The vault dweller known as Naomi Barton quietly travels along the surface, the oddly lush greenery along the sandy path serving as a reassuring backdrop to her way to a decent civilization of… well, more people who are somehow surviving the wasteland WITHOUT resorting to cannibalism.

Naomi slowly walks along the path, humming to herself as she looks down, a had running over the bottom of her hefty belly, gently gripping it as her fingers sink into it. Her thighs jiggle along with her chest as she walks forth. She softly murmurs to herself…

“I really thought that mutation serum would make me much bigger and stronger…”

She looks around for a moment, humming sheepishly.

“I didn’t think it would come with this kind of… bigness.”

She mumbles, holding up her belly with a decent bit of effort before she continues walking, her big thighs occasionally bumping into her belly.