This is a prequel to Yang's Desperate Escape.
See you all after the break!
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Series: RWBY
Characters: Ruby, Weiss, Blake, Yang, Kali, Pyrrha, Nora, Ilia
Contains: Weight gain, immobility, manipulation
Commission
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Ruby flopped back onto a couch, sighing as if all were right with the world. She spread her arms and legs, ignoring how her t-shirt rode up to expose the excess chub of her belly. Her eyes were closed, and a smile stretched across her chubby face.
The top of the t-shirt was drawn slightly tight across her chest. It wasn’t uncomfortably snug, but just enough so anyone could tell the shirt was too small. Ruby hadn’t discarded it yet since her chest had only grown as recently as her belly. Roughly a week ago?
Ruby hadn’t gained that much weight. Just enough for a soft belly to rest atop broad thighs (enough to stretch her favorite pajama pants), some extra plumpness to her rear, and a gentle bump to her bust and cheeks.
Weiss glanced sideways at Ruby and sighed. Her sigh was much more annoyed than Ruby’s relaxed one. “Honestly, you should at least try to compose yourself.” She walked to Ruby with a noticeable bounce in her step.
This bounce wasn’t because of elation, but was instead a physical wobble. Whereas Ruby had a noticeably softer belly, Weiss boasted additionally padded hips. Each step caused a corresponding hip to quiver like jello. This energy carried into a wide pair of butt cheeks.
Weiss’s proclivity for skirts had hidden it in the past, but she had the beginnings of a plump rear. Her mother and Winter always boasted such cheeks, but Weiss’s had grown recently. A comfortable pair of shorts hugged the broadened curves almost like a second skin.
Weiss also possessed thick thighs that bushed past each other when moving and squished together when still. These were a more unique feature and where most of her curves resided. Her chest was still relatively flat, but she did boast a pot belly smaller than Ruby’s.
“Come on, Ruby. Adjust your shirt and-“ Weiss had leaned forward to tug at Ruby’s shirt when a sudden SHRRRPP sounded. Her cheeks instantly turned pink as she looked over her shoulder. Her shorts had split down the middle.
Weiss sat beside Ruby and crossed her arms. “I liked these shorts.” She murmured, more sulking than outright angry. After all, she had just lectured Ruby about composure. She couldn’t throw a fit about shorts.
Even if they were incredibly flattering and comfortable.
“What did you expect?” Blake asked from a nearby loveseat. She lounged with a book in hand and didn’t seem keen to look away. “Those shorts were too small when you bought them. I’m surprised they lasted so long.”
Weiss scoffed. “That’s rich, coming from you.”
Blake didn’t have room to talk. Her shorts looked tighter than Weiss’s despite the faunus having smaller hips and not as bountiful a butt. She could also be faulted for her belly being fully exposed. It was incredibly soft with a noticeable wave that might eventually form a double belly. Her sides were also lined with thick love handles, so full that they could fit in the palm of her hand.
Blake realized Weiss had a point. She didn’t outwardly reveal it, but her cat ears did twitch slightly…
The only member of Team RWBY on their feet was Yang. She looked at her friends and frowned slightly. Usually, she was a shining beacon amongst the girls, but the display before her was concerning. Each was well into chubby, and their clothes struggled with their plush frames. That was its own issue. The biggest concern she had was…
They had only been at Kali’s for two weeks.
The war against Salem and her forces had reached a lull. Both sides had taken a sort of retreat, lying back to lick their wounds and recover. Team RWBY had taken refuge in Menagerie, where Kali was incredibly eager to house and feed them. It had been nice to relax and be outright doted on by Blake’s mother.
It just came at the cost of their figures. Yang was no exception either. Her belly was just as soft as her friends’, and it was quite rounded, too. Her hips were wider, and she boasted plush cheeks and plump thighs. More weight had focused on her upper body, with each of her breasts seeing a considerable increase. The casual tank top she had “thrown on” struggled to hold her chest back. Soft, supple flesh rolled over the hem and around thin straps. Each move caused them to bounce or quiver. In privacy, that was fine, but Yang was still mildly flustered. Even her arms had taken on extra pudge. So much so that they squished against the sides of her bust at times.
‘I’ve got to get these girls moving.’ Yang thought. “How about we train a little today? Some light sparring? Run some laps around the house?” She proposed as she leaned against the back of Ruby and Weiss’s couch.
“Not a chance,” Ruby replied. She didn’t adjust her position at all. She simply refused outright.
“In this heat? Yang, are you thinking clearly?” Weiss asked. She looked at Yang as if she were unwell. It was like Yang had asked her to swim in shark-infested waters.
Blake waited before she replied. She could have ignored it, but she decided that was rude. “We’re here to relax and recover. You won’t benefit from stressing yourself over training.” She said while idly scratching her belly.
“I’m not saying we need to go all out! Just to shave some pounds.” Yang protested. “Can’t you realize that we’re all getting fat-“
A figure slipped through an open doorway. “Did I hear a little fussing?” Kali Belladonna asked with a giggle. She sashayed into the lounge room with two trays in hand. One held a large pot of tea, while the other was loaded with snacks.
Kali balanced the trays like the scales of justice, and her smile was like the shining sun. Anyway you looked at Kali, she was the perfect mom and perhaps the pinnacle of beauty. She placed the snacks down before she ran a circuit on her guests.
“Remember the rules. No fighting, no fretting, and no forgetting to eat~” Kali leaned down and hugged Blake. She wrapped her arms around her daughter and squeezed, despite Blake’s awkward protests. “Oh, I’m just so happy you girls are here! Blake hardly let me spoil her last time, but you two are so sweet!” She patted Ruby and Weiss atop their heads.
Ruby giggled and nuzzled against Kali’s hand, and Weiss blushed bashfully at the affection.
“And I wish you would let me spoil you a bit more.” Kali bumped her hip against Yang and smiled. There was a brief flash of some emotion in her eyes, but it vanished before Yang could identify it. “You’re my wonderful, wonderful guests. So, please relax and enjoy your vacation.”
Kali slipped out just as quickly as she entered, leaving Team RWBY with their snacks. That was also enough time to spot Ruby, Weiss, and Blake take their first nibbles and bites. Her smile widened then before she proceeded down the hall.
Kali sighed wistfully as she returned to the kitchen. “Yes, it’s nice to have them here, but it’s difficult to make them stay.” Her smile fully vanished. “If they have it their way, then they’ll be off to fight Salem again. I can’t let that happen.” She grumbled and opened an ancient-looking recipe book.
It wasn’t a spell book, nor was there anything mysterious about it. No, it was simply a recipe book passed down for generations. Her great, great, great grandmother received it blank from her husband, and the women who inherited it had spent their entire lives refining the recipes.
This would be Kali’s weapon.
“I’m not doing anything wrong, am I?” Kali asked herself. “I just want to make sure the girls are well fed. I’m ensuring they have a happy, peaceful life here in Menagerie~” She giggled, but the sound was creepier than usual.
“I just need to pamper these girls with all the love and food I can muster. Then they won’t have to go off and fight! Nope, they’ll be right here with mama forever.” Kali looked through the pages for heartier and heavier meals. The types that would keep the girls nice and docile after eating.
How could they possibly train when they’re too stuffed to keep their eyes open?
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A few weeks later.
Yang’s eyes slowly opened. She wanted to sit up, but her body resisted the motion. “When did I lie down?” She murmured and closed her eyes again. ‘The last thing I remember was dinner. We made it to the living room, but then…’ That was where things went blank.
Yang eventually managed to keep her eyes open for her vision to clear. Faint sunlight filtered through the window blinds. “It’s morning?!” Yang exclaimed and sat up as quickly as she could.
Her bulk shifted, her belly sliding over her thighs and her breasts heaving from the rapid motion. Plump arms reached for anything to steady herself on, but there was nothing around. She might have been in the living room, but there was no longer a couch to grab onto or stand up from.
Kali had replaced most furniture with pillowy cushions. Something about saving space and not worrying about chairs collapsing beneath her guests.
That was a necessary precaution, seeing as all of Team RWBY continued to gain weight. Their bodies had softened considerably over the past weeks, easily doubling their size and then some.
Yang struggled to try to get her feet under her, but her legs had gotten bulkier. Her thighs squished and pushed against each other, but they would only yield so much. Then her butt was stuck beneath her weight. It sank into the plush cushion beneath her, flattening it partially.
“Come on…” Yang cursed under her breath as she tried to pivot onto one hip. She succeeded at the cost of landing on top of another soft body.
This was the surprisingly pillowy and rounded rump of Weiss Schnee. Even she was surprised when her rear took up the largest size of the team. Each cheek was like a flawless pillow with curves that went on and on in a smooth arc. They gradually tucked into her thighs, much larger and smoother than Yang’s, and formed their own curve. It wasn’t wrong to say most of Weiss’s weight had shifted to her waist and below.
It also meant she had taken to sleeping on her stomach. She had a sizable belly, but it was more compact and round. A plump orb affixed to her front as opposed to the more sagging bellies of her friends.
Weiss gently turned her head, but the revealed eye bore an icy glare. “What are you doing, Yang?” Weiss groaned. She didn’t try to sit up or adjust, but she was curious why Yang had landed on her butt. “Ugh, on second thought, I don’t care. Just get off me.”
Now Weiss shifted her hips. It was slight, but she was so perfectly rounded that Yang rolled right off.
“Geh…” A weaker groan sounded as Yang rolled right onto Ruby. She was asleep on her back, so Yang’s head landed on her belly.
Ruby’s stomach was larger and more rolling than Yang’s. It had a defined crease in the middle dividing the upper and lower halves. The upper half had a rounded peak and only turned flabby at the exterior. Meanwhile, the lower half was a flabby apron that splayed across Ruby’s thighs. It mostly hid her chunky legs, which were almost as large as Weiss’s.
“You know the rules, Yang. Pranks aren’t allowed during sleep hours. Shoo, shoo.” She weakly pushed her hands against Yang’s head. The entire display would be beyond adorable if Yang weren’t startled and disoriented.
“Sorry.” Yang tried to chuckle as she braced her hands against the ground. It was tough to reach around Ruby, but she managed to get one knee under her. “Here we…go!” Yang pushed off the ground and got to her feet.
Yet, when Yang stepped backward, the back of her legs hit something soft. This startled her again, and she almost lost her balance.
Yang looked over her shoulder and saw Blake lying on the ground. Her belly rose and fell with each breath. It was the largest belly on the team, rolling like Ruby’s but sagging all the way to its owner’s knees.
Yang would certainly be in for an earful if she landed full weight on Blake. So, she flapped and waved her arms to try to regain her balance. This movement caused buried muscles to burn and ample fat to bounce.
Each of Yang’s arms was burdened with fat. She had bingo wings the size of medium purses, and their flapping managed to hit her breasts. This was where Yang reigned supreme with globes of flesh nearly twice the size of her head. Each impact with her arms caused them to bounce against her extra chin, subtly pushing her backward…
Thankfully, the crisis was averted. Yang regained her balance and tiptoed out of the living room. Thinking she was in the clear, she boldly stepped out the door only to end up belly-to-belly with Pyrrha Nikos.
Pyrrha seemed startled before regaining composure. “There you are, Yang. I’d stopped by your room, but no one was there.” She peeked over the blonde’s shoulder and saw the rest of the team sleeping. “It seems I’m the only one to make it to her room last night. Are Ilia and Nora in there as well?”
Yang waved her hand. “Nah, no…I don’t think so, at least.” She sighed and gently pushed past Pyrrha, their bellies rubbing against each other.
Pyrrha looked into the room a little longer before she waddled after Yang. Despite being a late arrival, Pyrrha had caught up and partially surpassed Team RWBY in weight. She remained physically capable, despite that.
Her body was heavily loaded with fat, but also stacked as well. Her face had rounded with soft cheeks and an extra chin. Her neck thickened and melded with broad shoulders. Those sloped into pillowy arms slightly meatier than Yang’s, and breasts that had only recently surpassed the blonde’s in size. They didn’t keep the same perk, though. It was clear that Pyrrha’s chest sagged more and bounced erratically as she waddled along.
Pyrrha’s belly was neither round nor folded. It had a curve that started to tuck, only to broaden again. It had a wave to it as it hung over her thighs, but remained above her knees. It started to stack more forward at that point, being far enough in front of her to scoop up with both arms.
She had thick love handles too large to fit within her hands and broad hips that eclipsed single doorways. The lowest portion of her hips folded over and squished against her upper thighs, which themselves gradually thinned toward thick knees.
Yang had been surprised at her teammate’s gaining so much weight, but Pyrrha was a major shock. It was hard not to hide her feelings when she looked at the redhead beside her.
Pyrrha could sense that look and blushed faintly. “Ehem,” She cleared her throat awkwardly. “I was trying to step outside for some fresh air, but I’ve been having trouble.”
“I can tell,” Yang remarked, looking at Pyrrha sweating lightly despite how cool it was indoors.
“No, I- Yang’s that was very mean.” Pyrrha huffed, her cheeks puffing out adorably.
Now it was Yang who blushed. “Y-yeah, sorry about that. You were saying?”
“A lot of the doors that go outside are locked. Even some ones indoors now that I think about it.” Pyrrha rubbed her chin in thought. “I ended up circling one wing of the house for half an hour. Thankfully, Miss Belladonna brought me some refreshments, but she vanished before I could ask how to get outside.”
“She is weirdly obsessed with keeping us inside.” Yang looked at her arm. “I’m starting to get crazy pale. I think the last time I went outside was…uh.” She tried to remember when it was, but the past weeks had blurred together. It had become nearly impossible to tell what day of the week it was. “Can’t get my bearings when all I do is eat, fall asleep, wake up to eat, then fall asleep again.”
Pyrrha nodded along. She had managed to consistently sleep in her bed after dinner, but the days did start to blur together. She started to idly rub her belly as she tried to think of the date. “It was…a Friday when I arrived? Last month or the one before. What month is it now?”
The two continued to think about this before a sudden, “Good morning, girls.” Sounded behind them.
Both girls were so startled they leaped in place. Their bodies crashed back down and shook the hallway. They turned, once again brushing against each other, to see Kali standing there.
Kali had gotten slightly chubbier since the girls arrived, but she was as quiet as a mouse. “I said, good morning” She giggled and held out a tray in front of her. There were two glasses of orange juice and a stack of mini-cinnamon rolls. “I thought I heard the thumping steps of two lovely house guests. Aren’t you tired? Come, let’s find you a nice place to sit down so you can have a snack”
“Uh, actually-“ Yang was cut off. In a blink, Kali shifted the tray to one hand and stuffed a cinnamon roll past her lips. She was so shocked she didn’t realize she had been fed until two more frosting-coated treats were crammed into her cheeks.
Pyrrha was also subject to the lightning speed feeding, but she started to chew well before Yang did. It just went to show that she had fallen in line like the rest of Yang’s friends…
Once the snacks were finished, Pyrrha took one of the glasses of orange juice. She dabbed at the lingering frosting on her lips, smiled nervously, and waddled away. Yang and Kali watched as she went, both perceiving her jiggles in different ways.
Kali’s smile widened, while Yang seemed to grimace.
Either way, the two were alone.
“Well, before Pyrrha waddled off…why are so many doors locked, Kali?” Yang looked back at Kali, who quickly resumed a less conspicuous smile.
Kali tilted her head slightly to the side, and her cat ears stood tall. “I can see why you’re concerned, but it’s all perfectly reasonable.” Kali stepped closer, holding her tray toward Yang. There was still a glass of juice for her, after all. “There are some messy rooms that haven’t been used in so long, so I just keep them locked out of habit. Some of the doors aren’t locked, but they get a little stuck. The doors outside? It’s a little seal to help keep the heat out. If I unlocked it, then it’d get so stuffy in here!” Kali crept even closer.
Whenever Yang took a slight step back, Kali took a bigger one closer. It reached the point where the tray squished against Yang’s belly. The blonde had put herself in a corner and had no idea what to do.
Yang made a gamble and accepted the glass of orange juice. It seemed to be the right answer as Kali backed off. Yang earned another foot of distance when she took a sip. ‘This juice isn’t tart at all. Did she dump a cup of sugar in here?’ She thought, but still finished the glass. “You made some good points…see ya later, Misses B.” Yang decided to move through the open space. She waddled the same path as Pyrrha. Maybe she could catch up if she hurried?
Kali watched Yang waddle away and giggled. ‘Such a cute girl, but quite the fighter.’ She sighed and tapped her foot. ‘I need to refine my methods fast. That one might get away otherwise.’
Kali’s cat ears stood at high alert. She heard footsteps behind her. She turned and spotted Ilia poking around the corner.
“Kali? I thought I heard some people talking.” Ilia was mostly obscured behind the doorway, but Kali could still see the full shape of her belly. A dappled tan mound of soft fat hung over her thighs.
“Ilia!” Kali put the tray down and hurried to Ilia’s side. “Did you just wake up? You must be hungry! Come along, I have a new recipe in mind just for you!” Kali squeezed Ilia’s arm and tucked herself against the girl’s side, shamelessly rubbing the sides of their hips together as she dragged Ilia along. “What perfect timing. Thank you, sweetie~” She cooed as innocently as a saint despite all her devious intentions…
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“And that’s another recipe perfected.” Kali tapped another entry on her checklist. “Hmm, these next ones are tricky. I’ll need to focus on them before I feed them to anyone.” She murmured and put her scroll away. “You did a good job today, Ilia~” She smiled at her dedicated taste tester, who was on the verge of her latest food coma. Kali simply giggled and patted Ilia’s belly, which was an odd mixture of firm and soft.
The outer layer of fat was fully soft, but the stomach beneath was so firmly packed with food that its dense texture was detectable. Usually, Ilia’s stomach would be much more supple and bouncy in texture. That wasn’t possible after eating enough to feed twenty in a single sitting, though.
Over a month and a half has passed since Ilia became Kali’s taste tester. Their hallway encounter quickly spiraled into constant feeding. Breakfast rolled into lunch, which was packed into dinner. Late-night snacks were served almost every hour, too. That constant stream of food was more than enough to fatten Ilia to extreme degrees.
Her belly had distended at first. Then it widened and became flabby at the sides. Eventually, it began to pile upon itself like a developing mountain. Now it rested on a pile of pillows like a giant lump. It rolled out until it was at Ilia’s feet, having pushed her legs aside to make space between them. If Ilia were to stand, something likely not possible, then her belly would have stood hip-level with her. It was wide enough that two people could sit upon it, either hip-to-hip or back-to-back. It was often flabbier at the sides when not stuffed, but it was almost perfectly rounded after extensive feeding sessions.
Still, Kali continued to pat Ilia’s distended belly lovingly before she tried to stand.
“Oof! I’ve been sitting too long, my legs have gone stiff.” Kali said as she placed her hand flat atop Ilia’s stomach. She spread her fingers wide for a good grip before she pressed down. This gave her the support needed to stand.
“Not to mention feeding you girls has become quite the task. I’m not as energetic as I used to be.” Kali continued before she smiled. “But the looks on your faces and the happy rumbles of your tummies make it all worthwhile!” She giggled like a schoolgirl as she leaned forward.
Ilia’s legs retained their roll no matter how stuffed she became. From the roll of her cankles to where her hips folded over her thighs, Ilia’s legs were coated in rolls. They bunched up and squished against each other. There wasn’t enough room to share, so they all puffed outward like a giant stack of pancakes.
Her hips had a similar shape as they stretched further from her body. The tops were flat and spacious, but the furthest sides were stacked with rolls. There was too much fat, far more than should have ever come to be, and they simply lay however they could.
While her butt consisted of no rolls, it maintained the wavering texture instead of perfect smoothness. Ilia’s rump was a valuable asset as it formed a wedge between her back and the pillow-covered floor. If it weren’t a sizable mass of lumpy fat, then Ilia would be stuck on her back. Although it wouldn’t make her much more feeble than she currently was.
‘Still so cute, little lumpy butt~’ Kali thought as she looked at Ilia’s tan skin and the speckled pattern upon it.
Kali referred to it as little, but Ilia was nearly as wide as Kali was tall. Her butt rolled out with her hips and piled higher like her belly.
Ilia’s arms rested at her sides. There were ample rolls and the tops of her hips to lean on, and she was much too tired to rub her stuffed belly. Her shoulders were heavy, and her upper arms decently thick. They had grown to be wider than her thighs used to be, which was substantial for anyone other than a professional bodybuilders. Her forearms were less puffy, but still thicker than they used to be.
Something that had hardly changed over the month and a half were Ilia’s breasts. They were embarrassingly flabby. All of their support came from her belly. They had no prominent curve or enviable heft. They were just…flabby.
Though that meagerness left her face uninhibited. Her cheeks and chinks puffed and rolled together, giving her visage a rounded appearance. The corner of her mouth and the fold of her second chin were littered with crumbs and a few flecks of sauce. Kali dabbed at those with a napkin.
“Have a nice nap, and I’ll wake you when dinner is ready~” Kali waved to Ilia as she waddled out of the room. She patted the door affectionately before locking it. There was no way Ilia would get up and waddle out herself, but precautions were always in order.
Kali’s ears perked as she heard floorboards groan nearby. She looked in that direction to see Ruby and Weiss. Her heart instantly melted as she hurried over. The quick steps caused her body to bounce, her chest and hips the most noticeable. Her robe wasn’t drawn tightly enough across her belly to reveal its jiggling, but the tummy rolls were indeed mobile.
“Hello, my sweeties! What are you up to?” Kali asked as she leaned in to hug the two of them. She wrapped one arm around each of them, pulling them close enough that their bodies squished together. ‘These two are such good girls! They always clean their plates, be it snacks or meals! Blake picked such nice friends~’ She thought as she nuzzled her cheeks against theirs.
Both girls had continued to fill out as Kali administered their feedings. Ruby maintained a well-dispersed and balanced body. No one asset shone above the others, and every inch of her was packed with supple fat. Meanwhile, Weiss’s lower body further developed. Her thighs were broad enough that they could clog a doorway, and her hips were even wider. This helped contribute a full, rounded rump. That perhaps might be Weiss’s only issue. She had been unable to find any skirts to cover her adequately. Even Kali struggled to find the right fit.
‘If only I were as good with a sewing machine as I was in the kitchen.’ Kali cursed internally before she released the girls. She was about to pull back before she realized Ruby and Weiss had hugged her back. An excited smile graced her face as she felt the duo’s pudgy arms squeezing around her middle.
“Weiss and I were thinking of where to laze about this evening,” Ruby explained as she exited the hug. “I was thinking the sunroom on the right side of the manor. I wanted to watch the sunset for a bit, then I can just roll on my side if it gets too intense.” Ruby smacked her right hip, which sent a wave of jiggles through her entire butt. “An AWESOME part of being chunky is I provide my own shade!”
Weiss lingered in the hug. She had yet to admit it, but she was addicted to Kali’s maternal affection so much so that she blocked out Kali’s obvious desire to fatten her up. “I was suggesting we go to the boudoir in the west wing. It’s…closer to the kitchen.” She blushed as her stomach growled. She gently rubbed the perfectly round glob of fat only to blush brighter when Kali’s hand joined hers.
“Ooh, such tough choices! If it makes it easier, I can use the dumbwaiter to send you two some snacks!” Kali walked to a panel on the nearby wall. She lifted it to reveal a pulley system with ropes and a wooden cart. “We have those horizontal one that runs all through the manor! It doesn’t matter where you tuck yourself, my food will find you!”
“Kali is the greatest!” Ruby leaped back into Kali’s arms. Her weight almost knocked the woman over, but she paid no mind. She hugged and nuzzled against Kali with no shame. Her chubby cheeks squished against Kali’s, their chests pressed and morphed together, her belly morphed around the older woman’s, and her hip wiggles nearly dragged Kali’s feet across the carpet.
Kali didn’t mind at all. She hugged Ruby back as tightly as she could. “And you’re the cutest! Blake was never this physically affectionate, so I’ll take all the hugs you can give. That includes you, too, Weiss.”
Weiss flinched and blushed uncontrollably. She had been watching the display intently. Her fingers nervously squeezed her belly as she did. It was like she was rolling small lumps of dough, kneading them into a softer, fluffier bun. She stopped upon being called out and waddled over to hug Kali. She didn’t mind how her body squished more against Ruby’s side than Kali’s.
Kali’s household camaraderie had greatly lowered Weiss’s need for personal space. As her body grew outward, she didn’t expand her bubble. This allowed Ruby to snuggle with her, hug her, and show various small gestures of physical affection. It made it difficult to deny Ruby’s declaration of being BFFs.
The hugs gradually came to an end, and Kali sent the girls off to find their cozy spots. She ensured they were out of earshot before she thought aloud. “I need to give those two some extra attention. They’re so well behaved that I haven’t devoted much attention.” She rubbed her soft chin and hummed.
Ilia was great for testing on, thus she had grown so rapidly. Yang always kept Kali on her toes, so she had to dedicate time to ensuring doors were locked and that her jar of excuses was full. Ruby and Weiss were utter sweethearts, and that meant Kali should spoil them rotten.
“I suppose I can buy some new locks on tomorrow’s shopping trip. Seal the doors and windows from the outside.” Kali hummed louder. “Can’t let anyone see them, though. The best cage is one you can’t see.” She clicked her tongue before new thumping graced her ears.
Kali turned the corner and saw Pyrrha, or at least half of her. The redhead’s chest and belly were most of this as they tried to squeeze through her bedroom door. The thumping hadn’t been her footsteps. Instead, it was her hips bumping the wall around the doorframe. She wasn’t stuck, but she was on her way to being.
“Goodness, Pyrrha, dear? You look exhausted!” Kali hastily waddled over. She could see the sweat pouring off of Pyrrha, and her cheeks were nearly as red as her hair.
Pyrrha offered an awkward, apologetic smile. “Ah, Misses B-I mean, Kali…” Pyrrha wheezed out and braced her soft hands on the doorframe. “I was…gmff trying to go for a walk…to the kitchen…I still have plenty of food, but I was hoping for some water…”
Kali smiled and pulled a water bottle from her pocket. “Will this hold you over?” Kali asked. She handed the bottle to Pyrrha while at the same time pushing her back into her room. Her body sank into Pyrrha’s front like a spoon against jello. She didn’t seem flustered as Pyrrha’s chest squished against her neck and chin, nor how the larger girl’s belly morphed around her entire front.
Pyrrha stumbled back. Each footfall was a room-shaking thump. Even the carpet failed to dampen the sound as floorboards groaned beneath Pyrrha’s weight. “T-thank you, Kali.” Pyrrha accepted the bottle and drank from it. She still seemed flustered, however.
Kali honed in on that. “Is there something on your mind?” She asked and patted Pyrrha’s belly. Each tap sent ripples through the fat.
The former champion was another great success in Kali’s feeding. She hardly needed much probing either. Maybe some placating to keep her from trying to train or get outside, but that had been dealt with a while ago.
Which begged the question. Why was she so desperate to wiggle out of her room?
The attempts were unsuccessful mostly because of how broad her hips had become. Pyrrha was nearly as broad as she was tall, and her hips were especially flabby. Still, her fat could only compress so much. It would take extreme force and likely take the wall down before she squeezed those hips through the doorway.
Turning sideways would do little, seeing as her belly was an apron that protruded further than her arms and nearly hung to her feet. The fullness and roundness of her butt cheeks were nothing to sneeze at, either. Each cheek was as broad as a couch cushion and twice as thick. Their curves were smooth and almost perfectly rounded, leaving Pyrrha with the perfect jumbo bubble butt.
Her limbs were burdened with fat, each arm being bulbous and puffy all around, with thighs that threatened to roll over her knees fully.
Her bust was exceptional, each breast like a fluffy round melon, matching the cherubic fullness of her face.
Kali could claim plenty of credit, but this recent growth was thanks to another. Kali looked across the room and saw its second occupant, Nora Valkyrie.
Nora had arrived with Pyrrha and Ilia, but she had moved about the house the least. Her body almost filled her king-sized bed. Her body was covered in thick, heavy rolls that almost looked like pancakes. It was fitting, as that was most of what she ate. Nora was content to lounge about all day as long as Kali brought her towering stacks of pancakes. Nora’s presence actually helped Kali perfect her recipe. Now every pancake she made was perfectly golden brown and fluffy.
A diet of only pancakes had done wonders for Nora’s mental well-being. She seemed even more joyful and full of life than usual. However, her physical aptitude plummeted to rock bottom. Her belly consisted of rolls stacked upon rolls, each a veritable slab of pure fat. Her arms and legs were similarly stacked with blubber from shoulder to wrist and hip to ankle.
Her breasts were voluminous but admittedly flabby. Whereas Pyrrha had voluptuous, round breasts, Nora had broader breasts. They rested atop her belly and followed its curves, partially spilling over the sides of her belly.
Nora boasted a boxier pair of butt cheeks. They were as broad as her hips but made her remarkably stable. The fat bunched up behind her lower back and acted like a wedge. Kali had also stacked pillows upon it so Nora could lounge more easily, but the odds of Nora getting up were slim to none.
Kali smiled. ‘Nora is such a good influence on Pyrrha.’ She thought and waddled over to the possibly immobile Valkyrie. “I’ll have more pancakes ready soon~” She cooed and wrapped her arms around Nora’s broad shoulders.
“Hmm? Oh, thanks!” Nora had hardly noticed Kali’s entrance, but she spared one heavy arm to hug the woman. Her other continued to ferry pancakes into her mouth. She still had a few stacks to work through, but they’d be gone by the time Kali replenished them.
Kali waddled back to the door and Pyrrha. She smiled and playfully pinched Pyrrha’s cheek. She had to reach across the vastness of her belly and chest to do so. This meant her comparatively lithe body squished against Pyrrha’s plush and warm body, but the older woman played it off as normal.
Kali waited for Pyrrha to start waddling to her bed before she proceeded down the hall. “There’s one more pair I need to check up on.” She slowed her pace and focused on listening. Her ears twitched softly as she honed in on any small sound. Eventually, someone’s voice began to come in. Insisted, slightly desperate… “Yang.”
From one hallway, down another, and in a secluded room, Yang engaged in her umpteenth attempt to convince Blake to see reason.
“Your mom is fattening us up! I know that’s obvious, but you don’t seem to acknowledge it!” Yang said. She had nearly worn a hole in the floor with how she paced around Blake’s couch. Each step caused a dull thump to sound and jiggles to carry through her body.
Despite Yang’s efforts to resist, she was just as fat as the others. Her entire body was puffy and soft like a marshmallow, but her upper body was slightly more developed. Her breasts were full and rounded, reaching nearly as far as her arms did in front of her. Her persistent perkiness and snug clothing kept each boob admirably round. Not perfectly spherical, instead, the ideal teardrop shape sized up nearly a dozen times.
Her belly was similarly large and rounded. The support wasn’t as needed, but her gut helped prop up her chest. The fronts of softness squished together and contributed to the departure from Yang’s formerly intimidating stature. It was hard for her to give off the same energy with a supple tummy that curled over her waist. It didn’t hang as low as some of the others did, but there was enough flab to cover her lap when seated.
Yang’s arms were heavily laden with lard. Her shoulders were stacked with fat, and her bingo wings hung past her ribs. A roll of fat formed over her elbow, and her forearms were as thick as her thighs once were. Her arms were so thick that they couldn’t rest straight at her sides. They always jutted out slightly. That was something Yang was often frustrated over. She couldn’t cross her arms because of her chest, lifting them squished fat against her cheeks, and reaching or grabbing anything made them jiggle for full minutes at a time.
Her lower half was greatly marred with blubber. Still, she perhaps had the narrowest waist, excluding Kali. Her butt was thick, but its shape hardly stood out. Similarly, her thighs were thick enough to squish, but they barely garnered attention. Yang only cared that waddling was tiring, and she could hardly see where she stepped, thanks to her chest.
Despite that, Yang continued to pace. She had already tripped over herself twice and accidentally kicked the couch a dozen times.
Each thump sent vibrations through the couch and its occupant. Blake occasionally tracked Yang’s movements, but her attention couldn’t be held indefinitely. The platter of fried fish that rested atop her belly was much more enthralling.
Blake had fully encapsulated the energy of a spoiled house cat. Her belly was her greatest asset, and it had grown significantly from excess food and lack of exercise. The fat piled, rolled, and cascaded over Blake’s lap and past her knees. It had even managed to reach her feet. On the rare times she stood, it was slightly above them. This space was no greater than a slip of paper, though. The apron of fat stretched from hip to hip, where it sloped down from meaty love handles. Those love handles themselves almost linked seamlessly with Blake’s lower back fat.
Her hips had grown with her, but her love handles managed to stretch a few inches further. That left her hips mostly unseen. Still, those broad hips supported the plushness of her rear. The couch cushions beneath Blake had been pressed flatter than pancakes, but she was none the wiser. That was because her butt cheeks were much thicker and softer than any cushion she had ever sat upon. Their suppleness was all she needed. She could be seated on hard stone, and she’d hardly notice it.
Her thighs were mostly hidden beneath her gut. Their outermost curves could be seen between belly fat and couch cushions. Both were soft and pillar-like, but they failed to rival Weiss’s. Blake had stopped thinking about that months ago, though. She saw her legs simply as appendages to carry her from comfy spot to comfy spot. In rarer times, they were used to bring her to food, but that was nearly a foreign concept. Kali brought food TO Blake, not the other way around.
“Hmm…I’m almost out of tartar sauce.” Blake murmured as she licked a small amount from her fingertips. She looked over her chest and at the bowl that had contained the tangy sauce. There were faint droplets of it, but that was hardly enough for one deep-fried salmon steak.
Blake was so easily able to see this because her chest didn’t take up much of her view. Each was as large as her head, but they were also lopsided. She showed no shame about pushing her chest around if it would clear her view or they’d otherwise get in her way.
Obese or not, she was in her home. She didn’t want to wear a bra all the time.
“Blake!” Yang smacked her hands together. It was awkward, and her breasts were squished between her arms as she clapped.
“Huh?” Blake looked back at Yang. “Oh, yeah…what were you on about…er, what were you saying?” She changed her sentence toward the end. Even she could realize she was a little too curt with Yang.
Yang sighed. She wanted to cup her face in her hands, but she’d sooner stuff her cheeks in her cleavage. “I was trying to tell you to talk to your mom about everything.”
“Everything…” Blake had to think for a moment. “It is weird that she’s locking doors. I assume she’s been converting them into hobby spaces and doesn’t want me rummaging. I used to do that.” She nibbled on more fish. “As for our meals? Hmm, I think you worry too much. She’s been cooking for more people, so she’s bound to get better at cooking. It’s not too unusual for us to gain weight.” She began to scratch her belly with one hand. Her fingers traced temporary lines across her ample belly fat before it sprang back. “Speaking of.” She added, as one cat ear turned toward the doorway.
Yang spun around and saw Kali. She was so startled that she forgot how much momentum her body could hold. That quick turn couldn’t be stopped abruptly. Yang’s chest and gut continued their arc, and her feet couldn’t keep her stable. She started to fall forward, only for Kali to step in and catch her.
“Careful, sweetie~” Kali cooed. She didn’t move away and instead latched her arms around one of Yang’s. It made it look like she was hugging an oversized pillow. “Blake, I’ll be back with more tartar sauce soon. In the meantime, could I borrow Yang?”
“M’kay,” Blake murmured as she continued to eat her fish. All she really heard was more tartar sauce and soon.
Yang was aghast that Blake had forgotten her so quickly. She didn’t have much time to reel before Kali started to pull her into the hallway.
Kali didn’t hide her pouting face. “Yang, I’m beginning to think you don’t like me.” She looked at the blonde, ignoring her adorably puffy cheeks in favor of her lavender eyes.
Yang was instantly flustered and tried to look away. She still felt the amber orbs, so she slowly looked back.
“I’ve heard that your relationship with your mother is…rocky.” Kali started. She had to be careful with what she said. This topic could make or break her plan. ‘You have to ease prey into a trap.’ She thought and took a deep breath. “I’m not saying I want to replace her or otherwise erase what she’s done…or hasn’t done…Oh, this is so difficult!”
Kali let go of Yang’s arm and paced in a circle. She fiddled with the fabric of her robe and the little belly fat she had. “I always saw myself as a good mother, and Blake running off made me think of a lot of things. I wanted to try and make up for lost time now that she’s come to visit.” She smiled and held her arms wide open. “Then I saw all of you with her! I thought it would be amazing to have a house full of people to dote on, and it’s been amazing! More than that, I wanted to help you all relax. Make it like all the stress was washed away! Maybe I tried to force you, though?”
Yang didn’t take the chance to waddle away. Instead, it was she who closed the distance between them. “I’m sorry if I made you feel bad. That’s not exactly what I intended.” She rubbed the back of her head with one arm, while the other slowly reached out for Kali. “Maybe I should just chill out a bit. I think I’m the only one who’s so wound up.”
Kali stepped forward and hugged Yang. She hid her face in Yang’s shoulder fat, but a slightly sinister smile formed when Yang hugged her back. ‘I think I’ve got you~’ She giggled internally and nuzzled against Yang. “How about we both agree to be frank from now on. I’ll ease up on you, and you just try to relax a little. We’ll make it a team effort!”
“Yeah, I think that sounds good.” Yang couldn’t help but smile. This hug felt nicer than usual. She gave in to temptation and hugged Kali tighter. This brought the woman deeper into her belly fat and unintentionally sandwiched her between Yang’s breasts.
“Fantastic! Just please allow me one selfish request and cook your favorite for dinner tonight.” Kali chuckled as the hug slowly came to an end. “Do that, and I think I can convince some of the others to join us on a late-night beach walk! That’s the best time to enjoy it outside. So hot otherwise.” She fanned herself as the two shared a laugh and waddled down the hall together.
‘I think that’ll buy me enough time.’ Kali thought as she began forming her next phase of plans. ‘Ease up on her, get her guard a little lower, then she’ll be too fat to get away when I reveal my true intentions. Delightfully devious, Kali~’
‘I can chill for a week, two max.’ Yang side glanced at Kali. ‘After that, I convince the girls to head out with me. This break has been nice, but it can’t last forever.’
The two continued, not fully aware of what the other planned. It would hardly matter in the end. Yang was well into obesity, and so were the others. There was no way their bulky bodies could return to their previous states. Some were so far gone that losing weight in and of itself was a fool’s errand. Kali was still at an advantage, and she was confident that her happy home would remain so. Her houseguests were just as much her daughters as Blake was.
‘I have to admit that Yang did make this fun for me. I’ll be sure to reward her thoroughly.’ Kali tucked herself back against Yang’s side and nuzzled as close as the blonde would let her. ‘Mmm, but her desperate escape is already over~’
THE END