[$20] NSFW Filling Out the Frontline Chapter 6: Midnight Sweets and Tubby Treats (Patreon)

Darkness held him, smothering him beneath a thick blanket of cotton wool. It was all he felt, all he knew, and for a moment, all he thought he would ever know again.

Until the chill of the arctic snow returned.

“Commander!”

He could feel the droplets falling down on his cheek. At first, he thought they were snowflakes, but when he forced his eyes open, he saw with blurry recognition a long mane of wavy blonde hair. He could see her pale white skin but his sight was too blurry. He tried blinking, and it cleared.

“Wake up, Commander!!” 

Mosin was crying. Her cheeks were an angry, splotchy red. Tears were dribbling out from her bright blue eyes, and light snow dotting her long hair. Another fell before smacking him in the cheek. 

“John!!” she screamed.

She was holding herself over him with one arm. It took him too long to see the missing appendage, dead circuits hanging and dripping with blood. He felt his head fall to the side, saw the other arm crushed beneath a slab of concrete. It was still sparking. 

She had shielded him with her body. Even though Mosin was a head shorter than him and her skinny but strong frame couldn’t come close to covering his chest, she’d thrown herself over him. She’d protected him.

Above them, Winters saw the collapsed ceiling hanging not even two feet above. Snow was blowing down from a rubble ramp, and he began to hear the gunfire of the arctic war, beyond.

“John!”

John Winters opened his eyes. 

His office was dim, but not oppressively dark. He felt the breath rocking his chest, the hammering of his heart, before he saw her.

Mosin-Nagant had been skinny in his memory. But here, the girl who had chosen the name Marshmallow was anything but. Thick sausage fingers were attached to flabby biceps that quivered robustly as she shook him awake. She was leaning back on one elbow, reaching over herself while her super-sized gut pushed the bedsheets to her knees. Plump lips above a curvy chin moved. “Hey, wake up… John.”

Winters felt his breath steadying, taken in by her unblinking bright blue eyes. He didn’t speak for a moment, instead counted small numbers between a deep breath before leaning back on his fluffy pillow.

“You okay?” Marshmallow asked. She’d taken off her sweater at some point in the night, and no doubt had also removed her leggings. The massive girl didn’t like feeling oppressively warm, and she had said that sharing the bed made her feel warm enough. 

The springs screeched as she bounced on it, blinking against John with a fluffy marshmallow hip. Her breasts sat perched inside her white bra set atop of her butterball belly. It took her more effort than it should to pull herself up to a sitting position, but she managed much to the bedsprings dismay.

Her chin pulled into her nearly non-existent neck as she looked down at him. “You were having another nightmare, weren’t you?”

John realized how much he was looking at her body, at the heavy love handles on her sides or the way that her backfat pinched over her rear. White panties the size of a normal girl’s knee length short were stretched over a pale moon. He felt his breathing steady before reaching a solid hand over and gripping Marshmallow’s thigh. He tightened his hand, sinking into her pudge, and gently quivered her.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “Just another memory.”

She looked down to his hand and smirked. “Something tells me you’ll get over it.”

He exhaled a hum that felt like a chuckle.

She responded to his touch, putting her hand over his. Her chunky fingers smothered his grip when she held his hand. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He turned away from her, just feeling her touch. A small lamp in the corner of the room emitted a faint orange glow that gave his dim office an even more comforting atmosphere. “Not really. Just worried, I suppose. About what’s coming.”

“I could have guessed that,” Marshmallow said with a knowing tone. She sank down onto her back, pulling the covers up to cover up to her shoulders and most of Winter’s chest. She lifted a tubby leg and smothered his with it, poking his feet with her pudgy piggy toes. “You don’t have to though. I’ll be there to protect you.”

“Your dummy will be,” Winters smirked back.

Marshmallow smirked, tucking herself towards Winters’ chest. Her tummy rolled over onto him, pinching the sheets between them. It spread, soft and wide against his muscular build as she nuzzled him. “I will have you in my sight regardless. She may be a small little twig, but the tree trunk won’t be far away~”

Winters snorted. It was all he could do as Marshmallow’s weight shifted on top of him, robbing his lungs of breath. He tried to look up, look away as he felt his desires shifting to more earthly wants.

She noticed, looking up with playful glance. It took a lot of effort for the supersized T-doll to waggle her belly but she did. “What?” she asked teasingly, putting more over her overbearing weight onto him. 

Her leg came over him, squishing her belly down further and causing him to huff out an amused chuckle. It was getting hard to breath, but she caught him biting his lip and looking down at her pillowy body and, like a hunter waiting for the right moment, sprung her trap.

She moved slowly. Marshmallow was fat enough that she was almost incapable of doing anything quick nowadays, and she needed some help to saddle herself over him. The bedsheets were plucked out from between them and she smiled down as her thigh grinded against his hardness. 

Winters was wearing only boxers and a tee, while Marshmallow wore her thick cotton underwear. Her long hair came over her round shoulders in waves, reaching down past her weighty breasts. It spilled over the top of her stomach, but her pillowlike tummy reached up to his ribs.

They had made love before. The night of their oath had been the first, when Mosin had promised herself to him and he swore to give into her every desire. He hadn’t been ready to be her favorite, her most craved indulgence.

And the more she grew, the fatter she ate herself, the more cushion she had, his own craving swelled. Now that they were there, he couldn’t take his hands off her. Lifting her belly and letting it drop between her fluffy thighs, pushing his waist up into her. Her breathing was coming in thick husky gasps, rocking back and forth.

She leaned down then, bracing herself on either side of the bed, dropping her face down to his. She was breathing hard, the exertion of moving so much weight even for so short a time already getting to her. Her gut spread against him, her breasts squishing outward as he leaned up to her.

Her lips were warm and undeniably hungry as they pressed against his. She gasped into his mouth when he pressed her boobs together, eyes rolling.

“Get my bra off,” she ordered. 

He’d have replied if she didn’t heft herself again, crushing him beneath hundreds of pounds of sexy squishy pudge. He reached around behind her, but Marshmallow’s body had become so wide that he had to strain to reach the strap. It was held together by multiple hooks, which tried desperately to contain the obese blonde’s breasts. 

She leaned down to his neck, lips grazing and teeth grazing it, bucking back and forth over him. He could feel her now, the smooth cotton lining of her panties rubbing against him. He must have pressed through the divide in his boxers because Marshmallow’s teeth suddenly clamped on his skin and she emitted an amorous gasp.

The first hooks came free, then all he had to do was press down on the flab near the others before they snapped loose and her tent-like bra fell between their mashing middles. She pulled back, returning to his lips, her hands wrapping over him and long hair pulling them into a private darkness.

Marshmallow’s breasts were huge, nearly J cups in size, but were nothing in comparison to the wideness of her belly. They rested upon it, dragging down towards either end now, but he mashed them together towards the center. They weighed enough that squishing the melons took more effort than it should.

She broke their kiss, leaning back and grating against him. Her tongue rolled out and her eyes rolled back as she gasped for air, and he realized he could only barely see the cotton whites. He pushed against her tummy and she responded, lifting herself awkwardly over onto the side, wobbling like jelly and hardly keeping her balance before her feet found the floor.

He moved to her, cupping his arms around her hips. His head was up to her breasts, and he leaned forward to kiss and nibble on her stomach, much to Marshmallow’s giggling delight. 

Here, he couldn’t come close to reaching all the way around her. One of her thighs was wider than his entire body. But she grinned devilishly pleased as he tugged her thick panties off of her rolling doughy sides before pushing him back onto the bed. She removed his boxers before forcing him toward the center and mounting him again.

Winters felt his breath catch as she flowed all around him, skating her fingers over his manhood and gripping it tightly before positioning it inward. She was already soaking wet, warmth spread over him as she settled her weight forward and moaning with delight she began to rock back and forth.

He gripped her by her love handles, pulling her with him, thrusting into her again and again. She had to lean backward, pushing her fat gut out even further, and he raised and pushed himself further into her, eliciting another scandalous moan.

They pushed into one another, hearing only the others gasp of want and of pleasure, seeing only how fat she had become and how fat he had made her. She couldn’t keep going for long, only five minutes before her chest beat so fast that she thought she’d fall over, but they twisted around and found ways to keep going until, exhausted but bubbly, they fell asleep cuddling in one another’s arms kissing each other and wishing goodnight.

They slept soundly after that, both of them trapped in this moment, and all worries of what was to come flattened beneath Marshmallow’s fluff.

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“What are they doing in there?” Spas asked in a hushed whisper.

RFB was sitting with her back to the wall, looking at anything but the central office where bedsprings were howling in pain. The pink blush on her chubby cheeks was brighter than the moonlight coming from outside.

Grizzly, who was blushing in a near equal capacity, thunked her on her tummy. “You had to wake us up to brag, didn’t you!” she whispered back. 

“I-I… But… Mynaaaah!” she squeezed her arms over her chest, her gamepad jiggling on her exposed tummy. “I got a Tetris Maximus though!”

“Take a screenshot next time!” Grizzly hissed. “The whole point of moving her bed in there for the redesign was that we wouldn’t have to leave the office anytime they… they…” her purple eyes turned to Spas.

“What?” the chubby albino asked. She wore a tight black and red set of pajamas, custom made two sizes larger than the measurements provided to Kalina, which means they fit just barely over her burger stuffed potbelly.

“T-they’re wrestling…” Grizzly blushed. “Don’t worry about it.”

“She even got a queen-sized bed…” RFB shifted jealously. “And she call us fatties.”

“Well, she has a queen-sized belly,” Grizzly shrugged. “If she and the Commander are going to be sharing it, I don’t mind.”

“Hey!” RFB shouted, “I got queen-sized hips! And I’m stuck in a twin next to you two!”

“We’ve got the new recruit coming tomorrow morning, don’t you remember?” Grizzly gestured to the empty bed in the corner. “We don’t have room for queen beds for everyone. And can you imagine them…” she glanced back at Spas, who was looking curiously at the interior office that they had all previously slept in before setting up in the exterior. “Err… wrestling in one of these again? She’d break another one.”

Spas remembered cuddling with RFB earlier that day. She remembered RFB explaining that the pleasure sensors in her brain were highlighting since they’d been freed after the Suppression. That was also why food tasted so much better, and how Spas was able to eat nearly as much as the other girls at her party. She wondered aloud, “Does wrestling also spike the uhh… the neural thingey? Like does it feel as yummy as food tastes?”

RFB and Grizzly looked at each other with uncomfortable expressions. 

“W-well,” Grizzly coughed. “I imagine it feels even better.”

“Like you would know!” RFB snapped hotly.  

“Oh? Well, we could wrestle if you’d like!” Spas replied with a giggle.

Both girls rounded on her with horrified expressions right about the time a muffled moan came through the thin wall.

“Alright!” Grizzly hopped up from her bed, her tight two-piece pajamas bobbing wildly with her unrestricted boobs. 

She reached out and grabbed Spas’s hand, who replied “No wait! I’m not ready just yet!” Before she was tugged forcefully to her feet. 

“Come on, you! We’re going for a midnight snack. And you!” she pointed a claw it RFB before wincing at the squeaking. “Are coming along too! You little voyeur!”

“It’s not my fault…” RFB squished her flabby hips together, the blush coming on even stronger.

Grizzly ignored her, marching Spas out from the office and towards the elevator to the kitchens. She followed behind them taking tubby jiggling steps and huffing, “H-hey wait up!”

They reached the canteen and the kitchens beyond without any issue. Griffin was exceptionally well stocked when it came to food supplies, and the office buildings held much tastier snacks than the rations they served out in the field. 

Spas was on her third ice cream cone when she said, “At least tomorrow’s an off day!”

“Every day is an off day for us,” Grizzly chewed on a microwaved mini-pizza. “Tomorrow’s gonna be busier than normal though. We’re gonna be moving the rest of the stuff around the office, not just our new beds.”

“Oh!” Spas took a chomp of her waffle cone. Drips of vanilla stuck to her nose. “Does that mean the others will be coming as well?”

“Bellows will probably stop by to help move the couch out. With five members, our squad’s too big to fit in the tiny interior office. We’ll be getting the whole exterior now, while Mosin has her bed in there.”

“Doesn’t he have a house or something?” RFB asked. “Griffin’s gonna notice him staying the night.”

Grizzly shrugged. “Griffin hasn’t noticed us or 505. And then, Commander Cheng is on that beach trip, and Commander Miller has been growing his own…”

She trailed off, glancing up from her pizza.

“What?” RFB asked her.

Grizzly moved quicker than a girl her size should have been able to. Spas thought she was heading for the kitchen doors but she moved past that, towards the janitorial closet. She snapped the door open.

A pair of tubby legs were kicking wildly in the air beneath a miniskirt that was smaller than Spas’s willpower. It exposed a pair of black and white striped panties. A wide bottom was lodged inside of the air vent with exasperated grunts echoing from inside. Strapped around the pudgy legs were a pair of leg holsters, strapped tightly with equipment, including a small silenced pistol.

“Ahh,” Grizzly said. “Hello Welrod.”

The legs stopped flailing. “Ahhh… Ahem, good evening Grizzly.”

“Who?” Spas asked RFB, who shrugged at her.

“Getting too fat to be creeping around?” Grizzly asked the butt.

“N-no…” Welrod muttered. Then, “A-at least we’re trying! You girls sit in 707 all day just eating!”

“Mhmm. So you were coming down to the kitchen at,” she checked, “2am to go work out.”

“For your information!” the butt waggled irately, “We’re going to be using the gym tomorrow! I won’t let 512 turn into fatties like you four have!”

Grizzly snorted. “Yeah. Alright. Bye Welrod.” She began to close the door. 

“W-wait!!”

Grizzly stopped.

“Erm… would you birds mind helping a lass out of a bind?”

Grizzly closed the door. The vent echoed a sad, “Mynnaanoooooo!”

“I swear, I’ve never heard any other doll make as much noise at just hearing their Commander’s name…” Grizzly said to herself before looking up. “Alright, well they’re probably done wrestling by now. Wanna head back up?”

“Who was that?” Spas asked.

“Ahhh, yeah that’s right. Sorry, you haven’t received one of the weekly reports yet. Welrod is leader of 512 Alpha. Her and Commander Millar joined us a few months ago. It’s kinda shocking that she’s not… well, me sized, to be honest. You’ll probably meet him tomorrow.”

“When’s Commander Chang coming back?” RFB asked.

“… I’m gonna start confiscating your gamepad during meetings!” Grizzly threatened her. “He left a few days ago, won’t be back until the party this weekend.”

“Hey,” RFB put her hands on her hips defensively. “It’s not my fault there’s so much going on on the sideline! I can hardly keep up!”

“Yeah well try harder,” Grizzly huffed. She turned to Spas. “We’re heading back up now.”

She left the kitchen and then the cafeteria, not bothering to wait. The two others trundled after her and, all three in their jammies, made their way back up the elevator and to the room. The office was quiet now.

“There’s a lot more of us than I thought there was…” Spas said as she laid back in bed.

Grizzly looked to her, noticing the tone. She was surprised to see that she was smiling.

Spas glanced over at her before laying back on her pillow. “It’s nice to know that our family is getting so big.”

Grizzly chuckled. “Yeah… well, tomorrow, we’ll be bringing in another.”

Spas sighed, looking over at the empty bed with a cheerful grin. “Yeah. It’s gonna be a great day. I hope we can make her happy.”