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Desiree

Started by superlurker, December 14, 2021, 12:31:52 AM

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Desiree was a cute girl. Pale blue eyes, black hair, and a gap-toothed grin. She was tearing around the sitting room inspecting everything as I read the letter that had come with the girl.

"Dearest Karl,

First, you must understand, Desiree is not your child. I would not have hidden her from you if it was so. But you were my nicest client, and Desiree cannot return to my family -- they are either dead, extremely bigoted, or living in Vietnam. You paid me well for the girlfriend experience and I felt I did adequately. Now, however, I must ask you to take on the burdens of fatherhood. I entrust Desiree to you knowing that you will take as much care with her as you did with me, and see to it she has the opportunity to live a life free from baser concerns. I know you talked to me about children several times, but you always hesitated to make that kind of commitment. At the end of the day, you struggled with my identity as a whore, and I forgive you for your struggles. I beg, however, that you take care of Desiree as though she were our child.

Within this envelope are additional documents that will assist you with Desiree's care.

Yours always with love,
Marie-Celeste"

I looked back at the six year old ball of energy who noticed me looking and turned to beam at me. Her mother, Marie-Celest, was a French-Vietnamese woman of exceeding beauty. My favorite pastime, really, as I'd spent millions keeping her as a mistress. She shared many of those vaguely exotic features; the slightly tan skin, the epicanthic folds on her eyes, the lithe build. Her father was probably Latinic-European, but it wasn't worth worrying about. I watched the six year old tumble about the room, realizing that having a kid around the mansion was going to take some adjustment. It seems I'd decided to fulfill Marie-Celeste's wish. Desiree Ng would be raised up. Properly.

I considered what that meant as I summoned the butler, James, and explained that Ms. Ng would be staying with us indefinitely and handing him the envelope with the information. I let James know I'd make arrangements for her education for now, not wanting to concern myself with getting her into a school.

As I watched the young girl bounce along after a summoned maid, another staff member hauling her bags behind them, I realized I now had a perfect opportunity. My pharmaceutical company had done extensive research into human enhancement but struggled to get volunteers with parental consent. But now I was Desiree's guardian. I could sign off on it. So I quickly did. I felt it might be a slight betrayal of Marie-Celeste's intent, but if things went as expected, Desiree Ng would be my heir. The most powerful woman in the world. So that would have to mollify my dead lover.

I drew up the course of treatment that very afternoon, and then had a brief discussion with one of our senior doctors about it. She seem somewhat appalled by the extent of what we'd be doing, but signed off on it despite her concerns.

Desiree entered into private studies with a variety of tutors, proving an incredibly intelligent girl, and began the diet, exercise, and supplement regimen required for the upcoming treatments. All she seemed to want in exchange for this was a couple of hours of my time every week, where we'd go do something she wanted to, like get ice cream, go to the park to play, see animals at the zoo. I arranged my schedule around Desiree's needs at a certain point, and on her eighth birthday she was given the first treatment course. Alitonse was designed to promote maximal impact of puberty on a child, an aid for the hormonally-challenged. In our studies, however, we'd noted that taken before the onset of puberty it could promote it and accelerate it. Which it did with Desiree. She hit puberty like a runaway train just before her ninth birthday and stood 5'3" tall on her 11th birthday, completely physically mature and looking every bit like her mother. Beautiful, angular face atop a long, graceful neck. Fine, lithe frame like a prima ballerina, with modest breasts and a very full derriere. Captivating, deep blue eyes that were so unlike her mother's, but the same silky hair pulled back into an endless array of buns, ponytails, and braids. She weighed 96 pounds.

Now, I authorized the full spectrum of enhancement drugs. I would turn Desiree into the perfect heir. Her intellect, her physique, her coordination, her flexibility, her beauty. They were all being enhanced.

Desiree at 12 was an exceptional human being. She'd shot up to 138 pounds, all of the additional weight being muscle and breast tissue. She won her IFBB figure card without any problems, soundly thrashing women twice and thrice her age. She'd completed her Ph.D. in Biochemistry and started in on another in Business. She still demanded her "Daddy Time," and I acquiesced with pleasure. Despite her young age she was great company. And while we spent more and more time on activities that would strike one as date-like, I never minded. Although I did have to have some of my staff enhanced to keep up with the girl.

The head maid, 48-year old divorcee Carolina Rivera, quickly became my bed companion of choice after flexing her 23 inch pythons while lifting my French Mahogany desk up to clean under it. She was an absolute beast in the gym, forcing the staff into a full-scale fitness program to go with their new drug-enhanced physiques. I don't know when the Puerto Rican sex machine slept, but she was hard at work at least twenty hours a day. It didn't take long for Desiree to walk in on us having sex, with Carolina bent over my desk, and to her credit my Latina lover gathered herself quickly and went after Desiree to talk to her about things. I rewarded her with even larger doses of the drugs.

At 13 Desiree was 192 of rock hard muscle and big, taut tit. She'd given up regular clothing and wore nothing but bathing suits, athletic clothing, or athleisure wear. Her 21" biceps and rock hard glutes had helped her claim a Physique pro card. Daddy Time was now almost exclusively dating activities; quiet dinners at exclusive restaurants, romantic weekend outings to the Adriatic, scary movies where Desiree could smash her very adult body up against mine. She finished her third year of law school and claimed her JD, first in her class by a large margin, and recruited heavily by all of the white shoes.

Shortly before her 14th birthday Desiree found me sandwiched between Carolina and Paulina, a pneumatic Polish girl whose enhanced assets could put the figurative pumpkin in pumpkin spice. She walked right up despite our nakedness and said "Daddy, I want to move to Kentucky and get married for my birthday." She was pushing 265 pounds now, incapable of fitting in anything that wasn't mostly spandex or custom-tailored. Aside from her super massive tits, Desiree outclassed Paulina in every way. Even Carolina was struggling to stay ahead of the girl, her own 312 pound frame sporting an otherwise world-beating physique was threatened with losing out to the dimpled dynamo at the end of the bed.

"Sure baby, whatever you want," I told her as Paulina and Carolina continued to work on my cock.

We moved into a palatial home in Kentucky, outside one of the cities. It wasn't important to me. Desiree hired a new staff from the locals. On her fourteenth birthday we went down to the court house and were married by the justice of the peace. My daughter, my heir, and now my wife, Desiree was positively glowing. She dove back into medical school while I dove into enhancing the staff she'd hired. Ugly, overweight, generally unattractive and uneducated. I put them all on the full array of drugs, unable to wait to see how they'd respond. I also quietly moved Carolina and Paulina down. Desiree responded well to challenges. I wanted her to be her very best.


Ddraig

Exelente, esperando por mas

Jeremy Lightning

Really like these kinds of stories, prodigies are one of my favorite story elements, and Desiree is right up there with my favorite prodigy stories. I look forward to more! k+!
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Great stories about strong and muscular women and girls, hope you enjoy!

wowser1016

The start sounds like a very interesting story is incoming. I am eager to see it happen although  I hope we hear some more about Carolina and Paulina while Desiree is progressing. K+!

Kilyaeden

Interesting premise gonna be keeping an eye on this one. The precocious child prodigy is a nice fit for an FMG story; the whole "this 14 years old girl I adopted and molded into a perfect human has romantic feelings for me " still feels a bit groomy but I'm willing to give it the benefit of the doubt and see where it goes.

Japagreipe

Interesting premise. I like that she's getting enhanced in every aspect, not just strength. Will definitely keep an eye on this.