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Incredible ChangesChapter 308: Birthday Waiting free porn video
So now I’ve caught up with most of my friends. What are my parents planning for my birthday, anyway?
To say Deidre wasn’t interested in anything remotely sexual was an understatement. Chrissy had come over with a group of girls and guys. Chrissy and two girls I know changed into just barely-there bikinis that gave a hint at the shape of the dark nipples and hairy muff if they hadn’t shaved bald. The other girls had on a one-piece. I could see tan lines on two girls, and they wore a bikini not that long ago, maybe spring break. They had the bodies for them, but their one-piece choices looked rushed.
“You four,” I told the two girls who should be in bikinis and two of the other girls. “Back into changing room. You have amazing bodies for girls starting high school in the fall. No matter how much you try, you only have a few years before your bodies are as perfect as they will get. Enjoy showing as much of them off as you can without having to be naked to show off their full glory.”
Seeing one of the girls with bikini tan lines with pubes sticking out the sides of the suit, I told her to go turn on the wax heater.
“Get naked and go get into the body scanner. Let us make those boys cum in their pants. You have the bodies for it,” I said and watched them look down and not do anything to take off the dump suits they had on. “Ok. Look. You don’t think I haven’t seen nude girls and women more times than you ever will. For that matter, I saw you naked because I helped you get bathing suits right when you were just starting puberty, and I think last year in this very changing room. I also know why at least two of you aren’t wearing bikinis, and it has nothing to do with a woman’s monthly cycle. Now get moving already. Those boys are waiting.”
They still didn’t move, so I got the nearest one, stripped her, pushed her into the body scanner, had it run through the process, and then got the suits that would barely cover her mound, part of her butt cheeks, and only a tiny bit more than just surrounding her areola. I made her soak a washcloth in hot water and then cover the hair on her pussy. Then I repeated the whole process three more times.
How can I know that not one of them likes having pussy hair even if it shows they have grown up? Time for doing more of what I learned from putting Paula back together.
I rolled the wax station to each girl, covered anywhere she would ever get pubes between their legs, and pushed the strips into them before going to the next one. I then rubbed a “special” depilatory over their legs and in their pits. It was special because it didn’t do shit other than have a funky odor and light tingle as it slightly numbed the area. When rubbing it on, the place in my head was modifying the follicles below their neck, except those around their pussies, to only grow soft downy hairs that were virtually transparent like fine body hairs. All their pubes around their buttholes, I burned out completely. I did the same for any between their butthole and the start of their split. For the rest of their pubic hairs on pussies, I made them change into baby hair, soft and delicate, that matched the hair on their heads. They only needed to trim them close with scissors to make them disappear to wear a G-string.
Unfortunately for them, they would still have to shave their pits. I made the hairs softer and thinner, but a bit darker than their hair color, even if they were blondes. Quick tugs on the strips, with the associated screams of surprise and pain, had all four as bald as babies, which they liked when I rubbed the oil on to clear away the rest of the wax.
Those boys didn’t expect to cum in their suits when they saw the girls.
If turned out to be a good thing when Deidre came running past them to dive into the pool, naked. Tandra wasn’t far behind her, but she did go to Chrissy’s school, so she had on a white bikini that made it clear that she might as well have gone naked.
Out of the corner, I saw a streak of vibrant colors, including their hair, as a girl tried to slip into the pool when I wasn’t looking. She had a baby boy in her arms. I got the baby from her arms and picked her up with my other arm. Inside I took the baby boy into the nursery to get off his dirty diaper and wipe up his bare butt.
April called out “Day Did,” as she was in the process of stripping off her wet diaper. I thought she wanted me, but she was trying to climb up onto the changing table to get to the baby. He was only around three months old, but she wanted to be near him. I lifted her onto the changing table. While he wasn’t even rolling over yet, he moved his head to look at her and reached arms back to try to touch her.
“I should have known. I swear that boy keeps looking around like he hears someone talking to him but can’t find them. I hadn’t even told you his name. Without a doubt, she is your daughter. Even if I no longer go off to the empty place anymore, I can still feel you when I am in the area. I can feel her, too,” Elise told me.
“At E-Es,” which sounded almost like her saying at ease, except she had a tiny pause between a long E and ease.
Elise went over to kiss her on the head, making April giggle, before saying, “Yep. She is yours. I don’t know any year-old babies that even know what an aunt or uncle is exactly, much less try to say the word. Then again, David is my first baby. Mom and dad love David a lot. My OB said that I was safe to have sex again, and your birthday is the right time to get pregnant again. Can you make me have a daughter this time?”
I whispered to her, “It seems a lot of my special friends are arriving for my birthday this year. We need to talk in private later. Right now, April is going to make a huge mess everywhere unless I put her down in the shaded play area with the fan and mister. She wants David there, too, after we change him. While April already drinks milk from a bottle, but whenever she can get tit, she will nurse. Mom weaned all three. Don’t be surprised if she comes over to latch on when you are feeding David. She will know if it bothers you and will just cuddle. Though from the two sizes larger the milk is making your breasts, you might want her to drain them for you.”
I put David in the cushioned play area on his stomach. April went to the side of the pool and started babbling something that got my siblings to want to get out of the water. Once dried, they all three wanted into the play yard. April had been climbing out for a few weeks, but I guess she didn’t want anyone to know. She pointed to David and said, “bay-bee day-id.”
Maybe ten minutes later, April called out loudly, “At E-Ese, at E-Ese,” repeatedly until she came over to see what was up. “Day id, bay-bee,” April said, pointing to her nipples as she babbled between “at E-Ese” and “Day id, bae-bee.” Elise looked down to see David doing the thing where his tongue was moving rhythmically when a baby works a nipple on a boob or bottle. Once Elise got David out to nurse him in the shade, April gave me what looked like a determined smirk before climbing out of the play area. My brother and sister were bare butts in the air, sound asleep. Chrissy got out of the pool to get diapers on them before letting them go back to sleep.
April went to Elise nursing David and climbed up into her lap. She did her best to gently stroke David’s fuzzy head and sides with a happy grin on her face.
That girl is happy as can be right now. I don’t even need the link between us to feel it.
“Don’t ask. You really don’t want to know and won’t believe me anyway,” I said as Molly handed Elise a new, shiny, encrypted to levels beyond military-grade cell phone that opened with Elise’s thumbprint and face when using both together. “Watch her closely, then expect a small novel of introduction to arrive in the Molly Speaks app.”
It was my turn to be surprised. I’m not sure Molly does surprised, but she didn’t expect to see Elise flipping her fingers over each of the expanded groups of fifty-three different patterns. Each is one that Molly’s testing found worked the best with other Autistic people. Elise sent Molly a long message with a paragraph, or three, from each of the patterns.
Nelly’s budding nipples pushed into my back as she wrapped her arms around me to ask if she should put on a suit. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but I said that it was up to her. None of the boys were interested in naked girls her age, not when they had almost naked girls in the same grade as them. She kissed me on the cheek before quickly planting one on my lips before she ran to do a cannonball to splash the others.
Dolly came out, wearing shorts and a bikini top to sit down to watch Elise nursing David with April sitting right there. She didn’t know who little David was, or Elise for that matter.
There is no way she has taken care of April for a year without knowing April didn’t play with other babies she didn’t know well. David is mine if April is playing with him like a brother.
She saw Molly starting to get frustrated as she switched from her watch to her phone to try to keep up with Elise.
“Sorry,” Elise said, reaching over to touch Molly’s leg.
Molly was so into trying to catch up on the messages that she didn’t even notice Elise touching her. What surprised me was that after taking David from her, to burp for the last time this feeding, she pulled April up into her arms and sat between Elise’s legs. April turned around to Molly, pinched her nipples, and pointed to her mouth before getting down.
Damn. April gets that attitude from Paula.
Molly got up, switched places with Elise, and April climbed back up happily. Elise’s engorged breasts were hurting and uncomfortable, even the one David just suckled, so she told April it was her choice. April picked the one that David hadn’t sucked on and proceeded to drain it down before letting out a small burp. She drained the other, too.
“Bye-bye,” April said as she got down.
She went to Dolly to get a diaper before climbing into the play yard to take a nap.
Right as Elise was getting comfortable, Molly rattled off something so quickly that the fastest speaking auctioneers in the worlds would request that she repeat what she said, twice. Elise leaned forward so Molly could untie her bottoms. Molly’s top came off next.
Once she leaned back against Molly’s bare breasts, Elise moved so that the crook of her leg was resting on Molly’s thighs. Molly idly reached around to caress Elise’s entire front, including breasts, as well as venturing down south to rub over her mound. Elise used her free hand to caress Molly’s leg idly.
“Yuck. That is gross,” a boy shouted from the pool.
Everyone turned to see where he was pointing. He was looking at Molly and Elise.
I asked him, “What is gross about it?”
“Two girls are making out. I thought no sex or touching like that was allowed,” he replied.
After I finished laughing, I told him, “Man, you didn’t pay attention in sex-ed, did you? Get out and look for yourself. Elise’s nipples aren’t hard, her pink canoe closed as far as she can, after having had a baby three months ago will let it, her fun button isn’t erect, and she isn’t wet. Watch them for a few seconds. Ignore that they are naked or touching each other. What do you see?”
It took him about a minute to reply, “Both girls are texting back and forth in Molly’s app. I thought Molly freaked out when someone touched her. Well, you seem to be able to touch her, but you’re boning her. How come she can stand that girl touching her? She doesn’t have a dick to bone her.”
“I guess Elise’s touch doesn’t bother Molly. I don’t know how all that works in Molly’s head,” I told him. “What is this about me having sex with Molly? When did I get that lucky? With her muscular body, she is likely to wear me out.”
He kind of stuttered and said he didn’t want to say.
“Dude! David, everyone knows you bone all the girls that come over here who are at least fourteen that sleep in your bed,” another of the boys said.
A third added, “Really? Really? You boned the four girls when you went into the changing room with them. Why else are you the only guy who can go in there anytime you want?”
It is time to diffuse this shit right now.
“You so shouldn’t have gone there,” I said with a grin. “I do hope the girls are talking me up, or you are probably going to pay for saying they had sex with me. Just because I helped them find suits that have kept you hard doesn’t mean we had sex. I didn’t have sex with any of the girls or women I fit with bathing suits back when I was fifteen. As for a girl who chooses to get in bed with me, is none of your business what happens. Crystal, Annie, and Trudy are my best friends. They are also lesbians. Chrissy has crawled into my bed a lot of times. If she lost her cherry or is having sex with anyone, it isn’t me.”
You are too uninformed to guess baby ages. I’m going to use that.
Pointing to Elise, I informed them, “She has an infant and moved a year ago. Babies take nine months, you know. I don’t have any idea where she moved and haven’t seen her since she left. I have plenty of rubbers in my room for when I do finally get lucky. The girls have stuff in my bathroom that has spermicide that they can use to prevent pregnancy as well, should we ever have sex. The point is, guys, even if we were all boning every girl here, except those with the babies and Nelly, who is way too young, it is none of anyone else’s business. I mean, seriously, you just effectively called your four friends sluts. If you did that in school, you would completely screw up their reputations. Look at them. They wore the small bikinis to let you see every bit of their bodies except what they wanted to keep covered, for obvious reasons. Do you think you would still be close friends, or maybe more, for all I know if you go around talking about their private business?”
That took the wind out of their sails and wood out of their trunks.
The girls were nodding away happily as I chewed the boys out. It did kind of stop their wanting to play in the pool anymore. Chrissy and her friends all got out of the swimming pool. The bikinis didn’t hide anything when wet.
I found it very interesting to see what the girls were whispering about so excitedly. Each grabbed their bags and headed into the changing room in the garage. It had private changing stalls and a big shower. It was mostly for guys, but girls were welcome to use it too. Dolly came over to hand me a tablet that already had cameras showing the whole area. The cameras for the changing stalls and toilets were infrared just to display heat, in case something was happening that needed intervention.
The guys had shucked their trunks and were in the shower to get the chlorine off. They were surprised to see the girls, who still had their swimsuits on, join them. Mom said the plan was to have individual shower stalls. It worked out better just to have a big shared shower area that could have seven people without touching against anyone. It was going to be tight, but the girls didn’t seem to mind. The boys did, at least until one of the girls in a bikini took off her top to rinse it out while using the conditioner to detangled her hair. She took off her bottoms soon after. The other girls stripping their suits off too had the boys hard. A thermal camera aimed at the shower showed the girls were hardening up themselves.
“Tap on the thermal image and watch,” Nelly said with a big evil grin.
I did, and I heard the shrieks out here. I didn’t know if they were from the girls or guys. It seems the designers considered us needing this option. Everyone hurried to wash and dry off. Everyone got suddenly shy, so the girls took the changing stalls while the boys went around the partition wall that kept people from getting a show if the door was open.
After she stopped giggling, Nelly said, “Oh, that is so funny. They were having naughty thoughts about each other, and then they weren’t.”
She has a point. It is damn funny. Dang, it. We woke the babies.
Elle
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