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Before I could delve into Ellie’s mind, I needed to find her. I had gotten lucky with Cathy, spotting her in the hallway on the way to class, and with Maya, I just had to go to my normal class that she shared with Amara and I. No such luck with the petite fourteen-year-old redhead though. Maybe I could ask my sisters, who were in the same year and likely shared some classes, but for the most part I had no idea where to begin.
With Amara, Lacey, and the twins, I could tell exactly where in the school they were with nothing more than a quick thought. I could even sense Maya’s general location without too much effort, our recent romp, and the jizz currently inside her, providing a tenuous link. I had no such connection to Ellie though, so as everyone headed for the second period, I took a detour to the school’s office. With a few choice commands and some help from one of the school secretaries, I had a copy of Ellie’s timetable.
So about ten minutes after the start of second period, I set up one of my spheres over myself and walked into Ellie’s English Literature lesson. The class of eleven was an almost even split, with six guys and five girls, plus Miss Evans. Ellie was sat in the front row, which I guess was because it was the only spot in the room she could actually see the SMART board from.
Seeing her sitting there, I was once again struck by just how small she was. Not just petite, the twins were petite, she was tiny. I took the opportunity to check out her information bubble while I approached her.
Ellie Robinson, 14, Virgin.
Height - 3’11”
Weight - 25kg
24B - 22 - 26
Health - General Health - Good. Pituitary Dwarfism.
STI - Negative
Relationship Status - Single
Orientation - Straight
I hadn’t been expecting the Pituitary Dwarfism thing, but I guess that certainly explained things. I had heard of dwarfism, of course, and I sort of knew what the pituitary gland did, but I have never associated the two. My power filled in the gaps in my knowledge, letting me know that the reason for her stunted growth was her body’s inability to produce Human Growth Hormone (HGH)
Interestingly enough, it looked like the growth hormones were the only thing that were affected. The gentle swell of her breasts beneath her tight school blouse clearly displayed that her sexual development was unaffected. Were it not for those perky little tits, she’d probably look several years younger.
While that was interesting, I was more interested in finding out more about her as a person. I switched out my invisibility sphere for one that would let people see me but accept my actions as normal.
I asked Ellie to stand up, and she slipped off the chair, dropping a few inches to the ground since her feet didn’t reach the floor. I took her seat and patted my knee. She stared for a second, trying to work out the best way to climb on, before holding out her arms. I obliged her and lifted her small form as she hopped up into my lap.
Ellie innocently wiggled around in my lap as she got comfortable. It was a real test of my restraint to not start anything right then and there. With her feet barely reaching my knees, and the top of her head below my chin, she looked even smaller sitting in my lap than before. She surprised me by pulling my arms to her tiny waist, and wrapping them around herself. She let out a soft sigh of contentment as she sank back into my chest.
While Ellie rested in my lap, I slipped into her mind. Looking through her most prominent memories first, I found myself looking at a younger, ten-year-old Ellie. Aside from her breasts, and slightly chubbier cheeks, she didn’t appear all that different from her fourteen-year-old self. She was in a gym of some sort, standing on a balance beam. I watched as she worked her way through a routine; the balance, core strength, and flexibility she displayed were impressive.
She executed an impressive handstand that transitioned into a cartwheel, but as her foot came down on the bar, it slipped. She fell, striking the back of her head on the beam. Ouch. Fast forwarding a few hours, and her memories had me in a hospital room, the doctor using a small light to check Ellie’s eyes.
“Well, we haven’t found anything immediately concerning, but I would like for her to stay overnight for observation. It looks like a simple concussion, but I would feel better having the opportunity to be more sure.” the doctor said.
I continued flicking through her memories, stopping on the ones that stuck out as significant. There was a dark memory of her younger sister being involved in a car accident which left her paralyzed. She had dropped out of gymnastics to spend time helping her younger sister get better, and had only recently taken the sport back up again.
“So if you see here, this small area is your pituitary gland, and you’ll notice this discoloration here,” her doctor said, pointing to a grey blob next to a slightly different grey blob on his monitor.
“Your blood labs have shown that your HGH production is practically non-existent, and this is not something that can be fixed. I’m afraid you’re probably finished growing...” the doctor said after another fast-forward.
So, I was right. It was the lack of growth hormones causing a rare form of dwarfism that was the cause of her diminutive stature. Her body was perfectly formed and proportional, just forever stuck at a child-like four feet tall. She had matured a little bit over the past few years, most notable in her breasts and slightly widening hips, but in almost every other way, her body hadn’t grown much, if at all.
Moving on from her memories to her personality and thoughts, it seemed that Ellie actually enjoyed being this tiny. She liked how protective people were of her, she liked being held and cuddled like she had been when she was younger. Her condition allowed her to continue experiencing those feelings. There were downside of course, such as trying to reach high cupboards, or nor being taken seriously by people who only saw her as a child.
Recently however, with the onset of puberty, her thoughts had turned more sexual. She wasn’t interested in the usual boyfriend/girlfriend relationship that her friends and classmates were starting to explore though. She had been exploring the whole daddy/daughter kink online, watching and reading incest porn.
It wasn’t too dissimilar to the sort of porn I had looked at, before my life became better than any porno to ever exist, although I was more interested in brother/sister content myself. It was interesting to see, however, that she had no sexual interest in her own father. Most of the kink appeared to stem from her just enjoying being doted on and having someone be protective of her.
I had to admit, from our very first meeting, my desire to have Ellie in my harem had been solely based on her looks. A departure from my usual MO, according to Lauren, of girls who had some sort of ‘issue’. A young teenage girl who was incredibly petite, a redhead, and a virgin was a home run for me.
Now however, by fate, cosmic coincidence, or just happenstance, Ellie had her own reason she would fit in my harem. Previously, her developing kinks and desires had all been harmless fantasies and a few anonymous chatrooms. But with her appearance, the internet being what it is, and horny teenagers doing what they do, there was a chance that she would end up being taken advantage of by some older sleaze-bag, looking to fill some questionable fantasy.
It only took one over-attached pervert, and innocent little Ellie could be in danger. But, as part of my harem, she could safely explore every fantasy she could ever have. Maybe I was making assumptions though. Was I the ‘over-attached-pervert’? Was I being a hypocrite? Pot calling the kettle black?
Maybe. Maybe not. Either way, I couldn’t resist; she was too just too perfect. She was the small package good things come in. Maybe I was justifying my actions to myself, but not only would Ellie have the safe outlet for her desires, she would also gain all the benefits that life in my harem brought. She reminded me a little of Emily in that regard.
With her proclivity for promiscuity and particularly painful sex, Emily had been at risk of meeting the wrong guy who would take it too far. Not to mention her insatiable sex drive causing problems in her personal, romantic, and professional lives. Now, she could manage her nymphomania, had the perfect mistress in my sister, an easily accessible way to heal any bruises or soreness from rough sex (in the form of my girls’ breastmilk or my cum), and had found a new loving family. What more could a slut, or anyone else for that matter, ask for?
Even if she wasn’t a good fit for my harem, which I doubted at this point, I couldn’t resist giving her an invitation for the weekend. Maybe visiting her parents and seeing how she acted at the party would make things clearer for me. As if on cue, my phone vibrated in my pocket. Ellie let out a sad little moan and shifted in my lap when released her waist.
It was a little awkward getting my phone out of my pants with Ellie on my lap, but I succeeded. It was a text from Mom.
‘Just finished with Cathy. Be there in ten, x.’
Ten minutes wasn’t a lot of time. It looked like Ellie’s virginity would live to see another day. That didn’t mean I couldn’t have a little fun with any of the other girls in the class though. There was a slender brunette to my left, a cute blonde in her junior cheer outfit a few seats back, and even the pretty, young, raven haired teacher. Then again, I had just ten- nine minutes, until Mom would get here, so any fun I might have would need to be a ‘quickie’. I was tempted. Very tempted. Ellie kept wriggling her little ass in my lap and my cock was harder than steel now. Looked like it was time to practise my new and improved self-control again.
With some reluctance, I had her slip off my lap and headed out. Entering the car park, I wasn’t able to spot my mom’s car anywhere. I guess she was running a little late.
Before I could get too bored waiting, and decide to sample Ellie’s cute teacher after all, a limo pulled into the car park. It was strange seeing a limo in a school car park, and it was even stranger when I sensed my mother inside it as it pulled to a stop in front of me. With the engine still idling at a low purr, a familiar face popped out.
“Vanessa?”
“Good morning, Sir.” The raven haired chauffeur said.
“What are- I mean how-” I stuttered in confusion.
“Well, your lovely companion called me up and invited me to a party this weekend. I had hoped to hear from you again, but that was certainly a surprise. Then your mother asked if I was free for a job today, and here I am.” she said, smiling brightly.
“Well it’s good to see you again.” I said, making no attempt to hide my roaming eyes.
She blushed prettily, seemingly not minding that she was flirting with a schoolboy. Then again, I didn’t exactly look like your average sixteen-year-old guy.
“Indeed Sir. Please, right this way.” She said, opening the door.
I gave her another smile as I slipped into the limo, finding my mother waiting inside.
“Hey Mom. This is a bit of a surprise.” I said, after greeting her with a kiss.
“Well, I thought about what you said this morning about the girls inviting some of their friends, so I invited Cathy as well. Then I remembered a lovely young woman who was so ... attentive the last time we used her services, so I gave her a ring.”
“Where to, Sir?” Vanessa’s voice came through the intercom, the mirrored glass partition already up.
I gave her Ellie’s address, having pulled it from her mind earlier, and the car pulled smoothly away.
“So enlighten me, what exactly is your plan?” Mom asked.
“Well, remember what I told you about Ruby, and the Academy ruse I came up with? Well, how do you feel about playing the role of an admissions officer for a prestigious all-girls academy?” I asked.
“You think that will work?”
“With a little extra ‘encouragement’ I don’t see why not.”
She was silent for a moment as she thought it over.
“I suppose it would be a plausible explanation for an absentee daughter. What can you tell me about these girls? Ella and Mary, was it?”
“Ellie and Maya.” I said, before I gave her the rundown of what I had learned about Ellie.
“So, she’s not bitter about being stuck in the body of a child? I can’t imagine what it would be like to never grow up like that.”
“No, she seems to prefer it actually. She’s still maturing sexually, mentally, and even physically in some aspects, it mostly just her size that’s stalled.”
“It sounds like she could be exploring some submissive tendencies. Not all dom/sub relationships are inherently sexual, or pain oriented. Emily and your sister are rather unique in how far they take that particular aspect of their relationship. It could be that Ellie is just looking for the freedom and comfort of having someone else make all the decisions for, and take care of her.”
“Huh, I never thought of it like that. I guess I can see how avoiding the responsibility of making decisions might appeal to some” I said, appreciating once more the insight my mother could provide.
A few minutes later, the limo slowed to a stop.
“Sir, Ma’am, we’ve arrived” Vanessa’s voice came over the intercom.
“Showtime. Are you ready?”
“I suppose so. It’s a good thing I’m dressed the part.” Mom said, indicating the smart outfit she’d worn for her meeting with Cathy.
Vanessa opened the door for us, and I stepped out, offering Mom my hand.
We left Vanessa waiting outside in the limo, and my mother knocked on the front door. About ten seconds later, Ellie’s mother opened the door. Ellie quite obviously took after her mother, who was also a very petite redhead. The normal kind of petite though, unlike her daughter, being 4’8” tall. Still tiny, but within the realm of possibility unlike her daughter’s seemingly impossible size.
I used just a little bit of power to get us in the door and talking. “Mrs. Robinson, we would like to talk to you about your daughter Ellie. We have a very exciting opportunity to offer her,” I said with a little push of power.
“Oh, um, okay. Why don’t we sit down and I’ll just get my husband,” she replied, ready to do as I asked, but not completely sure why.
She led us to a warm, tidy lounge, and went to fetch her husband. While my mother sat and waited, I studied a few of the pictures around the room. There were a few of Ellie’s parents together, her father also looking to be smaller in stature. There were some of Ellie competing at various gymnastics competitions, and a few family photos, which included her younger sister.
I hadn’t realised that she was a gymnast the first time we met, but I guess her small size made it a good sport for her. Her younger sister looked to be around seven or eight years old, but it was hard to tell how old the picture was. Ellie looking as young as she did didn’t help date the pictures either. We were soon joined by Ellie’s parents, both of whom seemed slightly confused, but calm enough.
“Mr. Robinson, thank you for taking the time to join us,” I said, as both my mother and I stood to shake his hand before we all took a seat.
“My wife says you wanted to talk about our daughter. Is everything okay?” he asked.
“Of course it is. Better than okay even. I’m sure you’re curious, but my associate here is better suited to tell you about it.” I said, indicating my mother where she was sat next to me.
I concentrated on sending out low levels of power to make her parents more comfortable and agreeable. If all went well, my powers would only be needed to mitigate the Robinson’s disbelief or skepticism at an offer that was too good to be true.
“Yes, hello. I’m Mrs. Cleary, head of recruitment for a scholarship program for promising young women. Your daughter is intelligent, determined, and has demonstrated a level of commitment that makes her stand out as an ideal candidate for our prestigious new flagship program.” My mother said, flawlessly taking on her character.
We had discussed the general idea of what I wanted on the limo ride over, but with the power I was pushing out, Mom could have said pretty much anything.
“And you want Ellie to ... Enroll?” Mrs. Robinson asked.
“We do, yes,” Mom replied.
I could see my powers and my mother’s words were having the predicted effect on Ellie’s mother, but her father seemed more cautious.
“What exactly are you offering? I’ve never heard of anything like what you’re describing,” He asked, still suspicious.
“What we offer is a fully paid, full board educational advancement program. Each student has a tailor made learning roadmap. Our program is focused upon taking the students from their last few years of public education, and helping to improve their academic portfolio. Then we help them navigate the transition into higher education.”
“To start, Ellie would continue attending her current school, with supplemental lessons being delivered by our academy tutors to help maximise her potential. Also, while enrolled in our academy, she will attend a number of lectures and workshops in professional and academic circles to further aid in advancing her interpersonal and networking skills. Additionally, should she wish to continue with her gymnastics in a competitive capacity, or take up any other extracurriculars, we have access to a number of capable coaches and trainers with excellent pedigrees.”
My mother was really laying it on thick, taking the limited scope of my original idea and almost making me believe this Academy was a real thing. Just from seeing the light in her eyes, Ellie’s mother was completely sold on the idea, but her father was still on the fence. He was still somewhat unwilling to let his daughter leave on such short notice, for such an unexpected offer. If we’d come prepared with some fancy brochures and a website, they probably would have sold him on the idea. In their absence, I pushed a little harder with my powers.
“You said full board?” Mr. Robinson asked.
“Yes, she would live and study at our private Oxford campus, while still attending her current school,” Mom replied.
“Mr. Robinson, I know that this is a significant decision for you to make. As a mother of three girls myself, I understand the desire to protect them, to care for them, and watch them bloom into strong young women who are happy, kind, and fulfilled. It is that same desire for their happiness and futures that would challenge my desires to say ‘no’ to this incredible opportunity Ellie has before her.”
As my mother continued to wax lyrical about our made up academy, a buzzer sounded from somewhere in the house. Both of Ellie’s parents, perked up at the sound.
“Oh, excuse me for a moment,” Ellie’s mother said as she stood up from her seat and quickly made her way upstairs.
Her Father must have seen our curiosity, and with the power I was putting out, was happy to explain.
“Our other daughter, Kaylee, was in a car accident and can no longer walk, so we installed a call button in her room, in case she needs our help with anything.” He explained.
“I’m sorry,” my mother said, her voice full of genuine sympathy.
“Thank you,” he replied
“It’s been ... Difficult for all of us to adjust, especially for Kaylee. She idolised her sister and wanted nothing more than to follow her into gymnastics.”
“Sorry about that, please continue” Mrs. Robinson said as she returned.
. I leant over and whispered in my mother’s ear.
“Keep going, I’ll be back soon. They won’t notice I’m missing.” She nodded in response.
I stood and made my way upstairs, casting my mind out to locate Kaylee. She was in the room at the end of the hall that overlooked the house’s garden, her door had been left slightly ajar.
Her room was every inch a young girl’s bedroom. Light pastel pink walls, a mountain of stuffed bears in one corner, walls adorned with posters or boy-bands, and a flat screen TV mounted on the wall met my gaze as I poked my head in.
The only differences to the room of any other young girl was the large, articulated bed, a wheelchair, and some rails mounted on the ceiling. In one corner of the room, a complex-looking harness hung from the rails, which snaked around and led into an ensuite bathroom.
Sat upright, leaning back against the raised bed, was a sad looking young blonde wearing a purple pyjama top adorned with little butterflies. Even though she was a number of years younger than her older sister, only eleven years old, she was already taller than Ellie.
Kaylee Robinson, 11 years old, Virgin
Height - 4’6”
Weight - 38kg
28A - 24 - 28
Health - L1-L2 spinal laceration, Paraplegic.
STI - Negative
Relationship Status - Single
Orientation – Straight
“Who are you? “She asked as I entered, sounding slightly annoyed.
“Just someone who wants to try to help you,” I told her.
“Oh great, another doctor.” she said sarcastically, “Come to poke and prod, just to tell me how screwed I am like every other doctor.”
Looking into her mind, I wasn’t surprised to see that she was bitter about how her life had turned out and was acting out over it. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to never be able to walk again, especially when so young. Her bitterness and sarcastic attitude were clearly her way of coping.
“I just want to help, “I told her calmly.
“You and everyone else,” she said.
“When will you people get it? You can’t help me, so leave me alone,” she said.
“You might be right, but I’d still like to try,” I said, moving towards her.
“Whatever,” she said, resigned to the fact she was going to be examined again.
I lowered the bed to flat and helped her roll onto her front, despite her protests that she could manage on her own. I lifted the back of her shirt and started to gently feel around her spine, as if feeling for something.
What I was actually doing was using my second power to assess the situation and if it was possible to fix it.
I hadn’t tried using my powers to heal injuries to such extent before. Lauren’s hand was he most I had ever taken on. The broken bones in her hand where nothing compared to the complexity of the nervous system.
It was immediately apparent that her spinal cord had been completely severed, and she had some significant nerve damage. Exactly like her information bubble had said, she was paralysed from the waist down.
I concentrated and let my magically granted knowledge assess the situation, my own understanding of anatomy nowhere near complete enough to ‘freehand’ the repair. The solution it came up with was complicated and would take a fair bit of power, but it was possible. Having the ability to make a difference in her life, I felt that I had to do so.
To quote Uncle Ben, “With great power, comes great responsibility.”
Since I gained these powers, I had been squandering them somewhat. I could have been spending all this time helping a lot of people, changing their lives for the better, instead of fucking my way through my school and giving my family magical boob-jobs. That would change today, and I would start with Kaylee.
“Just relax,’” I told her.
Trusting my power to do what I wanted it to, I let it take control while feeding it a constant supply of energy. I had no reference for how much power this would take, so I started slow, steadily increasing the flow of power. The last thing I wanted was to drain myself completely and leave her no better off than she already was. Or worse, able to feel pain, but not physically healed yet. My first four days back at school had really given me a boost in my available power. The lunch orgy alone had left me with more power that I had ever held at once.
I watched with interest as my power went to work fixing the damage done to her spine. Bone split apart, fused back together, and realigned itself. Muscle and tendons reattached, nerves reconnected, tissue knit back together, swelling reduced, and blood vessels began circulating blood again.
It was incredible to watch.
As the last of her injuries healed, I switched control over myself and used my powers to make another change.
First, I made sure she still would not feel anything below the waist or be able to move her legs. It might seem a bit strange to do that, considering all the power I had just spent to fix her, but if she just suddenly got better and started walking at the same time my mother and I had been here, that would raise unnecessary suspicion.
With that done, I set it so that the block would slowly degrade. In a few days she would begin to feel slight sensations, likely passing them off as some sort of annoying twitch from her damaged nerves.
A few weeks from now she would start to feel her mom’s hands against her legs, a couple more weeks after that and she would be able to wiggle her toes. As time went one she would regain more of her faculties until in few months or so she would be able to take her first steps again.
Lastly, I made it so that her muscles would rebuild faster than normal. After so long of not using her legs, they had atrophied to almost nothing.
Happy with my work, I pulled back to myself and let out a gasp and slumped against the bed as I felt the toll that healing her had taken on me.
I took a few moments to gather myself and assess my condition. I had used a lot of power; nearly everything I had gained from the school orgy was gone. I actually still had a fairly decent amount of power left, but using so much at once had strained me. Hopefully after catching my breath for a few minutes I would be back to normal.
I helped Kaylee back into a sitting position, made her to forget about me and what had happened and made my exit, pulling the door shut behind me.
When I re-joined my mother and Ellie’s parents, Mom was sitting next to Mrs. Robinson, who was showing her a photo album. I could hear her husband puttering around in the kitchen.
“This was Ellie’s last completion before her fall.” She said.
“Fall? What happened?” Mom asked as Mrs. Robinson tuned the page.
“She took a spill and hit the back of her head on the beam. We took her to the doctor, who said it was a concussion, and before long she was fine again. Went back to school and got right back onto the balance beam.”
“When did you notice?”
“We always knew she would be small, she always had been. It was one reason she was so good at gymnastics. We thought she was just a later bloomer, but when she was still no taller at twelve, we got worried and took her to see our doctor.”
“And you didn’t suspect anything earlier?” Mom asked.
Ellie’s mother shook her head, feelings of guilt rolling off her. Mom must have noticed as well as she put her hand on Mrs. Robinson’s back and said softly,
“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.”
“No. No, it’s fine. After the crash that paralysed Kaylee, our attention was focused on her, we should have caught it earlier but ... Anyway, after some more tests she was diagnosed with Pituitary Dwarfism. They hadn’t spotted it on the scans after her fall, and at the time she wasn’t that much smaller than most children her age. By the time she was diagnosed, it was too late for growth hormones; her bones had already fused.”
Looks like I was right, it was a growth hormone issue.
After a few more minutes of polite conversation, Mr. and Mrs. Robinson both stood up and shook our hands before showing us out.
When we got into the car and the door closed behind us, I slumped into my seat and let out a deep breath.
“What happened?” my mother askes, sounding slightly concerned.
“Their younger daughter Kaylee is- was paralysed and I healed her” I said simply.
My mother stared at me blankly, awestruck.
“You can do that?” She asked after regaining her composure and picking her jaw up of the floor.
“Apparently,” I answered.
“But boy did it take a lot out of me,” I said, drawing another deep breath.
“Are you okay? Do we need to go back to the hotel?”
“No, I just ... I just need a few minutes,” I told her, leaning my head back and closing my eyes for a moment.
After just a few seconds, I heard my mother moving next to me and then felt her weight settling onto my lap as she straddled me. Just as I opened my eyes and lifted my head I was treated to the sight glorious of her large, soft breasts spilling out into the open air as her bra fell away. Her blouse was already folded on the seat next to us, and her tight pencil skirt was bunched up around her waist.
She took my head in both her hands, gave me a tender kiss, and then pulled my face to her bountiful bosom. I latched on to her nipple and sucked greedily, her sweet, delicious, and magically refreshing milk flowing into my mouth. She cradled my head in her hands as she nursed me, feeding me like she had done when I was a baby.
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