"Prepare to shove off!" one of the officers shouted in response to Tsuru's order. Like a well-oiled machine, everything holding the battleship in place next to the dock was pulled in or cast off, bit by bit. Soon enough, the ship was loose, drifting away from headquarters, until another officer ordered the sails to be unfurled, just in time to catch a gust of wind that soon had the massive building fading into the distance.
"Ah, it feels good being out on the seas again." Tsuru grinned as looked out over both the ship's deck on which she stood and the rippling ocean that surrounded her; it was all she could do to keep her renewed energy contained enough to remain professional. Another unexpected but pleasant surprise came when the Vice-Admiral got a better look at her crew; she always preferred the ships she commanded to be crewed entirely by women, and it turned out that whoever had gotten her deployment request had somehow managed to make that happen, even on such short notice.
After a few moments of simply drinking the sight in, Tsuru set off, giving the occasional acknowledging nod to the recruits that stopped to give her a sharp, palm-inward salute as she made her way to the upper decks of the ship, where she was certain the officers she had requested were gathered. Consisting of the few strongest and most trustworthy women she had ever known, the small group had been with her since before the times when she was chasing down Donquixote Doflamingo, before the higher-ups eventually appointed him to be a Warlord. Though she still spoke with them occasionally in more recent times, Tsuru was looking forward to sailing with and fighting alongside them again.
"Welcome aboard... ah... Vice-Admiral Tsuru?" The group started with a salute once Tsuru was in sight, trailing through the latter half of the statement in their confusion at the bluenette now at a fraction of her usual age. The oversized curves the newly youthful Marine now sported likely didn't help either, her overly wide hips swaying with each step as they were framed by her Marine overcoat and her breasts quivering within the confines of her shirt.
"Yes, it's me." Tsuru confirmed as she finished making her way to the varied officers. "I'm not sure what happened to put my body in this state, but so far everything seems to be, if anything, better than fine. At any rate, now that we've set off, I would like to-" At that point, Tsuru was cut off by loud yelp of surprise from the deck below, leading the group of officers to turn to see the cause.
It was one of the countless young women that served as the ship's crew, one of the ones that had saluted Tsuru on her way to the upper deck, in fact. However, now she was squirming as she hugged her chest, a low gurgling coming from within her body, though Tsuru was too far away to hear it. Within moments, the soldier woman's butt began to swell outwards, her hips widening to accommodate them as her lower cheeks plumped to being each the size of a cannonball. As the back of her pants split in protest of the vast amount of booty they were being ordered to contain, her chest went into action as well. Previously modest mounds bloated feverishly to the same cannonball size as her lower lumps; soon they had overwhelmed her top as well, snapping off the buttons holding the front together one by one until her pale breasts fell out into open view.
At about that point several gasps arose from the other lower-level Marines, not in response to the sudden changes that had befallen their comrade, but the changes they were beginning to experience themselves. Within minutes, the entire deck was filled with female Marines that were either watching in shock as their breasts and butts grew into enormous, weighty pillows of flesh or struggling to get used to the weight and size of their newly swollen curves. Tsuru watched stunned as, like a wave, her crew was warping into a state exactly like the one she had woken up to herself.
"What's happening to the-oh!" Started the short, dark-haired woman behind Tsuru before she let out a gasp of surprise herself. As the Vice-Admiral turned to look, her comrade was already starting to change, what fewer wrinkles she had started to develop in her years of service to the Marines vanishing, her chin-length hair thickening slightly, and in general returning to how she had looked about fifteen years previously. Once that was done, her curves got into the action, swelling up within the confines of her blue dress, her widening lower body forcing the slits that showed off her thighs to tear upwards, right through the seagull insignias printed on where it covered her hips; her breasts were an equally destructive force, straining the front of her garment until it finally burst, freeing the torso-obscuring mounds to feel the breeze on their smooth surfaces.
Tsuru couldn't help but feel torn. Was the changes she had experienced part of some kind of illness, and one that she had allowed to spread to her crew? On the other hand, as good as she felt as a result of what had happened to her, was it really so bad for it for other people to share in those benefits?
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