CM: Cafe Sumo (Patreon)

Series: Nikke

Characters: Milk, Frima, Sugar

Contains: Weight gain

Commission

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The latest Coin Rush event passed a few weeks ago. It was often a chance for many Nikke to earn some extra cash or get their names out there. Just performing in Tetra’s sponsored event got one’s name out there.

Milk, especially, made a name for herself. Her appearance as a bunny girl had brought throngs of new customers to Cafe Sweety. The money flow had been put toward another rising trend amongst Nikke.

Adjustable body frames. They were incredibly expensive, but they allowed Nikke more flexibility in shaping their figure without risking a mind switch. Cafe Sweety was able to put those to incredible use in their scavenging missions, bringing in even more money. 

More money that could be put into Cafe Sweety’s ingredients. Mostly in expensive milk, sugar, and cream for their coffee.

Actual cow’s milk was more scarce than gold, let alone fresh cream. Sugar was more varied, but the purest was highly sought after. Cafe Sweety managed to bring them all in, though. Along with plenty of snacks to enjoy with coffee.

Currently, the three Nikke in charge of the cafe were going over their latest stock. To an outsider, it looked like they were in the process of consuming it all…

“Cream, good. Best coffee.” Frima lazily sipped from her cup. Even with the high caffeine content of the brew, she seemed hardly conscious. One hand sluggishly reached for a pastry stuffed with jam before it was dragged toward Frima’s mouth. Even her chewing was slow and uninterested despite a faint sparkle in her eyes. The movement was slow, but Frima finished her treat in two more bites before she drained her cream coffee.

Milk rolled her eyes. It wasn’t entirely due to Frima’s sluggish behavior. It was mostly directed at Frima’s size. The couch-bound Nikke hardly looked like a Nikke at all. Sure, there were a few Nikke with noticeable chub on their stomachs, but Frima’s belly was large enough to spill into her lap. On top of (or perhaps beneath) that was the sheer size her lap had become. Frima’s thighs were so thick around that they pushed each other apart. They were doughy and pillowy with fat bulging through all the ripped portions. She could hardly move about with waddling and unintentionally shaking her volleyball-sized butt cheeks. 

The frustration drove Milk to drink.

Her fresh milk coffee, of course.

This was perhaps the highest quality milk in the entire Ark. It was produced by a lineage of cows saved at the beginning of the Human Rapture War. It was rich and creamy, melding perfectly with finely brewed coffee. The dairy farm it came from even went so far as to name each cow and include a photo of it on its bottle.

“Beatrice, your milk is still my favorite!” Milk sighed as she finished her cup.

“Gut, hanging out.” Frima murmured.

Just as Milk had judged Frima for her weight, Frima stole glances at Milk’s bloated stomach. The sizable paunch of flab hung to the middle of Milk’s thighs. It was heavy and round, almost perfectly smoothed in all dimensions. It was only offset where it transitioned into flabby love handles. Each fold of flab was so thick that it couldn’t fit in either of their hands. 

“My gut is only hanging out because my frame needs work.” Milk scoffed and pursed her lips. She tried to suck her belly in, adjusting her body frame. Her belly fat quivered, but it remained just as plump. Flustered, she pointed at Frima. “W-well, what about your thighs and fat ass?! Why not redistribute that?!”

Frima quickly looked away.

Suddenly, the door opened. 

“What are you two arguing about?” Sugar asked as she attempted to enter the break room. 

Attempted was the word as hardly half of her passed through the door. Her breasts had to squeeze through the passage before her head could. Even then, it was third to enter after her belly. The exterior of her bulk pressed against the doorframe, which stubbornly refused to move aside. 

Whereas Milk and Frima only appeared chunky, Sugar was the picture of obese. Her breasts alone were yoga ball-sized masses of blubber. They wobbled chaotically as she struggled with the door, bouncing and rolling as if they were filled with jello. 

Beyond the curves of Sugar’s chest was a face with rounded cheeks and a thick neck. There was a noticeable roll beneath her true chin, but this was no second chin. Her neck filled the space, bulging and squishing against her padded shoulders. 

Those bulky arms tried to reach through the doorway for leverage, but they couldn’t get past the swollen breasts before them. Each of Sugar’s upper arms was like an overstuffed pillow, and her forearms were cone-shaped tubes of fat. It hardly seemed like she could use them for anything with how much space her chest took up. 

While top-heavy, there was much more to Sugar’s bulk. Her belly was mostly flat. It resided in the shadow of her chest, hanging lower instead of rolling out further. Still, this sheet of excess flab hung until it nearly rested atop her feet. It grew more narrow as it sagged, though. The widest portion was less than the girth of her hips. 

Those hips were currently jammed in the door. Sugar’s breasts were malleable enough to squeeze through, but the fat on her hips was less giving. These broad, boxier hips were just as stubborn as the doorway. They didn’t want to relent or to compress in order to pass.

Even if they did, Sugar’s thighs filled the doorway, too. Each leg was like a pillar, her thighs rolling down over most of her lower legs to fit the cylindrical shape. Feeble as they seemed, they managed to carry their owner’s bulk about.

“The usual?” Sugar asked after neither answered her. “The reason you two can’t redistribute your weight is because you’ve put on too much. There’s already too much compressed and hidden.” She closed her eyes and concentrated. Her form began to compress, but only enough for her to slip through the door. Her mass unfurled the second she made it through. 

With her full width revealed, Sugar was widest at her breasts. Her hips were slightly more narrow, but her average width was nearly as great as her height. 

“It can’t be that bad.” Milk huffed and prepared to uncompress her body.

The sudden shift in size was so drastic it nearly sent her to the floor. Her face, now as round as a dinner plate, was flushed and stricken with shock. She reached out to grab a belly that had more than quadrupled in size. It was easy to grasp as her chest hardly got in the way. 

Milk’s breasts were just as large as her head, but her belly was a fluffy apron that hung to the middle of her shins. It seemed just smaller than Sugar’s gut, but Milk’s was noticeable wider. There was a consistent width that began where her love handles met her gut. There it maintained a uniform line to the furthest point it sagged. 

Her legs were nowhere near as thick as Sugar’s, but their arms were almost exactly as thick. Milk’s just seemed puffier, with more gradual thinning from the shoulder to the wrist. 

“Where the hell did all this come from?” Milk looked at herself. She happened to look over her meaty shoulders to see a mirror. This reflection revealed her ass was almost completely fat. The cheeks might have been wider and thicker than they used to be, but there was no perk or alluring curve. Her butt was fat…and flat.

“Probably from the milk.” Sugar murmured and looked at the empty bottle on the table. “Whole milk. The fat content caught up with you.” 

“Hmm…” Frima hummed before she decompressed.

FWOMP

Frima’s favorite couch, meant to hold two people, collapsed beneath her. Her weight hadn’t changed, but the sudden shift in its covering more of the couch was too much for the material. The quick rush of her hips slamming into the armrests also packed a heavy wallop. 

Frima’s body was extremely bottom-heavy. Her legs were bloated and seemed completely buried in flab. Her two thighs took up the width of the couch with their inner halves sagging nearly level with her feet. Her lower legs seemed almost spherical. There was a thick layer of fat covering them, and the weight of her entire bulk pressing down on them caused the shape.

Her hips managed to roll a little further than the couch. A close look revealed the widest point was greater than Frima’s height. More than that, this width was nearly consistent. If she held both arms out to her sides, moving them forward or backward as far as they could go, her hips would still stretch beyond her fingertips. 

Her butt cheeks were equally massive, rolling out behind her in fluffy mounds of blubber. The fat had quickly flattened the couch cushions beneath her and broken the backrest into splinters. This butt fat also rose high enough to squish against Frima’s lower back. 

Frima’s belly hung the least of her squad’s. It was mostly round, but there was a visible roll toward the middle. Other than that, it was smooth and rested comfortably in her lap. It was like a neat dollop of cream situated beneath breasts just smaller than Milk’s. 

It wasn’t that Frima’s upper half was bereft of fat. Her lower half simply outshone it. She had a full chest, bulky arms, and a rounded face. That simply couldn’t measure up to the landslide of lard that covered her lower half.

“Hmmm…” Frima hummed again. “Couch broken, but body is comfy…conflicted.” She murmured and pressed her hands against her hips. Fat readily bulged between her fingers. Her entire body felt soft, and a previously unexplained stiffness in her body was now gone. As long as she didn’t move around, this body wasn’t too bad. 

“Then get unconflicted, we have a job.” Sugar said, turning to look at the door she had just squeezed through. She had mostly given up on compressing her body down. It failed more times than it worked. The few times she could slim down, she would only surge back to full size. That often had disastrous results. Half of the cafe was in disarray because of her.

Which is why this job was important. 

“We’re taste testing for Cooking Oil squad. The pay is pretty good.” Sugar said, thrusting her body against the doorway. It broke away with a splintering crunch. Her body was soft enough to wobble from the impact, but it was clear the supple mass packed a serious punch. “Enough to fix the cafe and our break room door. Seriously, let’s go.”

Milk looked down at her belly and grimaced. “I have to go in public like this? Let’s get it over with.” She stepped forward, blushing as her knees dug into her underbelly. Each step caused the curtain of fat to bounce and wobble. The momentum eventually built to the point that soft plap sounds could be heard as her gut hit her thighs.

Thankfully, the hole Sugar put in the wall was enough to let her slip through. 

Frima lingered on the couch. She pressed her hands against her thighs. Fat rushed between her fingers and around her palms. It was a texture she had previously dreamed of. “Can’t use thighs as pillows. Tragic.” She sighed and got to her feet sluggishly.

The couch groaned in relief as Frima’s weight was lifted. The object’s relief was short-lived as it collapsed in on itself seconds later. 

“Also tragic. Buy new couch later.” Frima murmured and waddled after the other. Her hips took an extra few inches out of the doorway, but she ignored the dragging sensation and clattering of splintered wood. 

——

“Woah,” Bready said as she looked at the members of Cafe Sweety. “I didn’t think I’d run into any Nikke softer than me.” She murmured and started to rub her belly.

Bready was on the chubbier side, but she looked thin compared to Sugar, Milk, and Frima. Bready tried not to stare, but that wasn’t possible. Her eyes went over curves, looked at how defined folds were, and spotted the imminent tears across their clothing. 

“At least I know we have good taste testers.” Bready lifted a cover off a large dish. “Crust is off working on a new recipe, and I’ve already taste-tested this one a dozen times. We hired you because we want some outside opinions, and we think this dish would do well in a coffee shop.”

The obese trio looked at the dish that had been revealed to them. It was round, about the size of a pizza, but thicker. It had a golden-brown color throughout. This was subtly broken up around the edge, revealing a cream color. 

Bready sliced into the dish and pulled a triangular piece away. The entire inside was the same creamy color, but it looked ready to melt. “This is Crust’s newest Basque cheesecake. It’s apparently named after somewhere on the surface, but we didn’t want to change the name. Its main draw is the color. Baking at a high temperature helps caramelize the exterior, while the inside remains soufflé-like. It has a melt-in-your-mouth texture with a rich flavor. Should go great with coffee.” Bready explained and gestured at a few plates. “Let me know what you think.”

“I’ll just cut it into three big pieces. No reason to think it’d be wasted.” Bready said as she cut the cheesecake, chuckling softly to herself. Yet at the same time… ‘I wonder if I could pull that look off?’ She thought, imagining herself with hundreds of extra pounds. 

Meanwhile, the three had lowered themselves into some provided chairs. They were made for Nikke, so they held their weight. They were just made for average-sized Nikke. Frima and Sugar had to focus on their balance. Both sides of their butts hung from the chair, and every shift titled their weight left or right. 

Milk had fewer issues. Instead, she had to try and balance her gut in her lap. When she tried to lean forward to grab her portion, her tummy slid over her thighs. That nearly acted as an anchor to yank her head down. In the end, she needed assistance. Now her cheesecake rested atop her belly.

Each of them took their first bite.

It was just as Bready had said. Smooth, creamy, slightly bitter from the dark caramelized crust. It was perfect, though. The richness of the milky interior cut through any bitterness without overwhelming the group with sweetness. 

“This would go great with a sugar coffee.” Sugar murmured after she stuffed another bite into her mouth.

Milk rolled her eyes. “As if. This cheesecake would be better with milk coffee! Sugar coffee would make it too sweet. Milk coffee is smoother. It curbs the coffee’s bitterness and makes it the perfect pair for this cake!”

“Cream coffee,” Frima murmured.

“The cake is already creamy enough.” Sugar interjected. “There’s no such thing as too sugary, but something too creamy is off-putting.”

“No such thing.” Frima’s tone hadn’t changed, but she frowned noticeably. 

The trio continued to eat their cake, but their arguing only intensified. It became so intense that they failed to realize that each of them had grown fatter. It was subtle, but it was there. It could be seen around their faces, where their chins subtly curved outward and waggled more when they spoke. It could be seen in their smaller assets, which gained an additional inch or two. It was absent across their most grandiose parts. Those were so gargantuan and thick that no small amount of calories would be visible. 

However, it was enough to tear through their clothes. Milks’s shirt already rode up her belly, but the waistband of her pants started to tear. Sugar’s jacket wrapped down her back and across the sleeves. Frima’s pants tore in a way that only her waistband and the cuffs around her ankles were intact. 

‘I’ll get some bigger clothes before I get like that.’ Bready thought as she watched the trio’s clothes explode as they argued. It had somewhat escalated to shoving, but she didn’t want to get involved. ‘They’d squish me. Though maybe they would be cut out to be sumo wrestlers?’ 

——

"OMG, you girls look amazing!" Rupee exclaimed as she dashed around the trio of morbidly obese Nikke. The blonde fashionista snapped numerous photos as she went. Though her speed made the trio nostalgic. 

None of them had run that fast in a while.

"I've been wanting to make this super plus-size line for a while, but I couldn’t find the right models!" Rupee stopped in front of the group. She wanted to take in the full sight of her latest (expected) masterpieces. 

This was another odd job Cafe Sweetie had picked up. The money Rupee offered was too good to refuse. The trio had never served as models before, but they were being paid more than professional cover stars! There were other benefits, too. Namely, a snack and refreshment table full of high-quality goodies.

Rupee’s finger swiped over her phone screen at lightning speed. Her smile grew broader with each amazing photo. "The offer still stands. You get to keep all the outfits you try on today! I can even get you the retail versions when the designs are finalized!"

Sugar looked at herself in the mirror. She ran her thumb along the strained strap of black, lacy lingerie. This wasn't her usual style of undergarment, but it was surprisingly comfortable. "I never thought I would find a bra that fit this well." She murmured and moved her hands over the cups. The slight movement of her hands was enough to wobble her chest. Despite her words, the lacy fabric squeezed her bust tightly. Fat rolled over the edges of each cup, but her breasts were held back.

The massive woman turned slightly. Peeking over her shoulder, she looked at the reflection of her panties. The waistband somehow avoided being swallowed up under her love handles. Expensive fabric flowed along with her curves, faintly compressing the fat beneath. Fat billowed out where the panties ended, but the risqué garment seemed classy, as opposed to skimpy. 

Sugar turned again to face the mirror head-on. "I can't believe my gut fits in here, too…Some of it at least.” Stretching her arms, Sugar traced along the front of her panties. The lingerie was designed so that the hanging portion of her gut was tucked inside. “It doesn’t feel tight at all.”

Rupee beamed. "This line is designed to be incredibly classy! Isn't it better for it to complement this big belly instead of hiding beneath it?” She said while patting Sugar's belly. Each gentle tap caused a surprising amount of jiggling. Fat wobbled in waves that traveled the curves of Sugar’s gut, gradually ceasing around her sides.

Sugar didn’t react to the touch. Instead, she smirked confidently. “Yeah, I think I get it.” She put one hand on her hip, the other over her belly. “I bet Partner would get a kick out of this.”

“Ooooh, Sweetie would adore it! Gosh, I wanna get a pair for myself!” Rupee groaned and slumped dramatically against Sugar. “Hey, how did you get so big so fast? Got any tips, I'll pay!”

“Hmmm.” Frima’s hum caught Rupee’s attention. The blonde zipped in front of her second model.

“Is something wrong? Do you not like it?” Rupee asked before she looked behind Frima. “Oh…”

Frima was dressed in the new summer line. It was an upsized version of her old swimwear. The black bikini top fit well enough. Although her breasts bulged somewhat around the triangle-shaped fabric, and the straps dug into her padded shoulders. The white shirt was meant to hang loosely over her body, but it now clung like a second skin. She had forgone the floral jacket as her arms couldn't fit comfortably in the sleeves. 

That was the best of the outfit. 

The short shorts hardly fit at all. Rupee was impressed that Frima got them on, but she was now concerned with modesty. Sugar made the classy lingerie work. Frima looked like she wasn't wearing anything over her lower body. Some of the blue fabric was visible, but that was at the top of Freema's butt. The rest had been swallowed between the massive cheeks. It was more like a denim thong than shorts. 

“Those were quadruple-sized. We expected them to be a universal fit for Nikke's weight.” Rupee murmured. She had circled Frima three times and still couldn’t see the rest of her shorts. “Maybe a swim skirt would work better? Something to match your bikini top? Even if it only covers half your butt, that’s a tasteful amount to show off!”

Frima shrugged. “Skirt? Fine. Shorts? Uncomfortable. Can’t sleep with a wedgie.” 

Milk tried to stare blankly at the floor, but she couldn't see past the curve of her belly. So, she just stared at the vibrant pink fabric. It felt like she was being mocked by some unseen force. 

Milk was back in the bunny suit she had to wear for the Coin Rush event. Yet, this one was supersized. Not supersized enough, but supersized. The cuffs and collars felt a little snug, but the top seemed appropriate. It should have covered her breasts just as well as the old version.

Unsurprisingly, it was her belly that caused the greatest issue. The pink fabric stretched a great deal, but there wasn't enough to cover Milk's rotund gut. So much fabric was dedicated to her belly that it pulled down on the top. That pushed Milk's breast very close to being exposed. She didn't dare pinch and pull the fabric for fear of making things worse. 

Rupee hummed as she looked at Milk’s curving stomach. The fabric hugged the curves elegantly, but there wasn’t nearly enough fabric. “This should have fit perfectly. It was based on the measurements from last week.”

Milk glanced away. ‘I shouldn’t have eaten the extra cheesecake.’ She thought, blushing deeply.

“Let’s just try and snap some photos!” Rupee cheered. “We can edit some things in post-production. Physical adjustments can be made later.”

Thus, a more proper fashion shoot began. 

Sugar managed to pull off a series of sultry, sophisticated poses. It was like her cool demeanor superseded her increased weight. Even when her body continued to wobble after shifting poses, she radiated a confidence many skinny people lacked. A few of the photos would need a significant touch-up for being too risqué, but Rupee ate it up all the same. 

Frima did equally well, but in a different way. Her casual demeanor and relaxed state fit perfectly with the cool summer vibe of her outfit. Some digital editing would make the shorts appear as intended. Beyond that, she did amazingly. Plus-sized women would surely flock to buy clothes that hung loose on their distended curves. 

Milk…tried. The flustered bunny girl schtick was incredibly popular at Coin Rush. Rupee didn't think this line would be suitable for the common Ark-goer, but she hoped the casino would order some expanded outfits…just in case. If the plus-size trend DID catch on, then the ever-popular Blanc and Noir would surely want these outfits. If they flaunted them, then Rupee could expect an influx of custom orders. 

“Plus that huge tummy is totally cuuuuute!” Rupee exclaimed.

“W-what?!” Milk jumped in surprise. Her cheeks turned pinker than her outfit. She instinctively moved to cover herself when-

RIIIIIP!

The heart design over Milk's belly button started to tear. It briefly looked like a broken heart before the tears stretched up to her cleavage and down the leotard toward her thighs. The white leggings started to take on small holes. Fat poked through each like bubbles before the rest of the leggings practically exploded.

Milk was left with only her cuffs, collar, and shoes.

“Indecent,” Frima murmured before her shorts split down the middle. The fabric was caught between her thighs, but it was clear her cheeks were a little more bare. “Awkward.”

Sugar opened her mouth to chastise the girls, as if it were their fault, but the lacy lingerie disintegrated. The numerous tiny holes in the material had started to merge until there was no distinction between them. In the end, the straps fluttered to the ground, and she was completely nude.

Rupee cleared her throat. “Back to the drawing board on all of your sizes. L-let’s dry the next outfits!” She smiled nervously. Deep inside, she wanted to cry. All those clothes were super cute, and they had perished in front of her!

–ABOVE EDITED AND PROOFREAD–

These were also fraught with issues.

Sugar was squeezed into an open-backed ball gown made with black, glossy fabric. It was immediately clear that the dress didn’t fit her. The straps were drawn tight over her shoulders, and her breasts bulged up and to the sides. Her bosom was squeezed so tightly that a deep breath would be enough to pop them free. The fabric remained just as tight over her belly. There it was drawn tighter than shrink-wrap around a vacuum-sealed pillow. Tiny threads could be heard bursting as Sugar idly breathed. 

The skirt of the dress was meant to be flowing and long with a slit up the right side. Sugar’s entire leg was outside the slit, and the other leg was wrapped tightly in fabric like her belly. It looked like any attempt to walk would tear the dress in two. 

Her rear fared no better. The peaks of her butt cheeks pushed through the open back of the dress and folded over the fabric’s hem. The majority of her butt within the dress was squeezed just as tightly as her left and belly. 

“The fabric feels nice, but there’s not enough of it.” Sugar said and smoothed her hands over her belly. Her normally cool exterior cracked slightly. Rupee was heartbroken when their last clothes were shredded, so she didn’t want to repeat the event.

Rupee looked ready to break down in tears. “Y-yeah, I see that. I’m glad you like the fabric, though! We can salvage this outfit and size it up-“

Shrrrrrp!

The front of the dress tore horizontally, and Sugar’s belly spilled out. Her deep navel was exposed, making it seem like a flesh-colored eye had burst from the dress.

“Eeeeee.” Rupee trailed off in a defeated sigh like a deflating balloon.

“Sorry.” Sugar murmured. Her mood caused her to slump over, exacerbating the tear over her belly and starting another from the dress’s slit. Now, up to her hip was exposed. That line dragged painfully slow in a sickle-shaped mark, exposing her love handles and the side of her belly.

“Mine’s comfy,” Frima said. “Breezy, though.”

Sugar and Rupee looked at Frima, who wore a sundress. It had sky blue fabric, could washed so some areas appeared more white like clouds. The dress happened to fit well on Frima’s upper half. The straps seemed appropriately drawn across her shoulders, not digging in like twine around bread. The fabric over her chest wasn’t overly tight. It clung just enough to accent the curves of her breasts and even fit well with her upper belly.

That was where it stopped fitting. The fabric was drawn more taut across her lower belly, and then it just ended. The skirt was snug around Frima’s gut and failed to reach her hips. Her entire lower body was exposed, revealing the massive curves of her hips and butt with barely visible panties. 

Rupee composed herself. “This might be easier to work with. We can add to the skirt and let out the middle. It looks like it’s just tight around your belly-“

Shrrrp.

A vertical tear traveled across Frima’s stomach, and her belly fat pushed through the opening.

“Sorry,” Frima murmured.

Rupee collapsed against Sugar, the obese woman clinging to her. “I don’t know if I can take it anymore. All these beautiful clothes bursting at the seams.” She huffed and buried her head into the side of Sugar’s right breast. 

Sugar patted Rupee on the back, not caring how the lithe nikke sank into her ample flab. “Sorry about this. It didn’t seem long, but we really outgrew those old measurements.”

Lastly, there was Milk. She stared blankly, dread evident on her face.

Her dress fit! 

However, it was just as pink as her bunny outfit, and it was a muumuu. Hardly considerable as a dress, it was a fabric gown meant to drape over a person. The only shape it would take on was that of the person wearing it.

With Milk wearing it, the chest was evidently flat, the dome of her belly was outlined in precise detail, and her butt seemed even more flat and shapeless. 

“I’m cursed. Someone has cursed me.” Milk murmured. She seemed more devastated than Rupee.

“Hey, it looks super cute on you-“ Rupee was cut off again, but this time it was when Milk pulled the dress off and hurled it at her in frustration. Milk hadn’t been aiming at her, but she couldn’t stand the dress any longer. 

“Can we just get upsized versions of our regular clothes, dammit?!” Milk bellowed as she stomped out of the room…still in her underwear. 

“Milk, wait! You forgot your clothes!” Sugar huffed and waddled after her teammate, also in her underwear. 

Frima didn’t follow. Nor did she move to get her clothes. She waited idly, lazily waiting for payment for the job.

Rupee clutched the discarded dress in her arms. She would make good on paying Cafe Sweety, perhaps adding a bonus for their struggles. Beyond that, she thought of something else. ‘How would Sweetie react if I got all big and chunky?’ She thought before drooling. “Ehehe, I could make some breakaway clothes like I did for Sakura and Moran! Invite Sweetie over, have a big meal, then my clothes will pop off! No ripped or destroyed fabric! Just BAM and it’s all out there!” 

Rupee grabbed a silver suitcase and handed it to Frima. “Here’s your payment for the job.” She pulled out her purse and emptied every credit card onto the case. “And here’s a bonus! I’ve gotta go make some arrangements. Let’s try this again sometime, bye!” Rupee rushed out of the room to a destination Frima didn’t care much about.

“Sakura and Moran?” Frima murmured, head tilted to the side.

——

—ABOVE EDITED AND PROOFREAD—

The members of Cafe Sweety eventually waddled their way outside. They had received their upsized clothes, but their moods were still in the gutter. Mostly because they had to get back to the cafe as a group. 

The Ark had adequate public transportation, but Sugar refused to use it. She had her motorcycle, Black Typhoon, after all. Frima was prone to falling asleep on the train, and often stumbled off at the same stop she had gotten on (after a few laps around the Ark). Milk would have used it without complaint if not for her current state.

“No way I’m getting on the train like this.” Milk huffed and clenched a fist, despite the fact that every passerby already gawked at her enormous belly.

“So don’t. We can all fit on Black Typhoon.” Sugar said as she pressed a few buttons on her phone. A distant engine roared before the riderless bike came into view. It screeched to a halt before them and revved its engine a few times. Sugar smiled and waddled over. She had to lean forward, but she placed a loving hand on the leather seat. “Black Typhoon is strong. It can carry all of us no problem.”

Milk and Frima looked at each other skeptically.

“Don’t believe,” Frima murmured.

Milk rubbed the back of her head. The simple motion carried through her thick arm, down into her torso, and caused her belly to sway like a pendulum. “I don’t doubt it can handle our combined weight, but this is a serious space issue!” 

“Nonsense, come here.” Sugar grabbed Milk by her wrist. She dragged the smaller Nikke over, slipped a hand under one leg, and hoisted her up.

“H-hey! Watch your hands!” Milk yelped as she was seated on the front of the bike. Her belly rolled over the handlebars and hung before the front wheel. 

“You sit there.” Sugar explained as she swung one meaty leg over the bike’s chassis. She had to scoop closer, pushing her breasts and belly against Milk’s padded back. 

Sugar seemed unbothered, but Milk blushed intently. 

“No way am I doing this! I’m like a damn hood ornament!” Milk protested. She wanted to throw a meaty elbow back against Sugar, but she couldn’t find the angle. It didn’t help that Sugar’s arms were wrapped around her abdomen. It was the only way Sugar could reach the handlebars. 

Frima stared at the rear end of the bike. Sugar’s butt rolled past the seat, so the third Nikke’s only option was a slender piece of the rear fender. There was some space, but the wheel wasn’t too far below. 

The mental image of that spinning wheel dragging against Frima’s hanging fat ass…

“Not ideal.” Frima shook her head.

But again, Sugar’s hand snatched her teammate and pulled forward. Instead of wasting energy resisting, Frima reluctantly got on the back. 

Personal space wasn’t an affordable luxury. Frima squished her body against Sugar’s back, practically resting her entire belly on the other Nikke’s ass. Meanwhile, her rump hung off the end of the bike, sagging downward until there was a single inch of space between it and the tire.

“Ready?” Sugar asked.

“No.” 

“HELL NO!”

Sugar grinned. “You’ll change your tune once Black Typhoon starts…huh?” Sugar looked down. Something was missing. There was no sound. Black Typhoon had stopped humming. The delightful sound of its engine was totally absent. 

There was more. Sugar couldn’t feel the rumble of the engine. She had taken Black Typhoon out plenty of times since her weight gain. ‘I actually liked the way it made me jiggle.’ She thought, recalling the pleasant ripple through her thighs and belly as she idled on her bike.

THWICK…THWICK…

Nothing. Sugar’s meaty leg shot out to strike the kickstarter, but Black Typhoon refused to come to life.

“Guess our combined weights were too much for it.” Milk shrugged. Secretly, she was relieved 

“No, it’s just a fluke. Black Typhoon is fine.” The cool tone was noticeably absent from Sugar’s voice as she tried the kickstarter again. 

Frima remained silent, but she was ready to give up on the bike. She started to shift backward before the rear fender gave way. She fell backward, tearing the rest of the fender with her before her butt bent the rear wheel.

The sudden shift spooked Milk, who lurched forward, similarly crumpling the front of the back. 

Thanks to the bike’s changed balance, her own surprise, and a growing pit of despair, Sugar put more of her weight on Black Typhoon. The middle of the bike collapsed inward like a poorly supported bridge. 

Now all three Nikke were on the ground, and the crushed remains of Black Typhoon lay beneath them.

Sugar was the first to get up, but all she could do was cradle part of Black Typhoon in her arms. “This…this is…”

“Tragic.” Frima picked up the portions smashed under her butt.

“Yeah, yeah, grab some pieces and let’s get going.” Milk looked around. “People are staring.”

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—ABOVE EDITED—NEED TO PROOFREAD

The trip back to Cafe Sweety was a dour one. The group could only waddle so fast, and that was without carrying the destroyed husk of Black Typhoon. 

Milk and Frima tried to think of something to say, but Sugar seemed too distraught for anything to work. Sugar had been the motivational core keeping the group going, so it was time for the other two to pull their weight…

But Sugar was so slumped over she seemed ready to drop at any second.

“We’ll wait for a motivational speech when we get back to the cafe. If she collapses here, we aren’t getting her up.” Milk whispered to Frima. She had to lean close to be extra discrete. That caused her belly to smoosh against Frima’s hip. 

Frima didn’t mind the contact as much as the weight. She groaned softly and nodded, agreeing in whatever way required less effort. Today had vastly exceeded her physical exertion threshold.

Regardless, ground had to be covered. The distance between the obese Nikke and their home gradually diminished. They were soon able to place Black Typhoon’s pieces in their garage, after which Sugar dropped onto her stomach.

The pose was less than flattering. Her breasts managed to cushion her head, her cheek smooshing against the curve of her breasts. There was also plenty of plush fat on her belly to act like a beanbag chair. Her slumped state just happened to lift her rump in the air.

“There she goes.” Frima sighed and dropped onto her own rump. Her rear was padded enough that she could have bounced, but her sheer weight kept her from leaving the ground. Instead, her body wobbled chaotically before slowly settling.

Milk felt the urge to join the two, but she didn’t have the distribution needed to veg out as they did. She had no qualms about going to the breakroom, though. 

That was until her phone went off. It had to be a group message as she heard the distinct chimes of Sugar and Frima’s, too. 

Milk opened a message on BlaBla. “What the hell is this?” 

Group Chat: Sumo Tournament

This is a challenge declaration! 

If you are reading this, you have been selected to compete in the Ark’s first Nikke only sumo tournament!

The winner will receive a cash prize!

Sumo outfits provided upon in-person registration!

Milk couldn’t help but grin. “This looks like a big break if I’ve ever seen one!” She smacked her palm against her belly, eliciting a loud THWAP and series of jiggles. “We’re going to register, right now!”

Frima looked at Milk as if she were asked to climb a mountain.

Sugar didn’t move much. She had shifted one arm to roll around a bolt that had fallen off Black Typhoon. 

“No complaining! That prize money is gonna get us new clothes and maybe some upgrades to compress all this fat! Come on, move it!” Milk grabbed a handful of Frima and Sugar’s clothes. She pulled both of them, dragging them out of the garage and toward an address sent through BlaBla

—TO BE CONTINUED