Towers and Relaxation Part 1
The Commonwealth is an oddity in the wasteland that was once America. Here life flourishes with trees and grass lands covering up the scares of nuclear war. However, there are two exceptions. The first is the glowing sea to the Southwest a radioactive hell hole spewing radioactive storms and monsters that to this day torment the Commonwealth. Here death comes quick to those foolish enough to venture south. Either In the form of organ liquefying radiation or being mauled by the creatures that call the Glowing Sea home. Creatures honed to be efficient killing machines by the horrific radiation that bathes there bodies.
The second exception is far more subtle than the Glowing Sea, but just as harsh. To the Northeast of the Commonwealth a force just a deadly as radiation conjure storms that decimates settlements and spawns the fieriest monsters. In the north, the fringes of nuclear winter gently caress the Commonwealth. Here death comes slow to those foolish enough to venture north. Either in the form of the bitter cold shutting down there internal organs one by one, or being mauled by the monsters who cold the frozen tundra their home. Creatures honed by the brutal cold to be efficient killing machines. Hard radiation or brutal cold. Fast or slow. Death comes in many forms in the Commonwealth.
Most would choose neither preferring to temperate life around Boston or the east of the great city. However, a few still chose to live in or near both these harsh exceptions and fewer still thrived in those hellish climates. Rumor has it that the Children of the Atom have a compound in the heart of the Glowing Sea and it’s well known the Gunners have several training camps and fortifications established along the periphery. To the north, you have some settlements like Far harbor all the way up in Maine that tough it out. There are even tribes that live far north in Canada that… “Hey that’s me!” Chista perked up at the reference. “SHHHHH!!! He’s getting to the good part!” Chista winced a little at Vadim's chiding but Hawthorn chuckled. “Na it’s okay. That intro was getting a little winded. Wait…” Hawthorn turned on his bar stool to look over at his larger Canadian friend. “what was your question?”
Chista took a sip of her glass. “I was wondering if you’d heard about anything North of here.” She idly swished the ice in her cup. “It’s one of the places I’m gonna check out but I wanted to get all the info I could.” Vadim poured up another glass and held up his hand. “Ah there’s nothing up there but bat shit crazy raiders, hungry creatures, and moronic settlers who don’t know when to call it quits!” he counted each of the three off starting with his thumb. *Must be a Russian thing. * Chista thought. Hawthorn took his fresh glass from Vadim . “Well… I’ve heard that something- Bad went down at the Museum of Witchcraft.” Chista interrupted. “Ya heard that one from one of the guards, and the barber, and from Vadim .” Vadim shrugged. “What can I say? There’s nothing like a good rumor to bring in all the customers. I mean your both here!” he smiled at them both.
Hawthorn shrugged. “Sorry Chista but I just never spent much time up that way. Too cold for me.” He faked a shiver then smiled. “Not everyone has an…” He poked a finger into Chista’s gut. “ample supply of natural insulation.” Chista swiveled on her bar stool to face Hawthorn. “What can I say?” She gave her belly a few gentle pats. “I’ve been quite successful out in the wasteland.” Vadim scoffed. “You’ve been quite successful in one too many bar fights.” Chista set her empty glass on the counter. “I gave him an out. He didn’t take it. So, I resolved it.” Vadim shrugged. “I’m just glad the idiot payed his tab before trying something.” He took Chista’s empty glass and started to clean it, with the same rag he used to clean everything.
Chista glanced over at Hawthorn seeing him taking a sip of his glass giving her an idea. She stood up nudging Hawthorn with her belly almost knocking him off his stool. “Hey! Watch where your swinging that thing!” Incredulously Hawthorn managed to keep his drink from spilling. Guys got good reflexes Chista noted as she smiled at him. “Sorry. Hawthorn it’s just…” She placed both hands on her gut and shook it. “I got all this ample supply insulation!” Hawthorn rolled his eyes at her. “Hilarious.” Then he smiled. “Look just be careful alright. A lot of people go up there not a lot come back.” Chista smiled moving her hands from her belly to her hips. “Don’t worry. I’ve dealt with cold. Real cold.” With that she turned to leave. “See you guys when I get back!” She waved at them. “Hey! Remember to bring back a good story!” Hawthorn called out as Chista left the Duggout inn.
A Few Days Later
A cold wind swept the barren ground all the way to the abandoned freeway it’s icy cold embrace nipping at anything it touched. It had driven all but the hardiest of creatures to the south. Wait… There! A lone figure strode forward no coat or furs or anything to keep out the cold in fact this fool has seemingly forgone most clothing as if to challenge the cold to do it’s worse, which it accepted.
The cold swept around the lone wonder’s body nipping at the copious amounts of exposed flesh but there was simply too much. Much like a yao guai ready for hibernation this one was garbed in thick layers of warm fat pilled in abundance on her belly, hips, and chest, but that was not the only thing that thwarted the cold. No. Warmth radiated from the wander overpowering the cold’s icy grip mocking it as if to say. “this is cold?” No shiver. No bundling up. Nothing. The wanderer simply kept on ignoring the mighty force that had driven back droves of settlers, and raiders. A force that routinely culled the creatures of the north reaping thousands each year and yet wasn’t even worth noting to the wanderer. Mocking the bitter cold…
Chista felt the cool breeze on her face and smiled a little. It’s almost like home. She thought as the chilly winds brought back some warm memories of trudging through knee deep snow with her brother… she took a deep breath and forced the moment form her mind. One couldn’t afford distractions out in the wasteland especially when alone. Chista exhaled her breath instantly becoming visible and then lost as the cold wind swept it away like a petulant child swiping away some scraps after failing to take what it really wanted. She took the moment to check her Pipboy. However, the cracked screen remained dark, but a few firm taps awaken the thinking machine as it sprung to life, bringing up the map.
Instantly a dull green overlay of the land was spread out before her as ancient technologies calculated her exact position on the map and placed a helpful marker to indicate where she was. “So that must be Lynn woods.” She tapped the screen on a blotch of trees to her west. “So that puts me about…” she did a rough calculation in her head. “18 Kilometers* from Boston.” She looked up from her Pipboy and glanced around the barren area. “Vadim was right no one lives out here.” She muttered and to be honest she could see why. The ground was rock hard due to the cold, there wasn’t a lot of salvage to be found and she got a spooky vibe off that forest. Also, it was cold. Well… cold by southey standards. Another cool breeze ruffled her hair as she contemplated her next move.
Unfortunately, she didn’t have a lot of information to go off of. Save for what Hawthorn and Vadim told her which wasn’t much. Oh! And that something bad went down at the museum of witchcraft. Of course, something bad happened in the museum of witchcraft! It’s the museum of witchcraft! She wanted to scream that at the Diamond City security officer that told her that. There are a few things in this world Chista knew better than to mess with: Radioactive materials, and magic. She’d heard some freaky tales about a place called Point Lookout from the river traders down in Montreal. How the local swamp folk prayed to a dark god using a book made from human skin called the Krivbeknih* and other strange tales. The moral of those stories were: One. Don’t go to Point Lookout. And two. don’t mess with the occult. So, the museum of Witchcraft was already a no in her book. However, she still needed information about the region and the first rule of scouting was: “If no one knows. Go.” So here she was.
Grrrrrooowwwlll A deep low growl rumbled from her gut. Chista placed a hand on top of her grumbling pot belly and gently rubbed it. “I’ll find something for you soon.” She ended her rub with a few pats as her belly seemed to quiet down with the promise of sustenance. With a new mission in mind, Chista started to scan the area for something to eat but paused when she saw a tower rising above the treeline. “What?” She raised her binoculars to get a better view and confirmed that yes it was a tower but not one of steel or concrete. It looked like it was made of stone with a radio antenna rising from the top. That be a great place to set up! She thought. It had a commanding presence of the area, looked like it would make a good shelter for the night, and might have some interesting secrets of its own. She lowered her binoculars and quickly consulted her Pipboy’s map.
“It’s not too far.” She estimated the distance a few kilometers into the forest. Chista looked up at the skinny barren trees a lot of concealment and who knows what lived in the woods. She took a deep breath slung her rifle from her shoulder and opened the bolt verifying that there was a round in the chamber. “Nothing ventured nothing gained.” She took her first steps off the worn road and into the woods. The next two hours were slow going. Chista cautiously stepped through the woods listening for sounds of life thankfully hearing the caws of Ravens overhead. Birds being around meant there weren’t any predators around, but she had to be careful. Startling them would give away her position to anyone or anything that might be stalking this forest, and it wasn’t long until Chista spotted a few trees racked with claw marks which made her regret venturing out into the woods. Of course, there’s deathclaws out here! She mentally cursed her luck, but the tower was in sight, so she pushed on.
Now it was even more imperative that she make to the tower. The last thing she wanted was to be caught in the open with one of those lizards but even worse… the sun was setting. Nighttime in a forest with deathclaws was not something she was look forward to. “Why does it have to be deathclaws.” She muttered... “why do they always gotta fight back.” Chista stopped. A voice. “hey man I call dips on the Thompson.” It was a voice. People. “Guess this place isn’t so deserted after all.” She kept her rifle at the ready as she crept forward. “Fuck you man. I took the risk I get the best part!” As Chista got closer, she could hear more voices and judging from the conversation being had they weren’t nice people. She kept her distance hiding behind a rock and peeking over at the group. “why do we got dump these fucks so far away.” A female complained she was bundled up in a blue denim jacket and jeans with patches of fur tacked on or stuffed into different parts. The woman was talking to four others. Three men and another woman. they were wearing what many would call ‘raider leathers’ a kitbash of leather straps, metal plates, spikes, and whatever else they could find. All layered on top of thick winter clothing Chista didn’t want to say they were raiders. After all she wasn’t one to judge another’s fashion since but the shallow grave with four corpses in it really sold her on the whole raider bit.
“Because rookie if we leave these guys by the camp the smells gonna attract deathclaws.” A man responds the woman looks at the ground as others snicker at her. Chista assumed he was leader thanks to the nifty ushanka he wore and the M-16 slung across his chest, something usually found on gunners. Maybe he was ex gunner? Which raised the question how bad do you have to be to get kicked out of the gunners? A mental conundrum for another time as the leader addressed his troops. “Alright listen up! Suns setting so let’s get this shit over with. Rookie!” He signaled out the woman in denim. “Cover up the bodies.” There was a look of shock on the Rookie’s face. “The fuck! I dug the hole!” the rookie’s objection got an immediate reaction as the leader pointed a finger at her. “Cover the hole or I’ll toss you in it!” The woman recoiled at the threat then pulled the shovel out the ground and started pushing dirt on to the bodies. “The rest of us are heading back to camp.” The Rookie stopped digging and looked over at her gang. “You just gonna leave me alone! W..What if-“ The leader glares at her. “Shovel fast.” His curt response cut the Rookies protest off. “now move out!”
“Defiantly ex gunner.” Chista quipped to herself as the group left the rookie behind. So not only are there deathclaws in the woods there’s raiders. Which complicated things so that whatever shelter she found might not be safe because of raiders hiding out in it “It just keeps getting better and better.” She grumbled but she could deal with raiders. It was a question of how to deal with them? Grrrrrrrrrrooooaaannn. Chista ducked behind her rock and clutched her belly as a deep groan filled the air. You gotta be quite dam it! She mentally chastised her ravenous gut. “Wh…what the heck was that?” The rookies scared voice called out. Chista slowly peaked over her cover to see the woman clutching her shovel ready to take a swing at something. “Jumpy aren’t we.” Chista quipped thankfully she was alone, but the others would hear a gun shot, and she need some answers about the group… Grrrrrrr Her belly gave a wonderful suggestion on how to handle the problem. Why not kill two birds with one stomach? Chista licked her lips and placed her rifle against the rock a little fun never hurt…
Alison’s heart was racing. This isn’t what she signed up for! “O..Okay… calm down… it’s… just a…a… bird!” She slowly lowered her shovel back to the soft mound of dirt. “Just a loud bird.” She told herself hopping it would help steady her hands. It didn’t. Just gotta get this done and get back to camp! She thought franticly tossing dirt on the pile of bodies… Wait… why are we burring these guys? Alison thought back and not once had they buried the bodies. Sure, dumped them into a whole away from camp but never buried them. “Why would-“ SNAP She lifted her shovel spun around as something crunch behind her. “G…Guys!?” She called out to the forest. Grrrrrooooowwllll a low growl was the only response. Allison looked around her heart pounding like a drum. “Fuck this.” She tossed the shovel and turned to run… her heart almost stopped when she saw a pair of icy blue eyes looking down at her. “boo.” Alison’s eyes went wide and immediately turned to run stepping on the shovel’s head sending the wooden handle racing towards her…
CRACK Allison’s world went dark for a moment then slowly came back into being. “That had to hurt.” A feminine voice called out but it was off. The accent wasn’t anything like she heard before. She looked up and was greeted by the smooth curvature of a creamy belly. Grrrrrooowwwllll It provided a helpful answer on what was growling at her. Allison was still taking in the massive sight before as her mysterious bellied assailant grab her by the hair and pull her up. “ow.owowowoowo!” Allison squirmed as she was hauled to her feet. She opened her eyes to look into her captor’s face… but was greeted by two of the largest breasts she’d ever seen outside of a prewar porn film. Two rich and luscious orbs glistened with sweat that made Allison question reality, her height, and sexuality. Then she felt something warm and smooth nudge up against her a quick glance downward confirmed that it was the woman’s belly rubbing against her. Kinda like a cat nuzzling up to someone… “So, where you friends heading off to?” The voice asked pulling her gaze up towards the woman who had captured. Finally, after craning her head farther back than she was comfortable with she could see the face of her captor.
Her features were surprisingly soft full lips cute nose and a light scar on her right eye. Allison found her gaze drawn to the tattoo over her left eye trying to find some meaning in it. Unfortunate it didn’t seem to match anything she’d seen in the wasteland, making the identity of her statuesque attacker even more mysterious. But the eyes… “Hey! You there!” Allison flinched at the sound of the woman’s voice. “W…W… We got a camp set up… i..in an old farm east of here.” Alison whimpered out she’d seen eyes like this woman’s before. One night she took watch and she peaked out a hole in the shack… and there was the bright amber eye of a Deathclaw looking right back at her. That was the moment, Allison learned a lesson about the world and the food chain the everything and everyone lives in. “P…please I…I’ll tell you everything!” Allison pleaded. “Sssssshhhhh”
The stranger placed a single finger on Allison’s lips. “I know. I know. So next question how many are you?” Allison swallowed. “F…Five” She felt her legs start to shake but didn’t dare move. Grrrrrr A low groan made her flinch again it sounded way too much like a deathclaw for comfort. “So what’s wrong with the tower? Why not set up there?” The stranger’s voice was so calm and… deadly. Allison swallowed again. “I..It used to be a settlement. Then a… raiders… hit the place and wiped them out.” Allison was very keen to keep her involvement in that atrocity out of the conversation. The stranger cocked her head. “So are the raiders still there?” Allison bit her lip trying to think of an answer that didn’t implicate her. GRRRROOOWWLLLL It was hard to think with this massive woman’s gut pressing into her! She could feel those hungry gurgles and growls rumbling into her own smaller frame. “Uh… I… Don’t think so…” She swallowed her fears once again. “I hear that some gunners ran an op in the area and hit those guys hard…then ah…”
Allison had a brief flash back of that firefight on how one sided it was. The gunners had better armor, better guns, and better training. Hell, until that moment the only thing she’d shot was some plywood and some shitty farmers. It was so lopped sided though there where only six gunners and twenty of them! Five minutes later it was just seven of them and six gunners. Just as it seemed that the fight was over the gunners just booked it, leaving them to lick their wounds. Grrrooowwlll A deep growl from the strangers’ pot belly pulled her back to the present and the current situation. “… the gunners pretty much wiped them out. Deathclaws got the rest…” Allison ended the sentence abruptly she missed the old crew.
If the stranger detected the sorrow in her voice, she didn’t show it. “Gunners, Raiders, and Deathclaws. Only thing were missing is aliens.” Then those eyes focused back on her there was a… shine to them. A literal shine, as the sun started to set, she could see those blue eyes seeming to glow… like a deathclaws. Allison saw the brief image of a Deathclaw snapping up James as he tried to climb out his cot. His legs kicking in the air as the beast’s jaws took in his whole upper torso in a single bite! Then… it swallowed. A wet sickening gulp that echoed in the dark and slurped up his legs like a pair of noodles. All that was left was a wiggling bulge sinking down the deathclaws throat and into his belly… Allison blinked trying to clear her mind only to see the strange woman’s mouth opening wide… then wider… and wider… and wider still. Her mind replayed the image of James struggling but instead of a scaly lizard it was this massive beauty choking him down. This can’t be real…
Allison tried to rationalize what she was seeing but was having a hard time. One of those episodes that’s what James called em. She blinked and still found herself looking up into the stranger’s cavernous maw with strands of saliva reaching from the top of her mouth to the bottom creating a glistening spiderweb that welcomed her inside. This isn’t real… The stranger exhaled the cold air instantly turning her breath to vapor that washed over her warming the cold chill on her nose and ears. This isn’t real! Allison was shoved forward, and the woman’s maw came crashing down along with reality itself. Instantly her world was dark with the woman’s tongue bathing her face in slick warm saliva with her hot breath flowing around her.
Allison’s eyes tried to adjust to the dark but were having a hard time thanks to her tongue lapping at her face. All while her hot smelly breath washed over Allison’s face along with a seemingly endless stream of saliva. She could just make out the shape of the woman’s teeth, but there was a permanent darkness ahead her eyes refused to possess. Then it hit her. That was the throat. GULP! With that realization she was pulled towards it by a loud gulp echoing in her mind. Then her world got tighter as those powerful muscles grabbed her face and pulled it deeper. She screamed or tried to. The seal was soo tight her cries made little to no sound, but it did look terrifying from the outside. As a clear outline of her face was pressed out against the throat mouth agape in a silent scream. Thankfully it didn’t stay long.
Another powerful GULP! Rippled around her face pulling her shoulders into that tight gullet. Allison felt her shoulders nearly give under the strain of being squeezed into the tight vice grip of the woman’s throat. As she sunk deeper that screaming face finally diapering behind those luscious tits, she was admiring earlier but her journey was far from over. Allison’s mind strained to comprehend what was happening as she felt the powerful esophagus flex and ripple across her face threatening to smother her each time but that wasn’t the maddening part. No. That was the noise. She could hear her predator's powerful heart thumping just a head of her and the deep groans of the hungry stomach below her. GULP! The throat rippled around her again grabbing at her head and shoulders and squeezing tight as she’s pulled deeper. Allison couldn’t tell if the heavy pounding was her heart or her predators. This can’t be real….
Ever since that faithful night she thought that a Deathclaw would swallow her up like her old crew. She never thought she’d be swallowed up by some pretty stranger in the woods somewhere. GULP! Allison pressed out with her arms trying to get a hold of the woman. To stop her. To so something! Her hands scramble forwards right into something soft… two soft something. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she was groping. Her mind immediately conjures up the image of those two luscious melons as she spreads her fingers trying to hold as much as she could failing to fully grasp them. They were warm and soft… so very soft but with the right amount of firmness. She stopped as a realization hit her. She’s going to be a part of them.
Then the woman grab her wrists and pin her arms to her side just as another swallow pulls her deeper into the gullet. No… I… I don’t want to be boobs! I want to live! Allison kicked her legs furiously trying to escape or do something! It’s all for not. Soon those strong hands grab her shins and pin her legs together easily resisting her attempts to wiggle them. The ease of it all it told her something… I’m not the first. That realization was confirmed as she felt her lower body being lifted upwards and the throat around her shifted as the pull of gravity got noticeable more intense. She knew what was coming and there was nothing she could do. “Please…” Her last desperate plea went unheard as the stranger swallowed again.
Suddenly Allison was falling, but not really. Instead she’d feel those tight gullet muscles tighten then relax, letting her plummet deeper and deeper into her predator. She screamed but her voice was cut off by those tight throat muscles and having her chest being constricted by the woman’s gullet. Allison dragged her fingernails along the tight esophagus with each swallow hopping to somehow stop her rapid descent into hell. All it did was give her predator some strange sensations and made for an interesting bulge on her throat. Which was lost with another powerful swallow sending them below. Allison felt more and more of her body disappear form the cold wasteland air and into the warm embrace of the woman. Soon her head reached the bottom right at that tiny sphincter that guarded the entrance to belly. For a brief moment it didn’t seem like she would fit. but to Allison’s horror it stretched wider and wider soon enveloping her head.
With that her world changed as that once gentle warmth was instantly replaced by an oppressive humid heat rivaling a summers day. No wonder the stranger didn’t fancy cloths… At the same time her nose was hit by a raw acidic scent that instantly made her eyes water, or was she crying? She didn’t know anymore. It was hard to think as her ears were blasted by the cacophony of digestive grumbles, gurgles, groans, and bubbling. This woman’s gut reminded her of the gang’s old chem station when they were mixing especial when you threw in the volatile stuff like: abraxo cleaner, hydrochloric acid, bleach, and whatever else Jimmy would toss in for flavor. In fact, it kinda smelt the same… she also remembered how dangerous that stuff was.
Even with all that, the worst part was the dark. It was as if all the light of the world was extinguished in this woman’s gut to create an empty void that only she could fill. Allison’s mental pontification was short lived as her face sunk deeper and into a bubbling slop of stomach juices. While her conscious thought struggled with the situation, her brain stem understood that she was in danger and prodded the brain to do something! Anything! She twisted and pivoted trying to keep her head above the tingling juices. However, it was thanks to her predator swallowing down more of her that Allison managed to right herself. She pressed her hands into the warm pool of stomach acids and pushed herself out of the muck only to have the strong muscles churn inwards pushing her back into the stew.
Then more of her body was sent plummeting down to meet her until finally she was fully sealed inside the hungry woman. “This isn’t real!” Allison called out as she pushed herself upwards finally getting her face out of the juices. Her struggles excited the stomach around her as it matched her movements with strong churns pushing back at ever turn. “THIS ISN’T REAL!” She shrieked and pressed against the stomach her hand sinks into the wall but something pushes back from the outside forcing it back. Then the stomach churns rolling her over her head. “THE FUCK!” She tries to fight it but another churn quickly faces her back followed by another and another as the stomach rolls Allison upside down putting her face back into those juices. She pushes against the stomach. “QUIT IT!” She screams as the belly rumbles around her…
“Gods I needed that.” Chista placed a hand on her now full belly, feeling the skinny woman shift and press out against her stomach as it swells with 50 Kilo’s of meat*. Gurgle GLORP Chista’s belly easily overpowered the woman’s struggles keeping her pinned. “You’re a feisty one!” She gave her belly a firm pat earning a strong push against her hand showing a smooth imprint of her meals palm for a brief moment before it sunk back into her belly. Blorp blurrrble! Chista felt her gut rumble followed by something forcing it’s way up… BWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!! A loud thunderous belch echoed in the forest, scattering the murder of ravens overhead. Which was bad… but that was over shadowed by the impressive cloud of vapor it made as it rumbled out. It was kinda like a dragon breathing fire, but instead of fire it’s foul smelling gas. Chista took a moment to simply admire the large cloud. “that’s actually pretty coo- ROOOAARRR!!“ A bellowing roar of a Deathclaw reverberated through the trees as if responding to her belch. “Okay! time to go!”
Chista quickly doubled back to her hiding spot and scooped up her rifle then pulled up her pipboy map and winced. “The towers still a couple klicks out...” She looked over her shoulder at the setting sun. It was going to be close. She started off her legs bumping into her still thrashing belly jostling the unfortunate meal with each step. GURGLE BLOP! It was going to be a slog but she really didn’t have a choice. Besides a little indigestion later was better than getting mauled by a Deathclaw. Please don’t be a pain.
Allison’s world kept shifting and twisting with each step sloshing those tingling juices over her. She could tell her predator was moving. Moving fast. Did they come back for me? She clinged to the false hope that her crew had come back for her. This feeling filled her with determination! She pressed out against those tight walls! She wasn’t going to die here! No, She was going to-. Suddenly the stomach flex inwards almost crushing her arms then her whole world trembled as a deafening belch rattled out taking with it a good chunk of her air. Along with all her determination as she suddenly found it hard to breath in the sweltering dark. She wasn’t going to last long in the dark but how? As the stomach sloshed and shifted, Allison remembered something and rummaged through her pockets until she found it. A hand full of thin plastic tubes she shook one up, grabbed it with both hands, and snapped it in the middle. Instantly her world was bathed in a dull blue light illuminating the world around her.
She honestly wished she’d stayed in the dark. The walls around her were tinged blue and wrinkled with rivers of mucus and stomach juices running down them. Allison swore she could make out dark scars on the stomach walls. Her arms trembled at the sight the image of something or someone tougher and stronger than her being trapped in this woman’s gut… she shook her head. “I gotta get out!” As her predator moved the acids sloshing around her and it was steadily rising as the stomach pumped in what seemed to be liters of the stuff. How was there so much! The bubbling green slime clinging to her clothing hair, and skin which to her shock was already a dull pink colour. Time was not on her side.
Allison turned her attention upwards searching for the sphincter that had let her into this hellscape only for a strong churn to wrench the glow stick form her hand. “NO!” The stomach quickly returning to bleak darkness as it sank beneath the slimy sea. Down at the bottom she could see the dim blue light struggling to bleed through the thick viscous sea around her. Allison quickly pulled out another shook it… GUUURRRGGGLLLEE then another violent churn sent her tumbling into the rising juices once again costing her a glow stick. She screamed a mistake as it let acids into her open mouth which she quickly closed and pushed herself upwards. Allison managed to rise above the sludge once again coughing and sputtering trying to get the burning slime out of her mouth to little effect. She snapped her third and final glow stick hoping the violet churning had shaken it up enough. Once again, a dim blue light flooded the stomach giving Allison some respite from the dark. “Where is it?” She turned her gaze upwards and saw it. The small dime sized cardiac sphincter. It seemed impossible that something so small could be the only way in, but that didn’t matter. It let her in she would make it let her out. She tried to pry it open unable to even budge it. “Come on!” She gave her all then punched it a few times. Nothing. A wave of depression washed over her. This was it. This was… the end.
That brief excursion took a lot out of her probably due to the thin air in the hostile stomach. Allison collapsed taking deep breaths of the gastric air swirling around her it was like some cruel joke. She’d feel her lungs fill but the lack of oxygen still left her breathless. Suddenly words she heard this morning echoed in her mind. Karma’s a bitch. The last words of a merchant she finished off on the side of the road. One of the bodies in the shallow grave she dug. Allison giggled but quickly stated coughing as laughing was difficulty in her current state. “guess… he… was right.” it was getting harder and harder to breath. Allison let her glow stick slip form her fingers to join the others below the bubbling acids. The acids quickly started to eat away at the tube releasing the bio luminescent chemical into the stomach.
It was actually kinda cool in a way as the stomach acids pooling around her slowly turned a blue giving off it’s own light. Wonder what it looks like on the outside? Allison closed her eyes and thought of something else. She didn’t want to think about the outside anymore. Instead she focused on what she would be on that feeling of palming the stranger’s massive chest. They were so soft and full… pure perfection. That’s what she’d be. Fat. Held close to the woman that devoured her a small portion of those luscious tits. It wasn’t heaven but considering her life it was as probably the closest she would get. The stomach flexed once again, and she felt a surge of air whoosh upwards followed by a deafening BWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRPPPP!! The stomach shuddered violently as her world shifted and twisted around her. The juices surged upwards and Allison took one last breath resigning herself to be a part of the larger woman…
Glorp Blurp “Should’ve known this place would be a swamp.” Chista huffed and puffed trudging through the muddy ground. It been hours but she’d only gone a Kilometer or two thanks to the horrible terrain. That and she didn’t want to disturb her environment too much. That would just be creating a path for predators to follow. So, she pressed on with the growing darkness egging her on and the fullness in her belly fueling her drive. Honestly having a full gut was probably the only thing keeping her going at this point. The steady churns and warmth of her gut giving her the edge she needed to overcome exhaustion. However, it also slowed her down which might prove fatal. Focus. She kept her mind from wondering into the negative instead she looked up at the stone tower growing in the distance. Almost there! Her gut swayed and sloshed but the familiar feeling of the woman scrambling in her gut had faded to just a few shoves and twitches.
Chista kept her focus on the path ahead and failed to notice the inner turmoil within her own gut. Or the dim blue glow steadily spreading out in her gut with the silhouette of a woman curled up inside. One could see it as some sort of metaphor on life on how in all of us there was the potential for more. Well… If one ignored that fact that the silhouette was slowly melting like a wax figure on a hot day. No, this was glimpse inside the powerful gut Chista lugged around everywhere. But it was helpful in other ways for one it kinda helped Chista see a little better with the dim glow giving her eyes the little boost they needed to help her spot the pit falls and dangers along the path. The curious sight also kept other creatures at bay. Sure, some were curious on what the dim blue glowing thing was but add in the loud gurgles and sloshes and most chose to stay away. Nothing good come from curiosity out in nature.
Almost there! She stepped over a fallen tree. This was it I have to do was keep my head down and not draw attention to meyse- BWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRPPPP!! A sudden surge of gas exploded from her mouth echoing in the dark forest. Much like before the hot guttural air mixed with the cold air and turned into a cloud of mist that drifted off into the forest. Strangely it had a light blue glow to it almost like a specter rumored to haunt these woods, or swamp gas if anyone caught a whiff of the foul air drifting in the wind. As a wondering deathclaw did quickly turning it’s nose away at the foul decayed smell, but a few scavengers relished the scent of a good meal….
Chista on the other hand was horribly confused by what she saw. “What the hell?” Finally she looked down at her gut and saw the warped melted silhouette of a woman floating in a blue orb hanging off her middle. It took a moment to realize it was her own stomach. “What the hell!” She pressed her hand into the blue thing confirming that it was indeed her belly. Oh shit… she wasn’t radioactive was she? ROOOAAARRR!! The horrific cry of a deathclaw put any and all questions about her gastric distress on hold then another roar echoed int the forest. That light a fire under Chista’s feet as she gave up on hiding her tracks and simply ran for it. Blue glowing gut be dammed!
Warning hard digestion ahead.
The fear and Adrenalin put her on high alert and gave renewed strength to her legs. It also ramped up her stomach as it viciously churned around the still woman inside. Allison’s winter gear wasn’t spared the stomachs wrath with the rabbit fur sewn into her coat flaked off as the acids ate away at the stitches. The grey fox fur she stuffed in he inline of her coat was stripped off as well followed by the cat fur sewed onto Allison’s boots. It all started to mesh together with each churn bundling more and more of it together into a rather large fur ball that rocked left and right with the stomach’s movement. However, it was the effects on Allison’s body that would have sent shivers down the mentally scared raiders spine.
The first to go was her hair, the brunet locks being pulled out as her head rubs against the stomach lining most of it finding a new home in the ball of fur sloshing around. Soon after her skin already a bright pink turned an angry red which started to peel off with hard churn exposing the muscle and tendons beneath. All the while the dark silhouette reflected the change slowly caving in and warping as time when on until finally with a loud SNAP her left arm was rend from her torso. Floating of from the body as more and more of her body as destroyed. As with each churn more and more of her soft flesh sloughed off Allison’s body and into the sea of bubbling acids and meat. Soon Chista’s belly losses its human shape becoming softer and rounder as time when on. Leaving the once beautifully silhouette of femininity a dull shifting blob, making Chista’s gut more like a lava lamp. The globs of Allison’s body drifting about combining and separating with each churn and slosh with her hard bones hinting at the character of the mess being projected. There was still Allison’s clothing her jacket, the remains of her cotton shirt, her jeans, and boots as well. Actually it was kinda like a blue glowing snow glob as it was constantly being shaken with the bones and cloth filtering around…
Chista was nearly out of breath when she made it to the tower just as the sun was setting. Even then she still kept her distance. Even in danger a scout must observe their surroundings. She took a deep breath and leaned against a nearby rock and took stock of her situation. So far, she hadn’t seen any Deathclaws but she’d their tracks where everywhere and uh… she seen some droppings in the area. Where ever the Deathclaws were they weren’t here… for the moment. Blorp. She looked down at her gut and saw the woman’s skull poking out along with the jagged edges of other bones as well. All of it highlighted by the blue glow from inside. Chista pressed a finger into her softer gut. “You better not be radioactive.” She had no idea on what had caused this, but she hoped it wouldn’t kill her. The dull had faded so maybe things were getting better in there. She tore her focused away from her straggly glowing belly and focused on the tower itself.
The massive stone structure rising over 15 meters* into the sky sure the skyscraper back in Boston, or Ronto*, or Montreal dwarfed the tower, but the majesty of the stonework was rather impressive. In front of the tower were two shacks cobbled together from scrap metal neither of which looked habitable along with a solitary outhouse. She leaned her rifle against the rock and raised her binoculars scanning the area for threats. She started with the largest shack and quickly noted that it was missing its roof and had deep claw marks gouged into the sides. “Great. So Deathclaw have been here.” she muttered as she scanned the rubble. There seemed to be some furniture and boxes in the larger building buried under some rubble, but that wasn’t a big concern right now.
She switched over to the smaller building which was in better shape but had distinct jagged claw marks cutting deep into the corrugated sheet metal. Lots of cut marks. “how many deathclaws live out here?” It seemed that her meal’s story checked out. It looked like whoever lived in these shacks got a visit by a very aggressive pack of Deathclaws who had torn there tin shacks open like a can of prewar sardines. “Well that takes care of the raiders.” With one less threat to worry about, she picked up her rifle and carefully approached the tower. The massive structure had claw marks along the side but unlike the flimsy metal had actually withstood the onslaught. A promising observation.
The tower had one entrance guarded by a heavy iron gate. “Please. Oh Please don’t be locked.” She pushed on the gate and at first it didn’t budge, but she put more force into it and the aged iron groaned and swung open. “Thank the gods!” Chista pushed the gate open so she could fit her larger bulk inside then shoved the gate close quickly barring the gate with a nearby steel rod. Chista let out a sigh of relief. Finally, she was safe. “That was close.” She turned around to examine her new shelter which was bathed in a dim blue light. She looked down at her gut the light was dimming but for now it was helpful. “Well thanks blue glowy.” She gave her gut a reassuring pat and used her new flashlight to check out the structure.
The room was actually quite spacious at about 9 meters* in diameter with a stone staircase wrapping around up to the second floor. She was a bit of concern when she spotted the large arched windows but breathed a sigh of relief seeing that they were barred with what looked like thick iron rods. “That’s one less thing to worry about.” The room wasn’t too cluttered with just a couple of shelves stocked with a few empty tin cans a typewriter and a microscope. A microscope? “Where did they find a microscope?” She examined the out of place device. Was there a hospital or something nearby? Maybe I cou- Guuurrgglllee Grrrooooaaannn
Chista grimaced as she felt her belly churn and roll something wasn’t sitting right… GLORP! She felt a lump of something rolling around in her gut. “Dam furs.” She knew that blue glowy was decked out in furs and well... she should have seen this coming. BLORP GURLGE! She felt it. A dense wad of something rising up her throat with a bubbling gurgle. She didn’t fight it instead she relaxed her throat and just let it happen. Soon a basketball sized bulge made it way up her throat as a foul-tasting liquid filled her mouth. BBBBBBBBBBBBWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRPPPPPPP!!! A massive belch rumbled out once again creating a glowing blue cloud like before while also taking with it the wad of fur the woman was using to keep herself warm. It landed on the stone floor with a wet splat. The white, grey, and brown wad simmered on the stone floor as the oddly blue colored stomach juices still working on the tough furs. The disgusting mess even glowed faintly on the floor. “ugh… I gotta remember to take that shit off next time.” She gently rubbed her belly as it groaned and gurgled seemingly pleased to be ride of the fur ball. To be fair she did feel better now although the first floor was a lot less pleasant to be in as the sour stench of her stomach juices wafted through the air.
She hadn’t planned on staying on the first floor but the prospect of sleeping next to a coughed-up fur ball especial one that glowed sealed the deal. She looked over the stone staircase and gently drummed her fingers on her belly. “I hate stairs.” With a dejected sigh she pressed on taking the first step up the spiraling stair case. Glorp Slosh Blorp her gut swayed with each step sloshing Allison’s remains about. The light was starting to fade as the chemical’s in the glow sticks finally finished running their course. Which Chista noticed as she reached the top of the stairs as it suddenly got a little harder to see. “Done now?” She asked her belly. GURGLE. As Chista’s belly returned to its natural non glowing state, she watched the woman’s skull look up at her as the blue light dimmed until finally she couldn’t see it any more. “Well that takes care of that.” She smiled and pressed on.
Chista crested the top of the stair and was greeted by a rather packed room lite but a dim light bulb. This time there were three shelves well stocked with a ammo tins, a few rusted pipe rifle with a duffel bag was stuffed under the middle shelf. There were several wooden crates with the letters MRE spray panted on them. It was clear that this floor was used for storage, but it seemed rather well stocked considering the tower’s history. “Seems whoever lived here left in a hurry.” She couldn’t blame them considering the Deathclaw problem this place seemed to have, and yet… why would they settle here? “maybe the Deathclaws weren’t always a problem?” From what dinner said this place was already settled, then the raiders came, then gunners, and finally the Deathclaws came. A good representation of commonwealth food chain now that she thought about it. GLORP She rubbed her belly feeling it churn around her meal. “wonder where I fit in?”
Chista sighed and put the ecological thoughts to the side for now and focused on the bit problem there wasn’t enough room on this floor to set up. The problems with her larger frame is the need for more space and the cramped supply room… floor? Whatever you call this wasn’t going to cut it, but the supplies would be useful in the future. So onward and upwards. The stone stairs gave way to a cast iron stair case that spiraled upwards to the third floor. “Okay… one last flight…” She took the first steps upwards. “I hope.” Her heavy boots clacked against the iron steps mixing with the loud sloshing and gurgling of her belly still working hard on dinner.
Inside Allison, or what was left of her, sloshed and swirled in a turbulent sea of chyme, acids and melted meat. Her once prized furs had been ejected from the bubbling stew being deemed inedible by the glutinous stomach, but it seemed to cling to the rest of her things. As if it hadn’t made up it’s mind on the matter. The rough denim jacket and jeans proving quite the challenge for the powerful stomach. Designed to resist the elements, its synthetic fibers managed to resisted the bubbling acids to an extent. Loose extensions such as buttons and the zipper broke off and joined the rest of the stew swirling about with their new found freedom. The jacket itself slowly started to come apart with pocket emptying scattering their contents into the stew. A dozen.38 rounds, a few pre war coins, and the straps holding a small leather pouch frayed and dissolved. The bad detached and opened up spilling his rich contents of caps into the stew all 75 caps. Quite a haul for anyone brave enough to claim it
Even Allison’s valued boots didn’t do so well either with the soft laces dissolving in the harsh chemical bath with only the plastic aglets* surviving but the heat warped them, twisting them into little plastic nubs. The heat also warped the rubber soles slowly separating them from the main body. The hard leather resisted the acids the best with only a few dim sized hole beings scorched into them. If some strand of Allison’s consciousness remained it might have been surprised at how… efficient the stomach was. Maybe the glutinous stomach didn’t need to purge these things? Could this woman’s hunger really be so vast that even these would fade. Only time would tell as the world slowly stopped sloshing…
Chista slowly plodded her up the last few steps. Hopefully this would be the last stop of the night her feet were killing her. “Thank the gods.” The third floor seemed to be the living quarters with two metal bed frames pushed to the east and west walls minus the mattresses unfortunately. There were two night stands placed next to the beds there draws torn open and bare. “Guess they took something when they left.” That wasn’t the main concern as she walked over to the bed frame on the west wall and peeled her pack off, placing it on the metal spread. She packed light but after a few Klicks she could feel every gram packed in there. She couldn’t help but give a sigh or relief as the weight lifted then slung her rifle off her should and laid it on the bed spread as well.
“Gods what a day…” She rolled her shoulders then unclasped her shoulder pauldron tossing the harden leather on to the bed next to her pack. She stretched pushing out her gut the bony imprint of Allision’s skull pressing out as if she was giving on last plead to be released only to sink back into that soft fat gut as Chista relaxed. She peeled off the ammo brace on her right bicep and tossed it on her bag then finally looked down at her gut. Noticing how… soft it seemed. “Wow you didn’t last long.” Chista pressed a finger into her gut. GLORP she felt a rough bone poke back then gave the softer mound a firm pat sloshing dinner about. “Well at least you didn’t give me too much trouble. Although…” She cupped her belly with both hands and lifted her gut. “Why were you glowing earlier?” Gurgle blorp She sighed and let go of her letting it slosh back to it’s resting place. “Guess that’s just another mystery huh?”
Chista pulled her goggles off her head carefully placing them on top of her pack as well. “Now the hard part.” She placed one boot on the bed frame and untied the laces instantly relief flowed through her tired feet as she slipped the muddy boot off. She quickly untied the other and slipped it off. "Glad to get those dam boots off!" Chista kicked the well-worn footwear under the bed frame. She wiggled her freed toes on the cool stone floor basking in the new freedom before moving on to the hard part. Chista reached around and just barely managed to reached the tight strap holding her leg armor on. “Come on.” She tugged against the strap as it dug into her well fed thighs. Geez I need to go on a diet… But with some effort she got the strap loose and pulled the armor off, adding it to the growing pile. “Guess I need to add another notch.” She said dejectedly as she worked on the holster encountering the same problem. Rich luscious thighs and leathers too small. “why are raiders so fattening down south!” She vented at the churning stew in her gut. Blorp gurgle Slosh* the only response being her belly’s gurgles but soon her holster was added to the pile, leaving one last obstacle to her comfort.
Chista ran her hands over hips feeling the tight jeans as she contemplated the risk. It wasn’t easy to take these suckers off or put on especially in a hurry. if something happened and she had to bolt, she might have to head out without them. The prospect of going pants less in the wasteland wasn’t fun, but She looked around at the solid stone walls and iron barred windows. It was worth it one night of rest was worth it. She took a deep breath… “here we go.” Chista didn’t have to button her jeans anymore thanks to her ever-expanding waistline, but that by no means made this an easy removal. She carefully dug her thumbs into the waistband and shimmied her trousers down a few centimeters pausing to assess for any dangers before continuing. Chista lived in the unfortunate world of big and tall in a world without professional tailors hence why she kept the same pair of jeans long after she’d out grew them. If she ripped or tore them that was it. She’d be stuck with them until she could fix them herself or find someone who could make her a new pair. A laughable expensive process the cost of material alone would put her in the red. There was always the possibility of finding new pants, but that was just a dream she had on occasion.
“Easy…” She shimmied the worn jeans a little farther slowly cresting the peaks of her rear. The two mountains had clearly soaked up their fair share of meals over the years and had no doubt destroyed many pairs of pants over the years. And judging by the tears scattered around Chista’s thighs they were working on add the current pair of jeans to their growing tally, but it would not be this day. Slowly Chista worked her jeans over the peaks of her rear she felt the fabric stretch… but didn’t tear. Soon she was past the hard part and only had to struggle with her thick thighs which put up a fight but managed to get the worn fabric out of the danger zone. A cool breeze swept through the window swirling around her exposed thighs. “Ahhh…” she sighed as she relished the feeling. It was totally worth it.
Chista carefully folded her well worn jeans noting all the tears and holes in it. “I really… really… need to invest in a new pair of jeans.” She’d have to check with Fallon next time she was in Diamond City to get a price. Chista slipped off her leather gloves and tossed them on her pile of gear. “Huh? Dad was right. You never realize how much you’re carrying until it’s all in a pile.” With her gear properly stashed away that left finding a place to relax and honestly, she didn’t care where at this point. She had a sleeping bag but it was in her pack… and she didn’t want to dig for it. Thankfully she had an alternative. Chista knelled down letting her belly splay out on the floor then leaned forward putting her full weight on her gut.
Her belly groaned and gurgled as the sudden mass being piled on top of it but it was Allison’s remains that suffered the most. As the pressure increased, the soften bones gave way with a macabre symphony of crunches and crackles but somehow her skull and a few other bones survived the onslaught but moving towards the side pressing out against Chista’s belly with the gelatinous mass of meat keeping them in place. “There we go!” Chista fully settled on her belly it was a little rough at first with all those bones poking at her insides, but they crumpled under the pressure like she knew they would, leaving her with a meat filled water bed to relax on. Finally, she took off her Pipboy and placed it next to her. It such a handy tool but couldn’t vault tech make something more portable? Like soothing that fit in your pocket? A Pip Pocket*!
Chista smiled at the totally original idea she just had and not something she saw in an old newspaper. She leans forward letting her chest press against the stone floor. She could feel everything happening in her gut. Every churn. Every bone pressing out against her gut. And an uncomfortable pressure… she felt it shift then rising upwards with a bubbling gurgle. Chista just relaxed and let it out. BBBWWWOORRRPP!! A crass belch rumbled out relieving the pressure. “much better.” She scratched her chin and hit a few tabs on her Pipboy. Some music would help with digestion…