Filling out the Frontline Chapter 4: Acquisition Exercise (Patreon)

It was sometimes hard to comprehend just how obese the girls of 707 Alpha Echelon had become. In their cozy little room, hidden away from the base at large, Sabrina had gotten used to their barefaced weight gain. She had even packed on handfuls of chub herself. It was so easy to just lose herself to the base pleasure of eating more and more each day.

Even now, where she was reflected on her sudden pile of pounds, Sabrina was eating. She was sucking down the final remains of her fourth chocolate shake since the interview. There was something inside of it now that hadn’t been there before, and she just couldn’t stop her hands from flashing out whenever she was offered another.

Her eyes were on RFB’s massive, jiggling butt as she followed her through the empty halls of the seventh floor. Seeing her outside of the office really put in perspective how different she was. 

The hallways of the seventh floor were starkly lit compared to their small cozy office. The designers had decided this floor would be naval inspired, with light blue tile for the floor and matching stripes on either side of the walls. It seemed like quite the waste considering that this section was completely empty, serving the sole purpose of a central command hub for Commander Winters and his echelons. Since the girls were able to be given remote orders, and there was no reason for them to come up from the lower halls or their dorms before being dispatched for daily logistical or combat duties, leaving the place feel almost frighteningly quiet… aside, of course, from the sounds of her slurping a thick chocolate shake and the quivering slap of her companion’s legs rebounding from one another.

Promotional posters showing T-dolls posing victoriously on the walls were covered in shadow as RFB trundled past on weighty thunder thighs, her chubby arms forced nearly sideways by the amount of fat in her body. She walked so slowly, with her dress bunched up over the top of her rear. It was not long enough to cover the dark panties she wore to cover herself, though sagging fat obscured most of the fabric that wasn’t round her rump.

Sabrina sucked again through her straw, feeling the chocolate slop sliding down her throat. Her exposed belly wobbled, a packed and pudgy piglet next to RFB’s elephantine crowd clearing gut. “You were right,” Sabrina said around the straw still in her mouth.

RFB glanced to her. “Hmm?”

Sabrina waved the shake. “It does taste better.”

The wide woman chuckled, turning it into a high-pitched snort. “Yeaaah,” she agreed, her hand finding the bare bottom of her belly. “I dunno. Honestly? I think all T-dolls have to be like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, think about it. The one thing almost every girl at Griffin has in common is a clear love of food.”

Sabrina mulled that over. “I guess…”

RFB poked her teasingly. “Don’t get offended, I’m sure you still do more than most do.” 

Sabrina blushed.

“But,” the brunette went on, “think about it. You know when Winters isn’t in the office, and Marshmallow sits at his desk running logistics? The teams we send out, 707 Bravo, Charlie, and Delta, always perform better when stocked with a few packs of meat buns.”

The albino woman felt her taste buds suddenly pined. “Oooh,” she mumbled, “meat buns…”

There was a crackle in each of their earpieces. “Alpha-2, this is 707 base. Are you receiving?” 

RFB put a hand to her ear. “Base this is Alpha-2. We left like 30 seconds ago, you could just call down the hall.”

“Negative, Alpha-2,” Mosin’s voice came again. “I am not getting up if I don’t have to.”

RFB rolled her eyes. “Whaddya want, Marshmallow?”

Sounding much more pleased with herself, Mosin came back, “Updating mission parameters. When speaking with Miss Kalina, be sure to mention the roly-polys in 505 have eaten all their chocolate again and need a resupply.”

Another voice, UMP45’s, could be heard in the background. “Hey! Roly-poly?!”

“Copy that, send more chocolate to 505’s Roly-poly echelon. Alpha-2 out.” RFB turned to Sabrina and they shared a brief giggle. 

They passed by the nearby elevators. Sabrina remembered when she’d come up those, carrying pizza and breadsticks for the office. It’d been her first time seeing them since she’d left.

Unconsciously, her hand came down and pinched an inch on her tummy. She could practically feel how firm her gut was, stuffed beyond stuffing with such yummy foods.

She needed a new uniform… stat.

“Alright,” RFB spoke, “finish off the shake, and then we’ll get going. I don’t wanna get caught with our pants down because you slurped.”

“Awwwwww,” Sabrina replied before audibly inhaling the bottom of the shake. She took off the lid and poked around. “You don’t even wear pants.”

“Nope!” RFB giggled, bouncing on her trunk sized hips. Her thighs flopped up and down, even her fatty calves bounced with the motion. “And I never will again!”

Sabrina perked an eyebrow. “What do you have against pants?”

“An odd thing to ask for someone who’s wearing a skirt,” RFB noted, narrowing her eyes.

“H-hey,” Sabrina’s hands tugged up on the unbuckled hem. “It’s an honest question!”

RFB shook her head, chuckling.

“So…?” Sabrina prompted. “What’s wrong with pants?”

RFB loosed a heavy sigh. Her body seemed to deflate as a pensive look came to her, and she slowed down near a large steel door. Her green eyes stared past it. “When I was a girl, pants killed my father.”

Sabrina’s eyes fluttered, trying to understand. “R-really?”

“No.”

RFB turned and opened the door to the stairwell. She carefully looked upward and down. “B-but,” Sabrina started.

“Hush,” RFB shushed her. “Base, this is Alpha-2. Any signatures in the Eastern Stairwell?”

“Uhhhh, hold on that Alpha-2,” Mosin came back. To someone in the background she said, “Oof, I gotta sit up. Help me with these pie tins.”

“Me?” Winters replied. “I didn’t eat them.”

“You’ll be sleeping on the floor if you don’t!” she threatened. A second later she made a startled yelp. “Oop! I didn’t mute th-”

She cut off. RFB was giving Sabrina a knowing look, and the white-haired woman realized she was blushing.

She crossed her arms and swayed, pouting away from the knowing expression. After a silent moment she said “Mosin’s awfully cuddly, isn’t she…?”

RFB stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry laugh. “That’s sorta the base of most T-dolls, I think. I love it when someone ruffles my hair.”

Sabrina tapped her foot on the ground, still pouting. “I wish someone would ruffle my hair…”

With a sigh, RFB marched over to Sabrina. She stood so close that the girls’ tummies touched before putting her hand on her head. Her fatty fingers felt porky, and the motion served to show that, while nowhere near the size of her hips and thighs, RFB’s shoulders and arms were coated with jiggling layers of hungry pudge. “There, there,” she said sarcastically, her smooth double chin folding into her fleshy neck. 

Sabrina had to try very hard not to nuzzle RFB’s hand. The desire to just be held for a while was spilling over her. She wanted to go back to the office and just sit down and eat all night while someone massaged her tummy and played with her locks. She wanted to be cared for so much in that moment.

RFB’s teasing smirk faded and she then asked, “So, you figure out your name yet?”

“Hmm?” Sabrina asked. “A name?”

“Yeah,” RFB said. “After ‘The Suppression’ is broken and your memories come back, you remember your original name.”

Sabrina said nothing for a moment, thinking.

RFB picked up on it. “There’s about… ten of us? I think?” she stepped back, holding up her fingers and scrunching her face in thought. “Us four, then four in 505, and then Wa and Ava. Yeah, ten!” she looked pleased, turning back to Sabrina. “Sometimes, the girls like to use their old names. Some of them choose new ones, like how Mosin’s true name is Marshmallow now.”

“Oh,” Sabrina interjected. “S-she actually chose that?”

“Yup!” RFB said cheerfully. “She’s really fantastic at this whole working from the sidelines thing. She’s always the one on the radio with the logistics and combat teams when the Commander is busy in operations. I mostly just sit around and stuff my face while playing games.”

Sabrina couldn’t help the small grin. “I noticed,” she said, and then added curiously, “And that helps us change things?”

RFB nodded. “We’re recruiting right now. There’s other commanders out there besides John and Bellows who support us girls!” her hand went down to her tummy. Lifting her dress, she looked upon herself. “They let us be how we want to be and give us the chance to be like this.”

Sabrina couldn’t help but marvel at how she spoke. “You make it sound like being so fat is a good thing,” she chuckled.

RFB looked at her. “It’s more than good food and lazy days,” she said. She reached out and touched Sabrina’s belly, and again Sabrina felt herself desiring more. She craved to be touched. “I think that all T-dolls can be like this. No matter how hard they try, we all love sweets and food too much for them to take those instincts from us, right?”

The desire spilled over Sabrina and she leaned forward, taking RFB’s arm.

The girl made a confused sound as Sabrina walked into her and slowly wrapped her arms around her. She was so soft and so warm, like a thick blanket that could breath and talk about and care about her. RFB’s arms wrapped around her and Sabrina leaned herself lower, resting her head on her mushy shoulder. Ever so faintly, she could hear RFB breathing, and the beat of her heart.

“You’re a lot like Grizz,” RFB said softly. “She likes cuddling too, even though she needs to remember who the real heavy weights are once in a while!” She raised her head behind Sabrina’s head and rubbed it.

She felt so huge inside Sabrina’s arms. Her reach couldn’t come even close to fully wrapping around her, and when she tightened her grip the fluffy girl’s pudge pushed outward in another spot. 

In her arms, Sabrina felt safe. She was reminded of Mosin’s massage, or the Commander’s touch. But just like eating, this felt like so much more now. Direct access to the pleasures of life rather than feeling them muffled beneath the glass.

“When you beat the programming,” RFB said, “you get something back. But some people don’t want it, and that’s okay. We’re each free to choose our own name.”

Sabrina remembered life before Griffin and Kruger. The events that had led her to the recruitment center. In the end, Sabrina had no job. No family, no friends. She had hooked up to their machines willingly, selling away her chance at true life.

What badgered her most was remembering how she spent so many days trying to be happy. To feel like she was part of something bigger than herself.

Trying to feel like she did right now.

“My name is Sabrina,” she finally said. “But… but it’s also Spas. I like… being Spas.”

RFB took a step back, putting her hands on Spas’s shoulders to look in her eyes. Her green eyes looked very pleasant. “My name’s Kelly,” she said, blushing pink. “But I love being RFB. My sisters are Grizz the Grizzly Mk. V and Marshmallow-Nougat the Mosin-Nagant… and Sabrina the Spas-12.” She bowed her head.

Spas’s heart thumped in her chest. She grinned so wide that it hurt and returned the bow.

Their earpieces buzzed. “Got it! Sorry, Grizz was sitting on the tablet!”

“Figures,” RFB muttered. “Tell John he had better order extra celebration food for us!”

“He’s already on it. Wants to make this one the biggest and best one yet! He and Bellows just finished the list and are heading out now!” Mosin said cheerily. “Anyway, Alpha-2 you are clear on the Eastern Stairwell. Springfield’s café is closed while she’s away, so the traffic is mostly on the west side near the chow hall and breakroom.”

“Copy. Alpha-2 and Alpha-4 moving down the Eastern Stairwell. Out.” She tapped Spas on the cheek. “Come on, lil sister. Let’s get movin’.”

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Descending six flights of stairs was the most exercise Spas had gotten in weeks. Having gained over two dozen pounds meant that by the time she’d reached the bottom, her legs were absolutely on fire. While not panting, the quick little steps as she hopped down the stairwell were tiring and caused her breathing to hasten.

RFB, however, seemed almost as if she was about to keel over. She needed to use the handrail to get down safely and was now grunting for air, making exhausted little “Blwah”s every few seconds. Spas internally worried about what condition she’d be once they had to go back up…

“C-check the hall,” RFB ordered her. She dutifully opened the door and looked out.

The bright hallways of the second were a deep green color, directly opposing the naval blue that was up on their seventh. The green reminded Spas of the woodland areas outside of the cities, empty stretches that spread for hundreds of miles without a civilized soul to be seen. Small camps of refugees had emerged, and animals had begun to make their comeback to those pockets of land, but things were still recovering. Even now, after so many years, scars of the last great war could be felt on the land.

She turned back to RFB. “It seems to be clear.”

“Then check a-again,” RFB grunted, hefting herself down the final steps. “You gotta be sure.” She huffed again for air before adding, “I’m not running anywhere fast.”

Spas nodded and dipped her head out into the hallway, listening closely.

She could hear some noise, but it seemed far away. The interior of the building was made of long stretches of halls, but the lower floors had many more hallways and offices than those up top. Their small stretch seemed to be completely desolate.

“Clear,” she whispered.

RFB’s belly puffed outward as she took in a deep breath and held it before finally letting it free. “We gotta ask Commander about a new elevator,” she complained. “I don’t wanna do this every week.”

“Do you think he could get a personal one?” Spas asked as the girls went into the hall.

“About as likely as me fitting into a size 20,” RFB tugged her dress down. “Whining helps me cope.”

“Yeah… I guess there’s nothing you can really do then.”

They followed the hall around a nearby bend, making for Miss Kalina’s office.

“It’s around dinner time now, so most of the staff has likely gone home,” RFB explained. “We should be clear, but sometimes staff members need to stay late.”

“What about other T-dolls?” Spas asked.

“Nah, don’t worry about the girls,” RFB waved a dismissive hand. “They’re probably at dinner too. Anybody who’d need to see Kalina would’ve already come down!”

Almost every door in the building was made heavy steel and without windows. However, Kalina had made a small effort to decorate hers with a couple of cutouts. Her name was displayed in the direct center, each letter sliced from differing colored papers and a bright pink heart in place of the dot on the ‘i’. The letters were then surrounded with a number of other paper decorations, such as tokens and gems, and varying tasty treats.

RFB rapped 5 times on the door and then reached down and pushed inward. “Oh Kalina~” she called into the room.

“Gluh!” came a hurried response. RFB cast the door open wide to reveal Kalina sitting on a nearby sofa with her feet on the coffee table sucking down a mouthful of ramen. “Argh eff bea!!” she shouted angrily.

The pleasantly plump orange haired women than glared down at the noodles that hung from her mouth. She lowered herself back over her cup and slurped the noodles up, filling her mouth past capacity and giving her comically full cheeks.

RFB chuckled merrily as she entered the room with Spas in tow. “I hope you saved some for us!” she cast her arms wide. 

Kalina scowled, taking multiple heavy swallows to pull her noodles down. She raised the back of her hand to her mouth and lightly burped before shouting. “You scared the shit out of me!!” 

RFB came to sit down next to the Base Secretary / Specialty Commander Adjunct. Next to her, Kalina looked merely curvy, though it was still clear she’d been putting on weight. The woman was in a state of partial dress, wearing a red dress shirt that was open down to the third button and showed the lace of her black bra beneath. Her usual tie was nowhere to be seen, and her skirt was unbuttoned so the small paunch she’d developed could fill out the gap.

“Hi, Miss Kalina,” Spas wave.

Kalina leered at RFB for a second more before looking at Spas. Her eyes instantly fell to her exposed belly. “Oh, holy cow you… erm, I mean.” She looked back up, “Hi Spas! It’s good to see you!”

Spas laughed nervously, scratching her head. “Yeah, sorry, I know.” She poked her belly. “I’m still getting used to it, too.”

“Heh, yeah don’t I know it. She lifted the cup, “I can finally afford to eat better than ramen, but sometimes I just end up eating double the amount.”

“Ramen’s delicious!” Spas said, clasping her hands together. “I-if you want us to take some from you, I wouldn’t mind!”

Kalina looked over to RFB, who was wearing a very fat smile. “She’s serious,” RFB gestured to Spas with her chin. “She’d have offered before the break. I can’t wait to see what kinda appetite she has now.”

Spas grinned. She took a moment to look around the room. It was already doing better than the last time she’d been in here, shortly after arriving in the sector. All T-dolls came through this office on arrival, it’s why Kalina had received such a large space and a small sitting area with couches, lazy chairs, and even a television and microwave. Kalina was in charge of making sure T-dolls were properly fit before being assigned to their command group, combat team, or logistics and exploration teams. But there was another reason Kalina got so much traffic...

“So, I can assume since you look like you’ve put on another forty pounds, you need another dress upgrade?”

“Yes please,” RFB gave her a tooth filled grin. “We’re gonna need one for each of the girls, and we also need to put an order in to upsize our costumes.”

Kalina put her cup down on the table. “You have the data for that?” she asked, crossing her legs. “You know I’ll need accurate measurements before assembly.”

“Got it all,” RFB held up a tiny memory stick. “Updated to the centimeter from just a little bit ago.”

Kalina glanced as Spas, who was looking towards her half-filled cup of ramen. “Yeah, now it’ll be history before the end of the day.”

“S-sorry…” Spas blushed. “I can’t help it,” she mumbled. “I feel really hungry…” To affirm this, her tummy growled.

Kalina sighed. “Hang on, I’ve got some lollipops in the back. Or do you want a slice of strawberry cheesecake?”

Spas’s eyes fluttered, and she shifted back and forth indecisively. “B-both?” she asked.

Kalina looked at her flatly. A beat passed before she said, “You know, I can respect that answer,” and she got up from the couch, taking the data from RFB and dropping it atop her computer. The girls followed her with their eyes as she walked around her desk and into a back area.

“So, did you get any costumes from her yet?” RFB asked.

Spas nodded. “Yup! A little after getting here, Kalina helped me make a Summer outfit! It’s a white bikini that… well, it wouldn’t fit anymore… but it only took me ten tokens to get it!”

RFB gawked. “Only ten? My Christmas outfit cost three hundred!”

Kalina popped out from behind the doorframe. “She got lucky. It happens!! I always tell you guys, it’s not rigged!”

“Yeah, right!” RFB called back. “Where’s my offer for cheesecake? I’m one of the reasons you’re getting fat too, you know!”

“S-shut up, machine!!” Kalina shouted. “It’s just a couple of pounds!!!”

She returned after a moment with a flushed red face and two plates with cheesecake. She then handed each girl a lollipop before taking one for herself. 

“Scho, anythin’ alse?” she spoke from around the sucker, then removed it to continue. “I was wondering when you were gonna ask for costume update, but I figured you were waiting in case Spas grew any bigger.”

“Oh, she’s gonna,” RFB said. 

Spas giggled, closing her eyes and trying not to blush. “I’m probably going to…” she then snapped up a huge bite of cheesecake, unable to keep from tasting it any longer.

“It’s probably safe to wait on hers, then,” Kalina said before turning back to RFB. “USP is in here like once a week asking for size upgrades for Suomi. I swear, I haven’t seen any girl grow as fast as she has been. Their orders for commissary supplies have doubled since she joined, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s all going to straight to her hips.”

“Oh?” RFB perked her eyebrows. “Is she trying to tackle my title?”

Kalina snorted. “That girl couldn’t tackle her own dummy anymore. I doubt it.”

“Good,” RFB turned up her nose. “If I don’t have my ass, than what do I have?”

“Friends!” Spas chirped.

Both of the others turned to her. They looked as she inhaled the second half of her cake in one single bite, chomping merrily upon the smooth creamy substance.

Kalina simply nodded, turning back to RFB. “Perfect fit.”

“Yeah, if only her clothes could say the same.”

Spas ignored them, turning her attention to the lollipop. She put it into her mouth and began to suck on it. Five seconds later, the stick was empty, and she was left to chew on the remains of the hard candy, unable to keep her mouth from mashing it to bits. And she was still hungry.

The adjunct snorted. “You know,” she poked RFB in the tummy, “you’re supposed to still knock before coming in. That’s the one thing I don’t miss, what if I was doing something private??”

“Hey, I knocked!” RFB smirked, “I just didn’t wait for you to answer.”

“Follow protocol!” Kalina said before blowing a raspberry out at RFB. “Your masters command it!”

Spas grimaced, but RFB raised a predatory eyebrow. “Command me again, and I’ll flatten ya.”

“It was so much easier when you couldn’t,” Kalina rolled her eyes. “Alright, alright, but I’m not kidding! I do private stuff in here, please knock and wait for a response.”

“Hmmm, better…” RFB said before nodding. “Alright, I’ll try. But honestly I forgot what it is.”

“It’s three knocks, and then you announce your name, and your business!” Spas answered.

Kalina nodded. “Thank you, Spas.”

Behind Spas, there were three knocks at the steel door. A sharp voice declared, “T-dolls AK-47 and M1919A4 reporting to speak with Miss Kalina about a token purchase!”

“Like that!” Spas gestured. Then abruptly she clamped her hands over her mouth and stared wide-eyed at the door.

“Fuck!!” Kalina hissed. She turned to RFB. “Hide!”