Kancolle WG - Aircraft Carrier Princess - 02 (End) (Patreon)

The latex corset was peeled away from her chubby body as what appeared to be an enormous refueling station hosting coils of enormous tubes was wheeled over to her. Both her mouth and the mouth she rested upon were coupled to the openings by metallic claws as the ship girl’s fractured ego revived itself just long enough to grasp what was going to happen.

Her eyes widened in fear as a greenish fluid with an iridescent glow was pumped into her body, slowly expanding its mass.

”No...getting bigger...”

Still the machine pumped.

”No, my tits...my belly...everything is getting bigger...”

Gallon after gallon flooded her new form

”Everything is expanding...don’t want to...change anymore...”

Her body grew by leaps and bounds as the seat she was fused to also began to change. Wile her organic components grew soft and flesh, the tangled mass of metallic cables and sharp angles of tempered metal beneath her twisted and expanded. Monstrous arms arose to bare their new, oversized queen aloft, coupled to more hungry mouths that appeared beneath her enormous belly folds.

Her armaments too grew in size, the guns growing in caliber to fire larger and larger ordinances as her mass evolved to host these new weapons of war.

As though on cue, the a mirror was lowered to allow her to observe her new, enormous body. If she thought she was fat before, she was well beyond immobile by this point, unable to do much else but flail about uselessly atop her abominable mobility aid. Her arms were coated in so much fat that she could barely lift them as they sunk into the gargantuan torpedos she called breasts that she floated upon.

She had become a monster, one of the creatures she had previously sworn to destroy and yet there was something intensely sexual about all of her changes. 

Everything about her was round and soft with luscious lips and wide eyes framed by snow white hair and puffy, snow drift cheeks. Her lower body had completely absorbed her legs with only bulging half thighs not consumed amongst the twisted mass of metalic arms which creaked as she commanded them to hoist her to her full height. 

The machine released a hiss of steam as the manacles which held her in place uncoupled and allowed her to take a few shakey steps forward. Much to her surprise, her size had not hindered them in the slightest as she was soon able to bound about the room with surprising speed.

”This...this feels...good...”

Such power and femininity coursed through her new form in a way she never experienced as a former ship girl. With her mobility controlled by her mind, she had to barely lift a finger to allow the mechanical components to do her bidding. 

Without an admiral to give her order or team mates to slow her down, she was the captain of her own destiny. Down in the shadowed depths, she had tasted true freedom and it tasted good. 

Her first order of business was to seek out more components with which to outfit herself, to quell the desire to expand further now that she had a bite.

The mission to quell that endless hunger had begun.