Pop's Peppy Pop (Patreon)

It was the big day. Pop  finally was allowed to leave the vault he had grown up in and finally explore the wasteland to bring back resources and help keep his people alive and well. he got on his Vault-suit, a near skin-tight blue leather suit with yellow stripes running down his arms , legs and torso and wrapping around his waist.  To his shame , he did have a bit of a pudgy gut which couldn’t be hidden within such clothes. Part of it was his bubble dragon physiology One too many sweet rolls and Nuka colas at lunch here and there.  He had gone through a good few weeks of training on how best to avoid or deal with the dangers and passed the checks so the belly wasn’t enough to stop him going out. With all the walking he was going to be doing around the wasteland , he was gonna work off all the fat anyways.

He walked out of his room to start the walk to the vault door. Pop  had many a look from the others. The bubble dragon was…rather infamous around the vault for being accident prone. Falling over nothing, dropping glasses causing them to break, and in general often being a doofus. Fortunately for him , the restrictions were fairly light for those sent out to the Mohave wastes. Most gave him a look of uncertainty but none stopped him. They couldn't dare break the smile on his lips he had thinking of helping his people. His heart was definitely in the right place, even if his mind wasn't.  Before he could leave he was met by the overseer at the door.

"Ah Pop . Heading out on your first expedition?  Excellent. I'm sure you are going to be an amazing help in securing what we need. Today's goal is drinks. The water supply is fine but the dwellers can get a little more antsy if they don't have something sweet. There's plenty of nuka cola and sunset sarsaparilla in the town, those are good to target especially for the caps. We have  marked the town for you on your Pip Boy., Get as much as you can hold and it will be a great first day for you. “The overseer requested.

“Yes sir! I'll get all that I find and bring it back!” Pop  said proudly , wanting to prove that he wasn't just a Buffoon. He knew what people thought of him but he was going to prove them wrong by bringing back all the favourites. Maybe even snag a rare nuka cola quantum , a prize catch thanks to its unique flavour. He knew he would bring back something one of a kind. Something…incredible.

Gearing up with a backpack and some basic equipment, he set out to the wastes. It was a fair distance to the nearest town, but it was all fairly flat and rarely dangerous thanks to the steep cliffs either side of the paths that kept out the mutated creatures , raiders and psychopathic LARPers. He only had the brutal Nevada sun to deal with. He almost wished for a nuclear winter. Still, he pressed on, seeing the taller buildings of the city in the distance which gave him all the drive he needed to keep striving onwards.

The town was a small one, nothing major when it came to landmarks or the like. It did have one very important thing however. A small nuka cola bottling plant which was the target of many salvage operations. Other more tech savvy dwellers had come by to take the equipment needed to create and bottle the soda , and were in the process of learning how it all worked . Until then, they had to take the cola they could get their hands on. However the supply was dwindling more and more.  

Pop  entered the building and smiled as he began his first search. He went room to room, rifling through desks, bins and all sorts for bottles. He found a coupe here and there , along with a surprising amount of the competitors' drinks. All he picked up and rested into his backpack with a little scrap paper to make sure the bottles didn't shatter against each other. Normal nuka colas along with a couple of nuka cola cherries. However Pop  knew he wouldn't be happy with the basic lot. He wanted something special. That's when he spotted  a lab. The door seemed rusted, but with enough shoving it opened.

His search was rewarded by a six pack of blue nuka cola. It didn't glow however. Pop  walked over and picked one up. "Nuka cola, Blueberry Berry Bomb… huh, never seen one of these before." He mumbled out. Without reading a further word , he began to pick them up and slide them into his bag. However as he held the last one he stopped. "I am…awfully thirsty. And I wouldn't want to bring bad cola back to the vault. People would think I have bad taste…" he thought, justifying a flare of greed as he opened the bottle. The drink foamed up around his hands so "thinking" quickly, Pop  put his mouth around the bottle and drank. It was delicious. Sweet blueberry taste , with a hint of the signature nuka cola spices. He was surprised how foamy it was , the whole drink having that light fluffiness that you only usually find in the head of an ill-poured drink.

It was fantastic! Better than anything he had ever tasted. Every bit of Pop's self control had to hold him back from drinking all the nuka cola , but he did just manage to keep himself away. With that filling his bag, Pop  had enough. He smiled triumphantly as he began to walk out of the lab. Unaware as the blue or his snout started turning darker and richer. Not thinking a thing about the strange bubbling sensation in his belly, his head wrapped in valor and delight. Even as this new darker colour spread over his face and his covered stomach, he had no idea. Plodding happily towards the exit , not hearing his belly slosh with every step as he hummed a little tune in celebration.

By the time Pop reached  the outside once again, his entire body was one uniform blue identical to that of the drink, blending in with his vault suit. Only the thin yellow highlights broke up the blue. He only saw the difference as he lifted his hand to block the Mojave sun. Seeing his darker body , Pop let out a surprised gasp. "Wh..what the hell? Looking over the little parts of exposed skin and his hair to see how all of them had changed weirdly. Before he could question this, he heard a loud , deep rumbling gurgle from his gut, followed by a small amount of foamy soda leaking out of his lips.

Pop groaned , wiping the soda from his mouth. "How… how did that happen?" He asked. A second deep rumble came but this time no more foam leaked out. He thought it was an improvement until he looked down and saw his already tight vault suit getting even tighter. His belly bulged out rapidly. The dragon let out a soft moan , it felt so strange. So goood. Pop rubbed his belly, feeling it swelling against his hold. The grumbles and groans got louder and louder and the swelling got faster with each one. His thighs pressing against each other and his ass hanging lower.  

He reached down and grabbed his bulging body , not sure if he wanted it to stop. Sure…he was getting massive, and he could feel the zip of the vault suit getting tight against his body. But…it felt amazing. The foam that filled him was light , made him feel squishy and soft. Yet as he grew, there was this tightness and pressure that made every part of him feel sensitive. Even his pudgy hand poking his blubbery belly felt incredible. Not least because the soda bubbling across his body was ice cold, making Pop feel cool even in the direct sun. “Why… is this so refreshing… so goood?” he asked himself , rubbing his chest as it too joined in on the swelling. His massive gut busted the zip, pushing out into the open.

As much as Pop wanted to rub every inch of himself to indulge the strange transformation his body was going through , it was getting harder and harder to move with every second. As his arms and legs started to thicken , they stiffened. It was getting harder and harder to even wiggle around as the main mass of his body formed one juicy curve, especially as the soda inside with him only foamed faster and louder. The sudden surge caused him to fall forwards on top of the belly ,sending a ripple through his bloated body.  The sensations of all his body wobbling and bubbling and foaming made Pop moan out even louder than before, however it was cut off by his chest swelling into his chin, as well as his cheeks bulging out.. It had been mere minutes since he stepped out into the sun , but now he could only move his meek little hands as they sunk into deep , dark blue divots. Even the bright yellow of his cuffs could barely be made out as his hands flapped.  

Thankfully for the overgrown dragon , the soda started to slow. Bubbles oozed from his mouth but it was no longer filling him. He had to be at least eight feet wide, barely recognizable as Pop other than the vault suit holding on by the seams and his fluffy hair  cut (although it was a little frazzled by his shaking and falling.). However the big dope wasn't worried what would happen to him, or even what had happened to him . His mind was entirely glazed over with the pleasure of his big full body. By the foresight of the overseer though, Pop wasn't stranded. A small group of more experienced vault dwellers had been sent to shadow him and make sure he was safe, unfortunately no one knew about the Nuka Cola he had drunk so they didn’t stop him. However as he was fully rounded and seemingly stable, they began rolling him back to the vault with confusion and effort. Pop was a little embarrassed when he broke out of his stupor, feeling five strong men pushing him. Hearing them grunt from how heavy he had become. He would complain but the feeling of their strong hands  against his sensitive hide…. It was worth the embarrassment.

When he got back to the vault, he was barely able to squeeze through the vault door he once thought was so mighty and large. The overseer looked at him with concern amongst other things. He talked with the others ,Pop couldn't hear a word with his bubbling body between him and them. However a few errant words came through.

"Nuka cola.

Foam

Help?

Farming equipment

Milk"

Pop Blushed deeply, imagining what all the words meant. And, his guess was rather accurate. Nothing made Pop happier as he was truly contributing to the vault. Sure, he wasn't going out on expositions. Not for a long time at least. But, he was providing delicious, bubbly blueberry nuka cola to the whole vault.  Slowly but surely they "juiced" every drop of the stuff from his colossal body with the aid of some rather large pumps and some squeezing from some of the stronger guys. The soda was split into some for  drinking  straight away and bottling most for later. It took months to get him back down to normal size, as the nuka cola packed itself tight into him.

However…even though he did enjoy being able to walk and move and talk again, Pop did…miss his way of helping out. And everyone did love the Soda he "made". So he and the overseer agreed to a more continued role. There were five more sodas and other scavengers had found a stash of the stuff in all sorts of flavours. Apparently , the berry bomb was an attempt at making a soda that never went flat. Unfortunately, all that carbonation it had been filled with built up and up over the last two hundred odd years.

So Pop became a juice producing blimp and ,as a bonus, he was rarely on his feet long enough to fall over anymore. The berry bubble dragon loved every second of it.

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