“I’m serious this time!!” her voice was tight and pleading.
“I told you, I’m not fondling your boobs.”
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“No way, chunky!” the pear hotly replied. “I can’t get the buttons,” Grizzly whispered. It had been weeks since her entrance interview… weeks since she’d seen the Commander so grave.īehind her she could hear the rustling of clothing and an exchange of whispers from the other T-dolls. It was a familiar chair, but the context had changed. “Yes, Commander.” Spas did as she was told, moving forward and to her designated spot. He waved toward the front of his desk where a small wooden chair awaited her. “Step forward,” he bade her with an outstretched hand. Instantly the room was filled with silence while the pudgy white-haired girl sprung to attention, turning to examine the near black shadow of her superior as he stood in the corner near his desk. “Spas-12,” Commander Winters spoke up from the other side of the dark room. “Hey! You’re not wearing your shirt either!!!” “I’m up chief, I’m up.” Then, her purple eyes narrowed. Her black bra creaked as she pulled herself upright. “Get up this instant or I’ll send you out to run laps tonight!”Īs quickly as a girl her size could wobble, Grizzly spilled off of the bed. “Grizzly Mark Five!” Mosin stamped a thunderous thigh. “Silence, pillow,” Grizzly mumbled into her fat. “Come-on Grizz,” RFB dropped the gamepad onto her quivering thighs. “Myyah,” Grizzly whined, wiping at her eyes before throwing herself back over RFB’s exposed middle.
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“Grizzly, get a shirt on!” she commanded using her husky voice, moving to the corner where the tubby girls lay. Spas followed Mosin’s waddling gait as they followed the Commander into the office.