ROYAL REWARD: Baker's Double (Selfcest, Weight Gain, Nikke)

The smell of freshly-baked bread wafted through the air and left her mouth watering as she strolled into the restaurant. 

“Good evening, ma’am,” said the host, looking her up and down a little more carefully than he perhaps would the restaurant’s typical guest. “I take it you have a reservation?” 

“That’s right,” she said. “My name is–”

“No need,” said the waiter. “I think I can guess who you’re with. Your sister is at table 19, just left of the lobster. Yes, that’s the one.” 

As he waved her past, Bready blinked in confusion. What was he talking about? She didn’t have a sister.

Something very strange was going on here. Not only had she been invited to a restaurant by an ‘anonymous admirer’, but now they were pretending to be her sister? She knew she shouldn’t have accepted their invitation. Ah, but they’d promised her her favorite: salted pastry. How could they even have known she liked it? It wasn’t public information. Nn~! Maybe it was worth scouting them at least. Maybe she could grab a couple of bites before they tried to murder her. 

As she approached table 19, taking care not to bump the other tables with her thighs as she passed, however, she found the mystery had another, even deeper layer to it. Because sitting there at table 19, her boobs resting on the table, casually sucking on a lollipop, was her twin sister. Identical, from her short blonde hair to skimpy chef’s outfit, though there was one big difference between, and big really was the right word: the Bready at the table looked to be over six hundred pounds, spilling out of her outfit like dough out of a baking tray. You could hear her chair creaking beneath her from the other side of the restaurant. By the looks of things, her appetite was even stronger too: the table was already stacked high with empty plates.

Swallowing, Bready crept cautiously closer, expecting to find herself flying upright in bed at any second. What was going on here? Why were there two of her now?! Had they started mass producing her?! And why was this second her so fat?! She couldn’t believe what she was looking at.

As she approached, her clone looked up from the menu and smiled. “Oh, Bready! You’re finally here,” she said. “I thought you were going to leave me to eat alone. Come on, take a seat. The sooner you do, the sooner we can order.” 

Too baffled to refuse, Bready slipped into a chair and sat there, staring at her blanky. “Wh-who are you?” she finally managed to ask. 

The other Bready simply smiled. “I’m Bready, obviously.” 

Bready scowled. “I can see that. I want to know how you can be me. Are you some kind of copy? Did you come here from another dimension? Are you a time traveller from a future where I get really carried away eating? What the hell is going on?! And why do you look like you ate a third me?” 

Her counterpart sucked on a smug lollipop with a smile. “Why don’t you order, and I’ll explain while we eat?” 

Bready was about to refuse, but the instant she opened her mouth, her stomach rumbled. She bit her lip. It had been a while since she’d eaten. “Alright,” she said, picking up the menu. “But you’re paying.” 

Her doppelganger simply smirked.

***

“I see,” she said, ripping another bite out of the burger and swallowing with a gulp. “So it’s that simple, huh?” 

“It’s that simple,” said the other Bready, through a mouthful of her own meal. 

“I never would have thought it was possible.” 

“The world is full of surprises.” 

Bready 1 took a small sip of her drink. “Why did you want to meet me though?” 

Her counterpart smiled. “Isn’t it obvious?” she asked, leaning forward so that the mountainous mounds of her breasts spilled onto the table, burying her plates beneath a tide of sweaty titfat. 

Staring at it, Bready felt a flush of sudden lust. She wondered what it would be like to lick them. Right where they were sweatiest.

“Mmm, I know exactly how you feel,” said her counterpart. “From the second I saw an image of you, I haven’t been able to get the idea of licking you out of my mind. After all, we both know how good we taste, don’t we? Can’t you imagine how good we’ll taste to each other?” 

Bready bit her lip and swallowed, unable to keep herself from blushing. If she’d opened her mouth, saliva would have poured from her lips in a waterfall of desire, and it wasn’t the only part of her that was leaking either: with a squeak, she slammed her legs together and gulped. 

Her counterpart simply smiled even wider. “Oh, oh, oh dear,” she said, casually dropping a spoon. “It looks like I’ve dropped a piece of cutlery. Let me just…” With much effort, she lumbered out of her chair and lowered herself to her knees with a crash that seemed to shake the whole restaurant. 

As Bready stared in shock, she disappeared under the table. “What are you doing? It’s not under–” 

Hands sinking into her thighs, parting her legs. And before she could react: fingers on her panties, peeling them out of her sodden snatch, opening the gateway for something long and wet to slip through the gap and–

“Nnn~!” With a squeak, Bready slammed her hands over her mouth to keep herself from screaming. A couple of other patrons flicked her a glance, but no one else seemed to notice. 

Her sister’s tongue wiggled in her sex, each little tickle and lap and little striking her with a fresh pang of pleasure, each more irresistible than the last. Her heart pounding, she bit a lip and, temporarily forgetting where she was, raised a hand and tweaked a nipple. 

In the end, there was only one way to keep herself from broadcasting her pleasure to the entire world. Grabbing a bread roll, she stuffed it into her mouth whole and chewed hard and screamed into it as her sister’s tongue brought her to orgasm. 

With much panting and exertion, her clone finally emerged from the other side of the table. “See the appeal?” she said, once Bready had gained her breath back. “Now, how would you like to taste me?” 

Swallowing, Bready nodded.

Her big sister smiled. “Excellent. Waiter! Bring us all the cream you have!”