Wasteland Slut: Escape From the Bunker
Philo Hunter
The world as we knew it ended when the bombs dropped but nuclear war wasn’t the worst thing to happen that day. History is hard to piece together from the vantage of the shattered wastes, but this is what we know: somehow all across the world an experimental mutagen got released along with nuclear holocaust. This strange chemical agent mixed with the radiation and spread with the nuclear winds that followed.
The mutagen changed the radiation. In high doses it is still deadly, but in smaller doses it mutates the living in non-fatal ways. This has meant that after the bombs impossible pulp fiction imaginings of the apocalypse became reality. The mutations differ from region to region and countless abnormalities wander the post-apocalyptic wastes. Lumbering monstrosities constructed of torn and fused flesh or disfigured humans that are little more than zombies all stagger across the barren wastes and wander the ruins of the old world.
Different as they all are the mutated monsters of the wasteland and its more human survivors all share one thing in common: the more mutated one is the more driven by carnal desires they are. If their stomachs are filled they seek to feed their overwhelming lust.
None of the “survivors” in this post-apocalyptic world have been left untouched by the mutation but some are luckier than others. While disfigured faces, stinking sores, or mutated limbs are the norm, some suffer less hideously. Many people have unnaturally colored hair or eyes, some become taller or shorter than the average human. There are even rumors of mutations granting abilities that might be considered a blessing, things like inhuman strength or speed, unnaturally fast healing, and even seemingly impossible things like telepathic abilities.
Nita is one of the lucky ones. This is her story.
But before it begins there are a few things you need to know. Before the bombs fell Bunker Corp was one of the biggest companies in America. They made their riches based on the fear of the oncoming war, creating self-sustained bunkers that would be able to survive the predicted nuclear armageddon. For a price the rich and their families could reserve space in a Bunker while many government organizations and scientific groups financed Bunkers of their own.
The Bunkers were intended to protect humanity, allowing it to wait out a nuclear wasteland and then, once nature had healed, reclaim the surface. But the day the old world ended came earlier than expected, leaving many Bunkers either empty or only partially filled.
Bunker 389 was one of the lucky Bunkers that was full when the bombs fell. The citizens of Bunker 389 gave up their lives above ground early to preemptively stay safe underground. They lived day to day, keeping the door to their bunker sealed but remaining in contact with the outside world via electronic communication. Everyone inside followed the news as the cold war outside warmed up then turned hot. Then, when they lost all contact with the outside world, they knew the day they all feared had come.
Now an entire generation has been raised in Bunker 389 never having set foot in the outside world. Young Nita Redfield is one of these bunkerlings, with no personal memories of the world before it ended. All she has ever known is life in the Bunker.
Our interactive story opens on Nita’s nineteenth birthday. As she wakes she is excited. In Bunker 389 the day of your nineteenth birthday is the day your official job is assigned by the Bunker Head Administrator. Nita thinks this is the day her whole life changes. She has no idea how right she is.
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Nita’s alarm clock rang, waking her from a deep sleep. She sat up, stretching and yawning as she greeted her birthday morning.
The Bunker’s automated systems recognized that she was awake and illuminated her bedroom. It was a small room, just large enough for her bed, a dresser, and a desk with a small bathroom attached. Being it was all the young woman had ever known she didn’t realize how spartan it is. After all, everyone in Bunker 389 had living quarters that looked exactly like hers, with only the ones belonging to breeding couples allowed to live in larger-sized personal quarters.
After throwing off her blankets Nita stood, stretching again to help push off the last of lingering sleepiness from her muscles.
Young Nita caught her reflection in the floor-length mirror across from her. As Nita approached it she admired her naked, lithe young body. She was rail thin as was most everyone in the Bunker. Their syntho gardens create enough food to keep the population alive and healthy but no one was getting plump on their limited rations.
She moved from side to side, running her hands down her body and finding the curves she had, although feminine, were lacking. As always this observation had her giving her mirror a pout. She was thankful that she at least had full lips and a pretty face, assets she hoped would soon help her land a breeding partner.
As a woman having just come of age it was something on the forefront of her mind, even if she’d never felt much interest in sex. The Head Administrator had instilled in every young man and woman born in the Bunker how important keeping their population numbers steady was. Nita was a good citizen and was eager to do her part, both in whatever job she was about to be assigned and in the eventual expectation to add to the Bunker’s population.
Although she’s only just turned nineteen she’d already learned an attractive face and body gets you through life a lot easier. She hasn’t yet done what some have done in the Bunker, using their bodies to get extra privileges, but she’s thought about it. She’d even tried having sex with a few of the men her age, just to see if she liked it. Her experimentations had left her unsure what all the fuss was about. Yet as uninteresting as she found sex breeding was her duty, so she’d do so as soon as she found a fitting partner who wanted her.
As these thoughts run through her mind she let out a long sigh./= I guess I shouldn’t complain that I’m not a sex pot like Francine LaBell, =/she thought. /=She’s willing to put out to get extra privileges, it’s not even about finding a breeding partner for her. I’d NEVER use my body like that, not unless sex suddenly became a lot more enjoyable. =/
Thinking about Francine LaBell made Nita remember the woman’s fiery red hair. Continuing to look in the mirror Nita admired her blond hair. Of the few hundred people that made up the population of Bunker 389 she and Francine were the only bunkerlings (those born and raised in the Bunker) with hair not some shade of brown.
“Enough silly thoughts,” Nita chided the girl in the mirror. “Today you become a woman! Stop being so vain and get dressed.”
Taking her advice Nita went to her small dresser and opened a drawer. Within the drawer was a row of neatly folded and stacked green coveralls. The outfit, called a Bunker jumpsuit by its inhabitants, was the sole article of clothing worn in the Bunker.
Nita often heard the old timers, the ones that lived outside the Bunker before the world ended, talk longingly of all the different kinds of clothing they used to wear. She’d seen pictures of those kinds of clothing. The dizzying array of pants, shirts, coats, and dresses of so many colors always seemed overwhelming to her. Every day she was happy that all she had to do was grab a Bunker jumpsuit and throw it on.
As she zipped up the front of the coveralls she’d grabbed for the day she was thankful she wouldn’t have to worry about picking out the right outfit the way those old timers said they’d had to do on special days. In Bunker 389 EVERYONE wears the right outfit, and the right outfit is the same outfit everyone else is wearing.
/=Now I just need to grab some breakfast then I’ll be ready to go to the Head Administrator for my job assignment, =/she thought after pausing one last time in front of the mirror to make sure her hair looked good.
As Nita turned to head towards the door leading out of her bedroom the lights suddenly turned out. At first she thought this was just one of the glitches that had been ailing the Bunker in recent years. Although the Bunker was supposed to be self-sustaining for generations it was turning out to not have been as well made as had been promised. She knew the Head Administrator had been directing projects to keep the Bunker going, potentially even toying around with expanding it deeper into the earth so they could create more syntho gardens or make room for more citizens.
In the past all of these glitches had been short-lived, with the lights turning back on almost instantly. She quickly realized this time was different, something made apparent by a rumbling from deep below her feet a few moments after the lights went out. After the rumbling it became clear that not just the lights had failed, all the power was off.
She barely managed to hold her scream of alarm back, hearing the echoing of nearby and distant screams in the sudden, unfamiliar silence. With the power off, something that had never happened before, the normal sounds of the Bunker, the power, the air filtration systems, everything was disturbingly silent. It was an alarming absence of sound she had never heard before, and being stuck in utter darkness made it even more terrifying. As she stood in the darkness trying not to panic she wondered if the door could even open without the power on.
As the moments passed she slowly became aware of a strong, bitter taste in the air. She coughed a few times, her throat scratchy then pained. Her panic subsided a few moments later as that scratchy, painful feeling faded, leaving behind only the bitter taste in the air.
Then, as suddenly as the power had gone out it came back on, with the lights flicker on a moment later. Although they weren’t as bright as they normally were Nita was happy to have illumination once more.
A moment after the lights came back on the Bunker loudspeaker crackled on. “Attention citizens, this is the Head Administrator. Please, stay calm,” the man declared, his voice shaky and sounding very much not calm. “There has been some kind of accident in the lower levels. Power was temporarily knocked out, but it seems to have returned, although not at full capacity. We have teams heading to investigate the incident as I speak. Expect the lighting to be spotty till we get things repaired. Till then I encourage everyone to remain calm and return to your private quarters if possible. Thank you.”
The static died, leaving Nita in silence once more. /=Well, not silence,=/ she thought. /=At least now I can hear the familiar and reassuring sound of the air filtration system, although it sounds a little odd… =/
“I guess I’m not getting my job assignment today,” Nita told herself in a dejected voice. She let out a heavy sigh of disappointment then collapsed onto her bed. As soon as she was still she realized just how exhausted she felt. At first she thought it was just a post-adrenaline crash, but as the seconds ticked by she grew worried.
She felt not just deeply tired but warm in a way that didn’t match the temperature in the room. As more time passed she found herself feeling even hotter and eventually needed to unzip the front of her coveralls, allowing the cool air blowing in through the ceiling air system to flow over her small bare breasts.
It didn’t help. Nita kept feeling warmer, more weary, and even dizzy before finally starting to feel faint. She fought the overwhelming impulse to pass out for as long as she could, trying to find the strength to get up and buzz for medical help. But she couldn’t move and eventually she relented, allowing her eyes to close as the exhaustion overtook her…
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When Nita woke she was unsure how much time had passed. Her room was dark, although she assumed this was because the autolights had recognized she was sleeping. As she woke from an almost painfully deep sleep she became aware of the fact that every single muscle in her body ached.
When she swallowed she found that the bitter, unfamiliar taste was still in the air. That more than her aching body shocked her to wake up faster than she would have otherwise.
She sat up, knowing it would turn the lights on. As she rose she felt a heavy weight shift downward on her chest. The lights turned on allowing her to look down and see what the weight was. Confusion then alarm filled her as she stared down at her chest. Where her small, nearly nonexistent breasts had been were two huge mounds of flesh, each as big as her head!
“What the hell,” Nita exclaimed in shock. She lifted her hands, cupping the bottom of her now overlarge breasts in her hands. As her hands came into contact with her breasts a small, surprised moan escaped her mouth. The simple touch had brought an overwhelming rush of pleasure.
She tried to ignore the pleasurable sensitivity as she lifted her breasts to feel their heft. /=Shit… these are fucking heavy,=/ she thought. Even while holding them and feeling both her hands on them and their weight in her hands she was left feeling they weren’t *-HER -*breasts. How could her body have changed so much while she was passed out? Was this some strange dream? Had she woken up in someone else’s body?
As she stared down at her enlarged breasts she allowed her hands to slide up their heavy curve. As the palms of her hands slid across her nipples she felt them grow almost instantly hard. The gentle nipple stimulation caused an intense wave of pleasure to cascade down her body, leaving her womanhood feeling an aching warmth she’d rarely felt before.
It was like nothing she had ever felt. It feels so good, she thought as she gently rubbed her nipples with the palms of her hands./= If my breasts had felt THIS good when I had tried sex I might have let MORE boys feel me up. =/