Coco's Couch Crushing on You Ch 2 Piece 2

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Series: RWBY

Characters: Coco, Reader

Contains: Reader POV, female weight gain, smothering/squashing

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All eyes were on you. A wave of silence overtook the entire hallway. Whispers only started once you walked a few feet forward. The attention was a bit more than you were used to, but the girl beside you drank it in.

That girl was Coco Adel, the flabby fashionista of Beacon. She seemed pleased with all the attention, and her smile stretched wider when she listened to the whispers. Skinnies and fatties alike were baffled by the close proximity between you and Coco.

This was due to Beacon’s tiered society. It wasn’t so much a hierarchy or caste system, though. Skinnies and fatties were simply different factions. So a crossing of the lines like this was surprising, but not enough to garner this much attention. The most surprising part was Coco being next to you. Coco had a reputation for bumping her belly or hips against anything that moved. She did it flirtatiously with her fellow fatties, and she did it with a sadistic glee to skinnies. Sadistic might sound malicious, but it wasn’t. She just liked smothering people. 

That’s how you got more acquainted with her. She had hip-checked you, sending you flying down the hallway. To “make it up to you,” she took you to her dorm room and smothered you further. Then, perhaps because of a cosmic dice roll, the two of you formed an arrangement. Coco gets to smother you whenever she pleases, and you get to fondle her whenever you please. A neat friends-with-benefits sort of arrangement.

Anyways, the attention was thick. Fatties created room for you and Coco to walk down the middle of the hallway. This was a first for you. Skinnies tended to stick to the walls, while fatties enjoyed the main thoroughfare. You would undoubtedly get crushed if not for Coco making a pseudo-barrier. 

Some of the skinnies on the walls did get smothered by the fatties, though. Not your problem, but you took note.

Coco was one of the heaviest students at Beacon, so her mass demanded respect. She had enough heft to shove around smaller fatties, so they knew to make way for her. That was easier said than done, given her striking beauty. It was easy to become enamored by how smooth her curves were or how her clothes complemented her figure perfectly. That made it easy for her to playfully bump a few fatties. 

Coco was curvaceous from head to toe. Her face was soft and round with cheeks large enough to overflow the palm of her hand. Beneath was a soft extra chin nestled against her thick neck.

Padded shoulders gently sloped into heavy arms. Though they were heavy, they were nimble. One remained near you and deftly moved you when fatties strayed too close. These alterations were so subtle that no one would notice unless they actively looked. You were mostly aware of their softness as they squished against you. Coco’s arms were thick, but not overly so. The upper half of her upper arms had a tighter curve with a slightly dense texture, and the bottoms hung in purse-sized clumps with a looser texture. Her forearms gradually thinned toward the wrists, which were almost as thick as your thigh. They were also surpassingly powerful. They had to be to drag you around. 

Coco also occasionally put you in a headlock, just for fun. By this point, you were sort of into it.

That acceptance was partially because her arms were padded enough that the hold didn’t hurt, but you also got to rest against her chest. Coco’s breasts weren’t her most significant asset, but they were by no means small. Each was a fleshy melon, twice the size of her head and incredibly voluptuous. A high-quality bra and the tastefully snug cut of her shirt kept them mostly stable, but they had a subtle bump to them as she walked. It was like they marched to the beat of her drum, perfectly in sync with her movements. 

You were fortunate in the fact that you got to touch them. In the past week, you touched them a great deal—an extensive amount of contact. Yes, sometimes this was when Coco stuffed them into your face, but she had also let you fondle them without being suffocated. This revealed a texture so soft that almost your entire hands could be enveloped in soft, warm blubber. 

Coco’s stomach was round and smooth like a dollop of cream. There were soft love handles to her side, but they weren’t flabby slabs like some of the other fatties. They were more than enough to overflow your hands, same with her belly. It naturally drooped to her upper thighs yet failed to match their width. That was understandable as Coco’s thighs were immense.

Coco was as wide as she was tall. Her hips were some of the widest in Beacon, and they had immaculate curves. Smooth all across, gently tapered to her broad knees, and so damn wide. You could lie across them with ample room. Just the top to bottom of her thighs was as wide as a twin mattress, but the thickness was a whole other level. Despite that, they moved with ease. One of Coco’s most confident attributes was her walk. She could move her titanic thighs with flawless finesse. However, this was calculated. Her steps were just strong enough to send a wobble through her thighs without slamming her feet.

That confident step also ensured her butt bounced in an alluring, sex fashion. Nothing too gauche, but enough to turn heads. Who wouldn’t stare at massive, shapely cheeks? They hugged the perfect boundary between bubbly and boxy. Not sagging, not lumpy, but also not so rounded that they’d look goofy. They had broad curves across the top and bottom with slightly more tucked curves at the side. Coco had the knack for finding jeans that hugged them perfectly, too. So she could flaunt her couch-crushing, body burying, monument-rivaling ass with unparalleled confidence and sexiness. 

Damn you were a lucky bastard!

As the two of you neared the end of the hall, there was an alcove on the right. It was a tiny space tucked out of the way where students could relax between classes. Coco gripped your shoulder just as you were about to pass it. She pivoted on her feet and swung you around. 

Your feet momentarily left the floor, and your back pressed against the wall a second later. By the time you recovered, you saw Coco pushing her hips back. Her butt not-so-gently slammed into you. The weight and force made it difficult to move your upper arms, chest, and most of your head. Nothing else could move any more easily, though. Coco’s thighs were thick enough to bury the rest of your body. 

There was no reason you wanted to move, to be honest. 

“Sorry to make this sudden, but I was getting bored,” Coco said as she pulled her scroll out of her pocket. She was very nonchalant about her actions and idly texted as she smothered you. “Hmm, plus I should get my fix before we split up for classes.”

Coco pressed her hips back, squishing you between her lower body and the wall. Occasionally, she would shift left and right, distributing the pressure. One arm reached back to pull up her skirt before tossing it over your head. This dimmed the limited light you had, but it also let your face press against her panties. 

There was no way to tell their color, but the soft fabric felt incredibly expensive. Coco only tolerated the finest, and you could appreciate that. 

A few minutes into the activity, you shifted your shoulders. It was to test how much mobility you had. Movement was heavily restricted, but you started to tune in to Coco’s rhythm. Push back, shift up, shift down, left, right, hard press back, gentle shift forward. As you memorized this, you timed your movements. You moved your arms in the direction she went, seized whatever ground you could when the pressure lightened, and eventually your arms were outstretched. Coco’s ass was wide enough that your fingertips failed to reach the furthest curves, but that wasn’t your goal.

You groped two handfuls of Coco’s butt cheeks. This was bare skin, smooth and without flaw. Your hands overflowed with warmth and supple textures. Next, you started to press your arms against Coco. There was enough fat to bulge around your slender limbs, but you still wanted to press deeper. You even grinned as you nuzzled your cheek against Coco’s rump.

Coco chuckled. “I guess you needed your fix, too? Can’t say I blame you. Be sure to appreciate how fat my ass is. I put in a lot of effort for it.” She spoke with pride. Such a shapely and well-padded butt didn’t come from genetics or binging alone. 

Coco eventually stepped forward. The lack of support caused you to slide down until you were seated on the floor. You looked up at Coco as she glanced down at you. Just a hint of her brown eyes peeked from behind her sunglasses. “I’ll see you at lunch. Be a good boy and have some food ready for me~” She winked and waddled away.

You remained seated for a while and sighed. “That woman is something else.” You murmured despite the grin plastered on your face. By the time you returned to your feet, a few skinnies poked their heads into the alcove. These were some of your friends, so they didn’t bother with subtitles.

“Dude, what the hell was that?!” One whispered harshly before looking where Coco had waddled away. He was being quiet for fear of being overheard. 

“What was what?” You asked as you adjusted your clothes. Your attempt at brushing the conversation away resulted in your friends surrounding you, the first grabbing you by your shirt collar.

“Don’t screw around! That’s Coco Adel! We heard she dragged you off to her dorm the other day! We thought you were dead!” Your friend exclaimed, shaking you.

You sighed. Their reaction wasn’t far-fetched. Skinnies stuck together. You weren’t anything close to a leader, but you had helped a fair number of recent transfers adjust to the system here. Someone had to chronicle the strategies and dole them out. “You are being way too dramatic…actually, no wait, your concern makes sense.” You gently moved your friend's hands and brushed past the others. 

It was as if a light shone over you, like you were on a grand stage. Passion swelled in your chest, and you raised your head. “I learned something. Yes, the fatties can be destructive! Yes, they might show little regard for us skinnies…but!” You spun to face your friends. “They are so damn hot! All that blubber is warm, it’s soft, it’s alluring, and the weight! Oh, that weight can be enchanting when used in the right way! Yes, when Coco lured me away, I felt like a sailor falling victim to a siren, but now I see! I see that I was baptized anew, and life has truly begun for me!”

Silence.

“Question,” One of the group raised their hand. “Did you get a fucking concussion?” 

NEW BELOW

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Coco waddled down the hall and sighed. “I never thought I’d feel this way.” She blushed and brought both hands to her puffy cheeks. “But I sure nabbed a cutie! A skinny who can handle all my weight, doesn’t get upset when I try to smother him, and knows how to work his hands!” 

Coco was absolutely giddy. Such emotions weren’t uncommon, but they were often directed at clothes or other fatties. 

Actually, why shouldn’t Coco be happy?! This was a ripe new opportunity. She wouldn’t deny she loved smothering and squishing fatties and skinnies alike! Velvet was a fellow fatty and roommate, so she was always there to press against. Now Coco had simply gained access to the other side of the spectrum. 

The giddiness faded away, Coco straightened her back and stood her tallest. A quivering smile straightened into her usual, confident smirk. Coco had become resolute, which allowed her to strut with full confidence. Her hips swayed while the combination of her boobs, butt, and belly bounced. This was how she was meant to be seen. That exterior could crack with those closest to her, but she had a reputation to uphold in public.

Coco spun on her heel and slammed her hip into the dining hall door. The tall door was thrown open with an even louder slam before Coco carried through her spin and strutted confidently to her friends.

This group contained Velvet (who had prioritized breakfast as soon as she woke up), Team RWBY, and the female members of JNPR. There was a wide spot between Velvet and Ruby Rose. This was an intentionally left space. There was no other way Velvet and Ruby, with their massively wide hips, could leave enough space for even a skinny. Coco deposited herself and silently relished how her hips pressed against the plumpness of her peers.

“Someone looks as radiant as ever.” Weiss murmured as she nibbled away at her breakfast. Her excessively bottom heavy build left her with slender arms. Coco felt it contributed to the image of a noble lady seated upon luxurious cushions. Though, of course, those cushions were affixed to Weiss’s hips.

Coco felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked to see Ruby quickly chewing her food, desperate to finish and say something. “Yes?” 

Ruby swallowed. “Is it true you brought a skinny to your room?! I heard a bunch of skinnies in my class talking about it. I wanted to ask them, but they scattered the second I got close.”

“They do tend to do that,” Another girl at the table murmured. 

Coco’s chest swelled with confidence. “Why, yes, I did.” She couldn’t help but widen her smile. “He’s a rather rugged young man despite how slender he is. No matter what I did, he seemed eager for more.”

The table suddenly rocked. All eyes focused on Blake who ignored them. She kept her eyes on her book, but her cat ears were primed in the air. She wouldn’t admit it, but Coco’s words had provoked an excited twitch from her. One bounced thigh had rocketed her belly against the table’s underside. While she was primarily bottom heavy like Weiss, her thighs had plenty of extra plushness. 

Yang was more open about her interest. “It’s always fun to throw skinnies around in the gym, but you seem awfully confident. Mind if I give that skinny of yours a test run?” She asked and leaned forward until her breasts rested atop the table. The heavy sacks of flesh were so supple that they readily squished and spread across the flat surface.

Coco wore her sunglasses, but the glare behind them was evident. “Yang Xiao Long, you so much as touch a hair on my skinny’s head and you’ll regret it.” 

“Fine, fine, I get it.” Yang backed off, hands raised in surrender. She had only meant to tease, but Coco was clear enough.

“Still, you should be careful.” Pyrrha advised. “You should be mindful of his aura. The second it breaks, and you’re on top of him…well.” Pyrrha trailed off and fidgeted in her seat. This caused the bench beneath her to groan. The noise was loud enough that it seemed about to break.

“Coming from the girl whose skinny is a living aura battery.” Nora chimed in. She giggled as Pyrrha’s face quickly turned as red as her hair. “I’m happy for ya Coco! Nothing beats having a skinny that meshes with you just right!” Most would have flashed a thumbs up. Nora, however, roughly smacked one of her butt cheeks. The sound echoed through the cafeteria. Numerous skinnies dove for cover as if the response was conditioned. 

Coco felt even more vindicated. “Ah, it makes me happy to know someone gets it. Also, I assure you I know what I’m doing. My little skinny is also getting what he wants from our arrangement~” Coco was suddenly bumped from the side. The impact caused her body to jiggle and bump into Ruby’s who jiggled in kind. Coco looked to see Velvet’s cheeks puffed up in a pout. The sight warmed her heart, and Coco wrapped a flabby arm around Velvet’s padded shoulders. She drew her friend in close, intentionally squishing the side of her boob to Velvet’s face. 

“There’s no need to be jealous, Velvet! I’ll be sure to smother and squish you just as much as usual~” Coco puckered up and tried to kiss Velvet’s cheek. Instead, she caught Velvet’s palm on her chins. She was pushed back, nearly falling onto Ruby.

Velvet huffed into her breakfast. “Idiot…” She grumbled, uncharacteristic of herself. It was obviously jealousy, but it was hard to tell who it was directed at…

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Class had been uneventful. You hardly managed to focus on the lectures. Your mind remained on Coco. So, you moved to the cafeteria the second class let out. It might have been stereotyping, but where else would a fatty be?

You took the risk and quickly made your way through groups in order to amass a pile of food no skinny should have. Then, you waited. You waited for Coco.

A shadow fell over you, and a chuckle accompanied it. “Did you go through all this effort for me?” Coco asked and leaned down. She planted a small kiss on your cheek. Though, a greater result of the lean was her breasts pressing against your back. You would have slipped perfectly between her breasts if not for the snugness of her sweater.

Coco sat beside you, but you moved to her lap. You sat on one of her thighs, which felt softer than your own bed. You sank gently into the plush limb before you leaned against her side.

“Ha! Considerate and bold!” Coco wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer. “Here, you could do better, though.” She reached down and lifted her belly. A little shifting encouraged you to place your legs atop her other thigh. Coco then dropped her belly, which smothered your lap. It also brought incredible stability, too. 

What else to do with that stability except leap over and grab food for Coco. You held the food to her mouth, and she accepted it. You had to ignore multiple eyes from across the cafeteria, but Coco was easy to focus on. Your free hand reached around her back and eagerly squeezed. Meaty rolls of back fat bulged within your palms. 

That’s how lunch proceeded. One hand to feed Coco, and the other to enjoy the suppleness of her flab. You almost forgot you were in public with how eagerly your hands worked. Coco didn’t mind. She eagerly ate all that your hand presented her. There were even times she held your hand by the wrist so she could lick at any sauce that clung there. 

“Don’t get flustered now. You’re the one with your hand stuffed between my rolls~” Coco grinned and started to pull your closer. She leaned in closer until her lips were about to fall upon yours.

SLAM!

You and Coco turned to see Velvet had slammed her tray down on the table. She sat with a, “HMMF!” The sudden addition of her weight to the bench caused it to dip in the middle. Now your hand on Coco’s back was to keep you steady.

Velvet didn’t say anything at first. You and Coco glanced at each other. It was obvious that Velvet was miffed about something, but you had no idea what to do. So, you slowly resumed feeding Coco. She ate everything as usual, but the sensualness was lost. 

The mood was incredib\ ly awkward. 

One part of this was you couldn’t easily grasp food without bumping and nudging Velvet. “Sorry, uh-”

“It’s fine.” Velvet replied. Her tone was curt and a total contrast to what it was. Where was the big fluffy bunny girl that worried if Coco gave you a concussion?

You leaned into Coco’s ear, an act that pressed your chest against the side of her boob. “Hey, uh I don’t know what to do here. I could deal with everyone else staring, but this is more than I can handle.” You whispered and glanced and Velvet. One bunny ear twitched. “And she probably heard all of that.”

Coco pursed her lips in thought. “Yeah, she’s in a mood over something. It’s super cute, though.” She used her free hand to quickly stuff the remainder of her lunch into her mouth. It wasn’t the most elegant process, and some crumbs and fragments bounced off her chest like a trampoline. “Thanks for the food cutie, but I’ve there’s a sale going on soon. You two play nice!”

Coco stood and angled her hip so you slid off her lap. You bumped into Velvet, partially sinking into her softness. Coco was up and waddling away before you could say anything. Partially because you were so enraptured by the bouncing and jiggling of her ass. 

You snapped back to reality and realized you were squished against Velvet’s side. “Eheh…well, maybe I should get going too eheh-HRRK!” You were almost up when Velvet pulled you back. She had spun you to face her and grabbed both of your shoulders. That, of course, meant the space between you and her…was full of her. 

Velvet’s breasts fully overwhelmed your upper chest, and her belly dominated everything below. Fat squished and flowed around you like a giant marshmallow pressed to a slender graham cracker. 

“Hey, are you ok?” Velvet asked, suddenly looking concerned.

“Wha?” Was all you managed to reply.

Velvet looked around before she leaned in closer. This squished you further into her chest. You and Velvet were practically cheek to cheek as she whispered to you.

“Coco always has…eccentric tastes. I just want to make sure she doesn’t hurt you or take advantage of you. I’m her best friend, so it’s my responsibility to reign her in.” Velvet explained and things all made sense. She was truly kindhearted. You figured her heart was as vast as her waistline. 

You smiled and tried to place your hands on Velvet’s shoulders. That would have been a reassuring gesture, but your hands couldn’t get past all the fat around you. The best you managed was placing them on the side of Velvet’s belly. More fat bulged around your hands in an addicting sensation. 

“Velvet, I assure you, I am into it.” You replied.

“Wha?” Now it was Velvet being caught off guard.

You felt the light and energy from earlier. “Yes, I am into it! I always feared fatties because they gave no concern for us skinnies! We were just objects to be run into or disregarded, which funnily enough caused fatties to run into us. Either way, Coco and I have a deal! She can smother, crush, and squish me all she wants! In return I can grope, squeeze, and feed her whenever I want! It’s a harmonious deal where we both get all that we want!”

Velvet’s face had turned as red as a tomato. “I-I…o-ok, I see…sorry for getting involved.” She laughed nervously and scooted away. She turned to her foot and at first nibbled at it. Her anxiety didn’t falter, so she quickly shoveled the food into her mouth and waddled away. 

You watched her go, again mostly staring at her butt as it bounced. “I should probably work on my speeches.” You murmured. Two in a day and both of them had given credence to Coco giving you a concussion.

TO BE CONTINUED