Prologue
A/N: This is a weight gain fan fic with plot, you have been warned.
"Commander, are you sure about this?" Spas-12 spoke softly, her voice echoing in the darkness of the office. On the door it read Commander Michael Summers.
"Only if you're comfortable with it. But no Spas, no I'm not, and that's what worries me. And for you." His white gloved hands intertwined in front of his clean shaven face. Visibly uneasy, he maintained his serious composure.
"Have you asked any of the other girls' Commander?" Her hands linked and pressed on her red skirt and into her meaty thighs.
"No, Spas, you're always my first choice for difficult missions. But if you don't want to, I can ask someone else." His red uniform glistened in the single hanging light above the desk between them.
"N-no! It's fine sir, I can handle it. Just, why me?" Her head tilted slightly with the question, letting a silver pigtail drape over her gray combat uniform.
"Well, of all the T-dolls in the world you are the one I have complete trust in. Besides, you like acting, yes Sabrina?" His chocolate brown eyes caught her red ones as they darted away embarrassed.
"C-Commander! Yes I do, very much so. But.. I.. I don't know what to say."
"How about promising me you'll come back in one piece?"
A smile emerged on Spas' soft face. "I can promise that Commander!" She said sitting up with pride.
"Excellent! Any more questions about the mission? If not, we can begin the necessary modifications immediately." Commander Summers fixed his uniform as he rose from behind his desk. Spas started twirling a pigtail nervously as her posture worsened. Her eyes started to dart down from the Commander to her plushy thighs.
"Well, I do have one question, about ration-" Summers cut her off with his Commander voice
"How you ate all of WA2k's last week?" He crossed his large arms over his imposing chest "And Negevs?"
"Yeah.." she whispered as her head shrank into her shoulders
"And S.A.T.8's the week before that?"
"Oh that's right.." she looked up at the Commander with a sad pout on her face. "But Commander!" Her big red eyes looking up at him like a starving puppy. "She always has the best food! I just want-"
"Another increase to your rations Sabrina?" The Commander gave her a smirk as he raised an eyebrow. He knew his Spas so well.
"Absolutely! Thank you Commander! I won't let you down!" She exclaimed as she jumped out of her chair, her large chest jiggling for an awkward five seconds.
"And maybe some new clothes for my favorite shotgun?" His dark brown eyes hardly moved from their transfixed state.
"Maybe so.." Spas was just as hypnotized by her breasts as the Commander. "A-actually, it's fine Commander." The awkwardness subsided "That won't be necessary after some hard training!" She smiled but it was clearly forced. Commander Summers could see right through his little glutton queen.
"Alright Sabrina, if you insist!" His playful tone left her frustrated but she let it go.
"If that's everything, shall we get me all tuned up? I'd also like to say goodbye to a few of the girls."
The Commander returned to his more formal self. "Of course. We can have you deployed by tomorrow morning so you're free to do as you wish till then."
"Thank you Commander! I'll tell S.A.T. 'n Springfield to get cooking!"
The Commander couldn't help but smile.
After the modifications to her recording devices and GPS locator. Spas and the Commander casually stroll down the winding halls and corridors of Grifon & Kryuger to meet the rest of the T-dolls under Commander Summers for a lovely banquet in an abandoned room near his office.
It was crude, just some folding tables, rusty chairs, and old salvaged ovens but the atmosphere was joyful. The Commander had long ago suggested having team dinners to help improve morale and bring everyone working with him closer together. He did all this of course to combat the terribly depressing nature of their work.
The girls were in fact weapons, owned by the private military corporation Grifon & Kryuger for which he worked, each designed around different guns from the past. They were all synthetic yes, but they seemed more alive then most of his fellow human Commanders.
It's just not right. These girls deserve so much better. Maybe if SF was defeated, but until then.. His thoughts trailed off as Spas' pigtails bounced merrily in front of him. Suddenly her nose shot up like a bloodhound.
"Mmmmm. Smells like S.A.T. outdid herself again today! Is that…" her hungry nose scanned the air. "Pesto?! Oh I love pesto! How did she get that?!"
"I'm assuming she made it herself, you know SAT, She's practically a wizard in the kitchen."
"Oh I hope they haven't gotten started without me!" Spas started skipping down the hall, her plump figure jiggling with each bound. She had always had a heavier build then the rest of the girls but ever since joining under Commander Summers her gluttonous lifestyle had started to show it's effects.
Her breasts were still her most prominent feature but they had certainly plumped up in recent months, about the size of cantaloupe. Her poor bra was simply a little too small and clearly struggled with the extra weight. Her black and gray uniform fit but it was starting to strain in such places. Those buttons were holding on for dear life. Yet somehow they still held. Her pudgy middle wasn't as obvious but it was noticeable when she sat down. Her hips and ass however has certainly swelled, causing her already short red skirt to reveal a bit more than it probably should. With each carefree skip Commander Summers was given a lovely view of her voluptuous rear and ever thickening thighs.
"Come on Commander! We're gonna miss all the food!" She beckoned from across the hall.
Despite her struggling wardrobe, she refused to get bigger clothes. She was adamant her poorly sized wardrobe was just something temporary that could be remedied by a few hard training sessions. Summers knew that her gluttony was far stronger than her desire to train. This upcoming solo operation would certainly put that to the test. Though that was not its purpose.
"I'm coming, Spas! Don't think you can outskip the best!" Summers daintily skipped along with the same grace as Spas, made all the more humorous by his imposing uniform and build.
"Pfftt-" she crumpled to her knees with laughter, clutching her doughy middle as she tried to find her breath *wheze* "Cawhaha" *snort* "Cawh-Commander, you look absolutely ridiculous!" Another bout of laughter followed but quickly subsided to giggles. Her Commander was such a goofball sometimes. He could certainly become the imposing military man he needed to be, but when the situation didn't require it, the serious charade was dropped. He was an odd one that's for sure. But he was her favorite. Not just her favorite Commander, but her favorite human. His strong broad shoulders, his chiseled jawline, his dark chocolate eyes…Mmmm chocolate…*Her stomach growled loudly* "Oh right! Food!"
They entered the abandoned room at the end of the hall to the glorious spell of rich cheese and sweet buttery apple pie.
"SAT! Springfield! Are we late?!" Cried a worried Spas.
"Precisely on time Spas! Just taking the pizza out of the oven! Springfield's stuff should be ready in 33 minutes and 10 seconds!"
SAT8 was certainly one for the details which made her an excellent chef in addition to an excellent comrade in battle. However thanks to Commander Summers attempts to "boost morale" she had more than enough time to perfect her cooking, much to the delight of Spas.
SAT originally had a thinner frame then Spas but that was a thing of the past. Her belly and love handles hung out over her black spats and her signature yellow jacket was simply unable to contain her girth. Her chubby midriff was left completely exposed while her breasts were contained by a black body glove/compression bra, for now at least, a bit of underboob was clearly visible. Her chest, once not quite as ample as Spas' had certainly overtaken her. Moving down, her black skirt could no longer circumnavigate her rotund waist and only her thinly stretched elastic compression shorts could do the job. Though her hungry ass seemed to gobble them up whenever she bent over. Her perpetually frizzy blond hair looked thick and healthy as ever.
"Oh hello Commander! Hello Spas!" A friendly soft voice like the coo of a dove came from the corner closest the door. Springfield was carefully watching her beautiful pie bake.
"How's the pie Spring?"
"Pie's Spas. Pie's." She said with a soft smile
"Even better!" Retorted a hungry Spas. "Is anyone else coming SAT?"
"Well I was hoping Negev and WA2k would show up but now I'm worried they won't make it." SAT placed the pizza amongst a plethora of pasta dishes on the small table. "It's a shame too, I made so much!"
"Well it's their loss!" She cried gleefully. Spas sat at the widest part of the table, strategically within arms reach of everything while SAT plopped down across from her. Springfield placed herself neatly next to SAT just as the Commander took his seat near Spas.
"Well shall we begin? I want to hear more about this special mission you're sending Spas on Commander!"
"Yes, me too. I must admit this seems quite unorthodox sir."
Spas was already filling her plate with garlic bread followed by immediately shoving several pieces from her plate into her mouth to make more room for pasta.
"Well I admit it's not protocol but it's simply a reconnaissance mission."
"Of what?" Pressed SAT.
"Not what SAT, who. A certain billionaire who's made his fortune off PMC's and might have a score to settle with G&K and the new Soviet Union."
"You're not going to assassinate him, are you Commander?"
"Nooooooo, no no no Springfield. It's simply a hunch that could save us some headache in the long run."
"But that's completely outside our jurisdiction!"
"Yes it is SAT, that's why I want you two to keep it under wraps for the time being. Can you both promise me that?"
"Yes Commander."
"Of course."
"Good, now let's get some food before Spas takes it all."
Spas might not have been as large as SAT but her appetite seemed to dwarf the blond shotgun.
By now Spas had arranged a small mountain of carbs atop her plate and was steadily slurping away at some pesto linguine that appeared to make up most of the tower. SAT soon followed suit but in a more delicate fashion.
"Um, Commander" Springfield's soft voice piped up. "Permission to discuss more personal matters?"
"Of course Springfield, what's on your mind?"
"Well it's Commander Dawson sir."
"Newer guy right? Dirty blonde hair, soft blue eyes, has like a dozen siblings on a farm somewhere?"
"Yes, that's him."
"He's not getting in any trouble is he? He's one of my favorite fellow Commanders."
"Oh, no sir! Have you spoken with him recently?"
"Nah he's pretty quiet and keeps to himself most of the time. It's why he's my favorite."
"Ah, I see.."
"But I have noticed the two of you talking now and then at the cafe, despite the fact he doesn't order much. Are you two together yet?"
"Wha-what? N-no Commander! I doubt he even likes me!"
"I find that hard to believe. What makes you think that Springfield?"
"Well, I keep bringing him little treats, all on the house of course, but he keeps giving them back to me!"
"Hmm, Is he outright dismissive of them or actually giving the treats to you?"
"More the latter, he wants me to have them instead, and I do eat them, but look what's become of my figure!"
Springfield grabbed a small handful of flab around her middle, her womanly figure had only been enhanced by her additional curves, of course nowhere close to achieving SAT's girth.
"Well maybe your answer is right there Springfield."
"What do you mean Sir?"
"Maybe he just likes you so much he wants there to be more of you!" Summers said it in a teasing tone but there was truth behind it. He certainly felt the same way about a certain shotgun sitting to his left.
"Then why has he not just told me this?" Frustrated, Springfield hopped a little in her seat causing her curvaceous figure bounce. She wasn't yet up to Spas' level ether but her bust was nothing to sneer at.
"Well for one; he's a man of few words, it's hard enough to get that man to talk much less confess something. And two; he's a man, we're known to be a bit dense sometimes. Isn't that right Spas?"
Summers leaned over and gave Spas' soft middle a hearty jab with his elbow causing her to choke on the fettuccine alfredo she was now shoveling into her face from above. *Hurk* *Slap!* Within a fraction of a second the back of Spas' hand struck the Commander square in the face sending him tumbling out of his chair backwards.
"Commander!" Three worried voices cried in unison, some more muffled by food then others.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! Are you ok?!" Spas rushed to his side helping him up off the floor.
"I'm fine Spas, I'm fine. I keep forgetting how strong you girls are!" He said with a pained smile.
"Well we are your weapons after all." Chimed SAT as Spas helped the dazed Commander back to his seat.
"Yeah I know SAT, but it shouldn't have to be that way. Isn't there something else you'd all rather like to do?"
A long silence followed that was eventually broken by Springfield.
"Well I'd like to be a mother someday, but I don't know if that's even possible."
"I'd like to teach, or cook for those in need." Came the voice of SAT.
"I'd like more food…" Spas sighed as she mourned the loss of her last few bites of alfredo.
A round of laughter broke the remaining tension in the air as the Commander gave Spas' a big comforting hug. "Well that we can address right now." The Commander teased bringing the half full bowl of alfredo in front of her. "Here Spas, take my silverware, I'll sit this one out."
"You sure? Oh, well thanks Commander!" Spas sang as she dove into the bowl of rich creamy pasta.
The other girls soon resumed eating as well, but it wasn't long before Spas needed to undo the first few buttons of her uniform to help her breath as her stomach swelled. Revealing her glistening pale cleavage in her two sizes too small white/pink bra. She could feel the Commander's eyes on her as she tipped the bowl up and downed the last of the rich creamy sauce, barely missing a drop.
In battle she loved to pull all sorts of flashy moves to catch the eye of the Commander and this wasn't much different, she enjoyed the attention either way.
"Ahhh! *Urp* That was amazing SAT! I *Hep* couldn't eat another bite!" Belched Spas as she plonked the huge bowl down firmly.
"But Spas! The pies! You insisted you needed a slice before you left us!"
"Oh drat tha- *gulp* that's right!" Cursed Spas breathless.
"Don't worry Springfield, I'm sure our Spas can find some room in her dessert stomach." The Commander teased as he gently massaged her flabby yet firm belly, now poking out between her struggling buttons. She wasn't nearly as startled as before and before long started to enjoy it and just let his strong hands work away the pressure.
"I *Hurp* think I can manage *Urp* a few slices Spring." Huffed a very full Spas as she tried to regain her breath.
"Wonderful, I'll get those served up!" Cheered Springfield, eager to share her comforting specialty. Springfield's cooking had the sort of country charm that could make anyone feel at home no matter who they were or where they were from.\
Springfield gave everyone a healthy two thick slices but the Commander pushed his plate over to Spas. "You'll be without Springfields cooking for a while, I think you need this more than me."
"Th-thanks, *huff* Commander! *phew*" Her stomach may have reached its capacity but Summers knew her appetite had certainly not.
"Care for some ice cream? It goes beautifully with the pie!" Spas gave a hesitant nod toward SAT, her mouth too full to answer. After the first slice it was clear she was slowing down but with one hand on her swollen gut and the other holding a fork she persisted, Summers now rubbing her back for encouragement. He stopped as she collapsed back in her chair upon finishing the second piece.
"He-*Urp*elp"
Summers started to move his plate back toward himself when Spas let out a whimper and shot death glare toward her commander.
"B-but,*Hup*"
Summers immediately understood and grabbed a whole piece. Spas' glowing red eyes closed as her mouth opened like a baby bird waiting to be fed. Bite after bite he alternated between spoonfuls of vanilla ice cream and the pie dangling above her open maw. "There's only one more piece Spas, you sure?"
A weak muffled reply came from Spas' throat that sounded something like "Yes" and "please". This time he was not as gentle and shoved the whole slice into her awaiting mouth all at once.
*Eep!* But her muffled surprise was soon replaced by moans of pleasure as she savored the final slice.
He was gonna miss this T-doll, she had always given so much on the battlefield. Time and time again she had protected her comrades at her own expense. Always in the front line, always shot at first. A girl as sweet and kind as her was being used for not much more than a meat shield by her own side. Summers knew there was nothing in the world that could make up for the horrors she had been through but damn it he had to try. He would spoil her till the pain of this war was only remembered like a bad dream. That only seemed fair.
Spas' eyes were closed, her face relaxed with contentment. Her hands placed neatly over her bloated stomach. Summers thought to himself; maybe someday this will be the norm.
"Well thank you girls, I think Spas thoroughly enjoyed herself tonight, even if she's too full to say it."
"No thank you commander, for your advice with commander Dawson, perhaps I will just need to take some initiative in this case."
"I'm sure it'll be fine Springfield, just follow your heart, or maybe in this case your stomach!" Springfield only looked slightly amused by the commander's joke but was thankful all the same.
"It's always a pleasure to cook for this little bottomless pit." Piped SAT pointing to a very sleepy Spas.
"Well SAT, I think today we found the bottom of the pit, and she looks quite happy about it herself."
The smile on Spas' face said it all, she had enjoyed every minute of that stuffing and was now in a well deserved food coma. Life was good for once.
Summers helped the girls clean things up, only occasionally getting distracted by his handy work still asleep in her chair.
"Thanks again girls, for everything, I should probably get this one tucked in for her big day tomorrow." Announced Summers as he lifted his sleepy shotgun into his arms.
"Thanks for helping with the dishes commander, but do tell me, where is Spas being deployed tomorrow? I must have missed that."
"No worries Springfield; Italy, or at least what's left of it."
"Italy huh? Well good thing her Italian is top notch, as well as her love for pasta" SAT teased as she poked the sleeping girl's tummy. "Who knows how big she'll be by the end of this, if tonight is anything to go on at least."
"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing SAT, but we'll just have to wait and see. Good night girls."
Summers laid the chubby girl down in her bed and pulled the covers up. Admiring her beauty for just for a moment before realizing how creepy he might look to someone else in the dorm, turned off the lights and promptly left.
Tomorrow was going to be a very different day without her, but at least she would be out of harm's way. He hoped.
***
Chapter 1
The next morning Spas-12 awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs at her bedside. Commander Summers had probably been here only minutes ago. She scarfed them down quickly and proceeded to get ready for the busy day ahead. After prying off her gray/black button up and red skirt she assessed the damage from last night's stuffing.
Her bloated belly had collapsed into a more comfortable soft patch of fluff around her middle, her muscles completely hidden behind a smooth pale layer of fat. Her breasts hadn't grown from last night of course but she took note of how they seemed to ever so slightly spill out over her bra. Her wide hips hadn't changed noticeably ether, though her thigh gap was completely gone. Not that she had much of one to begin with anyway. Her panties pressed a few millimeters into her doughy hips and thighs leaving a slight indentation in her soft figure. Her shapely ass seemed a bit bigger but she may have just not noticed till now how much her white panties dug into her plump round cheeks.
"Who would design a robot that could get fat?! Spas wondered out loud. "And who would design a robot that wanted to.." She asked a bit more quietly as her voice trailed off. T-dolls were more or less synthetic humans, albeit stronger and faster than any human could hope to be, so why were so many used as blunt instruments of war? Spas didn't mind protecting her friends but certainly sympler machines existed that could provide the same results on the battlefield as her.
She would have to worry about that later, she needed to get dressed and find the commander.
She chose her favorite navy blue sundress which highlighted her ample bust quite well. After she finished packing, Spas hurried to her Commander's office.
"Spas-12 ready for deployment commander!"
"At ease Spas. How are you feeling today?"
"Wonderful sir!" Spas beamed. Her joyfully bubbly energy was almost infectious. "How do I look?"
"Lovely as always Sabrina."
"Thank you commander!" She smiled. That was her real name, Sabrina Franchi, it was not known by many, but she enjoyed the rare occasions it was used.
"How are you feeling about the mission?"
"Well, I am wondering, commander, why me? Aren't there other T-dolls that would be better suited for espionage?"
"Perhaps, but it is my belief that no one would suspect someone as friendly as you, can you imagine how quickly they would suspect a T-doll like WA2Kor Negev?! If you walk within 10 meters of those two you feel like you are going to die!"
"Well I don't know if all the commanders would agree with you on that one sir."
"Yes but I think they're the exception and not the rule. Besides, the man you'll be following has a target on his head and he knows it, him and his men will be on the lookout for threatening characters. Just be yourself and you'll be fine."
"I-I can look threatening when I need to!" Spas protested, her chubby cheeks in a pout.
"Yes Spas I am very aware of that, but for this mission, that will not be necessary. And for the love of God don't let your eyes glow red near him, that is genuinely terrifying sometimes."
"I honestly have no idea how that happens, commander."
"Fair enough. Do you still believe you are capable Spas?"
"Yes commander! I am confident I'll do my best! Just you wait and see!"
"That's what I like to hear!"
"The target should still be in his hotel by the time you get there. It's not too far from where we arranged to have you stay." He slid a file of documents across the desk to Spas. "We suspect he will be meeting with dignitaries and other corporate partners in the city. Your job will be to follow him wherever he goes and record any useful information discussed. And anything else you need, don't worry about it, I'll cover the bill myself."
"Does that include food commander?" Spas gave him a charming pout dispite already knowing the answer.
"Yes Spas, it includes food." He said with a smile. "Enjoy yourself Spas, you've earned it."
"Thank you commander!" Cheered Spas excitedly
"Don't go too crazy, unlike your stomach, our budget isn't bottomless."
"Understood" Spas Chimed a little less excited then before.
***
Some hours later she was dropped off in a beautiful port city in the south of Italy,
After finding her holel she decided to scope out her target. Up the hill she climbed, through the narrow cobblestone streets lined by quaint shops and cafes, all bustling with people. The alluring smell from the cafes and bakeries was symply too much to ignore and she was soon happily munching on a traditional Sfogliatella, buttery, flakey and delicious, but it was just the beginning for her. The winding cobblestone street eventually emptied out into a large courtyard with several restaurants taking advantage of the beautiful outdoor seating. A dozen or so more casual pizza, gelato and crepe establishments dotted the large square. On the far end sat her target hotel, an old elegant building covered in marble sculptures, capped by a magnificent tiled dome, almost the same navy blue as her dress.
With her pastry taken care of, her grumbling tummy longed for more, lucky there were plenty of good options! With a crepe in one hand and a whole folded pizza in the other she meandered laizaly around the courtyard, her long dress swaying in the warm breeze, her plump thighs rubbing together as she walked
After a couple more snacks here and there, her survey was complete, and just in time for dinner!
Spas decided the best course of action was to symply plop down and a nearby restaurant with a clear view of the main entrance and wait for the target to leave. He had to come out eventually for his meetings. Setted at a small table outside, she waited patiently.
Spas, wanting to experience the culture to the fullest, went with a traditional five course meal, it was just the proper thing to do.
First came the antipasto, a simple snack of cured meats, cheese and olives. Though she'd been snacking most of the day it was devoured quickly without a thought. Next the primo, the pasta course. While the proportions were not the same as when dining with SAT, the flavor and texture was supurb. She couldn't wait to bring back some of these recipe ideas for SAT to try! The secondo or main meal was a lamb shank atop a cloud of parmesan risotto. This was accompanied by the contorno, a plate of seasonal veggies sauteed in butter. What better way to finish then with a dolce of chocolate mousse and a shot of espresso.
Spas enjoyed every last bite of her sweet treat, her stomach quite content with the meal. She was nowhere near as full as the previous night, but that was fine. Tonight she simply enjoyed the experience of eating such beautiful food in such a beautiful location.
With large swaths of the earth uninhabitable and scars from the third world war still causing pain for many, it was a miracle places like this still existed as perfect as they were. Dispite all the hardships the world faced, life still went on just as it has for centuries.
While she was enjoying this peacefully serene moment a tall figure strode out from the hotel in front of her. It was him. She quickly paid for the meal and scurried off behind him, never losing sight of his sleek black hair.
Down the laberynth of winding alleys she followed. Up and down claustrophobic streets adorned with clothe lines which blocked the blue sky above.
"This *huff* was so much easier *pant* a few months ago!" She mutterd between breaths.
While she was only a bit chubby, the commanders' kind and careful doting in recent months had allowed her slack off in favor of gorging on SAT and Springfields cooking. After several close calls on the battlefield Summer's was more than happy to let her skip a few training sessions, much to the detriment of her current maneuverability. Her full stomach sloshing around certainly didn't help either.
Still, dispite her condition, she persisted, she wasn't going to let her commander down this time.
Several twists and turns later, Spas pierd from behind an old crumbling wall as the target srode into an old restaurant. It wasn't much more than a hole in the ground floor of a rustic brick apartment building at the end of the alley.
This looked like the kind of place that had been passed on from generation to generation, the recipes hardly changing despite their age. An open window near the kitchen let the delicious smells pour out over the flower basket and into the modest alley.
"Buona sera, Signora!" Spas sang to the stout gray haired lady near the entrance. "Table for one please!"
"Buona sera mia patatina!" The friendly old woman replied. "Just one? A beautiful young lady like yourself?! Preposterous! Where's your husband?"
"N-nno husband!" Spas stammered, slightly caught off guard..
"No? Boyfriend then?" She pressed.
"N-no boyfriend either ma'am!"
"Lover?" Winked the portly woman.
"No." Spas breathed, now very red in the face. "J-just me."
"Oh! Well, we'll just have to fix that! Tell me, what can you cook dear?"
Spas thought back to all the times she wolfed down all of SAT8's cooking without really learning much herself. At least she could still cook better than WA2K, but that wasn't a high bar to top. "Well, I usually don't do much of the cooking, my uh, roommates usually do."
"Is that so? Well that explains it! Come! Join me and my husband in the kitchen for a bit! He could always use an extra pair of hands!"
While still a little flustered, Spas wasn't completely against the proposition, it would be nice to learn a bit. But under the circumstances, it would have to wait.
"Well, uh, that's very kind of you but, I'm quite hungry now! Plus I would really like to get off my feet for a bit. Perhaps another time?"
"Oh of course my dear! You poor thing, come right this way, we'll get you well fed."
It was a rustic little place, raw timbers could be seen holding up the floor above, once bright and vibrant frescos adorned the pale walls, tables made of thick sturdy wood looked like they had been used for centuries.
"Here is this table alright? It's away from anyone else so we can chat… what's your name dear?"
Being so far from the target somewhat defeated the point, but Spas didn't want to argue with the overly friendly woman. "I-its fine, my name is Sabrina, Sabrina Franchi."
"Well Sabrina, I'm Gianna. let's get you something to eat then we can discuss some important things!"
It wasn't long before Spas found herself shoveling down a plate of anchovy garlic pasta, dotted with savory bread crumbs and plenty of olive oil. Surprisingly the anchovies weren't just salty and dry, they were rich with fatty flavor, accented beautifully by a light spritz of lemon and a full glass of white wine.
"You see? Lots of people think they hate anchovies, but they've only ever had them from a tin can! When they're fresh and cooked right, they become something else completely!" Gianna excitedly explained.
Spas guzzled down more of the rich pasta along with a few sips of wine. She was truly impressed by the passion this older woman had for food. Spas had always loved food in general but was usually much more interested in the eating of it. So it was hard to say no when Gianna suggested she try more of the local specialties.
A Clam linguine with Pancetta was her next offering. Spas quickly polished off the last of the previous dish and dov in.
"Shellfish and pork just seem to go together so well, don't you think?"
Spas only nodded, her chubby cheeks full of delicious buttery cuisine. She may have been out of breath on the way here but now, breathing was optional.
Nearly done with both the meal and her wine her belly was starting to fill out nicely under her dress. Lucky for her the dress was quite loose beneath her bust so there was plenty of room for her already full stomach to expand
"Oh and you have to soak up some of that butter on the bottom with some toasted bread. It was just baked this morning!"
"Mhmf-ok!" Spas worked out between mouthfuls. She had almost completely forgotten about her original purpose here as food had now taken priority.
"So, why doesn't a cute, busty girl like yourself have someone to take her out to dinner?" Gianna prodded, bringing attention to Spas' magnificent bouncy pale cleavage.
Spas choked on her bread for a second before giving a reply.
"I, um. I guess there is someone I kinda like, he makes me laugh but knows when to be serious. He's so cute when he's excited about something and always is looking out for me. We've gone through so much together and he's always been there for me."
"So this man you speak of, is he taken?"
Spas gulped down the last of her wine "N-no! At least I don't think so…"
"What's the problem then?! Sounds like a catch!"
"Well, I don't know…" Spas stared at her empty plate with a somber expression lost in thought.
"Oh let me get you some fresh pesto gnocchi! That'll cheer you up!" The old woman rushed away to keep her evening entertainment well fed
"No thank-Did you say pesto?" Spas was already quite full but she couldn't say no to a little more..
Her stomach was rather bloated with a sea of carbs under her dress but it was easy to hide. Carefully she massaged her soft tummy to make room for more, but it wasn't the same as when the commander did so. If only he was here to rub her aching middle. Maybe things could work out between them, but what would he think about all the weight she was putting on?!
"Here you go hun!"
That thought would have to wait, there was food to devour
"Oh *monch* this is so good!" Spas cried, almost weeping tears of pure joy. Why did such fattening food have to be so delicious?!
"It's an old family recipe dear! I learned it from my mother and she learned it from her mother, and who knows who was the first! More wine?"
Spas nodded again, mouth full of the delicious rich potato pasta.
"So where were we? Right! Your man, what's the hold up?"
Spas washed that large bite down with an equally large gulp of wine.
"Well I guess I'm worried that I won't be the heroine he needs, expecaly with all this extra weight!"
"Sweetie, if he's not willing to overlook a few extra pounds here and there then he's not worth your time, do you hear me?"
*Scarf* "Well I guess you're right but.."
"I am right, just be yourself and enjoy what you love, the right person will come around eventually."
"O-ok, I'll do my best!" Spas quickly finished off the last of her gnocchi and wine before stretching back in her chair to let her very full stomach relax.
"What about your sweet?" The lady asked stirring Spas from her repose.
"Oh, uh, right! What do you suggest?"
"Either the Tiramisu or the cannoli!"
"Hmm I don't know…"
"Both it is then!"
Spas' eyes widened. This was going to be a difficult trip back to her hotel.
Without the commander to help feed her, she had to do so herself. Bite after bite the richness of the cream and ricotta pushed her on till she was finally victorious.
Maybe the commander didn't mind her extra size, it was him who fed her when she was too full to move, it was him who kept authorizing for her increase in rations, it was him who gladly let her gorge herself instead of train. Maybe she shouldn't worry about her figure anymore, he certainly didn't seem to mind, why should she?
***
It was a long waddle back to her hotel, the wine and cobblestone streets didn't mix well and Spas took her time to not twist an ankle but eventually she made it. She went to bed with a full stomach and a happy heart. The kind old lady refused to let her pay and instead requested Spas to return the following day to learn from the best. Her mission could wait a little longer.
***
Chapter 2
Spas awoke with her head throbbing, she never drank alcohol on G&K premises so hangovers were somewhat of a rarity. Her tummy hurt a bit too from last night's stuffing but at least she was getting accustomed to that feeling.
"Oh come on Sabrina. What would the commander think?" Spas moaned as she held her aching head and stomach under the covers..
"Well, he did say I could indulge a bit so I guess he might not mind so much..." she grabbed at her plump love handles through her thin white nightgown and let out a sigh.
She had always loved food but had never been keen on gaining weight. Despite last night's pep talk with the older woman Gianna, it was going to be a hard thing to fully accept. Every year after new years since she had worked for Griffith, Spas made Commander Summers throw out all of her favorite snacks as an attempt to lose weight. But it never worked, her appetite and laziness were far too strong. She could always find more food.
Maybe a few extra pounds wouldn't hurt. Think about how much more you could eat.. and what if the commander really does like his women larger… Her mind started to wander as her pale face turned bright red.
Spas took a deep breath to calm down. "No, no. Focus. We have a job to do" She got out of bed and started to pace around her little room. "What do I need to do today? Well, I'll work for Gianna like I promised, then I'll rush back to the Target's hotel in the evening, if he leaves around the same time as yesterday it should work out." Spas grunted, her duty to her commander was important but a promise is a promise, besides she did want to learn, and eat. Mostly eat.
She got dressed in a more traditional fashion from yesterday. A white frilly blouse which amplified her already impressive bust, a brown corset to help keep her pudgy middle in check, a knee length frilly red skirt followed by jet black tights to better hide her wide ass and jiggling thighs. The buttons on her blouse were struggling but hopefully the frills kept that a secret. Spas hoped Gianna wouldn't request her to cover the rest of her exposed skin, her shoulders were one thing but the shelf her bare cleavage formed was large enough to comfortably place a burger or two.
With her hair all neatly done up in her usual pigtails and meandered off to Gianna's to begin her lessons.
On her way through the winding streets she couldn't help but nab a pastry or four. They all just smelled so good! Of course a cappuccino before breakfast was required as well.
"Ciao, ciao, Sabrina! How's my little meatball doing?! You made it home alright yes?" Chimed Gianna as she waved down the narrow alley
Spas scarfed down her last Sfogliatella and waved back. "Ciao Gianna! I'm fine, I'm fine! How are you today?"
"I'm wonderful dear! I hope you're hungry! I just finished a batch of Cornetti!"
"Sounds good! Where are they!?" Spas hurried over to the older woman who was holding a broom beneath the purple flowering vine above.
"Just inside cooling off, help yourself darling, I'll be there in a few, just gotta finish sweeping, this wisteria just keeps making a mess!"
"Sure you don't need a hand out here?"
"I'm not teaching you to sweep now am I? Now get in there and get something to eat! Don't worry about me!"
"Yes ma'am!" Spas shot back as she marched inside.
On the old table near the kitchen sat a tray of six perfect golden brown Cornetti. Spas devoured every single one. Their light flakey crust, their soft chewy interior. She swore they were sweeter than any French croissant, though she had never actually been to France herself to test. Savoring each was a difficult task for Spas, she narrowly resisted inhaling them all instantly. Though she still probably set some kind of land speed record.
Hardly a minute had passed as Gianna strolled in to witness Spas shoving the last pastry into her mouth. "Oh! Well, that's fine, plenty more where that came from." She mutterd to herself. Spas was too busy appreciating the layers upon layers of butter on her tongue to notice anyway. The old woman hoped at least one would survive. But no matter.
"You ready to cook properly dear?!" Gianna boomed, causing Spas to snap to attention.
"Absolutely!"
"Then grab that apron and let's get started!"
The next few hours were filled with lessons in pasta making, ravioli and most importantly, sauce making.
"A dish is never fully dressed without a proper sauce!" Reiterated Gianna
Red sauces, cream sauces, pesto and more, Spas was in heaven as she continuously sampled her handy work. Her military-like efficiency was perfect for working in a kitchen and Spas was happy to be taking orders again, especially when those orders resulted in more and more delicious food for her to gobble down. She was happy to learn the technique and tradition behind each dish, but she still preferred the eating portion of the lessons. In-between her many small meals Spas worked hard helping Gianna prep for the lunch rush and the night ahead occasionally tasting as she went.
Gianna was very pleased with how her young student was performing. Her passion for food was almost as astounding as her appetite. She had anticipated the young woman would want to taste each of the dishes she made, but she was continuously surprised to find the pale girl would not waste a single bite
Poor thing's probably just had a hard life. Gianna thought as she watched the busty beauty down yet another pot of heavy cream sauce.
What an understatement it was. Little did she know the cute hungry girl in front of her had thrown herself into harm's way for the sake of her friends and commander more times than any of them could count.
Gianna's husband Marco was a quiet one and focused more on the fish and meat dishes, despite his stoic demeanor he was eager to share his craft with some so passionate and hard working. It was also nice to have someone else take up some of the grunt work around the kitchen.
By mid day Spas was a culinary machine helping Gianna and Marco crank out pastries, pizza and pasta for both hungry patrons and herself for "quality assurance" of course.
Pizza was definitely a favorite of Spas, they were easy and fast but took a lot of practice to get just right. Spas soon had a dozen or so failed pies all to herself. Her bottomless belly couldn't be happier.
"Hey Gianna *chomp* I meant to tell you earlier *snarf* but I *Urp* need to head out around 7:00 if that's ok." Spas said as she scarfed down an entire small pizza folded into quarters as she stirred a pot of marinara.
How many pizzas even was that?! Dear God, this girl's gonna bankrupt me if she stays here more than a few days! This was a huge mistake. "T-that's fine honey, you've been a great help today!"
"If you want I can be back *slurp* same time tomorrow? Oh and you're out of Cola.. I'm sorry.."
"No, no, don't work about it dear, the syrup needed to be refilled on that machine anyway." It didn't "You've been lovely but I think I've taught you enough, go do whatever you need to do!"
"Yes ma'am!"
"Oh but don't be a stranger! Get that man you mentioned to bring you here on a date! I want to see him for myself!" He must be rich if he can keep a girl like that fed.
Gianna kissed her plump prodigy goodbye and wished her the best. She honestly did hope she found happiness but this girl would cost her a fortune if she stayed around any longer.
She waved her off as the young girl bounded down the alley. Gianna couldn't help but wonder how big the hungry young woman would be when they met again.
***
Spas sent off skipping towards the city center, her corset kept jiggling to a minimum but her large chest was still quite hypnotic. Running might have been a bit difficult for her but skipping a few blocks here and there was not a problem. Besides, Spas was in a good mood, her belly was full of delicious food and the praise she got from Gianna and Marco was simply wonderful.
It wasn't long before she made it to the large open square from yesterday. To pass the time Spas decided to try a few of the gelato vendors she had missed on her previous orbit around the old well.
As she was enjoying two triple stacked cones against the well, a sleek figure strode from the hotel on the far side of the square
Licking the melted gelato flowing down her arms she hurried after him.
It wasn't long before she watched as he walked into a lavishly decorated restaurant.
"Talk about discrete" Spas whispered.
Spas bit her tongue nervously. This was going to be expensive, not many restaurants kept their Michelin stars through the 3rd world war but this was definitely one of them.
While her head was concerned about her commander's wallet, her stomach was concerned about her capacity. She had been mindlessly stuffing herself all day and she was getting kinda full. But that wasn't going to stop her now.
There was no time to lose, her budget and tummy would have to face the consequences.
"Table for one please?"
"I'm sorry, do you have a reservation?"
Uh oh it's that kind of place..
"You know, a friend of mine just walked in, I think I'll just be joining them if that's alright."
"Oh! Of course, go right ahead Miss!"
Well that was easy. Now to find someone sitting alone..
It was dimly lit inside with cream white cloths adorning each of the small tables.
There's one! I hope this gamble works.
A young brunette sat in the corner facing away from the entrance. She was much larger than Spas or SAT8 for that matter, her generous rear seamed to engulf her poor chair as her thighs spilled off the sides.
"Hi I'm sorry to bother you but I couldn't help but notice you are alone as well! What do you say both of us share! You can call me Sabrina!"
The larger lady was about to say "no thanks" but Sabrina's friendly smile was impossible to resist.
"You know what? Sure! I could use someone to talk to. I'm Maire."
After the pleasantries were taken care of it was time to order
"I'll go with the 24 course chef's selection dinner!! What about you Sabrina? The fisherman's 10 course? The pasta 12 course? The 8 course Fall special looks good!"
Spas was distracted as she attempted to eavesdrop on her target's conversation across the room, her greedy stomach made the choice for her.
"Uh.. Everything.."
"I'm sorry miss, what was that? Do you mean all 44 courses?"
"Umm yeah..."
"Very well miss! I didn't realize we had a critic dining with us tonight! Your first course will be out shortly along with your wine. "
"Oh wow I didn't know you were a food critic! You must really love food!"
Spas chuckled, still only half paying attention. "You have no idea Maire."
As they ate Spas kept her ears fixed on her man but 5 courses in and he was still discussing mundane matters of business.
Lucky she had plenty of delicious food to keep her engaged. Rich creamy lobster bisque, foie gras, Spaghetti alla chitarra, tempura fried veggies and a local cheese sampler plate arranged in the most delicate way. The beautiful presentation was pointless however as it was all going to the same place; Spas' growing gut.
Course after course, dish after dish, Spas hungerly devoured each with gusto, occasionally taking breaks to try some of the best wine Italy had to offer.
Under her tight corset her soft belly had become taught as it accommodated all 24 plates of her first meal, but still more was coming, reaching behind, she hastily undid the first few ties of her corset letting her stuffed belly breath. Spas tried to pull her outfit down over her now exposed belly, but it only managed to reveal more of her plushie pale cleavage, glistening with sweat.
Red prawn pasta with fried squid, Brown butter Scampi with anchovies, shellfish risotto and a glass of champagne all poured into the plump T-doll.
Her plushie love handles had escaped the confines of her corset, now being pinched between the brown lether and the band of her red skirt. Something needed to give and the rest of her corset was the obvious choice. A sigh of relief washed over her as she removed the hindrance from around her middle.
Her belly now free to expand it comfortablely rested over the top of her skirt into her lap. A firm yet doughy potbelly lay hidden beneath the loose fitting leather garment.
Spas continued to mindlessly stuff her already full tummy till it hurt, but pain was nothing new for the battle hardened girl. Besides her stomach had a mind of its own, and it was hungry.
The courses kept coming and Spas kept eating till she was struggling for breath in between bites of cake.
"Wow, and I thought I liked food! You would love to travel with my employer, he always visits the best restaurants."
"Who's *huff* your employer Maire?"
"That fine older gentleman in the corner, Salvestro Vendetti. I'm just his accountant. We travel alot for business on his boat, ya' know, meeting with business partners and what not." The larger lady pointed at the very person Spas had been keeping an eye on all night! This could make things so much easier for the stuffed spy in training.
Thinking quickly Spas sensed an opportunity "Well *Urp* I've got nothing *Hep* better to do, would it be alright if I joined you for a bit on your adventures?"
"Well I'm sure it's fine, the bodyguards are always bringing on a few plus ones at every other town, it won't be too out of left field. But I do have one request."
"W-what?"
"Please join me at the restaurants we visit, I feel so awkward eating all alone!"
"I *Urg* can do that!" Spas smiled hiding a small burp. Despite her full stomach and fuller figure, she still needed more...
***
Chapter 3
The next morning Spas could barely move. Her bloated gut had changed little from yesterday, Instead of a taut sloshing beachball, it had softened to a jiggling pale mound around her middle.
She sunk a hand into her small doughy potbelly to assess the damage of yesterday's feast, descending about an inch before meeting any serious resistance. She was certainly getting softer.
"I guess I better get up if I'm going to meet Maria at the docks by 10, it might take a little longer than before.." She muttered massaging her sore tummy.
With a groan, the chubby T-doll slowly rolled her way out of the warm bed. Her thin white nightgown delicately held up the wobbling bowling balls on her chest and draped around her belly parting down the middle showing off her prominent navel.
"I better not have gained any weight..."
The short silver haired girl sat up on the side of her bed, her small round belly sitting comfortably in her wide lap. Her things had really plumped up without her realizing. They seemed to spread out on the bed like two white fluffy pillows smooshing together in the middle. Not wanting to be ignored, her gut gave a hearty growl.
"Oh who am I kidding. I'm hungry."
Stretching her soft arms overhead she stood up with a bounce, the melons on her chest bobbing a bit longer then the rest of her. They had always been a defining feature of hers. Spas had long joked that everything she ate went straight to her breasts, it was probably true considering their size but it appeared the rest of her body was trying to catch up!
"Oh well, I just hope I don't outgrow my clothes. The commander was right, I needed a shopping trip, maybe he can take me on one when I get back!"
Her favorite navy blue dress still fit fine, despite her enormous chest wanting to pop out of it's blousy imprisonment and her belly stretching out the middle. The once flowy dress was becoming more of a skin tight tube dress, showing off the exceptional fullness of her rear, hips and the other curves it clung to. It at least was still plenty loose around her knees but her large rump and stomach were too good at making themselves known.
After her bags were packed and her pigtails tied she hurried off to the port jiggling all the way.
"Oh I hope the boat has food, I'm starving! Some snacks should be fine but…"
Spas was at a loss for words at what lay before her wide red eyes. A yacht that would dwarf the cruise ships of old sat towering in the harbor. This port was clearly never meant to moor a ship of this scale but yet here it was, it had to be Sevestro's.
Sure enough, Maria was there waiting, her rotund figure restrained by her Navy blue secretary suit.
"Welcome Sabrina! So glad you made it! Oh it'll be so nice to have another woman aboard that I can talk to! Did you find the boat alright?" The brunette said with a smile.
"You call that a boat?! I guess I could get used to it. Is there anything to eat?"
"Haha of course! Let me show you Are you hungry?"
"Always." Her red eyes glowed with excitement.
"Uh ok, well I'll show you the galley first."
As they entered the galley the massive glass window covering the back of the dining area was the first thing most people noticed. Some, the fact the ceiling exponentially swooped up to levels of a great concert hall. Others the two kitchens flanking the hall with a solid marble bar in front of each accented with real gold. But Spas was almost drooling over the buffet in the middle of the room the second they walked in.
To be fair, it was a nice buffet, nothing like you'd find in a normal hotel, this had every breakfast food you could imagine: pancakes, waffles, Croque monsieur, biscuits, scones, French toast, eggs, bacon, and more, all neatly kept in silver and gold warming trays.
"I need food…" Spas whispered, intoxicated by the beauty of it all.
"Ok! Let's take that empty table near the ham!"
The two hungry girls filled their plates with as much as they could and drowned the mountain of carbs in butter and syrup before shuffling off to their table.
"So Sabrina. Are you an A-doll by chance?"
Spas was busy trying to scarf down nearly a quarter of her stack of pancakes in one forkful.
"Uh, *Om* yeah.. *gulp* what makes you say that?
"Well the glowing red eyes kinda have it away, sorry I won't tell anyone, but you should be careful about that, people might think you're a T-doll!"
"I-is that bad?" Spas gulped down a mouthful of extra thick French toast nervously.
"Well the Boss is an international arms dealer, he's got a number of… adversaries around the world. That's why most people don't even know he exists! He's pretty discreteet all things considered."
"Yeah… I *scarf* can tell…" Spas looked up at the giant crystal chandelier above and took another bite of her syrup soaked pancake tower.
"Anyway, no unauthorized weapons are allowed on board, and that includes T-dolls."
"So *munch* wah abow A-dolls?" Spas asked, taking a huge bite of a Monte Cristo sandwich.
"We use a number of A-dolls for menial tasks like cleaning and maintenance so it's not a big deal. They're relatively harmless."
"Oh, ok then." Spas chewed a little slower, she was a little uneasy for a number of reasons. Maybe some more food would take her mind off things, she had almost finished her plate anyway.
The busty silver haired girl shoved the last of her sandwich into her soft round face and patted her soft middle.
"I'm gonna get some more, you want anything?"
"No thanks! I've hardly touched what I already have!"
Spas returned with a couple plates this time. One; a tower of waffles, whipped cream, chocolate fudge sauce, and strawberries doused in more butter and syrup. The other, a near overflowing assortment of savory dishes, eggs, ham, bacon, several different types of breakfast sausage, what appeared to be a corned beef hash and finally a few biscuits drenched in thick gravy. Her eyes had always been bigger than her stomach, but her stomach was already pretty big, and now it was only going to get bigger.
That first plate was clearly just an appetizer for the growing girl. She vigorously devoured the mountains of food in front of her, subtly adding to her own pillowy mountain in the process. Her pot belly once again filled out under her dress, stretching the tight blue fabric. There was much less talking this round, Spas was caught in a sweet vs savory loop and was not so easily distracted from such important matters. Occasionally Maria would ask the hungry girl a question, but she would only receive answers in the form of grunts and nods. Food was her priority. Spas was beginning to feel full but there was still plenty of food in front of her, but true to her gluttonous nature, she kept eating.
And eating.
And eating...
Spas huffed and puffed between bites, her large sweaty bust rising and falling with each labored breath. She had so missed the hardy breakfasts of G&K, or at least the ones SAT8, Springfield, and the Commander made for her.
Stretching her dress to its limits, her engorged belly began to fill out over her lap, lucky her wide thighs were certainly enough to accommodate the beach ball sized belly. The fabric binding her expanding gut wasn't infinite of course, it was constantly pulling her dress down revealing more of her pale orbs. Not enough for a full wardrobe malfunction, but close. Her dress came up a bit too, now more or less a skirt then a dress.
Another few waffles down, then back to the juicy meat, then back to the carbs and sugar. More. More. More. It was all so good! She just needed more...
Finishing off the biscuits and gravy on the savory plate caused Spas to slow. Like her dress, her belly was reaching its limits. With every labored breath her body jiggled causing her to understand just how full she was. Spas adjusted her legs to make space for her bloated gut but there wasn't any space left on her chair! The underside of her squishy legs were already spilling over the edges, not by a lot, but it was noticeable. Scooting back didn't achieve much either, other than digging the back supports deeper into her voluptuous cheeks. Despite her predicament, she continued to eat, stuffing her face with waffle after waffle till the stack finally came to an end, Spas slid back in her chair victorious as she shoved one last strawberry onto her mouth.
"Is *Urp* anything I missed?"
Maria was stunned at the display but also enthralled by her new friend's appetite.
"Well if you're still hungry there's a lot more than what they have out on the buffet! You just have to order! The smoked salmon benedict is exceptional!"
"Oooo *Erp* I like the sound of that! *Hep* I-I'll take it!"
"You sure? We still have a lot of the ship to explore. You can always come back whenever you want to."
"Oh, *huff* I guess so..." Breathed Spas, a little bummed but intrigued by the prospect of more.
Prying her shapely rump from its seat Spas waddled along behind the larger woman. Maria moved well for someone so wide. Her bulging hips and thighs dug into her secretaries skirt which was clearly a few sizes too small. Working for such a wealthy man like Sevestro had clearly caused her to plump up significantly with the lavishness of daily life. Spas was certainly a little jealous, to be surrounded by so much delicious food day in and day out, she could only dream. Maybe she could talk to Commander Summers about installing a buffet in G&K when she got back?
"So where are we sailing Maria?"
"Well we were just in Turkey and Greece a few weeks ago so we'll be heading for West Germany next! After that we'll sail on back to Italy."
That would certainly be quite the voyage. Luckily there were plenty of delicious things to eat along the way. Maria showed Spas to her room and a few of her favorite spots on board. The movie theater and nightclub were interesting but the sun deck and pool certainly caught her interest. Well not so much the pool, Spas didn't intend to work out anymore then she needed to, but the deck was covered in comfortable lounge chairs and umbrellas. Most important however was the Tiki bar in the middle of it all, smells of BBQ pork and pineapple filled the open air. This place was almost as perfect as the galley!
"I'll be working with the boss most of the time, he doesn't like to leave his quarters much but you'll see him when we stop for dinner on land. Of course I'll bug you whenever I want to complain to a fellow woman. We should be in Greece in a few days, so feel free to relax till then, ok!"
"Ok! I think I'll get settled into my room down below but I'll see you later!"
The two chubby girls went their separate ways as Spas took care of unpacking.
***
Spas' tight dress was only causing her trouble so naturally she changed into something more comfortable. It wasn't easy, getting the fitted waist up and over her bloated belly was no walk in the park. She pulled and pulled and finally her round tummy bounced free slapping against her lap.
"Oh! *Huff* I-I guess I might have put on a little weight. *Hurp* T-that's ok..."
Sitting on her bed in black and purple lingerie, she carefully massaged her taut round belly. Running her hands back and forth along the sides which flowed into her love handles. Under, over, around, and back, again and again till the pressure subsided somewhat.
"I miss the commander." She muttered as she looked down at her bulging middle in need of more bellyrubs.
"I miss everyone." She thought there on her bed for a good minute.
She needed some ice cream, a tub of ice cream. The kind she would eat while watching movies with Commander Summers or the girls. Those 1.5 quart containers that were so hard to find nowadays. That was just what she needed. That would make her feel better.
"Hi room service? I'm in room 416, could I get a tub of double chocolate chunk salted caramel ice cream? A big one, biggest you got. Thanks!"
A few more minutes past before Spas was greeted by a member of the kitchen staff pushing a utility cart.
"Oh right.. Commercial kitchen…"
Instead of the small yet formidable container she envisioned, the cart before her held an industrial drum of some of the richest ice cream around.
"This is the largest tub we have miss. You better take care of it soon unless you want to piss off the cleaning crew."
"Uh, yeah, no problem…"
The clean shaven young man heaved the massive drum off his cart and onto the floor in front of Spas who stood in the doorway still only wearing her black lingerie and a formidable pot belly.
"Well, uh, thank you! I really appreciate it!"
"Yeah whatever. Enjoy and all that."
Once he was out of sight Spas effortlessly carried the giant drum to her bed. This was going to be a challenge, and Spas was up for it. She pried off the lid and stared into the vat of chocolate, caramel and cream.
A few minutes of Spas shoveling the rich concoction down her throat caused little change in the overall volume; there was still so much, and worse yet it was beginning to melt! Thinking quickly and with a little giddy excitement, Spas lifted up the drum and let it pour into her awaiting mouth. Gallon after gallon trickled down, filling her already full stomach, causing it to stretch and expand yet again.
Whenever she felt the pressure in her tummy was becoming too much, the queen of gluttony simply leaned further back onto her bed. This maneuver may have eliminated some pressure, but it only increased the flow exponentially. Soon it was more like a thick river which rushed into her. Spas was enjoying every second of it, while her mouth was open the dimples on her face made it clear she was smiling, happy beyond belief. Small squeals of pleasure occasionally escaped her open throat but most were drowned out by the sheer volume of ice cream.
She laid motionless for a while, eyes closed, simply enjoying the feeling of being so incredibly stuffed. If only Commander Summers was here to tuck her in and clean her sticky face. She slowly faded to sleep with him on her mind.
***
"Are you sure she's going to be alright?" Cried a curvy green eyed girl.
"Springfield, I understand your concern, but it's under control. Spas was refitted with a long range tracking beacon that she can activate when she's in danger. She'll take as long as she needs to do her job and I have complete faith in her to do just that. Understood?"
"Y-yes commander Summers. I understand. I've just been so worried.."
"Me too. I might not show it but I miss her more than you know. I. I just wish I said something sooner…" The strong jawed man looked down from the auburn beauty to his desk, resting his chin on his gloved hands.
"Commander?! She's coming back right?!"
"Of course, of course! Don't you worry about that! This is just a personal matter! I apologize for the confusion."
"Personal matter? Oh! Do you plan on Oath-"
"Thank you Springfield! That will be all! I'm sure commander Dawson is waiting for you in the cafe."
"I see! Well if you want to talk about it another time I'm sure I can be of assistance. Good day commander!"
Her curvy hips swayed as she stepped out the door. Her skin tight denim jeans barely contained her round shapely ass. The American T-doll had noticeably started to put on weight since they last talked. Perhaps things with her and Dawson really were going well. The thought only made him miss his shotgun more.
This would be the last time he asked for her to put herself in harm's way, she deserved better.
***
The next day they were on their way to the Atlantic.
With her straw hat, dark sunglasses, red and white string bikini; Spas relaxed on the sun deck, living large and growing larger. Constantly attended to by a never ending stream of wait staff determined to keep her drink and belly full. Snacks and hors d'oeuvres of all sorts surrounded her at all times as she took in the Mediterranean sun. She couldn't tan, but it felt nice all the same.
Of course snacks weren't going to properly fill the gluttonous girl, she would occasionally wander on down to the galley to give herself a proper stuffing at the buffet. Then haul her engorged belly back to the deck for more snacks and relaxation.
" Hey Sabrina. I know it's been a few days but the captain mentioned we'll be staying in the Mediterranean a little longer than anticipated, there's a storm forming to the west so it might be a while till we're back on land. You ok with that?"
*Scarf* "I guess so…" Spas said with her mouth full of pasta. Dinner that night featured Italian cuisine, a favorite of Spas. Much to her dismay, tonight there was no buffet, just to order, but as long as it was on the menu Spas would order it so it made little difference.
"I'm glad you understand! Not all of our guests are as considerate."
"Oh" *Stuff* This was her fifth dish of the night and Spas was still going strong. Her pilowy pot belly was getting used to being stuffed with such rich food on a regular basis, stretching a little larger and larger to accommodate her next meal, it was finally becoming a permanent fixture. Lounging around on her butt all day had done wonders for her rear. Her already wide apple shaped ass only managed to fill out the more she ate, still maintaining it's firm perky look, it appeared round from almost every angle.
The extra padding helped it jiggle with every motion, intentional or not, her cheeks swaying back and forth like the tides with every step, hypnotizing any who watched. Her ample behind would even distract from the tree trunks that were her thighs. Full and firm, soft and squishy, they wobbled just beneath, like glorious pale pillows awaiting the tired head of her Commander.
Her chest had started to see it's fair share of growth as well, much to the busty girl's delight. Even from behind one could get an eyeful of sideboob if she stretched her soft arms overhead. The square cleavage window of her swimsuit was stretched open for all to see. UMP45 would certainly be infuriated if she saw how well endowed Spas had become! Maybe some of the thinner girls would finally stop making fun of her weight. The thought made her smile. Out growing her last bra was a bit of a disappointment however, but at least her swimsuit still fit.
After a few days of non-stop indulgence, the only thing that seemed to fit comfortably was her favorite summer fruit bikini. It wasn't a problem for her as she wasn't trying to impress anyone, Spas just wanted to eat and relax. Besides, with less resistance on her bloated belly, all of her stuffing sessions were much more comfortable.
"Oh! You have to try the lasagnas next Sabrina!"
"I love lasagna! Let's get one to share!"
"Sure! But I should warn you, we have multiple different lasagnas!"
"I think we'll manage" Spas leaned back in her chair, squishing her soft round tummy from both sides. There was plenty of room in there somewhere.
"Fair point. Waiter!!"
***
Chapter 4
The two women continued their banter between mouthfuls of bread and wine. Maria complained endlessly about the little annoyances of her work as Spas listened patiently and ate. While most would simply roll their eyes at such rants, Spas genuinely listened. Her big red eyes emanated only kindness and understanding. There was a reason she was so good as a T-doll, she wanted to help people. Whether that was taking heavy fire in the front lines or listening to someone's troubles while eating. Though she was certainly preferring the latter.
"Whew, anyway I gotta use the ladies room. Feel free to start without me, I won't be long!"
"O-ok!" Spas sang, mouth still full of bread
Of course, the moment Maria's wide figure wobbled out of view, the waiter arrived with a cart of three piping hot lasagnas, one pesto, one meat, and one vegetable. It was clear they were meant to be shared by at least 6 people, but of course that didn't intimidate Spas. She dove into the sea of cheese and sauce spoon in hand, only managing a few delicate bites before she started to drip a little on her very exposed cleavage. Spas ate like she hadn't eaten in weeks, managing to scarf down an entire lasagna within minutes. Without anyone else to tell her to slow down, the hungry girl started on the next.
By the time Maria wattled back, Spas was already almost done with the last lasagna. Spas was in a bit of a trance and hardly noticed her friend's return. Maria on the other hand didn't mind letting her gluttonous new friend stuff herself with enough to feed entire villages, she had been the largest woman on the ship for too long, if this new girl was going to surpass her then that's just fine.
"Oh, *Huff* sorry Maria… I *Huff* didn't leave much for you…"
"Don't worry about it! We can always get more! Oh waiter!"
"I-I think I should stop *Huff* while I can still walk away *Puff* It was really good though!"
"Nonsense! I'm certain you'll be just as hungry when the next three arrive! Now have some more wine!"
Maria was right, after a short break and a few more glasses of wine, the silver haired glutton managed to down three more large lasagnas minus a single small piece from each, the larger lady couldn't resist a little taste.
"Oh *Erp* t-that was *Hep* sooooo good Maria! I couldn't eat another bite! Think the staff could carry me-"
"Don't forget about desert Sabrina! Tonight there's a chocolate lava cake, a Pumpkin-Gingersnap Tiramisù, Honey Mascarpone, peach tart, and Stracciatella Gelato! Who knows what they'll have tomorrow!?"
"Oh my! *Huff* you're totally right! We have to try them before they're gone!"
Spas didn't just try each dessert on the nights menu of course, once she started there was no stopping her ravenous appetite. One after another, each rich and fattening dish found its way into the mouth of the hungry girl. She truly pushed herself to her utmost limits tonight, after the last bite of sweet fudgy chocolate cake the busty half naked girl fell into a deep food coma. Her hands, along with her breasts, rested carefully atop her pale engorged gut.
As she was cared to her room, her mind danced with the thought of more. More cake, more pasta, more wine, more meat, more more more. In her dream she swelled larger and larger as an infinite supply of delicious food poured into her at a staggering pace. Her belly surged forward, her rear flopped back, her arms disappeared into the sea of blubber that was herself. She outgrew the dining hall, then the ship, then the town. More, More, MORE! Then she woke up in bed. Back to another day of relaxation and gluttony.
***
Spas was in heaven, but the daily onslaught of new and delicious things to try was hell on her waistline. After another filling breakfast she found a perfect place for her ample behind on the sun deck overlooking the pool. The lounge chairs were plenty long but her fluffy hips and thick thighs were just starting to spill over the sides like bread left too long to rise in a loaf pan. Her signature red and white bikini dug deep into her soft pillowy exterior yet Spas ignored all of this and continued to enjoy her small colorful drink.
"Could I get a refill on my Mai Tai? And while you're at it could I get a dozen of those pulled pork sliders? Oh, and maybe a couple fish tacos! W-with a side of sweet potato fries!!" Spas was already salivating.
"Of course miss! I'll take that glass for you and have that right out!" The cheery waiter sang, his white slacks were blinding in the morning sun.
It was another beautiful day on the Atlantic. Her soft stomach growled, it had been a couple hours since breakfast so of course it was time for a light snack. She couldn't help but think of her friends and what they were missing. There was so much more to the world then the wastelands of the Ukraine, so much more than the never ending war against the rogue AI mastermind running Sangvis. If it wasn't for Commander Summers cheerful leadership giving them a taste of what life could be outside of their depressing bubble… Spas didn't want to think about it, so many good dolls were chewed up by that futile metal grinder every day it made her sick, at least Summers tried to think of unique and novel ways to deal with Sangvis.
"Here's your Mai Tai Miss, sorry about the wait. Your food will be out monetarily."
"Oh! Thanks! It's ok, don't rush yourself!" Spas put her drink to her lips and good a long sip, she certainly practiced what she preached.
The young man looked quisitively at the flabby sunbather and laughed. "That's gotta be the first time I've ever been told to go slower on this job!"
"R-really?" Spas sputtered into her drink.
"Ma'am I'll try, let me know if you need anything else, you've been a real treat." He chuckled striding toward the Tiki bar.
"O-oh, ok… Ah! Could I get some coconut prawns?!"
"You got it!!" He shouted across the rows of empty chairs.
"Yeah I could get used to this." She took another long sip. "No, I earned this." Spas looked down at her enormous pale breasts and rotund belly glistening in the sun. "I-I deserve to indulge." She ran her hand over her soft round tummy. "A-and that's ok." Her stomach rumbled like the ocean.
"Your food ma'am."
"Oooooo yum! I'm starving!" The scent of grilled pineapple and BBQ pork filled the air as a silver cart wheeled besides her.
"What would you like to start with today miss?"
"How about the coconut prawns? Those are freshly caught right?"
"Of course! Only the best for our guests! Shall I feed them to you?"
"Oh! Uh, sure. If it's not too much to ask.."
"Not at all! We do this quite often for a number of other guests. Now open up, you have a lot to get through before your lunch with miss Maria!"
Yeah. Spas thought, biting into the golden deep-fried prawn dangling in front of her chubby chin. This is very ok...
***
The next morning they finally made it to the mouth of the Rhine. While many of the larger inland cities were either destroyed or severely altered, the small towns along the river were able to adapt and thrive despite the chaos of recent years.
The dining hall was almost empty except for a couple staff members eating quietly in the corners and those manning the buffet and kitchens. Most were busy preparing for the upcoming lunch rush, but a few were still attending to a pair of gluttons near the buffet who had been there since the beginning of breakfast.
"Hey Sabrina, now that we'll be heading upriver so we have a lot more opportunities to stop and explore on land! There's a bunch of great beer gardens in every town. We can get local food for lunch and go shopping!" Maria said as she sat across from Spas who was busy shoveling down a third stack of pancakes.
"*Mmmph* H-hold on. *Hmph* A ship this big can make it up the Rhine river?" Spas' wide red eyes looked befuddled, crumbs slowly falling from her soft face as her head tilted slightly.
"Oh yeah, it's a lot deeper than it was a hundred years ago, to keep trade at a sustainable level, they dredged the river to make room for larger and larger ships, we'll be fine."
Upon her question being answered Spas broke eye contact and quickly resumed eating the last of her pancakes and bacon.
"*Mmphuff* Well as long as there's *Huff* food! I'm hungry!" As she finished everything on her plates Spas proudly bounced in her chair with her hands on her wide hips causing everything to jiggle softly. her belly may have been full, but she still needed more.
"Great! It'll take about a week till we get to the bosses meeting, even with the delays we have plenty of time to enjoy ourselves!"
"Yummmm.." Spas' eyes glazed over as she rubbed her exposed belly. All she could think of was food. "When do we start? T-to eat?" She asked as her attention faded back. Her big eyes looked up at Maria like a starving puppy.
"Umm well we should be in the Netherlands by lunchtime if you want to grab a bite to eat there!"
"Yes *Heff~* Please!"
***
Rain pidderd down from the light gray sky, rolling down the ornate gables that decorated the old skyline. Two women walked alone under gunmetal gray umbrellas flanked by narrow multi story brick buildings on one side and a quiet canal on the other. While a single blade of grass would have trouble fitting between any two, the style of each structure varied greatly, some were dark, some were light, some were red, some were white, and that ignored the minor details that made each unique. At only five stories they seemed much taller than they were, their narrow face appeared to have been stretched like taffy. Scents of the sea, chocolate, and fresh waffles intoxicated at least one of the two women, but both were on the hunt for something sweet.
"Where in God's name are those waffles!?" Spas held her nose high under her umbrella. "They have to be around here somewhere! Ugh, where is everyone?"
"Waffles? Sure you're not thinking about Belgium?"
"No, I smell waffles, I'm sure of it. And... caramel! Mmmm... B-but where?!"
"Well there's not exactly a booming tourist market anymore, a lot of places have closed due to lack of demand-"
"Well let's give them a reason to stay in business! I'm starving!" The silver haired girl trudged on in her Navy blue dress eager for sweets with Maria following close behind.
Spas was a bloodhound when it came to food. No matter how hard her fellow T-dolls tried there was no hiding rations from the gluttonous girl.
Her pigtails and breasts bounced as she hurried toward the wonderful smells over stone bridges and narrow corridors. While Spas was busy filling out in every direction, Maria was now nearly as wide as she was tall and her enormous hips found themselves comfortably sandwiched between many of the narrow allies. Though with Spas' help the brown haired secretary was quickly freed with a satisfying *Pop!*. Down the alleys they went, a Misty rain clouding the clean air but full of pep and pancakes, the short haired T-doll eagerly hunted her next meal.
"Come on come on! Just around this corner!" She beckoned the wider woman on with hardly a glance.
"S-Sabrina! *Huff* slow down girl!" Maria breathed. Her legs were large but they were certainly not nimble. Her small skirt scraped against both sides of the passage as she wobbled along, trying to keep her balance on the chaotic cobblestone below.
Much to her dismay, Spas didn't slow down, not until the two out of shape ladies popped into a small courtyard filled with vendors serving up all kinds of delicious concoctions.
"See! Look! Waffles! I knew it! And, oh! Are those mini pancakes?! Gimme!" The hungry girl's eyes sparkled with joy, piles of hundreds, if not thousands of handmade caramel Stroopwafels lay in the stall before her. Right beside was a stand which was cranking out coin size pancakes adorned with plenty of powdered sugar syrup and Nutella. This was the smell Spas had followed, and it was about time too.
"I-I'll take everything p-please!" Her drool could be overlooked in the rain, but the large growl that emanated from her bulging belly was unmistakable. There was hardly enough time for the poor man working the waffle iron to respond before Spas was stuffing her face with sugary treats. Maria, still winded, swiftly payed for everything and more as the busty girl ate. Admiring the site for a few seconds, the pear-shaped woman caught her breath and grabbed her phone.
"Hi yeah this is Maria, could you send a couple guards? No, no, everything's fine, but I think someone's gonna need to be carried back…"
***
The trend continued over the next few days as Spas devoured her way up the river. Every new place offered new and exciting food for the greedy girl to consume. By Germany it was time to go clothes shopping. Her once flowing blue dress was now merely a shirt that hardly covered her growing rear end and massive breasts, though her belly was certainly taking up most of the fabric. No longer just a potbelly, the hungry girl's middle was filling out fast, combining her squishy love handles into one massive flab circumnavigating her waist. Though it was hardly ever flabby, her constant stuffing left it taught, round and full.
Spas however didn't seem to mind, in fact she took it rather well! Of course being constantly infatuated with new and delicious things to try left little room for other thoughts.
While munching on a giant pretzel Spas picked out a traditional German dirndl dress that somehow managed to make her chest appear even larger than before. Pressed up in a white blouse they bounced and bobbed as she helped herself to liter after liter of beer. Despite her formidable tummy, the outfit brought in her gut a little and helped accentuate her wide feminine hips to their fullest. The rest of the dress flowed freely around her knees, held up by her shapely rump.
"*Pshaaa* Wow the beer here is so good!!
"Well they do have a few centuries of experience! Plus each town has their own unique style so we have to try them all!"
"Oh *Burp* Wonderful!" Spas cried in a giddy haze.
Town after town they stopped to drink and feast. Spas looked to be growing by the hour, though it could very well have been the liters of liquid carbs she was constantly consuming.
Another short shopping spree punctuated with ice cream, gelato, pretzels, bratwurst and more. The two chubby women enjoyed a hearty meal and a few liters of beer at the local Bier Gärten, then returned to the boat to repeat the cycle again.
"Oh and if you think this is good just wait till you try the Schweinshaxe! It's a massive roast pork shank on a bed of mashed potatoes covered in gravy! Oh and the Spaetzle here has way more bacon and cheese then the last Gärten! When you're done with that Hellas beer you have to try the Dunkel, It's way maltier than the Dunkel at the first town!"
"*Huff* Can't *Urpp* talk *Scarf* must *mmph* eat."
"Oh right, I'll just order it for you! Care to finish my beer and schnitzel? I don't think I can.."
Two silver bouncing pigtails were enough of an answer for Maria. Spas was clearly too busy to talk.
"Thanks Sabrina! Entschuldigung! Herr Ober!"
As Maria placed the order for more, Spas continued to engulf her food at lightning speed. Beer, meat, bread. Bread, meat, beer. It was all so good.
This is it. This was all she wanted. To eat. To eat and be happy. Was that too much to ask? If only Commander Summers were here to help her, too feed her, to carry her. Then it would be perfect. But this was good. So good. She needed more.
***
Spas was struggling to move anymore than was necessary. Her bloated belly sloshed and jiggled with every motion of the ship causing her to wince with pain and pleasure. Her new dress was already struggling to accommodate the rotund girth of her middle while her milky white cleavage was on full display, only enhanced by the frilly blouse. Luckily there were still plenty of snacks and hors d'oeuvres for her to mindlessly munch on while they sailed up river to her next feast.
"So Maria *Munch* will the boss be joining us by any chance?"
"Well not really. He has a meeting with some Private Military Contractors tomorrow night, but I was hoping we could enjoy the local wine festival instead. Doesn't that sound like fun!"
"Yeah… W-wine?"
"Well they make more than just beer here ya'know! There'll be plenty of food and drinks to keep even you satisfied, so don't worry about that!"
"Oh, well, yeah.. That does sound like fun… c-could we do b-both?"
"You know you'll fill up if we go to the restaurant first,
"I-I can hold back! *Scarf*"
"Sure you can, and my ass will still fit in jeans, but we both know that's gonna happen."
"*Mmph* P-please?"
"Ok fine, you are quite the glutton."
"I-I won't let you down!" Spas cheered as she stuffed another tart into her mouth.
***
"Oh come on! Fit damn you!! God this is the last time I let someone else do my laundry!" The chubby pale girl was struggling with her favorite blue sundress alone in her room after another hardy breakfast. The blouse at least managed to contain her melon sized breasts but just beneath was an even greater challenge.
"Oof, why… can't… I...
Clearly it wasn't her fault! Room service must have run it through the dryer one too many times when she wasn't looking! There was no way she could have gained that much weight in only a few weeks! She let go of her dress and focused on her round figure.
"I-I'm not that big a-am I?!" Wide red eyes fixed themselves on the soft mass protruding under her breasts, frozen in place and paler than usual, Spas nervously poked and prodded her doughy middle which was still full from breakfast. "M-maybe I'm just really bloated? Y-yeah…" She grabbed small handfuls of fat along each side,
"I guess I have gotten a little fa-luffy haha..ha.." Her nervous laughter echoed hollow in her empty room. She wasn't fat! J-just a bit fluffy! Yeah! There was nothing wrong with that!
A tumultuous gurgling echoed even louder than her busy thoughts. Her belly was hungry. She was hungry... "*Gasp* it's almost lunch time!" Thinking quickly she forced the far too small garment down over her bloated belly just covering her prominently featured belly button, but little more, and rushed to meet her friend for another fulfilling day.
***
Chapter 5
Spas' blue dress strained around her middle as she licked her greasy lips savoring the flavor of the strange sandwich. She held it carefully above her glowing pale breasts, tightly packed in a white blouse, they created a dangerous canyon which small bits of food could easily become lost. But Spas was determined to make sure every bite ended up in her mouth though her belly would eventually bear the brunt of damage. Already round and full, the wobbling mound stretched in front of her gurgling and churning with her recent feast from the local Bier Gärten.
"Too spicy?" A friendly voice teased. Maria placed her arms atop her gargantuan hips and a smirk arose on her relatively thin face. Her black and white striped secretaries suit, once clean and spotless that morning, had accumulated a small splattering of mustard, wine and red sauce from the day's recent lunch. Her simple yet stylish glasses caught the afternoon sun as it glinted off the river Rhine just a few meters from the food stalls they were currently cleaning out.
"*Mmmph* Spicy?! Do you know who you're talking to?! Nothing is too spicy for this doll! I-I've just never had one of these before… what are they called again?" Spas tilted her head letting her silver pigtails flop around her head like the oversized ears of a Basset Hound before casually taking another bite absentmindedly.
"Döner Kebab! How have you never eaten one?! They're everywhere!"
"I… Uuh… Don't get out much…"
"I'll say. You got a lot of culinary catching up to do girlfriend! Come! There's another Kebab place just around the corner that deep fries em'!"
"Oh!? *Burp* O-ok! Lemme get just one more! For the road!"
***
Once again, two stuffed gluttons sat lounging atop the sun deck as the mega yacht sailed up river. Another day, another meal, another immobilizing feast. This had been the pattern for some time now, the river was long and the ship slow so indulgence was inevitable. Well at least two of the ship's passengers seemed to be making the most out of their luxurious trip.
Bloated and exhausted, Spas and Maria took in the afternoon sun doing their best to avoid moving as much as possible. Even the subtle vibrations from the ship's massive engines many decks below caused mild discomfort for the two engorged girls.
"You *Hicc* still wanna go to the restaurant tonight Sabrina? I-I really think we should cut back a little for dinner tonight, we've been eating an awful lot the past few days and the *Oof* wine festival should be plenty-"
"B-both! *Huff* We can do both! *Phew*" Spas was full, there was no question about that. But listening in to Salvestro was the whole reason she was here. The food and friends were just a bonus. "If you want *Heff* we can go to the festival first! I-I know that's more important to you… and we can always go back when it gets dark!"
"I-I'd appreciate that, *Huff* thank you Sabrina." Maria rubbed her taut stomach under her blouse.
***
The sun was just just starting to fall in the orange sky. A warm wind flowed into the river valley from the land above. All the while a massive ship chugged up the tranquil water
All the while Spas and Maria sat in the  nearly empty dining hall as Spas finished her fourth parfait. It was delicious, rich and sweet, perfect for a pre-dinner snack.
"I still think you should have saved your appetite for later. You can always get a parfait whenever." Maria was becoming a bit frustrated, she had been looking forward to spending some time at the festival with someone else for some time now but the girl she had picked up in Italy seemed to only care about one thing: Food. That couldn't be the real issue though, she loved food too in fact she was ecstatic to finally share her indulgences with someone else. But Sabrina was different. This girl, or A-doll, or whatever, ONLY cared about food. At least so it seemed.
"I-I'll be fine! Really! This is just a light snack! I-I don't want to drink too much on an empty stomach ya-know! Spas rubbed her bulging stomach to show just how empty the poor gut was, a loud gurgling echoed from the soft orb. "See?! Completely empty! I'm gonna grab a couple pastries! Do you want anything?" Her soft round face was impossible to say no to, Maria was still a bit full from lunch and wanted to eat as much as she could during the fair, but it looked like her stuffing was about to start early. "You know what? Sure! Why not?! Our baker Théo was one of the best of all Brittany! Grab a couple of those Kouign-amann things! They're basically just butter and sugar so you know they're gonna be good!"
"Yum! Sounds great!" Spas called from across the room. How on Earth can she move so fast with a belly that big?! Despite the round jiggling mass beneath her dress Spas could still perform explosive bursts of power when she chose to. She wasn't going to be winning any long distance or agility competitions anytime soon, her meaty thighs and lack of training had seen to that long ago. Maria marveled at her friend's magnificent figure. She could hardly believe how much this girl had gained in the past month. When they had met back in Italy Sabrina was only starting to push the limits of chubby, probably around 170 lbs with most of it on her chest. But now she must have been easily 200 if not more. She definitely carried it well for someone 5'5". Maria thought to herself as she ran a hand over her struggling suit, despite her modest belly beneath, the buttons on her white blouse were clearly not going to last much longer, maybe not even the night…
***
After a light snack composed of a dozen or so rich buttery delights, Spas was eager to hit the town. Maria was as well, but after five or six of the fattening treats she was feeling a little sluggish. Of course that wouldn't stop the gluttonous pair as they devoured everything in sight. Well Maria more or less sampled, understanding just how much there was to eat across the town. Spas on the other hand, ate like her life depended on it. Fresh sausages, four to five in a roll, breads of all kinds and cheeses to match, but most of all; wine. Plenty of wine helped both of them wash down the food all the while letting them relax and forget about their stuffed tummies.
"*Mmmph* I- *Huff* swear these Dörners get sooo much better after a couple bottles of wine. *Mmm~* W-what do you think Maria?"
"Well they better be we still need to get to the restaurant in 30 min if we're going to make the reservation!"
""Oh shoot! You're right! But we still have so much to try!"
"We can always come back later tonight! B-but grab a few more Dörners, you'll need as many carbs and fats as possible if we want you to sober up quickly!"
"Yes command- ma'am!"
***
That was close, too close, maybe all this alcohol wasn't the best idea considering the mission at hand. God! What idiot made me capable of getting drunk?! She let a hand trace her growing curves starting from the shelf created by her breasts. These are fine... I guess my maker wasn't a complete idiot. Her hand stopped under the apron of her belly. If you just eat more it won't affect you… Oh… Oh! Of course! The answer was so obvious! Just eat… Just eat. Now THAT'S a plan. Commander Summers would certainly be proud of her problem solving .
***
The town was divided in two, a flat half which contained most of the festival, and a hilly half which was tucked neatly against the rocky cliffs, connected by an old stone bridge which forded a creek meandering it's way to the Rhine. There on the hilly side of town two jiggling women could be seen traversing the cobblestone streets, they were clearly having trouble, possibly due to the extra weight and wine. The restaurant they were heading to was carefully snuggled up into the stone cliff at the back of the town, as far as it could be from the festival square but the two gluttons wobbled on, one much more eager than the other.
"Good heavens I guess I didn't realize how much I porked up thanks to you! If I keep eating like this I wont be able to see my feet!" Maria winced as she held up the modest jiggling mound protruding down from her untucked shirt and gave Spas a wobbly smile.
"Thanks to me?! I've been doing the eating! Look at me!" Her pale face flushed red as she groped the doughy mass in front of her. "I-I'm huge!" Spas couldn't help but smile just a little.
"Sabrina no offense but I guarantee I still weigh more than you, even if most of it is on my ass."
"Hmph, even by the end of the night?" Spas' face was as red as her eyes, which were still transfixed on the belly poking out under her enormous chest.
"Girl, I'm over 300 pounds, just as wide as I am tall. You'd be lucky to get this big after a YEAR of living like me."
A depressing sigh came from Spas. She knew all too well that she would never get another chance to live and eat this well again. Spas was still going to ask the commander for more time off and additional rations but that was nothing compared to the sheer opulence the gluttonous T-doll had experienced as of late. "Yeah, you're probably right… but I'm still going to try..." She muttered, massaging her rumbling belly.
"Umm what? I was just joking." A bit of nervous laughter escaped her mouth.
"O-oh nothing! T-that must just be the wine talking, I'm hungry! You?"
"I guess I'm gonna have to be, we got a 48 course meal coming up!"
Yum. Spas was already salivating.
Maria struggled through the wide French doors quietly cursing to herself while Spas stood awestruck in the foyer. With vaulted ceilings and dark red walls it certainly reminiscent of the restaurant in Italy, however, being built in an old salt mine gave it an immense size that even made the growing T-doll feel small.
"If this place wasn't the finest restaurant in what's left of West Germany I'd ask them to fix their doors! When did they get so narrow?!"
"I-I don't think it's the doors Maria…" Spas nervously muttered into her chest with her hands on her own swollen hips.
"I know, I know, I'd be too embarrassed to ask anyway. Well let's get settled, we got a lot of good food ahead of us!"
Wine was poured and the first few courses were arriving, Spas was beginning to forget why she was even here, it certainly wasn't hard with the elegant décor, sharply dressed wait staff, and fine food. Dish after dish Spas ate happily, simply content in the moment while her stomach and dress stretched to accommodate the increasing volume. Spas had clearly been indulging non-stop while on the mission but every meal, every bite was just so good! Even though she had just sailed with some seriously good chef's for the past month, each new dish was still unique and special in it's own way and Spas couldn't help but eat more. Several courses in and her belly was already filling out her lap under the table despite her dress fighting back against the bulging mass, it wasn't so much a dress anyway but Spas obviously didn't care, yet. The hem which once flowed freely around her legs was pulled taught above her belly button and voluptuous ass revealing her lacy black panties to the restaurant, standing was going to be difficult. Even if she were to stand up as is, her gut would knock the table clean over, spilling her next course and that was the last thing she wanted. No, she was happy here, she let Maria do most of the talking, mostly mundane workplace drama but Spas didn't mind one bit as long as more and more food poured into her bottomless pit of a stomach.
"So *Mmphuff* h-how did you *Huff* become Sevestro's accountant?" Came a laborer voice from the chubby mouth of the abyss.
"W-well I'm the best at what I do! I actually grew up rather poor in Glitch city, it was a tough life and food was scarce, but my parents managed to get me an education and I couldn't be more thankful, got them out of there the moment I could."
"Oh God I've heard about that place! It's that awful hive city that became its own state right? That must have been so hard. They didn't inject you with nanobots did they?!" Spas knew of Glitch city a little better than she'd like to admit, it wasn't too far from Griffin headquarters and some of the other girls would occasionally be assigned on security duty now and then.
"Nooooo, no no no, no nanobots for me, I was a good little student. And I do mean little! Due to the malnutrition, I didn't grow very much as a kid but I'm definitely making up for it now haha!" The bottom heavy woman's jolly laughter cut the tension of the moment allowing Spas to take another few bites without feeling guilty.
"Well *Gulp* I'm glad you've put that awful time behind you, there's still a lot of my own past I've struggled to come to terms with and, I don't know if I ever will..."
"Sabrina, it's ok, you don't have to share anymore if you don't want to. Let's just focus on enjoying the night and all the wonderful food we've earned, alright?"
"Yeah, let's do that... Hey, where's your boss?!" Spas' silver pigtails flopped back and forth as she scanned the room nervously. T-that's why we're here! Not just the food. Focus Sabrina Focus!
"Oh uh, he just sat down at that far table in the corner with those two men in suits and that woman in… Is that? No... He didn't tell me he was meeting with the head of the Pan-European Alliance! That's Gilda Ulrich! What on Earth is she doing here? She usually hates places like this.
"M-mind if I listen in to them? My hearing is far better than a normal human." Muttered spas between bites of pasta
"Y-yeah go ahead, I'm genuinely curious. He never keeps things like this from me."
Spas munched quietly as she honed in on conversation across the restaurant. The blond woman Maria had pointed out was clearly angry as Sevestro made his case. No... Oh no… Summers hunch might have been right after all…
"W-well?! What are they talking about Sabrina?"
"Umm well, what do you know about Sangvis Ferri?"
"I know they use to be a well respected private military company until their central AI turned agent humanity. Why?"
"Well I-I think your boss believes they can be reasoned with… He's trying to get Guilda on board but she's not having it."
"Understandable, she knows that monster Sangvis created means to wipe out humanity, but there's not much Europe can do in this state. I'll have a discussion with him later, but for now I'm hungry."
"I thought you were absolutely stuffed a moment ago!" Warmth flowed back into the T-doll's chubby face as the topic changed.
"I found room." Maria smiled.
The rest of the night went smoothly as the two women ate and ate and ate until their stomachs were on the verge of bursting and loved every second of it. Towards the final handful of dishes a faint popping could be heard from beneath the table, Maria's white blouse was finally giving way. A sigh of relief washed over her as her round paunch was freed, it's about time, she thought, even after untucking it earlier the buttons were still digging into her middle, but not anymore. Spas on the other hand, just kept eating with such a machine like consistency as her dress rode up her swelling sides just above her flabby love handles. Nearly three hours of non-stop eating had left the pair nearly immobile with exhaustion. Maria had reached the end of her rope, all she wanted was to get back to her quarters and sleep, but Sabrina's smiling face appeared to have other ideas.
"I think- *Puff* I think we overdid it *Huff* Again Sabrina."
"N-nonsense *Heff* t-the festival is *Hurp* still going!" The T-doll's eyes were closed even as she spoke to Maria, clearly focused on the pressure of her stomach. Leaning back, her belly filled her lap but was mostly hidden by the table.
"I really couldn't eat another bite Sabrina…" Breathed Maria massaging her swollen belly.
"N-not with that a-attitude." Spas opened her friendly red eyes and gave her a pained smerk.
"F-fine"
Getting back to the fair was certainly a trip, jostling and jiggling they wobbled down the hill to the bridge clutching their bloated bellies.
"Think we can still cross at the same time?" Maria joked. Her modest tummy still exposed between her exploded shirt
"F-for now..." Said Spas half joking while she stabilized the sides of the flabby boulder emanating from her middle.
Miraculously, the old stone bridge held and the two very stuffed women waddled on to indulge some more.
***
Days turned into weeks as Spas and her partner in gluttony relaxed and ate to their heart's content aboard the yacht. Maria sill was busy with paperwork and whatnot but both found time to clean out the kitchen together from time to time.
Spas was very grateful to be back in her favorite white and red bikini again as all other clothes were far too small, even those she had picked up only weeks before. Lounging around on the sun deck her enormous watermelon sized breasts rested atop her bloated belly, a soft round jiggling mass drooped over her waistline into her lap and hid the lower half of her too small swimsuit. Glasses and sunhat equipped, she was happy to indulge to the fullest. Knowing most of the crew by now helped her move as little as possible which only helped the enormous amount of calories she consumed find their way to the places which mattered most, making movement all the harder.
Her breasts and belly bounced around with every step as her meaty thighs smacked against each other causing her wobbling mass of a rear to ripple. Her backside had filled out considerably as well, stretching her bikini bottoms to their limits. They were more or less a thin line of fabric that dug into the widest part of her generous ass. Usually only between meals could she be caught on the move, giving her glutes just enough exercise to stay relatively firm and round under their thick protective layer of fat.
Despite her relaxed attitude piling up on the outside, on the inside she was rather stressed, the conversation she overheard in Germany was constantly gnawing at her mind at all hours of the day. What would mean for us? For Griffin? For my friends? For the commander? Maria had little to add besides odd shipments of arms and equipment to a mysterious buyer to the east. She hadn't been able to ask Sevestro directly but she promised she would sooner or later. This only caused Spas to worry more, and food was her only real distraction, but only temporarily, there was no simple answer she could derive on her own, but that didn't stop her from trying, allowing herself to mindlessly eat while deep in thought.
As the days progressed, so too did the gluttonous girls appetite and renown amongst the crew. Besides her eccentric friendliness, her insatiable hunger became somewhat renound by the staff. Many wondering just what it would take to satiate the bubbly beauty. Head chef Tony believed pasta would do the trick, while pitmaster Chuck was sure the answer was meat, meat, and more meat. Pastry chef Théo was shut down the moment he opened his mouth, but he still had a few tricks up his white sleeves.
"Buon pomeriggio! I heard from Chef Tony that you have something for me Théo!" Spas sang cheerfully resting her massive breasts on the marble counter along with her chubby arms for support. "He kinda said it sarcastically but I think he's just jealous."
Théo was deep in thought as he maticulusly arranged the decorations on a dozen or so tarts for display he wasn't in the best mood but the busty girl's beaming smile was absolutely contagious. Théo couldn't help but smile back. "Mon amie, of course he is, and yes: baklava! I don't make it often but for you, anytime." Turning to the oven behind him he pulled out a tray as long as his lanky arms could reach from end to end and brought it beside his prep station for Spas to see. Golden brown phyllo, melted butter, and honey wafted into the hungry girl's awaiting nose. "Think that will keep you busy until dinner?"
"M-maby." Her eyes fluttered innocently. It wouldn't.
***
Chapter 6
As Italy approached, the journey was coming to an end, as a parting gift Maria had some of Spas' clothes altered in order to better contain the girl's girth, specifically her blue dress which had clearly seen better days.
"So what do you think Sabrina?"
"I think- I think-" Spas stumbled on her words as she spun in place, for the first time in a while her clothes were actually somewhat loose! "I-I think-" She plopped down on the side of her bed next to a small stack of fresh pizza boxes. Gingerly retrieving a slice with one hand, the other back on the bed for support, took a bite letting the 4 layers of cheese stretch above her head and allowing it to flow down into her mouth like a baby bird. After pulling in all the cheese left hanging from that bite, spas licked her lips and gave a mischievous smile. "I think it's got room to grow."
And grow she did, in what little time she had left. Spas was living as well as she could knowing this lifestyle wasn't going to last. The countless chef's, the army of servants attending to her every need, and the food… an onslaught of never-ending delicious meals made with some of the richest and best ingredients the world had left to offer. It was all so goodSpas was becoming more and more desperate to enjoy herself to the fullest, her already monstrous appetite was further supplemented by random requests for things which were difficult to get a hold of in Griffin HQ. Which, considering the militaristic efficiency of the private military company, was a lot. The industrial drums of ice cream which once caused her difficulty when she first boarded were now a nightly treat for the poor girl.
One night after her usual bedtime binge a terrifying thought came to her just before slipping away into a heavy cream induced coma. W-What if there's not enough food at Griffin for me? What if SAT8 and Springfield can't cook enough? W-What if I'm getting t-too big? What if the C-commander doesn't like…
Those questions would have to wait as the cream in her belly took hold and she dozed off to sleep.
Spas was enjoying her new size and had no intention of actually making changes of course, but exactly how her friends would react was something she didn't know with 100% accuracy. SAT8 wouldn't mind, she would just be happy to cook, Springfield, probably the same, the motherly American doll would never allow a comrade to go hungry. WA2000 was going to make fun of her for sure, but that tsundere's opinion didn't matter to Spas. Her Commander, that was the tricky one, looking back, he clearly appreciated her plump frame before the trip, and if anything, had encouraged Spas to indulge when she could around HQ. But she was a little smaller back then, back when she was just "plump", before her belly had started it's complete hostile takeover of her middle, before her breasts had advanced from jiggling cantaloupes to bouncing volleyballs, before her hips and ass wobbled as one with every step. Spas knew, she was no longer just plump, she was fat, but she was liking it, hopefully Summers did too.
***
Spas stepped down the ramp off the ship and into the same little Italian town she had left over 2 months and nearly 100 pounds ago. Besides her own obvious additions not much had changed except the weather, a chill was in the air coming off the sea, even with her extra layers of pale padding she still shivered.
"You sure you have to go?" a voice called from the top of the ramp.
"Y-yeah, I'm sorry… I-I just.. My com-, er- publicist will be wanting to see me after so long, you know?" Spas began twiddling one of her pigtails, this all wasn't easy, her kind heart struggled with the dishonesty of the past months. 'You've been a real great friend Maria, thank you." She turned and started walking down the dock. What more could she say? What more could she do? Spas had the information she needed and commander Summers would certainly want to hear about it.
"Could you stay one more night? It's truffle season and I-" Spas' head whipped around along with the rest of her a fraction of second later, her breasts and belly wobbled with whiplash from the sudden about face."
"It's truffle season?!"
"Y-eah, a-and something else... B-but what a-about your publicist?"
"What? Oh yeah, well they can wait a little longer! I'm hungry!"
"S-Sabrina! We just had lunch!"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Fine fine, let's go, I had a couple places in mind already, just don't walk too fast! I'm… I'm not as quick as I was a month ago!"
Guess she just doesn't have my amazing metabolism. Spas though patting her growling belly as she watched Maria carefully waddle down the ramp. All the more for me...
With one last gargantuan feast, the two women lumberd from restaurant to restaurant gorging themselves on all the seasonal specialties, dozens of truffle pastas each loaded with heavy cream and cheese, rich truffle risotto with scallops, truffle butter lathered on lobsters with plenty of bread to soak it all up, and truffle pizzas here and there between stops.
Maria was struggling to keep up and was certainly trying her best. Both in walking speed and volume of food devoured, but there was no hope, Spas just couldn't stop eating.
A few shocked friendly faces from months ago were met with hungry enthusiasm from Spas. The older couple and their hole in the wall restaurant nervously welcomed the silver haired girl with open arms, mostly because Spas was too stout and fluffy to be embraced by anything less. The surprise of the bubbly girl's new girth was short lived as Maria's immensity was actively causing problems in the compact restaurant. When they were finally settled, Maria did most of the talking while Spas only occasionally added to the conversation between dishes.
"Huff...eh...umph...slurp...mmh...huff...ah...mmph…"
"~So anyway that's how I got fired from-"
"Mngph~!! You what?!?!" Spas screamed nearly choking on her truffle ravioli.
"Yeah I was trying to explain that earlier, I got fired the other day for being too nosey and asking too many questions."
"L-like what?!" Spas' face was dead serious, genuine concern for her friend and what this might mean for her mission caused her to tense up under her layers of softness.
"Well, I just asked why he met with chairwoman Ulrich and who we are giving resources to in the south east if it isn't Griffin or the New Soviet Union."
"O-oh, well, are you going to be ok?"
"Yeah I'm fine, I got enough saved away to never work again for the rest of my life, my parents too."
"Ah, um, good! I'm glad you'll be ok!" Oh what I would give for a life like that. Thought Spas as she sipped her pre-war wine. That would be the life, if only there wasn't this stupid war. She went back to her handmade ravioli paying a little more attention to the conversation then before.
Later that night tearful goodbyes and farewells on all sides as each went their separate ways.
Finally the time had come for Spas-12 to return to HQ. With zero threats, a lone helicopter picked her up in a quiet field beyond the town. The ride back was one filled with anxiety, and some snacks.
She knew the commander wouldn't mind her extra fluff, at least she was pretty sure. Hours passed and the ground beneath her had returned to the barren bombed out wasteland which covered most of the new world. The eternal gray skies stretched out across the horizon as sounds of Jupiter cannons and gunfire rang out in the distance.
"Ah, home sweet home..." Less than enthusiastic, she finished another bag of chips staring down through the window. But I'm here for my friends, and the commander.
Maneuvering her wide hips and belly around and out of the helicopter was a challenge but hardly a difficult one. The long approach to the Commander's office, that was the real challenge. He cares about me, he loves me, there's nothing to worry about. Why am I so worried?! It's only a few extra pounds. Nothing more. She knocked on his door. "C-commander! It's Spas-12 your faithful shield reporting for duty!"
His voice chimed warmly from the other side "O-oh! Wonderful! I've been experiencing you Spas! Please, c-come in!" Was he nervous too? Impossible, he had nerves of steel. She opened the door slowly trying to hide behind it as long as she could. Closing her eyes she braced for the worst, but only a soft voice reached out.
"Spas, you're-, you're, b-"
"Big?" She answered shyly opening her eyes down in her cleavage.
"B-beautiful! Y-you look absolutely stunning!" Relaxation flowed over her as her fears started to melt away and her eyes moved up to meet his.
"Y-you really mean~" Damn when did his arms get that big? Were his shoulders always that broad?!
For a few long seconds the two stared blankly from a distance admiring how the past few months had treated the other. Summers wasn't wearing his usual red uniform jacket, just the white dress shirt and black tie underneath so his muscles shined through clear as day. Spas on the other hand stood in the doorway with only her belly and breasts entering the dark room in her gray and red uniform stretched across her wobbling chest leaving the lower buttons undun around her belly button.
"I-I do mean it. Please, come closer, I missed you." He moved around his desk until he was just in front of Spas and opened his arms slowly.
The chubby girl snapped back into reality and fell into his embrace with a smile, smoushing her soft belly against his solid core. "You have grown a fair bit..." he teased, squeezing her exposed love handles. "But I think we can do better. What do you think, Sabrina?"
Spas looked up from his chest. "Commander" Spas cried, tears welling up in her deep red eyes. "I'm hungry."
"That's my girl."
A feast was prepared by none other than SAT8 and Springfield while Commander Summers fed Spas her missed rations and discussed matters of business. "So, Sevestro believes Sangvis Ferri is still a potential business partner? He knows the AI is bent on destroying humanity, right?"
"He *Mphf* does. *Umph* But he seems to think the mastermind AI Elisa can be placated with resources for her war machine. *Herff* More... *Puff* Please..." Spas' wide beachball of a belly rested on her bare thighs covering the front of her red skirt, almost reaching out to her black thigh-highs digging into her plump legs.
"I don't know what you find enjoyable about these MREs but as long as you're happy, here we go." A pile of open cans littered the desk the commander sat on, yet Summers opened another, spooning the contents into the round T-doll who was spilling out of the chair in front of him. "Well maybe if we sent her some of these she'd change her mind." He chuckled sarcastically but Spas thought about it for a second. Yeah, what if she saw what humanity is truly capable of, maybe…
"Sabrina, I can't feed you if you don't open your mouth." A spoon hung in front of her face impatiently.
"Oh, Ahhh"
"There we go. What's on your mind? I know there's a lot. But..."
" *Mmph* W-well I'm just thinking… Elsa only knows humanity through the lense of war right? But what about art?"
"Um what? Think we should teach her to paint?"
"N-no, *Ungf* well maybe, but food, culinary arts, that is such a human thing! *Mmph* F-food never needed to taste good, bland nutrient pills have everything you need to survive but... *Heff* But humans made things taste good! *Omph* J-just because!"
"Think we could just drop a few cakes over head and call it a day? I'd prefer that to personnel but I don't think it would work hun." His feeding slowed down as the can emptied.
"T-true, she still needs to be pressured. *Omff* but if she's given an alternative while realizing that she can't win anyway, there's a chance she'll accept the alternative."
"I think I see what you mean, she can reasonably calculate when her forces are capable of succeeding, so with a large enough display of overwhelming force she might be open to communication rather than guaranteed destruction." Summers was deep in thought now, scratching his sharp chin while Spas rubbed her belly hoping he would notice.
"T-there's *Heff* a few problems with it but it might be our best bet to avoid losses. "
Still oblivious to Spas, Summers replied with seriousness in his voice. "That is correct however, we would need a far larger force than currently available, Griffin & Kryuger may be the largest private military around but we are still dwarfed by most national militaries, a coalition army isn't impossible but it will be difficult, we'd have to plead our case directly to each nation and even then that doesn't guarantee anything. The new Soviet Union probably won't participate until a number of other countries pressure them to do so. Chairwoman Ulrich might be difficult to convince but we just need to be clear about our intentions to eliminate the threat once and for all, not to just appease it. Anything else I'm forgetting Sabrina?"
"W-What about the United States? They still exist right?"
"Barely, they heavily decentralized after the war, we'd have to visit every state individually to get anything done. Same with a number of large countries actually."
Spas started to reach for the unopened cans on the desk while looking up at Summers. "I-I'm fine with that! The more we travel the more time we can spend together! Right Commander? A-also... I can't... Seem... To... Reach….*Oof* Help..."
"I gotch you I gotch you, lean back sweetie you're gonna hurt yourself." He said to the synthetic humanoid war machine.
"J-just feed me then!... P-please..." Spas pouted, crossing her arms under her bulging breasts and squeezing, showing just how large her chest had become.
"A-alright, just a few more and dinner should be ready."
***
Opening the old metal door to the makeshift kitchen Spas was immediately hit with the warmth of the ovens and the company who greeted her.
"Spas!!! Welcome back!! We were so worried about you! Oh you poor thing you must be starving! Here take some sweet tea and the first batch of hush puppies!" Springfield quickly shoved one of the hot deep-fried treats into Spas' mouth just as she was trying to respond. Her momentary surprise quickly faded to pleasure as the butter and grease dripped down her throat. "Ih~ na~ tah~ se~ ya~ tau~!" This is going to be good. A glass of sweet tea found its way into her hands as Springfield darted around the room "Here Sir, you can hold the rest!" The curvy women handed the basket of deep-fried dough to Summers over Spas' silver head, giving Spas a great view of Springfield's breasts between the gaps of her struggling buttons which had clearly grown a few sizes since last time, her hips had swelled too, keeping that hourglass figure.
Eyes gleaming, Spas took her seat at the end of the table which was already covered in delicious smelling food, a feast fit for a small platoon and it was almost all for her! Spas licked her lips as she loosened the red bow around her collar, it was only going to slow her down.
"Oh honey please do dig in! SAT and I are still working on the tarts, cobblers, and pies." SAT waved from an oven in the corner as Springfield bent down to check her pastries, her round curvaceous ass peeking out from her far too small blue jeans.
"Welcome back Spas! Glad my favorite taste tester is back! Looks like you enjoyed Italy hmm?" SAT teased with a hand on her own wobbling hip, her black spats were nearly invisible from the front and covered far too little in the back. Spas smiled and nodded as she crammed another hushpuppy down.
"*Mmph* See~ *Heff* Seems I'm back to being *Huff* the busty one around here!" Spas breathed deeply as she lifted her incredibly well endowed chest up from atop her belly. SAT giggled and went back to decorating the dozens peach tarts. Her body hadn't changed that much since last time, her rolls were a bit more prominent and her main belly drooped a little further down like an apron, the legendary metabolism she once had was long gone.
"Glad to see all is right with the world." Summers smirked sitting beside his engorged girl who was still admiring her own squishy boobs. "Shall we keep it that way?" Spas turned to meet his voice to find a large scoop of Mac and cheese casserole near her face. He was clearly eager to continue where they left off.
Spas spoke directly to him with a soft passionate tone. "I think so~" And dinner began.
A few friendly faces came to say hello during the several hour feast, Hk416 was kind enough to lecture them on their eating habits despite her own thighs looking a good deal thicker than before. "Guess *Urp* your little "moral support initiative" is starting to spread to other squads! I'm so proud of you." Spas gave her feeder a quick peck on the cheek and awaited her next bite. 416 had always been a bit of a hard ass but she ran a tight ship as leader of squad 404 and part-time mother to G11. It wasn't surprising she was a bit stressed out, maybe a little extra padding would help her relax. Who knows, maybe if she put on enough weight the squad could be pulled from active duty. Hmmm...Maybe… A return kiss followed by another spoonful of chicken pot pie broke her concentration.
"I think she's jealous of your lifestyle." A deep voice reassured. The brown haired man held a half empty casserole dish in one hand and a spoon in the other, shoveling the rich filling into Spas' awaiting belly. Empty dishes piled up on the table in font of them while Springfield and SAT were back at the ovens prepping more still. "Y-yeah *hmph!… gulp* I-I bet so- *gnuf..mmph!* M-more..." Spas focused her own efforts on massaging her swollen belly which was now just reaching her black thigh highs.
MP40 alongside Commander Leon made an apprentice surprising the four. MP was fiercely loyal to Leon even before being oathed, now the young couple pretty much stuck to Leon's quarters and were as affectionate as newlyweds, in spite of the ceremony happening over 6 months ago. Leon was one of the smaller commanders at Griffin, just a head taller than his short blond bride. With his boyish face and messy black hair, he probably had no idea what lay in store for him when he made his vow half a year ago. He also made the mistake of gifting his faithful companion a mother's cross first class ribbon***, an artifact from her past once given to mothers with 8 or more children. Whether he knew the significance of the trinket or not, it didn't matter, MP40 was eager to earn it properly. She sported a blond bob cut which complemented her sweet round face, a simple white dress shirt, black tie, and skin tight pencil skirt. In addition to her modest stature and frame, her chest was on the smaller size however, her ass and thighs were as plump, voluminous, and full as Springfield, just condensed to a much shorter package resulting in some serious child bearing hips she was truly proud of.
Spas was blissfully fed an entire peach cobbler and two apple pies by her loving friends and feeder during the couple's visit, so not much was said on her end. She did feel a little envious, she had been waiting for Summers to pull the question for some time now, but now things were back to normal... "Ok, this one's almost empty, head up Sabrina, I'll just let it pour down" Without a word, her double chin went up, and the last of the sugary filling flowed into her. Her belly groaned and gurgled, pale round and firm, she was full. But she still wanted more.
"Is it just me, *Hurp* or did MP40 look a lot heavier in the *Puff* butt department?"
"Oh Spas we've all put on a little weight in the past few months, no need to judge~"
"No~ *Heff* Not judging. Just observing. It looks good on her. Though she might need a new pencil skirt. That wasn't covering *Urp* very much."
"I believe we could all use a new wardrobe, some sooner than others." SAT spoke up from behind a mountain of dirty dishes. Spas knew she was right. If Spas and Summers were about to travel the world asking for help, she would need a much larger assortment of clothes. Her current uniform hardly covered her well rounded body as is.
"Well, I'll see what Kalina can do, I know it's not going to be cheap. Alright, one more cobbler and pie to go Spas, you still good?" Summers grabbed the last casserole dish and held it above Spas' bloated belly. Spas looked nearly asleep reclined in her tiny chair allowing her gargantuan belly to fill out her lap. Her red eyes, flickered, only half open.
"Who~ *Hep* Who do you think I am Commander?" It was a bit difficult to see through her chubby cheeks but Spas was smiling as hard as she could.
Summers was feeding away as a boisterous brown haired T-doll known as M14 burst into the room. She was a bubbly American schoolgirl with no concept of calm and an absolute war goddess in the field. "I heard there was apple pie! Hand it over and no one gets hurt!"
"M14 darling! You're just I the nick of time! One left! Better grab it quick before it winds up in Spas!" Springfield was busy cleaning dishes in the far corner but nodded to the only full pie on the table already cut into six large pieces. Moving quickly, she pounced from the door to the table, snatching the pie and scampered away, her long brown twintails flowing behind her as she giggled. Not much could stop her in combat or here at HQ and she knew it. Well not much besides her own impulsive gluttony that is, eating whatever she wanted whenever she wanted had its consequences. Under her baggy brown schoolgirl uniform she had plumped up significantly in recent months, though it was difficult to see. Only her already formidable chest and thighs were obviously jigglier, but under those loose cloths hid a pudgy midriff that just kept getting bigger.
Spas didn't even notice the disappearance of her final dessert as the last of the cobbler was spooned into her. Every last drop, every last crumb now making up her nearly 300 pound frame, the half asleep girl was surprised to find her oversized figure lifted into the air by two muscular arms. "Y-you can still pick me *Urp* up? B-but I'm so *Burp* b-big!"
"No you're not sweetie, you got a long way to go. Care to join me on the couch for a movie and ice cream? I think I got a few pints back in my office." He said with a wink. Spas wrapped her arms around the back of his neck for support and comfort, and looked at him with a sleepy smile. "Do you *Huff* still have to ask?"
***
Chapter 7
Weeks had passed since her return to Griffin, Commander Summers was still busy planning their visit to the nations still standing to beg for assistance. Though there was plenty of time for the two of them to make up for lost time. Ice cream and movies in the Summers personal quarters were pretty regular before she left for recon but now it was every night, and she couldn't be happier. When he wasn't in his ridged Commander mode, Summers was like a kid on Christmas, admiring every new curve and roll on his darling shotgun.
"H-how did you get so big?! So fast?" Kneading her soft belly with his strong muscular hands, she sat on his lap snacking away on chips. The office chair beneath them was struggling under their combined weight, well mostly Spas...
"Hehe, you like my figure? It's important to keep a good image on the battlefield!" She wiggled her fat wobbling ass against his lap.
"Well *Oof* I'd hope to keep you off the battlefield for… The remainder of the conflict if possible… That alright with you Sabrina?" Somewhat out of breath, he switched from her gut to her thighs. Godly and soft, his hands dug into the pale pillows. Black tights cut deep into her soft chubby legs, almost as deep as his fingers with every squeeze, while her high cut red skirt left her ample assets mostly exposed engulfing him.
As the commander massaged her, Spas stopped snacking for a brief moment. Looking down, her bulging breasts hid most of her wide flabby belly, but she could see it was there, resting on her skirt, and currently gurgling for more. He was right, she was in no condition to fight, no amount of training could fix that. With a deep breath in Spas tried to calm her mind and stomach. She was never supposed to be a weapon of war in the first place right? Why should she care? Her friends could be helped in more ways than on the battlefield. Heck, as a delegate for peace she could help millions more people then she ever could as a mere shotgun. And she could eat. She could eat and eat and eat with no consequences, with Summers, forever. Yeah, the battlefield was no place for her anymore, there was nothing wrong with that.
Her snacking resumed. "I think I can handle it Commander. But…" She turned slightly so her thick neck didn't have to move too far to meet his eyes with a smile as her hands joined his, currently working on the widest part of her ass sagging around him. "Can you handle the queen of gluttony?"
***
It seemed Spas was enjoying her new size, wobbling and jiggling with every step up and down the Halls of Griffin wasn't as bad as she had once thought. While before she may have been furious at the slightest suggestion, she now found herself enjoying every ounce of excess on her frame. More belly meant more food after all! And with everything she'd been through as a T-doll, why shouldn't she enjoy herself? There were so many delicious indulgences this world had to offer and her wobbling gut, hips, and chest were physical proof.
Of course, wandering around was becoming a bit of a chore at her size. Spas was still several times stronger than the average human, but walking took effort, and if there wasn't food involved, then why bother? The couch was so comfortable anyways, especially if there was company! Commander Summers did his best to stay around and keep his queen well feed, but if he was away in meetings the big girl would find ways to entertain herself. The makeshift kitchen down the hall was usually the place to go as SAT8 practically lived there. With an aspiring fat chef there was always plenty of interesting things to taste. SAT and Spas were very similar in many ways both being Italian shotguns and whatnot, but now, their weight. Spas was king when it came to sheer breast and belly size, always stuffing herself to her limits, but SAT was covered in soft rolls of flab with a somewhat smaller belly dropping down. Spas still did most of the eating while SAT did most of the cooking and both were fine with that.
Springfield was usually only around in the evenings, she still worked in the company cafe from time to time. The same café she had met Commander Dawson not so long ago. Kind but quiet, Dawson did his best to take care of her just as much as she took care of everyone else, for any other commander, it would have been a near impossible task. Yet here he was, making sure she always had enough to eat and time to relax, needless to say Springfield was plumping up nicely. Everything she wore was far too small and helped highlight her curves which were nearly exploding out of every seam. Dawson could hardly keep his hands off that round apple ass during work, so instead, he did the next best thing: let it grow bigger. He purchased more treats than everyone else combined on any given day, but they weren't for him. No, every ounce of butter, sugar, and chocolate found its way onto Springfield's fattening figure. At first she had some difficulty eating so much on the job but soon came to adapt. Her stomach learned to stretch as he ordered pie after pie, after pie, all for her. She learned to eat fast too, there weren't too many customers but there was still stuff to do, so she found ways to eat quickly when there was downtime.
"4 éclairs please."
"*Buurp* Dear, if I eat much more I'm *Urp* going to burst out of these clothes!*Huff*"
"Make it 8?"
"Oh *Urp* my. Eager today are we? Well how about 10, if my jeans rip, I'll take the rest of the day off. How's that darling?"
The weeks flew by and Spas was busy eating as much as she could while encouraging others to do the same with varying levels of success. In Spas' mind, the blue haired tsundere HK416 was in dire need of snacks to keep her mind off her upcoming mission deep into enemy territory. 416 was initially rather dismissive of the fat girl's efforts, but no one could say no to Spas' cheerful smile. Besides, the chunky silver haired girl was more than happy to listen to the typically quiet beauty vent her frustrations while both stuffed their face with food.
"God I swear *Mmph* AR team *Urmph* thinks they're so great *Hrmph* but they wouldn't last a single day without their supply lines. *Huff* M16 especially. *Snruf* what's her deal!? *Puff* I'M clearly the best T-doll ever made, she's just a waste of parts. *Omph* If I didn't have to take care of everyone in 404 on my own *Mmmph* I'd *Huff* win this war *Urp* myself! " Spas stared blankly while munching on half a cheesecake, quietly she slid the other half across the desk to join 416's pile of pastries which were quickly disappearing. "I don't *Nughf* deserve *Mphf* this *Umph* treatment! *Gnphf*" Muffling her anger with food, she was eating far more than she had any right too, her stomach was full but that clearly wasn't stopping her. As long as she was angry she would eat and she was plenty angry. "Bullshit, *mMmph* all of it, *Urmph* w-what can they do that I can't? *Huff* Spas continued to add to the pile furthest from herself while the blue T-doll continued to stuff her face, eventually passing out of anger or overindulgence, or both. I-I think I'll bring a little more tomorrow… Spas thought as she waddled away, her ass barely clearing the door on the way out.
M14 also found herself visited by the queen of gluttony from time to time. Her occasional snack raids were not going unnoticed, so Spas decided to cut out the middleman, bringing all sorts of fattening goodies to the chubby trouble maker. Those loose fitting schoolgirl clothes wouldn't be loose for much longer, though the mischievous girl would never admit it.
During one of Spas' many elaborate dinners a chubby, shy girl sporting a scruffy blond bob cut appeared in the doorway, hand in hand with her thin lanky husband. Her cute button nose followed the scent of food.
"E-excuse me…" Her soft voice cooed "I... We, would appreciate a-a small favor if you would be so kind…"
"Ah nuts! Mp40! Leon! Take a seat! There's still some food left if you're quick enough!" Summers stuffed another oversized chunk of lasagna into Spas' awaiting face, oblivious to her guests. "What can I do for you on this fine frozen night?!" He quickly readied another piece.
" Well, uh, we were wondering if… Um, Spas, SAT8, or Springfield would be able to teach us how to cook! And maybe eat a little something… B-bitter schön..." Moving into the light with Leon close behind, the feeding crew got a good look at the shorter girl. Her narrow black pencil skirt clung closely to her pear shaped curves, though her hips were so wide and ass so plump and round it barely covered anything. Facing the group, white panties shown between her voluptuous thighs while her bubble butt behind lay completely exposed. A simple white button up shirt was tucked into her skirt around her surprisingly narrow waist, compared to the two shotguns, she looked positively starving.
"Well I think Springfield and SAT could use the help! Spas' appetite has gotten a bit more… demanding as of late…" Another piece of lasagna, followed by a forkful of rich carbonara, chased down by two liters of sugary soda, all without her lifting a finger. Spas symply giggled and gasped between bites, as long as more food was flowing into her enormous belly, she was happy.
"Y-yes *Huff* more! *Huff* F-feed me more! *Buurp* O-oh... is someone here? *Burrrp*" Spas twirked and twisted trying to address her guest causing her flabby body to jiggle back and forth like the sea. Finally swinging an arm over the two chairs holding her ass, she got a glimpse of the young couple. "Oh hi there MP! *Puff* There's plenty of food! Or at least… there was!"
Mp40 was in shock at what she saw. Damn Spas was getting large! They all were! Springfield' chest had finally grown out of her white button up, though she hid her freed bulging breasts behind her black apron, which also held back her small paunchy belly, while her love handles were spilling out the side over her jeans. Springfield's thighs and ass has continued to swell as well causing her already struggling jeans to rub themselves to shreds between her plump legs. She was looking stout and sturdy for sure. But not nearly as sturdy as SAT8, the once skinny girl was now covered with rolls on rolls of flab from the endless cooking she loved so much. She never meant to gain weight but taste testing and eating near Spas had its consequences. Her belly hung down over her stretched out spats and pressed into the oven whenever she tried to tend to the pots on the back burner. Yet she kept tasting and eating, and eating, and eating despite the clear size limits of the kitchen being reached. But Spas, Spas was on a whole other level. Her gluttony knew no bounds. Breasts the size of basketballs, well maybe a little bigger… and hips! Hips that spanned 2 chairs with... plenty of room to grow. And a belly, wide and full, it surged forward over her thick thighs. These weren't just T-doll's anymore, they were fat, round, and happy. These were living fertility idols…
"T-thanks Spas b-but I don't know if I can…"
"Cook? Why of course!" Springfield beckoned. "MP, help me with this pie and let's chat ok?"
"Oh… Ok."
"Miss Springfield. What should I do?" The ever quiet Leon piped up.
"You can help in a minute, this is girl talk! If you could be a dear and help SAT, her belly keeps getting in the way of her work."
"Yes ma'am."
"H-how may I be of assistance miss Springfield?.." The blond girl's soft round face glowed with delight to be of use, but her somber eyes told a different story.
"First: peel and core these apples while I roll out the dough. Second: tell me what's gotten you all worried."
"I-is it that obvious?" Mp40's soft hands carefully worked the apples, her hard calluses had disappeared shortly after her wedding.
"Only to me dear. Now tell me what's up."
"W-well to start, I'm not the best cook, and neither is Leon, i-if we are to start a family, at least one of us needs to know how…"
"If? You were so determined a few months ago. Please dear, continue."
"J-ja, well, we've been trying for some time now and… nothing… I-I don't know if it's even possible, for us, for me."
"Don't say that. Please, we just have to keep trying, it'll work out."
"A-and that's why I'm here! P-perhaps my body is not quite ready a-and I'm still too thin! I don't mind the extra weight. Especially if it helps the baby! Most of all… My breasts could seriously use some extra size if I'm going to be-'' A loud slurping cut her off as Spas guzzled down a bowl of pure alfredo sauce. The busted buttons of her gray and black uniform made her already large chest appear even larger than normal heaving with every breath.
Spas heaved. "M-more please… bring me more… Commander..." Sweet glistened off of her generously exposed cleavage catching the envy of Mp40 from across the room.
"Springfield, what was that? Milk? Cream?"
"Alfredo sauce, it's mostly heavy cream and cheese. One of Spas' favorites!"
"I… need some…"
"Hmm? Sure… I guess... What about helping me cook?"
"Grab Leon, I have a lot of work to do first... Can you and SAT make me everything you made for Spas?"
"Ah… Ok… I will warn you, it's a lot, so don't feel bad if you don't finish it all."
"I will not yield so easily… This is something I need..."
Mp40 took her seat opposite the queen of gluttony herself. These girls had no idea how blessed they were to have such voluptuous bodies. So motherly, so endowed, it was just unfair! All she wanted was to have a family, maybe 8 to 10 kids, nothing crazy. Yet she couldn't even have one! Years of harsh living situations and malnutrition had clearly done a number on her, and It was time to fix that.
By the time Spas was sloping down dessert: a couple apple pies, peach cobbler and several éclairs the size of her head. Mp40 was greeted with the beginning of her meal, utterly burying the table beneath.
"J-Jesus…" She breathed, eyeing 5 lasagnas amongst many other rich dishes, each of which alone would fill her up on a normal night. But not tonight. "Well, if this is what it takes…"
With Leon at her side mirroring Spas and Summers, she began. Never in all her time as a T-doll had a task seemed so impossible, but never had she wanted something so much. She downed bite after bite into her small soft stomach. It was all so good! But there was still so much! No matter how much she ate it just wouldn't disappear. Mp40 had never indulged herself to such an extent and it showed, after the second full lasagna, she was already slowing down.
"Come on sweetheart, just a little more to go!" Leon lied.
"F-false... *Huff* J-just feed me Commander… Aagh… I-I'll do my best."
As ordered, Leon began to stuff his bride with the endless sea of carbs in front of her, but even with his help MP wasn't getting far. Forkful after forkful he shoved into her awaiting round face, but the pain in her belly was immense yet the stubborn bride never gave any sign of weakness. Another meaty lasagna down, entirely force fed by Leon and the bottom heavy girl was struggling to breath. God, how did Spas do it? But if Spas could do it so could she. R-right?
"Gi- *Hurp* Give me... the sauce…"
"Yes ma'am." Without a second thought Leon grabbed the bowl of rich cream and melted cheese and poured it down Mp40's throat, her already full stomach swelled to accommodate the increasing volume. It was difficult to hear over the labored breathing and clattering dishes but the sound of overstretched fabric cut through the room.
*Rrrrrrrip!* Mp40 looked down nervously to find her favorite skirt had finally given up. Clear down the side of her fat hip, it had finally torn itself free thanks to the swollen gut taking the place of her "thin" middle.
"Sweetie are you hurt?!"
"Only… Only my pride… D-don't stop… M-make me bigger… M-make me... a real woman..."
"Y-yes ma'am" More meat, more cheese, more cream, more pasta, more, more, more. Leon did exactly as he was told, becoming more and more aggressive with his feeding as the night wore on. She was so close, and he knew she wouldn't be happy unless it was done. But SAT and Springfield kept bringing more! It was like a never ending treadmill of food! Mp40 had made a somewhat of a dent but there was still so much! It had been nearly an hour of eating for MP when she finally called it quits. Clutching her painfully swollen gut beneath her strained buttons she yielded, broken and defeated.
"Scheiße… Ngh… No way…"
"D-don't worry about it sweetheart, you did you best and…"
"...and I failed… I'll never be a proper mother… *huff* I-I'll just have to keep trying… till… till I'm big enough…"
"I can help you with that!" A cheerful chubby voice called from across the table. "We can have lunch and dinner together! *Heff* S-starting tomorrow!"
"Y-you'd do that… for me *Burp* Spas?"
"Of course! That means I get a second lunch AND a second dinner!"
"Natürlich..."
***
Another few weeks passed with the new arrangement, Spas would accompany Mp40 to at least one of her usual lunches and dinners to have some to talk to while they gorged. The simple distraction and friendly encouragement was just enough for the small stressed blond girl to surprise herself with her own gluttony. Mp40 still couldn't achieve the porky shotguns unnatural capacity, but she did leave the table fuller, fatter, and happier after every meal. With each passing day she looked a little softer and a little bigger, Leon made sure to take care of her every need to be certain the extra weight would stay. After a month her hips and ass were showing her increased intake with clothing becoming an issue. She stuck to a pair of far too small athletic shorts and a black crop top, of course it was the only thing that still fit her after constantly stuffing herself alongside Spas.
In the midst of Spas' efforts to keep her compatriots well fed, Springfield was oathed to Commander Dawson and festivities commenced. With everyone in attendance, a feast was held with wholesome American cooking, steaks, BBQ, burgers, fried Chicken, cob salads drenched in bacon and ranch, chili, berry cobblers, and of course, lots and lots of apple pie. A vast majority of which found its way into the queen of gluttony herself with the help of Summers, surprising no one. What was surprising to some was just how large Springfield was becoming. She looked absolutely stunning of course in a deep blue flowing dress like a queen in radiance, white flowers adorned her auburn hair, the green stems accenting her emerald eyes. Leaving her shoulders bare, the lapis fabric criss-crossed over her bulging breasts, squishing out the side of their containment. Clinging tightly to her paunchy tummy, her belly button was a small crater in the sea of blue yet her curvy figure was only enhanced. Her hips filled out the rest of the dress with their impressive width and volume, swaying to and fro with every step. As good a feeder Dawson was, Springfield didn't need too much help, the moment the ring went on her finger the usually reserved T-doll finally let herself go, devouring several racks of ribs, half a brisket, a whole 8 piece set of fry chicken and at least 4 full pound burgers. After the cascade of food a faint sound of tearing fabric could be heard, the new bride had already ripped her most elegant dress clear down the back! All the more room for dessert! Soon Springfield found herself hand fed the entire wedding cake by the man she called her shelter, layer after layer after layer. She was well on her way to becoming the portly housewife she'd always dreamed of herself.
With Springfield now oathed to commander Dawson, and Mp40 to Leon, Spas couldn't help but wonder when Summers was going to do the same. There was no doubt in her mind he was enjoying her new curves, so what was holding him back? She clearly wasn't too big for him, the way he kissed and caressed her swollen belly in bed and their ice cream movie nights was enough sufficient evidence. Was she still not big enough? That had to be it, she would have to try even harder to get his attention, luckily she was pretty good at that.
"M-more… *Nghhf* More. *Mmph!* More!!!"
"S-Sabrina is everything alright? You're not usually this... aggressive." Spas' enormous sloshing stomach was pinning her down on the couch, but it was her own gluttony keeping her there. She had clearly been pushing herself more than usual, which is saying something, but tonight after the wedding, things seemed different.
" *Huff* S-sorry *Urp* C-commander *Huff* P-please."
"O-ok." He leaned over and kissed her sticky face, followed by a large spoonful of chocolate peanut butter ice cream. Her belly growled angrily but Summers ignored it. "I love you Sabrina."
" *Mmmph!* I *Puff* I love *Heff* you *Ermph!* more! *MmMph!* "
***
Chapter 8
It was a cold winter in the decimated wastelands around Griffin and Kryuger, induced by the disasters of the past century or otherwise, it didn't matter, it was cold. Cold weather has always been a wonderful excuse to snuggle up where it's warm, surrounded by sweet treats and loved ones, and watch the winter weight pile on just as the snow piled up outside. But a certain gluttonous T-doll at Griffin and Kryuger was never known for doing things the ordinary way.
For the past few months Spas was an eating machine, almost literally. Nearly every waking moment she spent in the many rooms of Griffin and Kryuger were spent eating, and she wouldn't have it any other way. Her globular belly sloshed and jiggled like a mountain of pudding expanding from her middle, her breasts, the largest in G&K by far, typically rested firm atop her gargantuan gut. Her enormously wide ass jut out behind her, creating a small shelf that lifted her red skirt up and over her pale cheeks (if she bothers to wear her skirt at all). Two pillowy wobbling thighs hid beneath her massive drooping middle, causing each step she took to shake the empty halls. Not that she did much walking anymore, it was that she couldn't, it was simply the Commander's choice to carry her as often as he could. Spas was loving it, though there was still something wrong.
She wasn't big enough, at least that's what she thought. At only 476 pounds (If she were human)* she had somewhat stalled in her gain, but most importantly; there was still no ring on her plump finger like her friends; MP40 and Springfield. All the campy 80's movies she had been watching lately while she stuffed her face had promised her so much! But there was still time, she could still be a classic heroine, saving the day and getting the guy, living happily ever after, free to gorge herself as she saw fit. Ok, she kinda ad-libbed that last part. Spas might not have been an actress like she had dreamed so long ago, but she could do one better, make her own story and be a heroine for real!
Commander Summers had been pampering her at every opportunity, it was clear he enjoyed her chubby figure so at least they were getting somewhere. Why couldn't it be as simple as the movies?! Whatever, it'll happen when the scene is just right....
If commander wanted her bigger then Spas would happily play the part. But in truth Spas didn't need the insensitive, maybe at one point, long ago when she denied her weight gain, before her gluttony was let loose on the world, but not anymore. No, she was fat and happy and food was her real priority, but extra mental push didn't hurt.
The Commander was simply entranced by the T-doll's wobbling figure, he knew she loved to eat and with everything Spas had been through, she deserved to have her appetite satisfied, no matter how impossible that seemed. There was still a gnawing sense of guilt deep in his mind, everything the poor girl had been through was mostly his fault. He made the choice to have her in the front time and time again, how could she ever forgive him? What if she said no to the ring he keeped in his pocket because of his mistakes? For now the only option in his mind was to do his best to satisfy her needs, whatever they may be. Luckily for Spas and her insatiable hunger, a new opportunity was approaching.
Commander Summers finally got the approval he needed along with a small private company jet for transport. The runway was still covered in snow and ice but things might be changing soon, they had to be ready when things started to thaw. It was still early in the morning when he returned to his quarters with the news as Spas was still working on the breakfast he had left beside their bed.
"Since when did we *Mmph* have a private jet? *hah*" Looking up occasionally from her meal to the imposing but kind man in the doorway, her voice was breathy between the hurried bites. A thin white nightgown held her large breasts just above her soft belly, her deep belly button on display between two see-through pieces of fabric draping around her belly's largest point. Her wide ass, he swore, took up a third of the bed alone, it wouldn't be long until doorways became a serious problem for her. Her belly, one massive rotund flab around her midsection, had grown softer, wider and squishier with the continuous flow of snacks and feasts her feeder and friends provided. The commander had spent plenty of time rubbing her growing gut down with lotions and creams to keep it smooth and stretch mark free, the fat shotgun deserved the absolute best treatment he was capable of providing.
"Well it's a big company, I'm sure they found it in storage somewhere, anyway, it's ours for now so we can visit the heads of state who are still around, hopefully, with their support we can end this conflict before anyone else gets hurt. Or worse."
"We *Enughf* need all the help we *Omphf* we can get! Sp-speaking of which, can you help me pack later? I can't wait to see more of the world!"
"Of course! I hope you have enough clothes that still fit!" His slight smirk eased any worries as he gave her bellybutton a loving poke. "Hmm, feels hollow, think you're ready for brunch?"
"Hehehay! That tickles! Heh heh... I guess I could use a little more."
"Alright, sit tight and I'll be right back!
Spas had barely even finished her first breakfast when the next one arrived. Returning with three massive plates of pancakes in each hand, six in all, Summers stroad through the door. Spas bounced on the bed with excitement, sending much of her blubbery exterior jiggling in every which way. The bed creaked and groaned in agony but the sound of her fat slapping against itself dominated the room.
"Thank God you're back! I'm starving! C-can you feed me Commander? A-all of it! Don't hold back!" She started to open her mouth in preparation but Summers felt the need to reply.
"I never have before! Right Sabrina?" He said snuggling up against her thigh and placing the stacks on what was left of the bed besides him.
"Ah, well~" She said with playfulness in her tone. "You could always be a little more~ direct now and then." Looking down half embarrassed at her ringless pudgy fingers, her arms crossed under her enormous wobbling breasts as she squeezed upward to help emphasize just how large she was becoming. MP40 was married and now Springfield! Why not her? Sooner or later she guessed, he would pick up on her subtle hints eventually.
"Oh, uh yeah… I'll work on it. Open up!" Apparently not... Shoving a rolled up handful of syrup soaked carbs straight into her unsuspecting mouth, Spas was initially caught off guard, but the sweetness of pancakes relaxed her as the sugar flowed down her throat to join her first breakfast.
"*MmMph* *Huff* More… More! *Puff* More food! *Gnuff* Feed me…*Mmph!*"
It was all so good, so simple but so satisfying. The real pleasure was the joy of eating itself, nothing could compare. Food was being shoved into her face over and over but it just wasn't fast enough, she needed more. The commander was enjoying calmly feeding his growing girl but quickly realized he needed to pick up the pace if he was going to make her happy, perhaps even take charge once again...
"Open."
"Again."
"Again."
"Again!"
"Again!!!"
Before she even finished chewing, he shoved more and more in. More direct? *Stuff* I can be more direct. *Shove*
The stacks were running thin but at least Spas was not. To make the feeding easier, she started to lean back onto the bed, it didn't take much before her top-heavy torso began to feel the weight of gravity, slamming against the exhausted mattress with much less grace than anticipated.
*Omph!* S- *Puff* S-sorry… *Urp* That wasn't very classy was it?" Her sloshing stomach rocked back and forth with the sudden fall, no longer supported by her pillowy thighs. Eventually coming to rest as a soft mountain of blubber spilling out in all directions along with her flabby love handles. Summers couldn't help but grab at the one nearest him. A whole handful of smooth pale fat, so soft, so squishy, and there could be so much more…
Spas was busy watching her blubber bounce but was snapped out of her trance when her Commander spoke up. "Glad you didn't give yourself a black eye there! That nightgown isn't exactly the greatest bra…"
"*Huff* Like a single bra would make a difference at this point… God… I'm huge aren't I…" Grabbing a handful of her pale udders she did her best to smoosh them together.
"Is… that a bad thing? I thought you liked being this big?"
"I-I do! A-alot in fact!" Her hands stretched down to her rotund gut and kneaded it softly.. "I love it… the bigger I get the more I can eat… the more I eat the bigger I get… it's all so wonderful… so much food… I want to eat so much more. I want to get bigger… Commander, feed me please. Feed me more…"
"Yes ma'am." Summers resumed her stuffing. Seeing her silver hair sprawled out along with her fat was so wonderful. She was in heaven, eyes closed, flabby arms above her head on the mattress, Spas symply surrendered to the indulgence in all its glory, she didn't have to do anything but eat.
"*MmMph* Yes. *Hrmph* I just want food. *Unmnm* More food. *Scarf* Forever… *Puff*"
Summers did his best with what he had but it couldn't last. The few pancakes which remained were fed to her slowly, letting Spas savor the sweetness with each bite. No matter how fast and efficiently she ate she still loved the taste of everything that passed her lips.
Unfortunately brunch was over far too quickly for both parties involved, Spas gave her stomach a hearty pat, it was satisfied for now, sloshing and churning with the morning's feast, but she couldn't help but think of how much more delicious food could probably fit in there.
"C-commander?" She called, still laying flat on her back. "Can you *Urp* please massage my belly?*Huff* I can't seem to reach- all- of- it-." With each word her chubby form lurched forward, an endearing attempt at a sit-up it seemed to reach her bloated middle. Summers let her flail for a second but eventually found himself sinking his big hands into her gurgling gut. She was so soft, so squishy and pliable, he could even feel her overstuffed stomach deep beneath her layers and layers of blubber. There was so much to explore! The enormous tire of fat around her middle symply begged to be squeezed.
"Sabrina… I… Uh… Hey~ how about a snack?"
***
Dressing the big girl was a Herculean effort for both parties involved. Spas had been eating herself out of almost everything she owned. Her poor gray and red uniform was rapidly approaching it's limits, and yet Spas was rather proud with just how big she was becoming.
"Isn't it amazing commander? *Huff* Last month you could still button over my chest but now you can't even button the one under that! *Fuuu*" Exhaling with all her might, her throbbing tummy refused to budge but her breasts fought back with their bouncy softness and sheer size.
"Hold… on… almost… there…. Gotcha!"
"Eep!" *Snap!* The stray button launched to the right of the commanders eye with the force of a 12 gauge slug as the big girls breasts bounced free
"Damnit! You alright Sabrina?"
"*Haaa* Y-yeah.. Just surprised. That was close, but kinda fun... T-think you can try again?"
"I dunno… I don't think any other buttons on this shit have a chance of even making it across. And I'd like to keep both my eyes for now, wouldn't be able to admire my beautiful handy work without 'em!" His hands found their way back to her belly where they sank into her fat.
"Th-that tickles c-commander!" But her plea was quickly drowned out by her own uncontrollable giggling which soon became a content chubby smile against the chest of the large man. Summers embraced her softness letting everything squish between them.
"Well… There is one more uniform in the closet… But I was hoping you could use that one for our trip around the world, you'll need the extra room for all the state dinners and whatnot. Buuut… I guess it's fine that you're just a little ahead of schedule…"
She let out a short smug laugh still in his embrace. "Heh, yeaaah... I… I just want to make the most of our time together, that's all. And the food has been *erp* really good! 'scuse me."
***
"Open wide." He commanded reaching over her breasts from the other end of the couch pressing into her firm belly. Her gray sleeveless uniform was straining around her chest and middle giving glimpses of soft pale skin. Another large spoon entered her mouth and came out clean. Spas smiled, her many smiled with her, the reclined angle on the couch helped. She loved her ice cream, always had, spoonful after spoonful, quart after quart, lounging out on the couch as her favorite 80s movies played in the background, it was just so good, it was all good, and she needed more. More ice cream. More snacks. Spas was a happy, hungry girl, and she was never truly satisfied.
"*Mmph* C-commander, I know you mean well *Huff* b-but please. *Umgnf* I-I think I'm done worrying about my weight now… Can you melt it..? P-pour it into me please? I-It's much more efficient... *Urp*"
"Sure thing! Lemme, just, shimmy my way, off here..." The commander was somewhat precariously positioned, outstretched and against her mighty pilow of a belly, but slowly and carefully worked his way off her gurgling gut.
"Yeah I guess that would be faster, one gallon of melted ice cream coming right-" The Commander barely finished his sentence as he stood up straight fixing his crimson uniform when a chubby pouting face caught his eye.
"Just *erp* one?" Her red eyes bore a hole through his heart, if it wasn't for her huge belly and breasts getting in the way of her reclined glare from the far end of the couch one would assume she was being starved!
"I take it one isn't exactly enough? What are you feeling today dear? 2? 3? 4?" Spas was positively drooling at the possibilities. "Might I remind you of your lunch with MP40 in a few minutes?"
"Oh shoot… Umm.. A-as many as you can feed me before I have to start walking over!"
"Walking? Ha! I'll carry you. Don't worry about it."
"Tha- *Burp*, Thank you Commander… I just…"
"It's fine. I want to. Now open." The commander returned to his gluttonous T-doll with a gallon of the fattening liquid and poured it in her awaiting mouth. "Between you and me Sabrina, I don't think your uniform is going to last to take off…" a small giggle was the only thing that escaped her as the first of several gallons of ice cream flowed into her awaiting belly.
***
The ice cream stuffing managed to calm her hungry stomach. But there was no time for the big girl to rest, her friends were in need of their own treats and once again she was whisked off to her next meal.
The winter months had treated the rest of the girls well, most field ops had been postponed until further notice so there wasn't much else to do but give in to the odd Commanders morale improvement Initiative. The effects of which were mostly clearly seen on those in close contact with the resident queen of gluttony; Spas-12 herself, who was already one of the largest T-doll's at Griffith and Kruger even before the temperatures dropped below freezing.
MP40 was certainly putting in effort as she always did, but it wasn't having near the drastic effect she was hoping for. For almost the entire winter she had worn some combination of athletic shorts, loose fitting tanks or a black crop top that highlighted her growing figure. Her stomach was being strained daily by the constant onslaught of rich food that she found herself consuming. She was already rather pudgy even before the snow hit, with a nice soft layer of squishy pudge coating her usually exposed belly, but as the winter and stuffings carried on, her middle grew. The waistband on her shorts started to dig in deeper and deeper all around as she filled out wider and thicker, eventually letting her small paunchy abdomen protrude out. Day by day, more and more of her developing pot belly found it's way over her increasingly too small pair of shorts. At the beginning of the winter her breasts were formidable double D's, still, they had been utterly dwarfed by Spas and her wobbling watermelons, but by most accounts MP40 was considered moderately to well endowed, but her bust's inferiority compared to the other girls continued to feed the blond T-doll's desire to grow. Little by little her chest began to increase in size however, by the depths of winter, her black crop top was looking more like a tight sports bra holding a couple of bouncy softballs, but where she really shined was her lower body. Wider than the rest, her hips swayed to and fro wherever she walked. Her fatty thighs flared out precisely at the base of her butt which was making some chairs rather difficult to escape. The lower half of those hefty butt cheeks were plenty exposed by her rather small shorts that continued to show more and more as they were stretched wider and wider. The small slits on the side of the shorts were absolutely necessary to account for the width of her hips and increasing thickness of her ass. The stout blond was indeed becoming quite the pear, though the rest of her was still no joke.
Her loyal husband Leon was a twig of a man but was steadily growing himself, not so much physically like his darling wife, although his muscles were certainly developing with all the physical work he was doing as of late, but menaly. He has always been a timid one who had rarely taken the lead in their relationship, but with MP40 aggressively stuffing herself seemingly by the hour it was becoming necessary for him to take up a more active role. Whenever MP40 hit a wall, it was Leon who had to hand feed her the rest of her meal. When MP40 was stuffed to the point she could no longer move out, it was Leon who had to carry her back to their bedroom to "rest". In reality it was MP who was in control, Leon was simply doing as he was told, but he was doing a damn fine job of it. Anyone with eyes could notice just how fat her ass was becoming, or how wide her hips were growing, even how soft her relatively small tummy was getting. Yes, He was doing his job as a cook and a feeder well, but there was more… Leon had given MP40 something very special on the day they were oathed to one another, a mother's cross. She had worn it proudly on her uniform for a time, (while it still fit), but always yearned to earn it properly. It felt dishonest to wear an award for something she didn't actually do and she was eager to correct that. She had wanted a big family for some time now, but this somewhat accelerated things. Up till now, she had taken the Initiative for all these matters in their relationship, but with her valiant effort to pack on as many pounds as her smaller frame could take, it was Leon who needed to take some responsibility. All accord to plan, Leon found his new wife's thickening body as enticing as ever, their "rest" times in between meals was usually not so restful, but neither seemed to mind. By the end of the day, Leon would usually rest his tired feet in his office chair, only to find a very plump and bouncy rear in his lap shortly thereafter. "Ready to make me a mother tonight dear?" Her soft loving voice sang every night or so after a post dinner snack, he couldn't always take the lead. MP40 did recognize just how much work her thin framed husband was putting in for her and how tired he must have been after a very full day of cooking and making love, she did what she could to learn some kitchen basics to return the favor. When it was clear his endurance was reaching it's limits, MP40 took a turn tending to him. Unlike her own meals though, Leon got plenty of protein, complex carbs, and vegetables, he was going to need the extra energy and muscle moving forward. It was a well deserved break for the young lad before another busy day.
Still, it was Leon who did most of the cooking and MP who did most of the eating, Her poor stomach, used to subsisting on the bare minimum in the field, was struggling with the sudden increase of food, but MP40 held strong, as she always had.
"I-l know it's possible for us T-dolls to have children, it has to be! M-my body's just too malnourished!" MP40 shoved another slice of lasagna into her softening face across the table from a much larger Spas who was busy stuffing her face with pizza and pasta. Finishing the tray, Mp40 twiddled her next bowl of carbonara, she was getting full but there was still so much food in front of her. Looked like she would need to employ her husband yet again.
"Not *ermph" trying to esca-*Mmph*-pe combat now MP40? *Gulp*" Came the muffled but playfully voice of M14 from the corner of the room who was busy shoving slices of apple pie into her own chubby face. Leaning over several pies to make the trip easier, her surprisingly large breasts hung comfortably in her black bikini top, free from her modified and oversized tan US Marines uniform, currently draping all the way down to her elbows.
"N-never! Having children is a battle on its own!.. A-and I can support my fellow T-doll's just as well with a family of my own!" Due to the outburst, the chubby blond found the energy to bring her bowl to her face and down the contents, slamming it down with a satisfying thud. "A-and besides! I have given so much to this company and my friends! I deserve to have my own life..."
The normally up-beat M14 paused her snacking for a brief moment but quickly collected herself. "S-sorry MP, I didn't mean to…"
"It's ok... I'm just tired of this war. M-more than anything I just want the comfort of a family life, the kind I can only imagine right now… without the stress of work or anything, just my family... B-but is that even possible? And will I be any good?"
The silvered haired blob piped up from the other end of the table to everyone's surprise. "Well... *Omphf* please… *Mmph* e-eat up… *MmMm* let's *hurp* g-get some meat on t-those bones first!" Spas was nearly out of breath having inhaled mostly carbs instead of oxygen, but she was still eager to help her friends in her own way. The big girl wiped her face, took a breath and re-adjusted her impressive behind, the two chairs creaking in pain. "*Huff* MP, you're going to be a great mother, you just need to fatten up a little more! To get there! *Heff* No one knows how to organize and plan things as well as you! *Puff* A-and you're so kind! You're an absolute sweetheart who's always looking out for others! Now cheer up and eat more pasta! I wanna see you outgrow those shorts by spring!"
"Y-you really think so?... I-l guess if you think it's possible.."
"Of *mMmph* of course it's possible! *Gulp* That's why it's called spring you know! Cause you spring out of your clothes from all the winter weight!" Her last words were breathy as her overstuffed stomach gurgled and groaned. Still, Spas reached for yet more pizza with her thick fingers.
"That's not… You just made that up." Smiled the blond girl softly.
"*Mrmph*-aybe"
MP40 resumed her meal with some reassured confidence, everything would be ok as long as she just put on a little more weight. She didn't plan on getting too big, just big enough to have as many children as she could, whatever size that was for her. But she would do it, and with Spas at her side and food this good, it had to happen soon enough.
While MP40 was trying to put on weight intentionally, M14 was putting on weight by accident. With Springfield busy elsewhere with her new husband, M14 took her place helping to feed the impossibly hungry Spas. The American T-doll's spunky and carefree attitude were always welcome, though behind her boisterous exterior lurked a hyper efficient war goddess. She dominated on the battlefield and anything she put her mind to, but the key was the latter. Always the trickster, she was sneaking samples of her own delicious work, but sometimes it was a little more than samples.
"M14! Those pies are for Spas! You know her and MP need something for dessert." SAT8 was too busy stirring a massive pot of Stroganoff to do anything but lecture from afar. If the spunky twin tailed girl kept eating like everything was hers, there'd be nothing for the rest of them! Well at least it wasn't going to waste... Her thighs had always been on the thicker side, but those hams were definitely beyond thick by now. White thigh highs dug deep into her fatty legs just beneath her short blue skirt which had only gotten shorter as her ass and hips expanded outward. Her uniform, while draping around her middle to show off her ever growing chest covered by a black bikini top, was really being used to hide the substantial amount of paunch that was forming, but it couldn't hide forever...
"I know! That's why I made 12! These 4 are all for me! Just like these extra pizzas and extra burgers and extra-"
"All right, all right, good work M14, you are as good as they say! How about you take a break and eat up! We gotta start getting ready for Hk416's lunch!"
"Yes ma'am! I already have a few extra cheese cakes for her, Spas, MP, and me!"
"Way to go girl! Well you've certainly earned it! Eat up!" Using her large belly flab as support, SAT heaved the pot over to the table in front of Spas. No use in putting it in a bowl, the silver haired glutton would just drink the entire contents in one large gulp.
"Oh and Leon! Excellent work on the cakes, the Black Forest cakes are exceptionally well done!"
"Yes ma'am, just as you said: lots of Kirsch, chocolate and cream. Probably has the caloric density of rocket fuel."
"Lovely! In that case I think we can save for 416! I know she'll appreciate the booze." The fluffy golden Lion smiled.
"Yes ma'am."
HK416 was fattening up nicely as well, her round voluminous thighs rubbed together when she angrily paced, causing her to eat more, causing her to get angrier, causing her to eat…
Her blue Bundeswehr jacket could no longer close over her bulging belly and breasts leaving her bare tummy exposed on her plush lap. As the winter had progressed and her body grew, her annoyance with her increasing size slowly changed and some other thoughts started to creep in... She was the best, always had been, always will, what would a few pounds change? She deserved to be spoiled, she deserved to eat whatever sweet treats she wanted. She was the greatest T-doll at this company! Maybe the world! Why wasn't everyone treating her like royalty? It didn't take long but even without Spas' one on one meetings, the blue haired, self proclaimed princess was eating monstrous amounts, and it looked like that wasn't going away anytime soon.
"A-*Burp"-alright, I-l think that's enough for now… *heff*" Spas tried to wiggle her way up but her overstuffed stomach did not appreciate moving so soon. "Gotta... *Huff* eat more... *heff* with... *puff* HK…" Her belly bounced atop her lap with each attempt, sloshing and jiggling in it's gray cloth prison, so much food, so much pasta, so much cheese, so much goodness. Honestly it was amazing something hadn't busted yet, but diamonds of squishy pudge between the buttons made it clear that even her largest uniform was rapidly reaching its limits.
Realizing the futility of the effort, commander Summers who had remained rather quiet during the meal, found himself reaching his arms under hers and hoisting the queen of gluttony to her feet from behind her two chairs. Did her ass seriously get wider already? Or is it just her thighs?...
"What would I *Huff* do without you? Now... where's my cart?"
"Right here sister!" Cheered SAT8 moving the cart closer to the waddling Spas. "Careful this one is extra full today, wouldn't want you and HK to go hungry!"
"Of *erp* course not! I'll *hep* see you all in a few hours for dinner!" Spas was on her way through the door when a subtle *Thunk* was heard as the round girls ass jiggled beneath her skirt. "Uh… I… I think I'm stuck!" Sure enough the pudgy sides of her hips had sunk themselves into the doorframe. The commander had done his best to carry her enormous body in different ways to avoid such issues, but it was too late for that now, even so there was a limit to his magic. She strained and she wiggled but her voluptuous rear held, Spas was indeed stuck.
"Come on sis you got this, remember you're a T-doll." SAT was already back to her oven as Summers nervously approached the door.
"N-need a hand Sabrina? I could give you a push?"
"N-no *Huff* SAT's right… This is what I was built for… Here *Oof* we go!" A terrible crunching noise shook the room as splinters and drywall dust filled the air. Spas dug in with her tree trunk legs and pushed. Harder and harder, the sound got worse, then better, and then it was done. Freedom.
"Whew!... W-well that was *Huff* fun!" Leaning on her cart of pastries for support, an uncharacteristically nervous Commander Summers stood behind her in the doorway that had just been widened. The other girls cheered behind him at her destructive display.
"Umm… Sabrina… I, uh, just had a, uhh, realization and you're not going to like... I-I want to be clear that I don't like it either but… The door on the small jet they found for us is... a bit smaller than the door here… we… you… might need to cut back a bit if you're going to fit in a month or so… I'm really sorry, I want what's best for you, but we just want to be realistic…" Spas had never seen him so nervous, but what he said shocked her.
"C-cut… b-back?" I-impossible! Was she really too big? Was she actually too big for him?! Tears started to form and roll down her chubby face as her mind went into overdrive. No...
"C-comander… n-no… I thought… we.. everything was… I c-can't!" Her large legs wobbled, but the cart helped support her weight for the moment. The Commander did what he could to embrace her large quivering body sinking his arms into the fluff around her. Her mind continued to race as she held the strong man close. She was just getting used to being so big, It was simply unthinkable to suddenly stop! E-eat less?! It couldn't be done, not anymore, she was always hungry, she always needed more, she couldn't stop, not now, not ever! The gluttonous T-doll lived to eat, she always had in some way but now there was no turning back. There had to be another way. Her red eyes welled up as she muttered "W-what about a b-boat?"
The commander pulled back from where he had nestled his head in her thick neck under a silver pigtail to meet her twinkling eyes. "Ah… well… I guess so… But that would be a lot slower… And dangerous if we're not careful..."
"B-but I could fit right?... A-and I could sill eat?"
"Uh… I'd assume so…" His eyes darted away from hers, this could have been handled a lot better if he had just thought it through…
"A-and I'm not too big for you?"
Ah… well that explains a lot. "No Sabrina... I love every inch of you… and I always will."
"E-even if it's more work for you?"
"It's not work if it's for you… You're a heroine who deserves nothing less than the best. After this war is all done, I swear to you, I will do everything in my power to make sure you are free to eat as much as you want… Forever... A-and I will be there with you…"
"You *Sniff* will?"
Wiping her tears with a gloved hand, the commander reached into his pocket to pull out a small box, but before he got a word in the big girl's eyes lit up. "What's that Commander? A new snack?" Damn she really did love food… Cute... Smiling to himself, he opened it revealing a silver metal ring . "... Oh!?... D-Does this mean I'm not just pretending to be a heroine anymore? I've become a real one?... N-no takebacks, okay?"
"Never." He slid it on to her finger with very little room to spare. "I don't mean to rush off but I have a boat to find, and you have a lunch to get to. Don't want to leave HK416 waiting again huh? I'll see you soon for dinner though ok? I love you Sabrina." He gave her a soft kiss on her pasta sauce stained lips, then kneeling down planted another on her wide pale belly peeking out between her buttons. "You are beautiful Sabrina, and you will never be too big for me. I promise..."
"T-thank you… I-I love you too commander..." Her drying eyes followed his every move as he gave her belly one last soft embrace, rose to his feet and gave her fat cheek a light peck. And with that, he was off. Leaving Spas with her cart full of goodies, a belly full of pasta, and a heart full of butterflies.
***
Chapter 10
HK416's growling stomach shook her awake as broken flashes of collapsed buildings and gunfire faded away as her sharp green eyes adjusted to the light. She was still in her office after a short post breakfast nap, well technically no one's office, squad 404 didn't really exist on the books for Griffin & Krueger so most of their amenities were scraps left over from others. She hated it, one of, if not, the greatest squads, and this is how they were treated, or more importantly, how she was treated. After everything she and the rest of 404 did for the private military company they worked for, all they got were scraps. But not today apparently…
As her eyes and mind adjusted to the living world, a new meal awaited her. It would be weird if stuff like this didn't happen to her so often, though the sheer quantity was odd. Her old desk was covered inch to inch in a wide assortment of cakes and pastries, her favorites too, marble cakes, fruit tarts, honey cakes, Gugelhupf, butter cakes, cheese cakes, chocolate cakes, and many different towering sponge cakes dripping with Bavarian cream. Her belly grumbled, still a little bloated from the enormous breakfast that had appeared in the same place before her impromptu nap. Yet somehow she was still hungry.
She gave her pale middle a squeeze and sighed. For some time now, it seemed like she had been eating anything and everything placed in front of her, much to her waistline's detriment. Her appetite had never been an issue before when times were bad but things were different now, they weren't great but they were better. She deserved it after all! What's a few pounds gonna do to the greatest T-doll ever made? After years of getting left-overs she was finally getting real meals, anyway she could always work off the extra weight later.
I'll just take one…
Crumbs of buttery pastry and powdered sugar fell down her exposed cleavage. Her black compression bra was doing it's best but had lost most of its stretch in recent months. Useless, of course they gave me hand-me-down clothes. In her frustration she grabbed a fruit tart mindlessly.
"*Monch* F-fine.. i-it is good… " Somewhat begrudgingly, she grabbed another two slices of Strudel placing one on the small pale potbelly jutting out on her lap.
As she was eating away something rumbled in the deep, but this time it wasn't her stomach.
The familiar thumping of Spas-12 could be heard through the halls as an enormous cart of food came into view followed by an equally enormous silver haired girl.
Oh dear lord no… That voice cried out again but there was no stopping what was already in motion.
The sound of cracking wood and splintering timber wasn't too abnormal but it was surprising. Without missing a beat, Spas symply waltzed through the doorway as her ass busted out the frame. Good God she had gotten large...
"*Ermph* Oh! *Mmph* Spas! *Mmph* I'm not done... *umph* yet... *Omph* today. *Mönch* You.. clearly brought... *Huff* a lot…" Crumbs and cream covered her face, breasts and belly, the latter of which was so over stuffed already that simply shifting up in her undersized chair for a better view was difficult. Immediately she reclined back and ate another piece of cake. She earned it.
"Not done! *Hrmph* Well I can fix that… *Huff" Spas was already hyperventilating, or was that exhaustion from her little doorway remodel? It didn't matter, her eyes were fixed on the food in front of the blue haired girl. "*Heff* H-hey HK… L-let me help!"
"*Omph* N-NO!" mmmmm~ "N-No! *Hurmf* Th-this is mine!" The very plump looking HK tried to emit a threatening aura from behind the smorgasbord of german desserts, but she just came off as a little sad. At least her ice cold eyes managed to maintain their intimidating power. However her exposed belly button at the end of her bloated middle seemed to convey more authority in this situation as it peaked over the table. Her stomach was doing most of the thinking now anyway.
"I-I don't need help… This is mine… J-just give me a few more minutes… Let me… Let me enjoy this…"
"Oh… ok… well... I'll just get started myself... "
"W-wait… wait for me… to… finish…" Another big bite of cheesecake from the seemingly never ending pile.
Spas couldn't help but giggle to herself, so naïve. "Well. If that's how it's going to be, then so be it!" There was something in Spas' overly cheery tone that worried HK but she couldn't pin down why.
Dusting off bits of debris from her red skirt, Spas set her cart aside and made her way to HK helpless in her chair.
"You don't want to share huh?"
"*Nguff* N-No… "
"I'm hungry too ya know…"
"Uh huh… *Scarf*"
"Very hungry…"
"*Omph* O-Ok…"
Spas was now on HK's side of the desk, towering over her with red eyes and a cheery smile looking like an overstuffed sausage in that undersized gray shirt. A very intimidating overstuffed sausage.
"If you don't want me to eat until you're done with your food, then let's make sure that happens sooner than later, capish?"
"Oh… Sheiße…" Crumbs fell from her face as she realized her mistake, never get between Spas and food. Well too late.
"Open wide! I'll make sure this is over quickly…"
The benefits of being a T-doll are numerous, enhanced speed, endurance, strength, flexibility, and significantly reduced pain receptors are all perks that make a T-doll superior to a human in combat. It turns out T-dolls are also superior to humans at both eating and feeding thanks to these same attributes as HK was finding out. Her stomach had swelled to accommodate the enormous amount of food that was being shoved into her at a blistering pace. Her knees had seemingly disappeared beneath the weatherbaloon of a belly that was hers. Just a few more cheesecakes… And marble cakes… And… Whatever…
Thought was fading, she was too full to move much less think, at least she could try to enjoy the sensation. Spas seemed to be enjoying herself somewhat. Her red eyes a glow, she moved with a speed that would have been impossible for a human of her size, her own belly occasionally fighting with HK's for dominance.
Well now I know how Spas got so big so fast…
"Oh look! Another 5 cheesecakes! Would have been nice to share those with ME huh? Well, I'll just put them with the other 30 or so... "
"*Mmph!*"
"Not like I don't share my food all the time... "
"*Urpher!*"
"Out of the kindness of my heart too!.."
"Herlph!"
Minutes passed, though to HK, they felt like an eternity, but eventually Spas was beginning to slow down, the endless table wasn't entirely endless it turned out. Bite after bite, it hurt so much. But it tasted so good! Either way she was going to regret all of this at the end. Probably.
The table was finally empty, Thick cream covered almost everything in the room but mostly HK and the taught pale belly in her lap. Spas had mostly returned to normal, satisfied with her work she was busy enjoying the deckor licking herself clean and snacking from the cart of food that was now all hers, well maybe…
"Oh hey HK! These are for you!"
Oh God please no more! HK tried in vain to voice her concerns but she was so packed with food there was no room left for words. Buried beneath the enormous orb of gut that filled out to her knees, she couldn't stand to escape or even lean forward to see what was directly in front of her. Short staccato breaths escaped her cream covered face in protest until she saw what Spas had in mind. Black forest cake! And was that… her superhuman nose smelled it immediately. Real Kirsch liquor?! Oh… Well I guess just this once… What could one more cake do? She could just work it off later… Right?
HK could only open her mouth and accept more in spite of the pressure in her belly. Spas was hand feeding her a bit slower than before so she got to savor every bite and ignore how much it hurt. She was the greatest T-doll ever made! She could handle it. Now if only she could eat like this and not gain weight. This kind of pampering was fitting for someone of her position. No! She was already too fat as is and this was only going to make her even fatter! Well she could always try tomorrow… Yeah that would be better, she deserved to enjoy this at least a little.
She was a little surprised when Spas brought out the second black forest cake, but was even more surprised by the third. How in the hell?! Each one was harder to justify but somehow she managed it. Fitting them in her enormous bulging belly was the easy part, at least in comparison.
Ah sweet alcohol… *Hic* Oh dear no… *Hic* Oh well… *Hic* Alcohol had a way with HK too, like the food as of late, when she started she just couldn't stop, she loved it dearly but she wasn't proud of what she did in its influence. Eh… she deserved to unwind a little…
The cakes were boozy, and delicious. Perfect. Thought HK. Her eyes closed to simply enjoy the feeling while Spas went back to her snacking.
"Hey, have you heard about Mp40 and Leon?" Spas asked between mouthfuls now sitting below HK's view.
Time and alcohol had helped relax her to an extent, simple words were at least a possibility.
"N-No- *Hic* W-why?" her hands were gently massaging the orb in front of her though they couldn't exactly reach each other.
"Oh *monch* they've just been trying to have a baby, you know how MP is… but nothing's happened! *omph* Any clue?"
"Dumm-*Huff* -kopf."
"Hrm?"
"Idiots… *Hic* We… Are… T-dolls… Not… Human…" it sounded like Spas had stopped eating for a moment to think.
"Uh, we still gain weight last I checked… That's pretty human… right?"
"That's.;.. just … dumb… but… not... relevent…"
"Yeah sorry, not really getting it-"
HK adjusted her belly to try and get more breathing room with little success. "We… can't… have… children... "
"Oh…" Her munching stopped and her red eyes went wide. "Oh no… MP... she's gonna be devastated… Oh... or Mama Springy… we need to tell them soon! MP40 thinks she's still too thin, and you know how stubborn she can get sometimes."
"No. Not yet, "
"Oh, I guess, I feel like we should be honest with them, do you have any ideas HK?"
"Y-Yes… just need… time to... look into it…"
"O-ok… I'm trusting you HK, I believe you but for the record girl, I think I would rather tell them now… this is kinda a big deal to them…"
"later.. "HK still could barely see over her engorged belly but with the food and alcohol now taking effect a nap was sounding quite lovely. Little by little her eyes fluttered closed listening to the sounds of Spas munching happily out of sight. She was so full, so big, it was kind of nice.
***
Warm weather was on its way and the ground was beginning to soften, it wasn't the only thing softening. A few select T-dolls in the private military company G&K had put on a significant amount of weight in that time.
All according to plan. Well that was only somewhat true, the girl's had done this to themselves of their own. Commander Summers gazed out at the T-dolls he had personally seen the growth of. The passionate cook SAT8, the war goddess and well meaning troublemaker M14, the aspiring mother MP40, and of course, the queen of gluttony herself; Spas-12. There were others, yes, others who had learned to enjoy themselves and put on a little weight but these were his crowning achievements. But was it enough? At least these few would be safe for now, Spas especially, but for how long?
He had no idea how long until his "moral support" antics would catch up with him. Someone higher up was bound to crack down on this once they realized half the company was too fat to move much less fight. No they needed to be fatter, all of them, only then they could be safe. Or this awful conflict would have to come to an end. Soon he thought. Just not soon enough.
For now the girls were all eating happily, food piling up on the table, and Spas was downing most of it. The rest of the girls weren't skimping much ether with MP40 really packing on the pounds as of late. Her ass was routinely getting stuck in chairs after regular binges. It was rather cute how embarrassed she got when it was brought up. Just the other day her gremlin of a sister MP41 was smacked across the head for grabbing a handful of the wobbling thing in the hall.
The American M14 was occasionally down for some teasing but she generally could tell where the boundaries were. Her gluttony however was mostly unbound.
"Hey Hey! Gimme that!"
"M14 you've had enough, I can see your belly through your uniform!" jumping up and down in front of her commander's raised arm wasn't helping her wardrobe situation but those chocolates weren't going to recapture themselves!
"Ha pervert! Gimme! Or else!"
"Or else what?" Sam was doing his best to appear in control.
"Or else I'll sit on you!" She stopped jumping, choosing instead to stand with authority, her chest still jiggling in a black bikini for a comically long time.
The young blond commander nearly keeled over from the absurdity. "Sit on me?! Is that a threat?" his laughter was escaping between words but more importantly, the chocolates were lowered for a brief second.
"HA! Gotcha! None for you!" the small plate of delicacies was gone in the next second, no survivors remained.
"You… You're going to need to train that off at some point I swear!"
"Ok, shoot better than me then." She skipped away to liberate some bread rolls, leaving Sam dumbfounded in place.
Summers bumped him with his shoulder." Hey man don't take it personal, maybe you should just let her be, you know?"
"I-I guess.. Why do you encourage her commander?" Sam was still a little dazed from the blatant insubordination.
" 'cause she deserves it. How many times has she saved your butt in the field?"
"More times than I can count sir."
"Well there you go! Maybe you should be a bit more thankful." He put a hand on Sam's shoulder. "Let her enjoy herself, Sam. You know what she's been through."
"Fine… just promise me she won't get as big as Spas over there, I'd like her to still fit through doors."
"Hey man, no promises, some things are even out of my control believe it or not. Oh! Are you and M14 coming to Sabrina's farewell feast tomorrow? We're leaving soon and the girls wanted to do something special."
"Wait, bro. You're telling me this isn't a feast?! Your girl already ate like 3 huge cakes and a dozen things of pasta!! That's normal?!"
Summers gave a nervous chuckle. "Haha, yeah… A girl's gotta eat ya know? Besides man, she looks good with the extra weight."
"Sure, sure, I can respect a little pudge, but your doll is going to be rivaling Jupiter cannons in a couple years at this rate!"
"Heh, I guess… I just hope we can get our trip done without too much... difficulty. I want her to be happy and eat as much as she wants but… if we don't somehow end this conflict soon, She'll never truly be safe. None of them will be."
"Yeah, well, I have faith in you, a lot of us do even if they don't want to admit it. I still think you're weird as fuck but damn if you don't get results. Just… keep your eating machine under control, alright?"
"Ha, we'll see, we'll see…"
***
HK grumbled, she hadn't felt full in so long, yet her body felt more like Jello then the tight firm killing machine she used to be. Her belly, and whole body for that matter, had softened into a one big soft roll around her midsection that spread across her wide lap, her thighs and ass had swelled to accommodate the excess calories and her poor skirt was looking more like a strained belt then anything else, not that one could even see it from the front anyway.
She took another bite of Gugelhupf when the sound of wood splintering caught her attention. *THUD* with the force of a meteor as her enormous meaty rear met the ground with the remnants of her chair beneath.
"S… Spas!" She said through a mouthful of sweets. Infuriated, she grabbed another cheesecake from the edge of her desk to continue her snacking on the floor, not so much hurt as she was furious, and hungry, God was she hungry.
But Spas was nowhere within earshot, already boarding the rust bucket of a ship the couple was getting ready to make their big journey around the world.
Somewhere to the west, an old ship sailed off into the Mediterranean loaded down with enough food for a small army.
"Huff, more please, huff more…" Drums upon drums of empty ice cream littered her rather cramped quarters in the deps of the old ship with Spas in the center of it all, a pale fat mess sticky and glistening in only her severely undersized panties. Not that they were even visible at this point, either because of her bloated and overstuffed belly stretching to her knees or the wideness of her thigs and ass, letting the fabric dig deep into her flabby sides.
"Sabrina, uh… I.. "
"Come on! *Huff* commander! That ice cream *huff* isn't going to finish itself!" behind the mess of ice cream on her face that spread from silver pigtail to silver pigtail was a chubby smile that could melt steel. Summers was hesitantly grabbing yet another drum of the sweet stuff while at the same time trying to make himself heard, a task that had grown increasingly difficult as of late.
"Ha yeah but.. Don't you want to save room for our first state dinner? We'll be there tomorrow, you know… I thought you were excited to try all the new food?" Spas licked her lips and took a deep breath, there was so much packed away in her enormous belly, she couldn't help but focus on the pressure and weight of everything, it was nearly orgasmic, maybe just a little more though…
"So… goood… so… much… foood…" Now she was just rubbing her fatty thighs together under the weight of her belly, there was just so much beautiful fat everywhere, and soon to me so much more. "*Huff*" her eyes refocused on the commander who was still waiting for a response but had distracted himself by massaging her soft sticky belly.
"Sabrina? You alright?"
"*Huff* Y-yeah…Thank you commander… I am excited for tomorrow… all that food… so many new things to try… so many old things to try again… Oh~! I Want it all! I just want to eat and eat and eat! I want my belly to be as big and stretched as it can to fit as much as I can~! I just love food so much!" Spas was breathing heavy just getting that out thanks to the pressure of everything on her body. The commander was still rubbing around her belly button and gave it a kiss.
"Ah … well I can't argue with that logic.. I'm sorry for underestimating you…Guess you'll always be that little chubby T-doll with eyes ten times bigger than her stomach no matter how big you get…" He said looking up from over the horizon of her swollen belly down the canyon of her cleavage to her glistening red eyes. "I love you Sabrina, I just worry sometimes about you." his hand groped at her flab on the sides of her belly and Spas' eyes fluttered with pleasure.
"I love you too commander… *Puff* I wouldn't be this big without you… I can finally be me… But… don't worry, love.. I'm.. *Huff* tougher than I look…" she gave her belly a little jiggle side to side as the commander simple embraced her wobbling gut in all it's softness.
"Yeah… I guess you're right"
The stuffings continued well into the night until her stomach began to growl again as it anticipated her usual hearty breakfast of eggs bacon, biscuits and gravy. After that Summer did his best to spoil her every fancy until it was finally time to squeeze her out of the ship.
***
"You… you don't think *herp* they'll hate me for being so… big?" She whispered to the commander as they were guided to the dining room by a set of inhuman robots,
He gave her a serious look from under the shadow of his crimson cap. "If they have a problem with you, they have a problem with me. We're a team now Sabrina." He then took a handful of her flab spilling out the side of her gray uniform and gave it a squeeze. "Besides, who could resist all this fluff!"
She jolted upright setting her flabby body bouncing, a button sprung off and a little window of cleavage opened up across her chest. Spas let out a little sigh and a chubby pout. "Ooh... Not again… "
Summers gave her a side hug as they kept walking down the hall. "Sorry Sabrina, we'll get you a bigger uniform again soon."
"Ha, I think I'll need a tent by the end of this commander," She said lifting up some of the sagging belly in front of her. "God I'm hungry… are we almost there?"
"Right this way." The robot turned to gesture to an open set of double doors where a pleasant smell was emanating.
"Finally!" Spas gave her growling tummy a rub. "I can't believe the train ran out of food after only an hour."
"Well I'm sure lady Borromeo will have something to fix that." He smiled and gave her belly a little rub around her exposed belly button. What was supposed to last for at least most of the trip was already reaching it's breaking point.
Turning the corner, Spas' face lit up at the sheer quantity of food before her, an enormous banquet table loaded down with countless roasts, stews and pastas littered the room.
"I told her you were a foodie, and Italian, looks like she wanted to make a good first impression." Summers whispered in her ear as he massaged her flabby love handles from behind. "Bon Appetit Sabrina, I hope you're hungry."
Over the sound of Spas' eating, Summers and the president did most of the discussion, explaining the danger Sangvis posed to the area and the issue weapons suppliers like Sevestro would cause if he keeped up his business practices with a genocidal Ai, hell bent on destroying humanity.
"We need to act soon, with everything we have if we are going to stop this thing with minimal casualties ma'am. Griffin and Kryuger is a big company, but we just don't have the firepower to handle what might be coming."
The president mulled over his words while twirling her curly dark hair. "I see, and your current employer isn't willing to help?" She was doing her best to ignore Spas who had just finished her fifth stuffed roast pig. Among other things.
"No ma'am, not presently. However, if the rest of the European coalition were to act, the new Soviet Union would be forced to as well."
"Well.." She adjusted slightly in her chair, her thick thighs were nowhere near Spas', but they made some old seats somewhat uncomfortable. "That certainly quite the gamble… you know we are only a fraction of what we once were, it would take everyone, including all the States of America, to come back together one last time."
"I think they will, they'll do it, we just need to convince them. All of them."
The president gave a brief smile to the pair at the end of the table. "You seem confident I'll give you that. I'll be waiting to hear what the others say. Can I get you two another round of wine while we're here? Trust me, everything's so much better with the right wine."
Spas kept eating long after the president had gone, to the point she was almost whimpering with delight. She was becoming such a big girl, and with a stuffed belly she looked even bigger.
Spas' eyes were closed, simply taking in the fullness of her belly with her hands rested atop, but Summers prodded her button nose with something special.
"Cannoli?" Her weak voice murmured. "I *huff* love cannoli..." He fed the first to her grabbing another.
"I know you do." Creamy filling got all over her lips as another made its way into her mouth. " You know what else you love?" Spas giggled with her mouth full as he reached for more.
"You love being fat." He shoved another in before she could finish the last but spas only gave a groan of pleasure.
"You want to be so big." He grabbed a plate of Tiramisu and slid the entire thing into her face.
"Mmmmm.. oh… mmmmm... yesh… feed me.. feed me more.." She lick her lips and rubbed her exposed belly spilling into her lap as summers grabbed a few handfuls of cannoli at once.
"I'm going to do that… oh you have no idea." Now he was shoving 3 or so at a time into her and her red skirt snapped somewhere under that immense wobbling belly.
"Ohh.. mmmmm yes! Make me huge! Mmmmm.. Feed me!!!" Her belly was already beyond full but Summers kept feeding her everything he could until a button pop sounded, and then another one, then another one. Hey belly was spilling into and across her lap and the commander continued his onslaught.
"I love you Sabrina, so much, I want more of you." Spas' face was a mess and the sounds she made should have woken up half the complex. "I. Mmmmm.. love food! Mmmmm.. oh God.. mmmm I need more.." While that wasn't the answer he expected it was still good enough. He fed her the rest of what he had with reach and went for a kiss. Luckily she was very ok with that too as it turned out to be a messy make out with cream getting everywhere. "Mmm.. *Ah~* C-cary me commander.. I know you want to do it.. lets do it.."
With wobbling knees, he lifted her from her double wide seat to their modest accommodations nearby for an enjoyable night, content with the fact that this was how they were about to spend the next few weeks to months as they made their journey around the world.
***
Chapter 11
The waters were mostly clear, but Spas was eating up a storm. It seemed there was no relief for her growing appetite. Every stop they made usually included Spas shuffled out of the ship with an overstuffed belly, only to return even bigger than before. Even while on the ship, the Commander had plenty of free time to spoil her with as much ice cream as she could handle, and then some. Things were taking a lot longer than expected, which Spas didn't mind in the slightest, all the more time to eat, but the Commander was becoming increasingly anxious of the delicate gamble he had taken. Every detail had to be perfect, every meaning rearranged, every logistical nightmare averted. The possibility of all this was for nothing and his command being relinquished for wasting company resources. It was becoming a lot to handle, besides keeping Spas full (or at least as close to it as he could). He did his best to keep it to himself and spare her the stress. This trip wasn't about him anyway, it was about Spas and the other T-dolls. Besides, he was very much enjoying Spas in all her beauty. She was becoming more soft and voluptuous by the day. Even her smile seemed to only be getting cuter than her cheeks plumped up along with the rest of her. Regardless of everything he was dealing with, seeing her with a face full of food, smiling and laughing at his dumb jokes, made it all worth it.
Meanwhile, Spas was having the time of her life, indulging herself with everything put in front of her, not even noticing how big she was getting. She felt free, released from the bonds of self consciousness. Free to enjoy herself without thought or care. She had never considered the consequences of such absurd levels of gluttony and truthfully there was little reason for her to. She was not human, an organic robotic hybrid capable of feats far beyond that of any person. The only things that had held her back like her need to perform on the battlefield and the fear of being judged by others were a distant memory at the moment. But consequences were just around the corner. While Spas herself may have been exempt, her surroundings were not. The titanic T-doll made her way through rusted out halls with her hips, damaging the walls and doorways. It was easy for her to ignore initially; the ship was in such an awful condition that a few dents here and there wasn't anything to consider deeply. Not when there was amazing food waiting for her.
Severely by the great war and the eventual fallout, each nation was eager to prove their still relevant wealth and display pride in each of their unique culinary cultures that were still alive and well, albeit a bit more scattered than they would prefer. Spas took full advantage of their generosity and her bottomless stomach made use of everything she could get a hold of. Big dinners were something she always looked forward to.
The German chairwoman and their last big meeting was held deep underground where a labyrinth of governmental offices and food stockpiles hid from the old city above.
"So.. you worked in disaster relief before Griffin and Kryuger?" The thin German chairwoman said, twirling her fork. Guilda wasn't one for feasts, but the passion of the enormous girl across from her ate with. It made her reconsider. The sterile white room left much to be desired in terms of decoration. Fluorescent lights hummed oppressively between breaks in the conversation, like a fly just out of view. The pair didn't mind too much, they were so close to ending this endeavor. The Commander had already said his part, so now it was time for Spas to do most of the talking.
"Yeah! My name was Sabrina back then. I helped to distribute food to those in need, but eventually I was needed elsewhere." Summers had already said his piece. It was her turn to win over their host.
"But you weren't originally designed for combat?" Guilda asked.
"Mm Mm" spas shook her head. Mouth full. "Humanitarian aid, I helped provide food and supplies to those in need." he stuffed her face again. "But.. they needed me elsewhere. Griffin & Kryuger got their hands on all the dolls they could and refitted them… Us ." She glanced at Summers. Just because she was getting serious didn't mean he could stop.
"I see" Guilda finally took a bite of salad that made her face scrunch.
"We have lost much of what made us what we were." She spun her fork around her plate. "But our culture lives on through food. No other species spends so much time on their sustenance. We do so because we enjoy it, not because it is necessary. No machine could understand that." She took another bite. "Spas. Er- Sabrina, you are so much more than a synthetic construct."
"Th-thank you, chairwoman. We have organic parts, too." She poked at her flabby belly.
The chairwoman nodded, taking a sip from her glass. "These Sangvis dolls — can they be reasoned with?"
"W-well, yeah, probably… Some of them can be a bit stubborn-"
"But we could reason with them, yes?"
"Some of them, yes, but many are directly controlled by the central AI" Summers chimed in.
Guilda set her fork down and crossed her arms. "Can we reason with her?"
Spas stopped eating for a moment. The hum of the fluorescence occupied the room. She poked at the pile of cheesy potatoes in front of her. "I love humanity and everything they create. Maybe she can see that too."
"But we won't get very far without an actual force." The Commander said, giving Spas a plate of beef rolls. "After all. As that one American politician said: `Speak softly and carry a big stick; and you will go far.'"
"That's a good point Commander." Her hands clasped together in front of her face.. "I'm not suggesting we abandon plan A entirely, just that we consider a diplomatic solution as well. Given the state of the world, it would be in all our best interests if we avoided direct conflict with Elisa. This plan isn't perfect, but I understand that throwing sentient T-dolls like Sabrina here at the enemy isn't acceptable either."
"What about Sevestro? Should we look into him further?" The Commander said.
The bold woman shifted her eyes to him. "Why? He's just one of many looking to make money off of the suffering of others. What concerns me is the depth he's willing to go. If more men like him keep fueling the conflict in the east, there's no telling how bad things could get for you and your T-dolls."
Spas returned to her food as summers took back the conversation. "And the Soviets? Think they will play along?" He said.
Guilda shook her head. "Not unless all the Americans are on board. Your patrons would kill for a chance to destroy the last of the Pan-European alliance in one place-"
"But the American presence could force them to reconsider. If they're smart, anyway."
"That's my hope. They'll only attack if they're sure they can win." she said, taking another bite of her salad.
The evening continued with their discussion, becoming less and less serious. Guilda retired to her office, leaving the couple to finish the rest of the dinner. Spas was back to her usual giddy delight as she continued to eat late into the night, though the unchanging lights made it difficult for her to even notice the passage of time. Spas cleaned plate after plate until the Commander noticed the table in front of her was lifting off the ground, suspended by her overstuffed belly.
"Uh Sabrina?" She heard him say her name but it went in one ear and out the other, there was still food that needed to be consumed.
"Sabrina… I… I think you've had enough for today." She froze, crumbs falling into her cleavage.
"Uh, w-what was that Commander?" Her ponytails jittered as she turned.
"I just think," he stalled and scratched the back of his head. "You need to slow down. We're not even in America yet and… well.. Look at yourself."
Spas's heavy breathing picked up, causing the long table to raise and lower. She ran her hands over the sides of her enormous belly. She was still not completely full, even with everything she had so far, but she was so close. Just. A little. More.
"I… I like it…" she said, grabbing a handful of fat somewhere near her side. "I thought you did too?" her smile came back as she looked at the nervous Commander.
"I do… but we have a job to do. I'm sorry Sabrina, I've been enjoying this almost as much as you have, but we need to be a little realistic." His eyes darted across her body. "You know I love you. After this is over, you won't have to hold back anymore, I promise." He bent over and gave the big girl a kiss, cleaning off some mustard on her cheek. "But until then, we both need to practice a little restraint."
"O-ok, but it's not a diet, right? I still get to try a bit of everything?" She said, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Sabrina, you're not going on a diet," He chuckled a little, wiping the sweat from his brow. "We just can't have you stuffing yourself like this every single day. Not like this anyway."
"What if I just eat at night?! My components will be asleep!" She smirked, but met his serious face.
"You know that's not how that works."
"Oh… ok. Can it be?"
"No."
Spas let out a sigh and relaxed. Clearly She would have to resort to stealthier tactics if she was going to get her fill. Though she knew no matter what happened, her trip to America would end up being very fulfilling.
***
Seagulls sang, welcoming the old rust bucket of a ship as it drifted into port.
"Come on Sabrina, breathe in on three. One… two…" Summers pulled on Spas' flabby arms.
"That. *Huff* only works for my belly!" Metal creaked around her wide hips, her face almost as red as the Commander's uniform. Spas grunted and attempted to shift her weight right and left, but it was no use. Her own size was trapping her.
"I thought I told you to take it easy on the ice cream!" He tried to laugh, but his face looked worried.
"I did! *huff* but I was so hungry!" Spas dug her feet into the metal and pushed hard. "I just had a few gallons after you went to sleep!" The surrounding walls were caving out slowly.
"This is just what-" *POP*.
Spas came stumbling forward through the steel doorway on top of Summers, pinning all but his head, feet, and hands to the dock. "S-sorry Commander! *Huff* A-are you ok?!"
He opened his mouth but there was no air left to make words, instead gasping at what he could. "I'm…. Ok..." As quickly as she could, Spas got up on her hands and knees, but her belly still covered most of him. She rocked her mass side to side, wobbling like the sea until finally gaining enough momentum to roll off next to him. Summers lay motionless, entirely focused on breathing. Spas sat sprawled out next to him, keeping a soft hand on his chest. There wasn't much she could do but wait for him to react. Her mind raced with thoughts of all the food she had been sneaking since they left Europe. Was she really too big? No, this was just an accident, right? It could have happened at any other time! But this would not have happened if she hadn't gotten so big so quickly! Oh! If only she had an ounce of restraint!
Summers glanced over at her and gave a weak smile. "Are you… Ok? "
If She wasn't so worried about him, Spas would have given him a light smack on the face. She didn't, instead opting for a hug, pulling him into her fat.
"Of course I'm ok! What about you?!"
"I'm *ow* fine. Fine *ow*" Her body was soft and comforting, but something stabbed deep in his torso.
"Sorry, sorry. Are you sure Commander? You look hurt!"
"No really. I'm fine. Trust me." He forced his face to hide the pain, but it was clear he was hiding something. Spas rolled herself up while Summers was still struggling to stand.
"Here Commander." She said, lending a hand.
"No, no, it's nothing, it's nothing- *ow*" Spas lunged to catch the stumbling Commander.
"How about I do the carrying this time?" She gave a wobbling smile.
"Yeah, ok-" Spas swung the Commander's legs up into her flabby arms, keeping him pressed against her bust. She waddled down the dock while Summers made himself comfortable in her arms.
"C-Commander?" she sniffled. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. *ah* That was kinda hot."
She flashed a genuine smile. "Weirdo."
***
An armored train awaited them on the rest of their journey at the end of the pier. A stout man in a navy blue suit stood by the enormous gaping double doors as a breath of steam spewed from its maw. "Welcome to the states, friends!" The man smiled and tipped his flat cap. The Commander kicked his feet free and swung himself upright with a shallow bow.
"We *ah* thank you on behalf of Griffin & Kryuger."
"Commander! What are you doing? You're hurt!" Spas said through her teeth.
"My job. *ow*"
"Then take it easy!" She gently bumped him with her belly. "You don't need to look tough all the time!" He nodded and let his facade fade a degree.
"You wouldn't happen to have a medical kit onboard?" He asked the man, letting himself collapse into Spas' mass. She took his arm and helped him step by step.
***
Unsurprisingly, to both, things were bigger in America. That fact couldn't have come at a better time for Spas. For the first time in a while, the large girl actually felt small as walked through the double wide doors onto the double wide train. That was something she had not experienced in a while, but she hoped it would keep happening. The compartment was minimalist, but nice, with a gigantic bed in the back, comfy chairs and a round table. The highlight was the wall of bulletproof glass opposite the doors, letting her look out at the wasteland that made up most of the area.
The man from before took summers to a different compartment to be looked at, leaving Spas all alone at the large window. The train lurched, hauling them north to start their journey. It had been hours since she last ate anything and the pain in her flabby middle was only getting worse. She was hungry, really hungry, but her worries were getting the best of her. Spas looked down from the window to the expanse of her own making, lifting part of her belly and letting it fall.
"God I am fat."
She ran her hands over all the curves and rolls she could reach. She almost couldn't believe this was all her. Maybe it was time to go on a diet? The thought made her shudder, but this time she was serious. She had just injured Summers by her weight alone! How much worse would things have been if she was a hundred pounds heavier? Two hundred? The thoughts made her heart race. She really wouldn't mind, even being an immobile eating machine made her weirdly excited. Food was her life, but this wasn't about her, this was about Summers. He had sacrificed so much for her.
Her stomach growled. Her appetite hadn't disappeared completely. Stuffing herself to her limit was amazing, but if her size was becoming dangerous for Summers, then she couldn't keep it up. She wouldn't starve herself, but she would do her best to stop herself from feeling full, no matter how hard that was. It was for his safety, so it was worth it.
The Commander returned from the other compartment and headed straight for the bed, giving a cursory smile in her direction.
She waddled quietly over to the bed,snuggling in behind him, almost absorbing his curled up body into her belly. With how big she was, she could only get so close. Plus, moving around while on her side was not the most graceful thing she'd ever done. All the awkward movements caused much of her body to jiggle. Feeling him pressed against the warmth of her belly gave her a relaxing feeling permeating deep within her.
"How's my big blanket doing?" He winced, but kept his same dumb smile, turning around and nuzzling his chin against her belly.
"Are you sure you're ok Commander?"
"I'll be fine Sabrina. I've been worse…"
"You've been better too, you know…" She brushed his hair back from his face, his eyes held back pain, but he just smiled and shoved his head into her pale belly. Spas had forgotten just how fragile even the toughest humans were. Compared to T-dolls like her anyway, seeing him pressed against all of her made him look so small.
He didn't respond. His eyes closed as the soothing sounds deep in her belly and the train lulled him to sleep. Spas kept running her hands through his hair until she succumbed to the soothing sounds herself.
When she awoke, there was a sharp pain inside her. The sounds of the train had stopped, but the ones coming from her had only gotten louder. She was hungry, starving, so hungry it hurt.
"I need a snack," she groaned, rolling on to her back. Looking around, she noticed the Commander had already left. How long had she been out? Oh shoot! Had she slept through the meeting?!
"Morning Sabrina!" a breathy voice called. "Or should I say afternoon?" He was walking out of the far compartment door with an armful of bread loaves and a plate of butter.
"I didn't miss the meeting did I? Also.. a-are you ok?"
"No, you're good. Just thought you'd be a little hungry after all that rumbling woke me up." he smiled.
"Sorry Commander… hehe… How are you feeling?"
"Fine!" He was trying to stay chipper and composed, but she could see through his charade. "Just a broken rib. Not much we can do. Just going to be a little more careful for the next few weeks."
Spas's face cringed. "Just a broken rib?! Commander! Get over here right now and lie down!"
"Fine, fine… just a sec." He set the bread down on the bed next to her. By now Spas was sitting up and looking very frustrated with her arms crossed. "I'm sorry Sabrina, I just thought you'd be hungry, that's it-"
"Then you could have asked someone else to get food! Please. Don't put yourself at risk just for me… that's my job."
"It shouldn't have to be."
Spas didn't look at Summers as she spoke. "I know."
"Do… Do you still want the bread?"
Her stomach growled. "...yes."
***
The Governor's mansion was nestled deep in the woods, Spas smiled as the sound of birds echoed deep in the forest. The walk wasn't long, and with the two able to lean on another for support it wasn't too difficult. Spas was just happy to enjoy her surroundings to the fullest, breathing in every last drop of warm sunlight and red spruce. Any frustration with Summers had since subsided from exiting the train. She knew he meant well, but she would never want someone she cared about to ignore their own wellbeing for her sake.
"I'm sorry Sabrina. I just didn't want you to worry about me. I hate seeing you worried."
"It's ok." She said, "Let me worry a little, I can handle it."
"I love you Sabrina."
"I love you too."
After such a beautiful walk, She almost didn't want to go inside for dinner… almost. She was still dreading the thought of holding herself back during a meal, but she still needed to eat something substantial, and soon. Once they were inside they were led to a quant dining room with the walls covered in woodsy charm, photos of local valleys and cliffs surrounded them.
"Welcome! Commander Summers?" A clean shaven gray haired man strode into the room and offered a hand to the half conscious Summers.
"Oh… Thank you for your hospitality." Summers said, gently taking his hand, "I apologize if I don't seem all here, just a minor injury."
"No need to apologize sir, thank you for your service, I can only imagine what you've seen out there."
"No it's not…" Summers glanced at Spas, who was holding back a smile. "Thank you. This is Sabrina or Spas-12, she's one of our best T-dolls." Spas smiled and waved, but the older man didn't reciprocate.
"I see." He looked her up and down, all several hundred pounds, then walked to the end of the bare wood table and took his seat. "Shall we begin?"
They ran through the plan together, Spas doing her best to restrain her appetite but it was almost painful, every bite was slow and controlled, at least she could savor everything she did eat. It didn't help that their host was a bit more objectionable than others.
"-So why should we be sending in people? Our people? To some worthless land in the east? Sounds like your company has plenty of expendable T-dolls."
"Well you see sir" Spas said, mouth full of bread. "I am one of those T-dolls, and we have feelings too-"
"Ah. Then Commander" He turned to Summers slumped in his chair. "Why should we be sending in people?"
"Um, I'm sorry sir but I'm still here!" Her brow furled as she reached for more food.
"Oh uh.. Because T-dolls have feelings, I'm not sure what was unclear about that…"
"You mean they're programmed to have human-like feelings, they're not the same."
Spas felt her control slipping. "W-well *mmph* My feelings are real."
"Someone else still programmed them to be that way-"
"How? Why? Who are you to speak for her experience, she is just as if not more sentient as you and you have no way of discerning how others think!" Summers slammed his fist on the table causing him to wince.
The older man was still, then whipped his hands with his napkin. "I see."
"We are willing to commit a small force of older model drones, but we will keep our regulars here. Consider yourself lucky we still have a bone to pick with your contractor. Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do. Good day Commander."
Their host stood and left through the door he came. They escorted summers and Spas out after she had finished stuffing her frustrated face with everything in reach, but she was still starving, and far too frustrated to bother thinking about eating less. Back on the train taking them south through the night, the two sat for a while, Spas' tummy filling the silence.
"Hey. Are you ok?"
"I need food, a lot of food."
"Rough day?" His half smile quickly faded.
"I… really just need this, please. I'll cut back tomorrow, I swear."
He smiled for real. "I'll ask for a feast. One last big one."
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Epilogue
Spas woke up with her belly aching. What time was it? How long had she been out? She looked around. from where she was laying she couldn't see much, just the gray wall behind her, the ceiling, and a whole lot of herself. Glancing down, she could see her double chin and the pale white of her breasts smooshed together by the last of her gray button ups, one brave button holding everything together for dear life. Beyond that was a mountain of alabaster rising into the sky. Her belly, currently pinning her obese body to the bed.
She tried to sit up but her synthetic muscles strained under the weight of so much fat. Was she really getting too big for her more artificial parts to keep up? Hydraulics in her legs kicked uselessly, they felt like oversized ham hocks. Spas huffed and grit her teeth. Servo errors filled parts of her mind. She relaxed to assess the situation. It was a blurry line between what was living organic tissue, and what was metal and circuitry. It wasn't entirely clear what was what, but it all was her.
Was she mostly machine? She wondered. Probably a few hundred pounds ago, yes. But looking and feeling how big she was. She was mostly fat. To think, she was once a thin(ish) combat ready T-Doll. And an A-doll before that.
And yet here I am… too fat to get up.
She smiled and closed her eyes, licking her lips.
I wonder what's for breakfast!
A pair of hands sunk into her belly somewhere. She looked up but saw nothing.
"Good morning Sabrina." the commander's usual warm voice called from behind the mound.
Spas smiled. "Were you talking to my belly or to me?" She felt a warm kiss tickle somewhere near her belly button.
"Well you're both pretty beautiful." His head popped above the horizon with the sunlight.
Spas giggled. "Well… we're also both pretty hungry." She gave her belly a pat on its sides. What little she could reach, anyway.
His arms swept over her belly in a big hug, and their hands met. "Need some help?" He teased, swinging her arms up and down, they slapped against her fat. "How heavy are you by the way?"
Spas squinted with a devilish smile. "Did- Did you seriously ask that?" She felt a little red on her face.
"S-sorry," He turned red himself. "I didn't-"
"It's ok." she reassured him and put on a more playful smile. "I'm not the same nervous Sabrina I was a few hundred pounds ago."
He smiled back. "Well, how about we get the new Sabrina some breakfast?"
Her face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Oh, I was worried you'd never offer! Help me up! I'm starving!"
With an impressive yank, the commander managed to tip the big girl all the way to her feet where she wobbled for a second, finding her sense of balance. Her arms flew out, pulling the commander in. Still holding her hands lightly, he stood firm, squished against her belly. Their faces met and their arms extended as if they were ready to waltz. She found her balance, but her chest fluttered, and it wasn't just from the sudden exertion. She then felt the immensity of her weight pressing into the floor. How heavy was she?
Her chin sunk into her neck as her face grew more red. "Hehe, it's kinda like in the movies, isn't it, commander?"
He looked a little surprised himself, but held firm. "I guess it is." He leaned in closer. There was so much belly in front of him he couldn't step any closer without pushing Spas over. She could feel the commander pressing into her belly and the absurd amount of food still stuffed in her stomach.
Dear God, she was still kind of full! But being full never stopped her before. It was breakfast time after all. She couldn't miss the most important meal of the day! Besides, she was hankering for a real American breakfast. Waffles, pancakes, eggs, bacon! Her mouth started to water and she felt her stomach rumble.
He leaned close to her ear. "Sounds like you're ready for more." His voice was as deep and smooth as syrup.
He let go of her hands and focused on her belly, reaching underneath the overstuffed wobbly thing and giving it a jiggle pressing himself against it more. Spas became even more aware of the weight of her belly and the food still inside. She moaned quietly as he kneed her gut.
"Seems like you're still full from last night. That's too bad~ I had soooooo much food ready to stuff you with this morning." He teased.
"I-I still want it." She whimpered with a moan. "I-I need it…"
"You need it do you? You need to be stuffed with greasy bacon? Sticky syrup soaked pancakes?"
"Y-yes."
"But you're already soooooo heavy." He jiggled her belly again.
"I-I know"
"And you're already soooooo big." He reached around and dug his fingers into the side of her enormous glutes, pressing himself against her belly more.
"Y-yeay."
"Are you saying you want to be bigger?"
Spas moaned as his hands kneaded her thick rear.
"Are you saying you want to be heavier?" He pressed himself into her again and this time she felt his erection against her belly.
She moaned again. Louder. Her mind went wild. So much food, so much to eat! "Yes!"
He guided her to the table near the window and seated her with two sturdy chairs. He left and came back with trays of pancakes stacked high. Stars danced in her eyes and she felt herself fall in love again, with both the food and the commander. So many other commands had chastised her for her glutinous appetite, but not him. Spas was pretty sure he loved her gluttonous side almost as much as she did.
He brought out more, but she was already in heaven, scarfing down as much as she could. Everything was just so good, she felt her hunger swelling along with her belly. The only thing that seemed to slow her down was the speed she could get food into her mouth. The commander started to help by rolling up bacon in pancakes like burritos and shoved them into her face. They made eye contact and spas made sure to smile as much as she could, even if her mouth was busy, her eyes said enough. She wanted to be certain he felt appreciated in his efforts.
The feeding continued for a while, but just when Spas felt she was truly getting full, it stopped. She looked around in confusion. Clearly, something must have happened to impede such bliss. The commander was cleaning up the syrup on the expanse of her belly with one hand and stacking empty trays with the second.
"W-what's going on?" She pouted.
He gave her a glance. "That was it. We can't go all the way every time you know." Spas sat there feeling stupid. She got so lost in the moment she had completely forgotten the other day.
Oh God, that's right, I wanted to hold back.
"I-I'm sorry." She sunk into her double chin.
The commander gave her a kiss on her silver head "Don't be." He smiled, his arms full of dishes. "That was still fun right?"
"Yeah." Spas nodded. She wasn't sure how to feel. On one hand, she wanted to follow through with what they talked about yesterday. Doing these smaller feasts would help her enjoy herself a bit, but she was so used to just stuffing herself until she couldn't anymore that this was almost worse! A tease of what could be. Would she rather skip a meal? Of course not.
Then what else do you wanna do? She thought.
Spas looked down, feeling a little shame at her thoughts. Summers was doing the best he could. He wanted her bigger, too. This had to be hard for him too. They were in this together, and spas just had to hold on a little longer. Right? Would there be a happily ever after? She was already so big. What was next? Her gluttony had gotten the best of her.
Of both of us. She reminded herself. But mostly me.
When he came back, Spas was licking the syrup off her face as carefully as she could. Summers grabbed a napkin and tried to help wipe her face, only to be met with a gentle but firm smack of her hand. "No! This is all mine!"
He looked a little taken aback, but then put his hands on his hips and cocked his head. "Really?" He said with a hint of sarcasm.
"Y-yeah…" she retorted, still trying to reach some of the syrup on her cheeks.
"Well, when you're done with that, let me know we gotta get you all cleaned up for our next meeting!"
Spas tilted her head, gathering some of her hair for one of her pigtails. "So early?"
"Yeah, there's a lot of smaller states in this area, so it just made sense to get a bunch of them out of the way at once."
"Oh, so we have multiple big meals to attend today?" She grinned.
"Yes, it does seem that way… in hindsight, it wasn't the best choice. I was thinking it would be fun when I planned it out, but now…"
Spas waved him to stop, trying to get her other pigtail together. He really did a good job of organizing this trip around her stomach, so she couldn't get mad at him. "It's ok it's ok! I'm sure I can hold myself back!"
"Was that sarcasm?"
Her face flushed red, and she turned her nose up in a pout. "No!"
Rich delicious smells filled her nose. She wiggled her enormous behind from chair to chair and twiddled her pigtails. She hated the plan now. There was no way she could last much longer, and this was only the first stop! There was no telling how bad her urges would be by the end of the day. She took a deep breath in to quiet her appetite, but the smell of lobster mac and cheese still beckoned her.
Spas' stomach groaned in agony. Being so close to food yet unable to eat all of it, it was just torture. She tried to stick to the healthier options, but it wasn't enough. In fact, it only seemed to make everything worse. Even though she was probably eating more than any normal person could, it couldn't satisfy her. Eating so much for so long had a way of warping what was even normal.
She glanced down at the enormous pale round mass holding up her breasts. It reminded her why she was trying to hold back. She had let herself go so much it had come to this. So much fat, so much belly spilling out in front of her. So much everything! Damn it! She shook her head. Her thoughts only made her want more for some reason. God, I'm a hopeless fatty.
Summers held her hand through the toughest parts but wasn't easy, glancing over to make sure she was alright.
The pained look on her face worried him, this girl hadn't known restraint for some time and now, perhaps there was no going back. He thought back to the other girls back at base. Would they too go down the same path as Spas? No, not all of them, Spas was… Spas was unique, but that's why he loved her. She had a love and a passion for enjoying life to the fullest. That was beautiful in its own right.
His thoughts kept going. Had he made a mistake by allowing the girls to enjoy meals together? No. Of course not. They needed all the moral support he could offer. And it would never be enough after everything they'd been through.
That night. Spas sat on the edge of her bed looking at the darkness rolling along outside their train. She couldn't sleep, no matter how hard she tried. She was still hungry, very hungry, but right now there was nothing she could do about it.
Was there? She huffed and stood up. To her surprise, the commander didn't wake up. She had known him to sleep through an artillery barrage, but her fat body was something else. She stood there and wobbled for a second, her fat belly hanging out and over her waist jiggled with the click clack of the axles below. Sweat glistened off her enormous breasts in the moonlight, bobbing on her gut.
She backed away as quietly as a 600 pound girl could, inching toward the kitchen, covering her lumbering steps with the sound of the train. All she needed was a light snack, then she would be right back like she had never gone.
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Summers awoke with the sun with an odd lack of his usual cuddly pillow. Spas was almost never up before him, but maybe she just needed to get breakfast as soon as she could. She did seem kinda hungry last night, but she was always hungry. That was just Spas. Still, something didn't feel right. He decided it was best to check the kitchen just in case.
He knew something was up when he heard a clanging coming from the next car. It had to be Spas, no doubt. He hurried through the doors and saw her enormous figure struggling on the floor, surrounded by half a dozen large metal soup warmers, each nearly as long as his forearm and as wide as a dinner plate. All of them were empty.
"Sabrina! Are you ok? What happened?" He grabbed her chunky hand and pulled, but it wasn't enough. Not from this angle. She flailed helplessly, huffing, but her body was so big and her belly so stuffed, there was little point. Her fat bloated breasts squished back and obscured some of her chin and lower face. The vast pale belly on top of her bulged up slightly but it's weight and size pinned her down. She whimpered between the sounds of the banging metal around them, looking very tired and embarrassed.
He got closer to proper lifting form, anchored his feet and pulled. Up she came and he gave her a big hug the moment she was on her feet. All the fat of her chest and belly spilled around him as he embraced her as tight as he could.
"Let's call off the diet." He said.
She didn't say anything, but her nod and sad smile said enough.
They tried to put that episode behind them as the trip continued, but Spas couldn't help but feel a little guilty for the first few days. She had tried, and she had failed to curtail her appetite and regardless of Summer's kind words; it left a pit in her stomach. He preferred to pretend like that little incident never happened and went right back to indulging her fantasies. In addition, stop after stop, new delicious foods quelled all thoughts besides 'eat' help distract her.
By the time they reached the southern states, she had almost forgotten everything. The food was too good to warrant being worried in any way. The pounds began to pile on again as they progressed. Summers was required to provide plenty of belly rubs for Spas's engorged bloated belly after every meal.
By the time they were halfway through, they had amassed quite a following from average people. News of the fat T-doll perplexed many who had never considered the T-dolls to be anything more than hardware to be used. Crowds would gather around their train to get a glimpse of Spas in the flesh. Small isolated farming communities, thirsty for news from the other, seemed surprised to be greeted by Spas' fat smiling face.
"She looks human to me. But she's huge! How is she supposed to fight? Beats me. What's the difference between us and them?" and "She looks like my fat aunt!"
It was intimidating at first but Spas got the hang of it. It was nice to see so many new friendly people. It was a good reminder that even after everything that had happened, normal people were just trying to live their lives. Spas loved to wave at them and try to talk with as many as possible. They couldn't say much about the actual military stuff, but the nature of T-dolls and who she was as a person was interesting enough. And she was no different from them. She too just wanted to live her best life with all the delicious possibilities she could get her hands on.
Moreover, people had heard about her incredible appetite and love of food with some bringing homemade dishes and old family recipes to share with the hungry girl. She loved this most of all. It seemed almost everyone had their own spin or way of doing things that made their version unique and special.
Things hadn't been going as well for the pair on the diplomatic side. As hard as they tried, there was less and less interest in helping resolve the situation with Sangvis Ferri. Summers did his best to maintain his positive attitude but Spas could see through his peppy demeanor. It worried her, which only caused her to want to eat more. She knew how hard he was working to help her sisters at G&K and it hurt to watch him put up with so much. She had to put up with her fair bit of pushback from time to time given the fact she was a T-doll but it was Summers mental health and his plan she was more concerned with now. Evey unsure state was another uncertainty to account for. More chances for failure. More chances people and Dolls would die.
Still, she ate and ate as often as there was food, and that was quite often. Spas knew how much he loved to feed her as well and asked him to do it as often as he could. Not just because it was getting difficult on her own, but she liked to see him happy.
Shame still wallowed in her. Now, along with fear and worry. All buried beneath several hundred pounds of fat and blubber. But together they powered through. Deep down she loved it all, it was rather beautiful. But her failure to show self-control haunted her.
When it was time to go back to Europe, she had easily put on another 100 pounds. Her round, wobbling belly dominated her figure and sagged almost to her knees. Her elephantine legs rubbed together as she shuffled around with a smile on her face and food in her hand. When sitting, her belly easily blanketed her huge thighs even though she tended to leave her legs apart to slow for the bulk of the belly to rest between. She easily took up most of any bed but that wasn't much of a problem. At this point, Spas was becoming a better bed than any mattress. Her clothes. If you could call them that. Seemed more like scraps of fabric painted her pillows of glistening pale fat. That, or they would just disappear amongst the folds and rolls of her immense figure. Her huffing and puffing was almost always mixed with the sound of munching and snacking. That, or the labored words of begging the commander for just one more snack.
Though they left with smiles on their faces. Their hearts filled with worry. The summer was coming fast, and the big offensive would have to commence, with or without everyone.