In the years following the apocalypse, humanity had emerged from the ashes and begun to rebuild what was once thought lost. Despite the persistent threat of raiders, savage mutants, and the ever-present surface radiation, they managed to replenish their numbers. By the year 2180, well over a century after the bombs fell, the population of humans in Massachusetts had surged. Doubling, tripling, even quadrupling the populace of the Commonwealth in just a few short generations.
 
 
This sudden boost in fertility shot the human race back to the forefront of dominance. They retook their ghoul infested cities, rebuilt their settlements, and pushed any remaining monstrosities to the edges of civilization. There was finally peace and prosperity, and everyone celebrated, and dined on smoked Brahmin and skewered Mutfruit.
 
 
Well, almost everyone.
 
 
"BOSS, WE'RE STARVING!" a pair of stretched, green lips shouted upwards. "WE HAVEN'T EATEN... IN DAYS!" Smashface pleaded to his Behemoth overlord as the great mountain of strained muscle sat hunched over on his makeshift throne. It was more like a heap of cars stacked to resemble an armchair. He pushed his shredded vocal cords to the limit and screamed once more. "MY BROTHERS... ARE WASTING AWAY!" he let his arms hang limply at his sides to illustrate the point. "THE FOOD HERE... IT'S SCRAWNY! ...ALL BONE!!!"
 
 
It wasn’t a lie; this sudden boom of humans had left all creatures fighting for scraps. Humans included. Any that they did manage to capture were often gaunt, little more than skeletal appetizers for a main course that would never come. Ignoring the smaller mutant at his feet, the behemoth shoved a lumpy hand to the rusted gibbet cage that hung off his back and forced open the bent rebar before carefully extracting its contents. A young woman, naked, slender, filthy, and half-covered in a dried layer of blood. Her name used to be Daisy, but now she was just “food.”
 
 
She weakly punched against his sinewy wrists and kicked helplessly against his grip, her exposed ribs flexing and chafing as her eyes darted down to the ground below her, then up to the rotting teeth and dented skull before her. Her lungs spasmed as she begged, "Please don’t eat me! Please please please please! I’ll do anything!" Her pleas became louder and faster as she was lifted farther off the ground.
 
 
Smashface pointed a gnarled finger at the dazed girl as the boss dangled her over his mouth, about to make her a light snack. "SHE IS SMALL… WEAK! IF YOU KEEP EATING LIKE HER… YOU WILL BE SMALL! YOU WILL BE WEAK!" That phrase managed to get through the thick skull and tiny ears of the giant. He snarled and clenched his teeth at the implied insult, then turned to look down at what else this future stain had to say. "WE ARE MUTANTS! WE NEED TO EAT… BIG! TO GET EVEN BIGGER!"
 
 
 
 
Flawless logic from a meathead named "Smashface," which the girl immediately picked up on as she saw her sole opportunity to try and outsmart her captors. "Wait, wait, you guys want big food, right? Big meat? Big humans?" she looked between the two, hoping they had heard her over the sounds of their own labored breathing. Continuing when she noticed both large furrowed brows pointed at her, "I know where to find some, I can show you! I swear on it!" She held her breath in silence, waiting for either idiot to start talking again.
 
 
Smashface spoke up first, not that the behemoth was much for words to begin with. "BIG… HUMANS? HOW BIG ARE… BIG HUMANS?" he posed the question with a hand poised under his chin, feigning deep thought. The girl barely had time to think before she was spilling out words faster than she knew what she was really saying.
 
 
“Huge humans! Humans covered in meat that falls right off the bone! Juicy! Tender! I would know, I used to live with them in Diamond City!” Her words began to blend together by the time she stopped to fill her lungs.
 
 
The behemoth parted its scarred mouth and let out a low rumble. It wasn’t for another few seconds that the beginnings of words began to form on its half-split tongue. “DAY… MAN… CI… TY…” Chipped and infected teeth created a toothy smile as his lips pulled apart, exposing his blackened gums to the gray sunlight. “BEEG… HU-MANZ… BEEG… MEAT!” The earth rumbled as he rose to his full height, towering over the camp, the scrawny girl held tightly in one fist. With a primal roar, he pounded his chest with his free hand, the sound echoing like thunder through the air.
 
 
Smashface stood beside the towering leader, pounding his massive fists together in agreement, his sunken eyes glowing with anticipation. The rest of the mutants, a ragtag assortment of towering figures and hulking masses, dropped what they were doing. Stomping their feet and readying their weapons, a makeshift collection of spears, clubs, and pipe rifles. ready to follow their lumbering leader into whatever chaos they came across as he marched out into the wastes.
 
 
***
 
 
“There, that big building there! There's a big gate out front. Lots of guards, but I know another way through,” the girl exclaimed, her voice tinged with urgency. Despite several brawny fingers uncomfortably wrapped around her waist, she managed to point out every twist and turn, every shortcut and street sign to avoid the most conflict. It had taken them half the day, and the sun now hung low in the sky, but the green walls of the Great Green Jewel were finally within sight.
 
 
No masters of stealth by any means, but they took the long way around to the backside of the city. "Right there, that's the way in. Just move that junk aside," she yelled out to grab the giant’s attention. Along the bottom edge of the solid metal wall was a patch that had seemed to have been rusted away by the passage of time; in its place was a single bookshelf. Not even secured by a single nail as it loosely covered the gaping passageway. Smashface took little time in demolishing it with a bludgeoning strike from his sledgehammer before they all stepped in.
 
 
 
 
“Remember our deal, alright?” she began, her voice shaky as the army of veiny green mutants made their way up and down the various corridors before reaching the outside stands. Peeking over the edge, all eyes were fixed on the bustling city in the center of the field. The sheet metal roofs laid atop cinder block walls, the billowing smoke from a dozen small industries, rows of farmland stretching out into the distance, and the pungent aroma of cooked meat wafting through the air.
 
 
But it wasn't the city's sights or smells that held their attention; what did was the teeming flocks of plump women that seemed to pervade every corner of the city. All in various stages of pregnancy and each carrying a fertile physique of plenty that astounded the natural order, with massive childbearing hips and meaty thighs that complimented their outrageously huge bosoms that so effortlessly raised their offspring on the rich milk that sprang forth from each of those ginormous teats.
 
 
As she watched them hungrily glare at the round, heavy bulges the mothers carried, a glistening sheen of sweat covered her skin even in the twilight, she cleared her throat, and whispered just loud enough to steal their gazes back. “Alright, I got you all here, the front gate is shut and locked for the night. Should be like shooting mole rats in a den.” She sighed and rested her elbows on the behemoth’s forearm, feeling the coarse, rough texture of his skin beneath her touch. “Can I go now? I’d rather not stick around for the fireworks.”
 
 
The enormous brute only chuckled, his breath reeking of decay as he raised her closer to his gaping maw. The girl's eyes widened in terror as she realized what was about to happen. “N-No! Let me go!” she screamed, “We had a deumph-” her voice muffled as the Behemoth's massive jaws closed around her, she felt his slimy tongue flicking over the length of her tiny, skinny body, before swallowing with a sickening lurch. “EAT… BEEG… HUMANZ!” he roared triumphantly, primal instincts driving him forward.
 
 
At that signal, the raiding party of brawny dimwits charged down the stands, whooping and hollering, their heavy footfalls kicking up dust as they crushed the stadium seating underfoot. The confused citizens below had only seconds to register the tide of green before they were set upon. A guardsman wearing a welded baseball helmet and modified leather chest piece fired back against the incoming horde as a terrified mass of expectant mothers waddled past him, only to be splattered against first base when Smashface tackled him into the ground.
 
 
Some tried to hide inside their homes, barricading the entrance while huddling in a dark corner under the stairs. Trying to keep as silent as possible, only to scream out when a knotted green knuckle bursted through the door, splintering wood and launching the furniture they had propped up across the room. Before three of the crook-faced barbarians rushed in to grab them, slinging them out over their shoulders as they kicked and yelled.
 
 
In the very center of the town square the behemoth made a sport of collecting those who had been forced to flee into the inner-city for fear of being captured. With thunderous steps, he chased down one unfortunate girl, her breathless sobs echoing through the air as she ran. With each stride, her breast wobbled within the confines of her stretched out shirt. Throwing an old fridge in her path he forced her to skid to a halt. Picking her up, he noticed her two jiggling orbs of fat that had grown to an absurd size, being larger than her own head. Not to mention the large baby belly that they would have been feeding.
 
 
He lifted her effortlessly, his massive hands tearing away her tight clothes to reveal her swollen breasts and bulging belly. With a swift motion, he plopped her head-first into his gaping maw, his lips tugging and grabbing at her pliable sides as he forced himself to take enormous swallows to wedge in the woman's huge, leaking breasts. He felt the vague squirming of her unborn children slide across his muscular tongue as his mouth stretched over her large pregnant middle. Before She slipped down his throat and fell into his gaping stomach.
 
“RUN MEATBAGS!” Turning around the drooling behemoth noticed Smashface chasing down another terrified group of fecund women “WE’LL CATCH YOU! WE ALWAYS DO!” he bellowed as he stomped after him. The women were heavy and sluggish, but the smaller mutant was slowed by his previous catch. Carried on his back, stripped, bound and gagged with tight rope were three more gravid broads. Each of their chests jiggled loud enough that even the boss heard the sounds of overlapping sloshing as the three pairs of engorged udders jostled and bounced violently around in front of his eyes.
 
 
Looking down to his own paltry stomach gurgling in jealousy, he grazed a beefy hand over his chiseled abs, barely distended, feeling the hidden struggles of the two he had devoured as they feebly kicked within. It was nowhere close to enough to satisfy his insatiable hunger, and so he veered off in search of more prey.
 
 
Suddenly, the sharp crack of gunfire pierced the air. His small eyes scanned the horizon, watching a hail of bullets as they whizzed through the air and jabbed into the greasy green flesh of a slobbering mutant hound. Howling in pain it tried to limp away before a lone shot from a laser musket dropped it to the ground. Standing at the top of the hill leading into the gateway entrance was a troop of soldiers. Each wearing a colonial uniform and each wearing a shaded tricorn hat, the minutemen had arrived.
 
 
Their general, a deeply pregnant, bottom-heavy young woman named Amelia, waddled forward, her round belly protruding out from her unbuttoned overcoat. With authority in her voice, she addressed the mutants gathered below. "Listen up, you disgusting lot!" she declared, one hand resting protectively on her enormously swollen abdomen as the other shouldered the musket. "You have two choices: surrender peacefully and face justice, or face the wrath of the minutemen!” She mumbled as she looked down at the dumbfounded faces below. “Although I doubt you dimwits even understand what surrender means, let alone have the brains to do it.”
 
 
As General Amelia spoke, the emerald goliath’s gaze fell upon her, his eyes narrowing with hunger as he noticed her ripe, fertile body. A low rumble emitted from his throat as he imagined sinking his teeth into her succulent flesh. Returning from around the corner, Smashface reappeared, lugging two more abundant mothers under each arm. Both were crudely hogtied and delicately bobbing near the ground as the puffing mutant caught a glimpse of the assembled militia.
 
 
“BOSS… WHAT DO WE DO?” smashface blurted out, him and the rest of the slack-jawed mutants looked up to their overgrown chief. They were obviously outgunned, outmanned, and outsmarted- especially the last one. “I DROPPED MY GUN TO CARRY MORE MEAT… WE ALL DID!” he continued, gesturing to his fellow mutants. They shifted uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact as they grappled with their captured women. Many of them dragged similar burdens of paunchy damsels in tight nets, others hoisted their hefty prizes over their shoulders, or out right carried them like Smashface did. But none held anything resembling a weapon.
 
 
"Listen up, you hideous green mutants," Amelia barked, her hand raised in a commanding gesture, prompting her troops to ready their weapons. "You've got until my arm starts to ache before I give the order to open fire." All at once the ends of their rifles zeroed in on the green giant. “Release the hostages, unless you’d like to end up as dinner for the radroaches.”
 
 
The deformed titan glared at her as she stood amongst rank, paying little heed to her shouts. Instead ogling at her generous hips and voluptuous thighs, threatening to burst at the seams of her sagging pants. She had a body that seemed to have no trouble at all rearing children, and the sight of her as well as whatever brats were cooking up in her swollen belly all but confirmed it.
 
 
Smashface noticed the behemoth’s lumpy stomach rumble, a puddle of drool forming at his massive clubbed feet. This scenario felt familiar; he had witnessed it before and knew what to do. “HARD TO THINK… ON EMPTY STOMACH,” he grunted, his voice gravelly and strained. With a deliberate motion, he raised his shoulder, bringing along one of the hamstrung beauties tethered between his calloused fingers. The unfortunate girl's suspended belly and hanging breasts gently swayed as she stared petrified at the giant. “YOU CAN HAVE… MINE! EAT, BOSS!” Smashface boomed, offering the captive woman's generous mounds to the behemoth.
 
 
Cupping the swell of her overhanging baby bump in a single grasping hand, the grotesque hulk lifted her tight little body. His hot, humid breath washed over her, she let out a terrified whimper. Just as his monstrous jaws began to open wide, a commanding voice pierced the tense air. “WAIT! STOP!” The general's hand flew to her chest, the other outstretched in front of her, but it was too late. The behemoth already had her head and torso halfway past his square-cut lips, engulfing her swollen breasts in a gulp and swirling her stuffed up udders around in his throat, slurping up the warm, gushing milk.
 
 
 
 
"Lower your weapons," Amelia commanded her troops, voice shaking with urgency. The confused minutemen hesitated at first, their rifles still trained on the mutants, but they quickly obeyed. Holstering their laser rifles, tommyguns and revolvers as the general took a wobbly step forward, addressing the suckling behemoth. "What are your demands?" she asked, almost desperately. "We can negotiate. Just let her go."
 
 
With a wet plop, the behemoth yoinked the girl’s head out of his mouth, leaving a long sticky strand of chunky saliva hanging between her panting lips and the giant's loose jowls. "DEE… MANZ…?" he mumbled, clearly confused. “SHE IS ASKING…” Smashface himself hesitated, pondering over what Amelia meant as he idly groped the other restrained mother, searching for a proper answer for his boss as she squirmed in his arms. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?” he finally spat out, his eyes shifting between the nervously tapping general and his warlord’s dumbstruck expression as the larger of the two became lost in simple thought.
 
 
“WANT…” the behemoth softly nibbled on one of the girl’s hard little nipples like ripe berries, letting her faintly whine as he leered at the general. focusing on the exposed swell of her extreme pregnancy. He noticed how she shifted its massive weight from one leg to the other, every movement accompanied by a gentle sway, shifting her bulging navel from left to right. With an eagerness to get that belly into his own, he put his dumb thoughts into words.
 
 
“WANT… YOU!”
 
 
The air went dead silent as the towering terror pointed a rigid paw at a wide-eyed Amelia and thundered out his demands.
 
 
YOU… COME," he rumbled again, his voice deep and gravelly. "NOW."
 
 
One of the minutemen soldiers, a young hot-headed recruit, scrambled to wind up his lazer musket in response to the insultingly direct command directed to his own general, only for Amelia herself to firmly push his half-charged barrel to the ground. “That's enough soldier, I’ll handle this.” she shuddered through shaky breaths. “But, general, it's too dangerous! We should attack now while we have the chance!" He argued through sputtering breaths.
 
 
Amelia turned to face him, her belly nearly knocking him over as she reached a hand to rest on his shoulder, trying to steady both herself and the young soldier. She took a deep breath, exhaling a puff of pent-up stress. “This is an extremely delicate situation.” she murmured, gesturing to the countless mothers behind the behemoth, all held in various states of peril. “I can’t risk escalating things further by acting rashly.” With a decisive nod, she swung herself around to address the rest of her gathered comrades. “Everybody stay put. Take no further action without my express word, no matter what.” She paused, scanning their grimacing faces for dissent. “Do I make myself clear?”
 
 
“y-YES GENERAL!” they all yelped out of unison, voices wavering.
 
 
***
 
 
Shuffling over as quickly as her portly legs could carry her, she stood under the shadow of the hulking green giant- fidgeting in place as his long moist tongue licked wide exaggerated circles around his moaning captive’s swooning belly. “Well, I’m here you ugly bastard.” She feigned confidence where her body language failed her, wrapping her small hands around her unborn children as they kicked in response to her adrenaline. “Why are you here? What do you want?”
 
 
Smashface spoke up, clearly the best spoken of his tribe “THE BOSS… WANTS BIG MEAT!” He gripped the tethered damsel between his muscular, veiny arms. Holding her firm, gestating belly-down, one hand gripped her heaving chest, squishing the cleavage that spilled between his fingers, the other propped up her thighs. He displayed her like an old fisherman would show off a prized catch. The expectant mother stared pleadingly at Amelia through runny mascara, attempting to scream for help behind her dirty molerat-leather gag. “Hlph! Hlph ms! Mer goym mu mete ms!” Her pleas were cut off by Smashface, who drowned out the soft sound of sobs with his barbaric demand. "YOU... ARE BIG MEAT! THE BOSS WANTS YOU."
 
 
Amelia's heart raced as she suddenly felt the eyes of the mutants greedily tracing the curves of her bulging belly and the softness of her immense tits jutting out in front of her like a ripe fruit begging to be plucked. The gentle sway of her hips and the heaviness of her breasts reminded her of just how tender and juicy she must appear to the mutants and to the titan looming over her. Like a tantalizing feast, ripe with life, her skin glowing with the promise of tender flesh and nourishing milk waiting to be devoured.
 
 
"You can't be serious," Amelia's voice trembled slightly as she spoke, her gaze shifting uneasily between the towering mutants surrounding her. "This isn't how negotiations work. You can't just demand to trade lives like they're mere commodities." Smashface's expression remained stoic, unmoved by her words. He grunted in response as he tightened his grip on the plump captive. The other mutants watched on as Amelia glanced back at her troops, their weapons lowered but guard up. With heavy heart, she took a wobbly step forward, closer to the behemoth and his minions. "Alright," she said, her voice unsteady, "Let her go. I'll... go with you”
 
 
***
 
 
The rest of the men couldn’t tell what was being said, General Amelia spoke so softly that they only heard the mutant’s side of the conversation, but from what words they heard through its coarse vocal cords they didn’t quite understand what was going on.“I think he's happy to meet her?” Muttered one soldier to his comrade, they especially didn’t understand what was going on when they saw their honored leader, the exalted general of the minutemen shed her signature overcoat and dropped it on the ground before her. Before peeling her snug fitted pants off and kicking them to the side.
 
 
Her overstretched panties clung tightly to her absurdly wide hips as her men stood and gawked, "What's happening?" one soldier whispered to another. Some exchanged bewildered glances, eyebrows raised in surprise, while others shifted uncomfortably. With the pull of a string
her overcrowded bra flew off, her sloshing breasts spilling down onto her stomach with a wet slap. "Is she...?" another soldier trailed off as she stuck her fingers into the elastic of her strained underwear and pushed down. Bending forward to squat, she stumbled to remove the garment without tumbling over her own pregnancy.
 
 
As the sun waned on the horizon they could see the glistening sheen of sweat covering her ridiculously wide hips and huge butt even in the dark of the night. It made her look all the more scrumptious, not that she wasn't plenty delicious looking already. That sweat would lubricate her meaty form far more than necessary.
 
 
She twirled in place, almost tauntingly before sauntering up to the behemoth, exaggerating a sway on her gyrating hips and running her fingers back through her lustrous black hair. Shifting its appetite from the tightly bound, virile girl crying limply as he continued to chew. Her reddened tits and sore nipples emptied between his gnawing teeth. Instead admiring Amelia’s full, swollen jugs that jiggled and sloshed with every step she took. “BEEG… MEAT…” Instantly he lost interest in the dried-up, sobbing toy that had kept himself preoccupied, haphazardly throwing her on the dusty ground where another mutant scooped her up, lifting her effortlessly and cradling her slimy, swollen middle possessively against his hulking chest.
 
 
"You… better remember our deal," she said, her words trembling slightly. "I want all of these women safe and sound." She hopped on the ogre’s outstretched hand as her butt and thighs overflowed over the edges of his palm. As she was lifted up she caught a glimpse of her soldier’s faces. Confusion, doubt and hesitation wondering why their general would willingly offer herself to the behemoth? Her gaze lowered, eyes widening as she stared down the outstretched maw of the behemoth, rows of jagged, yellowed teeth jutting out at odd angles, wedged with the rotten scraps of previous meals. The stench of its hot breath enveloped her quivering feet. As the mutant's arm jerked to a sudden halt above his head, her huge, brimming tits that rested atop her quivering belly jiggled in exaggerated motion before slowly swaying to a stop.
 
 
“Well... Bon appeti-anh~!” She yelped as she began to feel herself sliding, before she knew it she was plopped into the behemoth’s mouth, feet and calves almost instantly being sucked down while her absurdly wide fertile hips got stuck in his throat, "Hah… *huff* can't… *puff* can’t take it all in, can you?" Amelia panted as she felt the ring of muscle around her spasm and gag. "Come on… you oversized brute, *anh~* at least make an effort!" leaning to and fro she tried her best to wedge herself deeper as the lips slowly creeped up her bottom, before both cheeks were finally squeezed in. The mutant’s teeth crept up her belly, its maw kneading her soft, doughy flesh. Soon, all of her beautifully large gut began entering his. His rubbery lips made their way over the big, wide, beautiful belly. He took his time with it, lavishing it with deep licks, slow swallows, wanting to savor the beautiful, baby-filled dome that he stretched its jaw considerably to swallow the young woman’s swollen stomach, licking the spherical shape in its entirety.
 
 
His tongue slithered over her puffy hardening nipples, savoring the fine size and bounciness of the mounds. Tickling the leaking tips when the gushing boobs flooded the warm, moist confines of its jaws. Her enormously knocked up, feminine body was discernible through the behemoth’s malleable neck as it snugly conformed around her. Rounded swellings in its skin showed the shape of her soft legs followed by her meaty ass. A huge, distended bulge outlined her firm belly and her huge breasts made a couple of bumps. Finally, they could see her arms and head, slowly slipping farther down his tight throat. Disappearing into the torso and then reappearing as a womanly-shaped bulge in the belly of the giant.
 
 
With a resounding belch that echoed across the ruins of Diamond City, the behemoth patted his bulging stomach, pudgy and full of delicious, filling meat. As the organ's walls massaged and tried to soften up the woman's meaty body as best it could, her face slightly pressed up against the stomach walls- not that you could really see any defining features. The overgrown freak of nature relished feeling Amelia and her plump little womb nestled inside, feeling over her belly squirming within his. He turned to Smashface, a triumphant grin stretching across his grotesque face. "BOSS… EAT BEEG." His voice carried through the deserted, bloodied streets. "BOSS… STRONG!"
 
 
Their general had ordered them to take no action, no matter what. But she was currently packed tight inside the enemy's stewing gut, separated by a thick wall of gurgling muscle. “She did have a plan, right?” The militia watched in silence, their discipline overriding their better instincts to intervene as the tribe of super mutants began to collect all of their womanly meals. Hard, green muscle clutched soft, supple curves and taut tums as they took their leave. The ensnared mothers pleaded and begged, heavy bellies and seeping tits jiggling over hoisted green shoulders and swaying under tight green arms, but the minutemen could only hang their heads. One especially beautiful maiden cried out, her white, outstretched arms raised high above her pretty face and tightly bound around the back of one mutant’s rigid neck, while her splayed legs wrapped behind his tapered waist.
 
 
“Please, you have to do something!” Tears streamed down her cheeks, her voice cracking while her creamy orbs and vast, pale belly rippled outward with every heavy stomp of her captor’s blistered feet. “Don't let them take us! They're going to... to...”
 
 
The Minutemen exchanged troubled glances but remained rooted in place, "I'm sorry, ma'am. We all want to help, but the general's orders are clear. We can't intervene."
 
 
"We’re… We're not just livestock to be herded and slaughtered!" she whimpered out with desperation. "We're wives, mothers, daughters, sisters! We're not just... we're not... please, please!" She continued hysterically, becoming more anxious and distraught as the horrified men merely watched her pass from view. Her cries were left unheard, at least until the annoyed greenskin finally cut her off: “QUIET, MEAT DOESN’T TALK.”
 
 
And as quickly as they had attacked, the mutants were gone. Parading right past them on their way out of the depopulated ruins of Diamond City like they weren't even there, back into the treacherous wastelands from whence they came. Each of them burdened with as many child-filled tummies as their sinewy legs could handle, carried away like prizes of war. The last the minutemen saw of them before they were gone for good was the bloated behemoth, stealing back his bruised chew toy as well as another helpless mare. Pressing their rosy bellies against each other like a big pregnant sandwich, the women only had a moment to squeak in surprise before they were greeted with the warm, hot, and slick insides of the hungry behemoth. Flailing legs nibbled and chewed all the way down until they completely slid down his throat, joining the writhing lumps of fecund meat below.
 
 
***
Amelia grimaced as she was forcefully squeezed, her face squishing up against her own overly large bosom to the point where she thought she would suffocate by her own obscene breasts. Try as she might, she couldn't find any extra space to move her arms or legs. It was as if she were in some fleshy cage of sorts, a convulsing prison that squeezed her even more with each attempt to move. She was pushed up rather tightly against the frames of the other naked women, a scrawny girl, barely conscious, and another heavily gravid mother. All of them were coated in stomach juices as more of it slid down the walls.
 
 
Her voice quaked in the darkness, barely a whisper over the noise of muffled cries and shifting bodies. "Is... is anyone hurt? Can anyone hear me?" Before she could get any kind of answer two more shapely mothers to be slid on top of them with a squelch. Their oversized, squirming, pregnant bellies mashed down on them as they gasped and struggled. “Ugn! No… No! He's eating them! He wasn’t supposed to do that!” Amelia pounded on the stomach walls, only for the smooth muscle to barely yield. Pressing her face up against the layer of flesh, she screamed, "Minutemen! If you can hear me, please, we need your help! We can't last in here much longer!" Her voice faintly echoed, sound bouncing off the slick walls of the gurgling stomach.
 
 
The muscular walls around them pulsated and throbbed, softly kneading over them, the air became thin as she was pressed on all sides, "Ngh~ too tight-Anh!" the girls whimpered and groaned as they were pushed together, squashed tightly with the plump bellies of the other women in the ridiculously large, bloated gut as it began churning over them. It felt like their bodies were in a vice as every girl began to be smooshed under each other’s curves. "Guhh!! Its trying to crush uuus!~" came another moan, lurching as the stomach tried to reposition the knocked up bodies more comfortably. Viscous fluids lapped at their smooth skin, digestive noises bubbled throughout. Bit by bit, the fecund women were being kneaded and churned over by the stomach as hot gastric juices steadily rose higher and higher. It was clear the organ was beginning to digest them away
 
 
***
 
As the cold, cloudy night settled over the wasteland, the gathered minutemen finally dispersed, breaking rank to somberly assess the damage. The city lay in complete ruin, with shattered wood and crumpled metal houses broken into and trashed. The bloodied remains of ripped flesh and fractured bones were scattered about, each festering puddle marking the spot where a few foolish men had tried to fight back against the green tide, only to be broken under the crushing weight of a sledgehammer. All around the city, countless scraps of stretched and tattered maternal clothing fluttered in the breeze. Mere hours ago this had been the "Great Green Jewel" of the Commonwealth, a beacon of hope where people sought refuge from the horrors of the wasteland. This city was once teeming with expectant mothers, each belly carrying the promise of a future generation… Now, it was nothing but a ghost town.
 
Kneeling to the ground, a lone rifleman slowly took the leather hat from his head and held it to his chest. There on the dust-covered ground, between an overstretched pair of unbuttoned pants and the worn-out elastic of lacy underwear, was the signature overcoat of the general. The lightly armored chest still damp with what few beads of her milk had seeped out. She was gone, caught and devoured along with the rest. He could imagine her still swaying in its cramped innards, her babies kicking wildly as the behemoth and his troop entered their ramshackle camp once more. Among them the pregnant captives they had acquired from their raid, their fertile, rounded bellies and hefty bosoms bobbing as they were carried in by the mutants.
 
 
He envisioned the giant’s engorged stomach, full to the brim with so much pregnant girlmeat, an offending bulge of grievous proportion. Growling and gurgling, becoming tighter and tighter. The steaming heap of flesh: thick hips, compressed bellies, squished breasts, and moaning faces becoming more and more distinguished as the distended organ became smaller and more compact. All of their hot, wet, glistening bodies uncomfortably sliding and pressing against each other, each clutching their taut tummies as they all inevitably screamed out… Until finally… He could no longer bear to think of them.
 
 
Taking one last look at the place where she had stood, he mournfully walked away to join the others. Leaving the dead city behind as they stepped out of the ballpark, back into the monster-infested Commonwealth those mothers had tried so hard to escape.
 
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"BEEG… MEAT!" The behemoth stood from his scrap metal throne, his deep voice rumbling through the camp. "WE… EAT! WE GROW… STRONG!" Standing beside the behemoth, Smashface howled in agreement. "YES, BOSS! BIG MEAT MAKES US BIGGER, STRONGER!" The mutants around them cheered and hollered, their rough fingers grazing the soft skin of the frightened women's breasts and bellies, their muscular jaws watering. “TO-MO-ROW... WE FIND… MORE BEEG MEAT!" His hungry gaze lingered on the captive women, laid bound and helpless in droves before the mutants. Round, swollen bellies looking like pale moons in the flickering firelight. "MORE BEEG MEAT... MORE… POWER!"