Kancolle WG - Aircraft Carrier Princess - 01

Death did not come easy to ship girls.

Beneath icy waves, in the darkness deeper than the void between stars, they would awaken.

Bodies made whole once more, save for their bleached white skin and hair would be collected by the abyssal army which dredged the ocean floor for bodies of the fallen. They would be taken to the great machine where they would be strapped in and prepared for their transformation.

"Please...don't do this to me..."

Some of the fallen yet still drew enough strength to send a soulful plea from the depths of their former selves, but this was often short lived once the pumps started flowing. Stripped of their tattered uniforms, the ship girl would be loaded up onto what appeared to be a rusted bicycle seat, fashioned from the junk which humans have thrown out over the centuries. An iron corset would be slung around their lithe frames, each several sizes to big for them with several long needles etched into the clasps overlooking their breasts and belly in particular. 

"W-what's happening?"

The roar of grinding cog teeth whirring in the darkness would speed the ship girl's tattered body forward. Out of the inky blackness, a piercing red glow would irradiate her down to the very core and fill her mind with new purpose and memories. 

Gone were her days of hard training and sworn oaths to her admiral, replaced instead by a primal hunger and a desire to feed. The hunger ate away at her loyalties and friendships, consuming everything to wipe her mind clean with only the intention of consuming further still. Her belly rumbled loudly as the great machine jostled further down the chain of command and towards her next station.

The next stop had a mechanical servitor which cleanly and efficiently urged her mouth to open. The hunger welled within her but no matter how hard she tried, her jaw would simply not open far enough to receive the nourishment her body expected. Much to her surprise, the mouth which the machine was more interested in was the one that had been installed into the mechanical seat she road upon, with large gnashing teeth that smiled in the darkness.

For her upper lips however, an oily, greasy mixture poured into her open mouth and made its way down her throat. It sated the hunger for but a moment, followed swiftly by her desire to feed. Her inner greed and gluttony were being stoked, her former restraint and decorum burned away beneath the life giving tube that was introduced into the depths of her growing belly. 

The sheer force with which the pipe as thrust into her mouth changed her from the inside out, altering her vocal chords so the next time she spoke, her voice would sing with a synthetic hum to it. Her garbled cries were quickly drowned out as she could not scream and suckle the fattening mix at the same time. Opting to silence herself in favor of quenching the endless hunger, she allowed herself to simply drink.

The machine could tell that its target had grown complacent and increased the flow. Almost instantly, the surge of crude oil flowing into her turned her small belly into a full blown gut. Years of training exercises were melted away bit by bit. Rolls formed upon rolls as her body was shaped to hold the many heavy armaments she would soon bare for the rest of her days.

Fear would turn to excitement as she marveled at the changes to her body. Along with her enormous belly, her ass stuck out further and further, with her seat growing to match her expanding girth. Her pale thighs became thick and womanly as a set of thick, armored stockings enclosed around them.

The needles around her corset dug into her growing flesh, triggering even more chemicals to be pumped into her at a rapid rate. Her waistline continued to rapidly thicken as her breasts emerged from their latent growth and surged out and over the top of them. They became swollen and heavy as they pulsed as the last of her ship girl soul was diluted over and over again, forcing her to collapse atop her seat which had graciously extended out before her.

Once toned and sculpted arms became huggable and plush. Soft curves adorned her figure, making her more and more into an extremely voluptuously and clearly beached whale, ready to host the array of aircraft which were spawning within her second, rabid maw. 

The corset was removed, allowing inches of new, soft, jiggling fat to flop out to where it wished to sag; a move which caused her belly to ache with hunger. Much to her delight, several more metalic claws would descend from unseen heights to host both her lower and upper lips with additional tubes which served to plump her up even faster than before. Whatever she was being filled with wasn't making her any fuller, but only fatter by the second as she started to look less and less like a warrior and more and more like a love doll abomination which had too many thrusts of the pump.

Resistance was futile as her mind contemplated just how much more the abyssal fleet were going to change her. It swam with possibilities as the conveyor belt moved once again to take her to the final room.