Relationship Weight

Series: RWBY

Characters: Weiss, Yang, Klein

Contains: Female weight gain, weight struggles

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Weiss sat at the breakfast table and typed away on her laptop. The meal in question had yet to be served, so she decided to get a little more work done before then. At the edge of her mind, she ruminated over the past year.

She had graduated from Beacon, moved home, assumed control of the Schnee Dust Corporation, and convinced Yang to move in with her. Weiss was surprised she had convinced the boisterous blonde so easily. The fact they had dated each other for over two years had something to do with it.

Yang readily accepted a life of luxury. Initially, her indulgence was limited to larger portions at every meal, and then she began to exhibit lazier behavior. Weiss never minded, though. She was often busy with work, so it was nice to find Yang cozied up somewhere. It allowed her to curl up beside her and earn some much-needed rest—a nice departure after she had always struggled to keep up with Yang in the past.

Also, Weiss had admittedly become accustomed to acting as Yang's sugar mama.

“Good morning, my lady.” Klein, Weiss's favorite butler, said as he casually closed his employer's laptop and gently pushed it away. The space was replaced with a carefully curated plate of Weiss's preferred breakfast staples. When Weiss ignored this and reached for her laptop, Klein placed a cup of coffee in her hand. “I doubt you'll get much work done on an empty stomach. So put that out of your mind and eat something.”

Weiss glanced between the coffee's steaming and slightly rippling surface and her laptop. Her eyes then slowly dragged toward Klein, who cocked an eyebrow. “Thank you, Klein.” She said and took a sip. It brought some clarity to her, enough to ask a glaring question. “Where is Yang?”

Klein immediately looked nervous, and his eyes changed color from light brown to pink. “W-well, you see… I sent the maids for Miss Xiao Long nearly an hour ago…” His eyes turned red before he continued. “Those blooming nitwits haven't managed to get her here yet.”

It was hard for Weiss not to chuckle. Klein had often amused Weiss like this when she was a child. Every time the color of his eyes changed, so did his cadence and behavior. Seeing as his employer was fully awake, his eyes resumed their normal brown color.

As Klein had said, the maids had been sent to wake Yang an hour ago. What should have been a simple task had become more arduous with time. Weiss was oblivious to it, but Yang had steadily gained more and more weight during her time at Atlas. Even before graduating from Beacon, she had shifted from the peak of physical fitness to a soft and pudgy build. Any semblance of muscles had faded, and Yang now appeared morbidly obese.

Her attitude had grown rather fierce as well…

The maids had gathered around her bed, each looking at one another nervously. Upon a fluffy pillow was a beautiful face. Long, flowing blonde hair appeared slightly ruffled, but that was natural. If one continued to stare and observe her puffy cheeks, they might think they belong to someone only moderately chubby. One only needed to look down to dispel such thoughts. Yang's bulk was hidden beneath her covers, but they revealed an exaggeratedly large silhouette. It looked like the soft blanket covered a giant misshapen lump. Some curves and features were given away by how this fabric cascaded over her, but much of it was left a mystery. No maid was brave enough to pull them away. Such an action would be akin to waking a sleeping dragon.

As the maids looked at each other, one shook her head feverishly. She had already opened the curtains, considered one of the six dangerous tasks. The second was waking Yang up, and the third was removing her covers. There were enough of them to divide the early tasks.

One made stepped forward and leaned over. She spoke very gently. “Lady Xiao Long, it's time to wake up.” She then quickly jumped back and hid behind a fellow maid.

One of Yang's eyes opened. It lazily scanned over the maids at her bedside before she groaned. When she made no further moves, a third maid grasped the edge of her covers and pulled them back. This took away any speculation and confirmed just how large a Yang was.

The first thing that seized anyone's attention was Yang's stomach. A large, flabby mound spilled past her knees and over the sides of her legs. It was rolled toward the middle in line with her belly button. The mass of fat was too heavy for a single maid alone to lift, and the supple texture would cause their hands to sink deep into it.

Above the padded midsection were a pair of egregiously large breasts. They laid bare as the last bra capable of holding them had snapped a few days prior. They were larger than melons, nearly twice as such, and maintained a significant perk. Yes, they laid atop Yang's belly, but they weren't flat like pancakes.

Yang's chest was jostled as she lifted two meaty arms above her head. A groan escaped her as she stretched. She hardly acknowledged the maids around her and instead scratched at a spot on one upper arm. Her arms were broader than any of the maids' chests and wobbled exaggeratedly. The fat quivered whenever she moved them, and they appeared heavy enough to diminish Yang's strength. She didn't seem to mind, though.

Yang didn't say anything but shifted her body so that her legs were off the bed and her feet planted against the floor. This caused her to spread her legs, which allowed her belly to flow between them. In doing so, she exposed the thickness of her thighs. They were nearly twice as broad as her arms, and the best speed they could manage was a brisk waddle. That was a rare speed, though. Yang mostly moved sluggishly, and few things encouraged her to speed up.

Behind her was a thick rump with pillowy cheeks. Each was so large that it required its own chair to support it. Part of the size was concealed or more appropriately masked. This was because her back fat practically reached just as far as the shelf of her rump did. That made it seem flat when, in reality, it was nearly an entire foot of fat with very little muscle tone beneath.

Three of the maids collectively sighed in relief. One of them broke off from the group to collect Yang's clothes from the closet. The other two would wait to help dress Yang. The fourth maid began to tremble as she grasped a brush with enough force that her knuckles turned white. She had the most dangerous task.

She had to comb Yang’s hair.

The maid waited as the other two began to dress Yang. They took a massive yellow dress and began to pull it over her. The garment was well-tailored but still a simple, enormous muumuu. The Schnee family's tailors had no trouble crafting the garment, but it was more a glorified sheet of fabric than a dress. Its only shape was granted by the cascading and curved figure Yang provided it. The maids delicately pulled it across Yang's bulk while they tentatively guided her arms through the sleeveless holes before her head emerged. The two maids quickly leaped back when Yang appeared agitated.

“What's taking you also long?” Yang growled, her thick neck vibrating with the noise.

“J-just a second, my lady. Annabelle, hurry up!” One of the maids hissed to the one holding the brush.

Annabelle trembled as she approached Yang. She clutched the brush in one hand while the other began to lay Yang's hair over her cascading back rolls. It was silky-soft and excellently cared for. That had been the case even before the maids had to start washing it for their mistress. It also didn't mean there could be a hidden knot or tangle. If snagged and, Heaven forbid, tugged on, Yang would become VERY upset. Keeping her waiting wouldn't improve anything, so Annabelle combed diligently. She was relieved to find the brush gliding effortlessly through Yang's hair. The stressful task ended up going flawlessly. She sighed in relief, bowed politely, and exited the room to the envy of her fellow servants. Combing Yang's hair was the most stressful task; thus, whoever completed it could leave early. That left the rest of the maids with the task of escorting Yang to the breakfast table.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Yang asked and glared at the maids. She held two hands before her so the maids could grasp them. Their fingers sank into her thick wrists and forearms as they began to pull. At the same time, another maid started to push her from behind. They made no progress, even as they broke out into a sweat. This went on until Yang groaned impatiently. “Guess I'll have to do everything myself.” She mumbled and leaned forward. Her feet pressed against the ground as she started to lift herself. The floor groaned loudly, but not as loud as Yang.

Yang wouldn't have done it alone, but with the maids’ help, the obese blonde rose to her feet. She wobbled unevenly for a few moments, and the maids feared she would fall back onto the bed. An even worse possibility was Yang falling onto the floor. One assumed she would smash through it, but either way, it would be harder to get Yang to her feet from the lower elevation. Thankfully, Yang remained upright. The maids sighed in relief before opening the door and guiding Yang toward it.

Two of the maids stepped into the hallway while the third remained behind. Yang stepped forward until her sides caught on the edge of the door. She leaned forward and managed to inch a tad further through before she stopped. No one was surprised by this. Yang had been too fat to squeeze through doors on her own for a while. The maids in the hallway resumed their grasp on Yang's thick wrists and pulled. The maid, still in the bedroom, gulped nervously before she pushed her body against Yang's butt. She sank into the plush mass and felt she contributed very little.

“Put your back into it! Geez, I don't see why Weiss hired such scrawny maids. There isn’t an ounce of muscle between the three of you.” Yang lambasted them. Her last comment was ironic, seeing as she had six times as much fat as any of them.

Yang slowly progressed through the doorway, her fat unfurling after being momentarily compressed. Part of the process was eased as she began to sweat, and the moisture helped grease her obese form. She finally popped free after nearly ten minutes.

The maids in front of Yang had to quickly start pushing instead of pulling. This resulted in their bodies sinking into Yang's belly while her heavy arms grasped them for support. This caused the sides of their faces to squish against their charge's massive breasts. The softness would've been lovely if it weren't connected to a short-tempered Dragon.

Behind Yang, the third maid sank into plush blubber just as her fellows did. She sank in so much that she struggled to break free. Her face was pressed firmly against sweaty back fat, and her palms slipped off wherever she tried to grab and push. Eventually, she managed to squirm free and gasped for air.

The maid's panting was nothing compared to Yang's labored wheezing. “Finally…” Yang slurred and slowly began to waddle down the hall. She didn't let go of the maids because she would undoubtedly fall without their support. Their legs visibly trembled as they tried to support the oppressive weight. As they did, they silently wondered how Yang could stand at all.

It didn’t matter. The most challenging tasks were complete. Yang would catch her breath eventually, and there was plenty of room for her in the hallway. The dining hall had a double doorway. They would merely need to open it and announce her arrival. Then, the dining staff would deal with her from there.

‘Good luck…’ They all thought in unison.

Yang had just about regained her breath and was about to start barking her breakfast orders before Klein approached. The annoyed expression on her face instantly vanished. Now, Yang smiled gleefully as the short man stood before her.

"Good morning, my sunny little dragon!” Klein greeted Yang and gently took her hand. He began to guide her toward two seats that seemed to be facing away from each other. This was the standard way to prepare a seat for Yang. Her butt protruded too far behind her for any seat with a backrest. By placing the chairs like this, Yang could sit relatively comfortably.

Yang lowered her bulk into her seat. The expensive wood groaned loudly but held. Relief washed over Yang, and she found enough air to greet Klein properly. "Morning Klein. You're just as short as ever! If you hadn't announced yourself, I might've just walked right over you."

This was no rude comment. Yang and Klein had a friendly enough relationship that they teased each other often. Even now, the servant's eyes turned red as his cadence changed.

"And I thought a Goliath had wandered in here!" Klein shot back as he jabbed a finger into the side of Yang's belly. His eyes quickly turned back to their usual color as he and Yang burst into laughter.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the table, everything clicked for Weiss. She saw Yang in all her enormity, and her brain nearly ceased functioning. Her girlfriend was massive. Her bulk occupied the two chairs' space and seemed to need more. Her attitude was quite vicious as well.

Yet Weiss couldn't stop blushing…

Weiss was suddenly awash in a flustered sweat. She couldn't keep her eyes on Yang, but they would constantly dart back to her after a few seconds. She was like a robust, flabby goddess.

‘Oh no, I have a fat finish. Oh no, I have a fat fetish. Oh no, I have the fat finish.’ Weiss thought to herself as she bit her finely manicured fingernails. She realized she had a fat fetish and had turned her girlfriend into an obese, spoiled dragon.

Back at the other end of the table, Klein placed a stacked plate in front of Yang. It had enough bacon, eggs, and pancakes to feed a party of five, but Yang looked at it with noticeable skepticism. "Is that it? This can keep me busy, but it is nowhere near enough." She looked to Klein incredulously. This was in the same glare she would've shot any of the maids, but it showed that she was having some doubt in her friend/servant.

Klein shook his head disdainfully. "Sorry about that, my lady. Can you start with this while I go whip the kitchen staff into shape?"

"Sounds like a plan! I sure am happy that SOMEONE here knows what good service is. I would probably waste away without you looking out for me." Yang said before she started to dig into the paltry meal before her.

Klein walked off to the kitchen, nodding to Weiss as he did. Now Weiss was alone with her beloved blob. She grasped her coffee cup with a shaking hand and took a large gulp. She then placed it down and made her way over to Yang.

Weiss's blush grew stronger as she closed the distance. Her body moved on its own, and she sat on Yang's right thigh. It was incredibly supple and proved a fantastic seat.

Yang noticed a slight weight on her leg but grinned when she looked at Weiss. She moved the fork from her right hand to her left, her fat fingers proving quite nimble for their size. She used her now-freed right hand to wrap around Weiss's waist. She squeezed her girlfriend affectionately, which caused the slender girl to morph into the fatter girl's side. "Good morning, Weiss." Yang cooed as she kissed Weiss on her neck.

Weiss grew even more flustered. A giggle rose in her throat before she could stop it. "Good morning, Yang. I trust you’re in good spirits?" She couldn't stop thinking about how soft Yang was. Her body was so incredibly warm and welcoming that she just wanted to sink further into it.

"Hmm…" Yang hummed. She didn't want to complain to Weiss. It was because of her girlfriend that she got to be so spoiled. She also knew how hard Weiss worked. Yang had gotten so heavy because she wanted her body to be something Weiss could toss all of her stress onto. She just didn't account for her girlfriend being too busy to squeeze and fondle her. "Yeah, I'm doing fine. Especially now that a little someone put down their work to spend time with me~" Yang grinned and squeezed Weiss tighter.

"Sorry, I really should find time to put work away." Weiss tentatively reached a hand out and placed it on Yang's shoulder. That hand was quickly redirected and pressed flat against Yang's left boob. Weiss almost yanked her hand back, but Yang held it in place.

Yang slipped the arm around Weiss lower. The appendage continued to descend until she groped Weiss's rear. "Now that's more like it. How about we swing by the bedroom after I finish my breakfast?"

"Yang Xiao Long, we can't do something like that so early!" Weiss gasped.

"Huh? Oh, no, I'm gonna be way too stuffed for that. I thought we could grab a nap and snuggle a bunch…however.” Yang's smile took a lustful turn.

Weiss wiggled free and stood up. She rubbed the bridge of her nose and sighed. "And now I need more coffee."

Yang reached out for Weiss. “H-hey, wait up! No need to walk away! I was only kidding! I probably am going to be too full after breakfast for any of that!"

But the moment was gone. Weiss sat, resumed eating breakfast, and looked over her work. Yang did the same, albeit a little mournfully. That was until Weiss looked across the table. "You do look amazing, though. I am fortunate to have you as a girlfriend."

THE END