Author's Note: Ah, mutual gaining, you gotta love it, especially if you're a raging bisexual like me and like fat guys and fat girls and think more of them is even better.
Also, this is Part 4 of the writing challenge I did back in 2020, part 5 tomorrow, and it's a hefty one.
As fun as it had sounded for Jaune and Pyrrha to squeeze into their old swimsuits for their beach double date with Ruby and Weiss, the novelty was starting to wear off a little bit. When the beaches were closed last year, along with just about everything else, Jaune and Pyrrha decided that it was finally time for them to properly let themselves go and get as fat as they truly wanted. Needless to say, they were very successful and were dealing with the effects of it right now.
Jaune was sporting what was probably very close to a dad bod, despite probably being a decade or two too young for that. He was looking chunky all over, with a solid layer of fat covering everything, but the main focal point for his fat was his gut, which he and Pyrrha worked to make nice and round as it covered up the abs he used to have. It was hanging over the waistband of his dangerously tight white with yellow trim swimming shorts. His mighty thighs and his prominent posterior, made up of decent portions of both fat and muscle, were the main concern right now, as he was worried that moving the wrong way would lead to him splitting his shorts and embarrassing himself more than he was entirely comfortable with, and that was really saying something, considering that he and his girlfriend were exhibitionists enough to show off their newly fattened bodies in clothes that were far too small to comfortably contain them.
With Pyrrha, she was equally chunky all over, but she had not kept the level of muscle that Jaune had, meaning that all of her fat was a fair bit softer. From her jiggly thighs and arms to her flabby, rolling belly and bountiful bouncing breasts, every move she made, sometimes even a move as small as a deeper than average breath, would make at least something on her fattened body wobble like jelly. Her belly poured over the waistband of her maroon and gold bikini bottoms, while her blubbery behind swallowed the fabric between globular cheeks. Her breasts were barely covered by her matching bikini top, with them sneaking out above, to the sides and below the fabric while her nipples were almost popping out and making her indecent, something she would enjoy doing in front of Jaune more if not for the likely repercussions. The knots holding the stringy bikini were barely holding on, as they had to go around a lot more bod than they needed to when Pyrrha first got this bikini, making Pyrrha nervous about the possibility that they’d undo themselves.
Right now, as they waited for Ruby and Weiss to arrive at the beach, they were working on putting sunblock on each others’ broad, soft backs. Pyrrha had already done Jaune’s, likely enjoying massaging the sunblock into Jaune’s back as much as Jaune enjoyed Pyrrha’s thorough touch. Now, it was Jaune’s turn to cover Pyrrha’s back. He straddled her wide, womanly hips and leant forward to get to work. He tried to ignore the fact that his crotch was pressing against Pyrrha’s plump and pillowy posterior, and that his fat gut was resting on the small of Pyrrha’s back, but judging from the noises slipping from Pyrrha’s lips, Pyrrha wasn’t ignoring him.
“Hey, uh, Pyrrha, you might wanna dial it back a little until we get home,” Jaune warned, doing his best to hide how much he was liking what he was hearing and feeling. Of course, his warm member pressing against his shorts and Pyrrha’s backside was definitely betraying him.
“But I am dialing it back, you big handsome stud,” Pyrrha purred, gripping her towel as her face went red.
“You know, sometimes I think that maybe we’re a little too into this fetish,” Jaune replied, a little quieter this time, in case anyone was listening in on the couple.
“We both know you won’t be complaining about this tonight,” Pyrrha teased. Now it was Jaune’s turn to go red.
“Hoo, boy, you’re not wrong,” Jaune got out, through his flustered voice cracking. If they weren’t so public right now, Jaune knew they wouldn’t be waiting until tonight, or even at all.
Once Pyrrha’s back was nicely covered in sun block, the pair lay on their fronts to catch some sun. With their extra fat, this definitely didn’t feel the same as it used to. For Jaune, his firm and fat gut propped him up a bit, which took a bit of getting used to, while for Pyrrha, her soft belly and breasts spreading out as she rested her increased weight on them was an unusual, but still enjoyable sensation.
After a little while of enjoying the sun’s rays and relaxing, a familiar couple of voices pricked up their ears.
“Aw beans. Weiss, I think we missed them,” a younger voice said.
“Ruby, do you really think Jaune and Pyrrha would abandon us?” Weiss replied. Jaune and Pyrrha sat up and looked at the talking couple, who were likely not even ten meters away at this point. Even if they hadn’t recognised the other couple’s voices, they would have immediately recognised their appearances, with the two young ladies as slim as ever and with Ruby’s red and black board shorts and rash shirt and Weiss’ one piece white swimsuit with extra frills around the hips being instantly recognisable. Jaune and Pyrrha shared a look of acknowledgement between themselves, the fact that their new sizes made them unrecognisable to their friends getting them excited. Pyrrha waved to the other couple while Jaune called out.
“Ruby! Weiss! We’re over here!” Hearing their names, the other couple turned and saw Jaune and Pyrrha. Their eyes went wide with undeniable surprise.
“Jaune? Pyrrha?” Ruby exclaimed. “You two look...”
“Well. You look well,” Weiss tactfully interrupted, before Ruby could stick her foot in her mouth.
“Thank you, Weiss. We did our best to relax while we were cooped up inside,” Pyrrha said, leaning back and pushing her expanded breasts and belly out, putting them on full display.
“Er, that’s... good to hear,” Weiss replied, trying her best to avoid mentioning the elephants on the beach while Ruby set up a big beach umbrella, occasionally sneaking peeks at the corpulent couple. Of course, Jaune and Pyrrha knew that, as much as Weiss and Ruby were trying to hide it, they could see their gains as clear as day. Needless to say, they were liking the attention. All they had to do now was to keep it cool until they were home. After that, they were going to have a very fun night.
Yang Xiao Long and the Infinite Strawberry Sunrise
Author's Note: Here's the final part of the 4 part Cake-Deviant series, with this part based on this art: https://www.deviantart.com/cake-deviant/art/Yang-Xiao-Long-BBW-735561249
Apparently while I was working on this I kept misspelling 'sunrise' as 'sinrise', which definitely feels apt for a fic like this.
As Yang lay on her back, her stomach round and bloated and her breathing slow and heavy, she realised what was probably the only downside to this role reversal she was currently enjoying. Her full stomach ached like nothing else, but this pain came with an equal, if not higher, amount of pleasure, pleasure that was heightened even further as Blake’s hand gently massaged Yang’s exposed belly.
“I’m impressed, Yang. I didn’t think you could finish those two pitchers,” Blake said with a sweet, soft smile. Yang let out a quiet burp that she was too lethargic to stifle.
“I don’t know how you got this full and still wanted more,” Yang groaned, eyes not really focusing on anything. “Does the infinite food or drink thing just make you less full, or are you just used to it?”
“Both,” Blake simply stated. “I used to stuff myself all the time back when I could, and that infinite food just makes you fatter without filling your stomach. In fact, it basically empties it for you.”
“Well, I think you’re gonna have to funnel the first bit in,” Yang said as she stiffly sat up, her belly sloshing loudly as she moved, “I’m way too stuffed to get it myself.” Blake quickly moved to the table where the defeated pitchers sat and picked up the infinite pitcher. She carefully brought it back to Yang and brought it to Yang’s reluctantly parted lips. Blake began to slowly pour the sweet strawberry drink down Yang’s throat and as Yang swallowed a few mouthfuls of the stuff, the effects were almost immediate. The hard, round belly was replaced by a belly that was much softer and much bigger, spilling over her belt and the waistband of her shorts, all of which was well exposed by the rising jacket that exposed more and more of her belly. Her breasts grew in every direction to strain her tube top and began threatening to pour out over the top. Her thighs and rear also grew a respectable amount, stretching out her shorts and causing her thighs to appear to bunch slightly at the leg holes. Despite how dangerously tight all of her clothes were getting, Yang felt comfortable enough to breath a sigh of relief.
“Feeling better?” Blake asked with barely reigned in smugness.
“Totally,” Yang said, excited and sincere. “I was super stuffed and now I feel great!” Yang practically leapt from the bed and on to her feet. She landed a little unsteady, not yet used to her increased weight and wobble. “Oh, wow, I’m like walking jelly,” she commented, gently grabbing and jiggling some of her excess blubber. “Ooh, wait, pass me the pitcher.” Yang reached for the infinite pitcher in Blake’s hands, and Blake was all too happy to hand it over. Yang waddled over to the table with the empty pitchers and turned to Blake. “Quick, take a photo,” she asked excitedly.
“Gladly,” Blake purred in response as she pulled out her scroll. She moved to get a profile picture of Yang and Yang happily posed for her, shooting a sweet smile at the camera as she held up the full pitcher. Blake snapped the photo and turned it so Yang could see. Yang hugged the pitcher tight and leaned in close to see the photo better.
“Holy heck, I look huge!” Yang exclaimed.
“Look?” Blake replied, raising an eyebrow. Yang let out a short laugh.
“Yeah, good point, I am pretty big,” Yang answered, somewhat sheepishly as she patted her hefty belly. “I’m not gonna lie, this feels pretty nice.” Blake reached over and grabbed a big handful of Yang’s fat gut.
“I like how it feels too,” she agreed, shooting Yang a devilish smirk. “I feel like you should do something about that jacket before you have another drink.” Yang looked down and couldn’t help but agree when she saw the buttons straining to stay intact and buttoned up. Yang popped each button open one by one, letting out a small sigh of relief as her jacket got looser and looser and her belly felt less and less constrained. As she undid the last button, her belly spilled forth, ballooning out and hanging just a touch lower. Of course, her tube top did it’s best to keep her contained, as did the now noticeably uncomfortable bra that her ballooning breasts were well and truly spilling out of. “I think more needs to come off,” Blake commented, “and I’ll help.” Yang nodded and began squeezing out of her tube top, stretching it to it’s limits just to get it off and reveal the lacy strapless bra beneath. The bra was covering the bare minimum at this point, with the pillowy breasts pouring out at every opportunity, and after a moment’s struggle, the bra was undone and shooting across the room as the small amount of elasticity it had went taut. Meanwhile, Blake was working quickly, dealing with everything below the waist until Yang was in nothing but a pair of black and yellow striped panties that were quite obviously not covering as much as they were when Yang put them on that morning. Not that the panties were easy to see, being partly covered by Yang's flowing belly. “Should we deal with this too?” Blake asked, tugging gently at Yang’s underwear, not strongly enough to dislodge it from Yang’s bulky lower body.
“Yeah, probably. I kinda like them,” Yang said, going just a little bit red. Blake hummed in agreement as she tugged harder, squeezing Yang’s panties past her meaty thighs and down to the floor. As Yang stood naked in the dorm room, she had to admit that she was glad her belly hung low enough to keep her core at least mostly covered. While there were concerns, those concerns disappeared as Blake came up behind her and began massaging all over Yang large, soft body, her hands sinking into Yang's fat flesh, causing an increasingly stimulated Yang to squirm in place as quiet moans slipped from her lips.
“Maybe you should have another drink,” Blake suggested in a low, dangerous tone as her hands reluctantly ceased their work. Yang nodded quickly, and before she knew what was happening she had the pitcher in her hand and raised to her lips. Running mostly on instinct, thanks to Blake’s hands returning to encouraging her, Yang tipped the pitcher up and let the sweet liquid trickle into her mouth. Before long, Yang was growing again, much to her and Blake’s pleasure. Within moments, it was clear that Yang was going to turn out very top heavy, as her breasts expanded in every direction. Yang’s ballooning breasts hung low over her rolling belly, which took on less of a round shape and more of just a mass of fat and flesh as it grew wider and hung lower and further out. Of course, her thighs and rear weren’t too far behind as they grew thicker and thicker, but they were clearly beaten by the sheer mass of Yang’s breasts and belly. When Yang finally needed to stop for a breath, she looked down at her transformed body, and she liked what she saw. Granted, almost all of what she initially saw was her massive breasts, which were probably at the far end of the alphabet in terms of size. As Yang’s free hand explored further, she let it sink into the feathery soft mass that was her belly, groping and massaging it as she enjoyed her growth. Then, another hand, Blake’s hand, met hers and held it gently.
“Wow, Blake, this is incredible,” Yang said in a breathy, reverential tone.
“You’ve really been missing out on this,” Blake said, almost moaning with pleasure. “Now, why don’t you get on the bed, so I can deal with that raging arousal you must be feeling by now.” As Blake’s hands disappeared, Yang noticed what Blake was talking about, feeling an incredible warmth within her core, as well as a damp coolness between her legs. Yang moved slowly towards the bed, drinking a little more as she went and trying not to topple over under her massive and wildly different weight. By the time she eventually waddled over to the now creaky bed, she had ended up about as wide as the bed and with breasts larger and softer than pillows. She put the pitcher down, not wanting to destroy Blake's bed under her new weight and shuffled over until she wasn't spilling over one side. Once that was done, Yang realised that even with gravity working against them, her breasts were large enough to block the view of her belly, as well as pretty much everything in that direction. That was how Blake managed to surprise Yang as she grabbed good handfuls of Yang's fat belly. Yang yelped in surprise as she tried to sit up but was held down by her own unexpected weight.
“Blake, I really hope that’s you,” Yang said quickly as she tried to crane her neck to see past her own body.
“Of course it's me,” Blake teased as she gave Yang a gentle squeeze. “Now, just relax and enjoy,” she added as Yang felt a rigid length slowly entering her core. Just that was enough to cause Yang's back to arch and high-pitched whimpering moans to slip from her mouth.
“Gah, why does that feel so good?” Yang said quickly between uninhibited moans.
“Isn't it obvious?” Blake asked as she rolled her hips, gently sliding the length in and out of Yang's core, creating the friction that Yang wanted and needed. “You're just enjoying yourself.” Yang tried to respond, but all that came out were moans of pleasure. Blake chuckled quietly as she kept working at Yang's core. It wasn't long before Yang was just letting loose a stream of louder and louder moans and began squirming with pleasure in a way that made her whole fat body wobble and jiggle. Then, with one especially hard thrust, the dam finally broke and Yang threw her head back to let out one last orgasmic moan. Blake took the cue to slow down, loosen her grip on Yang's fatty mass and just let Yang slowly ride out the orgasm. After a moment, Yang had finished and was just laying there on her back, panting for air.
“Holy crap, I'm exhausted,” Yang gasped. “I didn't realise this took so much energy when you're this big,” she added, grabbing her massive breasts to emphasise her point. That was when Blake moved around to snuggle with Yang, resting her head on Yang’s pillowy breast, allowing Yang to see that Blake wasn’t wearing anything below the waist.
“Now you know how I felt,” Blake teased softly. Yang reached a thick arm around Blake to bring her in closer. Then, her hand wandered lower down Blake’s slim body. “Are you planning what I think I’m planning?” Blake asked with a smug grin on her face.
“Hah, you think I’ve planned this?” Yang said, a devilish grin gracing her chubby cheeks as a pair of pudgy fingers slid into Blake’s tight, wet core. Blake let out a gasp from surprise and pleasure, before burying her face in Yang’s massive chest just so she could have more of Yang, with a side effect of stifling her moans. Yang used her free hand to push Blake’s face further into her cavernous cleavage as her other hand worked faster and faster. It didn’t take long for Blake’s needs to be met as she came in Yang’s soft embrace. Yang moved her hand from Blake’s head down to her back as she slowly and carefully slipped her fingers out of Blake’s soaked pussy. Blake wrenched her head out of Yang’s deep cleavage, flushed and panting for air.
“That… that was amazing. I love you, Yang,” Blake said sweetly. Yang smiled softly.
“Thanks for being honest with me and letting us do this together,” Yang replied, just as sincere and sweet, before bringing Blake in for a gentle peck on the lips. The couple lay there, Blake resting upon her large, soft girlfriend, as the two savoured the moment as much as they could before Yang returned to her normal size. Of course, they knew that time would come, but it felt like an eternity away as they lay in each other’s arms, wanting this moment to never end.
Author's Note: This isn't an old one, it's a warm-up I wrote last night. Didn't wanna wait to post it here. Hope y'all like it.
Yang was surprised that she didn’t slip mid-thrust as Blake strolled into the gym in a skimpy workout outfit that hadn’t fit properly since 30 lbs ago. Yang did her best not to focus too much on Blake while the hefty barbell rested on her hips, before rechecking her grip and making sure her shoulders were still in the right place. Then, it was back to her workout.
Blake had to stand a fair distance from Yang to see her, as the curve of her belly and breasts made seeing things on the ground too close impossible. She struggled to see her many thigh folds or her knee and ankle folds without a mirror, and seeing her feet was well out of the question.
“Hey Yang,” Blake purred, the tone immediately alerting Yang that her girlfriend had mischief on her mind.
“Uh, heya Blake. Need help with your workout?” Yang offered, hoping to disarm Blake’s attempted hijinks.
“Nah, I’m good for now,” Blake responded, faking nonchalance as she silently counted the weight Yang was thrusting with a sausage finger. “400lbs? Impressive,” Blake cooed. The appeal to Yang’s ego worked so well, Yang was unaware that it even happened. The compliment from her girlfriend wiped all concerns from her mind and replaced them with the bright, fluffy feelings of being complimented for something you really care about.
“Aw, thanks! It’s my new PB,” Yang beamed, although the big bright smile was at least partly her gritting her teeth as she thrusted the weight.
“I’m sure it’s just a coincidence that that’s how much you’re lifting after my weigh-in this morning, right?”
Yang looked up and spotted the smug grin on Blake’s lips, like the cat that got the heavy cream, and knew that Blake had her beat. There was no way out of this, Yang knew. Instead, Yang went with it.
“Actually, it’s not a coincidence,” Yang admitted, shooting Blake a quick eyebrow flash and a grin.
“Oh? What else did you plan on lifting like that?” Blake questioned, knowing the answer and just waiting for Yang to say it. Yang lowered herself to the ground and moved the barbell aside and patted her now free lap. Picking up on the silent invite, Blake sat on Yang’s lap, her hips twice as wide as Yang’s and her thighs each as thick as Yang’s torso. Then, as Yang put her hands on Blake’s hips, Yang carefully thrust upwards, lifting blubbery Blake off the ground with a satisfied grin, one that quickly turned sheepish as she quickly realised that, yes, other people were watching this public display of more than affection.
“Yeah, get it, Blake!” Coco called out from across the gym, earning a smack on the arm from Velvet.
“More like ‘get a room, Blake’,” Weiss protested from the treadmills. “Not our room, though, Ruby’s still there.”
With that, Yang’s face’s journey to a bright-red blush was complete, while Blake’s double-chinned face showed that she had reached dangerously high levels of smugness.
Author's Note: I present one of the many parts of my Pyrrha/Nora agenda. Fortunately, someone else wanted me to write it too.
Without her sponsors’ constant scrutiny upon her, Pyrrha surprisingly found Beacon Academy to be less stressful and more relaxing than her time at Sanctum Academy. Being so ‘full-figured’, as some euphemistically called her, she always felt the pressure to drop some weight, whether it was subtle remarks on her weight, or less subtle comments saying she should lose weight. She tried not to give these comments any time in her head. After all, why should she listen to them? She was a four-time regional champion in combat, so clearly it wasn’t affecting her combat abilities. Also, she liked her weight, how soft it made her, how comfy it felt.
When she got to Beacon, it took a bit to get settled in, but once she did, and once she was certain that she wasn’t going to get ambushed by representatives from her sponsors or, worst of all, paparazzi, she felt like she could ease up on her diet. She could have a bigger, heartier breakfast, she could enjoy the occasional fizzy drink, she could have seconds with dinner, she could have dessert and snacks. It felt so good being able to relax like this with her favourite thing in the world, food.
Needless to say, this had the predictable side effect of her packing on even more weight. Her belly rounded out and filled out, resting on her lap when she sat down. Her rear plumped up, widening out and extending out further, lifting her up when she sat down. Her thighs grew thicker, constantly rubbing against each other when she walked. Her breasts filled out too, shooting up a few cup sizes and taking up more of her view when she looked down. This also affected her clothes too. Her armoured corset had to do even more work to contain her growing belly while trying not to push her breasts up too far. Her mini-skirt needed to be sized up a few times in order to keep her from flashing her round rear at people. Her bronze greaves also needed sizing up, as the armour now had a lot more thigh to cover.
This weight gain didn’t just have an effect on her body, it also affected her mind. While everyone else saw the practised calm facade she put up, on the inside she secretly loved this weight gain. The softness and comfiness she loved before were only increased, but there was more. She actually began to gain pleasure from her gains. Eating until she was full and ready to burst out of her clothes just felt so good now. Even more so, she loved the way people looked at her. She could tell that some of her peers were judging her for her weight gain, and that set off a little part of herself that thrived on this attention, but that wasn’t all. She also saw people eying up her bigger belly, breasts and behind and if her eyes weren’t misleading her, she was under the impression that some of these people liked what they saw, even if they did their best to hide it. This got Pyrrha really excited, possibly even corrupting her. Every day, she wished that someone would lay their hands on her, sink their hands into her fat gut, spank her blubbery behind, grope her generous bosom. But no, no one was going to do that at Beacon, let alone to someone like her. In fact, she theorised that this was why no one ever commented on her weight gain.
Unfortunately, all Pyrrha could enjoy in terms of others touching her fat body was hand-to-hand combat and any accidents she had when she bumped into people. Whether it was accidentally hip checking someone with her widened hips or accidentally walking into someone and making them sink into her fat belly or bounce off. Beyond that, all she could do was enjoy her own body, rubbing her very full belly, squeezing her fat tits, spanking her blubbery behind, and the like. That was when she decided to manufacture some ‘accidents’. Swinging her hips a little wider than usual and brushing against people or doorways, squeezing into a crowded elevator, waiting around corners until someone was there for her to bump into. However, her favourite accident ended up being entirely genuine.
Pyrrha had spent far too long at lunch, stuffing herself to her limit, when she was meant to be training with Nora. It got to the point where Nora had to leave the training room to come and fetch her. As the pair returned to the training room, both Pyrrha and Nora were acutely aware of the concerning creaking noises that Pyrrha’s corset was making every time she breathed or moved. Nora also couldn’t help but keep glancing at Pyrrha’s overstuffed stomach. It was like Pyrrha had crammed a yoga ball in there. No wonder it was making so much noise, Nora thought. The poor thing sounded like it was at its limit.
When the pair got to the training room, they gathered their weapons and got into position.
“So, uh, Pyrrha, you sure you’re up for this?” Nora asked, trying really hard to not stare at Pyrrha belly. The hand that held Pyrrha’s shield was resting on her belly, while she was leaning some of her weight on her spear. When she heard Nora’s question, she immediately shot up to attention, trying to ignore how full her belly was and how much she wanted to go back to the dorm room and either sleep or masturbate.
“Oh, um, yes, I’m ready,” replied a somewhat blushy Pyrrha.
“Alrighty, say when,” said an unsure Nora as she prepared her feet to launch at Pyrrha. Pyrrha moved her feet into a more defensive stance, anticipating Nora’s early aggression, and put up her shield.
“Okay. Go.”
With that, Nora leapt at Pyrrha, swinging her hammer down at Pyrrha. Pyrrha brought her shield up quickly to block the blow. She then diverted Nora to the side, her weight keeping her rock steady in place. As Nora landed unsteadily, Pyrrha pushed her advantage, jabbing at Nora with her spear with speed that one wouldn’t expect from someone her size. Nora spun around, swinging her hammer and striking Pyrrha’s spear, sending Pyrrha’s spear flying out of her hand. With her suddenly free hand, Pyrrha gripped her shield with both hands, preparing to stop Nora’s attack. Nora kept spinning, keeping her momentum up, ready to hit Pyrrha hard. However, her attack was very well telegraphed, so Pyrrha prepared a counter. She used the concave sections of her shield to catch Nora’s hammer where the handle met the hammer’s head. She turned and delivered a side kick with a chunky leg to Nora, while pulling to wrench Magnhild from Nora’s grasp. Then, Pyrrha used her semblance to send the hammer flying a little further than it normally would have. As Nora recovered from the hitstun, Pyrrha used her semblance to recover her spear. She pointed it and her shield at Nora, preparing to charge her.
Nora had a plan. It was a bold and probably stupid plan, but it was better than no plan. She charged Pyrrha before Pyrrha was ready. She sidestepped Pyrrha’s jab and got in close. She grabbed Pyrrha’s shield and pulled it out of the way, to create free space and an easier target, even if the shield could only cover so much of Pyrrha’s plump body. Then, while Pyrrha was off balance, Nora reared her head back, a wild grin on her face, preparing to headbutt Pyrrha in the gut. The idea was to knock Pyrrha over and knock the wind out of her, so that Nora could retrieve Magnhild without taking a spear or a bullet to the aura. What actually happened was that Nora’s headbutt struck, but the pillowy padding on Pyrrha’s belly robbed the blow of a lot of its impact. What also happened was that the armoured corset, which had been creaking up a storm all fight, finally gave up from that strike. The corset blew open and dropped to around Pyrrha’s legs, revealing the black strapless bra that Pyrrha’s breasts were only just fitting into. Pyrrha’s face went as red as her hair. She dropped her weapons as she tried to both cover herself up and get her corset back on. Her panicked flailing, along with the fact that her corset had restricted her movement, like someone had tied her shoes together, meant that Pyrrha was due for a tumble. She began to fall face first towards the slightly stunned Nora. Nora, recovering from going skull first into armour, wasn’t quite as alert as she should have been to the heavy weight that was coming her way, even with Pyrrha yelping in shock and surprise. Like a chopped down tree, Pyrrha fell right on top of Nora, knocking her off her feet and sending both of them to the ground.
“I’m sorry!” Pyrrha said as she winced in sympathetic pain from what Nora must have been feeling from all this weight on top of her. Pyrrha, despite her apology, didn’t mind being on top of Nora. In fact, squashing Nora felt good, really good, good enough that Pyrrha had to restrain herself from doing anything lewd, even as incredibly lewd thoughts circled in her head. When she actually looked down at Nora, she noticed a dopey smile on Nora's face. “Um, Nora? Are you okay?” Pyrrha asked, her genuine concern countering any horniness in her head.
“Heh, squishy,” Nora giggled as her arms slipped out from under Pyrrha and wrapped Pyrrha in a gentle embrace. Her hands gave Pyrrha’s flab quick squeezes as they wandered across Pyrrha’s expansive body. Pyrrha’s body felt like it was on fire, but she never wanted this to end. She couldn’t stop the quiet little moans of pleasure from slipping from her lips as Nora’s hands kept riling her up. Then, just as suddenly as it started, Nora seemed to come to her senses. Her hands shot away from Pyrrha like it was a hot stove Nora had accidentally touched. “Oh, crud, sorry Pyrrha! I don’t know what came over me!” Nora hastily defended. Pyrrha, on the other hand, had a very different opinion on what had just happened.
“Oh, no, Nora, I should be thanking you,” Pyrrha purred, her lust-filled voice catching Nora off guard. “Whatever it was, you should let it come over you again.” Hesitantly, Nora brought her hands back to Pyrrha’s soft sides.
“I don’t know what you’ve done with Pyrrha, but I’m liking it,” Nora said with a lecherous grin on her lips.
“Oh, Nora, I’m not the innocent little blubber ball you thought I was,” Pyrrha teased. “All this fat was meant to be touched, grabbed, played with. Touch me, Nora. Grab me. Play with me.”
“Gods, Pyrrha, I wanna, but maybe not right in the middle of the training room. I mean, what if someone catches us?” Nora said in a voice trembling with excitement. That gave Pyrrha an idea.
“Well, why don’t we stop training for now? Help me get this corset off my legs and we can have a shower… together,” Pyrrha suggested. Immediately, Nora sprung into action, rolling Pyrrha off of her and getting the corset off of Pyrrha. Then, she helped Pyrrha up and the two were off to the changing rooms. The embarrassment that Pyrrha felt earlier without her corset was gone. Now, she felt proud, proud of her body and proud of what it did to Nora as she walked around in her miniskirt, sash and bra, her belly on full display. It was a shame that no one else was around to see it.
When the two got to the changing rooms, the pair stripped as quickly as they could manage. Without her belt and miniskirt, Nora could see that Pyrrha’s spherical belly hung low enough to cover her crotch, meaning that all Pyrrha was really revealing while in the nude was her rear and breasts. The pair then made for a shower. Pyrrha filled a large part of it, leaving Nora to squeeze herself into the corner and turn on the shower. It was hot enough for them to feel it, but not enough that they couldn’t handle it. With the water on, droplets running down Pyrrha’s smooth sizeable belly, she moved back, pressing her plump posterior against the wall, and put her arms above her head, exposing everything to Nora.
“Nora, touch me. I need it,” Pyrrha said in a breathy, lusty voice. Nora was more than happy to touch Pyrrha. She started with belly rubs, sliding her hand across Pyrrha’s blimp-like belly, occasionally sinking her fingers into the fat flesh and pulling quiet moans from Pyrrha’s mouth. “More,” Pyrrha gasped. Nora wanted more too. She kept rubbing Pyrrha’s belly, but she was rougher with her, squeezing harder and even grabbing and shaking her belly. She leant in and placed a long kiss on Pyrrha's belly. Nora lingered in place for a bit, before moving down Pyrrha's belly, delivering one long, slow kiss after another until she reached Pyrrha's front. She squeezed in between the belly and the wall, took Pyrrha's belly in both hands, and lifted it up. Then, she went in for a long french kiss with Pyrrha's belly button, sinking her tongue deep into Pyrrha's navel. Pyrrha let out a shaky grasp as her core heated up. She brought one of her hands down, slipped it beneath her belly and between her chunky thighs. She began to rub her needy clit when Nora noticed what Pyrrha was doing.
"Don't worry, Pyrrha, I can do that," Nora said, just barely loud enough to be heard over the running shower. She then kissed her way back to Pyrrha's side. She slid a hand down Pyrrha's soft side, under her belly, and met her hand. Pyrrha's hand guided hers into her core, as Nora's fingers got to work, pulling pleasured moans from Pyrrha's lips. Pyrrha's other arm wrapped around Nora's comparatively slim body, pulling her in close. Nora rubbed her face on Pyrrha's smooth, pillowy belly as Pyrrha reached down to Nora's core, slipping her fingers into Nora and doing the same thing Nora was doing to her. The pair's moans were quiet, but they still echoed through the shower.
Pyrrha came first, and very quickly, as she needed it far more than Nora. Pyrrha closed her mouth tightly, but her muffled moans were still very audible. Nora loved the sound, and her fingers kept working just so she could keep hearing it. Not long after, Nora came too. She buried her face in Pyrrha's belly, using that to muffle her moans. As the pair came down from their orgasmic highs, they held each other close, letting the shower rain down on them.
After a minute or so, the pair disentangled themselves and finished catching their breath.
"Mmm, gods, that was incredible," Pyrrha said in an airy voice.
"Yeah, that was awesome!" Nora cheered.
"I think a proper shower is in order now. I'd love it if you joined me, but I think I'd get distracted," Pyrrha said, returning to the more bashful attitude that Nora knew her for.
"Yeah, I guess so," Nora reluctantly agreed, as she slowly and carefully made her way out of the shower. Before she did, however, Pyrrha caught her arm.
"Um, Nora, would… would you like to do this again sometime? Maybe… as my girlfriend?" Pyrrha asked nervously. Nora's eyes lit up immediately.
"Oh heck yeah!" Nora celebrated. "I'm gonna be your official belly rubber!" Pyrrha leant down to Nora, and Nora immediately picked up on what she was doing. She puckered up right as her lips met her new girlfriend. They kissed until their lungs burned for air, making them reluctantly finish their kiss. Then, Pyrrha hip checked Nora out of the shower.
Author's Note: I think this is the second-to-last part of this story that I've done so far. The next part is going to be less chill than this part, but I reckon this part was pretty alright.
Boredom was an unfamiliar feeling for Weiss. Normally, she would have at least something to keep her attention, but something felt off. Neo hadn’t responded to Weiss’ last few messages for more than a day, a concerningly long time for someone who practically lived on their Scroll. The worries Weiss had for her girlfriend outweighed any other thoughts, and so she was laying on her bed, trying to think of what could have caused this. Weiss was so trapped in her thoughts that she barely even noticed Ruby entering the dorm.
“Heya Weiss. Are you okay? You’ve been kinda moody today, or, well, more moody than usual,” Ruby asked as she brought a chair over to Weiss’ bedside. Ruby knew something was up, otherwise Weiss would’ve complained about being called ‘moody’.
“Ruby, have you seen Neo lately, or heard from her?” Weiss asked back, her gaze not moving from the underside of Ruby’s bunk above her.
“A few days ago, I think. Why do you ask?” Ruby replied.
“She hasn’t replied to me for more than a day and I’m worried. Did she ever do that to you?” Ruby thought for a moment.
“I… don’t think so. I mean, not while we were friends with benefits,” Ruby answered, a thought coming to her as she spoke. “Oh, that’s probably not a good sign.”
“Ruby, could you come with me to Neo’s apartment? I… I want to check something, and I want you there in case something bad happens,” Weiss asked, hoping for the best. There was only one possible answer in Ruby’s mind.
“Of course I’ll help you, Weiss. I mean, what are friends for?” Ruby reassured.
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Later that afternoon, Ruby and Weiss made it to Neo’s apartment building, weapons ready and loaded, just in case. They carefully made their way up the stairs to Neo’s apartment and to Neo’s apartment. Their first worry was when they saw the damage on Neo’s door, mostly focused to the side of where the lock is mounted, with a very clear dent in the wood.
“Someone kicked the door in,” Ruby observed, making Weiss even more worried. She tried the door handle and was surprised when it opened immediately. “That’s not a good sign. Neo would’ve locked it.”
“There’s still a chance that she could’ve gotten away,” Weiss said, not sounding fully convinced of her own thoughts.
“Just gotta hope for the best.” Ruby carefully and quietly opened the door, and the sight the partners were met with dashed all of those hopes. The main room of Neo’s apartment had been ransacked. The couch had been overturned, large gashes had been gouged out of the floor and walls, with even a few on the roof, and the door to the bedroom had been partly knocked off its hinges. “That’s… not great,” Ruby whispered, making quite the understatement. Before Weiss could respond, there was a sound from the bedroom, like something had just fallen to the ground. Quick as a flash, the partners drew their weapons, Weiss pointing her rapier at the door while Ruby switched Crescent Rose to its gun form, also pointed at the door. “Huntsman! Come out with your hands up!” Ruby called out with more authority and force than Weiss had ever heard from her. There was a tense silence that felt like an eternity, before the pair heard slow, heavy footsteps. Preparing for anything, Weiss loaded up some ice dust to freeze whoever it was, while Ruby’s finger hovered just over the trigger guard, ready to slide it in and pull the trigger if she needed to. Then, a pair of dark skinned hands passed through the door, glad with olive green half-gloves.
“Don’t shoot, please,” Emerald’s voice called back.
“Emerald? What are you doing here?” Ruby asked, her fingers moving away from the trigger, but she kept her gun up and ready.
“What did you do with Neo?!” Weiss accused, her hands shaking just a touch..
“I didn’t do anything, I swear,” Emerald insisted. “I’m trying to find out what happened to her too, and I think I have an idea.”
“And why should we trust you? You were following me and Neo on our… you were following us,” Weiss questioned. There was a pause as Emerald’s hands dropped slightly.
“I know… that this is probably my fault,” Emerald admitted, “but I never thought anything would happen to her, or even you. I was just doing what Cinder told me.”
“Trusting Cinder never ends well,” Ruby warned, an obvious hint of regret, or perhaps sadness, in her voice.
“You might be right… but I’ve never had someone like her to trust before,” Emerald said reluctantly. “I… I actually haven’t had much of anything until she came along.”
“I… sort of know what you mean,” Ruby responded, earning a surprised glance from Weiss.
“She was the first person to see me as more than just a huntress with a baby face, the first person who, I thought, would give me what I wanted, and I thought I could trust her too. She doesn’t care, though. Everyone else is just a tool to her.”
“You think I don’t know that?” Emerald questioned, her anger rising. “I’m not naive, I know what she’s like, I just…” the anger drained from her voice, leaving her sounding tired and small all of a sudden. “I don’t know what I’d do without her.”
“Well… I don’t know if my word’s worth anything, but if you help us, I could talk to Professor Ozpin, see if there’s anything he can do for you,” Ruby offered. There was a pause as Emerald mulled it over. Then, after a long, tense moment, Ruby and Weiss had their answer.
“Okay, I’ll trust you two if you two trust me.”
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Neo could tell that she didn’t have very many options. Her hands hadn’t been untied from the moment she had been taken from her apartment. The shipping container she was locked up in would have been hard enough to escape from even if she had free movement, being almost pitch black and not having any way to open it easily from the inside. On the rare occasion that the door was opened to toss in a pittance of food, Neo did not have the time to try to rush for freedom before the door was shut in her face, and she didn’t even have the ability to try and plan for it, as the times she was fed was random, and the door she was fed from was just as random. To make matters worse, what little food she had would not be anywhere near enough to fuel enough expansion to make herself strong enough to bust out. All she could do was sit and hope that someone was going to get to her.
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The three girls in Neo’s ruined apartment stood around the kitchen bench, looking at a blocky red and grey pistol. On its own, it would have proved nothing, as it looked like the standard cheap pistol anyone with a little extra cash could get their hands on. However, there was a clear identifying sign on it that made it clear who was responsible. A beowolf’s head in front of 3 claw marks, all in red, was marked on the grip. Without a doubt, the White Fang had been here, and they were almost certainly responsible for Neo’s disappearance.
“Where can we find them?” Ruby questioned Emerald, while trying her hardest to keep her eyes locked on Emerald’s eyes, even with how tempting it was to let her eyes wander to survey the rest of Emerald’s voluptuous body.
“There’s a few places I can think of. I can search for her, give you two a location. I hope you have a plan to get her out,” Emerald stated.
“How long do you think it’ll take to find Neo?” Weiss asked. Emerald pursed her lips in thought for a moment.
“Depends whether I get lucky or not. Maybe half an hour if I find her at the first place, three or four if it’s at the last place. Aren’t you two going to need more time?” Emerald replied.
“If Weiss is thinking what I’m thinking, that should be enough time. Just let us know if we’ll have to deal with Cinder,” Ruby said with reassuring confidence.
“Got it.” With that, Emerald took off, slowing momentarily to make sure her wide hips didn’t jam or bump into the door frame as she passed through it.
“So, Ruby, what were you thinking?” Weiss asked.
“Well, I figured now would be a good time to put your new abilities to good use. Hope you’ve got your stretchy clothes on, ‘cause we’ve got some eating to do,” Ruby suggested. Weiss’ eyebrows raised in surprise.
“Really? Now? But I’m nowhere near as good as you are at it, let alone fighting while expanded…”
“Weiss, you’re comparing yourself, a first year huntsman in training that’s only just started to learn this stuff, to me. I’ve been an officially licensed huntsman for years, and I’ve been using these abilities for even longer. You might not be as good as me, but I know you’re good enough to take on some White Fang goons,” Ruby reassured. “But, we’re not gonna get anywhere with inspiring pep talks. You go out and grab as much food as you can carry, I’ll do the same, and we’ll meet back here.” With a nod of agreement, the pair dashed out to the shops. Weiss went with online orders to every nearby fast food place that took those orders, grabbing all the burgers, pizzas and other fast food that she could. Ruby, meanwhile, let her sweet tooth guide her as she ransacked the confectionery and soft drink sections of the nearest supermarket.
A little while later, the pair were back with a mountain of food. Weiss was carrying so much that her arms had gotten tired just from that little trip. They righted Neo’s couch, set out the food and dug right in. It was strange for Weiss, not eating like this for fun or pleasure. Instead, she was eating solely to power herself up. She would never have thought such a thing would happen this time last year. Without the chance to really enjoy herself, Weiss basically went into autopilot, piling food into her stomach. She barely even noticed the taste of the food, it was going in so fast. Once this was all over, Weiss told herself, she needed to treat herself and Neo to some fun stuffing.
About an hour of non-stop eating later, the pair had finished all of the food that they had. Ruby was acting like it had just been a light snack, and by her standards it very well could have been, even though her belly made her look like she was hiding a beach ball under her clothes. Weiss, on the other hand, had struggled in comparison. The stress and worries she had hadn’t helped her appetite, but she did still manage to eat roughly as much as Ruby did.
“Oof, Ruby, do you do this before most of your fights?” Weiss asked, her head rolling back as she rubbed her belly.
“Eh, depends on the fight. If I’m taking it seriously and I’ve got prep time then yeah, usually,” Ruby answered, fairly nonchalantly. Any further questions or answers were interrupted by Weiss and Ruby’s scrolled buzzing. Ruby immediately checked it, and found a message from Emerald. All it contained was an address, not too far from Neo’s apartment.
“Now, c’mon, focus your aura, deal with that food. We gotta go rescue your girlfriend,” Ruby encouraged as she hopped up off the couch. She put her hands over her stomach and made them glow with the red light of her aura. She gently pushed on her stomach and the stuffed ball receded until Ruby’s belly was as flat as ever. Then, her body began to grow all over. She grew taller, everything growing in proportion until Ruby was a whole foot taller. Her thighs and rear plumped up the most out of her body, her thighs each ending up wider than her normal waist, and her rear growing so large that she risked outgrowing her skirt. Her arms thickened up a decent amount, with a good amount of muscle getting a layer of fat over it. Her breasts doubled, then tripled in size, making Ruby’s stretchy clothes a downright necessity. However, despite all that, Ruby’s belly stayed mostly flat. Sure, her waist had widened a touch, but that was mostly to accommodate a stronger core, one that her waist cincher mostly covered up. Ruby’s body looked like the body of a completely different person, and only the fact that Ruby’s head was atop it convinced Weiss that Ruby hadn’t swapped herself out for someone else.
“Right, I suppose it’s my turn. Could you help me up?” Weiss requested. Ruby offered Weiss a hand, and as soon as Weiss took it, Ruby lifted Weiss up to her feet single handedly, an especially impressive feat due to how much extra weight Weiss was carrying in her belly. Speaking of that belly, Weiss followed Ruby’s example and put her light blue glowing hands over her belly. However, unlike Ruby, Weiss did not push her belly in. Ruby didn’t notice a difference at first, but when Weiss turned to pick up her waist sash, which had undone itself to escape Weiss’ growing belly, she noticed Weiss’ belly jiggle as she moved. Her suspicions were confirmed when Weiss tied her sash back on, making it dig into the big, fat potbelly Weiss was now sporting. “Okay, I think I’m ready to go, especially with all this aura stored up,” Weiss confirmed, giving her belly a jiggle.
“Okay, let’s do this!” Ruby cheered, as she led her partner out of Neo’s apartment and off to wherever it was that Neo was being held.
Author's Note: Some day I'll post one of these here on Tumblr at an appropriate date. Until then, enjoy your out-of-season vampire getting chunky.
Weiss enjoyed these late night hours for department stores. With barely anyone there, there was barely anyone to recognise her, especially since the average store assistant could barely care less who she was and since her casual clothes drew a lot less attention. Being the daughter of a prominent businessman was hardly as exciting as, say, an actress or sports star.
On this night, Weiss was looking for more casual clothes, jeans, hoodies, things like that. She had a small stack of them and was carrying them into a changing room when she heard a voice call out.
"Hello? Is someone there? I'm… uh… stuck, and I need a little help getting out," the voice said. Weiss couldn't help but feel ⁷bad for whoever this poor girl was, and wanted to help her out. Her appreciation for larger girls helped that decision, but it was far from the only reason.
"Don't worry, I can help you," Weiss reassured as she set her clothes down in the little changing room next to the trapped woman. No wonder the poor woman was trapped, Weiss thought, as she really thought about how small these changing rooms were for someone who wasn't as disappointingly rail thin like herself. She went over to the other dressing room and opened the door. Inside, somewhat squished between the walls, was a pale fat girl. In fact, fat and pale might have been putting it lightly. Weiss was pale, the girl looked like she had never seen the sun in her life, which made her black and red hair stand out even more. Also, this girl was large enough to fill the changing room, mostly due to her prodigious belly, making Weiss glad the door opened outwards. That belly managed to peek out under the hem of the girl's red hoodie and hang over the strained waistband of her black jeans, which might not have started as skinny jeans but certainly were now. The girl flashed a nervous smile, and Weiss could have sworn that she saw an oddly sharp tooth, but she was more interested in the girl's girth. Were Weiss a less tactful person, she would have had some teasing remarks to make at the girl's expense, but Weiss wasn't that kind of person, especially when she had someone so attractively large in front of her.
"Heh, sorry to bother you…" the girl began, before Weiss held out her hand.
"Take my hand, I will get you out of there," Weiss reassured. The girl took Weiss' hand, making Weiss wince slightly at how cold the tubby trapped woman was. Then, on the count of three, Weiss pulled and the fat girl moved her feet. After a moment's effort, the fat girl popped free with enough force that she almost bowled Weiss over. Instead, her blubbery belly was just barely touching Weiss. Weiss did her best to resist the urge to touch it as she took a step back.
"Oh, thank you so much! I guess I really don't know my own size," the fat girl said with a nervous laugh as she patted her belly.
"Mmm, perhaps S Mart might be a better place for you to shop. Their changing rooms could fit three of you," Weiss suggested.
"Oh, I didn't know that was a thing. We don't have those in Vale, I'm kinda new to Atlas. Do you know where it is?" the fat girl asked.
"Of course, I can take you there if you would like," Weiss offered. "Of course, I would prefer to know who I'm taking with me."
"Oh, uh, I'm Ruby," the fat girl falteringly introduced herself. "And, uh, you don't have to do that if you don't wanna."
"Believe me, I would be more than happy to. Oh, and, also, my name is Weiss."
With that, the girls left for S Mart, another store in the mall they were in. Weiss guided the pair to the more casual clothes, which Weiss figured was more Ruby's style, before the pair made their choices and made for the changing rooms. These changing rooms were more like actually rooms, rather than the cupboard sized ones at the other place, which made Ruby breath a visible sigh of relief.
"Would you like some help in there?" Weiss offered oh so innocently.
"That's probably a good idea. It's a little tricky getting changed when you're my size," Ruby mentioned. The pair entered the changing room, which had more than double the room they needed.
"Now, top off, let's try these hoodies," Weiss hurried. As Ruby took her top off, she was left with just a boring looking peach coloured bra that dug into her back fat rolls and made her plump breasts spill out. "Poor you," Weiss commiserated, "dull and too small. You need to find somewhere to custom order your bras. They may be more expensive, but they are worth every lien. I can give you some recommendations later." Ruby's fingers were drawn to where her bra squished her breasts.
"Yeah, I probably should," Ruby agreed, "but I've been going through sizes pretty quickly lately." That comment got Weiss' full attention.
"I-is that so?" Weiss probed, mostly keeping her cool.
"Yeah, I've been blowing up like a balloon lately. By the time I'm done, I might be closer to a blimp," Ruby added. Weiss' flustered face went as red as Ruby's namesake, and if she wasn't so flustered she might have noticed a slight smirk on Ruby chubby face.
"O-oh, well, I suppose we should have gotten larger sizes for you then," Weiss commented, trying to sound like she wasn't mentally picturing an even fatter and much less dressed Ruby. She was absolutely doing that, but Ruby was too sweet and cute for Weiss to feel good about doing that.
Weiss helped Ruby into and out of the clothes she was trying on for the next little while, before deciding on the fairly predictable red, grey, and black tops and the darker jeans. As the pair paid for their clothes, they left the soon to be closing mall, stepping out into the cool.
"Oh, man, thanks Weiss, you're a life saver," Ruby said cheerily, making Weiss blush somewhat at how cute she was.
"O-oh, you're more than welcome," a flustered Weiss replied. There was a short, awkward pause as the two young women tried to figure out what to do from there. "So, um, you said you're new to Atlas?" Weiss asked, trying to break the ice.
"Yep, got here about a month ago. Used to live in Vale. Wait, did I mention that already?" Ruby nervously answered. Weiss did her best to brush past that comment.
"Well, perhaps we could meet up again soon. It would be nice to get to know you better, and maybe I can be your first Atlesian friend. A-assuming that you don't already have one, of course," Weiss offered in one of her less than smooth moments. The smoothness, or lack thereof, didn't matter to Ruby, as the tubby young woman was beaming with excitement.
"Oh my gosh, yes! I'd love that!" Ruby cheered as she wrapped Weiss in a smothering hug. Despite being squeezed by a luxuriously soft belly, the first thing that Weiss noticed was how cold Ruby was. It was strange, but Weiss was enjoying the belly too much to read too much into it. With that, the pair organized to meet again on Friday night at a nice little restaurant in a quiet part of Atlas, as Ruby sent a panicked message to Yang asking if vampires could eat regular food. Luckily, for the sake of not blowing her cover, she could. It would have basically no nutritional value to her unless it was blood, and trick her into thinking it was helping sate her, and she would need to feed on blood the next night for sure, but at least Ruby didn't have to make up some nonsense to get out of eating.
When Friday night came, Ruby was glad that she got herself a flannel red and black shirt a few sizes up, as she did not hold back on the feedings. She'd added a few more centimeters to all of her measurements, enough that the already snug clothes that she wore earlier that week were now only suitable for wearing at home, and nowhere near comfortable enough for her to consider it. She gave her overly plump belly a pat as she sat in her car in the restaurant carpark.
"Sorry blubber belly, gotta wait until tomorrow night for some real food," she told it, before hauling herself out of her car. She was just in time to see Weiss just arriving at the front door. Weiss was looking jaw droppingly beautiful in her blue and white dress and with her long ponytail done in a thick braid, upgrading from her regular beauty. Okay, maybe Ruby was smitten, but would a human and a vampire be able to have a relationship like that, Ruby asked herself. She decided to think about that later as she approached her new friend.
Weiss's eyes widened as her eyes drank in the sight of an even larger Ruby filling and threatening to overfill her shirt and jeans. If she didn't know better, she'd have thought that she was imagining things, but no, Ruby was, without a doubt, noticeably fatter than she had been merely a few days ago. Putting on weight that quickly, Weiss thought, only happened in her favourite smut. Needless to say, Weiss was curious, excited, and slightly aroused, even if she did her best to hide it. After very enthusiastic greetings from each of them, they entered the restaurant and were guided to their table. As they read the menus, Ruby's eyes were immediately drawn to the largest steak they had. That had to be her order, she knew it. Weiss's pasta salad seemed paltry in comparison, but Weiss was far from concerned. As for the drinks…
"Oh, I think I'd like a glass of the sauvignon blanc," Weiss requested. "Ruby, what would you like?"
"I don't drink wine. Or any other alcohol, actually. I'll be fine with the water," Ruby answered.
The pair chatted idly, Weiss asking about Ruby and Vale and Ruby asking about Weiss and Atlas. A little while later, their orders arrived and they dug in. It had been months at this point since Ruby last ate real food, or really anything that wasn't blood. As the steak hit her tongue, she realized how much she missed it. She powered through her steak, and even her salad, as surprised as she was that she missed salad, of all things. It was an impressive sight, seeing Ruby eat so much so quickly, and it was a sight that Weiss very much enjoyed, to the point where she often forgot about her own food. Even more excited was the effect that the food was having on Ruby. As it filled her stomach, Weiss could see the bloated belly pushing against Ruby's shirt, making gaps between the buttons just barely visible with her grey tank top underneath. The satisfied sigh and belly rub Ruby gave herself had Weiss even more excited. Ruby was enjoying herself too, even if the food wasn't exactly satisfying her hunger, as she enjoyed the feeling of filling her stomach and her clothes tightening around her growing belly, less like she was eating and more like she was filling her stomach with water or something like that. When Weiss suggested dessert, Ruby couldn't help but say 'yes', going for the big slice of mud cake and vanilla ice cream, with Weiss ordering a comparatively modest mochaccino. When all that sweetness and sugar hit Ruby’s lips, she was in heaven. She was so distracted on cloud nine that she didn’t even notice a button, which had been pulled tight right over her stomach, pop open. Luckily, it didn’t fly off and hit anything, but it did manage to damage Weiss’ resolve. She was desperately trying to keep her cool, but it was like watching her dream come true right in front of her.
As soon as Ruby finished her food, Weiss knew she had to make her move.
“Ruby, would you like to come back to my apartment?” Weiss offered, catching Ruby a little bit off guard.
“Oh, uh… that… that’d be nice, but, um, there’s something I should tell you,” Ruby began.
“Well, tell me when we get back to my apartment,” Weiss insisted. With that, the pair paid for their meals as Weiss sent Ruby her address. “I’ll see you there,” Weiss teased, in a feat of confidence that she didn’t know she was capable of, one that made Ruby forget about her concerns for just long enough to watch Weiss leave.
“Aw beans,” Ruby complained to herself as she made for her car.
A little while later, she was at Weiss’ door, with Weiss waiting for her.
“So, uh, about that thing…” Ruby tried to start again.
“Ah, come in and tell me,” Weiss said, her excitement starting to get the better of her. She opened the door and stepped inside, with Ruby lumbering in after her. She guided the two of them to a small minimalist couch and sat down. “So, what did you want to tell me?”
“Ah, geez, this is gonna be tough, but, uh…” This was the part where Ruby realised that she maybe should have rehearsed how to go about this. “Oh, man, um… I… am a vampire, so this might not work out.” There was a moment of silence, awkward silence from Ruby and thoughtful silence from Weiss.
“That explains it.”
“Wait, what?” Ruby blurted out. To be frank, that was not the response she had expected. It wasn't even in the top ten most likely responses.
“How cold you are, your pale skin, how alert you are so late at night, it all makes sense now, and while I don’t know for sure, I think it explains your rapid weight gain,” Weiss reasoned. Ruby sat there, stunned for a moment. “Oh, I hope that silence doesn’t mean I insulted you…”
“No, no, no, it’s not an insult, it’s just… wow, you totally figured it out,” Ruby said with an awed smile. “Oh, and, uh, yeah, the weight gain is because of the vampire thing. Apparently cow and pig blood fattens you up if you have ‘too much’,” she added, grabbing her fat gut and shaking it, in order to emphasise her point. “Is, uh, is that a problem? The weight thing, I mean.”
“Oh, goodness, no, not at all.” Weiss leant in nice and close to Ruby, placing a hand on Ruby’s tree-trunk thigh and another on her behemoth of a belly. “In fact, I think it’s a very good thing,” she purred, making a shiver run up Ruby’s spine.
“O-oh, good, ‘cause I like being fat too,” Ruby admitted, her small smile betraying her excitement. Weiss leant in further, her skinny body sinking into Ruby’s fat, before her lips met Ruby’s. Weiss’ tongue snuck into Ruby’s mouth. Ruby thought it was just a passionate kiss, but Weiss’s tongue was searching for something, and her eyes widened when she found it, before she broke off the kiss.
“Well, there’s the fangs I was expecting,” Weiss said in a breathy voice. “If you promise that those won’t end up in my neck tonight, I think we can have some fun.”
“I’m not gonna bite you,” Ruby immediately replied. “Now, let’s have some fun.”
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Weiss immediately leapt onto Ruby, pushing Ruby down onto the sofa. The pair locked lips, and while Ruby didn’t know what to do with her hands, Weiss knew exactly what to do, sinking her hands into Ruby’s pillowy breasts. Ruby let out a whining moan as Weiss groped her sensitive mammaries, moaning right into Weiss’ mouth. Ruby eventually settled on putting her hands on Weiss’ waist and bringing her in closer, making Weiss sink into Ruby’s blubbery belly. Ruby, being a vampire, knew that she wouldn’t need to break the kiss for air, but she was surprised at just how long Weiss could keep going. Weiss didn’t even break the kiss to start undoing Ruby’s shirt. Each button was popped open one by one, letting Ruby’s belly be mostly free, even if it was mostly covered by the grey tank top she wore underneath it. Weiss broke off the kiss to admire Ruby’s belly, and was entranced by the sliver of belly that hung out beneath the hem of her tank top.
“Arms up,” Weiss ordered, and Ruby immediately complied. Weiss grabbed the hems of Ruby’s shirt and tank top and pulled them off of Ruby quick as a flash. She spotted a sexy little scarlet and black lacy bra that Ruby was wearing. Unlike the boring one Ruby was outgrowing earlier in the week, this one was a perfect fit, even if Weiss was confident that that wouldn’t be the case for much longer. “Mmm, much better,” Weiss purred. “Undo it for me. I have something else to undo.”
“G-got it!” Ruby said in a breathy voice. She reached in front of herself and undid the clasp keeping her bra done up. Now that it was undone, Weiss had even easier access to Ruby’s fat tits. Weiss, however, was busy undoing Ruby’s jeans. Fortunately Ruby had gone without a belt, so all Weiss had to do was pop open the button and unzip the fly. Once she did, Weiss went to work. Her right hand was groping one of Ruby’s breasts, slipping into the open bra. Her mouth was on Ruby’s other breast, kissing and suckling. Her left hand dove into Ruby’s panties, managing the tight squeeze to slip between Ruby’s legs and into her core. The moment Weiss’ fingers hit Ruby’s most sensitive spots, Ruby was in heaven. It had been far too long since Ruby had given herself the attention that Weiss was showing her that she clearly needed. Weiss’ other hand and mouth brought Ruby’s pleasure to even greater heights. Ruby covered her mouth as lewd noises began to slip out. Either Weiss was very, very good at this, or Ruby really, really needed this. Either way, Ruby found herself hurtling towards an orgasm incredibly quickly. She was letting out orgasmic moans within a minute as she hit her limit. She did her best to keep quiet, but she was loud enough to fill the silence of Weiss’ apartment, and for Weiss to hear it and feel very proud of herself.
“Finished already? You poor girl, you needed this, didn’t you?” Weiss teased, sending shivers down Ruby’s spine.
“Oh, gods yes!” Ruby cried out, as aftershocks of her powerful orgasm rolled through her. Weiss got up off the couch.
“Up, Ruby, and strip for me,” Weiss ordered. Ruby got up as quickly as her heavy body could manage. She slipped out of her undone bra easily enough, but her jeans were a little more difficult. Fortunately, Weiss was there to help her out of those jeans and panties that Ruby was crammed into. Once Ruby was nude, Weiss took a moment to saunter around Ruby, admiring Ruby’s obese for. “Are all vampires as beautifully voluptuous as you, dear?” Weiss asked, her voice low and husky. Ruby might not have been able to blush, but she did look one blush away from being very flustered.
“A-actually, my sister wanted me to lose weight and stay slim. It’s why I moved to Atlas,” Ruby admitted.
“And what a fine choice that was,” Weiss said, leaning on Ruby and sinking into her soft side. “You’re far more attractive at this size,” she added, grabbing Ruby’s belly. As her hands sunk into the fat flesh, Weiss had an idea. “Come with me dear.”
A moment later, the pair were in Weiss’ bedroom and Weiss was pushing Ruby onto the bed. Ruby’s hefty body sunk into the mattress, her fat rolling like the waves. She sat there, a little dumbfounded at Weiss’ dominant attitude as she watched Weiss strip. Compared to Ruby, and almost anyone else for that matter, Weiss was very skinny. When she clambered atop Ruby’s globe of a belly, Ruby barely even noticed Weiss’ weight. What she very quickly noticed was Weiss riding her belly, grinding her core against Ruby’s belly. It was a wonderful sight, with Weiss losing herself to the pleasure and letting it show on her face as her mouth hung open and her eyes were rightly shut, while she let out moan after moan. Ruby wanted to come with her. So, she reached around to finger herself, a difficult task with her gargantuan belly in the way, but she managed it. Soon, her moans mixed in with Weiss’ in an orgasmic chorus. Again, Ruby came first, but Weiss was not far behind. As Ruby watched Weiss come, she felt an urge to keep Weiss coming. She reached up and grabbed Weiss by the waist. She then lifted Weiss up and placed Weiss on her face, her core on Ruby’s lips. Ruby let her tongue into Weiss’ core and went to work. Weiss’ core was still pulsing from her orgasm and was still sensitive, so Ruby’s tongue drove her wild.
“Oh, gods, Ruby! Don’t stop! Never stop!” Weiss cried out. Ruby, with her infinite stamina, was more than happy to oblige. Her tongue brought Weiss to orgasm after orgasm as Weiss held on for dear life to whatever she could. When Ruby did occasionally look up at Weiss, Weiss was a sweating, panting, pleasure-drunk mess of a woman, a far cry from the prim and proper woman that took her to dinner, but gods did Ruby love the view. It told her that she was doing a great job of making Weiss feel good, and that feeling warmed her undead heart. After a little while, Weiss was so far gone that she stopped trying to keep herself upright, just deciding to fall back and rest on Ruby’s pillowy belly. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and her eyes drooped as she kept coming, her moans getting mixed in with whispered declarations of love for Ruby. Before long, Weiss could feel herself fading.
“Ruby… too good… need a break…” Weiss said, out of breath and barely alert. Fortunately, Ruby did stop. She lifted Weiss up and gently placed her in the bed next to her.
“Was, uh, was that too much?” Ruby asked sheepishly.
“Gods no,” Weiss immediately replied in a dreamy voice. “It was incredible. We should do this again, and again and again.”
“Phew, I’m glad I did good,” Ruby said as she rolled over. Her belly lay on top of Weiss as she shuffled in closer to give Weiss a gentle smooch. Weiss kissed back, but with nowhere near the intensity she had at the start of the night. As the pair broke off the kiss, Ruby leant up to give Weiss a little kiss on the forehead. “Looks like you need a rest. I’ll see you when I wake up.”
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The next night, Ruby woke up nude in an unfamiliar room. It took a moment for her brain to kick in and realise that it was Weiss’ bedroom. It took another moment to realise that the noise outside the room was Weiss. Ruby was up just in time for Weiss to come back in in her pale blue dressing gown, loosely tied up as if to tease at the possibility that it could ‘accidentally’ fall open right in front of Ruby.
“Oh, Ruby. I’d say ‘good morning’, but I don’t know if vampires do that,” Weiss joked.
“Heh, sorry. I didn’t realise I’d stayed the whole night. Or day. Whatever.”
“Trust me, Ruby, after last night, you’re always welcome here,” Weiss purred, as she sashayed over towards Ruby. Just before she got to Ruby, Ruby’s large stomach growled with hunger so loudly that even Weiss could hear it loud and clear. The sound stopped Weiss in her tracks immediately.
“Oh, jeez, I gotta go, I gotta get some blood, and I’m not taking yours, so I gotta go find a farm or something and get some blood or something bad happens, and I’m not sure what that is, but I don’t wanna find out,” Ruby rattled off as she got changed. With her vampiric super speed, she was changed back into her clothes before she finished speaking.
“Well, Ruby, before you go, I have something I want to say to you,” Weiss said, stepping closer to Ruby. She moved even closer, bringing herself into a soft embrace with her blubbery girlfriend. “When you go out tonight,” Weiss whispered into Ruby’s ear, “I want you to find a nice, big farm, and feast on all the cows and pigs that you can. I want you to come back full and ready to burst. Understood?” Ruby’s flustered face had gone bright red. Weiss was good at this, too good.
“Y-yes ma’am,” Ruby whispered back.
“Good girl,” Weiss said in a sultry tone, breaking from the embrace. As Ruby moved past her, Weiss gave Ruby a hard spank on the well-padded large target that was Ruby’s bountiful behind. Of all the people Ruby could have revealed that she was a vampire to, Weiss was definitely the right person.
Author's Note: Folks asked for a second part of this on DA, and I hadn't really planned for a second part (the first part had been a BDay gift). However, this story really goes to show that, yes, people will read multiple stories with the same general premise.
Unfortunately for Ruby and Blake, their next escape attempt went about as well as their last one. Ruby and Blake had been caught again and ushered off to yet another massive breakfast. Now laden with a mountain of food each, Ruby and Blake were resting in their shared bedroom, filling the bed with their bountiful bodies.
Ruby’s corset was almost entirely undone, just so it wouldn’t squeeze the life out of the poor girl, even if it meant her behemoth of a belly was mostly on display. She couldn’t pull her shirt down enough to cover her gargantuan gut. Her short red shorts were clinging on for dear life, making Ruby’s decision to only go for stretchy shorts a very smart idea. The grey sleeveless shirt unfortunately had much less give, so it ended up being shoved up by Ruby’s titanic tummy, or at least as much as it could while under her corset. Not even hiding inside her red cloak could cover up just how fat she had gotten, and it was even more obvious right now, as she lay on her back with her belly soaring in front of her.
Eventually, her girlfriend stirring herself awake from her nap managed to rouse Ruby.
“Ugh, Ruby, we can’t wait until tomorrow to try again,” Blake groaned as she hauled herself into a sitting position, fighting her large, heavy belly.
“I know, I know,” Ruby agreed. “Oh, jeez, this is gonna be tough.”
“Don’t worry babe, I’ll help you out.” Blake stood up, and over the creaking of the bed, Ruby could hear metal on metal, most likely the sound of Blake’s undone belt.
“You should probably do up your belt first,” Ruby pointed out, making Blake instinctively look down. It wasn’t as if she could actually see her belt past her cascading belly.
“Oh, right,” Blake commented quietly, her face taking on a slight blush as she reached under her belly, fumbling blindly for her belt. Once she had it, she braced herself and sucked her gut in as far as she could. It wasn’t very far, but it was enough. Blake barely managed to pull the tail of her belt through the frame enough to get to the second hole. Blake, however, was smart enough to know that that would be asking for trouble, and so she did her belt up with the last belt hole. It was more difficult than she expected, and left her needing a moment to catch her breath. It made her glad that she wore her jacket and figured out a way to attach her strap keeping the magnetic clip on the back to the lapel of her jacket. She was also glad that she wore a crop top, meaning that her pants were the only thing confining her belly. She didn’t love how tight her pants were, but she had already gone up several sizes, so she figured that she could hold out until she and Ruby got out and got their diets back under control. She just hoped her pants would last long enough. However, looking at Ruby’s shorts, Blake was just as worried about her girlfriend as she was about herself. They had to get out, the sooner the better. She made her way around the bed and helped Ruby up.
“Ooh, my tummy,” Ruby groaned as she rubbed her aching belly, before quickly turning her head away from Blake and let out a long belch. “Heh, uh, sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Blake tried to brush off, as she leant away from Ruby’s belch-filled air. She managed to get Ruby to her feet, but it was clear that she was unsteady on her feet.
“I, uh, I don’t think I’m gonna be as sneaky as I was this morning,” Ruby said, trying to sound light, but there was clearly an implicit apology in her words.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be here to help you,” Blake reassured the rotund Ruby, making her girlfriend immediately brighten up.
“Heh, yeah, nothing can stop us when we work together!” Ruby cheered. With that, they made their way for the door out of their room. Ruby went first, again, to stop Blake from distracting her, but since Ruby had gone for shorts today, every time her cloak flicked out of the way of the Rubooty, Blake had to fight the urge to stare. As she got herself through the door, she had an idea. She offered Ruby her hand, and Ruby immediately took it.
“Good thing we’re on the same page,” Blake said, with a smile as soft as her voice.
“It’s why we’re such great girlfriends,” Ruby said sweetly.
“Okay, this is getting too cute. Let’s go,” Blake ended, as the blush returned to her cheeks again.
Ruby and Blake had made this trip so many times that they had practically memorised it at this point. They knew the best way to keep to the carpet to muffle their footsteps, where the noisier floorboards were and how to stop their inevitably weighty steps from making them squeak, and where to be especially careful to avoid bumping into things, even as they went through the house hand in hand together. The couple weren’t sure if their slower movements, done to avoid any upset stomachs, were helping or hurting their efforts. What they did know was that they were taking longer to get to the front door. Fortunately, they did manage to make it to the door eventually, without anyone even catching a glimpse of them, which was surprising, since it was about lunch time. However, when they got to the door, just as Blake grabbed the door handle, Blake felt the door being pushed open towards her. The pair did not have time to get out of the way before spotting Kali and a bevy of helpers carrying bags of food. That was when Blake and Ruby realised why it was so easy to sneak around the house.
“Oh, there you two are. Come, come, I’ll be getting started on lunch now,” Kali said with a kind smile on her lips, as she ushered the couple towards the living room. She set one of the baskets of strawberries in front of the girls before taking the rest of the food towards the kitchen. It took mere moments before Ruby started digging into the strawberries.
“Sorry Ruby. Try again tomorrow?” Blake said, before beginning to have some strawberries of her own.
“Wha? Oh, yeah, sure,” Ruby said, her voice muffled by the mouthful of strawberries. Her cheeks were puffed out like a squirrel hiding its nuts. It was too adorable for Blake to handle, turning her into a blushing mess, as red as the strawberries she was snacking on.
A few minutes later, just as the couple were finishing off the basket of strawberries, Kali came back in with platters of toasted tuna subs. Blake’s eyes immediately widened with excitement. Blake and Ruby immediately tore into them, unable to resist Kali’s incredible food. They could feel their outfits growing tighter around their bellies by the bite, but the food was too nice to stop. That, and they felt bad about the possibility of not eating all of Kali’s food and disappointing her. Thus, the toasted tuna subs went down, just in time for Kali to bring out the fish and chips. Kali set enough in front of each of them for a family, and they were already feeling full. Ruby and Blake shared a nervous look, before swallowing their concerns and getting to it. Despite everything, they managed it very well. Of course, it wasn’t all smooth sailing. A little way through it, there was the sound of metal creaking and groaning. It was already present earlier, but now it was growing dangerously loud as Blake’s belt grew uncomfortably tight around her belly. Then, with a loud crack, Blake very suddenly felt much more comfortable. The sound of the ruined metal belt belt buckle clattering to the ground was soon joined by her waistband button popping and her fly unzipping itself to make way for her bulging belly. This would have been a good long while after Blake would have told herself to stop eating, but she had seen what Kali looked like when she couldn’t finish her food, and the only thing more heartbreakingly sad than that was Ruby after being told they were out of cookies. And so, Blake soldiered on.
Ruby was also doing her best to soldier through her fish and chips feast, flashing back to her time on Patch where all of this would have been too much even for her, Yang and Taiyang. As she stuffed more and more food into her torturously taut belly, her corset undid itself more and more, loosening off just enough to make sure it stayed intact. Hearing Blake’s belt burst made Ruby glad that she had given up on wearing her belt a while ago, although this was making Ruby again consider ditching the corset. It would be a sad day when that finally happened, with how big a part of her aesthetic that was. Of course, right now, it wasn’t doing much of what a corset normally did, it wasn’t shaping, slimming or supporting anything now, with the laces about as loose as possibly without straight up undoing themselves, for now.
Still, try as they might, Ruby and Blake could not manage the fish and chips feast. Their eating slowed to a crawl, before their stuffed stomachs told them ‘no more’, even when Kali was right there, urging them on. When they fell back, slouching in their seats, stopped by the snapper and finished off by the fries, Kali kept trying to encourage the couple.
“Oh dear, you two should really finish your lunch. I wouldn’t want you two to be hungry while you wait for dinner,” Kali said, genuinely concerned. She didn't even bother with utensils, just grabbing handfuls of fish and chips and feeding them to the girls. "That's it, just chew and swallow. You two must be tired from how early you two are up. You should sleep in later," Kali cooed at the couple.
As the girls were being fed, the lacing of Ruby's corset finally gave up on her, the knot keeping it done up, even if it was very loose, undid itself to escape Ruby's roundness. It dropped to the ground quietly and Kali picked it up. Ruby and Blake were too stuffed, their eyes too glazed over to even notice. Ruby groaned out something that sounded vaguely like a 'thanks'.
Even with Kali's help and encouragement, the girls were slowing down even more.
“Oh dear, surely you two still have a little room left for the last of this. The last thing I would want would be for this to go to waste,” Kali said, continuing to feed the well-overfed girls, occasionally stopping to rub the girls bellies and soothe them. The girls were basically running on autopilot at this point, their mouths robotically opening, chewing and swallowing the food Kali fed them. It wouldn't have been accurate, but to the girls it felt like they had eaten their old bodyweight in food. Their stomachs were uncomfortably full and were starting to go slightly red due to how full the poor girls were.
Once Kali was done stuffing the couple to what had to be their absolute limits, Kali carefully helped the girls up and guided them back to their rooms. Their progress was slow as they staggered along with Kali, their bellies bloated beyond belief and heavy enough that keeping upright was a difficult task. They were so full that they were barely awake, mostly kept moving by Kali, although their desire to collapse into bed rather than on the floor was helping somewhat. After a few minutes of lumbering along, their bellies sloshing and groaning as they moved, they were back in their room and flopped onto their bed.
“Get some rest, dears, I’ll let you know when dinner will be ready,” Kali sweetly announced, before quietly leaving, closing the door behind her.
“Ugh, why does your mom’s food have to be so good?” Ruby groaned. “I feel like I’m gonna explode and I still want more.”
“Yeah, that’s the worst part. Well, other than how big it’s made us,” Blake added, pawing at her belly. “Ugh, I’ve turned into a blimp.”
“Well, uh, if it makes you feel any better, you’re a pretty cute blimp,” Ruby tried to reassure Blake. Despite her best efforts, Blake couldn’t help but crack a little smile.
“Thanks Ruby. Now, let’s get some sleep, and hopefully we make it through dinner.” Blake put an arm around her rotund girlfriend and the pair did their best to get some rest.
Author's Note: Yes, the title is a Metal Gear Solid reference. Yes, the line about Ruby being dummy thick is a reference too.
Another morning in Menagerie and another reminder that Ruby and Blake really should be getting out of here. No matter how tightly they squeezed in together, one of them had their blubbery behinds hanging at least partly off the double bed they shared. Both of them had piled on a frankly concerning amount of weight, maybe double or triple their old weights, thanks to Blake’s mother’s excessive hospitality. Both had become very bottom heavy, their rears becoming well padded and being supported by very wide hips and thick thighs. Their gains diverged from there, as Ruby’s weight then focused on her belly, while Blake’s focused on her chest. Ruby’s globe-like belly, round and smooth, hung over the waistband of her combat skirt and regularly rumbled and grumbled, wanting more food. Of course, Blake’s belly was far from small, being big enough that Blake could no longer see her own feet when she stood up, but it did not stick out as far, but it's rolls made it hang over her pants waistband, the soft, squishy mass hanging down lower than Ruby’s comparatively taut tummy. Meanwhile, Blake’s breasts were significantly larger than Ruby’s, each one being about the size of Blake’s head, straining all of her tops and all of her bras, meaning she was always breathing a sigh of relief at night when she could take all of that off. It made Ruby’s handfuls look very modest in comparison.
As the couple hauled themselves out of bed and into their clothes, Blake crept towards the door for their shared room, her cat ears standing up at attention, trying to pick out any noises.
“I hope we got up early enough,” Ruby commented. “It’s a little embarrassing having to be all like ‘Blake, I’m dummy thick, and the clap of my asscheeks keeps alerting your mom’,” she added, putting on a low, rough voice at the end. She drew a quiet snicker from Blake.
“I think I’m alerting her just as much with this thing,” Blake replied, patting her padded posterior. “Still, I think we’re clear. Let’s move.”
With that, Blake gently opened the door, sneaking out before stepping aside to let Ruby out. Ruby’s hip brushed against the doorframe, reminding Ruby to watch her rear, literally. Blake then gently closed the door, the latch clicking shut only being audible to Blake’s enhanced Faunus hearing. She nodded to Ruby, who then led the way down the hallway. The first few times, Blake had led the way, but her bountiful behind had been very distracting to Ruby, leading to Ruby bumping into Blake and breaking their cover in some way. Ruby made for a better leader, as her combat skirt at least drew less attention to her rear, even if her growing rear made it clear that another size up would be in order in a few weeks at the rate she was growing.
Keeping low, the couple kept to the centre of the hallway, using the yellow rugs to muffle their footsteps. They moved slowly and carefully, making each move deliberate and planned, while doing their utmost to make sure that their ponderously large bodies were n’t at risk of bumping into any of the walls, tables or bookshelves that lined the hallway walls. Ruby was doing her best to remember the stealth tips and tricks Blake had taught her, in the hopes of staying sneaky even at their advanced sizes. So far, so good, as they made their way through the halls. The occasional sounds of birds rising with the sun outside made the couple nervous that they would miss one of the Belladonna house guards walking around or, even worse, Kali Belladonna.
There was nothing wrong with Kali. In fact, ever since Ruby and Blake arrived, Kali had been nothing but kind and caring. Of course, that was the source of the problem. Kali had been too kind, too caring, and all of Kali’s kindness had gone straight to Ruby and Blake’s waistlines, and a few other places too. To make matters worse, neither of the girls were in a position to say no to Kali’s offers of food. Blake would never say no to her own mother, even as she soared past obesity with no slowing in sight, and Ruby was just too darn nice to say no, not to mention her big eater tendencies that she thought was only an issue when it came to cookies. To make matters worse, Kali was an incredible cook. No matter what it was, no matter the ingredients or what had to be done to make the meal, Kali was amazing at it, making every meal utterly irresistible and basically impossible to not want more of, let alone not want to finish. All of that was why Blake and Ruby plotted to sneak out of the Belladonna household. Their plan beyond that was vague at best, but it was better than staying there and getting fatter and fatter day by day.
The sneaky couple were approaching the main entrance when they heard a door open around the corner behind them. They dashed around to the next corner as quickly as they could manage without causing too much of a ruckus, before peeking back to see who it was. The lighting may have been dim at this early hour, but they could recognise Kali without a shadow of a doubt, and they could tell that she was heading towards the house’s kitchen. They did not have much time left, and they knew it. They quickly turned towards the entrance, but in their haste, Ruby didn’t notice the small table next to her until her plump posterior caught a pot plant, sending it flying towards the ground. Thinking quickly, Blake dove for the pot plant. Her landing was softened by the plentiful padding she was carrying nowadays. It may not have been as quiet as the couple had been before, but Blake managed it. She had caught the pot plant with only a few centimeters between it and the ground and breaking very noisily and messily. Blake handed the pot plant off to Ruby to put back onto the table, before hauling herself up onto her feet, taking a moment to catch her breath.
For all the dangers of Menagerie, Ruby and Blake had not spent much time out and about fighting those threats like the huntsmen they were. Instead, at Kali’s insistence, they relaxed around the Belladonna household, having plenty to eat and plenty to distract themselves with. It had been such a lovely time that it took their clothes no longer fitting for the couple to finally realize what they had let happen to themselves. After that, there was at least a token effort to try and slim back down and get back into fighting shape. Unfortunately for that plan, exercise and dieting was just not as fun as the alternative that they had gotten so used to. That led to the couple getting very out of shape as they ended up taking on much rounder shapes than they had ever imagined being.
Once Blake stopped panting for air, all appeared to be silent again. The couple turned and made their way towards the entrance, this time being much more careful and checking their surroundings for anything their fat bodies could collide with. They got back into their sneaking position and made their way into the next room, the main entrance hall. There was just one room to cross before they made it out. They leapt from the rug in the hallway to the rug in the entrance hall, before quickly sneaking over to the door. Blake reached for the door, slowly so that she did not open the door too loudly and alter her mother, but it was too late for that.
“Ah, there you two are. I wondered what that noise was just before,” a familiar, motherly voice said. The couple went bolt upright and then froze.
“Uh, hi mom,” Blake said quietly, doing her best to keep her nerves under control.
“W-we were just gonna go for a nice, totally innocent walk,” Ruby added, also doing her best, but not doing as good a job of keeping her cool.
“Oh, that sounds lovely,” Kali replied, entirely sincerely. “Perhaps you would like some food first? I’m making those strawberry pancakes that you like, little Ruby.” Ruby’s eyes brightened as she turned around, a big grin on her face.
“Oh my gosh, really?”
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(Several Hours Later)
“My iron will, defeated by pancakes,” Ruby whined as she flopped onto her and Blake’s bed, cradling a belly so big and round it could probably be mistaken for a beach ball.
“It’s okay Ruby, I’d’ve done the same thing if she mentioned fish,” Blake admitted, sitting down heavily next to her, breathing slowly and shallowly as she rubbed her bloated blubbery belly. “Did you want a belly rub?” Blake offered.
“Yes please,” Ruby groaned. As soon as Blake began to rub big, slow circles on Ruby’s belly, Ruby’s belly began to feel much more comfortable and much less sore, and it felt even better when Blake leant in to place a little kiss above Ruby’s navel. “Oof, I needed that. So, uh, try again tomorrow?” Ruby asked.
“I guess. Either that, or we learn to say no to mom’s food,” Blake suggested.
“Sorry sweetie, but I’d have more luck arm wrestling an Ursa,” Ruby complained. “But yeah, tomorrow for sure. I’m just… gonna take a little nap. Wake me up when your mom makes dinner.” With that, Ruby was asleep, plotting her next escape attempt.
