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: 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
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
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
Summer Punishment - P1Driving twenty miles out west, with nothing but the sun making him sweat, plastering shirt to chest, Miles reclined in his side seat as his mother kept driving him on. He wished he could be the one driving. He felt so powerless in the side seat. Still, crashing your car into the light pole would revoke your car driving privileges for an entire summer.
His mother didn’t even look at him.
It wasn’t his fault. It was dark, and a dog ran into the street. He swerved, and hit a pole. It could’ve happened to everyone. He was nineteen! Surely he deserved a little more respect. Still, all the shouting and yelling had been done yesterday, and the resolution had been made.
Miles would spend June to August, until he returned to college, with his mom’s friend Carol, along with her two daughters, Christine and Regina.
The last time he saw Carol was around New Years, but he hadn’t seen Christine and Regina since they were kids. His vaguest memories of the two brown haire