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Chapter 16 : Problem avoidance / Drama
Karl was still not feeling ideal, but he felt a bit better with emotional support dog alien waifu bimbo on top of him, he even had found a way to make nice enough pillows to sleep better, or to let the current waifu he would most likely be sleeping with every or most nights sleep better.
Given how thirsty this NPC population turns out to be, there will be no night without the chest pillow being at least urgently suggested and given the sheer amount of willing to follow rules women around him, he won´t ever have excuses to deny every single one of them to be the boob pillow of that next night of the current day in question.
Well at least given potential drama reasoning, he still could claim to want to be less hot and to try and not share body heat. At least that argument could work until they end up with some ice elemental waifu or a water goo girl or a robot one that has internal cooling magic or …
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His had was getting into a better mind space as his thoughts wandered and the Lopen on top of him very much enjoyed being close to Karl-Heinz. It wasn´t sex, which her lower lips screamed at her to get, but her dotting nature was stronger than her lust, so strong was the impression he had made on her in there first two encounters so far.
In her mind he needed more loving care of the motherly kind, he was just so playful weird, so indescribably hitting her buttons, that in her mind he was but a lost teenage pup who had lost there way after being abused from the world around them or goddess forbide abused by there caretakers or parents.
She was in this as a mother !
She was in this to become a mother !
So her baby boy could have many many sisters in the future and she could help his mind grow up fully. Maybe she could get his mind normal again to be a happy lover.
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From the outside perspective the onlookers got very mixed signals. Hushed whispers were taking place.
1: “Seems like she knows what she is doing.”
“Naaaaaa she got no clue, but it seems to be working well enough” the Kohb answers.
2: “So we have to treat him like a kid ? That is a bit hard, I got send to the front after failing to become a child raiser.”
1: “Wait … you actually know how to handle kids ?”
2: “Yeah, a little, I failed the test they made, or wasn´t good enough, they never told me.”
“Uh I was trying to become a medical helper or doctor!” the Kohb said excitedly.
2: “And you to got kicked to the front lines.”
1: “Well I got sorta lucky unlucky, I was front lines with you girls, but I was designated as message runner! So I wasn´t in toooooo much danger of being shot most of the time.”
“Sister, you were in more danger than the rest of us.” The Kohb poked.
1: “How so ? You had to do the charges over no women´s land and face hand to hand combat. I just had to find the one holding the whistle and tell him the message, then run back and to command and repeat the process. No fighting I was supposed to do, just running.” Slapping her thigh she then grinned and added, “and look at these legs I got out of it ! I can run for a whole day! Think of all that nectar I can ride out of him with that stamina!”
2: “You were running around with no cover and you were constantly trying to get over traps, barbed wire and seen as a target. Take out the runner, deny a potentially good order from enemy command.”
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“Hell ! We even got tolled by our trench commanders to shoot the runners if we could.” The Kohb added and made the runners face turn from proud to shocked, as the clarification hits her job security views, like a idle runaway truck at full speed.
But the runners mood didn´t stay down for long. “But I lived ! I LIVED! and am here to tell the tale whilst getting fucked and pregnant !”
This outburst of noise got the trio a deep growl and a look of deadly intent from the Lopen in the room and shouts from the kitchen to “Keep it quiet! We want to here what we are doing here!”
Lucky for the trio, the Lopen´s attention very quickly went back to Karl-Heinz.
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“Doggy rumbles funny when she growls.” was the next step in the still chosen option 5 that Karl still followed. Beforehand he started petting her now clean and yet slightly silky fur were ever it was exposed and not covered by clothes.
She noticed that trend and tried to undress herself, but wasn´t able to do more and unbutton some of her trench coat. Eager hands were constantly distracting or stopping her attempts. The closeness and comfort she felt that she provided to this odd axiom blank, made her hearth melt.
The Yapping of the door guard peeper´s was very annoying to her. Karl-Heinz didn´t mind them at all. So she adapted that opinion partially too. No one closed the door and who was she to interpret his wishes if non were said.
The fun couldn´t last for ever, soon enough they yelled from the kitchen, declaring food to be done.
She got up, the door guard got moving, Karl-Heinz stayed laying and looked at the ceiling with a look of contemplation on his face.
In his mind the world was weird, endless potential women, all beyond eager to be there for him and beyond manic to please his, or rather there own, carnal desires. Sadly they were all to perfect as relationship material. Yes games are to please fantasies and give you a way to avoid reality, yet this felt to easy!
Normally Karl would play games and make either an idle game to explore his creativity whilst relaxing with background music or audio podcasts or he would mod the settings or games just right for his skill level and trow himself into the meat grinder of hard but fair games to test his wits.
The harder you work for it, the more rewarding it is to succeed.
This game here was neither, it was no multiplayer were part of the fun was to be social, it was no easy mode puzzle or creative game to build factories or landscape sized buildings, it was also boring easy to win in fights by just up and running or shooting with a shit gun from afar.
Hell the only real challenge was the bitch slapping embarrassment with Vaskra after he got loaded into the game.
Maybe he should try to hunt some achievements ?
Grind out some fun ?
Genocide run would be a possibility, but that was never his thing. So instead he thinks of going for a tech rush.
How will he do that ?
No clue, he knows some things but by far not enough to get into space, to generate anti mater, to play with gravity or to create worth while robot maids. ´Nope bad idea! I already got enough willing women to create a mount waifu, no need to add sex bots to that pile´
His mind was happily distracted yet again, his hands were busy petting the soft and thick fur of the Lopen on top of him and the women around him weren´t trying to vacuum empty his seed tanks. This is a happy moment.
It “was” a happy moment, as such moments pass and end. This time it ended with the Lopen being bodily dragged of off him by Tris and Vaskra coming in to gently lift him and carry him to the Kitchen table, only half intentionally squeezing him into her breasts in the attempt.
It was a good attempt, until Karl-Heinz struggled his way to freedom again. Glaring a bit at Vaskra with a monotone voice and a bad mood expression on his face “Thanks, but I would like to walk.”
He then managed his way over to a table set with food. As the new ones are still mostly fearing reprisal, they wait for the go signal of the original three.
Karl sat his ass down and just took from the soup and started eating. His mind was again busy trying to make plans of how to try and grind some more fun out of his situation. Around him the attention was mostly on him, but him just starting to eat was enough for the others to get there fill too.
The Volume of soup Karl-Heinz snarfed down was a bit much for most of them, but the Lopen and Cannidor Tris both got other ideas when sharing similar sized servings, even thou they got one and a half times his height and close to two times his strength by three times the mass.
Axiom was just a weird magical energy that way, giving living beings the ability to be bigger and stronger without the need of food, the size would normally need or the mass, the strength would normally need.
So Karl being a Human without the learned ability to sustain himself with axiom, gave the others quite the shock with his calorie needs displayed. Making more room for hasty assumptions on the women´s side.
The Kohb gently poked Karl-Heinz´s belly, gasping as she felt her finger claw sink into the skin a bit, revealing the flab of fat from his beer belly, instead of a tight and trim layer of muscles like all of the others around him had.
“Why is your belly so squishy?!” The Kohb exclaimed in shock sinking the blunt end of a claw on her other hand into the fat.
“Yeah I know, I should do the effort and lose weight, never a healthy thing to be fat” Got returned from the still eating and unbothered Karl, spooning more soup and getting his second serving.
“But why is your belly like a breast ? Only butts and breasts have fat in them!” came again from the Kohb, seeming eager to unravel the mystery of this biological quirk. She also moved closer, forgetting her own food and instead started to play with the beer belly, like a over eager teenage boy would with the first handful of breasts they ever get there hands on.
Karl and the others just let her do her thing, Karl not being bothered as much as he still was hung up on Sarsa´s genital offense and the others were busy with there food or waiting for the results of the Kohb´s experiments, no need to hold your own paw or hand into the fire when a willing mad woman is playing test subject for you.
Then the table collectively gulped as the test subject reaps the reward of being the first. “Can I use your belly boob as a pillow please?” The Kohb asked, eyes looking up at Karl-Heinz, both hands partially sunk into the belly fat.
“Eh sure, no problem with that I think” from Karl, was then what roused everyone else to lose there cool and try to copy the Kohb, everyone trying to get as big of and acting Oscar in being cute and also begging to be allowed to sleep on his belly or other body parts.
Sarsa did her duty and reigned them back in line “We got the system set up! Wait your turn or you will suffocate him!” It was still partially evident, that the Nagasha herself also desired that treat of closeness, but her need for order in the Harem won out that internal argument.
So the day ended with a full belly, a Kohb, whose name he hadn´t learned, on his belly, him laying on the belly and breasts of a Lopen , whose name he also hasn´t even tried to learn, whilst he was being watched from Tris to the background noise of Vaskra and Sarsa resuming there competition in arguing with walls.