For Weiss's Birthday (late) I would love to see something where all of her flabby and obese friends treat her to a massive feast, something that can push her to her limits!~ Makes her gassy and groaning like a true Ice Queen should~
“Mmghp… ghirlsh… pleaaAAOUUURRPPP… dash enou-NNNMFFPH!!!”
“Nope, sorry Weiss! It’s your birthday, so you get to eat like a queen.~”
This exchange, or variations of it, had been going on for hours now. It had all started that morning, where Weiss had woken up to a loud “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” and a serving tray full of breakfast for her to have. (In bed, of course) Mountains of pancakes, waffles, other breakfast pastries... as much as she usually swore she wasn't a glutton like the rest of her team, Weiss couldn't help but feel touched and thankful to them in the moment. Who wouldn't love getting fed breakfast in bed like royalty after all?
But then... the food just kept coming. Breakfast dishes turned into brunch, which then turned into lunch... and now it was getting close to dinnertime, and Weiss was so stuffed she could barely think straight.
Her usually pale gut resembled a large yoga ball, only instead of being soft and bouncy it was rock hard and had an angry red color spread across the surface. As Ruby was doing the feeding, Blake and Yang busied themselves slowly kneading and rubbing the immense orb, which relieved some of the pressure Weiss felt. Though to her chagrin, most of this 'relief' came in the form of massive blasts of flatulence from her rear, or deep bassy belching on the rare instances her mouth wasn't completely clogged with food.
PPPPPPPPFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTT!!!!!
"BBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRPPPPPP!!!!!"
"There you go, room for dinner! Now open wide!"
