Absolutely joyous thoughts.

Desmond, the overtly competent soldier, affected by radiation to somehow make him into a monstrously enhanced creature…

THAT Desmond was loosely grasping at the sides of the tub, as a suddenly sly grin appeared on Evelynn’s face, though it was unseen by Desmond, as she grabbed his arms, a grip beyond the strength he assumed she had, using her grip upon his arms as an anchor point, as she instantly pushed past her own internal barrier, ten inches of Desmond opening her in a way she, and Desmond, had never experienced.

As this was happening, Evelynn started spasming all throughout the water, as she maintained her grip upon his arms, waiting to acclimate with the near absurd insertion, as she tightened her grip, resolving herself, withdrawing all but the tip, before rocketing herself down, fully hilting herself upon his monstrous member, largely bulging her stomach outwards, as she immediately was overwhelmed by pleasure, cum blasting about the tub, across Desmond’s groin, and everywhere else, as well.

Desmond, in the meantime, was also utterly overwhelmed, as his mind simply blanked, a thoroughly empty mental state, arms limply floating through the water, nearly passing out from the sheer sensation, a pleasure he’d never felt, as he was fully submerged in the water, wholly losing his control, as his member blasted splash after splash of splooge directly into the womb of the equally dumbfounded figure.

Whose face was hidden beneath the splashing water, screaming out in an uncontrollable show of her colossal sexual gratification, a steady stream indicating as such, began bubbling out of her mouth, as she babbled wordlessly beneath the steaming water.

…

After many hours of entanglement, the bathtub was settled, the **** form of Desmond was floating around the water, his absurd muscle content somehow buoyant, as Evelynn was simply laying atop his chest, **** as well.

The two had spent nearly twenty hours laying idly in the bath, as finally, Desmond woke up, extremely groggy from overexertion, he opened his eyes, and like a dam falling into nonexistence, he was assaulted by a blaring alarm, as he shot out of the water, holding Evelynn gingerly, as Big Red was standing in the room.

Desmond set Evelynn beside Big Red, instructing him to protect her, as he grabbed a shotgun from a table, before running through the Vault, still stark naked.

After a minute, Desmond saw the decimated forms, a few ghouls, and a few well armored figures, in familiar suits of Power Armor, as Desmond saw one such figure trying to crawl away, both legs missing from his form, as he was quickly bleeding out.

As Desmond was walking around the decimated forces, Desmond reached a breach, a ten foot gap in the solid steel wall, as he saw a tunnel to some unknown area.

And as he was looking down the tunnel, he heard a sudden voice, “Hey buddy… Have ya’ seen a woman around? She’s blind. I heard she might be with you… If you’d obliged me, I’ll be on my way, but if you don’t… Well, you don’t wanna know what’ll happen. To you, and anyone else in the premises." A man in a large suit of Power Armor stood in the tunnel, as he trained a rifle at Desmond.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t… What do you want with her?” Desmond was quite angry that his home had been destroyed, so he was aggressive in asking.

“Well, buddy, the Brotherhood has bequeathed upon her a protected status. She’s under our care. Now if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like my property back.” The man nearly yelled the last bit, as he started walking up to Desmond.

But as he approached him, he saw the odd form before him, as Desmond spoke, an enraged rattle, ‘Your property? Well, now I know you’re not a friend…”

As Desmond said this, the figure pulled the trigger, as a bullet soared the the air, before piercing through his skin, though it stopped, halfway embedding into Desmond’s chest.

And after this, Desmond grabbed the bullet, pulling it out with a bloody squelch, as he dropped it to the floor, with a metallic clatter. Then, Desmond reached his arm out with shocking speed, taking hold of the man’s skull, as he lifted his form from his passive position, utterly unaffected by the gunshot.

“Well buddy… How do YOU feel?” Desmond’s tone was cold, as he squeezed the man’s skull within his grasp.

This drew an unhinged scream from the figure’s mouth, as Desmond moved his other hand to complete his monstrous hold on the man’s head.

Then, Desmond peered into the man’s eyes, as he spoke a few bitter words, “My peaceful home has been invaded, my life threatened…! And you have the gall to call her your PROPERTY!!!” Desmond’s grasp tightened, as the man began screaming, viscerally bloodcurdling screams, as Desmond’s sight emboldened, steadily increasing the pressure, every pound of **** for every destroyed hope, for his home, and for his woman...