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Vice Bunker

Chapter 24

-VB-

Amy took a deep breath in, and then let it out slowly.

She knew for a fact that she wasn’t Mastered.

It was actually very easy to determine that. She asked her (adoptive) family if she was being weird lately and took notes on what she felt each day.

Everything she saw so far determined that, no, she was not Mastered.

If she was Mastered, then at the very least, she could try to … do something. She didn’t know. Rebel? Take over a part of the bunker? Become a warlord?

Whatever she may do in the future, she at least would have had an excuse to do anything to distract her from her current dilemma.

The dilemma in question?

She realized that she wasn’t a straight lesbian. No, she was a bisexual.

She realized to her own aroused horror that she wanted that tentacle dick in her as well after how thoroughly Vicky seemed to enjoy it.

It was also maybe the baby fever?

The thought of Vicky getting pregnant made her hot. The thought of Vicky getting tied up by tentacles made her hot.

The thought of herself getting the same treatment…?

It made her very heated.

So she walked around, trying to cool herself off. Unfortunately, the upper levels of the bunker was packed, especially since couples got married and took over bunker cells for their own family.

Jennifer, one of the girls that she knew from Arcadia, was seventeen. She was currently hitched with a twenty-something year old and happily pregnant.

Just like Vicky.

Amy sighed as she walked down the stairs.

She blinked.

Wait, where was she?

She looked around the well-lit tunnels and groaned in misery. She lost her way!

She took a deep breath in and turned around. Hopefully, she could guess where she was going. Besides, if she went up, she’ll end up at the upper levels of the bunker anyway, right?

Rrrmmm…

She stopped before she took one step up the stairs.

‘What was that?’ she thought to herself as she looked around the … how was it bright? There was light but where was it coming from?

… She was getting distracted.

Rrrmmm…

There was that sound again.

She turned around and “stealthily” made her way deeper into the bunker for the source of the noise.

She walked through the tunnels and the corridors, down more stairs, and in the case of area, a ladder hatch.

And then she finally found herself before a big wheel spun door.

Then she pried it open.

What she found was …

Well, she didn’t expect this from Alan.

Inside a giant cavern, she found a pit filled to the brim with a pool of tentacles slowly eating away at the bedrock.

Was this how Alan built the entire bunker?

It… explained why the bunker felt extremely organic like an ant hill than an upside down skyscraper.

She crawled up to the edge of the corridor that was cut off by the cavern and looked down. She also looked up and saw a giant hole in the ceiling. What was that for?

She froze when one of the tentacles writhed … and then turned into hands?

She blinked as she recognized that hand.

That was Alan’s hand!

‘Holy shit, is this Alan? The real Alan?’ she thought in horror.

“Huh? Amy?”

She jolted in place and whirled around.

“Vicky! Hi, Vicky…!” she stuttered out.

“What are you doing here?” her adopted sister asked before narrowing her eyes. “Were you following me?”

“No! I wasn’t following you.” Then she narrowed her eyes in turn. “What are you doing down here?”

“I asked first,” her sister squinted.

“... I was just cooling off,” she grumbled. “Then I heard this rumbling noise and found … this.”

“That’s Alan.”

“Knew it!”

“Oh? How did you know?”

Amy waved her hand. “One of the tentacles changed into his hands.”

“Like this?”

“Yeah, like th-”

She froze and slowly turned around.

One of the tentacles was right there behind her as a hand. A hand with a mouth at the center of the palm.

“Q#$GW#RFW#Q$R?!”

Vicky caught her even as she laughed along with Alan(?).

“What the hell?!” Amy shrieked at them both.

“Sorry, sorry,” her sister shot her that damn cocky smile of hers. “Couldn’t help myself. And the sound you made on top of the horrified face? Oof, I wished that I still carried around my phone.”

Amy glared at her and then at the hand-tentacle thing. She pushed herself off of Vicky and looked down at Alan’s big mass body thing. “What is this anyway?”

“It’s how I make more room,” Alan responded simply if incompletely. “Since I don’t have any heavy machinery deployed to make the rooms, I do it with my own body’s nanite stores. The result is the -”

“Ant hill like formation,” Amy finished.

“I was going to say termite but sure,” he hummed.

“And … this tentacle body stuff?”

“My big body. It’s not as maneuverable as the small body, but both of them are me and I am both of them.”

“What, like an offshoot?” she asked as she reached out and touched him.

Nothing.

She blinked.

She wasn’t seeing nothing through her powers. She was getting nothing from her power.

“What…?” she muttered as she brought his hand closer to her.

“Amy?”

“What?” Why was she still not getting anything?

“Can you let go?”

“What?” It was a hand! And a tentacle! She could feel the warmth and the-.

“Amy?!”

Amy lurched when Vicky shook her. “What?!”

“You’re holding him way too tightly!”

Amy blinked and looked back at the hand-tentacle she was holding.

“Oh. Right. Sorry,” she muttered as she let go. “... I guess I’m distracted. I want to go back now.”

She’d rather think about Vicky getting all hot and bothered rather than deal with both her power’s sudden absence (which returned when she touched Vicky) and also not about a guy’s hand she held just now.

Vicky saw her, realized what was going on (roughly), and grinned. “Sure, sis~!”

Amy sighed. Inwardly, she was squeeing. That goddamn smile…!