Nikke WG/Preg Drive - Bready - 03

Lost Relic Fragment - 03: The Splendamin Feast

The Commander stood in quiet awe, gazing at Bready as she reclined against a mound of pillows in their private quarters. In the soft light of the room, her form was nothing short of majestic. Bready had grown so immense, even more so than a few weeks ago; she was a vision of abundant life and love. Her belly, round and heavy with their developing children, rose grandly from her lap. It dominated her silhouette, a glorious dome that swelled outward in fertile grandeur, stretched taut and smooth, yet glowing with a gentle warmth. The simple maternity dress she wore was strained to its limits, clinging lovingly to her expanded curves. Its fabric cupped the underside of her belly and left a hint of her lower midriff exposed, unable to contain all of her. The Commander’s heart fluttered at the sight. To him, Bready had never been more beautiful. Every inch of her—from the broad swell of her abdomen to the plush fullness of her hips and thighs—exuded a radiant, feminine grace. He marveled at how small his own hand looked as he rested it tenderly atop her belly, feeling the subtle movements of life within. She was heavy with their twins (or perhaps more—Bready teased they might have a whole “baker’s dozen” in there), and each passing day had added to her voluptuous figure. Yet in his eyes, she was a goddess: the very embodiment of warmth, fertility, and love.

Despite her great size, Bready’s face shone with a contented glow. Her cheeks had a rosy fullness to them, and her eyes sparkled with joy whenever she caught the Commander staring adoringly. She often giggled softly and placed her hand over his, guiding it to where a baby might be kicking. In those quiet moments, he could scarcely breathe, overcome with love for the woman before him. He cherished every new inch of her, every soft curve that had grown on her body. From the gentle roundness of her shoulders to the generous swell of her breasts (which now rested atop her belly like two plush pillows), Bready was lush and abundant. Her hips had widened dramatically to support her growing middle, giving her a mesmerizing hourglass shape gone gloriously out of proportion. He admired the way her wide hips and ample backside cushioned her as she sat—she was like a queen on a throne of pillows, each of her curves a testament to the life they had created together. And through it all, she maintained that sweet, slightly mischievous smile he had fallen in love with.

As much as the Commander worried about her comfort carrying so much weight, Bready herself was exultant. She often confessed in shy, delighted whispers that she loved how big she was getting. In fact, it had been her wish to accelerate things—both for the babies’ growth and, admittedly, for her own desire to be even larger and more bountiful.

“I want to meet them, and… well, I wouldn’t mind being truly huge for you, love,” she had told him one night, blushing yet earnest, as his hands gently massaged the small of her back.

Her words were whimsical but sincere. The Commander’s heart had swelled at her trust in him to fulfill such a fantastical desire. From that moment, he vowed to make it happen if he could. And so he had quietly reached out to their friend Crust, the Ark’s finest chef and culinary wizard, to devise a special solution.

Crust had positively cackled with glee when he explained the idea. The talented chef Nikke was famous for her creations with Splendamin—a wondrous edible substance that could multiply flavors and nutrients exponentially. If anyone could craft a dish to safely speed up Bready’s growth, it was her. She got to work at once, designing something whimsical and potent. The result now rested on a silver tray in the Commander’s hands: a Splendamin-charged sandwich unlike any other. It was enormous and overflowing, fit for a feast. Stacks of soft, freshly baked bread (courtesy of Cooking Oil squad’s kitchens) cradled layers of rich, succulent fillings. There were sweet, glaze-kissed meats interwoven with crisp emerald greens, slathers of golden butter and fruit preserves, and a creamy spread that shimmered with a faint iridescence—the telltale sign of concentrated Splendamin. The entire sandwich emitted a delightful aroma, a blend of sweet and savory that made Bready’s sensitive nose twitch in anticipation. The Commander felt the tray vibrate gently in his grip; or was that his own excited tremor? He stepped closer to Bready, a loving smile on his face.

“Darling,” he said softly, “Crust has delivered something magical for us.”

Bready’s eyes widened at the sight of the towering sandwich. Her nostrils flared as the medley of scents reached her—her extraordinary sense of taste already picking up nuances in the air. Being gifted (and cursed) with a supernaturally sensitive palate, Bready could detect every ingredient almost by smell alone. Her plush lips parted in amazement.

“Oh my… that smells incredible,” she breathed.

Carefully, the Commander sat on the edge of the bed and placed the tray in front of her. Even this simple movement was filled with tenderness; he made sure the tray was well within her reach so she wouldn’t have to strain forward too much over her glorious belly. Bready adjusted herself, scooting upright with a little effort. Her belly jostled and settled heavily, and the Commander instinctively reached an arm behind her to support her back as she moved. Once she was comfortable, propped up by pillows, she peered down at the concoction with childlike wonder.

Crust’s note had said this sandwich would be “the ultimate Splendamin feast,” whimsical and powerful. Bready glanced at the Commander, excitement and a touch of nerves dancing in her eyes. He brushed a lock of her silvery-blonde hair behind her ear (pregnancy had made her hair thicker and more lustrous, he noted admiringly) and murmured, “Only if you’re ready, my love. We can still wait if you’re unsure.”

She responded by placing a hand atop his and guiding it to her belly, where a strong kick thumped against his palm.

“They’re ready,” Bready said with a laugh that tinkled like a bell. “I’m ready. I’ve never been more sure.” Her gaze softened lovingly. “Thank you for doing this for me… I know it’s a little crazy.”

He leaned in and kissed her forehead, which was warm and slightly dewy. “Anything for you,” he whispered. With that, Bready picked up the sandwich with both hands. It was almost comically large; even with her round, chubby fingers (swollen a bit from pregnancy) spread wide, she barely encompassed its girth. A bead of sauce dripped down one side, and the Commander quickly caught it with a napkin before it could fall on her belly. They exchanged a giggle—a brief moment of levity that eased any lingering tension.

Bready brought the sandwich to her lips and took her first bite. The moment her teeth sank in, her eyes fluttered closed in pure bliss. Flavor burst across her tongue in a symphony unlike any she’d experienced. Each ingredient sang: the sweet tang of fruit, the savory depth of meat, the buttery richness and the curious spark of Splendamin that made everything taste heightened yet perfectly balanced. Mmm… A delighted moan escaped her; it was so delicious that it nearly overwhelmed her finely tuned taste buds, but Crust had calibrated it just right. Bready could actually enjoy it without her gift becoming too intense—truly a magical feat.

“It’s marvelous,” she gasped between eager bites, her voice heavy with pleasure and gratitude.

The Commander watched, enraptured by how happy she looked savoring the treat. A smear of berry preserve glistened at the corner of her mouth and he wiped it gently with his thumb, unable to stop smiling at her joy.

With each bite Bready took, the Commander noticed a subtle change beginning. A warm flush had spread across Bready’s cheeks and down her neck. She paused after perhaps half the sandwich was gone, pressing a hand to her belly.

“It’s warm…!” she said softly. “Inside, it feels so warm… and tingly.” Her tone was curious, not alarmed.

The Commander shifted closer, wrapping an arm around her robust shoulders both to steady her and to share in whatever came next. He could feel a gentle heat emanating from her body, like the comforting heat of an oven just turned low. It’s the Splendamin doing its work, he realized. Crust had explained that once ingested, the Splendamin-infused nutrients would multiply rapidly, releasing a flood of nourishment to both mother and unborn children.

“Everything okay?” he asked, searching her face. Bready nodded, a dreamy smile coming to her lips.

“More than okay… I feel wonderful. Just… ooh…”

She let out a soft, surprised gasp. Under their joined hands, resting atop the apex of her belly, a ripple seemed to pass. A gentle surge, as if her belly had taken a breath and expanded.

The Commander’s eyes widened. Yes—he could actually see it happening now. Bready’s belly was growing. Slowly at first, then in waves that coincided with the pulses of warmth. With each comfortable throb, her middle pushed outward a little more, rounding fuller, then fuller still. The fabric of her dress, already taut, began to seriously struggle. A seam emitted a faint creak of protest. Enchanted, the Commander slid the tray with the half-eaten sandwich aside (out of harm’s way) and knelt beside Bready on the floor, bringing himself eye-level with her blossoming tummy. He kept one steadying hand on the small of her back and the other on the side of her belly. He could feel it under his palm: the skin stretching, the surface firm yet pliant, growing hotter to the touch as new mass accumulated within. It was like a dough rising, except this was living flesh, alive and vibrant.

Bready let out a long, shivering sigh. Not of pain—rather of deep, sensual relief, as though a secret hunger inside her was finally being sated.

“Oh Commander… I can feel them,” she whispered, her voice quavering with emotion. “They’re getting bigger… they’re growing so fast…”

Indeed, the babies seemed to respond to the Splendamin surge as well. The Commander could discern more pronounced movements inside, the gentle kicks and stretches of little limbs that were gaining strength and size by the second. He nearly laughed aloud in astonishment and joy. It was working.

Another wave came, and Bready’s growth accelerated. Her belly surged outward in a sudden burst, forcing a surprised but euphoric gasp from her. In an instant, the straining mid-section of her dress gave way with a soft tearing sound, splitting to reveal a generous swath of bare, creamy skin. The Commander’s breath caught in his throat. The exposed portion of Bready’s belly was gorgeous—lush and taut and glowing, truly embodying the miracle of life. He couldn’t resist leaning in to plant a tender kiss on that warm, expanding curve. Bready giggled at the tickle of his lips and stroked his hair lovingly, even as she arched her back slightly to accommodate the growth.

Her body was changing all over to embrace the new weight. The Splendamin feast did more than just swell her belly; it bestowed soft, plentiful flesh wherever it could. The Commander found his gaze drifting down as Bready’s hips bloomed wider before his very eyes. He heard the bedframe creak as her widening hips and bottom pressed outward, claiming more space on the mattress. Her thighs, once merely thick, became sumptuous and pillowy, their softness spreading as fresh weight padded them generously. The gentle purple fabric of her leggings (specially made to stretch) grew semi-transparent over the newly added curves of her hips and legs. It wasn’t ripping, thankfully, but it clung delectably, outlining every swell and contour. Her curves took on an exaggerated, fantastical roundness—the kind one might expect in a whimsical dream. And all the while, Bready’s expression was one of pure, glowing delight.

She resumed eating the remainder of the sandwich between bouts of growth, each bite fueling another luscious expansion. With each swallow, her body responded eagerly. Her breasts, which had already grown heavy with pregnancy, swelled a cup size or two more, the neckline of her dress dipping as cleavage surged upward. They were full and ripe, ready to nourish soon, and the Commander silently promised himself he’d get her better support garments after this. For now, however, he was utterly entranced by how bountiful she had become.

Bready’s breathing grew husky and deep as she neared the end of the sandwich, but it was laced with laughter and tears of happiness.

“I-I feel… so much,” she murmured, voice filled with wonder.

The Commander had moved back onto the bed by then, sitting beside her to cradle as much of her as he could. One arm was wrapped around her back and shoulders, the other hand rubbing soothing circles on the side of her enormously grown belly. It was truly immense now, a colossal sphere of life that dominated her form. Her belly had finally reached a full-term size—and then some. In fact, she looked well beyond full term, as if she carried not one, not two, but an entire brood of large, healthy babies. The taut skin had a radiant sheen under the soft light, and faint silver lines of stretched skin at the sides caught the glow—a mark of how dramatically she had expanded, and to the Commander, they were like shimmering badges of honor on her body.

The final bite of the Splendamin sandwich sent a last cozy shudder through Bready’s form. She closed her eyes, leaning back into the Commander’s supportive arm, and let the warmth wash over her. Her transformation was complete. The feast had done its work spectacularly. Bready had gained well over 300 pounds in mere minutes, and every bit of it showed in her gloriously augmented figure. She was huge, heavy, and radiant. The room was filled with a serene silence now, broken only by their breathing and an occasional tiny hiccup from Bready (she let out a bashful giggle at that). The air even smelled sweetly of the magical meal’s remnants, mixed with the light floral scent of Bready’s skin.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The Commander simply held Bready, utterly overwhelmed by love and admiration. His arms encircled as much of her as possible. One hand caressed the expanse of her belly in slow, reverent strokes; the other rubbed her back and side, feeling the generous new plushness there. She was so soft, so fertile and warm, it was like holding living, breathing heaven in his arms. Bready nestled into him, nuzzling her head against the crook of his neck. She felt heavy as a cloud in his embrace—substantial and real, yet to him, supporting her was effortless because he never wanted to let go. He shifted slightly, easing them both into a more reclined, cuddling position against the pillows. Bready’s massively widened hips and backside provided a natural cushion, and she curled into the Commander’s side, belly resting partly across his lap. The weight of it was immense, and he loved it—he loved feeling their children inside, loved the symbol of their shared love made tangible and so grand.

Tears glinted at the corners of Bready’s eyes as she finally opened them.

“We… we did it,” she whispered, voice hitching with emotion. The Commander turned and kissed away a tear from her cheek, then pressed his forehead to hers.

“You did it, love. You’re amazing,” he replied softly. He could not resist planting a gentle kiss on her lips. She tasted faintly of sugar and berries from the sandwich, an added sweetness to the tender kiss. Both of them sighed contentedly.

Bready looked down at herself, at the monumental swell of her belly and the expansive curves that comprised her new form. A laugh bubbled up from her chest—a laugh of pure joy and disbelief. She wiggled her toes, which peeked out from swollen legs, and placed her hands on the crest of her belly. “I feel like… like a balloon filled with stars,” she said dreamily, then added with a playful grin, “a very heavy balloon.” The Commander chuckled, his hand joining hers atop her belly. He could feel tiny kicks against their palms as the little ones settled into their now roomy home.

“You’re glowing,” he told her, and it was true. Bready positively glowed with vitality—her skin had a radiant flush, and her eyes sparkled brighter than any jewel in the Old World’s ruins. She was resplendent, a figure out of myth cradling new life.

Outside, beyond their window, the neon lights of the Ark city twinkled in the distance and the perpetual twilight of the surface world loomed. But here, in this private haven, time stood still for just a little while. The Commander tightened his embrace around his beloved, feeling the softness of her enlarged form press all around him. Bready gave a content hum, snuggling as close as her grand belly would allow. He murmured sweet words into her ear—how proud he was of her, how beautiful she was, how he loved her more each passing day. Each confession made her cheeks glow even redder. She shifted, guiding one of his hands to cup the side of her belly and the other to rest over her heart. Beneath his palm, her heart beat strong and steady, still quickened from the excitement but gradually calming into a gentle, loving rhythm.

In that tender pose, cradled in the Commander’s arms, Bready felt completely safe and adored. She closed her eyes and simply basked in the warmth and fullness that enveloped her. It was as though a golden light had filled her from within—warmth from the magical meal, fullness from the life it nourished, and an overwhelming warmth from love. She had never imagined she could feel so complete, so deeply happy. The Commander held her firmly yet gently, as if she were the most precious treasure in all the ruins above and the city below (and to him, she certainly was). A quiet yawn escaped Bready’s lips; the eventful transformation had made her pleasantly drowsy. The Commander chuckled softly.

“Rest, my love,” he whispered, brushing his fingers through her hair soothingly. “I’ll be right here.”

As Bready drifted on the edge of sleep, she sighed, glowing with contentment. The transformation had fulfilled her whimsical wish in the most wondrous way. She was immense and beautiful, heavy and cherished, carrying the promise of their future in her womb. And as she nestled closer, she felt the Commander plant one more kiss atop her head, his strong arms never faltering in their protective, loving cradle around her.

In that moment, with her new form fully realized and embraced, Bready knew this memory would be a treasure she’d carry in her heart forever. The Splendamin feast had done more than accelerate her pregnancy—it had created an experience of pure magic and love between them. She and the Commander remained entwined in warmth, sharing slow breaths and gentle caresses, until the final glow of the transformation settled and only the soft light of their love remained.

They stayed like that, holding each other, bathed in a glow of warmth and fullness. The Commander closed his eyes, committing the feel of her–so grand and yet so tender–to memory. Bready, immense and radiant, smiled as she felt their babies give one more light kick, as if in thanks. In her husband’s arms, at last, she felt truly complete. The Splendamin feast had ended, and in its wake it left a miracle—a love grown larger than either of them ever dreamed, now illuminated in the gentle embrace of two hearts beating as one.