Nikke Rations (Patreon)

Series: Nikke

Characters: Bready, Tia, Clay

Contains: Weight gain

Commission

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The order had come at an inopportune time. The Ark’s higher-ups instructed the squad Cooking Oil to create a new military ration. It needed to be high-energy and easy to store for extended missions on the surface. That also meant it needed to be shelf-stable. The issues stacked higher and higher by the second.

Crust was confident she could produce this new ration, but she had just been invited to an exclusive cooking competition. It was on a reality TV show, and she would have to focus on it for over a month…

“And that’s why I could really use your help,” Bready said as she looked across the table at two other Nikke. These two were Tia from Dazzling Pear and Clay from Rewind. “Crust prepared all sorts of ingredients and prototype foods before she left. I’d gradually test them myself, but the sheer amount is a little daunting.”

Tia giggled. “All we have to do is eat? Sounds fine with me! Although I thought I would be cooking with Crust, so I threw on my apron. Little bummed, but this outfit is super cute!” She hooked her thumbs in the straps of her pink apron. The fabric was stretched across her generous bust, and the straps seemed to be under extreme distress.

Bready nodded. “I figured you wouldn’t mind eating a lot of experimental snacks, but as for you?” She looked at Clay.

Clay was a noncombatant Nikke. The Rewind squad was basically cheerleaders. Yet, their routines were incredibly intense. A human wouldn’t have the energy needed for such intense moves and dances. “So, I guess I’m a good guinea pig? I don’t think I can be upset if I get to taste Crust’s food for free!”

“That’s the spirit.” Bready grinned as she lifted a silver plate cover. Beneath that was a platter stacked high with what looked like bread.

“Bread?” Tia asked and grabbed a piece. “It’s super soft and fluffy!”

Clay also grabbed a piece and sniffed it. “Bread is good for carbs, which is great for energy. It seems a little simple for Crust’s cooking, though.”

Bready took her own piece in one hand and lifted a note in the other. “Splendamin Softtack. This is a take on hardtack, a simple bread made of flour, water, and salt used for long ocean voyages in the past. While shelf stable, it was difficult to eat and bland.” Bready took a bite after reading. Unlike hardtack of old, Crust’s softtack was delightfully delicate and chewy. It was closer to a dry cake than bread or crackers.

Tia and Clay also took a few nibbles. The flavor, while simple, was enough for them to scarf the rest down. To them, it was delicious despite the lack of powerful flavor. Texturally, the experience of eating was hard to beat!

Bready was more skeptical. “Splendamin is already something shelf-stable. Making it like a soft cake or bread isn’t extraordinary. It’s simply a matter of changing the doughy texture to a fluffier one. Nikke would eventually get tired of it if it's all they ate.”

Nevertheless, the girls sampled each of them. These were prototypes, so no two were alike. Some were softer like cake, some chewier like brownies, and some indistinguishable from baked bread. One thing was consistent, each was calorie-dense. Bready’s belly was already soft and round, but it seemed to swell larger with each bite. She looked like she mindlessly stuffed herself, but she actually analyzed each sample. She was so focused that she failed to realize her stomach had doubled in size.

Tia and Clay were equally oblivious, but they had less of an excuse. They simply gushed over the opportunity to eat Crust’s cooking. It was a privilege many in the Ark could only dream of.

“Oh em geee! Each of these are super tasty!” Tia squealed excitedly as she stuffed another softtack into her mouth. Her apron seemed tighter across her chest, almost like the pillowy breasts beneath were tightly bound under a tarp. Fat tried to roll or bulge around, but there was no path. Thus, the fabric could only struggle to compress the voluptuous orbs beneath. This also distracted from the growing softness of her belly. It was neither toned nor round before sampling. Now, it was plump and round like a basketball but also as soft as rising dough.

“I know, I don’t think I’ve had bread flavored splendamin this fluffy ever!” Clay agreed as she finished her tenth sample. “I don’t know if it’s all in my head, but I feel super energized!” She cheered and started to wiggle in place. This caused her naturally large chest to bounce, but there was more jiggle and wobble to it. Each boob was now larger than Clay’s head, but there was more. Her hips flared out further than before. Her short skirt slid over these curves, more pale skin exposed than intended. This added more jiggles as Clay practiced a few of her rehearsed cheers. Out of everyone’s sight was the incredibly exaggerated bounce of her butt cheeks. The added width of her hips had been accompanied by incredible bubbleification of her butt cheeks. Each cheek was full and round, unrestrained by fabric as Clay’s skirt provided zero support.

The girls continued to snack, and their bodies gradually softened further. Their bellies collectively rounded, Bready’s hips stretched noticeably more, Tia’s breasts were further enlarged, and Clay managed to gain weight on her hips and chest. The snacking continued until the softtack was all eaten up.

Bready licked her fingers clean, analyzing the taste down to the very crumb. “Alright, let’s break for the day. This is just the start of the softtack, so we can come back tomorrow to clear more of it. Crust said each batch is a little more refined. We’ll just have to confirm that.” She explained and rubbed her belly.

“No problem here! I can’t wait to try more.” Tia giggled as she wiped some crumbs away from her mouth. “Hmm, though I could probably keep going. Maybe I’ll stop by a cafe on the way home.” She mused as she locked her lips.

Clay squeezed her stomach and hummed. “I feel super energized for practice, but I hope this doesn’t get in the way. Maybe I can work it off as we go? Oh, but I still super appreciate the free snacks! They were super tasty!”

Thus, the group adjourned for the day. They then met every day that week. Each day was focused on clearing the batches of softtack Crust baked. Some days were more cakey, others more fudgey, there were different flavors that skewed from vanilla to chocolate, along with some fruitier varieties. Each was delicious, and they seemed to get better.

Another factor was how much energy they bestowed. Normally, someone would get tired from stuffing themselves so much, but the girls reported feeling energized after the long binging sessions. Tia reported increased performance in her training, and Clay’s cheer performances had some of the highest views in all the Arc. (Though part of that was because her body had become quite jiggly since her sampling began).

Today was special, though. All the softtack had been depleted. The menu was supposedly different today.

Bready guided Tia and Clay to their sampling room. Since this had become such a regular occurrence, they had a nicer setup for it. Soft, cushioned chairs, a cute table, soft ambient music. It was like a casual tea time amongst friends, which was pretty accurate.

Bready took her seat and ignored how her hips brushed the edge of her chair. It wasn’t a super snug fit, but it was a drastic uptick. The softtack had made its effect known on Bready’s body. Her hips rolled out in both directions, increasing her waistline by nearly half a foot. Her already short skirt struggled against these expanded hips, often revealing more than she realized. Paired with softer, rounder butt cheeks, Bready showed off most of her butt at all hours of the day. It didn’t mean much considering she never left her place.

Another noticeable portion of Bready’s gaining was her belly. It had filled out enough to reach the middle of her thighs when seated. The plush paunch was the product of even more frequent snacking than usual. Her clothing left it more exposed than her hips, and she idly rubbed it as she lounged. The fat was supple and doughy, morphing subtly under her touch.

Bready’s upper body was mostly unchanged. Her breasts looked slightly fuller, but her arms were completely hidden in her baggy sleeves. The hair that hung to either side of her face also obscured the subtle rounding of her cheeks. So, most of Bready’s visible gains were spread between her belly, hips, butt, and thighs.

Tia was the opposite. She sat in her seat with ample room, but it looked like she’d struggle to reach around her front. She wore her more casual clothes today, so the white tank top she wore barely managed to wrap around her breasts. They had always been ample, but now they were overly so. Each was almost twice the size of her head, and fat pressed against the straps and threatened to roll over the neck hole. This wasn’t to mention how mobile Tia’s chest was. Every movement came with an exaggerated bounce and wobble.

That last part wasn’t rare, but hardly anyone was so intense.

Tia’s arms had also become plump and rounded. The sleeves of her jean jacket were stuffed to near bursting with fluffy arm fat. The mass of these arms also clashed with Tia’s chest. Whenever she reached in front of her, her arm fat would push one breast against the other. This fed into the constant wobbles of her bust.

Tia’s belly was rounded, but and filled her lap about as much as Bready’s did. Tia, however, didn’t have the broad thighs to fully support it. Thus, fat managed to curl over and out of her lap slightly.

Clay also took her seat, and she faced the combined issues of Bready and Tia. Her hips were just as wide as Bready’s and had little room to adjust in her chair. Her thighs were also plump and squished together. She couldn’t do much to shift them without threatening to tip her chair over. Her belly was plump and filled her lap, nestled atop the platform her thighs provided.

Clay’s breasts rested atop her stomach, subtly sloping over the sides. They were roughly the same size as Tia’s, but they didn’t have as many perks. Tia’s were a bit more voluptuous and perky, whereas Clay’s had more slip and subtle sag to them. It was nothing extreme, but the difference was obvious when they sat side by side.

Her arm fat was also more visible. Cheer practice might have subtly shaped them, but they weren’t so much flabby on the underside. Instead, they were bulbous and round all the way around. Like meaty cylinders that rolled from her shoulders to her elbows. The effect was slightly downscaled from elbow to wrist.

“Now that we’re all settled, let’s begin.” Bready lifted another silver plate cover.

This one revealed a bowl with three spoons sticking out of it. The contents of the bowl looked crumbly, almost like ground beef. Bready lifted a spoonful before she began.

“Apparently, this is based on another ancient survival food, pemmican. It’s dried meat and berries soaked in fat. Records say it was incredibly efficient.” Bready ate the spoonful, analyzing it carefully. “Ours is just some flavored splendamin. It still has a pleasant taste. Chewy, a little sweet, and the simulated fat isn’t too greasy.”

Tia and Clay each got a spoonful to try. Just as Bready said, it had a pleasant taste and a unique texture. It was certainly a step up from the usual splendamin bars. Another thing was that it boasted the refined energy boost that the softtack took days to achieve.

Part of that meant its impact was more quickly seen on each of the Nikke’s forms. Only a few spoonfuls had caused their stomachs to round and soften further. None paid it any mind and continued to snack from the large bowl. It hardly seemed like they could put a dent in it. They continued to eat as their bodies enlarged.

Bready scooted to the end of her seat. This was a subconscious move to prevent getting stuck and to avoid minor interference from the chair. Her hips pressed against the sides more firmly, the soft curves having filled the meager space that once existed. Her rump also rolled out to fill more of the seat. While this supple butt would ensure a comfortable seat wherever Bready went, it would demand substantial space. Chairs with narrow arms would soon become impossible to relax in. At the same time, barstools or backless chairs would need some balance lest Bready fall.

Bready’s thighs squished together with a subtle firmness. The supple fat pressed together, and their shapes morphed in response. This was mainly in the inner thigh. Even the gentle pressure exerted pushed some fat upward. This helped prop up her belly and make it seem more prominent. Her outer thigh was partially squished against the sides of her chair, but the fat outside that boundary was able to sag more naturally.

Tia had also moved to the edge of her seat. This was because her chest had become more of an obstacle in feeding herself. It wasn’t so bad when she could grasp her food, like with sandwiches and the like. Even forks had little change in their usefulness. Spoons were what became an issue. Tia took extra care to ensure she didn’t spill anything on herself, and spoons made that incredibly difficult. It was no secret that she might burst into tears if she stained one of her favorite outfits.

Thankfully, the latest dish was more pebbly in texture and didn’t seem greasy. So when the occasional bit or piece fell onto her chest, she could easily pick it up with her fingers and stuff it into her mouth.

Tia’s breasts took the brunt of her new gains. Her stomach rounded and filled more of her lap, but it was entirely blocked by her chest. Each breast steadily swelled, almost like a balloon. Unlike a balloon, they were much weightier. Every movement caused small wobbles to carry through them. It was a steady wave that showed its weightiness and texture. The white fabric around them seemed more taut, and the curves demanded more fabric for coverage. This pulled Tia’s shirt up further over her belly, but she paid no mind.

Tia’s arms gradually thickened, too. Her jacket sleeves concealed the exact shape of her arms, but the fabric squeezed them tightly. That might have partially compressed the fat, but it didn’t stop them from squishing against her bust. Now each ferrying of spoonfuls was accompanied by a bounce of her chest. Her upper arm pushed the fat aside, pressing one boob to the other, and each would shift back to the right with a pronounced jiggle.

That was a simple background motion for Tia. She was too enthralled with her snacking to notice. Even her friend Naga had failed to make Tia address her increased weight and substantial chest. Tia saw this as her usual snacking. The amounts were no different than what she usually ate.

It was the calorie difference that caused her to gain.

Finally, Clay. She was visibly flustered as she stuffed her face. Her hourglass shape gave her the combined issues of Bready and Tia. Those fed into each other to make things much more difficult for her.

Clay's hips were firmly wedged in her chair, and she couldn’t move forward. There was no way for her to scoot to the end of her chair with the combined softness of her hips and thighs pressed to the sides of her chair. She had to shift the entire chair forward, but that created the next issue.

Clay’s breasts took up much of her downward view. If she were too close to the table, then she couldn’t see past her breasts. Each was like a watermelon stuffed into her cheer uniform, and they wobbled whenever her arm nudged them. She had to fumble blindly with her spoon, too. Thus, there was an abundance of chest wobbling and quivering. Whenever she did get a spoonful, she dropped more than a few pieces. Some of those slipped between Clay’s breasts and into her cleavage, while others slid off her clothes and onto her thighs below.

‘Aaagh! I feel so bad wasting food!’ Clay groaned internally as she tried her best to steady herself.

“Need a little help?” Tia asked and carefully carried a spoonful to Clay’s mouth. She had to scoot closer to the cheerleader Nikke for this. It was just enough that their chests barely touched, and their outer thighs faintly brushed. “Come on, say ahh~”

Clay did just that. “Thanks, Tia. I didn’t want to waste anything, but it’s kinda hard with…these.”

This was the first time anyone had addressed their obvious gains. Tia might have been aloof to it, but Bready was aware the duo had gotten thicker. Bready mostly ignored it because she always had some tummy fat. She had no shame in extra curves and plushness.

“Crust might try and adjust the calorie count down the line,” Bready murmured as she also carried a spoonful to Clay’s mouth. She had gotten more friendly with the girls as they snacked together, so she didn’t want anyone left out. “Hmmm, but I like the recipe as is.”

“Curvy fashion is so in right now.” Tia nodded and giggled. “Plus, you two are for real super cute! Whatever snack hits the market, I’m so getting Naga to try it!”

Clay eagerly ate the spoonfuls fed to her. “I need to get Bay to try some, too. The idea of that makes me even more pumped to find the perfect recipe!” She instinctively thrust one arm up in a cheer pose, unintentionally clipping her right breast as she did. It bounced up chaotically before the other boob joined. This was enough to wobble her entire midsection, some residual motion carrying into her hips and thighs.

That flustered Clay, and she slowly put her hand down. Bready and Tia simply giggled along before they finished off what Crust had prepared. Their meeting concluded with the splendamin pemmican being good, but it was still missing something…

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The meetings had continued, but Bready was happy to relay that Crust had experienced an amazing breakthrough! The cooking completion Crust had been part of was done, and she finished her special survival rations before she announced a short vacation.

“And she’s been napping ever since,” Bready said, her hand once more atop a silver plate cover. “So, let’s see what Crust’s masterpiece is.”

Tia and Clay watched with excitement as Bready slowly lifted the plate cover to reveal three items. They looked like the softtack and pemmican combined. This gave the food a striking resemblance to a protein bar.

“Only three?” Tia asked. She was a little upset she wasn’t in for a binge. She had gotten used to the longer snacking sessions. They were such a fun time to socialize.

Clay was excited because of the shape. “That looks way easier to eat! No spoons required!” She cheered. Her chest had remained an obstacle when eating. Crumbly food or something made of numerous parts was too much hassle these days.

That was when the group paused.

“Did Crust go full circle because this looks a lot like a splendamin bar,” Clay murmured.

Tia smiled, but there was nervousness to it. “Well, uh, everything we’ve been snacking on is splendamin! It was super tasty, so I bet these are even better than regular splendamin!”

“Right,” Bready said and grabbed one of the bars. “I’d like to think of these as the highest point splendamin bars can reach. They’re meant to be survival rations, too. I can’t fault them for their shape.”

Bready bit into her bar. Her eyes shot wide open, and she inhaled the bar in her next breath. It became immediately clear that this bar was more effective than any of the food they had sampled before.

Bready was already pleasantly plump, and she had gained just as much as the other girls over their sampling. Now her body looked less like a Nikke’s and more like a competitive eater. The bottom-heavy shape had persisted, but her hips had more pronounced outward curves. They sloped more broadly until they took a sharp downward curve and sagged gently. Her thighs were broad and meaty, and her belly was a soft mound of fat that hung to the middle of her thighs. Her chest and arms had continued to fill out, but they didn’t take the bulk of her calories.

“I think I could eat these for the rest of my life, honestly.” Bready tried to act calmly, but she eyed the other two bars.

Thankfully, Tia and Clay were able to snatch theirs before Bready could. Their first inquisitive bite was followed by hastily scarfing down the rest. Like Bready, Tia and Clay’s bodies visibly softened and filled out further from the one bar. Neither cared because the taste they experienced was that enthralling.

“It’s the softness of the softtack, the substance of the pemmican, and the ease of use of regular splendamin bars! I can’t even think of anything I’ve eaten that tastes better than this!” Clay was astounded that a splendamin bar could taste so good. She couldn’t help but bounce excitedly in place.

That movement caused her voluptuous body to wobble frantically.  Clay’s form had continued to grow into a heavy hourglass. Her breasts nearly reached as far in front of her as her arms, and a substantial amount of her chest hung from the bottom of her tank top. Her arms were thick and heavy with sagging fat, her sides were padded but not as thick, and her hips flared out in rounded masses of fat, mostly uncovered by her skirt. Each of her thighs was so broad that it was astonishing she could still cheer, but Rewind Squad’s ratings had soared since Clay gained weight.

“I might like this more than cake,” Tia murmured, regretting not savoring her food. She would do whatever she had to get more of these in the future. She didn’t care that her chest was so large that she couldn’t fully grasp it with both of her arms, nor did she care that her belly filled her entire lap when seated. Tia was just happy to eat so many delicious things with her new friends. ‘If I manage to get more of these, then I need to share them with Naga, too! She’s looking so skinny these days.

Tia thought this despite Naga’s weight not changing at all.

Later, the girls reported to Crust that her recipe was, indeed, perfected. The new survival ration task placed on the Cooking Oil squad was complete. It was rolled out on an industrial scale to equip all squads, regardless of whether they undertook surface missions or not.

They were massively popular, and there wasn’t a Nikke disappointed when their rations were distributed.

A new issue arose, however.

The need to address the rapid spread of obesity amongst Nikke.

THE END