CM Haunted Restaurant (Patreon)

Series: RWBY

Characters: Reader POV, Weiss, Blake

Contains: Rapid weight gain, force feeding, stuckage

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Days off with friends had near limitless possibilities, but an inevitability was finding something to eat. You stared at the restaurant Weiss had selected skeptically. Weiss had become more laid back since she arrived at Beacon, but you were surprised she picked the shabby-looking diner. You had failed to come up with ideas for lunch, so you didn’t want to complain.

“Are we sure this place is open?” Blake asked. Thankfully, she asked the exact question you had.

Weiss scoffed. “Of course, I’m sure. It says so online.” She held her phone up to you two. It indeed said the diner was open. “I know it’s…rustic, but I’m sure it’ll be passable. Now come along.” Weiss grabbed your hand and guided you inside. 

You blushed softly as the heiress’s soft hand wrapped around yours. It didn’t take much to let Weiss drag you along anywhere…

The three of you entered the diner and sat at the bar. The stools were the classic round, red cushions you’d see in old movies. They were surprisingly comfy, too. Not enough to distract from the fact that there were no employees, though. 

“How are we supposed to order?” Blake asked, looking past you at Weiss. 

Again, Weiss was slightly taken aback. “I read something about it being automatic. Surely there’s something to manage it. Perhaps…”

You looked around the diner as Weiss tried to figure something out. The inside looked as run-down as the outside. Not as if the place was abandoned for years, but it had to be out of use for a few months. The countertop and stools were fine, but everything else was dusty or busted up. All of the booths were broken in one way or another. 

DING!

A bell suddenly rang, and the entire countertop moved like a conveyor belt. A panel in the wall opened, and food started to come out. Once the countertop ceased, an entire meatloaf was in front of Weiss, a large basket of fries and a burger for you, and Blake had a basket of battered and fried fish. Each dish came with a large soda and condiments on the side. 

Weiss smiled, satisfied. “See? I told you-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Blake murmured.

“Come on, girls, let’s all get along. This is a fun day!” You said and placed a gentle hand on each of their shoulders. “The place might look a bit shabby, but the food smells great! I bet it’s part of the charm.” You didn’t buy that fully, but the food looked good. You took it upon yourself to try it first. You lifted the burger in both hands and took a bite. The burger was greasy and juicy, but the flavor was beyond expectations. You hardly finished your first bite before you took a second. 

Weiss opted to use a fork for her meal. The first bite quickly bled into the second and third. She was the type to slowly savor her food. That wasn’t the case this time. She stuffed her face as if she were starving. 

Blake was the last to eat, and she fell into the same loop. The first bite enthralled her. She proceeded to stuff her face with fried fish and potatoes. 

And that was how time seemed to pass. You don’t remember when you finished your burger. You just remember more food being in front of you. It was there, then why shouldn’t you eat it? You stuffed your face without much thought aside from how delicious everything was. Sometimes you drank soda, other times it was a creamy milkshake or malt. It stopped mattering at a point. You just wanted to eat what was in front of you. You didn’t care that your pants felt more snug or that your belly crept across your lap. The food was what was important.

Your belly swelled like a balloon. Only, instead of air or water, your gut was pure fat. It softened as it expanded, morphing over the top of your thighs. It started to sag over the sides of your legs once it became wide enough. Though this gradually became a constant battle as your thighs bulged with new thickness. They provided more support for a belly that tried to race them in growing larger. You were unaware, but your thighs eventually won that battle as your belly couldn’t keep up. 

These plush thighs were accompanied by broad hips that rolled off the side of your stool. Fat bunched around the waistband of your jeans before it started to spill over in a soft muffin top. Further stress was put on your pants by your ass, which bulged out with thick layers of fat. The seat of your pants and the cushion beneath you struggled to hold back and support the pillowy cheek. There was no stop in sight as you couldn’t bring yourself to quit eating. That thought had no place in your mind. 

You continued to eat even when there was evidence right beneath your nose. That evidence was your breasts. They had bulged and filled into sizable orbs of fat, sagging under their weight with diminished support from your bra. They were already larger than your head and rested atop your lap-filling belly. Some excuses could be made as food was closer to your face than your bust. 

That excuse didn’t work as well with your arms. They had steadily bloated and thickened with fat. You developed bingo wings that waggled and gently bounced against your sides. The short sleeves of your t-shirt pinched the fat that built there, pronouncing the bulge of blubber where the fabric ended. The fat within the sleeves was slightly compressed. Some popped threads revealed that the sleeve would inevitably split to free that doughy flesh. 

You hardly cared. At most, you would use one hand to lazily adjust your clothes. Your shirt had slid over the soft curve of your belly as it enlarged and elongated. The furthest curve of your belly had reached your knees, and the button of your pants had long since popped free.

Weiss and Blake likewise swelled with thick fat and blubber. Their hips widened and rolled off the edges of their booths, and their butt cheeks thickened and rounded in time. Weiss’s were more rounded and bubbly, while Blake’s cheeks were boxier and sagged at the furthest edges. It was hard to say who was wider, but both girls became wide enough that their hips squished against yours. 

Blake had the rounder and thicker thighs of the pair. Hers squished together, stretching the limited fabric of her shorts. Her left thigh pressed against yours, but neither of you noticed. The food was too enthralling to take in other details. It was just a faint pressure in the back of your mind. Weiss’s legs weren’t thin compared to yours, but they didn’t curve or waver much. They were just thick and a little smoother. Fat rolled over her knees, though. That would certainly limit her to an awkward waddle if she eventually stood. 

Weiss could beat Blake when it came to her belly. It rolled over her lap until it touched the underside of the table. It flowed over the sides of her thighs like a marshmallow waterfall, too. It folded in the middle, granting her two thick belly rolls. Blake’s gut was rounded and fit within the perch of her lap. That hardly diminished what looked like a thick dollop of cream. 

That was where the contest of size stopped being a toss-up. Neither Weiss nor Blake had breasts to match yours. Theirs were sizable, but they weren’t larger than their heads. Yours were nearly twice as large as yours. Their arms were puffy, but they didn’t have the fleshy bingo wings you boasted. 

Perhaps that’s why it was your chair that let out the first shrill groan of defeat. You didn’t hear the sound. You just noticed your food seemed further away. You tried to reach as it seemed further and further until you fell backward. Your butt and well-padded back broke the fall, so the impact was just enough to jar you. You blinked and stared at the ceiling before you tried to sit up. Only, your new weight made that difficult. You tried to lean forward, but your chest and belly got in the way. Your arms didn’t want to bend the way they should, and your hips were too broad to roll onto your side. “Uh…what happened?” You murmured.

Thankfully, your fall wasn’t unnoticed. Your thighs touching Blake and Weiss meant they were turned slightly when you fell. They hardly had to turn their heads to see you splayed on the floor.

“Woah…” Blake’s eyes widened as she looked at how fat you had become. You might have been a bit chubby before, but what Blake saw was complete obesity. 

Weiss was equally flustered. “How could you have gained so much weight?!”

That was when Weiss and Blake looked at each other, then at themselves. They realized that they were also obese. Neither could pull a response for that. They stammered and looked at each other before you spoke up.

“Could I get some people?” You asked and tried to chuckle. The sound came out heavily strained. The weight of your chest made it hard to make the light, fluttering sound. Thankfully, Blake and Weiss moved in sync. Each grabbed one of your hands and tried to lift you. This was complicated because their bellies got in the way. You squished against their soft guts, and your breasts were pushed up into your face. 

“Oh, um, what if I er…no, that won’t work.” Weiss leaned forward, but her belly slid across her thighs. This caused it to squish against your stomach. Anytime Weiss tried to lift you, your stomachs were smooshed together, and no progress was made.

Blake kneeled beside you and still fared no better. She tried to get one arm under you, but she couldn’t get a proper grip. Your back fat only squished between Blake’s fingers. Then, whenever she tried to lift as you tried to lean forward, you only squished your chest against Blake’s stuffed midsection. 

“This isn’t working.” You sighed. “Here, Weiss, take my right hand and pull. Blake, you try and push me from your side.”

Both did as suggested. That helped to shift you onto one hip and then your belly. The process was awkward, but it made the most progress. You pushed your hands to the floor, slowly rose a few inches, then Weiss and Blake helped you to your feet. 

Now the group was on their feet, but the question of why you were so overweight remained unseen. You were about to speak before another DING sounded. You and your friends turned, but the countertop conveyor belt hadn’t started moving. Instead, food floated out of the panel from earlier. It floated through the air and toward you. It struck like a snake the second you opened your mouth. The food stuffed itself down your throat, and you felt your stomach swell outward. More quickly followed, and soon your mouth was constantly full. You didn’t have a second without food flowing down your throat. All your protests were muffled, and more fat was packed onto your frame. 

Your hips widened by the second, the leggings of your pants exploded around your puffy thighs, your shirt became a glorified bra as it couldn’t cover any of your belly, your breasts continued to swell like balloons, your arms tried to swat the food away only to fail, and your face thickened with puffy cheeks and an extra chin.

You turned away, but that didn’t help. The food floated all around you. It continued to stuff your face, and you stumbled blindly through the restaurant. 

The same happened with Blake and Weiss. Their bodies grew just as quickly as yours, and they wandered without aim. The only thing seen through the flurry of food were brief glimpses of each other. 

You reached out and grabbed something round and soft. You initially wondered if you accidentally groped one of your friends’ breasts, but a glimpse of white hair meant that couldn’t be true. Weiss had no such chest to grope! Another blind grope further down squeezed a handful of arm fat. It seems you had initially found Weiss’s shoulder. You grabbed firmly and pulled Weiss closer.

Being closer helped block some of the food, but you mostly didn’t want to be separated. You tried to pull Weiss even closer, but something was in the way. Another glance confirmed that her hip was pressed against your belly.

“Holy smhfff!” You exclaimed as another diner burger stuffed itself into your mouth. What you saw before that was the sheer thickness and bubbly shape of Weiss’s ass! You were certain yours was thick and out there, but Weiss looked like she had stuffed a pair of yoga balls under her dress…you were kind of jealous.

Weiss grabbed a handful of your shirt, accidentally squeezing your breast as she did. She tried to pull you, but you only managed a few stumbling steps before you ran into something soft. When that something grabbed two handfuls of your gut, you figured it was Blake.

That was good, though. You grabbed Blake back, and you leaned toward Weiss.

Weiss nimbly used her free hand to knock food away. It was a sacrifice of her figure, but she realized swatting the food toward her mouth allowed a better window to see. She guided you and Blake toward the front entrance. She attempted to throw her weight toward the door only to stumble.

You and Blake were pulled forward, and you felt your body hit the door…but you stopped. Your vision was clear, you saw the outside!

However, you, Blake, and Weiss had tried to go through the door all at once.

So, you were stuck.

Bad.

Your trio of obese bodies was wedged tight. Weiss was to the left and the furthest out, but you leaned against her hip. Your gut spilled over her hips and smooshed against the side of her belly. Meanwhile, Blake was caught between your hips while her right hip squished the door. It was an awkward angle that put her chest on your shoulder. You could feel the heat, heft, and softness of her left boob against your cheek.

“Uh…push?” You murmured and chuckled nervously.

Weiss groaned. “Sadly, I cannot. I can’t bend my ankles right…I’m only standing because we’re stuck.”

“Same,” Blake sighed. “I’m on my tippy toes over here.”

“Fair, but our heads are outside. Maybe the food can’t…get to…us…sorry.” You hung your head in shame as food floated out of the restaurant and hovered in front of your faces.

The food lunged forward once again. Earlier, you, Weiss, and Blake flailed about helplessly as you were stuffed, but now you were truly helpless. You were all wedged so tightly that you couldn’t push back or forward. Each second brought more pounds and further stuckage. Each of you tried to wriggle free to no avail. Food stuffed your cheeks, fat poured over your frame, and your body squished and jiggled against the other girls.

You tried to reach out and grab something. Unfortunately, all your hands found were girl fat. Sometimes you groped yourself, most of the time, you groped Weiss. The heiress squeaked as she felt your hand squish handfuls of her butt. You occasionally found a handful of Blake, but it was harder. Blake’s bulk pressed against your right arm, so it couldn’t bend too much. Still, that arm rubbed against Blake’s belly and occasionally grabbed the furthest flabby parts.

Just as you groped, you were groped. You felt hands on your body as well as heavy mounds of fat pressed against you. Even through all the urgency…it was exciting. None of you looked bad, and the food was delicious. Was it so bad to eat a little more? You started to fall under the food’s influence again, moaning softly as you felt your body grow further.

Your stomach swelled until it managed to touch the ground in front of you. Despite being out of the restaurant, where you thought safety would be, it was being crammed full of haunted food. It rose like dough, filling and billowing outward in a weighty, heavy mass. Your breasts filled out rounder, pressed tightly within your shirt. It was likely only a matter of time before the fabric would tear away, but for now, it remained incredibly taut. You saw your cheeks swell in your peripheral view, and you felt your extra chin thicken to a sausage-sized roll. Your thighs bulged and thickened, squished against themselves and your friends. Your butt, still within the restaurant, widened until it could have filled the side booths all on its own. Part of you thanked the sizable cheeks, though. If they hadn’t broken your stool earlier, then you would likely still be at the counter. You’d still be willingly stuffing your face as opposed to being force-fed.

Oh well, it made little difference.

Weiss and Blake continued to fill out in their respective shapes, their bodies squished against yours in the tight embrace of the stuffed doorframe. Weiss had remained conscious this time, so her face was twisted with anxiety. It was only visible through her eyes as her puffy cheeks and rounded chin couldn’t display the momentary horror. Blake was like you, more enthralled by the food and chewed willingly. Her breasts continued to creep over her back, and she leaned against your hip. One of her hands snaked around to grope at your apron of a belly.

That lean was instrumental. The doorframe cracked and groaned before it gave way! Your trio fell forward and bounced slightly.

The way you landed was no more graceful than the doorway’s confinement. Weiss was stuck on her side, but she might as well have been a turtle on its back. Her butt and gut reached out so far that there was no way she’d be able to rise on her own. It didn’t help that one arm was wedged under her bulk, and the other couldn’t reach around her mass.

You landed atop Weiss. Her stomach was as soft as a mattress and almost as large. The heiress’s blubber eagerly welcomed your weight and softness, providing incredible comfort and warmth in exchange. You almost wanted to fondle this flesh, but your mind cleared from the food. So, you blushed feverishly and stumbled over some apologies. Nothing coherent, though. Your hands squished and unintentionally played with Weiss’s fat as you tried to lift yourself. It took arm strength you didn’t have to lift yourself. Thus, your belly and breasts sank into Weiss’s, and your face rolled between your cleavage and Weiss’s stomach.

What made it impossible for you or Weiss to rise, aside from your barely mobile states, was Blake’s. She had landed on top of you. Her stomach partially pressed against your butt, while the rest slid over your back. One of her knees dug into your right thigh, and her other sank into Weiss’s hip. Blake constantly struggled for balance that she couldn’t find. All she could do was roll forward and back, but never quite stand.

It looked like the most awkward game of Twister had reached an unsalvageable end.

“Next time, I'll pick the restaurant.” Blake groaned. She didn’t know why she could mention food. She should have been stuffed for a lifetime.

Your stomach growled, and you chuckled nervously. “S-sorry…I don’t know where that came from. But…um, maybe we should stick to delivery? Once we manage to get home, that is.” You tried not to think of how you were morbidly obese and barely mobile, squished between two equally fat and excessively adorable girls.

“OOF! Ugh, whatever we do, let it wait until you move!” Weiss groaned. The poor heiress was at the bottom of this pile, subjected to your weight along with her own. Dealing with your weight would be fine, pleasant even, but Blake’s added pounds made this too smothering. “Seriously, roll over or something! Maybe I can reach my scroll, but you have to move, please!”

Thus began a series of back-and-forth bickering, complaining about the inability to move as the restaurant loomed behind…

THE END