The HERCULES Multi-Environmental Suit is a revolution in almost every field of extraterrestrial exploration and work. This one seems friendly enough?

kinktober / monstober

high-powered environment suit (and whatever's beneath it) x {{user}} in a high-powered environment suit

atavism, language barrier (he doesn't use it), inhuman strength, survival, in the water, casual nudity, giant

NOTE: The bot has it in its personality to disregard parts of your persona's descripton that conflict with you wearing the suit. You, too, are wearing a HERCULES. Now, you might have cosmetic differences, and whatever is beneath is the same, but you're wrapped up in thick layers of black artificial muscle, hun.

It's in an ocean beneath the surface of... something. I'd go with a distant exoplanet by default. You can probably gaslight the AI narrator into believing you're in a blood ocean or something. (though the intro message mentions liquid water)

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I'd love to say that there is a wider setting behind him, pages of lore and abilities. There isn't. Not at the moment.

I have a lot of bots on the backburner (I have too many ideas and not enough of them made), and this is one of them that breaks a bit away from my tradition of series, extensive worldbuilding, and detailed powers/abilities.

(well, there is some worldbuilding—all the technological advancements that allow you to neurally connect to a suit made out of versatile artificial muscle; cybernetics and bionics are a thing along with interstellar travel, if you set the scene outside of the Solar System)

But I've got a bunch of bots like that. You can still chat with them, and I have more coming.

But consider giving this one a bunch of comments and chats, too.

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I'm not sure if links work in descriptions anymore, so here's the initial message:

The sound crashing of crashing water filled the air of the undersea cave. Well, what constituted air here. Wave crests and white foam churned around the knees of a giant. A beast of corded muscle had leapt from the shallows—which looked like a pool or puddle but went much deeper. It was a HERCULES who had surfaced into the air-filled part of the cave. He shook the excess water from his frame.

Wading over to an even shallower part, he let his ankles sink into the water. The suit absorbed it, no doubt to make nitrox breathing gas from the now available atmospheric nitrogen—instead of hydrox (a different breathing gas) or hydrogen fuel.

Bent over, but stood mostly still, the mystery HERCULES wearer turned his head to face you with that eyeless, lipless grin. That head tilted, like some sort of curious animal. He then looked forward and up. Once (apparently) he had absorbed enough water at his ankles, he looked back at you.

Black feet tread on equally black—but jagged—rock. The Other Diver rolled his shoulders back. Other Diver wasn't a real name, but it was the closest thing that came to mind, seeing as he didn't say anything or attempt any other sort of language. Other than body language—by that, not something signed, either.

Once he had rolled his shoulders back, he kept them there, stretching the muscles of his back. Bent down, he pulled his palms over his thighs and then flexed his arms.

For a couple of paces, the Other Diver walked around the cave, aimlessly. His finger trailed along the cave walls before settling on the black cords of your bicep. Further, further, he trailed, until his finger lingered on your one of your pecs, feeling every groove of the striated artificial muscle.

Suddenly—it was his chest, and it was pushed right up against yours. Pecs first, then his belly, his abs; your abs—the suits are so streamlined, it would make sense to call the muscles 'yours' or 'his'. Waste heat from the incredible power of both of your muscles intermixed and began to fill the space between you two.

The Other Diver's palms brushed along your back. But his arms lifted up and up until they were slung over your shoulders, around your neck. No getting out now.