Mistis Adventures Part 197
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Might as well go see how Annie, Crystal and Trudy are doing in their PT sessions today.
I found Trudy doing leg exercises with small ankle weights around her foot. Crystal looked like some sort of android from all the leads attached to her body as she rode an exercise bike. Annie was looking bored stiff as she relaxed in the quiet resting room until her next session.
She gave me a huge smile as I helped her to her feet and went into one of the unused PT rooms. Once I was sure she had already loosened up I started helping her go through the katas she wanted to do today. The therapists targeted her legs this week, so we went through only the arms and body portions of the kata. We repeated them slowly until they came to get her for her next session.
Crystal had to keep the leads on but they let her come work through multiple katas with me
she had to do them by herself, I could only help her with her form. Her stamina needed a lot of work. Many of the katas required her to hold an arm or leg up
she couldn’t do it long enough to transition into the next step. When I saw her getting frustrated with herself, I took over. We worked on seeing how long she could hold and arm or leg up before her muscles could no longer hold them up. She left for her next therapy session soaked in sweat and barely able to move.
Trudy was over working on exercise to increase her flexibility
her legs and arms were cramping up. Between each set of exercises, she came to the therapy room I was in to have me massage her arm and leg muscles as I helped her stretch them out.
Annie, Crystal, and Trudy rotated in and out of the PT room I was in to massage their muscles and help them stretch out until they finished their scheduled PT for today. Hanging out waiting for Paula to finish I heard some kids laughing their asses off, so went to see what was up. In the big therapy room Paula was jamming through her exercises as she jammed through nursery rhymes and songs kids learn in schools for shows at PTA meetings.
The kids are loving how she is changing them. At least they’re G-rated.
“The flat tire on the bus goes thump, thump, thump...”
I looked around the room to find all the kids, even the stubborn ones, were working hard on their activities. None of them complained until it was too much for them or something hurt more than just soreness.
Paula managed an hour of PT, as she giggled and sang, before going over to sit on a mat by the corner, where she fell fast asleep.
A boy, and then two girls, were over looking at Paula’s scars. They all lightly traced them from her legs up under her shorts.
The boy said, “Those have to be faked. They can’t all be that perfectly smooth, not after being skinned alive.”
The kids in this PT room were all thirteen, or older, so I got out my phone to sync it to the TV near them as I said, “They’re completely real and I can prove it. I was there when they were cutting her open and then sewing her up.”
I got the video from the robots as they cut her open.
“If you look carefully you will see the remotely controlled surgery robots make the incisions and pull the skin back. Her muscles and tendons were torn up by the fragments of her shattered bones. The dark spots on the bones are where there was nothing to put back in the spot. Robotic surgery is amazing
no matter how the surgeons tried, they just couldn’t get where they needed going through small incisions to fill in those spots with their fake bone goo. After many attempts they decided to just skin her alive. It would leave scars
they could get her bones, muscles, tendons, and everything else done much faster. They told me it let them squirt in stuff that had microscopic pieces stuff to help her bones regrow into the places they put the goop,” I told them.
Might as well let them see everything, since they all felt her up a tiny bit.
I went through the pictures until I found the exact picture I wanted. The camera angle was looking from in front of her vulva and aimed toward her breasts. A video showed the process of them pulling her skin back. That included where they pulled over sections that included her breasts, showing their fatty undersides. I went to another shot that had her vulva spread open with a clear shot inside her vagina to see her cervix and every inch of it.
“So, the last picture showed the inside of her vagina the way a gynecologist sees it. This one shows her vagina from the inside of her body, her ovaries, and uterus. You can clearly see the speculum stretching her vagina. This one shows how her vagina looks inside her body after removing the speculum
I digress,” I told them as I flipped through pictures. “This is what you want to see. There are damn amazing tiny, remotely-controlled sewing machines. They used a different type of dissolvable stitches on each of the three rows they made. It is why her scars look so perfect. Each remotely-controlled gadget had two cameras setup so they can show a 3D video at magnifications up to one hundred times. These things are amazing and work very quickly.”
Seeing them raptly watching the TV, I pulled up another video and explained, “I got to see this as it happened. You’re watching a follicle rupture on her ovary as it released an egg into her fallopian tube. Seeing that in magnified 3D was way better than the cartoon movies in biology class or the poor-quality videos made in the nineteen-sixties. If her body was still trying to make her ready to get pregnant, then there was some hope that her body was ok, even if she wasn’t still right in her head anymore.”
“What do you mean not there in her head,” one of the girls asked. “Why wouldn’t she be inside herself anymore?”
I pulled up the X-rays of her skull taken right after she arrived at the hospital. Then I showed them what it looked like inside as they removed her skull cap so they could look for bone fragments in what had been her brain. The next set was where they robots had electrodes going into her body to make her heart beat. I explained that somehow her brain managed to work enough for it to control her breathing and heart beat again. We weren’t sure she was ever going to regain consciousness
they were still going to fix her body the best they could while they waited.
“She seems to be sort of the same person after she woke up. Everyone was happy to find out that she was still potty trained when they took all the tubes out of her down there. I guess that is so deeply hardwired that she couldn’t forget it,” I said. “That was all she knew for sure. You heard her nursery rhyme modifications as she goes through learning things from preschool, I just wish she had a preschooler’s clean vocabulary”
“You’re telling me,” one of the girls said. “She obviously remembers you being a friend with benefits.”
No way they are they going to believe anything I say about it, so might as well show them it must be Paula’s imagination, even if it isn’t.
I faked looking around to see if anyone was watching before spreading Paula’s legs, pulling her shorts to the side, and gently spread her open so they could clearly see her fully-intact hymen. Then I quickly got her shorts back in place.
“Before you ask, touching and seeing that part of her doesn’t get me hard, at least not anymore. I’ve seen, and helped clean, that part of her more times than I can count while she as in the hospital. Plus, she is one of my best friends. How many of you have played with yourself thinking about getting it on with someone you know you can trust, especially if they won’t even force you to do anything and would tell you to buzz off if you tried to be more than friends until they were ready to go there?”
Shit. I should have known better than to say it didn’t get me hard.
“So, if seeing her between the legs doesn’t get you hard, how about mine,” one of the girls said as she pulled the crotch of her shorts to the side to show me her man in the boat trying his best not to drown.
I need to be cool and let her down easy. Not be a dick.
Slowly I let my hand slide up the inside her thigh, on the leg opposite of where she had her shorts pulled against, as I watched her reaction. When I got about to where I could make her go off with just a single strum over her clit, I pulled her shorts free to cover her back up.
“Not here in front of little kids and therapists. Maybe if we were somewhere private with the door locked. Unfortunately, the closest you are getting to that is the little peak at your beautiful hidden treasures. Four of my friends, who are all girls, are having therapy here. Paula and another are inpatients. They’re taking up all my free time. Though I bet that someone with us got hard looking at what you showed us.”
The boy with us had his precum slicked dick in his hand as she stroked it, not caring who saw him doing it. Before he could get to the finish line, which I found the place in my head was currently keeping from happening, I got a stack of some used sweat towels. I got both girls turned facing him with a thigh against his, and their shorts pulled to the side so he got to see both of their wet pussies. One got to hold the towel at the ready, to catch the huge load he was going to fire. Both girls used a free hand to get his hand on their soaked pussies with his thumb against their clits. Each gave him a quick clit 101 and were climbing up orgasm mountain right there with him. He came at the same time as the girl who wanted to see if her wet cunt would get me hard.
Kids looking our way stared at the big white load on the blue towel that barely managed to be in the right place at the last second.
It is nice being able to find ways to make sure only those I want to see something are looking where I want. Was it wrong to make that girl over there fart out Dixie as a distraction? She didn’t seem to mind one bit and it isn’t like she wasn’t already good at making songs with her farts.
The other girl tried all she could to get herself there after the boy’s hand quickly moved from her wet gash to get the towel up to catch his load. She wasn’t getting any relief and no one could see her pussy. I pushed down on her clit.
Well so much for planning to juice her with orgasm energy to get her off instantly. She was already full of her own and ready.
She did grab my arm as she fought moaning out as she came. She slowly moved over to cuddle with me for a bit.
Once her cuddly need wore off, she asked, “Can you please help me go to the bathroom. My legs were already like rubber when I came over here. Now they aren’t doing anything I tell them and I need to go badly. It is all your fault too.”
Sure
you aren’t screwing me. There is no way to hide the blood from your cherry getting popped in those yellow bottoms. They know you’re on birth control and finished your period on Friday so no getting away with saying that is the reason.
I got up on my knees and then slid an arm under her knees and one behind her back. Both of her arms automatically went around my neck. I took her down the hall to one of the one-on-one rooms that had the toilet and shower as part of the therapy suite. Last week I walked past a room where a therapist was helping a boy be able to get on and off the throne before making sure he could use the shower chair to wash in the shower.
She is going to get a shower next anyway, so I’m going to strip her before getting on the throne.
I watched her eyes go wide as I stripped her and then set her on the toilet. She almost fell off when I stripped too, while standing close enough to catch her if she fell of the toilet. When she leaned forward to reach for my dick, I stepped in so that could pretty much sit on her knees. One of her hands held my dick while the other explored my balls. No matter how much she wanted to have sex with me, her tight, unsullied tunnel of love wasn’t opening for business until long after she left here.
Almost fifteen and still has over a year to go before getting her first period. Might as well let her get the full experience. I’m not about to put it in her butt even if she promises she can take it.
Rubbing it over her rubbery nipples firmed me up quickly. My dick bumped her chin with two soft inches until full chub. Moving back slightly found my dick in her mouth.
Either she practices using a long, fat dildo or has sucked some dick somewhere. What she is doing to my dick isn’t something you get off Boo Tube.
My dick was instantly rock hard when she wrapped both hands around it, with her fingers interlocked, to jack me a she sucked.
Interesting. Sucks like a pro
has no clue about giving a hand job. Maybe she did learn with inanimate objects.
Her attempts at jacking me off weren’t doing much for me, so I reach down to adjust her grip and give a bit of hands-on instruction. She was soon jacking me off on par with the blowjob she was giving me.
She is a damn quick leaner, that is for such.
Soon the girl was getting a nice creamy load. She milked out the last few drops as she rubbed the head over her, not so rubbery now, nipples. After tensing up, followed by as long post orgasmic sigh, she started to pee and pee, oh, and pee.
They certainly make sure she stays well hydrated.
“Hey now! Extra-large bladder, extra small urethra. It is nowhere as bad as last week when I had to drink a thermos of broth and then a bottle of sports drink. Oh, and they told me I had to hold it until they said I could go pee. I’m on the fence about believing their telling me it was to be sure I could hold it long enough to crawl or use crutches to get to the bathroom. There was no chance of me having an accident if anyone was watching me,” she said as she idly played with my dick. “I’m glad I could make you feel as amazing as you did for me in the room earlier. You don’t even know how distracting, or how big a cum, I got playing with your gooey cream in my mouth. It isn’t gross like girls I know tell me. I like really like it
then again, I can eat raw oysters for every meal. I can’t believe I made you shoot. Yours is the first one I’ve ever really touched for longer than a few seconds and the first one I’ve sucked. I guess that magazine was right about how to suck of boy off
they never had anything about rubbing one. I think I liked rubbing it as much as sucking it. I never even realized I started peeing in front of you until almost finished. You got to promise me you won’t even tell anyone. If my parents found out I let a naked boy see me naked while I peed, I would get grounded, because my boobs finally sprouted. Dad is convinced that means I can get pregnant now. I’ve complained since I was eight that I didn’t want to take baths or showers with my brothers or cousins
all the kids in the family bathe together until boy’s can cum and girls get tits. Something about water conservation. I think it is just so we won’t take long showers.”
I made sure she knew I would never tell anyone about anything I do with anyone else.
When she said she still needed to pee more, I leaned in to kiss her. That she really liked and wanted more. With her tongue polishing my molars she began to pee again. We kissed for so long that I had no idea I was right about to cum again. By the time she finally finished, which took longer than her first piss, she was as hot as me. After making sure I was ok with it, we did some acrobatics to get my dick down between her legs for her to rub on her clit. I held back until she was just about to pop before I started to cum. The hot cream hitting her clit took her over the edge. I used some TP to wipe her up and pat her dry.
That was twice she did all the work to get me off and I’ve only did it once for her.
After getting the shower started, I lifted her off the toilet to lay on top of a therapy table in here that had stirrups.
Why would they need this in here? Seems like a lawsuit waiting to happen.
I watched her confusion as I got her butt to the edge and then her feet in the stirrups. Her wide smile, as I was moving my face between her legs, let me know she was fine with me eating her.
With her already wound up again, there was no need to do anything with the place in my head. She came quickly from her clit and it didn’t bother her for me to keep licking her toward another orgasm. I did find that her tight box would permit my middle finger to slide in easily as I searched out her g-spot. She finally used the stirrups to weekly push herself back from my mouth and pull my finger out of her tight box.
“You have no idea how badly I want to see if we can use that hot cock of yours inside me. I know I feel tiny down there
the gynecologists have had no problems using that cold metal spreader to look inside me. I really, really want to do this with you
damn it, I have so many years of seeing anti-psycho doctors before my head will be ready for me to go there. I’ve never had a hymen to keep me from getting fingers inside me, so that isn’t anything we would even need to deal with and I’m curious what it would feel like to have you inside me. You’re so different that I know you won’t even mess up my head if you do it with me. Just seeing how far it can go in me isn’t doing it and I can’t get pregnant. You only have to push it in, let me feel it for a minute, and then pull it out.”
Now I’ve done it. I would do it if she wasn’t getting along with the voices inside of her head.
I didn’t need to deny her what she wanted, so I decided to show her the error of her assumptions. I rubbed the head of my hard dick against her vagina to get it nice and slick, then I pushed it inward. No matter how many times we tried or even with her holding me firmly in place, my dick slipped out of place without getting even the slightest bit of penetration. I let her get it through her head that it wasn’t happening and then picked her up to take her into the shower.
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