Series: RWBY
Characters: Yang
Contains: Rapid weight gain, round fats, near burst
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It had been over a year since Salem had been defeated, and the world was at peace. One thing about a peaceful world is that it gets boring. Yang had no idea Salem would take all the Grimm with her when she went down. She kept up her training for a while, but huntresses fell out of demand. This left Yang without a lot of her purpose.
So, she turned into a bit of a foodie. It was a natural solution. She already had an appetite, and tons of new restaurants popped up in this peaceful era. Weiss had also lowered her guard around her wallet, so Yang had ample funds to fuel her binges.
Today’s target was a new but popular place called Burger Hog.
Yang entered to the overpowering smell of grease. Beneath that was the smell of freshly seared burger patties and cheese. Beneath that…sweat?
Yang approached the counter and placed her order. More accurately, she put Weiss’s credit card on the counter and told the worker to keep sending burgers until the card maxed out.
It didn’t take long before a stack of burgers was placed before Yang. Each was sixteen inches apart, and they were more than eight inches tall from the bottom to the top bun. The patty accounted for four of those inches, and the cheese was one inch alone. “They don’t play around here,” Yang said in astonishment. She wasted no time in lifting the burger to her mouth and biting into it.
Grease and cheese exploded into Yang’s mouth. Despite that, she took another bite. She kept chomping until her mouth could fit no more. Her mouth worked like a conveyor belt, sucking food down while cramming more in. Each bite ran into the next, her jaw constantly working and chewing the burgers. Yang had earned a small reputation as a glutton, but this was by far the most slovenly way she’d eaten. The burger was just that good. It was like a hypnotic hold had fallen upon her. All she could do was devour the burger with all her might. She had already grabbed the second burger before swallowing the last of the first. Only a second existed between the consumption of one and the start of another.
That pace and the burger’s caloric content started the growth of a sizable pot belly. One burger was enough to fill Yang’s belly until it rolled to her knees and over the sides of her thighs. Part of it was stuffed with the sheer volume of food within, but it visibly swelled with new fat. Each of Yang’s breaths caused it to rise, and it never fully fell when she exhaled.
Yang’s growth increased exponentially from there. Each burger crammed into her belly accumulated into a larger mass, spreading fat across her body like a surging flood. The zipper over the front of her coveralls split open to expose the pink skin of her belly. Sweat had started to run over her as her body heat ramped up. She paid no attention and kept eating.
Her hips rolled across her seat, taking up a second as Yang subtly adjusted her spot. Hips rolled out in soft mounds of fat, tautly wrapped in fabric. Her belt gradually sank deeper into this fat. Some flowed beneath it, but more rolled and bulged over it as if trying to escape its confines. The seats of the chair were gradually overwhelmed with Yang’s ass. Each of her butt cheeks swelled like a balloon, but the weight of this fat gave it an incredibly soft appearance. Her clothes wrapped around each cheek like a pillowcase filled to the brim with the softest pillow ever.
Her thighs filled similarly. The fat was soft and weight, sagging and squishing against different mounds of doughy flesh. Each leg had the room to spread apart, though. Yang did this subconsciously to give her belly room between her thick legs.
Yang’s breasts bulged with renewed heft and roundness as she binged. The top of her outfit struggled against the increasingly sizable mound of fat. They already surpassed the size of her head, and they seemed capable of growing even larger. More and more cleavage and curves were exposed, but Yang paid no mind. She was too focused on her burgers. They seemed to get more delicious by the second.
Yang only noticed some curves in her peripheral view. These were her cheeks, which bulged with the amount of food in her mouth. This remained true, but some of the thickness became the fat of her cheeks. Each mouthful added subtle centimeters to her face. This came with a thick chin, too.
Perhaps some other curves she noticed were her arms. They were no longer muscular at all. The toned features were there…somewhere, but the outside was dominated by fat. Thick, doughy fat sagged from her lower arms and domed on their upper sides. Her forearms were cones of suppleness dedicated solely to stuffing Yang’s mouth with burgers. She ferried the burgers to her mouth despite how hard it became to bend. They swelled thicker and rounder into dome shapes, a shape that also began to overtake Yang’s upper arms.
Yang continued to binge more than she should have. Usually, Weiss would see the charges on her card stack up and freeze it, but that pause never came. Yang cautioned a glance at the menu board. ‘THESE THINGS ARE $2 EACH?!’ She thought, her mouth too full to speak.
This pause let Yang take in her exaggerated curves. ‘I should stop.’ She thought, only to continue eating. The burgers were too good to stop, and the staff continued to bring them. Yang just wanted to eat a few more, but those few became dozens. Her body swelled fuller and rounder like a meat-filled balloon, but she couldn’t make herself stop. She ate more and more and more without pause.
The impact of the burgers became more and more pronounced. Yang was tightly wedged into her booth as she glutted herself. Her belly pressed against the table, bulging over and beneath it. This strained her belly, which had already started to turn pink. The zipper of her outfit had already broken, revealing a vast swathe of her gut.
Yang’s stomach had grown wider and rounder. It seemed to be a gargantuan sphere affixed to her midsection. It managed to roll over her thighs and past her knees until it nearly touched the floor. It gradually swelled to be as wide as Yang’s booth. Another burger caused the right side to squish against the wall and the left to bulge into the open space. Her belly groaned and churned with a mixture of delight and protest. She wanted to eat more, but her body signaled an inevitable end.
Yang hardly acknowledged her stuffed gut, though. It was almost an out-of-sight, out of mind situation. That was because her breasts had also seen incredible growth. Each was the size of a yoga ball and more exposed than they were covered. The straps of her coveralls sank into her breasts, causing the flesh to bulge around in supple mounds. The front covered less than a bikini would have, and her tank top was drawn across the twin mounds like a minuscule rag. Sweat ran over the curves of Yang’s breasts. She had started to sweat a lot, actually…It must have been a stress reaction as well as a counter to her rising body heat.
“Just one more…” Yang mumbled as she crammed another burger into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged from fullness as well as new layers of fat. Just one cheek was wider across than her face had been before her meal. With both cheeks combined, it made Yang look like a caricature of her former self.
“These booths are way too small! I can hardly focus.” Yang groaned and tried to shift in place. This only caused the bench to groan loudly. Yang’s belly might have been broad, but that was from fullness. Her new fat readily jammed itself into her hips. These hips greedily devoured as much space as they could. Her ass was pressed flat against the cushion beneath and behind her. It flattened them and rose past the small of Yang’s back in the confined space. Blubber filled her hips and bulged like heaving sacks of jello.
Yang’s arms and legs filled like piping bags of custard. Blubber and lard buried muscles, practically subsuming them. They were useless compared to the sheer amount of fat packed around them. They bloated and distended into falsehoods. These legs could hardly stand or maintain their owner’s balance. Arms could barely bend. It was only enough to grab and drop burgers atop Yang’s chest. That way, she could slide them toward her mouth.
Some part of Yang had the sense to get up. The primal urge to move lest she burst in her seat. She stacked a few burgers on her chest before she leaned forward. The table broke, which was the only way Yang could get up. She let her momentum roll her fat ass off the seat. This allowed her to stand.
‘I’ve got to get out of here. They keep bringing burgers, and I keep eating them! I don’t think I can even handle the four I grabbed!’ Yang thought as she gnawed her way through one. She turned in the open space of her booth and felt her hips brush both sides of it. The entire space, which was meant to hold four to six people, was fully occupied by her body. She was a shameless ball of flab, almost spherical if not for her curves and folds. She was hardly like the young woman who had foolishly entered Burger Hog.
‘I’m an idiot, but damn it’s hard to completely regret this decision! Burger Hog is the best! I can’t ruin the visit by exploding!’ Yang tried to slide one foot across the ground. Her bulbous upper thigh had to battle her heavy belly. The shove didn’t help to settle her ticking time bomb of a midsection. She had to power through. She had to get out of here before she foolishly ordered more food.
That didn’t mean she wouldn’t finish the burgers atop her chest, though…
Yang teetered awkwardly. She felt the strain ripple through her body as she tried to hobble to the door. She knew she had gone too far, way too far. She knew that even as she chewed through the last burger in her mouth. She couldn’t stop herself. With each nibble, she drew more of the burger into her mouth and down her throat.
Grrrrroooooooooaaaaaannnnnnn
Creeeeeeeeeeeeeak
Yang’s eyes widened as she neared the door. ‘I’m not gonna make it. Here…I go…” Yang strained and braced before…
BANG!
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“This is why I told you to stop taking my credit card!” Weiss bellowed. “I mean, I expected more of you. That’s my fault, but still! I hope you understand how foolish you were!”
Weiss was leaning over a hospital bed where Yang was wrapped in a comical amount of bandages. She was so thoroughly wrapped up that she looked like a mummy ready to be entombed. Only her blonde hair was exposed, and it seemed to be wilted as Weiss scolded her. All Yang managed to do was sign.
Blake and Ruby were also present. The former remained quiet but thought, ‘I’m surprised it took her this long to blow up.’
Ruby seemed just as upset as Weiss.
“Why didn’t you take me with you?! I’ve wanted to go to Burger Hog since FOREVER!”
For a different reason than Weiss…
The scolding continued for some time, but Yang was secretly ready for her next binge.
‘Next time, I can totally limit myself.’ Yang thought, confident she wouldn’t explode a second time.
THE END