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Did Ruby or Yang ever expect Winter to be even a quarter as busty as she is or were the sisters expecting a woman as flat-chested and big-bottomed as their caked-up teammate when they heard she was coming to Beacon?
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“Oh, I definitely thought she was gonna be another flatty with a phatty,” Yang chuckled, hefting up one of Winter’s breasts in her arms like a sack and jiggling it about in her hands, listening to it slosh. “Gods, girl, how big even are these things? How much milk do you make?”
Winter squirmed a little as the two sisters handled her chest with. Weiss’s friends were very… physically affectionate. “I’m not sure exactly how much I produce, but I need to drain them of roughly three gallons each daily to prevent them from impeding me,” she answered, trying not to flinch as they rubbed and fondled her.
Yang whistled. “Wow.”
“Heh, I make more than that,” Ruby boasted, though really she seemed just as infatuated by the elder Schnee’s shoulder boulders as her sister was.
Winter suppressed what would’ve been a humiliating peeping noise as Ruby suddenly pressed in on her boob through her uniform from each side with her hands, like she was trying to get that dairy out herself. It sort of worked, but she had nothing to show for it, as Winter was wearing very large, very thick nursing pads under her bra. She had an embarrassing tendency to leak.
“I seriously can’t believe you’re this stacked when Weiss is… y’know, Weiss. You sure you don’t have different moms or something? No, wait, hereditary semblance… Dads? Different dads? Does that make a difference?” Yang inquired.
“I can say fairly confidently that we have the same parents,” Winter chuckled. “Our mother is very… well-endowed, as is hers, so I’ve always just been under the assumption that Weiss was a late bloomer. But now that she’s an adult, I’m starting to think that perhaps she was just unlucky with our gene pool.”
“Not you though,” Ruby cooed, lifting up Winter’s boob until it was above her own rack, and resting it on top of hers.
They were having far too much fun with this.
“Well from one boobalicious bombshell to another, if you ever need some help emptying these snowglobes then you know who to call!”
Winter blinked at the blonde’s offer. She didn’t really need help, and asking Weiss’s friends for assistance in milking herself felt… odd.
Though with how Yang was staring at her, she suddenly thought that she might’ve been undertones that she wasn’t picking up on.
Now I have to wonder; just how massive is Willow compared to Weiss and Winter's ass and tits? How big did she blow up from having three kids and does she have a sizeable beer gut on top of that?
Oh she's enormous. Like absolutely hyper-category even before she got pregnant and only getting larger since. Neither of her daughters have as much sloshing ass fat or back-straining milktank meat as Willow had back when she was Winter's age and even put together the two still fall short of her.
At the end of each day she's got to milk her jugs into a pool and by no means a small pool either. The kind of bra-snapping milk engorgement that would take her eldest days to build up is what Willow deals with during her lunch hour and she's not always empty by the end of it.
Her second's ass tonnage when she gets Milk Dust in her is certainly impressive when it isn't up against the foundation cracking hall clogger cheeks that needed a wall knocked down at any establishment that didn't have warehouse doors and could be used as seating for both her daughters.
And it's less a beer gut as it is a 'whatever alcoholic drinks were within eight feet of her' gut. Goes right to her thighs.
What's the largest Blake's been able to make her ass before Weiss snapped and started smacking the fuck out of her cheeks (and iq out of Blake's horny brain) in jealousy?
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“O-o-o-one innnnch biggerrrrr~” Blake stammered before she yelped loudly as a violent WHAP echoed through the room.
“I thought I told you you had to cut back on your eating!” Weiss barked at her irritably. “And yet here you are, stuffing your face like a hog! It’s like you don’t have any shame!”
*WHAP!*
Blake moaned into the pillow she was clutching as foot after foot of wobbling buttlard rippled at the impact of Weiss’s hand. The instant that Weiss had begun to suspect that Blake was approaching her size, she’d begun measuring them both every morning. The instant that Blake had gained even a single inch over her in size, she had started doing this, and insisting that Blake start dieting, lest she become ‘a fatass pig that wasn’t fit to be a huntress.’
Unfortunately for Weiss, Blake was a rampant pain-loving hornball, and the heiress’s ’punishments’ were actually just incentives for Blake to keep on pushing. She’d been making sure to eat as much fatty food as possible every day, snacking on whatever she could get her hands on between meals that could’ve fed three, and alllll of that fat was going to the right place. This had all started with an inch, but after just a few weeks she’d actually gotten several more feet over her, officially breaking past the ‘as wide as she was tall’ milestone.
It was shocking even to her how fast she could grow when she was actually trying.
*WHAP!*
Blake shuddered and bit her pillow. She couldn’t cum. If she did, then Weiss would know and it would likely all be over. This was what she looked forward to the most every day. Every little bite of food she took, the masochistic kitty rubbed her thighs together and fantasized about when the sun would set and Weiss would force her into bed to degrade her, to spank her silly for being such a fatass.
And fuuuck, what a fatass she was.
“What is it going to take to get it through these THICK,” *WHAP!* “GREEDY,” *WHAP!* CHEECKS?!” *WHAP!*
Blake mewled into her pillow pathetically. Her ass stung. “Ahm sohwy,” she lied into her pillow.
“Then do something about it!” *WHAP!*
Holy fuck she was going to have marks on her cheeks in the morning with how hard Weiss was spanking her. With how little her uniform’s skirt covered, everyone was going to see how she was being played with.
She almost came at that thought. Not yet. Not yet. Not until Weiss left the room.
*WHAP!*
Ohhhhh it was going to be a rough one tonight… Just how the faunus liked it~
Did Ruby or Yang ever expect Winter to be even a quarter as busty as she is or were the sisters expecting a woman as flat-chested and big-bottomed as their caked-up teammate when they heard she was coming to Beacon?
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“Oh, I definitely thought she was gonna be another flatty with a phatty,” Yang chuckled, hefting up one of Winter’s breasts in her arms like a sack and jiggling it about in her hands, listening to it slosh. “Gods, girl, how big even are these things? How much milk do you make?”
Winter squirmed a little as the two sisters handled her chest with. Weiss’s friends were very… physically affectionate. “I’m not sure exactly how much I produce, but I need to drain them of roughly three gallons each daily to prevent them from impeding me,” she answered, trying not to flinch as they rubbed and fondled her.
Yang whistled. “Wow.”
“Heh, I make more than that,” Ruby boasted, though really she seemed just as infatuated by the elder Schnee’s shoulder boulders as her sister was.
Winter suppressed what would’ve been a humiliating peeping noise as Ruby suddenly pressed in on her boob through her uniform from each side with her hands, like she was trying to get that dairy out herself. It sort of worked, but she had nothing to show for it, as Winter was wearing very large, very thick nursing pads under her bra. She had an embarrassing tendency to leak.
“I seriously can’t believe you’re this stacked when Weiss is… y’know, Weiss. You sure you don’t have different moms or something? No, wait, hereditary semblance… Dads? Different dads? Does that make a difference?” Yang inquired.
“I can say fairly confidently that we have the same parents,” Winter chuckled. “Our mother is very… well-endowed, as is hers, so I’ve always just been under the assumption that Weiss was a late bloomer. But now that she’s an adult, I’m starting to think that perhaps she was just unlucky with our gene pool.”
“Not you though,” Ruby cooed, lifting up Winter’s boob until it was above her own rack, and resting it on top of hers.
They were having far too much fun with this.
“Well from one boobalicious bombshell to another, if you ever need some help emptying these snowglobes then you know who to call!”
Winter blinked at the blonde’s offer. She didn’t really need help, and asking Weiss’s friends for assistance in milking herself felt… odd.
Though with how Yang was staring at her, she suddenly thought that she might’ve been undertones that she wasn’t picking up on.
Now I have to wonder; just how massive is Willow compared to Weiss and Winter's ass and tits? How big did she blow up from having three kids and does she have a sizeable beer gut on top of that?
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What was Glynda's worst growth spurt incident that got both ends of her blowing up like titanic waterballoons?
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Glynda blinked as an apple was plopped on her desk in front of her.
She looked up from her paperwork to see one of the many students filing in - a girl with pink and brown hair in a Haven uniform - smiled and waved at her before walking off to take her seat with the rest of her team. The one with green hair in particular seemed to want to talk to her.
…Odd.
Glynda wasn’t sure she’d ever actually received an apple from a student before, and certainly not a visiting student who’d be leaving in a few months. Which hadn’t ever bothered her. It wasn’t really something she’d ever even thought about.
But the gesture was appreciated. And she was feeling a bit peckish. She’d had a hectic morning, and hadn’t had the time for a proper breakfast.
After looking up to see that about half of her class was still filing in and yet to take their seats, she decided she may as well take a bite of it now.
Her eyes widened as the flavor flooded her mouth. This was good! Crispy, cold and juicy in all of the ways one would hope for an apple to be. The professor scarfed down the whole thing in less time than it took for all of her students to take their seats.
She hadn’t realized just how badly she’d needed a snack! She’d have to thank that Mistralian student later…
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*Grrrwwwwwllll…*
Glynda slammed the bathroom door shut loudly behind her and stumbled towards the nearest stall. Her whole body was shaking. Her breathing was labored. She was so sweaty that her shirt was becoming translucent and revealing her lacey black bra.
What the hell was happening?
*Grrrllllrrrgllllll…*
She felt her stomach vibrating as it howled at her, clearly deeply, deeply displeased by something. She couldn’t have known for the life of her what had upset it. She’d barely eaten anything today. What could’ve-
“Hrrnnng!” Glynda keeled over and clutched at her stomach as she felt a tight pressure spread. There was a powerful bubbling sensation spreading from her poor tummy to her chest and rear, causing them to rumble loudly.
And then they swelled.
Her already sizable breasts gurgled as they billowed out in front of her. Liquid fat glorped within as her skin stretched to accommodate the ballooning sacks of fat, causing her bra to dig into her skin and her flesh to spill out of her boob window like rising dough.
She could feel her butt expand and pump fuller and fuller with lard, her thighs thickening up alongside it and causing the seams of her pants to scream. The garment was stretched so thin that her underwear could be seen through the fabric, even as her burgeoning cheeks devoured it.
Her jaw dropped in utter disbelief as her lower vision was filled with bloating boobflesh. The surge of growth began to slow for just a moment, and then seeped to ebb. She reached up to grab her engorged knockers, which had blown up to the point of covering her belly button, and gasped at how tender they felt in her palms.
Then, just as it seemed like it was going to stop, her stomach gurgled loudly once more and Glynda gasped again as her breasts surged outwards in her hands, joining in on the rumbling sound, vibrating between her fingers as her bra snapped to pieces as her shirt began to tear.
It was the same story down below. Her thighs and her ass vibrated as they rapidly blew up full of fat, ripping seams all along her stockings and her skirt. Her knees knocked together as the doomed garments practically exploded off of her frame, destroyed by her sloshing, bubbling fat.
“W-What’s happening t-to- oooouuuugh!”
Her stomach gurgled madly once again, followed by another burst of size from her bloated boobies and booty. The growth wasn’t steady, it wasn’t a constant. It ebbed and flowed with no rhyme or reason as to how long or how much she grew.
One moment led to a slow, but noticeable surge in size, her buxom milk tanks growing so full they nearly met her toes, while her monolithic haunches rose so high behind her they almost reached her shoulder blades. All of that in the span of just a few minutes, Goodwitch falling to her knees as the sheer weight began to take its toll on her, breathing heavy, labored breaths from her growing exertion and arousal.
Then her eyes went wide as her whole body shuddered from a thundering *BLRRBBGLGL!* and her assets doubled in size. It only took seconds for her vision to be completely and entirely filled with her own cleavage. Seconds for her dumptruck to get wide enough to destroy the sinks and pulverize stalls. Seconds for her to become an immobile blob of swelling, sloshing, grumbling curves.
Then it was slow again. A single small little pulse, covering another few inches, followed by several seconds of near silence, lulling the professor into a false sense of security, making her think for a moment that it might have been over.
Only for her to be struck by a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it burst that doubled her size yet again in a single instant, stopping as fast as it started. She moaned into the wall of supple flesh in front of her as her rumbling curves flattened everything in the restroom and pressed against the walls ominously, heart racing as she waited with baited breath for the next spurt to come and knock the surrounding walls down…
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Emerald watched from the bench with wide eyes as two thundering monuments of sloshing, fleshy fat burst through a wall not far at all from where they were sitting. The blubbery orbs churned and gurgled as they lurched bigger in unpredictable pulses, coupled with a shrill, whining moan that she could even hear over the guttural rumbling of the boob and cheek that had escaped into the courtyard.
“Oh, wow, you weren’t kidding…” Emerald breathed as Neo leaned forwards to properly see past her. She nodded slowly, looking pleased as punch as the sexy teacher ballooned out before their very eyes, turning into an immobile pile of boob and butt blubber.
Emerald turned to look at her, eyes filled with both trepidation and a hint of excitement. “You said you have more of those apples, right?”
Neo nodded enthusiastically, then held up a whole bag of what must’ve contained about a dozen of juicy fruits for the two of them to split. Emerald’s mouth gaped. “And one of them…?” she trailed off and pointed a thumb at Goodwitch. Neo nodded again, slowly. “Wow,” the verdette thief panted.
Emerald turned to look back at Goodwitch. The absurdly corpulent huntress was still expanding in wild bursts, digging moats in the ground and churning up dirt as she spread across it. She’d already grown substantially since she’d initially broken through the wall.
The multicolored girl got to her feet and stood beside her, cocking her head to one side as she joined in to watch the bloated witch blow up.
“She’s… not slowly down, huh?”
Neo shook her head slowly.
“…We should probably move before we eat those, right? Just to be safe?”
Neo was still for a moment, then nodded once in agreement.
The two of them walked briskly away to what would hopefully be a safe distance while Glynda howled in ecstasy as her assets blurbled, her tremendous girth continuing to spread and grow with no end in sight.
Yep, leave it to Emerald and Neo to prank someone and make them grow almost indefinitely, let's hope Glynda doesn't cause a flood from her milk and cum!
Who is actually secretly a cow faunas, but their trait was actually lactation or hyper tits and no one even batted at eye at them?
"Uhhhh, none of us are, actually?" Blake chuckled as her ears folded down. "And last I checked my family's purely Feline Faunus all the way back, so I'm out by default."
"And it's most definitely not me nor Nora, no matter how many people joke about it..." Pyrrha's unamused grimace turned towards her ever-energetic viking friend.
Nora threw her hands up in jest, "We never know Pyr, the chances are slim but never zero! Where else could your milkers have come fro-MMM!" Until she was inevitably silenced by the easily embarrassed spartan, flailing in Pyrrha's grip.
"And as much as me and Yang have had some...incidents with some floods and many other messy incidents with our...liquids..." Ruby's face became as red as her cape, bashfully cupping her bloated bosom that bulged over her corset. "B-but that doesn't really mean we're Cow Faunus! As much as people call us that..."
Yang only scoffed with her hands behind her head, making her already massive, milky, mamms appear bigger than they already were with their pink areolas peeking from the hem of her top. "Speak for yourself Rubes, I'm loving the nicknames! Others started calling me The Milktruck Dragon and honestly? A girl could used to it, because are they wrong~?"
The blonde bombshell demonstrates this by swaying her supersized sloshers side-to-side with a gloosh, slorsh, ga-lunk of her titillating tits, bouncing and undulating with gorgeous-as-all-hell gelatinous consistency. "Loads of girls wish they had tits like mine! Ain't that right, Ice Queen~?"
Yang would have nudged Weiss...had it not been for the fact she looked like she was about to strangle the life out of Yang with the wrath of a million blizzards, and her couch-crushing, hallway-clogger of a caboose. Needless to say, the Schnee's most definitely had no bovine DNA in the bloodline...
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Do you think Exohydrax enjoys feeling her shorts or sweatpants rip when her ever clapping ass boulders outsize the rest of her body?
There isn't a day where Exo tests the limits of her sweatpants from her clapcakes swelling whenever she gets the slightest bit horny.
She'll be recording one of her videos shaking and bucking her hips around to the bass-filled beat of her music, then you hear a faint gurgle in the background, and every buck of her hips while she whips and claps her badonk result in more noticeable sloshing.
Pounds upon pounds, or rather gallons upon gallons of thick liquid lard pump up within Exo's plump, pliable posterior that an audible creaking and groaning from her very skin taking on more blubber than any species of whale on the planet, eventually slamming against the ground with a thick glorp.
Her little routine is a bit harder to pull off, but she does have some skill in proper belly-dancing to truly move her humongous humps like jostling, fleshy jello molds they are!
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So who was the first to clog up hallway traffic with their dumptruck-flattening ass, Weiss or Blake?
Weiss threw her head back and unleashed an exasperated groan of frustration from her throat, while Blake looked away to try and hide her blush. "It was...the both of us, actually."
"At the same time no less..." The heiress continued for her flustered teammate. Weiss rubbed her temple recalling that dreadfully shameful day they got each other stuck in one of Beacon's spacious hallways.
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The icy fencer of Team RWBY stifled a small burp in her throat with a dainty fist to her mouth, her Scroll in her other hand whilst messaging her dear elder sister about her current week at Beacon. Her grades were astounding, the new friends she was making were delightful...within her tolerance range, and the food served in the cafeteria was wonderful! Why, it was evident right now thanks to her recent binge of all manner of pastry desserts that turned her modest couch-filling rear into a car-crushing lard factory, clapping with every step and eloquent sway of her elephantine hips...no, ceteacean-wide hips that everyone that passed by had to give Weiss the right of way lest they be bowled over or unintentionally hip-checked into the wall or bounced off her jiggling thighs.
But Weiss payed them no mind, she knew her body commanded authority and carried an incredible presence, the noise was second nature to her by now on top of her weight in combat, but the sloshing, churning, ga-lunking sounds of her liquid adipose couldn't be quite drowned out...because she adored the sound; it was beautiful, it was sensual, it was her! 'And I don't need the milk-laden tits to prove how loud I can be~.' chirped her inner self, letting the veil of vanity break through the prim and proper mask. Her lithe upper body may as well have belonged to someone else, minus the matching blubber gut that gently bounced and wobbled against her silky white thighs, somewhere underneath all that wiggling, gelatin, vanilla blubber was her robin's egg blue thong utterly swallowed by all that royal wobblemeat, oh how she cherished the feeling when they weren't stretched to their limits over her pale, plapping, gurgling Schneeglobes.
Ahead of Weiss however, Blake had just exited the library with her latest read...and latest gallons of gluteus maximus mass. With her nose buried into her book the cat Faunus kept her stride, paying no mind to the people almost flattened by her bloated, blorbling Bellabooty bulging out of the top hems of her insanely elastic bootyshorts. Now and again Blake tugged them back up as best she could, but all that creamy catgirl dough jiggled and wobbled like the fleshy mass it was, the sloshing wave-like ripples rolling up her own Faunus paunch of a belly held back by the hem of her pants. Blake's milky boobs weren't spared at all either, sure they paled in comparison to the jigglemounds behind her, but her kitty titties sloshed just as much with the free drink she was going to abuse later for a free as fuck food hack!
Both Weiss and Blake's blorping, sloshing badonks were, to the surprise of absolutely no one in Beacon, were just about equal in size, Weiss' being a several pound or so bigger, but after this binge of their's? Both bootylicious beauties were rocking bakeries that rose above their shoulders.
At their tallest apex and churning hemisphere...
Today however, those gurgling globes were about to collide like planets in an apocalypse scenario...well, for the infrastructure of the hallway at least.
The Schnee's Thronebreaker and the Belladonna's Bellablubber were approaching the Roache Limit;
After a long, gloriously inevitable minute, the two girls' gigantic glutes impacted in just the right manner for their destructive dumptrucks to wedge them both against the walls and each other.
"W-what the-?! Excuse you, Blake!" Weiss spat at her Faunus teammate.
Blake scowled in return slamming her book shut. "Me? At least I had a handle on where I was walking! You were the one with your nose upturned at everyone as soon as you turn into a damn whale!" She emphasized this by angrily spanking the now ornery heiress on her vast ocean of creamy, gurgly dough earning a sharp (and adorable) yelp from Weiss. The latter's face turning beat red from embarrassment and flustered fury as her glacier breakers jiggled like jello.
"Well maybe you should have thought about that before your tunnel vision kicked in for your damnable smut addiction! How deep were you buried in that book to be this much of an igoramus?!" The Ice Queen retorted, summoning the armored claw of her Arma Gigas to mollywhop the bloated blobs of Bellabooty, leaving a red handprint against her pale haunches while her pliable punch sloshed and gurgled.
The two Huntresses went at this for the next foreseeable...hour, until Glynda had appeared to help compress their bodacious badonks to a more manageable size, and pulled Sun & Neptune out from between said mounds of churning meat after they failed to help and decided to help themselves to their respective girlfriends' predicament.
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"That was...not the most pleasant afternoon I was hoping for, but we definitely learned our lesson!" Weiss proudly planted her dainty knuckles in her double-wide waist.
Blake merely snickered bumping her blubbery bum into her teammate's. "You sure you're not saying that because you loved Neptune giving your butt hickies?"
Cue Weiss adorably and noisily chasing after the person who accosted her integrity for the umpteenth time in Beacon...even if Blake was 100% right about it.