RWBY Beach Trip Pt 5

Series: RWBY

Characters: Weiss, Blake

Contains: Female weight gain

Reward for Magnus

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The two girls didn’t speak as they left the bathroom, their skin still damp and lightly steaming. The events that took place in the shower would remain between them, but neither was ashamed of what transpired.

They entered the living room, and Weiss sighed. “That shower was supposed to relax me, but now I’m exhausted.” She turned to face Blake, moving so quickly that her belly swung around and squished against Blake’s.

Blake was slightly startled but didn’t step back. She lingered close, feeling her and Weiss’s bellies gently squish together. “Am I supposed to apologize?”

“No, but you will make it up to me.” Weiss gestured toward the couch. “Lie down, there should be enough room for the two of us.” She reached out and gently grasped a handful of Blake’s arm fat. She lacked the strength to pull Blake but nudged her in that direction.

The couch was a deep sectional, so there was enough room for the two to lie side by side. It would require them to squish together, but it was possible. Blake waddled over and crawled onto the couch. This unintentionally pushed her rump up in the air, making Weiss blush and glance away. It didn’t last long as Blake rotated and lay on her side. Her butt cheeks pressed against the backrest of the couch, while her belly flowed over the seat and onto the large ottoman.

Weiss waddled over and mimicked Blake’s movements. She rolled onto her side and scooted back. She didn’t care that Blake’s belly smooshed against her back, or how she pressed her butt against Blake’s waist. She shifted and adjusted her position until she was comfortable, then closed her eyes. “Ah, that’s nice…” She murmured. The couch had more room than she expected, but the furthest curve of her belly still drooped toward the floor. It was fine for now as she only intended to nap lightly.

Blake blushed as she snaked her arms around Weiss. She felt how warm and soft the girl was and thought back to their shower encounter. She closed her eyes to distract herself, but her mind flooded with images of Weiss’s naked form. Her folds, the luxurious softness of them. Even the smell of her skin stirred feelings in her. She leaned closer, inadvertently pressing her breasts against Weiss’s plump back. Her lips neared Weiss’s neck before she restrained herself.

“You mentioned having feelings for Yang?” Blake murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Weiss groaned. “I have a lot of feelings toward that woman, but yes, some of them are…affectionate.” She felt her cheeks heat up. “There’s something about her that drives me crazy, but not in the usual way.”

Blake hesitated before she said anything. “I think I feel the same about Ruby. Not exactly, but…you know.” She sighed and started to fidget with her hands. However, the closest thing to her hands was Weiss’s belly. Her digits kneaded and poked at the supple fat, moulding it within her palms. Weiss squeaked and wiggled slightly in response. “She’s always had this charming, adorable quality to her. It’s gotten even more intense as she gained weight. I just can’t get enough of her.”

“Y-yes, and the sky is blue! It’s obvious you’ve been infatuated with her n-now stop squeezing me!” Weiss nudged her elbow back into Blake’s belly. That got her attention, and she stopped fondling Weiss. “Perhaps we should both be honest with our feelings for the rest of this trip. That is, unless we intend on showering together again.” Weiss glanced back at Blake, who uncharacteristically turned bright pink.

“I…wouldn’t be opposed,” Blake murmured.

Weiss rolled her eyes. “Goodness, you’re always so stern and reserved. Take one shower with someone, and that all fades away.” She grinned and sighed. “Fine, be that way. I’m taking a nap, though. No squeezing.” Weiss closed her eyes and rested her head on a pillow.

Blake did the same, nuzzling closer as she allowed herself to drift off to sleep.

As Weiss drifted deeper into sleep, she began to dream. It was a dream so vivid and intense that she swore she could smell the things within it. Delicate sweets, more savory meats, and a very familiar perfume. A perfume that she most associated with a vivacious blonde.

Weiss’s eyes fluttered open in her dream, and she took in the surroundings. They were vague and non-defined. It was as if she were in a softly colored void. She had the potential to focus on the details, but they were nothing compared to the defined image in front of her.

It was Yang, certainly. However, she weighed over a thousand pounds. Her body was clothed only in a bikini, and she lay splayed across the ground. She was flat on her back, which Weiss could tell was lined from rolls thanks to her profile. Her arms and legs were so bloated with fat that they seemed immobile. One limb possibly weighed as much as Weiss had before she was coaxed into gaining weight. They were so thick and meaty that she could barely wrap her arms around one if she so tried.

A massive, bloated belly rose and fell with Yang’s breath. Despite lying on the ground, the highest peak of her gut was as tall as Weiss. She saw it as a beautiful mound of flab that she ached to touch. There was so much fat that she imagined herself enveloped in its softness, sinking into its warmth as she ground her hips against it. Just the thought set her core alight and she started to walk toward.

Weiss took in more sights as she did. Yang’s breasts were her next most impressive feature. They were so large and her cleavage was so deep that Weiss could slot her entire body between them. They strained her bikini top, which only held on with the thinnest of spaghetti straps. It was indecent! To show so much skin, to knowingly tempt her! That made some frustrations boil within, but sleep drowned Weiss’s inhibitions. Instead of images of scolding Yang, Weiss was plagued with ideas of how she would show Yang. She would squeeze and fondle those immense globs of fat that rivaled beanbag chairs in size. Yang would certainly know her mistake when she was being smacked and groped by Weiss. Hell, Yang should THANK Weiss for her counsel and ministrations.

Just as Weiss was about to touch Yang, the blonde opened one eye. Her lips curled into a smile, and creases appeared between her lips and flabby cheeks. “Heya, Ice Queen~” Yang groaned and shifted. Somehow, she managed to sit upright. Her body jiggled as she seated herself, and her belly flowed between her legs. Her breasts rested heavily atop her gut and sagged somewhat lopsided over its upper curves.

This posture revealed Yang’s rear. It was more restrained than the rest of her, but it looked able to crush the couch that Weiss currently slept on. The bikini bottom was only visible across the cheeks, but it hardly covered anything. It looked like it would be small on Weiss…

Weiss trembled as she saw this. Her body shook and ached for the blonde. She bit her lip and clenched her fists. ‘No! No, do not give in to her.’ Weiss thought even as she leaned forward to embrace Yang. She held her arms out wide as she pressed her body to Yang’s belly. It was warm, oh gods, it was so warm. Weiss moaned as she nuzzled closer. She felt Yang’s fat envelope her arms, legs, her entire front, and the half of her face she pressed to it.

Yang reciprocated with an arm around Weiss. It seemed she could move the gargantuan limbs. That movement was used to press Weiss deeper. “Finally come around, huh? Good, I got this fat just for you~”

The words made Weiss twitch with excitement. Of course, Yang would do this. She wanted to get a rise out of Weiss every second of the day. It was natural that she would do this to her body just to taunt Weiss. To entice her into giving in and accepting the bloated bimbo.

Weiss huffed and simply tucked herself further into Yang. That was until she felt Yang’s hand go lower, toward her butt. She blushed and yelped as she felt an impressively fat hand cop a feel of her cheeks. Before she could scold Yang, the blonde started to push up. She meant to lift Weiss. Weiss cooperated and climbed atop Yang. There she managed to lie between Yang’s breasts. It only took a little more to wriggle and be face to face with Yang. Yang didn’t hesitate and kissed Weiss, who in turn leaned in.

Weiss blushed exaggeratedly as she felt softness all around her. She was fully enveloped between Yang’s breasts, and through the kiss, she felt Yang’s cheeks and chins squish against her. Her hands groped at as much fat as she could handle before a tingle enveloped her entire form. This was not just lust that built toward a crescendo. No, this was an intense buzz that crept through her fat.

New weight assailed Weiss as she squished against Yang. She felt her belly bloat and swell beneath her. It squished against Yang’s belly fat. The two great rifts of flab seemed to embrace each other as the latter grew to match it.

Weiss wrapped her increasingly flabby arms around Yang’s head to ensure they didn’t break apart. As her belly grew, her body rapidly shifted in position. It was her largest asset and raced to maintain that position. This eventually caused it to flow and cascade over Yang’s blubbery form. It quickly became wider than Yang and managed to gently touch the ground at her sides.

Weiss’s legs had quickly thickened into lumps that protruded from her hips. They were so thick and round that no segment could be properly identified. They remained smooth and curved, but joints were indecipherable from the pale flesh. Even her feet had been swallowed up in the ceaseless growth and flow of new fat. Her hips widened roughly to be like Yang’s. Certainly not massive compared to her other proportions, but still enough to dwarf her former size and ensure no furniture could handle her.

Butt cheeks swelled with the ease and speed of balloons being filled with air. Though, air was light and balloons were dainty. Weiss’s ass was visibly heavy and sagged with gradual curves that outlined immense weight. This weight aroused Weiss to no end. To be so heavy that she couldn’t move was a divine experience. To have her heavy form squished down upon Yang’s elevated it to a dimension that no word could comprehend.

Her back was consumed with slabs of fat that rose to her shoulders. If her past self had seen her like this, then she would be shocked into a comatose state. That was fine, Weiss should have scolded her past self for being so skinny. This, the state she was currently in, was what all life should aspire to be. It was the pinnacle of existence. To be massively obese and pressed against someone of equal size. Why else would one go on?

As if stirred by her passion, Yang began to grow too. The duo’s bodies surged outward in all directions. They filled outward with additional fat that buried their forms. Feminine shape slightly waned, but the curves and mounds of fat grew exponentially. She didn’t want it to stop. She wanted to grow continuously with Yang in this wonderful dream scape.

The vague, colored space around them was gradually more filled. Barely immobile forms quickly became complete blobs. These were ones that would never be shifted without the aid of heavy machinery. Weiss didn’t care. She was content to rest atop Yang and kiss her plump lips for all eternity. The two maintained the deep kiss as their bodies were enlarged further and further. With no end in sight except the inevitable wakefulness, Weiss indulged herself in the intense weight of her dream form. She had no idea how large she had become, but she liked to imagine herself larger than even the largest of whales. If her position ever changed, then let her and Yang sit side by side on the beach. Both so massive that they stretch across the sands with the furthest points of their bellies being lapped at by the sea.

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Weiss’s eyes opened, but all she saw was darkness. She had to wiggle her head before she managed to see light. A twinge of agitation hit her. Not because she was roused from her sleep, but because WHY she was roused.

Blake had rolled atop her in her sleep. The fat cat snored, something that had become common once she gained weight. She was blissfully unaware that she smothered her snuggling partner.

Weiss pushed her hands against Blake’s shoulders and tried to shift out from under her. This quickly backfired as she only made the position look more suggestive. Her arms tired, and Blake slumped forward. So, Weiss’s face was stuffed between her breasts. Her legs had also spread apart, so they straddled Blake’s hips.

Weiss blushed furiously and tried to move Blake. If anyone saw this, then she would die of embarrassment! Yes, yes, the shower time they had shared, but that was intimate and private! This was garish and visible to anyone!

“Blake! Blake, wake up! I need you to move!” Weiss hissed. If she had shouted, someone would have heard and investigated.

Blake groaned in her sleep and shifted slightly. This only caused her body to rub against Weiss’s. Her shirt rode up and an exposed boob popped free. Weiss could feel the nipple against her cheek, and she shuddered. To make it worse, Blake made a suggestive groan, a hair’s breadth from a moan. She pressed her hips against Weiss and shifted slightly. In her sleep, Blake tried to get comfortable. If anyone else saw this, then they’d think the two girls were striving for afternoon delight.

Weiss groaned. “You get five minutes before I throw you off!” Despite this, Weiss felt the desire to let Blake sleep. This position…she wanted to try some things with it later.

TO BE CONTINUED