How about... Weiss, but she's stuck in the fat rooms?
"What? Where am I?" Weiss gasped waking up in a cold sweat as she found herself laying on a damp floor. "Gr-gross! What the heck is this? Grease? What kind of weird dream is this?" The heiress questioned believing the strange smells and squishy texture beneath her hands to be nothing more than a particularly vivid dream. Standing to her feet she got a better view of her surroundings or lack there of. Not that there wasn't anything to see just that it all looked the same! Empt hallways and long stretched out corridors that seemed to go on to infinity.
"Definitely not having nachos before bed again... this place gives me the creeps." She sighed with nothing better to do she began making her way forward picking a direction and deciding to simply walk until she woke up. Her path wasn't straight, the constant turns and doorways leading to more rooms made keeping track of where she was going or where she had been almost impossible. But she believed she'd wake up any minute now so she could put up with the squelching of her feet against the grease soaked carpet or the faint smell of unrecognizable food filling the air. Her intreague at the nature of her dream like state would start to grow thin as the monotony of her wandering began weighing on Weiss' mind. "I swear I've seen that same stain on the wall 3 times now... Damn it how long have I been in here? Couldn't I dream up a clock or something?" She groaned starting to feel tired from all the walking and making an executive decision to rest for a bit. "Ugh is there nowhere dry in this place? It's like the whole world is covered in grease and food stains!" She yelled in annoyance as she desperately tried to find a comfortable place to catch her breath but only managed to stain her legs and night gown with more grease.
With no choice but to keep moving forward Weiss began to grown more and more paranoid. She felt wrong... like her pace was starting to slow a tad bit and not just from the exhaustion. The lack of a mirror or anything to see herself with made it hard to notice but she was beginning to gain weight gradually. Her feet plumping up and a chubby pair of cankles forming around her slender frame. The sweat and food stains littering place almost seamed to be soaking into her body as she wandered causing her to swell. "BWOURP~ I gotta get out of here! I-I don't wanna be here anymore! Please won't someone wake me UP?" Weiss cried banging on the walls crying out as she slammed her steadily fattening fists against anything she could to try and shock herself awake. She wanted to go home... she wanted Ruby and the others to wake her up and tell her it was all just a bad dream and they could cuddle in bed till she felt safe again.... but the longer she stayed here the less likely she believed that would happen. "FLRRRPOOORT BWOOOOOOOOORP!" Weiss' gas only got worse as her body expanded her stench only adding to the smells permeating her senses. The grease and sweat clinging to her body didn't help with the feeling of disgust she felt as she lumbered along belly sagging bellow her nightgown and panties permanently wedged between her cellulite and pimple covered ass cheeks. "Huff... gotta keep moving..." she groaned chugging along her will and desire to escape the only thing keeping her moving. She was starting to lose hope... mind dulling as she got used to waddling the empty halls and squeezing her fat fleshy form through doorway now too small for her to simply pass through. She stopped for the first time in what felt like ages and simply fell on her bottom. Fatigue and the burning in her lard sunken legs began to ease as she leaned against the disgusting wall behind her and relaxed taking a deep breath of her own rancid gas. Her lungs had gotten used to the putrid air by now and each breath only served to fatten her up even more. She closed her eyes drool leaking out her mouth and staining her sweat covered chins. She wanted a nap... it couldn't hurt right?
Days, weeks, months? Time didn't matter any more as Weiss crawled along clothes discarded and shame forgotten. Her hairy belly dragged along the floor as she shuffled on all fours like a hog. Her fat jowls wobbled as she stopped to lick at some lard dripping from a leaky pipe her plump lips wrapping around it tight and drinking her fill. She didn't even remember her own name not that she could say it or even recognize herself. Her fat face so swollen and sunken in that she could hardly see let along speak. The only thing that left her mouth these days was belches and drool. She was a mindless slob crawling in an endless search for more food. She'd eat, crawl nap and repeat slowly growing and driving herself into immobility. Perhaps one day she'd park herself infront of a pipe and just lay there. Using her own saggy boobs and gut as a pillow while she gorged her self on the thick viscous fluid. Would she become immobile? Content with sitting in the same place forever filling her gut until she eventually outgrows her prison? Or will she continue to waddle and crawl the faint remnants of her past self keeping her going hoping one day she'll find someone in this maze or even an exit...
Only time would tell.










