So, on my usual walk through the wastelands to find any food as you do, I suddenly feel a small pinch somewhere on my chest! Before I can even look though, a rather large brahmin jumps out and declares rather triumphantly.

"Haha! Congratulations on being our seventh balloon today mister deathclaw! You have now become a cuddly, fat blimp at the hooves of..."

"Sister, he's so huge! Are you sure we haven't gotten this one before?"

"Umm, wait... no i'm sure we haven't I don't recognize that face."

"Oh, ok, continue then!"

"Anyway, despair and wobble with fear deathclaw! For you have now become a cuddly, fat blimp at the hands of the deathclaw rounderers!"

"I thought we were the blimping bovines?"

"I thought about it, since we're just going after deathclaws being called the blimping bovines makes it sound like we're the large ones."

Soon, my belly starts to groan and swell with the rest of me starting to bloat at a rather alarming rate, before I can even ask what's going on i'm sitting atop my own belly with my paws far above the ground and growing larger by the moment!

"Oh wow, he's getting massive! I don't think we thought about how big they'll get if they're already fat...

"Well, guess that means we've done a good job here! Another deathclaw safely incapacitated and turned from the path of evil into being safe, soft and huggable!

They walk up, one sister admiring her work while the other gives my still growing belly a pat

"Don't worry mister deathclaw, it'll stop soon! Though uh... you may want to get used to this for awhile. Usually we don't make you THIS large and we try to keep you mobile but slow but now... err, good luck!"

The two jaunt away victoriously as I sit here, trying figure out when, if, I can move again... can I get a hand into town please?




Deathclaws are owned by Bethesda Studios, the blimped and bloated one here is mine.