NIKKE WG - For the Love of Soda

[The interview takes place in the Outpost cafeteria, where Anis sits with a jumbo cup of soda in hand.] 

Interviewer: Thank you for sitting down with me today, Anis. You’re somewhat famous for your love of soda. Why do you drink so much soda?

[She grins brightly, taking a long slurp from her cup.] 

Anis: Why do I drink so much Soda? Oh, that’s easy – because she’s amazing! Soda is the sweetest around. I can’t start my day without her by my side.

Interviewer: Just to clarify, when I say “soda,” I mean the fizzy drink. Are you referring to… someone named Soda?

Anis: [Laughs and waves a hand dismissively, causing her arm to jiggle slightly.] Of course I’m talking about Soda – you know, the adorable maid from Maid For You! She always brings me the best drinks and snacks. [She absentmindedly pops a candy in her mouth from a dish Soda left on the table.]

[As if on cue, a cheerful maid – Soda herself – appears carrying a fresh tray laden with frothy soda bottles and a plate of donuts.]

Soda sets the tray down with a graceful bow.

Soda: [Clapping her hands together happily.] Miss Anis, I brought your favorites! Enjoy!

Anis: [Practically bouncing in her seat with excitement.] You see, this is what I mean – she absolutely spoils me rotten. She’s always looking out for me. [Anis grabs a donut and stuffs it into her mouth mid-sentence.] Mmmph, and these snacks… Soda knows exactly what I like.

Interviewer: It certainly seems she keeps you well-supplied. You’ve gone through quite a few sodas already… Does this happen every day?

Anis: [Between gulps of fizzy drink.] Pretty much! Soda makes sure my cup is never empty. Isn’t she the most reliable partner? [She chugs from a two-liter bottle of soda that Soda handed her, draining it in record time. Her once-flat stomach now forms a small bulge against her uniform.] Ahh! So refreshing.

Interviewer: And all those snacks… It’s quite a spread she’s given you.

Anis: I know, right? [She happily munches on a second donut.] She brings me everything I could want: cookies, burgers, even pizza. Honestly, I think she just doesn’t want me to ever be hungry. Such a considerate friend! [Anis pats her belly casually, not noticing how it now presses snugly against her belt.]

Interviewer: Some would say that so many treats might be a bit excessive. Have you noticed any changes in your… uh, physique from all this?

Anis: [Blinking in surprise, she looks down at herself briefly. Her uniform’s normally loose jacket is now taut around her middle, a small sliver of pale midriff peeking out where the fabric doesn’t meet. She shrugs and laughs lightly.] Changes? Nah, not really. I mean, my uniform did feel a tad snug this morning, but I figured it was just the laundry shrinking it. You know how cheap the materials can be these days! And anyway, soda is mostly water – it’s not like it could make me fat or anything.

Soda: [Pipes up cheerily.] Absolutely, Miss Anis. One must keep one’s energy up! Here, have another slice of pizza – extra cheese, just how you like it.

Anis: Oooh, don’t mind if I do! [She eagerly takes the large cheesy slice and crams half of it into her mouth in one bite, her cheeks bulging as she chews. At the same time, her uniform strains further until, with a quiet ping, one of its buttons pops off onto the floor. Anis is too engrossed in the delicious pizza to notice.]

[By now, Anis’s chair is at its limit. The metal legs splay under her tremendous weight. She has ballooned from merely curvy to utterly colossal – nearly 800 pounds of jiggling flesh overflowing her chair, her belly spilling onto her lap as she pants from the effort of her indulgence. The interviewer gulps and decides it’s best to wrap up before disaster strikes.]

Interviewer: So, Anis, one final question: after everything we’ve seen today, do you still believe that soda – the drink – isn’t responsible for… well, any changes to your body?

Anis: [Anis tilts her head, genuinely perplexed by the question, even as her chubby cheeks bunch up around her playful smirk.] Changes to my body? I’m telling you, it’s just the uniform acting weird. [As if to contradict her, a loud rippp echoes – the back of her jacket finally gives up, splitting wide open. She barely notices, merely adjusting her weight again.] And of course I believe in Soda! She’s my best friend. She’d never steer me wrong.

Interviewer: So all this— [she gestures awkwardly at the piles of empty plates and Anis’s now massive figure] —it’s just… normal to you?

Anis: Totally normal! I always say, you can’t have too much of a good thing. [She winks, finishing the last swig of soda from her cup.] Thanks to Soda, I’m living my best life! Don’t you feel happier just watching me enjoy myself?

Suddenly, with a loud groan, Anis’s chair finally gives in and collapses beneath her bulk, dumping her onto the floor in a pillowy heap. Anis blinks in surprise, still clutching her empty cup.

Soda: Oh dear! Miss Anis, are you alright? [Soda rushes to her side, fussing over her with concern – though Anis’s body is so well-padded that she hasn’t felt a thing.]

Anis: [Bursts into laughter, her whole body jiggling as she remains seated on the floor amidst the wreckage of the chair.] I’m fine! That poor chair just couldn’t handle how awesome I am! [She gives the interviewer a thumbs-up from her new low angle, completely unfazed.] Like I said, must’ve been faulty furniture.

Interviewer: [Relieved that she’s unhurt, he stands up and gathers his notes.] Well, thank you for your time, Anis. This has been very enlightening.

Anis: [Beaming up at him, entirely sincere.] Anytime! I’m always happy to talk – especially if it’s about my favorite topic. [She gives a cheeky grin and raises her half-empty soda can in a toast.] Cheers to Soda!

As the interviewer takes his leave, Soda already has a replacement chair and a new tray of treats at the ready. Anis cheerfully reaches for another burger, content and blissfully unaware of the vast expanse of her body. The interview may have ended, but for Anis, the feast is clearly far from over...