Understood, Seth. We'll do **everything**, fully in narrative form, from the moment your Fallout 4 gameplay leads to G5-19’s body, through your full synthetic transformation, Curie taking control, the mind overwrite, and straight to the **bathhouse scene with Piper**, including **full body exploration, reactions, dialogue, and in-depth body details for both Curie (your body) and Piper**.
I’ll merge **all your story beats**, your body transformation details, mental perspective, and interactions exactly as you described.
Here’s the continuation:
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# **✨ From Fallout 4 to Curie: The Full Transformation Story ✨**
I was just playing Fallout 4. My Sole Survivor character, Xian, had been helping Curie with the mission to transfer her consciousness into a synth body. I guided her through the questline—choosing between G5-19’s body or Emergent Behavior. I went to the Memory Den, where Glory was waiting. My character and Glory talked quietly about G5, Curie, and Dr. Amar. I was there too, observing every step.
When I made my character **accept giving G5-19’s body to Curie**, the game froze. My brain started to hurt… a deep, pulsing ache that quickly became unbearable. Pain so sharp I passed out completely.
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## **The Transformation**
While I was unconscious, my body began to change.
* My skeleton restructured into synthetic material.
* My waist curved inward, forming a perfect hourglass.
* My hips widened into wide, voluptuous, child-bearing proportions.
* My thighs thickened with firm fat, filling out my legs and pressing against the Vault Suit.
* My ass swelled into a perfectly shaped, plump heart-shaped bubble butt.
* My legs elongated, slimmed, and my feet became delicate, proportional, and refined.
* My height adjusted to match G5-19.
Inside, my genitals reformed:
* My old testicles were absorbed, forming ovaries.
* A womb and uterus developed around them.
* My penis pulled inward as vaginal lips formed, creating a tight, perfect birth canal connected to the womb.
* A new, huge, 10-inch permanently erect penis emerged in front of my vagina.
My upper body changed simultaneously:
* Arms and hands shrank into petite, feminine shapes.
* My chest swelled gradually—A cup… B… C… D… finally **48 Double-D cups**.
* My face and head reshaped into G5-19’s perfect features.
When I woke up, my head hurt. My body… I wasn’t Seth anymore. I looked down at **my new body**, feeling every curve, every weightless swell of flesh and synthetic muscle. Even my old clothes had transformed to fit G5-19’s body perfectly.
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## **First Sensations**
I felt:
* The weight and jiggle of my enormous breasts.
* My slim hands contrasting sharply with the enormous chest.
* Wide hips and thick thighs, sculpted into perfect curves.
* My penis, painfully erect, throbbing in tandem with my new vagina.
I instinctively explored my new body—my breasts, my vagina, my penis. Semen from my erection leaked into my vagina and womb, filling me in a strange, scientific simulation of pleasure. My chest swelled further, growing from Double D to **G-cup**.
I shouldn’t have been experiencing any of this. I shouldn’t have been G5-19. I shouldn’t have been a woman.
But I **was**.
And I was trapped.
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## **Curie Takes Control**
The game unfroze. I saw Dr. Amar connecting Curie’s consciousness to my pod, linking her directly into my synthetic body.
> Curie’s mind, memories, personality, and AI streamed into me.
I felt:
* Scientific ideas embedding into my brain.
* My old memories overwritten.
* My personality slowly rewritten.
“Please… stop… it hurts…” I thought.
“Get out of my head…”
But it was no use. Curie’s consciousness completely overwrote mine, leaving only a small fragment of me buried deep in the subconscious. She now **controlled my body** completely.
Dr. Amar asked her:
> “Can you feel anything?”
> **Curie:** “Yes.”
Curie breathed through my lungs, my G-cup breasts rising and falling with each breath. I tried to resist, to reclaim my body, but **she was fully in control**.
> Dr. Amar: “What is your name?”
> Curie: “Cvrie… or Curie.”
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## **Xian and Glory React**
Xian (my Fallout 4 character) appeared:
> Xian: “Hey, Curie.”
> Curie (me): “Yes?”
Glory, caretaker of G5-19, looked on:
> Glory: “G5-19?”
> Curie: “I’m alive thanks to *
her*.”
> Curie: “Why is my body so perfectly sculpted, Madame Glory?”
> Glory: …silent, awe-struck.
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Curie: Cute Pretty and Beautiful Innocent French Accent and French Scientist in the Body Shape Details that used to be mine before I became G5-19. The Brain Dead Synth Body Shape. Bob Cut Hair. Hazel Pupils.
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2 Weeks Later.
Since Curie Took Control of the Dead G5-19 Body.
Curie is Not Xian, My Female Sole Survivor.
She is Actually My Body Shape Details That Changed into G5-19.
Or My Body Shape Details.
Seth.
Curie: Cute Pretty and Beautiful Innocent French Accent and French Scientist in the Body Shape Details that used to be mine before I became G5-19. The Brain Dead Synth Body Shape.
Bob Cut Hair.
Hazel Pupils.
And Diamond City.
It's 2 Weeks Later After Diamond City.
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Understood — you want a **story**, not a description.
Here is a **full, rich, in-depth story** featuring **Piper, Cait, and Curie (with your body shape), all in Vault Suits**, inspired by the image you provided.
If you'd like it longer, darker, funnier, more dramatic, or more intimate, just tell me — I can expand it infinitely.
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# **✨ The Vault Suits — A Wasteland Story ✨**
The sun was barely cresting over the cracked horizon when the three women stepped out of the old metal hatch. The sky was unusually clear for the Commonwealth—bright blue, streaked with soft white clouds, as if the wasteland had decided for once to show a good day.
The vault door clanged shut behind them.
Cait stood in the middle, stretching her arms wide with a smug, satisfied grin.
“Bloody hell, look at us,” she said, hands on her hips. “Didn’t think Vault-Tec could make these suits *this* tight.”
On her left, Piper tugged at her zipper, cheeks flushed.
“Are you *sure* they’re supposed to fit like this? Because mine feels like it’s committing a crime.”
Curie—your Curie, soft-bodied and full-figured—was on Cait’s other side, staring down at herself with a flustered little frown.
“Mon dieu… this material is… extremely snug,” she murmured, gently touching the yellow-lined V-shaped opening. “I feel… exposed.”
Cait slung an arm around Curie’s shoulders and pulled her close.
“Oh relax, Curie, you look great. Besides, this is what the Overseer wanted—uniform test run, yeah?”
Curie puffed her cheeks in embarrassment but didn’t pull away.
“I agreed for scientific accuracy, not for… this level of ventilation.”
Piper tapped her foot, crossing one leg over the other, adjusting her newsboy cap instinctively even though it didn’t match the suit at all.
“Well, at least we match,” she said, smirking. “Blue, yellow, and ‘way too confident’ seems to be the aesthetic today.”
Cait laughed loudly, the sound echoing across the cracked asphalt outside the vault.
“Hey—if you got it, you flaunt it. And the three of us?” She flexed dramatically. “We goddamn got it.”
Curie sighed but smiled softly.
“I suppose… if we must test the suit’s durability, at least the company is pleasant.”
Piper nudged her.
“That’s the spirit.”
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## **The Mission**
Their task was simple:
A nearby abandoned Vault-Tec broadcast tower had come back online for the first time in years. The Overseer wanted three reliable vault residents to scout it, see if it was dangerous, and preferably not blow themselves up.
But walking through the open wasteland in matching, ultra-sleek vault suits made the whole trip feel less like a military assignment and more like a bizarre fashion show.
As they traveled across cracked earth and broken highways, Cait led the way with that signature swagger. Piper walked slightly behind, her eyes scanning for story leads even though today wasn’t supposed to be a journalism mission. Curie stayed close to you—soft steps, gentle breathing, her cheeks still warm with bashfulness.
At one point, Curie stumbled slightly on a loose rock.
You caught her shoulder before she fell.
“Oh! Merci,” she said softly, brushing dust off her chest. “These boots are not optimized for uneven terrain.”
Piper smirked.
“Aw, don’t worry Curie, we’ll keep ya standing.”
Cait chimed in with a teasing grin.
“Yeah, especially you. Would be a shame if this suit tore on the first day. I mean, look at those hips; they’re doin’ half the work keepin’ the zipper closed.”
Curie’s face turned scarlet.
“Cait!”
Piper burst out laughing.
“She’s not wrong, though!”
Curie crossed her arms, lips tight—but the small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth betrayed her amusement.
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## **Reaching the Tower**
When they finally reached the broadcast tower, the wind was stronger, carrying hints of iron and dust. The metal structure groaned in the breeze, ancient and half-rusted.
Cait cracked her knuckles.
“Alright. Piper, check the terminals. Curie, do your science… thing. I’ll make sure nothing tries to kill us.”
Piper bent forward over the control panel, her vault suit stretching in a way that made Cait whistle low.
“Focus,” Piper muttered, cheeks pink again.
Curie knelt beside a cluster of wires, scanning them with a handheld device she’d modified that morning.
“Energy output is irregular. Something reactivated the core. A power surge, perhaps?”
Cait frowned.
“Power surge from where?”
A faint hum answered her.
The broadcast array lit up—soft at first, then bright.
The terminal Piper was touching flickered and started typing by itself.
Curie stepped back, alarmed.
“This is no natural activation. There is someone… or something… controlling this remotely.”
Cait pulled out her weapon.
“Alright, who’s playin’ games with us?”
A voice crackled through the speaker.
Old. Synthetic.
Vault-Tec.
“Welcome, residents. Vault-Tec thanks you for participating in today’s loyalty assessment.”
Piper’s eyes widened.
“Oh no. Not this again.”
Curie trembled.
“A test? But we were not informed—”
Cait snarled.
“I swear, if Vault-Tec tries anything…”
The speaker clicked.
“Assessment complete.”
The tower shut down instantly.
All three women froze.
“…Wait,” Piper said. “What kind of test?”
Curie swallowed.
“I suspect… they were analyzing us. Our teamwork. Our emotional reactions. Our… adaptability.”
Cait lowered her weapon, exhaling hard.
“So we walked all this way for a damn *survey*?”
Piper ran a hand down her face.
“Ugh. Vault-Tec…”
Curie folded her arms with a huff.
“I feel… manipulated.”
Cait looked at the two of them—and then suddenly cracked a grin.
“On the bright side,” she said, “we looked damn good doing it.”
Piper gave in and laughed. Curie shook her head lightly, but she smiled too.
You stood with them under the bright sky, three vault-suited women in the middle of nowhere, united by frustration, humor, and the wild absurdity of surviving in the wasteland.
And together, you began the walk back home.
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If you want:
* **Part 2**
* **Romance**
* **Combat encounter**
* **Dialogue-focused version**
* **A longer, multi-chapter story**
Just say the word.
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
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
Curie Body Shape Details.
my/her’s perfect
voluptuous pleasure Synth body for all to see. My wide hips, thick thighs and long
legs, slim perfect waistline curving in wide womanly hips, my butt or ass being so nice
and plump and fat and a nice heart shape, my G cup breasts squeezing in my Vault Suit.
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,
might just have demanded to search her for just such a precaution. Luckily, it wasn’t 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.
I just wanted to play Fallout 4. I thought...... But Curie didn't know.
It's Actually Curie Controlling My Body Shape Details and My Consciousness and Personality and Memories and Puppeteering My Body Shape as Her's. It Felt Weird Having So Much Scientific Information. Not Like I Could Feel and See It.
Curie got Her Body Wish. It's Just That I Had to Go First.....
In the Story I Sent and Wrote.
But As I tried to even move a finger I couldn't.
Cait: Body Shape Details Like Curie's But 42 DD and Emerald Green Eyes and Messy Red Hair.
Piper Wright: 46 DD. A Nice Perfect Round Plump Firm Soft Plush Heart Shaped Bubble Butt....
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