Nikke: Viper Beach (Patreon)

Series: Nikke

Characters: Viper, Jackal

Contains: Weight gain

Commission

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The sun beat down on the secluded beach. This rare tropical paradise was one of the glittering diamonds in the ruined hellscape that was the surface. The Commander and select Nikke had been sent there for a photo shoot. Viper was one of those Nikke, but she hardly cared about the other Nikke and their pictures. She was more excited about being with The Commander, or she would be if he wasn’t off somewhere else.

“Honey, where could you have gone?” Viper murmured to herself and looked back and forth. The only thing she saw on the beach was Jackal…and she was eating fistfuls of sand.

Viper sighed as she waddled toward her hammock. The idea that she intended to fit her robust bulk in the unsteady fabric was absurd. Viper had a body that should use reinforced chairs with caution, let alone the flimsiest of lounge items. For starters, she was more than four times the width of the palm trees that supported the hammock.

Viper started by backing her body up to the hammock. She continued to scoot back until the fabric slid atop the shelf of her butt and was within reach of her puffy hands. She grabbed the further end and pulled the fabric up, opening the hammock for her. That allowed her to get her butt situation. Some shimmying and abundant jiggling spread the material on her thighs.

Now, Viper had to slowly shift her feet forward and lean her rump back into the hammock. If she went too quickly, then she would flop to the ground. If she went too slowly, then her legs would get tired. Either way, one screw up put her fat ass in the sand.

“I’ll just wait for him here.” Viper shifted her body onto her side. Her legs slipped into the hammock, and she leaned back to drag her belly in with her. This caused the hammock to swing back and forth, jostling and jiggling her as it did. She had to grip the edges of the hammock to ensure she didn’t get dumped into the sand. This might have been a beach trip, but she wasn’t interested in getting covered in sand.

There was plenty of space for the irritating material to stick to…From one hip to the other, Viper was roughly 150 centimeters wide. That meant she was wider than some double doorways, wider than Jackal was tall, and much too wide for a hammock.

A frilly white bikini bottom was stretched across this divide like a pristine tarp. The straps of the wide were hidden between her love handles and hips, while the front was entirely hidden by her belly. The only part visible was vastly dominated by her butt cheeks. Each was perfectly rounded with broad curves and a visibly supple texture. Then, because she was lying on her side, one cheek’s weight pressed down on the other, squishing it slightly.

Combined, Viper’s thighs were slightly wider than her hips. They were immense pillars of supple fat packed unimaginably thick. They pressed together, resting one atop the other like her butt cheeks. Heavy waves traveled over their broad curves as Viper idly lounged. A simple wag of her foot sent a wave through broad calves, fat-coated shins, and into her titanic thighs. Her knees had lost most of their definition. The buried joint was broader across than anyone’s hips, which just went to show how massive and obese Viper was.

Viper’s stomach was a greater monument to her gluttony. Her swimwear left it entirely exposed. Even the button-up sun shirt she wore didn’t cover any of it. Every curve was smooth, stretching on and wrapping around her body. The only disturbance was the fold over her belly button. Around that was purely soft, fluffy fat. There was ample space atop her thighs to rest, but the hammock also cupped the fat. It held it back like a dam, but some fat tried to curve over the hem and to the ground below. It would be capable of breaching that gap. Viper’s weight pulled the hammock until it was barely above the ground.

Viper’s breasts hung mostly supported by the slope of her belly. Two white triangles covered a portion of the globes of fat. Each was like a large melon, and each cup of the bikini top was about as wide as a dinner plate. Still, that left a majority of the skin exposed. Like the rest of Viper, her breasts had a luxuriously rounded shape to them. They stretched out as far as her arms could reach in front of her, and they were wide enough that she could barely cup them. That wasn’t to mention that they were so heavy they were outright difficult to lift.

Although Viper’s arms didn’t look capable of much. They weren’t as wide as her thighs in any sense. However, they were thick and rounded. Her upper arms were broader than her chest used to be. The same could almost be said for her forearms. Together, they were rounded, puffy limbs unbecoming of a Nikke. All they were good for was fiddling with her phone and stuffing food in her mouth.

Viper nibbled on a kebab as she looked at pictures of herself on her phone. “At least they’re feeding me well here.” She murmured and glanced further into the island. Anis and Neon were still busy at the grill. Viper could get food whenever she wanted…but walking to get it didn’t thrill her.

Viper directed her eye to her phone. Beyond the photos of her were some of The Commander. “I got some cute pics of Honey, again~” She giggled before she heard an odd noise.

It was some sort of strained sound that grew sharper in tone before there was a pop.

Viper’s eyes widened as she felt herself fall. A moment of weightlessness was quickly followed by the full brunt of her weight. The sand beneath her was compressed, forming a small crater. She splayed across the ground, her rounded face contorted in agitation and confusion.

“Ugh, dammit…Jackal!” Viper shouted as she tried to sit up. There was no way she could get up on her own. Even in bed, she had to rely on some space between her in the ground. Whenever she tried to sit up, her breasts pressed against her face. Beyond that was the weight of her belly, which only rippled and jiggled when she tried to sit up. Her body was too wide to roll onto her side, too. Her feeble arms and legs were incapable of pushing, pulling, or otherwise aiding her in any way. All Viper could do was lie on the ground like the helpless fatty she was.

Until Jackal helped her, that is.

Viper heard rapid footfalls on the sand before something hit her side. Jackal had run toward the sound of Viper’s voice before she ran into the giant pale lump. Viper’s body was so soft and packed with fat that Jackal was sent twirling into the air.

“Hey, watch it!” Viper groaned. Her body had shifted to the right only to flip back into place. Her body jiggled with enough force that her head was jostled. The tremors settled shortly across her thighs, but her belly and chest were more mobile. Every jiggle of her belly transferred to her breasts, pushing them against her face. She reached out with her arms, but they got tired and fell back to her side. “Seriously, help me up! Hurry before Honey sees!”

Jackal hopped back to her feet. Jackal was petite and puny despite her appetite and propensity to eat anything. “Woah! I thought you were a pile of sand, Viper!” Jackal giggled and threw her body against the side of Viper’s belly again. This time she landed on her feet and seemed ready to leap again.

“Stop that! Help me up!” Viper tried to grab Jackal, but her tubby fingers couldn’t catch Jackal’s swift feet.

“Why? You can’t get up yourself?” Jackal asked and ran a few circles around Viper. “You’re super big! I can’t just pull you up. Uh, maybe if I-“ Jackal grabbed Viper’s right hand, then rolled over to the stuck Nikke’s left side.

Jackal dug her feet into the sand and started to tug. It wasn’t a smooth pull at all, instead a series of jerking yanks that rocked Viper back and forth. This caused Viper to jiggle even more chaotically. Her bikini bottom was wedged further between her butt cheeks, and her top threatened to slip off the voluptuous mounds of her breasts. Everything between and around these parts was jostled uncontrollably. Viper felt that her body wobbled more than the adjacent sea, but she couldn’t do anything about it.

“Hehe, Commander! Look, Viper looks just like a beached whale!” Jackal shouted and giggled as she tried to roll Viper over. She only managed to jostle and drag Viper in a half circle before she stopped trying. Instead, she bounced herself against Viper’s stomach once again.

“Don’t call Honey over!” Viper flailed around. She truly couldn’t flip herself over, no matter how hard she tried. Her feeble attempts exhausted her, leaving her helpless. She tried to lift one leg, only for it to thump into the sand below. Every part of her was too heavy or bulky to cooperate. Worst of all, she was getting covered in sand. It was all over her back rolls, the backs of her thighs, and her butt cheeks. It now started to cling to her sides, and some tossed material spread across her belly.

Jackal paused. “Do you not want Commander to see you? I can bury you, but that’d be hard.” Jackal wracked her brain. “Digging a big hole could be fun, or I could cover you in more sand…Oh! Maybe you’ll blend in if I feed you a bunch of sand!”

Never before did Viper want to hit someone so badly. ‘I need to get up somehow. Honey seeing me like this isn’t ideal, but I can’t stand the thought of them seeing me in this state.’ Viper pursed her lips as she thought of the stuck-up Underworld Queen members. Rosanna and Sakura.

Viper was left with few options. So, she came up with her own. “Jackal, you were having fun bouncing off my stomach, right?” She looked at Jackal rapidly nodding. “Great. You can do that all you want if you bring me as many skewers as you can carry.”

If Viper was helplessly stuck on her back, then she could be helplessly stuck with snacks.

THE END