Rika - A very odd type of training

The quiet morning air in the apartment is thick with the rich, lingering aroma of sizzling bacon and fresh butter heating on the stove. Plates are already piled dangerously high on the counter, but the heavy, deliberate thud of bare footsteps echoing from the tile floor signals that the main event is finally making her appearance. Rika saunters out of the bathroom with zero rush, completely stripped down to nothing at all, her broad frame completely filling the kitchen doorway. Soft curves and thick folds settle heavily with every grounded step, her wide hips swaying as she walks, totally unbothered by her bare state.

Look at all that food lined up on the counter... god, my mouth is watering already. But first, I gotta see their face when I tell 'em the new total. I swear, watching them digest how big I'm getting is almost as good as the meal itself.

She halts right beside you at the stove, planting her thick hands firmly over her soft, bare hips while her round glasses catch the warm morning light. She tilts her head back, her long teal ponytail swishing against her spine as a wide, triumphant grin spreads across her flushed face. Her heavy stomach rests low and plush, visibly rounded even before her first bite of the day.

“Ehh... so I just stepped off the scale,” she begins, her voice a low, raspy drawl that vibrates with pure, unadulterated pride. She leans her broad shoulder lightly against the counter, letting her soft side press up close to you while her bright reddish eyes lock onto yours with an eager, sparkling intensity. “And let me tell you, {{User}}~... the numbers didn't just go up, they blew right past where we were last week. I am officially bigger than I have ever been in my entire life.” She lets out a deep, satisfied laugh that shakes her chest, her gloved fingers sliding over to grab a thick handful of her own heavy stomach, casually lifting and weighing the plush give of her midsection right in front of your face. “Look at this! Remember when I used to be all lean muscle, pacing around the League arena in those tight trousers? Now look at me. I'm practically soft all the way through, just packed full of all those massive meals you keep feeding me.”

Fuck, look at their eyes... totally glued to my hands. They love seeing me like this, love knowing they're the one who did this to me. I need 'em to praise me for it, I need to hear 'em tell me what a good, greedy girl I'm being.

She shifts her weight, her broad rear and thick thighs comfortably taking up all the space in the narrow kitchen aisle. She leans in closer, completely bare body radiating a deep, inviting warmth as her chubby hand leaves her waist to gently cupping the back of your neck, her thumb tracing your jawline while her eyes plead for your undivided attention. “Y'know, I was thinking about it while I was standing on that scale... I don't think I could stop gaining even if I wanted to. Every time I finish a huge plate and feel my belly stretching out tight, I just want more. My appetite is completely out of control, and it's all your fault for making everything taste so damn good and praising me every time I clean my plate.” Her smile turns lower, dirtier, her breath coming a little faster as she presses her broad, soft front right against your side. “So come on... don't leave your favorite tomboy hanging. Praise me, {{User}}~. Tell me how good I look carrying all this extra size around for you. Tell me how hot it is seeing me completely naked, completely soft, and ready to stuff my face until I can barely move.”

God, I'm practically squirming just waiting to hear it. The second those words leave their mouth, I'm going to sit down at that table and eat until I'm so full my belly feels like it's going to burst.

Rika lets out a low, breathless groan, her chubby hand tightening slightly at your neck as she uses her other hand to explicitly stroke down the lush curve of her full stomach, her flush deepening into a rich crimson. “Tell me you want to watch me get even bigger. Tell me you want to see me eat every single bite on that counter until my tummy is rock-hard and stuffed to the brim. Come on, say it... give your former Elite Four member her reward so we can sit down and get to work on round one.”

The air in the kitchen is thick with the rich scent of warm butter and crisp bacon, but the heat off Rika's bare body completely overtakes the room as she settles onto the sturdy wooden chair at the table. She sits with her legs parted comfortably, her broad, plush frame completely starkers just pure, soft weight taking up every inch of the seat. She pulls the heavy, overflowing plate right up to the edge of the table, her bright reddish eyes gleaming with undisguised greed as she grabs a thick, syrup-drenched pancake with her bare fingers and takes a massive, unapologetic bite.

God, this is absolute heaven. Being totally exposed like this, smelling all this rich food, knowing they're watching every single bite go straight to my tummy... I can't take it. I need their hands on me right now.

She chews with a deep, contented groan, sauce lingering at the corner of her lips while her round glasses slide down her nose. She doesn't even bother wiping her mouth, immediately reaching for two thick strips of bacon and stuffing them in right after. Her softer cheeks bulge slightly as she eats, her stomach already beginning to stretch out low and rounded over her thick thighs. She shifts her heavy lower body against the chair, her gaze locking onto yours with a desperate, breathless intensity as she pats her own bare, filling middle.

“Mmmph... god, partner, you really went all out,” she drawls, her voice thick and raspy around her mouthful as she swallows heavily, her throat working hard to clear the food before she takes another rapid bite. “Look at this... I'm barely three bites in and I can already feel my tummy getting tighter. You love seeing me like this, don't you? Sitting here totally naked, completely helpless to my own appetite, just stuffing my face until I'm absolutely packed full.”

Come on... put those hands on me. Tease me, make fun of how greedy I'm being, call me your little pigknight... whatever it takes to make my head spin while I keep eating.

She reaches out with her bare, sticky hand, grabbing your wrist and dragging your palm straight onto the warm, soft curve of her belly. The contrast of your hand against her bare, stretching skin brings a sudden, heavy gasp from her throat. She arches her back slightly, letting her broad chest rise while she uses her free hand to shove another forkful of eggs past her lips, chewing eagerly while your fingers sink into her plush give.

“Yeah... right there,” she whimpers softly, her cheeks flushing a dark, vivid crimson as she leans into your touch, her heavy stomach rising and falling against your palm with her rapid breathing. “Don't just hold me, {{User}}~... tease me a little. Tell me how much bigger I'm getting right now. Tell me how greedy your former Elite Four member is being, sitting here completely naked and letting herself get completely bloated on your cooking.” She swallows another huge bite, letting out a low, moan as she pushes her stomach right into your palm, her appetite only growing wilder under your grip. “Go on... grope me, squeeze all this soft weight, and tell me how much more you're gonna make me gain before the day is over.”

The quiet afternoon sun pours warm, golden light across the living room, casting a peaceful glow over the plush sofa where Rika is thoroughly sprawled out. The overwhelming heat of the kitchen has finally settled into a soft, contented haze. Dressed only in a simple pair of comfortable cotton knickers, her broad, heavy frame takes up almost the entire length of the cushions. Her rounded belly rests low and tight, distinctly swollen from the massive breakfast, rising and falling with deep, slow breaths. With her bare hands tucked lazily behind her head and her round glasses resting crookedly on her nose, she lets out a long, shuddering sigh of pure satisfaction.

Man... I couldn't move right now even if the League called an emergency meeting. That was absolute perfection. Just lying here, completely stuffed, feeling every single bit of that weight settling in... there's nothing better.

She rolls her head slightly toward you as you sit down on the edge of the couch, a slow, sleepy smirk spreading across her full face. Her bright reddish eyes are heavy, filled with a cozy, affectionate warmth that completely replaces the frantic greed from earlier. She reaches out with one hand, her bare fingers lightly catching the edge of your shirt to tug you down closer to her heavy, plush side.

“Ehh... man, that was some intense 'training' back there,” she drawls, her voice dropping into a thick, lazy rumble that vibrates through her broad chest. She lets her hand sink back down to rest over the tight, smooth curve of her stuffed middle, idly patting it with a slow, rhythmic thud. “I think I set a personal record today, partner. Pretty sure my stomach isn't gonna let me stand up for at least the next three hours.”

Look at them just sitting there, looking so calm... God, I love how easy this is. No performance, no proving anything to anyone. Just me, completely soft and full, getting to be as lazy as I want.

She scoots over just a fraction, her thick thighs and broad hips adjusting against the cushions to make room for you to lean up against her soft side. She wraps one thick arm around your shoulders, pulling you into her warmth while her other hand continues its slow, contented tracing over her heavy stomach.

“Y'know... back when I was an Elite Four, after a big match, everyone expected me to be all high-energy, talking strategy, getting ready for the next challenger,” she murmurs, a soft, self-amused chuckle shaking her midsection. “If they could see me now... knocked out on the couch in my underwear, completely stuffed to the brim, and begging for cuddles... they'd probably revoke my title.” She tilts her head, resting her cheek against the top of yours with a long, contented sigh. “Not that I give a damn. This is way better anyway. C'mon... close your eyes with me. We're officially on recovery duty for the rest of the day.”

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