[Slob, Weight Gain]

As an Admiral currently on loan to the Iron Blood navy, Murakami Iehisa was doing his best to stay on guard. Given the more monstrous nature of the ship girls that served the Iron Blood, it was natural for a young boy like him to fear them. But he had to lead them. For the sake of their alliance. For the sake of keeping the seas safe in his own way. At least, that's what he thought.

Then he met Roon. To call her anything but an obsessive Yandere that wanted to keep him as hers and hers alone would undercut the need she had for him. All because he was the one saddled with taking care of her, he was forced to confront the fact that she would tear his entire fleet apart should she think he was neglecting her in favor of somebody else.

But he knew how he could handle her. The fact that she was so obsessed did not mean she was actively malicious. Which made it easy for him to slowly but surely worm a solution into her. A solution that required her to keep focusing on what he did to her. A solution that she would become blind to, thanks to the affection he offered her.

Using the skills he learned when he was even younger, he slowly but surely cooked meal after meal specifically for Roon. And thanks to how much she loved him, thanks to how much she craved him in particular, she was utterly unable to realize what would happen if she kept indulging in these wonderful meals. Even as her waistline started to grow bigger and bigger, she only focused on him. No matter what he did, she was still obsessed with him and him alone.

So what if her stomach was starting to weigh her down to the point where she was practically stuck on the couch every day? So what if she was starting to wear out her current uniform because she couldn't really get it off and it somehow hadn't torn itself apart thanks to how big she had grown? And so what if she was sweating to the point where that very same uniform had soaked up her scent and her smell, which only grew worse with every day that passed?

As long as she was with her Admiral, and as long as he kept feeding her in that loving way, it wasn't a bad thing.

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"Admiral!"

Roon cried out as she stuck her arms out towards the boy that had just come into the room that had become hers. It had previously been a living room but thanks to how much the young Admiral had spoiled her for the sake of his plan, he had to basically quarantine her inside this room. Otherwise the other shipgirls would come and try to tease her. And that would just lead to potential trouble.

Not to mention how big she had gotten. It was a wonder she still fit on top of that couch. Her belly by itself was able to take up most of the space on that couch. It was only because the rest of that very same belly was currently leaking out over the side of the couch that she could even lay there, especially as the legs underneath quietly creaked every time she moved around.

Honestly, she was pathetic compared to her original self. When Iehisa had met her for the first time, she displayed such astonishing agility that made him worry for his life. Now? She could barely move her arms to try and give him a big hug whenever he arrived. Otherwise she'd sleep on that couch and rest the day away. Whether she slept because she needed to so she could recover energy or just because she didn't want to be awake whenever her dear Admiral wasn't there... Was a difficult question to answer.

"It's nice to see you too, Roon." Iehisa said with a soft smile, his body earnestly shivering as he came closer. Barely avoiding her reach as he took a seat on the table in front of her. A table that he hadn't cleaned yet, resulting in a bunch of bowls full of soup and other leftovers still resting peacefully on it. When was the last time that he had cleaned this table? Probably the last time Roon had bothered to try and bathe... "Are you ready for today's meal?"

Roon let a bit of drool run down her chin. Not that it was easy to tell it apart from the sweat flowing down as well. It was so unfathomably humid inside this room, and it wasn't just because it was in the middle of summer. It was also because of how she hadn't been washing her body. That humid stench started to leak into the rest of the room, which was then in the process of cooking her. As long as she didn't wash herself, she'd keep on sweating. But it wasn't like she was going to bother doing something like that. She got so much food from her Admiral without lifting a finger. So why should she even try?

"M-Mhm!" She cried out as she tried to reach for that big bowl full of the noodles that her Admiral kept on making for her. Those thick and slippery things and all of that incredibly juicy meat that swirled around alongside it all. It felt so good to eat. So much so that she wanted to hold the bowl herself. But when she tried, all that happened was her body failing her as she very nearly started tipping out over the edge of the couch, the sweat running down her body harder and harder as it grew much more difficult to breathe.

Iehisa's eyes barely widened as he was able to put the bowl down on the table, quickly jumping off as he pushed his dear Roon back onto the couch with all of the power in his tiny body. She was so much bigger than her, and all of that weight only served to exaggerate the difference between them. But even then, he was able to put all of his power into pressing her against the couch and preventing her from falling over. He didn't want to experience the agony of lifting her properly, so this was something he had to do-

"Admiraaaal!"

The young Admiral let out a mildly pained gasp as the oversized blonde ship girl wrapped her log-sized arms around him and hugged him as tightly as she possibly could, pressing him up against her in the process. Practically trapping him within the enormous set of tits that were on the verge of bursting out of their top. And to make matters worse, it wasn't just her incredibly sweaty breasts that he was forced up against. It was also her endlessly fat belly, and how sweat seemed to pour out of every little inch of it. Which then caused it to soak through her clothes and pour straight onto him, causing her smell to stick to him. Even if he tried to wash off after he pulled himself free, the chances of getting that smell off were around zero...

"R-Roon, please." Iehisa gasped as he did his very best to try and shake free from her. He needed to get free before he ended up as sweaty as her. He needed to be presentable if he wanted to lead the fleet. Which was when he started realizing how he could subdue her. "R-Roon, let me go and I'll make you three extra large bowls of noodles! No, a baker's dozen bowls!" He cried out, hoping that it would make her let go of him.

Roon's eyes list up as she drooled even harder, some of that drool pouring right down onto her Admiral's head as she let go of him. "Fifteen bowls..!" She cried out, her big belly loudly grumbling as she giggled. This was why she barely did anything. He gave her lots of food for doing nothing. All she did was hug him, and he promised that she'd get lots more bowls. Ah, what a good Admiral...

Iehisa very quickly nodded as he sped out of the room, his heart smashing against his chest as he had to make so much food in such a short time. He just hoped that she wouldn't try to do anything rash while he was gone.

"Oh, Admiral. You're just the best." Roon said softly as she put her fat hands on her cheeks. Of course she was aware of how big she had grown. In fact, she remembered how quickly her ability to compete against her fellow ship girls had degraded. How quickly they outpaced her during routine missions. How quickly they started looking at her with pity or disdain. They didn't see her as one of their own due to her size.

But her Admiral always did. No matter how far she had fallen, he kept on smiling towards her. He kept on feeding her. Maybe he was the cause of her growing so big, but that didn't matter. Because he was there for her. Feeding her over and over and over. Feeding her until she felt like she was about to burst. It was everything that she ever really needed. His attention. His affection. Even if there was an ulterior motive behind it, she didn't care. Because he was there for her when she needed him the most.

When she tripped and fell on her belly, he was there with a snack. When she ended up not fitting into her gear anymore, he was there with some ice cream. And when she started to break the chairs in the mess hall, he had brought her here. Sure, he hadn't been the one to suggest that she just shouldn't bathe, but because he kept on doing this without her really asking for it, she decided that he shouldn't worry about her any more than that. She'd just lay on the couch every single day and eat whatever he gave her. Because that's what made her happy. That's what made him happy. That's what made them both happy at the end of the day.

And just as her tummy started rumbling more and more, and she weakly reached for the bowl on the table, she felt like she might actually be able to reach it for once. She felt like her slobby and heavy body wanted to let her reach it just this once. So she could slurp it all down. Just a little-

*SNAP*

Straining herself was all that it took for the couch underneath her to give out. The legs all snapped at the same time, causing her to suddenly shift downward. And that sudden shift was more than enough to cause her to roll onto the floor, her belly combined with the mild momentum causing her to end up with her back against the floor. She hadn't gotten hurt or anything, but the sweat on her body was very quickly leaking through her uniform, forming quite the dirty puddle of sweat as she took deeper and deeper breaths to try and deal with the exhaustion that had just washed over her.

"A-alright, Roon! I've got-" And at that moment, her Admiral returned. He was carrying so many bowls of food in his arms. So many that he could only barely manage to carry them without tripping. And he was lucky that he managed to keep a good hold on them all as he saw Roon's current condition, his legs quivering at the sight.

Roon looked up at her Admiral as she drooled, the drool now pouring past her eyes due to her head's tilt. "Foooood..!" She cried out in such a needy and slobby way. She wasn't going to be satisfied with those bowls, but they would make her happy for now. Especially after she had just fallen off that couch.

Iehisa just sighed as he put down the bowls and sat down. Watching her weakly try to reach for him before her troubled breathing started. And when that exhaustion settled in...

He started feeding her. Just like he did every other time. Because this was how he kept her subdued. This was how he kept her from causing trouble. But most importantly...

This was how he showed her the love that had started to bloom between them. Between an Admiral, and his slobby butterball of a ship girl.