The four Iowa-class Battleships, Iowa, New Jersey, Missouri, and Wisconsin, were making a visit to a Japanese base. Far away from the joint base that Enterprise and most of the more prominent ships were stationed at, the island of Okinawa held a few of Japan’s most powerful battleships. Yamato and Musashi were still having their riggings tweaked back in Japan. The Japanese ships on the base were few in number. Mikasa, Nagato, Amagi, Tosa, and the four Kongo-class girls were the only ones there.
As there were some tensions rising between Eagle Union and Sakura Empire forces, Iowa and Wisconsin had hatched a plan… An unscheduled visit to a Sakura Empire base, to get themselves levelled up. After a confrontation with a few unfortunate Japanese destroyers along the way, the four had discovered that their stomachs worked fast, and they could gulp down girls with no problems at all.
After coming up with their plan to level themselves up and dispose of some Sakura girls to establish dominance, they looked over who was on the menu, and eagerly chose who they would use as ‘enhancement material’. Iowa chose Mikasa and Kongo, Missouri chose Tosa and Kirishima, Wisconsin picked Amagi and Haruna, and finally Jersey selected Hiei and Nagato.
 
As the four arrived on the base, they encountered a very surprised Mikasa. “H-hello, Americans! It’s good to see you all here…” Mikasa, as old and wise as she may have been, was a bit put off by the fact that four huge American battleships were paying her base a visit without notice, and on top of that their stomachs were growling. “It’s great bein’ here!” Iowa, who had claimed Mikasa as her food, stepped forward and gave the Sakura girl a hug, smothering the old battleship in her massive tits. The others gathered around, doing the same as Iowa and smothering Mikasa in a sea of voluptuous breasts. Working together was something they all found quite enjoyable, especially like this. Mikasa could feel hands all over her, groping her thighs and ass as others begin to strip the ageless woman. Mikasa could do nothing, as her arms were being held by two of the much bigger and stronger ships. “Muhmfff! Mmmmm!” Mikasa tried to plead with her captors, but a hand pulling her panties off made her whimper into Iowa’s huge tits. She knew she was finished as the four sisters began fingering and teasing every sensitive spot on her body. Mo’s hands found their way onto Mikasa’s breasts, while Wisconsin had a pair of fingers inside the Japanese woman’s ass and New Jersey was doing something similar up front. The four big battleships were too much for Mikasa, and she came within seconds. Having every nerve tingling from the stimulation wore Mikasa out in a matter of minutes. The lack of oxygen and her feeble squirming drained her energy in only a few orgasms.
Once Mikasa was tired out, Iowa claimed her prize. “Itadamimasu~” Iowa said, and her sisters giggled. The others assisted their big sister, lifting Mikasa up as Iowa opened wide, taking the ram-horned girl feet first to prevent the horns from doing any harm. From there, it was a matter of gravity doing the work. Mikasa struggled a little as Iowa’s lips wrapped around her midriff, but this was quickly met with nipple tugging from the others. The once-proud Mikasa was gulped the rest of the way down, with Iowa stopping to savor the jap’s plump tits before one final gulp sent the girl and her Ram horns into Iowa’s tight stomach.
Before Mikasa was even able to form a plan of escape, Iowa’s digestive juices were at her neck and rising. The old Japanese battleship could feel the hands of the other Iowas rubbing their older sister’s stomach, helping her digest. Mikasa gave a final kick, before with a loud Glorp she was instantly turned to mush.
“How’d she taste~?” Missouri asked, a little bit of arousal dripping down her thigh as she rubbed her big sister’s bulging belly. “She tasted kinda like lamb chops~” Iowa enjoyed her younger sister’s hands for a moment before opening her eyes again and looking around.
“Alright, who’s gonna be next on the menu~?” New Jersey was excited to gobble up her pint-sized snack, and she wanted the small-statured Battleship to have a lot of fight in her. She had wondered what it would feel like to have squirming prey, and the thought turned her on and hit all the right buttons.
 
“There’s Tosa~ Looks like it’s my turn~” Jersey led her sisters over to the kitsune, who was going toward the beach. Sensing trouble from the unannounced newcomers, Tosa summoned her rigging and pointed a turret at each of them, with the fifth sweeping back and forth. “What business do you Americans have here!?” Tosa tried to be intimidating, until the four Americans in front of her did the same and she found herself staring down thirty-six sixteen inch gun barrels. The fox turned and ran, but the bigger, faster and stronger Iowas easily caught up with her, using their riggings to box her in. Wisconsin, deciding on an appetizer while she had the chance, casually lifted Tosa’s fourth turret out of its barbette and tilted her head back, dropping it into her mouth and swallowing it. The other sisters showed no hesitance in declawing the fox with their youngest sister. Before Tosa really knew what was happening, the four bigger ships around her had gobbled up every one of her turrets.
With no way to fight or escape, Tosa bowed her head in defeat. As Missouri leaned in to start gulping Tosa down, the Japanese battleship opened wide and lunged at Mo in an attempt to eat her, closing her eyes and hoping for the best. Mo was surprised when Tosa jumped into her mouth, but it wasn’t unwelcome. She took another swallow, taking Tosa’s shoulders in as the surprised battleship started flailing her arms and legs. The other three Iowas began harassing Tosa, ripping her clothes off and grabbing her tits and ass. Wisconsin spanked the Japanese girl as New Jersey pulled her nipples and Iowa tickled her feet. Tosa kicked, trying to catch one of them with her feet, but every slap or tug from the other two Iowas wore down on Tosa’sresolve. Missouri gulped down Tosa’s tits as the others had their last bit of fun. After reaching their hands between the Japanese battleship’s legs and forcing her to cum, Wisky, NJ and Iowa lifted Tosa’s legs in the air. It only took three gulps from Missouri before the fox was packed away for digestion, her tongue tasting the fox’s meaty thighs and soaked pussy on her way down. Buuuuurp! Mo would blush a little after letting the air out of her stomach, making Tosa’s angry form visible. Kicking, punching and yelling, the fox’s protests died down as stomach acid filled Missouri’s belly. Her sisters would start groping the Japanese fox through her distended belly until… Gurgle… Grrrrrr… GLORP! In an instant, Tosa’s once-proud figure was turned into a goopy mess in Mo’s stomach. The Iowa sisters would exchange remarks before heading into the dormitory building to find their next victim.
 
Amagi would have been relaxing in the bath, and Nagato was sleeping in her room. The Kongo-class girls were presumably out doing an exercise with their commander, giving the four Iowas plenty of time to get the base ready for a… special welcome-back party.
Wisconsin would give her big sister, Iowa, a hug before saying “Hey sis, I’m gonna go find that old fox lady, Amagi. I can handle her on my own.” Iowa would give her sister a hug back and a kiss on the forehead. “Enjoy your meal, Wisky~”
As the others continued on their way, Wisconsin would remove her clothes, setting them next to where her prey, the brown fox Amagi, had set hers. Entering the Onsen, Wisconsin spotted the old Japanese fox laying back in the bath. Slowly slipping into the onsen, she quietly moved over to Amagi. Gently picking Amagi up and setting her on her lap, she startled the old fox. “Eep! *cough* What is the meaning of this!?” Amagi would sound a little grumpy that her bath was interrupted, and confused by the presence of a girl she had never seen before. “I’d like to talk to you, Amagi, and maybe give a little massage while I’m at it~” Wisconsin would gently start to rub Amagi’s thighs. Easily the Iowa with the largest ass and thighs, there was plenty to cushion the old fox. “I… I suppose if you were let into the base it wouldn’t hurt...” Amagi doesn’t seem thrilled. “That’s good… So, Amagi, how do you pass the time on a lonely base like this?” Amagi would tilt her head back to rest it on Wisky’s shoulder as she began to massage her. “There are few sirens in this area, so when the others are not driving me mad I sleep or bathe in this onsen.”
Wisky would gently move her hands to Amagi’s inner thighs, followed by a gasp from the old fox. “W-what do you think you’re doing!?” Amagi would sound a little miffed about it, struggling a little. Wisconsin answered. “I’ve got a taste for fox girls, you know~” Wisky started sliding her hand toward Amagi’s pussy after making her little pun. The fox girl, flustered by the American’s advances, would moan lightly. “Oh my… I don’t think we should be doing this, what if the commander walks in?” Amagi didn’t know she was on the menu yet, but she didn’t resist Wisconsin’s sexual advances. “Hmm~ I think your cute little commander girl would want to watch us~” Wisky teased Amagi before bringing her fingers against the brown fox’s pussy. “Aah- Stop, I don’t even know your name~!” Amagi would moan, her resistance draining rapidly. The American grabbed a handful of Amagi’s delicious tit meat and kneaded it in her hand, getting a feel for what she would be sliding down her throat in a moment. Amagi’s nipple would squirt a little milk into the bath, and Wisky realized just what a yummy morsel she had picked. “Mmm~! Oh~! I’m gonna cum~!” Amagi was fully at Wisconsin’s mercy, unable to resist as the younger Battleship edged her. Wisky slipped the hand that had squeezed Amagi’s nipple down to the old fox’s belly button. Pushing her middle finger in, she would giggle as Amagi squirmed, kicking her legs and flailing her arms lightly as Wisky tickled her. Amagi would moan as the tickling and edging overwhelmed her. A stream of pee would spray from Amagi, landing in the pool several feet away from them. “Naughty fox~!” Wisky would open her mouth and lean forward, engulfing Amagi’s head and ears. Amagi didn’t even seem to notice for the moment, as her womb was tingling and she felt that she was about to cum. Wisconsin would gently grab Amagi’s ass and pull her farther in. Once Wisky stopped edging the old fox, Amagi would realize her predicament and begin to struggle as the American slurped down her leaking tits. Amagi’s breasts would squirt milk as they were squeezed by Wisky’s throat, dulling her struggles a little. Meanwhile, Wisconsin would be getting a great feel of Amagi’s ass, slapping and squeezing as the fox struggled inside her. Once she had swallowed the kitsune’s midriff, Wisky slid her tongue inside Amagi’s belly button. While she tickled and teased, she would start quickly fingering Amagi. The kicking fox would slow down a bit, her mind clouded by the building orgasm. Muffled moans could be heard from outside as Amagi was on the edge. Wisky flicked Amagi’s clit hard, making the brown fox cum.
Piss and pussy juice sprayed into the tub as Amagi came harder than she had ever cum before, and Wisky simply tilted her head back after the streams had died down. Amagi’s legs feet and tails joined the rest of her in Wisky’s belly. The victorious American would get out of the onsen after a while to find her sisters.
 
As Wisky entered the onsen, New Jersey would be running her hands across Nagato’s body, sizing up the sleeping battleship in order to gulp her down. They had talked about how Jersey should eat her, eventually settling on ass-first so they could see the proud Japanese battleship’s struggles and hear her protests. Jersey, ready to eat, would push Nagato’s legs above her head before opening wide and taking the loli fox’s ass into her mouth. Nagato would wake with a start, struggling a bit. “Release me at once! I am not a hamburger, you stupid American!” Jersey would take another gulp as Nagato pushed at her face, unable to kick as the American had already swallowed her up to mid-thigh.
Iowa and Missouri would be watching, amused. Their bellies would be large, slowly distributing the fat to their bodies and leveling them up. The well-equipped and high-level Japanese battleships would nodoubt get them maxed out with the addition ofa few submarine snacks on their return voyage. “Let’s see those cute little titties of hers~” Iowa would come over and rip Nagato’s clothes off, with feeble resistance from the big seven member. “N-no! What do you think you’re doing, you lumbering American fool!?” Nagato wouldn’t have the strength to stop Iowa, and she attempted to cover her tiny tits as they were exposed. Iowa was one step ahead of Nagato, as she lifted the little fox’s arms with little effort. Jersey would take a further gulp, getting up to Nagato’s knees as she feebly struggled. “You haven’t seen the last of me! I’ll-“ Gulp! New Jersey swallowed past Nagato’s head, reducing her protests to muffled cries. Tilting her head back, Jersey would send the small girl to her stomach. “Heh~ She was a feisty one~” Missouri would place a hand on Jersey’s belly after making her remark. “She’s- URP!” Gonna have a nice little bath in there~” After talking a bit, the three older Iowa sisters would leave Nagato’s room.
 
Kongo, Hiei, Haruna and Kirishima were returning to the base. It was almost too quiet, as Hiei took their female commander to her bed. The Kongo sisters were coming back from a support mission, and all four would be returning to their rooms. Their commander had passed out, which would make the Iowas’ job easier.
 
~To Be Continued~