Cammy's Dork Doll Rescue

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Cammy (Street Fighter) Weight Gain and Nerd TF

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Cammy's pursuit to save another Doll hits a snag when she gets hit with a mysterious dart. As her body degrades into an overweight, nerd, she has to learn to adapt to a new way of completing her mission.

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   Alarms blared throughout the Shadaloo base as a group of elite soldiers stormed the grounds. Though the troopers tried to hold them back, there was little they could do as the Delta Red force beat them down to take them into custody. While most of the team focused on securing the base, one member rushed ahead in search of something specific.

   Easily taking down one Shadaloo soldier after another, Cammy kept her bright, blue eyes open for any sign of her target. Her light outfit of a skintight, green leotard allowed her to effortlessly sprint through the halls at breakneck speed with her long braid of blonde hair flowing behind her. If she ran into any of the organization’s unruly troopers, the green boots on her feet and the red gauntlets on her hands aided her in swiftly dispatching them. As much as she would have liked to stay behind to secure the prisoners, she barely had time to fix her red beret before she dashed towards the innermost part of the base.

   Reaching the central laboratory, Cammy quickly punched in the code she had managed to interrogate out of one of the soldiers. As the door began to open, she braced herself for the worst that the shady organization could muster. She had gone up against her fellow Dolls before, but it was strange she had never heard of this one in particular. The woman’s name had only come up in top secret Shadaloo documentation. She had apparently been a Doll taken in by the group for a specific purpose relating to advanced genetics. Unsure of what that meant but unwilling to let another woman suffer at the hands of Bison, Cammy entered the room.

   “Obria where are you?” Cammy shouted out, desperate to find her fellow Doll. “My name is Cammy I’ve come to rescue you.”

   Unfortunately for her, she only found piles of scattered papers along the ground that showed signs of a struggle. Cursing herself for being too late, she was determined to search around for some sign of where Obria had been taken. Rummaging through the desks and computers, she eventually managed to find a device that looked like a small, metal box. Seeing Obria’s name printed across the side, she reached out to grab it. She was forced to step back as the device let out a small spark.

   “DNA match acceptable,” the device plainly stated. “Beginning gene splice procedure.”

   Confused by the machine’s words, Cammy watched as the box opened up a small hole. The sound of a trigger being pulled wasn’t nearly enough of a warning to allow her to avoid the dart that shot out of the device. The projectile hit its mark as it struck her arm to inject something into her veins. Grunting in pain and frustration, she yanked the dart out and felt herself become overcome by a dizzy sensation. Crumpling to the ground, her vision became hazy as her entire body was sapped of its strength.

   “Obria… I’m… sorry.” she said in a strained whisper moments before she fell unconscious.

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   Cammy awoke with a start only to be blinded by the light of fluorescent bulbs in the ceiling above. Slowly regaining her vision and getting a proper look at her surroundings, she realized that she was seated on a bed in a hospital room. Still a little on edge from the assault, she was only calmed down after seeing a familiar face.

   Just before she locked eyes with the mirror above the sink, she spotted him. Her commander, Keith sat nearby with her red beret clenched between his fingers. Typically the muscle bound man dressed in blue similar to Cammy’s was able to lead her with confidence. However, she could tell by the look on his scarred face that something was off.

   “What happened?,” Cammy asked, clenching her fingers around the blanket covering her up.

   “We found you on the floor of the lab,” Keith replied. “You were hit with a dart and injected with some kind of serum. Though your vitals are currently stable, we’re running tests to determine the side effects.”

   “What about Obria?”

   Keith gave a deep sigh. “Unfortunately, we weren’t able to find any sign of her.”

   “Then we can’t sit around here doing nothing,” Cammy said, trying to get out of bed.

   Cammy was stopped as her commander put his hand on her arm. “You just woke up. Do you really think you’re in any condition to continue the mission?”

   “What does that have to do with anything? The longer I wait here, the more that girl suffers at Shadaloo’s hands.” She tried to get up again, only for him to push her back down.

   “You need to take a moment to stop and analyze the situation. Especially since you got shot because you went ahead of everyone else. Acting recklessly will do more harm than good.”

   “You can scold me later,” Cammy replied, jerking her arm out of Keith’s grasp. “Physically, I feel fine. As long as I can fight, I’m not letting another Doll go through the same torment that I did.”

   Flinging off her sheets, Cammy snatched her beret from out of Keith’s fingers and began to walk off. As she continued to make her way towards the door, she couldn’t help feeling that something was off. It felt as if someone had strapped sacks of potatoes to her in her sleep. Unable to withstand the sensation any longer, she relented and stopped moving to see what was going on.

   Tilting  her head down, her eyes went wide as she spotted a sizable bulge of fat taking up the majority of her mid-section. A little further up, she could see the top part of her leotard stretched out by a set of breasts nearly double the size of her original.  Looking across her entire body revealed similar pockets of fat had formed around her limbs and along her butt to strain the fabric. Spotting a few loose strands of hair lining her upper calves, she turned towards her commander for answers.

   “We didn’t want to alarm you at first,” Keith explained, walking over to subtly block her path. “While you were asleep, we noticed your body start to change. No doubt it has something to do with whatever was in that dart. Before you go running off again, I must ask that you sit still for awhile for the results to come back.”

   Cammy furrowed her brow. “You can forget it. Like I said there’s no way I can just stay in bed while one of my sisters is in danger at the handsh of-“

   The sudden lisp made Cammy quickly shut her mouth. Making her way over to the sink mirror, she tried to find the source of the strange sound. The answer came in the form of seeing her front two teeth protruding out from beneath her top lip. Continuing to stare at her modified mouth, she watched Keith come up behind her.

   “Cammy, please,” he said, gesturing towards the bed, “take it easy for just a moment. Trust that your team is doing everything they can to track down the Doll.”

   “But I can’t jusht…”

   The lisp forced Cammy to relent. Accepting her commander’s orders, she returned to her bed and sat down. While he took his leave to give her some privacy, she continuously slid her tongue along her modified teeth.  Prodding the extra pudge that was around her body, she began to worry if this was just the beginning of her problems.

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   Waking up to the sound of the alarm she had set the night before, Cammy tossed off the sheets of her bed and tried to go through her standard morning routine. Swinging her legs over the side of the mattress, she grimaced at the feeling of the extra chub around her thighs that rubbed against her hospital gown. Working through the awkward feeling of the padding that continued to encase more of her body with each passing day, she instead set her mind to work trying to keep herself in peak condition for when she rejoined her team.

   Stretching out her arms, she leaned forward to try and touch her toes. This unfortunately forced her to stare down at the chubby belly that had taken the place of her once toned mid-section. Making matters worse was the feeling of small hair along her arms grazing the sizable lump around her waist. Just barely able to touch her feet past the pudgy gut stretching out her gown, she elected to move on to her next exercise.

   Laying down on the ground, Cammy attempted to work off her belly fat with a set of crunches. While this worked in theory, this position came at the cost of repeatedly pushing her face up against the added heft that had been layered around her chest. On more than one occasion, she pushed herself far enough to bury her chin in-between her cleavage. Powering through the strange sensation and the sight of her nipples showing through the fabric to get through her routine. Just as it appeared her tits were about to pop out of her clothing, she ended her set by letting out a deep exhale that whistled against her buck teeth.

   Standing back up, Cammy fixed her gown to conceal her chest and belly before proceeding. Putting her arms above her head, she started to do squats. Each time she got close to the ground, she could feel her thick rear push out just a little farther from the hem of her clothes. Feeling her soft butt cheeks jiggle with each repetition seemed like a plea from her modified form to stop. Ignoring her body’s complaints in favor of getting herself back in shape for the sake of Obria, she kept going until her set was finished.

   Standing straight up again, Cammy attempted to give her whole body a work out through a series of jumping jacks. Each leap into the air further distressed her gown as her pudgy form attempted to break free. The various pockets of fat clinging to her limbs and curves went wild each time she landed on the ground. Her belly lurched around constantly, adding to the strain of the sweat that began to roll across her skin. Working through her own exhaustion and uncomfortableness as her perspiration clung to the budding hairs in her armpits, she only stopped once she heard a knock on the door.

   “Who ish, I mean, is it?” Cammy called out.

   Entering the room, Keith shook his head as he looked upon Cammy’s state. “The doctors told you to take things easy.”

   “And you know full well that I washn’t, I mean, wasn’t going to listen,” Cammy replied as she resumed her exercise.

   “We’re still not sure what the full effects of that DNA cocktail that was shoved into you will do,” Keith commented. “More than likely, this is just the tip of the iceberg.”

   “I’ll worry about myself, after I save Obria,” Cammy replied, stretching out her leg on the bed; trying to ignore the short, coarse strands that had grown along her shins.

   “Which is why, against my better judgement, I’ve decided to give you something.”

   Reaching into his pocket, Keith pulled out a small box and held it out towards Cammy. Curious, she stopped her exercise to accept the gift. Acting cautiously due to her last encounter with a mystery box, she slowly opened it up to find a pair of glasses. Holding it up to her face, she grimaced at the thick lenses and wide, black rims.

   “Ish thish really necesshary?” Cammy asked, putting a few droplets of saliva on the lenses in the process.

   “The nurses told me about how you keep stumbling into things,” her commander explained. “These might help you with your vision.”

   “Absholutely not,” Cammy replied, placing the glasses back in their case. “I don’t intend to be shtuck like this forever.”

  Keith let out a sigh that could only be cultivated with years of working alongside Cammy. “You can say that all you want, but you’re going to need to be able to see. Especially, if you’re going out on our next mission.”

   A rare smile appeared on Cammy’s face, showing off her enlarged, front teeth. “You found her?”

   “We managed to get a lead,” Keith replied. “The information is pretty weak, but it’s the best we have. So, are you coming with us?”

   Opening up the case again, Cammy pulled out the glasses and balanced them on her nose. “How shoon, I mean, soon can we leave?” she asked, pushing up her spectacles to keep them in place.

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   Weeks spent bound to a hospital room had left Cammy more than ready to get back out onto the field. Riding in the seat of a helicopter with the rest of Delta Red, she kept her bespectacled eyes locked on to the base below. Though she had the goal of saving Obria keeping her mind focused on the task at hand, her comrades couldn’t help staring at her degraded state.

   Even after moving to a much larger version of her standard outfit, the green fabric stretched across her body did her no favors in hiding her ever prominent potbelly. Aside from leaving her sagging bosom’s cleavage on display, the top of her suit also let the group see the strands of wiry, blonde hair sticking out from beneath her arms. Her oily braid of blonde hair whipped around in the air as they approached the base, occasionally slapping against the chunky butt cheeks that she constantly had to reach into to rid herself of a wedgie. The troops quickly averted their gaze from the unsightly bulges of fat as Cammy turned to face them with her acne-riddled, chubby cheeks.

   “We should be shetting down in a few shecondsh,” Cammy said, her focus on the mission leaving her partially ignorant of her speech impediment. “Ish everyone prepared for the misshion?”

   Unsure of how to exactly respond, the troopers merely gave her a collection of thumbs up to go with their nervous smiles.

   “Then let’sh go shave my sishter,” Cammy proclaimed.

   As the helicopter touched down on in the center of the base, Cammy and the troops spread out to take on Shadaloo’s forces. Despite Cammy’s unassuming appearance, she still managed to hold her own against the soldiers. In fact, it was because of the way she looked that a few of her enemies hesitated just to figure out if what they were seeing was real. While it was an impressive sight seeing her chubby form go through her standard repertoire of spiral arrows and cannon spikes, it came at a great cost.

   By the time Cammy’s team cleared out the courtyard and made their way into the base proper, her pudgy form was already slick with sweat. Continuing to push herself forward, her mouth let out a constant wheezing noise as he gasped for breath. As the rest of the team hurried on ahead, she was forced to clutch onto a nearby wall to regain her stamina. Brushing the back of her hand against her forehead slathered it in a mix of sweat and grease that dripped along her face. Grimacing at the feeling of perspiration clinging to the various strands of hair lining her body, she regardless worked through her exhaustion to get herself moving again.

   By the time Cammy managed to catch up with the rest of the team, another fight had broken out in the main lab area. Peering through the chaos created from the various battles with the Shadaloo soldiers, she spotted the central computer. Moving as fast as her thick thighs would allow, she maneuvered through the battle to make her way over to the keyboard. Fingers moving at a breakneck speed, she raced to find any and all information pertaining to the missing Doll.

   Cammy hit a road block in the form of a prompt asking for her to put in a password. For a moment she considered searching the desks for a scrap of paper with the code written down or forcefully retrieving the information from one of the soldiers. Instead, something compelled her to continue typing. As if guided by a sort of instinct, she entered in the correct password in one attempt. Though this was concerning, she pushed the question of how she had accomplished the task aside in favor of accessing Shadaloo’s classified documents.

   The initial excitement that Cammy felt upon opening up the file with Obria’s name on it became weaker as she continued to read. At one point the Doll had been kept at this location, but Shadaloo had somehow gotten word of the impending attack. Hissing in frustration upon reading about how they were constantly moving Obria around to avoid detection, she continued letting her fingers type away at the keyboard with the hopes of finding a lead.

   It was due to Cammy’s intense focus on the screen that she was unable to stop a Shadaloo soldier from grabbing her arm and tossing her to the ground. Cushioned from the blow by her excess weight, she turned herself over to see the brute making his way towards her. Before she could attempt to fight back, she was kept in place by him stomping his foot into her gut. The soldier let out a maniacal laugh at the whistling noise that was produced from Cammy’s breath being knocked out of her. Just as the soldier prepared to repeat the process, Keith came rushing in to send him flying with a kick to the face.

   “Are you alright?” Keith asked, holding a hand out towards her.

   “Yesh,” Cammy replied, accepting his help while the rest of her team restrained the rest of the soldiers.

   “What’s going on? You’re usually more perceptive on the battlefield.”

   “I’m shorry, I got a little distracted.” Staggering to her feet, Cammy made her way over to the computer once more. “It looksh like they’re moving Obria around to different Shadaloo shtrsongholdsh.”

   Keith paused for a moment. “What did you say?”

   “Shorry, I meant to shay that they keep moving her between bashes.”

   Though it took a moment for Keith to interpret her speech impediment, he eventually figured it out and gave her a nod of approval. “Great work. We’ll pass this along to command and prepare for our next infiltration. For now, let’s get the prisoners out and head back to base.”

   “Wait, I need jusht a bit more time,” Cammy said, continuing to poke at the keyboard. “I want to make shure I have thish right. Shouldn’t take me more than a few minutesh. ”

   “Affirmative, we’ll cover you,” Keith said, leaving Cammy to her work to rejoin the rest of the team and secure the area.

   While Cammy had been telling the truth about trying to find more information, she had another reason for staying at the computer. Her body still shuddered from the after effects of her assailant’s attack. She couldn’t stop internally scolding herself for being so distracted from her surroundings. Taking a moment to wipe the sweat from her brow and pull her leotard out from between her butt cheeks, she swore to herself she would improve for the sake of the mission.

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   A familiar scene appeared on the horizon as the helicopter swiftly flew towards the Shadaloo base with Cammy and the rest of Delta Red in tow. Understandable considering that this would be their fifth attempt to find Obria, her former vigor had severely diminished. Her usual eagerness to accomplish her mission was nowhere to be seen as she kept to herself on the opposite side of the helicopter. The other soldiers in the air craft were wise not to bring up her dour mood, nor the various body issues that had contributed to her down spiral.

   Three months had passed since that fateful day with the dart and Cammy was nearly unrecognizable. She had easily tripled in size thanks to the multiple layers of blubber that encased her form. The most prominent pocket of fat was her pudgy belly that peeked out the sides of her outfit. Her bulge’s girth stretched out her leotard to show off her numerous fat rolls, her deep belly button, and the coarse blonde hairs that were scattered across the doughy orb.

   Trying to hold back her dread of what was to come, Cammy used her thick fingers to tug at the fabric of her outfit to try and regain a semblance of comfort. Just as she managed to find some relief, she was stopped by the sight of the drooping, melon-sized meat sacks that were her tits getting dangerously close to popping the leotard apart. Relenting to let the fabric resume tightly hugging her bosom and creating an unflattering outline of her nipples, she winced at the feeling of her arms pressing in against her thick bushels of armpit hair.

   As the helicopter grew closer to the base and the sound of alarms started to ring, Cammy couldn’t stop herself from squirming in her seat. While part of this was due to her own growing anxiety, the main reason was her leotard further tormenting her by sliding deep between her chunky ass cheeks. Feeling the material rub up against her thick thighs, she began to reach out to fix herself. She stopped as her fingers grazed against the strands of hair that had grown out from her crotch to spread along her foopah and join the patches lining her stomach.

   Hoping to momentarily settle her mind, Cammy plucked the gasses from off of her face to begin cleaning them with a rag. This inadvertently gave her a hazy reflection of her chubby cheeks lined with a plethora of pimples. She was able to ignore her oily locks of hair peeking out from beneath her beret thanks to a more noticeable issue. Daring to open up her mouth forced her to glance at the metal links making up the braces that had been put on her in an attempt to reign in her buckteeth. Bemoaning the fact that the braces only seemed to aid in worsening her lisp, she placed the glasses back onto her face right before the helicopter made its landing.

   As the team touched down, Cammy’s comrades leapt out of their seats to begin engaging with the enemy. She attempted to follow, but her graceful jump turned into a pratfall as she fell onto the ground. Begrudgingly thankful of her plush form’s ability to soften her landings, she staggered to her feet and got moving. Forcing herself to accept that her team mates had the courtyard secured, she did her best to sneak into the main facility.

   Any attempts at being stealthy were hindered thanks to the constant wheezing that afflicted Cammy as she ran through the metal halls. After only a few minutes of walking her body shone with a layer of perspiration and grease that further hindered her movements. On multiple occasions she had to stop to either catch her breath or wipe her brow clean of sweat. Luckily enough for her, most of the Shadaloo soldiers were too preoccupied with the blaring alarms and the forces outside to find her. Hoping her fortune would last long enough for her to find the central database, she sent herself into a sprinting fit that forced her to endure the sensation of her thighs chafing together and her curves shaking like gelatin.

   Just as the last of Cammy’s stamina was about to give out, she found the door to the central laboratory. The run itself may have drained her, but she found decoding the keypad at the entrance to be like child’s play. Over the course of her body’s transformation performing these technical tasks had become easier. As satisfying as it was to type in the right code to gain access to the inner lab, there was little that her decrypting skills to do to help as she spotted three Shadaloo soldiers waiting inside.

   “What the hell are you doing here?” asked one of the soldiers.

   Seeing the computer behind the enemies, Cammy reminded herself why she was there. “M-my name ish Cammy,” she said, her body shaking as she made a poor attempt to assume her usual battle position. “Your time of making people shuffer at your handsh will end here and-“

   Cammy was interrupted by the group of soldiers bursting out into laughter. The constant chuckling made her tremble even more as she realized how ridiculous she must appear. Sucking in air to try and compose herself, she stepped into the room.

   “Stop right there, nerd,” one of the soldiers spoke up. “Or else we’ll have to make you even uglier.”

   “T-there’sh no way I’m backing down,” Cammy said, continuing to shuffle into the room. “I’ve come to shave my-“

   “Pits?” one of the soldiers interrupted.

   “No, no, it’s got to be those tree trunks she calls legs.”

   “Obviously its that peach fuzz around that enormous gut of hers.”

   “Shut up!” Cammy shouted, not helping matters as she splattered spit across the floor. “I’m taking you down sho you better-“

   Cammy froze as all three of the men came charging towards her. In the past, her instincts would have kicked in to get her body out of the way and perform a counter attack. However, her current state of low energy and even less dexterity demanded she stop to consider every option available to her before even moving a finger. While she eventually did come to a solution, it came half a second too late to avoid getting knocked to the ground by the group of soldiers.

   Falling to the floor yet again, Cammy was left in a blurry haze as her glasses fell off her face. Getting on her hands and knees, she blindly crawled around in search of her lost lenses. She stopped as she heard fabric begin to tear apart. While she still couldn’t see much, she could certainly feel the part of her pudgy belly hanging out from the holes in her leotard. Gaze drawn upwards by a collection of maniacal laughs, she could see the vague visage of the soldiers looming over her. Watching one of them reel back his fist, she braced herself for the impact.

   Just before the soldier could swing, something zoomed through the air to knock him off his feet. Caught in the confusion, the other two men followed the same fate as two more projectiles hit them square in their chests. Shuffling her body away from the unconscious soldiers, Cammy spotted a blurry figure wearing green camo with their blonde hair in the shape of a flat top. As the person handed her the cracked glasses, she put the lenses back on to confirm that it was Guile right before he reached out to help her to her feet.

   “Are you alright?” Guile asked as she wobbled back and forth to regain her balance.

   “A few bruishesh here and there, but I should be fine,” Cammy replied, doing her best to stuff her unruly locks of hair back beneath her beret.

   Guile couldn’t help but grimace at the way Cammy’s flab jiggled as she took a step towards the computer. “I heard from your commander about your condition, but I didn’t realize it was this bad. You used to be able to take out enemies like that without any trouble.”

   “I’m shorry,” Cammy said, grasping at her braid of unkempt hair to twirl it between her fingers. “It’sh jusht sho hard to fight in the heat of thingsh. My mind keepsh overthinking every move I make.”

   Walking up to Cammy, Guile put his hand on her shoulder. “I think it would be best that you find a safe place to hide until we finish this operation.”

   “But I-“

   “No,” Guile said with a wave of his hand. “Not only would you be endangering yourself, but you would be putting your comrades at risk. Do you understand?”

   As much as Cammy wanted to argue, another glance at the fat rolls sticking out of her leotard ended any chance of denying Guile’s order. “Yesh, shir,” Cammy said, shuffling her feet along the ground as she followed him away from the lab.

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   Having heard the news from Guile, Chun-li made her way towards the dormitories of the Delta Red headquarters. The soldiers momentarily stopped what they were doing to glance at the woman adorned with a blue cheongsam dress, spiked bracelets on her arms, and white buns in her black hair, only to get back to work for fear of being scolded by the commander. Taking her time making her way to a solitary room in the living area, Chun-li tried to brace herself for what she was about to see. However, there was nothing that could prepare her for the moment she opened the door to witness the sorry state of her friend first hand.

   Chun-li found Cammy seated at a desk with only the light of a computer screen illuminating her body. The sudden intrusion caused the blonde haired woman to quickly turn in her seat. In her haste, Cammy ended up falling to the floor with a thud and leaving her entire figure on display.

   Somehow in the midst of the chaotic tumble, the extra-large, green shirt Cammy was wearing had pulled itself up to leave her fat, hair-riddled belly on display. Chun-li was given more than enough time to gawk at her companion’s thick thighs and the pubic hair sticking out from her underwear before Cammy was able to cover up her top again. Upon putting the shirt in the right position to hide as much of her hairy pits and meaty breasts as possible, Cammy realized she was missing something. Getting down on all fours, Cammy scrambled to find her lost glasses, inadvertently shaking her fat ass cheeks in front of Chun-li.

   In an effort to assist her friend, Chun-li slid her hand along the wall to turn on the overhead lights. The fluorescent bulbs momentarily blinded Cammy, forcing her to clasp her fingers across the acne along her cheeks. Blinking to regain her sight, she managed to locate and grasp her glasses between her fingers. Brushing her long locks of oily, blonde hair out of her face, she placed the wide lenses atop her nose. Turning to see her savior, Cammy showed the metal wrapped around her buck teeth in a gasp of shock as she realized that Chun-li had seen everything and then some of her bizarre appearance.

   “W-why didn’t you knock firsht?” Cammy asked, her entire body trembling as she stood up to get back in her chair.

   “Because I know you wouldn’t answer,” Chun-li answered. “I was told you’ve been ignoring anyone that asks to come in.”

   “That wash becaushe I wanted privacy,” Cammy replied, trying to control her shaking by placing her hands on her legs, but to no avail.

   “Then why did you leave the door unlocked?”

   Cammy paused for a moment to allow her brain to come up with an answer. “I shometimesh get too focushed on one thing,” she said as her fingers rubbed her hair. “I musht have forgotten to lock it after I lasht shtepped out to pick up the food they leave outshide my room.”

   “Alright then. What’s this one thing that’s been demanding all of your attention?”

   A slight smile showed on Cammy’s face as she gestured for Chun-li to join her at the desk. Rapidly tapping her pudgy fingers along the keyboard, Cammy pulled up a specific folder. Scrolling through the documents at a breakneck speed, she eventually stopped on a file concerning the missing Doll.

   “Shadaloo hash been moving Obria around conshtantly to avoid detection,” Cammy explained, taking a moment to wipe the splatter of spit from her screen. “During each of our reshcue attemptsh, they sheemed to be one shetp ahead of ush. If I can figure out their pattern, then shaving her should be a shimple matter.”

   Chun-li tilted her head. “Shaving her?” she asked, unable to stop her eyes from momentarily drifting towards the various strands of hair dotting Cammy’s body.

   “I mean reshcue,” Cammy clarified. “I’m shorry, I can’t control my shpeech impediment. It’sh jusht another part of his accurshed body.”

   “That’s what I’ve heard,” Chun-li begrudgingly agreed. “Your team told me how you’ve been barred from going on missions.”

   Cammy turned away from Chun-li to avert her gaze. “It’sh for the besht. I would only get in the way. Thish body is completely ushelessh on the battlefield. Ash much ash I want to help with the reshcue effortsh, I would jusht be a liability to my shquad.” Sucking in air, she tried to hold back her depressive state, but could not prevent tears from leaking down her chubby cheeks. “I’m better off shtaying here where I can’t bother anyone.”

   “Cammy,” Chun-li said, stepping forward to place her hand on her shoulder, “it doesn’t have to be this way.”

   “Yesh, it doesh,” Cammy refuted, wiping the tears back from her eyes. “You’ve read the reportsh about what this dumpy body ish capable of. Thingsh that ushed to be shecond nature to me keep getting obshcured by my brain over analyzing absholutely everything. By the time my mind shettles on what to do, the enemy hash already taken me down shix timesh over.”

   “That’s not your fault,” Chun-li explained. “It’s whatever was in that dart that’s doing this to you.”

   “Yeah, the dart I got hit by becaushe I rushed ahead of the resht of my team. Even if I’m shtuck with this form, that shtill doeshn’t make up for the fact that I’ve failed in shaving-I mean, reshcuing my shishter.”

   Chun-li paused for a moment, with only the noise of Cammy’s sobs and snorts to fill the air. Looking between the sorry state of her companion and the computer screen, she wracked her brain trying to figure out a solution. What she came up with took a bit of convincing to get through to Cammy before she regained a semblance of her former vigor.

   “Do you sherioushly think that will work?” Cammy asked.

   “It will,” Chun-li said, clasping her hands around Cammy’s. “I’m sure of it.”

   For the first time in a while, Cammy bared her teeth in a wide smile. “Then let’sh get to it.”

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   This was it. After months of tracking Shadaloo movements and decoding their messages, Delta Red had found their mark. While the most obvious way to infiltrate the base was from the air, they didn’t want to give away their position at the risk of giving the base time to stow away the Doll again. They instead turned towards a small caravan of transport vehicles that barreled down the road towards the base. While three of the trucks were tasked with barging through the front gates to start the attack, the final one parked just out of sight of the soldiers in order to give their ace the distance she would need.

   Seated in the back of the surveillance vehicle, Cammy took comfort in the glow of the multiple screens in front of her. The monitors shined their light upon the green coat that had been specifically made to fit Cammy’s lumpy body. Even still, the golden buttons along the front struggled to keep her blubbery belly at bay, with a few of the strands lining her doughy gut peek out. A carefully placed, yellow tie did the job of covering up the cleavage of her meaty breasts while also absorbing the occasional drops of spit that leaked from her mouth. Though the skirt around her thick waist didn’t completely obscure her set of chubby butt cheeks, they did provide the comfort she needed to focus on the task at hand.

   Cammy’s pudgy fingers continued to tap away at the keyboard, only moving away to fix her glasses or scratch at her sweaty pits to deal with the coarse thicket of strands lurking within. Showing off her buck teeth in a wide grin, she stomped her thick legs around in excitement for what she was looking for. Pushing stray strands of her hair back into her beret, she began to speak through the communicator to reach her comrades.

   “If my calculationsh are correct,” Cammy began, wiping the spit from her mouth with her tie, “you should be able to shurround the troopers before they can accessh the eshcape route.”

   “Roger that.”

   “Shigma team, do you have vishualsh on the target?”

   “Yes, we’ve repelled the enemy forces and have arrived at the inner labs. We’re already preparing the charges to blow through the door.”

   “That won’t be necceshary,” Cammy said, taking a moment to wipe the grease from her pimply face. “You should be able to get in with the code: 060223.”

   “Typing in now… got it! We’re inside. Securing the subject now.”

   “Shpectacular!” Cammy exclaimed. “Bring her to the shafe zone for pick up.”

   “Roger that, we will begin moving immediately to the… Hold on. Can you say that again miss? I couldn’t understand you.”

   The slight pause was enough to make Cammy squirm. Fearing the worst, she went back to her bad habit of twisting her fingers through her hair to further mess up the unkempt locks. She only dared to breath again when the soldier spoke up.

   “Actually , it appears that the target wishes to see you in-person first.”

   “Why’sh that?”

   “I think you’ll understand when you see her.”

   Waiting until the Shadaloo troopers had been neutralized, Cammy peeked her head out of the back of her mobile command center. Shuffling into the courtyard with her bespectacled eyes open for danger, she ignored the strange stares her figure got as she made her way into the base. Though a few of the restrained Shadaloo soldiers were able to shout out less than pleasant remarks about the way she looked, they were ignored due to her mind focusing on seeing the results of her hard work. Spotting the Delta Red team making their way towards her, she worked through the feeling of her thighs rubbing against one another to hasten her pace. With a collection of wheezing breaths blowing past her teeth, she only came to a stop once she spotted Obria.

   Like many of the other Dolls that had been in Shadaloo’s clutches, Obria was dressed in a black, full body suit complete with a small hat on her head, black boots, and red gauntlets. The tight material left little to the imagination when it came to the woman’s pudgy belly and set of sagging breasts. Taking a moment to remove the wedgie from her thick backside, Obria stepped towards Cammy. As the two of them got in close, they each took a moment to adjust their glasses. Aside from the Doll’s head of short, mangy, black hair, she seemed to have the exact same pudgy cheeks and acne riddled face as Cammy.

   “I shee my DNA shplicer was a shuccessh,” Obria commented with a pleased smile. “Not that I doubted my abilitiesh for a shecond.”

   “Wait, thish wash all your doing?” Cammy asked gesturing towards her own body.

   “Correct,” Obria replied with a nudge of her glasses. “I wash aware of Shadaloo’sh effortsh to hide my location in an effort to prevent my reshcue. The only way I could think of to shave myshelf was to have shomeone of a shimilar mindshet as myself trying to find me.” Taking another step forward, she wrapped her pudgy limbs around Cammy. “Thank you sho much.”

   “Jusht doing my besht for my fellow shisther,” Cammy replied, reciprocating the embrace. “If you don’t mind me ashking, how long should thish lasht?”

   “About ash long ash it takesh for two geniushesh like ush to make a cure,” Obria replied, backing away to fix her glasses. “I take it you have more shuitable materialsh to conduct proper research at your base?”

   “And then shome,” Cammy replied, walking alongside her fellow Doll, looking as if they were a pair of long lost twins. This had the expected results of more of her team staring at them to gawk at their awkward appearance, but that didn’t matter. At that moment, all that their minds could focus on was the feeling of relief they felt leaving the Shadaloo base with one another.