How to save a life

Author's note: Trigger warning. The beginning of this chapter contains suicidal ideation. You can skip ahead to the first separator if that is your preference.

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Heather sat on her bed and stared at the bottles of pills. She had taken them from her mother's medicine cabinet. She had sleeping pills, muscle relaxers, blood thinners and several different prescription pain pills. Some of the bottles contained prescriptions Heather had never heard of.

Combined with the dozen opioid pills Heather had bought that morning from one of the **** dealers at school, who had promised they were very strong, she thought she had enough to end it all. All of her pain and misery could be gone. Her parents never came home before six in the evening. She could be dead long before that.

She held a bottle of muscle relaxers in her hand. There were fourteen pills inside. She had counted them twice yesterday. She set that one down and picked up another. There were 23 sleeping pills inside, one less than the day before.

She set down the bottle of pills and picked up her dad's pistol. She stared down the barrel and willed the gun to go off. She had no idea how to use it, or if it was even loaded. He had forbidden her from ever touching it, as if that alone would stop her. She had never disobeyed her father before. Not like this. All she really knew was that you were supposed to pull the trigger and the bullet came out of the barrel. She had already tried that. It didn't work.

Her phone pinged a message. She set down her dad's gun and picked up her phone. It was a message from Kathy.

'Hey, I hope you made it home ok. Lets do something this weekend. Call me later. Caleb is about to do his interview.'

She stared at the message as tears rolled down her cheeks. She wanted to hate Kathy, she desperately tried to hate her. But she couldn't. Kathy had always been a sweet loving person. The one true friend Heather ever had, and Heather had betrayed her. She couldn't hate Kathy because she had no reason to. It wasn't Kathy's fault she was so beautiful, or that her breasts were so big and perfect, or that she had the perfect boyfriend.

Heather couldn't hate Kathy, but she could hate herself. There was a black mark upon her soul. One she couldn't see, until she was ****, and all of her fair weather friends abandoned her. It was her own jealousy and sense of entitlement that created the mess she found herself in.

She'd made a lot of enemies rising to the top of the school hierarchy, and having Brock as her boyfriend helped more than she realized. Known as Brock the Jock, the biggest bully in school, being his girlfriend had protected Heather from retaliation. Without that protection, her enemies came for her.

Kesha's attack had been masterful. Heather was convinced Kesha had been setting the stage to topple her for a long time, and was just waiting for the right moment to strike. The struggle to stay ahead of Kesha in the hierarchy of the school had been a long one. Kesha wasn't her only challenger, but she was the most dangerous.

As captain of the cheerleading squad, Heather directed the squad to cultivate an information network among the school gossips. Any rumor Heather wanted spread could be all over the school in minutes. She'd used it often to humiliate anyone she wanted. And if humiliation didn't put someone in their place, there was always Brock.

But Heather wasn't the only one that used her network of gossips. All of the cheerleaders had access, and Kesha seized the moment as soon as she heard about the ****. While Heather lay in a hospital bed, Kesha was toppling Heather's empire, and building her own from the ashes.

First, Kesha convinced the other cheerleaders that Heather wanted Caleb and his cock for herself. They all knew how selfish Heather was, but Kesha's story wasn't entirely true. None of them save Christie knew Heather wanted a cure for her STD before anyone knew about it. Replacing Brock with Caleb as her boyfriend had been a secondary concern. Even as his girlfriend, Heather fully intended to share Caleb though. Doling out his cock and cum to the people that pleased her would have people setting her on the top of a pedestal everywhere she went.

But Kesha learned about all that when she stole Christie's diary. Using the knowledge in those pages, Kesha convinced the other cheerleaders that Heather would never share Caleb, and so they turned against Heather while she was out of school. Cut off from her gossip network, and unaware of Kesha's coup, she didn't even know to refute Kesha's claims until it was far too late.

Upon returning to school, Heather discovered Kesha hadn't just stuck a knife in her back. She'd twisted it as well. Everywhere Heather turned, she found people believed she had faked the ****, and her injuries. Further, the school's star athlete was on the run from the police because of her. Never mind that Brock was a bully too, and far worse than Heather. Unlike Ludmilla and Kesha, Heather's bullying rarely got physical. That's what she had Brock for.

Brock was her muscle. Big, strong, and dumb, he was far more mean and cruel than Heather. Brock reveled in causing pain and humiliation, and that had been useful to Heather as she rose among her peers. She guided him, found him targets among their classmates. Word spread that if you crossed Heather, you risked her boyfriend's wrath. But Heather did not pick all of his targets for him, not even most. Once she was on top, she barely needed him, or so she thought.

Kesha used that against her as well. Without Heather providing targets for him, Brock had been free to do as he pleased. Brock and his cronies were a terror among the school. No one in the school was safe from him, aside from The Neandertal, Christine. Kesha managed to make their classmates believe all of Brock's victims were the targets of Heather.

On her first day back to school, Heather discovered what Kesha had done.

Kesha, with Ludmilla as her right hand, had taken over as Captain of the Cheerleading squad, and turned the entire school against her. Confronting Kesha would do Heather no good. Heather rarely got physical with her bullying, but Kesha did. With Ludmilla backing Kesha up, and no one to stand beside her, Heather knew she didn't stand a chance against them physically. Her only hope to regain her throne was to get the other cheerleaders to hear her out.

Heather had surprised herself when she simply walked away. In a moment of clarity, she had a sudden epiphany. There was only a few weeks left of school, then they would graduate and the battle would be over... Until the war to be on top of the hierarchy started all over again in college. Heather would be beginning anew, with an entirely new and larger group of classmates. Maybe some of her allies would go to the same school, but she would have to rebuild her network.

The battle would last another four years, and then again when she graduated and entered the workforce. And for what?

Heather was tired. She was tired of the constant battle to stay one step ahead of her opponents. So she walked away without a fight. She quit being a cheerleader too, and Kesha used that as well. The gossip network Heather built was used against her once again. Those Heather and Brock once bullied, finally sought to retaliate. And Heather found herself in hell with no friends. She'd been spit on, kicked, tripped, and laughed at. She'd had her phone stolen and her locker filled with rotting food.

But worst of all, she'd been groped by the same boys that used to do the same thing to Kathy. Heather knew about the many sexual assaults Kathy had been a victim too. Her gossip network heard everything. Heather never condoned it, but she did nothing to stop it either. Grabbing the Titty Monster's huge tits had been a favorite activity among Brock and his cronies. Anytime they could, they did. Now the school perverts had an easier target against the person they believed caused their leader to be on the run, and they piled on.

In just two days, Heather's tits were grabbed seventeen times, her nipples yanked eight times, her ass spanked or kicked twelve, and she'd been **** to kiss two different football players.

She was truly in a hell of her own creation.

And yet, Kathy was reaching out to her. The one person that should have surely turned their back on her, had stood up for her instead. Kathy had always been the kindest person Heather knew. Her best friend from kindergarten all the way till sixth grade. They had been inseparable. Then Kathy entered puberty, and the green eye monster named Jealousy convinced Heather to want to destroy her friend.

Heather put the pills back in her mother's medicine cabinet. She put her dad's gun back in the shoebox under her parent's bed. She went back to her own room, and lay upon her bed in the fetal position. She cried herself to sleep.

When she dreamt, she lay broken and bleeding in the fiery pits of Hell. Kathy knelt beside her, wearing a white gown and holding a golden shield aloft. Standing above them were Caleb and the other Denizens of the Pit, wearing shiny sets of armor and brandishing huge swords, as they battled away the demons that had come to **** Heather all over again. For the first time since Brock **** her, Heather did not wake up screaming.

Caleb was freshly showered and wore his best button down shirt and slacks as he sat on the loveseat with Kathy. She had sent a text to Heather and was sitting there hoping for a reply. He had agreed to go out and do something with them this weekend, but he had no idea what. His schedule was already jam packed, but he would make room if that was what Kathy wanted.

He didn't really want to spend time with Heather, and thought that Kathy was being too nice to her, but he also knew Kathy had a heart of gold. It was one of the things he liked most about her. He couldn't fault her for being the better person to her enemy.

Kathy's mother Mary was seated on the wrap around couch with Megumi, Sonia, Amelia, and his harem. It was easy to see where Kathy got her beauty. Mary could pass herself off as Kathy's older sister. She was a few inches taller and slightly thicker around the middle than her daughter. Their major difference was that Mary's hips, butt, and thighs were larger, though her breasts were perhaps two or three cup sizes smaller. Still huge compared to most women, but not quite the gargantuan titties that Kathy sported.

Melissa Franklin and her camerawoman, a tall heavyset woman named Josephine or Jo, were changing some of the lighting after they had done a short recording of her introducing the segment. The plan was to do the entire interview broken up into small segments for faster and easier editing. They were hoping to have the interview aired on the ten o'clock news if the studio could edit it in time.

Melissa sat in the recliner that had been placed caddy corner to the loveseat. She made a final sound check with Jo and turned to the two lovers. "Ok Caleb, here is how it's going to work. I've already gone over all the question I plan to ask with your mother before she went to meet with your dad. Just answer everything honestly and the whole thing will go by quickly. If there is anything you don't want to answer, just let me know. We can skip the question, then fix everything in the final edit. That's the reason we record in segments. Once it is edited, you wont even be able to tell that we didn't record the whole thing straight through."

"Now don't look at either camera. The way you want the interview to go is you keep your eyes on me, or your girlfriend Kathy whenever she has something to say. Ignore the cameras as if they aren't there. Definitely don't talk at them. Interviews are supposed to look like we are just having a casual conversation. This is basically a get to know you kind of interview, so we will focus mainly on you and your personal interests. We will ask some questions about your family and harem but the main focus will be you, Ok?"

"Yeah sure. Ask away."

"Ok, first we will talk about the website. You ready Jo?"

"Recording Mel." Jo said.

Melissa put her professional face on and said, "Caleb, you and Kathy had a big announcement. Why don't you tell us what that is?"

"Well Melissa, Kathy enlisted some friends from school, and they created a website for us where women can request my services. All they have to do is create a profile, answer some questions, and upload some pictures verifying their identity. There is even a section where they can send personal messages, though I don't know if we will have time to read all of them."

"And will this just be for local women, or will you have women from out of the area travel here as well?"

"Neither actually. The current plan is for me to go to them. While school is still in session, we plan to pick a city every couple of weeks and I will spend the weekend there. We will go over the requests from the women in the area, and send them each a message informing them of when I will be in the area. Then they can schedule the time they would like me to perform my services. We believe it would be best if I remained in a central location such as a convention center or hotel and they would come to me there. That would allow me to aid the maximum number of women in the shortest time frame. Of course, this summer before I go off to college, I can spend more time in each city or do more than one city in a week."

"So do you plan for all your services to be scheduled?"

"Oh, no. Not at all. I expect I will also be going to a movie theater in each city to give out as many stretches as possible in one night. Since some of the women at the movies will want to be bred or healed we are hoping I can get some of those in as well. The website will be mainly used for providing cures to sick women as well as breeding services. We don't really plan to choose a lot of women from the website for stretching, unless there are gaps in the schedule that need to be filled."

Kathy added, "We actually did a sort of test run at the school today. During gym class Caleb was able to heal seven women in about forty five minutes. We actually ran out of women to heal in that class or he might have been able to do more. We will continue testing his limits before we chose the first city he will travel too."

Melissa waved her hand at Jo and said, "Ok. Cut. That was great you two. You came across as well prepared, and your plan sounds well thought out. Next we will talk about yourselves and your family and harem. How you met, your hobbies, and stuff like that. Caleb, I understand you've given your parents permission to have sex anytime they like. We will try to mention that. That kind of thing is unusual for a Stretcher King, and it will show that you come from a caring and loving household. That will attract women that like those qualities in a man."

"Ok, Jo roll it."

June and Harold arrived just as the interview was wrapping up. Melissa thanked them for their time and Jo cut the camera's off. Kathy and Caleb stood and stretched while June went through the process of greeting the women present. Harold also greeted them but without the kissing and groping his wife was doing.

He got to Caleb and said, "I'm proud of you son. It hasn't even been a week and you've already accomplished a lot. I have something I want to give you. Come with me."

Caleb followed his father into his parent's bedroom. Harold pulled his keychain out of his pocket, removed an old hunk of metal from the ring, and said, "This belonged to my grandfather. He carried it with him through the second world war, and then he gave it to my father when he went off to fight in Vietnam. My father gave it to me the day I asked your mother to marry me. Now I want you to have it. It's sort of a good luck charm for our family."

Caleb looked at the thing his father placed in his hand. It looked like an antique of some kind, but there was a bullet embedded in the side. He turned it over in his hands as he looked at it, "What is it?

"It's a compass. Here you open it like this." Harold proceeded to show him and continued, "Your great grandfather had that on him when his squad was attacked on a tiny island in the pacific. The Japanese were making another one of their suicide charges, and your great grandpa was wearing that around his neck when he was hit several times, including that bullet right there. It knocked the wind out of him and left a bruise right over his heart. His buddies thought he had been killed. They retreated up the hill they were defending, and the Japanese overran their position. When your great grandpa came to, he was bleeding from two bullet wounds and behind enemy lines. He used that compass to make it down to the beach, where he was spotted by a PT boat that came and pulled him out of there. He was pretty badly hurt and had lost a lot of blood. The PT boat crew transferred him to a transport ship that sent him to the hospital where he met your great grandma."

"Your great grandpa gave that compass to my dad, and he carried it all through Vietnam. Never got hit a single time. When he came home, he married his high school sweetheart. Yeah, I know my mom can be a bitch, but she only got that way after my dad died. I was nervous as hell the day he gave that to me. I was terrified your mom would say no when I asked her to marry me a few days before we started college. I had no idea she was already a couple weeks pregnant with you and your sister. Your grandpa gave that compass to me and said it would bring me luck. And for the last 18 years, it has. I have a wonderful wife, and my children make me proud to call myself a dad. Now I want you to have it. You've become a man. You're a Stretcher King now, and you've collected a pretty damn fine group of women to start your harem. Pretty soon you'll start a family. You're aunt Lori is pregnant with my first grandbaby, and your mom told me Megumi is probably pregnant too. Add in your harem, and you've made a damn fine start as a man, son. I just want you to know how very proud I am of you. Your mother is too. She wants lots of grandkids, and you'll give them to her."

They shared a hug and Caleb was a bit choked up as he said, "Thanks Dad, it means a lot to hear you say that."

Caleb knew his parents loved him, but they'd never come right out and expressed how much they were proud of him. Caleb thanked his lucky stars for his magic reality changing watch.

Harold finally pulled away and said, "Come on. I'm starved, and your mom and I are meeting Cindy right after dinner."

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