Undertaker33
patreon
[$10] NSFW Filling Out the Frontline Chapter 6: Midnight sweets and tubby treats
🕑 Added 2020-02-04 19:59:05 +0000 UTCDarkness held him, smothering him beneath a thick blanket of cotton wool. It was all he felt, all he knew, and for a moment, all he thought he would ever know again.
Until the chill of the arctic snow returned.
“Commander!”
He could feel the droplets falling down on his cheek. At first, he thought they were snowflakes, but when he forced his eyes open, he saw with blurry recognition a long mane of wavy blonde hair. He could see her pale white skin but his sight was too blurry. He tried blinking, and it cleared.
“Wake up, Commander!!”
Mosin was crying. Her cheeks were an angry, splotchy red. Tears were dribbling out from her bright blue eyes, and light snow dotted her long hair. Another fell, smacking him in the cheek.
“John!!” she screamed.
She was holding herself over him with one arm. It took him too long to see the missing appendage, dead circuits hanging and dripping with blood. He felt his head fall to the side, saw the other arm crushed beneath a slab of concrete. It was still sparking.
She had shielded him with her body. Mosin was a head shorter than him, with a skinny strong frame that couldn’t come close to covering his chest, but she had thrown herself over him without regard. She’d protected him.
Above them, Winters saw the collapsed ceiling hanging not two feet above. Snow was blowing down from a rubble ramp, and he began to hear the gunfire of the arctic war beyond.
“John!”
John Winters opened his eyes.
His office was dim, but not oppressively dark. He felt the breath rocking his chest, the hammering of his heart, before he saw her.
Mosin-Nagant had been skinny in his memory. But here, the girl who had chosen the name Marshmallow was anything but. Thick sausage fingers were attached to flabby biceps that quivered robustly as she shook him awake. She was leaning back on one elbow, reaching over herself while her super-sized gut pushed the bedsheets to her knees. Plump lips moved above a curvy chin. “Hey, wake up… John.”
Winters felt his breath steadying, taken in by her unblinking bright blue eyes. He didn’t speak for a moment, instead counting small numbers between deep breaths before leaning back on his fluffy pillow.
“You okay?” Marshmallow asked. She’d taken off her sweater at some point in the night, and no doubt had also removed her leggings. The massive girl didn’t like feeling oppressively warm, and she had said that sharing the bed made her feel warm enough.
The springs screeched as she bounced over to him, bonking against John with a fluffy marshmallow hip. Her breasts sat perched inside her white bra, atop her butterball belly. It took her more effort than it should to pull herself up to a sitting position, but she managed… much to the bedsprings’ dismay.
Her chin pulled into her nearly non-existent neck as she looked down at him. “You were having another nightmare, weren’t you?”
John realized how much he was looking at her body, at the heavy love handles on her sides or the way that her back fat pinched over her rear. White panties as wide as her legs were long were stretched over a pale moon. He felt his breathing steady before reaching a solid hand over and gripping Marshmallow’s thigh. He tightened his hand, sinking into her pudge, and gently quivered her.
“Yeah,” he admitted. “Just another memory.”
She looked down to his hand and smirked. “Something tells me you’ll get over it.”
Winters exhaled a hum that felt like a chuckle.
Marshmallow responded to his touch, putting her hand over his. She let her chunky fingers smother his grip. “Do you want to talk about it?”
He turned away from her, just feeling her touch. A small lamp in the corner of the room emitted a faint orange glow that gave his dim office an even more comforting atmosphere. “Not really. Just worried, I suppose. About what’s coming.”
“I could have guessed that,” Marshmallow said with a knowing tone. She sank down onto her back, pulling the covers up to her shoulders and most of Winter’s chest. She lifted a tubby leg and flattened his with it, poking his feet with her pudgy piggy toes. “You don’t have to, though. I’ll be there to protect you.”
“Your dummy will be,” Winters came back.
Marshmallow smirked, tucking herself towards Winters’ chest. Her tummy rolled over onto him, pinching the sheets between them. It spread, soft and wide against his muscular build as she nuzzled him. “I will have you in my sights regardless. She may be a small little twig, but the tree trunk won’t be far away~”
Winters snorted. It was all he could do as Marshmallow’s weight shifted on top of him, robbing his lungs of breath. He tried to look up, look away as he felt his desires shifting to more earthly wants.
She noticed, looking up with a playful glance. It took a lot of effort for the supersized T-doll to waggle her belly, but she did. “What?” she asked teasingly, putting more of her overbearing weight onto him.
Her leg came over him, squishing her belly down further and causing him to huff out an amused chuckle. It was getting hard to breathe, but she caught him biting his lip and looking down at her pillowy body and, like a hunter waiting for the right moment, sprung her trap.
She moved slowly. Marshmallow was fat enough that she was almost incapable of doing anything quick nowadays, and she needed some help to saddle herself over him. The bedsheets were plucked out from between them and she smiled down as her thigh grinded against his hardness.
Winters was wearing only boxers and a tee, while Marshmallow wore her thick cotton underwear. Her long hair came over her round shoulders in waves, reaching down past her weighty breasts. It spilled over the top of her stomach. Her pillowlike tummy reached up to his ribs.
They had made love before. The night of their oath had been the first, when Mosin had promised herself to him and he swore to give into her every desire. He just hadn’t expected to become her favorite, most craved indulgence.
And the more she grew, the fatter she ate herself, the more cushion she had, his own craving swelled. Now that they were there, he couldn’t take his hands off her. Lifting her belly and letting it drop between her fluffy thighs, pushing his waist up into her. Her breathing was coming in thick husky gasps as she rocked back and forth.
She leaned down then, bracing herself on either side of the bed, dropping her face down to his. She was breathing hard, the exertion of moving so much weight even for so short a time already getting to her. Her gut spread against him, her breasts squishing outward as he leaned up to her.
Her lips were warm and undeniably hungry as they pressed against his. She gasped into his mouth when he pressed her boobs together, eyes rolling.
“Get my bra off,” she ordered.
He’d have replied if she didn’t heft herself again, crushing him beneath hundreds of pounds of sexy, squishy pudge. He reached around behind her, but Marshmallow’s body had become so wide that he had to strain to reach the strap. It was held together by multiple hooks, which tried desperately to contain the obese blonde’s breasts.
She leaned down to his neck, lips gliding over before teeth grazed it, bucking back and forth over him. He could feel her now, the smooth cotton lining of her panties rubbing against him. He must have pressed through the divide in his boxers because Marshmallow’s teeth suddenly clamped on his skin and she emitted an amorous gasp.
The first hooks came free, then all he had to do was press down on the flab near the others before they snapped loose and her tent-like bra fell between their mashing middles. She pulled back, returning to his lips, her hands wrapping over him and long hair pulling them into a private darkness.
Marshmallow’s breasts were huge, nearly J cups in size, but were nothing in comparison to the wideness of her belly. They rested upon it, dragging down towards either end now, but he mashed them together towards the center. They weighed enough that squishing the melons took substantial effort.
She broke their kiss, leaning back and grating against him. Her tongue rolled out and her eyes rolled back as she gasped for air, and he realized he could only barely see the cotton whites. He pushed against her tummy and she responded, lifting herself awkwardly over onto the side, wobbling like jelly and hardly keeping her balance before her feet found the floor.
He moved to her, cupping his arms around her hips. His head was up to her breasts, and he leaned forward to kiss and nibble on her stomach, much to Marshmallow’s giggling delight.
Here, he couldn’t come close to reaching all the way around her. One of her thighs was wider than his entire body. But she grinned devilishly pleased as he tugged her thick panties off of her rolling doughy sides before pushing him back onto the bed. She removed his boxers then forced him toward the center before mounting him again.
Winters felt his breath catch as she flowed all around him, skating her fingers over his manhood and gripping it tightly before positioning it inward. A wet warmth spread over him as she settled her weight forward. Moaning with delight, she began to rock back and forth.
He gripped her by her love handles, pulling her with him, thrusting into her again and again. She had to lean backward, pushing her fat gut out even further, and he raised and slid himself further into her, eliciting another scandalous moan.
They mashed into one another, hearing only the other’s gasp of want and of pleasure, seeing only how fat she had become and how fat he had made her. She couldn’t keep going for long, only five minutes before her chest beat so fast that she thought she’d fall over, but they twisted around and found other ways. Ways where he did all the work, pampering his fluffy Marshmallow until she squeezed over and around him, pulling him tight and moaning loudly into his ear.
He held himself over her, panting for breath. Exhausted but bubbly, they fell apart, kissing one another deeply and lovingly. They cuddled in one another’s arms for a time before, with a heavy sigh, each found their rest.
They slept soundly after that, both of them trapped in that moment, and all worries of what was to come flattened beneath Marshmallow’s fluff.
******************************************************************************
“What are they doing in there?” Spas asked in a hushed whisper.
RFB was sitting with her back to the wall, looking at anything but the central office where bedsprings were howling in pain. The pink blush on her chubby cheeks was brighter than the moonlight coming from outside.
Grizzly, who was blushing in a near equal capacity, thunked her on the tummy. “You had to wake us up to brag, didn’t you!” she whispered back.
“I-I… But… Mynaaaah!” she squeezed her arms over her chest, her gamepad jiggling on her exposed tummy. “I got a Tetris Maximus though!”
“Take a screenshot next time!” Grizzly hissed. “The whole point of moving her bed in there for the redesign was that we wouldn’t have to leave the office anytime they… they…” her purple eyes turned to Spas.
“What?” the chubby albino asked. She wore a tight black and red set of pajamas, custom made two sizes larger than the measurements provided to Kalina, which meant they fit just barely over her burger stuffed potbelly.
“T-they’re wrestling…” Grizzly blushed. “Don’t worry about it.”
“She even got a queen-sized bed…” RFB shifted jealously. “And she call us fatties.”
“Well, she has a queen-sized belly,” Grizzly shrugged. “If she and the Commander are going to be sharing it, I don’t mind.”
“Hey!” RFB shouted, “I got queen-sized hips! And I’m stuck in a twin next to you two!”
“We’ve got the new recruit coming tomorrow morning, don’t you remember?” Grizzly gestured to the empty bed in the corner. “We don’t have room for queen beds for everyone. And can you imagine them…” she glanced back at Spas, who was looking curiously at the interior office that they had all previously slept in before setting up in the exterior. “Err… wrestling in one of these again? She’d break another one.”
Spas thought back cuddling with RFB earlier that day. She remembered RFB explaining that the pleasure sensors in her brain were extra sensitive since freed from the Suppression. That was also why food tasted so much better, and how Spas was able to eat nearly as much as the other girls at her party. She wondered aloud, “Does wrestling also spike the uhh… the neural thingy? Like does it feel as yummy as food tastes?”
RFB and Grizzly looked at each other with uncomfortable expressions.
“W-well,” Grizzly coughed. “I imagine it feels even better.”
“Like you would know!” RFB snapped hotly.
“Oh? Well, we could wrestle if you’d like!” Spas replied with a giggle.
Both girls rounded on her with horrified expressions right about the time a muffled moan came through the thin wall.
“Alright!” Grizzly hopped up from her bed, her tight two-piece pajamas bobbing wildly with her unrestricted boobs.
She reached out and grabbed Spas’s hand, who replied “No wait! I’m not ready just yet!” before she was tugged forcefully to her feet.
“Come on, you! We’re going for a midnight snack. And you!” she pointed a claw at RFB before wincing at another set of heavy squeaks, “You are coming along too! You little voyeur!”
“It’s not my fault…” RFB squished her flabby hips together, the blush coming on even stronger.
Grizzly ignored her, marching Spas out from the office and towards the elevator to the kitchens. She followed behind them taking tubby jiggling steps and huffing, “H-hey wait up!”
They reached the canteen and the kitchens beyond without any issue, as the halls to the central building were empty at night. All the human staff had gone home, and most of the T-dolls were in the underground dorms.
Grizzly walked down the line of fridges and freezers, popping each one open. RFB’s giant rear waggled cheerfully as she dug through the first, carrying a load of frozen apple pies to the nearby microwave. Griffin was exceptionally well stocked when it came to food supplies, and the office buildings held much tastier snacks than the rations served to girls out in the field.
Spas was on her third ice cream cone when she said, “At least tomorrow’s an off day!”
“Every day is an off day for us,” Grizzly chewed on a microwaved mini-pizza. “Tomorrow’s gonna be busier than normal though. We’re gonna be moving the rest of the stuff around the office, not just our new beds.”
“Oh!” Spas took a chomp of her waffle cone. Drips of vanilla stuck to her nose. “Does that mean the others will be coming as well?”
“Bellows will probably stop by to help move the couch out. With five members, our squad’s too big to fit in the tiny interior office. We’ll be getting the whole exterior now, while Mosin has her bed in there.”
“Doesn’t he have a house or something?” RFB asked. “Griffin’s gonna notice him staying the night.”
Grizzly shrugged. “Griffin hasn’t noticed us, or 505. And then Commander Cheng’s on that beach trip, and Commander Miller has been growing his own…”
She trailed off, glancing up from her pizza.
“What?” RFB asked her.
Grizzly moved quicker than a girl her size should have been able to. Spas thought she was heading for the kitchen doors but she moved past that, towards the janitorial closet. She snapped the door open.
A pair of tubby legs were kicking wildly in the air. They framed a miniskirt that was smaller than Spas’s willpower, beneath which was exposed a pair of black and white striped panties held together by tiny straps tied in cute little bows near her hips. The wide bottom was lodged inside of a tiny air vent, with exasperated grunts echoing from inside. Strapped around the pudgy thighs were a pair of leg holsters, packed tightly with equipment, including a long, fat, silenced pistol.
“Ahh,” Grizzly said. “Hello Welrod.”
The legs stopped flailing. “Ahhh… Ahem, good evening Grizzly.”
“Who?” Spas asked RFB, who shrugged at her. She turned back to the legs, which now hung loosely though were pinched together at the thighs. Spas felt her cheeks color when she noticed a faint, dark outline of the girl’s naughty bits through the light fabric. She turned away from the micro-skirted bottom through secondhand embarrassment, taking a large chomp on her ice cream to distract her mind with cold sugar.
“Getting too fat to be creeping around?” Grizzly asked the butt.
“N-no…” Welrod muttered. Then, “A-at least we’re trying! You girls sit in 707 all day just eating!”
“Mhmm. So you were coming down to the kitchen at,” she checked, “2am, to go work out.”
“For your information!” the butt waggled irately, “We’re going to be using the gym tomorrow! I won’t let 512 turn into fatties like you four have!”
Grizzly snorted. “Yeah. Alright. Bye Welrod.” She began to close the door.
“W-wait!!”
Grizzly stopped.
“Erm… would you birds mind helping a lass out of a bind?”
Grizzly closed the door. The vent echoed a sad, “Mynnaanoooooo!”
“I swear, I’ve never heard any other doll make as much noise at just hearing their Commander’s name…” Grizzly said to herself before looking up. “Alright, well they’re probably done wrestling by now. Wanna head back up?”
“Who was that?” Spas asked, glancing sideways toward the door and trying not to picture the girl's pinched lips.
“Ahhh, yeah that’s right. Sorry, you haven’t received one of the weekly reports yet. Welrod is leader of 512 Alpha. Her and Commander Miller joined us a few months ago. It’s kinda shocking that she’s not… well, me sized, to be honest. You’ll probably meet him tomorrow.”
“When’s Commander Chang coming back?” RFB asked.
“… I’m gonna start confiscating your gamepad during meetings!” Grizzly threatened her. “He left a few days ago, won’t be back until the party this weekend.”
“Hey,” RFB put her hands on her hips defensively. “It’s not my fault there’s so much going on on the sideline! I can hardly keep up!”
“Yeah well try harder,” Grizzly huffed. She turned to Spas. “We’re heading back up now.”
She left the kitchen and then the cafeteria, not bothering to wait. The two others trundled after her and, all three in their jammies, made their way back up the elevator and to the room. The office was quiet now.
“There’s a lot more of us than I thought there were…” Spas said as she laid back in bed.
Grizzly looked to her, noticing the tone. She was surprised to see that she was smiling.
Spas back before laying back on her pillow. “It’s nice to know that our family is getting so big.”
Grizzly chuckled. “Yeah… well, tomorrow, we’ll be bringing in another.”
Spas sighed, looking over at the empty bed with a cheerful grin. “Yeah. It’s gonna be a great day. I hope we can make her happy.”
Comments
Undertaker
Ultimate levels of cutie patootie! Thanks for checking out the chapter :D
David Oh
Mosin Nagant could be four stars in combat. But when it comes to bringing a smile yo Winter, six stars⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
KingOfNormies
Also, Spas x grizz x RFB “wrestling”, when? ;)
KingOfNormies
Goodness this was a good one. Makes you wonder if Welrod was there for a midnight snack, or to spy on the three fatties that had just left their hiding place. Maybe both? :3 Steamy stuff anyways!
