RWBY: A Frustrating Wedding Guest (Part 1)

Tags: Pregfat, Extreme weight gain, immobility

This is a sequel to: https://www.patreon.com/posts/rwby-blake-72212954

Hey All, I was planning on releasing a different story today. . .but due to illness I had to change my plans. For the $5 tier, the Nagatoro slob-fest will be coming next weekend!

--- Chapter 1 ---

In the afterglow of Nora’s wedding Blake and Ruby had teased an idea for the next wedding. They had little idea when it would come or even if they could sync their plans to it. Nora’s wedding had seen Blake waddling through it, a hefty faunus laden with both fat and forthcoming children. She had been 500 pounds of coddled obesity, looked after obsessively by Ruby. It had been as fun as it was trying, for the young huntress. As much as she loved her wife, Ruby was exhausted by the constant care and nuances of dealing with a pregnant woman that had long lost her figure. She had done everything short of being used as a footstool for the swollen and puffy feet of her pregnant wife. Ruby would have done so lovingly, enchanted by the excessive curves and sweetness of personality within the reserved faunus. However, everyone has their limits. Blake was keen enough to see that Ruby was reaching hers. Thus, she floated the idea that Ruby would be the next one to get pregnant. For whatever wedding came next, Ruby could be the one to waddle through it, having all her needs met by Blake. Ruby playfully accepted only because she had though the next wedding would be years off. . .possibly never. As always, life has its way of throwing curveballs. . .

“Wow, I honestly can’t believe that Yang and Weiss are doing it.” Ruby looked down at the card in her hand. Set for 8 months out, the Schnee heiress would take Yang as her lawfully wedded wife. “Jeeze, who’s going to take whose last name?” Ruby mulled the thought over, trying to ignore the downstream effects of the wedding. It hadn’t even been a year after Nora’s, something about the magic of that event having inspired the two most headstrong women that Ruby knew. 

“Oh. . .whew. . .I don’t think. . .that’s the question. . .you should be. . .asking.” Blake waddled from the kitchen into the dining area, bowls of food in either hand. Despite middling efforts, Blake’s middle had not shrunk since she had given birth. She was 600 pounds of faunus, possibly well on her way to 700. It was hard to know exactly, since the scale had broken under her a month prior. Now, free from the tyranny of knowing her weight, Blake had started to balloon with precipitous speed once more. “Ooooff!” The fat woman squeaked as she lowered her mass into the three chairs on her side of the table. Ruby licked her lips as she watched the fat bounce on her wife’s body. Blake was so thick and large, her every limb and curve exploding with fat. There was something in the way she carried herself that screamed unknown density, as if extra padding was packed into every fold. Ruby had not thought of herself as a feeder or fat addict, but Blake proved her wrong daily. With growing admittance, Ruby wanted her wife to get bigger. “We need to. . mmgghph. . .talk about. . .mmgghph. . .your pregnancy!” 

“Wha, my, I don’t know about that.” Ruby grew nervous, a thrill running from her chest to between her shapely thighs. “Blake, weren’t we teasing at Nora’s?” Suddenly the room was getting very hot. Ruby pulled on her collar. 

“Nope! At least. . .mmgghph. . .I wasn’t!” Blake stopped eating for a second just to dab a bit of butter on Ruby’s nose. She had to lean in an exaggerated manner to reach her wife, throwing her fat across the table. Large breasts and the uppermost rolls of her gut oozed across the table. Blake wore soft and comfy clothes, her fat needing to be coddled. Something about pregnancy had stolen the huntress nature from her. There was something abhorrent about donning her tight leather outfit and heading out into the wilds to fight grimm and other dangers. Instead, she wanted to be comfy and cozy. “I want to. . .uuuggh. . .see my baby. . .all big with babies.” She returned to her seat, proud of the little word play. Her monotone voice delivered the line well, adding a bit of warm comfort to it. 

“You’re turning into a pervert.” Ruby licked the butter off her nose, ignoring her own feelings for Blake’s body. “All those pregnancy hormones scrambled your brain.” 

“Or maybe just put things in perspective.” Blake responded before holding up a bowl of and scooping the remnants of the food from within. Ruby felt the room heating up as she stared at her wife’s gluttony. The pregnancy cravings had become general lifestyle eating, a normal facet of life. Blake would never go back down in weight, fattening tendencies here to stay. When the bowl came down empty, Ruby was still thinking of ways to encourage Blake to grow more. “We want a big family. I think you should share in the making of it.” 

“Trust me, I do plenty of that!” Ruby grinned, face fully blushing. “Who else is going to rub that butt of yours and feed you pizza late at night.”

Blake rolled her eyes. “Time to up your game, Rubes.” She smiled. “Plus, think of how surprising it will be to Yang and Weiss.” 

“Yeah. . .” Ruby said, her voice distant. A plan was starting to form in her mind, the thoughts of Blake getting bigger too tantalizing to ignore. “. . .think you will be able to take care of me?” Ruby asked. 

“Of course!” Blake snorted. “I’m something of an expert on pregnancy now.” 

“That’s true. . .” Ruby tapped her chin. Pregnancy might be the best option for making Blake bigger, but it did not have to be the faunus’. Sympathy weight was a thing for many couples. Blake would be around all of Ruby’s cravings, immersed in a world of hormones and desire. What if, Ruby pondered, she could offload those desires onto Blake. She would have the pregnancy, but the cat-eared woman would absorb all of the calories. It was a match made in heaven, giving everyone what they wanted. Ruby stood, walking around the table to fondle and kiss at her wife. “Just take good care of me.” 

Blake leaned into the attention, reminded once again of how doting Ruby had been during her own pregnancy. She had been kind and sweet and almost excessively amorous. She knew it would be hard to return the favor. If anything, Blake was a little afraid she would fall under Ruby’s spell again. Idly, she wondered what it would be like to be spoiled by a pregnant woman. There was something indulgent about that. Blake knew she would have to fight hard to make sure that she was the one taking care of her wife’s needs, and not vice versa. As fat and lazy as she had become, Blake felt she was up to the task. “Nothing but the best for you!” 

--- Chapter 2 ---

“Seriously, where are those caterers?” Weiss walked around the lobby of the hotel where the wedding reception was going to take place. She pounded out texts into her phone, trying to bend the world to her exacting demands. It seemed that everything was running behind schedule despite all the Schnee money that had been pumped into the various services. The event had pushed Weiss’ high strung nature to its breaking point. “Really! You just cannot buy good service anymore.”

“Heeeeey, relax.” Yang grabbed her soon to be wife from behind and pulled her close. Her hands found supple hips. Weiss had become more womanly as they had entered adulthood, but without losing the muscle underneath. She was like a tennis player with extra curves. Yang’s own buxom chest rubbed itself sensually into her bethroed’s back. “They’ll get here soon. Besides, we’re still missing half the guest list.” 

“Do not remind me.” Weiss scoffed. She tensed, finding herself unable to relax. “Where are Ruby and Blake? I would have thought they could at least be here by now.”

“It probably takes a little bit to roll Blake into the car.” Yang tried being funny. “She isn’t exactly spry anymore.”

“That’s why I’m worried about the catering!” Weiss started to lean back in her lover’s arms. A bit of gossip always helped take the edge off. “Oooooh I ordered so much food because of her. I know I shouldn’t say this. . .but I really hoped she would lose some weight after the baby came. It's been a while. . .but I just know she's the size of a house now!” Weiss imagined the obese cat girl bloating out to bed filling sizes. “Two wedding cakes and god only knows how many entrees to make sure she and the other guests have enough.”

“What do they say about fat cats?” Yang was proud of her little comment. She would have said more, but was cut off by Weiss’ phone ringing. She waited patiently as her wife-to-be took the call. 

“Heeeey Weiss.” Blake’s voice was audible to Yang as well. “We’re in the back. Looks like you got a special delivery. We are trying to let them in but the loading dock door won’t open.” 

“The catering!” Weiss whispered back to Yang. “We gotta go quick, she’ll eat it all!” It was easy for Weiss to envision Blake making Ruby take a detour to where the catering was supposed to be unloading the forthcoming meals. A chance quirk of them arriving together had added yet another hiccup to Weiss’ event. “We will be down right away!” Weiss said back into the phone. She hung up even as Blake was talking about the delivery and pulled Yang along. Time was of the essence if they were to keep the hungry faunus from devouring everything. 

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Weiss and Yang watched the garage door on the loading dock open in mute shock and horror. There was no catering, clearly they had been duped. There was, however, a special delivery. . .and she was even bigger than they could have imagined. The door pulled open at a snail's pace, each inch revealing another drooping fold or bulging roll. Yang and Weiss gasped, seeing the woman was so big that she had been loaded onto a flat board with wheels. The mobility platform was struggling under what must have been thousands of pounds of fat. The loading door rolled further up, acting as a show curtain revealing the weekend’s entertainment. 

A vast, round stomach jutted down between piles of thigh fat. The belly was gravid, undeiably and exaggeratedly so. What might have been otherwise a sagging or roll filled belly was stretched to tautness by what must have been a score of children. Weiss and Yang tried not to faint, seeing the full madness of what Blake and Ruby had been up to. This was indulgence beyond comprehension. To either side of this enormous monstrous pregnant gut were large breasts. They were held back by a thin margin of red fabric, a band of stretch cloth which wound around the circumference of her body. Yang’s hand traveled to her own breasts, a little jealous that she had been so upstaged. The reveal continued with painful slowness. Arms were so padded with fat that they were crooked out to the sides were the next reveal. Finally, the beginnings of doughy shoulders and wet chins were shown. There was little left to the reveal, but what was left knocked the wind out of the engaged couple. 

“Heeeeeey. . .Weisssssy!” Chins flapped and sloshed upon her chest. “Heeeeey. . .BBBBBLOOOOORRRUUUP!” A belch with enough strength to flutter the clothes on Weiss and Yang issued out of plump lips stained with the most recent meal of chocolates and donuts. “Heeeeey. . .BLEEERRUUP. . .Scchisscch!” Ruby Rose belched out her greetings to her sister and future sister-in-law. Despite how loud the bleches were, Yang and Weiss could only hear a dull ringing in their ears. The pair’s vision unfocused as they tried to process what had happened to one of their guests of honor. They could see fat, unending rolls and creases. Ruby was massive, fully immobilized and apparently loving it. She was so large that she was almost taller sitting than she was standing, held aloft by a massive and nearly naked butt. She wore no clothes on her lower half, only a sheet which was tucked into drooping lovehandles. Ruby waved a tired, flabby arm. “Come. . .Huh-ooon. . .give your. . .favorite. . .Team Leader. . .a hug!” She spread her arms, sagging bicep fat never leaving contact with her underarm rolls. 

Weiss and Yang took a few, timid steps forward. Each one made Ruby all the bigger. By the fourth, the shellshocked pair fainted. They fell to the ground holding each other’s hands. Ruby laughed, hardly able to see the pair past her bountiful form. Most of what she saw was shifting blubber, just as most of what she felt was the rubbing of fat upon fat. “Blaaaaaake!” She tried to turn her head and upper torso. Gravity worked upon her, slowly letting her fat fall over. One breast drooped low enough to kiss the beginnings of her jutting butt fat. “I think. . .BBBBEERRUUP. . .they might not. . .have been ready.” 

“Told you.” Blake walked around her wife. Ruby was more than large enough to obscure the faunus. Blake moved easier than she had in years, having lost weight. She was still quite fat but was almost svelte compared to Ruby’s sheer, mountainous bulk. With a sly smile on her face, she poked an elbow into Ruby’s car crushing butt. “Nobody is ever ready to see you, softie.” Ruby laughed, her flab dancing. Each giggle or guffaw sent a myriad of jiggles across her various hills and plains. Blake stood on her tip-toes, kissing what she could reach on her wife. “I’ll go get some cold water to wake them up. You stay here.”

“Pfft. . .as if. . .I had a choice!” Ruby folded her arms under her breasts, letting them rest upon her massive belly. It was good being fat.

--- Chapter 3 ---

“And what does my big baby mama need more of?” Blake put her face close enough to Ruby’s that their noses touched. She had scaled her mountainous wife, their blubber more intimately connected than a skinny couple hugging. “I know you need something, you have that look.” In a move that seemed almost too saccharin for the faunus, Blake wiggled her head back and forth. Her nose tickled Ruby’s whilst her ripples cascading down her fat, starting with her rounded face and distended second chin. Ruby’s face had changed greatly, going through several stages of evolution as the weight was packed on. She had started with one chin, then a second cropped up, after many wayward children had joined the second chin, and now they had all coalesced into one supreme being. The former huntress almost had no neck, relying on a singular curtain of fat to separate her head from her shoulders. 

“Oooooh. . .BBBLLLEEERRRRUUUP. . .only more of. . .everything!” Ruby finished the request with a small “tee-hee” which was almost too small and fluttery to come from her heavy form. The wedding party was well into the rehearsal dinner. Ruby hadn’t gotten much of a chance to speak to her sister or teammate since the disastrous reveal of her new body. Weiss and Yang had come back to consciousness and flown into the rehearsal, needing to keep on their tight timeline. Ruby had been hoping to catch up with them at the dinner. However, her appetite, and Blake’s desire to serve it, were making things difficult. “ Especially. . .those. . .pigs. . .HOOORRLUUUUP. . .in a blanket!” Ruby’s arms rested in a series of fleshy innertubes which bounced happily as she gave her order. 

“More pigs in a blanket. . .for a pig in a blanket, coming up!” Blake kissed Ruby’s nose before starting to slide off. She moved carefully, trying not to tear away the thin covering of stretch fabric that kept Ruby’s breasts from flopping free. It was bright red and sequined, the fanciest thing the immobile blob still owned and could wear. Blake was a black dollop of pudge on a canvas of pale fat, sliding her way down. She wore a conservative but form fitting dress, highlighting both the weight she had lost but the curves she retained. When she was back on the ground, she pinched Ruby’s humongous, naked buttcheek and went to get her more food. It would be straight to the kitchen, the waiters unable to handle the request directly. Besides, Weiss would blow another gasket if Ruby was related to the slow down of another part of the wedding. The chunky Faunus walked towards the kitchen, leaving her rotund lover alone.