“Alright, men, time for your performance review.”

The Lieutenant drummed her fingers atop her chest. “You had one day to get into shape! Standards are always lower than the floor with your kind, but I’m feeling… generous.” She took a deep breath, grinning devilishly at her extra perky breasts’ jiggle from the slight motion. “First up, you two slackers. You had a full night to get over your drunken stupors. Time to see how you utilized my blessing.”

Her hands slipped around and under, aggressively cupping the orbs amazingly contained in her unit’s sole XXXL dress attire: smooth, sturdy, and custom-made for her more expansive endeavors. Lucky her, too; packing on triple bear poundage was no joke. Today was the first she time she had to worry about her largest uniform failing. Even ignoring the juicy fluff spilling out the top, she found her puppies had precious little room to maneuver within the constricting fabric. Vixen could pinch, but the only bunching up came from her oversized boobs begging for release. Her outfit was pushed to capacity, all from a measly three bears! Thankfully, she found her hands capable of slipping down her new and improved cleavage, still the best heat source to combat the frigid Russian winters… excellent emergency ration source, as well.

To the jugs’ credit, they did bounce and sway in perfect sync. The fur that spilled over swished about fairly consistently. “Huh. Who would’ve thought you’d work best as breast fat? Besides anyone with sense, obviously. You’d go to complete waste outside my personal unit… an average performance, nonetheless. You could both do better.” Vixen leaned forward, placing her hands on her legs, still impressed that the stuffy clothes kept her tits hanging perpendicular to her body. “Now, what about your captain…?”

She had higher hopes for the platoon’s “leader,” despite his copious faults the previous day. Unlike her bust, she fully expected, nay desired her pants ripping at the seams, struggling to contain the massive donations of mass to her already-substantial ass. And the bear captain… came so very close. Yes, her huge bubble butt couldn’t entirely fit within her uniform. Yes, said uniform dug into her luxurious, layered fat just like her breasts. Her steps released micro-tremors that put her subordinates at attention before she could give the order. The slightest movements sent visible ripples through her buttocks for seconds-long intervals… she even took up three seats at the mess hall.

“Not bad… for a trio of bears. How fortunate I was around to unlock your full potential.” She smirked, sending her hands back to dig into the thick flab. A little tough for her liking, thanks to all that muscle her prey didn’t effectively use. None of that lovely spongy texture she loved so much. Just a dense, heavy ass. Oh well. No use complaining now.

“Especially not when my job isn’t even finished yet.” She slid her hands around the massive cheeks, pulling at her pants’ lining. “These’ll have to go, for sure. But I wonder if I can the top hemmed up for the rest of you…”

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Thanks again  PoncoCykes for the story!

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