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PIECE: Lucky Bunny Recharge
🕑 Added 2025-07-31 22:29:33 +0000 UTCSeries: Nikke
Characters: Commander, Noir, Blanc
Contains: Female weight gain, smothering
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The Commander sat in the counseling room, which was essentially his private quarters and his office. He had just pushed a final paper aside and leaned back in his chair. His entire morning had been paperwork, but it was the only thing scheduled for the day.
A smile slowly spread across the Commander’s face. “Finally, I can relax for-“ The door to his room suddenly opened. “Never mind.” His sigh radiated defeat as he looked at the door.
Two Nikke entered, forced to follow one behind the other thanks to the narrow door. Once inside, they moved to stand beside each other. That made it obvious to identify Noir and Blanc, the lucky bunnies of squad 777.
“Heya, Pit Boss!” Blanc winked and waved her tubby fingers. Those fingers then pushed a lock of snow white hair behind her ear. Almost equally fair skin seemed to shine in the light of the Commander’s room.
“H-hello, I hope we aren’t disturbing you!” Noir failed to meet the Commander’s gaze, instead staring down as she idly played with her tummy. Tanned fingers, just as pudgy as Blanc’s, fondled and squeezed the fat hidden behind a strained, black bunny suit.
Nikke were usually meant for combat, but many built by Tetra were focused on entertainment. The Commander didn’t know if that was the reason the two could afford to be so hefty, but he would never say that aloud. The two still managed to nimbly dance on stage, which was something the Commander was incapable of.
Plus, their… curvature was enticing to some (Commander included). When the two stood next to each other, it was impossible not to compare and contrast.
Blanc was the shorter of the pair, but that hardly made her seem smaller. Her front bulged and curved with fat from the perky mounds of her breast to the folds of her double belly. Each boob was slightly larger than her head, and while they seemed primed to burst free of her bunny suit, they merely bulged around the hem.
Noir seemed the one closer to a wardrobe malfunction. Her breasts were nearly three times the size of Blanc’s, but they didn’t boast the same perkiness. They splayed atop the curved surface of her fully rounded belly. The cups that held them seemed to only do so by suggestion. They covered her nipples and the center of her breasts, but that still exposed a tremendous valley of cleavage. Additional flesh rolled out at the sides, too. Only the ribbing inside the costume kept Noir from exposing herself.
The fronts of the bunny suits stretched across both girls’ bellies. Blanc’s tucked into the rift between upper and lower belly, highlighting the deep roll that ran in line with her belly button. The upper roll was more of a rounded lump, but the lower roll managed to lie atop Blanc’s thighs.
Noir’s belly seemed undeniably larger. Even the Commander struggled not to think of an overstuffed beanbag chair when he looked at the taut black fabric stretched around the heavy glob. Smooth curves ran seamlessly from top to bottom, side to side, and neatly tucked at the lowest fold. This just happened to be in line with Noir’s knees.
The Commander quickly shook his head. He had to clear his thoughts.
“Of course, you aren’t!” The Commander smiled and rose to his feet. Sure, he hadn’t expected the two to arrive, but this was a common occurrence. He could consider it an impromptu counseling session! “Would you two like a drink or some snacks?”
Blanc sauntered toward the Commander, her wide hips swaying as she did. Her belly might have protruded far in front of her, but it didn’t match her sheer width. Blanc’s width was easily half the Commander’s height, Noir’s even more so. Both had these broad hips and wielded them expertly. Each step Blanc made caused a corresponding hip to bounce. Her bunny suit also failed to cover them at all. Pale, smooth skin stuffed with fat was free to jiggle without restraint. One of these hips bumped the Commander’s side.
Blanc paid no mind to personal space and wrapped her puffy arms around one of his more sculpted and musical appendages. Her arm was soft and lumpy, fat sagging in some places and mounding in others. Despite this, she easily pulled the Commander toward Noir. “Actually, we came to show you something. Noir and I found a new way to recharge luck!”
Luck was an important thing for the twins, and the Commander relied on their recharges quite often. Usually, they all held hands. So, he was curious about the new method.
“Here, stand by Noir. I’m going to put on some music!” Blanc coaxed the Commander toward Noir before she waddled away.
“Hello, Noir. How are you today?” The Commander asked, smiling warmly.
Noir’s entire body twitched. This caused a jiggle to follow. It carried from her plump face, through thick shoulders, arms just slightly puffier than Blanc’s, across the vast surface of her belly, and through her hips. Noir was wider than Blanc, but this was primarily due to how rounded she was. Her hips were bumpier than the broad curve Blanc boasted. Whereas Blanc’s bunny suit nearly tucked itself above her love handles, Noir had hers stretched across it. Fat bulged around the garment, disrupting the smoothness. Beneath it, a lump of fat formed before her thighs began.
Noir’s thighs noticeably sagged. The outsides seemed more tightly packed, but it was easy to notice the flabbiness where each leg squished together. This continued down to cankles so puffy that the Commander couldn’t believe how Noir got her high heels on.
That aside, Noir was obviously nervous. Not her standard timidness, but truly nervous. The Commander smiled and placed his hand on her shoulder. He had to stand off to the side to make the movement less awkward. He didn’t think his arm was quite long enough to reach over her gut and bust.
“Something on your mind?” The Commander’s voice was steady and reassuring. The low tone seemed to resonate with Noir, who visibly relaxed. “Oh, this new luck recharging method. Do you two have an upcoming show that has you nervous?”
Noir placed her hands over the Commander’s. It wasn’t easy with how one arm had to cross her chest, and the other had to battle its own thickness. “N-not quite…but thank you.” Noir slid her hands to the Commander’s wrist so she could rest her cheek over his fingers. This tucked the digits beneath her rounded cheek and suppler shoulder fat. It was a warm, gentle embrace.
Blanc giggled from across the room. “That’s our Pit Boss~ Always worrying about us.” She flittered through some shelves. “Where is it, where is it? Pit Boss, do you still have that record we gave you? Not the Swing one. The smooth jazz.”
The Commander looked toward Blanc and balked. She leaned over one of his shelves as she searched for the record. This caused her to push her hips back, perfectly displaying her rump. The word “Compact” echoed through his head. Yes, Blanc wasn’t as broad as Noir, but her butt was still something else. Broad curves stretched in smooth arcs, gradually tapering and winding to create the picture definition of boxy. Not quite flat, but not bubbly. Curves in every which way and a thickness only diminished by the comparative girth of her belly. Also, seeing as her bunny suit didn’t cover any of it, Blanc’s cheeks were on full display. The Commander knew that only a few inches up there would be a puffy bunny tail, but he couldn’t drag his eyes there. Instead, they went down. They followed the curves until the bulging thickness of their thighs began.
Blanc undeniably had larger thighs than her sister. They were thick, puffy, hardly sagging, simply because there was no room to do so. Fat was stuffed and squished between her hips and her knees. Even where the bottom of her butt cheeks curved, her thighs bulged out to match their thickness. This gradually tapered to her knees, but this was still thick enough that the Commander would need both arms to wrap around just one. This angle also showed off bulging calves. This was where some sagging began. They ended at meaty cankles, just like Noir’s. Only now could the Commander see how they folded over the back of the high heels.
“Pit Boss?” Blanc asked, sharp eyes peaking over her padded shoulder.
The Commander snapped to. “It’s uh at the top right.” He pointed, then watched as Blanc stood on her tippy-toes to reach. Even then, she had to stretch her arm as far as it’d go. Every micro movement caused her to jiggle. She eventually seized the record and put it on a nearby player. The music was now filled with mid-tempo jazz.
Blanc turned and smiled before she waddled back. These steps had less sway, but there was an excited bounce. Her belly rolled, and her chest bounced. She wasted no time and nudged the Commander in front of Blanc.
“Pit Boss, stand here…perfect. Face me and hold your arms out. A little lower, stop!” Blanc coached the Commander on what to do. Her smile broadened as if she knew something the Commander didn’t. “Noir, you too.”
“O-ok!” Noir squeaked and held her arms out. They slowly tucked around the Commander’s sides and pulled back.
The Commander didn’t have time to react before Blanc moved in. She easily slid between his arms, and he found himself sandwiched between the two. Noir’s arms squeezed him from behind, drawing him against her belly with his head settling on her cleavage. Meanwhile, Blanc pushed her belly and chest against the Commander while she rested her chin on his chest.
Blanc’s grin was on full display, smug and excited. “So, what do you think of our new lucky recharge Pit Boss? Can’t you just feel how lucky you are~” She cocked one eyebrow and brought her face closer to his.
The Commander grinned back, only nervously. He tried to move back, but this only pushed his head further into Noir’s cleavage.
“That tickles, Pit Boss.” Even Noir’s voice came out low and smooth. She hugged him tighter. The puffy arms around his waist squeezed and subtly lifted until the Commander hardly touched the floor.
‘They totally tricked me.’ The Commander thought. The surprise visit, Noir’s nervousness, and now this. He had been duped. Of course, this was a pleasant way to be duped, but duped he was. Trapped was also a word stuck in his head.
Blanc continued to lean in. Her face was directly in front of the Commander’s. “Well, don’t you want to recharge? I shouldn’t have to tell you how. Noir’s doing it right now.” She tucked her head between his neck and shoulder. Then, she waited.
The Commander slowly began to squeeze Blanc in his arms. They were already around her. His initial pose had ensured that. Gentle pressure was enough to bury his arms in fat. It was hard to see, but the Commander could tell his arms rested atop Blanc’s hips. It was the fluffy meat of her love handles that rested atop his arm. Each gentle squeeze he made caused Blanc to snuggle in closer.
“I certainly feel lucky.” The Commander chuckled. Noir and Blanc joined him…then they started to move. Blanc slowly dragged her body up and down, and Noir shifted her belly in a circular pattern. “Is the recharge not over?”
“Nope,” The two said in unison.
TBC
