Germany

Kai-Kai supplemented his coffee with a bottle of water from the little refrigerator. He needed a lot of replenishment after so much fluid had been drained from him. Yet he did not seem tired. She supposed as an adolescent he regenerated quickly.

Now a German-lilted female voice from the doorway. “Kai-Kai?”

The naked boy jumped up, his penis bounding, feet slapping on the floor as he strode to the beautiful blonde woman in the jacket and long denim skirt.

“Gretchen! How are you??” Kai-Kai’s eyes were wide open with concern. It was his I-1 from this morning, who had been too tight for Kai-Kai’s penis and was injured by it, or so the boy thought, despite Dr. Chatterjee’s assurances at the beginning of today’s inspection session.

“Ich bin fein. I’m very fine.” She tottered a little on her high-heeled boots.

“But . . .” The naked boy looked down toward her crotch.

“Nein . . . Ich habe meine maxi pad an. Sehr nett.”

Fortunately Kai-Kai had taken German classes and more or less understood her. They talked some more, partly with words and partly with gestures. Gretchen was wearing the specially constructed maxi-pad that all P-4’s liked to wear right after insemination. It prevented semen from leaking down the woman’s legs, which inevitably happened with ejaculations as copious as Kai-Kai’s. She apologized for this morning -- trying to be heard over Kai-Kai’s constant “Mir Lied! Mir Lied!” (“I’m sorry!”) -- and blamed herself for any discomfort because she had decided against wearing her “retainer” -- the dildo panties that P-3’s were urged to wear for a few hours to enlarge themselves for Kai-Kai’s entry. Like almost all P-3’s she was not wearing pants. P-3’s never disrobed for the impregs; they simply removed their panties and pulled up their skirt or dress to allow the Sire to insert his penis.

Evidently Gretchen convinced him she was o.k. He hugged her, his bare arms around her jacket, her gloved hands around his bare back, his bare chest against the cold zipper of her jacket, his bare thighs against the denim skirt, his bare feet against her boots. She was taller than he was, and his head was on this older woman’s shoulder. Angela saw a tear of relief running down his face, as if something horrible had almost happened to someone he loved who was now safe.

Another hug and Gretchen was gone, perhaps never to see Kai-Kai in person again. Or maybe she would at one of those annual parties that were talked about for the future, when any P-7 who could make the trip would fly into town for Kai-Kai’s birthday, along with the children he had fathered. In later years they would have to find a stadium somewhere to fit them all!