Patreon Reward: Bernadetta's Sweet Solitude

A reward drabble of Bernadetta getting a little too used to being lured out of her room with sweets by Byleth!

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Byleth knocked on the door to his student Bernadetta von Varley’s room. “Are you in there?” he asked politely, already knowing the answer.

“Y-yes,” the purple-haired girl answered, her voice barely raised enough to shout through the door of her room. 

“I just thought I’d let you know we’re having a celebratory dinner in the dining hall...the rest of the officer’s academy is already there.” 

“No thank you!” Bernadetta answered quickly. 

“Are you sure?” Byleth asked. “There’s plenty of delicious food, and the chefs made cake...” 

“W-what kind?” she asked, creeping closer to the door.

“Three different kinds, I believe. Chocolate, caramel, and strawberry.” 

“Well...if you came all this way to get me to go out...” the door to Bernadetta’s room opened, revealing the mopey, messy-haired archer dressed in her academy uniform. “I’ll just stop in for a few minutes...” the slender girl walked alongside Byleth to the dining hall. 

So that’s what gets her out and about...Byleth thought to himself. 

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Quite some time later, Byleth knocked on Bernadetta’s door as he balanced a tray filled with baked goods in his free hand. “Bernadetta, would you like to have tea and discuss this week’s tactics lectures? I brought all your favorites.” 

“Oh...I-I’m not hungry!” Bernadetta murmured through the door.

“Really?” Byleth asked in surprise. “I’ve got cinnamon rolls, cookies, muffins...”

The door to Bernadetta’s room flew open. Crammed into an upsized academy uniform, Bernadetta’s bell-shaped body filled the narrow dorm doorway. Her hips had grown wide and stocky, connecting to the sides of her buttocks in chunky slabs of fat. Her rump hung partially out the bottom of her skirt, revealing traces of her lavender-colored underwear squeezed between her dense, puddinglike cheeks. Her face had grown rotund and double chinned, and her arms flabby and exceptionally unfit looking. Her hanging belly was tucked into the front of her fit-to-bursting skirt, its buttons reinforced with extra clasps that Bernadetta had sewn on herself. A flabby muffin of doughy stomach fat oozed over the top of her skirt’s waistband, hanging out the bottom of her long sleeved academy top. Her breasts were a pair of significant bulges against her top, having grown rotund and bulky. Thigh blubber oozed over her knee-height boots, wedging the garments firmly in place. 

“T-this is all your fault!” Bernadetta cried, not able to look Byleth in the eye. A thin film of sweat shone on her forehead. “Always baiting me out of my room with promises of cakes and sweets...I’ve gained over 100 kilograms!” 

“I’m sorry...you just always seemed to love what I brought you...and it’s okay to be a little softer, not every officer needs to take an active combat role...” Byleth began.

“I do love it! And I love all the time I spent with you!” She snatched a muffin off the tray and crammed into her mouth, swallowing and letting out a frustrated little “-Bworph-!” “Which is why you need to take responsibility! Maybe I don’t want to be an officer...maybe I want to be a h-housewife...” Byleth looked at the blushing young woman in surprise. “So...if you want me to keep coming out of my room...maybe you should give me a ring!” she blurted, grabbing the tray and slamming the door behind her, giving Byleth a momentary look at the wobbling mounds of her partially exposed behind.