Corpulent Cass and the Irradiated Sugar Bombs WIP Preview
WARNING THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN: Cass (Fallout) SSBBW Weight Gain and Sexual Content
Cass's efforts to revive her caravan fell apart the day she ran into a peculiar box of irradiated Sugar Bombs. As her weight skyrockets and her caps run low, she's forced to take on a new profession as a "specialized" escort.
The peace brought to the Mojave by the courier meant many things. Aside from making the wasteland slightly less dangerous, the end of the war brought a chance for the ones that helped create a more stable New Vegas to go out on their own. While some had merely done it out of revenge, a higher calling, or out of love, there was one who did it all for the sake of reviving a business she thought was long dead.
Sitting in a patient room at the New Vegas clinic, Cass couldn’t help thinking about her business. The red head still had her brimmed cap balanced on her head; something she had planned to make a trademark of her renewed Cassie Caravan. Caps hadn’t been an issue, evidenced by the new, leather coat on her shoulders going along with her red flannel shirt. Nor did she have an issue with getting her hands dirty as shown through the scuffs on her jeans or well-maintained shotgun. At the moment, the major reason her renewed business venture had come to a halt was all from the hungry rumbles coming from her stomach.
As the red head stared down at her rose pendant to try and get her mind off of her bizarre situation, Dr. Usanagi made her appearance. “I just got the test results in,” she said, trying to keep a straight face as her fingers tightly grasped her clipboard. “They’re…not good.”
“I could already tell you that,” Cass said, gesturing towards the sizable potbelly sticking out the front of her shirt. “Not like I could expect any different when I ate a box of irradiated Sugar Bombs.”
“The good news is that there is no immediate danger to your life,” the doctor explained. “If anything, your vitals are better than ever.”
“Great,” Cass said as she grasped at her extra belly fat. “I’ll be sure to get a hold as many of those radiation-filled pieces of crap as possible and sell them all across the wasteland. What’s the bad news?”
“Well, it looks like the majority of the effects have drastically altered your metabolism. Ergo why you’ve been having such intense food cravings.”
“Thank god I have the supplies to spare to keep up with them too,” Cass commented. “Any other poor bastard in the wasteland would be starving by now. So, do you have something that can counteract it?”
“Sorry, no.”
Cass let out an exasperated sigh. She knew what the answer would be, but part of her still held out hope for a more permanent solution. Taking a few seconds to stare down at her gut and see it jiggle in place, she eventually brought her gaze back to the doctor. “Is there anything I can do to at least keep this thing in control?”
“Radaway and Rad-X may take some of the cravings off,” the doctor explained. “Other than that, all I can say is that you’ll have to try and counteract the increased appetite with regular exercise and snacking on healthy foods.”
“Get plenty of exercise running the caravan,” Cass mentioned as she stood back up. “As for the latter, the wasteland doesn’t really give the privilege of choosing what I eat all the time.”
“It was just a suggestion,” Usanagi pointed out, barely flinching as her patient handed over a group of caps for the check-up. “Come back here in a few weeks and we’ll do another test. You never know what could happen.”
“Thanks doc,” Cass said, tipping her hat before she stepped back outside.
Waiting for the caravan owner were a number of her employees. The men and women armed to the teeth with weapons she had just bought, were currently busy tending to the Brahmin. Peeking around to make sure the packs were secure and everything was still in place, Cass made her way to her own, personal stash. Reaching inside, she helped herself to some jerky to take care of the rumbling sensation that had been plaguing her ever since she had stepped inside the clinic.
“Dammit,” she muttered to herself in-between bites. “And just as I was getting my business of the ground.”
As she continued to eat through the dried meat, Cass’s mind spread out to think of a solution. While the doctor had helped in the diagnosis, she highly doubted that any cure would come in time. The only person she could rely on these days was the courier. As much as she hated asking for favors, the lingering hunger in her stomach tried to tell her that it didn’t matter how low she had to stoop. All that mattered was that she would take care of her hunger.
Cass’s fierce chewing of her jerky demanded that she kept reaching into her pack for more. This lasted until her fingers looked around the pouch and only found lingering crumbs. Peeking onto the sack and seeing that she had completely emptied it out, she wiped her face clean with the back of her hand. Trying to ignore the lingering hunger still growling in her stomach, she tried to banish it with a glug of water from her canteen.
“Focus, Cass,” she muttered to herself before whistling to grab the attention of her employees. “Don’t worry about your body. What matters right now is the business. I can’t let the caravan down. Not after I put so much work into bringing it back.”