When Officer Idiota Watamelons was sent to guard a strategic building. It was in the middle of the night, when the threat of attack was very possible if not certain. She had a machine gun slung over her shoulder. A sword by her waist. Her fat belly fell tightly against her sword. She carried a pistol. Since she was an officer, she wore a cape that signified she was an officer. She carried the machine gun strap in her hand tightly alongside her huge breast. Her nipples were large, softly aroused and soft in their natural color. Her breasts stood right out there fall all to see. She was a proud soldier. Ready to die to protect her superior officers. She was brought up and personally chosen because of her breast size. She was indoctrinated with the idea that she may have to slaughtered like a fat pig, as long as her superiors are protected. She bought into the idea, and dreamt of the day she would lead an attack. She would attack straight at the leading enemy officer with her sword raised as if a Bonzi attack. Officer Watamelons would try to cut the head off the enemy officer or die trying. She bought into this idea, that protection of the superiors was everything. Her value was just simple cannon fodder. Since they greatly out numbered the enemy. The general feeling was that if they throw enough soldiers in an attack, that there was not enough ammunition to shoot all these "BIG TITTED FAT PIGS" as they were known by the enemy. There was more than enough "BIG TITTED FAT PIGS "that were indoctrinated with the idea of attacking with their chest exposed fully to the enemy. These fat pigs were determined to keep her superiors safe. Their lives were expendable. The officers were chosen because of their willingness and yurning to protect their superiors. Officers like Idiota Watamelons deeply wanted and expected the enemy to shoot her right between the eyes. That was considered a great sacrifice. The superiors secretly thought very little of the big tit officers, since they made up a majority of the army and the population at large. No major loss if a few Fat bitches died. They were taught to throw their chest right out there so someone may able to advance the charge, even if they took heavy losses, as long as they win the battle. The superiors wanted to make sure that they stayed extremely plump and fat. They wanted to show the enemy a big target to aim at. The officers wanted to show the enemy that they were not afraid of them. They told the enemy during mediations to aim for the x drawn right between their eyes ,since otherwise they would still try to attack otherwise. They would point to their forehead and say "x marks the spot". The would tell the enemy"We are prepared to die for our superiors if it pleases them".Before an attack they were expected to have their stomachs bloated. The idea was that they wanted to think that food was so plentiful in this army. They could afford to keep these elite officers fat and only accepted into this elite group, only officers that had an exaggerated amount of fat hung over their waist,enormous tits and a willingness to lead a frontal attack.That were the requirements. These officers where hand picked by the superiors. These Fat pigs loved the special treatment. They even joked amongst themselves how they were being fattened like pigs ,going to the slaughter of war. Those thoughts aroused them because they so badly wanted to be the "Fat Pig" that won the battle,by actually loping the enemy's head off in a battle .They would bring the head back of the enemy's big titted officer as well. The enemy had plenty of big titted warriors that also wanted to do battle with Officers like Officer Idiota Watamelons. They also wanted the chance to lead an attack against these "Fat Pigs". Hopefully, from the enemy's perspective, ending with someone like Officer Idiota Watamelons getting her head decapitated, thus bringing it to their leader as a trophy. Officer Idiota was aroused of the thought of she herself dying a glorious death in battle. She would masturbate at the thought, That moment when the her enemy raises her pistol and without even a moment of hesitation and no remorse at all, fire point blank into Officer Idiota's Watamelons forehead. A direct shot to the X spot, in the forehead and an instant kill shot. Officer Idiota Watamelons was so turned on at that thought that she even leaked out vaginal juices at that thought. She wanted to die a proud warrior and determined to make that moment come true. She made sure she was the point man in battle. Farther ahead than the rest of the warriors. Officer Idiota Watamelons figured if she was going to die in battle, she hoped that the enemy would choose her decapitated head, as a trophy, to send to the tribal leader. She imagined the tribal leader putting her head on a spike, with her mouth open, for all the enemy warriors to see. She got excited at the thought of the enemy jeering at her head on a spike. She was so proud to offer her big breasts to protect her superiors. The thought of war really got her excited, the thought of gloriously leading an attack.With her chest heaving,tits flopping, bloated stomach jiggling. All with her leather straps, insignia and fat bosoms standing between her and the opposing force. Officer Idiota regarded her exceptionally large breasts ,as her armor. Her enemy just saw some BIG TITTED FAT BITCH.Just imagine this dedicated warrior,gloriously leading a charge, calling ATTACK! With her tits flopping the whole time, right at the enemy with sword raised, yelling ATACK! As loud as she could. Running in the heat, rain or open field, straight for the enemy leader. It was the excitement of killing or being killed.Officer Idiota wondered what her fate would be. She decided she wasn't going down with out a fight to the death. She wanted to see plenty of death stares of enemy soldiers. These two enemy camps hated each other. Both camps were looking for an opportunity to meet on the battlefield. She wore a black tight head covering to scare her enemy when she attacked. Her flowing long brown hair was tied up an came out the head covering and flowed down of just slightly over her chest. There were two eye openings and all you could really see was the whites of her eyes. Her enormous bosoms were exposed for all to see. Only covered by thin leather straps. Her black pants were tucked into her black boots. She stood proud,ready to die for her superiors. She wore a piece of jewelry that flowed over her chest and made her look very sexy. When she and her other big tit officers marched, you could hear the sound of clicking boots, caused also by her heavy plumpness , you would hear this consistent sound ,going up and down the hallway. When she did march,Her steps could almost be timed. Slowly you would hear the click of her boots as they would get louder, if you were hiding you would hear her steps fade away. An enemy would certainly like to sneak up on this fat bitch,quickly muzzle her mouth and stick a knife right in her back as she arched her back.Now imagine yourself on a battle field. All you saw was this Fat bitch with her belly and breasts jiggling if you were looking at her, attacking across an open field of battle. You have to hold your fire till that precise moment, Her boobs swaying and the attack yell getting closer and closer. Her tits coming straight for you, sword held high Could you imagine these fat boobs staring you right in the face!Her stomach jiggling trying to go in for the kill. Sword held high with fire in her eyes. At that moment you know you have to kill or be killed. This fat bitch has been waiting for this day. You wait till you see the whites in her eyes. She is coming in for the kill. Your superior finally yells out "Fire" At that moment all you see is boob flesh and a rebel yell and a massive amount of more boob flesh coming straight at you. You raise your pistol knowing that this fat bitch wants to used as target practice, and wants you to shoot her right between the eyes ,otherwise she coming straight forward to kill you and probably scalp you if she gains the advantage on you. You fire your pistol and within a moment, you see that you shoot your opponent, Officer Idiota Watamelons,perfect shot right between the eyes.Her chests leans back as her knees buckle.She gets that death stare as her eye cross in her head. She falls flat in front of you. Her life is over and your first kill shot is a real whopper of a fat bitch.Unfortunately the battle has just begun and there a more Officer Idiota Watamelons look a likes running also straight at you. You realize that it is true. There are to many of these fat bitches than bullets in your pistol. Here comes the next fat bitch coming straight at you. She looks just like the other fat bitch you just shot. She falls close to the first bitch.You know time is running out.