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Patreon Prompt 252
🕑 Added 2022-09-08 14:45:15 +0000 UTCPrompt: While exploring the Mojave Wasteland, a scavenger stumbles upon a vault inhabited entirely by robots bent on transforming him into a spoiled rotten, fat ass femboy against his will.
Word spread through the wastes about a mythical place called Vault 52 that had been discovered by a lone wanderer somewhere in Wisconsin. While no one had seen her since, it was said she had entered the vault and received a long life of eternal pampering through a large collection of servant bots and food inside. This news became even richer as a scavenger by the name of Tiggs heard that there was a similar place called Vault 52B located in the Mojave. Eager to line his pockets with caps from whatever he could pillage from the place, he set out to find the underground bunker. Unfortunately for him, he was successful.
Upon entering the vault, Tiggs was assaulted by a group of Mr. Handy robots that took away all of his belongings, including his clothes. Whisked away by his captors, he was brought into the showers to clean off the grime of the wasteland and shave away his thick facial hair. Left completely nude, he was then brought into a large chamber and strapped to a chair. Any attempts to escape or insult the robots was stopped by a feeding tube getting shoved down his throat. As he was forced to suck down a sweet mixture of the what the robots called “Fattening Fluid”, he settled into his seat with the intention of breaking out at the first chance he got.
Tiggs never got the opportunity to escape, not that he wanted to after the robots were done with him. Dailly feedings of enormous amounts of food left him with a body that was nearing the 1000 pound mark. Though he lost most of his mobility due to the presence of his enormous belly, the various devices in the vault were designed to transport his hefty form and accommodate his needs. Should he feel the need to move his chunky rear, hover chairs of various sizes were available that would always be the right fit for his wide hips. Any food that managed to slip onto his sagging man tits was quickly cleaned off by his robot servants. The constant sweeps across his moobs were just one of many services that the robots deemed part of Tiggs’s beauty routine.
Every so often the robots would bring in a mirror to allow Tiggs to get a good look at himself. Making a passing glance at his obese form, his attention was always drawn to the softer features of his face. Chubby cheeks and rows of pudgy chins made it look like he had spent his entire life in the vault. Locks of silky, long, chestnut hair hung against his back fat, free of grime and grease thanks to the robots’ constant attention. Finishing up these sessions of admiring his status as a gentle, gorgeous, giant of a man, he would be the one to request the next meal to continue his life of pampering in Vault 52B.
