RWBY Face to Flab (Patreon)

Series: RWBY

Characters: Winter, Weiss, Willow

Contains: Force feeding, massive weight gain

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It all started in a drunken stupor. Willow slid from relaxed drunk into forlorn intoxication. She thought of the maternal attention she never gave her daughters, the affection she should have shared. 

Willow then fell into a complete nonsensical stupor and ordered massive tanks of ice cream and industrial hoses. One email later, and she had lured her daughters into the bizarre trap. 

If it were simply tubes stuffed into their mouths, then the sisters could have easily avoided it. Winter might be an alcoholic, but she wasn’t a fool. She was aware of her daughters being prickly at times. Glyphs with gravity dust kept them rooted in place, arms bound to their sides. 

“Just bear with me, girls. I’ll make up for all the times I should have spoiled you~” Willow said as she activated pumps connected to the ice cream storage tanks. One hummed to life, and the frozen treat visibly flowed through the tubes toward Winter.

Winter was irate. She knew her mother was prone to drunken hysteria, but this was a whole other level. She tracked the creamy flow before it hit her tongue. Her eyes went wide not because of the cold, not even the taste. The tingling sensation was an unmistakable sign of dust mixed with the cream. Food-grade dust like this was used on an industrial scale to fatten livestock. When consumed by humans.

SHRRRRP!

Winter’s clothes were immediately torn as fat assailed her frame. Her belly lurched forward, practically diving over her thighs and toward her knees. Not even a pint of ice cream was consumed, and her pants ripped around bulging thighs. It was an apron of flesh that should never have come to be. Winter trained daily and followed a strict diet. A belly like this belonged to a helpless glutton. Even her mother was of too noble birth for her habits to result in this!

The back of her pants exploded as blubber packed into her butt cheeks, exposing panties that rapidly sank between them. The cheeks were boxier, stretching wider instead of piling outward in thickness. They were almost flat in a way. Thicker than they had been, but they reached out far less than her belly did.

Winter’s breasts swelled like water balloons. The buttons of her blouse shot off like bullets and exposed a bra on the verge of bursting. Creamy smooth skin packed with fat rolled over the too-small cups, desperate for freedom. This made it clear that Willow’s body was meant to become buxom with a large belly for support. 

Skilled arms bloated with obnoxiously fat bingo wings. Noble features and an elegant face became puffy and round with an extra chin. Winter looked like a pale imitation or distorted caricature of herself…Her fat was front-loaded to the max, and she already struggled to keep her back straight. She couldn’t accommodate her weight’s sudden, drastic increase. It wouldn’t be long before she flopped onto her new stomach and bust.

Weiss watched this with more horror than annoyance. She tried to pull her arms from her sides unsuccessfully. Her eyes darted between Winter’s rapidly growing form and her mother, who fiddled with her scroll. 

“Hold on, Weiss, I’ll have yours active in a moment,” Willow said as she tried to make sense of the controls. “Ah, there it is!”

The second pump activated, and Weiss watched helplessly as ice cream flowed closer and closer. She wanted to pinch her eyes shut, but she couldn’t. All she could do was brace herself as the cool treat rolled across her tongue and down her throat.

Winter’s weight gain had exploded in all directions. Weiss partially expected the same. Instead, she felt her body grow backward. Her stomach was bypassed at first, while her butt surged out behind her. Each cheek was immediately engorged. Her hips rolled out until she was as wide as a two-person sofa. Each butt cheek was as wide as a cushion but thick as a beanbag chair. These thick, voluptuous cheeks swallowed her panties and wore her dress like a tablecloth. Pale, smooth, and perfectly round and bubbly despite their absurd size. 

More weight rolled into Weiss’s thighs. Each went from lithe to barrel-shaped in the blink of an eye. Her knees wobbled, which sent jiggles through her. The joints broadened to the width of volleyballs before they were eclipsed by her upper calves. These bulged and sagged, forming meaty cankles before more leg fat rolled atop Weiss’s feet.

Weiss’s belly wasn’t left out, but it had lagged. It maintained a rounded shape like a dollop of cream. It swelled equally in all directions, and its weight caused it to gently sag and roll over her waistline. It didn’t take the instant apron-dive like her older sister’s had. It was almost like a smoothly polished marble ball. Her struggles and resulting jiggles dispelled that, though. It wobbled as if full of jello.

With fat focused toward her lower body, Weiss gained a pittance to her chest. Her bust grew very slightly, and it did not boast the roundness of her stomach and butt. Weiss’s breast was the epitome of flabby. They looked more like rolls than proper breasts. Yet, for some reason, her arms were the opposite! They filled out with pillowy bingo wings. They were thick to the point that Weiss would struggle to lift her arms even if they weren't restrained. 

Weiss’s face was rounded and looked more puffy and immature than Winter’s. Her cheeks were so round and blubbery that they were almost jowls. Her chin and neck hardly kept up to give her face a round shape. 

Willow seemed overjoyed by this. She approached her daughters and shamelessly felt up their swelling forms. “Excellent, I knew this idea would work!” She didn’t take into account her daughter’s expressions. All that mattered was how lovely and thick they became. She sank her fingers into Winter’s stomach and groped heartily. 

Winter’s stomach morphed around Willow’s hands. Fat bulged between her fingers and curled around her palms as if it were dough. It was so pleasantly pliable that Willow almost forgot it was attached to her eldest daughter.

“I couldn’t begin to tell you how many old paintings of our ancestors showed the women just a little plump.” Willow scoffed. “Your belly is much more impressive than theirs. I’ll commission a painting once this is all over.”

Willow moved to Weiss and smacked her butt. A loud WHAP sounded as one cheek wobbled in wave-like patterns. Some of those transferred into the other cheek, but it was much slower. “It’s thicker than I thought. Perhaps that’s why they’re so round.” Willow placed a hand on each cheek and moved them in large swirling patterns. “You’re so lucky, Weiss. You inherited my rear even at this size!”

Neither Winter nor Weiss was happy with their mother’s compliments. The degree of physical affection was embarrassing, too. It hardly mattered as the sisters continued to swell. They were simply obese now. Based on the size of the ice cream tanks, and their rapid growth, they were going to cruise past morbidly obese into immobile. Pounds added, unseen numbers skyrocketed, the rest of their clothes shredded, and eventually, neither sister could stand. 

Winter was the first to flop forward. She landed on her belly, rolling forward slightly so her chins rested on her cleavage. The position was horribly unbalanced. The slightest move made Winter wobble from side to side. She felt her knees dig into her gut as she tried to get her feet to the floor. It was an impossible task as her flab spread out like a mattress beneath her. In the short time between her fall and now, she had already doubled in weight. She couldn’t even lift her shoulders. The weight of her breasts was too great. Each boob was now twice the size of a beanbag chair. They sloped over her belly to touch the floor and rose high enough to touch her chins. Any weight that crept across her back and butt only served to squish her deeper into the flesh of her belly. 

Weiss had fallen backward onto her sofa-sized butt. It was wide and tall enough to balance her perfectly. There was no way for her to move, but at least she wouldn’t roll back. That was a small solace as she watched her body morph further into immobility. Her chest became flabbier, while her belly remained round. Her stomach rolled out to a point just past arm’s reach. After that, it changed to become wider, almost matching her hips. That was perhaps for the best as the space between her and Winter was already being filled…with Winter.

Weiss’s thighs were splayed wide thanks to her broad hips. Each leg was now as broad as a car. There was no way to tell where thigh met knee and knee met lower leg. It was all just one pillar of pudge. 

Both sisters blushed as their bodies got closer. Being immobile and beyond obese was one thing, but now their bodies squished together. Winter’s breasts pressed to Weiss’s belly, and her belly rolled over the lowest part of the younger sister’s legs. Weiss’s ass was such an effective support that she wasn’t pushed away. Winter’s rapidly growing gut had her flow gently atop Weiss. It was like their prime assets pushed them closer and closer until they were nearly face-to-face.

Weiss huffed anxiously through her nose. ‘Oh no, Winter is so close. Why is she so soft?! I know WHY, but WHYYYYY?!’ 

‘I must maintain my composure. I cannot falter in front of Weiss.’ Winter tried to focus, but she couldn’t stop looking at Weiss. Her heart fluttered as she poured over her sister, literally. 

Neither could ignore how warm and soft the other was. The back of their minds contested whether their mother was actually right. 

Willow continued to watch her daughters grow and swell, marveling at how their bodies squished together. It was almost enough to bring tears to her eyes. That was until she started to feel a little left out. This was meant to be a moment for all of them to share, but she had yet to join in. 

“I’m certain I prepared additional tubes…aha!” Willow found a third tube and stuffed it into her mouth. She slid her finger tip across her scroll until she drunkenly activated it. Ice cream flowed into her mouth and down her throat seconds later.

Willow grunted as the rapid flow hit her belly. She felt the chill for a second before it was overwhelmed by the warmth of growing fat. She placed her hands on her stomach and marveled at how soft it became. Only seconds had passed, and her midsection had become as large as a beach ball. She was about to unfasten her belt before it snapped. Belly fat launched outward, blouse buttons popped, and Willow’s pale midsection was exposed. The fat she had held in her hands now sagged and drooped to the middle of her thighs. It crept toward her knees, while the rest of her bulk stretched outward.

Winter had grown into an apple shape with a more prominent belly and breasts. Weiss’s butt and thighs had grown to be her fattest assets. Willow seemed to embody both. Her belly had taken the lead, but her hips and butt filled out just as quickly now. Her skirt stretched around her curves, while her chest and blouse opened to reveal her exceptional breasts. Bloated, hammy arms tried to grope and squeeze new flesh before they became too burdened to move. They jutted out to her side as bingo wings bulged and pressed to her sides. This helped with balance that constantly shifted as her weight skyrocketed. 

Willow hobbled awkwardly on legs that swelled to pillar-sized proportions. She could hardly shuffle her feet. Lifting them was impossible. Her knees strained and buckled as she grunted. She was too heavy. These steps would be her last, but she continued to take them. She scooted along until she dropped on her couch-sized ass next to her daughters. Now she would let her body be taken by a tidal wave of blubber and lard.

Willow felt her body try to push in different directions as it made further contact with the floor. The swell of her butt and belly tried to shift her forward and backward, respectively. The outward push of her hips did the same to her left and right. This movement caused her body to wobble and feel unsteady. That was tolerable as this growth felt incredible. Her skin tingled, and each ounce of new fat seemed to radiate pleasure. The weight comforted her somehow. Atop all of that, Willow was with her daughters.

Willow’s belly rushed in front of her. It had reached more than ten feet in front of her and stacked higher until it was her standing height. The weight of this gut pressed down on itself and divided it into two rolls. Though the lower roll was more of a knee-high slab that descended from her love handles and squished against the floor. Her upper belly was the sloping mound of blubber. Most fat was focused here, and it only swelled fatter by the second. The width of her gut had quickly become greater than her mattress. Willow was certain she was much softer than a mattress, too. 

Atop Willow’s belly were her breasts. Each boob had swelled into mostly rounded globs. Their weight made it impossible to retain perfect perk and roundness. Instead, their curves became broad and sloping. Each boob sloped and sagged outward, following the downward curves at the side of Willow’s belly. It didn’t take long until these breasts were larger than Willow’s entire body had once been. Her former self could have lain atop one with only her hands and feet hanging off. 

Willow wanted to grope her engorged cleavage, but her arms were beyond that. Her shoulders had become too heavy to shift her arms, and the once lithe limbs had been overtaken by blubber. Her upper arms were thick and dense at the top, then sagged heavily on the underside. This excess flesh squished against rolls on her side and cascaded to her love handles. These were impossibly heavy for her. Willow had never possessed the strength for heavy lifting. Her forearms weren’t as heavy, but they were bulky. She couldn’t possibly bend her elbow or reach for anything. Her forearm was as thick across as her former waistline, and it only continued to grow. 

Her hips rolled out and stacked higher at the same rate. The height nearly matched the apex of her belly and shoved her slab-like love handles even higher. The fat here was denser, but it was incredibly thick. It helped support Willow’s upright. Without this bastion, she could end up helpless on her back. Although she was quite helpless in her immobility already. 

Semantics aside, Willow’s body had changed in shape as she grew. Her legs no longer faced forward. The growth of her hips brought them out further, thus her belly stretched forward mostly unimpeded. It was as if she sat with her legs spread in a V shape, but one could hardly call her limbs legs any longer. Her thighs were broad and misshapen, fat, bulging, and rolling outward until they flowed past her knees. They were like giant rings of sagging flab with which her lower leg had been affixed in the middle. Her lower legs were wider than they were long, buried in fat so her feet hardly emerged. 

Willow’s ass swelled and bulged out behind her. It didn’t reach out as far as her belly, but it had stacked greater height. The cheeks were broad with long, sloping curves. As soft and gelatinous as they appeared, Willow felt they were sturdy. Like with her hips, her butt cheeks helped her stay upright. That was a wonderful skill as it allowed her to watch her daughters continue to grow. She could comfortably lean back into the swell of her ass cheeks without worry of her view being disturbed. Part of her was distracted by the sensation as her cheeks stretched across the cold tile floor. She felt each new inch beneath her as her butt expanded behind her like a growing wall. 

Finally, Willow’s face puffed with fat, rounded cheeks. These rested atop a ring of engorged neck fat, while an extra chin crept across the bottom of her vision. It was not the stoic, angular face of a high society woman. Now it was a bloated caricature with a joyful smile. She was the happiest she had ever been, and she didn’t intend to stop soon.

Weiss and Winter watched as their mother joined them. They felt her belly press to their sides and squish the three together. Each felt their heart flutter as they saw their mother’s beauty. This was all still sudden, and they were ready for the ice cream flow to cease…but living like this wouldn’t be bad. 

Willow felt the same. She wouldn’t put the tubes away forever, but this felt like a good stopping point. She lifted a thick thumb to try and stop the pumps, only for her fat fingers to fumble. The remote slipped from her grasp and broke apart on the floor. 

Weiss and Winter couldn’t see the final crash, but they had seen the device fall and heard the undeniable sound. They looked at their mother, who stared back in equal shock. What was she to do? She was just as fat and immobile as they were.

They all realized a second later that the tubes began to discharge ice cream faster. The flow was so intense that their cheeks swelled with the volume of the cold treat. With no other way to deal with the endless dessert, they swallowed with renewed vigor.

The three women are exponentially faster. It was hard to measure as their bodies were already immobile. Their overall body shape remained the same, but each asset continued to enlarge. Mobility was already an impossible task, but the women reached sizes that made mechanical transport impossible. There was nothing that could lift them. No manner of machinery could shift their ever-increasing bulk.

That hardly mattered as the room around them would soon fail to contain them. Weiss’s butt pressed against the wall, putting more weight and strain on it by the second. Cracks formed in spiderweb patterns until the material began to crumble away. Once it finally collapsed, it revealed tankers of ice cream. These ones stretched from the floor to the ceiling and stretched off into the distance. It seemed they took up every inch of the Schnee Manor’s largest ballroom.

If the tanks that took the girls this far were “small,” then these tankers could fatten them until they covered Atlas…

‘It was a fantasy of mine for so long, but it seems I managed to set it up.’ Willow thought. She had vague memories of it, but it was impossible to distinguish them from drunken delusions. ‘Oh well, nothing I can do about it now~” Willow cooed around her tube as she relished in her body's uncontrollable growth. She and her daughters would make beautiful landmarks.

Willow looked at the tubes, then at her sister and mother. ‘This…is ok…perhaps better.’ She tried to clench her fists, but her fingers were far too fat. Her entire hands had been buried in fat as well. It was too hard to resist. Willow was enjoying the sensation of growing far too much. The added factor of her mother and sister wearing the pounds so beautifully further lowered her resistance.

There were some lingering concerns about the future state of their home and Atlas…but they could wait until later.

Weiss thought the same. ‘It should be fine to simply go along. There’s little else I can do. My body is too fat already. I can’t lose this weight, and anything I gain furthers the point.’ Weiss resigned more calmly than Winter and Willow. There was nothing else she could do…and she’d be a liar if she didn’t admit her mother and sister were rather fetching. ‘My team will never let me hear the end of this, though.’ She sighed through her nose as ice cream continued to pump into her body.

There was no way that emotional acceptance would have caused the women to gain faster in a normal world. However, this entire situation was not something for a normal world. So when the records were looked back upon, no one would question how the Schnee manor practically exploded in a surge of pale flab.

Flab billowed and rolled like a tidal wave, flowing over and around the rest of the Schnee family grounds. It continued onward through Atlas. The combined mass of the three Schnees towered higher like a mountain and stretched further like an unstoppable flood. Neither of the three cared about the countless numbers of property damage they inflicted. They focused on the flavor of the ice cream, how their fat morphed and squished together, and how this was the closest thing to family time they had experienced…EVER!

‘Oh, if only I could see all of my daughters. They’re so massive that what I glimpse is only a mere portion!~’ Willow thought and gleefully took in all the curves in front of her. She didn’t know, but a large portion of those were hers. Some of the curves she admired were her cheeks and extra chins. That’s simply how massive she had become.

‘This ice cream is magnificent, but I wonder what food we should try next?’ Winter thought. Just because the mansion was destroyed didn’t mean their fortune was at all diminished. They had plenty of money to eat until they weighed so much that Atlas was dragged down to Mantle.

‘I certainly hope we don’t show each other off of Atlas.’ Weiss thought as she felt her body roll and press against some familiar building shapes. She could tell her rump was near the edge of Atlas. If her butt rolled too far, then she might be pulled off of Atlas. ‘Although…perhaps that would make for a grand view. Dear mother and sister atop Atlas, while my magnificent body covers the ground below. Yes, I don’t see that being an issue.’ She grinned around her tune and tried to suck in more ice cream.

The trio continued to grow fatter, heavier, larger, more covered in rolls, more buried in flab, soaked in sweat, overcome with desire, enthralled with their growth, in love with each other, and oblivious of the destruction their bodies had caused.

Well, who cared about the feeble buildings around them? Each believed Atlas now served a better purpose as their shared space. It was a worthy sacrifice so that the three could finally put all their issues behind each other.

Willow’s plan to close the gaps between her and her daughters was a success. The three were certain to remain side by side for the foreseeable future. Unless Weiss was correct, and one of them outgrew Atlas before the other.

‘I suppose we will just need to fill in the gaps again. Yes, I like that.’ Willow thought and closed her eyes. The incredible binge of ice cream and earlier wine reached a critical mass. It was time for her to get some sleep. She drifted into a dream of how beautiful the rising sun would be over the curves of her daughters. Soft sunlight flowing over pale fat, accompanied by light snow…

THE END