I yawn and lean my head on my arm. The funky nixie tube clock in front of me starts to flash, again. A frustrated tap from my finger is all that is needed to fix the time. 1:12 AM. Sitting in the bunker of a nuclear silo isn't so bad if you don't think about it too much. Don't think about how you're alone. Just you stuck for days upon days until your squad returns. A deadline that passed a week ago. Don't think about how it's just empty halls upon empty halls. A concrete maze of this nuclear tomb. All it would take is a minotaur to be released to make a modern day Daedalus' maze out of your confines, to make it a coffin. 
        DON'T THINK ABOUT THAT.
        The walkman is quickly plopped onto my desk and I plug in the headphones. Yes, it's contraband. Yes, it's not mine. Yes, he can't complain I'm using it. The first song that plays is 99 Luftballons.
        The irony is not lost on me. 
        I sit back in my creaky desk chair. The cramped ceiling of the bunker looking down at me. I shut my eyes to block out the harsh claustrophobia. Focus on the good, at least there's no shortage of rations. I just zone out and listen to the music. Man that 80s synth and drum is kickin. Really kickin. Wow, it is way louder than I remember. My eyes spring open. It's too loud. I hesitate taking my headphones off. I almost don't want to find out if that's something else punching and kicking. With a shaky hand I lift one side of the headphones up.
        And it is most certainly something else making that sound, the banging is angry and panicked like someone punching their way out of their coffin. Then it stops, I wait. Trying to listen through the deafening rush of blood in my ears. My body tense. I don't breathe at all. 
        Eventually I breathe a great sigh of relief, must have just been the vents cooling or something. Maybe it's raining outside… I wouldn't know anyway though. But right before I put the headphones back on, the entire bunker is thrown on its side. No wait, I'm on my side. Sirens blare. YES, YES I KNOW SOMETHING IS WRONG! The emergency lights bathe everything in a death red glow that fails to even start cleaning up the choking darkness of the bunker.
        I climb onto the security console. Dust raining down from the ceiling, I clear it away to look at the security lights. If it was a bomb… god forbid… it would have lit everything up. But there's only a single light flashing, nuke storage. The door was blown off. 
        J-Just a technical malfunction right? Hahaha, those air vents are really wigging me out tonight! I load my M9 and peek out the security office. Only the dust that had rained down from the ceiling on the ground to peck at my boots, the bleeding red lights, and the schizophrenic shriek of the alarms. 
        If I'm descending into the belly of the beast and the bunker is the beast? It's dying with how much red light the walls bleed. The lack of power has caused the emergency air pumps to kick in. Making the bunker a dead cold. My fingers shiver around the grip of my Beretta. I clear corners just to make sure as I go deeper and deeper down. 
        Until I hear a low thudding, a sound so indescribably faint that it could be confused for your heart beat. I only notice it because it beats so much slower than mine. My own heart gracious enough to speed up to emphasize the contrast when I notice it. It's not the kind of thumping you'd get from loud bass playing through the floor. It's the crushing existential kind. One so powerful it ignores distance and mass. The floors and walls between you and it are but things for it to kick over as it freely permeates the entire bunker. 
        The dust on the floor shakes with each mighty footstep the sound takes. I hold the corner of a wall. Trying to stabilize myself. But the meer movement of the sound makes the bunker shiver with fear. It grows louder and stronger with each second. It could only be the very same force that was strong enough to blow the door off the nuke storage, rattling the silo itself with its arrival. 
        I can feel it coming down the hallway. Why? Because it feels like reality bends towards the ultra dense mass of it. An ever so slight buckle of the floor as the silo tries not to be broken by its presence. The sound of its movements are louder than the sirens itself. I cock the hammer. Praying that 9mm is enough to somehow deal with whatever it is doing that.
        A couple deep breathes… a strong grip on your gun… and… GO!
        I pop around the corner and aim the M9 towards the source of my troubles.
        Oh.
        This… this was a mistake.
        It smiles at me. The glint of a nuclear flash in its eyes. I feel the same terror the scientists at the Manhattan Project must have felt at Trinity Point when they unleashed the atom for the first time. The heart stomping flash before the oncoming explosion of a new age. That flash trapped in its eyes. All you can do is feel the shockwave of doom that it irradiates the world with. Those two pinpricks of brilliant white just staring at me with a cold, calculating curiosity. Happy to have a new toy to play with.
        It angles its head to get a better look. Its head pushing through the concrete wall of the hallway. That's, that's reinforced concrete. I see the blood red stick of the steel rebar poke out of the rubble, it bends against the being's head. The being is fucking massive. It can hardly fit in the hallway, somehow squeezing its unimaginable power into its mass, like the nuclear core of a bomb. I drop my gun and take a step back. It's composed of an even darker shadow than the shadows that permeate the space around it. 
        Even those shadows flee in terror from its daunting form, giving it plenty of berth. Praying it goes away. It takes a single step. Raising its leg and bringing it down. Not to crush, but simply to step forward casually. The floor cracks beneath it and the silo shakes.
        I take off running. Maybe I can hide in the security room? The silo rumbles from the being taking chase. I don't think there WILL be a security room to hide in. Thankfully in such tight spaces isn't kind to the being's massive size, it's clumsy. It slips on the floor and crashes into the wall. Throwing me against the floor. I climb to my feet and keep running. Throwing emergency doors shut behind me as I run. 
The being smashes through them. No. Wait. Smashing through isn't the right sentence. Ignores them, that's the right way to describe it. It's as unstoppable as the shockwave of a nuclear detonation. Pure kinetic energy unleashed to run amok. I sprint up some stairs. Looking back at the being. Red emergency lights teasing me as I pant out of breath at the top. The being is angry that I'm running from it, jumping onto the stairs without worry. Bringing them down in a flash with its unimaginable strength, doing it by accident. I cover my ears as the stairs crash down. It's still quieter than the being's movements. 
I start to laugh but then see it plow through the steel rubble, digging its fingers into the wall and climbing up towards me. Oh… okay…
Needless to say I take cover in the security room. Grabbing one of our old GAU-5s. Loading it. Taking cover underneath a desk. Tuck and cover. I aim it at the final door separating me from the monster. Hey… maybe it doesn't know where I a---
There's a mighty kick to the door, much like the one I had heard through my headphones. The steel of the door bending inwards like tinfoil. It's not even an effortful kick. More like what you would do to aim where you would kick. I hear murmuring from outside. Giggling. I aim the carbine more desperately. I'm going to die here and my squad is going to find a red stain underneath a desk. Wondering, "how did Anon fuck up sitting in a hole for a month?"
But no more kicking comes; however, rubble and dust falls from around the door's frame. Fingers pushing through the steel like butter. It opts to tear the door out of the wall instead. It throws it to the ground. The many, many pounds of the doors weight landing with a loud thud that is crushed by the being's own deafening thuds of its careful steps towards me.
Two more pairs of those glittering nuclear eyes pop out from around the hole, coming towards me as well. One pair is careful, the other is warm like the sun. They stand next to the deviously clever pair. I move my carbine, not knowing which one to shoot at.
The power comes back. The lights turn back on. 
        "He's so cute!"
        "Don't touch him, you'll only end up hurting him."
        "He can't complain," the devious one says. 
        The three… girls… are daunting in scale. Their heads scraping the ceiling of the bunker, their fit bodies scrunched inwards like an imploding nuclear core. Always trying to accomplish their impossible mission of trying to fit, only ever making it to angling their body awkwardly and always shifting around. 
        The devious one moves closer, carefully getting on her hands and knees like the floor is made by millimeter thick ice. Maybe it's just from how tall she is, but I can feel heat just radiating off of her. It's a wonder she isn't sweating bullets in her tight fitting clothes. I would have gone nuclear already, melting down entirely.
        Her bright yellow eyes are the same color as yellow cake uranium, and beautiful like gold is. That unimaginably deep luster. I get hypnotized as she effortlessly waves the desk over with a single finger. A smile growing on her face, mischievous and playful. Her hand comes up to grab my GAU-5. Crushing it smaller than a pencil in her fist.
        "Oops, sorry."
        One of the other girls steps forward, her Cherenkov blue eyes glowing with excitement.
        "Okay! Now let me just see him!"
        The restrained one pushes her back. Bright green eyes examine me before being splashed on the excited one. 
        "What did I just say? You'll end up hurting him!"
        The devious girl puts her hands beneath my shoulders, ever so careful not to squeeze. She lifts me into the air with a grand smile.
        "He's so light! Look at him!" She gently grabs my wrist but simply the force exerted by two fingers is enough to crack it painfully.
        "SEE WHAT I TOLD YOU?" The restrained girl springs forward, giving me whiplash from how quickly she pulls me away. "YOU HURT HIM!"
        The excited girl coos sadly, "you just want him for yourself!"
        The girls all converge towards each other. I'm smashed between all three, looking up at their black hair softly wave as they bicker. It's so long… and nice… and pretty. Oxygen deprivation really makes things less complicated. Their tank tops rub up against my skin. Thankfully each girl is careful enough not to push too far forward, or their abs would leave a well defined hole in my back with how strong they are. I black out.
        I wake up to all three of the girls just sitting around. The excited one holding me in her lap, playing with my hair like one would with snowflakes. The devious one trying to "restretch" the carbine back to its proper shape. The restrained one reading the reports I wrote. 
        "He's awake!" The excited one springs up excitedly. Driving her elbow through the wall. A web of cracks spreading out from where she hit the wall. She blushes as she watches the bricks fall to the floor, "s-s-sorry!"
        The devious one pays no worry and just hops forward onto her knees. The silo quaking in its boots from her movements. The floor splintering with bits of dust flying into the air. 
The restrained one yells, "GUYS! STOP RUINING THE BUNKER!"
"We're not!" The devious one replies, cockily. "It's just cramped in he---"
She absentmindedly brings her hand down onto a desk. It curls up from the impact.
"Oh."
Yep, that's enough for me. I kick and flail, trying to get out of the excited girl's grip. Her ethereal blue eyes looking down full of concern.
"Don't be scared, it's okay!" I get more scared. "You're going to hurt yourself." She says lovingly, pressing a hand against my chest to pin me against her lap ignoring my wheezing. "Just be still, be calm." She smiles happily. 
"I think he's scared." The devious girl's brilliant yellow eyes glitter with an idea. "BOO!" She comes down like a nuclear yo-yo. Her face stopping an inch from mine. I feel all the terror a person must feel when they get an ICBM to the face. My face turns pale and I get dizzy.
"He's shivering! You're going to give him a panic attack!" The restrained one sighs, "then we'll be all alone in this silo!"
"Y-You guys know where you are?"
"OH MY GOD HE CAN TALK! HE'S SO ADORABLE!" The excited one breathes quickly, sucking all the air out of the room, even the lights flicker as she does so. "I JUST WANT TO… TO…"
"To be quiet so I can talk." The restrained girl says through gritted teeth. 
"Sure… go ahead." The devious girl rolls her eyes, sitting back slowly. She readjusts herself, bringing one leg down. Dust covering her yoga pants when she accidentally cracks the floor with her leg. She silently swears as the restrained girl speaks slowly.
"Anon, do you know what Waffengeists are?"
"How do you know my name?"
"Do you know what Waffengeists are?" She interrogates me, such a huge being looking at you angrily isn't nice. 
I nod to save my life.
"Good, now this is a nuclear silo. Can you guess what we are?"
"N-Nuclear Waffengeists?"
"Exactly."
"Why are there three of you?"
"We're stored in groups of three!" The excited one says. She sighs as she carefully looks at my face, her long black hair tickling my nose. "And it wouldn't have been fair if just one of us got out."


        Later I sit with my head between my hands, the three Waffengeists sneaking peeks at me as I process the situation. They all look at me with a hungry, interested smile. It makes me feel very uncomfortable. I try to ignore all the many meters of flawless, silky, and pale skin. All those impossibly curvy bodies that had just been compacting me moments before. How strong they felt, how warm they felt, and how much I wanted to just feel them up. Appreciating how each part of them has the strength of a nuclear bomb. All three of them so toned, so beautiful, so… dangerous.
        "We're going to wait." All three of them look up at me.
        The devious one smiles, "till marriage?" The excited girl tackles her to make her quiet. The two barreling into the corner of the room. Cracks exploding out from the wall they hit. The lights flickering while the restrained girl looks on with disgust. Disgust of her plans being ruined.
        "Wait until my squad gets back, and I don't know when they will."
        "It'll just be us? All alone with you? No one around?" One of them asks.
        I nod, "yeah, we'd even have like a weeks notice before they got ba---"
        All three of the girls look at each other smugly. Knowing something I don't. Their eyes shift to meet each other's gaze. Talking silently between each other to make sure the other won't meltdown if they do… do it.
        "NAMES!" I distract. "You are going to need names!" 


I point to the mischievous girl. "You'll be Sandy." 
I point to the loving, doting girl. "You'll be Blanca."
I point to the restrained girl. "You'll be Trinity."
They all blush and look away.
"Do you not like them?"
"No," Trinity looks up at me. "We've just been locked up for years."
"Yeah, all alone with nobody around." Blanca says, her hips shifting from side to side.
"Until we found you," Sandy teases. I don't like that tone.
        They all smile brighter and lean against each like a nuclear pile, likely used to it from being stored like that. It would have been bad enough with just one of them, but three? I'm going to end up dead somehow. Sandy notices me staring and takes a long, slow breath. Her generous chest heaving up into the air like twin mushroom clouds, the tank top barely covering anything at all. I can seek her perky nipples poking through the fabric and her bra. She flexes her abs to prove a point, I can see them harden into plates of armor beneath her clothing. A smug attitude is all she has while doing it.
        Blanca notices what Sandy is doing, giving a loving smile instead of a smug one. Pretending to look off, grinding her head into the ceiling while she does so. She stretches one of her legs. Her thigh rippling with power. Without a doubt strong enough to propel her through brick walls. She has two of them. Her yoga pants are skin tight around it. I can see the firm shape of her ass forcing the fabric to furrow tighter around it. I want to lay my head on those.
        Trinity is the last to get into teasing me, only licking her teeth as she stares at me. I shrink inwards. They're so big, so strong. One cue all three of them forget to be careful. Gently stretching up to their full heights. Giving the impression that they're growing. 
        "How long have you been here alone, Anon?"
        Blanca leans down, giving me a face full of her cleavage. Her chest exploding outwards with each breath. Sandy takes my right and softly puts her shoulder against mine, creating a circuit that shocks my nerves with her mere touch. I blush. Trinity leans in from my left. Putting her chin on my shoulder, curious to learn more about me.
        "Have you been… you know?"
        "Been what?"
        Blanca gently brushes a finger against my crotch.
        "Taking care of yourself?"
        My face turns red, baking underneath the three way atomic heat cooking me from all sides. 
        Trinity smiles coyly, "it's okay, you can tell us. We won't tell anyone."
        Sandy giggles, "especially not your commanding officer. We just want to know a little more about you."
        I feel her hand push under my shirt. I look up at her bright yellow eyes. She bites her lip as she feels my body, her touch red hot. 
        Trinity puts her hand around the right side of my head, pushing it into her cleavage. I hear the slow, confident beating of her heart. She's hyper focused on getting what she wants.
        And I watch as Blanca slowly comes closer, I would weasel away from the possible fate of being crushed in an instant by an errant twitch of Blanca's body. But the other two waffengeists hold me closely, making sure I can't escape. 
        I whimper as their powerful hold grows stronger and stronger still, the tension asymptotically rising higher and higher. They've begun to block out the light with their tall bodies. The shadows on their toned muscles all that I can see. Each muscle is desperate to reveal itself in its entirety without their clothing. Sandy pulls at the waist of her yoga pants.
        Blanca frowns, "Sandy? What are you doing?"
        "What do you think I'm doing?"
        She bites my ear playfully, making my entire nervous system explode with a nuclear fire. I get woozy and try to pull away. Mumurming gibberish.
        "You'd kill him." Trinity says. 
        "Like you wouldn't want to."
        "KILL HIM?"
        My sense returns. I slowly weasel out of their grip while they're distracted. 
        Blanca protests with a worried whine. 
        "I don't want to hurt him! He's so soft!"
        "We're not! I meant you know… like… just…"
        "Just what?"
        Sandy blushes and looks away. 
        "Hey… guys?"
        All of them spring up from surprise. Smashing their heads into the ceiling. I grab the door frame as the bunker shakes. Each one blushes. 
        "How about I show you around the bunker?"


        We don't go anywhere near the nuke storage room, mostly because they don't want to. Except for Blanca who proposed, "I could carry you down, I'll be really gentle and slow. Keep your head between my chest while doing it!"
        "Why your chest?" Trinity asks.
        Sandy smirks, "it'd be like an egg between two wrecking balls."


        Once the tour is finished I give them all one of the barracks while I pull my bed through a hallway into a different room, for survival purposes. 
        "Anon!" Trinity rushes forward, not only the silo shakes but reality does as she runs to me. Coming to a grinding halt to block out the light. It bursts around her tall body like during an eclipse. "I'll help you move that!" 
She brings a powerful arm down, her bicep rippling with power. Running up to her shoulder that easily could slam through a tank without effort. Her chest hangs down, somehow still suspended by her bra. Each breast is bigger than my head. Slowly swaying hypnotically like how an explosion looks from afar. 
"What do you think you're doing? Sandy asks.
Trinity jumps, her arm pushing against the bed, breaking the steel frame in half.
"N-N-NOTHING-G-G!"
"You're not trying to get you and him alone in his room, are you?" Sandy smirks, looking down at me with a cocky stare. She looks back at Trinity who blushes. "Don't tell me, you were going to say, 'Anon, how about you test it?' Before lying down besides him, running your hands over his, an---"
"NO I WASN'T!" Trinity screams. Her voice is deafening like an atomic blast. 
I collapse to my knees, covering my ears. Trinity explodes onto Sandy, pushing her against the wall. Their kicking legs shatter any remains of the bed. I look back at the way their legs move, the yoga pants are skin tight. Sandy's ass flexes as she dodges, my eyes widening at how shaped her legs are. Trinity's abs push against Sandy's side, two walls of pale skin crashing into each other. I crawl away from the earthquake. Worried about getting caught between the fighting of the two tectonic plates.
        Suddenly I'm picked up by Blanca, she holds me by the scruff of my shirt. A concerned look on her face. I hadn't heard her world shaking movements over Trinity and Sandy's fighting. She carries me away, holding me against her body. Wonderfully warm. I instinctively press my head harder against her soft chest. Letting my lips graze the soft fabric of her tank top, about to kiss it and move my mouth down to bite a---
        I notice Blanca's loving blue eyes looking down at me. Two blue moons in the night. She's cornered me. Blocking out all the light with her back. She sets me down and starts to dote over me.
        "They didn't hurt you, did they Anon?"
        "I'm fine."
        "Good."
        Her cherenkov blue eyes radiate a feeling of calm. Serene and disarming. All your troubles melt away, her body heat softly steaming away your stress. Each part of her is powerful for a reason. To deter anything that could possibly hurt you. If it even did manage to make it past her? She'd respond with total retaliation. Her eyes slowly glowing brighter and brighter with some emotion.
        "Hey, Anon. I need you to be quiet okay?"
        "What?" She immediately covers my mouth with a gentle hand. Not stifling my breathing, only cupping it like she would lovingly cup my cheek.
        "Shh, shh, it's okay." Her other hand softly ruffles my hair. She tilts her head to the side. "Promise."
        I look at her terrified, even being so friendly won't stop her huge size and strength from being intimidating.
        "I'll take care of you, and all you need to do is be quiet." She whispers. 
        I squeak when I feel her leg press against my crotch.
        "Don't worry, I'll be gentle, very gentle. You can trust me."
        She slowly pushes me up the wall so my face is chest height. Choking me with her warm breasts as she pushes herself forward with an aroused moan.
        "Don't be scared, Blanca's here." She shushes me more as she softly grabs my crotch. Smiling at what she feels. "You're so small…" she whispers," so cute…" she gently sniffs my head hungrily. "You're so…" she exhales strongly, ruffling my hair with her breath. 
I squirm instinctively from the gale force wind. 
"Do you remember what I said? That I needed you to be quiet?" 
I nod.
"Good boy. I'm going to need you to remember that no matter what whi---"
"BLANCA! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!"


I'm dropped onto the floor and back away from Blanca.
Trinity and Sandy stomp towards her, shaking the bunker as they do so. I hyperventilate as I lose my senses. 
"WERE YO--"
"NO I WASN'T!"
"THEN WHY WERE YOU HOLDING HIM LIKE THAT?"
"I WASN'T!"
"YES, YOU WERE!"
"HE WAS SITTING ON MY LEG!"
"HOW DID HE GET THERE?"
"I BET YOU PUT HIM THERE!"


Eventually I calm them down, them retiring to their rooms except for Sandy who goes to take a shower. I look at the destruction they've caused in the bunker as I walk to my room. My commanding officer is going to kill me. If they don't kill me first.
"Hey, Anon?" I hear Sandy yell from the bathroom.
I pretend not to hear her.
"ANON!" She yells. The bunker shakes more, it's going to collapse soon.
I sprint into the bathroom. My face turns pink when I see yoga pants, a tank top, and underwear left outside the shower.
"I broke the shower!"
"No, you just need to turn the knob more! It's kind of loose!"
"It's the showerhead!"
"What?"
"I bent it!"
"HOW?"
I peek around the corner to see Sandy's smug face smiling back at me. The shower dividing wall bulging out with a noticeable ass shaped bulge like someone had been trying to lean against it while they…
"Got you." She says.
Sandy has to bend down so she doesn't push her head through the ceiling, but she starts to stand on her tiptoes to let her breasts mushroom over the stall door. All of that tit flesh muffin topping as two lines follow their ascent. Having been carved into the door by… you know.
But suddenly there's a crack of tile and Sandy drops down an inch.
"Shit," she swears.
"More weight in a smaller area is worse for the floor."
Sandy glares at me, suddenly down to unlock the door to stomp out to beat me. I turn away immediately, my face red.
"I'M NOT HELPING YOU IF YOU DO THAT!"
"Why? Are you scared?"
"..."
"Well," Sandy smirks, "at least come in and help fix the shower head."
"How'd it get bent?"
"I knocked up against it."
I take a few careful steps towards the shower door, careful not to be in arms reach. Lest Sandy reach out and pluck me like a flower.
"Can you unbend it?"
"I'm worried I'll break it." A cocky smile emphasizes her point. "Come Anon, it'll be nice. A quick shower after such a long day?"
"No."
"Yes. You don't want to shower with me? Not. At. All?" Sandy sighs, her yellow eyes looking down like searchlights. "You'd enjoy it. My strong hands lifting you off the ground. Your body slippery while I soap you up. Feeling EVERY part of your body. You'd direct my HAND to the areas you want, giving them a JOB."
Sandy laughs.
"And you'd get to do the same for me, feeling EVERY part of MY body. I'd figure out a way to thank you." She "absentmindedly" pokes her tongue into her cheek. 
        "NOPE! JUST REBEND IT YOURSELF!"
        I walk out of the bathroom and plop into my bed. Curling up in my sheets. I hear the general thunder-like rumbling of the nuke-geists' movements through the door. But I guess I've gotten used to it. 
        Suddenly my bed shivers by one of the geists clearly moving down the hallway outside my door, it stops right outside my door. There's a rumble of a hand being gently placed on it. Which breaks the door down. Trinity stands in the doorframe caught red handed. She blushes and tries to put the door back on. Cracking the door frame instead. She gives up and drops the door. Tries to stomp off and just cracks the floor.
        Trinity's bright green eyes are the same color NVGs are. Staring at me in the darkness.
        "Screw it." She mutters.
        She walks towards me. I wave my hands to signal her to stop. Trinity grabs them in a single hand and shushes me. Crawling into my bed. Making the frame scream in pain. She lays as still as possible. Knowing even the slightest movement of one of her muscles could break the frame. 
        I start to roll out of bed but she wraps an arm around my chest. 
        "I just want attention, okay?"
        At least she's upfront about it.
        "I know I'm scary."
        "Y-Y-You're n-not-t-t-t scar-r-ry." I stutter.
        Trinity rolls her eyes. She readjusts herself. The bed shakes and bounces as she does so. Tilting on its side.
        "I'm the spirit of a nuclear weapon. Nuclear weapons are scary. What do you think that translates into?" she asks, suddenly blushing. "I-I'm going to go now."
        "No! Stay."        
        "Really?" Trinity stammers.
        "I was alone in here for a couple months now."
        Trinity laughs, her chest beating against my back.
        "We could all be figments of your insanity then! Imagine that."
        I laugh nervously.
        "Shhh, I don't want the other geists to hear." Trinity says. "You know… speaking of geists." 
She rolls over as she holds me in a gentle hug. Gentle to not crush me in her arms like a cracker under a tank tread, but she tactically toes the line between hurting me and overstimulating me with her expertly exhilarating touch.
"Would you have liked us more, if we were something… less… overpowered?"
"Like what? My pistol?"
Trinity sighs, "yeah. I think being a cute little Beretta would've been nice." The bed shakes and she huffs angrily. "I'd be more manageable that way."
"You're manageable now."
"Am I? Am I really?"
She hugs me tighter, whispering in my ear.
"How am I manageable, Anon? How do you want to 'manage' me?"
"Uhhh…"
"Be honest. I won't tell. It will stay between you and me."
Trinity pulls the cover over us. Making me bake with how much body heat rolls off of her.
"Just you and me, together, tonight. How does that sound?"
Her mighty legs wrap around my waist, holding it like a toy rocket between two ICBMs.
"I'll be slow and steady, we'll have a safeword. How about… Manhattan?"
The lights turn on.
Blanca and Sandy stand disapprovingly in the rumble of the doorway.
"Manhattan, really?" Sandy teases.
"How strong is the bed?" Blanca says. "He could sit in my lap wh--"
Trinity blushes and gets up to leave.
"I get the point."
The waffengeists all retire to their rooms. I happily turn over for some well deserved sleep. I don't get it. The rumbling builds slowly. Getting its bearings before getting stronger and faster over time. Punctuated by the silo quaking. The quakes growing in volume too. Until the rumbling is making dust fall from the ceiling and I need to cover my ears with my pillow, the quaking accompanied by impassioned moans. 
Are they? I hear Blanca moan. A bedframe slams back and forth into a wall down the hallway. Sandy's breathing is hard and fast. Bed springs bouncing from her room. Trinity's groans flutter happily. The shaking mostly coming from her. 
I hear a mutter of, "Anon…" followed by groaning and a powerful quake. I try to ignore it. Curling up in my blankets. Pretending not to hear the nukes "relieving their stress." But my own mattress bounces up and down like one of them is riding me, oh god… the thought of one of them riding me. They all look a lot like each other so who would it be? I let my fantasy run away.
I imagine one of the geists mounting me. Placing their insanely wide hips on top of my waist, grinding softly at first. Could I even survive that? What would them climaxing be like? As an answer the entire silo quakes again. All three of them moaning in unison. 
I step out of bed and hold the wall to keep from losing my balance. Taking careful steps towards the source. Maybe I can just knock and ask them one by one to keep it down? Yeah, let's do that. I gingerly walk towards the epicenter. The shaking grows stronger. I get thrown to the floor with a mighty rumble of Blanca's moaning. Trying to stumble onto my feet. I find one of their rooms and cling to the door frame. They're all together.
They had given up trying to use a bed frame. Settling for mattresses stacked on each other. I'm so shocked I can't even make out who is who in the writhing herculean legs and statuesque arms. One of the geists approaches climax, her abs rippling as she tries to prolong the orgasmic moments before it. She squirts all over the mattress with an alarming strength. The silo quaking as she moans loudly, muttering, "Anon…" again and again. Her legs kick to almost kick the ceiling, but pulling back at the last moment as if trying but failing to be sneaky about this affair. Their enormous bodies moving about with agility unbecoming of their size messes with your sense of scale, the mattresses tiny beneath them.
I see the tell tale blue radioactive eyes of Blanca rise in the darkness. She fingers Sandy who's yellow eyes pierce into mine. Her lips planted firmly on Trinitys as they move against each other. Their powerful midriffs pressing hard enough to make coal into diamonds. Their two tongues passionately playing in the air. The weak light of their nuclear eyes reflecting off the drops of tantalizing saliva. Blanca fingers Sandy with strength only a nuke-geist could conjure, unimaginable strength, while Sandy takes it as only a nuke-geist could, unmatchable invincibility. Blanca lovingly brings Sandy down from her climax but only to lustfully ready her for another as quickly as possible. 
It's a little intimidating to see three imposing, well proportioned titans giving into their lust before me. Moving at it like beasts. It doesn't help that each little twitch of their athletic muscles moves the silo itself. The fevered lust of all three threatening to collapse it all together. I watch as Trinity clenches around Sandy's fist, her hips jackhammering as she rides the throes of her orgasm. If it was me against her hips I'd be reduced to a bloody pulp. Trinity's orgasm continues as her cum squelches around Sandy's fingers. Her fold so tight around them that the cum squirts out with each sound. Her nuclear libido prolongs her lust powered madness for many minutes. Trinity's stamina lending her a near zero refractory period; the same goes for the other two. Prodigious amounts of cum from each geists soaking the mattress, that is if it lands there. 
Trinity tackles Blanca, pinning her to the bed to suck at one of her mountainous breasts. Blanca's impact throwing me into the air. Her back arches and Blanca begins to moan, making the bunker rumble. Sandy putting her head between Trinity's legs while fingering herself. Atomic fire runs through all of their veins, making them so hot. Hot and bothered beyond reason. 
I watch the hypnotic movements of the three titanesses making love. Each time one orgasms they offer a slurred, horny groan of my name. I've long forgotten asking them to stop to maintain the structural integrity of the bunker. All my other concerns have fallen apart. It's like watching nuclear fireworks. Dangerously beautiful in a morbid but monumental way. They move with such power and strength it makes you feel small and insignificant. The force of their indecent movements can trigger seismographs. 
Suddenly one of the geists winks at me, smiling since she knows I'm enjoying the show. The others follow suit, smiling and blowing kisses. I blush and hide behind the corner. One of the geists drops into her climax. The blast of her hips pounding against the mattress throwing me onto my hands and knees. I can't help but look back as the geists continue their mad night of lust. I can even feel the body heat from here. 
I stagger back to my room and try to forget what I saw. But I can't, eventually falling asleep with the most uncomfortable hard on. The shaking and quaking of the silo the least of my problems.
All I have are fitful dreams. Cooking underneath my blankets. I writhe and pant from my feverish state. Caught between a sweeping lucidity and sleep paralysis. All I can think about is the three geists. Swooning from the thought of them all around me, just rising and falling walls of hard muscle drowning out everything else. I want them to leave me gasping for air as I'm tossed about like a sailor in a stormy ocean, mercilessly played with by their atomic blasts of strength. Their long black hair waving softly in the winds of their movement. Just the idea of one of them is enough, but the idea of all three of them running their hands across my fragile body makes me dizzy. Six independent chances to crack my bones beneath their fingers if they were to get too excited. The probability of me surviving would be nothing, especially once you consider that they wouldn't just be satisfied feeling me with their hands, they'd want more than that. Using me like a toy.
Suddenly I wake up, soaked in sweat and… oh… I lift up my blanket to look at my pants. My cheeks turning red. I haven't had a wet dream in years. I shrink inwards when I realize the nuke-geists are still able to prey on me when I'm asleep. Blowing apart my dreams for them to simply rampage around in. I hear the rumbling through the walls of their idle movements. Feeling even smaller when I hear one's giggle, the power of it shaking dust from the ceiling and the light flickering from the hallway. The floor shivers in fear as one waffengeist walks past my room towards the bathroom. They've gotten more comfortable, which means they are less careful. I hear her yawn. Seeing her herculean frame glide past my ruined door. Her body shakes as she stretches, vibrating like a bomb about to explode. The mischievous yellow eyes letting me know that it's Sandy peeking into my room.
"Morning, Anon." 
Sandy stifles a giggle, stretching to her side. Her tank top rides up to show her statuesque midriff. Her abs pushed out further than the top of New Mexican mesas. She catches me mirin and takes care to lean against the door frame. Pushing her ass out, the yoga pants around her legs getting somehow tighter without tearing itself apart.
"Sleep well?" She teases, her eyes glance up at the light fixture still swinging from side to side. "Mhmmm, guess not?"
I blush and hug my blankets tight. Sandy takes a single step into my room. I watch the place her foot falls, terrified the floor will crack and finally give way after so many hours of abuse. She gets the message and just winks before walking off towards the bathroom.
I change my pants, going to the cafeteria for breakfast. I gingerly peek through the door. It's dark. No one's been in here yet. I sigh and walk inside. But I made the mistake of not clearing the room entirely, I didn't check if there was anyone hiding behind the door. 
A happy pair of blue eyes peeks over the door. Blanca gently pokes the top, bending it like paper but otherwise pushing it shut with a violent bang. Before I can even jump, Blanca catches me in her arms. Holding me like a little rabbit in her arms. Careful not to apply too much force, but careful enough so I can't hop out.
"Shhh, shhh." Blanca whispers, her hot mouth inches away from my ears. "I got you now, you don't have to fight." Her sultry tone sends tingles down my back. 
I try to scream but she throws an unstoppable hand over my mouth. But it's not as loving as when she had before, it's angry. A tough love kind of thing, like when someone's affection is rejected.
"Quiet, Anon, careful." Her tongue flicks off her perfect white teeth, flicking against my ear. I thrash about trying to escape. Her grip grows tight. "Anon… shhh… shhh…" 
She flips me around effortlessly. Mashing my face into her enormous chest. My head enveloped by the valley in her tank top. The scratchy thin fabric all that's separating me from pristine skin. Her heart punching beneath her chest, steadily thrumming like a reactor. A steady hand pushes against my waist now that my mouth is stifled by her breasts. She forces my crotch against her abs. Softly gyrating me so it grazes up and down each individual muscle.
"Good boy, quiet now. Don't fight." I whimper quietly and look up at her blue eyes. Two twin blue moons in the pitch black of the cafeteria. "I'm not going to hurt you." Her sincere tone is a welcome return. "I just wanted to hold you for a bit." She rests her chin on my head, doting over me all the while. "You didn't get a very good sleep last night, did you?"
I shake my head side to side, her breasts softly shaking side to side against my cheeks. The feeling I get from how calm and serene she is wonderful. I start to get a little bit sleepy. 
"I wanted to say sorry." She lovingly ruffles my hair before putting me down. 
Poking my nose gently but her gentle is enough to knock me on my back. She kneels down to pull me back up by the shirt collar. 
Blanca leans in to whisper, "try to calm down before the others see, okay?"
I blush and nod quickly. Quickly stumbling to get my food to distract myself while she turns on the lights. I can't help but sneak one last peek at her mountainous body as she leans down. Her body is just constantly bursting with energy, hardly contained even in her geist form. The meager clothing of a tank top and yoga pants doing nothing to suppress it, instead doing everything to accentuate it. All of the pure nuclear chaos trapped in whatever warhead Blanca had come from somehow being twisted into an irresistible feminine aura. I look at it with the same morbid wonder that the pilots on the Enola Gay must have looked at Hiroshima with moments after the fact. It's unbelievable. You have to see it to truly understand the sheer scale of a nuke and it's geist for that matter.
Eating my food is my singular goal. I feel more exhausted than when I woke up. You can only be on edge for so long. I look up at Trinity who crawls through the door. I cover my face and try to retain enough of myself to chew my food. I kind of liked it better when it was just me in the silo all alone. When there weren't three roaming earthquakes to worry about, three bombshells destroying everything they brush up against without effort, and three things to watch in case they kill me. Of course, I wouldn't dare express it to them. I don't want to see what a nuke-geist is when they're angry. Blanca's frustration had already irradiated my morale to nothing. At that point I'd be better off throwing rocks. 
Trinity and Blanca's whispering bounces my table up and down, their deep tones pushing my knife to the floor. Their green and blue eyes are thrown onto me. The quick movement of their heads generates a small wind that blows my napkin off the table too. I sigh quietly when they turn back to gossip. I bend down to grab my knife but it's jammed into a crack in the floor. I relent pulling it out and for good reason, because Sandy coming into the room makes the floor shift more. My stomach dropping when I see the crack mulch the knife. It gets worse. Sandy slaps Blanca's ass playfully, the floor shakes violently and swallows up the knife as penance. 
My jaw drops. That's fine. I didn't like knives anyway. I'll just use my teeth hahaha…
The three nukes lean against each other, their gossiping rising to a fever bitch, and making my bones shiver from the deep bass of their hushed tones. Every so often one will sneak a peek at me. Their giggling grows stronger and stronger. It stops altogether with all three nukes focusing on me as their target. I stop eating as they walk towards me. Trinity smirks and tries to sit at my table but stops when she sees it's too small. She glances at the other two geists who nod once. 
I'm picked up and set on her lap as all three of them sit on the table. It screams and bends under the weight. Sandy crosses her leg, her ass flexing against the table makes it buckle more. She sees how much it scares me and pretends to get comfortable by wiggling herself side to side, easing up to Trinity's side. The table buckling upwards. Sandy resting her shoulder on it casually to bend it back down. When that doesn't work she frowns, annoyed, and gives one hit from her elbow to smash it back into the floor, the legs boring into the concrete.
Blanca giggles as she puts one of her legs over Trinity's, pushing against my own leg playfully. I'm slowly fenced in from all sides. My only escape is forward. I push myself but feel Trinity's abs dig into my back and both Blanca and Sandy push me back.
"So… Anon…" Trinity asks, "how was last night?"
I blush and stammer, "why does everyone keep asking me about that?"
"We want to know is all…" Blanca giggles.
Sandy tilts her head to smirk at me, "you seem a little stressed."
"Do I?" I shiver. "I'm not!"
Blanca coos over me, running her hands under my shirt.
"We know a good way to help with that."
Trinity sighs happily, "we all do."
My mind desperately churns, trying to think of a way out. The light grows dimmer as the geists come closer and closer to block out more of the light. Like I'm falling down a deep hole, I don't want to know what lies at the bottom. All I can do is helplessly flail as the waffengeists jostle me playfully. 
"How about we go to the gym then? Physical activity is good for stress." I plead.
The three geists look at each other.
"Physical activity?"
"Really?"
"Dude…"


It works. The geists all file into the gym. All absolutely ecstatic at the high ceilings and wide open space. They're like kids on christmas morning.
"They built this to help with morale pretty recently, like they knew tha---"
I'm thrown to the floor by the geists' movements. The cumulative force of all of them running around and jumping is unimaginable. When they calm down the lights still flicker for a bit, I stagger to my feet. 
"What's wrong, Anon?" Sandy teases, "why'd you fall?"
I shiver and look away. Unintentionally turning towards Blanca who is playing with a squat bar like it's a lightsaber. Fencing with Trinity. Trinity yells happily and sideswipes Blanca's bar. Sending it into the wall, throwing Blanca to the ground. They're going to destroy this too if I don't stop them.
I look around for something to settle them. Something productive… something that you can't really hurt someone with… my eye catches on a net.
"H-How do you guys feel about volleyball?"


The instant we finish setting up the net. I can see there's a major problem. They look over it, frowning disappointedly. 
"Really?" Sandy mutters.
"It can still be fun I guess." Blanca responds.
Trinity frowns, "if you're tiny, sure."
Blanca hugs Trinity, putting her head in the crook of Trinity's neck. 
"Let's just try it, okay?"
Sandy leans on Blanca and kisses her cheek. 
Blanca blushes and whispers, "don't forget about, Anon."
The other geists look at me with smiles on their faces. I pretend to be very interested in the volleyball I hold.
We divide into two teams, agreeing that with each point the geists will rotate. It's nice to see two on the other side of the net but having one of the hulking geists close to me is a little worrying. Before I serve the ball, I look up at the way the light bounces off Blanca's hair. She looks at me encouragingly. 
But the moment the ball makes it over the net, Trinity just slaps it down. The spike sending it shooting into the ground and narrowly missing me. Blanca tries serving and ends up getting the ball stuck in the ceiling. She blushes and tries to jump up to reach it, eventually getting it down simply by shaking the silo hard enough. 
When I rotate to the other side of the net, Sandy ruffles my hair cockily. 
"Glad to see you joined the winning team."
Trinity serves the ball, tickling the bottom to shoot it careening upwards. There's a giant blur behind me that throws me to my feet with the force of its movement. Sandy jumps into the air and returns the ball. The geists move faster than I can see, making the ground shake as they run from place to place, jump and land, and even dive. Trinity dives violently to save the ball and splinters the court.
"Shoot!"
"Nice going."
"Shut up."
"What if we play on our knees?" Blanca proposes.
"What?"
"That way it'd be more fair." She looks at me, "you know, for Anon."
I blush and stand up. 
Them playing on their knees isn't much better. They end up diving more than before. They still have fun, but I'm more of a simple observer. If the ball hits me it'd go through my stomach. I wish I was as durable as it. Eventually the court is splintered to pieces, but the geists are happy and calm. Sweat runs down their perfect pale skin like how a cold drink sweats in the sun. 
The geists catch me admiring them. Sandy pulls at her tank top, throwing huge sweat beads onto the floor.
"You know, we should probably change out of these clothes."
Trinity catches onto Sandy's idea, "yeah, put them in the wash."
Blanca stares blankly, not understanding but agreeing nevertheless.


I follow the nukes as they skip down the hallway. Careful not to bump their heads on the ceiling. But Sandy hipchecks Trinity playfully, I brace for impact as a submariner does with a depth charge. Blanca dives to save Trinity from hitting the wall. Throwing back a self satisfied, knowing smile at me. I breathe a sigh of relief and close my eyes for a moment. Trying to regain my bearings. 
All of that girl in front of me saps my focus. Their athletic frames dripping with huge beads of sweat. The drops all flow into the most intimate and alluring parts of their bodies in the same way the sun always falls on the most beautiful parts of a landscape. Their mountainous frames glowing with their entrancing physicality. Absolutely glowing with girlish cheer. Each move almost painfully feminine, speaking to my deepest caveman instincts. Every part of the geists are a nuclear bomb to my brain. A united triad to eradicate all resistance to their atomic curves.
        The sweat has soaked into the line between their muscular shoulder blades. It reminds me of a heart. Sandy sees my stare, she chides me with a cocky smile. Whispering to the other geists about me. Suddenly they stop and I smash into Trinity's leg, I cling to it to keep from falling back. A simple feel of her thigh is all I need to know how woefully outmatched I am. Trinity turns, her leg flexing beneath my fingers seemingly growing thicker and thicker by the second. I can feel atomic fire pumping through her veins. It flows beneath my fingers. Only superseded by the incredible hardness of her leg muscles, still shrouded in an evercesent layer of godly soft girl. Just as a reactor is shielded by lead, for protection of those around it...
        "Anon, you should be more careful." Sandy taps my side with her knee.
        Trinity scoffs and places her hand against the back of my head. Pushing my face into her leg. I look up her curvaceous figure, barely able to see her smile. 
        "No, I think he's fine as he is."
        The three geists look at each other knowingly. My stomach drops when they all simultaneously smile. 
        "How about we get to the laundry room?"
        They force me through the door, buffeted by their athletic bodies as rubble is by an atomic blast. I land on something oddly soft.
        "Why are there so many mattresses in here?"
        They fill up a good part of the room.
        Blanca laughs quietly, "you know why."
        The smell of the geists' sex from last night fills my nose again. Jolting every muscle in my body. Setting me on edge from overstimulation. Everything goes blurry and I fall to the mattresses, dizzy. Recoiling when it only burns my nerves further. I sit up and blush.
        All three of the nukes giggle as they walk towards a washing machine. I try to distract myself with anything else but looking at them. Wait… I remember something. I peek behind a washing machine. YES, IT'S STILL HERE! A trio of white monster cans left behind. Delicious contraband. Wonderful contraband. I save one of the cans from its dark prison. I hold it in my hands. 
        I drop it when I look up at the waffengeists mistakenly. It rolls away towards them. The clattering of the rolling can is deafened by how hypnotizing their movements are.
        Sandy slowly balls up her sweat soaked tank top in her hands. Her nimble fingers pull the soft cloth to show even the infinitely more perfect, pliable pale skin beneath it. I lean forward instinctively as she strips. Her top rises above her midriff. With each breath I see how her ab muscles ripple like the pistons of a diesel engine. Sweat glistening on them like oil. Each muscle fiber beneath her pale skin ready to violently explode with power at any moment. She throws a cocky grin towards me, pretending to struggle on pulling her top over her chest. Bouncing her atomic curves. Her hips slowly move side to side. I can see her breasts pushing up against the fabric. The silky satin of her bra peeking out from beneath before abandoning the entire charade. The top is pulled over her head. Her chest exploding outwards. Sandy takes a grateful stretch and throws her top at me. It lands smack in my chest, knocking the wind out of me. I hold the tank top in my shivering hands. It's boiling hot. It's so big I could use it like a comically oversized vest yet on Sandy it was tantalizingly tight. Before I can even begin to think about how it's warm from her body heat, how each sweat drop had perspiration from the most alluring parts of her body to soak into the fabric, I see Trinity's glowing green eyes wink at me.
        Trinity slowly pulls down her yoga pants. Thumbing the tight waistline. I want to suck the sweat out of the fabric with my mouth. She peels her tight pants down her skin. Balling it up so it shows the least while taking the longest. It pops down her hyper-toned asscheeks. Her underwear positively crushed between them. More like a thong with how little you can see. Trinity peels her pants down further, swaying her hips side to side as she does so. Leg muscles pushing into the floor mercilessly. Revealing more and more of her infinite thighs. Between her legs I can see the folds of her most sensitive part weakly push against her panties. Trinity throws her yoga pants at me too. I could fit an entire arm through one of the legs and it would hang off it. 
        I blush and try to look away. But look up when I hear Blanca giggle, she playfully bites at Trinity's nipple. Trinity moaning for an instant before bashedly swatting Blanca's head. Blanca moves lower to bite at the bottom of Trinity's tank top. Pulling it off with her teeth. But Blanca loses focus when Sandy jumps on her from behind. Blanca accidentally tears Trinity's tank top to shreds as all the laughter of all three geists shakes the bunker. 
        Trinity bends down to pick up the monster.
        "Hey, Anon… how about you come over here to get this?"
        "No…" I stammer. "I'm okay."
        "Are you sure?"
        "Very sure." I blush and turn away. That was my mistake.
        "We can come to you then."
        I'm launched into the air by the three geists jumping onto the mattress. When I land, I sink into an ocean of girl. Waves of pale skin and muscle coming down on me. Each of the three geists competing for my attention, competing for the most to hold, and competing to be the first to feel my lips against theirs. I try to fight back but can only wade in one direction or another before being thrown back by a geist's errant aroused twitch.
        Sandy's yellow eyes burn into mine. I'm frozen like a deer in the headlights.
        "Anon, how about you help take my yoga pants off?"
        I curl up, jumping back when I realize I'm lying against Trinity's abs, and shrinking inwards even more when I accidentally move my arm into Blanca's cleavage.
        "Can't the other geists do it?"
        "They might tear it," Sandy lies, "nuclear strength and all."
        I feel Trinity take me from behind. Pressing me against Sandy's ass. My face sinking into the soft cushy layer on top of her rock hard muscles. I embarrassedly bring my hands up to her waist band. Curling them under the fabric. My jaw drops when I feel the burning body heat against the knuckles of my fingers. Her silky skin is electrically charged. I swoon and collapse. Slowly pulling her pants down. Sandy wiggles her hips mischievously. I am thrown about, desperately trying to hold on. Eventually I get them all the way down her calves, she pinches my finger between the fabric and her leg by flexing her calf. Once I get it off I sit back and cover my burning face, radiation burns perhaps? 
        "Now how about me?" Blanca slides in between Sandy and I. 
        She forces my hands beneath her tank top, gasping when she feels my cool palms against her hot skin. I slowly pull her top off. Blanca holding back moans all the while. 
        "Can you do my yoga pants too?"
        "Sure."
        "But use your teeth!"
        "What?" I stumble back. "I'm not doing that!"
        The barely clad waffengeists pounce on me.
        "Yes, you are Anon."
        Sandy gets off the mattress to the door. She bends the lock bar around the handle.
        "We're going to make sure of it. 
        I feel a pair of powerful arms wrap around me angrily. The waffengeists are done playing. 
        "You kept us waiting for long enough."
        "We're sick of it."
        Sandy lies down beneath me, licking her teeth that she sinks into my waistband. Tearing my pants off savagely. I scream and kick wildly but Trinity crushes my chest.
        "Don't fucking fight back. You'll only hurt yourself." She gently strokes my hair. "Just be quiet, try to enjoy it, which you will. I promise." Trinity bites my ear as she brings my mouth down to Blanca's waist. 
        Forcing the cloth into my mouth.
        "Bite."
        I bite and whimper as Trinity humps me happily, I start to pull my head back but suddenly feel Sandy's forehead against my waist. Red hot atomic breath blowing over my raging hard on. She lets her tongue graze the tip. It sets my nerves alight. I writhe instinctively as my body catches on fire. Trinity frustradedly groans.
        "What did I say about moving?"
        I'm caught beneath the fire of the nuclear triad. Blanca smacking me in the face with her ass and thighs. Trinity humping me from behind, her silky bra squishing against my back. Finally Sandy gleefully sucks at my cock. I can hardly breathe or comprehend what is happening. It's a confusing violence of overstimulation. Sandy's huge mouth dripping with endless saliva that covers my cock as she spreads her tongue up and down my shaft. Always finding time to run it along the edge of my cock head. 
        "When you finish pulling off Blanca's pants, we'll let you go." Trinity mutters. 
She violently humps my back with an impassioned moan. Sandy takes my cock deeper into her throat. Her lava hot tongue melting my cock as she pants hungrily. Meanwhile Blanca stifles her rumbling moans of pleasure, her hips shivering like a bomb about to go nuclear.
        Sandy forces me into an impossibly uncomfortable edge before climax. Pushing the pressure higher and higher as she cups my balls. Gently massaging them to feel how much cum she can get out of me.
        Trinity groans, "aren't nukes just the best? Do you have any idea how long we can go for?"
        "N-No?"
        "Negative refractory period. That is all you need to know. Our libidos are just runaway nuclear piles."
        I moan as I empty rope after rope of cum in between Sandy's pillowy lips. Her tongue licking up every single sperm cell with religious reverence. Pulling more and more cum from my balls than should be there or allowed to leave in one orgasm. There is no break, just a continued melt down of my shaft in her tongue. I can hardly focus on pulling Blanca's pants down with my teeth. I constantly lose my grip and end up with my tongue lolling out of my mouth. Tasting the fabric and sweat of her tight yoga pants.
        But eventually, I do get them off. I collapse in a shivering pile on the mattress. I don't even have the strength to fight back when Trinity lifts me up. I see her bra and panties fall to the wayside atop two other pairs. 
        "No, please!" I beg. "I ca---"
        "Stop fucking complaining. Did you really think we'd be fine just letting Sandy have some? What you do to one, you need to do to all of us." Trinity moans in my ear, crushing my wrists in her palm. "Now, shut up and take it." 
She pulls me up to her lips and seals my cock between them. Gleefully licking at the cum that had been dripping off my shaft. Trinity humps the air. Her hip thrusts shaking the silo. 
"Lick my abs."
I follow what she says and soak the sweat up on her rippling abs with my tongue. Her extreme size letting my tongue get between the muscles with ease. As long as she doesn't flex them, pinching my tongue between her abs. I'm immediately rewarded with Trinity throwing me into an orgasm. My body goes limp as Trinity gladly drinks down swallow after swallow of cum. 
Through blurry eyes I can see Blanca and Sandy kissing while lying on their sides, watching Trinity and I with great interest. Blanca takes a finger and cleans up an errant pearly white drop of semen off Sandy's lips. Taking the finger into her own mouth, the instant she tastes it she launches herself onto Sandy. The two titans feverishly kiss with Blanca pushing her tongue as deep as possible in Sandy's mouth. Sandy returning the favor by pushing two fingers inside of Blanca's boiling folds. Blanca's thighs crashing inwards with a deafening clap of two cliffaces crashing into each other. Bucking against Sandy's wrist.
I lick up all the sweat off Trinity's abdomen, with her delivering me to another climax. This time prolonging it as long as possible. Drifting her tongue around in an endless whirlpool of saliva and cum inside her burning mouth. A seemingly endless space as I have yet to even feel the inside of her cheek against my cock head. All she does is suspend me there in a tortuous orgasm that wrecks havoc on my brain. 
I'm left a panting mess by the time Blanca gets to me. The beautiful blue eyed titan wastes no time forcing me to go down on her. Pushing my face deep into her wet sex. Pinching the back of my neck to force my tongue explore deep inside of her. Crushing my head between her thighs to get me to bite from fear. She's a sensitive one, cumming in no time at all. Squirting hot syrupy drips down my throat. I gasp for air as she arches her back, riding out the blast of her orgasm. Lifting me up with how tightly she keeps my head pressed against her sensitive parts. 
Sandy forces herself beneath me, wrapping her familiar lips around my cock. I gasp into Blanca's inside, inadvertently pushing her into another back to back climax. Her moans barely audible with how loud the rumbling from her churning legs are. She can hardly sit still.  
Trinity gets up to ride Blanca's face. The two titans colliding to shake the bunker even harder. Going at it with an alarming strength mere feet from me. Making me realize how gentle they are being with me, a gentleness that is quickly being eroded away by the nuclear lust. 
Blanca eats Trinity out with a mad pace. Trinity's body flexing with each little touch. Making Blanca want more and more from me. Sandy licks harder and runs her lips up and down my cock faster. An atomic chain reaction occurs where Trinity climaxes, knocking Blanca over the edge, the surprise making me empty my load into Sandy's throat, and Sandy's fevered masturbating takes care of her.
The geists waste no time changing position. Sandy lying on the mattress and taking me missionary. Blanca curling up to kiss Sandy as she bucks her hips mercilessly against Sandy's side. Sandy's pussy gripping tight around my cock. Squelching with the slightest movement of my cock with how much she leaks already. Her folds undulate with rapid speed and choking strength to consume my cock, demanding her womb be filled with hot sticky ropes of my cum. Our in decent movements grabbing the attention of a jealous Trinity. Who notices one of my hands desperately searching for something to hold onto. Pushing it into her folds as a solution. Clamping down on my wrist as she grinds down my fingers. Her impassioned breaths mixing with the already deafening earthquake of the other two geists. 
Blanca moves down to suck at Sandy's perky chest, biting down hard on her nipple. Sandy clenches around my cock as she screams with pleasure. I weakly buck my hips as the euphoria of another climax makes itself known. I desperately hold onto Sandy's child bearing hips with my one free hand. Blanca notices my open panting mouth. Pushing a finger into it for me to suck on. Digging around my mouth almost cruelly. Pulling at my cheeks to make me groan. Smiling when my eyes roll back from the cumulative ecstasy of her attention and Sandy's milking of my balls as I black out.
"I think he needs some water."
"Hey! Anon! Wake up!"
"Here, I got him." I feel the sweet carbonation of an energy drink seep into my mouth. I lick it up slowly. Opening my eyes to see Blanca doting over me. She's letting the drink from the can flow down her cleavage. 
Trinity eats out Sandy, pushing her tongue deep into her folds for cum that had overflowed from Sandy's womb. I shiver as Blanca kisses the top of my head. I feel her soft palm wrap around my cum soaked shaft. 
"Just a little warm up, okay? Then we'll do some more."
I pant slowly, unable to speak, especially when she starts pumping her hand up and down my cock. I writhe as the excruciating slowness makes the pressure build even harder, but not faster. It's a steady loving climb to the top with Blanca. She coos and smiles as I press my head against her breast. Sucking at her nipple. Blanca screams a rumbling cry of ecstasy and pushes a finger inside of herself. Masturbating to climax at the same time I do. Her hand job becoming more physically taxing and strong with each passing moment. 
"I want you to cum inside of me. Not on my hand."
Blanca mounts me and starts riding me. The other two geists watching with great interest. Desperately beginning to masturbate like Blanca had just moments before. Trinity bites at Sandy's neck. The two titans tumbling with each other as the kind one tries to shatter my pelvis with her earth shaking hips.
        She hits her stride and crashes down on top of me with a paralyzing orgasm. Pumping endless cum from my balls in one giant stream. Blanca still undulates tight around me with her post orgasm sensitivity. One of the other geists gently kisses her to get her to unlock around my cock so they can play with me.
        I try to crawl away but Sandy pins me to the bed with one of her massive breasts. The weight of it is enough to stop me from escaping. A giant nipple pokes into my skin as she smirks. Her yellow eyes staring up at me as she readjusts herself for a paizuri. Trinity fingering her from behind, both of them watching my reactions with great interest. Blanca gets up on shaky hands to join in. A tiny dribble of cum leaks from her folds. She cleans it up with a finger to eat it. They are insatiable.
        I paint Sandy's cleavage white. Blanca immediately jumping onto her chest to lick it off. Trinity has me mount her from behind. I feel Sandy take my waist in her hands. Bucking my hips for me. Keeping me in the lucid state of a limp body but perpetually, almost painfully, aroused. Sandy softly bites at my ear while doing nothing but moaning. Blanca kisses Trinity to share some of the cum she had cleaned off Sandy.
        Trinity cums hard around me, almost choking my cock with her flooding folds. We fall back onto Sandy's lap. Trinity refuses to let go of me. Blanca tries to get her to share but Trinity throws her into Sandy's lap beneath us. She rides me. Kissing Blanca as an apology, Sandy biting at Blanca's ears as she cums quickly from the powerful stimulation.
        Meanwhile I'm buffeted on both sides by quaking muscle and horny moaning, the way they sandwich me is maddening. I want more. The pleasure I get is a cold ice pick to the deepest part of my psyche. Making it scream with the single mission to breed these nuclear warhead-geists to secure my bloodline for generations. To impregnate one of these overpowered girls would mean survival of the fittest would be a hopscotch game our kids would play. 
        I groan and bury my head in Trinity's soft cushy chest. Reaching up to play with her nipples. Her straight black hair matted to her pale skin with sweat. She falls into an orgasm from my touch. Falling to the wayside as one of the other geists wastes no time mounting me as well.
        The titans all have their way with me. Throwing me around with her hips, giving in to their animal instincts for reproduction. Desperate to pull as much cum out of me with their thunderous orgasms, the integrity of the bunker around us is the least of their concern. Their horny breathing making the air in the locked room hot and humid. Their skin dripping with sweat and cum. I empty my balls on Blanca's abs as Sandy jerks me off from behind, getting fingered by Trinity who coos as the sight of all that white being spread on Blanca's pale skin. 
        All of them are desperate for my cock to tear their tight folds apart. They are absolutely insatiable, I don't think there is an end to their infinite stamina. At least not in this lifetime. They push me to the mattress for the ride of my life. One geist mounting my face. Locking her hips to crush my skull with her thighs. Another mounting my cock. Taking it deep into her terrifyingly tight folds as she creates an earthquake above us when she slams down on my hips. Her own tongue lolling out to throw saliva without a care now that the promise of more heavenly hot cum inside of her is on her mind. The last geist humping my midsection, refusing to be left out. Grinding desperately as she kisses the one riding my cock and gets fingered from behind by the one riding my mouth. With each orgasm their entire bodies grow in size for a second as they seize up, every muscle flexing as they are paralyzed by the lightning strike of pleasure. The thunder coming in their euphoric screams and panting for yet more.
        "MORE ANON! MORE!"
        "I AM GOING TO TEAR YOU APART. GIVE ME MORE!"
        "AAHHHHH. IT'S SO GOOD. MORE!"
        Each one is desperate to find success in their impossible quest to cool the atomic fires of lust inside of them. Thinking more and more cum from me will extinguish it when it only makes them rage harder. Their sexual hunger rising to a delirium sustained by their superhuman stamina. My own stamina bottomless when I see their beyond sexy curves. Their pussies squirting as their eyes roll back from ecstasy. Every one of their creases overflowing with sexual fluids. Pearly white dripping onto the bed in rivers. The giant girls reaching giant, world ending orgasms. Such power is terrifying from afar but existentially terrifying up close. When it comes to be their turn they relentlessly ram their sex into mine, their only awareness the feeling of my cock inside of them and the cum that floods their womb. Their pleasurable sex session could crack continets. The only thing that would be heard would be the wet suction noises of their cum against my skin as they grow still tighter around my cock, especially when there is a drop of cum that they can keep from escaping. Our sex making the bunker tremble as we pound against each other. 
        It's nothing but an endless chain reaction of climaxes. One falls to an orgasm, eventually within seconds we all do. All the pleasure we feel amplified by an exponential factor of four as it bounces around resonating between us. Tossed around as I am by their horny desires. Riding out the blastwave of their erotic moans. All I know is that endless world of nuke-geist flesh. Flexing, sweating, grazing, pushing, shaking, and pressing against me. I can't tell who's who in the sheer chaos of it. Each geist abandons any notion of being "gentle" to just get as much sexual pleasure from this moment as possible. I cum in one endless stream, their magic pheremones making me privy to the nuclear meltdown of lust they feel in every waking moment. 
        We are in one big happy atomic pile. My mind hazy just enjoying the scenery of nuke-geist skin and muscle around me. The other three are still kissing each other, biting at each other's necks, and humping each other's hands like the giant nymphs they are. Occasionally one taking me to fuck me senseless in a different variety of positions while the others instantly cement themselves in the appropriate place like how a shattered atom balances itself. 
But eventually, somehow it ends. The confusing, calm after a nuclear bomb explodes is all that's left. The cracked floor and broken laundry room around us. I gasp for air in the lazy pile of nuclear girls. One cracks open another can of monster that had been jostled around to eventually bounce into the bed. 
"Anon, if I give this to you, will you…"
"No… I'm too weak."
She opens it anyway, the can exploding all over our skin. Blanca wastes no time licking it off of me. Slowly working her way down as I groan in protest. Trinity pushing my face into her chest as she rolls over to lick the monster off Sandy's cheek. The buffeting stimulation of nuke-geist skin and tongue makes me burst early. Setting all three of the nuke geists to blow as they seize on each other in their atomic madness of lust. With me caught in the three way blast. 


They play volleyball and then basketball
Net too short
Ball breaks floor
The other ones play on their knees - doesnt work cause they have to dive for shit


Move around
Dunk and break ceiling
Shoulder
Cuddle up in bras
Go from there
Hip thrusting between girls - call it 235
- yoga pants teeth thing
One holds one sucks








Bleeding but not invincible


        




Accidentally cracking it, again. She presses on, pressing her leg against my crotch. 
"I want you to be quiet okay?"










Trinity