A few weeks after arriving in Westside I noticed I wasn't losing any weight, though I will admit I was still eating well i'd would have thought that the bloat dart would have worn off by now, even a bit. This was starting to worry me.

"Try the followers, they're sciency enough to help, I bet." one of the locals there told me after I brought it up to them as they washed away some of the graffiti still on me. "They got themselves a clinic just around the corner and down the way."

And so, with a few goodbyes and some fences reorganized to let me out, I made for this clinic. It wasn't far and I made it there, arriving the next day just as they started to open. It was a bit of a rocky start as the first few moments was spent trying to calm them down and convince them that i'm not there to knock the place over and eat them, but they eventually came around and with a bit of explaining, told them just what was going on. "While we have very little experience with deathclaws, we'd be happy to help any way we can!" the head member there chirped as he wheeled out a small table and tray full of what I can only assume to be medical equipment, never been to a doctor before...

A few syringes, attempted scale samples, and various other tests later, they come to me and say that while progress is moving on my situation, their clinic is not equipped to handle individuals of my, as they put it, "Generous width" so they were going to dispatch one of their members to go with me to a outpost a bit further away where they are more suited to someone of my heft. It wasn't long before I met this doctor, a older looking golden gecko who, while a bit nervous, was plenty kind to me during everything along the way so far.

So once again I set out, doctor beside me at first but after the first day and how we barely made it past the gun runner's booth it was obvious it was going to take a bit. She said that she'll be fine for the rest of the short walk and would meet up with me at the outpost ahead to get things ready and went on her way. By the next day I arrive to this outpost, situated at a rail switching and cargo hub just at the city boarders with the doctor there with a few others, beckoning me from the dispatch tower over to some pads on the rails. "There you are! Everything is ready so let's get started!"

They make me stand on this large weight pad for trains there and, while they didn't say much, the white face of the tech beside the doctor as he quietly mouthed something wasn't a good sign to me but they quickly moved on before I could ask much. Next up, with a lab set up in a box car next to me, they monitor my feeding using this large container by the rails filled with things like mutfruit, razorgrain, and I think even a few pinon nuts, it was like a whole silo of trail mix! I didn't ponder on how they got so much food like that too much though as whoever this group was seemed connected enough to pull that off rather easily.

This continues for a couple of weeks before the day finally arrives, I'm sitting out on one of the few rail cars I've found to not immediately collapse under me as the sun begins to rise again and I wait for the next feeding. But as the doctor approaches, she seems different today with her stack of papers in her hand and none of the usual assistants around.
The gecko soon finds her way over and hefts herself onto the train car with a bit of difficulty, using my tail to help herself up.

"Well Luorca, we've finished our tests and..." She hesitates for a bit and I take the chance to interrupt, a bit excited to hear the news now.

"Ah, good! So ya'll know how much longer before this stuff wears off?"

"About that..." She says, seemingly trying to find the words as her eyes dart off to the horizon for a bit before returning to me "We've seen this kind of bloat before, it's not too common but word has gone around for some time about a "deathclaw immobilizer mix" that, when used, bloats deathclaws like you to ridiculous proportions. But, err, not to this extent. Right now you're probably the largest and heaviest deathclaw to exist on record."

I blush a bit at this, I knew I was massive but to be the fattest deathclaw ever? Surely not... right?

She continues, "But here's the thing, the deathclaw immobilizer usually only lasts a week with your naturally heightened metabolism taking care of it rather handily, this is what we've been looking at lately. Through some blood tests and a even closer look, we've found out that it's affected your very DNA to not only accept the fat brought on by the mix, but now instead of using it, to maintain it in a much more aggressive fashion to the point it's almost considered a essential part of your biology."

I stare down to her, a bit confused at what all that really means. "So, like, it's... better?"

She shakes her head "I'm afraid not, more like... it's there forever as a base."

Ahh heck, guess i'm in it for the long haul now.

"But don't worry, it hasn't affected anything else about your natural abilities and biology as besides your size, you're a healthy deathclaw. You can still gain and lose weight as normal it's just that you won't be able to lose the fat brought on from the deathclaw immobilizer which explains the small amount of weight you did lose for the first few days there."

"So, it's over? I'm not gonna bloat up again all of a sudden, am I?" The gecko shakes her head "It's done on that front so you can get back to your everyday routine without that worry." I give a nod and a bit of a sigh "Thanks, doc" and she gives a quiet nod in return before hopping off the train car "You're welcome to stay here for a bit longer if needed and, if you're willing, we'd like to run a few more tests on you to better understand everything going on here today." I perk up, getting free lodging and food at a time like this? Sounds good to me! "Yeah, i'd like that, doc!" and she scribbles something down on the page before her.

"Good! I'll tell the supervisor about this, and rest up, our next test involves some exercise." and with that, she climbs the dispatcher's tower again and disappears inside.

Hoo boy, what am I gonna tell the tribe if I go back now?

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A little continuation and finale to this rather impromptu series of deathclaw lu getting rather fat rather quickly and permanently! Didn't set out to make a mini story out of the last picture with the deathclaw roundening brahmin but it was fun none the less! Expect a ref of his new size soon!


Fallout new vegas, deathclaws, and golden geckos belong to bethesda studios, the now forever blubbery ball of deathclaw is mine.