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Something isn’t right here. For once, I’m not getting it.
Kaipo finally finished fucking June’s dad like a bitch in heat, at least long enough to get something to drink and use the bathroom.
June handed me her tablet, which is amazingly free of any shit, to show the message saying, “David. Don’t question what is needed. Do as asked. No one will get harmed. Trust.”
That is odd. But June didn’t write it.
She did write out a message that said, “Hold my head down and don’t let go until I’m dead, or as close to dead as you can make me appear. I can’t explain, or you won’t do it. Don’t judge what happens after.”
What the fuck? WHO IS IN MY HEAD? GET THE FUCK OUT.
Someone had gotten through my shield and controlled me as I face fucked June until her nose was forced into my pubes. She never gagged, and when she started to run out of breath, I saw her fingernails turning blue. Her dad was right there but not trying to stop me. His dick got harder as June’s body started to twitch, as her brain starved for oxygen. No matter how hard I tried to get to the place in my head to block force the shield to block out everything, including sight, air, sound, light, or any energy coming into me, I watched June die.
FUCKING HELL. STOP THIS.
When I watched her heart stop, my hands let go of her head. I felt myself keeping Kaipo sitting in a chair in June’s kitchen to keep her from seeing any of this. Once June was braindead, the crazy shit started.
Her dad saw this all happen. He was rock hard, and the second that June “died,” he pulled her off my dick to face fuck her until shoving her face into his pubes and cumming down her throat. His dick stayed hard as he fucked her pussy and ass until he dumped a load in each place. I watched the change in his eyes as soon as he pulled out of her ass.
In a flash, he had a syringe that he jammed into her chest and then a portable defibrillator. Upon the second time trying to get her heart to restart, June took in a deep breath.
Her dad pulled June into his arms and held her tightly to him.
“I am so sorry, baby girl,” he said, stroking her long hair and back as she hugged herself to him. “This boy is the one that scared your mom so much three years ago when he woke up in the hospital. I don’t know who he is, why he is here today of all days, or what happened to him to let this happen, but it is finally over. Kaipo is going to hold me now. When you are ready, get cleaned out, and then go get Porter.”
He let June get back into my arms and hugged me to explain, “My wife and June’s mom believed one of the gods the Hawaiian people worshiped centuries ago made her his priestess. They did things to June’s brain, through her nose and eye socket, to try to change June to be something the god commanded. I don’t remember much that my wife did to me. Right before my wife went to jump into one of the volcanoes for failing to do as her deity wanted, my deranged wife told me something I would never do. If I wanted to free June, I must fuck June’s corpse before it got cold, but I couldn’t kill her. June had to have someone who would voluntarily allow her to use them to kill herself. They couldn’t waiver. Somehow, my wife knew you were one of the few in the world that could do this that didn’t want to but wouldn’t question what happened. I know this is a complete mind-fuck. Care for my baby, please.”
Fucking hell? What the shit just happened? I need help!
I was a zombie as June led me to a jacuzzi waiting for us with freshly run hot water. June stepped into a shower to use the wand to wash out her ass and pussy. She barfed in the toilet. We were both lost in our thoughts as I held her in the tub as the jets relaxed our bodies.
“She didn’t die, David. You didn’t kill her or let her kill herself. I didn’t kill her either,” an unknown voice said in my head. “I used you to transport her into a time pocket where she was suspended out of time and swapped her for an empty shell. It was only a warm copy of her body created long ago for this very day to do what was needed. Possession isn’t how people generally believe. In this case, someone gained the ability to enter people’s minds, which drove them insane due to having no control and one consciousness connected to thousands of brains a minute. June’s mother is one who anchored this person into her mind. In time they were able to keep the link up whenever the woman was awake. The insane person pushed things into June’s brain to make the girl how they thought it was needed to transfer this consciousness into June. Through the mother, during sex, this person entered June’s father’s mind as well. Unbeknownst to them, it weakened their control over the mother enough to let her fight. Both consciousnesses tried to change the father, and you saw the result. The insane person wanted to have June’s father rape June non-stop over months, thinking it kept her from dying when it was killing her instead. The girl’s mother’s influence would only ever let the father free to fuck his dead daughter’s body after she voluntarily had someone kill her that would never kill anyone. When you woke from your coma, the consciousness felt it, and this caused them to start losing their ability to anchor into the mind of June’s mother, causing June’s mother to gain enough control over herself to jump into a volcano.”
Whoever was in my mind got kicked out when June began wailing. Not just crying and sobbing, but all-out heart-wrenching screams of despair. I turned her to face me so that I could hug her tightly. June looked me in the eyes and instantly calmed down. When she hugged herself to me and put her head on my shoulder, I felt someone probing my shield.
I knew it was the voice I had heard in my head. Instead of letting them in, I followed the link back to get into their head.
“Now we are doing this on my terms, but you know I won’t hurt you,” I told who I found to be a ten-year-old girl that was going to lose this ability when she hit puberty in six months.
As I quickly walked through her head, I found that she was the daughter of the insane person. It wasn’t supposed to happen, but her parent was hermaphrodite. They spend years trying to fertilize their egg with their sperm. This little girl was the only one that was ever viable, and carrying the child passed on the latent ability to enter people’s heads into her. When it manifested in their parent, it activated in the child. The girl had no idea that she was screaming for someone to help while the parent quickly went insane. Someone like the triplets and their sister heard the girl. They couldn’t take it from the girl but quiet her down and teach her some control. The parent died due to the power struggle resulting from the death of Darren and the elder. This girl went into foster care.
The little girl told me, “I can’t do very much, and the person that helped me said I wouldn’t be able to do this after the day my body released the hormones to start the change into a woman. Doing what I could to work around the things done in June’s brain put me in a coma-like state for a month. I nudged one of the boys to try to get June out of her shell. I hadn’t finished yet. When I woke from my coma, the accident already happened. She was closed off to me with no way to help her. The person who helped me almost couldn’t keep themselves alive long enough to control you to do what was needed and keep June in the other place. They took what you now know and pushed that into her head while she stayed suspended out of time. June’s attempt to clean out her father’s cum was all in her head. She won’t ever be how she was before they took control of her mom to do those evil things, but now you are here with her. Thank you for not reconnecting to me after your shield blocked me out when our connection broke.”
She had no idea that I was still in her mind. I felt the sadness and disgust of the sick shit thing that gave birth to her did to this family. Since she found she had this ability, the girl thought about what she could do nearly all the time. She wanted it gone.
I know I can do it, but why did I do it?
I found myself in one of the places where it seems that time in the real world stops. At the start, I was still in the tub with June, but then I was sitting on a bench in a park somewhere watching kids suspended in time. A horribly disfigured little girl came to sit beside me. I knew it was the one who had been talking in my mind.
“I’ve never been here, but the person that controlled your body to make June appear to die told me I would trust you without question. That abomination that gave life to me loved me dearly. No one knew I existed, for I was born in our home and kept secret. As you can see, no one could know about me. Before the insanity, they linked into me. One of the minds they touched knew of how to make their body feel and look younger, even though grossly deformed from living so long. The doctors, foster family, and everyone only see me as I made my body look to the world. Nothing comes for free. I have that form until the moment I hit puberty, and then I lose everything unique in my brain that makes me different from the millions of other little girls without any gifts or special abilities. How my body is in that world will change to appear like this body will as it matures,” she told me sadly. “I shouldn’t have been born. I was cursed the moment they conceived me in the petri dish.”
She needed me holding her, so I held her. Who knows how many minutes, days, or years passed here? It was what this little girl needed, and I had brought us both here.
“I know that you can. The one that showed me how to control reaching into people’s minds let me see where you have done it to recreate a person from the lifeless cells of their body,” the girl, said leaning back from me to look in my eyes. “Find me in the real world.”
I did and found that it wasn’t just a mind trick to appear how she appeared to people, cameras, and even an MRI. Her DNA was changed. As soon as her body started to mature rapidly, she would burn out the area, which let her connect into minds and keep her DNA changed to have her body be as she wanted.
Fuck me! This little girl will change in a way similar to how I changed April back into the DNA she had when my sperm fertilized Paula’s egg before I made the clones. I have to do it here to stop her from having this happen to her.
I needed to hug her now. She wanted it.
When I released the hug, I asked, “Do you want to have all memory of the person who gave you birth, and everything related to them? You can only have memories not tied to them or your abilities. I’m pretty sure I can make you be the little girl you created in your mind to show everyone as you hid your dark secrets.”
“Kill that part of me, David, and make me that little girl,” she said with total sincerity as she looked into my eyes.
Running my fingers over her twisted and deformed body, I asked her the most critical questions to girls, how she wanted to have her body look when she finished changing into a woman.
“Now, who is the evil one in the room?” she said as millions of images of little girls changing into young women came from my memory into her mind.
She saw how they looked when they got their first period, becoming fully developed, having children, aging, and how each looked when she died. The girl gently rubbed my face with the only soft spot on the misshapen claw of a hand to wake me up. I didn’t know I had been asleep.
The girl wanted her final height to be five-foot-eight, have a firm b-cup, even after breastfeeding, and live as long as she would naturally in her changed body. Of all the ways she could choose, she picked a generic, trim body. There were no requests for anything most vain girls would request.
“Not a bad start,” I explained. “You will only need reading glasses after you turn forty-five. I’m not going to make you unable to get sick or catch a cold, but you won’t be stricken by continuing to suffer the frequent illnesses you have had all your life. You will be a healthy little girl, as you should. I’m making sure that you won’t have any way to remember how your real body was when you couldn’t speak, and more mimicking a severe level three on the spectrum. In your memories, I see the remorse you’ve had at not letting your foster family hold you when you have your nightmares or needed them to cuddle with you in their laps. But, as you know, nothing comes for free.”
“I know,” she told me. “I will pay whatever you want.”
I hugged her and made sure she would pay any price.
“Good. This will hurt. In this place, you won’t escape it with sleep as my daughter did when it happened to her,” I explained.
Before I started, she wanted to know what I was taking for my payment.
After kissing her forehead, I said, “You are going to start puberty with small breast buds on your chest when you wake in your bed tomorrow morning. I know you tried hard to give yourself the release that comes with rubbing between your legs, never able to feel as those whose mind you have entered as they pleasured themselves. I’m giving you a gift and a bit of a curse at the same time. Rubbing your little nub will get you feeling good quickly when you are in the mood and want to make it happen. Unlike most girls and women, it will only be oversensitive when you cum, but you are ready to work on the next one right after. Inside your pussy, after you let a guy pop your cherry, you will hit your peak faster than most boys that have gotten off recently. Your vagina and g-spot will give you pleasure and let you have as many orgasms as you want. To any girl and woman, that wouldn’t be a curse at all. I’m making you only able to these pleasures with someone you want to make love with and not just fuck to have you get off. Unless you know the guy will marry you and treat you like a princess, your pussy will close tightly and keep his sperm out if he gets you pregnant. All the rest will have to wear a rubber, even if only fucking your ass. It is up to you if you want to swallow any guy’s cum when sucking his dick.”
“I think I will suffer the price I must pay,” she said, kissing me on the cheek.
How long did it take to change the DNA in every cell of her body? How much of her brain did I burn away and regrow from scratch to remove the memories? What things did I do that she needed but I didn’t do consciously? Did I wait to build her vocal cords until the pain was almost gone?
Then like someone snapped their fingers, to pull someone hypnotized out of a trance, I was back in the jacuzzi holding June only seconds after I took the girl and me into the place out of time.
Through my implant, I was seeing a little girl’s bedroom through two different cameras. From the girl’s mind, she asked them to install the cameras to let her foster parents check on her when she had a nightmare or screamed out in terror for no reason at all. Only after I saw her wake from a deep sleep did I find that I hadn’t let her feel the pain and ache from causing her to do two months of breast bud growth. It hit all at once, making her scream out in pain. She did it a lot of times. The foster parents checked the cameras to see if she was ok.
I could have kept her bones growing five months all at once. She did want to be six inches taller than the DNA she chose would make her.
I laughed to myself when I saw another clip of her memories. She overdid the whole attempt at making herself Autistic. Not only did she shun the touch of others, but she also didn’t like the feel of any clothes. Still having a little girl’s body, the family let her get away with being naked unless they had visitors or had to go somewhere. At home, she had to put on at least shorts that hid her split from view while going out required shorts and enough of a top to cover her almost invisible, pale nipples. Most of the time, she was in her room, and they brought her food there.
The girl got out of bed with tears from the pain running down her face. Their house had cameras everywhere, except for the parent’s bedroom and the bathrooms. She made a b-line for her foster dad, where he sat in a recliner watching TV. He was shocked at having this naked, now not so little girl, grabbing for him to help comfort her.
“What is wrong, Arlene,” he asked her, looking very worried.
She had another surge of hormones use the last of the nutrients in her body to make her pubic bone push her little mound part of an itch outward while her clit was pumped up with blood. It hurt instead of being ready to give her the first of her orgasms. Arlene now had a covering of soft, straight hairs on the side of her pussy. The hairs are dark enough to be seen against the pale skin between her legs.
“I hurt everywhere, especially my chest and here,” Arlene said, pointing to her fat clit where her pubic bone just grew a bit. “I know I can’t ride a bike well yet, but I swear I didn’t hit the bar between my legs like when I tried to ride the boy’s bike.”
He was trying to figure out how to react. Arlene had never said a word, got in his lap. She only screamed out in terror and never came to him for comfort. Now she had tears running down her face as she leaned back to see if she could see why the area around her clit hurt. Her foster father was looking right between her parted, peach fuzz pussy ringed pussy lips. When Arlene’s finger grazed her swollen clit, it softened as she screamed in pain. One hand went to her mound for a few seconds before she grabbed her foster father’s hands to put them on her sore chest. He was still in a daze and started rubbing her chest as Arlene grabbed her pussy, trying to rub to stop the pain.
When her foster mom came running from the back of the house, she found her husband rubbing Arlene’s chest as Arlene rubbed her pussy. Arlene caught her foster mom’s reflection and jumped off her foster dad’s lap.
“Mommy! Make me stop hurting everywhere!” she screamed as she ran toward the woman. “My chest is sore, and I hurt down between my legs on that place you said I only touch in private.”
A medicine cup of children’s pain reliever made the pain turn into a dull ache.
“Am I dying, mommy? I hurt everywhere.” Arlene asked.
She was going between being curled into a ball and stretched out on the couch.
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