Guilty Plesaure: Girlfriend Emerald

I feel there's room to continue this later, but this is what I've got for now

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Series: RWBY

Characters: Emerald, Reader

Contains: Female weight gain, Reader POV

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You stirred gently in bed. Your eyes remain closed, but one hand slid across the mattress. It came to rest on something warm and soft, causing you to smile. You flexed your hand, and the softness spread across your palm and against your fingers.

You chuckled and willed your eyes to open. Before you was an immaculate site: broad-tanned, curvaceous, and shapely, interrupted only by forest green fabric.

It was a butt.

Not just any butt, though. It was the one that happened to belong to your girlfriend, which made it all the better. Affixed to hips wide enough to smother a two-person loveseat, with cheeks thicker than the pillows beneath your head. These cheeks were stuffed into an overstretched pair of panties that could hardly cover half of their mass. That was why you were able to eagerly fondle bare skin.

"Good morning," You cooed and scooted closer. Without shame, you wrapped your arms around as much of your girlfriend as you could and nuzzled your cheek to hers.

This earned you a swat on the head. Emerald sighed as she looked at you over her padded shoulder. "None of that yet. Order us some breakfast, and I'll change from no to maybe, " she said as she scratched her stomach tiredly.

Unbeknownst to you, Emerald had woken up for ten minutes before you. Yet she spent all that time just getting seated upright. Her mint green hair was a mess, her sleepwear was crumpled, and her obese frame was dotted with sweat. She was still out of breath, too.

You got onto your knees behind Emerald and wrapped your arms around her. Your lithe appendages failed to wrap fully around her, but you managed to squeeze the sides of her belly and press your chest against her soft upper back. "Geez, you're as grumpy as ever.” You teased and traced small circles on Emerald's stomach.

The dichotomy between your bodies couldn't be more obvious. You were slender, and Emerald was a hulking mass of blubber. You loved every pound, though. A large amount of the pounds could maybe possibly potentially be blamed on you, hypothetically. So, Emerald making the firm request for breakfast wasn't uncalled for.

You just needed a few more minutes to rouse yourself. You slowly moved around Emerald's side and off the bed, tracing your fingers along the rolls that clung to her sides. Her love handles were more like slabs too hefty to fit within your grip. Just like with her butt, the fat would morph around and overflow your palms.

Now in front of Emerald, one of your hands gently caressed her cheek and tucked between her first and second chin. A gentle pressure coaxed Emerald to lift her head, exposing a thick neck.

Her broad thighs shifted slightly. This created just enough room for you to slip between him. Neither side truly separated, but the fat was supple enough for you to slip between them. After which, Emerald squeezed affectionately. Each of her legs was nearly twice as broad as your chest. The fat that coated them was unimaginably soft on the surface, but there was a slightly firmer texture within.

Emerald sighed and raised her arms. Puffy hands and thick fingers wrapped around your side and wound toward your shoulders. "Just come here already." She said in an endearing yet exasperated tone. Her heavy arms pulled you in closer until your chest pressed against her belly and bust.

Emerald's upper body was heavily coated in blubber, much like her lower half. Her arms were exceptionally flabby in their upper portions, each boasting a bingo wing that could drape across the entirety of your back. The forearms were adorably puffy and thicker than your thighs. I didn't make them feeble, though. Emerald knew how to use her arm's weight in lieu of musculature. They had all the power needed to squish you against her belly.

Her belly was broad and flabby like the rest of her. This soft, tanned flab was in great abundance. So much that your arms could overflow with it, and there would still be more. It was divided into two portions, upper and lower. The upper portion was mostly tucked under Emerald's breast, but it was still a sizable lump of fat. Sometimes it made you think of a barstool, primarily due to size and cushioning thickness. Her lower belly was much more substantial. It sloped downward almost to her knees when she stood. It easily morphed around your lower abdomen, and its warmth and softness coaxed you in closer.

Your arms returned to Emerald's sides. They vanished between her love handle and another fat roll as they reached as far around as they could. You were fully leaning against her now, resting your head against one of her breasts. There was plenty of room; seeing is just one boob was twice the size of your head. They were stuffed into a tank top that matched her panties. This garment was the closest thing Emerald had to a bra these days.

GRRRRRWWWWWWLLLLLLLLL

Emerald's stomach let out a long groan. Her hands squeezed your shoulders, then she gently pushed against you. "Alright, you heard it. Get breakfast sorted out, you can be a perv later."

You obliged and stepped back. "Oh, a perv am I?" You grinned mischievously. "I'm pretty sure it was a not so little someone that had me bring out the funnel last night~” You teased and quickly stepped away, barely receiving a smack on the ass from Emerald. Still, you chuckled and exited the bedroom.

You walked into the living room with your phone in hand. A list from multiple restaurants gradually accumulated before you sent it off. It was the weekends, so breakfast would likely roll into lunch and on. That was par for the course.

That made you think back to when you started dating Emerald. She had already been obese, but it was apparent how much she'd grown over time. Not that you’d complain. Emerald was soft, you liked soft things. Emerald was warm, you liked warm things. She had a fat ass, huge tits, a wobbly gut, thighs like barrels, and rolls upon rolls. You like ALL of those things.

Not to mention her personality. A cute mix of prickly with an undeniably gentle interior. She'd never admit the last part to anyone, though. Only you.

You heard the floorboard squeak as Emerald entered the living room. Her hips brushed past both edges of the doorway, and she only avoided being stuck because it had been widened over a year ago.

Emerald now wore her weekend attire, consisting of white sweatpants and a small forest green hoodie. The pants were stretched a staggering degree and held most of her ass and the lowest parts of her belly. The hoodie pretty much only covered her shoulders and upper arms.

It hardly mattered since Emerald wasn't leaving the house today. She still wouldn't give a shit what anyone thought if she did.

Emerald waddled to the couch and dropped down. The furniture shrieked beneath her but held. She was out of breath and sweatier than when you last saw her. It was enough to give her stomach a sheen that reflected some morning light. It was also your cue to get her something. You quickly returned with a bottle of water and soda.

You also claimed the spot on one of Emerald's thighs. It was your nature to find the softest perch possible. One arm snaked around her shoulder, and the other offered a bottle to her.

"You are exceptionally needy this morning," Emerald murmured and accepted the water bottle. She emptied it in one draw before she opened the soda with a hiss. She might've seemed agitated, but she didn't shoo you away. Her arm wrapped around your hips and pulled you closer. This allowed the corner of her belly to creep into your lap, while her side morphed against your stomach.

"Eh, I feel this is pretty standard for a Saturday. Or maybe you've just gotten so fat that you have a gravitational pull?" You brought your free hand down roughly on Emerald's belly. The fat wobbled beneath your hand with a resounding SMACK. It was enough to make Emerald groan, but she said nothing. She just looked you in the eyes. You smiled and squeezed the area that you had slapped. "Yep, through our combined effort, you just keep getting bigger and bigger. Almost like you're trying to be a prize-winning pig, huh?” 

You were teasing, of course. You knew Emerald liked it when you did that. Your involvement through feeding and encouragement had accelerated her growth. Yes, she had managed to get plenty obese just stuffing herself, but it was your assistance that brought her to this state. The point where just sitting up in bed made her tired, increased the struggle of finding clothes that would fit, and getting off to being teased about how fat she was.

You had a dynamic. Some people thought it was weird, but neither of you cared.

Plus, she was likely to get payback when she fueled up for breakfast. That was fine, though. You had just as much fun in those moments as you did now.