RWBY: Blake Waddles Through a Wedding.

--- What’s The Best Way to Get a Sulky Faunus Out Of Bed? ---

Blake turned slowly in bed. Her large, pregnant body turned from one side to the other. In a drowsy haze she fought against the pull of gravity which was trying to force her to lay on her right side. Yet, for reasons even she couldn’t fathom, her body told her to change positions. It was a laborious task, trying to force herself around. Her belly and breasts sloshed as she moved, dragging slightly behind the rest of her. She felt her hefty weight move slowly, nearly 500 pounds of soon-to-be mother forced into motion by her fickle brain. Her mountainous stomach, equal parts soft fat and taut baby-bump, rose like the moon as she turned. The blankets covering her rose and were dragged from the corners of the bed. It took a lot to cover the motherly faunus these days and her body seemed to devour fabric. The big woman huffed and puffed, already running out of energy despite not even changing from her side to her back. This was the hardest part, the uphill fight against the pull of gravity and the weight of her own body, everything after this would be much simpler. Once she was on her back she simply had to tip her bulk in the desired direction and let the forces at play do the work for her. Underneath her doughy ass the bed squealed, less than pleased that the massive occupant was moving again. Blake bit her lip, digging her pudgy hands into the bed in order to help move. She might have been obese and pregnant, but she had not yet lost her indomitable will. She continued to force her bulk upwards, straining as much as she could, her ears standing on end. Finally, Blake’s massive body slid into place on the bed. The entire frame shook as the massive, fat, pregnant cat rolled into place. Blake’s melon sized, milk filled breasts sloshed to either side of her and her stomach bobbed heavily on her doughy thighs. Realizing again just how pregnant and fat she was, Blake took a second to moan and whimper. Her strength was spent on moving those precious inches, she could afford a moment of self pity.

“Blake?! Blakiiieeee?” The sounds of her wife’s anguish sent Ruby into a usual fit of hyperactive care and concern. Ruby had been sitting on the hotel room’s couch, patiently waiting for her wife to wake up. Blake, with her constant concerns as a mother, had become a very light sleeper and Ruby had started to take great pains not to disturb her. While unnecessary, it was the kind of extra mile that the leader of team RWBY was willing to go to for her wife. However, with the proof that her wife was awake and in need of comforting, her care and concern truly began to come out. “How can I help? Do you need an extra pillow? Another blanket? Comforting, sleepy-time foot massage?” Ruby listed items off with more passion than sense, stacking the items on the bed as she spoke. She eagerly waited for Blake to say something, anything so that she could attend to it. Yet, all she got was a pair of lustrous, amber eyes and fuzzy black ears appearing out from under the thick comforter. Blake shook her head without saying anything, a sign which Ruby knew well. Blake was having problems that reached far beyond simple physical needs. Taking a deep breath to expel her natural energy, Ruby slid into bed and under the covers. It was like a tugboat cozying up to an iceberg. Ruby was outweighed and outsized by an astronomical degree. Ruby’s small arms worked to encircle a very large, very soft belly. One traveling below and the other working its way over top. Ruby couldn’t hope to fit her arms all the way around her wife anymore, but she would settle for any physical closeness. Ruby pulled herself in slowly, her lithe and active body pressing into Blake’s doughy softness. She couldn’t say, especially with how worked up Blake was at the moment, but Ruby loved feeling Blake’s pregnant body. There was something magical in her gravid wife, not that Blake could see the same.

“Before you ask, I’m fine.” Blake spoke softly, her body saying otherwise. She turned her face away from Ruby, her heavy cheeks noticeably jiggling. As awful as it was to say, Blake’s face was the only part of her that seemed to be able to move remotely quickly any more. Certainly, she thought with some amount of disgust, her mouth was quite quick. . .at scarfing down more food. Huffing for a moment, Blake put a hand on the hand which held her stomach. While upset, she was not so mad that she couldn’t embrace her wife. She didn’t want to do much more, lest Ruby realize how truly fat and monstrous she had become. That was the pregnancy brain talking. There was little way for Ruby to have not noticed her wife’s shift in weight, but Blake’s capacity for logic had left at the end of her first trimester. Even the coolheaded, bookish woman was subject to the hormones, whims, and flights of fancy that came with pregnancy. It was a rollercoaster that she had been glad to ride, even if the payment had been her huntress’ body and athleticism. “I just wanted to move. . .forgot how hard that was. I think I’ve become a hippo faunus.” Blake mumbled into her pillow, still looking away from Ruby.

Ruby chanced a moment to rub Blakes twitching ears. Even under the best circumstances, it was not something that the faunus enjoyed. The sensitive hearing instruments were the softest part about her, even with the added weight, and she kept them a closely guarded secret. Yet, Ruby had some amount of wifely privileges. Her hand glided over the soft ears, hands working on the silky fur. Blake shivered, stifling a surprised purr. She was upset and self-conscious, but there were forces inherent to the body that were sometimes stronger than anger. “Nope! Still a cat!” Ruby remarked gleefully. Unwavering in her kindness and optimism, Ruby had but one straightforward tact when dealing with Blake’s moodiness. “My faaaavvvooorrrrite cat, in fact.” She nuzzled closer to her wife, pressing her face into Blake’s luscious locks of hair and soft shoulder rolls. “The most beautiful cat faunus in the world.” Ruby planted a kiss on the nape of Blake’s neck. A shiver went through both women. Ruby was a relentless fighter. . .and lover. It was kindness, optimism, and lover that broke down barriers with her; even with stubborn faunus mothers.

“Mmmmhmmm. . .” Blake hummed in pleasure, her hormones sweeping her away from the darkness that she had been feeling. “If you keep doing that I will ignore that you are lying.” Blake turned as much as she was able to expose her neck further. Her appetites, culinary and sexual, had made less and less sense as her pregnancy had gone on. She might refuse sex but demand a thousand brushes of her hair or have Ruby fan her lightly for 30 minutes. Her requests were odd and plentiful, sometimes leaving Ruby completely in the dark for how they could be stimulating. Yet Ruby never complained or tried to duty-dodge. She would complete all manner of quirky requests for her ballooned lover. Ruby moved up Blake’s round body, her arms sliding up the expanse of tummy. Blake did purr as she felt Ruby move. Despite her overzealous nature, Ruby was picture perfect as a lover. She was tender, knowing unconsciously how to push all of the right buttons for Blake. The slim hands around Blake’s bulging waist came to rest on her upper stomach, just under her large breasts. The large, doughy milk factories could easily swamp the small, thin arms. “Yes, JuuuHHHUUUsstt like that.” Blake whispered as Ruby’s soft lips made contact with the back of her neck. She thought she might squeal when they came back. Blake tried to maintain a sense of dignity when it came to romance and lovemaking, never wanting to lose herself to mindless passion. . .but Ruby could bring her close to the brink.

Ruby continued to plant the odd little kisses and pecks on the back of Blake’s neck. She worked simply on letting Blake enjoy the moment, letting her round wife turn into a soppy butterball of romantic feelings. Blake’s defenses were always high, but it was easier to get around them if you knew how to play her hormones. Ruby waited and picked her moment intelligently. “You know. . .Blake.” She spoke between kisses, her hands drumming atop Blake’s baby bump. “You are still beautiful. . .to me. . .to our friends. . .to the rest of the world.” unrehearsed words spilled out of Ruby’s lips. “You shouldn’t worry so much.” She kissed twice, waiting for a response. While she was glad that Blake was enjoying her kisses, Ruby couldn’t let the issue go unaddressed. She couldn’t have her wife going around with such body conscious thoughts rattling through her mind. For however fat and pregnant Blake was, 540 pounds, Ruby knew that she was still a beautiful woman.

“. . .Ruby. . .” Was all Blake said, following up with a forceful sigh. The spell of romance was broken enough for Blake concerns to drift back in, though not as strongly as before. The emotional and physical presence of her wife was enough to act as a bulwark against the full brunt of her concerns about her weight, size, and attractiveness. Blake thought a little more clearly than she had been able to in recent days. It was probably because of all the activity. The pair were attending a very special, important event: Ren and Nora’s wedding. It had been a whirlwind and swirl of activity: seeing old friends, traveling to different wedding events, and reminiscing about her own wedding had triggered Blake’s concerns about her body. It wasn’t easy being the fat friend. She had to see the slim, athletic, monster-hunting physiques of Ruby, Yang, Nora, and the other girls whilst also simply working to waddle her fat ass around. She seemed to be a literal step behind everyone else, whilst also panting and huffing. To make matters worse, memories of her wedding floated up to her. It had been perfect. An amazing union between Belladonna and Rose families. She had looked amazing, dressed in a stunningly designed wedding gown with gold trim around all of the ruffles. She had also been at her thinnest. Blake, perhaps unwisely, had practically starved herself for the dress. It was that same starvation, coupled with her pregnancy cravings that had probably led to her current obesity. Her desire to eat had returned with a vengeance after the wedding. The proverbial “Once past the lips, a lifetime on the hips” had come to pass for Blake. “I. . .can we talk about this later?” She asked, sniffling again. She knew she wasn’t strong enough to get through the conversation without crying. She didn’t know when she would be strong enough, but now certainly wasn’t the time.

“But Blake we. . .” Ruby started to speak before a loud knock sounded at the door. Both women practically jumped out of their skins at the loud and rapid knocking.

“Rrrrrrruuuuubbbbyyy! Blllllllaake! It’s weddin’ time! Come on, come on, come on!” Nora’s voice sounded even more chaotic than normal. Both women on the bed groaned, shaking their heads. The bride was loose once more. Nora had been practically chained to the wall the night before in order to keep her still and steady. The orange haired woman was beyond excited to finally be marrying Ren, a fact that she had to make known to everyone. It was sweet. . .until it started to interfere with the actual wedding plans themselves. While not a bridezilla, not in the slightest, Nora was her own unique blend of chaos, trouble, and enjoyable. It was an endearing sort of chaos, but chaos nonetheless.

“Nora! Come back! The bride isn’t supposed to be seen yet and she’s definitely not supposed to be everyone’s alarm clock.” Jaune’s voice and pounding feet came down the hall. He was the latest victim to be placed on bridal watch and was doing about as well as everyone expected. “Please come back, the makeup artists are here!” He called, trying to entice the wild woman back to her hotel room.

“Just a few more floors to go!” Nora called, giggling and running down the hall. Blake and Ruby stayed silent, laughing quietly as they heard Jaune try desperately to corner and capture his teammate. The lighthearted sounds of marital trainwrecks did a lot to soothe both of their souls.

--- Does a Pregnant, Fat Faunus Like Belly Rubs? ---

“If Nora doesn’t use her makeup artist, they should send her up here.” Ruby said as she did her best to apply the slew of cosmetics to Blake’s face. The bi woman rested on two small stools in the center of the bathroom. One for Blake and her mammoth ass and the other for her belly alone. Ruby flitted from side to side, trying to make sure that the makeup was applied perfectly. It was never a skill that Ruby had learned to perfection. It took agonizing minutes of stillness to apply cosmetics, something that the excitable woman could never manage to do. She had become proficient enough, the photos of her and Blake on countless dates and events could testify to that but she was hardly a master like Weiss. It was fun all the same though. She loved getting up close and personal, finding little ways to make her wife’s beauty even more noticeable. Blake sat perfectly still, save for stroking her belly. Her pudgy arms trailed up and down the expanse of her fat stomach. Yet there were room for more hands. Three or four people could have crowded around Blake’s belly with no problem, each having their own patch of soft real estate to massage. Blake was too pregnant and fat to stand for long without support so she had been forced to sit and allow Ruby to work. The big faunus had wanted to grumble about that, but wasn’t able. The pampering was too thorough and too sweet to sully with her dark mood. She was more than content to relax and let Ruby do her work. She shuffled from time to time, either because of a stray kick from one of her babies or because she needed to adjust herself on the small stool.

The stool would hold, the wrought iron was surprisingly strong, but it did not look like it would. The thing was too small by far, not even big enough to fully rest one of Blake’s buttcheeks on. Yet, it would have to do. Blake’s mammoth rear devoured the free space of the stool, replacing it with warm and supple assfat. She had more than enough of a “mommy butt”. Most women found themselves becoming curvier when they became pregnant, few found themselves becoming so fat that normal chairs did not work anymore. Blake had always known she had a large rear end, but she had not been so acquainted with the fact as when she had begun to fully outgrow chairs. Time after time she found herself standing up, only to have the chair follow, her ass and gut having wedged themselves deeply between the armrests. The experience had been a horror when it first started, but had settled down to a dull embarrassment; a statement on how used to being fat Blake had become. It was a constant stream of embarrassments for Blake now, though none topped getting into and out of bed.

When the two had finally decided to get up, Blake had found herself in need of Ruby’s physical assistance. The big faunus had come slowly to the edge of the mattress, inching her fat and gravid form to the very edge. The large faunus had sat on the edge of the bed. Her large calves squished against the bed frame while her Thighs smashed together and her belly jutted out into empty air. It was impressive, whether Blake would admit it or not, that her belly was so large. She carried a champion sized litter with 6 children gestating inside of her. Full and round, her belly jutted out proudly despite its owner’s baggage. A Layer of fat insulated and cushioned the large orb, letting it rest easily on Blake’s already juicy thighs. She then had grudgingly raised her arms, looking away from Ruby in embarrassment. It was obvious to Ruby that the faunus had begun to get depressed again, so it was time for her to remind her wife that every pregnant woman began to rely on their partner at some point. “I would be depressed if you didn’t ask me to help you.” Ruby had said, taking Blake’s fat hands in her own. Blake’s doting wife had smiled and taken the chubby arms presented to her and began to tug, lugging the immense woman up. Blake bit her plump, pink lip and tried to ignore the sensation of her body, breasts, and ass swaying and jiggling back and forth. Ruby was plenty strong, but the motions were still jerky and uneven. Blake strained her own doughy legs, forcing them to accept her true weight once again.

The two had then made their way into the hotel bathroom. Ruby put her arm around Blake, guiding the larger woman as best she could. It was good to move fast. Firstly for Blake’s comfort and secondly so she didn’t have much time to think about her hugeness. She was already staring down at her unrivaled belly, watching it sway back and forth while her huge breasts knocked against the sides. Ruby did not want to prolong that suffering. They reached the bathroom door in record time, but then began the fight to get Blake through the door. The big woman had to put her hands to either side of the doorframe and push her way forwards, whilst Ruby guided and pushed from behind. Blake was not actually stuck, but there was the constant fear that she had finally gotten fat enough to clog an entire door. Ruby breathed a sigh of relief as she watched Blake’s bountiful, naked ass pass through without issue. It was then a simple matter of guiding Blake to the shower stool so they could begin their getting ready in earnest. Ruby had to coo and settle Blake throughout the entirety of the shower. Water streamed down both of their naked bodies, but Ruby could tell that there were tears from Blake mixed in with the running shower water. “You know. . . Ruby had said, part of the way through the shower. “. . .you were only supposed to be the booty-queen. No fair taking away the title of biggest breasts from my sister.” Ruby had hefted one of Blake’s boobs, hardly able to hold it with one hand. Blake had cracked a slight smile at that, thinking back to when the Belladonna-booty was a sought after commodity on the dating market. Both women wanted to make a remark about “Belladonna-boobies” but held off, each happily considering their respective remarks in their head.

The two finished their shower in record time, with Ruby doing her best to help her gravid wife. It was then a matter of hoisting Blake’s rotundity up and moving her over to the the mirror so that Ruby could take care of her makeup. The work went well. Blake, though needing moments to adjust and settle her heavy bulk, sat still. She fiddled with her belly, running her pudgy fingers up and down its length. She stayed more towards the upper portion of her stomach, where it most resembled a purely pregnant belly. The lower she went, the more fat and pudge clung to the spherical perfection of her baby bump, distorting and warping it. Blake’s hands and fingers sunk into her fat, pressing up against the walls of her gravid belly. She would gasp every so often, feeling a kick against her fingers. As the cleanup session went on there were many different “oh!”, “Ah!”, and “Eee!” sounds from Blake. She would hop slightly, her heavy frame taxing the stools that she rested upon. She felt a swell of hormonal emotion take her, tears dotting her face. “Ruby. . .here.” She lightly grabbed Ruby’s hand, guiding it down to her vast stomach.

Ruby took several minutes to massage and caress Blake’s belly, again invoking her wifely privileges. Her hands glided over the smooth belly skin, crossing between lightly touching and hovering inches above the surface. This was Ruby’s favorite form of indulgence. She loved every inch of her wife, fat or not. Blake had been perfect before and certainly hadn’t lost any of that perfection. She was someone to be idolized, an ideal woman that had some how chosen to spend her life with “Yang’s goofy, spaz sister” as some people might say. “Oh my gooooossshh. Blake!” Ruby whispered, kneeling down in front of Blake’s stomach. It was so large and round that it was nearly bigger than Ruby herself. Blake could hardly see her wife, with only the tops of her head showing from time to time. However, importantly, she could feel her. Ruby’s delicate rubs and kisses soon filled all of Blake’s attention. The catgirl blushed, rubbing her own belly in excitement. She was so sensitive. Her ears twitched wildly as Ruby gingerly rubbed her gut, Blake soon began to openly pant. Ruby was always cautious with Momma-Blake. Blake and her belly had to be treasured and protected; Ruby’s own human hands almost not good enough for the endeavor. When finally she felt an excited kick from one of the babies, she looked at Blake and squealed. The two ended up kissing for a long time.

--- How Does a Fat Faunus Get Through a Door? ---

“Hey Sis! Hey Buh-Blake. . .wow.” Yang stammered, realizing just how long it had been since she had seen Blake. The trio had reunited in one of the side hallways of the hotel, wanting to meet up as a team before entering the wedding proper. It seemed only fitting that team RWBY make their entrance together. As Yang studied Blake, she realized that whatever entrance they were going to make was about to be grand indeed. When the blonde had last seen her sister-in-law, Blake had been simply chubby. New into her pregnancy, Blake had been dipping into snacks and treats. . .most of them brought unasked for by Ruby. Yang had then gotten sucked back into work, having to part from her loved ones for several months. Now, looking at the faunus that lumbered her way down the hallway of the wedding venue, she realized just how long several months’ time was. Blake rocked back and forth, entire body bouncing up and down as she walked. She was dressed in what should have been a very elegant, sensible dress for a pregnant woman. As with most clothing, however, Blake’s now infamous weight had changed things. The modest bustline had spilled open significantly since being exposed to the weight and heft of her milky breasts. The pale globes wobbled and sloshed freely, using both the dress and her stomach as leverage to be as noticeable as possible. Below the great, milky orbs swung Blake’s stomach. Heavy and round as a wrecking ball. Its size and shape combined with the dress had the curious effect of Making Blake seem even rounder than she was. One of her roly-poly arms rested on her stomach while the other held tight to ruby’s hand. Yang marveled as she watched the heavy woman stroll towards her, butt big enough to be visible even from the front. Some part of Yang’s brain wanted to add in cartoonish “bwomb” and deep drum noises to the drop and bounce of Blake’s body.

“Heeeeeyyyy, Sis!” Ruby said, raising the hand that grasped Blake’s. She shook it, waving high for the two of them. Blake almost lost her balance for a second, Ruby having to hug her wife to keep her on track and standing. “Oh my gosh, sorry sweetie! Are you ok? Oh god, I’m soooo sorry!” Ruby overreacted in typical fashion, leaving it up to Blake to calm her wife down.

“I’m fine, Ruby. Thanks for holding onto me so tight. I think I can manage myself for a bit though.” Blake’s soft, luminous, amber eyes stared deeply into Ruby’s as she spoke evenly. Yang watched the couple interact. It was hard to put her finger on, but there was something different about Blake. She was changed, somehow. Besides the obvious physical differences, stark but not unappealing, there was a change of bearing. She had always been a quiet, calm woman but peace seemed to radiate from her. Yang smiled as she watched the two women hug and kiss, breaking apart. Then Blake waddled her way over to Yang, hugging the blonde tightly. Never, in all her years, had blake known such comfort. It was like being swamped with a million pillows. Blake’s fat encompassed her, pulling her into a snug but soft hug. “It’s good to see you, Yang.” the radiant, pregnant woman said. For a moment, the pair’s long hair seemed to intermingle, black and gold laced together. Then Blake pulled back so Ruby could hug her older sister. She waddled back, enormous booty bouncing off the wall after a couple heavy steps. Ruby gave a typically exuberant hello and hug, effusively pouring herself out to Yang. The trio smiled, happy that they were once again united.

“Now. . .all we are missing is. . .”

“Uh, ladies?! Did you plan on only coming to the reception?” A sharp voice sounded behind the three. Weiss Schnee stepped into view, her sharp heels clicking off of the floor. The ice queen was dressed immaculately. While custom dictated that a woman wasn’t supposed to look better than the bride on her wedding day, Weiss had apparently missed that memo. The heiress and fashionista wore a silver-gold dress that caught every bit of light possible. While Weiss was as skinny as a reed, somehow less curvy than even Ruby, the dress managed to highlight her slender curves well. There was a sense of sharp frailty to her, like a carved icicle. Without even trying she made the other women in the hall look silly by comparison. Yang seemed overly muscular in her yellow dress, Ruby a child in her own, and Blake a parade float that could be rolled into the event rather than walked. It was, the ladies all thought to themselves, fairly typical of what they had come to expect from their teammate.

“Jeeze, Weiss, how many countries did you have to bankrupt for that dress?” Yang punched Weiss’ arm.

“Owww, Yang! I will not have my dress ruined by your meathead shenanigans.” Weiss pulled back quickly, shooting the blonde a cold stare which softened quickly. “But it is nice to see you and these deadly things.” She sauntered over and squeezed one of Yang’s biceps. Over the past couple years, Yang had been dipping into bodybuilding and physical culture. While always active and strong, she was now starting to truly look like a chiseled statue. Weiss made her way over to Ruby, giving her semi-rival a thoughtful hug. “Nice to see you as well, Ruby. And, the expectant mother.” Weiss turned quickly and gave Blake, who had started to shift away from the group in order to hide her size, a nice hug. Blake’s face became downcast as she hugged her friend in return. It was too much to be reminded that she and she alone was the fat friend. She was the one who couldn’t keep her figure past school, she was the one who let all of her athletic prowess and talent go to the wayside. Of course, she thought, Ruby would tell her it was for their children. Blake took a little comfort in that. She had been unaware of certain realities of pregnancy and had been ambushed by the consequence of innocuous actions. The big faunus chippered up before the hug ended, she would do better next time. She smiled thinking of a potentially coming next time. She had always wanted a large family.

“Shall we finally make our appearance?” Weiss asked, though her tone made it more of a command. The other women heartily agreed and made their way down the hall. Blake shuffled after them, taking uncomfortable steps. She had yet to figure out how to properly waddle her bulk around, despite being 8 months into the experience. She tried longer, heavier steps which threw her side to side. A longer stride made her wobble more and she had to grasp her belly with both hands in order to keep things under control sufficiently. Her stomach lurched back and forth, far too vast for her hands to hold properly. She could feel her gut jiggling under her dress. Big, powerful quakes for her baby bump and shorter, rapid jiggles for her the fat lining it. She expelled breath in large puffs, trying to conserve her strength. It wasn’t long before she had to switch to her other method of walking: short but quick strides. Neither way was more effective than the other, she switched between them mostly because she felt awkward and wanted some relief. No matter what she did she was going to feel tired and more than a little silly. She groaned, internally wondering how far they had to go to reach the service area. Blake might have been the one person at the wedding hoping for a long service, just so she didn’t have to stand up more than she had to.

Things were going fine, until the gang reached the side door. Their route through the hotel had been a little confused, hardly the straight forward path that they ought to have taken. Ruby swore she saw a shortcut, with the other naturally following her lead. Blake had huffed and puffed along, each stride making her more weary and exhausted. It was hard being fat and pregnant, no one would debate that. It was even harder being morbidly obese and pregnant. The struggles finally came to a true head when Blake saw the door that they were supposed to exit through. It was tiny, little more than an emergency access door. Blake now had a body that required double doors for optimal comfort. Her sharp eyes measured the width of the door, checking against her own rotund expanse; the issue was clear to see. Blake picked up her speed just fast enough that she could signal to her wife. “Psst. . .Ruby. . .come here. . .baby issue.” Blake said, preferring that her teammates considered her pregnancy, rather than her weight.

“What?! Oh my god! Are they coming?!” Ruby said, getting the wrong idea immediately. Blake sighed, motioning Ruby to fall back a bit. Yang and Weiss, not at all oblivious to what was happening, shrugged and walked ahead. Ruby ran back to Blake, eyes wide and teary. “Blake, we can leave now. I have the car ready, I’ll carry you. . .”

“Ruby, the babies aren’t coming.” Blake said, putting a plump finger to her excitable lover’s lips. “I just. . .I don’t think. . .that door is too small.” Blake’s ears slumped as she inclined her head towards the slowly approaching door. It seemed to grow smaller as they approached, rather than bigger. Blake grew ever more conscious of the fact that her booty took two chairs to seat and three to seat comfortably. In truth, she had been afraid that something like this was going to happen. She and Ruby had even planned on Blake taking some of Ruby’s chair at the reception, leaving her doting wife with a small section of real estate. “Or. . .I’m too. . .sniff. . .ugh. . .fat.” Blake felt her hormones surging as tears ran to her eyes. It wasn’t fair. Why did she have to be the huge one? She hated how fat she was, she hated how fertile she ended up being. Less babies would have meant less cravings to her hormonal brain.

“It’s ok. We can get you through.” Ruby said, her voice becoming stoic and serious. She could button down her energy and spastic nature when it mattered. “Just keep walking forward, I’ll be right behind you.” She said, rubbing Blake’s back. Her hands ran over Blake’s many backrolls, reaching as far as the swell of her stomach. Blake nodded, Ruby’s voice calming her. She still wanted to cry. . .but could hold off for the moment. Yang and Weiss passed through the door, with Yang stopping to hold it for Blake. However, a handwave from Ruby sent her on ahead. This was something that Ruby and Blake had to do on their own. If for no other reason than too much crying would ruin Blake’s makeup. Several heavy steps later and Blake’s baby bump reached the door. Her stomach entered a room long before any other part of her and this would be no different. Another two steps saw her stomach halfway through the door, an immense black-clad orb trying to fit through a portal too small. The walls closed in quickly on Blake’s stomach, another step and her belly touched the sides. Blake gasped as she felt the tension building. Her breasts touched next, she was afraid too much pressure might make her lactate; there was always plenty of milk resting in her breasts. Blake was slowly beaching herself, running her massive body aground between two walls not meant for her to pass through.

“Keep going. You’re doing fine.” Ruby said, placing a small hand on Blake’s large ass. It was not a sexual touch, though both women wished it was. It was a confident, soothing gesture. Ruby put her other hand on Blake’s lower back, just at the spot here her large lover’s back rolls met her buttcheeks. She could feel the soft, heavy, inherently sensual jiggles of her wife’s body. Her booty thudded up and down, like a piston that kept chugging. When Ruby felt Blake slow, she would increase the pressure of her touch just a little. The black haired girl eased into the push just as Blake eased into the doorway. They both slowed, but they never stopped. “Almost there.” Ruby said, her voice even but full of care. “You’ll make it in two more steps.” Blake groaned, having to put her hammy arms to either side of the door to help tug herself through. With one terrific shove, the two finally came through. Blake turned as fast as she could manage, her eyes wet and sappy. She kissed Ruby, deeply on the lips, emotion pouring out of her. Ruby kissed back, overpowered by Blake’s hormones and her size. She felt her wife’s stomach pressing into her, the soft fat and taut baby bump. She felt several excited kicks as well. Ruby wanted to gasp. She never wanted this to end, wedding or not.

--- Epilogue ---

“That was a lovely service.” Blake said, swaying in Ruby’s arms. Her eyes hadn’t yet lost their wetness, having been teary since the door situation. Yet, they were a different sort of teary now. She had openly bawled watching Ren and Nora get married. It had been a beautiful union of two people that deeply loved each other. Blake’s preggo-brain couldn’t let something that sentimental go without some effusive display. Ruby had rubbed her back and held her close, basking in the pregnant woman’s radiance. The wedding seemed to have helped Blake. Free from at least some of her concerns, she could watch all of the goings on without issue; simply existing in the moment. Ruby too. The pair had soaked up every bit of the service, each flashing back to their own joyous memories of their own wedding. Blake pulled herself in as tightly as she could, even as her large frame pushed Ruby away. It was quite the game trying to dance with a faunus as pregnant and huge as Blake. Every once and a while, Blake would feel one of her large, chair busting hips smack a table or another dancer. The victim would be shoved, accidentally, out of the way but would be none the worse for wear. For the moment, Blake didn’t mind.

“It was, it was.” Ruby said, giving her wife a quick peck on the lips. “Thanks for being so brave about this weekend. I know it hasn’t been easy on you.”

“That’s ok. I’m just glad I could spend it with you.” Blake said. “You make everything better, Ruby.” Blake said, sniffing.

Ruby wiped a tear out of Blake’s eyes. Her heart was skipping beats left and right. She had something to say and she could feel it was the best moment she was ever going to get. “I’m. . .I’m glad to hear that.” Ruby mentally cleared her mind. “Maybe the next wedding we go to, we both show up fat and pregnant.” She let the words hang in the air, wondering what Blake might say.