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(Metal Gear Solid V/Commission)

Quiet sat alone in her tiny cell. The sun's brilliant rays shone down through the open roof above, providing her with all of the energy she needed.
The topless woman sat in the center of her cell with her legs crossed and eyes closed. Deep within her meditation, she felt nothing, heard nothing, and worried for nothing. This loneliness was completely acceptable to her. Aside from the man called 'Snake', she did not have many other visitors to speak of. She held no animosity towards the men and women of the Diamond Dogs for this. After all, though she may have still resembled an ordinary human on the outside, she could not think of herself as anything close to a human anymore. To describe herself as one would have been disingenuous.
On the inside, she was far removed from any such mortal existence. She had died once before. After that, she had been given the gift of a second chance at life, but she also had been infested with a great power that was both mighty and deadly. A power that rendered her incapable of speech, lest she bring about death to all those around her. She was able to move at a speed rivaling Olympic athletes, lift weights far greater than what her slender frame would normally be able to handle, and she could even turn herself temporarily invisible. However, these numerous abilities, which seemed to come straight out of an American comic book, did not mean a thing to her. She simply used them as part of her mission. Nothing more, nothing less. Frankly, Quiet wished she had never been given them in the first place. But she had learned to live with them and she could accept how it would be so hard for other, NORMAL people to understand it. That was why she had to stay in this cell for as long as she was on the offshore plant that was Mother Base. Quiet didn't intend to hurt anyone nor would she run away, but if it put the soldiers' minds at ease, she would do as they said.
She would have been just as scared as they were if she were in their shoes.
Quiet opened her eyes. She didn't see the person who was approaching, but she could definitely hear them. Her hearing was much better than what was typical of a human being as well. Then the soldier that had caught her ears came walking down the staircase towards her cell. It was one of the few female soldiers within the mercenary organization's ranks. Her code name was 'Flaming Buffalo'. She was incredibly tough, stronger than many of the men, but she seemed to have an understanding, kind side to her too. She provided a willing ear to anyone who wished to express their grievances over recent events. Quiet wondered what she had to do with her right here and now. Then Quiet saw the plate of food in Flaming Buffalo's hands. It was a simple sandwich and soup, but it was food. Quiet didn't need to eat food due to her unique condition. Flaming Buffalo should have known that, but here she was, going ahead and doing this anyway.
"Hey there."
Quiet intentionally kept her lips shut as she watched Flaming Buffalo place the plate at the foot of her cell.
"I know I shouldn't be doing this. I know the Boss said that you don't need to eat food like we do. You absorb sunlight through your skin or something. I don't really understand how this parasite inside you works, but it's pretty amazing. Although...well...I guess I just feel kind of bad for you too. I don't think you ever WANTED to have that thing put inside of you to begin with. They just took you and stuck those worms in you without even asking. It's disgusting."
Quiet tilted her head slightly. It was odd of the other woman, this normal, human woman, to be showing her some level of sympathy like this.
"So I brought you this food to eat. You probably haven't eaten anything like a real person in ages. You might not need food, but you can still enjoy food, I'm sure. So why not have some? Just this one time? You can do what you want with it, but I'm going to leave it here for you."
Quiet had to admit, she was actually touched that Flaming Buffalo did this for her. She wished she could express as such in words, but speaking in a language that Flaming Buffalo would understand would put the other woman at great risk. Quiet instead relied on a firm nod of her head to the other woman to show she understood. Flaming Buffalo smiled back and nodded as well. Quiet waited until the soldier had walked far enough away. Then she made a move for the food.
Quiet had not eaten human food in ages, Flaming Buffalo was correct about that. She didn't need to eat food anymore due to her photosynthesis abilities, Flaming Buffalo was correct about that too. Quiet was capable of eating human food for the simple joy of it still, Flaming Buffalo was definitely correct about that.
The bread was slightly stale and the soup relied heavily on salt for its flavor. Still, for someone who had no use for actual food anymore, Quiet could easily say it was the most delicious thing she had tasted in a long, long time. She finished it all off within minutes, only to sit there for several more seconds as she let the flavor truly sink in. It was something of an eye-opener for her. A woman like her had never cared much about eating before. Only her work had mattered. In fact, it still wasn't all that different. But now her mind had been opened to something totally new.
That was good. Quiet wanted more. She wanted A LOT more.
She did not think she would ever want for something anymore as much as she wanted food. Quiet used her powers to casually slip through the bars of her cell. Though she would be chased back her soon enough, the silent sniper decided to pay a quick visit to the Mother Base's mess hall anyway. Flaming Buffalo or that man Venom Snake might even be there to greet her. That would make things a little easier to get away with.
Flaming Buffalo had only started to climb into the car, meant for driving to the next platform, when she heard something plop down into the seat behind her. Flaming Buffalo looked over her shoulder and her jaw dropped in an instant.
"Q-Quiet! You...you're not supposed to...!"
Quiet held a finger up to her own lips. She winked at Flaming Buffalo, nodding her head slowly. Flaming Buffalo was certainly bewildered, but she couldn't do anything else except to comply. She really did not look at Quiet as an enemy or a danger in vast contrast to many of her fellow soldiers. Though she still needed to follow proper protocol, which meant informing Venom Snake and Boss Kaz about this later, Flaming Buffalo would do what she could to help the zipped-lipped sniper for the time being.
"Where do you want to go?"
Quiet held up the plate she had taken with her. She pointed directly at it, hoping the message would be able to convey itself.
Flaming Buffalo blinked several times. "You want...food?"
Quiet nodded her head.
Flaming Buffalo couldn't help herself from laughing a little. "So you really liked that meal I left you after all, huh? Well, take a load off then, and I'll drive you back to the mess hall. Just, you know, keep those powers of yours used to a minimum, alright?"
Quiet shrugged, not able to promise anything.
Quiet started to make herself pretty well known among the soldiers, earning many looks, jeers and judgmental quips made strictly under the breath. Sure, she was already quite infamous for her freakish abilities, but this was something entirely different that she was developing a reputation for. She became prominently seen either in her lonely cell or hanging out by the mess hall. She seemed to have taken a sincere liking to the food that was served there. Quiet lingered in front of the ordering counter for several seconds as she looked the menu up and down. Though a line of angry and impatient men and women often formed behind her, Quiet didn't want to order until she knew EXACTLY what she wanted. Luckily, the chefs were more than happy to accomodate. Quiet may not have been able to say her thanks aloud, but her sweet smile told the cooks everything and more. They tried to make her good sandwiches and tasty soups, but they soon ran out of variation with such limited ingredients. Quiet ate it all. Even when it looked like her flat stomach was going to fill out into a ball from its stuffedness, she kept on going.
"How can she handle eating that much? I thought all she needed was sunlight and water! She doesn't need to eat!"
"She's wasting all of our food! That damn bitch! She tried to kill the Boss and now she's eating up stuff meant for us! What the hell? Shouldn't we do something?"
"I dunno, guys...she's actually kinda CUTE when she eats..."
"Damn it, get off of your fetish, man!"
Clearly, reception about Quiet and her newfound gluttony was mixed among the Diamond Dogs.
Given how Mother Base was located in the middle of the ocean, it wasn't what one would describe as 'simple' for the soldiers to acquire new ingredients. A massive freighter had to be commissioned to deliver new goods once every two months. The food carried on that freighter took up more than seventy percent of the supplies paid for by the mercenary organization. The food was typically of low on taste, cheap and meant more for storing for long periods without worry of rotting. Quantity and health benefits like protein and good carbs were more important than quality. Quiet, with the aid of Venom Snake and Flaming Buffalo supporting her, managed to convince Kaz that some of the funds should be used for 'higher quality' food. Quiet wanted to try more kinds of food again. It had been ages since she had eaten and she would likely not need to eat again after this, so the whole thing was nothing more than some indulgence on her part. Literally and figuratively.
"It seems like a waste of time and resources if you ask me," Kaz remarked when he was first informed.
Quiet munched away at a loaf of bread she'd been given while Snake spoke up for her case, "I think we should do it, Kaz. Just this one time for her sake. You might not be willing to trust her, but she's done more than her fair share of work for the Diamond Dogs. She's saved my life more times than I can count on one hand. I say we give her this as a reward."
"Hmph."
Kaz still didn't like Quiet, but he couldn't deny the girl's been extremely useful as a partner for Snake's missions. He put in the order, of which Quiet was very excited for. Venom Snake had no idea what he had gotten himself into. Neither did Flaming Buffalo, who had inadvertently found herself acting like some sort of spokesperson for the other woman. It was a job she hadn't expected or even asked for, but she took it on nonetheless. She had developed a friendship with Quiet thanks to this whole ordeal. Not a bad pay-off, if she had to be honest.
The food that was shipped in for Quiet and Quiet alone was picked with very special circumstances in mind. There was enough ingredients to make several kinds of cakes, three whole turkeys, a bucket of mashed potatoes, gravy to go on top of it, and more freshly-baked bread to be prepared than there were actual staff stationed on some of the Mother Base's platforms. Needless to say, there was a lot. Even better, there was still a great deal more to come. Venom Snake himself put out his own funds to afford this food for Quiet's 'entertainment'. He truly believed in her and put his trust in her. Kaz didn't know what sort of experiences they went through out on the battlefield. He could relay them to him over and over again, but Snake knew that Kaz wouldn't be able to understand. He did not fault his friend for that. He just wanted him to take where he was coming from and accept it for that. Quiet deserved the best treatment they could give her...bar allowing her an actual room on the Mother Base.
"I hope you enjoy it, Quiet. You can relax for a while. I'll take DD with me on some missions while you stay here and take a load off."
Venom Snake was so kind to her that it was almost suspicious, but Quiet was in no position to question it. She took what she could get. The food was delicious. The chefs might not have come from established backgrounds, but they knew what to do with the ingredients. Maybe what they made would be considered 'average' at best in actual restaurants within first world countries, but on this off-shore plant, it was like getting a taste of Heaven. Over and over again.
Quiet started to gain weight pretty quickly. There wasn't any visible weight gain to speak of for the first couple of months. A woman of her stature and natural talent had never once gained weight in a place where she didn't want it. That is, until she stopped caring. Things truly began as what was only a barely noticeable little bump. When the bump became noticed by the other soldiers, they simply thought she was stuffed and nothing more. They would see it and shrug it off, not knowing about the jiggle that had started to develop over it. But Quiet knew and she could not say a single word about it. One morning she spent a good hour in her cell poking and prodding at herself. She was curious to see, as well as feel, in which ways her body was changing due to her new eating habits.
Again, she had no real need to eat at all. Venom Snake's choice of letting Quiet eat was almost akin to wasting food outright. The meals provided her with no beneficial nutrients and they did not satisfy any actual hunger. She was becoming fat on pure pointlessness. Yet she ate on. Quiet didn't want to stop. She didn't need to be thin to aim down the sights of a sniper rifle. She could still move quickly and turn herself invisible, so there was no problem there. Retaining her current slender figure was as unnecessary as stuffing her face was. She could keep eating, let herself go, and she wouldn't have lost anything valuable in the process.
"So you're going to keep on eating, huh?" Flaming Buffalo looked over the spread in front of Quiet, the spread that was gradually disappearing into the sniper's mouth in rapid succession. There was a whole chocolate fudge cake, a plate of grilled chicken, a small tower of biscuits, some kind of large fruit display, various other recipes that only a chef with Afrikaans origin could prepare, and the biggest slice of texas toast that Flaming Buffalo had ever seen. That recipe came straight from Revolver Ocelot, who had learned about it in America once. There had been two slices before, but Quiet already ate the first one. She just kept on eating and eating and eating. Not only was Quiet's agility and strength super-human, but her gluttony too. Some of her meal's crumbs spilled onto her breasts and some spilled onto her belly. Said belly had a small decorative ring added to it recently, a gift from Flaming Buffalo. It was a jewel in the shape of a turquoise butterfly. beginning to stick out onto her lap. It was bigger and tighter than any drum. While most of its width could be attributed to what she'd eaten thus far, her belly would not deflate all the way back down by tomorrow morning. No, there was a layer of fat that was clearly a part of her abdomen now. Quiet had actually begun putting on weight.
"I guess that parasite of yours doesn't keep the pounds away?"
Quiet shrugged her shoulders. She never assumed her parasites could keep her thin. Quiet grabbed some more food off of the plate. Her fingers became covered in chocolate frosting as she lifted a massive slice of the cake towards her lips. She pried them open wide and gobbled the whole thing down in two big bites. Flaming Buffalo managed to catch the sight of a small double-chin in the process of forming on Quiet's face. If she kept on eating as she did, a double-chin would really be the least egregious thing she'd be left with. Quiet took a momentary pause to brush some crumbs off of herself. Her breasts jiggled and her belly jiggled as well. Quiet gave it a light pat, then belched outright. Flaming Buffalo shook her head. Hopefully Quiet would calm down with her eating soon. She didn't want to see this woman turn herself into a blob. Yet what Flaming Buffalo remained ever so blissfully unaware of was the true depth of apathy that Quiet had towards her increasing obesity. It meant nothing to her. It meant as little to her as her own life did. Quiet wished she could have expressed those sentiments to her friend, but she was too busy eating cake and biscuits and some kind of mass of meat, juice and spices sitting in a bowl.
More time, more eating, more relaxing, it all came and went with what felt like the blink of an eye. It was so fast, and Quiet was so FAT.
The pounds gathered on Quiet rather fast, turning the attractive, slender woman into someone with a little more 'cushion for the pushing', so to speak. Her belly became a permanent fixture on her body, a round and wobbly bulge that had no other fate except to get rounder and wobblier with time. It grew large enough to overflow from her own hands, meaning it was bigger than what she could possibly grasp with all of her fingers. She could pinch an inch of it and make the whole thing shudder with nothing but a tug. Her buttocks filled out underneath her ammo belt and the gaps in her stockings were stretched even wider as her thighs swelled. Her belly got hard to keep under control. Though Quiet had a lot going on downstairs, it was nothing when compared to what was happening top-side. Her breasts were already on the verge of spilling out of her bra after a single month. She was given several more bras of increasingly bigger size to try and compensate, but Quiet wore whatever she felt like wearing in the end. It didn't bother personally if her tits were about to expose themselves to an entire base filled with mostly lonely, exhausted men. Not a single one of them would dare lay a hand on her, after all, and the more bare skin Quiet had exposed the more air and water she could absorb via her parasites. Being topless would have been beneficial for her if nothing else. Still, Quiet kept herself covered up to make sure Kaz Miller stayed off her back. Covering them still didn't do much. Her breasts were already growing past G-cup territory and they were as big as her head, so they had a tendency to turn heads at any given time.
Getting plush was not hard work. All Quiet had to do was sit around, stuff her face, and let the pounds pile on by themselves. Food itself was plentiful on the Diamond Dogs' Mother Base as of late. The thing that was actually hard work, unfortunately, was just about everything else she did on a normal day-to-day basis. The parasites weren't holding up as well as she thought they would. As she gained more weight, it brought about negative effects to her super-strength, her super-speed and the rest of her unnatural powers too.
Flaming Buffalo kept close to Quiet as she watched the larger woman waddle towards the mess hall. Quiet was pretty out of shape, possibly somewhere in the high 200s, nearly entering the 300s. Her belly kept slapping loudly against her well-padded thighs. Said thighs were rubbing together a great deal too, the stockings loudly squeaking against each other. It drew all sorts of attention. Quiet huffed and puffed, her stamina wearing down to an all-time low, and this was only after the walk from her cell. She couldn't keep up like she used to. When she walked, she literally had to waddle. She couldn't achieve anything better. She wasn't simply fat, but out of shape to an impressive degree. Those cakes had done a number on her, to be sure.
Flaming Buffalo wanted to tell Quiet she would be better off staying in her cell by this point, if only so she could save face in the wake of her fatness, but she had her doubts about being able to convince her. Quiet did as she pleased. It didn't sway her decision to eat whether the other soldiers called her a 'lardass' or a 'disgrace' or anything in between. There was not a single thing that they could have said to her that would have made her feel compelled to stop. The only one that possibly could have done something was Venom Snake, but he was usually indisposed on missions for the Diamond Dogs' sake. When he wasn't on missions, he didn't seem to mind Quiet's plusher exterior too much.
"When I'm not around, I need you to watch over Quiet for me," Snake had instructed Flaming Buffalo, who was admittedly honored to be given such a special job by the Boss himself. "If there's ever anything that she needs or wants, you should give it to her. There's no reason to hold back. Even if you think that she shouldn't have it, just give it to her. That's what I want you to do, understand?"
Flaming Buffalo understood, although at the same time she didn't. Not that she could go around raising objections to the orders of the Boss, after all, so she bit her tongue and nodded her head. Now here she was, watching over Quiet as the sniper glutted herself ever more. Her stupendous rear was very clearly squeezed in tight within the arms of her mess hall chair. There was fat spilling over the arms, under them, and everywhere else in between. Her ass was not going to be easy to yank out once she was standing again. Quiet had to have noticed this by now, but it seemed too small of a concern to interrupt her from chowing down.
"When you're done, we should go back to your cell. I think it'll help make everyone feel less uneasy." Flaming Buffalo suggested. It was only a suggestion, but Quiet glared at her as if the other woman had just physically attempted to end her meal prematurely. The soldier would never dream of doing such a thing. Asking for the sniper to blow her head clean off, touching Quiet's food would have been a foolish act on about the same level.
"O-Okay. I'll let you keep eating. Come on, don't look at me like that! I said we should do it AFTER you were done, anyway!"
Quiet huffed in annoyance, but she resumed eating without further interruption. Flaming Buffalo sighed. One could only hope that getting this chubster out of her seat wouldn't prove to be too much of a fuss. When Quiet ate the last french fry from her basket, she let loose a rumbling belch to express her satisfaction. She could burp and wheeze as much as she wanted without fearing of spreading the parasite in her throat. Flaming Buffalo tried to help Quiet stand up, but her ass was, as the former had anticipated, wedged fairly deep inside the seat. Someone nearby snickered. Quiet rolled her eyes. Flaming Buffalo grabbed the legs of the chair and pulled as hard as she could. Fortunately she was able to remove it after her second tug, but it was still worth being concerned that someone weaker than Buffalo wouldn't be able to help Quiet at all. The silent sniper offered a courteous nod and a thumbs-up to tell Flaming Buffalo she appreciated the help. She made for the exit doors with her slow, waddling pace. Her turquoise butterfly belly-ring smacked against her gut's bottom half. Her whole body was jiggling and wobbling. Even her back-fat rolls were loudly slapping against each other, slick with sweat as they were. Flaming Buffalo shook her head. Maybe she could try to 'subtly' push Quiet to eating healthier and working out. She didn't deserve to become some sort of blob.
However, Flaming Buffalo continued to misunderstand Quiet's 'dedication' to her weight gain. Food was delicious and getting to eat it without a care for consequences was the most fun that Quiet ever had. When she took the time to look back on her life, which had primarily consisted of her being used as a 'tool' by others since her birth, there wasn't a lot of things she could name that she'd enjoyed better than pizza, peanut butter, or pie. Quiet couldn't explain fully on what it was that convinced her to keep doing this. Gobbling down so much food made her feel 'alive' in a way. More alive than actually living did. She seriously couldn't explain it, and she never would be able to nor would she ever try. It didn't matter all that much in the bigger picture.
"You're still getting pretty big, you know," Flaming Buffalo pointed out half a month later. She couldn't help but say it. It had been lingering on her mind for DAYS and it was driving her mad having to steady for tongue for yet another day.
Quiet bit down hard into the piece of butter-lathered toast she'd been clutching. Her whole body was in the midst of a dance. It was a dance performed to its own unique rhythm, but it wasn't a dance that Quiet had triggered by choice. It was like rubber had been pumped, in tremendous quantities, directly under her skin. Everything was shaking. Her bra was barely holding on, one of the straps already showing signs of wear and tear. Her stockings were in shreds. Quiet's backside had been a big reason for that, a very BIG reason. A pair of BIG reasons. Her titanic tush couldn't have stopped jiggling for anyone or anything even if she tried. They were always moving, always bouncing, always sticking out like a spare shelf behind her.

Plush all over, from her bulky arms to her thunder thighs to her gargantuan backside, Quiet was a fat, flabby shell of her former self. Her stomach was the biggest sign of this change. That voluminous orb of hers was big enough to be compared to a cannon ball. The butterfly belly button ring stuck out like a turquoise jewel on her pale-white flesh, but no amount of belly-dough was going to keep it from shining in the sun. Flaming Buffalo couldn't BEGIN to imagine how soft it must feel, Quiet's belly. It had been softened up over months and months of careless overeating. When Quiet grabbed it by herself, the whole thing refused to cease jiggling, not to mention her hands were able to dig considerably deep inside of the flesh too. There must have been some sort of therapeutic nature to it too, as Quiet couldn't keep her hands off of her own gut after some of her biggest meals.
Quiet's stomach was her largest asset, but her whole body had been inflated several times over with a great deal of adipose. She wasn't called away onto missions anymore. Venom Snake preferred her staying on the base and happily eating away. Kaz Miller despised it, his already-thin patience nearing its end. Ocelot didn't say anything on the matter.
Flaming Buffalo had worked alongside Quiet for a fair amount of time by this point. She had observed the other woman's stomach begin as flat as any washboard to being this huge, bulging, heaving, floppy thing that she could barely carry around anymore. Quiet used to be able to leap buildings and run far distances with unrivaled ease. Now she was left wheezing hard after waddling back and forth between the mess hall's counter and her seat. Quiet had breasts that weren't too small but weren't so big they got in the way. Now they would whack into her lowest chin whenever they bounced, flying everywhere in haphazard fashion. It was a little sad, a little discouraging, to see Quiet change so much with no intention of going back. Venom Snake acted as an enabler and so too did she. Flaming Buffalo wished she could have done more to help, but here she was, bringing her all of the food she wanted and then some. If there was one thing Flaming Buffalo wished she could do now, it wasn't to go back in time and fix everything that she had done. She just wanted to be able to touch that belly. She was curious to know what it felt like, being so obscenely fat.
"Great...I'm 'corrupted' too..." Flaming Buffalo murmured under her breath.
Quiet, who had already hit 350 pounds yesterday, looked over at her companion. She was unsure of what she had just said. Though Quiet didn't worry about it for very long. She had a very large slice of cherry pie to attend to, and it was looking so delicious underneath the hot, hot sun of the open ocean.