#6 breasts
Nothing hit the spot like a Nuka-Cola Quantum, didn’t matter if you were human, a dog, or somewhere in between as Monica found herself. It had been a rough week, constant attacks from raiders, her old vault suit got torn up when she was running through a hole in a chain link fence, and to make matters worse, she looked like this now. It wasn’t like she knew that this was going to happen, the old terminal she hacked into said it was a pre-war combat enhancement formula. Maybe if she had spent a little more time reading the notes she would have seen it was a combat enhancement for military dogs, not soldiers, but with the rads ticking away from the poorly shielded fusion reactor, she had little time to check the old notes on the busted up terminal.
At first she had felt great, it was an hour or so of what seemed like unlimited stamina. Then she started to feel hot, really hot, like a sudden fever in July hot. She stripped out of her torn up blue and gold jumpsuit as she looked for a place to stay. Eventually she found a burnt out house to hide in while she figured out what was happening. The air was dusty, and the floor was strewn with scraps of junk and loose papers. Monica sat on a ratty old couch that she was none to thrilled to feel against her nude skin. The uncomfortably worn fabric was of little concern to her, she was focused on the burning itch as fur grew up the small of her back. It was in a spot she couldn’t reach, and as Monica struggled to get some relief she felt the small hairy shape of her newly forming tail in her hand. She held it for a moment in disbelief, what had she injected herself with?
Monica was pacing back and forth in the shoddy apartment she was squatting in. The sun was shining through the hole where the roof once was, and the heat of it’s touch against her skin made her pant. Her face was red with shame, there was no way they would let her back into the compound now, she groaned as her hand brushed against a nipple that hadn’t been there before. Monica had no choice but to wait out whatever was happening to her, and she could only hope that she would still be mostly human.
It felt like ages, but by the time Monica left the apartment it had been over an hour. Fur like hair grew from Monica’s shoulders, neck, and back, trailing down until it reached her ass cheeks where a bushy dog’s tail lazily wagged. Two pointed and furred ears poked out of the top of her hair, and her slightly cool to the touch nose was now far darker and canine in shape. Monica had six breasts now, but they hadn’t really grown in size, they would be easily concealed, and if she wore a bandanna over her face and a hat, she might actually be able to pull off not being some sort of Dog-girl. That was assuming she could keep her bushy tail in her pants, it seemed to have a mind of it’s own. This also assumed she had pants, Monica remembered she had stripped off her torn up clothes before she found the building, but she couldn’t figure out where exactly. While looking for her lost clothes, she did happen upon a glowing blue light shining from under an overturned car. It took Monica a few moments, put she was eventually able to pry a relatively undamaged bottle of Quantum from under the car, and she quickly popped off the bottle cap, frowning as she realized she didn’t have pockets to put it in, and put the glass to her lips, savoring the sweet caffeinated taste of strontium and 18 fruit flavors, at least something was going right today.
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