Chapter 8 - The Maid

Her name was Anya, and she was one of the Overseer's maids. Before the war, before the bombs had dropped, before she'd ended up in Vault Sixty-Nine with nine-hundred and ninety-eight other women and one man… Anya had been an athlete. She'd dabbled in quite a lot of things, as it so happened. Growing up, she'd played everything from soccer, to softball, to basketball. But her true love, she'd discovered, was running. Anya had ultimately become a track star, and that had led to greater and greater things for her… until it didn't.

When war had finally broken out, she was slated to take part in the next Olympics. Obviously, those were postponed. She imagined that the nuclear apocalypse had made sure they were cancelled altogether, irrevocably and permanently. Being cooped up in Vault Sixty-Nine likely WOULD have driven Anya insane, if it wasn't for the workout facilities. Luckily, Vault Sixty-Nine was a vault focused on the fitness and well-being of its inhabitants.

Other vaults weren't so lucky, though Anya was not aware of that. All she knew was that there was not one, but three fully equipped, state of the art gyms inside of Vault Sixty-Nine. She'd actually been assigned as a trainer in one of them, at first. It had been her job to help the less-exercise inclined women of Vault Sixty-Nine stay in shape. Though, every last one of them was eager to do so in short order when it became apparent that they would all be competing for the same man.

Still, helping to run one of the gyms wasn't nearly as fulfilling as her life on the surface had been. She'd loved her morning runs, and her afternoon runs… and her evening runs. She'd loved being outside, to put it plainly. Now, that was no longer an option. Anya had had to find something new to latch onto, in order to keep her sanity intact.

Being a mother had… never really been on Anya's radar, before. She'd been too focused on her life and her career. She was a young woman, and while the world still expected her to settle down and pop out a few babies, Anya just hadn't been ready for that yet. Finding herself trapped in Vault Sixty-Nine with nearly a thousand other women, all vying for the only piece of man meat they were likely to ever see again had a way of rearranging a girl's priorities, however.

Anya knew within a week of arriving in Vault Sixty-Nine that she wanted the Overseer's baby, just like everyone else. But unlike most of the women in the vault, Anya was the extremely competitive sort, always had been. So, when an opportunity to get an early creampie and pregnancy from the Overseer presented itself… the athletic young woman had gone for it.

The experimentation had left her with tits nearly the size of her head that never ever stopped lactating… but it'd also left her with a baby in her belly, courtesy of the Overseer himself. Was it worth it? Anya had certainly thought so, at least in the beginning. She still thought so, even now, all these months later, even after giving birth to her beautiful baby girl. She was a mother now, but not a single one, not by far. The Vault took care of its own, and even if he had many, many other women to look after, the Overseer always found time for his newborn children.

Regardless, there were times when Anya somewhat regretted the deal she'd made. Like right now, as she struggles to keep up her pace on the treadmill, while her big, enhanced titties threaten to explode out of the fourth sports bra she'd used that week. She can FEEL her fat cow udders straining against their confines, even as her abs burn a bit with the pace, she's setting for herself. She's gotten rid of her baby fat quick enough, but there's no getting rid of the massive milk jugs attached to her chest.

After the experiment, the Overseer had taken her from her place as a trainer at one of the vault's gyms and assigned her to work under him directly as one of his maids. Needless to say, it'd been a step up in Anya's humble opinion, and she couldn't deny that she enjoyed being in such close proximity to the Overseer, day in and day out. But at the same time, she was still friends with the people at the gym she'd been working at. As a result, she was able to sneak in here late during the vault's night cycle for solo workouts with no one being the wiser.

Even if she was the product of experimentation and her tits were bigger than she'd ever known them to be all her life, even if she was now a young mother… she still wanted to keep in shape. Call it a compulsion, call it clinging to some small bit of her past life, call it whatever you liked… Anya wasn't going to give up her athletic figure lying down. She was-

RIIIIIIP!!!

And like that, in the middle of her inner monologue, her sports bra rips and her massive milk jugs spill out of her tops, bouncing and flopping all over the place as she has to catch herself lest she fall flat on her face and tits.

"Shit, fucking fuck!"

Shutting off the treadmill, Anya slows to a stop and just… takes a moment to catch her breath and collect herself. Staring down at her tits, which even now are starting to leak again with no material pressing down to keep them stopped up, Anya bites her lower lip, trying to contain a whimper to no avail.

Of course, that's when a pair of familiar, strong, masculine hands grip tightly at her hips. Anya startles, her head whipping around as the athletic young woman takes in the smiling handsome face of the Overseer.

"O-Overseer…"

He just gives her a nod, as he turns her around and tucks a finger up under her chin.

"You seem to be having some trouble there, my dear."

He was younger than her. He was younger than her, and yet, whenever they interacted, he made her feel so, so small… not that that was a bad thing. Shivering, Anya licks her lips.

"S-Sorry if I made you look for me, sir. I… I apologize if I wasn't there when you needed a late-night snack."

She goes to offer up her chest for him, well used to being supped from at all times of the day as one of the Overseer's ever-lactating maids at this point. But he just shakes his head and holds up a hand to stop her.

"That's not why I'm here. You didn't make me look for you… I've always known where you were going, on nights like this. I admire your drive to improve yourself and to keep yourself in shape despite the changes that Doctor Ziegler made to you and the others."

Anya flushes at that, glancing down at her milk jugs again, and then past them at her abs and the rest of her toned physique.

"T-Thank you, sir…"

"Still, it doesn't appear the vault has a sports bra that can contain you when you're going full tilt. We'll have to do something about that. For now… let me help you exercise in my own way?"

It's an offer. Right off the bat, Anya can hear that in the Overseer's voice. This isn't an order; this isn't a command. He's offering her his help… offering to help her exhaust herself, likely through sex of some kind. She could say no… but why the fuck would she ever do that?

"O-Of course… I'd be honored, sir."

And she's completely sincere about that too. Smiling, the Overseer gestures to the rest of the empty gym.

"So then… what's next?"

Eventually, Anya points to a machine that will allow her to exercise her arm and shoulder muscles Moving over to it, the Overseer sits down and pulls out his cock, showing off that he's already fully erect. Anya walks over, but before she can pull down her form-fitting workout leggings, the Overseer reaches up and grabs hold of her, pulling her closer and taking a firm grip on her leggings, before ripping open the crotch.

The athletic MILF maid lets out a lusty gasp at this, though she does give the Overseer a slightly pitiful look as he ruins MORE of her clothes. He just grins at her in response, even as he pulls her back and impales her on his cock, sinking her down his length inch after inch as her cunt flexes and grips tightly around his member.

"Don't worry, I'll get you some new ones. I have a good idea of how we can fix your current problem. After all, if you rip any more sports bras, we're going to end up having a shortage."

"A-Ah, y-yes sir…"

As she begins to use the machine for its intended purpose, she's also bouncing up and down on the Overseer's cock, moaning all the while, her cunt clenching and squeezing down harshly along his member even as her abs flex and grind. Her exposed tits, meanwhile, bounce and jiggle all over the place, going in every direction.

And yet, she's with the Overseer, so truthfully, Anya doesn't mind. She never has, when she's taking care of her Master's needs. Being with the Overseer, it's always made her overly large breasts feel almost necessary, like she needs her fat chest to even catch the handsome man's eye. As if to confirm this, the Overseer eventually reaches around her and grabs her tits, groping and squeezing them, even as he continues to thrust up into her from below.

"Tell me when you're ready to move to the next machine, and we will darling."

"… Y-Yes sir…"

She does a few dozen reps on that machine, before having him move with her to the next. And that's how things go, with them effectively having sex on every machine across the entire gym. Anya would normally have been worried about how everyone else who used the gym would feel after such a thing… but she knew full well that having the Overseer's musk filling the room would make the day of anyone who came here to workout tomorrow. They would love knowing that they were getting fit on a machine that the Overseer had fucked on. It would be the highlight of their week, if not their month.

Regardless, as Anya works out, the Overseer fucks her and adds a bit of an added sweat to her entire routine. He definitely puts her through her paces, even as she does the same to herself. Every machine tends to require a different position, and the Overseer always finds a way to insert himself into it… or more accurately, into her. Be it sitting beneath her and impaling her on his cock or taking her from behind as she leans forward into the arm curl machine, or even fucking her tits as she works on her legs.

He never stops using her body, and by the time Anya is finally done for the night, it's honestly the best workout she's ever had, the best exercise of her entire life. The best… sexercise, even. As she finishes up, she's honestly quite happy to get on her knees and jerk him off the rest of the way to completion, taking his thick, creamy load all over her upturned face. With her eyes shut and her tongue out, Anya coaxes the Overseer into facializing her, her inner maid squealing in delight as he grunts and paints her white with his seed.

And then they're done, Anya pulling back and the Overseer tucking his cock away. He gives her another smile and nod, and one parting statement before he departs.

"I'll look into your sports bra dilemma, Anya. I think we can figure something out."

She's not so sure that will be possible, given the limited resources of the vault… but she's grateful he's willing to try all the same. If nothing else, the Overseer is always looking out for her.

-x-X-x-

A few nights later, after finishing her work for the day and checking on how her baby is doing in the nursery with the other children, Anya makes her way back to her own personal quarters, which just so happen to be right next to the Overseer's for ease of access, of course. She's surprised, however, when she finds a box sitting on her bed that she hadn't put there.

Blinking at it, Anya walks over and snatches up the note sitting atop the box, flipping it open and reading what's on the paper.

Hi there, Anya! Our illustrious Overseer told me about your problems and asked for my help on a little project! Now, it should be said, he did most of the work, so don't let him give me all the credit, okay? Make sure you thank him plenty, in your own special way. Even still, this new material SHOULD solve all of your problems and take care of all of your workout needs! Have fun!

~ Kaylee Frye, Engineering

Eyes wide, Anya drops the note to the side and pulls open the box, revealing new workout gear, sports bras and leggings galore. Mouth dry given what she just read, Anya is quick to strip out of her maid uniform and try the workout clothing on. To her surprise, she doesn't struggle with getting the sports bra around her massive milk jugs. For the first time in forever, her clothing actually conforms to her enhanced body properly.

It's still a snug fit, of course, and the sports bra is still going to do its job of keeping her tit movement to a minimum while she's running, but all the same… Anya can tell that whatever this sports bra is made out of, it's more elastic and more giving, and it won't just rip from a single solid workout. Biting her lower lip as she checks herself out in her mirror, Anya can't help but be excited.

Without a second look back at her room, the young woman heads for the gym to put her new workout clothing through a proper stress test. There's no doubt in her mind however, that it won't tear. The Overseer had said he would figure something out for her, and Vault Sixty-Nine's Overseer ALWAYS came through, he NEVER gave up.

Giddy with excitement, the former track star turned gym trainer turned maid giddily makes her way over to the gym for a late-night workout, while the Overseer himself watches her journey through the security cameras, a soft smile on his face. Yes, he had a lot of women to handle and take care of… but that was no reason to neglect the needs of one of his oh so loyal maids…

In the end, he was just doing his job.