Story - War Never Changes, But Dogmeat's Do

Art by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/blueberrysnow/

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As soon as the rain had stopped, it was back to business as usual. Food does not find itself in the ruins of a wasteland. Unless it is still alive, in which case that made things harder as the stupid thing might try biting back.

That was a risk any dog was willing to take for a bit of decent grub. Food had already been scarce for some time. Having to slumber under an old stairwell to wait out a radiation storm for days did not help. All the familiar scents were washed away under a blanket of burning green rain. It's lingering mist tended to burn a dog's nose while trying to find any signs of prey.

She would probably have to start lingering around the various human settlements until something worthwhile came along. They never seemed too bothered by the presence of a wandering mutt. Perhaps because she did not try biting everyone's throats like most hairless mongrels roaming around. That and she still had all her fluffy brown fur, a rarity for such a polluted wilderness. She guessed it gave a more child-friendly appearance. Most of the local kids loved running out to provide her with treats and pets.

'Dogmeat' was the official title most people liked to give her when she walked by. The dog had no idea what it meant, but it sounded fearsome, so she eventually took a liking to it. Perhaps they saw her as some kind of local mascot or companion. Lord knows many tried keeping her in their homes as a pet, but Dogmeat never felt right like that. She was a wanderer, enjoying the excitement such freedom brought to the little piece of post-apocalyptic hell that was her territory.

Not that she felt above helping the more excellent humans that lived along with her range. In fact, they found her help more often than she visited them. Usually nothing her expert nose was incapable of doing with ease; find an item here, track a scent there. They were fun breaks from the usual hunting routine, often ending with a very yummy reward and lots of pets.

Today just did not seem in dogmeat's favor for those. There were two kinds of rain in the wasteland; the standard wet stuff that annoyed her nose, and the glowing green stuff that burned for hours after it had stopped. While both made hunting hard, the second rain tended to completely trick her entire senses.

Some time spent endlessly wandering later, and Dogmeat was sure she was heading nowhere near any of her regular settlement haunts. Worse she might have even walked right out of her territory. The last thing she needed was to be ambushed by some hairless whelps without also a chance to sniff them. At least the further out she went, the less rain seemed to have poisoned the area.

Eventually, she just settled on going towards the first building that did not look heavily damaged, or populated by anything dangerous. That ended up being a very red, boxy-shaped building. A few humans had once referred to it as a 'barn' where they seemed to like growing food nearby. That was a sign worth raising Dogmeat's hopes, if not the clenching pain of her stomach. More so when she caught the scent of those two-headed cow creatures before spotting them in a fenced pen.

Ear perked in a curious survey of the surrounding settlement. The place was full of scents unfamiliar to her. Aside from the barn and pen, there was also a two-floor shack nearby looking like it could house a few people. But there were no sounds or scents of humans nearby. She padded very slowly over to the front furniture to get a better whiff. There was a table with chairs and plates set up, along with several shelves lined with old junk. All of which had the most peculiar scent of a feline Dogmeat had never smelled before.

Perhaps the owners had an animal companion of their own looking out for intruders. No, that could not be, or she would be finding it's paw prints all over instead of the usual boot trails. And those were as fresh as they could get, made an hour ago at the longest.

She was crushed to find there were no foods on the plates. Not even moldy old table scraps. Dogmeat was just about to be on her way when a breeze drifted over the scent of fresh fruits. Big black canine nose tugged her along around to the houses opposite side where the sight made her tail perk right up.

Sprawled about before the mutt were rows upon rows of fresh growing foods. All were neatly arranged in square patches based on each kind. She saw wild vines of those big, green, melon fruits, bushes of plump red strawberries, and enough carrots to stuff a hive of mole rats.

What really drew attention, however, was the tree. Centered in the middle of the crops like some monument was a luscious tree abundant in full green leaves with dozens of over-ripe fruits hanging from its branches. It's very nature seemed to radiate out in the dead grey of the wasteland.

Dogmeat trotted closer, losing the need for stealth under the allure of such beautiful scents. As she got closer to the tree, its fruit seemed to be the strangest thing about this little patch of heaven. Just one was larger than both her front paws combined. Their skin covered in a weird, fine fur dotted by big purple blotches. Usually, those were supposed to be a massive sign of rotting. Instead, she pressed her nose right up to the lowest hanging fruit and took a big old sniff.

In all her short canine life, Dogmeat had never smelled such an array of euphoric bliss. That included the time she got her muzzle stuck in a bottle of Buffout. She was starting to make her own little rain drooling over this beautiful new plant.

Before there was even time to think it over, her fangs had sunk into one of the large berries. More juice than ever expected gushed out to stain her fur in bright purple colors. Not that Dogmeat felt like complaining about how beautiful the amount flowing across her tongue tasted. That only solidified her resolve to yank the fruit off with a jerk of the head and devour it. Surely with this many, the actual owner would not miss a few.

The meat was just as delicious as everything else about the fruit. It had a flavor like everything and nothing she ever tasted before. As if someone took all the best aspects out of several pre-war fruits and mixed it together with its own unique juice.

Speaking of juice, Dogmeat's ordinarily brown fur was getting painted an elegant shade of violet with each bite. Some kind of radiation must have really affected these berries, for she was swallowing at least three mouthfuls of juice to each bite she chewed. And that was just the liquid that did not go raining down her chin to the ground. How its meat could sponge up so much was beyond her understanding or concern. It did an excellent job quelling the rage of her stomach.

Dogmeat's tail wagged at full height as she licked the last bits off the ground. Not even the contamination of dirt ruined her meal. She had never felt so full since that time having an entire two-headed cow carcass to herself. Juice was practically sloshing about in a very tight belly with each step taken back towards the small tree. Surely the owners would not miss another berry, just to hide away in case nothing special came along her usual hunting grounds.

"Is someone out here!?"

There was a clank of a latch, and the door to the shack groaned shrilly as it swung open. Dogmeat froze from nose to tail in deadpan fright, teeth an inch away from another of the tasty fruits. The voice had not sounded like the deep grumble of green giants, or the scratchy half-dead wheezing of raiders. It was actually somewhat soft and almost gentle, but still surprising in its sudden presence.

Heavy thuds of unmistakable footsteps came across the wooden boards of the porch. What actually got Dogmeat's brain working again was the all too familiar sound of a gun cocking. Slowly she padded around to face the shake and was just as surprised by the farm's owner as they seemed to be of her.

She was probably not human, or at least not a human Dogmeat ever smelled before. The body's general shape indeed matched for human though. Perhaps more so with hips straining the buttons of her overalls and breasts that looked like she stuffed two melons in that plaid undershirt. Thick boots dig into the soft soil as she stepped out of the shack. Sunlight reflecting off blue fur of her bare arms and face. Her lighter hair was long and flowing behind her like a piece of the sky had been cut out onto her feline shaped head. While she leveled a shotgun up into both arms, a thickly muscled tail swished about hitting its bulbous tip against the ground.

While there was a strong urge to get closer for a better sniff of this human-ish creature, the fact they were holding a shotgun held a higher priority. Dogmeat tried giving a few barks while adjusting her ears into a friendlier expression. That always got people to warm up to her fast. But as this being got close, she could see it's emerald eyes opening so wide they glowed in the sunlight. It's muzzle slowly dropped in dumb shock taking the scene in. Dogmeat quickly took a few cautious steps back with a whimper of apology. Her entire attention focused on the creature's weapon.

"Oh no no no nooooo!" Ashi the Mew wailed. Her pace quickened towards the dog. "Please tell me you did not just eat those berries on my tree!?"

Dogmeat recognized the tone of harsh human emotions in an otherwise heavenly voice. While she wanted to believe Ashi meant no immediate harm, they were also running right at her with a shotgun at the ready. It would not have been the first time someone tried pumping a load of buckshot into her butt over a snack. And it was also not worth taking a risk opposing survival instincts.

"Hey, wait! Stop!" Ashi continued running a bit more, but the bouncing of her bosom made it mildly irritating. She staggered to a stop at the berry tree wheezing for breath as she watched the dog leap over the hip-high fence and bolt into the wasteland.

Seconds later it passed seamlessly through the psychic barrier that Ashi had invested the bulk of her powers. Otherwise, she would have just levitated right after the poor beast with some mental stimulation to calm it down.

"This is all your fault!" she said to the berry tree as if expecting her glare to make it feel bad. "I spent all last night making a barrier to repel humans and those buffoon green men, and what do you do? Just attract every wild creature in a five-mile radius why don't you? Ugh! The girls are going to chew my ears off if I bring home another one after I promised exactly this would not happen again."

She gave the tree a swift kick of her boot that caused three over-ripened berries to fall off. After quickly securing those and her shotgun back into the shack that was a temporary home, Ashi waved her arms to dispel the protection that had been meticulously placed on her farm just hours earlier. At least it was a great relief to no longer have to exert her mental muscles keeping everything maintained. Almost immediately the power flowed subconsciously back into her body, repelling gravity from her curves until she felt as light as the balloons they resembled.

Looking back over where the dog had fled made Ashi's tail jerk. She knew that the closest settlement was in that direction, having planned to trade much of her other products with the locales as souvenirs to take back to her home dimension. The poor beast must know where it was going, or just panicked aimlessly, but either way, a lot of people were about to get a big surprise.

"At least she'll be easy to find in a few minutes," Ashi said flatly to her tree. "Try to not give me more trouble at least. Okay?"

Meanwhile, Dogmeat got a surprising mile or two before being overcome with urges to vomit the gallon of juice sloshing around her belly. At least there were no signs of pursuit her keen ears and nose could pick up. That had to have been one of the strangest mutant creatures she had ever encountered in all the Commonwealth. And this was including that slug-human thing that crawled around on several arms.

Thanking her lucky milk bones not to have bullets in her hide, the German shepherd looked around for a place to relax and digest her meal. A quick breather did nothing this sickening feeling. While there was no longer need to vomit, her stomach still churned in peculiar ways.

An old world house was nearby that seemed up to the task. Large sections of its walls were long since broken away, but it's roof looked intact enough to provide at least rain cover. She hobbled over rubble through one of the gaping holes. Something was most certainly wrong, her back legs were growing stiff and hard to move correctly. Dogmeat barely made it to a couch in the corner before a shifting in her hips caused the canine to roll onto her back in a whimper.

Almost immediately she could tell something was off and that stupid fruit was probably the cause. Looking down, Dogmeat was perplexed to see her back legs no longer stood up naturally into the air like her forelegs. Instead, they laid flat on the ground parallel to the rest of her body. A position she knew should have been anatomically impossible.

Perhaps that creature really had shot her after all. This was just some kind of delayed injury of buckshot dislocating the limbs. But there was no pain to indicate such a theory. All Dogmeat felt was a near constant tightness in her muscles and some odd tugging sensations.

The right leg was gingerly lifted into the air. Dogmeat felt relief to at least still have control over her feet. Maybe even more so, as she rotated and stretched them out in ways she never could before. It was only the sharp tugging that made her stop experimenting, and in so doing let Dogmeat realize those feelings were because her legs were stretching longer.

Both thighs let out a loud groan as they ballooned up with exceptional muscles, giving round curves past widening knees and into sleek lengthening shins. It left them looking triple their regular length and unfit for a canine, but her paws were suffering the worst of it. Her heels were flattening out of their arch to become level with her toes in a rapid series of rapid pops. The toes themselves suffered their own case of swelling, with the inner ones plumping into large meatballs and each progressive toe becoming a less pronounced size than their inward neighbor. Even her dewclaws migrated down to become the smallest wiggling outer digits. They startled Dogmeat into realizing her legs resembled those of humans

Except furrier...

And clawed...

And still having pads on their soles...

It was a strange feeling to wiggle one's toes for the first time. But not nearly as odd as when her pelvis shifted. Dogmeat let out a sharp bark thrusting her entire pelvis into the air due to her spines change to a steep inward curve. Her hips spread in a wide crack to better settle new legs in fitting sockets. Ample amounts of growing fat caused her buttocks to swell up into a jutting bulge that melded with the curve of her thighs. The canines mind spun a bit when it slapped back to the dirty, cold floor quicker than expected. Dogmeat would have thought she landed on a pillow, were she not able to feel the concrete beneath her tail.

There was no time to consider that as her chest collapsed. Ribs flattened out while her entire torso thickened and grew. Dogmeat whined at the disturbing feeling of her organs moving about into new accommodations. Her middle, in particular, collapsed into a strange inward taper like she had ended up squeezed between a giant green man's hands.

Another loud pop, closer to her ears, made Dogmeat yelp in alarm at both forelegs falling limply to the ground much like her back legs had. She looked down panting to watch her shoulders grinding back and then spreading outwards. Suddenly with another pop, she found the control to her legs returned, but with surprisingly more directional capability.

That helped a lot rolling back onto all fours, although that just made things even more awkward. The disproportionate lengths of her legs left Dogmeat's bloated rear raised high in the air like a permanent playing position. Granted her tail wasn't wagging, being slightly stuck curled between her fat thighs.

That changed a bit when her forelegs grew out. The ground rapidly got further away from Dogmeat nose but stopped abruptly short of making her back level again. Which was a bit confusing as she watched muscles develop and thicken her biceps, but not to nearly a degree as her thighs. But then her paws went through a more drastic change of stretching and widening. Toes snaked out of their palms into furry sausages, developing a new set of joints, and then a second set. The dewclaws stayed at the sides of her heels but still swelled into their own dexterous digits. Claws and pads remained, giving her an incredible amount of gripping power.

A trait she utilized for the first time trying to levy herself up against the couch. That did not get far before popping in her neck rocked dogmeat back into a sitting position on her back legs. She yelped and shifted her tail out from being sandwiched between the fat of her rear and calfs. Another pop followed a hard cramp that Dogmeat tried twisting her head to stretch out. She was worried something finally decided to break under all these changes, but another pop caused her nose to jerk up and rest facing parallel from her shoulders. Her spine cracking a bit as neck bones settled in at the base of her skull instead of the back.

That had just finished registering when a tightness gripped at Dogmeat's chest. Looking down she saw only the uppermost pair of her teets remained. They rose through the thick tufts of fur becoming incredibly puffy, and then bloated. She yelped in embarrassment, placing human-like hands over them to feel their near-continuous swelling as gravity began to impose on their weight. Sh did not conceal them for long. Their growth took only seconds before Dogmeat's hands started to get pushed away, exposing more soft flesh bulging out from around her padded palms. Just as she began to worry about her fingers being overwhelmed the rapid growth decided to stop. It still left an ample amount of soft-furred mammaries that nearly tugged her off balance when they were finally released to hang freely.

Their arrival brought Dogmeat to the stunning realization that she had become human or at least some sort of crazy half-human-dog thing. A German shepherd was hardly an expert on anatomy, but she had seen enough to recognize the female's general characteristics. In fact, she would fancy a guess she now looked an awful lot like that blue cat farmer. No wonder she wanted Dogmeat away from those delicious berries if they were irradiated to all hell and causing mutations.

Talk about one of her worst choices in a meal since that bottle of Buffout. Oh well, dwelling on it now seemed pretty pointless. Dogmeat grappled with the old couch to get onto shaking, unfamiliar legs. In so doing she noticed an itch behind her still triangle ears and shook her head to try being rid of it. Not only did that not work, but she felt something odd moving about.

Running a hand over her ears, Dogmeat blinked at feeling lots of very prominent fur had grown out of her head into a shaggy mess. In fact, it was still growing even as she held it. Soon large clumps of dirty gold hairs draped over her eyes obscuring their sight. She tried to rock her head back to get them off, but they seemed attached to her skull. The back turned out to have poured an exceptional length to these fine hairs, as they swept across the fur of her shoulders in a rather pleasant sensation.

At least the golden hair complimented her usually drab browns and greys colors. As if the wasteland did not have enough of those already.

Dogmeat circled the couch in stiff, clumsy steps trying to get used to walking on two legs. Good thing she still had her bushy tail for a counterweight against these incredibly huge human teets. Apparently whatever those radiation berries changed also applied to her instincts, for she was soon padding around the old house with a bouncy sashaying grace as if always being born a curvy half-human.

Twisting and turning to check herself over for any other surprises, she could not help smiling in admiration over such a healthy looking body. The fact she could smile now even made her tail start wagging across the plump cheeks of her rear. She gave one of them a smack like she had seen human females do to tease mates, and got a thrill at the way her fat reverberated the force across her pelvis. This was undoubtedly one mistaken theft she would not be regretting in the foreseeable future.

There were still cramps and aches from her body, but Dogmeat shrugged them off as side effects of their already drastic change. Prospects at having a life like any other two-legged creature brought a rush of joy that pushed aside all over rational. Too bad there was very little here to do with expressing such emotion.

No sense not giving a quick look around anyway. She padded on over to the kitchen failing to notice her footsteps had grown heavier. Hell, now she could actually reach cupboards and open doors. A new perspective others take for granted opened up a whole new world to Dogmeat. She was flinging open every cabinet and closet in sight. The notion of even finding anything behind them lost under the act of merely being able to perform such tasks.

She was getting so excited that she was not even noticing when hands had stopped reaching up and began reaching out to cupboard handles that were eye level. Nor was she hearing the rattling of furniture in time with her rapid footsteps as she dashed between rooms for more things to search.

It was only when she found a locked door upstairs that something felt off. Especially when Dogmeat tried to tug at the handle, and it ripped right out with little effort, along with a huge chunk of the door it was attached to.

Dogmeat's blank expression drifted from the gaping door hole to the hunk of a door in her hand. And then catching sight of her arm made her jaw drop. The limb had become massive, with thick meaty bulges riding deep ridges between joints. Her free hand could barely grip the bicep, which brought the realization that its arm had also bulked up in such a fashion.

More concerning was the feeling of very large, soft obstructions that needed reaching around. Dogmeat looked down and barked in alarm at no longer being able to see the ground while standing straight. Both of her human teets had swelled with arguably the most mass out of all her body. They jutted out several feet forward even while hanging in an apron down to her navel. Apparently, they grew along this mounting strength enough to make their weight virtually unnoticeable.

Yes, she was apparently still growing. Hands timidly explored under the soft mounds of mammaries to feel the deep ridges of abs that developed along her stomach. There was a sudden tightening in her gut, and Dogmeat gasped at the ridges of abs pushing back. She withdrew her hands to flex both arms, admiring the swell her biceps until she realized they were continuing to grow even when held at their most tensed point.

Dogmeat barked again with a quick look around, seeing that everything was getting smaller relative to her perspective. Floorboards were starting to groan under her, and she feared possibly knocking down the rest of the house if this continued.

She bolted for the next room where much of the second floor had already collapsed. Each footfall caused a low rumble that made wood and plaster crack around her toes. There was little need to lower down. Dogmeat ended up smashing her head through roof plaster in a short hop without feeling a thing.

It still left a profound crackling impact on the already broken tiles when Dogmeat landed in a crouch onto the kitchen floor. She looked back over her shoulder barely surprised to find her rear had not been spared any excessive growth. Along with even more curving layers of fat, there was also a strong rock-like rigidness to her hips. It made her wonder if a radroach could get crushed under those cheeks just by sitting on it. There was no need to check on her legs even if she could easily see them. Just trying to stand up she found it impossible to keep her thighs from rubbing together with each step. Their swelling was forcing her into an increasingly wider stance that was putting a lot more sway into her body motions when she walked.

What did surprise Dogmeat was when she stood up to full height and could see eye level with the floor she just jumped off of. A few seconds later she grew to easily see over into the rooms above.

Whimpering at an increasing sensation of claustrophobia, Dogmeat made a break for the hole she came in. It was clearly too small for her now, but she still intended to squeeze out before she brought the whole building down.

Instead, the force of her charge helped in making the hole wider. There was only a brief second of resistance as the ring clamped in around her breasts and shoulder, and then a thundering crash rang around her ears. Dogmeat kept going a few steps before managing to stop her heavyweight and turned back with curious ears and tail.

The hole had been made much more significant without so much as putting a scratch on the German shepherds hide. Large clumps of brick continued to fall off the foundation as the building itself gave a long groan. Moments later Dogmeat jumped as the second floor gave way, taking the whole house with it.

She bit her lower lip watching until the last bit of roof tile collapsed into a useless pile. At least her growth had stopped, even if it left her a muscled dog bigger than the house she just demolished. She gave a small flex in new admiration for her biceps. Hell, she might be even stronger than those house-sized green humans that occasionally lumbered around. She would have to find a fire hydrant pipe to swing about to find out.

"Having fun, are we?"

The only thing more amazing than seeing a fifteen-foot tall amazon dog jump is the earthquake caused by her landing. Dogmeat tried ducking for cover behind trees to avoid an expected hail of bullets. All that really accomplished was her large teets snapping the whole cluster off their trunks and getting branches stuck in her cleavage.

"Yeah, the whole size and muscles thing takes a bit of adjusting."

Dogmeat blinked, looking down to see the blue feline creature...floating...a short distance away. It gave a cheerful wave coming to a stop just enough to avoid getting blocked from view by Dogmeat's chest.

"You ran off before I could introduce myself," the feline said. "Name's Ashi the Mew. What's your name?"

Dogmeat tilted her head in a confused whimper, though ears and tail rose in cautious curiosity. That shotgun was nowhere in sight, so things seemed friendly enough.

"You can talk now, you know? It's like a hard-wired side effect or something."

"Really? I can talk?" Dogmeat blinked, raising a surprised hand to her muzzle as it flapped in new ways. "Holy hell! I can talk!!"

"I'll say," Ashi said with a big grin. "And that's a charming voice you gained. Can totally see you like a lounge singer with a sparkling dress."

"Um, thank you?" Dogmeat felt her cheeks blush for the first time too. Knees and elbows pressed together in a failed attempt to look smaller. "B-but what happened to me? I almost look human, and you got so tiny all of a sudden."

"Oooooh? You think I'm tiny?" Ashi lowered herself back onto solid ground as her eyes half-closed in concentration.

She suddenly let out a grunt that made Dogmeat wonder if she was in pain. Moments later it was clearly not the case as her body surged double in size, and then triple. Her frame gradually rose up towards the sky, digging trenches in the ground as from rapidly increasing boot size. When she reached around eye-level with Dogmeat's navel, she began to fill outwards as well. Ashi rocked her head about in sensual moans as muscle piled upon muscle. Arms rippled and flexed to show ever-increasing bulges. Hips spread wide from inches to feet that strained her overalls. With every deep breath, those already impressive mounds tucked away pushed the denim out further and further. Meanwhile, her butt jutted out behind her into an amazingly perky shelf.

Yet the part that fascinated Dogmeat the most was the fact her clothes were not breaking with the transformation. They creaked and groaned like crazy, but seemed to be growing just enough to keep from being split apart. Even her boots dug little trenches in the ground as they swelled to keep Ashi's paws covered. Though they still seemed just a step behind as they clung tightly to each and every curve as if meant to show off what was underneath. There was even a bit of cleavage showing through that undershirt neck when Ashi stopped her growth. She now stood eye level with Dogmeat and used this to lean in, making their massive chests press together teasingly.

"How about now?"

"W-w-what are you!?"

"I told you; I'm a Mew." Ashi looked a bit hurt by the question but seemed to shrug it off before Dogmeat could feel too bad. "I guess you don't have Pokemon in this dimension."

"What's a Pokemon?"

"Exactly!" Ashi leaned in harder, making Dogmeat huff. Their teats had become amazingly sensitive and soft in their growth. She hardly felt any resistance until the smooth furred flesh was practically pushed up into her chin. "I think it better we focus on the more important details. Like the two building sized animals standing in the middle of a wasteland."

"Yes, please. I'm getting more confused with everything you say."

"Well, sorry!" Ashi giggled and gave Dogmeat a playful shove.

Dogmeat staggered back several steps almost tripping on an old dumpster. She was suddenly grateful for her size and mass, or Ashi's minor impact might have sent her flying an impressive distance.

"What's your name?" Ashi said. Her thick tail was wiggling high in the air now with a glowing scent of joy. A rare calming aura around these parts.

"Dogmeat..."

"Dogmeat?" Ashi blinked, unable to show some surprise. "Not what I would have picked, but if that's your name, that's your name."

"It's what most people like to call me," Dogmeat said with tail and ears folded back. Her fellow giants reaction suddenly made her judgemental about such a name. A lot of first times were happening to her today.

Seeing this, Ashi put a comforting hand on Dogmeat's shoulder. "Hey now! I didn't mean anything by it. If you like the name go with it. Anyone complains you can just sit on them."

That got a chuckle out of Dogmeat, who looked back to caress her rear. Not even that dumpster would make an adequate seat. "Thanks..."

"No problem, Dogmeat." Ashi clapped her hands together. "Alright, so, in quick order let me explain the situation before we destroy more old buildings. My name is Ashi the Mew. I think I already said that. Hello! I come from another dimension, that's very far away from here before you get too confused, and it's filled with a whole bunch of animals collectively referred to as Pokemon. Let's not go into that too much, but the important detail is that my particular species has psychic powers that allow me to do a wide variety of fun things like traveling to other planets and times. I came to this world to grow those special fruits you ended up eating. I discovered them and their effects a few years ago. Most of us tend to call them goliath berries, on account of how it makes us what we are now; big and undeniably sexy."

Ashi paused to give both her arms a hard flex. They surged out in rippling hunks of tight sinew that made Dogmeat blush, though the canine dare not break her focus on the monologue. Even an excellent dog's mind had a hard time paying attention, and Ashi's scent was very intriguing. "There are others like you?"

"Like us, sweetie. And yes, I used to be a tiny runt of a mew about the size of your palm before eating the first one that ever appeared in my garden. Not only do those crazy berries make you some kind of half-human hybrid, but it gives you superpowers to greatly multiply everything about your body; size, muscles, sexual appeal, even natural abilities. I bet the change did some wonders for your senses."

"Hmmm?" Dogmeat thought for a second before some dust wrinkled her nose. Hit with some inspiration, she brushed off the wet black tip of her muzzle and took several deep sniffs. "Holy two-headed cow, Ashi! I can smell everything now!" she leaned in closer, pressing breasts together in her excitement to sniff at a shocked Ashi's mouth. "I can tell you've been floating around here for several minutes before I crushed the house, by accident mind you, what direction you came from, your favorite color is sky blue, and that you ate mirelurk eggs with a side of non-irradiated Cram for breakfast...last week."

"Heh, that is so cool!" Ashi beeped Dogmeat on the nose to get her to move away again. "Not sure how you can tell my favorite color by smell, but still neat! Though to be fair, I use my psychic powers to remove radiation from everything I eat. Another little perk I couldn't do without the berries help."

"But why were you growing them in the middle of the wasteland?" Dogmeat looked down, hefting her massive chest orbs in pensive thought. "And you weren't even big back there."

"That's cause we can change at will, silly!"

And just as suddenly, Ashi began to fall out of Dogmeat's view. The canine had to step back and lean a bit to watch her deflate in seconds. Muscles seemed to just shrivel up while curves straightened out to create a lot more slack back into those overalls. Ashi struck a pose looking back to her previously modest demeanor, with thin arms and a body rocking like an average female. Except, of course, breasts that still pushed out the front buttons of her overalls noticeably.

"See? It's as simple as wishing for it." Upon seeing the skewed face of over-exerted concentration on Dogmeat's face, Ashi quickly added, "But it's going to take a bit before you can do it. Sorry, I should have mentioned that sooner. That first transformation you were forced through is your body absorbing the berry's effects. It'll be a few hours before you finish adapting to it and can control the effects freely. No matter how many times I try modifying it, that's the one side effect that never seems to go away. Gets a bit troublesome in tight spaces. Anyway! Why not strut around and get used to your new, goddess self? A human on their best day could probably never reach this level of awesomeness!"

Dogmeat rolled her eyes but could not help dropping her bosom to give her own guns a flex. After processing, most, of that information dump the strain of muscles swelling in their stable state was feeling really good. She found she could even flex her rib muscles to make the massive amount of fat latched on ripple. "Clearly you've never seen the ugly green humans."

"Oh yeah! The scary 'super mutants' or whatever they like to be called. That was partly why I came here!" Ashi began to slowly rise into the air via some unseen force. Her body starting to weave and twirl about in some kind of boredom dance. At least she seemed to be doing this so Dogmeat would not have to talk to her hunched over with breasts on knees. "There's something around here they use called Forced Evolution Virus to make normal humans grow big too. I was cultivating those berries so I could try mixing the two together and see if it'd make us even more awesome!"

"But they didn't smell irradiated, though it was a bit strange smelling anyway."

"Thanks, but yeah. I haven't even found F.E.V. yet. Soon as I set up the farm everyone and their grandma has been coming by to try shooting me full of holes for shiny objects. Seriously, one of those raider groups had an old lady carrying a Gatling gun. How do you even begin to deal with that!?"

A loud shaking rumble cut Ashi off in her little rantings. Dogmeat had started laughing so hard they were coming out in sharp barks while one of her legs thumped the ground.

"Trust me," Dogmeat said once she had calmed down. "I have seen far stranger things in the wasteland, and don't like thinking about why they came to be."

"Fair enough!" Ashi giggled but soon fell into a serious slump. "Anyway, yeah. Things are so violent here I can't even go looking for the virus. Had to use all my powers just to set up barriers tricking humans and mutants into thinking there was nothing on my land. Apparently, I shouldn't have focused solely on them if any stray mutt could just waltz in and chow down. Uh...no offense."

"None taken!" Dogmeat reached down to poke Ashi very lightly on the nose with a finger almost as big as the mews legs. "I'm starting to rather enjoy this."

"Well glad to hear that. There are some friends back on my homeworld that would kill me if you went on some kind of wild mutant rampage. Actually, they still might hang me up by my tail when I show them you, but let's worry about that bridge when we get there. Okay?"

Dogmeat could only manage a swallow and half-hearted nod. After seeing just a sample of Ashi's almost casual god powers, the idea of her still afraid of something was unsettling. It was a reminder of a sad truth to the wasteland; there is always a bigger fish monster.

"So!" Ashi gave Dogmeat's boob a playful punch that barely registered at their relative sizes. "What's say we go back to my farm and gorge on some conventional produce. I bet you've never had real apples before. Not those packaged 'dandy boy' ones."

"That sounds interesting. I've never eaten any old world..."

A rapid tapping in the distance caused both girls to stiffen. Dogmeat's head whipped off towards the noises general direction, ears perked and alert. They were both resident to the wasteland long enough to know the sound of gunshots from anywhere.

"Raiders?" Ashi said after making sure an explosion was not coming from her farm.

"Mhmm!" Dogmeat growls softly, her ears flicked as all focus zeroed in on the sounds. "Four of them, only one in heavy armor. I can hear their footsteps. They're using semi-auto pistol fire and one rocket launcher. They got two dogs with them and...metal tearing sounds. They're shooting at houses! Oh crap! There's a settlement in that direction."

"Dogmeat WAIT!!" Ashi held out a hand in vain, her yells drowned out in the thunderous booms of Dogmeat's footsteps dashing across scorched landscape towards civilization. She pulled back to chew on her fingertips. "Ooooh, I hope this goes better than last time a goliath cut loose..."

What would constitute as a 'better' turn of events would really vary from person to person. For Dogmeat, even this raider attack just added to what was becoming one of the best days of her young life.