Series: RWBY
Characters: Pyrrha, Cinder
Contains: Force feeding, near burst
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The battle across Beacon had already raged for hours, but it seemed like the dawn was nowhere in sight. Amongst the skirmishes and destruction stood Beacon’s tower. The top had already been blown away as Pyrrha Nikos engaged with Cinder Fall.
The fight had started as a standard affair, Cinder using the Fall Maiden’s power to try and overwhelm Pyrrha…only for it to be revealed that Pyrrha had earlier obtained a portion of the power for herself. It wasn’t as much as Cinder’s, but Pyrrha wielded it expertly.
At one point, the fight changed. Weapons were cast aside, and magic was fully relied on. Perhaps it was Pyrrha’s subconscious hunger from missing dinner that caused it, but her maiden power summoned a large mass of swirling ramen noodles. Before she could discover why she summoned food, it had stuffed itself down Cinder’s throat. The noodles coiled and writhed like snakes, sliding past Cinder’s lips and down to her belly.
Cinder’s eyes were wide with surprise and fury as she couldn’t manage to bite through the noodles. She felt her stomach swell from the sheer mass of food. The noodles were several feet long and still flowing. Worst of all, her stomach began to soften rapidly. The bulge of fullness was still there, but soft fat began to fill around her stomach. Her hips subtly widened, her thighs thickened, more fat clung to her arms, and even her cheeks began to curve out more.
“I don’t know why I’m doing this, but I can’t think of a reason to stop…” Pyrrha focused the maiden powers, and the noodles thickened as well as fed themselves to Cinder more rapidly. ‘Cinder can’t hurt anyone if she’s too fat to move.’ Pyrrha thought and tried to further focus her powers.
‘What is this idiot doing?! Does she think ruining my figure will save Beacon?!’ Cinder thought and narrowed her eyes. The corners of her lips tugged into a smile. ‘Two can play that game, only I won’t stop until you explode!’ Cinder lifted her hands and began to summon her own food.
A large pizza, dripping with grease, cheese, and sauce materialized from nothing. It rolled itself into a burrito-like shape and started to cram itself into Pyrrha’s mouth. Pyrrha was surprised but unable to stop it. The food managed to wriggle past her lips, and her teeth couldn’t stop it. The entire pizza pushed itself down her throat and into her stomach.
“Ough…” Pyrrha groaned and looked at her stomach. It looked like she had swallowed a basketball. She felt the intense fullness as well as the gradual softening across her body. “I suppose it makes sense. Food made with magic is full of energy.” She tried to laugh nervously.
Pyrrha held the advantage. The ramen she summoned was constant. She could fill Cinder much faster.
Or so she thought. Cinder had much more power to boast. She summoned an entire buffet’s worth of food in the blink of an eye. More pizzas, burgers, chicken breasts, sausages, a medley of seafood, and an indistinguishable horde of appetizers swirled menacingly. They all surged forward and stuffed themselves into Pyrrha.
Pyrrha’s cheeks bulged with food as it fought to fit down her throat. Her stomach tripled in size before it was overtaken in rapidly developing fat. Her focus faltered, and she stopped summoning ramen. Her fingers twitched in the air as they thickened with pudge that followed over her hands and to her wrists. Up her arms grew softer and rounder, her upper arms building thick bingo wings that sagged like heavy bags. They were nothing like her arms should be…
Pyrrha’s eyes trailed down. She could see her swollen cheeks in her peripheral view, and a thick extra chin developed beneath her jaw. Below that…were her breasts? Her chest plate shook with strain as it held back globs of fat larger than her head. They swelled by the second before the chest plate burst. Pyrrha’s breasts flopped freely atop a developed shelf of her belly before they sloped to the side. The center of her stomach was still firm and round, packed tightly with food. Flab continued to build around it and sagged over her waistline. This was the shape she would maintain. It would only grow larger unless Pyrrha could stop Cinder.
‘I won’t let her beat me.’ Pyrrha thought and widened her stance. She focused her aura despite the onslaught of food. She lifted her heavy arms and gestured toward Cinder. Perhaps she should give Cinder her just desserts?
Cake, pie, pastries, and danishes materialized in the air. It took time, but the number rivaled what Cinder summoned. Pyrrha willed the food to strike, and it rushed at Cinder.
Cinder had been distracted by her seeming victory. She was surprised to find her cheek stuffed with sweets before her belly was filled again. Even as solid food, Cinder was somehow fed more rapidly than the earlier ramen. Her body lurched forward in a wave of fat. Her dress tore around her bloated midsection and the blubber that sagged around it. Like with Pyrrha, her belly had a rounded center with fat sagging beneath it. Her arms bloated and swelled with fat, but they were more rounded than Pyrrha’s. Pyrrha had developed sagging bingo wings, whereas Cinder’s arms were encased in an even cylinder of lump fat.
Cinder’s cheeks swelled, and she developed a thick extra chin. It didn’t diminish her beauty, but it severely damaged her intimidation. How could anyone be afraid of a woman with a face as round as a dinner plate?
Cinder tried to widen her stance to counter the weight of her front. Her belly sagged over the front of her thighs and would soon reach her knees. Her breasts were larger than her head and had almost torn free from her dress.
The forward weight suddenly tugged less at Cinder. She didn’t know, but this was because her butt thickened considerably. Each cheek filled out behind her, capitalizing on her widened hips. All Cinder knew was that her panties felt increasingly tight.
Both women continued to stuff each other. Their cheeks burned in embarrassment and shame as their bodies were ruined. They tried to focus on how helpless they were making the other, but it was impossible to ignore their own states. Their clothing was almost entirely gone at this point. Strips of Cinder’s dress had gotten stuck between her rolls, and a line of fabric covered part of her breasts. Her nipples were still revealed, though… Pyrrha only had her sash because it had gotten stuck between fat rolls and her hips. It hardly covered anything. Instead, it snaked its way in and out of folds, gradually becoming soaked in sweat.
Using so much magical power was exhausting. That, combined with the physical strength it took to stand. Both women could feel sweat run over their enlarged curves. Neither relented, though. If Pyrrha stopped, then Cinder would make good on her promise and feed the invincible girl until she burst. If Cinder stopped, then Pyrrha would fatten her to immobility so she could be hauled off to jail.
It would hardly matter if both stopped now. They were already well into morbid obesity. Any fight to follow wouldn’t be possible. The best they could do was waddle toward each other angrily. They would flop down from exhaustion well before their bellies could touch.
Cinder’s body continued to fill out into a bottom-heavy shape. Compared to Pyrrha, at least. Her legs were bloated and thick with thighs nearly three times as wide as her former waistline. They were thick and barrel-like with fat rolling to her knees. Beneath her knees was a slightly smaller barrel shape. Her calves and shins bloated into a dense cylinder that flowed over her ankles until they touched the ground.
Her hips broadened to an even grander scale and sagged under their weight. Cinder would be lucky if she could squeeze these hips into a couch after she escaped. A two-person couch was out of the question, but a three-person one could still give some room to adjust. This was ignoring whether it would hold her weight or crumble the second she sat down. Her ass alone had individual cheeks heavier than her entire bodyweight. Their curves broadened at the top and bottom, curving at the sides, and sagging nearly to her knees.
Pyrrha also boasted thick legs and a fat ass, but her lower body was noticeably smaller. It also had a flabbier shape. Her hips rolled over her upper thighs, her thighs rolled over her knees, and only the inside fold of her cankles could touch the ground. Her hips were slightly more narrow, and her ass was much flabbier. Cinder still had round cheeks, but Pyrrha had lumpy saddlebags.
Pyrrha made up for that lacking with a heavy upper body. By this point, her belly touched the ground in front of her and rolled more than three times her arm’s length in front of her. Fat piled atop itself so the peak of her gut rose to chest level. That highest point was a taut dome stuffed with food. The base was softer and developed more flab. It continued to grow thicker and softer, but the central dome always remained taut.
Her breasts were pushed off to the side of this central dome. Each boob had become impossibly engorged, clearly taking all the calories and padding meant for her ass. If it weren’t for Pyrrha’s belly stabilizing her, the weight of these would drag her to the ground. Still, something as simple as adjusting her shoulders was difficult. The bare globs of fat jiggled as Pyrrha tried to focus her magic. One twitch of her body would make them wobble and quake as if there were an earthquake.
Cinder’s belly also touched the ground, but it didn’t reach as far as Pyrrha’s. The shape was subtly different, too. It had the stuffed dome in the center with the hanging flab beneath it, but their curves weren’t as sharp as Pyrrha’s.
Cinder’s breasts didn’t hang or protrude as much as Pyrrha’s. They were much closer to a spherical shape than heavy teardrops, but there was a secret to this. Cinder’s broader hips propped up her love handles, which then rose enough to support her bust. It didn’t make up for the size discrepancy, but it did give the illusion of being perky.
Both women struggled to keep their arms aloft. The four weary limbs had all further piled on fat. Pyrrha’s bingo wings hung lower than her ribs, and Cinder’s had matched the thickness of her lower legs. They were caricatures of arms, feeble and weak. They would be useless accessories without maiden magic.
Cinder and Pyrrha locked eyes with each other. There was little else to look at as their cheeks puffed and swelled. They acted like blinders on a horse, focusing their vision right in front of them. They could see the frustration, anger, and hints of fear in each other.
‘Her cheeks are so thick…they’re nearly above her eyes.’ Pyrrha thought and looked at how Cinder’s cheek fat squished against her sandbag-like shoulders. ‘Is that what my face looks like? Does my chin roll that far in front of me?’
‘Ugh, look at her. She should be the only one this fat and pathetic!’ Cinder growled. ‘Look at how round her face has become! It’s nearly as wide as a barstool! Ugh, and her neck. I want to strangle her, but I’d never get my hands around that thick glob!’
The fight dragged on and on and on. Each woman eventually had to drop to the ground. Their bodies were too heavy to stand a second longer. They forced more food into each other, desperate for the other to surrender.
‘So full…can’t let her burst me.’ Pyrrha thought as she struggled to keep her eyes open. A food coma was rapidly approaching, but falling asleep would spell her doom.
‘She can’t…no, is she trying to make me burst, too?’ Cinder huffed through her nose. She was so full that breathing was a struggle. ‘The textbook definition of a good girl…there’s no way she has what it takes…but she won’t stop.’ She groaned and tried to squeeze out more magic. It was no use, though. Cinder’s powers were nearly tapped out.
The next few minutes passed with agonizing slowness. Aura fatigue began to set in and melded with Pyrrha and Cinder’s immense physical strain. They tried to use the last of their lingering maiden powers. It was equivalent to wringing the few remaining drops of moisture from a rag or sponge. Twisting and squeezing the ethereal force as all too real food pushed down their throats.
Skin continued to stretch, more fat piled upon itself, additional rolls shaped and sagged, and limbs were further buried in blubber. Neither could even lift their arms at this point. Their fat fingers twitched as they tried to hold out until…
It suddenly stopped. A few sparks crackled in the air before they ultimately vanished. Pyrrha and Cinder were able to suck in deep gulps of air despite the pained fullness of their bellies.
Pyrrha gasped and wheezed. She hadn’t realized it, but her lungs had begun to burn as much as her belly. “Gasp! Ugh…I’ve never been this buuuuurrp full in my life!” She groaned and winced. She was overcome with the insatiable desire to move. Her focus had been on stuffing Cinder, so she never considered moving back then. Now she was an immobile lump of fat. There was no physical power in her body to heave her pathetic bulk.
Cinder clenched her jaw until it trembled. That force carried into her flabby jowls and extra chins, wobbling them like dropped jello molds. “This is all your fault!” She bellowed as soon as she had the breath. “You realize you’re losing a fight, and decide to take it out on my figure! Ugh, if I could move, I’d wrap my hands around your fat throat!”
Feeling oddly confrontational, Pyrrha scoffed. “As if you could move those feeble sausages you call fingers! You wouldn’t be able to reach around your engorged belly to reach me!” Pyrrha knew it was up to her to face Cinder earlier, but she didn’t expect her to feel so angry.
Although the fact that her body was made as flabby and helpless as Cinder’s? The body she trained and honed in martial combat. All the years of discipline around food just to have a lifetime’s worth and then some were forced into her. She felt her fury was justified.
“I’m certain of it,” Pyrrha started. “I-I…uh…I’ll manage to get up eventually! Yes, and then I’ll…” She had to grapple with her thoughts. She had gotten herself worked up, but… ‘I don’t want to threaten to sit on her…It would do the trick, but I can’t say it!’ She only embarrassed herself.
“Do what? Waddle to the pig trough and live out some fantasy?!” Cinder cocked an eyebrow. “You’re the one who summoned food first! Do you have some sort of weird fetish? To fatten someone into a mountain of flab? Well, I’m happy I redirected it! Are you happy to be a disgusting, flabby slob?!”
Pyrrha gasped in indignation. “I don’t even know how to use these powers! You could have done anything, and yet you decided to mimic me!” She shot back. Yes, Pyrrha had no idea how to use her new maiden powers properly. Cinder had years to develop her skills.
Clearly, neither had thought their plan out. The heat of the moment forced them to continue until they had reached this point. So fat and painfully full that all they could do was wheeze and bicker with one another.
Suddenly, a red flurry of motion appeared at the side of the tower. Rose petals dissipated, revealing Ruby Rose.
“Pyrrha! I came to he-“ Ruby froze as she observed the display. She blinked, her expression contorted to bewilderment, she rubbed her eyes, and finally pursed her lips. “Uh…what happened?”
Pyrrha’s face immediately turned bright pink. ‘I had hoped this wouldn’t happen so soon…’ Pyrrha thought to herself. She knew that her friends would eventually find her obese form, but that should have been much later. “It’s…complicated.”
Ruby turned to Cinder.
“What are you looking at me for?! You think I wanted this to…huff…” Cinder’s expression was more flushed with anger. However, a deeper tinge of red hit her cheeks after yelling. ‘Dammit, I ran out of breath.’ She thought and wheezed as she tried to suck in enough air to speak.
“I’m going to assume this is a dream,” Ruby said as she walked sluggishly over to Pyrrha. “I musta conked out after slaying the wyvern. I’m so tired…” She continued to speak aloud as she climbed atop Pyrrha’s belly. She allowed herself to splay across the ample surface and immediately fell asleep.
“N-no, Ruby! This isn’t a OOF dream…p-please get off my belly! I’m so full as it is!” Pyrrha groaned as Ruby’s weight, no matter how dainty, was like an iron ball resting atop her overstuffed belly.
Pyrrha tried to reach her flabby arms to jostle Ruby, but they couldn’t begin to reach around her engorged breasts. Not to mention their own weight became too much to bear. Pyrrha tired herself and allowed her arms to slump to her side.
Cinder watched this with a grimace. ‘Great, I’m too fat to get out of here. They’re probably going to roll me to the nearest jail cell and throw away the key.’ Her scowl intensified. ‘Hardly matters…seeing how fat I am.’ She looked over her body once more, taking in every curve and fold she could. She huffed, rolled her eyes, and resigned herself to her flabby fate.
THE END