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AA-12 Eclair (collab) + Story Done
🕑 Added 2023-03-19 09:33:55 +0000 UTCThanks for the Waiting everyone! here are the next sequel from the previous Story.
In case you not read the previous story : P22,M37,ZB-26
AA-12 crept into the warehouse, the humming of machinery creating a soft static in the quiet building. The distress call was coming from this room, she was sure of it. Rounding the corner, she gasped in shock, greeted by two enormous spheres, hoses snaking from their tops. One was covered in a sticky layer of cream, the other in a thick coating of fudge. Both smelled incredibly delicious. AA-12 stared at the massive orbs, trying to process exactly what she was looking at. The signal was emanating from them, but she found it hard to believe that they were T-dolls. Walking forward, she gently pressed a hand into the chocolate sphere. There was a barely audible moan of discomfort as her hand sunk into the soft mass.
“Who the hell did this?” She murmured anxiously. “ZB and M37 are huge… how is this even possible?”
“Impressed by my collection?” A voice made her turn around in surprise. “I’m glad, because you’re about to become part of it!”
Before AA-12 could react, multiple robotic tentacles shot out from the floor, pinning her arms and legs in place. P22 walked out of the darkness dramatically, a smile on her chubby face.
“You?!” AA-12 said angrily, thrashing against the arms. “What’s wrong with you?! I should-mmph!”
P22 pinched AA-12’s nose, forcing her to open her mouth. Once she did, she jammed a thick hose jammed itself into her mouth, straps wrapping around her head and securing themselves in place. The other end of the hose was connected to M37’s titanic tits, the cream-filled boobs already starting to spray gallons of cream. The arms released her, but she found herself leashed by the hose stuck in her mouth.
“Let’s cut to the fun part, shall we?” P22 smiled and flicked a lever, causing the hoses connected to the cream-covered sphere to vibrate..
AA-12 attempted to yank the hose from her mouth, but the straps held tight, and she was unable to stop the oncoming rush of filling. Within seconds, her belly had already started to bloat out, gurgling loudly as the thick cream flowed down her throat. Moaning with panic, her arms rubbed her swelling form, her fingers sinking deep into her bulging gut. Despite herself, she couldn’t help but moan at the deliciously sweet taste of the fluid, almost gulping it down of her own accord.
Her thighs and ass quickly began to pack on pound after pound, the fattening mixture making her larger than P22 in the blink of an eye. Gurgles and sloshes sounded from her inflating belly, her body barely able to process the endless amount of filling. Her thigh-highs stretched dangerously tight over her massive ham-like legs, her shorts quickly losing their ability to contain her expanding rear. Within only a couple minutes, she had gained nearly half a ton, and she wasn’t anywhere close to being done yet. Her clothing began to tear off loudly, rolls of pale white flesh oozing out of the gaps. The twin peaks of her breasts pushed against her tight shirt, her side-boobs beginning to slip out from the armholes.
The T-doll moaned helplessly, watching in horror as her body was transformed into a bloated, doughy mass. Her arms and legs waved about uselessly, turning into blobby rolls of fat stuck to her growing belly. With a whimper, she felt her belly touch the ground, the immensely fat mass squishy softly against the cold surface. Her body rolled over the floor like a massive pancake baking on a skillet, her cheeks bloating out from the constant pressure. P22 smiled and kneaded AA-12’s belly firmly, rolling and pinching thick handfuls of squishy fat in her hands. The bloated girl wriggled and groaned in protest, whining feebly as her gargantuan body was toyed with.
Her legs finally gave out, sending her crashing to her blubbery rump and leaving her wobbling like a fat blob of gelatin. Fat arms wiggled worthlessly, the rolls of lard rendering them merely vestigial reminders of what she had once been. Her gigantic breasts spilled from her ruined shirt, nipples leaking thick globs of cream. Her obese cheeks pressed up into her eyes, forcing her to squint as more and more of the fattening mixtures was injected into her body.
There was a small gurgling noise as AA-12 sucked down the last of the cream filling, a small moan escaping from her lips. Now properly fattened, the machinery began to connect the tubes attached to ZB’s breasts. Another nozzle was jammed into her mouth, and a set of pumps began to draw chocolate from the massive bonbon, the churning machines sending it into the wobbling blob. She moaned happily, slurping greedily at the flow of decadence. Her body began to tighten from the thick filling, her stretchy mass being pumped to its limits. The swelling girl moaned again, her mind beginning to become overwhelmed by the sensations bombarding her. She hardly resisted the flow of fudge, its sugary flavor slowly winning her over.
P22 climbed atop AA-12’s expanding stomach, her hefty weight leaving a large indent in the soft, creamy mass. The swelling girl blushed from the sudden pressure, dribbles of cream leaking from her plump nipples as she suckled on the hose. P22 squeezed the ocean of blubber like a cat, snuggling into the growing T-doll happily. The swelling shotgun hardly paid her any mind, now completely focused on guzzling down the deliciously sweet chocolate.
AA-12’s appendages began to recede into her body, the fat blobs tightening and slowly pulling in her chubby hands and feet. Her face was calm and uncaring, her glazed eyes lost in a world of sweetness. P22 continued to caress and fondle the tightening blob, pushing into her skin to feel her capacity. The T-doll’s cheeks jiggled and swelled as she greedily drank the rich river of cocoa. Finally, the machines decided she’d been properly filled, detaching the hose. AA-12 let out a whine, complaining over having her addiction taken from her. P22 slid off the thirty-foot butter-ball, allowing the next set of devices to continue their work.
A series of nozzles moved slowly over the moaning balloon, dispensing a thick layer of chocolate frosting atop the immobile blimp. She grinned with excitement, then her face was submerged underneath a heavy coating of the delicious frosting. It quickly began to harden, stopping halfway down the pastry. A large spatula gently scraped up the massive dessert, sliding it onto a large silver platter. More machines squirted dollops of whipped cream atop her nipples and belly-button, placing cherries on each one of them. A line of the fluffy cream was sprayed along her base, firmly gluing her in place. The platter was slid in between the two other spheres, the three of them sitting silently in the warehouse.
“One left to go…” P22 waddled off, eager to begin the final act of her villainous scheme.
