Finished the Yang descriptions and added the Weiss vs Emerald fight.
Next piece will likely be devoted to Blake. While chapter will finished after that and Ruby's scenes.
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Series: RWBY
Characters: Ruby, Weiss, Blake, Yang, Ren, Nora
Contains: Weight gain
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Team RWBY continued down the illuminated street with wonder in their eyes. The digital world before them was so in-depth and real that it felt no different from the physical world. Every sensation, every feeling, it was all cast in terrific detail. The group currently debated on what their first activity should be, each making a case for their chosen excursion. Their path soon lead them to a small cafe where they spotted a pair of familiar faces.
Nora Valkyrie sat at the counter and excitedly stuffed pancakes into her mouth while Lie Ren leaned against her side, a lithe hand rubbing his gluttonous partner’s belly. Ren appeared to have more traditional clothing on and Nora was dressed in an outfit similar to RWBY’s only with pink lines. While team RWBY was immobile in their dorms, Nora had plumped up over time. They didn’t know if it was due to her metabolism finally giving out or if she had been overtaken by the urge to grow massive and squishy. All they knew was she got chunkier every time she visited them. Currently, she looked a couple hundred pounds heavier than their last meeting.
Nora’s body was dominated by fat. It was nearly impossible to identify which area was more padded with blubber. Her smiling face was framed with squishy cheeks and a thick double chin. Even her neck had swelled to the point where anyone from team RWBY would barely be able to wrap both hands around it. The jumpsuit she wore was incredibly stretched but not torn in any places. Across pillow-sized bingo wings, puffy forearms, and ending snugly at her thick wrists, Nora’s entire arms were cushioned and heavy. She didn’t mind in the slightest as she simply kept stuffing her face.
From the girls’ perspective, they all got a shameless view of Nora’s back and rump. Thick fat rolls cascaded down until Nora’s booty drooped from all sides of her bar stool. Everyone was still adjusting to being small and it was surreal to see someone bigger than them again. Nora was a minor fraction of their former sizes but it was still staggering. Her butt had a boxy shape and was likely supported by her jumpsuit. More of Nora’s plush posterior hung off of the seat than what rested upon it, her hips too wide for a single stool to suffice. Yet even though Nora obviously weighed upward of five hundred pounds, the stool neither creaked nor bowed under her heft.
Nora swallowed a mouthful of pancakes and sighed contently before spinning to face her newly arrived friends. A wide smile spread across her face as she propped an arm up on the bar. “Well look who finally made it! Ren and I were wondering if your faces got too fat for the headsets. Honestly, I nearly had that issue with my big ol' cheeks!” She giggled and poked her squishy cheeks. Nora’s front was just as thick and ample as her back. Each of her breasts was near twice the side of her head and propped up by a rounded mound of a belly. No one knew if Nora was naturally gifted at being perky or if it was only her outfit keeping everything elevated. The shape of Nora’s gut wasn’t exactly a sphere, the weight compressing the upper curve flatter than the curves of the side. In the center, there was a darker circle where the fabric had drawn over her belly button. The entirety of the glob rested in Nora’s lap, her thighs wide enough to balance it upon. The thunder thighs Nora packed weren’t a surprise to anyone as they had been thick even without the valkyrie being morbidly obese.
Ren leaned backwards and into view. “When you mentioned these headsets we bought a pair as well. Jaune and Pyrrha should be here somewhere if you haven’t seen them yet.” Ren commented and smiled warmly. “It is nice to see you four again. I trust you’re all excited to be up and about?”
Ruby nodded and stepped into the grounds of the cafe. “Oh my gosh, I still can’t believe it! It’s been so long since I walked and it feels great! I even ran around a bunch…then I ran into a window.” She finished, still embarrassed at her bumble. “Aaaanyway Nora…you sure have filled out.”
“Did you get jealous of us?” Yang asked and poked at Nora’s belly, her finger sinking into the marshmallow-like mass. “Like seriously you’re way bigger than you are in real life.” She murmured and looked at the countertop. To say it was covered in pancakes was an understatement. Plates were nothing more than foundations as tall stacks of pancakes has spilled over each other until they were disorderly piles. They were all so saturated in syrup that most had lost all their shape and morphed together.
Blake nodded. “Aren’t you worried about getting too big here? I feel a virtual world doesn’t mean much if you’re too fat to move.”
“Is there anything set in place for that?” Weiss asked and stepped back from the syrupy slop that resided next to Nora.
“Pffft hahahahah! Oh, you girls worry WAY too much!” Nora laughed boisterously, her belly wobbling and bouncing as she slapped her knee with a thick palm. “You don’t have to care about getting immobile here. First off there’s some really cool places for when you ARE immobile, but there’s a really neat system if you want to slim down quickly.” Nora held her hand out in front of her before a holographic screen appeared. “Let me see, here! It’s just called the Save System. One little tap and bam!” Nora’s fat finger touched a skinny photo of herself. Within a second, Nora’s body was as slim as a rail. “Pretty neat huh?”
“You automatically get a save when you enter,” Ren added. “It’s just called a default and you’ll always have it. As you go on you can make new saves and keep them stored. Just think of opening the menu, hold your hand out, and it’s all there.” He held his hand out and made the screen appear just as Nora did.
“AND NOW I’M SQUISHY AGAIN! BAAAAM!” Nora cheered as she pressed the screen and returned to her former flabby state. “Ehehe I like this as a default shape even more! You four want to pull up a seat and get to work?” She asked and slapped the barstool beside her.
Ruby exclaimed, “YES!” As she stepped forward before Yang grabbed her shoulder. “Hey, what gives? I bet they have cookies here!”
Yang shook her head. “I won rock, paper, scissors so we’re going to an arcade shooter first. We can grab a bite to eat later, ok?” She said and looped an arm around Ruby’s. The team said their goodbyes to Ren and Nora before they went on their way. A short walk led them to Yang’s chosen destination.
A large neon sign illuminated the front of the establishment, big fancy letters reading “Weight Warriors!” Windows were decorated with drawings of people rushing around shooting colorful lasers at each other or clashing with glowing swords. This stirred excitement in the entire group as they prepared to barge in determinedly. Yet near the door there was a cardboard standup with bold wording that caught their eyes.
WARNING!
THE FOLLOWING GAME IS RATED TO CONTAIN EXPANSION ELEMENTS
YOU GET HIT! YOU GET FAT!
Weight Warriors reminds guests to create a new or revert to a previous save file before participating for the best experience!
The sign was decorated with two little mascots, a Chibi girl in red and another in blue. The group stared at the panel as it showed both smiling. Suddenly the pictures began to move as the girl in blue shot the one in red. One cartoonish laser caused the girl in red to grow fatter while the barrage of lights to follow bloated her until she was immobilized. After another second the gif reset and replayed.
“Well,” Yang murmured and scratched the back of her head. “I mean I’m still down for this one.”
Ruby nodded. “Yeah, seems cool. I mean even if we do get hit once or twice, we’re awesome enough to pull off a win.” She crossed her arms and smirked confidently before she and Yang shared a glance, smiled like a pair of dorks, and rushed in.
“Hmm well, Yang wanted to come.” Blake shrugged, not wanting to reject her partner’s idea. “Plus I feel Ruby has a point. We haven’t moved in a while but that doesn’t mean we’ve forgotten all of our moves.”
“I think you’re right.” Weiss stepped inside with Blake, thanking her for holding the door. “I am quite confident we will win with minor weight added if any.” The heiress felt a rush of pride fill her head as she reunited with her team.
“HELLO AND WELCOME!” A voice filled the room. “Thank you for choosing Weight Warriors as your go-to place for flabby fighting fun! Please select your weapons and proceed to the next room! Your regulation gear will be equipped once you proceed!” As the voice continued, a wall opened to reveal a plethora of weapons ranging from firearms to melee weapons with glowing edges.
Yang and Ruby were the first to gather around. Ruby picked up a high-impact sniper rifle and affixed a bayonet to the end. It was a far cry from her beloved Crescent Rose but she was more than confident in her accuracy. Her mobility though? Being an immobile blob since Christmas did put a teeny tiny bit of doubt in her. Just a little.
The older sister cracked her knuckles and grinned as she grabbed the best toys. A remote guided rocket launcher with heat-seeking and manual targeting modes, a light machine gun modeled after an old war weapon (she did admittedly kick the bipod off), an auto shotgun with explosive shells, and a belt of fragmentation grenades to round it all out. Seeing as this was an arcade shooter, Yang was going for the high score.
Weiss watched with a skeptical glare. “Ruby is setting herself up to only be useful at long range and we don’t even know the terrain we’ll have. Then Yang…where do I begin? She might be good for establishing cover fire, but how is she going to move while carrying all that gear?” Weiss asked, assuming Blake was listening.
She was half listening at least. Blake focused on keeping her load out small. A glowing short sword for her off-hand and a one-handed submachine gun for her dominant. Seeing as the firearm attached to her hip magnetically, Blake also selected a Sig P226 with an extended magazine as Yang approached her.
“Psst,” Yang whispered and nudged Blake with her elbow. “Blakey, you think there’s friendly fire?” She asked and glanced at Weiss.
Blake’s eyes tracked a similar pattern before she and Yang both looked at the ninja’s glowing sword. They looked each other in the eye again before Blake outstretched her left arm. The glowing blade of her sword hummed quietly as it grew closer and closer to the small of Weiss’s back before it gently touched her.
Weiss cried out in surprise as her belly suddenly lurched forward until it was as big and round as a basketball. “BLAKE!”
“Yes,” Blake replied to Yang.
“Attention team 1!” The automated voice sounded again. “Your randomly selected opponents are ready! Please proceed to the next room!”
“But wait, I need to use the save system first!” Weiss replied as she nervously groped and fondled her belly, the orb offering a plump and squishy texture.
“Too late!” The automaton replied as an invisible force pushed the four girls towards the next room. Weiss barely even managed to select a rapier and the first assault rifle she could get her hands on before they were pushed past the threshold.
As the group entered the next room, they were equipped with light combat gear. What appeared to be tactical vests, pants, and boots appeared over their basic outfits. It was like the stereotypical soldier garb, not fully regulation, but enough to give the idea.
“Announcing Teams! Team 1: Ruby Rolls, Weiss Schneeds a Diet, Blake Bellydonna, and Yang Xiao Lard vs Team 2: Ignis Virgo, StolenAccount, and Xx_IceScream_xX. You have one minute to prepare!”
“What are those names?!” Weiss exclaimed and glared at Ruby and Yang.
“I thought mine would be about my butt…” Blake murmured under her breath.
Yang shrugged. “You made us set up the accounts. I retain the right to come up with funny names.” She crossed her arms defensively.
Blake ignored the names for her team. “Did you notice we’re only against three people? Is that fair?”
“Maybe they’re super good? Not as good as us, but still.” Ruby readied her weapons and watched a digital countdown on the ceiling. “Either way, let’s aim for a win, Team RWBY!”
The girls all looked at each other. They smiled confidently and readied themselves. The counter grew lower and lower until it hit 0.
“BEGIN!”
The terrain began to shift. Pillars and platforms emerged. Each was blocky and neon colored, following the digital theme of the city outside. Team RWBY was positioned behind a large block three feet taller than them. They had no visual of their opponents yet, but that just meant they had the momentum to seize!
Ruby grinned. “I’ll get a better vantage point and spot them!” She moved to the edge of the block and prepared her semblance. However, she felt flat on her face when she tried to rush forward. “GAH, pull me back, pull me back, pull me back!” She squeaked before an arrow struck her in the back. “YEOUCH!”
Blake and Weiss grabbed Ruby by her legs and pulled her back before three more arrows hit the spot she previously occupied.
“Semblances are not allowed in the game zone! Please search for special abilities instead!” The automated voice sounded.
“Wish I knew that.” Ruby rolled over to a seated position. Her belly now filled her lap, representing the damage she took from the arrow. “The arrow didn’t hurt, but ugh, it felt weird. Like all vibratey and pokey.”
Weiss rolled her eyes. “Enough of that. The enemy knows our position, so what are WE going to do?” She put her hands on her hips and cocked an eyebrow. The whole pose was slightly thrown off by the sizable paunch of her belly, but the point was valid.
Yang hoisted her light machine gun. “I can provide cover fire if one of you makes a run for it. Blake?” She looked to the most agile of the team. It made sense for her to rush out if Ruby couldn’t use her semblance.
Blake looked around and noticed some reflective materials on the walls and other pillars. “Yes, I can find a way to higher ground. Maybe I can dash between cover and try to flank the other team? While I’m doing that, Yang can provide cover fire. Ruby, try to follow me. Weiss, you can launch a precision strike on anyone we flush out.”
The team stared at Blake. She wasn’t the quiet type, but she was certainly more reserved. To hear her extrapolate this plan was surprising.
“Jeez, just take my role as leader, why don’t ya?” Ruby pouted. She stood up before anyone comforted her, though. “Just kidding! Let’s do this!”
Thus, the team’s offense began. Blake bolted from the right side of the block. She had already scrambled up a slanted pillar before arrows flew in her direction. Yang ran the opposite way and started firing in that direction. She couldn’t see the person firing the arrows, but they all came from the same direction.
Yang was prepared to continue firing or advance her position before a blur leaped from behind another pillar. She spotted tricolored hair and felt a flash of recognition. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” She exclaimed as Neo landed in front of her.
The mute smiled and waved exaggeratedly at Yang. She had a straight sword in her hand, but seemingly no other weapons. There was also no cover between her and Yang, so she seemed helpless. Too helpless.
Yang backed up, keeping her weapon trained on Neo. ‘I might not be tactically inclined like Ruby, but I know a trap when I see one.’ She thought before she spotted it. One tile on the floor looked slightly off. Quickly, she drew her shotgun and fired at the spot. It exploded in a cloud of pink mist that swallowed the area.
Weiss watched this and made a quick decision. She readied her rapier and charged toward the cloud. It was quickly dissipating, but she couldn’t see Yang or Neo yet. She shifted her rifle to her off hand. She’d be able to fire a few shots if she needed to.
A shadow flitted above Weiss before she quickly moved aside. Emerald landed a second later, burying a hatchet in that very spot. Emerald didn’t waste a second and lifted an automatic pistol. It rapidly fired as Weiss ran behind cover.
“A sneak attack? How uncouth.” Weiss rolled her eyes. She used the blade of her rapier like a mirror. It was clear Emerald’s pistol had an extended magazine. It was the style that had two drum shapes on both sides. ‘No need to reload, but that will hamper mobility. Even in this digital setting, our weapons have weight.’ Weiss grinned. She could handle this.
Emerald sighed. “Well, excuse me, princess.” She walked in an arc, slowly circling the pillar. She was ready for Weiss, no matter what angle the heiress came from.
The angle was upward. Weiss leaped into the air, twirling as her body passed an overhead light. Emerald could look up, but she couldn’t clearly see. Weiss’s rifle fired rapidly, each bullet sounding with a crack.
Emerald began to stride backward, but she took a few hits. Her body buzzed and swelled with fat. First her belly, then her hips and thighs. She raised her pistol to fire back, but her shots failed to hit.
Ruby watched from the side. She wanted to assist, but it felt unsporting. “Jeez, that’s so cool. I forgot we could do that.” She murmured and climbed one of the pillars. She watched Blake dash into a more clustered area of pillars. “Hopefully, Blake can flush that archer out.” Ruby looked through her scope before the barrel of her sniper was thrown upward. An arrow had perfectly struck it, and the force nearly ripped the weapon from Ruby’s hands.
More arrows quickly followed, one nicking her hand. Ruby clutched the momentarily buzzed appendage as she fell back onto a softer butt. “WHY IS SHE AFTER ME! Come on, let me do some cool stuff before getting immobile again!”
Blake slipped between the tight pillars. She wasn’t as much of a diversion as she had expected, but she could work with this. ‘Hopefully, I’m not the one walking into a trap. Just one hit could wedge me in here.’ She thought and moved further through the pillars. Her ears twitched as she heard the pull and release of a bow string. She was close to whoever the archer was.
That was when Blake saw a hint of red fabric. The archer was distracted and firing in Ruby’s direction. Blake lowered her body and thrust her sword outward. It was just about to strike true before the figure spun around. They knocked the blade aside and drew back an arrow. Blake had no time to react before she was struck. She felt her body swell with fat and the pillars squeeze around her. She looked at Cinder Fall, who simply grinned and knocked a second arrow.
Blake had no choice but to squeeze back the way she came. It was more difficult with her flabby belly, and her hips got stuck multiple times. She kept her head low as arrows ricocheted around her. Some managed to barely knock her. These brought minimal weight, but that still slowed her down. Blake had to work harder to squeeze and wriggle through. Each setback caused her to hit again, which caused her to gain more weight, which made it harder to escape. She already looked to be over three hundred pounds, and she was worried she might end up like her real body again.
Meanwhile, Yang seemed on track to gaining her old body as well. Neo managed to dodge all of her shots. She would then dash in and jab at Yang with her sword. Each pierce caused the blonde’s body to swell like rising dough. Her belly already sagged down to her knees, and the dome of it stretched as far as her arms could reach. Her breasts were larger than her head and bounced uncontrollably as she tried to keep up with Neo. Lifting her weapons became harder by the second as her arms were swallowed in sheaths of blubbery adipose.
“Dammit, I’m really shaping into a dough ball.” Yang cursed before a loud THWAP sounded. Neo had come by for an attack, only to feint and smack Yang’s butt. Yang felt her expanded cheeks wobble from the slap. They were boxier in shape, broad thanks to her widened hips. Not exceptionally round nor flabby. Just a fat, wide ass.
Yang tried to spin and gun Neo down, but her thighs weren’t up to the task. They were uniformly thick from hip to knee, hardly thinned from one joint to the other. Even her calves and shins were bloated and ill-suited for mobility.
“You’re such a pain in the ass!” Yang groaned as she finally turned. She paused as she noticed Neo standing there. The mute girl swirled her sword about, but it wasn’t a readied stance. There was also a strange jingling noise. Yang squinted and noticed a series of rings around the blade.
“Uh oh…” Yang’s eyes widened as she looked down. The pins of her grenades had been pulled. She looked at Neo one last time. The girl pantomimed laughter before she plugged her ears. “Dammit.” Yang sighed before the grenades exploded.
There was a loud bang and a smoke cloud. The obscurant slowly dissipated to reveal a pile of fat in its place. Yang had been rapidly returned to a size much like her real-life body. She was dazed from the rapid expansion, and she couldn’t stop her body from jiggling. The sensory change from being obese to fully immobile had her too rattled to recover.
Yang was undoubtedly immobile. There was no way for her to move her body or even lift her arms. Even if the game allowed her to move despite her weight limit, Yang was unsure she could get her legs under her.
Thankfully, Yang’s hips were wide enough to support a seated position. The combined width of her cheeks exceeded three times her height. From the lowest to highest curve of her butt cheeks was rose to Yang’s former standing chest level. Her seated height was further boosted by the sheer mass of her ass and thighs. At least it was mattress-level soft for Yang to lean back against. Her shoulders were so stacked with fat that they were incredibly heavy. Yang didn’t have the strength to lean forward or support their weight, so she sank back into her blubbery backside.
Yang’s arms were immobile, held down by the weight of her shoulders as well as fully ensheathed in upper and lower arm fat. There was little for them to do anyways. She couldn’t reach forward because her chest rose in front of them, and the upper curves of her butt were behind them. Any slight shift just squished against her rounded cheeks, proving annoying for the immobile girl.
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Her breasts had gained immense size. They spread across the top of her belly as a pair of queen mattress-sized lumps. Their curves were exceedingly broad, but not to pancake-like proportions. It was clear that Yang’s chest wasn’t abounding in voluptuousness, though. Each boob was too heavy to have teardrop curves or perkiness. They were about as thick as two mattresses stacked together, and all of that was soft fat. Just Yang’s breathing made them idly jiggle.
All support for Yang’s breasts came from her belly. Thankfully, it rolled out far enough to support most of her chest, but it followed the curves of her belly. That meant the outside of her breasts appeared flabby on the downward slope. Still, that slope was more than two times Yang’s arm length. The furthest point of her gut was even further than that. This point formed a dome of fat that tucked under itself to a deep crease. That was where Yang’s belly button had been buried, and the lower roll of her belly squished against the ground. This lower roll stood at knee-height, and it acted as a foothold for a smug little mute.
Neo easily hoisted herself atop Yang’s belly. She jauntily crossed the expanse of fat and seemed to enjoy digging her heels in as she went. Yang’s annoyed grunts were music to her ears, and she danced to the tune. She only stopped when she stood in Yang’s cleavage. There she could look at the blonde’s fat-encased face.
Yang’s cheeks had grown as large as her face, lying atop a ring of neck fat and melding together with a row of chins. It was an adorably puffy face marked with an agitated expression.
“Sho you ga me…big whoop.” Yang slurred as she glared at Neo.
Neo grinned. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a gaudy little revolver.
Yang’s eyes widened slightly. ‘Oh come on! She already knocked me out, does she really plan to-“
Neo shot herself in the stomach.
“Wha tha?!” Yang gasped.
Neo winced slightly, but recovered by the time she stopped growing. The one shot caused her hips to double in width. This was accompanied by a round pair of butt cheeks, each as thick and fluffy as a throw pillow.
Neo sat on Yang’s face and idly kicked her legs. She had dealt with her target, so she planned to watch the rest of the match. Why not do that from a comfortable seat?
Neo’s spot gave her the perfect view of Weiss’s fight.
Emerald and Weiss were close enough to exchange blows with their melee weapons. Emerald’s hatchet was thick and heavy, so it was able to knock Weiss’s slender blade aside. Though that was only when Emerald could land a solid hit. More often than not, Weiss redirected the axe with elegant swordplay.
Weiss knew swinging was foolish. Instead, she thrust the sword. This allowed her to bypass the axe blade and knick Emerald’s fingers. Each cut was small, so Emerald only gained a few pounds. It made Emerald jumpy, though. Weiss could often push her opponent back by getting near her fingers. Weiss would close the distance and get a stronger stab at Emerald’s core and thighs. That became easier each time as there was more belly and thigh fat to aim for.
Emerald already looked sufficiently chunky. Her belly folded over her waistband and reached her upper thighs. Each thigh had doubled in thickness and squished together. All of this jiggled and faintly threw off Emerald’s balance. Those small shifts and the extra energy to move were what Weiss depended on.
Weiss couldn’t be cocky, though. If Emerald put distance between them and maintained it? She would only need a second to unload her pistol in Weiss. The rapid shots would turn the tables and leave Weiss scrambling.
‘As if that will happen!’ Weiss grinned. Perhaps she could be a little cocky. After all, she only had a soft curve of a tummy to deal with. Most of that was from Blake testing friendly fire. Her thighs brushed against each other, which distracted her slightly, though.
The fight continued as such. Emerald’s body thickened further. Her belly reached the middle of her thighs and wobbled with every move. Her thighs had begun to force her into a wider stance, which made it harder to lunge forward or back.
Her breasts hadn’t gotten much larger, but the snugness of her top was an extra distraction. Thankfully, it kept her chest steady. She couldn’t afford to have breasts almost the size of her head bouncing about. Her arms had also started to pack on bingo wings. Every swing of her axe took more energy, and her pistol felt heavier by the second.
Emerald had to make a decisive move. She shoved herself back, and she knew Weiss would move to fill the gap. She could already see the heiress’s sword lunging toward her belly. Her retaliation was a broad upward swing. Her axe moved from her left hip up to the right.
Weiss quickly adjusted her strike. The blade now moved for Emerald’s hand. This made Emerald flinch, and the hatchet flew from her hand. She started to stumble and fall back, so she leveled her pistol at Weiss, only for it to be batted away.
‘You’re finished!’ Weiss thought before a strong buzzing radiated through her abdomen. It was like she had blinked and had been hit.
It had all been a trick. The desperate strike so Weiss could easily disarm her right hand. The shift with the pistol so her attention would turn to her left hand. It was all so Emerald could reach behind her unimpeded.
Emerald had seized a second hatchet secured at her lower back, she used the new thickness of her butt to soften her landing, then she was able to shift her moment, twirl, and strike Weiss’s stomach.
It was a powerful blow and left Weiss reeling. She felt her belly lurch forward until it was almost to her knees. Her hips expanded, and her butt and thighs thickened. The drastic increase in her lower body made her stumble and drop her guard.
Emerald had used classic misdirection to take control. She slashed Weiss three more times before dashing for her pistol. She leveled it at the heiress and opened fire.
Weiss’s entire body buzzed from the simulated hits. Fat bulged and swelled all across her body as her slender form was erased. Each second made her appear closer to her true state outside the VR game. Her belly smacked against the ground, and her thighs grew too wide to stand. She fell back on a padded rump as more fat rushed over her like a tidal wave.
Immobility came in seconds as her belly stretched past her feet, and her hips became as broad as her height. Fat stacked higher, making this seated position permanent. Her butt swelled fast enough to act like a wedge in her lower back. It pressed against bunched-up back fat and prevented her from rolling backward. It was a small solace as her weight would be just as oppressive in any position.
Weiss’s belly remained smooth as it grew. Even when it became taller than her and took up as much space as an SUV. There were no rolls to be found. Even her belly button was an adorable little divot in the center.
That was the only smooth place, though. Weiss’s legs were a mosaic of rolls. Multiple formed across her thighs, and one folded over her knees. Her lower legs were a similar stack reminiscent of pancakes piled on a plate. The lowest roll was as round as a manhole cover and nearly swallowed up comparatively dainty feet.
Weiss’s hips supported a stack of rolls ranging from slab-like love handles that poured outward to lumps capable of fitting in one’s hand. Those rolls were accompanied by similar flabby back fat, but most of those were hidden by the rising curves of Weiss’s butt.
Her arms were engorged with bingo wings. They squished against her side rolls and forced her hands away from her body. That gave a perfect view of how the fat rolled past her elbows and toward bulbous wrists. Fat continued into puffy hands with sausage fingers, which seemed thick enough to make forming a fist impossible.
Weiss’s breasts had developed into pancake-shaped rolls that were barely large enough to roll over themselves. These were like pillows filled with down feathers that had been pressed flat. No fluffiness remained in them, and all their support was from Weiss’s belly.
Massive jowls had developed on her face, hanging heavily and sandwiching knob-shaped shins between them. Everything was enwreathed by neck fat the size of a bus tire.
Emerald chuckled at the sight. “For someone so high and mighty, you look like a mess.” She nudged Weiss’s belly with her foot. “That giant belly is as smooth as marble, but everything else is covered in rolls. Hey, do you think your portrait would ignore those? They’d keep your size, but smooth everything out?”
Weiss ignored the provocation. She knew her voice would slur if she spoke, and that was a shame she’d rather not invite. Instead, she would sulk in silence. Emerald would get bored eventually…she hoped.
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