Series: RWBY
Characters: Ruby, Weiss, Blake, Yang, Coco, Velvet
Contains: Weight gain, force-feeding, stuckage
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Team RWBY had returned to the lazy river. The water was a relief from their heavy figures, but their hunger persisted. Food always seemed to appear when that happened. A snack bar at the water’s edge, floating trays with finger foods, or nearby picnic tables loaded until their wooden legs bowed. The girls would resist for a time. Perhaps they’d let themselves drift past two of those stations.
Eventually, it became too much to bear. They’d have to stop and fill their ravenous bellies. They felt they’d lose their minds if they didn’t. Such caving caused their obese forms to build up more fat. Eat knew this would harm them in the future. They’d eventually have to leave the water, and the full brunt of their weight would slow them down. Running away from something like the mascot seemed incredibly far-fetched to them now.
What else could they do? Part of exiting the water to stuff their faces meant they had a chance to explore. There were still photos from Coco and Velvet, and it seemed they, too, grew fatter as they progressed. It already seemed difficult for them to fit in the photo’s frame, but it was nearly impossible by now.
Each photo continued Coco or Velvet. Coco always posed and smiled for the camera, but her body was so caked with lard that the camera failed to capture it all. Her body had contained to garner rolls. The heaviest and thickest were slabs that drooped visibly. Some rolls were springier and almost like rolled lumps of dough.
The photos containing Velvet tended to be selfies. The angles helped show off how voluptuous and round she was. The broad curves of her belly and the fullness of her chest could draw the eye for hours, it seemed. One would start to trace the curves with their eyes, only to loop on and on. That nearly distracted them from the signals Velvet made in her photos. Even if she continued to grow more obese, she managed to signal the dangers in the winding labyrinth.
While Coco was more heavily rolled and Velvet was rounded, both boasted impressive hips. Blake was perhaps the only one who matched them.
However, the entirety of Team RWBY was well on their way to matching Coco and Velvet. Those two were perhaps fatter because they were further into the labyrinth than they were. A few more stops and the girls would match their upperclassmen for certain.
Ruby’s body was still well-rounded with fat. Everywhere she looked, there were either rolls or lumps of blubber. She wasn’t covered head to toe in rolls, but they fitted themselves in various corners of her form. She had noticed her belly hanging lower than earlier. When she waded through the water, she felt the thick sheet of fat down to her knees. Getting out of the pool almost dragged her forward with how it hung over her thighs. Her butt provided some counterbalance, but not enough to make it easy to haul around. Not to mention the cost of a fat butt was the weight behind her steps. Ruby had nearly thrown herself to the ground, turning too quickly.
Ruby was not one to do anything without being quick. Even her thinking and strategies were breakneck revelations or things pulled from her memory.
Weiss had a little more emphasis on her belly and thighs. All of her was smooth and rounded, and her belly hung nearly to the middle of her shins. With her tight one-piece giving it support, for now, it was kept to the middle of her thighs. That came at the cost of it nearly reaching as far as her arms could in front of her.
Blake and Yang were still the fattest of the four, but it seemed the gap had closed slightly. Their binges in this new area seemed to impact Ruby and Weiss slightly more. It was almost as if the food itself wanted them to catch up to their larger friends.
Blake’s body was extremely bottom-heavy. There was ample flesh to her upper half, from her rounded face, plump arms, full chest, and heavy belly. It just seemed that more than half of her bulk was concentrated in her hips and lower. This caused her hips to fold under their own weight, her butt to appear more like saddlebags than shapely and round, and for her thighs to be broad and roll-covered.
Yang was the opposite. Her breasts were the most prominent feature, and they were flanked by bulky arms hardly capable of anything other than feeding her. Her belly was somewhat in the shadow of her bust, but provided enough support for the super-sized gozangas. Her hips were more narrow than the breadth of her breasts, and her butt was more compact. It had ample mass, but it was restrained. The cheeks took on a boxy shape, opposed to the smoothness of Weiss or Ruby’s.
The group had just lowered themselves back into the water after a search-and-snack stop. The river wound about and meandered through unremarkable areas almost indistinguishable from those before. The only difference is the smell of the air changed.
It had never been too odd, somewhat reminiscent of pool chemicals. Never overpowering, though. The scents around them were now intensely oily. It was like the entire area had been used to deep fry something.
Blake shot out of a bored stupor and breathed deeply. “It smells like a seafood restaurant. It reminds me of Reef-Fried. It’s a place in Menagerie. They always double-fried their food.” She continued to sniff the air as if it were intoxicating.
Weiss rolled her eyes. “Ok, then, why is that smell here? It’s too early for a food stop, so I won’t be partaking.” Her stomach growled as she said this, but she pretended it hadn’t.
“Eh, I’m good for a nibble.” Yang chimed in as she sniffed the air. She couldn’t pick out anything other than grease. It was almost too much, even for her.
Ruby was the only one who felt off. The picture she had seen earlier. The one with some…thing in the background. “I don’t know. This feels weird.”
Truly, it did. Everything felt off. The smell almost made her dizzy, paranoia spread through her body, and the water began to feel strange.
That was when all the girls noticed. The water’s texture had become oilier and slicker. The color was off, too. Blake lifted her hand to her nose and sniffed.
“It’s butter!” Blake exclaimed and sniffed deeper. “Clarified butter. Just like you’d use for dipping crab or lobster.” She proceeded to lick her hand shamelessly.
No one had spotted the transition, but the pool water had been replaced with butter. The greasy substance coated all of their bodies and seemed to leech onto the edges of the pool. Ruby placed her hand there as she floated by. Her fingers slid across it. She tried to put the weight of her palm down, but it slipped a second later.
“We can’t get out like this,” Ruby murmured. “Uh, look for stairs…or maybe a ladder? If those are covered in butter, then we’ll have to work together to-“
The butter’s surface erupted as a figure revealed itself. None had seen it approach or knew which direction it came from. All they knew was that their bodies were splashed with more butter as a towering creature loomed over Ruby.
Its body was a crusty, golden brown. Scales were replaced with crispy fry batter that looked ready to flake away at the slightest touch. Beneath that was tender white fish like a tilapia steak, through which more butter oozed freely.
The form seemed bipedal, nearly seven feet tall. Its arms were long and gangly, covered in more flaky, crust-like scales and exposed fish meat. It’s left ended in de-shelled crab legs for fingers. Its right hand was a giant soft-shell crab claw, equally fried, golden, and delicious.
Its head was a massive hushpuppy made in the image of an anglerfish with a crest of tempura shrimp tails flaring from the back. The eyes were vacant and round, crusted over with a thin layer of breading.
Its mouth opened wide in a snaggletooth jaw with fish sticks instead of teeth, and tartar sauce appeared to ooze from the corners of its jaws as it let out a bellowing roar.
Ruby opened her mouth to scream, but the creature shoved one hand into her mouth. She instinctively bit down, only for her teeth to cut straight through the creature. The entire hand was detached at the wrist through which butter sprayed like a geyser.
The rest of the team saw the creature from the back. Its massive dorsal fin appeared to be composed of blooming onion slices rather than bony spines.
Yang tried to grab the creature, but the crust it used for skin sloughed off with no resistance. She tried again to grab the exposed fish beneath, only for the meat to pull itself apart. “Ok, the mascot is one thing, but what the hell is this?!”
Yang’s shock distracted her. The creature twisted its torso and thrust its other arm down her throat. Again, the succulent creature’s body broke away from the slight pressure of teeth biting down. Yang swallowed subconsciously, ferrying the fried appendage to her belly.
Weiss wanted to help her teammates, but the sight of this creature shook her to the core. She shuddered, causing her body to jiggle. Another shudder followed from the oily sensation of butter coating her curves and folds. Her lack of action left her open for the beast’s next attack.
The monster flexed its deep-fried back muscles. The blooming onion spears launched like arrows, and their momentum carried them into Weiss’s mouth. They slipped past her lips and down her throat without opposition as the heiress backed against the edge of the pool.
Weiss couldn’t stay still for long, though. The lazy river might have been converted to butter, but the current was still present. Her greased-up back slid against the edge of the pool like a finely lubricated machine. She couldn’t plant her feet any longer, too.
Ruby and Yang were in the same state. Moving their bodies through the butter seemed more difficult than lumbering on land. They were wholly helpless as the creature began to regenerate the arms it had fed them.
Blake had yet to move, but she stared at the creature in shock. “It’s Reef-Fried’s mascot! The Hangler Fish…” She muttered as the beast aimed its fingers at her. Like the blooming onion spears, the crab leg fingers managed to launch at her. The succulent, butter-infused shellfish tendrils flew into an open mouth and down a greedy gullet.
Blake cracked her knuckles and glared at the hangler fish. She leaned her body forward and activated her semblance. A shadow clone copy of her remained behind, but her rear body was thrown against the current. This flow failed to stop her as she latched onto the fried homunculus.
The hangler fish seemed surprised that it was caught in its prey’s grasp. It opened its mouth to shriek, but Blake grabbed it by the jaw. The lower mandible was torn away, and Blake bit a chunk out of it. It was delicious, but nothing more than fried cornmeal. She moved her head down and bit into the creature’s shoulder. Butter and tender fish exploded in her mouth as she ravenously chewed deeper.
Blake’s belly swelled rounder as she continued her assault. Each bite she took was as large as possible. She wasn’t satisfied until every corner of her mouth was stuffed with delicious seafood. Maybe somewhere she felt vindicated, taking the fight to the strange labyrinth. However, most of her mind was focused on how delicious the creature was.
Blake had gnawed until the hangler fish’s left arm hung lumpy to its side. She grabbed its other limb and bit into the giant, meaty claw. She couldn’t help but moan at the deep, salty, and buttery flavor. It wasn’t quite home cooking, but it reminded her of the crabs her mother bought from the market. The flesh was tender and faintly fishy. One thing it had over anything she’d ever eaten was the perfect infusion of butter. It was clear that this creature’s lifeblood was pure liquid gold.
She devoured her adversary more eagerly than she had any other food. Even its regeneration did little to dissuade her. Freshly regrown appendages or muscle bodies were summarily consumed again.
It was no wonder her body practically ballooned with new fat. The arms that gripped the beast became more feeble and adorably plump. Fingers like sausages tried to hold on, while bulbous arms wobbled in the tussle.
Her chest wobbled, mostly from the lack of support her bathing suit provided. Her chest still wasn’t her most prominent feature. The new growth was obvious, and fat bulged around her meager swimsuit. It seemed they grew wider rather than rounder. This gave them a flabby appearance as they wobbled about.
Similarly, her belly and hips became wider. The outer curves of her belly increased their arc, rather than her entire gut hanging lower. The fat thickened to the point it was too large to fit in Blake’s hands. Meanwhile, her hips stretched out far enough that it would be difficult for Blake to place her hands on their furthest curves. The fat piled and thickened, rolling over itself to fold on her upper thigh.
Each leg thickened, pushing her feet farther apart. That meant little in the liquid medium of butter, but waddling would be much harder from now on. Blake pushed that thought aside and wrapped her pillar-like legs around the hangler fish.
More and more of the creature vanished. Blake had created a pace where her ravenous bites outpaced the hangler fish’s regeneration. It gradually depleted until she was able to toss aside half a hush puffy head and a decimated torso.
“BOOOOUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPPP!” Blake panted and moved her hands to her belly. “I…got a bit carried away.” She wheezed as the fullness of her stomach hit her full force. She started to sway back and forth before her friends grabbed hold of her.
Ruby tapped Blake’s cheeks, which had become rounder and fuller. “I appreciate the save, but you didn’t have to go that far.”
“I don’t know if it was your appetite or adrenaline.” Weiss shook her head condescendingly. She planted both feet on the side of the pool and pushed. This allowed the group to drift toward the right side of the lazy river. “I can think of few things worse than willingly eating the monster trying to feed itself to us.”
“Oh, cut her some slack.” Yang reached out with one hand and grabbed a metal railing near some steps. She had to grip tightly to counter the slick butter, but her supple fingers marinated their hold. “Talk about messed up, though! It stuffed its whole hand down my throat.” She shuddered and started to pull the group toward the stairs.
Exiting the river was awkward. The steps were too slick for the girls to plant their feet. The second they tried, their blubber bodies would slip and almost fall back into the current. Ruby was the first to crawl out like a seal on an ice sheet. She galumphed atop her meaty belly, fat audibly slapping together. The process looked ridiculous, but she managed to exit the pool.
“Uh…” Ruby looked back at her friends, then at her round form. “I don’t think I can get up like this. I’m still all slipper and…fat.” She sighed and looked around. “Maybe we can find towels? Or a shower area.”
“Search around a bit,” Yang said. “Take this one with you.” Yang wrapped her arm as best she could around Weiss’s waist. This squished her bulbous arm fat against the heiress’s thick butt.
Weiss yelped as she was thrust forward. Her greased body slid across the smooth floor until she was beside Ruby. She spun around with the same grace as a seal and glared at Yang. “H-how dare you! Couldn’t you have said anything before…” Her face was bright pink, and her expression was one of indignation and embarrassment. ‘I think that was the first time someone touched my butt so boldly!’
“Could’ve.” Yang shrugged in response. She maintained her grip on the railing and Blake. “It’s too risky for us to all try and climb out, and I don’t want Ruby waddling around alone. Try to be fast. I’m a little tired of marinating here.”
Blake had dozed off into a food coma. One fat cheek squished against Yang’s shoulder as she leaned against the blonde, who now seemed noticeably smaller than her.
The full impact of the hangler fish couldn’t be seen with Blake half submerged, but it was clear she had taken the lead in size and weight…
Ruby looked at Weiss. The two nodded before they began to slide across the floor awkwardly. This gradually cleared some of the butter from their bodies. After which, they could slowly climb to their feet.
Weiss was more easily able to press her hands to the floor. She had no flabby chest to get in the way. This allowed her to rotate onto her right hip. Then, pushing her hand against Ruby, she got a leg under her.
“Hrrrg!” Weiss grunted as she slowly rose from the floor. The process was exhausting, and sweat poured from her. “I feel like a greased pig.” She murmured under her breath as she finished getting up. Her thighs trembled from exertion, and her breath was haggard. It was unbecoming of her, but she couldn’t suppress a pout. ‘I want to find a cozy place to sit down.’
“Uh, Weiss? Can I get some help?” Ruby asked sheepishly while still on her belly. This made her silhouette resemble a picture of a flabby-looking alligator she often sent as a joke. Her belly fat was pressed beneath her, squishing out to her sides. Her back fat was subject to gravity and wobbled with every move. Even the weight of her butt seemed to flatten out the cheeks. This was a precarious position subject to the ever-changing whims of Ruby’s fidgeting.
Weiss clicked her tongue. “You expect me to lift you? Absolutely not.” She turned and began to waddle away. It was a slow pace, and her body quivered with every step. She started to huff under her breath from exertion, but that wasn’t enough to block out Ruby.
“H-hey! You got sent to accompany me! Don’t just leave me!” Ruby resumed her galumphing, moving just like a seal would. It was surprisingly effective. She bounced on her belly, using the remaining butter to slide forward.
“Ruby Rose, if you run into me and I fall over, then I will use my remaining strength to strangle you.” Weiss’s voice was flat and unamused. She turned around a corner and found relief in a towel station. She grabbed one of the fluffiest she could find and began to rub her body down.
A dry towel shouldn’t have worked this well. Yet when Weiss dragged it across her skin, it was like all the butter was cleared away. She sighed in relief as the oily sensation was whisked away. “I would have preferred a shower room, but this is almost as good.” She began to hum as she ran the towel over her arms, then her chest and her belly. She had almost finished with her thighs before Ruby’s wheezing became louder.
The rotund Rose turned seal had managed to catch up with Weiss. She rested her soft cheek on the cold tile floor before Weiss dropped a towel on her. “Thanks…” She murmured before lazily reaching for it. Weiss seemed displeased with her sluggishness and knelt beside her. Ruby felt her friend take the towel and rub it across her back. “You do care!”
“I’m using you as a stepping stool to get back up. Be aware.” Weiss replied curtly. Still, she continued to clear the butter from Ruby’s back and the side closest to her. She felt the flabby exterior curve of Ruby’s belly. It was no longer slick from the butter. She grabbed it and blushed softly. Fat melded between her fingers and felt warm against her palm. “I hadn’t thought of it now, but we’re incredibly soft. Softer than anything I’ve ever felt. More than that. This is weighty and warm…I can’t say I hate it.”
Ruby had also begun to blush. “If it weren’t for the monsters and risk of getting too fat, then I could agree. It’s kinda nice.” Ruby paused. “I think we’re already too fat. You know what I mean.”
“Mhm.” Weiss gripped Ruby’s side fat and pulled. She quickly wedged her knee under that portion of belly and pushed her thigh forward. Its broad surface area gave plenty of support, and Ruby was flopped onto her back with a meaty THWAP!
Weiss proceeded to dry her front before replacing her knee back on Ruby’s belly. She ignored her friend’s groaning and got back to her feet. She murmured something about being in a good mood as she took Ruby’s hands and gradually helped her up.
The process was easier than expected. Weiss felt oddly stable and needed only to brace her feet. She leaned back, and her weight helped pull Ruby up. Of course, Ruby had to put in more effort, but she gradually got her butt off the ground. She strained and groaned as she had to straighten her legs, fighting gravity to get up.
The effort was worth it. She soon stood belly to belly with Weiss. Both were cleaned of butter and now only moderately soaked in sweat. They waited to catch their breath and didn’t seem to acknowledge how their bodies squished together. The forefront of Weiss’s belly sank into the flabbier fat of Ruby’s gut. The two fronts remained distinct not only in skin tone but also in texture. It was only now that one could realize Weiss had a slightly firmer belly, while Ruby’s had a looser texture. Each gut rose and fell, alternating between pressing together and slightly falling back. Sweat intermingled, forming larger droplets that ran over curves and began to form a puddle on the floor.
“Let’s get the others. It’ll probably take all of us to help clean Blake.” Weiss said as she gathered an armful of towels.
“Right.” Ruby slowly did the same before she waddled next to Weiss. Their hips occasionally bumped each other, but neither girl scooted away. “You think we’ll go back in the lazy river?”
Weiss scoffed. “Not a chance. Even without that thing, I refuse to soak myself in butter again.”
The waddle back was quicker thanks to both girls being on their feet. They found Yang and Blake in the same position they had left them in. Yang seemed slightly more winded from idly fighting the river’s current. Still, she offered a small smile as she shifted Blake’s weight on her shoulder.
Ruby and Weiss took Blake by the hands as Yang started to push her arm against the fat cat’s lower back. Each back roll was like a slab. Even Yang’s massive arms almost entirely vanished in the folds. The only part that wasn’t swallowed up was the lower half of her bloated bingo wings. She visibly broke out into a sweat as she tried to heave Blake forward with little success. Ruby and Weiss had already cleaned Blake’s hands, but pulling her demanded all their strength.
The reason became clear as more of Blake was pulled from the butter. She continued to grow larger on her lower body. Her hips alone had nearly become equal to her height. The liquid surface had partially obscured this, but it was mind-boggling how fat she had become in such little time.
The most impressive part was the growth of her ass. The butter rose to the middle of Yang’s chest, and Blake’s belly lifted her slightly higher. Still, the upper curves of Blake’s rear that crested above the water were nearly at Yang’s chin. The blonde could have opened her arms to their widest, and she’d barely be able to wrap her hands around these curves.
“Holy shit,” Yang murmured. Ruby and Weiss were too winded to speak, but the sentiment was shared.
Bean bag chairs could hardly compare, and yoga balls were no more similar. Blake’s butt seemed to have taken on a whole new level of size. Each cheek was equal in size to Weiss’s entire stomach. The flesh was soft and lumpy, accentuating the saddlebag shapes. The texture was beyond supple and overly soft. Yang tried to push Blake, but her hands sank in past her wrists. There was no stability to make use of. Ruby and Weiss’s feeble pulling made more progress than Yang’s pushing.
Slowly, Blake was dragged further out of the lazy river. Her legs came into view, and they were an equal spectacle. More rolls had developed and stacked atop each other. Each roll squeezed the one above and below it. Each was pressed flat, forcing its mass outward. This pillar-like thickness caused the inner thighs to press against each other. This went so far as to keep Blake’s feet more than shoulder-width apart. Walking normally would be impossible. Standing was feasible, but Blake would barely manage a feeble waddle.
The most stable part of Blake to push was the soles of her feet, and even these had been painted with new fat. The tops of her feet that weren’t buried under her cankles looked puffy and swollen, with even her toes looking noticeably more pudgy.
The trio waited to recover their breath after Blake had been moved from the river. Yang managed to crawl beside her and had to rest. Ruby and Weiss were the first to move. They began cleaning their friends as best they could, but it was hard not to notice the difference in their sizes.
Yang had been the fattest earlier. Easily twice as fat as Ruby or Weiss. Now it seemed Blake was twice as fat as Yang. This easily put her at a larger size than Coco and Velvet from the photos.
“I guess one of us being immobile isn’t so far off,” Ruby murmured as she worked the towel between Blake’s back fat. Each fold was deep enough for half her forearm to reach into. Some of the lard-filled slabs were thicker than her entire arm.
“I thought it would be Yang first,” Weiss replied as she flipped Yang similarly to how she did Ruby. ‘I’m rather good at this.’ She thought and sighed as she cleaned Yang’s chest. “I mean, how will she stand when these things get as big as Blake’s butt OW!”
Yang had regained enough strength to pinch Weiss’s calf fat. “You have a point but still rude.” She grunted and managed to sit up by herself. Ruby quickly waddled around so she and Weiss could grab Yang by her hands.
The three worked together to get Yang up. It was still a rough process, and all their bodies squished together during it. Weiss’s belly pressed against the side of Yang’s chest, and a little of her belly. Meanwhile, Ruby had started to wrap her arms around Yang’s side. This gave her two handfuls of belly and back fat. Yang tried to grab onto the two, but she didn’t want to risk pulling them down. So, she instead focused on using deeply buried leg muscles to push her fat ass up.
“I’m not saying to leave me behind,” Blake murmured. Her voice was slurred as one cheek squished against the cold floor. “Maybe figure out where we’re going next. Before getting me up.” She slowly tilted her head so her chin touched the floor.
‘I feel massive. I’m so heavy that I don’t think I can roll over.’ Blake tried to look back, but her peripheral vision was filled with her shoulder fat. ‘I think I can walk, but there’s no way I can sit up. I doubt that’s the best way to get me up…’ She continued to think. Most of her weight was in her hips and butt. If she were seated on it, it would be a losing battle. Her friends would exhaust themselves before it lifted more than an inch.
The other girls remained silent for a moment. Ruby was the first to speak.
“Nope! No one gets left behind, even for a second.” Ruby spoke with glowing determination. Her tubby fists rested on her hips, and she puffed her chest forward. “Right, Weiss?”
“Oh, don’t you dare be dramatic.” Weiss rolled her eyes.
Yang chuckled and patted Ruby’s shoulder. “She’s got the spirit. Wouldn’t expect any less, sis!”
Thus began the ordeal of getting Blake up. It wouldn’t be easy with the fat cat on her belly, but there was a strategy that might work. It merely wouldn’t be the most comfortable.
“We start by having Blake spread her legs as wide as she can,” Ruby explained as she nudged Blake’s foot with her own.
Blake blushed. All of her friends were behind her. This made her nervous because she couldn’t see them, but also embarrassed as they could see the hill-like mounds of her butt fat. She powered through and spread her legs inch by inch. “I guess I’m still a little flexible. I’m surprising myself.” She thought aloud as her legs managed to eke barely past a ninety-degree angle. It didn’t seem like that, thanks to the thick fat, but it was better than all had hoped.
Weiss’s eyes lit up. “I see, we can pull her from behind. With her legs spread like that, we can use her butt for counterbalance.”
“Bingo!” Ruby chirped. “I’ll straddle her back and pull. You’ll grab my shoulders and pull me. Worst case scenario is I land on top of her butt, but-”
“Ha.” Yang chuckled.
“…It’s like a shelf. It’ll be easy to get up.” Ruby continued after a pause. “Then, Yang grabs Blake from the front and lifts her higher! If we do it quick, then Blake can get her feet under her.”
The plan was laid out. It surely wouldn’t be easy, but it was better than anything else they’d come up with. It was just the sort of strategy that kept the team motivated. Perhaps that mentality would see them through the imposing labyrinth?
First, Ruby sat on Blake’s back. She tried to think of it like roughhousing with Yang in her childhood, but the experience was too bizarre. Her body sank into Blake’s, her thighs and butt squishing against her friend’s abundant back fat. Every inch of it was unimaginably soft and warm despite being in the pool for so long.
Ruby fidgeted nervously, squeaking in surprise each time her butt bumped against Blake’s. She had started to retreat her plan before Weiss grabbed her shoulders.
Weiss was equally unnerved by the experience. She tried to pretend that her round belly wasn’t squished against the massive lumps of Blake’s butt cheeks, but the stimulus was too strong. Her belly had far too much surface area, and the entire front was pressed against Blake. She had to be this close to grab Ruby, though.
‘I’m just realizing Blake falls on me if this plan fails.’ Weiss thought and suppressed a grimace. Blake’s recent weight was the burden of saving her friends…but Weiss didn’t want to be buried in an avalanche of Blake’s ass fat.
“Mind the bump,” Yang said as she bent over. Her job was to grab Blake’s shoulders. She had to twist her arms so her palms faced up. This allowed her thick fingers to curl under Blake’s puffy shoulders, but it also caused the blonde’s bulky arms to squeeze her breasts. At the same time, her breasts rested on Blake’s head.
Blake was too flustered to speak. That was rare, but so was all the physical contact. She was being straddled, had someone pressed against her butt, and had a humongous pair of knockers on her head.
Not to mention she was fatter than she ever expected possible.
“I’m ready, let’s do this!” Blake exclaimed. She readied her body, prepared her buried muscles, and pressed her palms to the floor. She was determined to help her friends, even in the face of her embarrassment.
Ruby leaned back, Weiss pulled on Ruby, Yang lifted upward, and Blake pushed down. Progress was nonexistent at first. The only movement was from Blake’s body, trembling and wobbling with exertion. Slowly, she was able to lift her chest. This was followed by her back curving. The rest of her bulk didn’t want to move, and her arms were already exhausted.
Yang was there to make sure Blake didn’t slump back down. She widened her stance and squatted as low as she could (which was lower than she expected). She was so low that her rump rested on the ground, and her breasts had moved to sandwich Blake’s head. “Almost there. No giving up, you hear?” She grunted and quickly flipped her hands. She was at the point where she could start to push Blake instead of pulling.
That meant the next step relied on Ruby and Weiss.
Ruby pushed more of her weight backward. She hardly thought about her back squishing against Blake’s butt at this point. Her entire focus was on trying to pull Blake to that tipping point. The moment where the weight of her butt would haul her upward. She pressed down with her feet, squeezed as tightly as her fingers would allow. A quick burst of her semblance would be nice, but there was a better chance she’d soar back into the lazy river than lift Blake.
Or slam her head against Weiss’s. She’d never hear the end of that.
At the rear, Weiss struggled the most. She wasn’t suited for efforts of brute strength. She was poised and elegant, usually relying on precise strikes where her opponent’s momentum would turn against them. This was a dear friend, though. She had to work just as hard as the others for this.
“Grrrrrllllllll.”
The sound made the girls’ blood run cold. No one wanted to look, but they knew this sound had to be the Hangler Fish. They couldn’t deal with that now. It would take hours to regain their energy. None were sure they could face the monster at their current state. Not to mention the entire labyrinth would conjure up food to tempt them. This attack couldn’t have possibly come at a worse time…
“Ugh, forget it!” Weiss grunted. She had an idea, and she would act upon it. Her hands released Ruby’s shoulder and reached for Blake. She slipped as much of her body between Blake’s thighs as possible. She ignored the softness sandwiched around her as she proceeded to lean in. Her chest and face squished against Blake’s pillow cheeks as she reached as far around Blake as she could. Her fingers slipped beneath the other girl’s belly and grabbed tightly. Feet planted, Weiss threw her weight backward.
Blake was tipped back far enough. Her butt completed the task and acted as a counterbalance. She was quickly pulled to her feet, where cat-like reflexes helped maintain her balance…mostly.
“Weiss, that was incredible!” Ruby cheered. She had slid off Blake in the quick movement, but she couldn’t see her friend.
“Down here! Now move!” Weiss had thrown herself to the ground in order to lift Blake. Somehow, she managed to slip herself out from under Blake. A quick twist of her body rolled her onto her gut. Another thrust of her body used her belly like a springboard, and she was back to her feet.
Everyone stared in silence. Weiss had shown not one, but three impressive displays of agility.
“You’re pretty impressive. Even with that gut!” Yang flashed a thumbs-up.
Weiss simply huffed. “Of course I am.”
SPLSH!
The Hangler Fish erupted from the water. It landed mere feet away from the girls, fully regenerated.
“It can go on land?!” Ruby exclaimed as she put herself between the creature and Blake.
“And has a staggering healing ability.” Weiss shuddered. The fact that the creature had stuffed itself down her throat made her skin crawl.
Blake tried not to drool. “I had hoped I did some lasting damage. Just to myself, I guess.” Given the chance, Blake would try to devour the creature again. It wasn’t a good idea, but the temptation was there.
The creature made a step forward before Yang rushed in. She swung her fist, adjusting her posture to accommodate the bulk of her fat arm and chest. The first connected, and the Hangler Fish’s chest exploded in a shower of fried fish. Its head and arms were knocked into the river, while its legs fell limp where it had stood.
“Pretty impressive, huh! My fingers are fat, but I can still make a fisht!” Yang chuckled and waved a puffy fist through the air. She was met with annoyed silence. “Fine, be that way. That thing might be fattening, but it’s pretty weak. All its muscles are pull apart tender.”
The group looked at the legs left behind by the creature. Yang nudged them with her foot, but they remained still.
“Let’s get a move on. There’s no telling when those will spring back to life.” Weiss said before breaking out in a full-body shudder. “Just the idea of it. Ugh, I never want to eat fish again.”
“Ehh,” Blake murmured. She tried to be aware of her situation. She was the fattest of the group, probably one or two meals from helplessness…but she wanted to take the legs with her. She held her tongue, though.
Thus, the group continued.
At the pace of a slug.
Blake was the main pace setter. Her new bulk was clearly weighing on her, and she could hardly lift her feet for each step. Most often, she just shifted a hip forward. One fat foot would slide lazily across the ground before she repeated with the other leg. This still sent a tremor through her body. A constant jiggle up each leg, into her broad hips, across the vast space of her butt cheeks, through her rolling belly, ending with a slight bump to her bust and waggle in her arms.
She was already soaked with sweat.
The rest of the team fared better. Not by much, though. The lazy river had carried them a great distance, but small bits of movement, along with exiting the water now and again, had greatly diminished their strength. Their encounter with the Hangler fish added to that period.
Ruby occasionally tried to slump against Weiss, but the heiress would shoo her away. Yang offered a shoulder, but her chest continuously smacked Ruby. Thus, the team leader was forced to bear her own weight. She pouted adorably and played with some of her belly rolls.
Weiss felt as if her belly had become an anchor. It constantly weighed her down, and its pendulous swaying from side to side was exhausting to manage. Her lack of a chest also meant she could stare at it constantly. She huffed and poked at it with one chunky finger.
Even Yang was struggling to make light of the situation. Her face was mostly devoid of particular emotions. She would look down at her chest, almost marvel at how mobile it was, but then realize she couldn't enjoy it. This place was a death trap…to her waistline, mostly. "Ugh, I can barely keep my girls in this thing." She grumbled as she thumbed the strap to her swimsuit.
Grrrwwwwwwwllllllll.
As if to mock them further, their bellies began to groan. The supernatural hunger that plagued this area had set in once more. It started with a small gnaw. That gnaw quickly escalated into a deep yearning. The urge to find anything to eat was becoming irresistible.
A nervous sweat hit all of them. How much fatter would one meal make them? For Ruby and Weiss, it might not be too bad. For Yang, she could handle it, she was strong! Blake, though. One more meal would probably be the end for her. She would get too fat to move. The Hangler Fish would certainly find her. She would end up like Nora. So fat...So utterly helpless and massive. Would the hangler fish feed its entire body to her? Were there more of them? What if they swarmed her, stuffing themselves into her endlessly until she filled this area with her flesh, growing larger and larger, exceeding all possible limits to size, becoming such a helpless, massive, blubbery, gigantic fat ass.
That thought seemed to swell in their minds. What would their friend look like at that size? Should they be thinking of this? Was this labyrinth implanting that thought? If it were, when would it start taunting each girl with their massive visage?
That very thought was about to enter their minds before they rounded the corner. That's when they saw something strange against the backdrop of white tile and gently rushing water.
They saw a water slide, a water slide with someone's gigantic butt wedged in it. These cheeks were massive, curving, and pale. They seem just as large as Blake's, even. The contrast between the fleshy globs in the hard green fiberglass was jarring. So much so that it took nearly a minute before Ruby spotted the familiar bikini bottom.
"That's Coco!" Ruby shouted and pointed at the giant wobbly butt.
Coco didn't seem to hear them, probably too occupied with her current situation. Her fat legs kicked and wriggled. Each movement caused a wave of jiggles to travel through her butt cheeks. The group started to make their way over before loud slapping sounds could be heard.
They turned their heads to see Velvet rushing towards her friend. It was surprising to see someone so obese, as large as Blake, move like that. She ran, each pump of her leg causing her belly to bounce, and her breasts to nearly smack her in the face. She also didn't notice Team RWBY. She charged headfirst into Coco's backside, and both were sent shooting down the slide.
The team stared in disbelief for a moment. They had finally found mobile people here. And they were gone…Just like that.
“At least we can follow them, right?” Yang said, looking at her friends in disbelief.
"I can't believe Velvet could move like that," Weiss murmured. She played it off as confusion, but she was just replaying the mental image. So much fat in such chaotic, jiggly motion. She turned away to hide her blush.
The group made their way to the slide. They looked down the tunnel, but couldn't see anything. The light took on a green tint before being swallowed in darkness. There was no way to discern a direction or distance beyond that.
Ruby rubbed her extra chin and thought. "Weird for me to say, but let’s not be too hasty," She murmured, but began to think.
“Why did they look so frantic?” Blake finished Ruby’s thought.
The group turned their heads in sync. There, across the foyer, was The Mascot.
"Holy shit, that thing's here?!” Yang shouted before ducking as a burger exploded against the wall behind her. The memory of being stuffed by the horrid mascot was fresh in her mind. She might be starving at the moment, but that thing was too creepy…
A sudden screech filled the area. The hangler fish emerged from the direction Team RWBY had come from.
"Forget what I said, everyone down the slide!" Ruby shouted as she grabbed hold of Weiss and Blake's back fat. She kicked her feet back, which pulled her friends with her. Yang followed suit by throwing herself headfirst down the slide.
Admittedly, this was a panic move. The girls should have gone down one by one. The slide was cramped, but Coco and Velvet had made it down, right? It should have been fine, even for Blake.
The group slid for a while. They went through sudden turns and dips. Each move caused their bodies to roll and wobble. A gut swinging left started a death roll-like pattern. Larger breasts were uncontrollable as they shifted from under bodies to being pressed against walls or into faces. Bellies acted like sleds, only to become weights that dragged them harder around corners. Similar chaotic motions happened with bouncing butt cheeks, with the added discomfort of serious wedgies. During that, water continued to splash over their round faces, further disorienting them.
Suddenly, the group came to an abrupt stop. The walls of the slides pressed in around them, but any attempt to move was met with greater resistance. Hands stretched out for any purchase. All they found were lumps and folds of fat. Thick legs feebly kicked only to splash and jiggle. Any movement of these extremities also caused full-body jiggling.
Yang couldn't see anything as her breasts were squished against her face. All she could tell was that she was being squeezed from three fronts. She felt an elbow dig into her belly, a hand grip her hip, and someone had their face tucked beneath her bingo wing and side rolls. “I’m not mad, but whose face and hand is that?!”
That face belonged to Weiss. ‘Why did that dolt pull us down here like this?! There was time to go one after the other!’She thought and squinted in the dark. She could see slivers of light, but they were tinted by the green tube. The rest of her vision was dark, obscured by Yang's blubber. She opened her mouth to shout, but that just caused said blubber to creep past her lips. Any accidental nibble caused Yang to jolt. Weiss thought that would have made her belly jiggle more, but it seemed her gut was pressed tightly between Blake's thigh and Ruby's butt cheeks.
Ruby tried to get her left hand free, but it was pressed between Yang and the slide wall. Even the trickle of moisture wasn't enough to get her unstuck. Her other hand pushed against a divide of fat that she suspected was Blake, but could have been Weiss. The lighting in the slide was so poor that all she could make out were shapes. Large mounds, sweeping curves, deep rolls, and huge breasts. ‘I kinda like this…’
Blake's massive butt served as the biggest plug of all. If there was one asset that had the entire group in this predicament, it was her titanic cheeks. She was deeply aware of that, and her cheeks were tinged bright pink. "Sorry about this…” Blake murmured, barely audible over the rushing water. She could feel that she was at the bottom of this stack. Her belly pressed against the slide beneath her, and her butt cheeks nearly touched the top behind her. Her hips were pressed against both sides of the slide, but there were some gaps filled in by her friends. ‘Maybe I can shield the others if those things follow us?’ She thought.
Blake shuddered at the memory of the ice cream tube the mascot used on Weiss. That thing seemed crazy enough to put the tube… elsewhere.
A muffled noise eked past their stuck forms. There was the shrieking roar of the Hangler Fish, accompanied by a “BBQ BONSAI,” from the mascot. It seemed distant, though. It was muddled by the sound of rushing water, but that too had a different sound.
The girls slowly stopped squirming, mostly because there was no room to wriggle, and they felt pressure. Their bodies were stuck so tightly that water pooled behind them. The cool liquid rose higher and higher, barely finding paths through Team RWBY’s rolls. The water built up in weight and pressure, pushing against the girls.
Ruby gulped. "I have a bad feeling."
"Don't say things like that, you dolt!" Weiss exclaimed.
“We'd better hold on to each other!” Yang said as she grabbed some miscellaneous flabby parts of two of her friends. She assumed, at least. “I think I know where this is going.”
Blake squeezed her eyes shut. “I don’t think I mentioned anything earlier, but I never liked water parks.”
The girls waited in suspense.
Sweat droplets joined the moisture clinging to their obese forms.
They all grabbed onto each other as best they could.
Fat fingers squeezed whatever they could hold only to sink in or slip away.
The pressure built with each passing second. The slide around the girls began to groan and shake. A small tremble quickly grew into a violent rumble. These motions were carried through the girls, jiggling their helplessly gelatinous forms as they felt the water push against their butts.
FWOOOOOSH!
The slide began once again. This time it was much more rapid and disorienting. The walls around them rapidly changed color, occasionally taking on new patterns. The speed seemed so quick that their visions darkened, blurred, and eventually ceased. The sense of motion lingered a little longer before they fell into a deep sleep.
TO BE CONTINUED