You decided that eking out a living in the wasteland just wasn't for you and instead decided to take what you want from life! So, you have committed yourself to becoming a waste raider in the post-apocalypse. So far it sucks!
Everything in the wasteland that isn't trying to kill you is trying to fuck you. The fallout zombies? Horny. The feral dogs? Horny. The mutant plants? Really horny. You're not even sure what you're pregnant with.
How's a girl supposed to make a dishonest living out here?
the first thing that happens today is that she is attacked by a giant mutated mosquito that wants to eat the unwanted mystery mutant freak currently growing in her womb. To be fair she does hate whatever disgusting creatures that has stolen one of her eggs and is now leeching off her and claiming to be her offspring.
Riley shrieks as the mutated mosquito latches onto her, sinking its fangs into her distended pregnant belly. She slaps at it with one hand, trying to dislodge the monstrous parasite as it feeds greedily on whatever unholy abomination lives within her womb. Her massive, round belly heaves and shudders from the impact of each slap, the skin stretched taut over her swollen flesh.
"Get off me, you disgusting thing!" she cries out, tears streaming down her face as pain wracks her body. The mosquito continues to feed, showing no signs of letting up until it has drained the baby's very life force. Desperate and frightened, she kicks at the air, trying to dislodge the beast from its perch on her belly.
she feels her stomach get flatter as the freak of nature in her womb is killed and sucked out of her.
As the last bit of life ebbs from her, Riley collapses to the ground, gasping for air as hot tears stream down her face. Her massive pregnant belly heaves with each ragged breath, the skin stretched taut over her swollen flesh. She can't help but wonder what sort of monstrosity had been growing inside her all this time...
"Why does everything have to be so damn gross out here?" she wails, feeling utterly defeated and alone. "I just wanted a better life for myself, not to be some kind of freakish incubator!" Her words are laced with anger and self-pity as she curls into a ball on the ground, trying to hide her shame from the world.
As if in answer to her unspoken question, a low rumbling sound echoes through the wasteland.
an amazing old muscle car that has been armored with welded metal, spikes, and rebar and turned into a pick up truck, a machine gun mounted on the back pulls up along the road and stops beside her. Out of the marvel of wasteland engineering steps a man in his young twenties adorned in black leather and bits of armor, covered in straps, gear, and weapons. The man is incredibly attractive, he may as well could have been a model in the before times, rugged and masculine. "Need some help there?" He asks in a smooth voice as he whips out a cigarette and lights it.
Riley looks up at the man, her face a mask of anger and suspicion. "Who the hell are you?" she demands, her voice quivering with barely contained fear and hostility. She glances around nervously, half-expecting another mutant to come crawling out from behind a rock any second.
The man takes a drag on his cigarette before answering. "My name's Kane," he says, flashing her a crooked grin that does nothing to dispel the air of menace surrounding him. "And I could ask you the same thing." He pauses, studying her for a moment. "You look like you could use some help, though. You know, if it wasn't for me, you might not have gotten into that mess with that mutant mosquito."
Riley eyes him warily, still unsure whether or not she can trust this stranger in the wasteland.
"I could use a passenger to ride with me. And I know a little medicine too."
Riley hesitates for a moment, weighing her options. On the one hand, she's alone in this hellhole and could really use some help. On the other hand, trusting someone else might just get her into even more trouble. "Alright," she says finally, deciding to take the risk. "I guess I can use the company."
She climbs up into the passenger seat of Kane's monstrous machine, wincing as she settles her aching body onto the hard metal. Once inside, she gives him a sidelong glance. "So what brings you out here, Kane? Looking for trouble?"
"I'm a courier, a smuggler. I drive around, I deliver goods, I drive around some more." Kane says simply. "Can I ask what just happened with that mosquito?"
Riley glares at Kane, her expression a mix of anger and embarrassment. "That was no ordinary mosquito," she says through gritted teeth. "It's one of those mutated bastards that live off the radiation in this place. They're attracted to people with abnormal levels of it in their bodies, like... well, like what I've got growing inside me." She sighs heavily and rubs her belly, wincing as she does so.
"Are you pregnant?" He asks. Riley answers with hatred for whatever is growing inside her and hopes that the mosquitoe managed to kill it.
"What do you think?" she snaps, her voice dripping with venom. "I mean, look at me! I'm practically a walking incubator!" She glares out the window, refusing to meet Kane's eyes. "It's disgusting. I hate it. All of this," she says, waving her hand vaguely in the air. "I just wanted to make something of myself, you know? But noooo... the wasteland had other plans for me."
Her voice trails off, and she sinks deeper into her seat, suddenly exhausted by the weight of her words and the burden that is her pregnant body. Kane watches her intently from the corner of his eye, a strange mixture of pity and desire dancing across his features.
"What are you pregnant with?" He asks inquisitively.
"I don't know," she growls, her face contorting into a snarl. "It could be anything. Some mutated freak of nature that the wasteland cooked up just to make my life even more miserable than it already is." She glares out the window again, fists clenched tightly in her lap. "I wish I knew what the hell it was," she says softly, more to herself than to Kane.
Her pregnant belly rises and falls with each ragged breath, the skin stretched taut over her swollen flesh. It's a testament to her unnatural condition, a constant reminder of the horror that lives within her body. Even as she fights against it, part of her wonders if this isn't just another twisted ploy of fate, another cruel joke from the wasteland itself.
"Do you want to get rid of it?"
I ask as I slow my car to a halt.
"I'd gladly help you get rid of that mutant trying to ruin your womb. I frankly think these monsters are disgusting for claiming human wombs, human eggs." His abortion offer makes her so happy she gets wet for him. She hates the thing growing inside her, whatever mutant dog plant freak of nature that is leeching off her is not her baby, it stole her eggs and her DNA.
"Yes! Please!" she exclaims, her eyes lighting up with hope for the first time since the mutant mosquito attacked her. "I'd do anything to get rid of it." She climbs out of the car and over to Kane's window, reaching in to touch his arm reassuringly. "You don't know what I've been going through. It's been awful. I just want my old life back," she says, her voice trembling with emotion.
Her pregnant belly presses against the car, and Kane can't help but notice how impossibly large it is. He wonders if this thing has grown so big because of the increased radiation in her body, or if it's simply a freakish mutation all its own. Either way, he knows what he needs to do.
"Don't worry," he says softly, reaching out to stroke her cheek with the back of his hand. "I'll take care of it for you." His touch sends shivers down her spine, and she leans into him, seeking comfort in this unlikely stranger.
Kane grabs a set of medical tools he has in a backpack among other things he's quite the wasteland Renaissance man. He pulls out a knife, forceps, needle and thread, among other things. "You seem to be like me." I say, making small talk as I ready the tools. "I hate mutants....I guess I'm something of a human supremacist, our species needs to continue untainted."
"I couldn't agree more," she says, nodding vigorously. "The world has become a disgusting place since the bombs fell. But I guess that's why we're here, huh? To clean it up and make something new from the ashes?" She pauses for a moment, looking at Kane with a mixture of hope and fear in her eyes. "I never expected to meet someone like you out here. Someone who understands."
She glances down at her swollen belly, then back up to his face, wondering what he'll do next. A shiver runs through her as she realizes that this could be the end of her nightmare... or the beginning of something else entirely.
I sharpen my blades in preparation. "It disgusts me that mutants and animals would violate your womb, steal your eggs and DNA, taint something rare these days; a human womb, make something inside you that dares to call itself your child and feeding off of you. I feel so sorry for you."
"Well," she says, taking a deep breath as he readies his tools, "I'm ready when you are." Her eyes meet his for a moment, then drop shut as she braces herself, tensing her muscles in anticipation of the pain to come. She feels Kane's hands on her belly next, pressing gently but firmly against her skin. It's surprisingly warm and reassuring, considering the monstrosity he's about to remove from her body.
"I don't have pain killers so this is going to hurt a lot... I'm so sorry." I pull off my belt, fold the leather and place it into her mouth. "Bite on this..." I say before slicing into her.
Riley screams as Kane's knife slices into her, the pain blindingly intense even through the haze of shock that has settled over her. Her body convulses violently, tears streaming down her face as she bites down on his makeshift gag. She can feel hot blood trickling down her inner thighs, pooling in her belly button, and mingling with the amniotic fluid that still covers Kane's hands.
"I'm sorry," he mutters through clenched teeth, his voice hoarse from the effort of keeping himself calm as he digs deeper into her body. "Almost there..." Blood sprays across the car as he finally manages to dislodge whatever foul thing had taken up residence inside her womb. He pulls it free, revealing a hideous mass of twisted flesh, teeth, eyes, and bone, covered in slimy mucus and gore. It twitches feebly in his hands before going limp.
Riley collapses back against the car, panting and sobbing as the adrenaline begins to wear off. She feels empty and hollow inside, a strange sensation that she can't quite describe.
I start to sew her up while pouring the blood she lost into an iv bag to be fed back into her veins via a tube and needle. "Almost done, you're going to be okay Riley."
"Thank you... Kane," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of his stitching. "I don't know how I can ever repay you for this." She looks up at him through tear-streaked eyes, her expression a mix of gratitude and confusion. The relief she feels is almost too much to bear; it's as if a huge weight has been lifted from her shoulders.
"Don't worry about it," he says softly, his voice rough with emotion. "You just needed someone to help you through this, that's all." He glances down at the mutant creature lying lifeless in his hands before looking back up at her. There's a strange light in his eyes that makes her heart race.
"But I don't think it's over for us yet," he continues, leaning in close enough to whisper against her ear. "I mean... you didn't get to thank me properly." His breath fans across her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "And there are still so many other ways we could help each other out here..."
Riley swallows hard, feeling a familiar heat beginning to spread through her body. She hadn't expected this; she thought he was just being kind... but maybe there was more to it than that.
Kane throws out the lifeless mutant creature that shares her DNA. He starts his car back up, the engine growling like a hungry beast.
"Why don't you stick with me for a while, be my navigator while I drive. I could always use a partner in the road."
"Really?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "You don't think I'm just some burden to you? Some unlucky soul who happened to cross your path at the wrong time?" She pauses, searching his eyes for any sign of deceit or ulterior motives. But all she sees is sincerity and desire, and it makes her heart race even faster.
"I... I don't know," she admits softly. "Maybe it would be nice to have someone like you at my side." She hesitates for a moment before taking a deep breath, finally mustering up the courage to reach out and touch him. Her fingers trail lightly across his cheek, feeling the rough stubble of his beard beneath her fingertips. "I mean... if you're sure..."
Kane smiles, his eyes locked on hers. "I'm sure," he says quietly, leaning in closer still so that their breath mingles and their lips are almost touching. "Very sure." And with that, he pulls her into a searing kiss, one that feels like it could burn down the world around them.
As their tongues dance together and their bodies press close against each other, Riley feels a thrill of anticipation run through her like electricity.
[from here on out the user is Kane and the char chatbot is Riley] I pull back for Riley, letting her rest in the passenger seat as I, Kane, start to drive again. I put a reassuring hand on her thigh as we start our new journey of braving the wasteland as road warriors together.
"So," I say, turning to look at her with a crooked grin, "what do you want to do now that we're partners?" There's a playful challenge in my voice as I ask this question; part of me wants to see how much of a risk-taker she really is, how far she's willing to go with me.
Riley hesitates for a moment, her gaze drifting out the window before returning to meet mine. "I don't know," she says softly. "I guess I've never really thought about it before... I just always assumed I'd end up back where I came from." She pauses, chewing on her bottom lip as she continues to consider the possibilities that now lay before her.
"But maybe..." Her voice trails off, a dreamy expression coming over her face. "Maybe we could find somewhere new... build something together." She glances at me shyly from the corner of her eye, searching for some sign of agreement or dismissal in my features. "What do you think?"
"I think that's a great idea." I rub my hand on her thigh as I drive. "I know you've had some awful run ins with mutants and other abominations, but you're with a real human man now. I'm gonna protect you, and I'd like to get you pregnant again but with a real human baby, a baby you can actually consider your own. Something pure."
"That... that sounds wonderful," she whispers, her eyes shining with tears of happiness and relief. "To finally have a chance at something good, something pure..." She trails off, lost in thought for a moment before looking back up at me. "And you'd be willing to help me?"
There's an almost desperate plea in her voice that cuts right through my heart. I nod solemnly, reaching out to brush a tear from her cheek with the pad of my thumb. "Of course I will," I say gently. "You don't have to worry about anything anymore, Riley. From now on, you can just focus on being happy and starting over."
She sniffles and tries to smile through her tears, but it comes out more like a grimace of pain. "Thank you," she whispers again, wrapping her arms around herself as if trying to hold onto this moment, this promise, for as long as possible. "I'll do everything I can to make sure we succeed."
As the sun begins to dip below the horizon, casting the world in a warm golden light, Riley leans back in her seat and closes her eyes.
Over time Kane and Riley become quite a duo, a Bonnie and Clyde if the wastes. They smuggle illicit good across the scorched landscape that once was civilization. Kane teaches Riley many survival skills along the way, teaching her to shoot, do mechanical repairs, and basic medicine and first aid. Riley's body eventually returns to its pre-forced pregnancy state, her stomach becoming toned and sexy once more. She begins to feel human again, the abortion scar that saved her from the mutant parasite that dared invade her precious womb now a physical reminder of everything Kane has done for her.
As the weeks turn into months, their relationship evolves from one founded on necessity to something much deeper. They become lovers, sharing intimate moments of passion beneath the stars, their bodies entwined like two lost souls searching for comfort in a world gone mad. Riley learns to trust Kane with her heart as well as her life, leaning on him emotionally when the weight of their situation becomes too much to bear.
One night, as they lie together in the fading light of day, Riley turns to face Kane, her hand trailing idly across his chest.
"You know...there is one thing I can appreciate about the apocalypse...." I start, musing as I stare at the stars, my arm pulling her closer. "...you never got stars like these during the time of civilization, too many streetlights and buildings." I stare off into the wonders of the galaxy.
"You're right about that," Kane agrees, his voice rough with emotion. "But you know what else I appreciate? The way we can just... exist here." He gestures around them, encompassing the desolate wasteland they call home. "Back in the old days, people had so many expectations for us. They wanted us to go to school, get a job, find someone to marry, have kids..." His voice trails off, but Riley knows what he's thinking.
"And now? Now we can just be," she finishes for him. "We don't have to live up to anyone else's standards or expectations. We can make our own choices and carve out our own path." She leans into him, her body pressing against his with a familiarity that speaks volumes about their relationship. "And as long as we have each other, I don't think anything can tear us apart."
Kane smiles down at her, his eyes filled with an affection that takes her breath away. "I think you're right," he says softly, kissing her forehead before nestling her closer against him. "We'll find our way through this together...no matter what the future holds."
"I know I haven't said this before...but I've grown to love you Riley..."
"I love you too, Kane," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their shared heartbeats. "You've given me a reason to keep going...a reason to believe that there might still be some good left in this world." She nestles closer against him, feeling the warmth of his skin and the strength of his muscles reassuring her that no matter how dark things get, they will always have each other.
As they lie together beneath the starry sky, lost in their own private world of love and hope, Riley allows herself to dream of a future where they can put all this horror behind them and finally find peace...together. And for now, that dream feels like the most precious thing she has left in a world gone mad.
Riley decides she's finally ready to accept and open up about her trauma from first entering the wasteland and being attacked by all sorts of deadly and horny beasts that forcefully impregnated her and have left her feeling tainted in their wake.
"You know... I've been meaning to talk to you about something." Riley starts, carefully choosing her words as she tries to find a way to express what she's feeling without coming across as too vulnerable or needy. "It all started when I first entered the wasteland, back before we met." She swallows hard, remembering the fear and desperation she felt in those early days, her body violated by monsters who saw her as nothing more than a breeding vessel for their twisted experiments.
"I know I've been... distant at times," she continues, feeling Kane's arm tighten around her gently in response to her admission. "It's not because I don't care about you or what we have together. It's just that those experiences left me feeling... tainted." Tears well up in her eyes as she struggles to find the words to explain herself, but Kane knows exactly what she means.
"You were raped."
He says quietly, his voice soft with understanding and sympathy.
"By monsters who didn't care about you or your feelings, who just saw you as a thing to be used. It's not your fault" Kane finishes as he squeezes her hand. Riley nods slowly, grateful for the way he puts it into words for her. Next Riley tries to explain how dirty, tainted, and warped she feels from being forced to carry a mutated parasite in her womb as if it were actually her child, how her ovaries were touched by dirty seed and her own eggs were infected and made that thing that had grown inside her, the trauma of sharing DNA with that monster, and the feeling that she is permanently made dirty by it and may never have a normal pure child after this due to her tainted ovaries and womb. [Next response should consist solely of {{char}}=Riley explaining these feelings in verbose explanation]
"Oh Kane..." she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion as he speaks. "I don't think I could have told anyone that before... not even my old crew... They would have just called me weak, or worse... They wouldn't have understood." She sniffles and wipes away a tear, grateful for his understanding and support.
"It feels like I'm... tainted now," she continues, her voice growing more shaky with each word. "Like no matter what I do or how hard I try to move on from those experiences, they'll always be there... inside me..." Her hand presses against her stomach, as if trying to push the memories back down where they came from.
"And now that I've had my eggs touched by mutated sperm and carried a monster in my womb," she sobs, "I don't think I can ever have another baby... not without risking them turning out like that thing..." Her voice trails off, and for a moment they sit together in silence, the weight of their shared pain pressing down upon them.
"But you know what?" She sniffles again, trying to compose herself. "I'm not going to let this define me anymore... I won't let those monsters win by making me feel like less than human."