Flabrooms Pt 2 Piece 1 PREVIEW

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Series: RWBY

Characters: Ruby, Weiss, Blake, Yang, Nora, Pyrrha

Contains: Weight gain, force-feeding

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Team RWBY had found themselves in a winding maze of hallways. Paths branched in all directions, lights buzzed incessantly, and food with the ability to enthrall the team would randomly appear. The entire situation was like a strange dream, but that last part had become a nightmare for their figures. Slender bodies of huntresses in training were now engulfed in fluffy layers of blubber. It was clear that without caution, they’d grow only fatter…

Ruby had garnered a balanced distribution. She had folds and rolls, a sizable belly, a full chest, wide hips, a round butt, and pillar-like thighs. She was the picture definition of an obese woman. Her clothes did their best to hold on, but her skirt was almost a glorified belt, and her corset had lost its strings.

Weiss was roughly the same weight as Ruby, but her belly was much more prominent and round. All of her body could be described as plush and smooth, elegantly rounded and thick…except her breasts. There was no visible change to Weiss’s chest. Her cheeks, arms, butt, thighs, and belly all boasted a visible curve. Her chest? Flat as a pancake. 

Blake and Yang were a whole other issue. They had been more deeply ensnared by their gluttony. This was by no small metric, either. Blake weighed twice as much as Ruby and Weiss. Her build was much more bottom-heavy, and her hips would have to squeeze through most of the narrow doorways. Thankfully, a more compact belly would allow her to shimmy through sideways. Her shorts were still in a terrible state. No one had mentioned it, but Blake had a visible wedgie. Fleshy cheeks threatened to fully devour the strained white fabric. 

Yang was the fattest of the group. Undeniable morbid obesity. She was winded just from waddling and had to stop for breaks often. Going too fast also threatened to expose herself. A strained, yellow tank top was no more than a sling to hold the girl’s massive breasts. The fleshy mounds swayed like a pendulum with each step. Sweat droplets rolled over and between them before they accumulated in her belly rolls. Yes, Yang was more than a massive pair of tits, but it was hard to spot her flabby gut when cast in shadow. Her hips, arms, and thighs were all sizable, too. Her chest was just much more.

Perhaps it filled the gap Weiss created…