— Prompt:

Against the bright blooming skies of the desert sun, there a woman named Senshara, endured a long and perilous journey from California to the Mojave. Her journeys within the wasteland was a harsh and unforgiving place, where danger lurked around every corner. It wasn’t exactly hard for a woman of her caliber but that didn’t mean it was all sunshine and roses either.

Of course, Sen had encountered many challenges along the way, from vicious raider gangs trying to extort her as such was commonplace under the lands beneath the flag of the bear; The New California Republic. Despite the danger she persevered, even if she found herself more often than not using her thick, often pregnancy laden frame to her advantage.

Back Montana ways within Vault 33, Senshara had been born and raised there. It’s grand experiment being that the population was carefully selected for their fertility and reproductive abilities. Senshara herself easily had the unique ability to conceive triplets with ease, a trait highly valued in the vault. In her time there she increasingly began to feel not only suffocated the restrictions of the vault. She longed to see the outside world and experience all that it had to offer.

It was a difficult decision, as she knew she would be leaving behind her own children, whose father had died in an accident. Fortunately Senshara’s mother was still alive and kicking. For the longest time however it was just the two of them, and knowing her mother Rose would raise her own children right. Plus Sen knew Vault 33’s community was tight, and they’d help her mother out if she had any troubles.

Her voice was made. On the day of her departure way back when, Senshara shared a heartfelt goodbye with her mother and her children. She promised to return one day, but couldn't resist the urge to see what the world had to offer. From then on it’s been about four years since she left the vault, travelling across the wasteland to explore what was really out here. But out here within the wasteland, Senshara quickly learned that her fertility was both a blessing and a curse.

As she ventured out, she encountered came to knew the many faces that inhabited this vast and dangerous wasteland. A kind and generous merchant who gave her supplies and advice, another being a doctor who treated her injuries and taught her about medicine. Then for a stretch too she travelled with a caravan with a old prospector who just wanted to see his family’s ranch one last time.

It was right about around the times she stepped foot within the lands of the NCR that she began to notice changes in her body. Probably didn’t help she was the forgetful sort to take her anti-radiation medicine when rad-storms or otherwise reared their heads. With Senshara’s exceptional fertility, combined with exposure to the harsh radiation of the wasteland, caused her figure to mutate in unpredictable ways.

Despite already being quite lovely and plush all around. Sen’s hips broadened making labor easier, those humble voluptuously globes she kept upon her figure grew larger and her curves became more pronounced. What was most unexpected was what happened within her core, hidden by her chubby tummy. Senshara’s timer had seemingly shortened in a way, her pregnancies coming by a lot faster and really… bigger.

In a land ravaged by a great nuclear war, there were no shops or boutiques where she could find clothes that fit her well. She had to make do with what she could find, which was often too tight or too loose. But as she learned to embrace her new form, she discovered that it gave her a newfound power over those around her. Men were drawn to her like moths to a flame, and even some women found themselves unable to resist her charms.

Luckily Sen always had an over active mind, one where she made her lustful fantasies become reality. Sucking a old man’s cock within an alley while her heavy pregnancy hung low, breasts spilling out on either sides. To even letting a porno studio back in New Reno shoot a tape of a brutish super mutant pounding her backdoor while she gave birth, such lovely memories~

Senshara’s story cumulated back to this very path before the Mojave Outpost! It was a bustling hub of activity in the heart of the wasteland. Hundreds of people were coming and going, all with their own stories and struggles where of course she got plenty of eyes. Furthermore the Mojave Outpost was a vital link between the various settlements and factions in the region, and as such, it was a hotbed of activity.

Struck by the chaotic and busy nature of the place. Traders haggled over prices, mercenaries brawled in the streets, and desperate refugees pleaded for help. Bit packed full but she didn’t care, not after landing the sweet gig. Back in New California within Summervale, she had been approached to deliever a seemingly ordinary casino chip to New Vegas. Daunting at first, but the pay check more than made up after she made the realization how far she’d have to travel.

The looks given to her while she made her way through turned this mommy on. Wearing little else but short heeled boots, followed by the lovely fishnet spagheti strap that hugged her thighs up past her childbearing hips, love handles and taut pregnant belly but leaving the area around her bosom ripped, causing her swollen breasts to spill out. She wore more of course, belts, her pip-boy, a tee that draped over the sea of cleavage that was her massive tits.

But between her leg’s in that massive jungle that was her bush Sen wore a simple thong, one that left very little to the imagination but still allowed this mommy passage without being arrested. While it didn’t cover that extremely puffy backdoor, it did pad back her plump lipped pussy. A few daring men slapped her juicy ass, another coped a feel and surprisingly she was let through the line to the immigration check out… only after she got her ass slapped twelve times.

Being the boring work it was Senshara had to endure the necessary paperwork and security checks before she was allowed to enter the Mojave. She didn’t even bother to write any extended family as by now surely she had dozens of children, all whom went to loving homes such as Brahmin Barons wanting strong suns, barren mothers, and plenty else.

After finally passing the immigration security checks and a few more looks by NCR officers, and some men who gave her trouble she found herself at what she thought was the ‘town center’ if it could even be called that. Standing off in the distance were two massive statues which the brochure she snagged read something about a treaty.

Taking a breath to collect herself she free to explore, the chance to see what else this kilometer stretch that was the Mojave Outpost had to offer… or continue her journey and leave it behind to finally explore what the Mojave itself and whatever fun journeys she’d have there. A smile plastered on her painted pink pillowy lips, this pregnant bimbo started to walk.

— OOC Story Info & Me c:

Hiya, hope you enjoyed reading that as I did reading that! Definitely a whole lot but I hope it gives an adequate background of who Senshara is, her goals and the world around her. Her SPECIAL stats are 2 4 7 9 5 6 if that matters and if you want I can definitely play her as a futa with the extra fun bits! I’m namely looking for a DM who can see me through all sorts of scenes, like a lewd playthrough of DnD!

Happy to chat kinks and limits and mine will be at the bottom. So feel free to contact me through Reddit Chat, PM’s or elsewhere. If you don’t have the Karma requirement place down a comment, and I’ll get a notification on my phone to search you up even if your comment itself gets deleted right after. Can’t wait to hear from you~

I also don’t play mother like characters and pregnancy is more of a lewd/story aspect I play out since I adore well the kink in of itself with everything that comes with. The raging hormones, bodily changes, lactation and of course birth. Just letting you know as I won’t do incest to begin with since I’m a bit uncomfortable but later on in the story if it makes sense and we hit it off on a OOC level, I might do it!

Another aspect I want to involve is the whole dangerous aspect of what would come from the Wasteland. I enjoy being threatened, coerced, blackmailed, etc and I really love giving away my consent to dig myself further into a corner. So if you like sexist worlds, sadism, want the world to be very male dominated then do it! I’ll be in love~

I typically write two paragraphs and in third person. I don't expect you to write as much as I did was it was a backstory and prompt to get us started! Just saying as I don't want to scare peeps away thinking they have to write as much lmao.

Bad ends, Snuff, all the darker themed kinks like that are encouraged! We can have a check point or a save/load feature within our roleplay to capitalize on it, or we can say that the mutations that hit Senshara allows her to regenerate and come back to life after each bad end~ We can space them out but if you really enjoy them, I’d actually be happy to write them back to back within our scenes no matter the context!

— List of Kinks & Limits

Here's some kinks I enjoy - Anal Sex/Pounding | Deepthroating | Breath-Play | Cumflation & Cumplay | Exhibitionism | Wardrobe-Malfuntions | Hair |Toy-Training |Fisting | Double-Penetration | Gangbangs | Rimming(Giving) | Branding | Large & Small Cocks | Titjobs | Large-Insertions | Bdsm | Drug-abuse | Squirting | Watersports | High-heels | Sexism & Misogyny | CNC/Rape | Hanging Bdsm | Needleplay | Pregnancy | Lactation | Birth | Egg-laying | Tattoos | Branding | Drug & Alcohol Abuse | Abortions | Beastiality | Fuck-Machines |Sounding| Knotting | Bad-Ends | Snuff | Genital Torture | Biting | Insects | Doclett | Unique ways of Execution|etc & ask!

Some kinks I don't enjoy - Scat | Food-vomit