Blake Descriptor

I forgot to post this yesterday. Sorry.

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Blake was not the usual nocturnal snacker in the RWBY dorm. Perhaps she didn’t have enough at dinner to hold her until breakfast? Either way, she lumbered toward the kitchen on pillar-like legs. Each massive thigh brushed against the other, their supple excess wobbling constantly. Each leg was wider around than a barrel from hip to knee. Even the cone-shaped fat that tapered at meaty cankles were wider than her former waistline. Blake hardly cared, though. As long as she could waddle. 

However, Blake wouldn’t mind casting mobility aside if she had the means. Weiss, yes Weiss, she could enable that lifestyle. Blake would muse further when she wasn’t delirious with sleep.

Blake stretched her arms above her head. They were not as girthy as her legs, but they were a far cry from their former litheness. The upper halves were densely packed with fat. Thick, meaty, and harder to manage. Most of the difficulty was the rest of her mass, but pillow-sized bingo wings were heavy and unwieldy. 

It was especially an issue when her arms had to contend with the bulbous fat to her sides and pillowy breasts at her front. Every part of Blake was coated in blubber. A slender torso with barely visible ribs was now a mass of flesh. Rolls wrapped around her and hid away any subtle impression of bone or musculature. 

Before Blake was even more of her bulk. A mighty, two-tiered belly rested on her thighs, stacked upon itself, and ultimately supported breasts much larger than she ever expected. Her mother had been obese and voluptuous, but Blake had no idea where the genes for her chest came from. Each was three times the size of her head (fat cheeks and extra chin included). They pressed against her purple, lacy bra. The massive cups supported them perfectly. There was no risk of the fleshy mounds flopping free. Though they were jostled in Blake’s trek. These jiggles carried into the upper roll of her belly. This meaty roll was the smaller of the two, but it was still broader than her shoulders. It was too thick to fit on one hand, but close enough that Blake could reach to stuff her fingers under it…if she wanted to. The roll beneath it was three times as thick in the middle, but only twice as thick at the sides. This was the mighty roll that conquered most of Blake’s midsection. It was the roll that splayed over her thighs that absorbed and enhanced her love handles, and served as the epicenter of her midnight cravings. Muffled rumbles managed to be heard through all the fat. 

It wasn’t Blake’s biggest asset, though. Hardly, perhaps not even close! 

Blake stepped into the kitchen and lowered herself onto a bench. Team RWBY had traded any seats in for wide, sturdy benches months ago. Nothing else would support their bulk. 

Blake tiredly tested the edge of the bench against her thighs. She made sure she was centered lest she just roll off the side. Once confident, Blake lowered herself onto the bench. She could feel the cushions compress instantly. Her weight continued to push down as the supports groaned but held. That allowed her to sigh in relief as she rested back against her prime asset.

Blake’s butt was tremendous. Gargantuan hardly described it. What word would one ascribe to a body part that comprised half their weight? It was her widest part, stretching to be greater than her height. From top to bottom, each cheek was as tall as her legs. She could feel the fat rise to her upper back. She was used to this. Her butt had long been a support for her back whenever seated. She could also reach behind and lay her arm atop the massive curves of her butt. If she wanted to, that is. One reason might be to adjust panties that could cover an entire twin bed. That hardly felt like anything as Blake’s butt matched a king-sized mattress in width. Curves stretched and arced, smooth and long, only to suddenly curve as they impacted another cheek. Down, tucking further into the bottom where they squished against the punished bench. Not only broad and thick but massively protruding. From the furthest area of bulbous butt cheeks to the forefront of a flabby belly roll, Blake was a behemoth. Her former self could lie across this expanse in any position and fail to avoid touching fat. 

“I wonder what my past self would think of me?” Blake thought, dozing slightly. She imagined her former, skinny self being shocked…then excited…Blake’s lips curled into a tired smile as she imagined the interaction turning more intimate.

The thought was cut off by her growling stomach. Blake had forgotten her desire for a midnight snack. Her arms lazily stretched into midair. Nothing. She had forgotten to grab a snack before she sat down. 

Blake sighed. “We need to move the fridge. It should be within arm's reach of bed.” She whined, uncharacteristic, but she was tired. She’d eventually get the strength to rise. Then she could fill her belly and plan an argument to convince Weiss. ‘If that fails, I’ll just sit on her until she agrees.’

Blake further mused as she prepared to stand. At this rate, she’d be snacking well into the morning and straight into breakfast…

THE END