You made me laugh to hard and i hate you for it
-Polybius


>platoon sergeant walks out to greet his new recruits 
>sees his drill sergeants sweating faces 
>Looks out to see all of his recruits are thick thighed lolis
>an entire Platoon on of thick thighed lolis Hardest job on earth 
>crawling around in mud 
>giggling from showers 
>Carries around a squirt bottle NO. NO! NO WEIRD YURI SHIT YOU PRIVATES
>drill sgt has learned to carry around a stick 
>patrolling the bunks at night when he hears a heated giggle 
>clicks on light and sees two pairs of eyes in a bunk 
>"ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT OUT OUT OUT" 
>Whacks stick on floor repeatedly while barking orders 
>"KYAAAAAAAAA" 
>"OH THAT’S HOW WE'RE GONNA DO THIS, NO 'KYA DRILL SERGEANT'?" 
>Makes everybody get out of their bunks, hair astray 
>"ALRIGHT YOU MISERABLE THICK MAGGOTS, TIME TO MAKE THESE WALLS DRIP WITH EMOTION" 
>HALF RIGHT, FACE
>Morning PT 
>DS out in front calling mountain climbers 
>has to keep his brown top on to shield his eyes from jiggling butts and boobs 
>has to always run in the front so he can see them wobble when they run 
>is uncomfortably hot when they are doing combatives since even the army uniform can’t hide them curves 

>DSs all drinking coffee during down time together 
>One suddenly starts tearing up 
>"H-How can they be so cruel?!" 
>Another speaks up almost in shell shock 
>"One started crying after making her bed and held onto me, I couldn’t get her off. I don’t know how much more I can take..." 
>All the other DSs nod in agreement, mentally exhausted 

>Two of the recruits come down stairs giggling to each other, their uniforms fitting all too perfectly 
>Their faces when its only week 3
>female DSs face when all the loli privates say she is kawaii and try to hang on her all the time 
>"DS-chan you have such big boobies for a soldier!"
>when one of them drops because she's a heat casualty
>DSs faces when no one else will use the thermo
>You do it 
>Fuck that battle YOU do it, you’re female
>all the male DSs looking on while the female DS whips down the private's pants
>Teaching the recruits how to use PVS 14s 
>male DSs get all flustered whenever they need to help recruits adjust

>DSs are becoming more and more flustered as the soft bodied lolis become thicker but even more toned 
>A crackdown on running around without blouses and tying shirts has been in effect after 3 male privates in an adjacent company almost died of heart palpitations during area beautification 
>The lolis themselves have become bolder, and while at attention pout their chests out more than needed, or request DSs to hold their feet for situps 
>"DS can you show me how to shoot this pistol again?" 
>The mental assault has been unforgiving, but the male DSs hold onto their military bearings with sweaty but determined hands 
>The female kill hat however has given up any hope of rescue, and is constantly harrassed by the Lolis, but letting them braid her long blonde hair seems to keep them at bay 
>She does however still steel herself while being peppered with questions of what kind of panties she wears into battle
>Commanders face when the DSs demand answers and he can’t do dick because the war has been costly and all of them got waivers 
>Commanders face when a troop quota is a troop quota 
>Commanders face when the Male DSs start crying in frustration and the female DS's hair is so out of reg because the lolis won’t let it stay in a bun
>recruiters face when the recruitment packet hits his desk and it simply says "As many as you can get"
>Sergeant Majors face as the buses pull in 
>Supplies face when they don’t even have that number of smaller boot sizes and uniforms
>Senior DSs face when he walks out during reception and the entire company is bawling as they try to get their canteens squared away in the opening orders

> [Sweating] Mortar training with loli soldiers
>DS is eyeballing the fuck up crew who keeps putting their mortars the wrong end down on the hang 
>hears giggling a few spots away and rustling
>eyebrows furrow as running is heard 
>turns around to see they managed to fit two mortar rounds into the blouse of the smaller girl so it appeared she had missiles for tits 
>"R-Requesting target drill sergeant!" 
>shrill girlish laughter