FAT - Fabulous and Thick

CH # 11

Chapter 11:

I groaned. Little One was in my head. And my stomach chose to play up today. I groaned as my head finally lifted from the toilet bowl.

Nex gave me some ginger tea and some crackers. At the breakfast table, Diamond looked at me. "Hey, Tarnya, you remember when you called my step-mother a thunder-cunt?" She asked me. I nodded. "Well, I was wondering what it means, you know? I know what cunt means, that means a lady's...privates. But thunder-cunt?"

I laughed, "Well, it pretty much is a lady, whose privates are so loose, that during sex, it farts out air that got in while during sex. Also the toilets, whilst they were out-houses, were often called thunder boxes. Due to the sound of when someone inside farted quite loudly, it would thunder through. Do you get it now?" I asked her.

She nodded then laughed! "I am so gonna steal that! Their are like a group of thunder-cunts that are so irritating that they think they own the fucking world! I mean seriously!" She growled.

"Language love. Remember, when we are around children, we need to watch what we say and how we say it." I sighed.

"Sorry Ma. Anyways, I think their might be a few chicks that might be mate into the family. Their lives are worse than mine. One chick, was sold to a scientist who wanted to see if he could create the perfect super soldier. She ended up having a c-section. She is currently in a custody battle for her six children. Her family is siding with him, not her." Di looked so stricken over her friend's plight.

"Call her, get her to come over. We will see if she mates into the family. If not. I will help her through everything. But I honestly think that she will be in the family." Di nodded and took off to get her band-spanking-new iPhone. The latest model and called her friend quick and smart.

"All unmated men, come to my place immediately. For one of you might find your soul-mate today. But be warned, if you hurt her, you call on my wrath!" I said through mind-link.

I heard the affirmations, and I closed down the link. But not completely.

Half an hour later, twenty-four young women walked into my home. Having been led through by Di, and she led them all quietly to her room, where the women settled. Leaving the children with me. Some of my un attached step-sons became very attached to some of the children. But what surprised me though, was when the children's mothers came out, my sons who had the children were soul-mates to the child, or children's mother.

The women were in shock. So Di led them back to her room, where I followed. We gave them the run-down of what it means to be bought into this family. When Nex came in, he told them that he was intending on having the women taken care of. So he asked them if they wanted to live with their mates. So that they can live rent free. When they agreed, though rather reluctantly, Nex offered to take them all shopping.

Again, they were reluctant, but when I put it too the children, they screamed happily. They wanted to buy more toys! What could a mother do, but do as her children wanted. I led the women to the cars. Well, the limousines that lined the driveway of the pack house. We split into groups. Kiddie seats were installed, the kids deposited into their rightful place and we were off when we were all organized and buckled in.

The drive was a quick one. When the guys were all standing in a line, each with a trolley, we all marched into the store. Nex and I corralled the small army of children and we headed off to the toy section. When we got their, Nex got a call from Di, the other women were iffy about getting to much stuff.

He told them they were family. And because they were family, they were under his direct protection, and he wanted to make sure that they had everything that they would ever need. He went on to tell them they could call him dad, and call me mum if they wished.

I could hear them too. They were unsure, but Di told them about what we did for her, and that bought them around as to us being truthful. After that, Di said, "Daddy, prepare to have your account depleted rather heavily!" She giggled. "These girls can shop! Just like me!" Nex laughed. Yes, he was prepared to have a lot of money being spent. He was prepared to spend even more when his other daughters- and sons-in-law came into the family tree.

"I know! I thought I was prepared when my first son found his other half! Apparently not! But I am now!" Nex laughed. I laughed, though, because I picked up a memory that had me almost in cramps. He was shocked as to how much they spent. But after the first dozen, the shock wore off.

When we passed the stationary section, we bought permanent markers that would be used writing the names on the bags so the kids wouldn't have to fight over who got what, because they all got one of the same thing each. When we passed the maternity section, I grabbed a basket and got a few things. The clothes were getting ridiculous though. I saw the children's mothers wondering around the clothing section, getting things they needed and a few things they wanted.

By the time that we were at the check out counters, all we're in use by someone in our group. Nex raced from one counter to another, paying the costs of his newest daughter's and grandson's needs. Nex even asked to keep the receipts so that if they needed to return anything, he could do it.

Less stress for his pregnant daughters. Yes, they all had sons, and we're pregnant again, and guess what! It was to the same sick bastard! And said bastard was trying to get custody of his children so he could take new specimens as he needs them. After all, his children would be lab rats that their mothers would legally need to go through the courts to seize back custody.

I hated him already, even though I never met him before! I needed to see if they had jobs anyways. Nex would make sure they had a place of employment. After all, he encouraged independance in his children, yet they all know if they need us, we will always be there for them.

I sighed. Motherhood is a whole lot harder than it's cracked up to be, and yet my children had yet to be born.

When we got home, we had helped the women move out of their then, current accommodations. And move them into their new homes, with the men that would care for them until their very last breaths. Little One mewled at me in complaint.

"I am gonna give you twice your usual milk for a way to say sorry okay Little One?" She mewled at me happily and rubbed her cute fluffy head into my hands. I prepared her bottle and as I did so, I smelt Little One fart. "I am getting it done, please try not to fart. I do need to breathe you know?" I said.

I fed Little One as my mate fed me. He paid for his sons to have a dinner on him. I wanted to just sleep away today. But I was told by Di, that she would take over my job for today, seeing as she knew how knackered I truly was for doing al of that today.

My day after that, pretty much consisted of me relaxing, sleeping and being pampered by Nex. Not that I was complaining.

That night, I was still knackered even though I practically did nothing. But my body still felt drained. Little One was right. Today was a tiring day.

Di came home, told me that she finished what I should be doing and she told me how she cooked and packed them. Keeping to my way of keeping everything organized and packed properly. Today my energy levels were off kilter.

When I slept that night, I felt as if my energy levels were gonna be off kilter until my body gets used to all of the energy output and input. I groaned and slept piece fully on Nex's chest as we lay in bed.