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Chapter 59 : Spreading the Visibility / Too many problems

Laka and Tris joined him in fleeing this pitiful display of desperation.

It made sens when you think about it, all these women biologically and socially programmed to do their best to try and maybe get the chance to just see a man, try to shoot their chance to get a husband and try harder than the ones around them. Then only to end up cock blocking each other to an almost unthinkable degree.

It is a bit tragic from that point of view and worth a few sad pages in personal diaries or maybe even a few poems or tragic stories if a writer or two heard or had joined that event.

But still non of that was Karl-Heinz problem. His mind made him feel bad regardless of how shit or good a situation went and so his logic and well fucked and rational lovers all agreed on ditching the drama to avoid him being ripped apart.

So he needed to be as picky in lovers as he could be, otherwise he would be sucked dry.

No that was a mental wrong turn, he just realized. His current lovers may or may not be flooded out by the on storm of new wives, but he himself would still be treated like the golden cage highest of prices pet that he sort of was.

Which should be avoided any way as his current harem was sort of organized, most likely pregnant and had him and his quirks in mind. With a new harem gold rush all that relationship building would be reset and possibly reduced to the state treasure of what ever gaggle of crowd would form around him.

So stick to the plan to avoid bad changes and only let in the ones that keep his current group good.

Which means that the addition of the beggars of last morning where a bad idea that most likely soon will show its issues, if it did not already do that and he just didn´t hear of that event yet.

Like that one handy woman Gohb who tried to boss around the T-Benchers, who was now trying to get at his pants with the other new short stacks. But they both are successfully blocked by Laka and Tris bodies blocking the access under his table. But still they where now sort of organizing as they attempted to combine their strength to lift Tris tail out of the way, to no success so far as Tris uses that to aid in her muscle training.

So now his successful escape, out of social obligations with unknown people and distracting pondering of aspects of life, he hardly dares to even try to take control over, is done with, Karl is left in a void of not knowing what to do next. As usual there is endless things that could be done, but he had no motivation or much of a reason to do any of these many tasks.

This resulted in him mentally zoning out and just sticking to his slightly altered routine.

Finishing his meal.

Listening to Sarsa doing the morning speech, this time with falling asleep new girls.

Going to the work shop and crafting away with the T-Benchers to try and teach the eager or forced to be present women.

Then lunch meal.

Afternoon seemed to have turned into a dating slot as Vaskra had that given to her and now every other woman wanted to have that too, so he got dragged along by the unsung hero of his Harem into a quick crafted on request gym for some showing off and workout session.

But this unsung hero was very unsung and so she only was able to socialize for 2h with him before he got whisked away into unplanned events of higher priority. Sarsa needed his help as the crowd upstairs should be dispersed or at least less rabbit. So they would like some stairs to be able to test that and to get rid of the unwanted captives, who where still busy humping the prison cell bars.

But lucky for them all, one of the Gohbs had the idea to create a scouting tower instead of just stairs up to first check the waters above ground.

Now Karl-Heinz, the guard contingent and the ones who somehow managed to get called scouts are up on the newest tower in the time zone. He had to expand the look out room on the top two times to make room for everyone, but he did manage to keep the roof going and his own paranoia satisfied with a seeming solid stone construct high in the air.

Only arrow slits to look or shoot out of and murder holes to look down at who my crowd at the base of the squat tower, So the only way this would be an entrance or exit would be if someone blows open the too small holes to get in or removes the roof with a bigger boom.

The village was still very crowded with people, but to most wives dismay, they where moving in. The chimneys where smoking and the people working to start and produce simple hand crafted goods and unloading carts and trucks.

They where all looking out the windows and realizing at their own speeds that the place is now filled with opportunists. Not just the desperate but full on wealthy ones with resources to move and set up a new city if the stream of people and wares and machines continues.

Karl-Heinz went over to Sarsa and with an almost visible dread of self hate and resignation begged. “Sorry, I am so sorry that I build this village.” Trying to hold on to Sarsa´s clothes, but having a mental break down again holding himself back, he sinks to his knees and shuts down completely. So fast that no one was fast enough to try and break him out of his funk and now he was being hugged by many wives, again to no effect.

A short while later, Sarsa could not continue to hug Karl and had to make room for a different woman to take her spot.

Laka was busy from keeping Tris in check and away from doing stupid ideas.

So Sarsa was as usual reduced to the normal women she always used to resolve issues and issues where piling up fast about now. Karl was so deep in a mental break down now that he was trying to shape the floor to get away from the seeming overbearing attention of his wives.

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“You!” Sarsa commanded one of the more on the edge of the ball of flesh deposited women. She reacted and got up and did a strong family salute and awaited orders. “Go get Doc, tell her to bring the Meds it seems to be bad this time.”

Nodding in confirmation the woman took off running as the husband in need seemed to have triggered all possible mental alarms, making it a good thing that front line live trained really fast to not devolve into senseless panic in such moments. Mostly trains that, as the cuddle ball was devolving into a gibbering mess of outspoken support and further worsening curling up Karl-Heinz.

First problem tackled, next one on the list needs addressing. Sarsa turned to Tris and Laka, currently rolling on the floor with Tris seemingly winning, but not by enough to break free and do her idea of a breakdown resolution. Laka being forced to bite down on the Cannidors muzzle to keep her from speaking unwanted comments.

So Sarsa Helps out by delegating that task as well.

One after the other the ball gets shrunken down and wives redirected to pin and possibly carry Tris off.

Sadly Tris has her own tricks in axiom use trained up and manages to break free of her own ball of women.

Sarsa tries to help pin her down again, a task made very easy with her long and big snake like tail body, but sadly Tris is to far away and close enough to use her burst of axiom fueled strength and speed, to knock over the pithy party pile. This causes the gaggle of people to spread out over the floor whilst Tris recovers herself off of the ground in a forward role, landing back on all fours and avoiding a disgraceful slide or smash into the wall of this tower room.

Now everyone is trying to pin Tris, but for the two wives still hanging on to Karl-Heinz, laying below him as pillows. But distance yet again is in the Cannidors favor as she does what everyone was trying to stop her from doing, speaking. “Woman up you big baby! Shit happens, you still gona fuck me silly, so grow a pair of steel tits and move on!”

Having said her piece, as best as she could with the limited room she had to do so, Tris surrenders and lies herself down on the ground. A few women then go over to her and do a token form of restraining grapples, but the focus is back on Karl.

He has stopped sputtering and has gone to, an improved by comparison, confused look on his face. Karl was thinking hard as Laka picked him up and carried him away and down the stairs.

Most of the women following behind, Tris getting assigned first watch duty to keep her out of the picture for a while. Only to have her deliver the next important information in her usual excited manner down the stairs. “Harriet seems to be back with a convoy of trucks.”

This made the odd situation not better, but also not really worse.

With words of wisdom, they can be hit and miss depending on the targets ability and willing ness to accept the help. So this time Tris actions where a hit as her tackle had unearth him from the boob mountain growing around him, giving him a distraction from his self loathing and air that wasn´t filtered thru head sized cleavage cracks. But it was also a miss as Karl was still stuck in his head and any words spoken at that time had landed in the mental sensory junk filter and forgotten like so much background noise and unwanted mammarian touches.

So the situation overall had gotten wider in scope. As Karl was now seemingly recovering and blocking Doc from stabbing him to sleep was much easier to call off and block than a raging, special forces, battle harden, muscle brain Cannidor wife.

Now the problem turned into an academic one of letting the ones who knew what to do, do the thing they where put into the position of doing.

So Laka had one on one time with the Husband in a smaller room with Sarsa coiled outside of the door and delegating the harem around into a semblance of order. She did manage to find that giving them something to do gave them a purpose to focus on and thus avoid senseless panicking. With today's flavor of commands and tasks revolving around drilling or babysitting the new comers and double checking gear, with a side dash of standing watch in the new guard tower and added message runner.

The message runner job was so generous a task that Sarsa could fill it with multiple wifes to seem generous in not running them ragged from constant stairs climbing and descending.

Vaskra had been send to overlook the development outside and get Harriet to wait if needed.

Laka for her part was very much earning her part of what ever counts as a pay check in the new small, soon do be called “Bitch and Cry closet”. With no one caring if Karl-Heinz is in there, but seeing it as a mark of shame if someone else where to end up on the inside on their own choice.

Karl-Heinz has had managed to regain his awareness of his surroundings somewhere on the way down the stairs and had stopped the procession as they where passing by the mess hall entrance to make his new hiding hole. It was a bit on the dark side and just cramped enough for only him and Laka to fit inside, at least before starting to employ a hydraulic press, to try and tetris stack more hourglass bodies into this room.

It took a few minutes for Karl-Heinz to calm down enough to stop shacking. Being first swarmed by family and then tackled and tossed over by a walking tank of muscle did wonders to spike Adrenalin in someone who already is having a mental crisis. But now that his breathing was calm again and the noise of commotion in front of the door had calmed down as well, Laka deemed him ready to talk. “Feeling better again?”

Karl-Heinz nodded yes, a bit unwilling to actually talk with words, then waited a full minute until he realized he was in a pitch black room and Laka had no night vision to speak off. So his solution to avoid talking, yet still communicate was to fish, find by touch and then guide her pawed hand on top of his head, hold the paw in position and then nod yes again.

“Good, so you gona nod yes and no for now?” Laka asked and quickly got a very solid quick yes nod in response. Her body contact told her that he was still shaking and that he was still far from being fine, but she could at least work with this for now.

“You know we don´t blame you right?”

Which gets answered with a yes nod.

“And you are still blaming yourself.”

Another yes nod.

And here the yes no questions run out as Laka asks something more complex. “You know we need you and would never give you up.”

“But I need to do better.” Came as a pitiful reply from Karl-Heinz.

“How?” Laka blurted out to fast as she got a bit surprised by his answer.

“I need to not make mistakes. Need to be better. Need to do better. Need to Fix my fuck ups.” Was the slow and monotonous sounding reply. Like a first glance good mantra, that got miss placed in a broken man´s mind, is now weighing him down like a cult subservient mindset indoctrination keeping him docile and weak willed.

To that Laka tried to hug him, but got blocked by the size of the room and instead only managed to squeeze him a bit on his arms with her hands. But the talking reaction part did work un-distrubed. “No you don´t! You are man enough for us and if you stay as you are you could be a happy family man...”

But to Laka´s utter astonishment, Karl-Heinz slammed his metaphorical foot down and stood his arguments ground. “NO!” Then he takes a long deep breath and his inner turmoil seems to have shifted to the yet unseen anger emotion. “I need to do better! I need to! I am depressed and I try to get out of it, but it won´t happen if I stay as I am.”

This did cause the bunker to go quiet.

The delicate soft spoken man had risen his voice and the ones listening on the door had seemingly stopped all of their own noises to hear even better what would happen next.

But with many social aspects involving Karl-Heinz, it took time. His resolve had managed to stun Laka into not knowing how to comfort her baby boy husband. He did not want to be comforted. He demanded of himself to beat his mental woes and sadly Laka had no idea how to do that, nor had Sarsa in front of the door, or Doc right next to Sarsa, or the few other random women near by the mess hall entrance.

Still Sarsa knew she did not need to know how to fix an issue, but to delegate to someone who did have that skill. Lacking the knowledge of who may have that kind of skill, the Nagasha did the next best thing and delegated the procurement of this skill-set needed.

But this task took time and outside of the family help, so Harriet had been tasked to look for all kinds of health specialists. That meant that maybe the woman they needed was waiting outside the sealed off stairs right now.

Sadly a maybe was not good enough for now, especially because they could not reasonable access that theoretical existing person right now. Karl-Heinz was out and down and pressuring him for aid was not going to help right now and using their supply of explosives to make and entrance into the bunker would cause chaos and raise questions from Karl-Heinz.

So it fell back to the next lower option to try and quick fix this issue.

“Go get Tris down from the tower and here now!” The first wife capitulated and ordered a runner on standby and also pressed against the “BACC” room door.

So it has come down to call the woman who claims to have the skill or at least is confident enough to try and do something vaguely helpful instead of just something or indecision that most likely would only worsen the situation. Not that the new Gohb handymen don´t claim the same skill set and intent, but Tris is a more known entity and thus less big of a risk.

Laka still tried to do her usual action of comforting and reassure him with gestures and attempted hugs, but it ends up not really helping. Lucky enough it does not take long until Karl and Laka both hear the change in atmosphere as the land shark with intentionally heavy stomping steps closes in and then rips the door open.

“Bitch! You gona go grow some tits with me now!” Tris announced grinning ear to ear with a mad glint in her eyes as her body gets outlined from the lamp light behind her back.