Iku and Kubo WG - Kancolle - 02 (END)

The admiral awoke to her breasts being fondled by Iku. It was her favourite way to wake up. Bleary eyed, she searched for the former abyssal who had shared their bed the night before.

“Kuubo’s up making breakfast for both of us,” Iku purred. The rolls of fat which adorned her body felt heavenly against every inch of skin she brushed up against. The sheer size difference between the two women reflected just how large and soft her forearms were, even thicker around than her lover’s own thighs.

With much effort, the admiral heaved her enormous sub off the bed and weighed her. She was well over a quarter of a ton, an enormous blubbery ball of a woman who packed her weight almost entirely into her chest. The admiral felt her throat rasp for the sweet taste of her milky nectar, which Iku was all too kind to oblige.

Suckling on those gigantic breasts would have quite the opposite effect on the lady admiral’s appetite as she found everything she ate with her girls to be even tastier. Breakfast would not last long enough for any of them of course as duty did call in between meals. Even while sitting at her desk, she would long for another taste of Iku’s round and perfect boobs as she longed for yet another drink. Nothing she had to that point could even come close to equalling the sweet ambrosia she yearned to flow into her, making her bigger, stronger and more bold.

Their admiral knew what she wanted and set her plan into motion to take it.

The days turned into months and all three girls continued to grow larger and fatter by the day. By the time the admiral had put on another hundred pounds or so, Iku had matched her and then some. Kubo could barely keep up with their twin appetites as they gorged themselves at the expense of their adopted feeder, allowing more time for Iku’s breasts to grow weighty and hefty with glistening new fat.

Nearly half a year later and she had them where she wanted them; the admiral’s own obesity cresting over the three hundred pound mark and beyond that point of no return. She beckoned the two girls into her office under the cover of night.

“I have a surprise for you two,” She said with a happy smile as she took the two girls by the hand. She ordered them to strip down to their panties which they dutifully obeyed. Next, she ordered them on their knees, allowing their fat bellies to graze the floor of her office as they spilled over their thighs. The admiral inspected their new rolls and folds as she encircled them like a hungry shark.

“I have decided that I like you girls getting fat and my own body growing alongside the both of yours. The fatter I become, the fatter I want you to become as well.”

Both Iku and Kubo shivered as she turned sideways, her entire body shaking for a few seconds as she unbuttoned her too tight uniform. They marveled at the deep rolls and folds of the fat on her back and the jiggling mass which her ass and thighs had become. Her breasts had also grown spectacularly to the same size as their own and hung down over her enormous apron of a belly.

Before either of them could speak, she expertly popped a nipple into their awe struck mouths. Much to their surprise, both girls found themselves gulping down warm, sweet, creamy milk just like their own.

“Your new official orders are to retire from the battlefield and to become my personal playthings. I intend to keep you growing fatter and fatter alongside me, quite possibly until we fill up this entire office. What do you think of that?

Both girls reluctantly released their plump lips from her chest and looked deep into her eyes, adoringly. As one, they simply asked when dinner would be served and agreed to consume whatever their admiral wished for them to eat. They were consumed by hunger, but a hunger of a different sort.

The admiral simply smiled as she forcefully pressed their faces into her chest as she felt her breasts swell with milk at the very thought of what every mouthful would do to their bodies as more time came to pass.