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Incredible ChangesChapter 506: Rosie – Do-Over free porn video
I was in my office when Crystal brought Rosie in to introduce us.
“David,” Crystal said with a smile I knew meant she was teasing. “Found a stray stuck trying to get in the gate. Rosie isn’t yours, for a change, but it seems to be one your mom agreed to let crash here for a few days while her mom is out of town.”
Mom came in behind Crystal and Rosie, so I went to hug mom and ask, “Mom? Are you sure? I miss Chrissy too but isn’t this a bit too soon to take in another little girl and mom we’ve never met?”
“It is ok, David. I’m fine, and so is your dad. Your father and I are her emergency contacts. Rosie’s mom sent a note saying she had heard about Chrissy and was sorry about her unexpected death. The woman clarified in the note that she wanted the best for Rosie, so she set us up a bit. Mom had already read over the paperwork giving us temporary full custody of Rosie. It came with expedited adoption papers post-dated that are effective tomorrow if Rosie’s mom doesn’t come back tonight. In not so many words, Rosie’s mom implied that she wanted us to help Rosie through the tough time if her mom died. I did get a text from an unknown number that said if we didn’t want to adopt Rosie if her mom didn’t come back, to ensure that she got to your foster care complex,” mom told me.
Rosie said with the same fire and venom as before, “I hope she does die. She hasn’t been a mom to me since she showed me how to use the microwave and toaster oven when I was six. Being placed in a shithole foster home with an asshole who gets paid to let anyone fuck me in any hole they want is better than living with her. It is just like her to act to pretend she cares, but instead dump me off on someone’s doorstep that will call social services, or the police, to take me away.”
“Young lady, you will watch your language,” Mom said.
Crystal had a sobbing girl with a face buried between Crystal’s lycra-covered tits. She moved Rosie over to where they could sit on one of my couches. Mom went to get some soup for Rosie to bring her at least something warm to eat and some water. Rosie grudgingly tried it, and then the soup was all but inhaled.
Mom went to get more.
“Rosie,” Crystal said, “Might as well get this out there. I’m a lesbian, but don’t get your hopes up. I’ve got a girlfriend. She and I both busted our butts learning martial arts to keep guys from touching us. David is the only male I want to be around. My girlfriend, two other friends, and I were in a nasty crash. One of the girls died, but the people that came to get us stuck wires in her to keep her body alive until they could get her to their private hospital. My three friends were on their way to the hospital, but I remained trapped in the mangled car. David was a scrawny runt. I think you are bigger than he was back then. There is truth to that whole super-strength thing when someone you love will die if you don’t help them. He tore that car open to get me out and to the hospital.”
With more piss and vinegar, Rosie said, “Yeah. Great guy. Blah, blah, blah.”
Crystal gave Rosie a look that made Rosie cringe back away and said, “He is the best guy I’ve ever met. He didn’t have to come to the hospital, but he did. David said he was there until the other three and I walked out or left in a body bag. Our friend, Paula, had her head pulled off her spine and her skull crushed. She became an experiment to see if they could do the impossible and put her back together. Her scars make Frankenstein and his bride look like supermodels. They skinned her to fix her bones, muscles, and tendons. She had a long road and had to learn a lot again, but somehow she didn’t lose everything she knew, but it took things to help her remember. Anytime he could, David held her hand, hoping they could bring her back. They can tell you the story. She is the last person in the world that anyone would think of David holding their hand and hoping they didn’t die. Her mom did things to David that made him pull into a world where he ignored everyone. He also gives the best hugs.”
“And?” Rosie almost spat back out.
“Look, Rosie,” Crystal said. “That monster foster care place David’s mom mentioned? Well, David takes a lot of the money that the guy that died gave him to pay to run four of those. He doesn’t take any money from anyone to run them. Anything the government tries to give him for the kid’s care goes into a bank account for each kid. It is there to help give them a good start on their lives when they leave. No one has to leave when they turn eighteen, only move to an adult apartment building at the complex. Ten thousand of those children loved David so much that they wanted to do something to let him know how much they loved him and felt bad for his sister Chrissy dying. The kids took a two-plus mile space made for a failed megamall amusement park and turned it into a memorial park and gardens in Chrissy’s name. They threatened to run away from the complex if they didn’t get here to help build it. Give him a chance.”
“Yeah, I see that happening,” Rosie spat out.
Crystal got up, got her courier bag, and said, “Be that way. It doesn’t matter to me. I don’t live here and didn’t agree to babysit you. His mom did. No one said you have to like it here, but they aren’t going to ask you to do anything to help out around the house. Why don’t you give it a few days? No one says you have to talk to anyone. You can hide in whatever bedroom no one uses, but there is no room service, so you still have to come down to eat. I do warn you, don’t think you will get any pity from them. Love, kindness, an ear that will listen and give a shit, yet. But no pity. His adopted daughter Ellen’s dad died, and Ellen had to survive in the woods alone for two years. David found her when she was eleven. Ellen just turned twelve. I’ve got to get back to work before my girlfriend calls to bitch me out. Love and business are two different things, and time is money. Oh, I ratted you out about your tablet and phone. Bye.”
“What the hell does that mean? Who cares?” Rosie asked out loud to nobody.
There was a knock on my office door with someone delivering the expected packages.
“Sit up and scoot over,” I told Rosie as I carried the boxes. “Get your phone and tablet out of your backpack, Rosie.”
I got a huff out of her, but she did it anyway.
I got the new i-Fruit from the box and used the supplied cable to hook the two phones up. It was all for show, but Rosie looked remotely interested.
She had an Android tablet, and the latest of the same manufacturer was inside the next box.
“It is busted. Mom made me drop it trying to rush out of the house,” Rosie said with more sadness than anger.
I connected the two.
I removed the ultra-thin, ultra-light laptop and got it going through the initial new laptop automatic setup process.
All for the show. Fine by me if it helps Rosie. Chrissy was never this way. What did I do to her when I reverted her to this age?
She didn’t flinch when she gently patted her leg and said, “You asked what Crystal meant about ratting you out about your tablet and phone. I’ve stopped asking who cares because no one will tell me. If you find out who is magically making new phones, tablets, and laptops appear when someone around me needs them or an upgrade, please let me know. I know the i-Fruit isn’t the latest one that came out, but this one will at least fit in your pocket while you wait for your woman’s body to finish growing in. Please put your email address and password into the laptop so it can get that long setup process running. We are going to the kitchen because I’m hungry and you probably want something more than soup. Your stomach rumbling sounds like a volcano waiting for a virgin sacrifice to keep from erupting. You can see if you are fast enough to grab a tub of cereal and run to any bedroom on the two floors above before the head cook catches you. My daughter Ellen is quick, but she hasn’t had much success. April is my other daughter, whom my parents adopted because her mom wouldn’t care for her, and I was fifteen. Now the cook can’t seem ever to catch her. Once you are around April for a bit, you will understand better.”
She got her email logged in, and we headed to get food.
I had to tease the chef, so I said, “This is Rosie. I hope she will stay with us for a few days, at least. You might as well clean out all of the leftovers. Oh, and I’m hungry too.”
“Sorry. Take the kid to one of your restaurants. The kitchen is closed. I’d pay to watch Ariba, and you decimate some unsuspecting Sushi place’s sushi eating contest. For a skinny kid, Ariba might be able to eat you under the table and still be hungry. Both commercial refrigerators were full of leftovers and ready-to-eat meals after the funeral. Dee, Ariba, and Ellen left me a sweet note saying they came down for a midnight snack last night. Ellen said you would do all the dishes if I let you. Like that is going to happen,” the chef joked back.
“Can you at least make her a quick sandwich while we wait on her devices to transfer to the new ones? I would bet she can’t remember when she had something to eat before mom got her soup today,” I said.
I know you can’t because that is the first thing you have eaten since I reverted your body.
Rosie did cheer up enough to say, with less venom this time, “Yeah, David. Take me to a restaurant, an expensive one. I’ll break your credit card, and you will; wash dishes to pay for the meal.”
She was dismayed when the cook started laughing so hard the cook began to snort.
“Now that is the funniest thing I’ve heard in a long time,” the cook told Rosie. “I don’t think you could eat enough to make David’s credit card company decline any charges, but that isn’t what made me laugh. It is that if they would let him. David would be back washing dishes. I must watch him to ensure he doesn’t do it behind my back. We have a bit of a truce. He stays away from the dishwashing, and I don’t feed April anything that will make her bounce off the walls. I would have threatened that about Ellen, but she does it no matter what I feed her.”
“If we are going out, then you have to shower because you stink,” I told Rosie. “You can do it yourself, or I will do it for you. Whichever gets you smelling like shampoo and soap the fastest. I don’t kid about being hungry.”
Rosie looked down at the table and said, “All my clothes stink. What is in my backpack is all that I have to wear.”
“Did I tell you I’m hungry?” I asked her to look up at me.
She nodded.
“Good. So, are you washing, or will I have to bathe you?” I asked.
I saw the look when the little girl inside her came to the surface, and she asked, “Can I take a bath by myself? I haven’t gotten to take one in a long time. Would you sit in there with me or ask your mom? I’m scared whatever my mom gave me will make me fall back to sleep and drown.”
“Me or my mom?” I asked.
“You, if it doesn’t make you want to molest me, at least not too much. You have daughters, and I’m not sure about what has started going on down there recently. I don’t know if everything is normal or not. It would be weird if your mom looked, but I don’t know why. She is a woman, and you are a man,” Rosie told me.
I reached down for her hand. As we headed up the back stairs, I told Rosie, “I can look if you are worried something is wrong, but you should wait until later when the pediatrician can look you over. We have some that rotate so that one is here all the time. If you don’t run away, she will have you see her when we get back.”
“Do you think I can borrow something from your daughter to wear until we can buy me some clothes,” Rosie asked.
“No,” I said and watched her face fall as the venom returned. “Ellen is older than you, but nothing she has is your size. You will have to dig through the dressers and clothes in the girl’s clothes room off her suite. We are going into Ellen’s bathroom because she has a big tub that fills fast. I did say I was hungry, right? You want a bath, and I want to hose you off so we can eat sooner.”
Thank you, Molly, for making the bubble bath for Trudy that doesn’t give girls or women yeast infections or other problems.
I ran the water while Rosie found out she needed to use the toilet with the fan on to pull out the stench. Her body was still purging out what Rosie had in her body that didn’t belong in eleven-year-old Rosie. It came out quickly. She was only wearing her t-shirt when she came out, and it barely went below the gap between her legs. I turned around so that I wasn’t watching her get naked.
Rosie got in the tub and washed most of herself before asking me, “Can you wash my back and help me with my hair? It had been a long time since I took a bath, and I can’t remember ever taking a bubble bath. I don’t know how to wash my hair without just ending up with bubbles in it.”
The large cup beside the tub took care of helping wash her hair, and it didn’t take much to scrub her back.
“I don’t have anything other woman or girls doesn’t have. You will probably see everything I have if I live here. I don’t know why I think that, but I feel it is true,” Rosie told me. “Can you help me get the bubbles off me so I can get out of the tub to dry off?”
When I dressed you earlier, I knew you had more pussy hair and a half-cup size larger tits.
She made a big deal of putting one foot up on the tub edge and then having me help her out, making sure I got a full look at the fuzzy fringed treasures in the middle.
Even this far into puberty, her treasure chest was stuck closed. It must have been instinctual to know this because she reached down to “scratch” at the right place to pop open the pale pink palace gates. I saw it all, but she didn’t get to know that I had since I lifted her up and out of the tub by her armpits.
“OH MY GOD!” Rosie exclaimed as I wrapped a big, thick, soft, fuzzy towel around her. “Is this what it feels like when a girl gets a cum? I heard girls say that a cum is the best feeling in the world. I’m feeling the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life, all over my body. I’m tingly everywhere.”
I haven’t even started to dry her off. She will go off into space when I rub in the lotion her skin needs badly. Is that such a bad thing?
I had Rosie dried off and was working on her hair when Ellen, Ariba, Crimilda, Dee, and Tee came rushing into the bathroom. The girls didn’t seem to bother Rosie, but she saw Tee. That got her legs crossed and arms over her chest.
All five new arrivals started laughing, making Rosie turn red with anger.
I turned her around to face the five kids, pulled her arms by her sides, reached to uncross her legs, and let her knees fall naturally to the side. It allowed everyone to see that the carpets matched the drapes, and the curtains were still closed.
“It is your fault, well not yours, Tee, but the girl’s fault that there were no leftovers, and I have to go get food. I have to feed this sourpuss, too,” I said as I started working my magic with Rosie’s hair. “If you want to come with us, strip and get in the shower. How can all five of you stink this much?”
Ellen giggled as she stripped Tee and said, “Grandmother called the school to get me out early because I had to go get Dee and Tee. She said we had a new girl coming to live with us, and the girl was nasty and pissy because she was scared.”
“She did not, Ellen,” Ariba told Ellen. “She told you the new girl didn’t look like she had eaten in days, the chefs got angry that we cleaned out the fridges last night, and David is taking the girl to go see if they can shut down one of his restaurants early because they ran them out of food.”
Dee moved Tee inches away from Rosie’s face. He was already rock hard. Rosie looked up for permission and then reached up to check out the first dick she had ever seen as an eleven-year-old girl. I knew what was coming and let it happen. Her cool fingers on Tee’s dick aren’t what triggered his instant response. I saw the link form between them, and when Dee touched Rosie, she felt it too. It was the last spark of Chrissy that remained inside Rosie. I pulled Ellen and Ariba’s hands over to touch Rosie as well. Ellen pulled Crimilda’s hand over. It would help Ellen and Crimilda connect to the link when Ellen does it for them both. All five felt the tickle, and then it released as Tee unloaded all over Rosie’s face and chest.
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