The door slid open with a low hiss and, as it always had, got stuck just a bit before it could slide fully into the wall. I stepped in, turning to side-step in, and heard it hiss again as it slid closed. I sighed as I had every other time this little routine had played out and walked across the room to tap the button on the light panel. The button that
actually
worked as opposed to the three that didn't on that panel alone. Despite being the one evaluating and scheduling maintenance I had never gotten around to sending the work crew to my personal quarters to diagnose and repair the various malfunctioning switches and light fixtures. Dim blue emergency lights rimmed the corners of the walls and ceilings which gave me enough light to see as I stepped past the panel and into the hallway beyond.
Everything was quiet save for the low thrum of machinery and the tapping of my heels against the cool metal floor. I had gotten pretty used to this quiet; a thankful change from the incessant yelling and music my old apartment had seemingly always been flooded with. My lab coat fluttered behind me as I walked at a brisk pace, my mind too awake for me to go to sleep as I knew I probably should have. I mean, there wasn't really ever any kind of curfew established and the other members of the staff were usually all working on their own projects till
God
knew when but it still never hurt to actually
try
to maintain some kind of decent sleep schedule. I couldn't remember the last time I actually did.
The second door, one that actually opened and closed without issue, opened as I approached it. This one had been constructed to resemble the same dark metal walls of the fortress and only opened when I was present. Beyond it was a room that slowly came to life as I entered; a laboratory I had secreted away when the task of figuring out the initial floor plan had fallen to me. The lights, actual white ceiling lights and not the same emergency backups that lit the bedroom, slowly began to rise in brightness so as to not immediately blind me everytime I stepped in from the dark hallway. The few small machines and computers that had been afforded to me began to power on and it once again felt like I was coming home.
"Good evening, Ms. Charlie. The current time on Umbra IV is 12:32 AM. You currently have: no ongoing processes. All subjects are accounted for." said the soft feminine voice of Lara, my lab's resident AI assistant and one of three master AI within the fortress.
The lights were now raised to the bright white one would usually associate with a sterile, impersonal lab but impersonal was anything but accurate. The walls were adorned with old bits and bobs I had collected over the years spent aimless at the colony; a mix of ancient movie posters, lewd art depicting women in various states of undress that were common in my old workplace and even the first dollar that had been shoved into my g-string back during my days as a dancer which sat in a little frame by the door. There weren't many things here to remind me of my past but as rough as it had been, they weren't memories I shied away from. I currently had the smallest lab of three dedicated to fairly simple logistical work, the other two being the main tech and teleportation lab as well as the dedicated genetics lab, so I don't think anyone was going to complain about a few personal effects filling out the empty space. Most of my work was either personal experiments or ones involving nutritional concerns for our subjects.
My image came into view in a floor mirror standing against the west wall and I took a moment to stand before it. People might not have guessed that the tiny little scientist-turned-stripper-turned-scientist still valued lewd clothing but I couldn't help but take a moment to admire myself in the mirror. Call it vanity or whatever other unsavory words that might come to mind but I made it a point to love my body as much as I loved my mind, thank you very much!
My lab coat flew out of my hand to the table sitting beside the mirror and all that was left on my frame was a cow print 'slingkini' I had ordered in as soon as the swimming pool was finished. If anyone thought that a scientist couldn't be a
sexbomb
, then I was living proof of the opposite and
damn
if I didn't feel good about it. My hands reached up to squeeze my breasts, soft and heavy in my grip and I gave them a hefty jiggle which always brought a smile to my face. Long and straight strawberry-blonde hair crested over my shoulders while flat bangs sat above my brow and my tall heels clacked as I swung my hips from side to side. The heels were
absolutely
a bit vain but when you're barely a hair over five foot
three
, it felt nice to have shoes that let you reach the tall shelves of your lab. That and I paid good money for them during my dancer days and
nothing
was going to stop me from enjoying my hard earned purchases!
"Charlie," I said to my reflection, "You're still beautiful. You've still got
brains
even if they only ever loved you for your
boobs
. You're still good enough even if you didn't always think you were."
My fingers slipped under the thin fabric of the slingkini as I stripped it off and set it down on the table with the lab coat before taking a second to look at my tattoos. A few were old and a few were new but each was lewd maybe a bit too bold. A rich blue jellyfish sat in the center of my chest with flowing tendrils and beaded chains that
once
crested nicely under my breasts back when they were a reasonable size. Matching blue beaded chains circled the under and outer curve of my areolas so at least they and the jelly were visible. A bar code rested over my right breast with the words 'GRADE A' under it paired with a tattoo on my hip drawn to resemble a cattle brand reading 'Umbra Farms - Grade A Fuckmeat'. The words 'Money Makers' were written, one on each huge, squishy thigh and could only be read when they were properly spread, which I honestly loved doing. The last one was by far the lewdest; it was a tattoo of a heart over my womb bearing cute devil horns and bat wings with a knotted cock filling the and sealing the heart. Turned out to be a bit ironic when I later found out I was largely infertile, but hey, a girl can still have her fun.
I gave myself a hearty slap on the ass and reached over to the bag sitting on the table. Inside were some bras and panties I had ordered and I figured it was as good a time as any to try them on. The frilly blue panties slid up my thick and luscious thighs to rest high on my waist to accentuate my wide hips which made me squeal a bit. They had looked
incredible
online and they looked even
better
on me! Woe to the men who could have seen what they looked like on the floor but now they'd just have to weep at night knowing I got away. Alright, so maybe I was a little vain. Just a tiny little bit as a treat to myself. I was
hot
and I was never going to hide that fact.
The matching bra perfectly hugged my pale, freckled breasts and that
alone
was an engineering marvel given how hard it was to shop for my milky G-cups. Even harder when experimentation expanded them by
another
cup or two but thankfully they always resettled back to a G, a fair cry from my original D's. A bra like this would have eaten up at least a night's tips on its own back in the day but now I had plenty of cash to play with. I tried on a pair of semi matte/sheer black underwear; this set made of a strapless bra turning sheer from the nipple up and a devilishly tiny thong that only turned matte as it reached my pussy, followed by a crimson set of lacey bits all while posing and squeezing in front of the mirror. It was just a little thing I did for fun, something to break up the monotony of getting tests done so my little goblin brain didn't get bored.
A wink flashed in the mirror before I stepped away now wearing the black set as tiny-doofus-me had decided it was my favorite of the bunch, and the fridge now greeted me. Hunger had taken root in me after my swim and I was thankful we had a working shower and air-dryer attached to the swimming area so that I was already washed up, dried and ready to relax. My hands quickly reached for a bottle of moscato and a can of lemon-lime soda as well as a container filled with strawberries I had sliced just earlier that day. A glass, the sound of liquids pouring and fizzing, a few slices dropped in and I was set to relax. I didn't really have anything in mind other than to drink, snack and enjoy my time but not everything had to be a thoroughly planned out event. Clacking filled the air as I strutted over past my desk and the monitor turned on to display my desktop.
"Shall I put on some music, Ms. Charlie?" Lara asked.
"Yes, Lara. Something soft and sensual, if you wouldn't mind."
"Of course, Ms. Charlie." she said.
A second later, the room felt just a tiny bit like the upscale lounges I was occasionally hired to stroll around bunny suit-clad and with a drink tray in hand. Soft and decadent jazz wafted to my ears as I leaned back in the large and comfy leather lounge chair my very generous boss had ordered for me which sat in a corner I had set aside as a comfort area that didn't fit well in my bedroom. The rich flavor of my drink, not at
all
mixed with a bit too much moscato because I was never very good at making drinks, rolled over my tongue and I lamented we didn't have a robot programmed with a bartender preset but such was life in the Fortress. We hadn't been there long enough to have a lot of amenities and I was grateful just to have a chair to sit in that accommodated my thick legs.
Short as I always was, my legs epitomized the 'thick shortstack' look people seemed to really like and I knew I certainly loved being a bundle of soft and squish. The leather shifted and creaked as I leaned back, putting one leg up over the other while I took another sip of my drink. The strawberries were calling to me that night so my free hand reached over to pluck a slice from the container before lifting it to my tongue. Most of the snacks in my fridge were one kind of fruit or another and I usually couldn't help but snack away anytime I found myself in the lab. Any complaints about maintaining a sterile environment could be submitted with the whiner's face planted
firmly
between my delicious thighs.
I lifted the next slice but it fell from my tongue and landed on my breast leaving me to crane my head down to lick it back up. I swallowed the tasty thing and took a second to lick the sweet juice from my freckled skin which gave me a stupid little idea harkening back to my old job. Only the mind of a silly little goblin could compel a woman to lift her breasts out of her bra to then place strawberry slices against her cute pink nipples but there I was, organic pasties and all, giggling like an idiot as I ate the slices and lapped my tongue over my nubs to clean the juice off of them. Maybe it was the boredom or just my own libido taking over but I hardly even noticed how quickly I had taken hold of my breast and wrapped my plump lips around the stiffening nub.
Nothing suited relaxation and cocktails quite like pleasure as muffled moans mingled with the melodic music playing from my computer and
boy
