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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
Dani's 'Diet' pt. 2So. . . today was an interesting day. Much unexpected.
Started when I saw Dani again. Mall, same as last time, only in the parking lot, as we were both headed to our cars.
I actually saw her first this time, so she didn’t smash into me at her own not-actually-very-fast-but-oh-my-god-fun-to-watch full speed, a fact my ribs are thankful for. On second thought, it wouldn’t have been as bad this time. She definitely looked like she’d be slower. Not to mention softer. Before I go on, I should specify, it’s been six months since last time we saw each other. And I don’t think I properly got the idea of just how big Dani is. Even then, she was the kind of woman who took up more than on she’s. . . put on a few pounds in that time. A few implies less than ten, so maybe I should say she’s gotten. . . a LOT fatter? That sounds more accurate. In any case, I can say for a fact now, I LIKE the way Dani’s diet has shaped her figure out!
I sneaked u
Dani's 'Diet'Went to the mall today. Saw Dani Taylor for the first time since graduation. More accurately, she saw me. Tackled me outside of JC Penney’s, actually.
It took me a second to recover from the impact. Dani is kind of a. . . Well, not to be insensitive, but let’s say she’s sort of a ‘larger’ girl, and leave it at that. That’s an understatement, really, Dani’s straight up fat. I’m thinking she was about 170, 180 pounds at graduation, which I know, doesn’t sound like a LOT, and on most girls it’s NOT, but Dani’s not a tall girl. Calling her ‘not tall’ is still overstating her height a bit; Dani’s not even five foot; she’s ALMOST four ten. To make it even more obvious how fat those 180 pounds make her, she’d be overweight at 120.
Anyway, it was kind of a lot of weight to have slamming into your unsuspecting side. I saw it was her, and I’ll be honest, I didn
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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