"Almost..There!"

I grunted and panted as I pulled myself up the window ledge and wiggled my top Half through the window.

"Son of a bitch….I really need to see Cade about this weight thing."

I said huffing as I tried to wiggle the rest of me into my apartment, unfortunately my wiggling and jiggly of thick belly and body had jiggled my janky ass window down, dropping on top of me.

"Ow!"

I cried out, as the heavy window dropped down on to my back, trapping me in the window sill.

"Oh no…oh no! No, no,no!"

I whispered panicking as I tried to push myself and the window up.

I was heavier, at 5'2 and 245.

Thick in the belly and thighs but also very strong.

When someone needed help lifting a supplie crate or something like that, I was one of the first called on scene.

Once beat the Elder in an arm wrestling match.

Yet I couldn't push up my way out of this.

"Oh fuck…oh fuck."

I whispered frantically looking around for something in my apartment to use as leverage.

No such luck.

To make matters worse I was in a skirt…that may have been violating dress codes….okay Kells would have me scraping the rust off the Prydwen from the outside for this.

And on top of it all, I lived in on of the shadiest places in the entire commonwealth….

That's right, Goodneighbor.

The rent was cheap and Hancock despite his sleazy appearance was actually a decent guy.

Charismatic , Respectful, Open minded and apparently a chubby chaser.

Rumor had it he had a thing for me and my thickness.

Occasionally he'd buy me a drink or check in on me when I wasn't on base, always knocking first.

Even daring to flirt with me around other Brotherhood members.

Bold and charming….

"I am so fucked…"

I moaned dropping my head in defeat, I was now at the Mercy of who was wandering around…

I just prayed they wouldn't take advantage of me.

After a few minutes, I started to get claustrophobic and anxious.

Granted my window was at the end of a left turn dead end so unless someone walked dow. The Alley way, where I wouldn't be noticed…or found.

"What if no body finds me?!"

I whimpered suddenly more anxious than before, I was known for my vivid imagination and anxiety.

"Help! Someone! Please! I'm stuck!"

I cried, praying someone would hear me, caring a little less about my modesty and more about my safety. I had showered with other people beofre…Chnaged and used the bathroom in front of others.

But this was with strangers, minus Magnolia and Hancock.

I kicked my feet, trying to make as much noise as I could, praying someone would hear me.

For what felt like hours, I hung there crying and yelling, genuinely afraid of being forgotten, until I heard a familiar set boot steps.

"Well, well what do we have here?"

Came a raspy voice from behind me, the bootsteps stopping maybe 5 or 6 feet away from me.

I could practically feel his eyes on my red panties, the ones with thw white polka dots and a bow at the top of them, my good ones

At least they were my cute ones, right?

"Help…please."

I whimpered, slightly embarrassed but desperate for help.

"If it isn't my favorite little scribe…The Elders pet stiuck in such an embarrassing predicament."

Hancock said chuckling, a flash of warmth rushed through my body as I felt my pussy tighten and my cheeks flush.

"Hancock, please!"

I begged kicking my legs wildly, accidentally losing one of my flats.

"Mm, never thought I'd hear those words out of you mouth there Scribe…Cute knickers by the way."

He said taking a few steps closer.

I gasped and covered my face with my hands, embarrassed yet shamefully turned on.

No, I couldn't be turned on.

He was a ghoul.

A walking talking, charming Zombie…who just happened to be rumored to have a massive cock and crush on me.

"Lost your key again?"

He said snickering, I groaned and nodded, earning a chuckle.

"Silly scribe…Now look at what you've gotten yourself into…Stuck and helpless.."

"Don't even thick about it Hancock!"

I growled trying to gain control of the situation. But it didn't help, infact it only made him come closer.

"Whatever could you be referencing?"

Hancock said slyly, finally getting close enough I could see him in the wall mirror in front of me, hand on his chin and glued to my nearly exposed ass.

I felt a shiver rub down my spine as Hancock ran a hand down my back and over my ass, making me wetter.

God damn, this was wrong.

"I'm a Brotherhood Scribe, Hancock!"

I growled kicking and wriggling, but that only seemed to spur him on.

"That's an awful short skirt…Doesn't seeme to be regulation length now is it?"

Hancock said chuckling beofre he lifted the rest of the skirt, fully exposing me, the cool damp Commonwealth air tickling my damp crotch.

"Just help me!"

I said pleading with him, wriggling some more, desperately trying to get the window off me.

"Perhaps…Perhaps not…Maybe you shouldn't lose your key so many times."

Hancock said chuckling, I whimpered and hung my head.

SLAP!

"What the-Hancock!"

I gasped just moments later as he swatted my ass, making it sting as it jiggles from the action.

"Jesus…look at that ass…What do they feed you Bucketheads?"

Hancock said breathlessly as he smacked it again, making me shriek again.

"That's my ass!"

I hissed, trying to turn around to glare at him, but it was no use.


I was too stuck to even glare at him properly,

Fucking tiny ass windows…