Fallout 63: The Wasteland Bites part 1

(contains muscle growth, BE, hourglass expansion)

Art by: TBA

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Don't they know, it's the end of the world? It ended when I lost your love...

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I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle. As I go riding merrily along…

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Do-do-do the flop! EVERYBODY DO THE FLOP!

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Life is like a mystery, here in Duckburg…

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Bren let out a groan that gradually built up into a feline roar. The brown haired cougar man abruptly stopped his march, putting emphasis on stamping the dusty old pavement with his boots. Tail frazzled out before it sliced through the air with his about-face to snarl at his traveling companion. "For prrf's sake, Xili! Pick a station or shut the dang thing off!"

The cheetah woman only a few paces behind Bren stared back through locks of a darker brown coloration. Her purple eyes remained open in shock at her best friends sudden outburst. Granted she had been spending the last mile of their march through the wasteland fiddling with the electronic device strapped to her forearm; a Pip-Boy three-thousand according to the lettering along the top of its computer screen.

Both were surprised to have found the device working at all, considering the state the skeleton wearing it had been in. It was also the kind anthro corpse that bequeathed Bren the smooth-fitting Vault Sixty-Three suit he now wore. Naturally, it had received several dozen washes beforehand, but the cougar fancied only having one article of clothing to maintain wandering the wastelands. Not like Xilimyth, whose lithe body was cloaked in an old-world soldiers uniform.

Her logic was that all the grey and brown camo colors meshed well with the greyish-brown of their irradiated surroundings. Not that it did anything to hide her from Bren's current irritation. They continued to stare in awkward silence until Xilimyth's mouth cracked into the faintest of smiles.

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If it's stubborn as can be, mean and ornery, it's a MAN!

Bren hissed a long stream of incoherent muttering through sharp teeth, which only made Xilimyth smile in that cute 'innocent' way only cheetahs could. His hand that was not holding a loaded magnum raised up in a shaking choking motion. Of course, it did nothing to actually hurt his companion standing well out of reach. He eventually threw the same hand up in defeat and turned to resume walking.

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When you walk away, you don't hear me say, "Please! Oh, baby! Don't go!"

"Hey, come on!" Xilimyth could not hold back giggles after Bren broke into an angry run. Considering their third day of scavenging old buildings had resulted in little to carry, she had no problems keeping pace behind him. "You know there's not exactly a new trend of music going around out here. I'm just trying to find something jazzy."

"Yeah, right." Bren slowed back into a walk when his lungs began burning for fresh air. Every time they found a new electrical device he ended up regretting letting Xilimyth play with it first. The last one had been an ancient tool for playing video games. The fact it was childishly named after urine had Xilimyth giggling non-stop for days. And that was before they had found a working TV to play it on.

A group of rooftops poking over some hills along their road made Bren's tail perk once more. Any remaining annoyance towards a lack of good music was quickly forgotten in place of food and trade materials.

"Any idea what that place is?" he glanced back to find the cheetah still playing on her Pip-Boy.

"It doesn't say on the map," she said, surprising Bren that she had broken assumptions. Her claws taped lightly across the screen a few times. "Oh, well, that is weird. It looks like a small neighborhood, but the map says 'Test site six.'"

"Always a good sign," Bren grumbled while his golden eyes rolled. "Let's be careful in case there are mutants hidden around."

Sarcasm aside, a little odd labeling was not one to deter the brave and desperately hungry. The cats had been out on the wastes for weeks without so much as a radscorpion to snack on. At this point, two-hundred-year-old cakes would be a welcome treat.

Xilimyth may have the quirks of a newborn kitten, but she was far from oblivious about her surroundings. As she followed Bren over the last hill, her Pip-Boy hand pulled the Japanese katana out of the sheath strung across her back. A souvenir from a previous exploration where they discovered the abandoned outpost of Chinese communist agents. It was very comforting to have a good melee weapon on hand when the accuracy-free spread of shotgun shells was not available. Those had been exhausted weeks ago to clear out a nest of feral ghouls, for thirty lousy caps, no less.

Everything looked fine when they got close to the outer houses. Bren and Xilimyth had done this kind of preparation enough times to be well-oiled machines. Their heads slowly turned to scan the area, making sure to face opposite directions to avoid flank attacks. Still, nothing could be seen hiding or foraging in the open.

The houses themselves screamed of typical middle-class residents before everything was nuked to oblivion. Some of the partially vaporized backyards even had erected slides and swing sets to compliment the grills. They continued a slow synchronized march towards the nearest backdoor. A slight jiggle of the handle confirmed to Bren it was unlocked.

"What do you think?" Xilimyth asked while lowering her sword. She leaned against the wall, chipping off the dry paint in her relaxed state. "Want to twin it or split up?"

"Hmm." Bren's ears twitched rapidly still unable to detect noises outside themselves. Feeling a bit risky, he rapped on the door a few times in a polite knock. Several tense seconds of waiting still left him hearing general silence. A wild animal would have at least been startled by the loud noise. "Seems pretty dead, huh? Let's split up; you go clockwise, and we'll meet in the opposite house."

"Sounds like a plan!" Xilimyth beamed as she pushed back onto her boots with a fancy twirl of her sword. "Good hunting and be safe."

"Prrf! You too," Bren replied smiling over his shoulder.

Unfortunately for Xilimyth, the next house had both its front and back doors locked. It took breaking a few hairpins before she managed to pick the back door open. If there was one commodity the cats carried around were hairpins. Granted Bren was a lot more delicate with the tools than her.

A push from one boot slowly edged the door open. Xilimyth poked her head inside remaining firmly behind cover with sword at the ready. Sunlight poured in on a silent, empty living room. It remained the only apparent light source with every window having its thick shades drawn. That hardly made her feel any better. When it came to danger, the loud stuff was much easier to locate. Radroaches or wild dogs did not care about being quiet. Smarter creatures on the other hand...

When there was silence, there was no way of telling if the danger was waiting right in front of you.

Even the dirty carpet did little to muffle Xilimyth's boots when she stepped inside. First order of business was to open up some drapes. Even a feline can't see everything in the dark.

"ACK!" The amount of dust one set of curtains could hold was uncanny. Xilimyth flung open the nearest window so hard she became blanketed in a grey cloud. Attempts to wave it away did very little while she staggered back in a coughing fit. This, in turn, caused her shins to slam into the edge of a coffee table and completely lose balance. "Rwar!"

THUNK!!

The fall itself was not that painful thanks to Xilimyth remembering to point her sword out on the way down. It was her back landing on the carpet that made her ears perk up. Something about the floor had sounded a bit hallow.

Recovering quick, Xilimyth flipped onto hands and knees to comb through the shag rug. Sure enough, claws traced the outlines of a large square section cut out of the floor. Its Panel lifted off easily once she had moved the coffee table. Underneath it was another black void with a rickety rope ladder descending to depths unknown.

Just the sight to make a curious cheetah's tail flail in excitement.

Everything was still silent enough to make Xilimyth resist the urge to jump in blind. She pulled a thick plastic stick out of one belt pouch and snapped it between her thumbs. Immediately the chemical mixture inside began to glow in bright green light. Another handy little tool that came with scavenging the army uniform.

The glow stick was dropped down the hole first in a very short decent. There only looked to be about a ten-foot drop onto a concrete basement. Xilimyth sighed seeing two skeletons sprawled out close to where the ladder ended. Beyond that, the place looked very odd. Three folding tables had been set up still supporting what looked like chemistry equipment; beakers, burners, microscopes, all that crazy science junk. Shame, most of it, seemed broken by the test of time. But the cheetah's ears did perk at seeing these refrigerators, footlockers, and a safe placed around the room.

"Jackpot!" she sang while climbing on down into the hidden room.

Amazingly this place had a still functioning generator too. Guess it was true that nuclear power never ran out. It allowed the three still working light bulbs around the room to illuminate Xilimyth's find a lot better.

The first logical thing to check was the fridges. After nothing but jerky to eat for days any chance for fresh grub was worth taking. The cats were not that sure what meat their jerky was even from.

"Ack!" Xilimyth barely got the first fridge open before slamming it closed in disgust. Whatever meats were stored in there must have evolved into its own species of fungus by now.

Opening the second fridge a bit more carefully yielded a less sickening bounty. Xilimyth's mouth watered taking in the welcome sight of Nuka-Colas, canned spam, and jarred pickles. All the famous delectables nuclear armageddon could not erase.

It also did nothing to help loosen lids. Xilimyth snatched up a jar of pickled eggs only to find opening it to be one extreme challenge. She tried bare hands, a loose jacket sleeve, wedged between her thighs, even a few angry bites. Nothing could get the top off the desired nourishment container.

All the struggling and childish hisses accomplished was awakening the basements sleeping resident. A set of compounded eyes emerged from the dark corners fixated on the tasty spotted tail flicking about. Light clicks of hard chitin against the floor signaled its approach but went unnoticed over Xilimyth's rummaging. Her keen feline senses were too focused on the enemy in her hands to pick up the clapping of hungry mandibles.

CHOMP!!

When it came to this pair of wandering felines Xilimyth liked to think she was the better at grace under pressure. That being said, some parts of a cat-girl should never be bitten.

"NYAAAAAAHHHHH!!"

She was also a cheetah with a very powerful set of lungs. Her brave roars of a panicked child echoed off the acoustics of the old building strong enough to be heard for miles.

Searing pain shot through Xilimyth's tail, eliciting an awkward dance out of the cheetah. However, no amount of hip shaking or leg thrashing could remove the attacker's grip on her precious fluffy appendage. If anything they were flung about with her motions completely unphased.

Failing a shake off, Xilimyth tried whirling to give the creep a swipe of her claws. That proved more futile. The damn radroach clung just far enough down her tail to stay safely out of melee range.

At least Xilimyth thought it was a radroach. In all their years in the wasteland, the cats never came across a nasty bug with pointed feline ears. There were even stripes of teal fur growing out of its exoskeleton, leading to a fluffy striped cattail growing out its rear.

"Xilimyth!? Kick that prrfing thing off! I can't get a shot."

"What do you think I've been trying to do?"

The rush of relief to hear Bren's voice on the ladder was compounded by pain-fueled annoyance. Xilimyth jerked her butt a few times to emphasize her point. The radroach was flung against the wall repeatedly as a makeshift flail with no sign of its grip loosening. If anything the bizarre catbug enjoyed the experience.

"Well, prrf! Hold very still!"

"Oh no…"

Nothing like seeing the barrel of your best friends sniper rifle pointed at you to instantly forget any and all prior suffering. A soft click from atop Bren's scope ignited his laser reticle. Its little red dot bounced across the cheetah and bug trying to help him find a decent target.

"Um…" Bren's ears flicked noticing a sudden silence washing over the basement. He risked lowering his gun just enough to see Xilimyth and her insect attacker frozen in place. Both of them had their full attention on following the red dot dipping across the floor. "...seriously?"

Bren gently guided his aim behind the bug. It promptly released Xilimyth's tail from its jaws to twist around and follow him. He got it to do a complete three-sixty tracing his target dot across the wall back towards Xilimyth, who pawed at it with both hands as it passed by.

"Prrf! Come on, Xili. You do realize what that dot means!?"

"But it's so pretty…" Xilimyth's voice trailed off as she dropped to all fours. She easily bucked off the roach trying to crawl over her back so she could tackle the dot first.

There was no helping feline instincts. Bren had to admit he might have been doing the same, were he not the one holding a laser. Not out loud, of course. Xilimyth would tease him for days about it. He just settled on leading the pair of feline-like creatures from one end of the basement to the other. The fact they were now piling on top of each other trying to get at their new dancing prey made it impossible to get a shot off.

Neither showed any signs of getting tired after a while, unlike Bren's arms holding the high-caliber rifle. The cougars tail twitched with an irritated 'prrf' while considering risking a shot or at least trying to lure Xilimyth closer to him.

Before he could do either, another pass of the reticle around the room made him spot the mini fridges. It formed an immediate, stupid, plan that seemed worth trying. Once Xilimyth and the fuzzy roach were piled up against one wall he began making his aiming dot jiggle in rapid motions. That got both of them bouncing in anticipation for where it might shoot off to next. Bren paused for a second before using his full strength to wheel his gun around in a direct aim at the giant ice boxes.

BONG!

The cougar was amazed at how easy that cartoon style plan had worked. The catroach wheeled around faster than he thought any insect was capable of in pursuit of the red dot. However, it's limited instincts in the small space worked perfectly for a head-on collision with a refrigerator door. If that did not shatter its skull, it was undoubtedly going to lay there stunned for a good while. Plenty of time to finish it off and get Xilimyth to safety.

WHAAM!

Bren blinked a bit stunned watching the plan unintentionally repeat itself. It might have been a good idea to have turned off his scope laser sooner but, in his defense, Xilimyth should have better reflexes. There was no way she was getting up after making a dent in the other refrigerator door.

Next thing Xilimyth was aware of; she was laying on a bed comfortably bundled up in dusty blankets. Sunlight pierced through window blinds, which told her it was either morning or dusk. Having to endure a concussion made it hard for proper assessments.

"Oogh."

Trying to get up was even harder. Only thing that kept Xilimyth from face planting off the bed was that she fell into a familiar cougars arms. Bren promptly guided her back onto the pillow with an annoyed prrf.

"Take it easy, you crazy nut. I just barely got you conscious."

"Mmh!" Xilimyth blinked with eyes that were out of sync. "What happen?"

"Radroach attack. At least, I think it was a radroach. Prrfing thing acted more cat-like than you, with fur and ears too."

"Oh...yeah." Xilimyth's memories replayed events oddly in reverse. Not that the throbbing ache in her tail could be easily forgotten. "It must have got me good. Did I lose a limb? I didn't even see it get at my head."

"Oh...yeah. It really got a sneak attack in on your skull." Bren averted his gaze with a nervous laugh. "But it only got a small bit of your tail in the end. No major limb damage today, just some stimpacks and lots of bandages."

"And the fuzzy bug?"

"Gone." Bren shrugged. "I had to carry your heavy butt up a rope, and then the little Prrfler vanished by the time I went back. No clue how it even got inside that basement."

"That's not very comforting."

"Yeah, well, prrf. You're injured, and it's almost night. No point in moving away from cozy beds until you feel better."

"Mrrf!" Xilimyth pouted, but her covers were an excellent and rare comfort in the wasteland.

"Good. I'll go scavenge for dinner. Try not to have a life or death fight with the pillows."

"Nyah!" Xilimyth responded with a raspberry watching Bren leave the bedroom. Footsteps receded down the hallowed steps leaving her in relative silence.

Getting some more sleep sounded like a great idea at first. Unfortunately, Xilimyth's tail would not allow her to ignore the piece bitten out of it. After a bit of tossing, she managed to sit up with a lot more coordinated movement than before.

The house itself was starting to become swallowed in blackness, but she still had some glow sticks in a belt pouch to light up. It was hard not to giggle at seeing the last third of her tail encased in a lump of white cloth. Bren must have used an entire roll of gauze, if not their whole supply. Peeling it all off just for a look at her wound took a torturously tedious amount of time.

The bite certainly did not look critically in need for so much bandage. A few stimpack injections had healed Xilimyth to the point her spotted fur was barely cut. A few boils poked out in the pattern of an insects jaw and would probably end up as minor scars in a few days. Far from the worst wound either feline has received in their adventures.

So why was it aching so much? Further gauze removal revealed most of her tail tip to be grossly swollen, but with no signs of discoloration. Still might have been a beautiful sign of potential poisoning. Xilimyth was sure neither of them was carrying antivenom.

"Mmph!" Getting out of bed was significantly better without the world blurring in dark colors. After only a few clumsy steps Xilimyth found her balance on such a heavy tail. At least enough to make her way into the bathroom.

A world reduced to rubble under the clouds of a thousand atom bombs, and the plumbing still worked. Sure, the water was irradiated enough for the Pip-Boy to tick off rads, but beggars can not be choosers. Cold liquid felt nice trailing off Xilimyth's chin while she slurped several handfuls down. Hydration was always an essential factor in day to day survival.

Now if only Xilimyth could tell her stomach that. No sooner had she finished filling up than her insides began gurgling in protest to the nourishment. That was a bit surprising. Usually, a minor dose of radiation never got this bad. Granted the cats tended to have a RadAway as their joke dessert for meals.

Speaking of which, Xilimyth directed her attention to the first-aid box mounted behind the door. Thank whatever god was left for putting these babies in every bathroom in existence. The cocktail of ailments was starting to make Xilimyth's vision blurred, but she managed to undo the lock clasps.

A mess of Stimpacks and more bandages rained around her feet. No aspirin, antidote, or RadAway to be seen. That was probably going to be a big problem for the rest of Xilimyth's night.

"Hugh!? Nnnggh!"

Well, said problems manifested sooner than expected. It was like the damn bug had returned for a second course, sending jolts along Xilimyth's spine. She collapsed onto the medbox clasping it desperately for support on trembling legs. Groans and yowls broke through the silence of the house as she waited for the rush to pass. Even after such a storm had settled it left the muscles in her tail throbbing with excess tension.

"Holy hell!!" Xilimyth worked up the strength to glance back, eyes growing wide at the spinal extension twitching across the floor.

Not just the bite wound, but the whole end of her tail had swollen up several times in size. The very muscles around each vertebra were thick with power. It made rapid heavy slaps across the wooden floor while the thinner upper part tried to wag it about. This became less of a problem as the bulges continued to slink up the cheetahs spotted appendage. Muscles inflated in rapid succession popping each bone plate one at a time. Xilimyth's moans turned from ones of pain to very stimulated pleasure as her nerves adjusted and even began to like the way such growth popped them out.

"Oh no no no no!" Even so, watching her tail thicken out like a balloon towards her rear was not very calming. Especially when her base swelled out and promptly filled her cheeks with rising pressure.

"Xili!? Are you all right!?" Bren's cougar form suddenly appeared in the doorway, casting a shadowed backdrop. There was still plenty of illumination for him to see Xilimyth's enlarge tail lift up and present her throbbing butt. "...whoah!"

"GRWAR!"

Xilimyth's claws dug into the thin metal of the medbox. In one rush her rear swelled to quickly stretch out the slack in her camouflage trousers. A pair of pants that had been initially designed for men of much larger stature, no less. She managed to get out a few short breaths before another surge clenched her fangs together.

The clasp around Xilimyth's tail snapped off in the rush of pressure. Bloated butt cheeks began pushing down the pants themselves so their copious amounts of fat and muscle could pour out. It only helped slide them off further when Xilimyth wagged her hips in frantic mews. Her whole pelvis gave off echoing pops as it gained a broad womanly curve to them.

"Mmpph! Haa haa! B-Bren!? Nngh! Heeelp me, please? It's...it's too tight! Haah!"

The cougar blinked back to reality after having gotten lost in the fattest ass he had ever seen. His first thought had been there would be no way their combined efforts were getting her pants back over that jiggling shelf. But then Bren realized his friend was asking for the opposite. Her hips and butt were still expanding, which squeezed a heavy muffin top over a stubborn belt.

"Prrf! What the heck kind of allergy reaction is this!?" Bren rushed to Xilimyth's side to fumble at her belt clasp. By then Xilimyth's heavy bottom put too much pressure to get any slack out of the notches. Luckily this cougar was the kind that believed in maintaining sharp claws in case of a bullet shortage. Only a few swipes got the leather chopped up enough to break.

That little relief was euphoric for Xilimyth. She resumed wiggling her hips all too eager in helping Bren pull the rest down her legs.

"Prrf!?"

Legs that were themselves filling out with an incredible amount of protein. Try as Bren might he could not get the jeans very far down Xilimyth's thighs before they positively ballooned out. Ridges quickly formed in the soft cheetah fur as a natural display of strong muscles. Xilimyth herself gave out a small cry when her thighs began to squeeze against each other for room, but the tight pants forbid her from widening her stance. Even the dips and bulges of her shins became easily outlined in the durable fabric.

"Nyaah! Just rip them off!" Xilimyth moaned as she shifted her heavy bottom from one foot to the other. "It's too tiiiight! Mmh! Ahh-haa!"

SCHLUT!!

A pinching around Xilimyth's toes made her glance down just in time to watch the front of her boots break off their soles. Through the gapes pushed out toes so unlike the little digits she had washed out this morning. These sets were a bit more evened out and swollen to the size of fatty meatballs covered in fluff. A thick claw extended out from each one, scrapping slivers of wood off the floor as they involuntarily flexed in their growth.

"Ah Ah! Aw, man! It's going to be weeks before we find good boots again." Xilimyth's enormous tail curled around Bren's leg sadly.

"Prrf!" Bren promptly tried to step around it, like one afraid of facing an anaconda. "Believe me, Xili. You probably won't be able to fit paws into any kind of footwear even without the elephant sizes."

That got a sour look from Xilimyth, but the pressure in her waist saved Bren from any sarcastic retort. The process of her body slowly stretching towards the ceiling did not make her look any less intimidating, however. Her camo jacket was starting to look tight even before the cheetah's upper body strength received an upgrade. The hem hefted up with her to reveal the white fur of her belly and the rising puffs of abs developing under it.

SCHIRK! SHRRTT!

At least the problem of Xilimyth's pants worked itself out. Having her whole body pulsing out several times in size brought enough pressure to rend the seams along both hips. What remained easily peeled off a pair of naked cheetah paws so thick with enough strength they could punt a giant mutated crab.

CRRCH!!

"...oops!?" Xilimyth staggered, finding balance on her swollen cat toes amazingly comfortable with such a meaty tail swishing against Bren's face. Good thing since her combined weight and muscles easily tore the medbox off its wall mounts. The tin itself had been crumpled into a useless ball thanks to her many unintentional flexes. She dropped the scrap on the ground finding wonder in the sharp spears that had grown out the tips of her fingers.

There was no way to see the other bulges trying to push out from under the back of her army jacket. A sight that filled Bren with many questions and concerns.

"Xili be careful! Prrf! I think you got a-yeow!!"

SHII-RIIIP!

FWOOMPH!

The cougar had just enough wits to duck a second before Xilimyth's shirt exploded around the shoulders. From either side of him unfurled two spidery appendages that quickly bumped into the bathrooms far wall. They were unable to stretch their joints out in such a tight space, draping loose curtains of a membrane around Bren instead.

Xilimyth's mouth was left agape for several seconds. Suddenly having new limbs meant a whole rush of nerves for her brain to register, to say nothing of figuring out how such stiff muscles and joints flexed. She still remained dumbfounded when she did look over one shoulder to check on her friend.

"Did...I just grow wings!?"

"Among other things?" Bren shrugged with a meek laugh. More soft popping drew him back to the shifting fur exposed through Xilimyth's jacket tears. "Brace yourself, chee. I think you're still growing."

"Aw, nuts!" Xilimyth huffed a second before a cramp seized her back.

Xilimyth's hunched forward as her back rose into a large mound of rich muscles along her spine. They spread out in a wave that pushed out her shoulders and thickened strength around her waist. She could not resist purring so loud it drowned out all the little poppings of her growing bones. It was like the hands of god had pet her very nerves with their silk touch.

SHHTT! SHHT! SHRRRPPPPHHH!

So much mass bubbled down her arms that Xilimyth did not need to flex to tear her jacket sleeves. Not that it stopped her in the rush such growing additions were giving her. Plumping hands balled into fists so she could give a hard flex that showed off both biceps and all the ridges along her back to Bren. They loomed like boulders ready to crush the entranced cougars head.

DINK! DINK! DINK!

"Ah, whoop!" Xilimyth gasped as a pressure squeezed at her lungs only to suddenly release.

It was no mystery that her breasts were growing. In mere seconds the front of her ruined jacket stretched around two mounds inflating like sandbags. All the buttons down her front were pulled pucker as they reached a mass worthy of supplying daily milk to caravan traders. And still, they grew, popping off the middle three buttons in one burst. Xilimyth turned her gaze to the filthy mirror seeing her white-furred cleavage bulging through the gap. She felt another hard shift that filled out her girls into medicine balls that fired offer all but the top-most button. It was only by the massive strength of her pectorals growth that such amazing boobs managed to hang above her belly button with an unnatural firmness.

It was kind of strange to see stripes had developed down the center. Their fur had darkened into a deep purple that almost entirely hid the exposed nipples.

"Wow…"

"That's one way to put it." Xilimyth cast Bren a bemused glance before returning attention to herself. Even her neck became incredibly thick, making her voice drop deeper with almost every word. Strange that two more purple stripes had developed on each of her cheeks. That looked exactly like the ones on that wired radroach. "Do bug bites normally cause excessive swelling? And...wings?"

"I prrfing hope so. Otherwise, I'm going to start worrying about what irradiated stuff we've been eating for the past week."

"Gee, thanks." Xilimyth gave Bren a sour raspberry, but could not help grinning. After all, the cougar suddenly looked so tiny only coming up to her sloshing boobs. It took everything to resist the urge to pick him up. "Better give me some room. I feel like getting out of this bathroom is going to be hard."

CRRCH!

BOOM!

Getting out of the bathroom while being bigger than a super mutant turned out to be incredibly simple. Good thing there was also no one alive to care about the structural integrity of the house. After trying to scoot her big butt backward and finding the frame too small, Xilimyth twisted best she could to one side. That promptly led to her getting jammed in thanks to the span of her new wings. In the end, three hundred years of chipped drywall was no match for the power of her sharpened claws.

Shedding off debris and the remains of her jacket Xilimyth purred louder as she checked out her body in a more open bedroom. Everything was so small, her butt would probably crush the beds even if she tried putting two together. Not that she could go back to sleep with so much energy charging through her system. All she wanted now was something physical to do for a few...dozen hours.

Where was a deathclaw nest when you needed one? They would be so much fun for a cheetah tank to wrestle.

"Soooo…" Xilimyth turned to Bren, finding his eyes darting up from admiring her thick, curvy backside. "Do we have any RadAway, by chance?"