On the scorched plains that used to be the United States, a large vehicle lumbered across the dusty earth. The salvaged carrier was nearly 6 stories tall from wheels to top, almost looking more like a flat moving building covered in guns and metal plates than a mobile AA platform. The affectionately named “Slow as Balls” was on a course to the nearest settlement they could find to try and refuel and rearm. On the outside it was peaceful minus the perpetual quake it generated in its wake. Inside however…

“Come on damnit! Ghh!” Lucy cried. In the cramped confines of one of the platform’s bathrooms, the fennec engineer was desperately trying to get her overalls back on, with little success.

The source of her impediment, was jutting out the main flap of her overalls

The fennec was pregnant

The old denim overalls were already a bit of a snug fit even before her surprise pregnancy

Now, barely halfway through, they had seemingly decided now enough was enough and refused to reach her shoulders anymore.

“Stupid! Fuckin’-!” she said through gritted teeth, tugging on the strap. “I’m not scavenging for new clothes again! Fit damnit!” She’d never considered that maybe she’d need more than one outfit. But then again, the wasteland wasn’t exactly bristling with intact maternity wear stores.

She tried to pull upwards, smacking into the metal wall behind her as she did to try and gain some leverage, but without success. In a huff, but undeterred, she moved onto one more idea. She sucked in as much air as she could in an attempt to shrink what little of her bulbous belly she could, and tried again. This granted her a little more clearance for the strap and finally the piece of denim decided she’d been through enough torture and slipped onto her shoulder.

“Oh, ooooh thank God,” she breathed. It was a tight fit, to the point of mild discomfort, but it was on. At this point, she’d take whatever win she could get.

“Phew!” With the feat done, she unlocked the door and went to step out. Only to immediately come face to face with Dave. Maned Wolf, fellow crew member, and father of the kit(s?) currently taking space from her; he was standing there, slack jawed at the fennec and she wasn’t sure why. Finally, he spoke first with a simple, bewildered “Dude”.

“What?”

“What were you doing in there?” He asked, pointing at the bathroom. Lucy blinked at the question, unsure what he was getting at.

“Uhh, getting my overalls on?” David stared for a moment before he processed it, his eyes going wide in realization.

“Ooooh.” Lucy’s brow furrowed at him.

“What did you THINK I was doing?” David’s expression shifted to that of awkwardness, like he’d just been caught doing something.

“I thought you were-” He made a gesture with his hand, a rather lewd one, with two fingers. Now it was the fennec engineer to go wide. All the noise and banging around she’d done in there…

“Wh-Oh! No! You took care of that last night”

“Oh! Uh…good!” he said looking almost relieved.

“Yeah, the straps were giving me a hard time, but I got em on!” she said, putting her hands on her hips. Then she sighed, letting her body relax, and inadvertently putting full brunt of the pressure on her overalls. At that moment, the old haggard straps decided that they’d finally had enough, and sent one of the brass buttons holding them together flying off with enough velocity to ricochet off the opposite wall, making David jump. When he was sure he wasn’t about to have a piece of metal bounce back in his face, he looked back to his girlfriend, and had to stifle a laugh. A shocked Lucy was standing there, her destroyed overalls laying in a mess at her feet. Her bare, cream colored belly was on display…as well as the fact she wasn’t wearing any bottoms. The two stood there in complete silence, until she finally muttered a defeated “Fuck”.

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So I figured it was high time to introduce my new OC proper. Here we have Lucy. Fennec, eccentric post-apocalyptic engineer to the SAB, and mother to be on account of her after-hour shenanigans with the crew's cook. She wants to pretend that getting pregnant by a guy near double her height isn't going to impede her work keeping their fortress of a tank running, but clearly, that's not the case. Once again, another lovely piece put together by  twokindswierdo As always questions about the setting and comments are welcome.

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