Reward: Ruby and the 3 Schnees (Patreon)

Series: RWBY

Characters: Ruby, Weiss, Winter, Willow

Contains: Weight gain, blob sizes

Reward for Julian

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Ruby didn't think she had ever sweated harder in her entire life. She was visiting Weiss's family, and in a bid to impress her older sister and mother, she had decided to bake for them.

Ruby was by no means a master chef, but her mother was close. She had taken a few lessons under her expert tutelage and hoped the food would at least be palatable. Thanks to practicing in her spare time, she had grown confident in her baking skills. Many of her friends had claimed she made the best cookies they had ever tasted!

But now that the time had come for Willow and Winter Schnee to taste her food, she was overcome with anxiety. Thankfully, Weiss held her hand tightly for moral support.

Willow and Winter both picked up two chocolate chip cookies. They were soft to the touch, and the chocolate appeared perfectly melted. Ruby figured these would be excellent snacks to have along with tea.

“Oh my…” Willow murmured after her first bite. She had agreed to this tasting to seem open and inviting to Ruby. She didn't expect a humble cookie to be so wonderful, though.

Winter was equally speechless. Her modest bite was followed by the rest of the cookie. She then reached out and grasped another, then another, and another.

Weiss's jaw dropped. She had never seen these two eat like this. She looked at Ruby, who rubbed the back of her head nervously and smiled. “This can't be. No offense, Ruby. I just can't believe my mother and Winter would ever stuff their faces like-"

As she spoke, Weiss reached out and grabbed one cookie for herself. She took a bite and was hit by far more flavor than she expected: the sweet taste, the chewy texture, and the smooth chocolate. They were perhaps the best cookies she had ever eaten, and she had eaten plenty of Ruby’s cookies. She would dare say they put some of the fanciest treats in Atlas to shame.

Ruby felt a weight leave her shoulders. “What can I say? It's a family recipe.”

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One week later.

“Alright, the next batch is ready. Oh, and I have a few more cakes just going in, too!” Ruby chirped as she placed two trays down on the table. Before she could take a step back, a soft arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her close.

This arm belongs to Willow, although its puffy shape was a far cry from its former slenderness. Her sleeves were nearly packed skintight with fat, and the seams had begun to wear out. Willow paid no mind, though. “You are such a darling, Ruby Rose.” The woman cooed before slowly releasing her grasp. She needed both hands to fill her plate with little pastries and cookies. Ruby refilled her cup of tea as she did this.

Despite it being only a week, Willow had consumed enough of Ruby's baking to put on almost 100 pounds. This was most evident in her stomach. It had bloated into a rounded mass that filled her lap. The texture seemed soft with how much it jiggled as Willow walked the halls of her manner. Her breasts also seemed slightly larger, to the point she had to undo the top buttons of her blouse. Ruby tried not to look at the sliver of exposed cleavage, but her eyes betrayed her and took several glances. It didn't help that the side of one soft boob had just been pressed against her mere moments ago. Willow's hips and butt had also taken a noticeable hit, with hips now reaching the edge of her chair while her rump was pressed firmly to the back of it. It seemed the extra calories had comfortably settled there.

Winter let out a muffled sound of agreement. She had plenty of words to praise Ruby with, but her mouth was currently stuffed to the brim. She had wholly forsaken her diet and training regimen in favor of the frequent tea parties her mother hosted. This perhaps caused her body to undergo a slightly more noticeable change. Her stomach was large enough to reach her knees and spill over the side of her thighs. It also remained exposed as she was forced to undo the buttons of her jacket. The only closed buttons were the ones over her chest, and they visibly struggled. The sleeves of her jacket were snug, but not to the point they started to rip. Most of her wardrobe malfunction stemmed from her pants. They were meant to be sleek and formfitting, which meant they were ill-suited for her expanded lower body. No one noticed yet, but the seat of her pants had already torn, exposing her panties beneath. Then, the seams were stressed to the point they were about to burst while the button had long since flown free.

Weiss lifted her chin and smiled proudly. “See, mother, Winter. I told you Ruby was quite extraordinary!” She boasted and held a hand over her chest. “She is both a skilled leader and expert baker. Not to mention-“ Weiss was cut off as Ruby stuffed a cookie past her lips.

“Thank you, Weiss, but I think that's enough,” Ruby murmured, her cheeks coated in a pink blush. The praise made her feel happy and embarrassed at the same time. She laughed nervously before returning to the kitchen, only stopping to glance at Weiss before disappearing through the doorway.

Weiss had attended every tea time her mother organized. After all, it was her chance to spend time with her and Winter. She merely wasn't immune to Ruby's baking skills. She ate just as many cookies as the other two, and her body was just as affected by them. Her lower body had softened and plumped considerably to the point that one chair seemed almost inadequate to heave her bulk. Her hips spilled over the edges, and her dress failed to reach further. This smooth, pale skin was left exposed and was the target of many of Ruby's gazes. Her tummy was soft and rounded, and her sash belt gently dug into the soft flab. Weiss did not gain much, or at all, to her chest. Even her arms were only slightly chubby. She seemed not to mind and focused on eating rather than fretting.

Back in the kitchen, Ruby shuddered excitedly. “Agh, they all look so good! I never thought I’d have a thing for fatties, but they’re just so cute! The way their stomachs look puffy, how thick their thighs are, the cute chubby cheeks, t-their boobs…well, not so much for Weiss.” Ruby murmured the last part. 

“Pull it together!” Ruby eventually exclaimed and smacked her cheeks. Things had gone well so far, but she had a lot of work to do. She wanted to continue to impress Weiss’s family.

She also wanted to see how far things would go.

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Ruby was surprised by how quickly she lost track of time. She had continued to cook daily, spend plenty of time with Weiss, and even become more familiar with Winter and Willow. Despite her itinerary being quite simple, three weeks had slipped past.

She had hardly changed at all in that time. She had gotten a nice set of clothes that she tended to wear in the kitchen: comfortable leggings, a red long-sleeved shirt, and a cute apron that said, “Kiss the cook.”

Ruby blushed as she remembered how much Weiss peppered her cheeks when she peeked into the kitchen. Of course, the greedy heiress was just looking for a snack.

Of course, Ruby gave them to her, but she demanded at least ten more kisses per plate.

Speaking of which, it was almost time for afternoon tea. Ruby moved her focus from daydreaming to last-minute preparations. She had at least another fifteen minutes before the girls arrived.

Moving had become more difficult for the Schnee women. Just as time slipped past Ruby, their previously maintained weights ran amok. Numbers on a scale rose higher and higher, while wardrobes were upsized and ultimately destroyed.

Weiss managed to dress herself the easiest. That was solely because she wore a dress instead of a blouse or button-ups. It was her usual, long-sleeved blue dress with a white sash drawn around it. It fit her rather well, all things considered. A mere 800 pounds wouldn't compromise it. Any hundred or so to follow was another story.

Weiss huffed and puffed softly as she waddled through the halls. She didn't want to be late for afternoon tea, but she also wanted to arrive a little early. There was a chance Ruby would give her a few snacks in exchange for a hug and kiss.

The hefty heiress brought a hand to her soft cheek, which glowed bright pink. The softness filled her palm, and she reflexively squeezed it. The idea of enveloping Ruby in her soft form and claiming her lips was enough to fluster her.

Weiss had kept track of her weight, but not in the sense of counting calories as if on a diet. She had monitored how soft she was getting and how interested Ruby was in her curves. The two were prone to snuggle, but Ruby had grown handsy as of late.

Considering how supple and plump Weiss had become, it was hard not to be. Weiss was built to hug from the squishy mass of her upper arms that were nearly as broad as Ruby's chest to the giant squishy dome of her belly. Her chest had even gotten slightly larger. They were far from proportional to her size but provided a soft place for Ruby to nestle her face. At first, such actions earned her a smack, but now, Weiss allowed it in moderation.

Weiss glanced at her belly and ran her hand across the surface. The texture was remarkably supple. She was surprised that simply dragging one finger formed a slight trail. “Incredible…” She whispered. Her belly had grown quite large. So large that she could not fully wrap her arms around it, and fat would bulge around her limbs if she tried. It was heavy enough to hang over the front of her thighs, but its compact roundness kept it from sagging past her knees. The blue fabric of her dress followed its contours closely while her snug sash belt dug gently into it. It also managed to bounce and swing gently with each of her steps. It was almost hypnotic.

Like the rest of her family, Weiss boosted an impressive set of hips and a hefty butt. It only became more impressive as she gained weight. Her hips were nearly five feet wide, and her butt cheeks were twice as thick as couch cushions. Her curves were immaculate and smooth, which was nice, considering they were always partially exposed. Weiss's dress covered her belly, but the hem only draped over her hips and rear. Her panties would be exposed if not for how her butt cheeks obscured them. The transition from her hips to thighs was challenging to discern, given how wide both were. Just one leg was three feet wide. Ruby could hardly straddle one between her legs whenever the two snuggled. Even her knees were broad and encased in fat, and her lower legs were a little over half the thickness.

Weiss was forced to slow her pace as her legs began to burn. There were muscles somewhere under all that fat, and the brisk waddle she had maintained was too much for them. This was a severe annoyance, considering she wanted to get to the kitchen now. Alas, there was no way she would make it. She crossed her arms over her chest and sighed heavily.

“Weiss?” Winter's voice came from around the corner. Winter emerged after a second, accompanied by a chorus of huffing and puffing. She was coated in sweat and appeared ready to collapse. Perhaps she only hadn’t because of her hand braced on the wall. Her other hand was pressed against her right thigh for support, and Weiss could see fat bulging between her fingers and around her palm despite wearing her uniform pants.

Weiss had always been close with her sister, but their relationship had grown more casual lately. Part of it was their lack of concern for what high society thought of them. The time spent at meals and tea parties helped, but it also felt silly, given that they were equally obese.

However, equally obese wasn't entirely accurate. Their weights were similar, but their fat distribution was not.

It was immediately apparent that Winter had a far more robust chest, a double belly, slightly narrower hips, and lumpier thighs.

Winter's body used to be sculpted in the perfect image of the soldier. Now, it appeared to be the furthest thing from it. Her soft, padded face was flushed with exhaustion and dampened by sweat. Even being hunched over seemed unfamiliar to her posture, although it was hard for her not to slouch, given her weight.

Her jacket was left open, which revealed breasts twice the size of her head. The soft, gelatinous orbs quaked with every breath and seemed ready to leap from her strained brassiere. They shone gently in the hall light, thanks to a light sheen of sweat.

The upper mound of her stomach was the closest part of her body to being round. Even then, it had a slight wave to its curves. Beneath it was a much flabbier and sagging section of gut. Their combined mass likely weighed three times as much as Winter used to. It was far too bulky and misshapen to ever seem fitting on her figure. Yet here she was. Her overindulgence had brought her to this point and over-padded her body with fat.

Her hips flared out in tapered, sagging lumps that stretched the waistband of her pants until they rolled over them. Weiss was surprised that her sister bothered with pants, but seeing how they were unbuttoned, unzipped, and only partially pulled up, she assumed they were a formality and nothing more. The fabric stretched across her thighs and excellently captured the curves and folds. High-quality stitching kept them from bursting, but their limit was rapidly approaching. One or two more meals, and it would be impossible to pull them over her knees. Weiss couldn't help but think how broad Winter’s knees were. Folds almost wholly obscured the joint and were so bloated with fat it was a miracle they could bend. Winter's lower legs were engorged to comical proportions and folded over her feet. However, Weiss could pick up that her sister had forgone shoes.

‘Well, I doubt she could reach over all of…herself to reach her feet.’ Weiss thought.

Winter's arms were just as stuffed with fat as the rest of her. Yet she insisted on forcing them through the sleeves of her jacket. It looked like giant lumpy pillows that only narrowed at her elbows. Her forearms were less padded but appeared adorably puffy.

“Good afternoon, sister,” Weiss said as she fell in line beside Winter. She reached out and took the arm that was braced on Winter's knee. She couldn't support the full weight of her elder sister, but she could help her balance. “Did you enjoy your nap?”

Winter waddled beside Weiss, not paying attention to how their hips brushed and rubbed against each other. “Indeed,” she replied before pausing. “I believe they are quite dangerous, though. It's become increasingly difficult to roll out of bed. I almost called the maids to assist me.”

The maids had been extra attentive lately. It was necessary, given that their mistresses were growing far too obese to care for themselves. Weiss occasionally accepted help getting dressed, and Winter was to the point where she would be required to ask soon. It would easily require an entire team to deal with their expansive girths.

“They would undoubtedly help, but you would have to wait until they finish with Mother,” Weiss replied and suppressed a giggle.

Winter was caught off guard by the comment, and her right hand moved from the wall to cover her mouth. The idea of the entire force being dedicated to dressing and moving their mother from bed was too comical.

And accurate.

Weiss and Winter had let themselves go; this was indisputable. Their mother, however…Willow Schnee was of a whole other magnitude.

It would be overdramatic to say the ground shook, and it would be far too exaggeratory to say it sounded like an elephant was passing by, but it was very modest to say the matriarch of the Schnee family had become an unrepentant glutton.

Weiss and Winter entered the next hall and came face-to-face with their mother in the middle of a troop of maids.

Willow looked like she weighed twice as much as her daughters combined. She was so broad that she nearly took up the entire hallway, and her belly, sides, and rear extended further than her arms could. The maids did their best to lean against and support their employer's weight, but it seemed to be a losing battle. Skinny figures sank into Willow's plush form, each looking exhausted.

Willow usually dressed herself in a sophisticated fashion that befitted her status. Now, she was draped in what appeared to be a massive bed sheet with holes cut in it for her head and arms. In actuality, it was a very expensive gown custom-made from fine materials.

It didn't do anything to change the fact that Willow was immense in all proportions.

Her face was enveloped in fat. Her cheeks were large enough to overflow the palms of her hands, she had three meaty chins, and her neck was engorged and round like a tire.

Each of Willow's shoulders was stacked and padded with fat until they were nearly level with her eyes. This was partially because the fat of her sides pushed them upward, though. Her arms were bulbous from shoulder to wrist and jutted outward slightly. They wobbled idly and awkwardly as there was nothing else for them to do. She could not reach out to stabilize herself on anything, and her hands could only grasp her fat rolls.

Willow's chest heaved with each labored breath. Truthfully, she was in immaculate health. The issue was that her breasts were so massive that the weight made it a tad harder to breathe, especially when she was waddling about.

Already an impressive size before her weight gain, Willow had a bust worthy of bragging. Unfortunately, their shape had suffered with their exponential growth. Their only support was their owner's belly, which they sloped along either side of. Willow would be able to afford the expensive custom-made bras as needed to hold her breasts, but she had quickly found them uncomfortable. She much preferred to let her breasts hang free. Each immense boob was like a giant beanbag chair, stretching in front of her further than her arms could go. Her choice of attire left her nipples wholly outlined. Willow paid no mind as she couldn't see it, and they bounced so much whenever she moved that hardly anyone else could either.

Willow's stomach had grown especially massive. It sagged until its lowest curves were uncovered by her clothes and rested on the floor. That already gave it monstrous proportions, but the mass of fat was just as broad as it was sagging. Its edges eclipsed her hips as it swayed with her movement. It was the stomach of an incredibly obese, spoiled noblewoman—someone who had nary a care in the world aside from what would next fill her gut. Even now, it rumbled like a starving beast.

One of the maids suddenly faltered, causing the others to frantically try and hold their employer up. Willow's hip had struck the unbalanced maid to devastating effect. The texture might've been soft, but hundreds of pounds were behind the blow. There was no way her slender frame could resist being pushed aside. Still, she quickly got to her feet and resumed her labor.

Weiss and Winter thought they were wide. They hardly compared to their mother, who was nearly too wide for the hallway. If they were to walk with her, they would need to do so in front of her behind her. If they chose the latter, then they would be able to observe Willow's vastness. Such hips not only supplied balance, but they supported a fleshy posterior of elephantine proportions. It was a broad and flabby ass…There used to be a bubbly shape, but that was no more. Willow now had a sagging saddlebag butt that nearly hung as low as her belly. It trembled and quivered with each step as if it were eager to be placed against the floor. That was the only place it would have structure, shape, and support.

Willow was nearing the limit of her mobility. She was far too heavy to move from seated to standing on her own. Once on her feet, she could balance herself, but one step would throw that into chaos. She needed her team of servants to keep her vertical. The slight ease of her burdensome weight that they supported was also nice. Blubbery pillars shifted past each other and slowly advanced. Willow's thighs were more than three feet wide and threatened to swallow her knees in a tidal wave of fat. Further down her legs were shins and calves almost as wide as the thighs above them. Their fat rolled down to lay atop her feet and searched past her heels. Naturally, she was barefoot. She never went anywhere that needed shoes, and her feet had grown too large for all the pairs she owned.

Willow's fat head turned to see her daughters. She smiled, and her thick palm unfurled. Fat fingers curled in a sort of greeting to her daughters. She was too winded to speak, but Weiss and Winter understood she was beckoning them over.

The sisters obliged and approached their mother. They offered polite bows of their heads with their hands folded in front of them. This was a typical greeting in the past days of stuffy aristocracy, but it looked rather silly now. The slight bow of their head caused their chins to squish together, and their hands struggled to wrap around their fleshy bellies.

Weiss and Winter decided to walk in front of their mother and her procession. They kept their pace slow, which was quite easy, and remained silent. This wasn't for lack of a topic to discuss. Their minds were occupied with a singular thought. Would they ever become as fat as their mother?

Weiss felt her cheeks light up as she fantasized about Ruby doting on her and that size. Obviously, Ruby would! She would spoil Weiss, stuff her endlessly, and fondle her abundance of rolls. It was so exciting that she felt her body grow hot, and she had to fan herself. The act caused her arm to wobble and bounce against her side, but the slight breeze on her flushed face was pleasant.

Winter glanced at Weiss as a nervous sweat ran over her. This was because she, too, fantasized about Ruby spoiling her. The little baker had made a large impact on her. This wasn't merely literal in the sense of Winter's size. Winter found Ruby adorable, and she always treated her kindly. It was hard not to develop an attraction to her. Thus, Winter fantasized about being too fat to roll from her bed with Ruby snuggled against her. Comments and food would flow like water, and the former elite soldier would swell to even greater sizes. It was a wonderful fantasy…

Willow felt no shame as she was enthralled in the same fantasy. Except it wasn't limited to fantasy. It was a plan, an expectation, and very likely an inevitability. She imagined herself three times her current size. A larger bed had already been ordered, renovations would be made on the mansion, and there were a few cute outfits she would have her little baker wear. Willow had been without romance for far too long, so she boldly indulged in the mental image of a timid Ruby infatuated with her massive form. ‘That girl is obviously into this. Why else would she stuff me with so much delicious food, goading me to become massive? I will grow as large as she can make me, but she will pay for her actions. She will have to tend to my every need, and I will be quite demanding~’

The trio (maids included) eventually reached the tea room. There were many tea rooms in the Schnee manor, sized appropriately based on the number of guests. However, the largest was required just to host the three all at once. A larger table had been custom-made. It was round so that the three could easily look at each other as they drank their tea and ate their snacks. After all, what respectable tea party didn’t have a round table? It was unspeakable to have anything else.

The maids focused on lowering Willow onto a pile of cushions. The matriarch had ample ass fat to put her at the perfect height with the table, and there were no chairs that could hold her weight.

The maids struggled to place Willow gently onto the pillows. They all visibly strained and were soaked with sweat by the time their employer was down. Then, gasping for air, they pulled out the custom seats for Weiss and Winter. These were much wider than the average chair and reinforced with steel. The craftsmanship was expensive, but it was needed. The days when the women could sit on multiple chairs were no more. Even five standard chairs would shatter immediately under their weight.

The maids excused themselves from the tea room, but there was no downtime. Another door opened, and a different group of maids carried a towering cake to the table. Behind those maids was Ruby. Her apron was dusted with flour, and her figure was slightly fuller. She was nothing compared to the obese Schnee women, but her constant baking was evident on her.

“There you are! I was a little worried you wouldn’t make it for tea time…” Ruby blushed and shifted nervously as she approached the table. ‘They’re all getting so big! I had no idea if Willow would make it this time…’ She gulped and cleared her throat. “Today I made something a little special. It’s a tiered layer cake, each level being a different flavor…obviously. I have some lighter layers toward the bottom, but the upper layers are richer. Stuff like dark chocolate and Italian cream. The lower layers focus on vanilla sponge cake, more milk chocolate, strawberries and cream…oh but the middle is still great! I made an amazing honey buttercream and dulce de leche! Well, I think they’re amazing. I just want to give you girls the best since you’ve been so kind to me, and ehem y-yeah I hope you enjoy.”

“So cute,” Weiss murmured, hands over her face to hide her blush.

“Adorable.” Winter tried to look away, squishing her chin into her neck rolls.

“I wouldn’t mind eating her up~” Willow stared right at Ruby, not hiding her desire for the chef.

Ruby got even more flustered. “You’re all too kind, but I’m not on the menu! Eheh, if I were then I wouldn’t be able to bake for you.” She tried a flirty wink, which fired an arrow into the Schnee women’s hearts.

This was adorableness that they couldn’t ignore, but their bodies were settled. They could not scoop Ruby into their blubbery arms. So, they decided to indulge in the cake instead. Even with the tea not set out yet, the women focused on the cake.

‘Should I have mentioned the dust?’ Ruby thought as she watched the girls dig in. ‘Eh, they’ll figure it out.”

Weiss was the first to notice. She recognized the tingle on her tongue and glanced at Ruby. ‘You sneaky little devil, I knew my feelings for you were right~’ The corner of her lips pulled into a smile as she felt her body start to swell with new fat. Ruby’s cooking had always been fattening, but it was obvious this cake would pack more of a punch.

Weiss felt her belly roll forward, swelling wider and developing a higher peak. Her chest saw some growth, but it was still much slower. The mass she developed immediately began to sag. So the breasts she could boast were flabby and without support. They could at least rest atop the shelf of her belly.

Weiss’s hips raced to the edge of her chair, practically leaping over the side while her butt sheets swelled and pressed against the backrest of her chair. It would have snapped then if Weiss hadn’t been leaned forward. The combined mass of her butt and back fat would be unstoppable, and it still might be. Weiss’s back fat crept across the top of her butt cheeks, so it had the chance to press against the backrest given enough time.

It would have to outpace the bowing of her chair’s legs. Her thighs masked the bending from the front, and her butt had rolled far enough to show the developing weak points from the side. The only angle one could see the struggling chair legs was from behind.

Weiss didn’t think of that, though. A different thought came to mind. ‘If I eat fast enough, then I could beat Winter and my mother.’ It was a wicked little thought, but Weiss felt she deserved to be the largest. She had brought Ruby to her home, and perhaps she should reward her friend by developing a ludicrously obese body. ‘You’d like that, Ruby. If I were large enough to fill my bedroom with my luscious fat. I’ll be sure to spoil you. In return, I want you to…focus Weiss! Eat now, fantasize later!’

Winter’s cheeks became more and more flushed as she ate. This was partially because her face became fatter with each mouthful of cake, but that wasn’t the sole reason. Her mind was overflowing with thoughts of Ruby. How delicious her baking was, how adorable she was, and the shameless desire to be spoiled further by the younger woman. ‘Honestly, Weiss…I might have to marry that girl. You’re foolish not to have done so already.’ She thought and imagined the special day.

A wedding dress larger than a tent, still overflowing with Winter’s doughy body. The isle would need to be massive for her to waddle down it (if she could waddle by that point). There’d need to be room for Weiss and Willow, too. The dinner would be a massive banquet, and the cake would make this one seem small. Yes, it would be the perfect wedding. The start of a life where Ruby would stuff Winter daily, making her fatter and fatter…

Willow glanced between her daughters’ faces and chuckled softly. She knew those expressions well, the two were head over heels for Ruby and thinking of all the things they’d want to do together.

However, she wouldn’t allow either to dethrone her. Willow was the matriarch of the Schnee family, and she would be the one to reign supreme. If she had to outsize her daughters tenfold, then she would. This spurred Willow to stuff herself more rapidly, her arms wobbling and bouncing against her sides as she crammed cake into her mouth.

Willow’s already massive body rolled out with new layers of ample fat. Her rolls thickened further into meaty slabs, her ass rolled out like a tidal wave behind her, her breasts heaved and swelled with increased size and weight, her legs bulged with thighs so thick her feet couldn’t get beneath her, and her arms billowed out like pillows filled to bursting with fluff. She willingly threw her mobility away, ensuring that moving her would become even more of an arduous task. That was fine, the maids would handle that. Or perhaps this room would become Willow’s new bedroom.

‘Oho To have young Miss Rose in my bedroom’ Willow grinned around her mouthful of cake as she glanced at Ruby.

Ruby blushed and waved shyly. ‘She’s thinking about me…I think…I hope…’ She blushed brighter as she looked at the three women. Each was ballooning with fat, pushing themselves past immobility and beyond. Their bodies stacked higher and stretched further, packing away more and more fat until they were undeniably immobile. Even if the maids tried to move them, the doorways were too small.

“Agh, I can’t take it anymore!” Ruby squealed and ran at Weiss. She leaped onto her friend and hugged as much of her as she could. This amounted to hefty armfuls of fat. Some from Weiss’s side, the meager across her chest, and some from her tire-like neck and cheeks. “I’ve been intentionally fattening you all up! At first, I just wanted to impress, but I got carried away, BUT it’s fine because you all love it so much, right?!”

Weiss was so flustered that she stopped eating. “R-Ruby?! Throwing yourself at me like this so suddenly…w-wait until the cake is gone. I have to be fatter than those two! Wait…Ruby start shoveling cake into my mouth!”

“Not so fast!” Winter objected and pointed a lard-coated finger at Weiss. The hand and arm attached to that finger were comically fat, sagging with heavy clumps of fat. The fact that Winter could move her arms seemed a miracle as each sagged until its curve was equal to Ruby’s height. Not to mention the weight of her breasts atop her belly. Their supple texture was squished wide and almost flat. The only reason someone could say they weren’t flat was because of how thick they were. “You cannot use your prior relationship with Ruby to curry favor!” Winter scrambled for an excuse, but she couldn’t find one. Ruby had known Weiss longer, so there was little surprise that the younger sister was the favorite.

Ruby tried to sit up as Weiss pawed at her with an arm equal in size to Winter’s. “I can feed both of you! You’re all super pretty, and each have amazingly curvy bodies! I…I just want to snuggle each of you all the time!”

“Ruby!” Weiss exclaimed.

“Ruby!~” Winter smiled and tried to shift closer. Her body was too heavy, though. The only movement she made was a wave of jiggles.

Willow listened to all of this, but she didn’t stop eating. She continued to cram cake into her mouth. Ruby had said she liked them all, but that didn’t mean Willow couldn’t be the biggest. Winter hadn’t even started in Atlas, so Ruby would certainly need someone warm to snuggle with. ‘Don’t worry, Ruby, I’ll keep you plenty warm~’ She thought as she relished the feeling of her growth. The rising mountains of her breasts, the colossal size of her ass, the bloated limbs that would soon be entirely useless, and every lovely roll, fold, and slab between.

Ruby, of course, watched this with eyes like saucers. “…I think this is awakening something in me-OOF!” Ruby groaned as Weiss managed to get a solid grip on her.

Weiss hauled Ruby down and hugged her tightly, smothering her abdomen in fleshy arms. “Ruby, please remember to dust your jaw off after picking it up from the floor. What with you ogling my mother…we’ll talk about this while I plan YOUR diet~”

“Eh? Uh, yeah, sorry…Can I make you a cake to make up for it?” Ruby asked, smiling nervously.

“Of course.” Weiss smiled, but her eyes held no mirth. “You can make me TWO for trying to change the subject~”

The two continued to talk while Willow continued to eat…and Winter started to entertain the thought of her prized chef having a figure to match…

THE END