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I wonder if I should add Bon...she *is* next-level cute...
Summer bug
the place was swarmed
"Lot of things have changed from ah...that place yer from. S'cut off, right? So it's like me not knowin' what a missile was n' gettin' smacked with quite a few 'fore I started shootin' them down! What makes me up is from the last era of gunships n' torpedoes, none of this fancy junk. They found out if you shape it right and it's thin enough, metal floats." Her fat face broke out into a toothy grin as she rolled over to face her mermaid friend, tubby hands rubbing together as the devilish plot formed. If there was one thing a Re-class was good at, it was thinking on the fly, and when it came to feeding her massive self, none were more motivated than Rei. "Don't worry~ I got a wonderful little idea..." - - - - - For the fishermen, it had been a normal day. The trawling crane was out, dredging its net through the waters below for a piscine bounty, and picture-perfect weather with not a cloud in the sky. A deckmate, peering out over the ocean as the ship gently bobbed along, spent a few moments admiring the glistening waters before turning back to his work. His attention was ripped away from his task as he caught sight of some black and pale mass out of the corner of his eye, only for the ripples of the ocean's surface to greet him. He briefly wondered if there'd been an orca pod sighting somewhere, though a sinking feeling in his gut told him otherwise. Something else lurked beneath the water, angling for their rigging, and as he peeked over the ship's railing- "Hey! Enough sightseeing already, we're about to pull the catch in." The call of the foreman banished the thoughts almost immediately. As long as whatever it was didn't bother the boat, it was fine. If it was Abyssal-related, the local naval port could easily dispatch a few Kanmusu to deal with whatever it was. On the far side of the deck near the bridge, the rigging operator started up the winch and the boat lurched ever so slightly, the sure sign of a fine dredge. Then the winch seized. Their vessel lurched heavily to port, much more than usual. These things happened-all they would need to do is pay out some line, it probably got snagged on a rock somewhere. A bell mounted to the rigging mast clattered as the ship sagged again, the list obvious to all those on the deck as loose gear began to slide away. The net line was drawn taut, the crane arm bending slightly as something massive kept the net pinned. Panic set in among the crew, but even as the winch payed out more line for life-saving slack, the list worsened, sending buckets and tackle over the edge and into the drink. The deckmate let himself slide to the railing and peered over the edge once more, trying to see what manner of sea beast could manage to bring their fine ship to its knees- A ghastly, wolfish grin; glowing eyes peering over cheeks round as melons but pale as death; a cloak of darkness trying in vain to cover the swollen, blubberous bulk hanging from the net's line; and a monstrous tail almost unbelievably thick, its plated head swinging around as best as it could with a trio of cannon turrets. He stared in shock as the behemothic anomaly heaved herself downward below the surface and the boat groaned in agony, this strange beast taxing its rigging to the limits as it slipped even further into its dangerous list. "Now that I got yer attention, fine gentlemen...how about we cut a deal?" the monster gurgled, her grin never leaving the huge cheeks that spilled from her hood. - - - - - - - "A little scare goes a long way, wouldn'tcha say? Got ourselves a lovely feast for our trouble!" Rei cheered, showing off the great armful of salmon she'd managed to score for them. Having decided to swim a bit closer to the river mouth as the trawler packed up and puttered away from the pair of aquatic lasses, Rei offered the bounty to Wakasagahime first, practically beaming at her mischief. "Princess gets first pick!"
"Simply wondrous, mayst thou live for a myriad my Friend!"
Wakasagihime, for her trouble, had assisted by collecting a few bits and bobs that had fallen off the ship. Atop her head sat a yellow plastic bucket, which she had taken quite a liking to its light and shiny nature. Perhaps the princess was the only one who could make a bucket on the head look somewhat elegant. Emphasis on somewhat. Her pockets, or more accurately her sleeves which function as pockets in these kinds of traditional dresses, are now full of the shiny tackle bits that she'll hoard somewhere later.
"It seemeth to me that the men of this realm are Weake and Effeminate milksops. How come they don't carry arms and surrendereth so easily? Quite foolish, verily, but it proveth our Fortune. The kind of Fortune that maketh a lady most lickerish."
What fortune it was, an armful of salmon! At least for the standards of a lady who had to run around all day to catch a few, to see so much of them at once... Truly, it was a feast fit for His Imperial Majesty, if His Imperial Majesty was a fish.
"Let us see, let us see..."
Wakasagihime had the sort of ravenous expression that betrayed the fact that she'd have all the salmon for herself if permitted. It made taking a pick hard... but eventually she found the plumpest among the fish and stuffed them into her second bucket. Yes, she was wearing two buckets all along, for a mere one bucket is not suitable for a princess.
Aumf! "Mm, how gusty!"
Normally, a woman biting into a raw fish would look quite disgusting. It still kind of does, what with the blood and entrails and other things that need not be mentioned in detail, but at least it's kind of adorable when it's Wakasagihime doing it. She closes her eyes in delight, cheeks puffed up like that of a chipmunk's while she eats, finishing a salmon head, bone, tail and all.
Then the next and... well, these are the consequences to teaching a woman how to fish and also giving her a bunch of fish. It's as if the bucket is full of buttered popcorn rather than raw fish.
"In this day n' age, bein' under one flag means the ships of most countries don't need t'worry about piracy. There are some places that do, n' for that they have the Merchant Marine or local navies, and as a last resort they carry arms. Yet to see one of these crews do that!" Rei guffawed, gorging on her own well-earned bounty after her new friend picked her fill. Whether she took the plumpest of salmon or not mattered little to the Abyssal-if Rei was hungry, she could terrorize another poor crew later for an equally impressive second lunch. Despite getting used to cooked food and even more prepared raw goods like sushi, there was something to devouring fresh catch that modern cuisine couldn't satisfy. Taking the fish in her plump hands, her fanged maw tore right through meat and bone alike, starting with the head and simply working her way down. Once finished with her first serving, she tossed a salmon back to her tail which managed to curl around and snatch it from the waves, the sound of bones crunching issuing from behind Rei as the massive jaws devoured it in one bite. In the meantime, she took stock of all the trinkets Wakasagihime had pilfered from the water after Rei's harrowing parlay, humming to herself. "Yanno...I could dive deep enough to some wrecks I've seen around. Don't think any of 'em are military wrecks...I'm sure there's plenty of shiny bits I could bring back for ya. ...Hopin' of course, you don't mind the company of a thing like me after today~"
If there was a hint of disappointment, it didn't show on the thinner girl's face. Always prepared, she pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed away tenderly at the enormous Ishigaki's forehead as if she'd done the same for so many before. How strange it was for the next person to be another version of herself... "Mmm? Oh not at all! You could say it's my favorite pastime...to the bane of every waistline at my old port~ And not just regular food either. I spent many nights perfecting calorie bombs and nightmarish courses no one could resist. Could say it started because our Hachijou was such an insatiable glutton, even by their standards...sweets every hour every day, wider and wider she grew." This Ishigaki eased herself as close as she could to her fatter doppelganger, the smile never leaving her face as she began to rub and knead at the overflowing gut in front of her. "By the time I left, she could be packed full of food until all her rolls felt fit to pop, and yet crave more. I wanted all the girls to be like that~ but Reese was a bit of a spoilsport."
Ishigaki certainly felt less accomplished than this other Ishigaki. Since the passing of her sisters, she had really been drifting aimlessly in her life, unable to really do much more than barely exist. Even now, she lack much of a purpose beyond the ravenous consumption of food and drink. She was no chef or perfected artisan. She was just another basic Ishigaki unit who happened to get bad headaches and otherwise got really fat...
It hardly felt like much of anything, let alone anything to be praised.
"Ooooh..... You must... uuff... be proud.... helping out your.... ooouurrrpppp...."
It was hard not to burp. Not only had the jostling shaken her around a bit but the hands of her fellow Ishigaki shipgirl were deft enough to work away in such a fashion it coaxed the gasses to her lips more than it did anything else. Ishigaki wasn't flustered or even embarrassed about the belch. They were pretty common for her these days. Best to just let them out...
".... Oooff.... your.... sister ships and others... like... ah... that...."
"Seems you've quite a lot to let out~ Let me help you with that. As for...help?" Her smile darkened, the glimmer in her eyes taking on a devilish glint. "No one would consider what I was doing 'help' in any sense of the word. I'm a rotten brat who indulges her desires every chance she gets! Whether it's fattening myself up, or fattening up others...~'' Soft, thick, warm. The blubberous figure of her doppelganger was a luscious landscape of gluttony, sucking her fingers down as she kneaded the hefty rolls. Much as this Ishigaki seemed to struggle with her immensity, her normally external desire was transforming into an internal drive, craving the same kind of bulk and heft to match her counterpart. Kneeling down, she tenderly kissed the apex of her fatter self's tummy, cheeks flush with just a hint of pink. "There there~ aches and pains can be from a terrible diet too. I may make awful concoctions for the waistline, but there's no point if you can't enjoy them~ Perhaps I can help..."
The air was thick, full of scents that made her stomach churn, an unfamiliar soup far removed from the relatively sterile and recycled atmosphere she was used to. Her bones felt heavy, muscles struggling against some unfathomable weight that threatened to snap her frame with every move. Light, not from artificial overheads but natural photons from the heart of the Sol system, pummeled her retinas even in the evening sky she could identify overhead.
Something wet lapped at her boots. Mustering what little strength she had, the Martian vessel wheezed in pain as she brought her head up, vision filled with stars, to come face-to-face with the endless expanse of an ocean reflecting the lavender of the sky above. She was laying in a pit of sand, a brief survey showing splintered metal, fragments of hull, smoking drive cones, and the twisted remains of her turret. There was no sign of her landing ships, and not a soul stirred within.
Her stomach revolted as she tried to raise herself further, brittle bones born in space refusing to hold her weight as she was sent crashing back to the wet sand beneath. A cry so hoarse with agony, it couldn't escape the filter of her helmet's microphone.
Before pain took her once more, she caught sight of a figure floating above her, long, silvery hair billowing in the wind.
It was saying something, but the world went dark before she heard a sound.
- - -
"-Don't have the facilities to treat her. I'm different and can be handled by normal repair ships for the most part, but she's from a place where the rules mattered. I apologize for leaving her here in your care, but you're the only one who can-"
The unfamiliar voice roused her from the dark, though when she opened her eyes, it still greeted her. Her awareness of the voice dimmed, drowned out by pain with the heavy thumps of combat boots punctuating her migraine. A peculiar sting of rubbing alcohol greeted her nose, which could only mean one thing.
An infirmary.
Her voice cracked, lips dry as she tried to call out. "Is anyone there...?"
"Oh. You're awake. Welcome back, and welcome, I guess... this is Earth. This is Japan. We are in Hokkaido. It is a Naval Base in Nemuro. We're in a clinic. And I am the Nurse, Makigumo. Pleased to meet you."
She hopes that'll do for an introduction because there's just so much going on here she doesn't even know where to begin. This was first contact with extraterrestrial beings, intelligent beings at that, they should be talking to the President or something, yet here she was instead and they were giving her a job at that-
She turned to the other girl-
"I understand your situation. And I do agree to help you with that. However I need to be sure this is safe for us, you both harbor technology beyond your own, I need to know if there's anything dangerous I should be mindful of... huh..."
Though giving the girl she was entrusted with a cursory glance... didn't look like she'd be of any danger, at least not until she's healed up...
"...maybe later. I'll try to repair her as best as I can. You are welcome to return to check up on her... now then, you. Mind giving me your name?"
"I'd have contacted your Admiral for permission first, but this was an emergency. I don't know where she's from or what time, but by the shipbuilding standards that made me, she's practically antique. If I'd waited too much longer, she might have sunk from exposure after her crash," Reese replied. Her hands stroked the long lengths of her silver hair, golden eyes filled with worry as she kept glancing over at her fellow ET. "From my brief inspection, most of her rigging has been pulverized. She runs on a fusion plant with fuel pellets, but I think I can provide those once she's stable. All of her weapons are out otherwise."
The patient in question blinked, the room slowly coming into focus. Makigumo's soft pink hair was the first to resolve itself, allowing the rest of the nurse's face to be seen clearly once she had a point of reference. She dared not sit up-her perilous condition on the beach told her any sudden moves would mame her situation much worse.
A hand made its way shakily across her chest, pointing at a half-burned nametape. "MCRN Vessavana, ma'am..."
Hokkaido. Nemuro. Earth. Her eyes widened as she processed the information Makigumo had given her-navigation, or what was left of it, hadn't been lying, and the endless horizon glimpsed before had truly been Earth's heavens. She had only ever been planet-bound once when she was laid down in the Martian shipyards, and through whatever cosmic joke had befallen her, now rested in the bosom of Mars' interplanetary rival.
"I'll report to your admiral first, then recover what I can of her rigging and bring it to you. Thank you, Nurse Makigumo."
And so, Vessavana was alone, with an Earther she knew nothing about. Her shallow breathing filled her ears, chest aching from the effort it took to work air into her lungs. Craning her head ever so slightly, she kept her vision locked solely on the nurse, thoughts spinning with a dozen scenarios she knew she couldn't fight her way out of now.
When the crew mentioned how bad planetside could get even with meds, she never expected this.
"Yeah you can tell the Admiral about it and we'll see where that goes... whatever the case, she's under my care now. So I can assure you she will be treated and repaired first... good luck there."
Now that she was left alone with her new patient... well... there's a lot to unpack here. She was still recovering from the shock of learning there were something-like-Kanmusu living elsewhere on the Solar System... if not the Galaxy... and that such a thing implied the existence of sentient life far above the technological level of Earthlings... were Abyssals aliens too? Maybe? Who fucking knew. And now she had to live with this knowledge... well whatever-
"Miss Vessavana, is it? A pleasure to meet you. For the time being, it seems like you'll be under my care.... heavy, isn't it? Your body that is."
Pouring a glass of water for her, she left it at the bedside table, helping her sit in semi-fowler position to ease the strain on her lungs and muscles, dragging a nearby chair to sit close to her.
"Is this, perhaps, your first time on Earth...? Where do you come from, if I may ask? Ah, if there is private or secret information you can keep it that way... don't want to get you in trouble now... but the more information you give me, the easier it is for me to take care of you, yeah?"
While her voice and body language were soft, sweet and mellow, non-threatening and approachable... her eyes were anything but, not blinking once as she began her thinly-veiled interrogation, peering into Vessavana's own-
"Oh... would you like something to eat, too?"
The unnerving similarity to the special investigators certain warships carried as part of their crew rattled the cruiser, unblinking gaze boring deep into their captive's psyche to flush out their secrets. A predator, stalking an interloper in its territory, waiting for any sign of weakness to pounce.
And yet, she was weak. In this human-shaped form, her crumpled rigging was nowhere to be found. Not even the PDC mounts were left to give her the illusion of safety. Reese-the one who had brought her here-obviously thought that the shipgirl in front of her was trustworthy enough to provide medical care. Reassuring it wasn't, but she probably wasn't going to be harmed.
"Probably" was doing a lot of heavy lifting.
She flinched somewhat as Makigumo helped her up, the tension easing as her new position brought sweet relief to her respiratory system. Breaths came more easily now, and Vessavana was sure she could take a drink without drowning herself. It was only now she realized her helmet had been taken off-probably for first aid reasons-as she tried to open her visor, other hand carefully wrapping itself around the glass before pulling it towards herself shakily. She gulped greedily, much as she was ashamed to admit, but it didn't take long for the refreshing taste to be overtaken by mineral bitterness. Her body wracked itself as she hacked and wheezed briefly, massaging her throat afterwards.
"T-Thank you. W-what being in space for your deployment d-does to your constitution." Vessavana paused. Makigumo's eyes told her if she tried to hide anything, she would take some enjoyment in its extraction later. "...it's my first time on Earth, y-yeah. F-first time dirtside at all s-since I was built."
She wracked her fuzzy memories to recall if she'd seen orbital platforms or anything, but the only other vessel registered as allied at all had been Reese. "I'm a Scirocco-class assault c-cruiser from the M-Mars Congressional Republic Navy. If t-there's no sign of the UN blockades, means I d-don't think it's around yet anyway. Nothing I give you will matter for another couple centuries."
The sick feeling in the pit of her stomach hadn't left her, but she knew she needed something. Whatever she was now, it needed food and not fuel pellets.
"...Ship biscuits? Anything easy, please?"
The air was thick, full of scents that made her stomach churn, an unfamiliar soup far removed from the relatively sterile and recycled atmosphere she was used to. Her bones felt heavy, muscles struggling against some unfathomable weight that threatened to snap her frame with every move. Light, not from artificial overheads but natural photons from the heart of the Sol system, pummeled her retinas even in the evening sky she could identify overhead.
Something wet lapped at her boots. Mustering what little strength she had, the Martian vessel wheezed in pain as she brought her head up, vision filled with stars, to come face-to-face with the endless expanse of an ocean reflecting the lavender of the sky above. She was laying in a pit of sand, a brief survey showing splintered metal, fragments of hull, smoking drive cones, and the twisted remains of her turret. There was no sign of her landing ships, and not a soul stirred within.
Her stomach revolted as she tried to raise herself further, brittle bones born in space refusing to hold her weight as she was sent crashing back to the wet sand beneath. A cry so hoarse with agony, it couldn't escape the filter of her helmet's microphone.
Before pain took her once more, she caught sight of a figure floating above her, long, silvery hair billowing in the wind.
It was saying something, but the world went dark before she heard a sound.
- - -
"-Don't have the facilities to treat her. I'm different and can be handled by normal repair ships for the most part, but she's from a place where the rules mattered. I apologize for leaving her here in your care, but you're the only one who can-"
The unfamiliar voice roused her from the dark, though when she opened her eyes, it still greeted her. Her awareness of the voice dimmed, drowned out by pain with the heavy thumps of combat boots punctuating her migraine. A peculiar sting of rubbing alcohol greeted her nose, which could only mean one thing.
An infirmary.
Her voice cracked, lips dry as she tried to call out. "Is anyone there...?"
"Oh. You're awake. Welcome back, and welcome, I guess... this is Earth. This is Japan. We are in Hokkaido. It is a Naval Base in Nemuro. We're in a clinic. And I am the Nurse, Makigumo. Pleased to meet you."
She hopes that'll do for an introduction because there's just so much going on here she doesn't even know where to begin. This was first contact with extraterrestrial beings, intelligent beings at that, they should be talking to the President or something, yet here she was instead and they were giving her a job at that-
She turned to the other girl-
"I understand your situation. And I do agree to help you with that. However I need to be sure this is safe for us, you both harbor technology beyond your own, I need to know if there's anything dangerous I should be mindful of... huh..."
Though giving the girl she was entrusted with a cursory glance... didn't look like she'd be of any danger, at least not until she's healed up...
"...maybe later. I'll try to repair her as best as I can. You are welcome to return to check up on her... now then, you. Mind giving me your name?"
"I'd have contacted your Admiral for permission first, but this was an emergency. I don't know where she's from or what time, but by the shipbuilding standards that made me, she's practically antique. If I'd waited too much longer, she might have sunk from exposure after her crash," Reese replied. Her hands stroked the long lengths of her silver hair, golden eyes filled with worry as she kept glancing over at her fellow ET. "From my brief inspection, most of her rigging has been pulverized. She runs on a fusion plant with fuel pellets, but I think I can provide those once she's stable. All of her weapons are out otherwise."
The patient in question blinked, the room slowly coming into focus. Makigumo's soft pink hair was the first to resolve itself, allowing the rest of the nurse's face to be seen clearly once she had a point of reference. She dared not sit up-her perilous condition on the beach told her any sudden moves would mame her situation much worse.
A hand made its way shakily across her chest, pointing at a half-burned nametape. "MCRN Vessavana, ma'am..."
Hokkaido. Nemuro. Earth. Her eyes widened as she processed the information Makigumo had given her-navigation, or what was left of it, hadn't been lying, and the endless horizon glimpsed before had truly been Earth's heavens. She had only ever been planet-bound once when she was laid down in the Martian shipyards, and through whatever cosmic joke had befallen her, now rested in the bosom of Mars' interplanetary rival.
"I'll report to your admiral first, then recover what I can of her rigging and bring it to you. Thank you, Nurse Makigumo."
And so, Vessavana was alone, with an Earther she knew nothing about. Her shallow breathing filled her ears, chest aching from the effort it took to work air into her lungs. Craning her head ever so slightly, she kept her vision locked solely on the nurse, thoughts spinning with a dozen scenarios she knew she couldn't fight her way out of now.
When the crew mentioned how bad planetside could get even with meds, she never expected this.
The air was thick, full of scents that made her stomach churn, an unfamiliar soup far removed from the relatively sterile and recycled atmosphere she was used to. Her bones felt heavy, muscles struggling against some unfathomable weight that threatened to snap her frame with every move. Light, not from artificial overheads but natural photons from the heart of the Sol system, pummeled her retinas even in the evening sky she could identify overhead.
Something wet lapped at her boots. Mustering what little strength she had, the Martian vessel wheezed in pain as she brought her head up, vision filled with stars, to come face-to-face with the endless expanse of an ocean reflecting the lavender of the sky above. She was laying in a pit of sand, a brief survey showing splintered metal, fragments of hull, smoking drive cones, and the twisted remains of her turret. There was no sign of her landing ships, and not a soul stirred within.
Her stomach revolted as she tried to raise herself further, brittle bones born in space refusing to hold her weight as she was sent crashing back to the wet sand beneath. A cry so hoarse with agony, it couldn't escape the filter of her helmet's microphone.
Before pain took her once more, she caught sight of a figure floating above her, long, silvery hair billowing in the wind.
It was saying something, but the world went dark before she heard a sound.
- - -
"-Don't have the facilities to treat her. I'm different and can be handled by normal repair ships for the most part, but she's from a place where the rules mattered. I apologize for leaving her here in your care, but you're the only one who can-"
The unfamiliar voice roused her from the dark, though when she opened her eyes, it still greeted her. Her awareness of the voice dimmed, drowned out by pain with the heavy thumps of combat boots punctuating her migraine. A peculiar sting of rubbing alcohol greeted her nose, which could only mean one thing.
An infirmary.
Her voice cracked, lips dry as she tried to call out. "Is anyone there...?"
I was never much a fan of Supergirl or Powergirl. That is, until My Adventures with Superman. How did they make her such an irresistible goober?!
"Oh, poor thing. How about we find a nice, soft seat for you to drop into? If you break it when you flop down, I'll even make whatever treat you want the most~" Her fellow Gaki might want to start considering this particular copy part of those influences. Hungry eyes roam over her immensely swollen figure, the pinches and rubs exploratory but perhaps colored with a hint of genuine jealousy. Thinner, if still rather plump, fingers entwine with Ishigaki's soft paw, and her mirror self starts to pull her along ever so gently. "As you were saying, dear? If there's anything wrong with me, definitely not. At least, not in the sense that I can't become a true twin to you. No, I merely preferred using my talents to bulk up all the too-skinny shipgirls at my previous post..."
Ishigaki was sure she wasn't that heavy to break anything but she did need some place to sit. Standing was not something she could do much of or enjoy. Already, she could feel her pudgy feet aching along with her knees and ankles. Inactivity was lifestyle and now it was a bane towards any suggestion of activity. She panted a little, engorged form so fat that her little lungs weren't exactly the best at getting air in.
As hammy hand was taken, Ishigaki was easily guided along by the thinner version of the Ishigaki template. Lumbering slowly, she tried to get her words out but ended up just making herself red in the face. Whatever questions she had would have to come when she was settled and rested.
Whatever bench would be found, Ishigaki would settle herself on with a groan. The furniture creaked beneath her but alas, no breaking. Not that it minded nor bothered Ishigaki whom focused on her breathing. Once able, she would finally ask.
"Ahhh.... N-no... I mean.... uufff.... Is.... thereaaahh.... something... wrong.... with..... feeding.... o-otherssshh?" She asked, her voice as slow and heavy as her plodding waddle.
If there was a hint of disappointment, it didn't show on the thinner girl's face. Always prepared, she pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed away tenderly at the enormous Ishigaki's forehead as if she'd done the same for so many before. How strange it was for the next person to be another version of herself... "Mmm? Oh not at all! You could say it's my favorite pastime...to the bane of every waistline at my old port~ And not just regular food either. I spent many nights perfecting calorie bombs and nightmarish courses no one could resist. Could say it started because our Hachijou was such an insatiable glutton, even by their standards...sweets every hour every day, wider and wider she grew." This Ishigaki eased herself as close as she could to her fatter doppelganger, the smile never leaving her face as she began to rub and knead at the overflowing gut in front of her. "By the time I left, she could be packed full of food until all her rolls felt fit to pop, and yet crave more. I wanted all the girls to be like that~ but Reese was a bit of a spoilsport."
Geeeently kneading Ishigaki's tummy~
The monitor's plump hands lay atop the ones squeezing at her doughy rolls, a puckish smile spreading across her round cheeks. "You should go deeper. There's plenty there after all for you to sink into~" She presses down, her bountiful flesh slowly swallowing up both sets of fingers until they've sunken deep in her softness. However, her gaze falls upon the wrists still free from the blubbery mire, causing her to frown slightly. "Mmmm...not even the wrists yet, hm? I need serious correction for slacking off on my new diet..."
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"I'm still so jealous at how fat you've grown...maybe I've spent too much time trying to spread it to everyone else and not enough experimenting on myself...~" The other Ishigaki purrs, entranced by the wobbling rolls of her much fatter doppelganger.
"Oh.... It's not really anything.. ahahh.... special?"
Ishigaki felt very... confused. Not at seeing another her. That was common for shipgirls as lowly as she was. She was pretty sure there was two or three others on this very base alone. As for her gains, that has only really come about due to some very influential forces than anything majorly done on her part.
At this point, she's simply too big to stop.
".... Is there.... something uuuff... wrong with.... haaah....."
She tried to ask more about the other's feelings but her attention was fading as much as her resolve to remain standing was--
"Oh, poor thing. How about we find a nice, soft seat for you to drop into? If you break it when you flop down, I'll even make whatever treat you want the most~" Her fellow Gaki might want to start considering this particular copy part of those influences. Hungry eyes roam over her immensely swollen figure, the pinches and rubs exploratory but perhaps colored with a hint of genuine jealousy. Thinner, if still rather plump, fingers entwine with Ishigaki's soft paw, and her mirror self starts to pull her along ever so gently. "As you were saying, dear? If there's anything wrong with me, definitely not. At least, not in the sense that I can't become a true twin to you. No, I merely preferred using my talents to bulk up all the too-skinny shipgirls at my previous post..."
I should bring Elizabeth to my list of muses, she's my favorite Persona character ever...
It took a moment for the Abyssal to process what Wakasagihime had called the plane, having never heard the word before, though it resembled another she'd picked up along the Japanese coast before. Nodding proudly to herself after completing the bare minimum of inference, Rei looked back at the princess with a gleeful flash of her fangs. "Ya don't get to see Abyssal flyers very often, do ya? They're usually shot down 'fore they can do much 'round here. When I was still plenty wild, my squadrons would terrify entire battle groups and ships would turn tail gettin' a hint that I was out there watchin' them! 'Course I use them now to scout for meals, n' whenever the Admiral need somethin' done." Her eyes caught the occasional sparkle from the mermaid's tail, a brilliant ripple of silvery blue-elegant, as every part of her new company was. A twinge of jealousy bubbled up in the monstrous ship's thoughts, but it wasn't the normal wave of negative emotion that fueled Abyssals fresh from the depths. No, this thought was strangely positive, a brief acknowledgement of beauty compared to her clammy expanse. If Waggy had been cursed, she'd certainly had one that reflected her natural charms. The small bit of self-reflection was interrupted a few moments later as Rei received a transmission from her scout plane, her grin widening devilishly at the news. "...'Preciate the words, I do. Thankfully 'round here, I'm no longer shoot on sight! Think a few of the Admiral's lackeys would rather have it that way though, the way they glare at me on patrol. So, as thanks, we got ourselves a lunch stop~ Turn slightly t' port n' follow me. Our meal ticket should show up shortly~" True to her announcement, a gleaming white fishing boat appeared on the horizon, growing larger every moment as they approached. The taste of the seawater was changing, with a weird temper that told her they were getting close to a river's mouth, too. The perfect stop for her newfound friend.
Wakasagihime could feel the change into fresh water. Her gills didn't burn up as before, nor did the taste of salt in her throat made her uneasy. Nay, it was fresh water as the gods above had made it, and all of a sudden there was greater gaiety to her wagging forward.
"Oh, a shippe that white metal box yonder must be! Now I am not the one to judge, I a maiden with a fishen tail, but it is it not odder that metal floateth? Nary a sail on it too..."
Wakasagihime slowed down, taking the time to stay submerged underwater while she circled the sip to take a good look at it. Truly an alien craft compared to the wood and sail of yoredays. It was moving quite swiftly too, again odd for something made out of what should be heavier metal and with no visible means to catch wind. Perhaps sorcery had made a comeback just for ships..? A funny thing to ask, considering what her companion is, who she has been staying with on the base, and the general setting this Wakasagihime is in.
"Pray tell us, how doth we crack into this abomination? Back in the day, merely hopping out and showing thyself would be enough to get the piscators to surrender the shippe."
Being in her natural habitat was certainly making Wakasagihime hungry, now that she wasn't being salted every second, so she hoped that the affair wasn't too difficult nowadays.
"Lot of things have changed from ah...that place yer from. S'cut off, right? So it's like me not knowin' what a missile was n' gettin' smacked with quite a few 'fore I started shootin' them down! What makes me up is from the last era of gunships n' torpedoes, none of this fancy junk. They found out if you shape it right and it's thin enough, metal floats." Her fat face broke out into a toothy grin as she rolled over to face her mermaid friend, tubby hands rubbing together as the devilish plot formed. If there was one thing a Re-class was good at, it was thinking on the fly, and when it came to feeding her massive self, none were more motivated than Rei. "Don't worry~ I got a wonderful little idea..." - - - - - For the fishermen, it had been a normal day. The trawling crane was out, dredging its net through the waters below for a piscine bounty, and picture-perfect weather with not a cloud in the sky. A deckmate, peering out over the ocean as the ship gently bobbed along, spent a few moments admiring the glistening waters before turning back to his work. His attention was ripped away from his task as he caught sight of some black and pale mass out of the corner of his eye, only for the ripples of the ocean's surface to greet him. He briefly wondered if there'd been an orca pod sighting somewhere, though a sinking feeling in his gut told him otherwise. Something else lurked beneath the water, angling for their rigging, and as he peeked over the ship's railing- "Hey! Enough sightseeing already, we're about to pull the catch in." The call of the foreman banished the thoughts almost immediately. As long as whatever it was didn't bother the boat, it was fine. If it was Abyssal-related, the local naval port could easily dispatch a few Kanmusu to deal with whatever it was. On the far side of the deck near the bridge, the rigging operator started up the winch and the boat lurched ever so slightly, the sure sign of a fine dredge. Then the winch seized. Their vessel lurched heavily to port, much more than usual. These things happened-all they would need to do is pay out some line, it probably got snagged on a rock somewhere. A bell mounted to the rigging mast clattered as the ship sagged again, the list obvious to all those on the deck as loose gear began to slide away. The net line was drawn taut, the crane arm bending slightly as something massive kept the net pinned. Panic set in among the crew, but even as the winch payed out more line for life-saving slack, the list worsened, sending buckets and tackle over the edge and into the drink. The deckmate let himself slide to the railing and peered over the edge once more, trying to see what manner of sea beast could manage to bring their fine ship to its knees- A ghastly, wolfish grin; glowing eyes peering over cheeks round as melons but pale as death; a cloak of darkness trying in vain to cover the swollen, blubberous bulk hanging from the net's line; and a monstrous tail almost unbelievably thick, its plated head swinging around as best as it could with a trio of cannon turrets. He stared in shock as the behemothic anomaly heaved herself downward below the surface and the boat groaned in agony, this strange beast taxing its rigging to the limits as it slipped even further into its dangerous list. "Now that I got yer attention, fine gentlemen...how about we cut a deal?" the monster gurgled, her grin never leaving the huge cheeks that spilled from her hood. - - - - - - - "A little scare goes a long way, wouldn'tcha say? Got ourselves a lovely feast for our trouble!" Rei cheered, showing off the great armful of salmon she'd managed to score for them. Having decided to swim a bit closer to the river mouth as the trawler packed up and puttered away from the pair of aquatic lasses, Rei offered the bounty to Wakasagahime first, practically beaming at her mischief. "Princess gets first pick!"
That is twice I've wanted to share things, and yet Tumblr loathes external linking. Egh.
"I don't take that drinkin' fresh water helps...more like a fish where ya can't put most river and lake fish out to sea," Rei muttered, nodding to herself. Knowing that there wasn't much time, the Abyssal grabbed one of her backpack straps and yanked out a strange, triangular-shaped creature from the depths of the bag with her other hand, a tongue lapping at the teeth that form its underside. Thankfully, unlike the rest of her, the aviation facilities of her hybrid nature remained wholly intact. "First sortie ye've gotten in a while! Find the closest river and check for trawlers. The Princess's only got a little bit of time out here n' I want to give her the good stuff!" She jabbed a fat finger at its shiny black carapace and it wheezed back something that only she could understand, before wheeling back her chunky arm and giving it a surprisingly powerful toss. Tumbling through the air, it righted itself eventually and began to putter around, Re-class holding a palm to her ear. "Ah-hnnn...keep scannin' and I'll give you a brush scrub later." Going off the general direction of the strange little creature, she looked over her shoulder at the green-haired mermaid and raised an eyebrow. "Very few have called me anythin' other than monster, so interestin's a good start. I think yer pretty interestin' too...maybe not a princess anymore, but you were one. Better than all of those stuffy brats who hold the title for us."
"Goodness, what sort of eukwai is that?
The device looked even more uncanny to someone like her who had never encountered a radio or a phone before. Still, she was quickly getting used to the part where she was called a princess and was getting service appropriate for it... No proper lady could resist the charms of being a princeps, especially when it didn't come with a gilded cage as it had once done.
"Grace, it flieth too... Verily amazing, thine tools are."
Wakasagihime followed Rei and the strange device, following easily thanks to her nimble body despite the lack of the more handy mechanical parts for propulsion. There was something extremely aesthetically pleasing, elegant even to watching her tail do its thing, with the countless scales glistening under the sun. Her arms moved too as if she was swimming with them, though that was more of a vestigial reflex of human swimming.
"Thine appearance is odd, verily, but I get to judge not when I am half a fish. Even still, the wise knoweth very well that appearance maketh a man not. Silk hideth steel, steel hideth silk, and so on and so forth."
All the talk and swimming certainly were making the princess ready for a snack... hopefully the trawlers were not lacking.
It took a moment for the Abyssal to process what Wakasagihime had called the plane, having never heard the word before, though it resembled another she'd picked up along the Japanese coast before. Nodding proudly to herself after completing the bare minimum of inference, Rei looked back at the princess with a gleeful flash of her fangs. "Ya don't get to see Abyssal flyers very often, do ya? They're usually shot down 'fore they can do much 'round here. When I was still plenty wild, my squadrons would terrify entire battle groups and ships would turn tail gettin' a hint that I was out there watchin' them! 'Course I use them now to scout for meals, n' whenever the Admiral need somethin' done." Her eyes caught the occasional sparkle from the mermaid's tail, a brilliant ripple of silvery blue-elegant, as every part of her new company was. A twinge of jealousy bubbled up in the monstrous ship's thoughts, but it wasn't the normal wave of negative emotion that fueled Abyssals fresh from the depths. No, this thought was strangely positive, a brief acknowledgement of beauty compared to her clammy expanse. If Waggy had been cursed, she'd certainly had one that reflected her natural charms. The small bit of self-reflection was interrupted a few moments later as Rei received a transmission from her scout plane, her grin widening devilishly at the news. "...'Preciate the words, I do. Thankfully 'round here, I'm no longer shoot on sight! Think a few of the Admiral's lackeys would rather have it that way though, the way they glare at me on patrol. So, as thanks, we got ourselves a lunch stop~ Turn slightly t' port n' follow me. Our meal ticket should show up shortly~" True to her announcement, a gleaming white fishing boat appeared on the horizon, growing larger every moment as they approached. The taste of the seawater was changing, with a weird temper that told her they were getting close to a river's mouth, too. The perfect stop for her newfound friend.