Day 13 - Size Difference - Fallout 4

“Excuse-moi, messieurs!”

“Whaz that?” The big green leader snarled back.

Curie stepped forward and held her hands out in front of her to show that she wasn’t armed, though all evidence showed that super mutants (at least those of a certain persuasion) either didn’t care or didn’t understand the distinction. Nasty, brutish giants, though as the one which Nora had brought back to camp demonstrated, not without the capability of gentleness and reason. There was an interesting moral dilemma present there. Because Strong was the least hostile super mutant they knew, he made for the most viable potential test subject. But because he was the most human (in his own way) they had to consider his inability to give truly informed consent with the most severity. Ultimately, she had decided that it would be best to perform the test, though possibly morally incorrect, on the specimen which showed the least humanity even if it came at the cost of having the least capability to consent to them. Humans had come to the decision to experiment on mice pre-war under these same lines of reasoning. This was, occasionally, regrettable. As while all mice eventually born will eventually die, without direct human interference almost none of them will die as a result of Abraxo’s new line of cleaner.

She was standing in front of them at both a disadvantage and an advantage. Disadvantage being that she stood (at least in the humanoid body she had come to call home) at a slender five feet and four inches (162 centimeters in her head, though the scientists had programmed her to outwardly display measurements in American readings) while the shortest of the super mutants seemed to come in at well over seven feet. They also displayed a strength which led to the casual usage of discarded rebar or misplaced pieces of sewer piping as weaponry, while she had actually taken something of a substantial downgrade in strength upon transferring to a synth body. The advantage lay in that any damage they did to her was more easily repaired than damage she might give back in return. Even death, with a component chip capable of being transferred to a new synthetic body, was effectively reversible. This led some other synthetics to being laissez-faire with their safety. She would have preferred to look at it as being more willing to risk her life in the name of science.

“Hello!” She waved to them, “Down here!”

It had likely been unnecessary, but it was what got the attention of all of them, not just the leader. There were four of them in total. The smallest one had the darkest skin, a sort of mossy green compared to the others who tended more toward pea soup. Shortest also didn’t mean short, as he stood at least on the borderline of seven feet if not slightly over. Then there were two with nearly identical builds and heights, mostly distinguished by one missing an eye while the other had teeth like a mouthful of rusted metal. Then the leader, the biggest one (as was most often the case with super mutants) had a pair of tiny eyes that bordered on almost looking animal.

“What? Human no weapon?” The leader shrieked. He seemed to be on the lower end of diction for super mutants, though that spectrum ranged from human-equivalent speech all the way to only being able to muster grunts and yelps.

“Maybe hiding,” The toothy one gave a croaking chuckle, “Best searchin.”

“It’s possible she just has a death wish,” The short and dark one grumbled. The ones with more brains tended to distinguish themselves at some point. They were usually the ones from the west coast. She made a mental note that the darkness of his complexion was possibly as a result of sun scorching during the trip.

“Ah,” Curie turned to him, “Seeing as you present the greatest level of diction among your comrades, I will address my further discourse to you. What is your name, my friend?”

“It’s Cecil, and I would be careful doing that,” He nodded, “The leader of this group gets upset if he can’t understand what’s going on for too long.”

“Very well, I will make this brief.” Curie put on her most winning smile, “I was hoping to enlist you and your gang as aids in a scientific venture.”

“Then you really do have a death wish,” He scoffed, “Even without that, we don’t exactly make for a scientific crew. I’m a gunsmith. And these guys, as far as I can tell, just sort of hit things with sharp sticks and then eat them.”

“Not to worry, you would be very much the test subjects and not test assistants!” She beamed, but Cecil’s face remained a mask of concerned displeasure, “And I am a synth, not a human being. Any damage I may suffer in the course of my studies can be reversed with the right facilities.”

“And you have access to those facilities?”

“Most certainly, yes! I would not be in the body I inhabit now without access to them.”

“Well, can’t say I love the idea of being experimented on, but what is it you’re trying to study?”

“I have been trying to look into the root cause of super mutant infertility, being that it is entirely possible a cure can be found.”

“Curing super mutant infertility?” Cecil’s jaw all but dropped, “Why would you want to do a stupid thing like that?”

“You see, finding the root cause of your infertility may be beneficial to more than just super mutants. If it occurs entirely as a result of your exposure to the forced evolutionary violence, then while it may not have widespread application now, it may become more useful as the virus continues to spread through the air and through involuntary exposure. If it occurs from something else, then finding out what may be the answer to not just your infertility, but also infertility in ghouls, and potentially even humans!”

“What she saying?” The leader shrieked.

“She’s saying she wants us to help her.” Cecil spoke slowly, but it seemed like his expressions and lack of anger were doing most of the work to communicate to the leader.

“Stupid human! Mutant not help, human do what mutant want! We strong, you weak! We smart, you dumb!”

“Ignore him,” Cecil looked apologetically at Curie, “Until he actually starts trying to hurt somebody, he’s all talk. What would you need us to do for your research?”

“Oh, that would be very simple. I have found usable supplies of super mutant sexual fluids to be nearly impossible to come by, so I have modified my body to be capable of safely storing any I can collect for potentially days at a time. I would simply want to collect a specimen from each of you and then I would be able to transport them safely back to my laboratory. I am even prepared to offer compensation for this assistance, though I am under the impression that the majority of your kind would be unreceptive to traditional forms of payment.”

“This is getting boring!” The leader shouted and stomped his feet like an angry child.

“She’s asking us to… fuck her,” Cecil turned to him with a look of shock.

“What? Human want fuck? No struggle?”

“She is saying that doing so would be assisting her.”

“Human stupid! Fuck not help! Fuck hurt! Mutants too big! Humans always say!”

“I am also modified to be capable of taking sexual organs of the reported size that super mutants have.” Curie beamed, “Though I do not have any first-hand experience of them, and may have actually overcompensated.”

Cecil turned back to the leader, “This one want fuck, says help not hurt.”

The leader let out a noise that was somewhere between a cry of rage and a laugh, then yanked off his loincloth.

“Stupid stupid! Look! No help human! Hurt human!”

Curie breathed a sigh of relief, there had always been that shred of fear that she had actually undershot her estimates, that the stories which made it out of those who escaped the mutants had been undersold or spare on the details for the sake of the victims, but what the leader was holding in his giant green hand was basically exactly what she had expected. Giant, likely to be over a foot long when fully hard, and as thick around as one of her arms, but considering that some of the accounts had been as extreme as “third leg in the literal sense” she’d call it a victory. She stepped toward him and grabbed the massive cock in both hands before opening her mouth, sliding her jaw into a more flexible position, and popping the head of it effortlessly into her mouth. The mutant leader looked down at her with bulging eyes.

“What? How?” He sputtered.

She had worried that cleanliness might be an issue, not because it posed a threat of polluting the results but simply for her own sake, having recently come into more senses than she was used to and finding there were more ways to offend them than she ever would have feared. Fortunately, however, the mutant leader was surprisingly clean, either because of his encampment’s close proximity to the harbor shore (with even a telltale hint of sea salt on his skin) or because Cecil had done his best to make his living situation in his new group as tolerable as possible and tried to drag them kicking and screaming to some tolerable level of hygiene. The other two, having seen her capably handling their leader, were also removing their loin cloths and showed similar size and cleanliness.

“This human special,” The one with only one eye breathed in awe.

“Not possible!” The one with messed-up teeth grumbled, even with his cock in his hands, “Must be trap.”

“Don’t care!” His friend shoved him, “Too long since last fuck!”

The leader’s cock was now hard, and still just below what she’d considered to be the size where she had to start worrying. Curie slipped it from her mouth and started to remove her clothes. The three dumber mutants coming in around her and almost walling her in with their bulk. Even with Cecil, her head only came up to the bottom of his ribs, she was more or less at navel height for the others, which had her looking up at three mean green smiles, all of whom began slapping her face with their cocks. She turned, as much as was possible in her position.

“Will you please join us, monsieur Cecil? I will appreciate having a more capable assistant to speak for me while I am performing my work.”

He didn’t lose the mildly-surprised look on his face, but Cecil did unfasten the buckle of his belt and take down the makeshift pair of pants he was wearing. She grabbed either of the anonymous greenskin’s cocks in her hands while the leader pressed her face back into his crotch and she opened her mouth to accept him. She felt Cecil set his hands on her hips and then bring himself down as much as he could on his knees, his face still between her shoulder blades. He gave her a guiding hand up, standing her on his thighs as he sat back on his ankles and brought his face between her legs. Even with the ability to self-lubricate, she felt some appreciation for his big, leathery tongue dragging across her pussy and asshole. Not the least because it was pleasantly stimulating.

The leader grumbled pleasedly as he rammed his cock into her throat without any real concern for her safety. She immediately realized why they had trouble finding mates, or at least keeping them. With an elastic jaw and very little need to breathe, Curie was uniquely equipped to take the abuse, but it was still deeply unpleasant at times. She tried to keep her throat as lubricated as possible, making herself a receptive hole for the giant.

In an incredibly short amount of time, the leader let out a howl and jammed her face down into the base of his crotch, burying his cock in Curie’s throat down to the entrance of her pseudo-stomach and unleashing a hot torrent of wet, impotent spunk. Despite how little use the super mutants’ had for their baby batter, they produced it in such vast quantities and at such an accelerated rate that they had become infamous for falling for honey traps far more often than food or supply traps. This, of course, ignored several present biological difficulties they had in sustained mating, but this was theorized to be yet another reason for their constant attempts to reinforce their ranks through non consensual exposure of their captives to the FEV. Information on female super mutants still remained incredibly scarce in comparison. When she felt the leader’s cock give a final throb in her throat and start to pull out, she sectioned off that part of her stomach like she was tying a water balloon shut.

“This human amazing!” The leader shrieked. “She special!”

“You hog!” The one-eyed one grunted back.

“Not seem special,” Toothy continued, “Seem like trap still.”

Toothy grabbed her from Cecil’s grasp and tossed her roughly to the ground, throwing himself on top of her, big body blotting out the sun as he lined his tip up roughly with her cunt.

“Hidin weapon, me check!” He reassured his squad, though it was hard to tell who the performance was for.

He jammed his cock in with all the patience and grace she had expected from a super mutant, an action that likely would have done permanent damage to an actual human girl. Her synthetic pussy unfolded to meet him, wrapping him tightly and wetly and molding itself to fit him. Immediately his brutish green face contorted in the sort of innocent, ignoble human pleasure that made so many more intelligent beings self-conscious, eyes turning skyward and lips shaping a silent “O” more or less only for her to see.

“Come on!” Cyclops whined, “Move!”

He pushed Toothy’s chest back so he could get a grip on Curie’s chin and tilt her head back to open her throat for him. Immediately, she was being spit roasted between two giant green bodies, massive green cocks ramming up against either entrance to her stomach in an asynchronous push and pull that dragged her back and forth through the mud. Both of them hooted and grunted like wild animals, pounding as quickly as they could, concerned only about their own release. Curie had been blessed to discover orgasms upon entering her new body, but had also learned about their occasional ephemerality, their difficulty in pursuit. There were other things which gave similar yet different pleasures, different flavors of things which the body might desire. Lying in bed on a lazy morning with Nora was one of them, this was another. As different as could be. Jagged and unpleasant, harsh and degrading, rough and shameful. And yet, in surrender there was bliss. Something for her notes.

They both threw their heads back and unloaded into her at roughly the same time, her stomach working overtime to section their genetic samples and isolate them to store for safekeeping. Carrying three bags of samples made her feel bloated, overstuffed. She was going to be bogged down with at least three heavy bags of liquid weight, and she could already feel the hot gunk sloshing and shifting inside of her as she cordoned it. And as both of them pulled out, they didn’t seem to have any interest in stopping there.

“I’ve decided!” The leader declared as the other two took a moment to regain their stamina, “We take her!”

“Take me? Misseur, I assure you, I have already been taken-”

“We keep her in camp! Special human serve us now! Forever!”

“Oh no, misseur, I have to get back to my laboratory and process these samples as-”

Curie froze as one of the giant green hands hoisted her from the ground by her elbow and started dragging her. She realized how incapable she was of fighting them off. This was about the only thing she hadn’t accounted for.

“Wait, do you see that?” Cecil sidled up beside the leader and pointed at the horizon, “I think that’s Roggy, heading for our camp.”

“What? Roggy?” The leader let go of Curie long enough to peer through his hands at the horizon, “I don’t see!”

Cecil quietly handed Curie her discarded clothes as Toothy and Cyclops came to look with their leader, then gestured with his head. Curie started to slide away from the group.

“You must have just missed him. If he was headed for camp, he might have been after your favorite dead brahmin.”

“No! That’s mine!” The leader screamed, seeming to have temporarily forgotten Curie as she made it to the bushes out of sight and started re-dressing. “Nobody take what mine! Me never lose!”

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