Nikke Viper Drabble (Patreon)

"Sooooo? What do you say Commander" Viper cooed as she kneaded the Commander's shoulders with soft, puffy fingers. Despite how uncharacteristically thick they seemed, each digit was nimble. They targeted every little knot and tense spot, massaging them away.

Viper grinned and leaned closer, pushing her chest again the back of the Commander's head. Each mound of flesh was exceedingly supple, gently taking over the now relaxed shoulders. Viper could feel those same shoulders bend slightly, no doubt folding under the weight of her chest.

"Well?~" Viper nestled her cheek atop the Commander's head. It was a round and malleable bit of fat, much like a dumpling. She nuzzled soft and slow, but also put more of her weight on the man beneath her.

"I-" The Commander started.

Viper pouted. "That's not a yes!" She scooped her arms under the man's and hauled him upward. The sudden movement caused his office chair to rotate. His back now leaned against the softness of Viper's belly. The flesh readily rolled around his sides, filling every inch of space between the two, and began to radiate soothing warmth through more sore muscles.

The hug began to tighten. Every time the Commander exhaled, Viper would bring her arms in closer. That in turn pushed the captive deeper into her belly fat. This squeezing, nearly suffocating embrace showed no sign of relenting.

Viper leaned in until her lips brushed the Commander's ear. "You should say yes It's a simple little request. Can't you do that Commander?" She blew gently against his ear.

"No." The Commander shrugged Viper off. "Thank you for the shoulder massage, but the answer to whatever you want is no."

Viper pursed her lips. 'I figured it wouldn't be that easy.' She waited for the Commander to return to his chair, then she slowly waddled around his desk.

Her movement was deliberate. Nike often had to move with more discretion than others. Their mechanical bodies weighed hundreds of pounds, and Viper had intentional added to that. One trip would damage furniture or the floor. Her extra mass added to the hazard of bumping into things.

'But it lets me do this~' Viper grinned mischievously as she dragged her hip against the side of the desk. Despite its heavy wood construction, it slid to the side. This was enough to push the Commander with it.

Viper feigned a look away as the Commander stared at her. She turned her body, putting her soft back and overtly ample rear toward him. She was soft around her shoulders, each roll from the middle to her lower back growing thicker until the heavy curves of her rump started. Her skirt stretched across it like a sail, revealing every detail and feature it offered.

'Let him stare a while. Back up a step and-' Viper grimaced as she felt her butt push the table back. She quickly stepped on the tips of her toes, hoisting her rump so it brushed the surface of the desk. 'One slip up is fine. Just salvage it.'

Viper turned herself sideways, bringing a heavy leg to lay across the desk's length. Her thighs had become broad, packed with excess fat. Just one leg was as broad as the Commander's chest. With this heft and girth came incredible softness. Viper leaned, reaching for the Commander's hand.

The desk collapsed under her weight before she could size the man's wrist. The sturdy wood crumpled under the Nike like cardboard, splintering further as her weight pressed it against the floor.

The Commander looked down at Viper. It was clear she worked hard on trying to seduce him. "…Alright, I'll get what you want."