“Ehe~ *hic* That was fun~” Sovetskaya Rossiya, saturated with gallons of pure Vodka, stumbles out of the party hall and falls on her face in the grass, her ass up in the air as she’s just about unable to coherently move. She flails her arms a little and a few passing Russian soldiers, also leaving the party, chuckle and slap her ass. Rossiya snickers and rolls on her side. “Would you comrades- *hic* mind walking me home?” The sailors flirt with her a little before picking her up, then take her to the large Russian woman’s ship.
 
 Meanwhile inside the party, Graf Zeppelin was on a secret mission disguised as Gangut and speaking gibberish Russian-related words to the Russians, who were all too bashed to notice. “Bolshevik privet Babushka?” She says to a very drunk Sovetskaya Belorussia dressed in an Adidas tracksuit and slav squatting on a table. “Balaclava Soviet kosa Kremlin boyard gulag Rasputin ruble anesthesia Tetris Borsch Red October.” She responds, before asking a question. “Dostoyevsky?” Graf Zeppelin pauses for a moment before responding “Stalingrad Kalashnikov vodka Adidas track pant.” Belorussiya takes a swig directly out of a bottle of 97% vodka. “Cyka blyat.” The Russian passes out onto the table and vodka drips onto the ground from his bottle.
 After her interesting conversation, she sees the real Gangut up on the stage behind turntables. She was pretty drunk, but she was still coherent enough to turn some hardbass on. Graf sees her opportunity to gather intel from the real Gangut. Graf’s mission was essentially to establish the Russian plans to sabotage them. Working her way through the crowd, she gets up on stage. No one in the crowd noticed, after all the Russian shipgirls used very similar uniforms.
 
Gangut herself is dancing, twirling around before stumbling into Graf. Grabbing her German doppelganger, the Soviet ship starts laughing, thinking Graf was another Soviet playing a prank on her.
The drunk Russian hugs Graf before sloppily kissing her, smearing her saliva all over the Carrier’s face. Graf blushes and pulls back, stumbling back and falling on her ass. Gangut laughs as she is pulled along, letting go as her head lands between the German’s meaty thighs. Apparently, Gangut was rowdy and horny. Too drunk to form a word, Gangut starts making out with Graf’s lower lips, strongly holding onto the German’s thighs and biting into her clothes, ripping a hole in her tights and panties to directly eat her out. Graf Zeppelin would be kicking and trying to struggle away. She had never been touched there, and strange feelings were creeping through her body. Squeaking as her panties were ripped, Graf’s hips bucked as Gangut’s tongue dives into her pussy. “Mmf! H-hyah~” Zep moans lewdly as Gangut’s alcohol-drenched lips suck on her pussy. The Russian girl’s tongue dives deeper, finding Graf’s G-spot. The Ironblood cums as she soaks her tights with her liquids, her hands on Gangut’s head as she doesnt know whether to push her away or pull her in. Graf’s legs reflexively wrap around Gangut, her meaty thighs trapping the Russian against her pussy. “Mmgh~ F- Ahn~” Graf can’t even form words as she cums again. Gangut grabs Graf’s tights and rips them apart, to access her anus and clit. Gangut first nips at Graf’s clit, making the Ironblood girl writhe in pleasure.
At this point most of the crowd was gone, as the alcohol had run out. A crowd of horny sailors, soldiers and pilots had made their way up to the stage, seeing Gangut making out with Graf’s pussy. When Gangut came up for air, she began drooling. About a dozen cocks, all different shapes and sizes, surrounded the two. Graf’s face was beet red, she had never touched a cock before and half of the men were surrounding her with theirs. The smell of cocks and Vodka permeates her nostrils as she sees Gangut surrounded by cocks as well. The drunk Russian has no reservations, taking two cocks in her mouth while stroking two more and clamping the remaining two in her armpits. She looked like a total slut, hearts in her eyes as she pumped her hands up and down the meaty dicks around her.
Graf Zeppelin slowly moved toward one of the men, touching his cock before tentatively giving it a lick. It squirts a little precum, which Graf finds that she enjoys. She starts sucking the tip, wanting more of the substance. The drunk Russian wants more, so he places a hand on the back of Graf’s head and starts facefucking her. The carrier lets out a muffled moan before being silenced by the meaty cock now in her throat. Graf thought to struggle, but the strange taste made her think again. She almost enjoyed it, until he pulled her off and the next guy came up. His cock was larger by a few inches, and it would make it hard for Graf to breathe. At this point, she would stop remembering in her horny daze, only awakening after several hours.
Graf and Gangut were the only two people on the stage, both filled with and covered in cum. “Aha~ That was fun time, yes?” Gangut comes over, naked, and hugs Graf. “Y-yes…” Graf is a little chilly, and she likes the Russian’s embrace. “So, I hear word of spy who dresses up as me to try to fool people at party~” The Russian smirks at Graf. The German knew she was made. “Uhm…” The German is at a loss for words as Gangut pushes her to the floor licking her lips. “I give warm Russian welcome for you~”
Gangut uses her weight to pin Graf, plopping her thicc battleship ass down on her. “Mmf!” A muffled yelp of surprise is all Graf has time to let out before Gangut’s cum-filled ass swallows her head. The drunken Russian hiccups as she unintentionally anal vores the German spy. “Ah blyat, was going to have fun with her… I do it anyway.” Gangut’s hands immediately go to Graf’s plump melons and pull her nipples left and right, making the German-engineered titties jiggle around. Moans of pleasure could be heard from beneath Gangut’s ass as Zep squirms beneath her. Schluck! Gangut sucks Graf’s shoulders up her ass before standing up a bit, the legs and arms of the carrier flailing about as the moist cocoon of Gangut’s ass squeezes her. The Russian sits down again, forcing Graf’s fat tits into her. “Hehe~ More spies like you will make good meals in future- UUUUUURP!” Gangut burps out the extra air, tightening her belly and making Graf’s form somewhat visible. Mumbling and muffled screams could be heard from Gangut’s distended belly as she stood up, Graf’s kicking legs still dangling from her ass. She would go over to a wall and lean against it, pushing the German’s fat ass inside. With a few anal slurps, Gamgut’s belly is filled with the thicc German.
“Urp! You sure fill me up, little spy~!” Gangut teases the carrier in her belly as kick and punch marks appear. Graf wasn’t keen on becoming food for this Russian, but the thoughts were starting to turn her on. As the digestive juices began to rise, Graf submitted and began to masturbate. Her fingers caressed her labia and flicked her clit, slipping inside now and again as her arousal rises toward orgasm.
Back on the outside, Gangut had returned to her apartment. She laid on her bed and rubbed her belly with one hand as her other was at her pussy, ready to make herself cum when Zep digested. Gurgle… Grrrrrr… Glorp! Slosh! Graf and Gangut both came as the former was turned to goop inside of the Russian. “Mmm~ Germans make good snacks~” Gangut holds her rounded belly with both hands as the large meal makes her fall asleep.
 
Gangut awakes with a flat belly late in the next morning. Letting out a long burp, she looks down at her breasts, now so big she couldn’t see past them. Giggling, she squeezes them, making them spray milk all over the bed. “Heh, I really fattened up, yes, little spy?” She stands up and looks in her mirror. Her belly was more flabby than before, with her ass and thighs well-enhanced as well. “Ah, clothes will not fit anymore… I go naked to buy more.” The alcohol’s influence hadn’t worn off yet, clearly. With a slap of her own ass, Gangut walks out the door to find something to cover up her now-massive assets.