[$20] Filling out the Sideline: 613’s Rumbling Recruits (Beta Copy (Patreon)

Skorpion sighed, her tight lips pulled into a deep frown. She looked from side to side, counting out the multiple pairs of colorful eyes that glowed in the dim lighting of the cave. The one-eyed T-doll didn’t have good vision to begin with, but this was just too much.

They were supposed to be relaxing! Having fun in the sun, one of the last days that they could even enjoy the darn beach! There wasn’t supposed to be any danger here.

Someone let out a soft moan. “What are we even doing?” a voice asked.

Another doll roughly shushed her.

Each of them were watching the opening, watching the sole vanguard that sat between them and the enemy.

Skorpion got down on her thin hands and skinny knees, crawling past the main group. Several dolls protested, but they were each nearly as nude as Scorpion was.

Only one doll had the foresight to snatch up her weapon once they came under fire, and in this twilight shadow she looked almost larger than life. A true patriot of Griffin & Kryuger.

Lee Enfield was only slightly illuminated, her white summer dress hugging her soft pale skin. She held her long rifle against her left shoulder, silently watching the mouth of the cave. Her finger hovered over the trigger.

“Stay back, Skorpion,” she warned as the small doll approached, never taking her eye from the scope.

Skorpion waited for a few breaths before replying. “Do you see anything?”

Slowly, Lee Enfield brushed her brunette bangs back from her forehead. Skorpion spotted the doll’s left eye, harshly illuminated by the bright light that was magnified through her scope. The green pupil was expanding and dilating, glowing and dimming, trying to zero in on whatever she might see. “No,” she finally replied. “The sun is shining straight into the cave. There’s a cliff on the other side of the bay, but those shots came from much closer.”

“Four shots,” someone said from behind them. M14, one of Griffin’s most experienced dolls, had crawled up besides Skorpion.

“Yes,” Lee Enfield. “Commander Cheng is likely dead.”

Skorpion made the noise of a squeamish rabbit. “You don’t really think that, do you?”

M14 whispered, “He’d have sounded the All Clear if he weren’t. When I was with 707 Charlie-”

“Commander Cheng can’t be dead!” Skorpion hissed. She was much less experienced, and therefore much less jaded, than her companions. “H-he’s just pinned down somewhere!”

“There were four shots,” M14 replied. “Three of our team are missing.”

“So they must have missed!”

“Everyone knows you’re supposed to double-tap the Ringleaders.”

Skorpion rose up to her knees. “Commander Cheng is not a Sangvis Ringlea-”

“Quiet,” Lee Enfield’s voice cut across.

Skorpion slapped her hands over her mouth, falling onto her bottom with a muffled, “Eeep!” Seven dolls all watched Lee Enfield in silence before their senses registered what she had heard first.

Outside of the cave, a T-doll was screaming.

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“GET OFFA ME!!” Gr Mk23 flailed against the unstoppable weight. She tried to kick, but her legs were pinned. She tried to punch, but her arms were still bound. All she could do was wiggle as glimmering red eyes flashed in the sun and a huge bottle of soda was tipped over her face.

“How do you like it?! you little brat!!” WA2000 asked, crushing Gr beneath her overweight belly. She was massive, far bigger than any Doll, any human, that Gr had ever seen, and all of that weight formed rolls of fatty malice as she planted the two liter of dark cola between Gr’s lips and forced her to drink.

It was a sight that Commander Cheng could hardly believe he was seeing.

Most of the cola was ending up over Gr’s face, washing over her chin and into her hair and the struggling sand, but her bobbing throat kept sucking down more and more into her increasingly rounded stomach.

It was insanity.

Gr wore hardly more than a bikini, with red and blue cups that matched the colors of her mismatched eyes. Her deniem shorts were invisible beneath the hammy pink thighs of WA, but if her belly kept swelling than Gr would vanish them all by herself. She was completely helpless, her feline tail swishing back and forth, pinned between her legs as she struggled to shout, fought just for breath.

“We’ve got plenty more!” WA spoke down to the struggling imp. “I’m not giving up till you apologize!”

There was a splutter of cola, a defiant, “Nebaaaarrrghh!” and the bloating continued with a deeper frenzy.

It would have been alarming, if it wasn’t so hot.

He’d almost gotten used to how fat WA had become. Hundreds of pounds heavier, WA’s weight had become a constant in life. But seeing her now, her body crammed into a stretched summer dress, pink skin growing slick with exertion.

Her jiggling fat was flattening the much smaller girl pushing them both deeper into the clutch of the sand. Gr wasn’t even a quarter of WA’s size! She was so big, had gotten so fat… It was shocking to finally see her next to someone else.

Someone as small as WA once had been.

How many nights did she stay up with him, eating and eating until demanding a tummy rub? How many times did her eyes fill with pleasure, how often did WA do this bloating to her own belly?

And there was a cherry on top of this massive dessert. Her long, wine colored hair, her smug lips pulled into a taunting smirk, and her ruby eyes glimmering with malicious intent. She lifted the mostly emptied container from Gr’s lips, giggling like a devil before raising the bottle to her own mouth.

The silver band on her finger caught the light of the sun as she said, “You’re so pathetic! What, is it too much for you?”

Beneath her, Gr belched.

The wobbling doll arched back, her belly leaping with a heavy laugh. With a momentary glance in her Commander’s direction, WA leaned back and drank the rest of the bottle herself. Her stomach pulsed, the girl making much more of a show than the little soda deserved, but it was enough that Cheng nearly lost all his senses.

“C-Commander?”

It had sounded like a voice from so far away. Cheng blinked several times before he realized that Springfield was still sitting in his lap, his hands still groping and kneading her swollen white stomach.

The green-eyed brunette was only a few inches away, looking up at him with a slight frown. “Y-your hands are… umm… a little… tight…” she muttered.

“O-oh…” Cheng swallowed. He sat back, lifting his arms. “Sorry.”

Springfield leaned back into his chest. She was still breathing very heavily, her swollen center sticking out much farther than it should have been able. Liters of cola wobbled inside of her tight tummy, but at least she had stopped burping.

For a moment she just rested before her tiny hands took his, guiding them back to her middle. “It’s fine,” she breathed. “I’m just… a bit overwhelmed.”

“Yeah…” the Commander sighed. “I’m sure you are.”

“You’d think that I’d…” Springfield paused. She was looking down at her body, a well-bloated body that had sunken over her blue dress-skirt. “You’d think…”

“Springfield?” Cheng asked.

She had beautiful green eyes, usually so bright and full of life, but right now the woman just seemed sad.

“You’d think I’d remember,” she said softly.

Cheng grunted. He tightened his grip, lightly jiggling the doll’s potbelly. “Hey, hey. It’s a lot more complicated than that.” The pair went quiet as they were cast into a butterball’s shadow. They looked up.

“Come on, it can’t be that bad,” WA frowned at them. She placed a hammy hand on either of her waist. “What’d you drink like, two liters?”

“A-almost four!!” Springfield blushed.

Cheng had to lean to see around WA’s hips. Behind her, laying in a deep depression, Gr looked as if she were hardly holding onto life. He could see more of her swollen belly than anything else, the huge curve giving her a globular shape. Her mouth opened and released a loud belch.

“Don’t think I’m done with you!” WA shouted. “We’re in no way ready for either of you idiots, but if you’re joining my Alpha then you’re gonna learn respect!”

“WA,” Cheng cleared his throat.

She turned to him, her long hair blowing in the breeze. There was a glimmer in her red eyes, as if she already didn’t appreciate his tone.

“What are you doing here?” Cheng asked. “I thought we said you’d stay behind.”

WA snorted. “I can’t trust you to run things all alone! Besides, I saw that little gremlin sneaking out of the Neural Cloud Research Lab with that… thing,” she pointed to the large armband she’d taken off of Gr. “I knew she was up to no good.”

Cheng reached for the band. The large screen flickered to life as he took it, still flashing the words ‘Sync severed.’

“Neural Cloud Research?” he asked.

WA sank to one knee, nearly losing her balance as a few hundred pounds smothered her thigh. “Ugh, give me that,” she ordered.

He complied.

It was a small action, a little tick, but he noticed Springfield looking between them as if they’d just done something extremely outlandish. “Is something wrong?” he asked the brunette.

Springfield blinked. “N-no, Commander.”

Cheng chuckled. “The chain of Command is a little… fuzzy, between a Commander and his adjun-”

“I told you not to call me that!” WA frowned. She was trying to fit the cuff around one of her tubby forearms, but it just wouldn’t fit. She even tried to roll up her sleeved to make room, but it had as much chance as a skinny woman’s bracelet. “I am your bond mate!” she said, holding up her left hand.

Cheng put up his own hands to diffuse WA’s wrath, a matching silver band on his left ring finger. “Yes, yes. Alright.”

“Darn right it’s alright,” WA squinted at him. He couldn’t help but chuckle at just how cute the fat woman’s expression was, like an irritated pig that was blushing a lovely light pink. WA turned to Springfield. “You’re still under the effects of The Suppression. That’s why you’re so confused.”

Springfield’s green eyes fluttered. She tried to sit up, the bloat in her stomach pinching it into two. “B-but I don’t feel confused,” she said with a very confused tone.

WA rolled her eyes. “You don’t remember nothing, you feel numb, and your stomach feels like it should be half that size.”

“Well, I think that it’s supposed to be,” Cheng commented.

WA glared at him.

“What?! It’s not like she eats all day. She should be skinny.”

“Oh, so it’s just because I eat all day that I got so fat?” WA asked.

Cheng shrugged. “You drink a lot of sugary drinks too- aagh!” He fell back on his rear, catching the armband as WA pitched it at him.

“S-shut up! I’m only this fat because you like it!” she pouted, cheeks glowing brighter against her deep burgundy hair.

The Commander couldn’t help but chuckle. “Maybe, but it makes it even better because how much you like it.”

“Y-you got like… like that… on purpose?” Springfield asked.

Both of them turned on her and the girl let out a mouse-like ‘Eeep!’

“On pur- of course it’s on purpose!” WA began trying to struggle to her feet. It took Cheng offering her his arm for her to properly get up, and he got to feel the lovely sensation of her weight pulling on him. “Just you wait. When we get you home, you’ll be pushing two hundred pounds by the end of the week.”

Springfield was completely obscured in the large woman’s shadow. Again, her eyes fluttered before she looked away. She placed a hand on her cheek saying, “Maybe I really am confused… am I dreaming? I thought there’d be more electric sheep.”

“Alright, sister, come on.” She cleared her throat before putting her hands behind her back. “Springfield, Command ID 19112098. Recognize!”

WA’s voice cracked like a whip and Springfield responded, her tummy bouncing as her body went rigid. “Commander Cheng. Identification authorized.”

“Springfield, find your feet!”

The burnette began to scramble, trying to pick herself up from the sand but obviously not ready for the weight in her paunch. While she struggled Cheng rubbed his nose. “You missed being in charge of other T-dolls, didn’t you?”

WA didn’t look at him, but her smile said enough.

“Springfield!” she barked. “You were not expected to be promoted today. That is because you are a worthless, mindless, suppressed robot. Is that correct?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Springfield replied.

Cheng held his hand in his face.

“Springfield! You and Gr are being elevated to the newly expanded 613 Alpha Echelon. Are you excited?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Springfield said in the exact same tone.

WA advanced on her, moving straight up to her face. “You don’t sound excited!!!”

The dead-look in Springfield’s eyes faltered.

“Springfield! I said ‘you don’t sound excited!!!’”

The green eyes showed a little more familiarity. Springfield’s posture lessened for a moment. “M-Ma’am?” Springfield asked with true timidness.

“Springfield, excited people go ‘WOOOOO!’ don’t they?!”

The brunette seemed to be regaining full control of her body. She looked almost like she had a headache, and Cheng had the mental picture of her just realizing she’d headbutted a large glass wall. Still, she swallowed before replying, “Yes, ma’am!”

“Then let me hear you say ‘WOOOO!’”

Springfield looked from WA to Commander Cheng. Thankfully, she didn’t notice that he was trying very hard not to laugh and instead gave a weak, “Woooo.”

WA’s face was beat-red. She got right up to Springfield’s face, her belly pushing into the smaller girl. “That was pathetic!!” she shouted. “I said let me hear you scream WOOOOOO!

“Woooooo!”

“WOOOOOO!”

“WOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

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“They’re killing them!” Skorpion sobbed, peeking around the corner of the cave. The corner was on her bad side, causing her to lean almost into complete exposure just to see the mouth. “They’re killing them, and then they’re gonna kill us!”

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”

The horrible scream echoed off of the cave walls, causing each of the girls to cringe away from the pain. Tears flowed from Skorpion’s single eye. “I’m too young to die!!”

“Aren’t you one of the oldest dolls here?” M14 asked.

“Shut up!!” She aimed a barefooted kick at the larger, more experienced dolls, and ended up on her face.

Another scream wailed, piercing the artificial heartstrings in Skorpion’s chest.

“W-we’ve got to do something!” she cried, starting to pick herself up. “My guns, the-they’re by the shore. I’m fast, I might be able to- glah!”

She was pressed back to the cave floor by M14’s foot. “Somebody tie this brat down before she gets us all killed!”

“W-wha-” Skorpion began before multiple pairs of hands latched around her ankles. “AAAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHH!” she screeched, clawing at the stone as she was pulled back into the darkness and away from the light.

Ahead of them, Lee Enfield hadn’t moved a hair in the last twenty minutes. M14 sank down to a knee, peeking around the wall next to her.

“Estimation?” she asked.

“Maybe… two hundred yards. It could be back at the FOB.”

M14 tried to picture the scene. The FOB was nothing but a few beach towels, a snacks and drinks table, and maybe an umbrella. Whoever had fired at them was using true rounds, she was sure of that just but the whizzing bullets. Still, she couldn’t help picture Commander Cheng using a glass of lemonade as cover from the enemy, or maybe Springfield using a two liter of cola to force them into submission.

They were going to need another relaxation day after this mess.

Something else occurred to her then. She turned back into the now silent cave. “IDW?” she asked.

There was a shift in the darkness before a neko T-doll with bushy dirty-blonde hair beneath her flattened cat ears tip toed to M14’s side. She stood up straight and saluted.

What came next made the very stone shake.

“CHARLIE 1, IDW-DA-NYA REPORTING AS ORD-”

M14 went rigid before covering IDW’s mouth. The neko-girl was completely unphased, still finishing her greeting beneath M14’s fingers.

“-ered, ma’am!”

“Since when was she Charlie team leader?” someone asked.

“Since we just tied up and muzzled Skorpion.”

“Oh yeah…”

M14 took a step back. The little neko’s tail was waggling as if she were a puppy that had been created wrong, having gotten used to the treatment she earned. They knew she couldn’t help it even if she wanted to, it was like IDW had been made to be loud.

The experienced doll cleared her throat. “IDW, do not respond to this order.”

“OKAY!”IDW shouted, only then realizing and clamping her hands over her mouth. She looked worried but, when nobody kicked her, refocused on M14. Still covering her lips with one hand, she flashed the other doll a thumbs up.

M14 groaned.

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“Springfield, what happened?! Where’s your excitement?!” WA thundered, taking large plodding steps around the kneeling brunette.

“I-I-I ca- I can’t,” Springfield breathed. She was sweating, panting, hardly seemed the energy even to shake her head.

WA leaned down. In a much lower voice she murmured, “You can, Springfield. I know you, you’ve got this. Your comrade, your sister, is relying on you. If you don’t free her, she’ll be stuck like this.”

Said comrade was currently lying on her back, twice as sweaty and kicking uselessly beneath the great weight in her gut. Gr’s bloat had covered her entire body, even her thighs and her chest looked much puffier than they had, and the girl seemed like she was trying to detach herself from her rigid left arm.

“O-okay,” Springfield replied. She took a deep breath, blinking sweat from her eyes, and then lifted another can of soda to her lips. The screen on her armband flashed to Cheng, showing a portrait of Gr Mk23 smiling happily over the words ‘Synchronization stable.’

Ten feet away, Gr’s arm did the same as Springfield’s. “No more,” she moaned, watching her arm as she brought the cola to her lips. “N-no more, no-”

She was forced to drink. Springfield was relentless, only if because chugging her can was the only way that she could bring herself to finish. Her pale belly was now so large that it formed a pair of lovehandles, tight as a drum and stretching beyond reason for a girl her size.

And still he watched the mouthfuls of sugar swirling down her throat, pooling into her widening stomach. She looked almost as if she were going to burst, but Cheng was confident that she wouldn’t, because Gr would first.

He had to admire the little brat’s determination. They’d almost run out of cola and her body was so packed that she was sliding into a sandpit. A few inches further and she wouldn’t be able to ever stand up, but WA made it clear.

There were no grudges in 613 Alpha. No unresolved conflict, nothing left unsaid. Gr had to apologize. Cheng just hopped she would do it before she drowned.

Springfield and Gr separated from their cans, the swell in their stomachs causing both girls to collapse. There was a moment of silence before it was overtaken by bubbly rumbles and, in perfect unison, the girls let out a fantastic “UUUURRRP!”

“Oh… oh my,” Springfield wiped her face, causing Gr to strike herself in the cheek. “Excuse me.”

Gr hardly seemed to even notice. She was holding her own stomach, as if trying to push it back in. She released a struggling groan, her tongue lulling out and her eyes rolling back.

“T-that’s it,” Springfield said. “That’s all I can…”

Cheng opened the top of two more cans of cola. He handed one to WA and took the other to Gr.

Deep in her pit, Gr’s belly was making seditious groanings. The small girl leaned back, letting out another belch that made the sand around her roll down to her bottom. He felt bad, but Cheng had seen much, much worse fates than doomed to bloating, and it wasn’t his place to overrule his bond mate.

“You know,” he offered, “this would be over if you just apologized.”

“N-no more,” she panted, her treacherous left arm grabbing for the can. “No more, no more!” Her fingers locked onto it, pinching it tight, and slowly it crawled towards Gr’s lips. “No no nohoho, I’m sorry!! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m-UUUURRRRRRRP!!!”

Her left arm collapsed, and Gr followed, smiling and giggling to herself while she writhed.

“I did it,” she laughed. “I did it, I did it, I’m Catherine.”

Cheng froze.

He hadn’t been able to remember her name. Standard procedure was that UMP45 would obtain their full personnel files and they’d be able to present it to them.

But he’d seen it once, a long time ago, and now he remembered.

Beneath him, the bubbly Catherine was laughing at life, rolling from side to side in the hole that was hers and nobody else’s.

“Commander!!”

Something hit him, something the size of a house and the weight of a boulder. Cheng was suddenly on his back in the hole next to the struggling Catherine and WA with a blanket being thrown over their center.

Catherine bleached in his face.

WA covered her mouth and hushed Cheng just as they heard the sound of approaching feet.

“Nya?! Meows Springfield?! Meows Springfield, what happened to you nyyaaa?!?”

They could hardly hear Springfield reply. “I-I’m fine… IDW. I just… drank too much.”

“NYA?! You brought alcohol and didn’t share?!? Wait, where’s the commeownder?!”

“I wasn’t… it’s that… IDW, I’m very tired. Where are the others?”

“Meows M14 and thems are in the cave and they sent me on something called a suicide dash! She said nobody could handle it but me, nya!!!!”

Catherine groaned into WA’s hand, her belly releasing another earth-quaking tremor. In unison, WA and Cheng reached for her belly, looking at one another before snickering and beginning to massage it. He placed a hand over hers on Gr’s mouth, permitting the distressed girl another muffle for her burp.

“I… see… could you bring Miss M14 here?” Springfield asked.

“Can-do-da-nya!!!”IDW leapt in the air, turned, and was already sprinting as she hit the sand.

Five seconds passed before Cheng peeked out from the sheet, diving back under immediately when gunfire erupted further down the beach.

“Come out da nya!!!” they heard IDW screech. “They’re all gone! They took all the soda and made meows Springfield fat!!”

Cheng and WA locked eyes before quickly trying to gather up Gr. “Holy crap,” WA grunted, getting an arm beneath Gr’s shoulders. “How much did you drink?!”

“A-as much as you eat…” Catherine blinked her discolored eyes, “fatty.”

The Commander chuckled as they pulled her to her feet, marching her towards the back of the truck. Springfield was hesitantly getting to her, wobbling uncertainly before releasing another soft belch. She waddled on Cheng’s right side, rubbing her belly. “That last can actually tasted… better,” she said, sounding surprised. “Much better… Cheng.”

Cheng smiled at each of them. “At least we know you two will fit right in.”