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: 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
Dani's 'Diet' pt. 3So Dani and I have been together for a good while now, and let's just say she's looking exactly how you'd expect: fatter.
Pretty significantly, too, I'm a bit surprised, considering she wasn't trying to gain or anything. Apparently, just knowing I was okay with her getting bigger gave her permission to eat like she always wanted, meaning she's been eating a teensy bit more than the doctor would recommend, and by 'a teensy bit more,' I mean like eight thousand calories more.
She shot past the two hundred pound mark, which didn't cause the kind of freak-out you'd expect from what I told you about last time. She wasn't exactly overjoyed, but she didn't have a panic attack either. Kept overeating, like normal. I'm estimating she's probably up to about 225 by now, which is fat by anybody's standards, for pretty much any woman, but on Dani, well, short as she is, and the sheer, ungodly amount of junk food she eats on a daily basis, she's looking more and more like a hippopotamus every
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
The Heavy Music Club 2K-On WG:
Tsumugi parted her dainty little lips, allowing a large forkful of chocolate-chip pancake to pass. She was eating by herself, having a nice breakfast in bed, because she had developed a new habit of eating whenever she was stressed. Her reasons for stress were more than one, but all these troubles revolved her friends and fellow band mates in the light music club. Mio, Ritsu, Azusa, Yui…they were all getting so fat lately. They’d been overweight for some time, but things were really starting to roll out of control, as were the girls’ bulging waistlines.
Club meetings were devoid of any instrumental training, it was just casual chatting and eating, eating, eating. Not even Mio and Azusa, usually the two girls who put the most emphasis on practice, could keep themselves from succumbing to the delicious wonder of high-quality sweets; there was no question that Ritsu and Yui had long since fallen already. Tsumugi took a quick sip from her glass of milk, ate anot
sugarbellies"Do you really think this is a good idea?" Alice squeaked, getting on the tip of her toes on the top of the ladder, to place pink-filled decorations on the once naked wall. A bit of her belly somehow managed to poke it's way through her shirt's delicate hem, and no matter what, Alice just couldn't seem to pull her shirt far enough below her waistline to cover up. She couldn't help but blush at the idea of someone else staring at her tummy, especially when it was too blatant to ignore.
"I mean... look, I know the prince is coming, and I know you want the bakery to look p-presentable..." Alice reddened, as she tripped over her words. "But why do I have to do all the decorations when I can hardly reach the ceiling on this ladder, Ellie?"
Ellie sighed, happily at the sight of Alice's tummy. "Well," Ellie began, tapping a finger at her chin, "you can reach more easily than me!"
Alice was nearly fumbling to stand on the top of the ladder, and e