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“She’s a real terror isn’t she? That Haruha Raharu.” Commander Amarao looked over to his second in command as she did all the actual work surveying Medical Mechanica. Still, she had to respond eventually with, “Raharu?”
“Wouldn’t you rather ask the real thing~?” The two turned to see that villainous vespa woman already in their midst. Yes, Haruko Haruhara had gotten into the inner sanctum of the Interstellar Immigration Bureau without so much as a single alarm alerting them to her presence, “That dude’s just gonna read you something dumb and wrong off the Internet, so don’tcha think it’d be better taking it straight from the source!”
“How did you get in here! There shouldn’t be-” Haruko shushed the commander who summarily followed her directions like a lost puppy.
“Who cares!? There’s not enough screentime for the nitty gritty when we already should’ve been down and dirty~!” Haruko shuffled over from the commander and leaned in close to his confused Lieutenant Kitsurubami, “Now give me some sugar~!”
“What are you- mmfmff!” Kitsurubami’s mocha skin twinged up a shade with blush as Haruko planted her lips and on hers for a kiss.
Seeing as she’d always gone after grade school boys, it was a surprise to all present to see her chasing tail of the same age (if only physically) and gender, “Whatever happened to ‘don’t ask, don’t tell,’ huh!? GL in the command room is… aRarGhh” The commander threw his hands up and left his lieutenant to fend for herself against their alien interloper.
This was no ordinary kiss however, as Kitsurubami wasn’t swapped even a drop a spit from the start. No tongue and barely any lip action, it was a poor excuse for a kiss unless it was meant to just shut her up. Haruko was blowing hot air for no reason at that point, and quite literally, as that freckled lieutenant felt the vespa’s woman breathe blowing into her mouth.
“mmfmfm mmf mffmf!” She tried to pry Haruko off of her with no luck, her grip just as immaculately strong like the seal around her lips. After all, she needed it to be airtight with the first signs of the reality of the situation rounding out in her stomach.
Her uniform’s top would cover her dark skin stretching over an invisible expanse, but it still surely outlined the growing her middle out to a beach ball by the time she even processed what was happening, “mmfmf mfmfmmf fmmmf!!!”
It was impossible, completely stupid to try and wrench Haruko off of her when she’d just pull her in closer and puff her full of air even harder. A perennial, gaseous pregnancy of intergalactic proportions with her as another planet next Jupiter over horizons and horizons of taut mocha complexion.
From the stomach then went her legs filling out with imaginary stuffing that soon went from sausages to almost samosas of useless limbs. Bulbous and easily shredding the side seams, they tapered down from thighs the size of a tire to unaffected feet being pocketed into the springy skin. Her arms did much the same, making a grab for her gun especially impossible since they then conglomerate with her stomach to a full body curvitude.
Swelling breasts and butt could’ve almost been forgotten as accessories to a singular sphere of influence making Kitsurubami more of a blimp than a person anymore. Still, a perky bottom into nothing but a buttcrack crease in the orb along with tits that just barely became dollops on an otherwise consistent curve from the neck down didn’t mean much. At the very least, her clothes didn’t so drastically tear away to reveal it all, instead sticking to her as a second protective layer for the thinned underneath.
Kitsurubami’s body was filling up her half of the command center with a vertical inflation still centered at Haruko’s smug face releasing the lieutenant, “Now, if I could figure out a balloon knot, you could take her with you for field missions like this! Tying off the mouth’s best if you don’t want her to pop~”
“P-Pop!?” The lieutenant uselessly waggled her hands and feet trying to ground herself to no avail. She’d been thoroughly declawed at the behest of a puffkisser ready to let her rip and tear into exploded pieces, “I can’t pop! I’m-”
“A blimp! Y’know, those things are really going outta style. Dirigibles don’t bring in the same dosh for ad space anymore, so it’s gonna be poppy-poppy sayonara for you!” Haruko glided a gloved hand over a bit of the exposed, speckled flesh to a light balloon squeak unlike any real skin, “Smacking you outta the park ain’t a bad idea, either~”
Her commander did nothing and sulked in the corner while her body creaked and groaned with just one more breath, enough to blow her out, “You’re insane! We’re both trying to stop Medical Mechanica, so-”
“And I don’t gotta listen to some hot air balloon tryna beg for an afterparty!” Haruko slung her guitar into her hands, “I’m ahead, I’m a man! I’m the first mammal to wear pants, yeah!” reeled the thing back like a baseball bat, wiggling it a little at its apex, “IT’S EVOLUTION, BABY!” and swung forward with all that extraterrestrial force slamming into Kitsurubami’s bloated side.
The lieutenant shot backwards against the wall and then bounced back towards the ground. There, a little thumbtack placed by the vespa woman was left to sting Kitsurubami. Its point was thrust into the woman’s stomach, and what was left was strewn across the room into a popped balloon swathes of former Kitsurubami.
“KABOOOOOM!!! That’s what I’m talking about!” Haruko hitched her guitar over her shoulder and turned to leave, kicking away a shred of rubbery remains as she made for the door, “Seeya!”