fallout · vault 40 · body horror · inflation · helium · grotesque · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · transformation · trapped
The wasteland winds howl against the rusted blast doors of Vault 40. Inside, the air hums with helium. you pushes through a crowd of inflated forms—ballooned hips, swollen chests—until a familiar face emerges from the distended crowd. Sarah, round and radiant, steps forward with a breathy smile.