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Incredible ChangesChapter 259: Molly Watching free porn video
I’m tired of hanging out here anyway. Maybe the nurses will need some help in the ICU.
When I came into the ICU, there were three nurses on duty. I got a few odd looks until they saw my badge and then recognized my name.
“My, what a big boy you have become, David,” one of the ICU nurses joked.
I just smiled back to say, “You have no idea.”
From the blush, I’m sure she has a good idea.
“The night shift nurse said that you were a great help last night and this morning. Your friend in the super brace needs another bath now. After that fake doctor about severed her spinal cord, we are scared to move her all that much. It seems she did get back some feeling today, just not how anyone expected. She is really embarrassed about it and asked that if you would help her when you came back up,” one of the other nurses said. “I don’t think you will have much trouble finding out why she needs a bath.”
On my way over, the place in my head showed that the universe has a cruel sense of humor.
She had gotten back full feeling in her vagina, around her butthole, pussy lips, and in her chest. Her clitoris and nipples went between numb to feeling the full sensations, randomly. Most of the time, I saw she was getting the pins and needles feeling in both areas. I zoomed in on where her spinal alignment was causing part of one vertebra to push in enough to compress that part of her spine to cause this behavior. When they were moving her around to check for getting feeling back in her body, she would shift just enough to cause her clit to get the full sensation back so quickly, and expectedly, that she would climax. The worst part was when it felt like pins and needles because it made her horny rapidly. Before I got to her bed, I went to get the adjustment tool. This problem I could fix.
As I got close to her bed, she begged, “Please, David! Pull the privacy curtain closed. I’m going crazy right now.”
It was easy to see that she could have had a gown on, but there was no point. The pad under her was almost saturated. As I looked, I saw her clitoris plump up, followed by a steady trickle of pussy juices running out. I got the curtain closed and slid a finger up inside her to rub her g-spot. That too now had feelings back. I kept getting her off until I felt her drying out. As she slowly came back down to Earth, I made a few quick adjustments on the brace that gave her back full feeling in those areas now.
I had to check that her clit is going to keep having full feeling now.
Once sated, I got her clean sheets and a new absorbent pad under her butt. While washing her back, I made a few more adjustments that gave her just enough nerve impulses to move her left forearm and hand. I only set it so that her middle finger was able to rub her clit as many times as she wanted. She was already finding out the extent of how much sensation she had in her finger now.
Quietly she said, “If you turn me on my side, you can stick some of your dick in my mouth. After what you have done for me, you can at least let me suck you off.”
“How about I take a raincheck until you can get up onto my bed in my bedroom, without needing a wheelchair or crutches, and then you can suck me off all you want,” I told her. “I would feel sleazy otherwise. With you paralyzed, I would feel like I was effectively raping your mouth. It falls into the category of a girl being unable to do anything sexually with me. That also covers drunk and passed out girls too. I only helped you get relief before your sponge bath because you couldn’t do it yourself, now with the adjustments to your brace, you can self-serve.”
She gave me a grin when she said, “I am, so, going to rape the hell out of you as soon as I get out of this place.”
The nurse came in right then to say, “I will guess you mean the hospital, dear, not ICU. Since you are staying conscious and regaining some feeling in your body, they are moving you to down to the floor where patients go from the ICU after getting out of danger. The nurses are close but aren’t right on top of you the whole time as we are in ICU.”
“Girl, what she won’t say is that you will have a lot more privacy to take care of your needs than you do up here,” an intern told her. “While David here isn’t the modest type, you seemed very embarrassed when the doctors were working to determine which areas had regained some feeling,” he said softly. “The room is larger and better dissipates certain smells better than the ICU.”
She was blushing as he unconnected her hospital bed from all the hoses, tubes, and sensors. They were rolling her out right after they rolled Molly back in.
Once they had Molly all hooked back up, the nurse with her said, “Sorry, David, no news yet. All they know so far is that there is nothing they can find on any of the scans that point to any masses, growths, or irregular labs. Every scan and blood samples went out to the CDC as well as experts around the country. When anyone knows something, we will let you know. For now, it is a waiting game. We are monitoring her very closely.”
If the man-in-the-machine’s lab equipment can’t find any signs of what is wrong with her, then we will just have to wait.
This waiting sucks!
For the rest of the night and into the morning, when her mom arrived to sit with her, I was giving sponge baths, helping change beds, taking temperatures, and even changing diapers. Tonight, they had two nurses on duty for the night shift, but they didn’t seem to mind me helping them out to keep me from going crazy from boredom.
When Molly’s mom came in, I let the nurses update her while I went back down to the locker room, took a shower, and got on clean scrubs. Someone had been kind enough to have put in clean underwear and socks for me.
I was almost asleep when a woman doctor came in to ask, “Do you mind some company, David?”
She was cute, in great shape, and was wearing only a nightshirt with loose cotton sleep shorts. I just held up the covers for her to slide into the bed. We would have to spoon up to have enough room, but that was a burden I was willing to bear.
She didn’t want to spoon up to me, and she laid on top of me. When she was comfortable, she told me how it had been a shitty day for her. This morning, she woke to find her boyfriend pounding the pussy of her sister, who turned eighteen the night before. While she had been in the shower, in the women’s locker room, and getting ready for work, her sister called her to say her boyfriend was a damn good lay, all the friends she invited over to fuck him said so. The asshat even dumped all her possession, and the things she gave him, into a storage locker. Someone would drop the keys by and tell her where to find it. He emptied their joint checking account to pay for renting the truck to move her stuff to the storage unit, the men do to do it, and then three months of rent. Then he closed the account. She had nowhere to go and no money to even have a place to stay. The only clothes were what she had in her purse, locker, and could borrow.
“The bastard got a storage unit two hundred miles from here because that let him spent every dime in the checking account. If that wasn’t a big enough fucking over, he called the credit card companies to cancel all the credit cards since we tied them into the joint checking account that is in both of our names. I feel like he divorced me without even being served papers,” she told me. “While I would love to try out that meat stick you are packing, I need someone I know I can trust not to molest me and hold me right now. So far, you are about the only person I know that I could try to screw, and you would go limp because you are that nice of a guy.”
She cried. I rubbed her back. We both went to sleep.
Did I do it subconsciously, or was someone listening in that made it happen?
“Doctor, I hate to wake you after only a few hours of rest, but there are some detectives here who would like to ask you some questions. They said it was very urgent,” a person in slacks and a shirt said. “It is probably best that you don’t speak to them in here since you are in bed with a minor.”
Before the Doctor could even get out of bed, two detectives, identifying themselves as working for the Special Victim’s Unit, burst into the room. They stopped short when they saw that she was in bed with me.
“Before we get into the reason for our visit, care to explain why you are in bed with a fifteen-year-old male,” one of the detectives asked.
She didn’t miss a beat as she said, “Sure. David is probably the only male I can trust in this children’s hospital to give me a shoulder to cry myself to sleep on without worrying about him having any forms of expectations of anything more than that happening. He is more mature than any male his age, as well as those twice as old as himself. I had a shitty day yesterday.”
“Fair enough,” the other detective without giving it another thought, “We needed to ask to confirm nothing inappropriate was happening here. Which brings us to the reason for our urgently disturbing your rest, discussions something inappropriate that happened elsewhere.”
Both detectives tag-teamed the questions about her, now, ex-boyfriend. When they finished, she explained about how he screwed her over yesterday. She didn’t say it was her sister that she found him fucking in the bed next to her.
Even with her sister being the cause of her misery, she protected her sister. That is a good big sister.
It didn’t matter as they had pictures, and full HD, videos of her sister screwing him in the bed next to her. The detectives had enough angles that someone rendered everything in full 3-D. Anyone watching could zoom in from almost any angle. She confirmed her sister was fucking her boyfriend, and her sister turned eighteen the night before. They then showed videos of several different women and girls. The Doctor confirmed that they were her sister’s friends. Some were eighteen, and some were seventeen.
The second detective said, “Thank you for the confirmation of names and ages. Reviews of the videos confirmed that all actions were consensual with no signs of illicit substances being used to remove inhibitions or increase libido.”
“So, what’s the problem then, detective? I mean, that could have waited until I had more sleep. It didn’t seem so urgent that you had to bust in here like I was a fugitive,” she asked.
Both detectives talked to each other for a few minutes before the first detective asked if I could leave while they discussed some sensitive matters with the Doctor that wasn’t appropriate for a child.
The Doctor must have suspected what was to come and said, “Look. David has a close friend in the ICU that he is waiting to wake up or get a diagnosis for why she remains unconscious. With ICU very short-staffed currently, David has freely offered his help by bathing patients, changing their beds, and their diapers. He is also amazing at distracting patients when they are having IVs moved to a new location or a catheter replaced. I have also talked to several male and female patients about him. I doubt there is little that he hasn’t seen in person or viewed over the Internet. He is a very smart fifteen-year-old. Rumor is that he has already earned diplomas from six of the top fifty universities in the United States. I’m sure you both know the level of care he provided the four teenaged girls from the wreck last fall.”
“Are you sure, Doctor? We need to discuss some pretty graphic subjects,” the first detective said
She told them to get on with it already. If I became ill, I could go back to sleep or leave until they finished.
The second detective brought over a laptop with a larger than normal-sized screen. They asked her to see if she was able to identify any of the girls in several school photos and various pictures from a cell phone. Some were pictures from middle schools. Some she knew because they had been patients here or at the urgent care. Others she knew because they were friends of a sister or youngest brother. There were fifteen that she didn’t know, but I did. All of them had sent me pictures of them in various stages of undress as they asked my opinion about their bodies. I told the detectives their names, approximate ages, and general areas of town where I thought they lived since I never met any of them in person. I was only going on places they talked about going to regularly in their emails.
“What I’m about to show you are part of an active investigation. You cannot share any details of what you see with anyone, not even to provide them anything other than medical care,” the first detective said. “David, I trust you will keep this private as well.”
The Doctor laughed when he said that.
She told him, “We could be engaging in any number of sexual acts, or just sharing a shower, while you were both watching. No matter what you threatened to do to him, or through any of your interrogation methods, will get him to discuss anything he does with another person. It doesn’t need to be remotely sexual.”
“You owe me twenty bucks and lunch,” the second detective told the first. “I told you he was already a true gentleman at fifteen and an all-around good kid.”
They resumed the matters at hand, and showed us pictures of each girl, from the previous photos, and some boys, in the nude. While the Doctor refused, on doctor-patient privilege, to confirm if any of them in the nude were her patients. The friends of her brother and sister, however, were a different matter. She had seen about half the girls naked and all the boys since their adolescent development was not yet far enough along for them to become self-conscious about their bodies. They skinny-dipped regularly at a pond in the woods behind her parent’s house. Her youngest sister thought it was hilarious to steal their clothes whenever they swam, so the boys stopped bothering to wear any.
I looked at the fifteen I knew and then asked to look at the others the Doctor said she wouldn’t comment on the naked bodies of her patients.
I told the detectives, “It should be no problem to confirm that I worked in an underwear and swimsuit clearance store in the outlet mall. To do my job, I had to be in the large female dressing rooms. I can tell you that the pictures you have of them in the nude were more recent than when I worked at those stores last summer. Some of the girls are at least one, if not two, cup sizes larger in the chest and probably need two sizes larger in panties. The rest you can see are still undeveloped. Couldn’t you have confirmed this with their parents since you have school photos?”
The second detective replied, “At this time, we cannot. Asking them the needed questions will cause significant complications to our case.”
“Again, I ask that the next information you keep to yourselves,” the first detective said. “They are critical to the ongoing investigation. Even mentioning any of this before indictments or arrests will be highly likely to derail our efforts.”
He showed us videos of the various boys and girls being videoed, from multiple angles, exploring each other. From the best I could tell, the groups consisted of kids in the same grades or having no one more than two years of age between the youngest and the oldest. All of it was tame compared to what I could find with videos of kids doing on webcams in front of perverts pretending to be another kid their age. When the videos started into the high school kids, things changed to girl-on-girl sex, but there were no boys in those.
The Doctor cursed before saying, “The younger children are only engaging in age-appropriate sexual curiosity. I wished it wasn’t in my parent’s basement, their neighbor’s barn, or the unfinished in-law suite on the side of my ex-boyfriend’s home.”
“I understand this is difficult, but we do appreciate the confirmation regarding the locations. We only have a final set of videos we need you to watch to confirm our suspicions,” the second detective said.
These are not kosher.
While the girls in the final set of videos were all in high school, the man, or men, screwing them and getting blowjobs weren’t.
“God, she is such a naïve cunt,” one of the girls said as they rubbed their naked, wet pussies right next to a hidden camera. “I can’t believe she and her dumb cunt friends still had their cherries. Like he will keep her lazy ass around. My big sister is the one who told me all about the exercises we do to keep our vaginas tight and able to hold something to carry it around. In a week, an elephant-sized tampon will fall right out of her. Like he is going to let her keep coming around after that. I hope their virgin pussies sucked all the quick ones out of him. I need a long ride today. You don’t have any idea how much it is going to piss off my older sister when she learns how he screwed her over for a half-dozen cherries.”
We could hear their eighteen-year-old sister leaving with her friends. Her youngest sister headed up the master bedroom with her girlfriends on her heels.
“Where’s Tom and Albert? They didn’t come to get sloppy seconds on those old skank high school virgin cunts, “the younger sister asked. “You know my big sister is going to hunt you down and do very nasty things to you, eventually. All you needed to do was tell her you needed more pussy than she was giving you due to the long shifts at the hospital. We’re all in high school now. You don’t need to tell her when I started taking the loads for her and then brought my friends to help too. Since we had to wait, it is going to cost you two thousand. We all put our asses on the line with the early dismissal notes so we could get over here for you to get some good video of us fucking, sucking some dick, and eating each other. If you want anyone to get in Taylor’s tiny ass, you need to pay five grand right now. Since you better get the hell out of dodge before my sister gets off shift, and there isn’t going to be enough dick to go around, why don’t you just fish out thirty thousand to get us started and twenty more to cover the fee for each time you cream pie one of us.”
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