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Chapter 11: By Any Other Name

    “So! Have you enjoyed your first day?”
    “Hmm??” A4 twisted to look at Spas, feeling somewhat surprised that the girl was as close as she was. She was practically in the pudgy albino’s lap. A bit tight for her preference, but there was nowhere else to sit.

    They shared the couch with both Commander Miller and the plump pile of blonde that was Miss Welrod, whose big blue eyes were a dull haze while she drooled over the Commander’s tricep now that she’d finished her bowl of popcorn.

    On the other couch, Miss Mosin picked her spot on the far side of the couch, while Grizzly had sunk into the side nearest to Commander Miller. The fluffy brunette’s chest strained the sewing of her bear onesie as she leaned over the armrest to whisper something that made the Commander chuckle. He lifted his hand, petting Miss Welrod through her hair and the girl released a soft sigh of bovine pleasure. “She doesn’t get nights like this often,” Commander Miller replied to the smirking Grizzly.

    On their left, RFB took up an entire half all on her own, her belly rolling over her immense thighs and hips. The woman was so big, stretching past her XXL bed tee, that she made Commander Bellows and 45 even with the T-Doll smothering his lap!

    A4 wasn’t sure she liked 45… she didn’t seem quite… right.

    Not that anyone in 707 Alpha seemed quite right, either. But that didn’t make sense. These Commanders were all distinguished members of Griffin Command. Heck, an official G&K plaque hung right next to the TV! She’d read the bronze plating earlier, ‘To commemorate Commander John Winters for courageous service in the Arctic Warfare Event,’ which was only last winter…!

    It had made A4 feel better when she’d first arrived, but now she just felt kind of confused.

    “It’s been… interesting,” she said slowly.

    “Hmm… have you had enough to eat?” Spas asked, offering the bowl of popcorn and looking back to the bar. “We’ve still got some extras, unless Suomi and Val had boxed them all up for the others…”

    Wincing, A4 replied with a solid, “Yes. I’ve had enough.” She really, really did not want to eat any more. She felt like she’d eaten enough for a week, and had certainly pushed herself past her comfort zone before realizing nobody was ordering her to eat anything.

    “Graaaaah!!!” Miss Kalina growled, tapping an empty bottle against the black TV screen. “Work, damn you!”

    Commander Winters came around the side of the couch, carrying a six pack of the blackberry drinks as well as two bowls of popcorn. He passed one bowl to Mosin before coming up to Kalina’s side. “Are you having trouble connecting it?” he asked.

    “Stupid thing. It’s not picking me up!”

    “Did you plug it in?”

    The redhead rounded on him, her soft belly sagging between the gap of her ruined blouse. “Of course I plugged it in!” she started, then spotted the six pack.

    She dipped forward, snagging a drink while 45 appeared behind Commander Winters, snatching the bowl of popcorn with a loud “Yoink!”

    The Commander looked between them before rolling his eyes. “Here, let me see,” he said, placing the drinks onto the table before returning to the TV.

    The remaining five bottles were gone in an instant. Mosin, RFB, Bellows, with Spas taking two while Miller looked down at the languid gnawing of his blonde adjutant and sighed.

    “Here!” Spas said, easily twisting the top off the drink. “You’ve always got room for blackberries!”

    “I don’t know about that…” A4 said, but she took the bottle and gently sniffed. It was so much fruitier than she’d expected, smelling sugary sweet compared to the AK47’s flask, which smelled like expired nail polish. “This is alcoholic?”

    “It is,” Grizzly said, leaning back in her spot. She continued on, saying something about the label, but A4 didn’t hear her. She was watching the skinny threads which tried desperately to hold back the flood of her chest, each word sending a reverberation through the fat of her body and flexing the tight threads enough to give A4 anxiety.

    Mosin cut in, and A4 felt her eyes automatically snap to her team leader’s face. “Someone our size might need to drink ten, or fifteen, before we started feeling the effects.” She drank from hers, her double chin bulging with each swallow. Half the drink vanished in the blink of an eye.

    “I’m not so sure that’s how that’d work,” Miller said.

    A4 turned down to her bottle, sniffing the fruity blackberry scent once more before having a sip. Cool liquid impacted her tongue, swirling it around once, letting the fruity taste wash over her tongue, then finally swallowing.

    Instantly, she felt the pang of regret.

    Beneath Spas’ shirt, A4’s slim stomach was now a stretched belly. It warbled and sloshed in quiet irritation as it tried to digest more food than it was accustomed to eating in a short stretch of days. It was warm, heavy, and so tightly bloated that the skin had turned pink.

    Her hand lifted the shirt, lightly pushing against the stuffed curve and A4 grimaced before releasing a miniscule “*‘urp…* Oohhh…”

    It was all good food, but the way the other dolls ate made her feel as if she were missing something. They ate and they ate, as if they’d been built for it…

    Doughnuts, burgers, fried foods, potatoes. Chicken, shrimp, and now buttery popcorn and alcoholic sugar!! It was too much!

    And there were so many infractions, it was hard to keep track! Being out of uniform, eating outside of mealtimes, eating more than your rations allowed, eating more than double what your rations allowed, drinking during the week.

    Technically, even eating with the Commander staff was an infraction, and Mosin-Nagant and Commander Winters had been kissing! And then she’d kissed her!!

    Even thinking about that made A4 blush. The softness of her lips, the heat that radiated from her bare body, how Mosin’s presence seemed thick and large enough like she might just lean forward and crush A4 beneath her.

    “How’d you do that?!?!” Miss Kalina shouted, drawing everyone’s attention.

    Commander Winters was at the TV, tilting it back to rest properly against the wall. “All I did was plug it in,” he said.

     The screen now displayed the background of Kalina’s tablet, which was a picture of the redhead as she’d been when A4 had first met her. Busty and playful, with her hair tied up and her shirt partially unbuttoned. Daylight, compared to the moon that was the tubby redhead had become. Now drunkenly wobbling and nearly as nude as Miss Mosin, with each motion threatening to end the plight of her panties and leave her generous butt cheeks fully exposed.

    “It was already plugged in! Guhh, whatever!!” Kalina grunted, taking another swig from her drink. “Sit your ass down. Can finally start the damn thing…”

    The light of the TV cast a full chubby glow off Kalina’s pale hips, making A4 again feel marginally better. She knew Miss Kalina. Every T-Doll knew her, she was in charge of base activity as well as role assignments. Whenever a Doll was transferred to another team or office, they met with Miss Kalina. She was wise, smart, friendly, and strong!

    Well… maybe not strong… she was pretty fat.

    But if she was here, and she was letting all of these infractions slide by, maybe A4 should as well! With Winters and Bellows and Miller all acting in the way that they did, maybe A4 was just wrong about fraternization regulations.

    Even if the kissing still made her feel like she’d been thrown through a loop… She watched Mosin move to the side, making room for Commander Winters to sit with her.

    She really was immense. Her belly suffocated her thighs, spilling so far forwards that it nearly reached the immense woman’s knees. Both her and Grizzly were put into perspective with the Commander between them. He wasn’t a small man, tall and broad shouldered, but both of these women were larger than life, passing the small drink between them and sharing a butter-soaked bowl.

    “Okay!” Kalina clapped. She flicked her tablet and the screen changed, with a window pulling up top. “I may be kinda sorta a bit alcoholed,” she said quickly before shouting louder, “So somebody pick what we’re gonna watch!”

    “Monster movie!” Grizzly shouted, and A4 felt herself bounce in excitement.

    “Mmmmkay. Monster movie,” Kalina repeated. She clicked a folder labeled ‘Videos,’ then ‘Movies,’ then ‘totally legit definitely not pirated I promise I bought these’ before a scrolling list of options appeared.

    Most of the folders were in English, the title of the movie followed by the year of release, but there were so many of them that A4’s eyes began to quickly lose track. But it was more than that.

    Her eyelashes fluttered, rapidly blinking as A4 tried to focus on the English letters, but was unable. It was as if her eyes had completely contracted.

    “I don’t have it sorted by genre, so just read out some titles that-”

    “What the heck is ‘The Infected Attack’?” Grizzly asked.

    “Oh, God. No,” Kalina’s bright hair shook. “It’s awful, trust me. I thought it was gonna be a monster movie based on these old voodoo creatures called ‘zombies,’ but no. It’s just a boring documentary about Belian Island and how China blew itself up. It’s mostly just old Soviet guys sitting in rooms talking about the mess before World War Three.”

    “That sounds kinda tasteless,” Commander Bellows said from his side.

    45 twisted to look at him. “Yeah, I’m sure they’d be really offended if they didn’t wipe themselves out along with most of the planet.”

    Commander Bellows shrugged. “Tasteless is tasteless. It’s not like most of them knew what was going on. And hey, technically I’m an old Soviet guy. John and I both.”

    “Red bastards,” Commander Miller said, and he and Commander Winters both let out a chuckle, as did Mosin who’d leaned herself down to Winters’ chest.

    “I’ll give you something to taste…” 45 growled at Bellows, pinching his nose. “And you’re not that old!”

    “We’re not watching it!” Kalina scrolled down through the list. “Anyways… okay, I’ve got-”

    “Oooo, what’s ‘Technological Terror’??” RFB asked. She sat upwards, the springs of the couch whining beneath her.

    “Science Fiction! Next!” Kalina called.

    “‘Mountains of Madness’!”

    “War movie about Hollow City in Antarctica! Next!”

    “A4 wanted to watch a monster movie!” Spas called over the next person before they could shout. Then, she turned to A4, putting a hand on her back. “Would you like to choose?”

    A4 was trying very, very hard just to see the screen.

    She couldn’t.

    Everything was blurry, the words were scrambled and not making sense. Each folder had an image, what she instinctively knew must be the movie’s poster, but she couldn’t make anything out that wasn’t a huge blot of colors.

    Honestly feeling as if she might throw up, A4 clamped her eyes shut. “I-I’d like Miss Kalina t-t-to choose,” she squirmed backwards, tucking herself against the back of the couch.

    She didn’t open her eyes, but she could feel everyone looking at her. It made her feel worse, the sudden anxiety compounding with the pressure she felt on her temple.

    Finally, Kalina’s voice came calm and easy. “Alright. I’ve got a good one. It’s called ‘The Curse of Silver.’ Does that sound good?”

    “Well what’s it about?”

    Images fluttered across A4’s eyes. A dark forest, with trees black as the midnight sky. Autumn leaves lifted into the wind as a girl sprinted past, soft and small, with bushy black hair that flowed down to her ankles. She sprinted faster than a Doll could move, leaping over a fallen log to come out into a clearing before lifting her head to howl up into the full moon. The transformation had begun, her wavy long hair merging into her skin.

    The camera panned away, and A4’s head pound like a threatening drum as the darkness revealed a pair of ruby red eyes beneath sandy brown hair. A pink hairclip shined in the moonlight, as did the wicked smile of a fanged, hungry grin.

    Dimly she heard Kalina explain. “It’s a UE movie about vampires and werewolves! I haven’t seen it in years, but I think the main actress is actually an A-Doll!

    “What?!”

    “No way!!”

    “Mhmm, mhmm. The Empire’s pretty good for Doll rights, honestly! It looks like her name is…”

    Alena Dallas

    “Alena Dallas!” Kalina said. “Oh look! There’s a couple of others, too! The vampire girl is played by another Doll named Rose Phoenix.”

    In A4’s mind, the television cracked. She could see something else, a screen behind the screen, but before she could get drawn in, something shifted near her side.

    A4’s eyes fluttered before she felt the ghost of Spas’ whisper warm her ear. “Are you okay?”

    The young Doll opened her mouth to reply, instinct demanding she withdraw from all of these strange sensations. She’d seen this movie. She knew she’d seen it, but where? When? She could so clearly remember Alena, a Doll that was so small and charming with her large green eyes and playful smile, but her mind was screaming that she’d never seen her before.

    A snowflake fell between A4 and Spas. An impossible dab of heavy white snow, and beneath her hands, A4 could feel her MG thunder into the Sangvis advance. The skyline became illuminated by a blast of fire, harshly outlining the mountains of iron and coloring the office with a tremendous roar.

    A4 opened her mouth to brush it off, but she faltered. Something had stabbed her in the stomach. It had pierced her belly, and A4 recoiled as the heat of the plasma nearly set her on fire, until she was caught by an anchor.

    A hand was holding hers.

    The girl opened her eyes to see Spas’ pale fingers intertwined with her own. She looked up the arm to see the fluffy white hair, glimmering red eyes, and a gentle smile from soft, pudgy cheeks.

    Something inside of A4 clicked. A dull reverberation from her core, and her eyes began working.

    Her breathing was quick, with her sensors reading that she had far too much oxygen. Her blood pressure was high, and her displayed heartrate was-

    She’d activated her combat module.

    When did she do that? Why did she? She blinked again, biting down on her cheek and pushing the overburdened sensations away before her eyes could start glowing in the dark room.

    What the hell was that??

    Then, she realized she was holding Spas tighter, looking down at their hands.

    She’d linked with her. Completely unconsciously, just as she’d linked with S.A.T.8 while out on exploration, but this was different. Whenever T-Dolls link, they give complete access to one another. She’d only been aware of it for only a moment, but Spas…

    An MG with her SG. A perfect match.

    “Come here,” Spas said, and A4 felt herself slowly respond. Spas lifted her leg, putting it around A4’s back so she sat in-between the soft girl’s thighs. She wasn’t aware what she was doing, just that Spas was protecting her from something. It was from gunfire, from the enemy, from the white-haired doll who haunted...

    Her hands were on A4’s belly. Slowly, they lifted up beneath A4’s shirt and cupped the smooth curve of her bare stomach. She felt herself flinch, making a soft noise, but leaned back into Spas’ arms.

    “There, there,” Spas whispered into her ear. “Drink.”

    Wordlessly, thoughtlessly, A4 obeyed. She lifted the blackberry alcohol to her lips, and she drank deeply. The fruity wash spilled into her mouth, guzzled down her throat, and landed inside of her stretched stomach.

    Against Spas’ fingers, she felt it stretch more.

    She continued to drink until the bottle was empty, chugging until her lungs struggled to find room against the mass in her stomach. Leaning back into Spas, she felt the specialist belly and breasts like the soft pillows of a much-needed bed. Like a switch flicking off, A4 was suddenly so very tired.

    The bottle was empty. The girl let out a wet, blackberry belch, and was hardly surprised when the bottle was replaced by another. Pings of pleasure, of pressure and pain, all rose up from A4’s tummy against Spas’ grip. She wanted to burp again, but instead she drank.

    And she drank.

    From somewhere far away, she heard a wolf howl, and as the haze of stimulation and alcohol slowly clouded her mind like the fog over a moon, A4 was able to look to the screen and watch the opening of a movie she’d seen so many times before.

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    “Is she… hurting you?” Grizzly asked.

    Mosin turned to see Commander Miller looking down on Welrod, who had moved now to his forearm. “Oh, no. I lost feeling in this arm about a half-hour ago.”

    “I doubt that’s a good thing…”

    “Probably not,” the Commander smirked.

    “Here,” Mosin passed them her bowl of popcorn. “Put these in her lap.”

    Grizzly took it, chubby face bright with pale excitement, then her face fell flat. She passed it to Miller while glaring at Mosin. “You pig! It’s just kernels!”

    Mosin shrugged, licking her butter-stained fingers. “You should have said something sooner. You could ask 45 for hers.”

    “‘Ood ‘uck!” 45 called out, her mouth absolutely packed with popcorn. Bellows had undone the zipper on her onesie and was rubbing her belly, exposing much of her front that wasn’t hidden beneath her tiny black bra. In her hand she still held a half-full bowl, wavering it at Mosin. “Heresh ‘o way I’m givin ‘ou- HEY!”

    Moving like a woman half of her size, which was still extremely slow and obese but apparently too quick for the off-guard feline, RFB snatched the loose bowl from 45’s fingers and held it down towards Kalina. “Here, give that to Miller.”

    “Awe, why’d you do that?” Bellows asked. “Now she’s gonna-”

    45 turned batting her hands against the big man’s head. “They stole my snacks! Get it back get it back get it back!”

    Bellows narrowed his eyes at the snickering RFB as pound after pound struck his large shoulders. Across from him, John was trying and failing to hide his laugh.

    “You guys are gonna talk over the whole movie!” Kalina complained. “Look! See the cross? It’s important!”

    Mosin hummed, turning back to the movie. The young girl with bushy black hair was getting dressed, trading out her shredded clothes for a tiny white tee and black pants. She had a cross-shaped burn on her chest, which smoldered further when she tied a silver necklace around her neck.

    The big blonde couldn’t care less about the movie. It was neat that a Doll was the lead actress, but it was an American Doll from the United Empire. Hardly the same thing as a normal Doll.

    Over there, they didn’t have T-Dolls and A-Dolls. They just had Dolls, and the girl on the screen likely resembled the Sangvis Ringleaders more than she did any of Marshmallow’s sisters.

    “I can’t believe she’s a Doll,” RFB said. “And you’re sure she’s American?”

    “Of course!” Kalina waved her bottle at the screen, scooching back to sit between A4 and Welrod. “She’s got the… uh… thingy.”

    “Clue’s in the name,” Miller explained.

    With both popcorn bowls set on Welrod’s juicy thighs, she’d released his arm now that she had something else to drool over. The man nursed his left arm, twisting it at the shoulder to get back circulations.

    “All American Dolls are named after the city they were made in,” Miller continued. “Like how French Dolls were named after their builders before they stopped productions. You said her name’s Dallas? So, that’d be Dallas, Texas. What was the other?”

    “Uhhh… Rose Phoenix!”

    “Arizona, then. Probably New Phoenix.”

    From his side, Welrod was trying to fit two handfuls, one of buttery kernels and the other with popcorn, into her mouth all at once. The effort looked like it might detach her jaw until the ill-fitting snack began to fall from her lips and into the pale crevice that was her chubby breasts.

    A4 was next to her, mouth lulling open in a similar way as Spas’ fingers worked over her belly. Mosin felt immensely satisfied to see the young pair so obviously indulged and enjoyed, even the youngest recruit’s tummy looked almost painfully full.

    Between them, Kalina belched.

    Three types of drunk. From food, from alcohol, and from the pure love of touch.

    Marshmallow thought she couldn’t possibly be more satisfied with herself, until she felt her own pop of pleasure when one of Welrod’s few remaining buttons released a *boof* as it popped off her waist.

    “I’ve never seen an American Doll before…” RFB said.

    A bit of surprise tilted Mosin’s head. It was hard to get the heavy brunette interested in anything that wasn’t a video game, but she was now sitting on the edge of the couch, fully engaged.

    “You certainly have,” the team leader replied, looking back to the screen. It showed the black-haired Doll examining a note with the name ‘Carmilla’ signed in big scarlet letters, but Mosin hardly saw it.

    She too easily saw the comparison to the one American Doll she knew Griffin had. The true veteran, who had helped train Mosin before she was Mosin. No Suppression, no easy rewrite. Mosin’s generation had to spend months training with their specific weapon just to access their skill shots.

    Without the simplicity of technology, Griffin had to actually train their Dolls, and they needed the best.

    “She’s with the AR squad now,” Mosin went on. “You’ve probably seen her a lot, actually.”

    “Really??” RFB said. “Who? Miss M4A1?”

    Mosin gave the brunette a soft smile. “No. But I believe M4 was model after her… at least, in part. She was the first Doll to ever be considered for Command material.”

    “No way…” RFB went from Mosin back to the screen, surely looking for the small similarities. “M16A1 is an American Doll…?”

    “M-me…”

    Several eyes snapped to the back couch, to the stuttered speech of M1919A4. She was blushing almost as bright as her belly, head lulled back against Spas’ chest, and her red eyes were far, far away.

    “I-I’m… American…”

    An ache pulled on Mosin’s heartstrings. M1919A4 believed she was American, just as Spas once thought she was Italian. Just as each of them had once believed they truly came from their weapon’s country. It was a lie of the suppression, forced upon their core, further obscuring the line between girl and gun.

    “It’s okay, A4… I’ve got you,” Spas said, leaning down to kiss A4’s forehead.

    “Last name… I have… last name…” A4’s stammering became a whisper. “B-buddy.”

    “Buddy?” RFB asked. “Your last name’s Buddy?”

    Spas shook her head. “It’s just something she says. Yeah, buddy.”

    “Th-*hic!*” Kalina broke off before pointing up to the screen. “That’s her name. Buddy.”

    Mosin faced back to the screen, seeing the black-haired Doll walking down an empty lane. “Is it?”

    “You’d know it -*hic!!* you was watching!! She’s being stalked by Carmilla! *Hic!!*”

    “How many of those drinks have you had…?”

    In way of response, Kalina simply belched before thudding her bottle against the floor and rubbing her belly with a trembling, “Oooogggghhhh…”

    It made Mosin smile. Give a girl a cream pie, and she’ll need your help to button her pants.

    A hand came over Mosin’s shoulder, circling around to cup the side of her breast. She had to lift her legs up, requiring more effort and space than she really had, until her knees hung over the armrest and she lay against his chest. Her ass didn’t fit on the cushion, and she could tell she was putting too much weight on his leg, but she was simply too heavy to sit any other way.

    Lifting her blue eyes, she saw that John seemed to be watching the movie, but his own attention was far off and away. No doubt he was thinking about the days that would come, or perhaps he was thinking about the past.

    In all honesty, Mosin felt jealous of UMP45. At least she fit in her lover’s lap. Mosin had enough worries making love with John, with her thighs each as fat as his entire waist and her belly so big that it’d hide much of his torso. If she sat on his legs for more than five minutes, she’d probably kill him.

    But to be fair… he’d probably enjoy that.

    Slowly, her hand examined her stomach, fingers sliding up over the smooth mountain of blubber. She couldn’t reach past the crest of herself, with her biceps too flabby and her stomach too fat, but laying as she did make her spread out more easily.

    She wanted him, but not as she usually did. She wanted him on top of her tonight. Lifting her belly, pushing the weight upwards with his waist and his hips to make room between her gorgeous fat legs.

    It was nearly a full minute before he realized she was staring at him. He looked down into her, and the dull fire in his eyes kindled with warmth as he smiled. “You okay?” he asked softly, ruffling her bangs. “You want another snack?”

    Mosin’s lips puckered, thinking for a moment, before shaking her head.

    “You tired?” he asked, quiet enough for only them to hear.

    A half-shrug. “Are you?” she asked.

    He smirked. “It’s been a long day.”

    Reaching a hand up to stroke his cheek Marshmallow leaned up to whisper, “Then how would you like to start tonight?”

    Her lover’s smirk pulled tighter, brown eyebrow dipping in a knowing suspicion. She felt his legs move beneath her, muscles which she wanted to feel push up against her on their new bed.

    Slowly, he winked down at her, before leaning back and giving a deep yawn.

    “Oi, oi,” Grizzly said from behind him. “Don’t you go leaning back on me. I may look like a pillow, but I promise I bite.”

    “No you don’t!” RFB interjected. “You’re a big cuddly stuffed bear.”

    “Maybe with you!!” the tubby bear blushed. “You’re the comfy one, Mattress!”

    A popcorn kernel sailed through the air, perfectly striking Grizzly’s chest. “Don’t call me that! Pillow’s way cuter!”

    “This is why I don’t watch movies with you guys!!” Kalina whined. “You’re not paying attention, 45 and Samuel are just making out-”

    “WE ARE NOT!!” 45 screeched.

    “Yeah!” Bellows added, “she kisses way too loud for- Gaah! I was kidding, I was kidding!”

    Kalina continued, as if 45 wasn’t furiously hammering against Bellows’ head, “The only ones watching are me and these chicks!” She grabbed onto and jiggled Welrod and A4, one of which was not paying attention at all and the other who was breathing so hard she’d begun sweating. Spas’ massage seemed almost too much for her, but oddly enough, Mosin noticed she’d her eyes glued to the screen.

    Another voice interjected, this one from Miller. “I’ve been watching the whole time, actually. Why is she wearing a cross if it’s hurting her?”

    Kalina whipped around, looking as if she’d forgotten Miller was even there before struggling to stand. “Take those stupid sunglasses off!” she pointed, reaching for Edward. “You’re gonna miss the whole movie!”

    A hand suddenly shot up, snatching Kalina by the wrist and tugging her with a yelp to fall to her knees. She toppled into Welrod’s lap, less than a foot away from her face as the small blonde released a territorial snarl.

    “Welrod!” Miller barked, and the blonde’s eyes finally seemed to return to her.

    She dropped Kalina, blushing bright pink and stammering. “O-oh God, oh goodness, I am so sorry Miss Kalina. Are you okay?!”

    “Jeez!” Kalina pushed back on Welrod’s tummy, and the final two soldiers lost their lives as the buttons gave way, splitting the Union Jack right down the center.

    Welrod’s breasts tumbled free, sagging over her swollen center with their weighty jiggle. It made Welrod scream, crossing her arms to try and pinch the fabric together, only to loudly tear it around her growing love handles.

    Kalina plopped onto her bottom with a loud, “Oof!” and a *WHAP* as her own bra tore straight down the center. She stared at it for a moment before, breasts still held but the tight cups, she began giggling like mad and toppled onto her back.

    Grizzly moved first, falling to a pudge-covered knee before she too began chuckling at Kalina. “You’re wasted!” she said. “How many have you drank?”

    Kalina, tucking her knees up to her chest and still laughing, shot back with, “How much have you ate? Idiot!”

    “Idiot?!” the cuddly bear roared. She dipped down, fingers seizing Kalina around the center and dancing over her waist. “I’ll show you an idiot, you dumb fatass!”

    “Aie!! AIE!! S-stop! Stop stop!!!” Kalina tried kicking, but there was too much swollen belly in the way of her legs. Grizzly stooped over her, tickling the chubby redhead around her beer-swollen belly, making her laugh until she started to cry. The other members of the group began chuckling, save for Welrod who looked both embarrassed and horrified with herself, and A4, who looked like she was only a moment from falling asleep.

    Spas had released her hold on the girl’s tummy, positioning A4 next to her on the couch and highlighting just how thoroughly stuffed the newest recruit was. Spas’ belly was snow-white and soft. Flabby compared to the angry pink orb that protruded from A4. Sweet pudge and a deep belly button next to one pulled so tight that it looked almost sloshy. So much food stretching so little belly…

    “Alright, come on,” John said, tapping Mosin’s left shoulder. “It’s getting late.”

    “Eh?” Grizzly looked up. She’d climbed over Kalina, pinning her legs and smothering her stomach beneath her own unfolded belly, putting pressure on the redhead and making her rosy cheeks turn cherry red. “You’re not going to sleep yet!” she complained. “What about the movie?!”

    “I don’t think either of us are really watching it, to be honest,” John chuckled, and Mosin felt herself blush ever so lightly as she abashedly agreed.

    “Having a hard time… focusing…”

    “I think we’ve all had a bit too much tonight,” Miller came in. “Some too much to drink. Others, too much to eat…”

    Welrod grew several degrees hotter, now seeming to tuck her face into her breasts as if to hide from his words.

    “I wanna watch!” RFB said. “You dorks are just lightweights. Spas, A4, and I are all enjoying it! They haven’t even shown the vampire girl yet, what if she’s cute!”

    “I-I haven’t been watching…” Spas blushed, smiling away into A4’s hair as RFB turned on her with a horrified expression. “S-sorry… it was my first time…”

    “Well… whatever! We should still finish!” the brunette caught back. “It’s A4’s first night, and it was her idea!”

    “You’re more than welcome to watch the rest,” John nodded. “Marshmallow and I are just going to turn in early, alright?”

    Beneath her breath, Mosin heard the spite in 45’s tone as she whispered, “Stupid sex bed…”

    She needed John’s help to turn herself back over, and then a hand on her back to help her stand up. Maybe she was getting too heavy, but Mosin couldn’t help the big belly giggle as she smiled over to her family. “We’ll be right inside the office, so call of us you need anything. Okay?”

    “Cause we all know you won’t be sleeping!!”

    “45, come on,” Bellows jiggled the bratty kitten on his knees, hand patting her tummy. “Do you want another drink?”

    A few moments passed before, blushing, 45 said, “I wanna burger…”

    Bellows chuckled, easily lifting the girl and placing her down on the edge of the couch. “Alright,” he ruffled her hair. “Turn the TV up a bit though, so I can hear it over the grill.”

    “G-getoffa me!” Kalina stammered, still pinned.

    Without a single hurry in the world, the big chubby bear leaned forward. Her massive breasts lowered slowly, bringing forth a high-pitched scream until Kalina was muffled between Grizzly’s boobies, and the bear languidly retrieved the tablet. “You guys go ahead,” she said, adjusting the volume. “We’ll get A4 settled in right, no worries. Goodnight.”

    “Goodnight, Marshmallow!”

    “Goodnight!”

    “Goodnight…”

    Mosin bowed, smiling from ear to ear at her family. “Goodnight to you all. We’ll see you in…” she stopped.

    Sluggishly, M1919A4 rose from her seat. She was breathing heavily, pupils so small her eyes looked like red jewels in the soft light of the TV. The ill-fitting garments once more obscured her belly, reminding Mosin just how thin the girl was as she snapped a soldier’s salute. “G-goodnight… Mosin-Nagant,” she stumbled through a robotic tone before collapsing backwards onto the couch next to Spas. She stared past Mosin, watching the TV.

    Mosin turned, seeing the screen show a setting sun over an empty forest. Twilight gleamed off of black trees, with the final rays of sun painting the sky red. “Buddy,” a voice whispered from the speakers, “come out to play~”

    Mosin turned back to A4. “Thank you… M1919A4. You’re dismissed for the night. I’ll see you at 0700 for breakfast tomorrow morning.”

    She couldn’t tell if A4 even heard her. She just kept watching the TV as the voice from before began to laugh.

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    When the door finally closed, Mosin let out a disquieted “Hrmm…”

    “What’s that?” John asked. He moved behind her, taking her fur jacket by the neckline and helping her shrug out of it.

    Turning back around, she took the jacket and hung it up on the coat hanger near the door. “Does A4 seem… strange to you?”

    “Well, yes. But that’s obvious, isn’t it?” he asked, taking off his coat. “She’s an American Doll.”

    Mosin blinked at him. “What?”

    “Did you not realize…?” John passed her, putting his own coat on the rack, then his hat. “She’s actively fighting the Suppression of her own accord. She’s not silently observing, and is trying to process everything and nothing at the same time. You saw her next to Welrod, didn’t you?”

    “Of course…”

    John looked at her curiously, tilting his head. “Welrod’s Russian. She’s an A-Doll, which is why when she went overboard, she stuffed herself stupid. Like how Grizzly use to get when she couldn’t manage herself. She stopped thinking about anything except pleasure. Touch, taste.”

    Mosin felt herself frowning. She’d noticed Welrod, but A4… “A4 was still paying attention. She didn’t lose focus.”

    “Right. I’d thought she’d spaced out when Spas was rubbing her stomach, but when you mentioned M16-”

    “She said she was an American,” Mosin slowly nodded. The pair passed by the couch of the office as well as their bed, moving to John’s desk where he flicked on the lamp.

    “I doubt she remembers much yet, but I don’t know how an American Doll would even process the Suppression.” He fingered the manilla folder that 45 had placed upon his desk.

    Tactical Doll designation M1919A4. Classified.

    “We’ll be heading into Volgograd soon,” Winters said, looking further away. “Tomorrow are our final preparations, and then Saturday in the wake.” Then he looked up to Mosin and with sadness said, “We should prepare the Snowfall Contingency.”

    Frowning, Mosin grumbled, “We won’t need her. Nothing’s going to happen. My dummy will be with you and-”

    “And you yourself will be watching from across the river. I know,” he said. John lifted a hand to her cheek and she held it to her. “We would be best to plan for every option. If something happens to us, we’ll need an Ace.”

    Her blue eyes narrowed, and she felt the fire in her trying to kindle his. “I’m your Ace,” she pouted.

    It made him chuckle, which made Mosin feel better. She stepped forward, pressing her weight into his waist, feeling how much smaller he was compared to her bulk.

    “Everything’s going to be fine,” he said, stroking her hair.

    “But we need to be ready for if it isn’t…”

    John leaned down, kissing her forehead, before she turned up to him. Their lips met and she tightened him to her, pulling him until he squished her breasts and his hands lowered to her marshmallow belly.

    They kissed again, then again, his teeth lightly closing around her lower lip. She felt his tongue against her, felt the heat of her body rising.

    They were interrupted by a sharp tune coming from the breast pocket of his shirt.

    John and Marshmallow broke apart slowly, a wanting trail of saliva dipping from their wet lips. He wiped at his, muttered, “Sorry,” and then retrieved his phone.

    Mosin swallowed. “That better be Samuel telling us to keep it down…” she muttered.

    She could see from his face that it clearly was not.

    John pulled the phone open, putting it to his ear. “This is Winters,” he said, and nodded to her.

    Feeling close to empty, Mosin took a step back, letting him pull back the seat at his desk. He sat down, fingering a button beneath the top, and the wooden cover faded to expose the smart glass center.

    “Hold. Securing line.”

    With a long sigh, the heavyweight leader took the folder from his desk and plodded across the office towards their bed. It was comfy and, of course, massive in size, but she’d rather do anything other than sit down and research.

    “Line’s secure. Good evening, Cheng. How’s the trip going?”

    Through the thin wall, she could hear the movie being played on the other side. It was dimmed, but she was able to make out the noise of someone muttering as she sunk onto the bed and opened the folder.

    “What? Gr Mk23?”

    Mosin looked up, seeing John’s face of concern. He tilted his head, as if trying to better understand the call.

    “Send them,” he commanded. “I’ll broadcast.”

    Mosin rose, the folders still in hand as John placed the phone onto the glass. Immediately, Cheng’s voice began to come through its speakers. “-stole a device from the Neural Cloud Research Lab. She used it on Springfield, and it gave her complete 1-1 control of her body.”

    An electronic trail drifted from the phone and images began to appear on the desk. Some sort of console and cuff, with a closeup showing the screen. It glowed with the words ‘Sync severed.’

    “Cheng, Mosin is listening in right now,” John made eye contact with her, and she saw the fire truly alive. “Keep going. What do you mean ‘control’?”

    “I mean a direct mimic. Gr was able to control Springfield with her movements, but I’ve had time to look at the device, and I believe she might have been able to do it with her mind. John, I think Griffin’s experimenting with Parapluie.”

    Mosin felt as if the world had suddenly slammed to a stop. The Parapluie virus was Sangvis’ ultimate weapon. Beyond the power of any armament or explosive, Parapluie could infect a Doll just by leaving her communicator on while traveling through the wrong space. And then…

    Cheng was their technology expert. He knew more about Dolls and their makeup than most Dolls did. She stared at the device, which John enlarged. It looked like it was shoulder mounted, where the cuff would close around someone’s arm.

    “No…” John shook his head, “the Parapluie Virus is-”

    “It’s Sangvis Ferri, yes. Mastermind’s Virus, which will give her complete control over any Dolls actions, but not their voice. Springfield was still able to talk to me when she was under its control, but John…”

    The blonde’s mind was spinning. Parapluie was why the Arctic War happened. It was Mastermind’s response, her tool that could infect any Griffin Doll and turn her around on the staff. They’d been forced to shelf most of their Dummy Links unless given explicit order, and resulted in a fifth of the manpower moving into the storm.

    “Listen, that’s not the most important thing. Gr, she broke through the Suppression,” Cheng hissed. “And once she did, she couldn’t use the device. I tried to test it with her, but it wouldn’t even link up.”

    Mosin realized she wasn’t looking at the desk anymore. She was looking at the paper in her hands, and her heart had fully stopped. Through the wall she heard the speaker quaver beneath a powerful wolf’s howl.

    “She isn’t connected to the Neural Network,” the robotics expert said. “Gr, WA, your Mosin, breaking the Suppression has disconnected them from the Network. They can’t be backed up!”

    “John!” Mosin said, thrusting the paper onto the desk. It pushed the phone away, clattering to the floor, but Mosin slammed her finger down on A4’s true name.

    He froze for only a moment to hear the voice whisper through the wall, “Yeah, Buddy~”

    John sprinted from the room, Mosin hurrying after him, as Rose Phoenix began to scream.

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Chapter 11: By Any Other Name

    “So! Have you enjoyed your first day?”
    “Hmm??” A4 twisted to look at Spas, feeling somewhat surprised that the girl was as close as she was. She was practically in the pudgy albino’s lap. A bit tight for her preference, but there was nowhere else to sit.

    They shared the couch with both Commander Miller and the plump pile of blonde that was Miss Welrod, whose big blue eyes were a dull haze while she drooled over the Commander’s tricep now that she’d finished her bowl of popcorn.

    On the other couch, Miss Mosin picked her spot on the far side of the couch, while Grizzly had sunk into the side nearest to Commander Miller. The fluffy brunette’s chest strained the sewing of her bear onesie as she leaned over the armrest to whisper something that made the Commander chuckle. He lifted his hand, petting Miss Welrod through her hair and the girl released a soft sigh of bovine pleasure. “She doesn’t get nights like this often,” Commander Miller replied to the smirking Grizzly.

    On their left, RFB took up an entire half all on her own, her belly rolling over her immense thighs and hips. The woman was so big, stretching past her XXL bed tee, that she made Commander Bellows and 45 even with the T-Doll smothering his lap!

    A4 wasn’t sure she liked 45… she didn’t seem quite… right.

    Not that anyone in 707 Alpha seemed quite right, either. But that didn’t make sense. These Commanders were all distinguished members of Griffin Command. Heck, an official G&K plaque hung right next to the TV! She’d read the bronze plating earlier, ‘To commemorate Commander John Winters for courageous service in the Arctic Warfare Event,’ which was only last winter…!

    It had made A4 feel better when she’d first arrived, but now she just felt kind of confused.

    “It’s been… interesting,” she said slowly.

    “Hmm… have you had enough to eat?” Spas asked, offering the bowl of popcorn and looking back to the bar. “We’ve still got some extras, unless Suomi and Val had boxed them all up for the others…”

    Wincing, A4 replied with a solid, “Yes. I’ve had enough.” She really, really did not want to eat any more. She felt like she’d eaten enough for a week, and had certainly pushed herself past her comfort zone before realizing nobody was ordering her to eat anything.

    “Graaaaah!!!” Miss Kalina growled, tapping an empty bottle against the black TV screen. “Work, damn you!”

    Commander Winters came around the side of the couch, carrying a six pack of the blackberry drinks as well as two bowls of popcorn. He passed one bowl to Mosin before coming up to Kalina’s side. “Are you having trouble connecting it?” he asked.

    “Stupid thing. It’s not picking me up!”

    “Did you plug it in?”

    The redhead rounded on him, her soft belly sagging between the gap of her ruined blouse. “Of course I plugged it in!” she started, then spotted the six pack.

    She dipped forward, snagging a drink while 45 appeared behind Commander Winters, snatching the bowl of popcorn with a loud “Yoink!”

    The Commander looked between them before rolling his eyes. “Here, let me see,” he said, placing the drinks onto the table before returning to the TV.

    The remaining five bottles were gone in an instant. Mosin, RFB, Bellows, with Spas taking two while Miller looked down at the languid gnawing of his blonde adjutant and sighed.

    “Here!” Spas said, easily twisting the top off the drink. “You’ve always got room for blackberries!”

    “I don’t know about that…” A4 said, but she took the bottle and gently sniffed. It was so much fruitier than she’d expected, smelling sugary sweet compared to the AK47’s flask, which smelled like expired nail polish. “This is alcoholic?”

    “It is,” Grizzly said, leaning back in her spot. She continued on, saying something about the label, but A4 didn’t hear her. She was watching the skinny threads which tried desperately to hold back the flood of her chest, each word sending a reverberation through the fat of her body and flexing the tight threads enough to give A4 anxiety.

    Mosin cut in, and A4 felt her eyes automatically snap to her team leader’s face. “Someone our size might need to drink ten, or fifteen, before we started feeling the effects.” She drank from hers, her double chin bulging with each swallow. Half the drink vanished in the blink of an eye.

    “I’m not so sure that’s how that’d work,” Miller said.

    A4 turned down to her bottle, sniffing the fruity blackberry scent once more before having a sip. Cool liquid impacted her tongue, swirling it around once, letting the fruity taste wash over her tongue, then finally swallowing.

    Instantly, she felt the pang of regret.

    Beneath Spas’ shirt, A4’s slim stomach was now a stretched belly. It warbled and sloshed in quiet irritation as it tried to digest more food than it was accustomed to eating in a short stretch of days. It was warm, heavy, and so tightly bloated that the skin had turned pink.

    Her hand lifted the shirt, lightly pushing against the stuffed curve and A4 grimaced before releasing a miniscule “*‘urp…* Oohhh…”

    It was all good food, but the way the other dolls ate made her feel as if she were missing something. They ate and they ate, as if they’d been built for it…

    Doughnuts, burgers, fried foods, potatoes. Chicken, shrimp, and now buttery popcorn and alcoholic sugar!! It was too much!

    And there were so many infractions, it was hard to keep track! Being out of uniform, eating outside of mealtimes, eating more than your rations allowed, eating more than double what your rations allowed, drinking during the week.

    Technically, even eating with the Commander staff was an infraction, and Mosin-Nagant and Commander Winters had been kissing! And then she’d kissed her!!

    Even thinking about that made A4 blush. The softness of her lips, the heat that radiated from her bare body, how Mosin’s presence seemed thick and large enough like she might just lean forward and crush A4 beneath her.

    “How’d you do that?!?!” Miss Kalina shouted, drawing everyone’s attention.

    Commander Winters was at the TV, tilting it back to rest properly against the wall. “All I did was plug it in,” he said.

     The screen now displayed the background of Kalina’s tablet, which was a picture of the redhead as she’d been when A4 had first met her. Busty and playful, with her hair tied up and her shirt partially unbuttoned. Daylight, compared to the moon that was the tubby redhead had become. Now drunkenly wobbling and nearly as nude as Miss Mosin, with each motion threatening to end the plight of her panties and leave her generous butt cheeks fully exposed.

    “It was already plugged in! Guhh, whatever!!” Kalina grunted, taking another swig from her drink. “Sit your ass down. Can finally start the damn thing…”

    The light of the TV cast a full chubby glow off Kalina’s pale hips, making A4 again feel marginally better. She knew Miss Kalina. Every T-Doll knew her, she was in charge of base activity as well as role assignments. Whenever a Doll was transferred to another team or office, they met with Miss Kalina. She was wise, smart, friendly, and strong!

    Well… maybe not strong… she was pretty fat.

    But if she was here, and she was letting all of these infractions slide by, maybe A4 should as well! With Winters and Bellows and Miller all acting in the way that they did, maybe A4 was just wrong about fraternization regulations.

    Even if the kissing still made her feel like she’d been thrown through a loop… She watched Mosin move to the side, making room for Commander Winters to sit with her.

    She really was immense. Her belly suffocated her thighs, spilling so far forwards that it nearly reached the immense woman’s knees. Both her and Grizzly were put into perspective with the Commander between them. He wasn’t a small man, tall and broad shouldered, but both of these women were larger than life, passing the small drink between them and sharing a butter-soaked bowl.

    “Okay!” Kalina clapped. She flicked her tablet and the screen changed, with a window pulling up top. “I may be kinda sorta a bit alcoholed,” she said quickly before shouting louder, “So somebody pick what we’re gonna watch!”

    “Monster movie!” Grizzly shouted, and A4 felt herself bounce in excitement.

    “Mmmmkay. Monster movie,” Kalina repeated. She clicked a folder labeled ‘Videos,’ then ‘Movies,’ then ‘totally legit definitely not pirated I promise I bought these’ before a scrolling list of options appeared.

    Most of the folders were in English, the title of the movie followed by the year of release, but there were so many of them that A4’s eyes began to quickly lose track. But it was more than that.

    Her eyelashes fluttered, rapidly blinking as A4 tried to focus on the English letters, but was unable. It was as if her eyes had completely contracted.

    “I don’t have it sorted by genre, so just read out some titles that-”

    “What the heck is ‘The Infected Attack’?” Grizzly asked.

    “Oh, God. No,” Kalina’s bright hair shook. “It’s awful, trust me. I thought it was gonna be a monster movie based on these old voodoo creatures called ‘zombies,’ but no. It’s just a boring documentary about Belian Island and how China blew itself up. It’s mostly just old Soviet guys sitting in rooms talking about the mess before World War Three.”

    “That sounds kinda tasteless,” Commander Bellows said from his side.

    45 twisted to look at him. “Yeah, I’m sure they’d be really offended if they didn’t wipe themselves out along with most of the planet.”

    Commander Bellows shrugged. “Tasteless is tasteless. It’s not like most of them knew what was going on. And hey, technically I’m an old Soviet guy. John and I both.”

    “Red bastards,” Commander Miller said, and he and Commander Winters both let out a chuckle, as did Mosin who’d leaned herself down to Winters’ chest.

    “I’ll give you something to taste…” 45 growled at Bellows, pinching his nose. “And you’re not that old!”

    “We’re not watching it!” Kalina scrolled down through the list. “Anyways… okay, I’ve got-”

    “Oooo, what’s ‘Technological Terror’??” RFB asked. She sat upwards, the springs of the couch whining beneath her.

    “Science Fiction! Next!” Kalina called.

    “‘Mountains of Madness’!”

    “War movie about Hollow City in Antarctica! Next!”

    “A4 wanted to watch a monster movie!” Spas called over the next person before they could shout. Then, she turned to A4, putting a hand on her back. “Would you like to choose?”

    A4 was trying very, very hard just to see the screen.

    She couldn’t.

    Everything was blurry, the words were scrambled and not making sense. Each folder had an image, what she instinctively knew must be the movie’s poster, but she couldn’t make anything out that wasn’t a huge blot of colors.

    Honestly feeling as if she might throw up, A4 clamped her eyes shut. “I-I’d like Miss Kalina t-t-to choose,” she squirmed backwards, tucking herself against the back of the couch.

    She didn’t open her eyes, but she could feel everyone looking at her. It made her feel worse, the sudden anxiety compounding with the pressure she felt on her temple.

    Finally, Kalina’s voice came calm and easy. “Alright. I’ve got a good one. It’s called ‘The Curse of Silver.’ Does that sound good?”

    “Well what’s it about?”

    Images fluttered across A4’s eyes. A dark forest, with trees black as the midnight sky. Autumn leaves lifted into the wind as a girl sprinted past, soft and small, with bushy black hair that flowed down to her ankles. She sprinted faster than a Doll could move, leaping over a fallen log to come out into a clearing before lifting her head to howl up into the full moon. The transformation had begun, her wavy long hair merging into her skin.

    The camera panned away, and A4’s head pound like a threatening drum as the darkness revealed a pair of ruby red eyes beneath sandy brown hair. A pink hairclip shined in the moonlight, as did the wicked smile of a fanged, hungry grin.

    Dimly she heard Kalina explain. “It’s a UE movie about vampires and werewolves! I haven’t seen it in years, but I think the main actress is actually an A-Doll!

    “What?!”

    “No way!!”

    “Mhmm, mhmm. The Empire’s pretty good for Doll rights, honestly! It looks like her name is…”

    Alena Dallas

    “Alena Dallas!” Kalina said. “Oh look! There’s a couple of others, too! The vampire girl is played by another Doll named Rose Phoenix.”

    In A4’s mind, the television cracked. She could see something else, a screen behind the screen, but before she could get drawn in, something shifted near her side.

    A4’s eyes fluttered before she felt the ghost of Spas’ whisper warm her ear. “Are you okay?”

    The young Doll opened her mouth to reply, instinct demanding she withdraw from all of these strange sensations. She’d seen this movie. She knew she’d seen it, but where? When? She could so clearly remember Alena, a Doll that was so small and charming with her large green eyes and playful smile, but her mind was screaming that she’d never seen her before.

    A snowflake fell between A4 and Spas. An impossible dab of heavy white snow, and beneath her hands, A4 could feel her MG thunder into the Sangvis advance. The skyline became illuminated by a blast of fire, harshly outlining the mountains of iron and coloring the office with a tremendous roar.

    A4 opened her mouth to brush it off, but she faltered. Something had stabbed her in the stomach. It had pierced her belly, and A4 recoiled as the heat of the plasma nearly set her on fire, until she was caught by an anchor.

    A hand was holding hers.

    The girl opened her eyes to see Spas’ pale fingers intertwined with her own. She looked up the arm to see the fluffy white hair, glimmering red eyes, and a gentle smile from soft, pudgy cheeks.

    Something inside of A4 clicked. A dull reverberation from her core, and her eyes began working.

    Her breathing was quick, with her sensors reading that she had far too much oxygen. Her blood pressure was high, and her displayed heartrate was-

    She’d activated her combat module.

    When did she do that? Why did she? She blinked again, biting down on her cheek and pushing the overburdened sensations away before her eyes could start glowing in the dark room.

    What the hell was that??

    Then, she realized she was holding Spas tighter, looking down at their hands.

    She’d linked with her. Completely unconsciously, just as she’d linked with S.A.T.8 while out on exploration, but this was different. Whenever T-Dolls link, they give complete access to one another. She’d only been aware of it for only a moment, but Spas…

    An MG with her SG. A perfect match.

    “Come here,” Spas said, and A4 felt herself slowly respond. Spas lifted her leg, putting it around A4’s back so she sat in-between the soft girl’s thighs. She wasn’t aware what she was doing, just that Spas was protecting her from something. It was from gunfire, from the enemy, from the white-haired doll who haunted...

    Her hands were on A4’s belly. Slowly, they lifted up beneath A4’s shirt and cupped the smooth curve of her bare stomach. She felt herself flinch, making a soft noise, but leaned back into Spas’ arms.

    “There, there,” Spas whispered into her ear. “Drink.”

    Wordlessly, thoughtlessly, A4 obeyed. She lifted the blackberry alcohol to her lips, and she drank deeply. The fruity wash spilled into her mouth, guzzled down her throat, and landed inside of her stretched stomach.

    Against Spas’ fingers, she felt it stretch more.

    She continued to drink until the bottle was empty, chugging until her lungs struggled to find room against the mass in her stomach. Leaning back into Spas, she felt the specialist belly and breasts like the soft pillows of a much-needed bed. Like a switch flicking off, A4 was suddenly so very tired.

    The bottle was empty. The girl let out a wet, blackberry belch, and was hardly surprised when the bottle was replaced by another. Pings of pleasure, of pressure and pain, all rose up from A4’s tummy against Spas’ grip. She wanted to burp again, but instead she drank.

    And she drank.

    From somewhere far away, she heard a wolf howl, and as the haze of stimulation and alcohol slowly clouded her mind like the fog over a moon, A4 was able to look to the screen and watch the opening of a movie she’d seen so many times before.

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    “Is she… hurting you?” Grizzly asked.

    Mosin turned to see Commander Miller looking down on Welrod, who had moved now to his forearm. “Oh, no. I lost feeling in this arm about a half-hour ago.”

    “I doubt that’s a good thing…”

    “Probably not,” the Commander smirked.

    “Here,” Mosin passed them her bowl of popcorn. “Put these in her lap.”

    Grizzly took it, chubby face bright with pale excitement, then her face fell flat. She passed it to Miller while glaring at Mosin. “You pig! It’s just kernels!”

    Mosin shrugged, licking her butter-stained fingers. “You should have said something sooner. You could ask 45 for hers.”

    “‘Ood ‘uck!” 45 called out, her mouth absolutely packed with popcorn. Bellows had undone the zipper on her onesie and was rubbing her belly, exposing much of her front that wasn’t hidden beneath her tiny black bra. In her hand she still held a half-full bowl, wavering it at Mosin. “Heresh ‘o way I’m givin ‘ou- HEY!”

    Moving like a woman half of her size, which was still extremely slow and obese but apparently too quick for the off-guard feline, RFB snatched the loose bowl from 45’s fingers and held it down towards Kalina. “Here, give that to Miller.”

    “Awe, why’d you do that?” Bellows asked. “Now she’s gonna-”

    45 turned batting her hands against the big man’s head. “They stole my snacks! Get it back get it back get it back!”

    Bellows narrowed his eyes at the snickering RFB as pound after pound struck his large shoulders. Across from him, John was trying and failing to hide his laugh.

    “You guys are gonna talk over the whole movie!” Kalina complained. “Look! See the cross? It’s important!”

    Mosin hummed, turning back to the movie. The young girl with bushy black hair was getting dressed, trading out her shredded clothes for a tiny white tee and black pants. She had a cross-shaped burn on her chest, which smoldered further when she tied a silver necklace around her neck.

    The big blonde couldn’t care less about the movie. It was neat that a Doll was the lead actress, but it was an American Doll from the United Empire. Hardly the same thing as a normal Doll.

    Over there, they didn’t have T-Dolls and A-Dolls. They just had Dolls, and the girl on the screen likely resembled the Sangvis Ringleaders more than she did any of Marshmallow’s sisters.

    “I can’t believe she’s a Doll,” RFB said. “And you’re sure she’s American?”

    “Of course!” Kalina waved her bottle at the screen, scooching back to sit between A4 and Welrod. “She’s got the… uh… thingy.”

    “Clue’s in the name,” Miller explained.

    With both popcorn bowls set on Welrod’s juicy thighs, she’d released his arm now that she had something else to drool over. The man nursed his left arm, twisting it at the shoulder to get back circulations.

    “All American Dolls are named after the city they were made in,” Miller continued. “Like how French Dolls were named after their builders before they stopped productions. You said her name’s Dallas? So, that’d be Dallas, Texas. What was the other?”

    “Uhhh… Rose Phoenix!”

    “Arizona, then. Probably New Phoenix.”

    From his side, Welrod was trying to fit two handfuls, one of buttery kernels and the other with popcorn, into her mouth all at once. The effort looked like it might detach her jaw until the ill-fitting snack began to fall from her lips and into the pale crevice that was her chubby breasts.

    A4 was next to her, mouth lulling open in a similar way as Spas’ fingers worked over her belly. Mosin felt immensely satisfied to see the young pair so obviously indulged and enjoyed, even the youngest recruit’s tummy looked almost painfully full.

    Between them, Kalina belched.

    Three types of drunk. From food, from alcohol, and from the pure love of touch.

    Marshmallow thought she couldn’t possibly be more satisfied with herself, until she felt her own pop of pleasure when one of Welrod’s few remaining buttons released a *boof* as it popped off her waist.

    “I’ve never seen an American Doll before…” RFB said.

    A bit of surprise tilted Mosin’s head. It was hard to get the heavy brunette interested in anything that wasn’t a video game, but she was now sitting on the edge of the couch, fully engaged.

    “You certainly have,” the team leader replied, looking back to the screen. It showed the black-haired Doll examining a note with the name ‘Carmilla’ signed in big scarlet letters, but Mosin hardly saw it.

    She too easily saw the comparison to the one American Doll she knew Griffin had. The true veteran, who had helped train Mosin before she was Mosin. No Suppression, no easy rewrite. Mosin’s generation had to spend months training with their specific weapon just to access their skill shots.

    Without the simplicity of technology, Griffin had to actually train their Dolls, and they needed the best.

    “She’s with the AR squad now,” Mosin went on. “You’ve probably seen her a lot, actually.”

    “Really??” RFB said. “Who? Miss M4A1?”

    Mosin gave the brunette a soft smile. “No. But I believe M4 was model after her… at least, in part. She was the first Doll to ever be considered for Command material.”

    “No way…” RFB went from Mosin back to the screen, surely looking for the small similarities. “M16A1 is an American Doll…?”

    “M-me…”

    Several eyes snapped to the back couch, to the stuttered speech of M1919A4. She was blushing almost as bright as her belly, head lulled back against Spas’ chest, and her red eyes were far, far away.

    “I-I’m… American…”

    An ache pulled on Mosin’s heartstrings. M1919A4 believed she was American, just as Spas once thought she was Italian. Just as each of them had once believed they truly came from their weapon’s country. It was a lie of the suppression, forced upon their core, further obscuring the line between girl and gun.

    “It’s okay, A4… I’ve got you,” Spas said, leaning down to kiss A4’s forehead.

    “Last name… I have… last name…” A4’s stammering became a whisper. “B-buddy.”

    “Buddy?” RFB asked. “Your last name’s Buddy?”

    Spas shook her head. “It’s just something she says. Yeah, buddy.”

    “Th-*hic!*” Kalina broke off before pointing up to the screen. “That’s her name. Buddy.”

    Mosin faced back to the screen, seeing the black-haired Doll walking down an empty lane. “Is it?”

    “You’d know it -*hic!!* you was watching!! She’s being stalked by Carmilla! *Hic!!*”

    “How many of those drinks have you had…?”

    In way of response, Kalina simply belched before thudding her bottle against the floor and rubbing her belly with a trembling, “Oooogggghhhh…”

    It made Mosin smile. Give a girl a cream pie, and she’ll need your help to button her pants.

    A hand came over Mosin’s shoulder, circling around to cup the side of her breast. She had to lift her legs up, requiring more effort and space than she really had, until her knees hung over the armrest and she lay against his chest. Her ass didn’t fit on the cushion, and she could tell she was putting too much weight on his leg, but she was simply too heavy to sit any other way.

    Lifting her blue eyes, she saw that John seemed to be watching the movie, but his own attention was far off and away. No doubt he was thinking about the days that would come, or perhaps he was thinking about the past.

    In all honesty, Mosin felt jealous of UMP45. At least she fit in her lover’s lap. Mosin had enough worries making love with John, with her thighs each as fat as his entire waist and her belly so big that it’d hide much of his torso. If she sat on his legs for more than five minutes, she’d probably kill him.

    But to be fair… he’d probably enjoy that.

    Slowly, her hand examined her stomach, fingers sliding up over the smooth mountain of blubber. She couldn’t reach past the crest of herself, with her biceps too flabby and her stomach too fat, but laying as she did make her spread out more easily.

    She wanted him, but not as she usually did. She wanted him on top of her tonight. Lifting her belly, pushing the weight upwards with his waist and his hips to make room between her gorgeous fat legs.

    It was nearly a full minute before he realized she was staring at him. He looked down into her, and the dull fire in his eyes kindled with warmth as he smiled. “You okay?” he asked softly, ruffling her bangs. “You want another snack?”

    Mosin’s lips puckered, thinking for a moment, before shaking her head.

    “You tired?” he asked, quiet enough for only them to hear.

    A half-shrug. “Are you?” she asked.

    He smirked. “It’s been a long day.”

    Reaching a hand up to stroke his cheek Marshmallow leaned up to whisper, “Then how would you like to start tonight?”

    Her lover’s smirk pulled tighter, brown eyebrow dipping in a knowing suspicion. She felt his legs move beneath her, muscles which she wanted to feel push up against her on their new bed.

    Slowly, he winked down at her, before leaning back and giving a deep yawn.

    “Oi, oi,” Grizzly said from behind him. “Don’t you go leaning back on me. I may look like a pillow, but I promise I bite.”

    “No you don’t!” RFB interjected. “You’re a big cuddly stuffed bear.”

    “Maybe with you!!” the tubby bear blushed. “You’re the comfy one, Mattress!”

    A popcorn kernel sailed through the air, perfectly striking Grizzly’s chest. “Don’t call me that! Pillow’s way cuter!”

    “This is why I don’t watch movies with you guys!!” Kalina whined. “You’re not paying attention, 45 and Samuel are just making out-”

    “WE ARE NOT!!” 45 screeched.

    “Yeah!” Bellows added, “she kisses way too loud for- Gaah! I was kidding, I was kidding!”

    Kalina continued, as if 45 wasn’t furiously hammering against Bellows’ head, “The only ones watching are me and these chicks!” She grabbed onto and jiggled Welrod and A4, one of which was not paying attention at all and the other who was breathing so hard she’d begun sweating. Spas’ massage seemed almost too much for her, but oddly enough, Mosin noticed she’d her eyes glued to the screen.

    Another voice interjected, this one from Miller. “I’ve been watching the whole time, actually. Why is she wearing a cross if it’s hurting her?”

    Kalina whipped around, looking as if she’d forgotten Miller was even there before struggling to stand. “Take those stupid sunglasses off!” she pointed, reaching for Edward. “You’re gonna miss the whole movie!”

    A hand suddenly shot up, snatching Kalina by the wrist and tugging her with a yelp to fall to her knees. She toppled into Welrod’s lap, less than a foot away from her face as the small blonde released a territorial snarl.

    “Welrod!” Miller barked, and the blonde’s eyes finally seemed to return to her.

    She dropped Kalina, blushing bright pink and stammering. “O-oh God, oh goodness, I am so sorry Miss Kalina. Are you okay?!”

    “Jeez!” Kalina pushed back on Welrod’s tummy, and the final two soldiers lost their lives as the buttons gave way, splitting the Union Jack right down the center.

    Welrod’s breasts tumbled free, sagging over her swollen center with their weighty jiggle. It made Welrod scream, crossing her arms to try and pinch the fabric together, only to loudly tear it around her growing love handles.

    Kalina plopped onto her bottom with a loud, “Oof!” and a *WHAP* as her own bra tore straight down the center. She stared at it for a moment before, breasts still held but the tight cups, she began giggling like mad and toppled onto her back.

    Grizzly moved first, falling to a pudge-covered knee before she too began chuckling at Kalina. “You’re wasted!” she said. “How many have you drank?”

    Kalina, tucking her knees up to her chest and still laughing, shot back with, “How much have you ate? Idiot!”

    “Idiot?!” the cuddly bear roared. She dipped down, fingers seizing Kalina around the center and dancing over her waist. “I’ll show you an idiot, you dumb fatass!”

    “Aie!! AIE!! S-stop! Stop stop!!!” Kalina tried kicking, but there was too much swollen belly in the way of her legs. Grizzly stooped over her, tickling the chubby redhead around her beer-swollen belly, making her laugh until she started to cry. The other members of the group began chuckling, save for Welrod who looked both embarrassed and horrified with herself, and A4, who looked like she was only a moment from falling asleep.

    Spas had released her hold on the girl’s tummy, positioning A4 next to her on the couch and highlighting just how thoroughly stuffed the newest recruit was. Spas’ belly was snow-white and soft. Flabby compared to the angry pink orb that protruded from A4. Sweet pudge and a deep belly button next to one pulled so tight that it looked almost sloshy. So much food stretching so little belly…

    “Alright, come on,” John said, tapping Mosin’s left shoulder. “It’s getting late.”

    “Eh?” Grizzly looked up. She’d climbed over Kalina, pinning her legs and smothering her stomach beneath her own unfolded belly, putting pressure on the redhead and making her rosy cheeks turn cherry red. “You’re not going to sleep yet!” she complained. “What about the movie?!”

    “I don’t think either of us are really watching it, to be honest,” John chuckled, and Mosin felt herself blush ever so lightly as she abashedly agreed.

    “Having a hard time… focusing…”

    “I think we’ve all had a bit too much tonight,” Miller came in. “Some too much to drink. Others, too much to eat…”

    Welrod grew several degrees hotter, now seeming to tuck her face into her breasts as if to hide from his words.

    “I wanna watch!” RFB said. “You dorks are just lightweights. Spas, A4, and I are all enjoying it! They haven’t even shown the vampire girl yet, what if she’s cute!”

    “I-I haven’t been watching…” Spas blushed, smiling away into A4’s hair as RFB turned on her with a horrified expression. “S-sorry… it was my first time…”

    “Well… whatever! We should still finish!” the brunette caught back. “It’s A4’s first night, and it was her idea!”

    “You’re more than welcome to watch the rest,” John nodded. “Marshmallow and I are just going to turn in early, alright?”

    Beneath her breath, Mosin heard the spite in 45’s tone as she whispered, “Stupid sex bed…”

    She needed John’s help to turn herself back over, and then a hand on her back to help her stand up. Maybe she was getting too heavy, but Mosin couldn’t help the big belly giggle as she smiled over to her family. “We’ll be right inside the office, so call of us you need anything. Okay?”

    “Cause we all know you won’t be sleeping!!”

    “45, come on,” Bellows jiggled the bratty kitten on his knees, hand patting her tummy. “Do you want another drink?”

    A few moments passed before, blushing, 45 said, “I wanna burger…”

    Bellows chuckled, easily lifting the girl and placing her down on the edge of the couch. “Alright,” he ruffled her hair. “Turn the TV up a bit though, so I can hear it over the grill.”

    “G-getoffa me!” Kalina stammered, still pinned.

    Without a single hurry in the world, the big chubby bear leaned forward. Her massive breasts lowered slowly, bringing forth a high-pitched scream until Kalina was muffled between Grizzly’s boobies, and the bear languidly retrieved the tablet. “You guys go ahead,” she said, adjusting the volume. “We’ll get A4 settled in right, no worries. Goodnight.”

    “Goodnight, Marshmallow!”

    “Goodnight!”

    “Goodnight…”

    Mosin bowed, smiling from ear to ear at her family. “Goodnight to you all. We’ll see you in…” she stopped.

    Sluggishly, M1919A4 rose from her seat. She was breathing heavily, pupils so small her eyes looked like red jewels in the soft light of the TV. The ill-fitting garments once more obscured her belly, reminding Mosin just how thin the girl was as she snapped a soldier’s salute. “G-goodnight… Mosin-Nagant,” she stumbled through a robotic tone before collapsing backwards onto the couch next to Spas. She stared past Mosin, watching the TV.

    Mosin turned, seeing the screen show a setting sun over an empty forest. Twilight gleamed off of black trees, with the final rays of sun painting the sky red. “Buddy,” a voice whispered from the speakers, “come out to play~”

    Mosin turned back to A4. “Thank you… M1919A4. You’re dismissed for the night. I’ll see you at 0700 for breakfast tomorrow morning.”

    She couldn’t tell if A4 even heard her. She just kept watching the TV as the voice from before began to laugh.

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    When the door finally closed, Mosin let out a disquieted “Hrmm…”

    “What’s that?” John asked. He moved behind her, taking her fur jacket by the neckline and helping her shrug out of it.

    Turning back around, she took the jacket and hung it up on the coat hanger near the door. “Does A4 seem… strange to you?”

    “Well, yes. But that’s obvious, isn’t it?” he asked, taking off his coat. “She’s an American Doll.”

    Mosin blinked at him. “What?”

    “Did you not realize…?” John passed her, putting his own coat on the rack, then his hat. “She’s actively fighting the Suppression of her own accord. She’s not silently observing, and is trying to process everything and nothing at the same time. You saw her next to Welrod, didn’t you?”

    “Of course…”

    John looked at her curiously, tilting his head. “Welrod’s Russian. She’s an A-Doll, which is why when she went overboard, she stuffed herself stupid. Like how Grizzly use to get when she couldn’t manage herself. She stopped thinking about anything except pleasure. Touch, taste.”

    Mosin felt herself frowning. She’d noticed Welrod, but A4… “A4 was still paying attention. She didn’t lose focus.”

    “Right. I’d thought she’d spaced out when Spas was rubbing her stomach, but when you mentioned M16-”

    “She said she was an American,” Mosin slowly nodded. The pair passed by the couch of the office as well as their bed, moving to John’s desk where he flicked on the lamp.

    “I doubt she remembers much yet, but I don’t know how an American Doll would even process the Suppression.” He fingered the manilla folder that 45 had placed upon his desk.

    Tactical Doll designation M1919A4. Classified.

    “We’ll be heading into Volgograd soon,” Winters said, looking further away. “Tomorrow are our final preparations, and then Saturday in the wake.” Then he looked up to Mosin and with sadness said, “We should prepare the Snowfall Contingency.”

    Frowning, Mosin grumbled, “We won’t need her. Nothing’s going to happen. My dummy will be with you and-”

    “And you yourself will be watching from across the river. I know,” he said. John lifted a hand to her cheek and she held it to her. “We would be best to plan for every option. If something happens to us, we’ll need an Ace.”

    Her blue eyes narrowed, and she felt the fire in her trying to kindle his. “I’m your Ace,” she pouted.

    It made him chuckle, which made Mosin feel better. She stepped forward, pressing her weight into his waist, feeling how much smaller he was compared to her bulk.

    “Everything’s going to be fine,” he said, stroking her hair.

    “But we need to be ready for if it isn’t…”

    John leaned down, kissing her forehead, before she turned up to him. Their lips met and she tightened him to her, pulling him until he squished her breasts and his hands lowered to her marshmallow belly.

    They kissed again, then again, his teeth lightly closing around her lower lip. She felt his tongue against her, felt the heat of her body rising.

    They were interrupted by a sharp tune coming from the breast pocket of his shirt.

    John and Marshmallow broke apart slowly, a wanting trail of saliva dipping from their wet lips. He wiped at his, muttered, “Sorry,” and then retrieved his phone.

    Mosin swallowed. “That better be Samuel telling us to keep it down…” she muttered.

    She could see from his face that it clearly was not.

    John pulled the phone open, putting it to his ear. “This is Winters,” he said, and nodded to her.

    Feeling close to empty, Mosin took a step back, letting him pull back the seat at his desk. He sat down, fingering a button beneath the top, and the wooden cover faded to expose the smart glass center.

    “Hold. Securing line.”

    With a long sigh, the heavyweight leader took the folder from his desk and plodded across the office towards their bed. It was comfy and, of course, massive in size, but she’d rather do anything other than sit down and research.

    “Line’s secure. Good evening, Cheng. How’s the trip going?”

    Through the thin wall, she could hear the movie being played on the other side. It was dimmed, but she was able to make out the noise of someone muttering as she sunk onto the bed and opened the folder.

    “What? Gr Mk23?”

    Mosin looked up, seeing John’s face of concern. He tilted his head, as if trying to better understand the call.

    “Send them,” he commanded. “I’ll broadcast.”

    Mosin rose, the folders still in hand as John placed the phone onto the glass. Immediately, Cheng’s voice began to come through its speakers. “-stole a device from the Neural Cloud Research Lab. She used it on Springfield, and it gave her complete 1-1 control of her body.”

    An electronic trail drifted from the phone and images began to appear on the desk. Some sort of console and cuff, with a closeup showing the screen. It glowed with the words ‘Sync severed.’

    “Cheng, Mosin is listening in right now,” John made eye contact with her, and she saw the fire truly alive. “Keep going. What do you mean ‘control’?”

    “I mean a direct mimic. Gr was able to control Springfield with her movements, but I’ve had time to look at the device, and I believe she might have been able to do it with her mind. John, I think Griffin’s experimenting with Parapluie.”

    Mosin felt as if the world had suddenly slammed to a stop. The Parapluie virus was Sangvis’ ultimate weapon. Beyond the power of any armament or explosive, Parapluie could infect a Doll just by leaving her communicator on while traveling through the wrong space. And then…

    Cheng was their technology expert. He knew more about Dolls and their makeup than most Dolls did. She stared at the device, which John enlarged. It looked like it was shoulder mounted, where the cuff would close around someone’s arm.

    “No…” John shook his head, “the Parapluie Virus is-”

    “It’s Sangvis Ferri, yes. Mastermind’s Virus, which will give her complete control over any Dolls actions, but not their voice. Springfield was still able to talk to me when she was under its control, but John…”

    The blonde’s mind was spinning. Parapluie was why the Arctic War happened. It was Mastermind’s response, her tool that could infect any Griffin Doll and turn her around on the staff. They’d been forced to shelf most of their Dummy Links unless given explicit order, and resulted in a fifth of the manpower moving into the storm.

    “Listen, that’s not the most important thing. Gr, she broke through the Suppression,” Cheng hissed. “And once she did, she couldn’t use the device. I tried to test it with her, but it wouldn’t even link up.”

    Mosin realized she wasn’t looking at the desk anymore. She was looking at the paper in her hands, and her heart had fully stopped. Through the wall she heard the speaker quaver beneath a powerful wolf’s howl.

    “She isn’t connected to the Neural Network,” the robotics expert said. “Gr, WA, your Mosin, breaking the Suppression has disconnected them from the Network. They can’t be backed up!”

    “John!” Mosin said, thrusting the paper onto the desk. It pushed the phone away, clattering to the floor, but Mosin slammed her finger down on A4’s true name.

    He froze for only a moment to hear the voice whisper through the wall, “Yeah, Buddy~”

    John sprinted from the room, Mosin hurrying after him, as Rose Phoenix began to scream.