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Expanding Boundaries (Charley's Story, Chapter 14)


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"So Fred, explain to me - why haven't you got rid of that grody hat?" I asked. "Don't we have something better in the catalogue?"

 

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Fred shrugged noncommittally. Over the past two weeks, he'd gotten used to the vault suit. Now I almost never saw him trip over the high heels, and it seemed like he'd got the belts and straps seated comfortably enough that he wasn't pausing to adjust things from time to time. He also seemed to have given up on finding pants to wear over the suit, which I noted with silent interest. It was a fact that might bear well on my thoughts about a more uniform dress code in the future.

 

"I don't know if you've seen, Charley, but I don't have a lot of hair up there. It's... kind of embarrassing."

 

That got a little laugh out of me, him saying that while his junk was hanging free in the suit. In the end, Fred was the only one who wore the suit like it was intended to. Stef and Holly had of course put together full outfits that met their comfort level, and Stef's laser-like gaze kept Winter firmly ensconced in her bathing suit. But Fred? He'd tried making some blue jeans, but he he could never quite get one to fit right over the suit. I think, to be honest, he just gave up at some point, because I'm sure there had to be something that would fit in the catalogue.

 

But I didn't find that as surprising as I think I should have. I hadn't been able to use the Neural Sentry while I was wrapped up in the power suit, and I'd noticed a gradual but very noticeable change in all my neighbors. In a lot of ways, it mimicked the changes I'd seen earlier in Winter - everyone was getting more open, more touchy-feely, more quick to laugh, and also faster to try new things. Stef was still definitely the least happy of the bunch, but even her glowering had toned down quite a bit compared to the day of our 'family meeting.' 

 

I made a mental note to look into the computer-controlled parts of the Neural Sentry. I still didn't have any way to directly access the computer core, but Winter had been working on figuring out the Overseer's terminal. I'd taken the Overseer's office as my personal living space, and early on I'd discovered that the terminal still seemed to be operational - but all I could do on it was read the last Overseer's logs. I'm pretty certain there is a lot more functionality hidden away, but I had no idea how to get at it. 

 

In any event, while Winter tried to puzzle out those secrets, I found myself returning to the surface more than once. I'd already bagged several Radstags that Fred and Stef butchered for meat, but I wanted to head a little further afield. When I was going to Cambridge to check out the lab, I'd noticed an exit sign for what appeared to be a truck yard for some sort of delivery or logistics company. I wanted to check it out to see if I could find some useful salvage for our little hideout. 

 

I probably could have made the trip equipped as I was, but Winter stopped me and reminded me that she'd finally got the helmet for the power suit figured out. I hesitated a bit, remembering the rather wild process of putting on the rest of the suit, but she stopped me before I could get on a roll.

 

"You're picking up microdoses of rads every time you go out," she explained. "Even more with all the snow on the ground, since it's probably got some fallout suspended in it. The helmet will turn the suit into a fully sealed system and protect you much better." 

 

"Fine," I groaned, "how do I put it on?"

 

Winter twisted several latches on the outside of the helmet, and it clamshelled open, revealing an interior with a number of flat display panels, microphones, and annunciator light. She helped me seat the neck piece into the collar of my suit, then step by step re-closed the helmet.

 

"OK," she said, "almost done. See that raised area there? Put your mouth around it. Go ahead and sink your teeth right in, it should soft and gummy the first time. It'll work like a mouth guard and protect your teeth and jaws from getting damaged by impacts."

 

I followed her instructions, stretching my jaw almost to the point of discomfort before I bit down firmly. With that done, Winter closed the helmet shell back up and reengaged the latches. For just a moment, I was in darkness, then the display came to life. At first it was just an indistinct glow, but as the screens warmed up I quickly found myself able to see the outside world as if I were looking through a clear glass faceplate.

 

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"Mmmfm, fffmfm" I tried to say, but the mouth guard was keeping me from being able to speak intelligibly. Winter frowned, then I could see a dawning realization in her eyes.

 

"Oh, crap. Sorry Charley, I forgot the air filter. Just a second..." She retrieved the twin-tubed air filter unit she'd shown me when we first looked at the suit, offering the longer of the two tubes.

 

"Alright, let's get you set up." She started to feed the first tube into the hole at the front of the helmet. "You're going to feel a strong urge to cough right about... now" she said, as I gagged a little. "Three more inches and... OK, deep breath in!" 

 

Somehow, I managed to obey, and I felt a very wrong feeling sensation as the air filter tub entered my trachea. Any fear about suffocation quickly faded though as cool air freely entered my lungs through the filter.

 

"OK, and now the water filter. By the way, you can use this for food, too, in small amounts. There's a small port on the front - if you open it and put anything edible in it, the filter will puree it and add it to the feeding tube."

 

I felt another tube entering my mouth. "Speaking in which, this is the feeding tube now. On the count of three, I need you to swallow, like you've got a big mouthful of food. OK? One..."

 

I could feel the thick tube starting to slide down my throat. It was smooth and well lubricated, but it was still uncomfortable. "Two... and.... three!"

 

Winter pressed firmly then, and I swallowed, following her instructions. A moment later, and both tubes started pushing deeper into my body. Then I heard a click and a little hiss, and Winter pulled her hands back.

 

"Great work, Charley, try talking now."

 

"Uhh, ah, oh that feels gross. There's got to be a better way to do this," I complained. It was such a weird sensation - actually kind of hard to describe. My mouth and lips couldn't form the shapes they were supposed to, and now that the air filter was snapped in place my tongue couldn't really move either. And yet, just like the manual promised, the throat tubes were picking up the vibrations in my voicebox and feeding the sound to a speaker. My voice came out tinny and robotic at first, but very quickly it tuned in on my natural voice.

 

"That's... pretty incredible," I confessed. 

 

"What's pretty incredible?" Holly asked as she approached my office from the direction of the power plant. She stopped then and considered me. "Oh, I see. So Winter finally figured it out."

 

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"She did," I agreed. "How's the sound? Can you hear me clearly?"

 

Winter's aunt smiled. "Very clearly. That's a really impressive piece of equipment you have there. And you can see everything outside? I don't see any kind of opening for your eyes."

 

"Yeah, crystal clear, in fact. I don't even need my glasses when I have the helmet on. There must be very small sensors all over the helmet that feed into the inside."

 

She thought on that for a second, before agreeing, "that makes sense. By the way, if you don't mind me asking, I haven't see you out of that suit in a couple weeks now. How do you, you know, take care of your business?"

 

"To tell you the truth," I admitted, "I'm not sure. The suit has a waste management system, but what it does with the um, waste, I'm not sure."

 

Winter chimed in, "I was reading about that. Most of it gets sterilized and then evaporated out though pores in the suit. Some of the residual chemicals get retained to keep the suit running. And a fraction of the liquids get turned into a saline solution that the medical reservoir stores."

 

Holly wrinkled her nose. "Winter, do you mean she's sweating out shit? Isn't that a heath hazard?"

 

"No, not like that. Everything gets processed chemically before it gets released - its totally inert. It's just a trickle of nitrogen, ammonia, and carbon dioxide gas, and a fine dust of iron and other excess solids. Completely harmless, and odorless by design. In a few months we'll need to rinse the system to keep it from getting gummed up, but for now Charley's got nothing to worry about."

 

Holly slowly shook her head. "I don't know, Winter. That sounds really... weird. Maybe Charley should spend more time out of the suit."

 

"Honestly, that's not a bad idea. The suit does a lot of the work for Charley when she's moving around, so kicking it off when she's not working outside will give her more of an opportunity to work out and build up her muscles. What do you think of that, Charley? Want to get out the suit when you come back from this outing?"

 

I thought about that. "Would you have to tear down the whole system? Remove all the implanted parts?"

 

"Most of them," she agreed. "We could leave in the lymph node monitors, they're designed to stay in, but the plumbing should all come out. That's good though, it'll get your body trained for easily putting those parts in and out, and you'll start to be able to get suited up faster. Eventually you might even be able to do it on your own without my help."

 

"OK," I said, "that makes sense. After I scout out the truck park, you'll have to help peel me out of this."

 

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The elevator brought me to the surface just at the transition from dawn into full morning. It was December 9th, and the sensors on my suit reported the outside air was cold and windy, with low humidity. Fully suited up, I couldn't feel the chill at all, a fact I was quite happy about, and I followed the river north until I approached my target. After a quick scouting of the perimeter, I found a few breaks in the security fence on the north side, and forded my way across a brook to get in. 

 

The lockup was quiet, without any obvious signs of habitation. Still, I took a cautious approach and looked for any signs of danger. The first cause for concern was actually environmental - sloppily stored and corroded barrels with radioactive waste decals fast confirmed the wisdom in getting suited up for this visit. But not long after, I saw signs of a more active threat: Ghouls. As quietly as I could, I unslung my shotgun and crept towards the zombie-like creature. Holly had told me about non-ferals by this point, and so I didn't fire preemptively. That said, my greeting was met with mindless growls and shrieks, and that told me I had little choice but to attack.

 

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The Ghoul was quick on his feet, sprinting towards me from a dead stop and nearly dodging the first load of buckshot. I remembered my experience with the glowing Ghoul back in the lab and aimed my second shot at his leg. It blew the limb clean off, but not before the monster tackled me and landed a series of heavy punches to my face and abdomen. I swooned for a moment, and a strobing message flashed over my screen: cranial trauma detected, administering stimpack.

 

I felt my belly distend slightly as the medical system flooded my colon with stimulants and healing accelerants suspended in saline solution, and almost immediately the haze in my mind cleared. With my strength restored, I threw the Ghoul off my chest and rolled to my feet, pummeling him repeatedly in the head with the butt of my shotgun until his skull collapsed with a wet crunch. I reloaded then, and dashed for cover in the large shed that dominated the yard. As I made my way in and up a set of stairs, I could hear more growling behind me. The first Ghoul had demonstrated that the shotgun was too imprecise for dealing with them, and I switched it out in favor of my 10mm. Fortunately, over the past few weeks I'd found some more ammunition during my scavenging expeditions, but I still planned to do a better job with trigger discipline than with my visit to Cambridge.

 

All told, there were three Ghouls hiding out in the area, and I dispatched the remaining ones with my handgun. I took to searching the area then, but found relatively little for my effort. More Ghouls - this time dead, and some human skeletons littered the site. Based on some of the other signs of habitation I found, it looked like at some point some survivors tried to live here. Whether they turned into Ghouls and eventually went feral, or if the Ghouls invaded the area and killed the inhabitants, I had no idea. I gathered up some quality tools and also a number of useful looking chems, but ultimately had to conclude that the expedition was mostly a failure.

 

Returning to the vault, I handed off the items I'd salvaged to Holly to sort through, then retreated to the clinic. Winter was already there, laying out a small plate of tools and medical supplies and greeting me with a warm smile.

 

"How was your trip?" she asked.

 

I smirked - as much as the mouth guard would let me - beneath the helmet. "Not great. I think I showed up about fifty years too late. There used to be a settlement there, but it was wiped out. Nothing but Ghouls and a handful of supplies. Your aunt's going through them  - but other than a few tools and some chems I think it was a bust."

 

Winter shrugged. "That's alright. You can't always hit the jackpot." She reached up towards my mouth and pressed the release from the air filter. "OK, on three, I need you to breath out as hard as you can." I waited for the count and then did as she said while Winter firmly pulled on the tubes until they emerged from my throat. After a few more motions, she had the helmet opened up and I blinked my eyes under the lights.

 

"By the way," I said, "the medical system triggered automatically. It worked well - got me out of a tight spot."

 

Winter probed my head a bit, saying, "I see that. You've got a little bruise up here, but its already healing up. OK, let's get you out of the rest of the suit." 

 

Step by step, she undressed me - first releasing the arm and leg pieces, then peeling the body sock down step by step. I yelped a little as she released the contact plates over my nipples, and I found slightly to my surprise that they were swollen and a bit red. Rolling down the garment further, she loosened the pelvic protector and started working the plugs loose. The thick ball closest to the base of the butt plug took some work to get out to me, but once it popped loose the rest slid free quickly; likewise, the large unit in my pussy didn't require much work to get out. With the back half loosened, she released the cage over my clit and then started gently tugging on the ribbed catheter that was plugging my bladder.

 

"OK, let's deflate the balloon and... alright... try to keep you... ah!"

 

Winter let out a little squeak of surprise and then rolled into laughter. "Oh, I guess I should have given you more warning. Hey, come on, stop it!"

 

"Wha...?" I looked down to Winter and realized that piss was gushing out of my liberated hole, all over Winter. I tried my best to clamp closed my muscles, but that only bought me some temporary relief as the urge to let it out was just too much. Still, it got Winter the time she needed to get out of the way before I emptied the rest of my bladder onto the clinic floor.

 

"Ah, sorry," I said sheepishly.

 

Winter shook her head, casting droplets of my urine all over, then laughed. She looked down, evidently realizing that most of what I'd let loose had splashed all over her chest, and unlaced then tossed aside her drenched bikini top. 

 

"You all done?" she asked.

 

I nodded, and she finished tugging down the body sock until it was all the way off me. Grabbing a towel from her tool tray, she wiped herself down, then did the same to me and, after a pregnant pause, leaned forward and gave my swollen clit a little peck with her lips.

 

"Hmm, I think you've grown a little," she observed. "But come on, let's get you in a shower... and me too."

 

Winter led me back to my living quarters, provoking an annoyed "Winter! Put some clothes on before your mother sees you!" that must have come from Holly as we made our way there. Once I was in the shower, I reached for the controls, but Winter held me back. 

 

"Hang on, Charley. While you were out I made something with the Workshop that I want you to take a look at."

 

Turning, I found her tightening the belt on a big pink strap-on as a mischievous smile crept over her face.

 

"Why don't you get down on your knees and moisten this up, then lie down for me."

 

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I only hesitated for a moment before I moved to line up my mouth with the rubber cock. Not counting the awkward affection of the Ghouls in Cambridge, I hadn't had cock in... well, probably in many, many years. A passing thought reminded me that I hadn't really been into women before, I that really couldn't compete with my desires. In fact, a woman with a strap-on was just about exactly what I'd been craving since I got defrosted. 

 

Hungrily, I slurped up the dildo, leaving slick trails of drool over it as I thoroughly wetted it before lying back and beckoning Winter close to me. She was obviously kind of new at this, but even though her motions were occasionally awkward, she made up for it with enthusiasm and perseverance. She hammered me hard, keeping her eyes locked on mine the whole time, until I'd more or less melted into a puddle on the floor of the shower. Only after she finished up - and with a few more deep strokes for good measure - Winter finally slowly pulled the cock out of me before standing and turning on the shower. 

 

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I was quite content to just lie there under the warm stream, and I couldn't help but draw the comparison with how Winter must have felt when my own hot fluids splashed all over her. After a few more moments on the floor, I rose to wash myself all over, before leaning close to Winter, who was standing just outside the splash of the water.

 

"Thanks, Winter," I said, "that was exactly what I needed."

 

She laughed, giving one of my breasts a playful squeeze. Somewhat to my surprise, a little milk beaded up along the edge of the swollen nipple. 

 

"Hmm," the young woman observed, "I think we give you a physical tomorrow. I think all the time you spent in the suit may have had some lasting effects on you."

 

Experimentally, I squeezed the other breast and saw that from there too a slender stream of milk dribbled out. 

 

"I think you're right," I said. "Sorry I got your clothes wet," I added hastily.

 

Winter giggled again. "Nonsense, you just gave me an excuse to finally get rid of that stupid swimsuit. So what do you think - should I grow out my bush like yours? I kind of like the look you're getting there."

 

I leaned over and gave her a little kiss. "Do whatever you want, Winter. You'll be gorgeous either way."

 

Behind The Scenes

After a little work in Outfit Studio, my second attempt at the male slave suit came out much better. It still has some mesh intrusion, but I'm pretty confident that if I keep refining it I'll be able to get consistently good results.

 

I also started converting the old 'Muff Fluff' 3D pubic hair mod to be a little more useful. First I converted it from a head part to an equippable non-stripping armor piece. Now I'm in the process of adapting the code from the dyable wig mod to let me get some color matching going on. It's a little crude right now, and some colors aren't working right yet, but I'm making good progress. Stay tuned for Charley being able to have her canonical pubic hair color in the near future.

 

 

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