P22 FAT (collab) + Story Done

“Commander? Are you in here?” P22 peeked her head into the room, waiting for a response. A smile crossed her lips when there was none, and she stepped through the door, closing it quietly behind her. She quickly began rifling through the Commander’s belongings, muttering to herself as she did.

“It’s gotta be around here somewhere… MDR’s post was too specific to be bait,” her expression brightened as she ran her hand behind the furniture, her fingers brushing glossy paper. Grabbing the stack, P22 shuffled through the magazines, furrowing her brow at the strange content.

“This is… surprising to me, but if the Commander likes this sort of thing…” she paused to flip through a few pages. “...I suppose I shouldn’t stop at anything to catch their eye.”

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“Morning P22, what can I do for you?” Kalina said brightly. P22 glanced around to make sure no one else was around.

“I’d like your help with something,” she began. “But I need you to keep it between us.”

Kalina shifted her gaze to look at P22, furrowing her brow. “I’m not filled with confidence when you caveat a request with that.”

“It’s nothing bad, I’ll pay whatever price you ask.”

The redhead smiled, the prospect of profit quickly winning her over. “I suppose I could at least hear you out, what do you need?”

“Do you have any methods for a T-doll to gain a lot of weight rapidly?”

Kalina blinked a couple times, initially unable to respond to such a blunt question. After taking a minute to compose herself, she finally spoke.

“You want… to get fat?”

“Yes,” P22’s eyes pierced into Kalina’s. She was clearly dead-set in her ways. “Well… I suppose I could find a couple things that might be able to do that. How big were you thinking?”

P22 blushed before reaching into her breast pocket to retrieve a page from one of the magazines. Kalina took it, raising her eyebrow at the other girl.

“Ugh, I can’t believe I’m helping you with this. Wait here,” she rubbed her temples as she walked into the back of the warehouse.

P22 waited anxiously as Kalina dug around through the miscellaneous equipment. After a few minutes, she came back with a large machine attached to a tank.

“Don’t tell anyone I helped you with this,” Kalina said, pulling out a long feeding tube. She held out one end to P22, who immediately snatched it up.

Placing it into her mouth, she looked at the other girl, who grimaced and flicked on the device. A slurry of some synthetic liquid flowed through the tube and down P22’s throat. The substance quickly reacted within her, and within moments she could feel herself become heavy, her toned stomach fluffing outwards. Each gulp carried exponentially more calories than any normal food, pound after pound rapidly piling on to her growing frame.

The straps on her clothing were pulled taut around the wave of flesh rolling forward, buckles and seams stretched far beyond what they were designed to take. Her stomach gurgled loudly, rapidly processing the inflow and distributing the substance throughout her body. Threads snapped across her clothing, bulges of creamy flesh oozing through the gaps. P22 moaned in between heavy gulps, running her chubby hands along the growing mass of softness.

Kalina’s lips curled in distaste at the scene unfolding in front of her. Double checking the gauges, she reassured herself with the thought that it was almost done. P22 was massively obese now, her enormous thighs spilling out of her pants and rolling over the chair she sat in. Despite her ridiculous size, she continued to drink the liquid as if her life depended on it, moaning and blushing brightly as she squeezed her many rolls of fat. Her trousers clung tightly to her enormous hips, her soft butt rolling from out of the tattered remains of the clothing.

The container dispensed the final drops of fattening liquid, shutting off with a soft whine. P22 removed the hose from her mouth with a small gasp, eyes filled with lust as she took in her new body. Her chubby fingers ran up and down her mountainous expanse, grasping huge handfuls of doughy flesh.

“It’s… perfect…” she said with awe. “I can’t thank you enough.”

“Don’t thank me, just don’t delay with the payment,” Kalina huffed, putting away the equipment. “If anyone asks, you got this from someone on Grifchan.”

P22 barely paid her any mind as she waddled out of the warehouse, her hips catching on the door. Rather than annoy her, the reminder of how huge she had gotten merely excited her, a hot blush on her face as she jammed herself through the now small entry. Every step was now a monumental task for her, her massive thighs rubbing and bouncing off each other as she moved through the hallway.

Incredible, the commander will surely be unable to resist my advances now. She thought to herself with a half-crazed grin. Her fantasizing was interrupted as her massive gut slammed into someone, both parties falling backward with a thud, although one was substantially louder than the other.

“Ow, I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck,” said a dazed voice. “Wait, is that P22?”

The fat T-doll groaned and tried to get up, finding herself practically pinned down by her own mountains of blubber. Although she couldn’t see around her balloon-like tits, she judged by the voice that it was M37.

“So what if it is?” She grunted irritably, wriggling about like a turtle on its back. She rolled about, her doughy belly jiggling with each angry motion.

“Pftt, you’ve become such a cow!” M37 giggled, squeezing at a hanging roll of fat. P22 glared at her and slapped her hand away.

“Cut it out, I don’t have time for you!” P22 snapped.

“Hmm, what’s going on here?” ZB-26 walked up to the jiggling blob, flanked by SPR A3G and AA-12.

“N-nothing, just leave me alone!” Came the angry grumble as P22 finally rolled onto her squishy gut, the rolls of lard spreading over the floor.

“I don’t know if you were trying to make chocolates for the Commander, but it’s no use testing every batch you make,” ZB-26 chuckled.

AA-12 sneered and jabbed at the struggling T-doll. “You look ridiculous! Seems SPAS is going to have some serious competition for the heavyweight title,” SPR giggled as P22’s face became hot.

The obese android placed her chubby palms on the ground and pushed up, wobbling to her feet with a fair amount of difficulty. She turned away from the giggling girls, stomping away with plans of revenge already formulating in her mind.

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