Getting to work

Brian, Adam, and Charles get naked pretty quickly… and I figure out why Adam was looking bigger down below: He nabbed himself a Synthesist Summoner's Eidolon as well, and so is rocking THAT body rather than his own… that works fine for me, I just really need to scratch that itch… speaking of… yes, they're all ready.

I start with Adam, climbing on top of him and letting his boosted strength handle the load, sliding my baby bakery onto his stirring stick… which comes with a moment of pain, and the voice of Adam in my head: ‘One point of damage from a torn hymen.’

I don't think about that, with my milk makers squishing between us, my milk starting to leak… right, I didn't drain them after work. Well… I'm sure I can get some help with that… but oh, he's spreading me good… this feels so much better raw. I hear a woman moan like she's in heat… and realize it's me. Then Adam reaches down, grabs my legs, and lifts me a bit… which lets him start thrusting.

I shudder all over his meatrod almost instantly.

He keeps going as I start to get lost in the sensations, with Charles coming up behind me and using my backdoor… the only reason I know it's him being the two wonderful orbs pressing on my back. He starts humping in rhythm, and the twin sensations set me off again… then his rhythm changes? Gets a little second push and occasionally something poking my back… I just enjoy it, losing track of time.

When they fill my insides with their essence, I go off again… and then they slump down. Ugh. Eh, I still want more, but that's apparently going to always be the case, and at least I have a nice pleasant buzz, so it's okay.

I take a look around: Adam is slumped down on the sand, ****… and due to that, his Eidolon has gone back whence it came, leaving him much smaller. Charles is behind me, also asleep, laying face up on top of Brian… and I can see that while Brian's gone soft, he's still in Charles’ baby bakery, the juice of their lovemaking slowly seeping into the sand.

Feeling a drip down my legs, I shove my massive mammaries aside, and… yep, I'm leaking too. Fortunately, the Fastidiousness spell is making it simply run down my leg like water, not sticking at all. It's a fun little spell, it simply keeps me clean for the full twenty four hour duration. I could go diving in sewage and a minute after I got out, I'd be fresh as a daisy, the gunk simply sliding off. It has almost no game effect - just a minor boost to saves vs. disease - but it's awesome in real life.

Of course, I don't get tired… while the fake angels don't need to sleep, and can remove any fatigue they develop easily. So the night is young… probably; I kind of lost track of time… but the guys don't last THAT long, so… eh. Regardless: I start a chat with the two transformed Solars: “Ah… can I get your names?”

Each recites a string of syllables that… well, I can't understand at all. It sounds nice… I presume Celestial. I look at the one on my left, “Mind if I call you Gertie?” And the one on my right, “Hannah for you?”

Both nod serenely.

“Thank you.” I WILL be polite to the creatures that have the kind of power needed to send me to the heart of a star, even if they are under orders they can't disobey to play nice, “Which of you did Adam intend for accompanying me?”

‘Gertie’ bows, “That would be me, goddess.”

“Thank you,” I smile, “Would you please establish a Permanent Telepathic Bond between us and take us both to my apartment?”

“The first is a simple matter…” the angel casts a spell I'm not equipped to identify, but figure out when I get the request for a Miracle and confirm it. She then concentrates for another eighteen seconds, and speaks into my head, ‘It is done, goddess. The second part will use up my Wish for the day, and I will need a little more to go on….”

I give my full address along with the apartment number, she focuses, there's a little light show, and we're standing in my living room… which is just as cramped and messy as Charles’ place: Clothes strewn about the tiny little living room, just big enough for the old couch and the wall-mounted TV.

Ah, clothes… actually… “How close could you get to my old form?”

She shrugs and answers as verbally as I asked, “If you have a picture, I could do the height, weight, hair color, and such, but not well enough to trick anyone familiar with the old you except at a very long distance.”

I swallow, given that she's nude and visible, “My goal is to get you dressed, I just need you to fit in my old male clothes so I'm not… distracted.” I lick my lips. “Here…” I set my phone down, wait for it to fade in, and pull up a picture of myself, “...please approximate this while I do the laundry.”

She takes the phone as I gather up discarded clothes, pack them down a little, and use Prestidigitation to clean them. When I hand them over… I could be looking at my brother. Well, if my brother had flawless skin and perfect hair. But she's the right height, the same general build, same skin and hair color, and her face has a good family resemblance. Glancing down I revise that: My very boyish sister. The angel is still an innie.

That works, though: The idea is ‘pants, shoes, shirt’ - she doesn't need a meatrod.

“Thank you. Please get dressed; I would like us to visit the local children's hospital.” I pause, “How often can you cure diseases and heal people?”

She speaks as she does so, “I have Remove Disease and Lesser Restoration at will to remove underlying conditions and clean up most of the damage as often as you like; I have Heal and Resurrection three times daily, plus several prepared curative spells prepared.” She pauses, “and if there is a lot of simple injury, I can summon an unlimited procession of allies that can cast curative magic if my own supply runs out.” She pauses, looking at me with an expression that's hard to read, “May I ask why?”

I don't give the answer much thought, “I got a huge boon that I don't deserve, seemingly at random. Yeah, I'm starting by sharing with my chosen family… and then Adam gave me more with what he made off of what I gave him: You...” I pause, “...and I just want to make things better for people. Fixing up sick kids seems like a no-brainer.”

The angel maintains her unreadable expression as she continues to get dressed in clothes that don't fit me anymore, “you realize you could just order me around and get untold wealth for yourself from my abilities, which would take care of you and your chosen family forever.”

I shrug, “Money's nice; I may do some of that… more likely, I'll just ask for a tithe from Adam in money and goods, which I don't imagine he'll mind, given that I'm his power source. But…” I pause, “...just TAKING like that wouldn't sit well with me, you know? I want to give back.”

The angel considers for a long time as she finishes getting dressed, and eventually smiles, “You're a child in many ways… but a good child. I am glad Adam selected me to serve you. He…” she pauses, “...has different priorities, and I like yours better.”

Feeling a bit ambivalent about being called a good child by an angel, and a little concerned about the comment on Adam, I let that aspect drop while I sort out my feelings. In the meanwhile: “OK. Let's visit the hospital.” I slip my Mythic ring off so she can see through my illusions, and drop the Disguise Self, leaving me invisible. “We can take the bus…”

“You're light enough that I can carry you, you know,” the angel muses.

That gives me pause… eh, I'm going to survive a fall… “Yes, let's do that. You can go invisible, we can step outside, you can shift to your natural form, and we can fly there.”

She chuckles as she vanishes from view. We walk over, open the door, step outside (she gives me a mental confirmation when she's clear), she shifts back… and I hear tearing cloth. Eh, I can't wear them anyway, she doesn't seem to care, and she can be invisible whenever. She then picks me up and holds me to her chest like a little child in mama's arms, squishing me up against her naked chest (which due to the scale and Adam's hormones are individually somewhere between ‘beachball’ and ‘bean bag chair’ in size).

I can't hear much over the wind of her wings as we travel… but we have a Telepathic Bond, so I don't have to. So I can give directions and chat as well… which I use to satisfy my curiosity.

I begin with, ‘How much do you remember?’

‘Nothing,’ she answers.

‘Ah, what?’

‘I don't have an original,’ she expands, ‘My personality is nothing more than Adam's idea of what a wise, intelligent, good creature would be like. I inherited much of his general knowledge about the world and the game's mechanics, but I can't answer the big questions for you, because what I have is just what the game says and what Adam believes.’

‘That's terrible,’ I think back, ‘you know you're fake?’

‘It's a bit of an existential crisis, admittedly,’ she replies, ‘but it beats not existing. And I am real… after a manner. I can think, I can remember, I have feelings… I don't have a family or a history; I can't grow and heal like you can; I have less in the way of free will, and when I die, I KNOW that's it… but otherwise,’ she pauses with a mental chuckle, ‘I'm as real as you are.’

I nod, squeezed up against her prodigious chest, enjoying the softness. Soon enough we arrive at the hospital, and she sets me down, swapping to her “normal human” form (a woman that looks like her) and renews her invisibility. We open the doors and walk in (much to the confusion of the staff), and get to work, my cheeks flushed.

We walk through the hospital, slipping into the kid's rooms. I lead, but frankly, Gertie does basically all of the work. She takes a moment to evaluate the kids (with the Heal skill), casts Remove Disease, and usually casts Lesser Restoration a few times… and then we move on. Child after child. I end up handling simple injuries - I can use my unlimited Mythic power to spam Cure Light Wounds, and am looking forward to getting higher level spells - but the real doctors handle that without serious issues anyway: Gertie can kick cancer to the curb.

She also has a casting of Regenerate prepared (which we use, only one kid got that, though), a few were suffering from Ability Drain (Lesser Restoration doesn't help there, but Gertie does have a daily free use of Greater Restoration, which does… for one of the four). We also visit the morgue and use her Resurrection ability to bring three of the kids back to life.

When we leave the hospital eight hours after entering, I have mixed feelings. On the one hand, we did good things. On the other hand, there were several children we could only partly help: We just… didn't have enough to fix everyone completely, a few will need to settle for not getting any worse, and there were FAR more than three dead kids in the morgue.

Gertie picks up on it, and gently gives me a hug as she carries me back home.