Her Commander

Mutsu walks briskly towards the office of her Commander. She pauses briefly outside to admire the double-wide doors that Akashi had installed. In one motion she opens both and looks lovingly upon her Commander. Although he was only a few inches shorter, Mutsu feels like she towers over him. She hugs herself against him, reveling in the feeling of her strong, slim and stacked body against his soft, well rounded belly.

As was the case with many of the newer male Commanders, her's had overindulged himself. Mutsu knew the process well enough. Shipgirls have to remain in peak physical condition. As such, they often build up a reserve of coupons to Mamiya's, coupon's often given as gifts to indulgent male Commanders. After all, the quickest way to a man's heart is through his belly. And indeed, as her Commander's waistline well demonstrated, all men are pigs.

As secretary ship, Mutsu had witnessed her Commander's transformation firsthand. First, the subtle softening of his face. Then, as she bumped into him while filing reports, the softening of his middle as well. She had trouble suppressing laughter as her Commander began consciously sucking in his belly whenever Mutsu looked at him directly. It was very clear that her Commander's will and waistline didn't stand much of a chance. Just a few weeks ago Mutsu had giggled openly as her Commander's belly had rounded to the point where he could no longer even suck it in. On days where she dressed him, her Commander soon began requesting that she leave a belly button undone.

Other shipgirls, sensing weakness, launch a full assault. Cookies, cakes, pies, and ice cream delivered daily from Mamiya's. The most fattening dishes were served to their Commander for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Hoshou directed preparation, ensuring each dish would be impossible to resist.

In eager anticipation, Mutsu asked Akashi to let out her Commander's clothes to accommodate his round, full beer belly. The shipgirls absolutely loved it when he tried to hide his fat beer belly during photo ops by sucking in. The battleships loved to stand around him, smiling as he struggled and wobbled, unable to make even a dent. Their toned midsections made his belly pop out in the photo all the rounder, fatter and more stuck out. Lately however, her Commander's belly had caused him quite a bit of embarrassment at a recent fleet review.

He wanted to slim down. But he also didn't want to exercise or stop indulging himself. Her Commander had very gently asked her to go to Akashi and ask her to create some pills that would help him lose weight. The concept she came up with was simple, but ingenious. Special enzymes would chop the lipids into smaller molecules which could then leave his body with ease.

Pills in hand, Mutsu pops one into her Commander's mouth. She presses her cheek against his tummy, to detect the subtle heat that should be generated if the reaction is a success. She sheds a tear at the thought that her favorite tummy might be no more. It bumps into and combines with a bead of sweat. Looking up at her Commander's face, it's clear this is no subtle heat. It's an inferno. She douses his face with ice water to keep him from fainting. It's then that she notices her Commander's clothes look a bit stretched.

The buttons begin exploding off his uniform, smacking her face and breast like a scattershot shotgun blast. As she opens her eyes, she sees his belly bounce forward, larger than she had ever dared hope. She realized clearly that the enzymes must have broken the lipids into gasses, likely a mixture of carbon dioxide and methane. Akashi must have assumed he would simply let it pass out. But as Mutsu looks into her Commander's eyes, she knew he would not break wind in front of her if he could help it.

She could tickle him until he couldn't help it, but that would be very embarrassing. The proper thing to do would be to exit the room and come back later. But as she watches her Commander blow up like a balloon directly in front of her, she knows this was an opportunity she can't resist. As her Commander continues to swell, she slowly and seductively begins stripping off his remaining clothes, then her own. She presses her whole self savagely against his skin, drunk on the scent of his sweat.

A
Eyes closed, Mutsu reaches back and pops a pill into her mouth. Her belly soon begins to warm, as she continues to hug herself against her Commander. Her clit dances tantalizingly close, just an inch above his turgid, throbbing member. As the inferno within her rages, Mutsu realizes just how much weight she had put on in the course of fattening up her blimp of a Commander. Her thighs widen, her backside rounds and her breasts balloon in his face almost smothering him. As her own belly slowly springs forth, Mutsu kneels down and begins working her Commander's shaft with her gigantic tits. He doesn't last long, glazing her massive mammaries in a tasty cream. Mutsu giggles as she briefly imagines her butterblimp of a Commander as a gigantic fat eclair, full to almost bursting with fatty, delicious cream.

Buoyed by this thought, Mutsu jumps on top of her Commander and begins grinding her rich, wide bottom into his face. She bounces on him as if she's riding a gigantic exercise ball, her soft inflated behind exuberantly ricocheting off his face. As her bubble gut continues to billow, Mutsu settles her vast rump down on the face of her distended lover. He's getting rather full, she thinks, I need to think of a way for him to expel that gas. Her consideration dissipates instantly as her Commander's tongue begins lapping at her clitoris. The momentous pleasure triggers an involuntary full release of gas from Mutsu's big delicious bottom directly into her Commander's mouth and overtaxed figure. He tries desperately to stretch ever further, to swallow it all in one big gulp, but it's too much. His oblate, overround body bursts beneath Mutsu's delectable derrière as she falls and bounces in a fog of confetti scraps.

B
Eyes closed, Mutsu reaches back and pops a pill into her mouth. Her belly soon begins to warm, as she continues to hug herself against her Commander. Her clit dances tantalizingly close, just an inch above his turgid, throbbing member. As the inferno within her rages, Mutsu realizes just how much weight she had put on in the course of fattening up her blimp of a Commander. Her thighs widen, her backside rounds and her breasts balloon in his face almost smothering him. As her own belly slowly springs forth, Mutsu locks lips with her Commander. She blows air into him easily, feeling the tension of his skin.

Then Mutsu sucks her breath back in. Her breasts fill like a pair of airbags, her already gigantic bottom balloons out behind her. But most of all her belly blimps out before her, pressing into her Commander as she grows rounder and wider than ever before. She presses herself into him, squeezing him between her gigantic belly and the back wall of his office. But Mutsu is getting far too wide, far too round, far too fat with air. She tries to slow the inrush of air by flexing her abdominal muscles, but it barely makes a difference. Her Commander suddenly rams his cock into her clit, stretching her and sending tremendous waves of pleasure throughout her wobbly spherical body. Seeing her flush face he pumps boldly, fucking his blimp of a battleship, his pleasure plumped piggy princess, his Mutsu. Replete with pleasure, Mutsu loosens completely, allowing the last bits of her Commander's gas to enter her. She tries desperately to stretch ever further, to swallow it all in one big gulp, but it's too much. Her overround body bursts beneath her Commander's thrusts as he falls forward into a fog of confetti scraps.

C
Eyes closed, Mutsu reaches back and pops a pill into her mouth. Her belly soon begins to warm, as she continues to hug herself against her Commander. Her clit dances tantalizingly close, just an inch above his turgid, throbbing member. As the inferno within her rages, Mutsu realizes just how much weight she had put on in the course of fattening up her blimp of a Commander. Her thighs widen, her backside rounds and her breasts balloon in his face almost smothering him. As her own belly slowly springs forth, Mutsu locks lips with her Commander. She blows air into him easily, feeling the tension of his skin.

She breathes in gargantuan, breathy lungfuls of oxygen before blowing her inhalation deep into her balloon of a booty. Rich, deep, powerful puffs easily brought her Commander closer and closer to his limit. In her lightheaded anticipation of what was to come Mutsu sucked in the largest breath she could possibly muster, a true big 7 swallow of air. Her breasts and rump ballooned like twin pairs of beach balls. But most of all, her belly continued to grow and grow, widening and rounding. Her belly button soon pressed against her Commander's shaft as she continued to inflate. Her Commander is pushed rearward, his backside soon resting against his desk. Mutsu herself rounds to the point where her wide backside presses against the entry door.

Her Commander's cock is pressed indecently against her pubic region, his balls against her clit. Unable to stop breathing in, Mutsu and her Commander continue to press into one another with greater and greater pressure. As her Commander releases himself, Mutsu takes in the very last gulp of air her body can take. They both detonate like a pair of overinflated balloons at a birthday party, covering every inch of the room in a snow of confetti.

D
Eyes closed, Mutsu reaches back and pops a pill into her mouth. Her belly soon begins to warm, as she continues to hug herself against her Commander. Her clit dances tantalizingly close, just an inch above his turgid, throbbing member. As the inferno within her rages, Mutsu realizes just how much weight she had put on in the course of fattening up her blimp of a Commander. Her thighs widen, her backside rounds and her breasts balloon in his face almost smothering him. As her own belly slowly springs forth, Mutsu pushes her Commander over onto his backside. She leaps onto his delicious belly, before carefully mounting his engorged log.

Her propulsive thrusts against his springy, spherical middle cause them both to bounce. Her humongous hooters jump up and down while her belly wobbles like a balloon filled with marshmallow. Mutsu squeezes her legs together, her strong, round thighs pressing into her fat blimp of a Commander. As she smiles sweetly, the seductive force of a big 7 causes him to release himself into her. It's her satisfying culmination to months of careful planning and plotting to fatten up her Commander, to get her man into shape, a nice round shape.

Mutsu continues bouncing her Commander, squeezing him with her thighs, making him release again and again. As he slowly tires from the exertion, Mutsu carefully shifts herself into a supine position atop her lover. Her body sweaty and exhausted, she drifts to sleep with sweet dreams of all her children soon yet to be.

E
Eyes closed, Mutsu reaches back and pops a pill into her mouth. Her belly soon begins to warm, as she continues to hug herself against her Commander. Her clit dances tantalizingly close, just an inch above his turgid, throbbing member. As the inferno within her rages, Mutsu realizes just how much weight she had put on in the course of fattening up her blimp of a Commander. Her thighs widen, her backside rounds and her breasts balloon in his face almost smothering him. As her own belly slowly springs forth, Mutsu squeezes her Commander's cock into herself.

She pumps herself slowly and steadily up and down, fantasizing that her movements are filling her Commander with with air like a balloon on a valve, gradually building up pressure and anticipation for her lover's climax. His torpedo feels so good, its warhead presses so tightly within the walls of her bulkhead. The explosive mix of methane and hydrogen gas continues to build in the lovers, dangerously heating their blimpy bodies. Rounder and rounder they swell, a pair of linked zeppelins replete with pleasure completely puzzling the precariousness of their position.

As her Commander suddenly cums within her, Mutsu kicks her feet in ecstasy. Her left foot has the poor luck of kicking her faulty turret, the one her Commander had been too tightfisted to ask Akashi to fix. The hammer clicks forward, the spark igniting errant hydrogen and methane the lovers had unknowingly passed in their gleeful romp. Instantly the whole room is a sea of red flame.

Hearing the explosion Murakumo, Akebono and Ushio rush into the Commander's Office. It smells strange, like a volcano of the Java Sea.
"What a kuso", Murakumo mutteres, "the Commander isn't even here."
"That fat blimp probably took some time off to wobble with Mutsu down to Mamiya's for more ice cream", Akebono fumed.
"What's this?", Murakumo questioned
"Looks like tic-tacs", Ushio suggested
Murakumo grabs the bottle of 'tic-tacs'
They split it three ways and swallow every last one.

The End