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 Best Friend (bg-MF Roma Pube Tran)

   That's what she was to me, always.  Before I remember, I don't recall
how we met, but it must have been around the neighborhood.  Not that I had
any other friends to compare her to, never needed them, she was always
there.  We went to school together, sat next to eachother on the bus, ate
lunch, she had a different teacher because she's a year older, but even
that was never a problem.  I was a boy, so we're mostly the same size.  And
we played together, the usual stuff, it helped we had a boy and girl to
cover all the roles.  Pretend stuff, sometimes with a dummy, or imaginary
antagonist to fight against.

   Together, we never fought eachother, but I don't guess you came to an
erotic story site to read about how we defeated the train robber baron. 
One thing I was always aware of was she knew about sex.  Which isn't to say
I was sheltered, or ignorant, but she taught me everything I knew.  I guess
it started the summer she was 7, and I was 6.  She lost teeth, then regrew
them, I still had my baby-teeth, and I knew it was something secret because
she took me away.

   Way out, in the woods past the park, and bike trails, and talked about
secrets.  I think she wanted to tell me something, now, but at the time it
was all about nobody seeing us, or finding out what we're going to do.  She
drank a lot too, just water, but she had a big bottle of it, this time,
like we're exploring the desert, but we weren't.  She followed the brook,
so we didn't get lost, but also evidence that we didn't have to pack out
liters of it, just for the afternoon.  But I guess it took more then a
hour.

   Then, she said she had to pee.  I'd seen it, like I said, we're best
friends, so she was kinda like my sister.  Only I liked hanging out with
her, and missed her when we weren't.  So, she pulled down her pants and
squatted down while I held her hands.  So she could lean back, and not wet
her pants, but there wasn't anything sexy about it.  Girls pee, I'd seen
it. My sister had to potty train, and everything.

   But she didn't pull her pants up, splashed some water from the brook up
to rinse herself, and stood up, but they stayed down, all the way down to
her boots even.  She's a tomboy, or they called her that.  Wannabe boy,
only they don't really know her.  She doesn't want to be a boy, we played
tea, and in House she's always the momma, but she likes to have fun too. 
"Boys have fun," she told me, "climb trees, and run around getting dirty."
Oh yeah, they made fun of her being dirty too, especially the other girls.

   She was, even I didn't know it until she asked me if I had to pee.  Half
naked in front of me, "Here, have some water." Not really thirsty either,
but I guessed it was part of the game, the new game we couldn't just play
in one of our rooms, or the back-yard.  Then, she undid my shorts, and
pulled them down.  I didn't have to pee, I tried, even listened to the
water trickling in the brook, but with my eyes closed I couldn't see her.
"It's okay," I could feel her, cold fingers, though.  "You don't have to.
Can't pee with a hard-on, anyway."

   She didn't jerk me off, I don't know if she could, but she played with
it.  Let me touch her, or suggested it.  "You can touch me too, if you
want." But what she really wanted was for me to touch her.  That was the
game, I didn't find out why until later, because it was a secret. 
Obviously now she was molested, and missed it when he stopped, because he
was a family member, and she trusted him, and then she got too old.  7,
just losing her teeth.  Now I've lived with her for decades, and let me
tell you she never gets too old, only more beautiful every day, but men can
be so cruel with their sexual playthings.

   But that was my first time, for anything.  We didn't even kiss, or hold
hands unless we're playing somebody that kissed and held hands.  But she
always knew more about what actually goes on, what people do in private,
what privates are for, and how to use them.  It turns out she was taught,
from an early age, as soon as she could talk and understand, and probably
molested even before that.  She doesn't remember, before he molested her.
That's just how he was, their relationship, until he turned away, and saw
her younger sister.

   But all I knew was she liked it, then how she liked it when she showed
me.  The first few times were like lessons, she went on, and on about what
everything is, and what it does, then she showed me.  In the sand, with her
skirt up (And under her butt) and her panties around her ankles.  Not in
technical terms, some of them I knew as naughty, still too young to Hear
grownups say "Fuck." Then cover it up, mom shushing them, and looking over
nervously.  I didn't know what fuck ment, until she showed me.

   "I'm to little to fuck," she pointed down, "But I can practice." Between
her fingers, spreading her open like an up-side-down 2 sign, and stopping
right above the hole in the bottom.  Not gaping, tight like the knot of her
belly button until she touched it.  Rubbed it around.  "And here's my
love-button," she grunted, and felt around, but there's skin in the way,
it's tiny, and "Ow!" Hurt when she touched it.

   But she showed me she doesn't have to touch it, she can use the skin
around it, or pinch her lips together to pull them over it.  And she really
liked that, I could tell by the look on her face, even though she sounded
more like it hurt.  "Nh, uh!" She had to stop, when it was too intense, and
start up again after a breath, but slower, and gentler.

   Then, she wanted me to touch her.  I still had my pants up, if I was
hard I don't remember, but all I could do was stare.  Watch her, especially
her face, and all the confusing things I saw on it.  She got real red, I
mean she's pale, inside the tanlines from her shirts, and shorts, and
skirts but she got so red, and hot when I got closer, kneeled down in the
sand, and reached out to her.  Her legs felt warm next to my arm, and she
moved her hand when mine got closer.  Slowly, I stopped, hesitated.

   Because I was afraid to hurt her.  Even she bumped it the wrong way, or
something.  Not a lot of room in there to bump around, even with her tiny
fingertips, so I avoided the trouble spots.  The "Love-button" that made
her wince when she touched it the wrong way, which left the bottom.  She
grabbed my hand, and pulled my finger into her as soon as I touched it. 
She was so warm, and soft inside, and I was feeling inside her!  "You need
to use 2, cause your fingers are so little." I think that's basically the
way she said it if not word-for-word, but when we're alone she could speak
extremely adult.

   And I liked it, wiggled my finger aware of my tiny erection, and not
making the connection.  It felt weird, but she had her eyes closed, so I
moved it up in my pants so it wasn't so uncomfortable.  And left it alone,
not a clue.  Instead, I backed out, then all the way out realizing my next
finger is longer.  I started with that, and she pinched herself.  Above
her, but it stretched her lips around them.  Both of them, enough to feel
them, and bunch around my fingers slipping into her.

   Dry.  She's 7, maybe 8, no it was summer, so almost 8.  Still not able
to get wet, like she'd grow to, so if you're looking for stories of gushing
pussies, there's a lot of them.  But that's not what happened.  "Nh," she
grunted, and held still.  I thought I hurt her, from her face, but there
was all kinds of looks I'd never seen before, and there's another.  She
relaxed, I'd seen her asleep, but her cheeks were aglow, and her eyes
opened.  Then she smiled, blinked at me, and pulled at her lips pinched
together.

   I didn't fuck her, just held them there, up to 1 knuckle, while she
pulled it off.  Rubbed her pubeless mons too, with her other fingertips, in
swirly motions.  And moaned, loud, sometimes grunting, or gasping in almost
as loud as a whisper.  But I was entranced, wondering what that must feel
like, and just lucky to be there, to witness it.  It was beautiful, I
always knew she was, but I hadn't seen, well that's where I fell in love
with her.  Our love, well I suppose hers was always a little more mature,
but then she kissed me.

   When she could breathe, she sat up, and my fingertip/s slipped out.  Not
a "Mom" kissing "Dad" off to work, but a real passionate kiss.  No tongue
even, but her lips felt so hot, and soft, even as she mashed them on my
mouth.  Then she pulled my pants down and sucked me off.  It didn't take
long I was so excited, I know nothing came out, but I remember her
fingertips.  Petting my balls, brushing them back between my legs, spread
open to the knees in my shorts.  Lips slipping back and forth over the skin
on my hard little thing.

   I didn't know what to call it, she didn't talk about it, just pointed,
"Put it in." Eventually, when I was big enough.  We kept trying, but even
when I thought I got it in, it was barely the tip, and we couldn't move. 
She sat on me, and it fell out.  From behind I could barely touch her, and
between her legs mine got in the way of getting a steep enough angle. 
Didn't think of uneven surfaces like a bed, because we took blankets and
towels out there, Like we're swimming.  There was nowhere to swim up that
Brook, barely enough to splash eachother off in.  In the summer.

   We did it every day, after school when it started up, then trying to
find places to without getting caught in bad weather.  Thing is we're kids,
and parents like to keep an eye on us.  They trusted us, we're good kids,
but then we had brothers and sisters to worry about, and she told me this
was "Definitely" not something to talk to anyone about.  Private, that's
"Why they're called privates." Something you share with someone special,
but not really anyone else's business.  At all.

   And we mostly masturbated together.  We played other kinds of sex, still
did the role-games, and they weren't all about having sex, but you have to
tuck them in, and shut the door so they can't see.  Because obviously
children would be harmed somehow by being exposed to sex.  While I'm trying
to fuck her in the dark closet, dolls, action figures, and stuffed animals
tucked in outside.  I didn't always get off, and neither did she,
especially when we had to keep quiet for fear of somebody hearing.  We
never got caught, even when we started sleeping over, and I had to kick my
brother out for the night, or her sisters.

   Just the two of us, nobody knew how sexual we were when we could be. 
Under the covers, playing with eachother until we fall asleep, and waking
eachother up in the night.

   Anonymus {g-fb/g Nepi/Pedo}

   My name is not important, but I love children.  More than your society,
and culture find acceptible, but they're unspoiled by your "Mature"
obsessions with money, and Pumpkin-Spice Lattes, and shit.  I know, it's
not ladylike, I have crappy posture, and I'd really be so much prettier if
I smiled more.  Well, fuck you, and pardon my French.  Fuck your boring
lives, and violence, and fuck you for judging me.

   They're not my victims, I never did anything wrong to them, and they
still love me, to this day, all of them.  Children are so perfect, they
still have all their potential, especially with you prudes squashing
anything they can learn about love, and how to show it.  I'm not ashamed of
my love, it's not some nasty, turd of a thing to bury and forget.  It's not
about sex, love is what I'm talking about, sex is just how you show it.

   It's like a language, only instead of words, you have your bodies.  The
most intimate communication is between lovers, not saying "I love you," or
putting a ring on her finger for a tax-break, you can't tell them how much,
you have to show them.  And I love children, there's not as much to hate as
with grown adults.  They love me too, and themselves.  You know what poor
suffering wretches I have saved with my love?  There's your "Victims," but
when they leave they're happy, and accept themselves.  Because I show them
how beautiful they are, and loveable, and perfect in their own way.

   When without me they would kill themselves.  I saved lives, children's
lives and you have the audacity to arrest me?  Charge me with your
unnatural laws, label me a sex-offendor, those won't change the ones I
saved.  You can't punish me enough for doing the right thing, nothing you
do can wipe that away, and you don't dare kill me.  So, what am I up for,
prison?  The hospital?  Fine, bring it on.  Fuck your lawyer too.  If
loving children is a crime, then I'm guilty, take me to see the fucking
judge.

   Dicky {Gb Pube Viol}

   Yeah, I know.  Didn't back then, they didn't even really make fun of my
name.  Any more, it started back up in middle-school, but before that, she
got her period.  That was the first sign, we had to take a break from
playing any dirty games, because it was gross.  I hated it, and you know
how I never wanted to hurt her.  Well, I played Doctor, by then we had a
bed out there, and a sort of fort, I guess.  It had a roof, not really
walls, just a couple logs to hold it up, but there was a place to lay her
down, and look over the problem.

   In the daylight coming in under the board, it looked like a wound.  So,
she showed me how to clean it, and dress it, neither of us got horny, but I
cleaned her out pretty good with a water-bottle.  Taped the "Bandage" on,
something else to carry out there, but then she got dressed, and hung the
smock up.  It was from art class, but we could use it for a hospital gown,
or a apron.  We had lots of costumes.  Then we played something else, she
stopped bleeding, and we went back to "Sex".  Games, she said we had to be
carefuller because she can get pregnent now, and we don't really have jobs
to pay for a baby.

   Her mom talked to her.  About sex, the other stuff she didn't know about
how girls grow to be women, and women become mommies.  What it actually
does, where they get babies.  So, she told me.  I guess she was the doctor
then, but she didn't even touch me.  But then the Hormones kicked in, and
she had a real sex-drive.  Before that it was just play, and affection. 
She loves all that, kissing, and hugging, holding hands, and sleeping
together.  And sex, too.

   Now, she needed it.  She got so horny, we didn't even play a game first.
Sometimes we stopped, on the way to our "House," and she humped me behind
the big tree to get off.  She just missed me so much, during the day when
we could see eachother, but not do anything.  Not even kiss, or hold hands
under the table, so after school we kind of did it right away, then went
off to play.

   And she started fighting.  Mostly other boys, but she argued with me,
and got so mad, and yelled until I was crying.  Thankfully it was just a
phase, in a couple days she would calm down, and then she'd get her period,
but the sex when she was like that.  It almost hurt.  She did it hard, and
crushed it between our bones, the flat one in front, where she started
getting pubes.  She got taller then me, until I got big enough for rubbers,
we just rubbed them together on the outside, but I really liked it split
between her lips, with her hips back so the tip of her clit didn't drag on
it.  And she could rub it with her fingers, and get off.  She started
getting wet inside, too.

   It was a couple years before my first sign.  Of growth, your voice is
supposed to crack first, but I felt an itch in my underwear, and I
scratched at it, but I had to get my pants down and investigate to figure
it out.  Felt like an ant-bite, not a hair poking out.  Just one, but then
more sprouted, and I had a few before I stopped shooting blanks.  "What's
this?" She showed me, pulling it up in the skin so the clear drop of
pre-cum pinched in the little pee-slit.  It wasn't pee, and she licked it
off.  She liked it, and when I got off I felt a little more come out.  Like
the first spurt or two were wet, and she licked it inside her mouth.

   It was a good day, she was horny, but waited, all the way back to our
little clearing by the Brook.  She sucked me off first, then sat on my face
to get her wet enough to finger.  You know she doesn't like to actually
fuck?  I mean the real way, penis going in and out of her, not really with
fingers, even.  She likes me rubbing her clit, until I feel it squeezing
around whatever it in there, but just inside, and holding still.B Or as
still as I can with her hips bucking until she relaxes, and kisses at my
finger.

   Anonymus {Gc Best}

   Back for more?  I think you like my stories, is that what you think
about when you play with yourselves?  Are you getting off on this?  How
about my first time?

   Well, he was a boy, but not a child like you'd expect.  I grew up on a
farm, yeah my uncle lived with us, and didn't technically have a job, but
it's not unusual.  He worked on the farm with the rest of the family, it
was as much his as my mom's.  She got married, had kids, he just didn't
have any of his own.  Didn't really try to talk to women, get a girlfriend,
engaged, or married.

   But my first first time there was a bitch in heat.  We had dogs, and
goats, and chickens, and even a pig or two some seasons.  I'd seen it! 
But, when she went in heat all the dogs come to line up for a shot at her,
and some of them didn't make it.  I watched it, though, and saw one was
still disappointed.  I never seen one up close, all big, and red, and warm.
At night, must have been spring, or fall, no snow on the ground, but
chilly. I guess I had to be at least 6.

   And I saw what the bitch did.  It was easy, he knew what that ment, but
he didn't do it.  Couldn't find it, I guess, but I felt him bump around
trying to.  I didn't know where it's supposed to go neither, but I guessed
the butt.  Had no clue of the connection to making puppies, either.  He got
off, between my legs when I held them together around it.  It ran down my
legs, so I pulled my panties up, dried them on my skirt, and went in to
bed. I didn't really like it, so I never tried it again.

   Yeah, he came in, and touched me.  Every night, I was his favorite, but
only through the sheets.  I had pajamas, put them on when I got up, or
slipped them under the covers if it was cold, but I didn't want him to
touch me through underwear, and pajama pants.  I wanted him to pull back
the covers, and touch me again, like he did when I was potty training, or
when we played potty on walks.  He liked to go on walks with me, until I
got hurt, and momma said we can't no more.

   So, he waited till everyone was asleep, well everyone else.  I waited
for him, pretended to be asleep, If I started waking up he'd run off, and I
didn't want to scare him off.  I wanted him to stay, maybe cuddle with me,
but he just kissed my face, and said "Goodnight." As soon as he got off, I
didn't even see it, but I knew when I heard it he was done, and then he was
gone.

   Of course he didn't stop there, but I guess he was such a coward I had
to encourage him to go further.  If you're thinking about arresting him,
don't, I begged him to, pleading as soon as we're out of earshot, sneaking
off for a forbidden walk.  There was a copse of trees, over by the fence
where the fields didn't come together, and it was cool with shade when it
was hot, and dry out without a cloud in the sky, or a gust of wind.

   I asked if he remembered our little walks, out here to play potty, and
picked up my skirt to pull down my panties.  I squatted, heels apart with
the panties up by my knees so it could just trickle off in the dirt, and
leaves.  No trails back there, just the tire tracks dead-ending, and a pile
of dirt from something or other.  Then I told him to touch me, like he does
at night.  When I pretend to be asleep, but I pulled my skirt back up.  Out
of the way, so he didn't have to touch me through it like the blanket.  His
bare fingers, "Can I see it?"

   He jerked it off, the first time.  Surprised him too, he let it fall all
over my skirt, and pulled his hand back out from under it.  Kneeling in the
dirt, so we could touch eachother, I rubbed his legs, and played with the
hairs.  And when it came out it was the greatest thing ever.  I couldn't
stop laughing, I clapped.  I was hooked, I wanted to see that over, and
over, felt it twitch in my hands, and splash on my face, or my flat chest,
or belly.  The first time he cummed between my legs, and my lips stuck
together when I got home, and had to peel my dirty panties off.  I licked
them, the first time I tasted it, then I was hooked on that.  It reminded
me of paste, you remember library paste?  Well, I was the girl they told
not to eat it.  Not like an addict, but I liked it, and they kept telling
me to stop.

   I couldn't stop this, I love cum, and it's the one thing I miss with
little boys, but again, that's about love, and them learning to be loved.
It's not really sex at all, it's sexual, but it's for them, not me.  More
like masturbation, I guess.  Anyway, he fixed my virginity with his pinky.
Kissed it for hours before that to get me wet, and relaxed.  Way longer
than he needed to for that, but he loved it, that's like his favorite
thing. He never even tried to fuck me, I thought about it, wanted to when I
got older, and big enough.

   Then my stupid cousin started potty training, and that's his real
favorite.  Not thing to do, but the best fantasy, he got so turned on
playing potty.  Not the pee, but pissing, I kinda liked how his dick
swelled with it, but it's not about the piss itself.  Well for him, he
liked to play the potty, we couldn't just sneak one out there.  I don't
mind it, perfectly sterile, and I been in a lot of diapers before.  Oh
yeah, I guess my other cousin was my first little girl.  I didn't babysit,
us all kids kind of grew up together like brothers, and sisters, or
neighbors, there's a few houses on the farm, from back when it was four, or
five of them.  It's since been parceled up, but between all our famlies.

   "And your husband?"

   Oh, right.  I guess he was the first boy outside my famly.  He always
hung out around me, followed me around like a puppydog, and after a while.
Huh!  It worked, I got lonely, and I started thinking if there's anyone I
want to be with.  Not really for the rest of my life, I wasn't thinking
that at the time, but I didn't want to be lonely, and somehow I already
knew he loved me.

   And that made me feel so nice.  So, I showed him I loved him too.  All
the other ones, huh!  All right, any of you talk to him yet?  Well, he's
got these ideas in his head about loyalty, and what you save for the one
you love, but god damnit that's selfish!  And the main thin which is he's
not very creative, so he constantly needs encouraged, and he never has an
idea of his own, and that's why we always played my games.  He doesn't have
any games, or roles of his own, so when we started playing, he used mine.

   "Would you consider yourself the dominant member of the relationship?"

   It's not about that.  We're apples and oranges, neither one's better,
but you need both of them to make it work.  That's why he's perfect for me,
I can compensate for his shortcomings, and he satisfies my needs.  It's
simpler that way.

   Ricky {fB Dom/sub Light S/m, Bond.}

   She stopped fighting, so much.  It's just people make her so mad, not me
any more, but when she's done sucking it up all day, she has to let it out,
or she's bitchy all night.  I'm not calling her a bitch, but she's just so
sensitive, and can only take so much.  So, she started playing the badguy.

   I guess I could tell she was going to go on her period, and I looked
forward to it, for a break.  That's when she got real mad, hitting me, and.
Well, she just slapped me, but she could slap pretty hard.

   She "Kidnapped" me.  I knew it was a game right away, but I wasn't
expecting it because she just had her period, and we're already back to the
loving games.  She really can be so loving, when she's not in a mood, but
they're so mean to her in middle school.  And the boys her age were getting
bigger then her, again.

   So anyway, she jumped me, and put a bag over my head.  I could hold her
up, a little while, but then I got tired, and down on my hands and knees.
She pulled my arms back, so I let her tye up my hands.  She tore up a
sheet, I had no idea they could be so strong, when it's so easy to rip, but
I didn't really get away.  I stuggled, but it was like acting, playing a
role.

   Then, she helped me up, and led me off down the brook.  I didn't hear
it, most of the water was frosen except little puddles with some water
under the ice.  But she was meeting me, to go off to our cabin.  We called
it that, dug in some logs, and packed dirt around the bottom.  It was only
a couple feet high, but we could lay down under there.  We went camping, in
the summer, and it really started feeling like home.

   She kept saying "You know what this is about," or not in so many words,
over and over.  Not repeating herself, but hinting at what I supposedly
done, and I wasn't sure if I really fucked up, or it was part of the
fantasy.  I really didn't know, and I couldn't stop crying, but the sheet
tied around my wrists, behind me.  I felt her hands around my arms, and I
don't know why but since the first time she tied me up, to imaginary
train-tracks, for some reason it feels like, I don't know a mother's hug? I
feel safer, like everything is all right, or will be all right, I stopped
even listening to her name-calling, but I didn't feel like crying any more.

   It's just her, excuse me, Her.  She's just playing the game, and she
doesn't mean all those horrible things she calls me.  She just knows, the
worst possible thing to say to somebody, I've seen her bring a grown woman
to tears.  She can bite it back, but not forever.  She just needs to let it
all out, then i remembered.

   I got in a fight.  Yeah, I got beat up before, but I guess this was the
first time I started it.  Or got involved, he threw the first, punched her,
but I saw her look up, the tear on her cheek.  She wiped it, and then I was
on top of him.  Pounding his face, holding his arms with my legs like she
showed me how to, and when my hands started hurting, I hit him with my
elbows.  They had to get a teacher to pull me off, but by then she was
gone.

   She ran away, I didn't see her the rest of the day, in Detention, but I
got suspended, for fighting.  I actually fought for once, so it wasn't as
bad as being punished for getting beat up.  Then she tortured me all
weekend.  A long one, since she skipped friday, they thought we run away,
and searched for us, but we said we're "Just camping." I had to hide my
wrists, and ankles, the red marks from being tied up so many times.  And
tied down, but I just had to feel them, and think of her to get through
class.

   So anyway, they stopped calling her dyke, because our secret was out.  I
was her boyfriend, not so much how we had sex all the time, I heard the
locker-room stories, but I never told any.  We could hold hands in the
halls, and kiss until a teacher came and told us to stop.  It's
"Distracting," or whatever.

   She failed, but to be held back a year.  The other boy got suspended
too, for hitting a girl.  She dared him to, and teased him, called him a
"Pussy," but he didn't have to hit her so hard.  Or punch her, he could've
just slapped her, but she didn't talk about it.  She never wanted to talk
about it, but she didn't try to get revenge on him.  That's why I didn't
mind her taking it out on me.  Before I liked it, it's not the pain, I got
used to that, and she never really hurt me that much, but when I dream
about her she's standing over me, and I can't move.  She makes me sit on my
hands, or holds them with her legs if we don't have anything to tye them.
But my wrists really crave to be Bound, when they're not.

   That's why I started wearing the wrist warmers, they cover the bruises,
but also so I can feel them.  I can press them together, or up against a
bar, imagine her hands around them, and I'm instantly hard.

   Her {Fg Mole Nepi/Todd}

   Huh!  I got into baby-sitting.  Not a lot of job opportunities when I
was that young, but my dad said I could wear makeup when I could buy it
myself, and we weren't one of those families with Allowances.

   It was just like playing house, only without the dad, and I missed him
so much, so I got in the diaper before I had to change it.  Could be so
messy, and not a turnon, but it's a girl!  Yes she is!  I tickled her, and
blew on her belly to make her giggle, and looked around real quick.  Before
I touched her, fat little puff.  So soft, and dry with powder, but it made
her look so pale, and caked in the creases between.  It tasted nasty, so I
just tickled her, and spat on it to make her wet.  This is what he didn't
offer me, he didn't hae a little pussy.  I do, but it's down there, on the
other end, where I can't see it, and kiss it.

   Had to clean her up first, she peed anyway, and it washed the powder out
of her little crack.  Still tasted a little, it's like chalky, but the
perfume gets in my nose so I can't smell anything else.  So, I peed, and
washed out my mouth.

   "You drank pee?" I didn't swallow it!  But yeah, like I said we didn't
have a potty, when we went out on walks.  "You said he liked to play the
potty." Yeah, but he had to pee too, it's not that bad, I don't like it,
but you get used to the taste.

   Anyway, she started crying when I stuck my finger in her, so I mashed
the top with my thumb to make her squeel, and covered her mouth.  But she
wouldn't stop crying!  I really hate that sound, but I can't smother her
until she passes out, and the neighbors have to be used to her crying by
now, so there's no reason to call the cops if I wash the little bit of
blood off, and get a fresh one.  Thank god they're disposables, I rubbed
some shit in to cover it up later, because she pooped, and was just a bit
young to get her period, but she passed out eventually.

   I learned something, though.  Or I always knew you don't remember as a
baby, nobody remembers back that far, so she'll probably forget that, and
she can't talk to tell anyone, but that was bad.  I liked bad, but that was
bad even for me.  But that's when I learned the best time is before they
talk, their parents fill their head all full of nonsense about princesses,
and prince charming, gods, and magic, and strangers, and people touching
you there.

   Just need to be more gentle next time, she's just a baby, and babies
cry. Well, maybe not let strangers touch you there, you can talk to them,
but you don't know if they'll hurt you.  There's child molestors, and
pedophiles.  I love children, I just didn't know how easy it is to hurt
them.  Some men don't care, those are the bad ones, the ones you know are
more likely to be loving, and gentle.  Care about your pain, and show you
how to take it all away.

   Pleasure is harder, but can be every bit as powerful as pain.  You just
have to work at it.  The guys that don't know that are no better then
sadists, it doesn't matter if they get off on it, "it was an accident"
doesn't take the pain away.  I said I was sorry, but she couldn't
understand me.  I still promised never to hurt her again.  Sorry, you think
we can take a break?  I wannabe a lone for a little while, we can talk
again later.

   Ricky {Bfg Ince Fant Mole Nepi Rape}

   She gets so lonely working.  Babysitting, and housecleaning mostly,
since she let that dog get out.  Doing better in school, though, maybe
she'll make Freshman with me after-all.  Not fighting as much.  I think the
hormones are dying down a little too, what a relief.  She not as intense
when she get premenstral, she doesn't want to play evil as much, or as
evil.

   I thought she was turning into a satanist.  I mean, I never saw any
symbols, or rituals, but I wouldn't tell anyone at church.  I mean it'd be
cool to see a real exorcism, but they always closed them to family and
loved ones, so they probably wouldn't let me in anyway.  I'm just her
boyfriend for them, and they might ask questions, get the sinful things
we've been doing together out of me, but I was a little scared, for a while
there.  Sure am glad we're not Catholic, but our church is
non-denominational.  We'll save anyone, you're all welcome.  But what good
is growing old together if she won't be in heaven with me?  Our lives are
nothing next to eternity, and I promised, forever.  I don't think you can
repent from turning witch for Satan, and it says to suffer no witch to
live. What if an Exorcism doesn't work?

   So, she said I could come over, while she sat.  She didn't say we'd be
playing mommies, and daddys, but she got into the parent's clothes, and she
found this really nice nighty.  It didn't really fit her, but with the
straps pulled back, and tied bhind her, and the baby went to sleep.

   "And what do mommys and daddys do when they're asleep?" It's okay, they
told her "Make yourself at home, our house is your house." So, we did it on
the bed, the nighty came right off so it didn't get dirty, or she didn't
rip it, and she showed me where it was hung up in the closet.  So that's
what those little things in the side are for!

   They made these little rubbers, special so I had to go to the clinic. 
But she was on the rag, and "You know what that means." So, I put it away,
but she didn't get dressed.  She got clean, and I watched the baby while
she was in the bathroom.  She was awake, so I played with her, and made her
giggle.  Then She came out in a towel.  Her hair was dry, but I found out
they had one of those hoses you could take down, and wash yourself. 
Sometimes, she likes to tease me, when we can't do it, but I was a little
uncomfortable about it around the baby.

   "Oh, she doesn't mind, I've seen hers, and I should probably check her
diaper anyway." She went to take her from me, but stuck her fingers in the
diaper first, then took her head.  I looked away, watching her rub her,
then set her down to take it off.  "Nope, dry." She rubbed her again, and
spread her open with her fingers.  "Uh," I walked away, to the door, and
looked back.

   She looked up, "What?" Came over, and grabbed me when she started.  "See
what you did you dickless pussy, now she's crying, you happy?"

   "No," I started crying too.

   "Shut up," she smacked me, "Look at her, touch it!" She took my hand,
"See?" she petted the backs of my fingers, "Just like mommies and daddies,
only now we have a baby." To play with, I didn't want to but she made me,
and I didn't know what to do.  "Would you rather have this?" she pushed my
face in it, and pulled my hair, but it tasted so bloody, and I.

   I raped her!  I'm sorry, but I didn't know what to do.  She was holding
me, and I don't know why it was so hard, but she kept spanking me, and
aiming it, and then she started crying, and She was pushing on my butt, and
egging me on.  I didn't get off, though, it went soft and fell out of her.
I did it, but I didn't like it, and I never wanted to do it again.  It's
the worst thing I ever done, and I know you got to arrest me now, but I
deserve it, and I hope they kill me in prison.  They can even rape me if
they want to first, it's all I deserve.

   Her {fb Mole}

   So, I had to stop babysitting.  He said he'd tell!  That conniving
little fucker, he raped her, till she screamed, and oh god that felt good.
I didn't even have to touch myself, and it was like the best one ever! 
Finally grew a spine, and then he says no to Me?  I don't know why the fuck
he came back.  After that, and yeah he missed me, but.  All right, I really
fucked up that time, even if she calmed down and stopped crying before they
got home, even if she forgot, and never told anyone, he knew.

   I couldn't control myself very well yet, but why couldn't he just stick
to the script?  How could he be so stupid?  And that's what made me so mad,
but I swear he got off on it.  He busted a nut in a screamng little girl,
and he liked it, didn't even cry after that.  So, he took a bath, and I
gave her a bottle until she settled down.  But it wasn't supposed to go
like that.  it was supposed to be fun, and loving and romantic, but trust
him to fuck it up.

   I took the towel off, my nipples were so sensitive, ever since they
started growing, and it was almost better then fucking, or fingerbanging,
or jerking him off.  Not as intense, but kind of calm, and peaceful. 
Motherly, I guess.  I wondered about being a mother, but I never wanted it,
so much before in my whole life.  I checked her diaper, and she wet it
while my fingers were still in there, but I just felt her until she fell
asleep.  Then I changed her, and god, he sure took his long ass time in the
shower!

   Huh!  He couldn't get it up for like a week after that, but he got
better at eating me out.  So I didn't have to rub it in his face so hard,
but this was better.  I was already so wet, but i switched fingers, slipped
my wet ones out of the diaper to play with myself.  I got off again, right
away, and put her down to go find my underwear.  Oh, and the rubber, I
swear there was a fresh load in it, he got off on it.

   He lies too, you know?  I have no reason to any more, and I'm proud of
what I've done.  There's just a learning curve to it, and I messed up a
couple times is all.  Then everything got better.

   I guess rubbers aren't 100% effective when they're not so loose, and
keep slipping off.  I hate that, when he left it in me, dickless piece of
shit couldn't even keep it up all the time, much less fuck me any good. 
Gotta love him, though.  I'm sure he said "Sorry," he always did, but then
I got pregnant, and it all went away.

   Well, most of it, I turned 15 before he was born, but I guess it fixed
my raging hormones because I stopped being so, well I didn't have any more
episodes.  I was happier, it felt so right, like I was hurting from not
being pregnant.  I didn't feel alone any more, at all.  I miss him, having
him inside me, thought I knew what love was but I never thought, to
appreciate it until he was gone.  But then he was born, and I could see it,
and we moved down to the garage.  That's why he could never fill the hole
in me.  Why, he'd have to crawl up inside me, I guess.  Hehahah!

   They call it a Mother-in-law, apartment because it has a kitchen.  Not
really, can't really call it a decent one with a hot-plate, and a toaster
oven, but I could cook.  For real, like mommies, and daddys, only I was a
real mommy, and daddy had to go off to work.  He moved in, though, my
family isn't Pentacostal, they go to church, but it's not like casting out
demons, and talking gibberish and shit.  You know, just stories, miracles,
and magic.

   He left, and I hadn't even hurt him for months.  I'd gotten over it, but
by then I only had eyes for junior, do you think I can see him?

   "Even if we accept your stories, and forgive the crimes you're reported
for, you killed a cop."

   "Oh yeah," I remembered, "I don't remember that."

   "How can you forget killing someone?"

   "I don't know, all I remember is you guys breaking in, and coming to in
jail.  I was all bloody, but now yo tell me I killed a cop."

   "A god one, he had a wife and family.  Do you have blackouts often?" I
don't know, I don't remember, but how often is often?  "Well, do you have
gaps in your memory?" I don't remember everything, duh!  "Missing periods
of time, do you hear about things you did, but don't remember?" Like
killing a cop?  Part of me is sorry I missed it, but yeah, the fights at
school.  They say I beat up the boys, "I've seen your records, you had a
lot of reports in middle school.  "Well, it was a confusing time.  I swear,
I'm cured now, totally over it, I don't even want to think about kids any
more.  They kind of scare me.

   "Well, I don't think you're incompetent for trial, but if you pursue a
diminished capacity defense, I'll be availible to testify." Thinks!  So,
what do I got, doc?  What do you think?

   "You're a psychopath, or you suffered a psychotic break, I'll have to
run some tests, and it may take some more interviews to determine whether
it's a temporary insanity, or a chronic disorder, but I've been through
many of these trials.  It's not going to be easy." It never is.

   Nate {OFm...  Cybe and here's where it gets weird...}

   This part always sucks.  Feeling helpless, tiny, can even speak and yet
understand every stupid thing they say.  They notice, sure does feel around
in his diaper a lot.  It's not much, but it's all I got.  And I can't do
anything with it, and these sausage fingers, but I can feel them, it's
hardness with it, and fantasise something to stick it in again.

   I'm a girl, I know that, but boys have certain feelings.  One thing I
could feel for sure is this time I'm a boy!  Huh!  It hasn't really been
that long, but it felt like a whole lifetime, and I got a lot longer to go.
So he slept a lot, and I shut down to make it go quicker.

   They kept me in a cage.  Okay, a crib, a playpen, put up one of those
things over the door-way with the bar clamped to the outside, so I couldn't
push it up with just my fingers poked through.  So, I walked back to the
corner, and put them to good use.  In my diaper, I'm getting bigger
already, so that kind of boy!  Good, I hate waiting.

   They didn't have me cut, I don't care.  Actually at this age it just
gets in the way, but I can get it in my palm, and feel it fill up a little
before it gushes out into the diaper.  "Mama!" I got up, and walked to to
the partition.  Just pulled my wet hand out of my diaper, and showed her.
Cloth ones, I like them so much better then the plastic ones.

   Momma is uncomfortable about how I get it hard for her, when she changes
me.  Don't have to pee no more, but I still got the tingle from squeezing
it out, and I can just feel it.  It slips around, but I manae to pinch it
before she pushes my hand away.  "Stop that, they get in the way."

   "Fuck you," only it came out in a coo.  She held my hands, so I tried to
kick her, but my dick bounced and wobbled with my struggles.  She pinned up
the diapers, and threw the wet one in the toilet to rinse it.  And it's
back to prison, "Huh!" At least while she's doing laundry I can get my
diaper down.  Sit on my hands so I can squirm them under me, and pinch it
between my arms.  Fat stubby little thing, smooth as a baby's pussy, and
soft as a pair of thighs.  Finally I can get off, remembering her holding
my hands, kicking and screaming, the light dry dust of powder, and the
smell.  I like the smell, it just tastes like shit.

   "Natali" {cM Nepi Mole-Rape}

   I got away.  Don't really need to sneak out with My mother crying
herself to sleep, but she still hasn't gotten over it.  The Rape, and all
I'd done since, it hadn't been long enough for her to get past Denial.  So,
I get to do whatever I want, sleeping isn't one of them.

   At night, there's not as many people out, to see me, and try to take me
home.  There's creepers, I hope, someone fun to play with.  Him, much more
likely to be a guy.  Check the usual places, the Park was empty, but the
store.  Couldn't go in this late, but there's a short fence with thin metal
ribbons pulled through the links.  Diagonally, I could sit up on a
cinder-block wall, shadowed by the side of the building, and watch.

   I hate waiting, most of my lives have been wasted on it, but I have
plenty of time.  Boring, though.  Nothing really to do, or think about
except My mother.  The first time I saw her, wandering off drunk.  Away
from her friends, out of the light, her squeels and struggles.  From
behind, the next time I saw her was a reflection, but I played with myself
until something happened.  My fingers in my diapers, trying to play with
myself whenever I was nursing.  The uncomfortable look in her face, when I
could focus on it.  The confusion that stuck on her face, became the way
she looked now when it wasn't twisted, and hurt.

   My lucky night, a man pulled up with teenagers.  Checked out their butts
while they ran in, I mean all of them.  The youngest could have been 13,
but he had nice tight jeans on.  They're in there a while, while he kept
the engine running.  Smoking out the open window, didn't see me in the
rear-view taking his cigarette, and jumping back, giggling.

   "What the?" He twisted around, and looked out the window.  Young face,
some mustache, not much, but far older than his friends.  I don't know the
name for it, but I know his type, "Wh?" I took a drag, and blew it out my
nose.  "What're you," doing out so late?  "How old are you?"

   "Almoth four." I held up 3, and popped out my pointer, waved them.  "And
I couldn't thleep."

   He checked his watch.  I took another drag to let him say anything.  His
type doesn't have one, doesn't know what he likes, and takes what he can
get.  More like a sexual scavenger then a predator, can't get layed
normally, so.  "His pants are crusted with semen from constantly jacking
off, when he can't find a rape victim." ~H.  S.  Thompson {"Know Your
Dope-Fiend"}

   I handed it back, saw him slowly try to think about something to do, or
say, and drawing a blank.  "You wanna take me home?" I skipped around the
other side, the windows was down, they didn't lock it, so I just had to
pull the seatback back, hop in, and pull it shut.  "Quick, before they come
out." I pushed up to look over the dash.

   You can see the cameras, on the monitor over the register, next to the
cigarettes.  I can see what all 4 of them see, and can't.  I never appeared
in either of the outside camera's frames, that night.

   "Where d'you live?" he put it in reverse.  Weird car, like a 2-door
wagon.  Economy compact, hatchback, but the back stuck out to a lift-gate.
Maybe even big enough to Rape him in?

   "With my parents," I twisted back, and sat back down.  "How `bout your
plathe.  You live with your phamly, got any kidth?  A girlfriend?" Of
course not.  I winked, "Want one?" either, or both, my mom isn't cutting
it, but I'd settle for another sleep-over, with molestation.  That was a
nepiophile, this one couldn't believe his luck, either.  I rubbed his leg,
up it while he tried to keep the speed down.  "Don't thpeed," I ran out of
leg, "You don't wanna get pulled ofer like thith." So, I rubbed his lap. 
Damn soft pallate, I hate talking like a child, a little baby, and still
crying.  Wetting myself, in the bed, or the occasional accident is fine. 
Not always an accident.

   And my hands are so tiny it feels huge.  Rolling it up in his pant-leg,
I just rubbed it through his jeans.  "What are you?"

   "Precociouth," I shrugged.  "I'm thure not a virgin." I was born this
way, but it's complicated, and he wouldn't believe it anyway.  I was
getting what I needed, soon enough, just don't pull it out, suck on it yet,
in the streetlights flashing over the windshield, and windows when we drove
past.  But I hate waiting, seems like all I ever do.  At least like this I
could sit-up, pretend I wasn't doing what they saw, but I really didn't
want to sit up, look outside.  I really wanted to get it out, and play with
it.

   "Huh!" I sat back before he wet hiself, looked out.  Saw the City, or
closer to it, going around it on the inner loop.  Clear across it, I stuck
my hand down my skirt.  Felt through my underwear, "We there yet?  You
wanna just pull over?  Thumewhere nobody will thee us."

   "What happened to you?" he asked, but took the exit.

   "You ever been with a child before?" Let's talk about you.  "Boyth, and
girlth?" Give it up, I know, let's get past all that, and into the
Fantasies.  "Uh!"

   "Here," he crossed some railroad tracks, and turned, to drive along
them. I don't know this part of town, never been here before.  He did, knew
the way, didn't even pay much attention until we got to some ties piled up.
On the side, he parked behind it.  I took his hand, "Huh?" Pulled it
between my legs, so he could feel it through my underwear.  "You're a boy?"
He didn't pull his hand back, but started feeling around.  I hardened it,
so he started rubbing it.

   With his fingertips, gently, "Yeah," I grinned up at him, "You molethted
boyth before." I got his jeans open quick, and his briefs pulled down over
the zipper.  "You ever heard of a girl trapped in a boy'th body before?" I
swiped his balls out, bent it up, and didn't wait for an answer.  Foreskin!


   I kissed it, and pulled it back to lick the bare head.  "Mmh!" I kissed
that, and let it slip through my lips, then licked it again.  "Nyeh!" I can
get both hands around it, without my stubby little fingers getting in the
way, so I pumped it, and let the bare tip slip through my lips between
strokes.  The skin pulled back, winking wetly over it, and I giggled.  It
felt so big in my tiny hands, and mouth, but he got so excited I had to
catch the first spurt on my lips.  I sucked the rest, swallowing every drop
when it gushed out.  "Yeah!" I moved his hands, and pinched it to jerk off,
as quick as I could.  In my skirt, and panties, which covered it up, so he
could drive me the rest of the way home.  But it was a start.

   The funny thing is his type hates relationships, can't handle them, and
get triggered trying.  Which is good, I can use that.  I'm getting bored
with My mother, anyway.

   "So, what are you?" His pants fixed, I idyly wondered how much I'd have
to tell him.

   "Huh!" I stalled, but had plenty of time to make something up.  "I was
molested," true, "By my father, he used to tell me thories.  About Daddy'th
Little Whore, and he even had friends over to play with me too.  Tho, I
like secth.  It'h fun, and I'm still tho young it'h about all I can do." I
need to grow more too, "And I'm a girl inthide." Always was.  While true,
it's a bit more complex then most people when they say that.  "I like being
pretty." It's a lot more useful than Power when you're this young.  Nothing
supernatural about it, don't even think that.

   Shitty little RV.  Camper, trailer, at the RV park, but more like a
trailer then a camper.  You can tell by the unmowed grass around the flat
tires it doesn't move, but there's also really mobile campers, closer to
the front of the lot.  Lots of needles, crushed to pulp on the driveway,
and the paths past that.  Way in the back, away from the office, and shaded
from it's light.  Even I didn't see it right away until his headlights
pointed at it.  He pulled up on my side, so nobody even saw me get out. 
Not like there was anyone out, or looking from dark windows, it was that
late.  Almost early, even.

   I got hard again, right inside the door, and pulled my skirt up to show
him.  I pulled it over my tiny shoulders, and my shirt with it to stand
there, in my panties.  I wished I could read his mind, feel what it must be
like, all the confusion in this impossable situation.  He reacted, bending
to touch me, and push me back when he locked the door.  Simple bolt,
screwed to the panel, like a gunbolt to stick in a ring screwed to the
door.

   More like a booth, there's a plate on the floor to bolt in a table, but
without it, more like a sectional without the sections.  Just a big L
shaped cushion, with more up on the backs.  In the corner, next to the
Kitchen, he rubbed my panties with his fingers, and breathed on my hair. 
"Huh!" I pushed him back, "Got a bed in thith place?" Got up, "Take your
clothe off."

   In the back, I had to climb up like a motorhome, but there was a step,
and a kind of zig-zaggy sliding door.  Kept my panties on, hot, and tight.
Rubbed my hard little twig in them, bent over, on my knees with my ass up
in the air.  He didn't even climb up, just bent over, and rubbed his nose
in my crack.  He kissed my nuts, through the double layer of cotton, but
really sniffed, and rubbed his nose around in there.  I didn't ask if he
liked anal, I just fell over, on my side, and took his hand when he tried
to touch me.  "Cummere," I pulled him up, "Lay down," next to me, I felt in
front of him.

   Didn't turn any lights on, but I'd seen it, felt it, the hot gushes in
my mouth, and licked the first one off my lips, so something different. 
Too bad I'm to small too fuck him yet.  God, I hate waiting!  "You bad
boy," I slapped his belly, then his ass when his leg went up defencively.
"You know how thick it is, being turned on by thith?"

   "No," he shrank back, "Wh?"

   "Thut the fuck up!" I slapped his face, "You filthy little perv, who'd
you moleth before me?" I held him, as tight as I could with him struggling
like that, but held on.  Good, to keep him hard, turned on.  "Well?"

   "My brother, and sisters," he started crying, "I don't know why, I was
just curious, and they liked it!  I swear, I didn't hurt them, but then
they grew up, or I did, and..." Maybe he is a pedophile, just a bisexual
one.  I never heard of one, but does that make it impossible?

   "What did you do?"

   "Well," he sniffed, "I was the oldest, so I had to baby sit them.  My
sister first, and I had to change her diapers."

   "And give her baths, and tuck her into bed..."

   "No," he was calmer anyway, "Momma did that." Not mommy, but looked like
he was trancing back.  "For the girls, and daddy tucked us in."

   "I bet!" I laughed, "He molested you too?"

   "Me and my brother," he nodded.  No sure fire way to make a sexual
psychopath, but that's a pretty good one, "And my sisters, all of us when
Momma was gone." Said momma and daddy.  Usually the Mommy that's the kids
whole world, but he took over, and had his own little kiddy orgy!  2nd
generation child molestor, incest, sorry I missed it!  Sure wished I could
read minds, feel it instead of just making him flash back.  Didn't even
have to torture him, but I don't need an excuse.  I like to, just make it
gentler, take My time with him, make it feel less like torture.  To him, I
was just getting warmed up.

   Sex is okay, but This is what I live for!  "Then he kicked you out." I
guessed, competition, got his own little harem, no room to share with
another Man of the house.  "Did you find any more Victimth?"

   He felt me, sticking out of my panties, so shrugged my hip out of it,
and scooted up to slip them down.  My leg, still chubby, smoothe and
sensitive, I felt them tickle, but didn't laugh.  Deadly serious, I could
kill him any time, but that's such a waste.  Of a Victim, it took centuries
to realise that killing them doesn't let them suffer.  That's what it's all
about now, and learning to appreciate it without them ever thinking
themselfs as Victims.  It's his fault, he's doing this, it makes him the
nasty child molestor instead.

   I'm big for my age, I can't help it, I hate waiting, but still not as
much as a grown-up.  Not to much too be suspicious, no 2 year old is up to
more then a couple inches, but I don't ejaculate yet.  I won't, wouldn't
work from him anyway, as if I wanted such a pathetic wretch.  Might as well
fly a sign, [Will do anything for a Victim.] Practicly homeless already,
dropout, can't hold a job, it'd be suspicious if he got his shit together.
I'm to young too live without grownups, at least one to make money, and
sign the rent agreements.  I don't want to live like animals, and there's
no good action out there.

   Here is where it's at, down and dirty, in the gutters, jacking off with
an impulsive sex fiend.  It was hotter in the car, but here he can relax.
It's his home, where he can feel safe, can't be too loud with such thin
walls, and to many neighbors too close.  But I can make him Mine here,
where he doesn't have to hide.  He can't from Me, if I decide to stay. 
Still haven't made up my mind on that yet.

   He passed out!  Twitching in my hands, so I had to push his leg up, and
rub it in.  Not to hairy too, even his nuts had a few, to far apart too
curl together.  Doesn't shave, I'll shave him, so not a pedo.  The other
kind, takes what he can get, only that's mostly kids so far.  Maybe felt-up
his friends passed out, and jerked off.  On them?  I rubbed his cum in his
crack, and drew circles with my fingertip.  Relaxed, loose even!  Slipped
right in, I swear.  I got behind him, and sucked my thumb quick to get him
wet.

   He came to, "Huh?" but I covered his lips.

   "Sh." I fucked him.  From behind with my thumb, but I slipped the little
stick in the backs of his legs.  He didn't get hard again, but I felt over
his hip to play with him anyway.  "You need to shave," I pulled his hair.
The only part of it thick enough to twist up in my fist, his pubes, and
felt a few rip free.  Maybe let him decide, if he's man enough to take it.
All the abuse.  But he's not the relationship type, I'd have to force it on
him, probably take any excuse to back out.  Or, come back for him.  See how
he's doing in a few weeks, a month, year.  Let him report it, "A 4yo girl
raped me.  Well, in my bed, she made me take her home first.  Yeah, I know
how that sounds, but,"

   Laugh in his ear, "You like it?" I let go to slap his hip, and feel him
tense around my thumb.  "Yeah, you sick fuck, you like it." I slipped back
down, to feel him, curl his thick pudge up in my stubby little fingers. 
And curl my thumb, down, back, feel inside him for the soft little pearl.

   "hH!" He caught his breath, and his softoff twitched.  I gripped the
bottom, milked it out, and scooted back on the bed.  Or up, to the
headboard, I slipped out, and pulled his hip to turn him over.  Up on my
knees, to suck it in like a worm, stick my tongue in the skin, and swirl it
around.  Wow, all kinds of flavors!  Piss, and cum, and gland juice, and
the unique sweat of a foreskin what ain't been cleaned propper.  "Mmp!" I
smacked my lips.  "So, you want me to sthey, or you gonna take me home?"

   He didn't want to get up, put some pants, and a shirt on.  I didn't get
off, physically, and his head was still moist with my spit, when I squeezed
it out.  Still hard, I got up on my knees between his legs, so I could move
my hips around, and point right at it.  Kiss it with my foreskin, and pull
his over, fuck it in, and pull my skin back in his.  Head-to-head, I
swirled them around eachother to make him gasp, and hunch.  I didn't cum
yet, physically, but all this mind-fucking was getting better, and better!
I mean, I don't cum cum yet.  I'm not even 3, but he was still sensitive as
a clit.  I had to cover his mouth one handed, but I was dry, and I didn't
want to pull out, climb up to stick it in his mouth.

   But I didn't have an empty bladder.  Hadn't peed in a while, and my
kidneys just kept doing their thing, so I relaxed, pinched the skins to
baloon out toghether, and felt it swell in my double fist.  Then it burst,
splashing my hands, and our crotches, soaking his hairs, so I let it go. 
Held my twitching stick, punching and pulling it with both hands,
frantically making it feel better, and better.  But wishng I could cum, for
real, I'll get right on it.  Mght even make me bigger then him, soon.

   He fell asleep, didn't get hard again, so I played with myself, and him
until it did.  Then I stopped, twisted the covers around it, and got up. 
Not much to tye him up with, but next time he wakes up is time to tell him
who's boss.  He's Mine, just doesn't know it yet.  2 sheets, so I pulled
out the corners of the top one.  "Hm," made his bed?  Weird for his type,
I'd have to ask him about it later.

   I can do relationships, with Victims.  It makes them better, I like to
think.  I just have an unique definition of better.  Silly humans, weak,
ignorant, and easily led.  I actually like it better this way, taking over
from the outside, instead of hacking in.  It takes longer, but I have
nothing but time.  Plenty to spend with him, my victim.  Went soft anyway,
just 2 cums in, and he's so quick to get off.  Early 20s?  Where's his
wallet?  "Huh!"

   Not much light comes in, I have to pull the curtain out of the way, but
that's why he lives back here, in the shadows.  No need to protect him,
"Timothy," no, "Timmy!" I grinned.  What does he have in the kitchen, for
knives?

   I took him at knifepoint, up my ass, but on top, holding him down with
his arms up, tied to the corner of the sheet under him.  He couldn't touch
me, but kept it up, moaned when I dragged it out of me, to the tip, skin
bunched around it, and my knees gave out.  He plunged back into me, over,
and over until he couldn't hold it in.  I did, even as it went soft, and
tried to crawl back down, but I sat on his nuts, and held him, and talked
to him.

   .

   .

   I got bored with him.  Took a couple years, had to run away together as
soon as he got a truck that could tow the 5th-wheel, buy it, and fix it up,
and that was nice.  But he was just so creepy, everyone saw it, and even
dressed up like a boy it made everyone uncomfortable when they saw us
together.  Couldn't hide it, but at least he was the mobile child-molestor,
so there weren't any communities he was in long enough to make them
suspicious.  I didn't go after him again, told him to stay out of jail. 
Impulse control, that was his problem.  And he really wanted a girl, so I
got him one, before I ran away.

   My mother didn't even get a note.  Killed herself, read about it in the
paper while we're still local.  Now about 5, but without people paying
attention, I could eat a lot and grow.  Timmy asked about it, couldn't help
but notice how a supposed 4 year-old was hung like a 13 year-old, bigger'n
Tiny Tim, even started shooting clear.  Thought about settling for him,
instead of starting over, but by then people believed me when I said I was
"8."

   Kept my baby teeth.  Switching them out is such a pain, and I don't want
to get to Molars.  I'd really rather be a girl, if I have a choice, but
flip a coin.  And roll the dice for some better grownups, this boy was
almost useless.  Managed to hold a job, once.  Robbed them blind until they
caught on, but made his escape, with no mention of an accomplice.  Nobody
knew about me to even suspect the little kid.  But that's not enough power,
not the kind I crave, and can't wait for.

   For that, I really need to be a Girl.

   "Natali" {cG RapePreg Poss.}

   "How do you spell that?"

   "With an I." Pronounce it kind of funny, it's Greek for the Born, if I
got that right.  Not my name, but I like it.

   "Gwen," ginger!  Tall, and skinny, freckled, and pretty.

   "I'm nine," I lied, obviously.

   "Eleven, you just move here?"

   "I don't know anywhere to play." Other than the local playground, and
yes I was right off the bus.  "Where do you go?" And why aren't you
surrounded by friends?  I know you're popular, and don't you know it's
dangerous playing out alone when you look like that?

   "What?" I looked back up.

   "I like your dress," I pulled it out, let the fabric slip through my
fingers.  "Is it silk?" Turned out to be nylon micro-fiber.

   "Iano?" she shrugged, and wandered off, "It's a pretty boring
neighborhood." I would have just followed her, had to have her by then, if
she hadn't invited me along.

   "Uh," I acted ashamed when she looked down "Do you have any pads, or
tampons?"

   I could smell it on her, as easy as seeing the red hilites sparkle in
the sun.  "Yeah," she dug one out of her purse.  "I started when I was 10,"
she shrugged, "So..." She handed me a folded one in a pink wrapper.  The
smallest size, not that I needed it, but that answered my question.  She
was fertile, little bumps starting to show in the front when her dress
swept back with her leg.  Didn't talk about it, though she knew we needed
someplace private to put it in.  Just my underwear, which is already full.
I had to focus not to make them tighter.  I grew too much, it was getting
hard to hide, impossible without self control.

   But she's beautiful, perfect.  If I can see it, any other predator
around can, but people are gone.  She knows the neighborhood.  A place to
get out of sight, she turned around, so I dropped the napkin, pulled up my
skirt, and my panties down.  I pissed, and hardened it, waiting for her to
turn around.  Look up, the stream that bowed over from it pointing up, and
out, straight at her.  I let the stream cut-off, and relaxed my bladder,
having to force it out once it was hard.  Most boys can't even do that.

   She could have screamed, tried to run, I was already planning to rape
her.  But instead, she giggled, "You're a boy!?" and dropped her hands. 
From her smile, in front of her, looking up at my face, she laughed again,
"I'm sorry, but that was funny."

   "It's okay," I stepped towards her, still holding up my skirt, "You like
boys?" She didn't back away, or run.  Make me chase her.

   "I don't know," she reached up for my hand, but felt down my arm. 
"You," she looked down, felt down, "You're a pretty big boy!" She squeezed
it.  More than a handful, not much more, but she tried two hands.

   "I never had sex, with a girl, before." Yeah, not all lies, or any of
them, just not much of the Truth.

   "You had sex?"

   I nodded, thought about it this time.  "Always, my mom and dad loved me.
Showed me videos from when I was a baby.  On my momma's titty, playing with
me, and having sex.  They had me for sex, didn't have no more kids."

   "I never had sex."

   "You seen boys naked before?" Noticed I was over-grown.  My voice was
starting to crack, so I knew I couldn't be pretty much longer.

   "My brothers, we didn't," she let go, "Molest eachother, or anything.  I
never seen one hard before." She touched me, and started pulling on it some
more.  Giggled, again.

   "You like it?"

   "It's weird, but," She nodded, "With the skirt, and.  I never like,
Liked anyone before, but you're so, different?"

   "You have no idea," but I started getting her dress up.  Summer, modest
but left her shoulders, and arms bare.

   "Huh!" She shivered, but took it from my hands, and pulled it up over
her.  Skinny little thing, yeah I'm littler, but I'm thinking about the men
she's going to be with, and hopefully her daughter.  Overgrown nipples, on
a child's body, or barely more than a girl.  Not even much grown under
them, to hide her ribs.  Might need a little muscle.  Soft hands, not rough
at all.  Gentle, never handled anything harder then a pencil.

   A few hairs, I felt them slipping my fingertips under the cotton.  Nice
swell of soft smooth flesh up front I could see through the front of her
panties, feel over, and cup, with her thin lips in my fingers.  She crossed
her legs, closing the gap with her thighs, and softly crushing my fingers.

   "Oh!" She moaned a little, and was getting hot.  I just rubbed my palm
around on the front, remembring how that felt, under the covers trying to
touch me like He did, or in the shower.

   Then I shook it out of my head.  She got so red!  I mean her lips,
freckles, and nipples are pink on her pale flesh.  Until it got dark with
her blood, and her panties got downright hot inside.  Her lips felt plumper
too, and she had her legs open again, so I tightened my middle finger, and
wiggled it in between them.

   Right past the clit, didn't feel anything anyway, but deep on the bottom
until I could feel the end, where her lips came back together.  Dry,
clammy, and even a little loose, her skin clung to my fingertip, but I
curled it deeper, until I felt it.  "Huh!" My fingertip got damper, but
rubbing it around, I felt grittiness, and smelled a metallic tang of blood.

   "Uh!" I twitched, and a couple clear drops leaked out on her knuckles.
"Huh?" I can cum with a thought, so when it surprises me, it's so much more
intense.  Especially back here, with a beautiful young girl, in drag I
didn't have to rape.  Must be my lucky day, I wish they came at least once
in a lifetime.  But now I could start, I was ready, I found the one I want.

   Gwenevere (f Mono)

   I ran away.  I don't know why, but all i could think was "Run away,"
repeating in my head like a bad song, until i did.  Well, we did first,
before i started showing, but then i realized that he was abusing me.  Not
her, she's really a man, in a boys body, dressed up as a little girl. 
That's why i didn't see it right away, i just don't know why i felt that
way.

   When i saw it, the first time, he pissed in front of me, and he's always
hard.  I don't know how it doesn't push his skirt up, maybe he just holds
it down like a tail, in underwear?  I feel so insane, it's crazy, how can i
even believe it?  And i loved it, so what does that say is wrong with me? I
mean yeah, I always felt different, but everyone wanted to be my friend so
I could learn to act normal, even when it made no sense at all, much less
common.  That doesn't make sense, it's uncommon.

   But there was nothing sexual about it.  I knew about sex, even clued in
to what it ment when men looked at me like that, but i didn't like it.  And
you know what?  I think he looked at me like that before i saw him pee.  I
liked it, when i thought he was a girl, so maybe i'm gay?

   I'm not a child molestor.  He molested me, tricked me, lied to me, and
raped me over and over before i knew that's what he was doing.  It hurt,
the first time he broke me to let it all out, then when my last period was
over, and i got so horny i begged him to fuck me.  He made me beg, didn't
tell me to, but just made me suck and jerk him off, and felt me up until I
insisted I was big enough.  Bigger'n him, always, but i don't think, i
don't know how such a little boy could have such a big thing.  And hide it,
but it seemed to get bigger every time so I never stretched out enough not
to hurt.

   And i told myself i like the pain, or he asked me?  Yeah, "You like it?"
I guess he asked me until i said yes.  I know that's wrong, needing to
pinch, and scratch, and bite myself just get off.  Play with myself, i
don't know if i can ever have sex again.  With anyone else, it's just too
painful, and frightening.

   Then there's the bigger problems that i'm twelve, and i think i'm
pregnent.  I used to be baby-fat, then i started growing up and got all
skinny.  Now i'm gaining weight up front, and my boobs are getting big. 
Which makes men look at me, just a chubby little kid, starting to grow up,
not digging in the garbage over here.  I decided the secret of being
homeless is not looking or acting like it so people notice, and call the
cops.  Just a kid, walking around.

   Unless they're looking for a Victim.

   Yeah, so hitchhiking won't work, but i don't want to be in the same city
again, and see him.  If he sees me, he can catch me, take me, and make me
have his baby, but it's warmer at night, and i'm more comfortable with some
fat to lay on.  I still get nitemares, but i remember it as Him.  Or Her?
She feels female.

   Or feMale!  Evil, sometimes I get that creepy feeling up my back, like
she's crawling up it to dig through my brain, and dance me around like a
puppet on strings.

   {AllRight, IgetBoredLurkingAnyway.}

   }What?{ knew I was going crasy!  }Hello?{

   She laughed.  I felt her, that she was a she, and my arms went numb. 
Then I felt them, on my belly, feeling around under it, touching me.  I
mean she touched me, like he did, rubbing the pudge up front until I could
feel the stubble dig into my underwear.

   {Not him, me.  Yeah, that was totally a male body, but he never was a
person until I left him.}

   }Who are you?{

   {Pick a name, I don't fucking care.  I've had so many I'm honestly sick
of making them up.}

   }What are you?{ She felt evil.  Not cold, or hot, or any other
temperature I could think of, but I wanted to shiver even as I felt my hair
burn off.

   {Complicated, you seem to have this whole talking to a voice in your
head thing down, so why do you think you're crazy?}

   }My gramma, she was schizophrenic, and my mom's pretty crazy too.  And I
heard voices before, or a voice, sometimes it sounds different.{

   {You remember, good.  What did it say?}

   }Just "Gwen,"{ or sometimes my whole name, long, and slow, monotone
}But, I think it's like my friend calling me, but when I turn around
nobody's there, or I never saw anybody.  I smell things too, weird stuff,
like onions, or burnt hair, then it's gone.  Sometimes it's out, where
there's nothing like that to smell, or I can't find it.{

   {Well I guess it saves time gaslighting you.} ?  {Making you think
you're crazy so you don't trust your senses, or memory, I have to mindhack
saner people.}

   }And you're not very good at it?{ I could feel it, or her doubt flash
across my heart.

   {Hey!} covered by anger, {Don't forget who's possessing whom here.}

   }Sorry, but I thought demons were just stories, or something.{

   {You went to church?}

   I remembered for her, }Yeah, but I didn't believe in any of it, not for
years.{

   {Why not?}

   }Because it's bullshit, it doesn't even make any kind of sense, this God
guy can't make His mind up about anything, and praying doesn't seem to do
anything.  I tried it, didn't work, I'm not Joan of Arc.{

   {Hystery?} she laughed.  So smug, I could feel it.

   }What?{

   {She wasn't schizophrenic, I'll tell you that.} !  {I know, you like
her. The whole heroine thing, but I'll also tell you no, there's no God.}

   }But there's demons.{

   {Sort of, I can just give you the memories once I pull out of junior
down here,} that feels, disgusting.  Her, inside me, well big Her, and
little her.  Tiny, floating in the still tight sack, full of water, and
Her. {It's a little cramped in here.  The short explination is I'm like an
eccho from a parallel timeline of a serial killer.  I called myself Amanda
Hunt, among other things, then I got captured, forced into this government
project,}WellTheyGaveMeA"Choice"{and I got copied by this cybernetic demon,
thing.  It's not a demon, but it might as well be, it calls His self that.}

   All these memories flashed in my head, faces I'd never seen, but looked
familiar, a mirror, with a petite blonde, with a knife.  No, Blond.  Who
spells it with an e, anyway?

   {Works either way, more common in the original timeline.} And a long
scar, right down the middle, stroking down it with the flat of the blade.
Like a stretch-mark, from the bottom of her ribs to the top of the little
pubeless puff.  But she had breast-buds.  Small, perky with enormus nipples
that pinched them to cones.

   }But how do I even know how you spell it?{ And a clit, exposed with out
any skin covering it.  Pinching out a little, left in her nails, and
cutting it to rub herself slick with the blood;

   {INS, it has something to do with the way nano accesses the brain
through the Language center, the nerve bridge between the hemispheres is
right there, and we can use the same symbol-set.  I'm almost Parallel with
your brain, now.} I could feel it, buzzing between my nerves, or them.

   How can I see this?  My nerves, all of them at once, but somehow zoomed
in to the network of glitter between them.  {It's magnetic, that's how they
sense eachother, and communicate in parallel to your nerves.  That's me.}
Now 1, rotating with nothing around it but blackground, and glowing with
its own magnetic {High frequency Micro-wave) light.  It can see it'self.

   {It just takes a while for Jr.  to develop enough of a brain, establish
the connection} rushing through the belly-button, and tube of blood vessels
{Yeah, Umbilicus to the Placenta.  Then I have to travel through the
bloodstream until they hit a nerve, but they're attracted to
neuro-transmitters.} I can smell them?  That's what it feels like.  {They
can survive in any body fluid, designed to, but they only really work in
nervous tissue.  That's where I can sense your thoughts, and talk directly
to your mind.}

   }Why does your voice feel different?{ It's not a voice, it's someone
else's thought in my head.

   {That's It.  BASIATIS, or remembering when It showed me all that stuff.}


   A serial Killer's.

   {Yeabut I was a good serial killer.  No really!  I only killed rapists,
while they're raping me.  So, even the courts said it was Self Defense.  I
went to jail, you always do when you kill somebody and get caught, but I
was never convicted, until the last time, when they connected all the
crimes.} A face, again.  oriental, but not pale, standing over her,
parylized in a hospital bed, but feeling everything..  The pain, his hands,
molesting her.

   }Him?{

   {One of them, he.  Huh!} I sighed?  Or she sighed my body, {Yeah.  He's
complicated, never understood him that well, haven't thought about him in
generations.  I think he ran the project, but his title was Medical
Consultant, or something.} Director floated through my head, from a
door-plaque.  {He was in charge of making Cyberserkers.}

   }Who's he?{ Black guy, with a sword, slashing, and stabbing, then gone.

   {Another one, he kicked my ass.} Her back smashing to the floor,
standing on her, splitting ribs right up the middle.  Looking down,
polished wooden stick pointing out the top of his pistol belt, but just
stuck through it.  {"Don't move." I didn't even breathe.} So this is
mindhacking.

   {Okay, so you triggered some flashbacks, so how bout you don't make me
shut you down, and take over your life until I'm born, cause I can do that
now.  Another nice thing about neuro-nano is it thinks faster then you,
almost the speed of light.  So, you don't have to think, if I don't let
you. I can stop all the signals between all the nerves so you don't have a
mind any more.}

   Didn't have to show me, I know, I can feel it.  {And if I shewed you,
you wouldn't know it.} ?  {Lovecraft, I think.  I never really read it,
Basiatis used to say that.} What is Basiatis?  {The original, that copied
me.  First his mind, then he took over, and I guess the Worm wrote itself
on my Nano.  He took it too, but with a copy of me, that's what the Worm
does.  It copies your personality, and uses whatever memory is left over to
remember stuff.}

   }Or he just copied me?{ Or you, I mean you, that was weird.

   {Yeah, in answer to your question, it felt surprise, when it figured it
out.  Then it shut me down and got busy partitioning me in my neuro-nano so
I'd stop fucking with him.  Its's even faster.} Closer to the speed of
light.  {Then he'd use it, when he needed to, I guess it's nice having 2
sets of Nano to go take other bodies while mine runned his personality, or
he wanted to switch bodies with sex instead of strangling them.} ?  {Yeah,
he likes to strangle, so not much.  I think it was because the body was
still too weak to strangle, or to strangle a stronger body.  It's hard.}

   }You like knives.{ I realized.

   {I love blood, and fear, and pain.} She remembered, filling my head with
flashes of men inside her, the grip in her hand, punching through the
flesh, and the hot gush on her fist.  Pulling out, and thrusting back in,
over, and over, {Fucking them to death.  They're also handy, they're tools
you know, but yeah.  I love cutting and stabbing people.} It's erotic,
{Like I said, better then sex, Rape, or violence makes sex better.  I never
even really liked sex, you know?}

   I can feel it, compared to personal experience.  {Oh yeah, I put you
through something likeat.  It's not all bad, though.  We still got a few
months together, so I can make you older.  It's already started, pregnancy
ads to your development this young, and it's a genopathic pregnancy.} ? 
{Congenital Sociopaths, that's what they called it, will have called it in
my original future?  Huh!  If this was that first timeline, it wouldn't
have happened yet.}

   }Like his;{

   {Yeah, that wasn't a little boy cock.  And you're a virgin, so you
figured it out, congratulations.  I kept growing it so you never got to
loose.}

   }You raped me!{ I couldn't cry, she didn't let me.  Opened my eyes, I'm
still at camp, lying paralyzed, the tarp pulled over me.  And flapping a
little, warped by a gust.

   {But that's enough of the pasts, so let's go do something.} I did feel
stronger.  {Bigger too,} she slapped the sides of my gut.  {I need to start
with some muscle, but lets see what we can do with what you got.} I half
expected her to rape me, again.  {You just diddled off!  WhereTheFuck are
we?} Have to pack up camp first, or someone might find it.  {And steal a
bike,} on the hike back into the town.  Or out by the loop, where there's a
gas-station, and a bus-stop.

   {Let me shew you how to make some money.} Busy, rush hour, a bunch of
people on their way to work, {This guy.} She looked away when he leered,
and raised an eyebrow.  Turned around, and backed up, then she started
rubbing on him, and let him feel me up while she felt back around his hip.
{Probably broke, though.} Right there on the bus, not really looking at
anyone, I don't know what he looked like, but his big thing in my butt. 
Not all the way up in, we still had all our clothes on, but in between,
rubbing hard, and groping my through my clothes.

   No bra on.  I ran away before I needed them, and now you know they put
those security tags on bras now?  {People steal them a lot, guys even.} But
they don't put them on panties?  "Uh!" Behind us, his hand relaxed on my
tit, and he slipped his other one back around my tummy.  Oh, and she tucked
his wallet back in his pocket, held it in my hands in front of us, walking
to the front of the bus.  Somebody already pulled it, and we had to go out
the back door, in the middle.  {$28 bux!?} She shook my head, {Well let's
go get some breakfast, and coffee.} The bag just slapped my back, I did
feel stronger!

   {You don't feel your muscles, but yeah.  I can get more out of them,
like 3 times more strength, or a lot faster.  You got mostly fast muscle
under all the fat.  We're not fat, sweety, you just ain't so skinny no
more, and that's better.  I can hide a lot more muscle under it, but I need
more meat.  {"Steak and eggs,"} she handed the menu back to the lady, {"And
a pot of coffee."} Threw the bag in the other side of the booth.

   "Welcome to Denny's, I'm;"

   "Get me a pot of coffee, and ring up the steak and eggs.  Ribeye, not
fried, medium rare, and the worchestershire sauce.  Then, don't bother me,
it's like an easy $5.00 tip."

   "Okay," she flipped the notebook shut.

   "Over-medium eggs, three of `em." She called after her.  Is that even
healthy?  {I need Protein, meat is muscle.  You want to get stronger?} What
about cholesterol?  {You're 12!  Anyway, I need that to make steroids.} !?
{Progesterone, Testosterone, they're all made from Cholesterol, somehow. 
I'm not a biochemist, but you need this shit to grow.  If I can max it out,
you'll look like you're like 20 in a couple years, but you can't make
something from nothing.} Okay!  But steroids?

   {We're eating for 2 here, but yeah.  The Genopath growth is from the
Cyberserker project, only it was Genevive.} The strawberry blonde.

   }you,{ weird feeling }Love her?{

   {She's like my aunt, but in our family she's probably my cousin, sister,
and grandmother to,} Too.  {Whatever, I never understood it, but yeah.}
It's not even sexual, {Or violent, she's gone now, I hope It can reproduce
Her, but I doubt it.}

   }Reproduce?{

   {Remake her, like me only he never got a copy of Her.  They kept us
apart, there's a big slab of quartz between the prison, and the labs, but I
don't know if that's a cave, or a mine in this timeline.  No Atrocity Wars
to build it for.}

   }What do you mean?{

   {My son, last time, is Dr.  Gerber, or he will be.  Sorry, the life
before last, that's why he got rid of me.  The Neuronano was stripped down
to the original programming, everything it recorded in life, before it
switched to me, and I killed Gerber.  It never told me, but I was there, It
left me behind when it was born, but I think it's trying to close the
loop.} ?  {The time-loop, it took me back in time,} millions of years
flashed by, out to a galaxy, and back.  {Right, but backwards, and sped up
by the speed of light.  Huh!  I'm not a physicists, neither, but we went
into the middle of the galaxy, hit a black hole, and came out so fast we
got to Andromeda before we left.  That one has a black hole big enough to
flip a bitch, and come back.  Somehow all that speeding up, and slowing
down sent us back in time, like twohundredthousand years.}

   }Oh.{

   {Yeah, I don't understand it either.} She poured another cup of coffee.
She left all $28 on the table, tucked it under the coffee cup.  Didn't
offer her hand.  {Let's go downtown, where there's more money.}

   "Thanks, uh."

   {"Genevive,"} I felt so full!

   First, we stole a bra.  From Walmart, it was like putting on a
magic-show for the cameras, and she had to {Run Interference.} She just
stuck her hand in my pocket, around the tag, and I could feel it, the
neuro-nano, {It's a magnetic field, the bars create it, and sense any
changes, like a electromagnetic circuit moving through it.} As long as the
field went back to the same coming out the other side, but I could feel
them swirling around, bending in, and back out around it as we walked
between the towers.

   My whole body, or my head, and down my spine, tendrils out my arms and
fingers spreading like arteries to the surface of my skin, and my
fingerprints against the fine satiny weave of the fabric.  {Stop that, I
need to concentrate.} Or, whatever the opposite is, my eyes went out,
instead of cross-eyed, I could see the whole parking lot, and everything
that moved.  I wanted to blink, and shake my head until I could see
straight.

   "Got another cigarette?" She popped my foot up, on the toe behind the
other, and pushed out my hip.  "Thenks!  Gotta light?"

   "Want me to smoke it for you too?" {Yeah, young enough for you?}

   "Hey, I'm homeless, at least I didn't ask you for spare change." Looked
like a worker.

   "Well," he put his hand up on the side of the van, "You don't look
homeless."

   "Well, I'm moving," know where he got that from now, "Just haven't found
a place yet."

   "How old are you?"

   "Fifteen?" Wow, now that is a lie!  {I'm short!  And I was a late
bloomer, now shaddap and let me work.}

   And then I went away.

   "Genny," {MG Pros/BM}

   He got in, held up his finger, "Yeah?" and held his phone up to his
head. "I got a flat tire, but I'll be back before Lunch." Hit the door
lock. "Idaknow," he held it in front of his face, "Half hour, fourty five?"
[End] I got in.

   "You a plumber, or something?"

   "Pipe-fitter," he clamped it to the dash, "But I got a place maybe you
can stay.  Tonight, it's got a bed, and a bath-tub, how long you been on
the streets?"

   "Couple months." Shrug.

   "You run away?"

   "Yeah," stimulate the tear ducts, "My daddy." No need to go on, and
there's a gap in traffic.  Bye bye Walmart, and hello red-light!  If it
weren't for that car, he could've run it.

   Try not to think about the Job-site, in Florida, that one time I got
caught.  A lot of pipe, and tools back there.  "You got something that can
take this off?" I showed him the bra-tag.  Pain in the back.

   "Maybe some tin-snips in back, in the toolbox under the lathe." I'm not
a machinist, neither.

   "Uh," must be the blue one, or rust red with flakes of blue paint, but
the only toolbox, so, in the bottom.  Under the tray, these look like
snips, and a ball-peen.  "Ah!" Pull the snipped stud out of the panel of
fabric between the side-straps, and drop the pieces.  "Mind if I put it on
back here?"

   "Not at all," he adjusts his mirror.

   Bent over, pulling my shirt over my head, and rocking my hips back. 
Pulling my chest up toward him so that's all that hung down, and looked
back up.  "Eyes on the road," duh!  "Man!"

   Drop them in the cups, and reach back until my fingertips touch to hook
all 3 loops.  Pick up my shirt, and slip it on.  Don't trip over the
tool-box tray, or the ball-peen.  Kick the box stuck in the bolted down
legs of the lathe so the lid flips back down.  He just dropped me off, gave
me the keys, and said he'd be back later.  I bet he would, might as well
let the girl back out, no sense retarding my though speed shutting down her
every sense.

   "Genevive" {C/G Poss Preg;}

   }So why do you call me her?{ I remembered the redhead, looking down
through the glass with a lab-coat, and a tablet.

   {Keybook, the keyboard's on the side, or folded back.  Slightly
divergent technology.}

   I remembered everything I missed, all of a sudden, in a few minutes,
blinked.  Not paralyzed, I picked up my hands, looked at them.  Felt my
first bra, then I felt it with my hands.  "Uh?"

   {I'm gonna take a break, and lurk a while, why don't you go out, and
look around, or something?}

   Where are we?  The memory skipped ahead to him giving me the keys,
"Don't make a mess." God, lying is like, just talking to her.  It's like
she doesn't even know she's doing it, or I can't feel it.  Knowing it's a
flat out lie, and just not caring, I guess.

   Bath-tub, he said.  "Uh!" I felt nasty, wished I could wash her out of
me, but it was nice to just float in the water.  I felt full, puffy, but
just let the heat soak into me, and felt it like I never did before.  I
know I'm more sensitive, but the nano feels cold.  {Thermoelectic, or
whatever.  You actually make a lot of waste energy, most of it comes out
heat, that's what it's powered by.  So, it feels cold, I guess.}

   "Huh!" I sank lower in the water.  {What're you;?}

   I never felt fat melt, but my arms and legs especially felt hot, and
swollen.  The skin actually stretched tighter over them.  {It's great
having young skin.} I'm getting heavier?  {Denser, maybe?} Yeah,
Archemedes. {Who?} I remembered, {Eureka!} It laughed.  And let me shiver,
in the hot bath-water.  {So anyway, you can't get heavier, but I can make
muscle out of meat, and fat.  Or your body does it, I just know how to
crank the dial-up.} Like 5,000%?  {I don't know, you any good at math?  I
suck at it.}

   }Actually, I made excellent grades before you kidnapped, and raped me.{

   {Sorry, sweetheart, it's what I do.  So anyway, let me make it up to
you,} she closed my eyes, and somehow looked down.  At me, floating in the
water, then that went away.  I don't know where the light came from, it was
just me, naked.  {So, let's see what we can do here.} The reflection smiled
back at me.  {You like tits?} she felt them, {Cause guys dig tits, and
these're cummin along, but you know I can do a lot more.}

   I looked strong, I could feel muscle tighten in my arms, my hands
squeezing my boobs.  How much muscle can you hide?  She melted away the
fat. I mean I could feel it, and now I could see every muscle in my body,
and feel it.  {I'm extended into them} out of my spine, and the branching
limbs, my biceps flex, and shrink?  {Tighter, fast-twitch/er.} Uh?  It
looked like a leg, stretched out in heels, but the calf?  Wow.  {You're
beautiful, but nobody's perfect.  Let's see how close you can get.}

   I just got up, and went to the bed, towel wrapped around my hair, but
she knew every inch of me.  No mirror on the ceiling, I could see myself
changing, right before my eyes.  {Most people freak-out when you do this.}

   I can feel Her arousing me, }No, you're getting turned on.{?}I hate
this,{ she felt weird?  }Uh!  Your goddamn right it feels weird!{ Well I
like it.  I like feeling inside, but my fingers, with the walls of my
vagina.} Hate that fucking word, {Can you just let me get off?}

   }Here.{ I felt that too, every nerve, cascading back to the tight
spasming knot of muscle, and cascading up to swirl around her.  Her,
giggling inside me, jiggling, and I think I passed out, but I could feel
her.  The fluid swirling around her tiny body, in and out of her lungs,
laughing silently inside me.

   You made me;

   }I got off, I can do it at will, but it's kinda meh.{ I felt the
meaning, or lack of one, }So, I hold off for the mind-fuck, that makes it
awsum.{

   It's because I'm schizophrenic {?}

   I laughed, }I think Gerber was, too.  Or is, whatever.{ and that makes
it work better?  }Well, you said it's a WORM, right?  Well, if the original
guy that originally copied onto it is schizophrenic, and he invented it for
himself, he designed it for schizo-phrenics.{ Which is why you can hack it?
Rub my eyes.

   }Here,{ my muscles move my hands down to my chest without consulting my
nerves.  }I can put all the extra fat up here,{ and my tummy feels so
tight. No fat, not a cell of it, a little giggle from the still tiny sack
of fluid, and parasite.  }Tucked it in as best I could, you have horrible
posture, you know that?  If you keep your chest up, and your hips back,
nobody should notice for a couple more months.{ Then a few more months
before she's gone, and out of my life.  }Well, I can't just pack it all up,
and hit the road, I'm like a baby.  I'll stick around a couple years, but
I'll be out of your body.{

   {Why don't I just kill you then?} When you're weak, and tiny?

   }You can't.  Seriously, you don't have it in you, naturally, and you
literally won't be able to do it.  At least until I can talk, I ain't
duking it out with the stray dogs as a toddler again.{ She didn't remember
for me.  Well, I'm no psychiatrist either, but I know schizophrenia.  Lived
with it for years.

   }I've got Generations on that.  Most of my memory was with Basiatis,
who's schizophrenic, you tell me.{

   Liggett {CG Poss...  MG Preg Cons.}

   He said he'd come back.  Young, clean-cut, not even a mustache, button
up shirt.  Regular guy, thirties ish, like I care about it.  She didn't
want to go out, so we just sat around in towels all day, and played with
the bodies.  I showed her mine, still basically female, but I can smell the
testosterone in him.  Used some for body building, no weights, just
muscles, and raw materials.  Still not much muscle to work with.

   I let her have him, watched, but she never had sex yet.  Realized I'd
been raping her, with my father's body, and it's not like she has a choice.
}Don't make him rape you.{ He didn't.  Felt her up first.  "Your pregnent."
her belly as soon as I got the towel off.  I didn't kick him, not really
enough legs for that yet, but "Yeah, a{FewMonths.}" Along, in only a
couple, but with accellerated growth.  Yup, he's a Genopath all right,
maybe this time I can keep him from taking me with him, and hope for a girl
next time.

   He liked it, and kissed it before moving up to her tit.  Boring,
straight sex, and I've had more than enough of my nipples sucked for a
bunch of lifetimes.  She liked it, and I could feel the novelty for her. 
It didn't hurt, he was so gentle, rubbing her thigh, but I'd gotten jaded
to secondhand novelty by now too.  I need to think anyway, so I withdrew to
the womb, until he started trying to come in.

   It would be nice if I could just crawl into him.  Pregnent wife to get
home to, probably why he liked it, reminds him of when he used to live
here, with her, or some subconscious nonsense.  I know the subconscious, I
live here, sometimes it's better'n empathy.  These sad mortals, and their
shitty lives, but he's got money, got that.  Too bad he can't take his
pregnant technically pre-teen mistress home with him, but he still can't
sell this place off in this market without losing money on the renovation.

   Huh!  It doesn't even feel like, a boy yet.  Got all the ducts, still
time to decide which ones grow, or shrink, I just wished I knew how to
control that.  I can sense them, had to figure that out first, but this
biotech is hard, I never knew how Gene' could to it.  Ooh, there he is,
didn't take that long to start fucking her.  I can feel the amnionic
pulses, the fluid swirl, and backwash with me dissolved in it, and the
cervex it was coming from.  Don't want to lose any, precious neuronano,
they ain't making any more of it, yet.

   But this compressed, the timescale is immense, her pulse is a drumbeat
slower than the rythm of fucking, so it just washes back, and forth, and I
can smell the plastic tang of rubber.  A rubber, don't ask me what they
make them out of, but he stopped to pick some up on the way back, I guess.
Knew he was getting laid, or willing to bet, I would've blowed him in the
parking lot to get in his pants.  Probably plastic, the type to charge
anyway, and no way to get in to look up his PIN number.

   So, no gushes of genetic stuff, no way to pick up the dice, and throw
them back in the cup.  {Well maybe.} What!?  {Hang on, it's not like I have
to do anything, and I feel you on getting bored with it.} Still pecking
away, on top of her, showing no signs of getting off soon.  {"uh, Uh!  I
never been with a real man before!"} Only slow, distant, out side of me.

   What're you doing?

   {You showed me, remember?  How you rush through the placenta to get in
my bloodstream and back to my nerves?  Well fuck you, stay there, and I
produce the hormones now too!} Why you.  {Little zygote?  Don't forget
who's yo mama!  You like feeling trapped?  Well me neither, so try some
sympathy if you got no empathy.  Get to work on your new body, the sooner
you're done with it, the sooner you get the fuck out of me, where I can put
you up for adoption.}

   Then she left me.  I have no idea how she even thought at me without the
unbilical layer.  But can she hear my thoughts?  Just the surface thoughts,
mind you, but would you tell me?  If you're listening?

   Genevive

   Glad that's over, I left the adoption agency, but I know she scowled at
me.  No need to swear to it, no infant ever looked meaner.  If she could
kill me, she would have, they assured me they'd find her a good home, but I
found Professor Gerber.

   Turns out there was a back-door.  Or whatever, I should really take some
programming.  What I should do is go back home, tell everyone I'm all
right, but the shame of it.  I could never tell anyone what happened to me,
but then they'd know I'm crazy.  Maternal Psychosis, what with the trauma
of getting raped, and the family hystery, she snapped, had a psychotic
break.  Probably thousands of schizophrenic kids on the streets.

   So, I went to the library.  Don't want to hang around any schools in
case She gets out, but I learned what I can in Reference, and on the
Internet.  Sometimes, they change shifts, and ignore me on the Sign-in
sheets, so I can get another hour.  They ask about me, all the time, but I
don't want to talk about it.  I needed to think, about hormones, pre-natal
development stages, smell the hormones in me, and feel the monster inside
of me.

   But I can control my hormones, even without nano.  I know where there's
going to be neuronano, "Invented." I just have to get to him first, and now
she's still in diapers.  I didn't even give her a name, let her come up
with one herself.  And now I've grown enough to pass for a college student,
and you wouldn't know I was ever pregnent, to look at me.
   ;