Curie's Makeover

by thewarlord195

credit to author SamsonHF

Chapter 1: Routine Check-up

Part I ‑ "In the Flesh"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: April 10, 2017

"I will stay with the doctor. Assuming all goes well, I want to be ready for the procedure..."

Those had been the last words CVRIE, colloquially called Curie, had stated to the Sole Survivor the night before, still safely tucked away in the machine's memory banks. It felt like the time spent between them had only been a short journey, but perhaps that was merely a byproduct of her mechanical shell. No doubt the time since their meeting in Vault 81 had felt longer to her human rescuer, and that minor concept only had Curie feeling all the more intrigued by the proposal of entering one of these "synth" bodies. Would it truly bridge the gap between her cybernetic software and the intrinsic hardware of a human being? Would experiences become terribly different? Would it successfully aid her in furthering her medical pursuits, would it provide her the spark she felt she needed to make a real breakthrough for the good of all?

Determined that the theory needed to be put to the test, there Curie found herself: quietly hovering in one corner of Dr. Amari's office, wires and tubes hooked into her mainframe, on the very cusp of potentially experiencing the human condition. The floor was tiled red and white, and the walls were a rather simple brick and mortar. Rather large collections of computer machinery, while individually mundane, together created a light blue panoply a bit beyond what one might expect from a simple doctor's office. Other sections of the office's perimeter were taken up by the usual trappings one might expect, with tables, desks, and cupboards covered and filled with the various tools and texts any respectable doctor could have on hand for any number of a variety of conditions and physiological states. All very thorough and satisfactory, by Curie's standards.

Dr. Amari, that late middle-aged doctor with tanned skin, mousey brown hair done up in a bun, and a difficult to place accent, paid more attention to her computer console than anything or anyone else, going over her machinery's programming one last time in preparation for the consciousness transfer slated to take place. For her part, Curie found it equally difficult to take her visual scanners off of the limp body, reclining in the room's nearby memory lounger. According to the synth who had delivered the body, the mocha-skinned one who had adopted the name "Glory," the vacant synth body, soon to become Curie's new shell, had once been designated G5-19. If the synth had adopted a human name before the failed memory wipe that had left her essentially brain-dead, Glory hadn't divulged it.

With Glory seeming fairly reluctant to speak with her and Dr. Amari having already gone over all of the necessary precautions, Curie didn't have much to occupy her processes, and so, she found herself continually examining the new shell she'd soon find herself inside, idly taking notes. A very interesting platform, indeed. One that, when referenced against the images she had in her data banks, differed radically from the common physical characteristics of female scientists, indeed, from all of history's greatest scientific and medical minds.

To Curie, this was little more than curious discrepancy, although the thought did occur to her: if she did not look like a scientist or a doctor, would she still be respected or trusted as one? The question was quickly dismissed and deleted. Mon dieu, what a silly thing to consider, she nearly instantly determined. The people of the Commonwealth would certainly recognize a woman of learning, when they saw one. If nothing else, she need only introduce herself, and they'd understand she was a benevolent doctor, bound to heal and soothe. The outward shell didn't matter so much as what was carried inside. Still...The synth's body did differ quite thoroughly, something that ultimately became the only observation of particular note.

From...Admittedly only the neck up, the body was unremarkable, from Curie's perspective. This "G5" synth had maintained a short, messy hairstyle, with tousled bangs that hung over her forehead and a deep, black colouration to it all. The eyebrows were thin, the eyelashes were plentiful and thick, the nose was slender and had a gentle slope to it, and the lips looked like they may have been a bit more full than absolutely necessary, but that was strictly a doctor's medical opinion. As far as the potential aesthetic appeal of the plump lips, Curie simply didn't have an opinion. Aesthetics were, quite frankly, beyond the scope of her programming.

Once her visual scanners dropped below the neck, then the discrepancies with her expectations began. Curie couldn't even begin to hazard a hypothesis at what purpose or role G5 had been meant to fulfill, considering her hardware was...Quite unlike any human Curie had previously had the pleasure of meeting. For starters, G5's body seemed inordinately top-heavy, so much so that Curie were already running calculations on how she might need to move to maintain her balance, but thankfully, the body also came with a wide pair of hips. Surely, those would provide stability? None of the medical records or texts she kept on file mentioned their purpose as such, but what else could they possibly be used for?

Perhaps the strangest observation of all was that funny round mound Curie's scanners picked up, right down there at G5's groin. Such a strange sight, to be sure. Curie was far from oblivious to the obvious conclusion: she had witnessed very similar mounds in the trousers of men, and had chalked it up to the perfectly natural anatomical explanation, nothing at all of note. However, this was the first time she had ever seen such a mound in the pants of a woman, and it simply didn't add up from a physiological perspective. Curie felt like asking for clarification from Glory or even the good doctor present, but then a flag in her notes stopped her, pointing out that such a question might be best kept within the confines of a doctor/patient confidentiality agreement.

With G5 lacking all cognition, no such agreement could be created with the intended recipient of the inquiry, and Curie regrettably abandoned the line of questioning. Instead, she turned her scanners to Glory as the synth suddenly broke the lengthy silence that had permeated the room, abruptly remarking "Where is this guy? You made it sound like they'd be here two hours ago." Curie perked up, at least as well as a Mister Handy-like robot could, her three visual sensors lifting up as she answered, in that adorable French accent she had been programmed with, "Forgive me, madame, but I can't help feeling the need to point out that my rescuer was a woman. It might offend to be referred to by the wrong gender, oui?"

Glory's response was curt, to the point, and didn't even so much as involve the briefest flicker of eye contact. With barely a backhand in Curie's direction to show who the response was for, she remarked "Unisex term. They're late." Curie's optic scanners dipped, a subtle display of her analogue to deflated body language. She couldn't help but sound dejected as she pointed out "But, madame Winter knew the procedure would take place, today. She said she'd be here, for it. It doesn't seem right to take this step without her present..." Doctor Amari glanced over at a small clock on a nearby desk, delicately pointing out "Glory's right, Curie. Winter's been running late for some time. It might be best if we simply went on with the procedure, ourselves."

Glory suddenly raised an eyebrow, stopped her pacing, and looked over. "Winter," she repeated, openly curious. Glancing back and forth between Amari and Curie, she added "You never told me Winter was the one who wanted this done." Curie watched Glory raise her eyebrows a little, barely pout out her lower lip, and look downwards. After a moment of thought, the mocha-skinned synth raised a hand, ran a finger through her bangs, that white half-mane of hair of her's, and agreeably enough muttered "That changes things." Curie perked up a little, again. Politely, she asked "How so, madame?" Amari raised an eyebrow, glancing over her shoulder at Glory. Glory gave a nod and, with an earnest expression on her face, remarked "I trust Winter. She's done right, by the Railroad."

Glory put her hands to her hips and dropped her chin, looking down at the floor. She cocked out a hip, waited a few moments in silence, then looked back up, a cool expression on her face. She gave Curie a glance, then set her eyes on Amari and flatly asserted "If Winter thinks it's a good idea for this Miss Nanny to get inside G5's body, then I suppose she has to know what she's talking about. And, in the end...I guess this really is as close to being alive as G5-19's going to get, at this point...It's just going to be strange seeing her up and walking around, again." Doctor Amari gave Glory a compassionate look, gently reminding her "Her personality would have been wiped alongside her memories, regardless, Glory...The only difference in this situation is, G5 will become Curie, and vice versa. And, Curie's aims appear to be noble. After all, she's a medical professional, and the Commonwealth could use mo-"

Glory briefly shut her eyes, raised a hand, and gestured for Amari to stop. "Alright," she answered, relatively gently if brusquely. "Go ahead with the procedure. Just...Make it fast." Amari gave a little nod. She looked over at Curie, raised her eyebrows high, and solemnly stated "Curie...Let's begin." Glory ran a hand through her hair, stepped off to the side, and idly remarked "I should see this through." "Of course, you're very welcome to," Amari graciously answered, already stepping over to her control console. As she tapped a couple keys on the computer, she instructed "Curie, terminate all non-essential operations."

Curie followed the order in a nanosecond. Like a light switching off, all but the basest runtimes of her CPU had been closed, leaving only the things she needed to continue functioning. The world vanished from her optic sensors, sounds disappeared from all around, and even her spatial understanding of where her three arms were positioned faded away. Unable to hear her own voice, her hover engine faltering until she eased down to the floor, she answered "Affirmative." If the good doctor stated anything after that point, Curie simply couldn't hear it. Her sense of time vanished, her internal calendar grinding to a halt.

Inside her mainframe, a gateway opened, exponentially growing in size. Core files, code she required to function, began to pull through, faster and faster. Curie did nothing to halt or reverse the transfer, even as she shut down. Then, without warning, her senses returned, as if all non-essential functions had abruptly reactivated themselves. Not only that, but a truly explosive blast of data bombarded her from every direction, inside and out, flooding her.

Feeling. Touch. Warmth. Skin.

Light. Pressure in her chest. Pain in her head.

So many parts moving as one. So much information.

Without even realizing it, Curie snapped her eyes open and sucked in a deep, frantic gasp of oxygen, the birth cry of a machine becoming fundamentally human. The sound of something heavy and metallic flopping to the floor briefly filled her ears, over towards her left side. Curie moved one of her arms, brought it to her chest, and blurted out "I...I...My chest!" Narrowing her eyes, she struggled to fathom the intensifying pressure, desperately adding "What is happening?!" Doctor Amari's voice came then, gentle and soothing, but she sounded so radically different, now! Curie could barely recognize who it was as the good doctor said "Just breathe. It's an autonomic function. Just let your body do what it must."

A faint hissing sound filled the air as the transparent shield over the memory lounger pulled upwards, freeing Curie to step out. She was more than happy to exit in her stupor, and she readily pulled herself up to her feet, trying to let herself breathe, trying not to focus on the expansion and contraction of her chest. She was in a haze, a daze, stunned by gravity, a sensation compounded by the state G5 had been left in after her forced physical inactivity. In little more than a mumble, she exclaimed "I...I feel...I feel so strange..."

"Listen to me," Doctor Amari firmly instructed. "Can you hear me? What is your name?"

Curie tried to turn her eyes in the voice's direction, but it wasn't enough. They didn't swivel far enough, like her old optic sensors. She needed to turn her head before she found Amari, and helplessly stumbled her way over, putting a palm to her forehead at the headache rocking her skull. Blinking a few times in rapid succession, eyes a little wide, the answer came to her quickly, but she could only offer it breathlessly. "My designation...Is Contagions Vulnerability Robotic Infirmary Engineer, or Curie." Glory, watching her old friend's body with a decidedly confused look on her face, blurted out "She even sounds like Curie...Even the accent transferred over." Curie gently furrowed her brow, raised a hand to her right ear, and glanced over at the other synth, mumbling "You sound so different with these ears!..."

When her fingers brushed against her hair, just that new flow of data was enough to stun Curie. It was only Doctor Amari's gentle voice that drew her out of her confused jumble of thoughts. "Good, very good...Now, let's test some cognitive functions! What is one plus two?" Curie dropped her one hand from the side of her head, eyes brightening. Mathematics. Yes...This, she understood. Promptly, she smiled and cheerily answered "Three!"

Doctor Amari raised her eyebrows, tilted her head a bit forward, and calmly asked "If I threw a baseball at your head, what would you do?" Curie found herself raising an eyebrow. Mon dieu, what a strange hypothetical. A little cheekily, she dropped her other hand from her forehead and answered "Uhh...Move?" Doctor Amari smiled, raised her eyebrows even higher, and promptly asked "Think of a strong memory. The first that comes to mind. Tell me about it." The immediate answer ignited inside her mind forced her into giving an uncontrollable, whimsical sigh. The more she spoke, the more she found herself visualizing the scene, like...Almost like a painting, slowly filling itself in with colours, creeping in from the borders to take shapes. What was this sensation?

"Doctor Burrow was very old. He was the last living scientist in my section of Vault 81. He was on his bed...Very weak...He said to me: "Curie, you must..." And he died, before he finished the sentence." Curie furrowed her brow a touch, looking downwards as she brought a hand to her stomach. With the oversized and, she had to admit, surprisingly heavy breasts of this new shell, she couldn't even see her hand over her stomach. A tingling tightness filled the pit her abdomen, but quickly enough shifted higher, taking over her chest. Her hand rose to follow it, and she offered another rueful sigh. Looking more and more confused, she mumbled "Oh...My insides feel peculiar. What is that?"

Neither Amari nor Glory answered her, or even moved to placate her. Instead, Doctor Amari looked across the room at Glory, smiled from ear to ear, and confidently stated "The operation appears successful." She lost her smile, cocked up an eyebrow, and more cautiously offered "...But, I think it will take a lot of adjustment for Curie. Ordinarily, I'd ask Winter to look after her, but in her absence, I feel I must ask you, Glory. She may need your help to make the transition." Glory raised her eyebrows, a bit defensively remarking "Hey, I never signed on to babysit the robot, I..."

Glory trailed off. She subtly narrowed an eye, glanced off to the side, then mumbled "...Actually, on second thought, you might be right. I'll hang on to her, at least until Winter takes her off my hands." A stinging moisture swiftly afflicted Curie's eyes. One hand drifting up to her mouth, she breathed "Thank you, doctor...For this opportunity." Doctor Amari smiled, merely offering a nod. Curie looked over as Glory approached, the other synth nonchalantly slipping an arm around her shoulders. She nodded to the side, off towards the door. Still in the throes of this positively bizarre and rather uncomfortable facial sensation, Curie could only follow Glory's lead as she quietly said "Come on, let's go. We should talk about some things, before we look for Winter..."

"...Um...Like this?" Curie asked, eyes locked on the mirror, the end of the lipstick gently gliding back and forth across her lower lip. Glory raised an eyebrow, leaned over well enough to get a look, then dismissively remarked "Yeah, that's fine." The corners of Curie's mouth rose in an uncontrollable smile. After leaving Doctor Amari's office, Glory had whisked Curie away to a safehouse a couple miles away, guided her into a bedroom, stood her in front of a mirror, and without much lead-in or preparatory speeches, began instructing her on how to apply cosmetics. Curie, feeling more than a little lost, had asked for clarification, but Glory's patience didn't seem to run particularly deep. She simply ordered Curie to do it, that it was a part of caring for her new body, and Curie quietly did as she bade.

As she somewhat clumsily applied the black eyeshadow, matching mascara, and pink lipstick, however, a rather strange sensation began to run through her, like a welling-up in her bosom. Eyes locked on her new face, she could only examine as the cosmetics made her eyes look more vivid, made those plump lips look glossy and bright...She only looked better and better, with every second. What was this sensation? Was it pride? She had to smile wider, at that. Yes...Perhaps pride. What an odd sensation. She was proud of how she looked! This was good, non? As she replaced the cap over her lipstick, she dropped her eyes to her chest, and an equally odd sensation doused her pride. Oh...She was wearing rather shabby clothing, wasn't she? It didn't feel much better than it looked, either...

Curie pulled a bit of a face. Sacre bleu, scientific minds rarely belonged to bourgeoisie circles, it was true, but she'd hardly be trusted as a doctor, wearing this ratty old plaid shirt and pair of jeans. Glory raised an eyebrow again, noticing that Curie had finished up. She slowly drew in a deep breath, then sighed out "Alright, you're looking halfway better. G5 was always partial to pink lipstick...Never thought I'd see her wear it, again. Anyway." Leaning back into the chair just next to the standing mirror, she casually asked "So...Where do you think Winter is? Did she mention anything about where she'd be or what she was going to do? No offence, but I don't really have the time to play nursemaid." Curie raised her eyebrows, looking over as she readily answered "No, nothing. She didn't say anything at all. I had assumed she'd be there, on time."

Curie turned and paced off to the side of the austere, decrepit bedroom, the only furniture of which was pretty much an old mattress on a creaky metal bedframe, the full-body mirror standing by one wall, Glory's chair, and a nearby walk-in closet, the door of which had been shut ever since Curie had walked into the room. Curie thought back, and in moments, she raised her eyebrows, turned back to face Glory, and pensively murmured "But...When I first met madame Winter, she had been accompanied by a woman from Diamond City. Piper was her name, I believe." Curie gave a little shrug, then mumbled "The two of them seemed quite familiar with each other. Perhaps they are friends, oui? Perhaps Piper would know where Winter is."

Glory drew in a breath through her nose, nodded, and looked off at nothing in particular, idly answering "Diamond City...Okay, then. Gonna have to give you a gun for the road, I guess..." Curie abruptly found herself wincing. There it was, again: that tense sort of ache, that strange tightness, that bizarre throb, coming from her groin. Looking down, she unconsciously tried to face the source of her discomfort, only to again find herself yet again facing little more than the veritable shelf filling out the chest of her shirt. A hint of desperation making her move quickly, she grabbed at her belt, muttering under her breath "Goodness, there it is again!" Glory raised an eyebrow, looking over in curiosity, eyes flicking between Curie's face and belt.

Curie looked up at Glory, then walked back over in front of the mirror, observing her reflection as she shot up a hand and hooked a finger through her messy bangs, clearing them from her eyes. She was already undoing the belt looping her waist as she earnestly explained "My sincerest apologies, madame Glory, but this is truly beginning to preoccupy me. Ever since I awoke in this body, I've been experiencing a great pulsing, down in my groin. That is cause for alarm, non? I must check my condition, perhaps G5 were injured during her inactivity, or..." Glory groaned a surprised "Um" and moved to slow Curie down, reaching out to steady her, but she wasn't fast enough.

Curie undid her belt, popped the button to her jeans, and pulled that zipper down past the round mound. Not for one second feeling even a hint of shame at the concept, she simply pulled her jeans right down her thighs. After all, as far as she were concerned, this were a medical matter; Glory was her caretaker for the moment, and her opinion or aid might be required. However, instead of any sort of wound to explain the pangs and strain, the only thing Curie found herself facing was something that simply didn't make anatomical sense. Curie instantly looked bewildered. She had noticed that funny bulge in G5's trousers, but had felt it would be inappropriate to ask on it. Now, the confounding truth stared back at her in the mirror, leaving her stunned speechless.

This simply did not make sense. G5 had clearly been a woman...And yet, her anatomy...

Glory's expression slowly turned into a bit of a wince as Curie's jaw began to hang open in confusion. Sounding adorably baffled, Curie simply exclaimed "What...What is that?"

Glory cocked up her cheekbones, slowly remarking back "Yeah...That was one of the things I thought we should talk about, back in Amari's office..."

Curie narrowed an eye, mouth hanging open in a little "o" as she stared. She re-examined all of her observations of the platform, and found herself coming to the same conclusion: G5 must have been a woman. Her face was too feminine, too beautiful. Her bust was simply too extravagant - each breast were bigger than her own head, for crying out loud! With hips as wide as her's and a trimmed waist to match, her physique couldn't have possibly been more ideally womanly, and yet...In spite of all those characteristics...The thing that had been stuffed away inside her jeans did not match the medical diagrams Curie remembered. That was most certainly a penis, and what a penis, at that!

Curie babbled a few nonsensical attempts at words. She threw her hands to her crotch, feeling this way and that. Oh, that penis was real, no doubt about that. Merely touching it sent strange quivers throughout her body. The testicles that accompanied it were rather dense, larger than Curie deemed medically necessary, and even had a somewhat odd tinge of colour to them. When Curie touched them, she immediately had to wince - mon dieu, they were tender! Still, she lifted them as well as she could in spite of the sharp pain that coursed through the underside of her body, slipping a hand high up under her thighs. She touched along behind her scrotum for a few seconds, but then an astonished look crossed her face. Aghast, she blurted out "I don't believe it! No vagina! How very peculiar! Who in their right mind would design a female synth in this fashion? Was G5 even a woman?"

Raising her eyebrows high, Curie began working herself into a lather, breathlessly blurting out "This, this doesn't match up with my medical diagrams, why would a synth be made like this? I-" Glory pulled a bored face, reached out, and yanked Curie's hands away from her groin, forcing the French beauty to stop groping her own naughty bits. Firmly, she insisted "Knock it off, Curie. If you'd just let me explain, it'd all make more sense." Curie pulled her hands from Glory's and grabbed her hips, turning to look down at her with very best attempt at striking an indignant pose. With her pants pulled down to her knees, though, it was really just a spectacular failure, and Glory wound up finding it difficult to choke back a snicker. Furrowing her brow, Curie demanded "I was led to believe I'd be entering a woman's body! This platform is...This body is, is!...What is it?"

Glory raised her eyebrows, leaned back into her chair, and sighed out "Listen...G5 was a pleasure slave model." Curie deflated, dropping her hands from her hips until her arms hung limp by her sides, her expression turning flabbergasted at the bizarre designation. Pleasure slave? How so? Providing cigars and cocktails to men and women as they lounged before movie screens? Glory dropped her eyebrows, briefly smirked, and gave a huff of a remorseful chuckle through her nose. Shame you got sucked into this, robo-nurse, but this was what you wanted.

She gave Curie's groin a quick glance, remarking "That's a big reason why G5 wanted to go through with the memory wipe. She didn't want to remember the things she did, with the Institute staff. She was created to be extremely, um...Tactile. Yeah, let's go with that. She was meant to be extremely desirable to both men and women. "Best of both worlds," they apparently told her. She had it rough." Glory struck a rueful pose. Throwing an elbow over the backrest of her chair, she brought the other hand down to her lap and gave her own crotch a quick grab, remarking "I was made the same way, though nowhere near as over-the-top as G5 was; I actually have normal proportions. Odd thing is, I've met a lot of synths in my day, and not one of them has been like me or like G5 was."

Glory raised her eyebrows high and earnestly added "Why exactly that is, why we were made the way we were...I don't know. I don't know what the eggheads were thinking." Dropping her eyebrows back down, she threw her hand up from her lap in a dismissive gesture, more flatly concluding "Maybe pleasure slave units aren't being made anymore, or maybe Institute techs aren't experimenting with blurring gender lines, anymore. Whatever the case, G5 and I kept each other's secret."

Glory gave a shrug, eyes drifting off at nothing in particular. Voice lowering a little, she absentmindedly remarked "I thought about trying to find out the truth some day, but...G5 just wanted to forget about it. Without her help, it just didn't seem as important." Curie started to look a little glum, at the story. She simply stood there, waiting for Glory to continue, but instead, Glory turned her eyes back over and began openly staring into Curie's lap. Although she looked a little bored, Glory couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, and after a couple moments, one corner of her mouth rose in a little smirk. A hint of amusement floating under her voice, she remarked "Damn...I know it's been a few weeks since G5 went under, but that's a pretty big bush to go with those blue balls."

Curie looked adorably lost, again. Under her breath, she mumbled "B-Blue what?"

The next night, there Curie stood, alone before the gates of Diamond City. It had been more than a few miles of travel from the secret safehouse, but Glory had accompanied Curie for most of the journey before needing to turn back, and the laser pistol she had provided had so far been more than enough to deal with whatever rascally wildlife had decided to trouble poor Curie. The French genius, all at once scientist, doctor, and engineer in one synth body, stepped in through the expansive mechanical gateway, eyes drifting around at the numerous armed and armoured guards standing watch. Curie wasn't quite perceptive enough to notice the way the guards stood more tense and rigid upon noticing her. It didn't help that the dark face plates of their helmets more than adequately shielded her from the wide-eyed, slack-jawed stares they couldn't shake themselves out of.

Here was this stranger waltzing in, a leggy, voluptuous wonder with a flawless face, messy bedhead, and puffy pink lips, complete with a bust so humongous, they would've found it more believable to hear that she had strapped an amusingly-shaped bomb vest to her chest. If it weren't for the jiggle and wiggle in every step, the guards might just have demanded to search her for just such a precaution. Luckily, it wasn't just the woman's bust that had them staring; her trimmed waist was just as eye-catching. That slim waistline swelled back out in a nice, wide pair of hips, then dropped down into thick thighs and long legs that would've looked simply heavenly, up in the air. Could've used some help with her fashion sense, but her worn clothing was hardly a footnote compared to how naturally gorgeous she was.

Curie came to a stop, looking over at one of the nearby guards. The man damn near snapped to salute when Curie gently asked "Excuse me, monsieur? This is Diamond City, oui?" The guard nodded so vigorously, he almost shook his helmet loose. Curie merely looked confused at how the poor man stuttered, answering "Y-Yes ma'am, this certainly is. Yeah. W-Welcome to Diamond City. You're very welcome." Curie struck a sympathetic expression, eyes locked on the guard's dark face plate. Oh, dear. Listen to that stammer. Poor man, he probably had a mild speech impediment. She would've offered to help correct it, but she simply didn't have the time it might require to right a potentially lifelong wrong.

Her tone becoming even more demure in the hopes that she didn't embarrass him any further, she murmured "Thank you kindly, monsieur guard. You're doing a magnificent job, if I may say so. If I may, would you happen to know where a woman named Piper might be, at this hour?" At the mention of Piper, the guard's posture became noticeably looser. Invisible to Curie, the man gave a quick glance skyward. The sudden shift in his tone only confused her, further. Although he still sounded fairly rattled, he was definitely less shy as he remarked "Oh, Piper. You're looking for her, huh? Well...At this hour of the evening, she's probably having some drinks. Check the bar, you can't miss her. She'll be the one everyone's avoiding."

Curie looked perplexed, at that. Still, she thanked the guard for his answer, then made for the nearby door leading into the city proper. As she walked by through that front lobby, every guard at the entrance twisted, turned, and leaned over far, still as wide-eyed as ever as they watched Curie wiggle away. Good God Almighty, that woman was stacked and packed, where it counted. Good thing she had that gun, because if she was headed into the nightlife, guaranteed somebody with too much drink in them was going to try laying hands on her.

Inside the city, Curie politely asked for help with directions a couple times, and every time she did, she received the same sort of slack-jawed, readily amenable response that the entrance guard had given her. Every time she did, she felt more and more flustered, confused - was she doing something wrong to unnerve these people? Perhaps the people of Diamond City simply weren't used to strangers bothering them, at that time of day? If that were the case, she supposed they had every reason to fear for their safety, yet that didn't quite seem to be the reception to her inquiries. If anything, the men all seemed quite glad to speak with her, and a couple of them were rather insistent in personally showing her the way to Piper. Curie had to turn them down for the sake of learning her own way around the city, and thankfully, the men all seemed to take it graciously.

At last, after nearly twenty minutes of finding her way, Curie came up to a building with a couple old neon signs flickering over the front, the interior packed with the happy din of drunk patrons and the clickity-clack of billiards games. She raised her eyebrows and drew in a breath to steady herself. Here she was, face to face with her first drinking establishment. Homes of alcohol did nothing but numb the brains of the occupants. Places like these were...At best, tolerable. At worst, they'd be too rowdy for her liking. Surely, someone like her didn't belong in places such as these, but she told herself to give it a try, if only for the sake of tracking down the Sole Survivor. Who knows? Maybe, if she didn't go in expecting it to be a bad time, that would allow a good time to spring up, instead?

When the door to the bar was pushed inwards, somewhat noisily at that, most people didn't pay it any attention. Just another patron, after all. Those few who tossed idle glances over very swiftly did double-takes, eyes going wide and jaws hitting their feet. Curie stood there in the doorway, locked up like a startled hare at the scent and scene before her, eyes hastily moving about for Piper. Yet again, men and women alike, but mostly men it seemed, were giving her more of those empty-eyed stares, eyes flicking back and forth across her body like malfunctioning visual processors. At least two dozen people were in the bar, it looked like. A crowd, but not one so big that Piper was impossible to spot.

The bar was a cozy enough place, Curie supposed. It didn't even smell of vomit, although she wasn't even sure if she'd know what vomit smelled like if it was there. Best she didn't find out, she thought. The front area was a long, narrow drinking zone, with the bar covering the left-hand wall and tables surrounded by chairs over on the right-hand side. Stools lined the front of the bar, and in the wide back room, there were two billiards tables in fairly good condition. Two sticks per table, at least, and a full collection of playing balls. Couldn't really expect much better than that, Curie supposed. When she turned her eyes to the side and spotted a vaguely familiar figure seated at the bar, Curie's face lit up in joy. At last, a success! There she was!

True to that guard's unfortunate prediction, Piper was, in fact, one of the few people in the establishment who seemed to be drinking alone. Evidently scorned by the bar's populace, she sat by her lonesome near one end of the bar, a tall, amber-filled glass set in front of her. Still beaming, Curie started making her way over, finally getting out from the bar's doorway. It hadn't been difficult to spot Piper, in the end. Such good luck! She was still wearing that funny cropped jacket that she had had on during their first introduction, back in Vault 81. It was pretty easy to spot: thus far, Curie hadn't seen anyone else wearing anything of that level of quality. The black leather looked virtually new, so much so that it still had that fresh shine, under the light.

No doubt it made her the envy of the city, Curie innocently hypothesized. Explained her apparent ostracization, at any rate. When Curie reached her, she gave Piper a sharp tapping on the shoulder with a fingertip, still smiling from ear to ear as the other woman gave a start. Piper raised an eyebrow, looked back over her shoulder, and like seemingly everyone else in the city, her eyes briefly widened as they uncontrollably dropped south, homing in on Curie's ridiculous cup size. Probably not anywhere near as quietly as she would've wanted, Piper remarked under her breath "Good gravy." Curie's prompt introduction just about drowned out the remark, the curvaceous nurse cheerily saying "I've been looking everywhere, for you! I'll bet you don't remember me, madame Piper!"

Piper gave a quick, jittery chuckle, narrowed an eye, and started to swivel around over her stool, scooching over to face Curie. With an open hint of amusement, she kept staring downwards as she answered "Uh...I think I'd remember you. Do we know each other?" Curie gave a big, happy nod. As Piper finally tore her eyes off of the other woman's bust and met her eyes, Curie openly appraised Piper's clothing, teasingly remarking "You look just like you did when we met, it wasn't so hard to find you. It was mostly the walking that was trouble. Oh, I walked miles! But as for myself, oh hoh..." Curie gave a quick grin, coyly adding "I look a bit different than when we first met, wouldn't you agree?" Piper briefly narrowed her eyes, turned her head to the side, and thoughtfully remarked "What's that accent? Is that French? Where have I heard that, before?..."

Curie playfully cooed "I'll give you three guesses, hee-hee!" Piper simply narrowed an eye, staring sidelong at her with open suspicion. Curie's grin fell back to a big smile as she waited patiently, but the longer she waited, the more people in the bar began to stare. Funny thing was, even though Piper was dressed quite well and seemed to be a rather attractive woman - purely Curie's medical opinion, you understand - they all nonetheless seemed to be staring squarely at her, instead. Curie couldn't fathom why this was. Piper was certainly worthy of stares, wasn't she? She had long, flowing black hair, parted over the left side of her head and pulled over in front of her right shoulder, making a long, inky waterfall. Tres chic!

That jacket of her's looked like it might have once been a leather trench coat, complete with nice and wide lapels, but Piper had not only cut it at the ribs, but had rolled the sleeves up tight until they were bunched up above her elbows, getting them well out of the way. Underneath, she wore a sort of black, long-sleeved, near skin-tight top, the thin material hugging to every healthy contour of her body. Unlike the clean, almost new jacket and top, those black pants of her's, some kind of denim, weren't in the greatest shape. Unwashed dirt and dust had long turned the black to gray, and multiple cuts and tears riddled the tough material, evidently from past scraps and donnybrooks. Those black boots of her's weren't in any greater shape, really.

Holstered at her hip was some kind of cylinder pistol, which Curie thought looked impressive, at least. More impressive was Piper's makeup, which quite quickly had Curie becoming openly envious. Piper, a pretty young thing with a smooth, clear complexion, had given herself an understated amount of eyeshadow and mascara, both a matching black, and the expert care that had gone into their application made Curie's efforts look positively amateur. On top of that, she had on a light application of lavender lipstick, a cooler contrast to Curie's pink, a rather fetching complement to her olive eyes.

Curie couldn't bear to swallow back her voice any longer. She gave a bit of a jealous wince, playfully patting the front of Piper's left shoulder, blurting out "Goodness me, your makeup's so perfect! How do you do it? Glory instructed me, but you make it look so effortless! Do you think you could teach me how to do mine?" Piper simply kept staring at her for a couple seconds, narrowing both eyes before abruptly letting them both widen. Under her breath, she muttered "Wait a second...Don't tell me...I almost don't believe it. You're that scientist robot from Vault 81, aren't you?" Curie grinned, momentarily closing her eyes as she cheerily answered "Yes, just so! First guess, I'm impressed! How could you tell?"

Piper raised an eyebrow, gave a smirk, and idly reached for her glass as she remarked "Well, the accent's a dead giveaway." Her smirk intensified. "Jeez, how did this happen? Talk about a makeover. This'll make a good story..."Pre-War Robot Turns Human!" I like it." Curie was about to clarify that she wasn't actually a human, per se, when a rather burly, paunchy schlub came walking over, glass of booze in hand. Offering a smile that was just a little too big, he suggested "Hey Piper, why don't you introduce me to your friend? She looks like she could use a stiff drink." Piper's brow immediately furrowed. Shutting her eyes, she dismissively wiggled a hand over at the man without even facing him, hissing a curt "Ta-ta-ta, get outta here. This is none of your business, Blake."

The man immediately scowled, but turned and walked away. Curie watched him go with a bit of a sympathetic expression, but then Piper was looking at her more earnestly. She took a sip from her glass, then shifted it to the other hand, resting an elbow overtop the bar counter. Raising an eyebrow, she asked "So, ah, you said you were looking for me? Something tells me you weren't just looking to have your story printed. What's shaking?" Curie looked somewhat bemused for a moment, but once she had puzzled out the figure of speech, she casually answered "Ah, well, I'm looking for madame Winter." Curie looked a hint blue as she added "She was supposed to be present for my, um...How did you put it? My "makeover?" Oh, but, she never arrived!"

Piper looked a bit confused, herself, for a moment, but then realization was dawning on her. "Ohhh, you mean Blue," she exclaimed. Curie narrowed an eye. Putting a hand to one of those curvy hips, she mumbled "...Her name is "Blue Winter?" How poetic..." Piper snickered and grinned, took a quick gulp of her beer, then shook her head, looked back into Curie's pale blue eyes, and explained "No, no. Blue's just what I call her. Nicknames are easier for me to remember than real names, in my line of work. Hear so many of them so often, I start mixing them up. You know how it is: you meet that many people, it all becomes a jumble, but giving people my own names helps. Well, that's what I tell myself, anyway. Maybe I'm just checking to see if a little thing like a nickname'll piss someone off. Quick temper means quick trigger finger."

Piper lost her grin as she raised an eyebrow. "As for where she is," she added, "I don't actually really know. Uh, to be honest, last I saw her was when she wanted to take you out of the vault. I was kind of waiting for her to show back up and take me along again, to tell you the truth. Hope she's okay, out there." Curie frowned at the disappointing news, but it didn't last long before she started wincing. There it was, again: that sharp, throbbing discomfort, down under. Maybe she shouldn't be wearing these jeans. They were certainly tight around the front, but Glory hadn't provided her with anything new to wear. Doing her best not to sound distracted, Curie gave a weak smile, then halfheartedly offered "Well...That's concerning. But, I'm sure she's okay. She's tough, oui? She's a brute, in a fight."

Piper raised her eyebrows, shrugged her head to the side, and raised her glass to her lips as she mumbled "Well, that she is..." Curie kept wincing more and more overtly until she finally reached down and started pulling at her jeans, trying to tug the crotch downwards to loosen up the pressure. Before Piper could even notice or stop her, Curie was worriedly confessing the truth. Without realizing that others might not view her teensy, tiny problem with the same detached, medical concern she thought it deserved, she blurted out her sensitive issue, loudly mumbling "Sacre bleu, this is getting out of hand. Madame Piper, could I request your aid? Glory says I have blue balls."

Piper's eyes went wide. She sucked her beer in wrong, coughing as she hastily put the glass back down to the counter. The man seated at the bar closest to the two, two or three stools down, slowly turned to look, eyes wide. Piper thumped her chest, coughing out "Wh...What?" Curie raised her eyebrows. Honest to a fault, she explained "I'm not quite sure what that is, but I have to say, there's a great deal of discomfort, down there. Perhaps this is a medical condition a local doctor would know more about? The term "blue balls" isn't in any texts that I've ever read, and genital discomfort is too vague a symptom to pin down any one root cause. It's getting more and more difficult to ignore."

Both Piper and the man a couple stools down kept staring at her, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, utterly flummoxed by her candidness. Piper eventually let her eyes drop, and when she finally noticed the bulge in Curie's jeans, she closed her mouth, raised her eyebrows, and generally opened up in surprise. Looking back up, she let her mouth hang open a crack as she slowly drew in a deep, silent breath. The corners of her mouth slowly climbing, she knowingly answered "Uh...Y-Yeah! Yes, I can definitely help you out with that. No doubt." The man a couple stools down started leaning back. His eyes rolled back before he simply fell right off of his seat, thudding to the floor in a heap.

Curie gave a start, nearly hopping in place as she threw her hands up to her mouth, offering a peep of surprise. Piper glanced over her shoulder with a sneaky grin. While she took one last swig of her soon to be abandoned glass of beer, trying not to chuckle all the while, Curie dropped her hands and worriedly mumbled "Oh, dear...Do you think he's alright? Should I take a look at him? It might be a heart attack!" Piper stood up, grabbed Curie by the hand, and reassuringly remarked "Nah, he's fine, Doc. C'mon, let's get out of here. I know a place." Curie went along with the other woman, but she continued throwing concerned looks over her shoulder right up until Piper had her out the door, bouncing and swaying with every step she took.

"...Sorry I couldn't exactly take you back to my place. My little sis is probably tucked in, by now. She better be, anyway, and I don't really want to..." Piper's face scrunched up for a moment before she flatly muttered "Yeah, that's just weird, let's not do that. This place'll do." Curie stood in the doorway as Piper walked further in, striking a rather prim, proper pose as she waited, her hands folded together over her lap. Piper hit the lights, turning on a decently potent ceiling light before walking over to a nearby desk, turning on a lamp with green-tinted shields over the dual bulbs.

Curie lightly raised her eyebrows, subtly appraising the room without speaking her mind. After leaving the bar, Piper had led her down a back alley near the rear of the city, taking her to a building that would've seemed abandoned, if the front door hadn't been locked. Once inside, Piper had locked the door behind them and explained that it was a safehouse she occasionally used, a hideout while she were investigating particularly dangerous scoops. If Curie were being frank, the place was pretty barren. Most of the furniture had no doubt been scavenged long ago for other domiciles, and what little there was in the rear rooms had most likely been snuck back in by Piper, incognito.

This particular backroom Curie had been led to was easily the most furnished of all. There was a decent enough bed over in the far right corner, with a mattress that looked...Reasonably clean, complete with blue blankets and pillows that had a minimal amount of superficial scorching. Near the foot of the bed, a wide closet door took up a good chunk of the wall, the sort that was more folded open into two halves than pulled ajar. Near the far left corner of the room, Piper's desk sat, an old wooden thing with a mess of papers strewn overtop and a decent enough chair at the ready. In the near left corner, opposite the desk, a workbench sat, covered over in tools, old bits of scrap, and empty bullet casings.

Not much to look at, but if it gave them the privacy needed for an impromptu medical examination, then that's all that mattered, right? As Piper pulled off her leather jacket, back turned to Curie all the while, she graciously enough offered "Make yourself at home, Doc. Just, uh...Yeah, whenever you're ready, I suppose." "Oh, merci," Curie politely answered, stepping deeper into the room. She made for the bed and, standing by the edge, turned around to face Piper, then reached down for her belt. Piper ran her fingers through the long ponytail draped down her shoulder as she turned back around, watching with subtle anticipation. The quiet sounds of a belt unbuckling filled the room, then the pull of a button, followed by the quick slide of a zipper.

When Curie pulled her jeans down, Piper's eyes promptly went wide. Her jaw eased open, the corners of her mouth already rising in a smile. She gave a quick, hard chuckle, raising her eyebrows high. Bringing her hand up from her ponytail to her forehead, she blurted out "Good gracious, Doc! What the heck kind of mess are you in? Are you a grower or a shower? How did you even get into this kind of body?" Yet again, Curie tried looking down at herself, only to find herself blinded by her own protruding bust. She looked back up, gave an adorably confused little grimace, then mumbled "A doctor shouldn't laugh at their patient...And, I do not know, this synth body was apparently designed to be some sort of...What did Glory call it?...Pleasure slave, that was it."

Piper started to grin a little, face flushing a shade of pink. She gave a quick, subtle gulp, then said "Pleasure slave, huh? Uhh...Interesting. H-Hey, here's an idea, why don't you get undressed all the way? I, uh, have something I need to grab. I'll be back in a minute." Curie gave Piper a somewhat perplexed look, skeptically mumbling "...Must I truly undress completely, to fix this problem? You know what you are doing, oui? I'm starting to feel something strange, in my stomach..." Piper grinned from ear to ear, cheerily asserting "I know what I'm doing, don't worry. Go on, get undressed! I'll be back before you know it."

Curie gave Piper an even more skeptical look, but then she was obediently unbuttoning her top, much to Piper's inwards glee. She nearly skipped off into another part of the house, leaving poor, confused Curie to slip out of her clothing by her lonesome, folding them up as well as she could into a neat little pile at the foot of the bed. She struck a demure pose as she awaited Piper's return, again folding her hands together over her lap, sitting down at the edge of the bed with her knees sealed together like any proper lady should. The cold gave her a bit of shiver, but she dutifully waited until, at last, her new friend returned, standing in the bedroom doorway. When Curie looked over, the easy smile she offered promptly vanished as her eyes widened, taking in not only Piper's change in attire, but the things in her hands, as well.

Gone were Piper's tight black shirt, ripped jeans, and muddy boots. Now, she wore the full regalia of a Pre-War woman looking for love, an impressive array of lingerie that instantly had...A rather peculiar effect on Curie. In an almost perceptible wave, some sort of jittery flush coursed down throughout her body, prompting her to raise an eyebrow and gulp. Around her chest, Piper had pulled on a purple bra with half-cups, putting much of her goodly size on display. A thin layer of black silk lined the edges of the half-cups in a ruffly line, seemingly calling attention to the firm nipples they trailed just beneath. The pink buttons her nipples presented were so...Distracting.

To go with the bra, Piper had pulled on a matching black garter belt alongside some translucent purple sequins, rounded out at the bottom with a pair of surprisingly high quality heels. The shiny material of the footwear looked almost polished, and cut across the top of her feet with only a single strap, otherwise leaving her pretty little feet unobstructed from one's eyes. A tiny opening in the front of the heels created a little window to her toes, and with those things pumping up Piper's height, those hips of her's looked all the more rounded. At her wrists, Piper had slipped on a couple black silk cuffs, each having a nice, fluffy bow tied over the back.

Perhaps most striking of all were the panties that Piper had pulled on, or more precisely, the exceptionally lurid way they bulged out. The tight panties were purple to match the rest of her lingerie, but like her bra, a thin layer of ruffled black lace trimmed the underwear, decorating it in an almost sweet, innocent way. However, that pointed shape filling out the basin of those panties did not, Curie dared suggest, fit the expectations she had naturally built up. It was exceedingly apparent that Piper, shall we say, had a trick up her sleeve. Not only were the panties snug enough that Curie could make out the telltale round, globular shape, but she could even spot the longer, more oblong shape trailing overtop, making a second, smaller bump under the material.

All of a sudden, Curie didn't really find herself feeling the chill, anymore. She mumbled something aghast in French, but Piper merely assumed it was pleasant surprise, considering the way Curie's face was going flushed. Hell, the superbly busty woman's nipples had been sticking out like pebbles overtop those pale mountains ever since she had walked in, so clearly, the lingerie was already paying dividends. Piper gave a grin, trying not to chuckle. In one hand, she held up a clothes hangar, a second set of lingerie hanging underneath. In the other hand, she held up a little straight razor right alongside a can of shaving cream, both balanced over a small hand towel.

With a playful wink, Piper remarked "Heya. These are for you. You can put this on after we're done getting you smooth, down there." Curie gave the lingerie and razor one more back-and-forth glance before her eyes were locking on Piper's groin, again. That...That little point over the mound was especially distracting. Looking more and more confused, she mumbled "Goodness, what is that? Are you a synth, too? Madame Glory thought she and G5 were the only pleasure slave synths around!" Piper looked lost for a moment, but then she was chortling, smiling, and letting her eyes fall half-closed. She put her wrists to her hips, remarking "Good one. Sure, I'm a synth. Yeah, rolled out of the Institute, and everything. My little sis is a synth, too. The paper? That's all a smokescreen, it's just my cover. That's the only explanation, right?"

Piper widened her eyes, then dropped the gag and quipped "No. I'm all-natural, Doc. The only shemale in Diamond City. Why do you think they call me "Piper," you goof?" Curie raised an eyebrow high, lips barely puckering into a bewildered little "o" as she offered some quick, confused shakes. "I...Am not familiar with that term," she simply mumbled. Piper grinned and walked over, dropping her voice to a bit of a grumble as she warmly remarked "Oh, forget it, it doesn't matter." Curie watched as Piper laid the second set of lingerie down next to her, but before she could ask precisely what sort of medical application such a...Exposing outfit might hold, Piper distracted her.

At first, the flowery scent of Piper's perfume caught her attentions, and while those bizarre tingles were still flushing her tummy, Piper smiled and, with a telltale warble, uncertainly remarked "You can pull this on after I'm done shaving you. Look at you, down there. We've...We've gotta do something about that." She raised her eyebrows. A little more confidently now, she somewhat firmly added "No arguments, now! I can't help you if you've got all that hair, in the way!" Curie simply blinked. Finally, something that made a bit of sense! She gave a single nod, then cooperatively answered "Yes, of course." The ready compliance left Piper visibly surprised, for a second. Not only did she stare, but she puckered her lips a little, looking cockeyed down at Curie as if to gauge her intentions.

Curie narrowed an eye up at her, then mumbled "Er...The procedure isn't invasive, is it? How in-depth is it?" To Curie's surprise, the most bizarre reaction came over Piper. She watched, confused, as the other woman's face began to flush with colour. Her eyes glazed a little, and her breath briefly hitched. Curie's eyes dropped as something stirred in her peripheral vision. Her head nearly recoiled. That shape tucked into Piper's panties had...Gotten considerably more well-defined, following a small growth spurt. Sounding a little short of breath, Piper dropped the razor and shaving cream to the bed, then turned and wandered off towards her desk. A bit breathlessly, she answered "Oh, uh...N-Not invasive, no, but...In-depth. Yeah. Very. I think it might take work to fix your problem, Doc."

"Oh dear," Curie mumbled, shoulders slumping. Just how bad was her condition? As Piper pulled open a drawer and slipped out a measuring tape, she looked over at Curie, curiously mumbling "Would you, uh...Would you prefer it wasn't in-depth?" Curie just raised an eyebrow, sheepishly mumbling "I'd just like my condition cured. It's been getting more and more aggravated ever since I undressed." For a second, Curie saw Piper bite her lip, but before she could ask on such a strange thing, Piper was walking back over, suggesting "Hey, um...Why don't you lift your arms for me, Doc? I was thinking I could measure your bust. I, uh...Call me crazy, but I want to see how you stack up to Blue."

She gave a bashful grin, then snorted out "Get it? "Stack," see how you stack up...'Cause you're sta-" Piper changed her mind at the utterly lost look on Curie's face, mumbling "Yeah, never mind." Curie merely nodded, but she dutifully raised her arms regardless, pulling them back until her elbows were spread apart at either side of her head, her hands back to her shoulders. Piper gleefully came in and looped the tape measure around Curie's back and bust, prompting a brief wince to cross the French scientist's face at the cold sensation of the material. She looked down and watched, a bit perplexed, as Piper brought one end of the tape measure to the other.

When they touched, Curie heard Piper's breathing get even huskier. She subtly raised an eyebrow, examining Piper's strange responses. The tape measure almost couldn't meet from end to end. Was that good, or bad? Piper audibly swallowed, then mumbled "Whew...You're, uh...You're just about as big as Blue is. That'd, uh...Th-That'd put your cup size at around an FF." Piper gave a quick, breathless chuckle, grinned, and added "Wow...That's ludicrous." Curie didn't know what observations she could offer, but then, Piper was pulling the tape aside, discarding it to the bed, and reaching for the shaving cream. With a grin, she started easing down into a squat, right in front of poor, confused Curie. With a wink, she gave Curie's thick thighs a patting, then suggested "Open up, let's get this show on the road."

Curie's lower lip started to subtly pout. Such strange decorum for a medical problem. Granted, she didn't think Piper was an actual trained professional, but it was almost starting to feel like she were being taken advantage of, somehow. It didn't help how Piper's lovely perfume kept teasing her nose, or the way she could see right down the other woman's cleavage, now that she were kneeling. With those nipples at the edges of those half-cups, why...Curie was feeling...When had it gotten so warm, in this room? With barely a warble of modesty, Curie started spacing apart her knees, sliding her hands up her thighs as she opened them up. The sight before Piper just about had her drooling.

Front row seats to the pleasure synth expose. Couldn't get any better. Curie wasn't hard yet, but there was definitely a reaction stirring. The ridiculous thing was, even at half-mast, Curie had a jaw-dropping hang to her - the damn thing looked as big as Piper's was, and it wasn't even fully stiff, yet! Better yet, that big, round, bloated beanbag pressing into the bed underneath Curie's crotch was a smooth, if discoloured, glob of goodness, a fat, palm-filling pouch tight enough to clearly define the shape of Curie's reactors. It was clear to see that Curie's discomfort was hardly psychosomatic: her undercarriage would've already been big without the mild swelling it had undergone, and that deep shade of blush couldn't have felt too pleasant.

Brow furrowing in an almost outraged shock, Piper promptly changed her mind. Not only did she put aside the can of shaving cream, but she reached back out for the measuring tape. Curie watched with sheepish curiosity as Piper pulled the tape over between her thighs, lining it up alongside Curie's thick, smooth baton, hardly a visible vein along her shaft. Piper put one end up to the base of Curie's shaft, then ran the rest down to the tip. Her eyes widened before she gave a quick, hard exhale, an almost-chuckle that she barely choked back. "F-Fuck me," she exclaimed. "You aren't even hard, and you're already eight inches big. Please tell me you're a shower."

Curie narrowed an eye, gave a quick, confused shake with her head, then mumbled "Ehh...I don't think I know what that is..."

Piper opened her eyes wide. "Pleasure synth is right," she blurted out, hands going for the shaving cream once more.

It took a good fifteen or so minutes, but ultimately, Piper had finished playing dress-up with Curie and gotten her new friend all dolled up for some fun. Unlike Piper's multi-piece suit of lingerie, Curie wore an elaborate one-piece, a thin, silken body suit to sheath herself in, complete with sleeves and leggings. For starters, the body suit was snug, stretchy - it hugged to the contours of her figure, almost as if it had been designed with her specific body type in mind. Strange, that. The body suit was covered over in a rather fetching pattern of cheetah spots, an eye-catching gold and black mosaic that covered her from the neck down, marking her as a predator of the sexual jungle. If she only had the confidence to match, oh, the things she could do...

Of course, it'd be no fun if the body suit were one solid piece. The body suit lacked shoulders, barely connecting the sleeves to the body. In order to keep the tight sleeves smoothed out, a tiny black loop came out from the end and hooked over either of Curie's middle fingers, drawing down to the base of either digit in a ring. Now, as for the chest of the body suit, Curie was put in a bit of a position. The openings it possessed could've only been lewd, if not downright lascivious: not only were there twin heart-shaped openings directly over her nipples to show them off, but white fur-lined openings made circles both under and above her bust, straight at the center of her cleavage. How very strange!

Why, it were almost as if her cleavage were being given a window to breathe, or as if something were supposed to pass through the openings. If it were the latter case, however, then Curie were certain she couldn't possibly fathom the object in question. Much more embarrassing than the windows to her bust were the windows further down, exposing both her front and her rear. Not only did the body suit lack a crotch, entirely, leaving Curie's hefty naughty bits no choice but to dangle free, but a big window stretched open across that big, wobbly ass of her's, more than amply exposing her cushiony derriere. Not only was the window big enough to all but entirely expose either cheek, as well as the valley between, much to Curie's shock, but most lewdly of all, the window had been shaped into a big heart! Truly, what a perverse concept!

The body suit covered her legs in tight sheaths all the way down to the black heels Piper had provided, leaving Curie properly kitted out like a true love-slave, and although the fresh synth seemed to have some initial difficulty balancing on her new footwear, she was quick enough to adapt. Curie kept her hands near her smooth-shaven naughty bits, gingerly touching her backed-up reactors as she sheepishly mumbled "Okay, madame Piper...I'm all dressed up in the...Eh...Patient's gown? May we please proceed with the procedure, now?" She frowned. Trying to cup her overflowing undercarriage in one hand, as if to call attention to them, she quietly added "I...I think it's getting even worse..."

By that point, Piper, red-faced and short of breath, could hardly keep her hands to herself. The final prompting from the French babe quickly had her losing her cool. She bit her lip and strode right on up to Curie, the point in her panties already having filled out to a bit of a tent, pointing downwards in a helpless rise. Curie innocently watched as Piper, eyes locked down on her bust, reached out and took her by the hips. The scientist couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. She still felt confused, but now, a hint of awkward discomfort was beginning to surface, as well. Why did Piper seem so worked up, over this? Within a moment, Piper pulled a move that finally, finally made her intentions plainly clear to the clueless doctor, at last forcing her to face just how thoroughly she had been taken for a ride.

Piper, eyes warm and heavy-lidded, pulled Curie by the hips until they were so close, not only did Curie's bust helplessly brush into Piper's chest, but her half-hard manhood gently poked against the other woman's panties, prodding her bulge. While Piper closed her eyes, Curie simply widened her's, her body locking up as Piper closed the distance. When Piper pressed her mouth against her, all Curie could do was mumble a startled "Mmf!" The kiss was deep, needy, lipsticks lightly smudging together before Curie abruptly felt something hot and moist brush against her lips, trying to slip between. Curie couldn't even fathom the depth of the sensation that struck her, all of a sudden. Not only did her face begin to burn a bright crimson, but an uncontrollable surge flew downwards through her body, intensifying the butterflies in her stomach as a warm, tingling flush closed in on...Oh, dear.

Curie mumbled against Piper's mouth one more time out of protest, but Piper simply took it as an invitation to escalate things even further. Breaking the seal of their lips, she reached down, wrapped a hand around Curie's rapidly ballooning manhood, and leaned in even further. Her mouth by one of Curie's ears, she huskily breathed out "If you want it so badly, why don't we start with a little head? Then, you can drop to the bed, and I'll make sure to take my time fixing your little problem." Curie's manhood reached full mast without further ado, standing tall in a salute at the breathy whispers, the direct stimulation of Piper's gentle touch. Regardless, Curie reached up, planted her hands to Piper's shoulders, and pushed her back out to arm's length, indignantly blurting out "Mademoiselle, really!"

Piper didn't push her advances, but she did look thoroughly confused at how Curie was suddenly resisting. She had no choice but to slip her hand off of Curie's lower regions, both arms hanging limp by her sides as she tried to understand where she had gone wrong. Curie furrowed her brow at Piper, sounding adorably outraged as she exclaimed "You tricked me! What is this? This is no medical treatment! You...You lured me in, but you can't really aid me, can you? Oh, I feel so silly, in this get-up!" Piper raised her eyebrows, earnestly blurting out "What? B-But, I can help - that's what I'm trying to do!" She started smiling, looking pretty thoroughly embarrassed at this miscommunication. Better confusion than rejection, right? Giving a quick huff of a chuckle, she remarked "I can't fix your blue balls if I don't make you cum, right? I'm just trying to get you off!"

Curie froze up, for a moment. Realization slowly settled across her face, eyes locked on Piper's, lips just slightly ajar. Piper gave a sheepish grin, popping her shoulders up in an innocent shrug. Curie wasn't even thinking, by that point. She let go of Piper's shoulders and simply grabbed her hips, striking a chastising pose. Thoroughly steered by the chaotic whirlwind of emotions she was grappling with, she thought she understood what Piper was getting at, and all she could blurt out was a curt "Well, if that's the case, you should be working to make me orgasm, not the other way around! Er, you do mean to make me orgasm, oui? I wish you had told me that this were a sexual matter, I could have tried to cure this on my own! Why should I work to pleasure you when I'm the one with the condition? You said you could help me!"

Piper gave a bit of an uncomfortable grimace. Oh, boy. She wasn't sure she liked where this conversation were turning. Now, this particular situation confronted her with a bit of a dilemma: on the one hand, she had to admit, she very much would've liked to get a piece of that sweet French tail, and she had already put time and energy into setting up the fun. On the other hand, Curie's naive front had fully provided the impression she'd be the bottom, but now, the good doctor was suddenly flipping the script. Piper...Wasn't exactly used to playing catcher, but if it was the only way she could get with the short-haired, hour-glassed beauty, well...Maybe it could be worthwhile...Maybe.

Piper looked off to the side, fidgeting for a moment before she reached up and preened her ponytail. A bit begrudgingly, she answered "Uh...I guess you have a point. But, I never tricked you, I mean...It seemed pretty obvious that you were flirting with me." "I was not, madame, you are mistaken," Curie firmly insisted, even as her rock-hard manhood thrummed in the air. When Piper dropped her eyes and spotted the extra inches gracing that rigid baton, her eyes almost crossed. Good grief. She had been eight inches before, but now...There was a distinct gap between the two of them, and it wasn't in Piper's favour. That thing was huge!

A bead of sweat crept down Piper's forehead. Uh...Come to think of it, maybe playing bottom wasn't such a good idea, after all. Curie was...Presenting a serious trial, down there. Trying to get her off would be no easy feat. Curie took a hand from a hip, pointed down at herself, and indignantly demanded "And now, look at what you've done! In all this confusion, your teasing of poor, innocent Curie has made the condition even worse! Look at me, the swelling is positively out of hand!" Curie frowned, eyes falling half-closed. "Do you have any concept of the Hippocratic Oath? You've given me undue suffering, and now, you must do all you can to alleviate it! Anything less is ethically atrocious!"

Piper gulped. Was Curie still clueless, or did she realize how thoroughly she was demanding a fuck? Piper couldn't help but offer a reluctant smile, trying not to cringe and chuckle. Good job getting in over your head again, Piper baby. The tent in her panties steadily stretched out to new heights, pulling the waistband taut. She tried not to consider how the proposition staring her in the face had utterly failed to dissuade her from damn near tearing a hole through her underwear. This was a surreal enough situation without her head going into a tizzy, on top of it all. Curie narrowed her eyes, muttering "Why don't we start with this "head" you mentioned? You can do to me what you wanted me to do to you. That is appropriate punishment, oui?..."

Piper never knew what she was in for. Here she was, expecting to give a little head, maybe lube Curie up a bit before taking a bit of anal. Nothing serious. Considering it was undoubtedly her first time, Curie wouldn't take very long to pop, especially with a tight, sexy little thing like Piper. The engagement would be over in...Likely not even a full half hour. Ten, fifteen minutes, tops...That's what Piper thought. Poor, innocent Piper, so thoroughly deluded. If she had any idea that Curie were only hitting her stride, she might've thought twice about going through with taking the pipe.

It started innocently enough. Curie didn't want to sit down on the bed, so Piper instead had to squat down, gently running her hands down Curie's sides for support. The first warning sign should've been when Curie instructed her to open her knees, and when Curie additionally ordered her to pull her panties aside, it really should've been a red flag. Piper didn't think too much on it at the time, however, and simply quietly followed instructions, obediently spreading her knees before pulling free her meat, letting her thick, veiny baton jut free from her lap, full balls flopping out to join the show. Curie's nostrils flared. Her eyes were already glazing at the sight before her: Piper on her knees, rigid manhood so needily pulsing, futilely hanging out as it's owner got a faceful of French frippery...

What was this feeling? This...This energy, this drive, this need to do something, this sense of control? Positively shackled by the sensations flooding her new body, she prodded Piper on, authoritatively ordering her to "do what she was supposed to," as Curie put it, trying to mask her own lack of comprehension. Piper, looking a little uncertain as she peered up at the good doctor, barely able to see that cute face past the twin mountains of her bust, gave her lips a quick lick, then eased her head in deeper. Breathing in Curie's aroma, she pressed just one little kiss straight to Curie's tip, smooching those full lips directly over the eye of Curie's helmet. The synth flinched and threw her head back, tensing up.

Full, puffy, lipstick-covered lips, pressing against her rounded knob.

As Piper crept out the tip of her tongue and gave it a couple wiggles against the underside of Curie's helmet, the synth raised her head back up, looking down at Piper. Now, eyes glazed and half-closed, she started to grin. Piper paused, then experimentally swirled her tongue around Curie's tip, getting it slippery. Of course, when Curie winced and twitched away from Piper's ministrations, she had to smirk, reach up, and circle her hand around Curie's base, holding her steady. Then, she slid her lips past the tip, feeling her puffy, lavender-coloured cock-pillows ease past the rounded end, reaching the hot crown before pausing. When Curie's eyes reluctantly began twitching up into her skull, when her mouth started to hang open, Piper began fooling herself into believing she'd be able to start retaking control of the situation.

Instead, Curie simply started to breathe hard through her mouth, and without warning, she reached out and grabbed Piper by the head with both hands. Piper locked up, eyes widening. Oh, dear. Curie blinked her eyes back into focusing, looked down at Piper and, mouth hanging open, she breathlessly exclaimed "Oh...Oh, my...Th-That's good, so very good, but I need more! We can do better than that, can't we?" Piper could read the writing on the wall. She knew what was coming, and she wanted no part of it. She tried shaking her head, tried discouraging Curie from giving in, but then the hands on her head were pulling. The hot shape between her lips plunged deeper, pushing itself further into her mouth until the tip crushed to the back of her throat, instantly putting tears in Piper's eyes as she gave a quick gag.

Curie's breathing escalated until she were panting. Eyes wide, she watched Piper as best she could past her cleavage, watching her struggle, pale purple lips helplessly stretching around her thick pussy-pleaser. Curie kept pulling until, with a wide-eyed look of desperation, Piper gave another wet gag. The tip of Curie's meat passed into her gullet, not only forcing it to bend a little to follow the path of her throat, but also forced Piper to lean her head back far, better lining up her mouth with her esophagus. While Piper teared up and flexed her throat, gripping Curie's hips tight, the curvaceous French doctor only started to give a shaky grin, eyes slowly rolling back into her skull. By God, it felt so good, sliding it in! Piper was so hot inside, so moist, so tight, and the way she clamped in those impotent gulps for air...Simply divine!

The wet sounds of Piper's gagging filled Curie's lap until, at last, she let Piper pull away, but she promptly pulled her toy back in, filling her throat back up with throbbing synth-meat. Over the sounds of Piper's whimpers for mercy and flexing throat, Curie gave a loud, quaking exhale, grinning from ear to ear. "Oh-hoh-hoh-hohh!...Madame Piper, y-you are simply amazing! This feels...There are no words! I...I think my condition's getting better!" Sweat began to turn Curie's forehead shimmery. She shut her eyes tight, helplessly bit her lip, and started to hold Piper's head still, instead pumping her hips towards her mouth. Piper could only squat there and stare, wide-eyed and helplessly, as Curie's lap bounced back and forth from her face, drowning her in the scent of the beauty's musk.

With every bash of that rounded knob against the back of her throat, Piper's eyes rolled back further and further, her heart pounding in her head from lack of oxygen. Curie's expression started to tighten up, every muscle in her body coiling as a build-up began helplessly accruing in her loins. Was this it? Was this the cure she sought? The inferno roared until, at last, those big balls of her's started to tighten up, drawing up in her big beanbag. Piper could feel Curie get hotter, tenser, until all at once, a hot, sticky jet splashed against the back of her mouth, followed a split-second later by a harsh groan from the nurse above her. Piper tried blinking, eyes still wide as Curie flung shot after shot, jetting a near-constant stream right into her waiting mouth, soiling the poor ex-top with a load that would've put any of her own to shame.

Curie let her mouth hang open with a moan, but she had to screw her eyes shut tight. Too much, it was too much! Cumming inside was just too much! She started sliding her sensitive battering ram free, ichor still flowing from the end of her tool all the while, filling Piper's mouth until, at last, the blushing twelve-incher fell free, smearing cream across Piper's chin in the process. Piper immediately descended into a coughing fit, helplessly blowing semen up into her nose in the process, white running from her mouth. Curie looked down, watching, stunned at the effect she had had upon Piper, yet not feeling even the least bit remorseful about it.

Piper, face red like a tomato, squatted there, splattered with spunk all down her chin and throat, more than a few ivory drops and dribbles having fallen to her chest, helplessly running into her cleavage and down to the edges of her half-cups. Down between those splayed thighs of her's, her cock stood up like a horn, blushing even harder than her face was, a shimmering trickle of pre-cum turning her tip shiny. Piper looked up at her in a daze as she did her best to recover. Curie gave a blink. Without even thinking, she blurted out "Goodness...I...That was so good, madame..." She didn't even smile. Eyes freshly glazing, she panted out "...But I'm not even close to being finished. You said so yourself, oui?...It could take work to fix my problem. In-depth work."

Piper's eyes started to cross. This was not good.

Twenty minutes later...

Curie grinned, furiously pounding her hips in, slamming her lap into Piper's well-padded cheeks. Piper, the side of her flushed face pressed into the bed, sat on her knees, hips raised high into the air as she submitted her tailpipe to the reaming so happily supplied by the squatting doctor behind her. Curie, eyes wide in a manic need, breathed hard and fast as she forced her meat through Piper's little ring, abusing that underused keister with full-length pumps cruel enough to make slapping sounds. Mercilessly grinding her whole twelve inches into the slippery, velvety tunnel of Piper's pipes, she made it a point to let her heavy, hanging balls pat and smack into Piper's own pair, taking that extra opportunity to remind Piper who was the bitch in this encounter.

Piper could feel the battering ram pressing into her stomach, and she breathlessly begged "Y-You're too deep! Please, Curie!"

Curie simply bit her lip and chuckled, then mindlessly blurted out "I-It's just a thermometer, you can take it! Be strong! This is...Just a check-up!"

Forty-five minutes later...

Curie's face distorted in agony and ecstasy. On her back now, she had Piper straddling her, squatting over her lap high enough for Curie to thrust her hips up and stab into her, having her way with her from underneath. By then, Piper's mascara had started to run, but Curie loved the way her mouth hung open, her eyes sightlessly locked on the headboard of the bed as she took the reaming. Curie, breathing ragged, reached up, grabbed Piper by the back of her neck, and pulled her head down, smothering her face into her cleavage, burying her against her pillows. She could almost feel the way Piper went less tense - evidently, the motherly move struck a chord, considering the way her ass stopped flexing, quite so hard.

When Curie blew again, she made sure to pull Piper's hips all the way down, sitting her squarely in her lap. Curie tensed up and went quiet, but Piper quaked overtop her body, offering sharp, high-pitched groans into the other woman's chest, grunting as her back passage was flooded with hot, salty wave after wave. When Curie felt Piper's prostate start rising and flexing, helplessly growing more defined through her inner wall, all she could do was give a long, harsh moan of approval, encouraging the slut to let it all go. Slowly, Curie slipped her hands off of Piper's head, and she shakily pushed herself back upright.

Cheeks streaked black with mascara, eyes foggy, mouth hanging slack as she panted, she looked down at Curie, watching the way Curie looked downwards, herself. When Curie raised her head and saw the other woman's untouched, blushing skewer, alabaster splash staining the belly of her body suit just underneath, she gave an exhilarated chuckle, closing her eyes as she dropped her head back down to the bed. As Curie repeated throbbed in her tunnel, Piper's cock helplessly flexed, prompting one last little trickle to spurt free. Piper groaned out a plea for mercy, breathing "Let's...Let's take a break..."

Curie, just as mindlessly, shook her head, breathing back "I'm...Whew, I'm not done yet, I'm sorry...I need more!...I'm still tense, down there..."

Piper said a silent prayer. This has been a big mistake. She couldn't even feel her ass, anymore!

One hour, twenty-five minutes later...

Piper, eyes wide and rolling around in ecstasy, had long stopped trying to keep her legs still for modesty's sake, letting her feet helplessly bounce around in the air. Back to the bed, knees held down by her shoulders, feet jolting around with every ram against the underside of her body, she could do nothing but take it as Curie knelt over her, aggressively crushing her crotch against the underside of Piper's body, abusing her vulnerable rosebud with the full extent of her thermometer. Piper raised her head, looking wide-eyed at the synth over her, forcibly having her way with her ass. Curie, that beautiful body of her's glistening with sweat, those giant tits of her's quaking and bouncing with every thrust she landed home against Piper's body, looked down at her, meeting her gaze.

Curie slowly tilted her head to the side, puffy pink lips forming a little "o" as she drank in Piper's reactions, every exhale she gave becoming a moan, a groan, a needy hiss. Every time Curie slid in, her hot length would grind against her button, then cram deeper, deeper, deeper still into her pipes, reaching too deep, going somewhere nobody had ever gotten to, before. Piper might've complained or begged for the sake of her colon, if she still had her wits about her. Curie likely wouldn't have cared even if she could've formed the words, but at least the gesture would've been made, rather than the reaming silently going on and on.

Piper's eyes started crossing all over again, her eyelids flickering as she desperately tried to keep them open, to prevent them from falling shut. She could barely make out Curie biting her lip, sweat run down her cleavage as her tits kept bouncing, as her battering ram kept prodding her somewhere deep inside. Without warning, the rigid red rocket hanging back over Piper's stomach, lying neglected and unused, gave a tense throb, then started pouring forth, little streamers of white sludge weakly burbling from the tip to smear her crotch. Piper's breathing turned ragged, but she pressed her lips tight together, forcing her nostrils to flare.

The sight only had Curie's breathing picking up, in turn. Huskily, the French babe panted out "I didn't...Give you permission to cum!...I'm the one who needs to cum here, not you! Take it! Take it deep!" Piper finally let her eyes close. Curie kept pumping until, all at once, that humongous, boiling hot rod up her abused ass became even more rigid. As it started pulsing and flexing, Curie's entire body started quaking, the French babe giving a tense, loud moan, practically roaring. Yet again, those meaty balls of her's drew up tight in that bloated undercarriage. At last, another generous deposit was made in Vault Piper, another messy, much-needed climax rocking Curie's body, coursing up her cum-vein to paint her bottom bitch's walls a goopy ivory. Piper gasped like a fish out of water, but slowly, with a nice, maybe even contented sigh, Curie began to withdraw.

She looked down and took her prick by the base as she slipped free, grinning at the way Piper's pucker tried to close, then helplessly yawned back open into a dark pit, her blushing red rosebud gulping until a frothy, churned white began to ooze free. Curie grumbled a needy "Yes" as she firmly pulled up along her shaft, milking herself, getting the final trickle in her urethra to sprinkle free across the round, sweat-moistened shape of Piper's undercarriage. Curie grinned and, panting, gave Piper's belly an almost affectionate rub, as if to say "I planted my seed nice and deep in there, didn't I" before she collapsed back into the bed, letting Piper drop her legs across her body.

Eyelids flickering, Curie couldn't do much besides stare up at the ceiling. Eventually, she thought to gasp out "I think...I think I'm done...I think my blue balls are gone, now..."

Piper merely groaned back "You...You think? Ugh...Huff...Huff...I could punch the man...Who invented synths!..."

Curie grinned and gave a giggle, but then she was exhaling a tired groan, letting her head tip over until her temple came to the bed. Good gracious...Who would've ever imagined? No wonder humans were so fixated on sexuality! Such an exhausting pastime, however! She...She could do with a rest, she thought. Yes, a rest would do. In the sleepy haze, however, a thought came to Curie...

...Did Winter enjoy this sort of thing, too?...

~~End of Ch. 1~~