CM: Blanc and Noir Cake (Patreon)

Series: Nikke

Characters: Blanc, Noir, Commander

Contains: Massive female weight gain

Commission

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Blanc brought her foot down roughly, a subtle jiggle shaking her naturally plump thighs. “The counseling sessions are booked solid again!” She growled, the sound coming off more cute than frustrated. “The schedule opens for a second and instantly fills!”

“And the only open spots are when we perform…” Noir murmured as she twiddled her thumbs. Whereas Blanc was frustrated, Noir looked on the brink of tears. 

The issue had gone on for months now. The Commander was always a busy man, but the bunny twins could still regularly see him. Usually at Coin Rush, during counseling sessions, or barging into his room. 

The cause of this? Other Nikke. A cold war constantly raged over who could spend time with The Commander. It had been manageable until a new variable was added. Some Nikke were fat now. Their bodies were designed to function similarly to human ones. Thus, it was natural that they could gain weight. Why remained to be seen. Either way, fatter Nikke could physically block out others. 

Blanc grinned and clenched her fist. “But that all changes now!” She held her phone up to Noir. On it was a message from Crust, a member of the Cooking Oil squad. “Soon enough, we’ll be too big to ignore!”

“Right!” Noir met Blanc’s energy as she read the message. 

Their plan had moved from pending to step one!

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“Hi! Welcome, Noir and Blanc!” Crust greeted the two Nikke as they entered her kitchen. “Thank you so much for trusting me with your order!” 

The bunny twins followed the tiny chef into the most exclusive kitchen in all the Ark. They looked around in awe, but something was missing.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but where’s the cake?” Blanc asked. 

“From your message, we thought it was ready to go,” Noir added.

Crust giggled. “The cake isn’t ready, but the recipe is! I wanted to show a test before I make the real thing.” She rang a small bell, and another Nikke entered.

Bready held a cake platter in her hand. Atop it was a small, round cake. It was decorated with luscious frosting and glistened in the kitchen light. “Hope you don’t mind if I taste test this.” Bready didn’t wait for an answer and brought her fork down. She scooped a bite into her mouth and moaned softly from the exquisite flavor.

Blanc and Noir’s eyes widened. In a single blink, Bready’s belly swelled outward. It had already been supple, but now it doubled in size. Crust took a second bite, and it happened again. The curve of her belly became broader, the lowest point hung further over her waist, and the sides thickened like rising dough. 

“Mmm~” Bready cooed. “All the freshest ingredients, lovingly prepared, and the intentions behind its design…Bonne Bouche will be pleased.”

Blanc and Noir blushed. Noir was too flustered to say anything, so Blanc stepped forward. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. This doesn’t have anything to do with the Commander!” Sh\e lied.

Bready kept eating, her body becoming fuller and rounder with each bite. Her hips flared out, her breasts swelled, and her arms and thighs thickened. “Mhm, you two are going to eat until you’re too big to be ignored. I bet you’ll go a step further and have the Commander feed yo-”

Crust stuffed another forkful of cake into Bready’s mouth. “Now, now, our job is to prepare the cake! We shouldn’t pry any further.” 

Crust’s words relieved the twins. 

“However,”

The twins were nervous again.

“I need to bring in outside help.” Crust looked at the order specifications. “I can make a massive cake with this budget…but I don’t know how to make it massive. With the venue you rented, I’d need to calculate height and width…” She smiled nervously and rubbed her head. “Can I hire Mighty Tools to make blueprints for it? Hehe, blueprints for a cake!”

This managed to make everyone laugh, except for Bready, who polished off the sample cake and modeled nearly two hundred extra pounds.

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The Commander looked at his phone once more. Blanc and Noir had invited him to a private party, and Blanc had been very insistent that he had to come. When he asked if the party could be moved a week…Noir warned she was about to cry.

So, the Commander had moved any and all appointments for this. 

The oddest part was that the party wasn’t at Coin Rush, nor the studio where Blanc and Noir practiced. This made The Commander wary. He had been surprised more than once by the Arc’s Nikke. Even Noir and Blanc had pulled fast ones on him.

“I’m just being paranoid.” The Commander murmured and put his phone away. He stepped into a convention center. It didn’t take long to find the ballroom the twins had rented. “Wait…a whole ballroom? No way this isn’t a trick.” He sighed before his nose twitched. The air smelled sweet, almost oppressively so.

The Commander opened the door and was astonished at the sight of a massive cake. It towered so high that he had to crane his neck to see it all. It nearly touched the high ceiling, and it was wide enough to reach opposite ends of the room. It was undoubtedly enough cake to feed every Nikke in the Arc.

“Heya, Pit Boss!” Blanc rushed over and hugged the Commander. She grinned from ear to ear and grabbed his right hand. “Come on, come on!”

Noir arrived seconds later. “H-hello Pit Boss!” Her voice wavered as she tentatively hugged the man. She then grabbed his left hand and pulled. “Thank you for coming on short notice…”

“What’s with the cake?” The Commander asked. He couldn’t think of any celebration that demanded a cake this massive. 

The twins didn’t reply. They each grabbed a slice of cake in their spare hands. They fed each other with perfect synchrony. The Commander was surprised a second time when Blanc and Noir gained fifty pounds each. 

This was enough to give each bunny girl soft, rounded bellies. Noir’s was the largest and already showed signs of a curved wave. It wasn’t far-fetched to think she’d get a double belly eventually. Blanc’s stomach was smaller but perfectly round like a dollop of cream. One glance revealed some of the pounds on her hips and butt. Her fish nets dug gently into the expanded curves, which bulged around every line. 

“I…can understand now.” The Commander laughed nervously as the bunny girls nuzzled into his sides. “Didn’t think anyone would go this over the top, though.”

Blanc puffed her cheeks out. “Really?” She jabbed a finger at The Commander’s chest. “You were spending all your time with other fat Nikke!”

“A lot of the time I PHYSICALLY couldn’t get away!” 

Noir squeezed The Commander’s arm tightly. “Well, you won’t get away from us either! We’ll all be here until you feed Blanc and me all of this!”

“Uh…I’ll have to reschedule tomorrow’s plans then.” The Commander reached out for the cake. It wasn’t elegant, but he scooped a handful of it. Noir leaned in, eyes closed and mouth open. ‘She’s so cute…’

Noir nibbled on the cake as it was offered to her. Small bites gradually turned larger. She grabbed The Commander’s wrist to hold it steady as she licked frosting from his fingers. Each nibble, bite, and lick caused her to gain weight. Her black leotard stretched around her belly. It was so taut that there was a visible tent over her belly button. 

Noir’s breasts also started to bulge. It was no massive gain, but tanned flesh bulged around the top of her suit. Left, right, forward, it was like a dam that had no idea of the coming flood.

“Ehem!” Blanc cleared her throat and frowned. “She shoved the Commander’s hand into the cake and pulled it back with a larger hunk. She immediately started to bite into it and made a bigger show of sucking frosting from The Commander’s fingers. 

Blanc’s belly remained round and lagged behind Noir’s. It was slightly larger than a basketball and started to stretch out to the sides. A fair amount of that squishing was because she pushed her stomach against the Commander. Soft fat easily morphed around his slender abdomen. “Don’t be nervous! Just do what feels natural, Pit Boss!” Her confident grin instantly turned to an embarrassed gasp.

The Commander had reached behind Blanc and squeezed her volleyball-sized butt cheeks. More fat had packed into the bubbly cheeks, and it was just as soft as her belly. This grab had started as light-hearted payback, but quickly turned passionate. Blanc’s butt cheek was so soft that it bulged between The Commander’s fingers. It was impossible not to fondle and play with it!

“O-ok, focus on that cake, not mine! There’s a lot and I don’t want it wasted!” Blanc squeaked and pawed at The Commander’s chest. ‘I can’t lose momentum like that. How will I handle being massive when I get this flustered from my butt being squeezed?!’ She thought before another gasp ripped from her.

Noir had groped Blanc’s other butt cheek. “Wow, they really are soft. Like a marshmallow.”

“Right?!” The Commander agreed.

“Noir!” 

“S-sorry!” Noir apologized. 

It was a miracle the twins hadn’t fed themselves before The Commander arrived. The two supported each other ceaselessly, so they’d adore each other as chubby bunnies. 

THEY COULD DO THAT LATER!

The Commander reached out for two handfuls of cake. He took a bolder step and pressed his hands to Blanc and Noir’s mouths. They started to eat, and he watched them gain weight. ‘This cake is insane. I bet they went to Crust.’ He thought and grabbed more cake. He had no clue how carried away this would become. Only a few handfuls made them gain over a hundred pounds. ‘Yeah, they needed a ballroom for more than just the cake.’

Oh well, The Commander tossed all worries aside. He continued to feed the twins cake and drank in the sight. Their curves expanded, their assets were enlarged, their texture softened, and their nuzzling became bolder. 

Again, these two were dangerous with their ability to sync. They were aware of that and moved as one. They sandwiched the Commander between them. Their fat squished and morphed around it. The rolls drew him in. Any idea of anything outside the ballroom ceased to exist.

“Commander~” Blanc pouted. “I’m sooooo hungry! Can’t you feed me more?” She leaned in and kissed The Commander’s chin.

Noir stammered before any complete words came out. “M-me too! I’ll faint if you don’t feed me!” She hugged The Commander’s arm tightly. Her cleavage swallowed the limb and then his entire chest.

Those few handfuls of cake had extreme results on the two Nikke. Their bodies overwhelmed The Commander. There was no room to move when they came from both sides. Any attempt to squirm caused them to jiggle…which proved sensitive. They moaned into his ears and clung tighter.

Noir maintained the larger belly, but the most extreme leap came from her breasts. Just one boob was larger than a yoga ball. They weren’t as round as yoga balls, but that hardly registered to her or The Commander. Noir simply continued to press the massive globs of fat against him, unaware or uncaring that they were primed to leap free. Her bunny suit did its best to hold them back, but it was like holding a gallon of marshmallow fluff in cupped hands. It squeezed the malleable flesh as it bulged and rolled onward. They also spread just as wide. They weren’t as flat as pancakes, but without adequate support, they rolled over the slope of her belly. The middle was pressed together to form her deep cleavage, but the outsides were slightly flabbier. These were rolls large enough to overflow The Commander’s hands.

Her stomach continued to round, and it now sagged to the middle of her thighs. It was unimaginably soft and practically begged The Commander’s hands to squeeze it. He groped a meaty love handle that wasn’t contained by fabric. The fat was supple and doughy. Each squeeze caused Noir to fidget. She shifted closer and pressed her gut against The Commander. This caused her to press the yoga ball-sized gut against his toned abdomen. 

“That feels nice…Pit Boss~” Noir wrapped her chunky arms and hugged him tightly. This forced the man’s head between her breasts. She squeezed harder and harder, suddenly desperate for his touch. 

Noir squeezed her thighs together. They had become incredibly rolly. Her thighs bulged, but they also sagged. Her thighs rolled past the sides of her knees, and her calves and shins puffed into lumps that sagged over her ankles. 

“I want you to make me bigger, Pit Boss. So big that you won’t need anyone else…aside from Blanc!” Noir squished her puffy cheeks against The Commander’s head. She nuzzled against him as her heart fluttered.

The Commander felt another set of cheeks. Although these were different…

Blanc had spun around and pressed her butt back against The Commander. The cheeks had grown in size and softness. Any part of the Commander’s lower half that wasn’t pressed to Noir’s belly was now smothered by Blanc’s butt. She pressed her hips back, rotated them, and bounced slightly. Her thighs were thicker than Noir’s, and they maintained a curved shape. Whereas Noir’s legs were swallowed in rolls, Blanc’s remained shapely. 

Blanc’s angle caused back fat and thick shoulders to rub against the Commander. Her hands remained busy filling her cheeks with cake, though. Each bite added to her thickness. Her hips rolled out until she was half as wide as she was tall. 

Her belly swelled. It didn’t lag as far behind as it had earlier, but her hips and butt still dominated her figure. The fabric of her bunny suit struggled to contain it. Small hopes appeared, and fat bubbled through them. It had yet to fully tear open, as it didn’t struggle as much with her breasts. They had only just become as large as her head. That was a far cry from Noir, but it was a significant leap.

“Pit Boss” Blanc looked over her shoulder and winked. “Noir and I are already so big, but we aren’t even a quarter of the way through. How big do you want us” She asked teasingly and slowed her movements. Every move was made with intent. The slow, dragging movement allowed The Commander to feel every slight ripple in Blanc’s thick butt.

The Commander paused. Blanc and Noir glanced between each other before the man reached out. He wrapped both arms as far around their waists as they’d go. They were pulled closer with surprising strength. 

“I-” The Commander started. “Want you both as big as you can get! I’ll make sure you eat everything here! After that…I might even order you more!” 

“That’s the spirit!” Blanc kissed The Commander’s cheek. “Better get this out of the way!” She took another bite of cake. That was the death blow to her bunny suit. It split down the middle, and she peeled the rest of her. Creamy smooth skin packed with fat was exposed, curves going on and on in a supple field of white. 

“Now for Noir.” The Commander scooped cake into Noir’s mouth. He continued to push his hand forward. This forced the cake into the Nikke’s mouth. It was slow and manageable, but Noir understood she had to hurry. 

Noir ate obediently. She leaned in and devoured everything offered to her, going so far as to lick the Commander’s fingers clean each time. Her breasts flopped free of her bunny suit before her belly tore it down the middle. It was The Commander who pulled the fabric away to reveal deeply tanned flesh. He then groped at it while Noir panted excitedly. She couldn’t hold back and kissed The Commander.

Only after ensuring all the frosting was clean from her lips, though!

“Wooo!” Blanc cheered as she pressed herself to The Commander’s back. She nibbled his shoulder and blew air gently onto his ear. “Now that I think about it…not a single Nikke is too fat to stand. Wanna change that?~” Blanc couldn’t wait to watch The Commander stuff her sister into the first immobile Nikke.

Which is why she was surprised when The Commander turned to her. Noir watched from over his shoulder, excitedly. The Commander had only fed each with one hand so far. This time, he grabbed as much cake as both hands could. He pressed it to Blanc’s chubby face, and she ate it without thought. Her body simply acted on its own.

“Omff mfff nomph!” Blanc chewed through the cake, but it never ended. The growth was so rapid and widespread that she felt even her face fatten. Her cheeks rounded and melded with her extra chin and thickened neck. Fat poured over her shoulders and into her arms. The limbs would be too heavy to feed herself quickly now. They were nothing like the powerful, slender limbs that propelled their owner around a pole…

Blanc’s stomach rushed forward as a doughy mound of blubber. It grew so quickly that it jiggled in a steady, constant wave. From just beneath her chest, down past her navel, and around to her love handles. It was all caught in this steady wobble. The fat became thicker, and Blanc’s belly stretched out further in front of her. It flowed over her thighs, which were still wide enough to be seen at her sides. However, each leg started to buckle with excitement and exertion. 

The rate her weight skyrocketed surprised Blanc. It was like her body couldn’t keep up with the swell of calories. Her butt became too heavy to lift before she knew it. She flopped to the ground and wobbled. Her hips had swelled to the width of a two-person sofa, but The Commander’s insistent hand caused them to grow beyond that. Finally, her butt cheeks rose to the middle of her back. It kept her stable, but it was apparent that these cheeks would never leave the ground. Well, unless they used a crane to lift her. Even then, that was a huge maybe.

The Commander had to lean against Blanc’s belly. His knees dug in gently, and he held his chest over the immobilized Nikke. He squeezed Blanc’s cheeks in his hands and held another piece of cake in front of her mouth.

“When did you get this sexy Pit Boss?!” Blanc exclaimed before she was fed more.

Noir watched all of this excitedly. “Look at Blanc grow. She looks so beautiful like this…I wanna be that beautiful. Um, Pit Boss? Can I have a turn?” She asked. 

Noir’s hands fidgeted. In the series of anxious movements, she started to fondle her belly. She worked the tanned flab as if it were dough. Slightly thick fingers sank in. Plush fat morphed around them in a way The Commander couldn’t ignore. He reached out and groped Noir’s belly. She was flustered, but pushed the man’s hand deeper instead of away. 

Blanc was slightly dazed from her growth. The rapid growth was more intense than she expected. By the time she came out of it, she saw the Commander feeding Noir. It was similar to her feeding. Two hands overflowing with cake, pressed to an adorable round face that nibbled away as fast as it could. The Commander’s silhouette was so small compared to Noir’s. His back looked much smaller compared to Noir’s bloated outline. 

Noir glanced between The Commander, the cake, and herself. Like Blanc, she saw her cheeks fill outward. She licked her lips to clear some frosting, and that was enough to add pounds to her face. 

A small glance to the side revealed bulky shoulders that descended into thicker arms. Fat spilled in both directions, not just sagging on the underside. The upper halves swelled like rising dough. Gravity caused it to shift inward toward her breasts and outward to join growing bingo wings. 

The growth to Noir’s breasts was the same as earlier. The shape was further developed, with increased weight and thus the sloped shape. They were flabbier on the outside, round where they squished in a deep cleavage. They rolled out until their front curves were beyond her reach. 

Noir didn’t know when she sat down, but she knew it was for the last time. There was no way she could pull herself up. Her body grew in a way that her arms couldn’t reach beyond her circumference. She swelled out in an almost circular shape. Her belly rolled forward smoothly until it reached her feet. It was a giant, thick sheet of pure doughy fat. Her entire front was nothing more than a wall of pudge. The lowest curve was flat at the front, then slowly started to curve back. This rose to love handles that rested atop mostly buried hips. They were decently padded, but her body type didn’t give them enough fat to beat out her belly. 

Behind Noir was a back lined with more fat rolls that rested atop a boxier backside than Blanc’s. It was curved enough to feed into her circular grandeur, but it was not as voluminous as Blanc’s. That was fine. Both were fat, and both were being fed by The Commander. 

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The party of three rolled on. There was still plenty of cake left. It had been fed to the two Nikke piece by piece, handful by handful. Their bodies continued to grow in their unique shapes. Blanc’s hips and butt continued to roll outward and swell higher, and Noir’s belly rolled forward until it squished against Blanc’s. The Commander lost the space between them and had to start climbing them. This was nice as he could reach more of the cake, and also avoid the collapse he assumed was coming. 

Other issues arose in distance. The Commander could perch himself between Noir’s breasts easily enough. Then he ran out of cake. “Excuse me.” The Commander tried to move, but Noir was too busy licking his fingers clean. “I need my hand back, please.” He cooed.

It was true. The Commander needed both hands. He braced them on Noir’s arm, which was now too fat to move. The upper arms had further bulged outward, and they rolled past the elbow up to puffy wrists. The Commander gripped this bulging flab like a lifeline. One slip and he’d roll all the way to the ground.

“Or maybe not.” The Commander looked down. It was just the slope of Noir’s belly that slammed into Blanc’s. “I’d probably get stuck between them…” He trailed off. That wasn’t a bad thought… Feeding the two was fun, but it was an arduous task. He grabbed more cake and shimmied back to Noir’s face. He straddled Noir’s breasts during this. The fat was too supple to walk on. It felt more stable (felt good in general) to squeeze it between his thighs and inch across. 

“Pit Boss, pat my head.” Noir pouted and looked at him expectantly.

The Commander sighed. It wasn’t an exhausted one, though. It was the stormy mixture of physical fatigue, but also the endearing cuteness of a massive blob of a Nikke. He reached out and patted Noir’s head at the cost of laying the cake on her chins and neck. “Never change, Noir…although you were bold when you kissed me earlier.”

Noir glanced away nervously. 

“Piiiiiiiiiit Booooooooooss!” Blanc shouted. She had to at this point. Her and Noir’s heads had been pushed further apart as they grew fatter. The pair couldn’t flood his ears with seductive whispers. 

It did amuse the three when a feeding moment got interrupted with the blob on standby, though.

“I also want a head pat. Maybe a little kiss, too~” Blanc winked, a gesture almost fully obscured by a fat, rounded cheek. 

The Commander gave Noir another pat on the head before taking a running start. Each footfall caused his feet to sink into Noir’s thick fat. His balance shifted wildly as he went, but he managed to carry on. His steps took him across the mass of Noir’s breasts before he leaped into the air. 

Arms and legs spread wide open, The Commander landed on Blanc’s belly. He sank in before the fat sprang back and nearly sent him flying again. He maintained a firm grip on Blanc’s fat to prevent this. He waited until the jiggling stopped before he climbed to the immobile Nikke’s face, scooping a handful of cake as he went. 

“Nice jump, Pit Boss~” Blanc cooed as The Commander kneeled in front of her face. She accepted the cake and giggled through her mouthful as The Commander patted her head. She slowly locked her lips clean before she looked expectantly at the man. “And my kiss?”

The Commander lowered himself. He supported his upper body with his arms, and they sank into the fat around her cheeks, neck, and shoulders. He ignored this and kissed Blanc. 

The kiss went on longer than The Commander would ever admit if asked. That time was infinitely smaller than the feeding that followed, though. The Commander fed Blanc for a time, then he went back to Noir. The cycle continued for hours as the cake was diminished and the Nikke gained exponentially. 

The floor was long since gone, and fat stacked higher and higher over it. The lowest rolls and folds of Blanc and Noir’s bodies were taller than The Commander, and their highest peaks neared the ceiling. They were pressed against three of the four walls, the fourth spared only because the cake was in the way. 

Every part of Blanc and Noir grew to even more extreme proportions. Their shapes remained somewhat the same. In the sense that Noir was more belly and chest dominated, and Blanc was wider and more bottom-heavy. 

Beyond that, the Nikke were just mounds of folds, rolls, and piles of fat. They were beyond immobility, beyond sizes that should be possible. Their arms and legs were wholly taken over by fat. They were buried somewhere in it all their mass. The only indicators of where their arms could be were the flabbier pile of rolls at their sides. Their legs were at least taken over in the immense masses of their thighs, but their feet were buried just like their hands. 

Their bellies pressed against each other and forced each other upward. Smooth curves stretched on and on. It hardly mattered that Noir’s belly was larger when both had stomachs that could fill a standard-sized room. Mattresses were nowhere near close enough to compare, in thickness or softness. They were alike in unparalleled softness, impossible size, and consistent growth. 

Noir’s breasts dominated the top of her belly. The tanned globs rolled over and pressed down atop her belly, partially flattening it. Their furthest curves were near the apex of her belly, but they couldn’t manage to roll over the point. From the lowest curve to the highest peak was three times The Commander’s height. The cleavage was deep enough that he could become trapped within it, if he fell that was. 

Blanc's breasts couldn’t hold a candle to Noir’s. They were a quarter of the size, which was still daunting to anyone else. However, if The Commander slipped into Blanc’s cleavage, his head and upper chest would still be exposed. 

The sisters shared wide hips, but Blanc's managed to stretch yards wider and still manage greater peaks. They were like pale twin mountains, ones The Commander would perch himself upon if he had the time. There were a lot of things he wanted to do when he found the time…

At the center of all this fat were Blanc and Noir’s heads. Their necks were each flabby and rolling, dipping into their cleavage and flowing across their shoulders. Their cheeks were mounds at the sides of their heads, and their chins numbered no less than a dozen each. Still, these shapes added to their cuteness. Noir wielded this additional fluff in cute expressions that nearly caused The Commander to double over. Blanc managed to turn her face into one so smug that The Commander couldn’t help but squeeze her. 

It seemed this would continue until the cake was gone, but an ominous croak alerted the group. That croaked noise rose in a crescendo of cracks as the walls began to splinter around them.

“Uh oh,” the trio uttered in unison. The walls couldn’t withstand the weight of Blanc and Noir any longer. Their hips and butts had pressed against them for hours, and the weight only increased. It had reached the point of breaking, and the chain reaction couldn’t be stopped. Once the first wall caved, the other two did the same. 

The roof followed!

“Not the cake!” Blanc exclaimed as she watched building materials fall into the remnants. 

“Forget the cake! Pit Boss!” Noir called out. The Commander had been on Blanc when everything started to collapse. She tried to see him but only managed a glimpse. 

The Commander tumbled down Blanc’s belly in the chaos. Her fat was too soft to grab a proper handful. Falling building materials also kept everything wobbling and bouncing. The Commander had no way to slow his descent, and he eventually slipped between Blanc and Noir’s bellies. There, he was trapped like fruit embedded in jello.

Once the dust had settled, Blanc and Noir could only stare at each other. They felt something squished between them that could only be The Commander. Neither could do anything to help him, though. So, they stared at each other.

“...Blanc, you look super pretty.” Noir eventually said.

“I was going to say the same thing. You are the cutest blob of blubber I have ever seen.” Blanc giggled as the two began to share compliments back and forth. 

They planned to do that until someone came to investigate the ruckus and damage. Hopefully, whoever that was would free Pit Boss so he could join the conversation.

THE END