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RWBY: Fishcake AttackWeiss stood in the bathroom, clad in only her underwear as she glared hatefully at the scale on the floor, as if it were some kind of hideous demon in disguise. She didn't want to do this. She really didn't want to. She just knew that she would see nothing good in the scale's display. She could already tell, just from a few quick gropes around the waist, that she had gotten softer lately. Yet until now she had always avoided learning all the details; she knew there was some bliss to be found in willing ignorance. Unfortunately, after pinching almost a quarter of an inch more love-handle than yesterday, she had to find out for sure. She needed to know just how much damage had been done to her body, all because of Yang and Blake and their sick kicks.
The snow-haired teen scuttled over to the machine so she was standing directly in front of it. She raised one leg, feeling her thighs gently touch, and placed her foot onto it. Then she did so with the other. Weiss cringed. She could see the
WG Shorts: Attack on Titan"Mikasa, open your mouth wide so I can feed you~"
Mikasa Ackerman's brow furrowed into a glare that would make even the biggest Titan turn tail. Sasha somehow fought to withstand its terrifying power as she dangled the bread loaf over her friend's head. Sasha winced, pulling back. Mikasa finished chewing and swallowed the bite of loaf she'd already taken, and there were little crumbs scattered all over her cheeks like dimples. Sasha thought it was cute, but evidently, Mikasa didn't think so, with that look that she would sooner take a chunk out of Sasha's face than eat another helping of bread.
"...Is bread all you have?" Mikasa asked.
"Whatever do you mean, light of my life, my bright shining star, queen of the castle?" Sasha asked, twitching a little, knowing full well that she could not hide anything from Mikasa for long.
Mikasa pudgy, pouty face quickly twisted into a nasty scowl. The former top soldier of humanity's Scouting Legion pressed her fat, soft girth into Sasha
RWBY: Cheesecake Attack"Argh, I think I've gotten even fatter!"
Weiss peeled away her shirt, damp and sticky with sweat after a lengthy gym class, to reveal her fat gut, which had undeniably grown since she last forced herself to acknowledge it. Weiss crinkled her nose, scowling in disgust. Her stomach completely blocked her feet. She sucked in her belly, hoping to remove the bulge of fat enough to see the tips of her toes, but still no luck. Weiss released her breath and a hiss of rage along with it. Her pudgy, thick belly slapped against her thighs as it spilled over her waist, just like the doughy ball of gooey fluff it was. Weiss fumed; she had thought she could get her eating under control, but every time she saw something she wanted to eat, namely sweets or deliciously fatty foods, she couldn't stop herself before she'd shoved it into her mouth, her will-power at an all-time low. Spending time with Blake helped little in matters; Blake was no longer a thin and slender faunus, and although it made Weiss
RWBY: Cookie Attack Pt. 1Some time earlier, preceding the events of the last two chapters...
'Oh man! Oh man! Oh man! Weiss is so going to kill me when she gets her hands on me! Oh crap! Oh man!'
Ruby sat huddled beneath a tree in the school garden, cloaked under its wide shadow. She had her knees drawn to her chest, arms wrapped around them for a sense of security. Her eyes darted back and forth as she scanned the passing crowds, hoping that she would not spy a chubby white-haired girl half-hidden among the many students. She knew it was only a matter of time, just a moment's wait, before the vengeful Schnee would be upon her. Ruby slapped herself to try and calm herself, but it only heightened her fear even more. Nothing was worse than a slighted friend, especially a slighted friend with an entire super-powerful, family-owned company capable of backing up her threats. Ruby dashed back to the tree for safety.
She wrapped her cloak around herself. A good part of her common sense was telling her to come clean t
RWBY: Cookie Attack Pt. 2"...Are you telling me...Ruby made me like this...because she...she..."
Yang nodded. "Because she wanted to see how you would look like this way, yes."
Weiss ground her teeth, her chubby cheeks jostling lightly. "For such a stupid reason, that little twit did this to me...?"
"It's not like that!" Blake corrected them both.
"What? Ruby never really explained it to me why she wanted us to help her stuff Weiss, but damn it, when she uses those big adorable puppy-dog eyes on me, how in the hell am I supposed to say no?" Yang quipped back. She opened her fanny-pack tied around her bulbous right thigh, that was pinching the soft, loose flesh, and took out a slice of cheesecake. She shoved it whole into her mouth.
Blake shook her head. "It's a little more complicated than that. Ruby explained it to me."
"Eh? No way!" Yang barked, spattering her black-haired friend's face with cheese cake crumbs, "Why would she tell you when she could tell her big sister?"
"It's BECAUSE you're her big sister t
RWBY: Donut AttackWeiss, the 'White' of team RWBY, was not exactly in the mood that day of living up to her color's themes.
"Dammit, Yang, where the hell did you go with my textbooks? If I don't pass this class because of you, I'm handing in your head for extra credit!"
The snow-haired young woman stomped all across the dormitory, her heels digging holes into the carpeted flooring, as she called for the heads of her two friends, temperament flaring even higher still. There was no one around, as far as she could tell. It was still early in the day, and most of the female students were at class or doing other activities, leaving the dorms abandoned. Weiss was about ready to lose it, contemplating to get her revenge on the blonde by destroying her bed with ice magic. She wasn't going to let anyone, not even Ruby's sister, her own teammate, make a fool out of her.
Thanks to her guard being lowered, Weiss remained totally unaware of the person sneaking up behind her, or what was about to transpire.
A pair of
A Turning Point in the Clockwork WarA war of attrition
depends on supply and drawdown,
how much you have and how much you use up.
With personnel, the balance concerns
the influx of recruitment versus
the outflow of casualties, deserters, invalids.
There is only so much loss
that a fighting force can sustain
and still fight.
Pilot Claude Archer was the first
to challenge his invalid discharge.
"I don't need legs to fly," he said,
patting the healed stumps of his thighs.
"My Osprey runs on elbow grease."
The members of the discharge board
paused and looked at each other.
What he said was true.
The Osprey-class fighter jets
relied on hand controls,
and a sharp eye and iron nerve.
Fingers flicked through the stack
of discharge papers -- so many, many pages.
So many soldiers lost, never to fight again.
They could not afford to let slip even one
who might be retained, somehow,
to face the front line once more.
Far less could the war effort spare
one of its best pilots.
So they put Pilot Archer back on the roster,
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