[Weight Gain/Feederism]

In the Japanese Navy, rumors went around, talking about an admiral with not only the chops to command his fleet in the midst of danger, but with a kill count so high that even the abyssals deemed him an incredibly high priority target. At such a young age too. This one young man and the rumors that surrounded him was the talk of the navy, him and the girls that worked under and with him... And yet, one day, those rumors stopped. Nobody knew quite for sure why they stopped, but there had to be a good reason. Clearly he had to have met his end in a glory-filled way, facing down too many abyssals to count..!

At least, that's what the young and hopeful tried to rationalize the disappearance of the rumors as. In reality, things were much simpler and arguably much more embarrassing for the prestigious admiral. Especially since it wasn't just his own skills that had fallen out of favor...

"Nagato..?" A young and labored voice asked aloud. The words were spoken with the intent to carry at least a little authority, but they came off as desperate more so than anything. Especially considering the one actually speaking.

A rather rotund looking young man sat within his commanding chair, or at least what he was doing could be called sitting. Most of his body was spilling out and over the sides of his seat, to the point where it was a miracle that the supports below hadn't shattered and caused him to fall to the ground in such a buffoonish manner. Not many months ago, he was much leaner and arguably attractive enough to pick any of his ship girls as a secretary, but ever since that one day... His more notable masculine traits had regressed, leaving behind a doughy boy with a feminine softness to his form. With his flabby frame and his inability to truly relieve himself from his chair, he truly looked unfit to command anything, much less a naval base in its entirety. Despite this, he was indeed still leading his fleet... Albeit not without a complication or five.

It took a few moments before the ample Admiral received an answer to his inquiry, prompting him to turn his neck to the side so that he could actually look at his secretary. Not that he would need to turn much, given the fact that his secretary ship had swollen in just an absurd a manner as he had. 

He had chosen quite the girl to serve as his secretary. One of the Big Seven, Nagato. The proudest and largest of all the battleships in his fleet... in more ways than one at this point. From a toned and tough figure, every inch of her body had practically sunk in on itself. Gone was all the muscle, replaced with a meaty layer of fat that was just as tough as her body was previously... and yet it served to ruin the image of an undefeatable Battleship, just like her admiral's own growth had shattered his reputation.

While she previously did have a ton of pride in herself, had discarded any sense of it at this point, She didn't want to admit that she had any sort of pride in her plump posture, preferring to lean into a much more.. subdued way of thinking. She wasn't alone, either. Just by looking at her, the Admiral started having second thoughts about what he was going to ask her... but if he didn't do it now, then he'd never get a chance.

"Nagato!" He shouted to get the bloated black-haired woman's attention, prompting the latter to open her eyes wide and stand at attention, her thick frame wobbling ever slightly as she saluted. "Good, you've not gone deaf... I... You know, I have to ask you something really important..."

The secretary Battleship tilted her head a little. "Yeah..? What's... what's so important you have to yell, Admiral..?" Her voice sounded just a little slow, like her general thought process was at this point. Gone was the quick thinking that the Admiral loved her for, replaced with thoughts equally as thick and useless as the rest of her.

"...You remember how we were... Don't you? Before we got this... Enormous..." The young and fully-packed Admiral continued as he tried grabbing ahold of his belly to heft it up a little, but the sides that were spilling out across the armguards made it hard to actually lift his girthy belly. Even as he struggled and audibly gasped as a result, he had to give up by collapsing against the back of his chair, sweat dripping down his brow.

Just the sight of the man that she had grown to admire ever since he took command of the base, falling to this pathetic of a point was enough to finally rouse some semblance of her former pride from the innermost parts of Nagato's plumped psyche. "Of... Of course I do, Admiral! I remember when we weren't reduced to... to..." Not a second after however, that pride fizzled as she grabbed ahold of her love-handles and tugged the adipose assets upward, weakly letting go of them as they flopped back down unceremoniously.

"If only things could go back to normal, to how things were back then..." The adipose Admiral muttered uselessly, only for his nose to pick up the scent of something dangerously familiar. Something that also pulled the pride-less Battleship's attention towards the door that led out of the office.

The smell of freshly made creamy donuts filled the office as the door opened, revealing the one who had baked the wonderful treats, as well as the source of their unfortunate growth... Fubuki. The lowest-ranked Destroyer at the base, and the one that had been with the base for the longest time, supporting the Admiral from the day he had arrived.

"Admiral! I brought some treats! Your favorite donuts!" She chimed happily, her folds flopping around with every happy step she took. She was afflicted with the same kind of heavy weight as the other two, and yet there was a distinct difference between them and her. She had always been this big, and she hadn't actually grown much fatter since she offered to bake for her Admiral.

"Fubuki..." The Admiral started speaking, only for his body to instinctively react to the thirst-inducing smell of the donuts that he had been conditioned to consume in bulk. He could taste them just by smelling the warmth wafting off them...

"Mmm? What, Admiral? Is there something on my face?" The cheery Destroyer chimed as she placed the platter on the desk, before trying to rub away at her cheeks to check if her hunch was correct. Upon realizing that there was absolutely nothing smeared on her cheeks, she giggled and shrugged. "Well? If there's not something on my face, what's w-"

Before Fubuki had a chance to finish, both the Admiral and Nagato had started digging in, prompting her to giggle further and join them. It's not like anything was wrong, they were enjoying her baked goods like they always had! In fact, ever since she started baking for them, things were muuuch better at the base. Sure, everyone got just as big as her if not bigger, but everyone was a lot happier!

She could remember that fateful moment like it was yesterday...

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A fleeting day, not many weeks ago, a young brunette with a bit of a bloated belly found herself standing before her Admiral's desk, rubbing the back of her head in a bit of a sheepish fashion. She had messed up on patrol again, and this time she had to answer to her mistakes. That's what she could discern from his disappointed expression... and the intense glare that was radiating from Nagato, standing at his side.

"Fubuki. I'm sorry to say, but if you can't improve, we're going to have to decommission you. We simply do not have enough resources to support a freeloader. Even with the result of our successful Abyssal repelling operations, we risk running into the red if something keeps going wrong..." The Admiral said with a heavy heart, as it was clear that he really didn't want to do something like this... even if his secretary would love to just expel the failure of a Destroyer.

"Aw, Admiral... I have other uses besides combat, though! I'm... I'm a really good baker!" Fubuki tried to play off the severity of the situation by procuring a little sample of her talents, a cream-filled donut. The pastry was placed rather haphazardly on the Admiral's desk, as she continued to nervously laugh and hope that he would show some mercy...

"...You know what, just go take a rest, Fubuki. We'll continue this tomorrow. You barely got out of that skirmish without any damage, so I'm giving you one last reward. But I'm warning you, if this keeps up, we will be repurposing your equipment." The Admiral had been convinced to show her a bit of leniency, something that the Destroyer would not forget easily... assuming she didn't forget it as she took off from the office, slamming the door behind her.

"You should've just given her the penalty and discarded her, Admiral." Nagato's callous words cut hard, or they would've if Fubuki hadn't just run off to take advantage of the mercy she was granted.

The lean white-clad officer dismissed her concerns by waving his hand. "I know you're wound up, Nagato, but we don't achieve success by condemning our allies. Besides... some part of her wants to improve, that's why she's shared her talents with us. Even if they're no doubt the reason for her poor performance." The Admiral explained as he picked up the donut, examining it briefly before taking a bite to taste it.

That bite was the bite that sealed his fate, and he wouldn't know it before it was too late...