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Suiting Up (Charley's Story, Chapter 11)


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I spent the next week working with Winter to drill down into the Vault-Tec proprietary catalogue. She had a knack for hacking into these systems, and in the process we came up with a lot of ideas for using some of the other Workshop options in unconventional ways. When spring came along, I was pretty confident that I could set up all my new neighbors with pretty comfortable housing in Sanctuary Hills. Indeed, this took care of a key problem with defending the settlement - one person just isn't enough.

 

Unfortunately, that was all going to have to wait, because we kept running into roadblocks on the vault's Workshop. In many ways, it was the same problem I had in Sanctuary Hills, just on a larger scale: I couldn't get power from the vault's reactor into any Robco brand wired devices. Winter found references to a wall adapter, but we couldn't find that part anywhere in the catalogue. If it existed, it was walled off behind some kind of access control. We did have wireless power inside the finished part of the vault, which was very good in its own right, but if we couldn't work past the wiring issue, we couldn't do much with the cavern. 

 

One breakthrough we did have was with the Neural Sentry. Winter used it through the whole week, and she confirmed that it did seem to be working - she was consistently feeling satisfied with smaller portions than the others, she wasn't getting nearly as many mopey spells when she worked in the gloomy farm for more than a few days, and she felt a lot more motivated to work out and generally keep busy. After struggling with some initial misgivings, I had the Workshop spit out one for me and started using it. True enough, I quickly started to feel the same effects that Winter had reported. While I was at it, I finally stopped procrastinating and fabricated a new pair of gloves for my suit - my original pair had got damaged during my escape and I'd discarded them long ago. 

 

As I pulled them on, Winter pointed to the stainless-steel rings set into the wrists, identical to the ones at the ankles of the boots.

 

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"What are those rings for, anyway? Do they connect to equipment, like your Pip-Boy?" she asked. Absent mindedly, I noticed that her mound was still completely bare - but didn't show any signs of razor burn. She'd got the hang of trimming herself pretty quickly.

 

"Sort of," I agreed. "The Pip-Boy does secure to the ring, but they also work for attaching to furniture."

 

"I don't get it," she said, furrowing her brow in confusion.

 

"Well, this was a research vault, and sometimes the tests or operations could be uncomfortable - or you might just need someone to stay still, like if they got hurt and they're waiting for treatment. The rings can attach to the chairs, to the bed in the clinic, the ankles even attach to the bar at the bottom of these benches," I said, pointing. "That last feature is handy for security, if they need to keep someone from leaving the scene but don't want to go through the trouble of putting them in a jail cell."

 

She nodded then, "I get it. So the suit is like a fully integrated part of the vault itself. That's smart design."

 

I smirked a bit as she said it. I mean, it was smart design, but it wasn't for some altruistic purpose. It was mostly to keep people restrained while they got subjected against their will to experiments. In fact, it makes me wonder why all the suits had them, as opposed to just the 'residents,' and by that I mean victims. That rumination brought me to an important place in my thoughts, however. It was right then that I decided that in this world, the restraining rings were smart design, they were an integrated part of the vault's systems, they were a feature to benefit everyone. It was my first step, I think, in really appropriating Vault 111 as my own. Of achieving some degree of reparation by making their property my own.

 

"Oh," speaking in smart design, "I've been reading up more on that power suit. And it is a power suit. It's a lot lighter and more compact than the ones you see around here, and its a totally different system. But it has a jet pack, radiation filters, built in medical system, and almost unlimited battery life - no replacing fusion cores."

 

That exceeded my wildest expectations, and I congratulated Winter for her hard work. "Do your parents know you're this bright?" I asked. 

 

She shrugged off the compliment with a bit of a smirk. "I think they wish I wasn't. It's more Aunt Holly, but mom and dad too are always worried that I'm going to get myself into trouble. They're still mad about the vault suit, by the way."

 

I groaned at that. "I really need to talk with them. If we're going to be here for months, they need to seriously consider using the Neural Sentry to help with the rationing, and that means getting over their hangups about the suits."

 

"Thanks," Winter said, but she quickly moved back to the power suit. "Thing is, there's a lot of weird stuff in that manual, too. It almost sounds like you need a trained doctor to help someone put it on. Like air filter? It has a tube - two tubes actually - that go down your throat. The manual has instructions for putting it on but it sounds really uncomfortable."

 

I nodded slowly, considering that. It kind of made sense that a suit that was so compact would have some intrusive plumbing, but I didn't know how I felt about swallowing tubes like that. "How would I talk?" I thought out loud.

 

Winter had an answer. "The tubes press against your... la..." she glanced down at the now-dogeared book, flipping to a page that she seemed to know by heart. "Larynx. They press against your larynx and can tell when you're trying to talk, then it plays your voice out the loudspeaker. You can apparently even talk if you have to hold your breath, like if there's poison gas or something."

 

"That's..." I though for a moment, "that's pretty remarkable. Kind of makes up for the discomfort of putting it on."

 

"Yeah, that's what I'm seeing over and over here. This has all kinds of uncomfortable bits, but each one has a good reason. Though some of them I'm not so sure about. Like, this one..."

 

She flipped through some more pages until she found what she was looking for, then started reading.

 

"Ahem," she cleared her throat, "scientific studies prove that individuals with a full bladder are more attentive and have faster reaction times, similar to the benefits of mindfulness training. The waste management system only allows urination if the content of the operator's bladder exceeds 400 milliliters. Armorers much ensure that the Foley balloon is fully inflated to avoid leakage during deployed operations."

 

"I... don't know what three quarters of that means."

 

"Neither do I," Winter giggled, "but it sounds like it uses your, um, piss to make you super alert. Come on, let me show you the other parts, I think I've almost got it figured out."

 

Winter led me to a workspace where she laid out the different pieces of the armor. The first few parts were pretty obvious - long gauntlets and boots, along with a load-bearing frame of some sort, and finally a fully enclosed helmet.

 

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"I'm still kind of puzzling out the procedure for getting the helmet open, it's practically a puzzle in its own right, but you can see the main armor here - inside the load bearing frame there's a compartment with the, um, they called it the body sock. Its flexible and acts like a hazmat suit for the parts the armor doesn't cover. But as you can see when it's in storage all these parts lock together for storage."

 

Incidental to this, you may have noticed that I have hair again. It was starting to grow in pretty fast now, which I appreciated - I don't like the way I looked with my head shaved, and while this was still way too short for my taste it was a step in the right direction. The jury was still out on the color of my body hair though - it wasn't breaking out quite so fast and the short tufts were still kind of dark. 

 

"How do I take this apart?" I asked, pointing to the bundle of armor sections. "Do I need to get special tools?"

 

"Yes and no," Winter answered, pointing towards a bunch with more parts on it, "it came with all the extra equipment you need. I think you'll need someone to help you take it on and off, but other than that you've got whatever you need."

 

"Sounds like maybe we should take it for a test run," I suggested.

 

Winter grinned. "That's what I was thinking too. Feeling up for it?"

 

I shrugged at the suggestion. Honestly, I was starting to get a little stir crazy down here in the vault. Venturing outside might let me blow off some steam and also get practice using the suit so I wouldn't be totally green if an actual emergency came up.

 

At length I said, "sure, that sounds good. But what about the other parts over there?" 

 

Winter nodded. "those are all the parts that go on after the main armor. Take a look," she said, leading me over to the bench.

 

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"Okay," I said, "the backpack is pretty obvious. What's the rest of this?"

 

"Yeah, that's the jet pack. I'm not sure how to work it yet, but I'll figure it out eventually. On the right there is the air and water filter. You have to swallow those two tubes... there's a whole process but the manual goes through it step by step. No worries there. Then on the left, that's the connectors for the medical system. They hook up to a reservoir on the backpack and inject chems when you need them. Stimpack, Rad-X, Radaway, even something called, um," she referred to the manual, "bioaccelerant fuel. Never heard of that one."

 

It didn't take a rocket scientist to notice the part she was leaving out.

 

"And where, Winter," I asked slowly, "do these connectors go?"

 

She grimmaced sheepishly, "ah, probably right where you're guessing. But don't worry! I'll help you put them on. The manual explains what the armorer has to do. By the way, do you have any surgical lubricant in the clinic?"

 

Assuming the Vault-Tec staff didn't take it with them when they evacuated however long ago, I was certain we'd find no shortage of that. But I was suddenly having some second thoughts about trying out the armor. It sounded like putting on the equipment was going to be really uncomfortable. Shooing me forward, Winter led me to the clinic.

 

"OK, go ahead and get undressed, I'll be back in a second with the parts. And get out that lubricant while you're at it."

 

"Do your parents know you're doing this?" I asked in a playful tone.

 

"Pfft, what do you think?"

 

A few minutes later, I'd found the lube and Winter was back with the armor pieces. 

 

"First things first," she said, glancing at the manual, "the medical equipment. Go ahead and, um," she started reading from the manual verbatim, "lie face down, knees slightly spread, posterior raised at a 45 degree or greater angle. Cross wrists and place on tailbone."

 

I obeyed, commenting, "that's rather specific."

 

"Yeah, its very helpful. This is supposed to be the optimal position for inserting the equipment. Now stay still, I got this."

 

Ignoring the voice of reason telling me this was a bad idea, I waited while, outside my vision, Winter squirted out some lube with a dull raspberry. After a few moments more, I could hear her crouch down behind me.

 

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"Okay, this might be cold, so don't be surprised." Giving me little time to argue, she matter-of-factly stuck a finger in my asshole, all the way to the knuckle. "Oh, that's easier than I expected. That lubricant really helps. I won't push as hard next time." 

 

I heard a rustling of pages, then felt her finger sliding in and out in a circular pattern, pushing outward from the point of insertion each time. After a while, I was pretty sure I felt a second finger join it. Then I felt something very cold enter me. 

 

"Great, the retractor is in, now just try to relax and don't squeeze against it." I could hear a soft chatter of metal teeth as Winter operated the device. I couldn't see it, but I imagined something like the handle on a cheese grater, going round and round. With each whispered click, metal prongs were spreading my anus open wider and wider. At last, I heard a more pronounced clack.

 

"Well done, you got all the way to sixty-five millimeters. I knew you could do it."

 

"Ugh," I groaned, "this is really uncomfortable, Winter."

 

"Yeah, I know, but we're almost done. Here, I'm going to put in the connector now. I could feel something bulbous sliding past the retractor and into my rectum. "OK, let me make sure the safety flange is seated... yep... here we go!" With a snap, the retractor released its pressure and Winter pulled it out in a smooth motion. My ass only partly closed though as my anus slid into a prepared slot at the bottom of the probe.

 

"Ah," I complained, "how big is that thing?" 

 

"Um... hang on." More rustling. "fifty-seven millimeters." 

 

"That's two and a quarter inches! No wonder if feels too big!"

 

"The last ball is actually 65mm, just like the retractor, but that's inside now. It keeps it from popping out, I think."

 

"You aren't reassuring me, Winter," I pointed out.

 

"Trust me, this is worth it. The rear connector injects chems directly into your colon. It says they absorb, um, 'three times faster than the oral route and without the risks associated with the intravenous route.' That means you can take rad meds as soon as you realize there's a risk instead of having to dose beforehand, and you'll never get an infection from a bad stimpack stick."

 

Right about that point, I started to suspect I'd created a monster by chipping away at Winter's inhibitions. Though... this was a kind of sudden shift. Did the Neural Sentry have something to do with this? Did it have something to do with the way I was casually letting her put a greased log up my ass? Before I could contemplate that further, she tugged at my wrists.

 

"Alright, time to get up. In the chair, please, same position you had me in when you shaved my butt. I'm supposed to use stirrups but I didn't see anything like that."

 

Acquiescing, I walked - waddled really - bow-legged over to the chair before plopping down and opening up my legs.

 

"Now this is the easy one," she said, "I've already got it good and lubed up, so it'll go right in."

 

Without further preamble, Winter took the other probe, which vaguely resembled a Nuka-Cola bottle, and aligned it with the mouth of my pussy. She hadn't lied about having it well lubed, and despite its wide tip it slid in without too much trouble. Two thirds of the way in, the body flared out a bit and encountered some resistance. Winter gave it a solid push and it leapt the rest of the way in, leaving me feeling like I'd been punched in the gut.

 

"Ow, that..." I started.

 

"Hang on... crap. I'm sorry, Charley, but I didn't get it lined up right. Hang on a sec..."

 

Winter pulled back on the probe, just far enough that its widest part was lodged at the opening of my vagina, waggled it a little bit, then slid it right in.

 

"There we go. OK, green light, check, twist, and..."

 

"OW!" I shouted as a sharp pain  stuck in my belly.

 

Winter winced, "sorry, sorry, I forgot the first step. But you should be OK, its optional."

 

"First... step...?" I ground out between clenched teeth.

 

"I forgot to, um, how did the manual put it?" rustle, rustle, "here is is. 'Optional: apply topical anesthetic in a circular pattern to the cervical opening to reduce discomfort associated with hormonal sensor deployment.' Basically, I was supposed to put this swab..."

 

"I... understand... what... it says," I growled. "What did you just do?"

 

"Oh? That? So the front connector has, um, 'hormonal effusers for mood regulation and performance enhancement. Hormone release is through the vaginal route, while a 75mm intercervical probe measures body chemistry in real time.' So in other words, its like the Neural Sentry, but on the inside, and with better sensors."

 

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I rolled my eyes. "Are we done yet?"

 

"Almost," she concurred, then clarified, "well, half way. But first I need you to stand up for a second and put on the body sock."

 

Doing my best to not wince at the large foreign bodies inside of me, I stood up and with some help from Winter stepped into the black garment. It was cool to the touch, and very smooth. It actually felt rather nice. I got my legs into it first, then pulled it up from there. Winter stopped me when it was up to my navel.

 

"That's far enough so far. We need to get the pelvic guard on, now," she said, pointing to a metal piece with a few tubes hanging off of it. "OK, first we need to connect the waste management system." Rubbing lube on a rather large looking tube, she parted my inner lips and pressed it against what I realized was my pee hole. After a moment of resistance, it slid in, and I realized the tube was subtly ribbed, each one causing another moment of resistance followed by a sudden move forward.

 

"And... alright, that's up to the line. Let me just twist this and... see, now you're hooked in. No problem."

 

"You say no problem, I'm going to have you wear the armor next time, so I can get your opinion."

 

She paused to consider that, I could swear I saw a little bit of a blush go into her face. It seemed perhaps my threat wasn't all that effective.

 

"That sounds like a smart idea," she agreed after a second more of though. But for now, let's get the neurofeedback sensor seated so we can lock on the protector. Hmm..."

 

"Hmm?"

 

"Well, it's just that your, um," she poked at my hood.

 

"My clitoris?" I suggested.

 

"Yeah! Your clitoris. I think its too big. Actually, wow, its like you've got a little dick in there, don't you? Is that normal? Is that healthy?"

 

I glanced down, and it was true enough. Vault-Tec had done an experiment where they injected human growth hormone into my clitoris and the little thing had grown quite a bit. Not just the outside part that Winter could see, but the inner parts as well. Something I was being constantly reminded of now from the pressure of the vaginal probe.

 

"Yes, it's healthy. Is this going to be a problem?" I asked. 

 

"Mmm... maybe. Let me check..." Winter rifled through her manual - for sure, it was her manual now - with a growing look of frustration. Then something dawned on her and she flipped to a much less dog-eared session.

 

"Okay, what's the procedure for... yeah, I think that'll work. 'Step one,'" she read as she opened up a small box on the desk. "Hmm, 'secure the operator in place with penile retention cage. For uncircumcised operators, first retract the foreskin using the the dermastat included in male operator adapter kit.' Alright, I guess we can use that to pull back your hood..." she talked to herself as she retrieved what looked like a tweezer's older and stronger cousin. She slipped one pad between my hood and my clit, then pinched down. The tweezers didn't open back up when she released her grip, and they had a small weight on the other side. As Winter pulled it back, my clit came free of its cover and stayed there, the dermastat preventing my skin from springing back.

 

"That looks great and... wow, it really is like a little dick head, isn't it." Adopting a teasing voice, she asked, "should I kiss it to make this easier?"

 

"No," I protested, "definitely not. You can kiss it all you like when I don't have a kitchen's work of appliances stuffed in my holes."

 

She giggled at that, then went back to reading. "OK. 'place the penile retention cage over the glans and push back until it lies flush against the body. Test waste removal system flow to confirm the catheter is unimpeded.' Well, that part won't be a problem for you at least. Now, where's that cage?"

 

Winter looked through her little toolbox until she retrieved a small plastic dome, which she pressed over my clitoris and squeezed it against my body. "And then we, 'adjust the elastic retaining strap until the cage cannot be pulled away from the body. The strap will automatically release when the pelvic protector locks in place.' So let's pull this little tab, until..."

 

I gasped as I felt a tight squeeze around the base of my clit. It was similar to the time when Vault-Tec had attached a small alligator clip for electro-shock treatment, but - I had to confess - much more pleasant. I could feel the head of my clit start to swell up and push against the cage as blood rushed in but couldn't escape. Winter gave a couple of tentative tugs on the cage, eliciting another gasp each time, until she was satisfied that the appliance was locked in place. I was actually pretty aroused at this point, despite the discomfort, and I suspected that if I wasn't plugged up tight, I'd be dripping on the chair.

 

Winter picked up the metal armor bit then and reached for something on the underside. With a twist, she removed something that looked like a miniature version of one of those robot claw toys. Putting it aside, she fished out another part, that looked more like a mirror of the cage, though made of metal, and inserted it into the protector. "Alright, that's the adapter, lets' get you armored up!"

 

Holding a button, the catheter started to retract into the metal housing, pulling armor closer and closer to my body until it was almost touching. Winter made a few adjustments, seated two holes on the bottom with the exterior parts of the two probes, then pushed it forward until I could feel cold metal pressing through the slats in the cage and touching my swolen clit. Winter gave each prove a twist, and I could feel a little thump as something connected within the protector. At the same time, I felt the pressure at the base of my clitoris subside as the elastic piece relaxed. At the last minute, Winter realized she'd forgotten to remove the dermastat and slipped that out from beneath the armor as she made the final adjustments.

 

She glanced back at the manual then, and chuckled. "Oh, you missed out on the real fun. The next step on the male adaptation guide involves pulling their balls through the front hole and locking them into an extra piece of armor. Then, well, here's what it says: 'attach hormone monitoring probe directly into the body of each testus in a top to bottom motion, ensuring it does not overpenetrate. If required, add a retention washer to ensure a snug fit. Attach hormone injection unit to caput epidydimus from front to back in a downward diagonal course. Verify correct seating by ultrasound prior to installation of armor cap.' I don't know what most of that means, but I'm pretty sure it involves sticking needles in the guy's balls."

 

"Well," I said, "add that to my list of reasons I'm glad I'm not a man. Are we done yet? Please say we are?"

 

"Bottom half's all done," Winter confirmed cheerfully. "Now we just need to insert the, um, 'lymphomammary probes' and we can close up the suit."

 

"Do I want to know what that means?" I asked.

 

"Ah... probably not. Here, stand up and put your hands over your head. Yes, just like that. Other one too."

 

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"Nowww..." Winter picked up what looked like an old-fashioned knitting needle from her tool tray, then walked behind me. I could feel something cold against my armpit and smelled alcohol. "OK, try to keep still. This is going to pinch."

 

True to her word, I felt a momentary pain under my arm - a pain that continued to travel deeper into my body. "What... ah! That hurts!"

 

"Hang on." rustle, rustle, "Alright, 'for first installation, guide the probe from axillary lymph canal into the pectoral-mammary region. Ensure the probe remains aligned until seated directly behind the nipple. Confirm position by ultrasound or digital inspection.' I think that means with my finger."

 

"I don't care! This huuuurts!" I howled as she jammed the thing deeper into me. Then it paused for a moment, and Winter reached around to squeeze and grope my breast.

 

"Almost there, hold on. Um, sorry, this last part is going to hurt again." She twisted again, and a searing pain shot through my nipple. Then, with a swish, she pulled the metal probe back out of me, leaving behind a thin wire protruding from my armpit.

 

"What the actual fuck was that, Winter?" I demanded.

 

"Here, this is it: 'the lympomammary probe monitors the lymphatic system for signs of infection or radiological exposure, and interfaces with the biofuel collection apparatus to stimulate production.' So I think it lets the suit know if you're getting sick. Alright, other side now. Bear with me just a little longer."

 

If I hadn't gone that far already, I would have walked out (or at least, shuffled) at this point, but I sighed and let her repeat the poking on the other side.

 

"All done! Let's pull the suit up the rest of the way now!" Winter helped me get the body sock over my shoulders, then shifted the front so two metal contacts were right over my nipples. They kind of slipped in place right at the end, like a magnet hopping to a metal surface.

 

"Now just put on the gloves and boots, and you're nearly done!"

 

With those parts on, the whole suit seemed to tighten up, becoming more and more snug. Winter helped me slip an armored neck protector down over the top, then connected some wires in the back. When the last wire went in, three things happened: the suit very noticeably tightened again, almost becoming like a second skin. My nipples hurt again as they crushed up against the metal contacts. And the whole body sock took on a shimmery, almost liquid look.

 

"It's working!" Winter announced, "you're powered on! Take a walk around section, tell me how it feels."

 

I obeyed, and I had to admit, it wasn't bad. With everything on tight, the sense of being bloated was gone. Instead, it was more like... a sense that everything was held firmly in place. Like everything was stable. I still felt extremely hot under the proverbial collar, doubly so because the adapter for the cage on my clit felt... odd. Chilly but also light it was in contact with a very, very weak electric current. Come to think of it, I kind of felt the same think under my arms. It must have been the suit's sensors doing there thing, but it was going to take some getting used to. 

 

That's exactly what I told Winter, and that got a laugh from her. 

 

"Well, you're finished for now. I need to figure out a couple things on the helmet that're unclear, so for now you're going to have to go with your head uncovered. Let's hook up the jet pack though. Even though the jets aren't operational yet, it also has the drug reservoirs for the medical system, and you definitely want that." 

 

I agreed, and I followed her back to where she had the backpack laid out on a table. As it turned out, of all the steps in this absurd process, mounting the backpack was the easiest part by far. It hooked right into the load bearing frame, and then Winter ran a hose from the backpack to an intake port on the rear end - no pun intended - of the huge butt plug that styled itself a medical adapter.

 

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"And you are officially a power armor operator," Winter said with a smile. "Ready to try it out in the wild? Even without the helmet, you should have no problem operating in the cold now."

 

"I really want to lie down and take a nap," I admitted.

 

Winter winked at me. "You can, if you want, but then we have to get you out of the armor first. Though... actually, I don't know. I bet you probably could sleep in it. Give it a try when you get the chance, maybe. But seriously, how about you take a jog down to Abernathy Farm and see if they have any spare produce they'll trade for. It's a long enough walk to test the suit, but not so far that if you get in trouble you can't run back home."

 

Visiting the Abernathys sounded like as good an idea as any, and after making sure I clearly understood the route, I set off into a sunny winter morning, bound south-southeast towards the high-tension tower that sheltered those farmers' little fort.

 

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Haha - what a wonderful text.
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When I installed this suit mod for myself more than a year ago...
..I already had a big grin on my face when I discovered the extensive "inner workings".
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Yes, how do you get all this "dressed"?
Not possible without outside help...

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