Series: Nikke
Characters: Anis, Bready, Commander
Contains: Female weight gain
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“I can’t believe Commander is off with Bready AGAIN! Seriously, that’s the fifth time this week!” Anis exclaimed and grumbled before she stuffed half a bar of splendamin into her mouth. “Do you know how it feels when you want to spend time with someone, but someone else swoops in and takes them away?” She asked, opening her fifth soda of the past hour.
Rapid stared blankly out the window. “No, I have no idea how that feels. I haven't had anything like that happen to me, ever.” She said, her expression deadpan and her tone flat.
“Why do you sound so uninterested? Come on, I’m pouring my heart out to you!” Anis smacked her hand on the table. The force carried through a slightly puffer arm, through a chest certainly more voluptuous than usual, and finally into a belly that folded more exaggeratedly than in the past. Anyone could look at Anis and realize she was pudgier than usual. The Commando squad hadn’t been sent to the surface as often lately, so they remained at the Outpost for most of the time. Thus, Anis had more time to eat snacks and chug soda.
The most obvious part of Anis’s weight was her stomach. She was currently slouching, so the crease of her belly was especially pronounced. Though even when upright, her belly was a puffy mound of flab. It managed to fill most of her lap to the point it tipped over her thighs and nearly reached her knees. That made it roughly the size of a basketball, but its soft and irregular edges made it harder to estimate. There was no mistake that this stomach was a product of Anis’s gluttony.
Her breasts were decently larger, each roughly half the size of her stomach. They strained her top and wobbled readily. The fabric partially compressed them, forcing the fat wider than purely round. This caused her bust to take up the entire front of her chest. Fat eclipsed her shoulders, obscuring their view entirely from the front.
Anis’s thighs had plumped noticeably, but they weren’t as extreme a change as her stomach and chest. Anis wasn’t aware of her weight, but she had the beginnings of a more top-heavy or faint hourglass shape. It would develop further if she weren’t careful…
Rapi was keenly aware of this. “You should control your snacking. You’re already starting to look like Bready.”
Anis was so surprised that she almost spat out her soda, but she would never allow that. She instead sucked the entire can’s worth down her throat. “I HAVE AN IDEA!” She exclaimed and crushed the can in her grasp. “Commander is practicing his cooking skills with Bready! All I have to do is tag along or get involved!”
“That sounds like a terrible idea,” Rapi murmured, only to be ignored.
“I gotta go find Commander, message me if you see him first! Alright, later!” Anis rushed outside and began to scour the area.
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While it only took an hour to find The Commander, Anis had to wait another week before she could learn how to bake. Commander and Bready met weekly to test recipes. This testing always concluded with Commander feeding Bready. Anis didn’t have the whole picture, but apparently, Bready couldn’t truly taste unless The Commander fed her. It still felt like their shared time was laced with ulterior motives.
‘Whatever,’ Anis thought as she dusted flour from her hands. The last of the baked goods were in the oven, but there was a whole table of snacks ready and waiting.
Bready had already cleaned up and sat down. It was obvious her belly was larger than Anis’s. It was fully exposed and rolled all the way to her knees. It didn’t spill over her thighs because those were pillar-like and wide enough to cup her stomach. It was lightly coated in flour, which gave it an uncanny resemblance to a lump of kneaded dough. She had a naturally voluptuous chest, but it appeared smaller than Anis’s.
Whereas Anis had the beginnings of a top-heavy build, Bready was thoroughly fleshing out a more pear-shaped distribution.
The Commander was aware of this, but he had no idea how to address it. He enjoyed learning how to bake, and feeding Bready was the price for teaching him. Anis was dead set on joining them, and he was worried how the snacks would impact her.
He decided it was better to keep his mouth shut. “I think these have cooled enough. Let’s start here.”
The Commander gently touched the top of a chocolate cake. It was delicate and spongy but also firm enough to lift in his hand. Bready leaned forward, her mouth opened expectantly. “Here you go,” The man murmured and put the end of the cake to Bready’s mouth.
Bready bit in gently, cooing softly as she savored the taste. “Ah, just as expected. I can take in all the chocolatey taste, not just the ingredients that made it. Nothing beats being fed by you, Bonne Bouche. Even the molten chocolate center of the cake is rich with complexities~” She cooed and went for another bite.
Anis watched this with an annoyed expression. ‘Look at her. No shame at all. She’s even licking his fingers clean!’ She started to grit her teeth. There was no way she’d just sit and watch. Anis stomped forward and leaned closer to The Commander. She opened her mouth like Bready had despite the embarrassment.
“Uh, Anis? What’re you doing?” The Commander asked nervously.
“Isn’t it obvious? Feed me something, too!” Anis demanded.
The Commander blinked. “But…your hands work, right?” He asked. Anis only glared harder. “Understood.” He grabbed another of the small cakes and began to feed it to Anis. ‘I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this. Anis is cute, though.’ He thought as he watched Anis nibble away.
Anis took bite after bite. The cake was good, but she was too focused on The Commander to think about it. She gripped his wrist like a vise and didn’t stop nibbling until the last of the cake was eaten. Then, she popped each of The Commander’s fingers into her mouth, one after the other. She licked each clean before letting go.
‘She’s acting different today.’ The Commander thought as he wiped his fingers off. He then paused to think about all the eccentric behaviors from the Nikke he knew. ‘Could be par for the course, actually.’
“Anyways, how about the cinnamon rolls?” The Commander asked. “Blanc and Noir have been wanting these lately, so I want to make sure the recipe is right.”
Bready giggled as she gently took hold of The Commander’s hand. She guided it to the cinnamon roll, then to her mouth after he grabbed it. She bit into the treat and hummed, seeming to ignore how she held the man’s arm against her cleavage. “Hmm, the frosting could be a little thinner, but you nailed the amount of cinnamon. We’ll work on it later.”
“I’ll be the judge of that!” Anis nudged between Bready and The Commander. During this, she thrust her chest forward. They smacked The Commander’s chest roughly as she bent his arm so she could bite into the cinnamon roll. She took as large a bite as she could, filling her cheeks with the chewy treat. “Ish…pretty good.” She chewed and swallowed hard.
Bready’s eyes narrowed slightly. It was such a faint shift that no one else noticed it. “I don’t mean to offend, but I’m an experienced taste tester. I know all the little things that can detract from a dish, and I’m trying to help Bonne Bouche hone his skills.” She bumped her hip against Anis. The move seemed subtle, but it had the power to knock Anis into a nearby chair. “But I can help you hone some skills, too.”
“Uh oh,” The Commander groaned. He had a feeling he knew where this was going.
“Bonne Bouche first practiced making bread. It’s a staple at many dinner tables, so it should always be palatable.” Bready picked up a fluffy dinner roll. She broke it in half to reveal the fluffy interior. “It should be good enough to eat alone, but a little butter is nice.” She slathered the bread in butter before she stuffed it into Anis’s mouth.
Anis was startled by the sudden shift…but the bread was amazing. It was like a fluffy cloud graced her tongue, a texture vastly superior to Splendamin’s dough-like texture. She swallowed the bread before a handful of chocolate chip cookies was forced past her lips.
“Chocolate chip cookies are another great place to start. They’re better when you make them from scratch, right? Get a good idea of the chewy texture and easy-to-melt chocolate chips.” Bready went on as she stuffed another handful of cookies into Anis’s mouth.
“They’re mff good but gmff!” Anis tried to speak, only to be stuffed again.
The Commander watched this, unsure of what to do. He looked at the other treats, selecting one of the fruit tarts they made. “Here, Bready, I think these turned out good.” He smiled nervously. The entire situation was beyond awkward. That was saying something…
Bready turned her head and took a bite. “Ooh, very good. I think you really nailed the fruit sauce this time. Great work, Bonne Bouche.” She said, hardly slowing her stuffing of Anis. She had grabbed a slice of baked cheesecake and easily crammed it down Anis’s throat.
Anis groaned around the sweet treats. They were all great, but she wasn’t learning the exact reasons. It was clear (even to her) that this wasn’t about learning. Her stomach swelled and rounded from how taut it was. She wasn’t a light eater, but this was too much for her. The speed and mass of food being forced into her gut was thrice the size of her largest binges.
The extra calories were quickly distributed across her frame. This came with softer love handles that hung over her shorts, some softness further up her abdomen, and a generous increase to her bust. Her tank top already had to stretch around her supple breasts, but now a roll managed to form over the fabric’s hem.
Things continued like that for a while longer.
Eventually, the taste testing ended, and The Commander helped Anis back to The Outpost. He had to lend the Nikke his shoulder while she dragged her feet. Anis hardly had her eyes open and feverishly fought off a food coma.
“Thanks for the help, Commander. I was starting to panic when she wanted to feed me raw flour.” Anis groaned, one hand on her overly stuffed stomach. It had started to soften during the walk home, but it was still rounder than a large basketball. This mass squished against the Commander’s side while Anis’s right boob smooshed against his chest.
“Maybe you wouldn’t have gotten covered in flour if I were a little faster. You can use the shower in my room if you want. I’m sure there’s hot water.” The Commander said as the two continued along. He had to occasionally adjust Anis’s position, which caused her soft, heavy body to rub against his. ‘I just hope no one sees me like this.’
Some of the Nikke had become possessive lately. Seeing The Commander dragging Anis into his bedroom would not go unquestioned. So, The Commander looked around the hall before he quickly scurried into his room.
The Commander took Anis to the bathroom and was about to leave when Anis grabbed his jacket. She tugged him back toward her and groaned exaggeratedly. “I’m totally wiped out. Lend me a hand, would ya?” Anis asked, refusing to let go.
“Of course,” The Commander turned and started to help Anis undress. He slipped her jacket off her shoulders with ease, but he hesitated as he grabbed her tank top. The only response Anis gave was raising her arm and looking at him half expectantly and half tiredly. “We’re going to talk about your behavior later.”
The Commander lifted Anis’s tank top over her head, blushing slightly as he saw her chest. Anis’s breasts readily flopped free atop her belly. There was a soft, meaty thwap upon impact before the fleshy globes quivered. The Commander had noticed Anis’s weight gain, but only now did it register how soft she was.
Back in the kitchen, her stomach had been firm from how stuffed it was. Now the food had a chance to digest, and Anis’s body had softened incredibly. Each of her breasts was now larger than her head, they displayed their weight, but there was a type of perk to them. They didn’t sag limply, no. They boasted some elasticity that kept them aloft, and her belly helped to support them. One could see how the soft fronts of fat pressed gently upon each other. They morphed slightly, causing two indents from where Anis’s bust pressed down on belly fat.
Anis’s stomach had lost its mostly rounded shape as her food digested. Its curves were more sloping and broad, and the front had developed a slight roll in line with her belly button. This shape could eventually unfurl outward into a doughy double belly, but that was only if Anis continued her current path. The momentum was in place, though, so perhaps it was inevitable. Anis might one day have a gut that hung to her knees. For now, it only rested atop her thighs.
“That’s going to make the shorts difficult.” The Commander groaned as he moved his hands to Anis’s weight. He gripped the belt loops of her shorts and tugged. It was partially difficult because Anis was seated. Nikke already weighed over a ton, and Anis’s added girth didn’t make it any easier. The Commander tugged again, sending a wave of jiggles across Anis’s body. A few more, and she jostled in place. This caused her to lazily roll onto her side.
“I guess that might make it easier.” The Commander pulled again before his eyes widened. He hadn’t noticed yet, but Anis’s rump was compressed by her shorts. Each inch of fabric pulled down revealed more and more of her left butt cheek. It swelled like rising dough, smooth and pale in complexion. This was a place kept perfectly round, curves stretching on and on in an aesthetically flawless arc. There were plenty of Nikke with as ample butts as they had chests, but The Commander knew Anis surpassed all of them.
The Commander quickly pulled her shorts down and tossed them aside. He had to hurry and shower Anis, wrap her up in a few towels, and then get out of there. He pulled more, tugging Anis’s shorts and panties down before he prepared himself.
This preparation was physical. He needed to drag Anis to the shower as she seemed too out of sorts to help. Another preparation was admittedly foolish, but the Commander undressed to his underwear. He didn’t want to get his uniform soaked, and it would be impossible to avoid while showering Anis.
“Here we go. Just try and work with me a little.” The Commander murmured under his breath as he scooped Anis up by her underarms. He strained and lifted, dragging her toward the shower. He already had the hot water running, so he just had to-
Slip.
The Commander slipped and fell on his back. Anis fell atop him, so her padded rump was right over his boxers. The Commander tensed while Anis idly groaned. She was hardly jostled in the fall, but The Commander was pinned in place. He tried to wriggle free, but the position of his lower body made that difficult. Each twist of his hips rubbed him against Anis. Even as he shifted higher, her supple back fat was just as soft and inviting.
Eventually, Anis rolled onto her side. This was only after the Commander was 90% freed, but he accepted it. He grabbed the shower head, detached it, and began to hose Anis down.
Water droplets poured over the sluggish Nikke. These droplets formed pools between rolls and ran over curves. Her skin began to shine from the moisture, and clinging bits of flower and powdered sugar flowed down the drain.
“I’m bringing this up during the next counseling session.” The Commander grumbled as he nudged his foot under Anis’s side. He was too exhausted to be gentle, so he swiftly flipped his foot upward.
Anis’s body was slippery enough that she flopped onto her back. “Ow! Hey, what’s the big idea?” Anis asked, her eyes finally opening. She wasn’t fully out of her stupor, but she recognized the haphazard handling.
The Commander was tempted to aim the shower head at Anis’s face. The corner of her mouth was lined with crumbs and frosting, after all. “Why did you start an eating competition with Bready? That’s just as bad an idea as taste testing for Emma.”
Anis looked away. “Ugh, I have no idea what you’re talking about! I was just trying to keep her from getting any fatter! I mean, look at her!”
“Yeah, and look at you.” The Commander aimed the shower head at Anis’s face.
Anis began to sputter as the water rushed over her face. She flailed her hands for a moment before she got to her feet. What happened next was purely instinct, but she pressed The Commander against the wall. She used her well-upholstered body to pin the man in place and angle the shower head away. That was when she remembered she was naked, and her chest was squished right up to the Commander’s.
Anis blushed. “Uh…I didn’t think this through…” She chuckled nervously but didn’t move away. ‘But maybe…I can work with this.’ A small smile began to creep across her face. She didn’t plan to move away for quite a while…
THE END