Homebody Yang

Series: RWBY

Characters: Yang

Contains: Weight gain

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Yang opened her eyes before she sluggishly scooted toward the edge of her bed. Her body felt heavy and resisted the movement, but she pushed on anyway. She gradually sat up, braced her feet, and stood.

“There we go…” Yang yawned as she took a lumbering step forward. The floor groaned beneath her, but she ignored it. It was simply background noise to her at this point. Plus, who would be surprised when the floor groaned beneath a woman pushing 600 pounds?

It all started with Burger Hog. Yang stopped by once a week, then daily, multiple times a day, and eventually she wound up staying for three days straight. Her friends helped her vacate the establishment, but it sometimes felt like she never left. Like a traumatized war veteran who is sent home from the battlefield, Yang was sometimes left in a haze where all she could do was eat. Occasionally, she was lucid, and this was one of those days. Maybe she was too tired? Chances were she would be a mindless glutton by lunch.

Before that, coffee.

Broad thighs brushed against each other as Yang approached the kitchen. Each was a meaty pillar, smooth and rounded. It was clear where her hips and butt transitioned as well as where fat curved over her knees. What wasn’t clear was how she managed to shift the thick limbs forward or support her weight. Even her lower legs were consumed in a lopsided cone shape. Fat barely thinned out until ending in cankles so thick they needed two hands to wrap around.

Despite that, Yang managed to waddle to the kitchen, but her hips still brushed the sides of the doorway. This was only slightly because this doorway was wider than the standard, roughly 1.5 times wider. A standard door would have left her stuck fast. Despite being more top heavy, Yang’s hips and butt had gained a generous swell of weight. Plump and meaty, they stretched the waistline of her panties and gave the garment plenty of soft heft to hold. Mostly bubbly cheeks bounced with each step before a residual ripple carried across their surface. Fat butts didn’t simply bounce like taut orbs. They went up, dropped down, and then quivered, not unlike a jelly-filled balloon.

Yang’s belly stretched in front of her as a mostly rounded dome. It was large enough and protruded far enough in front of her to squish against countertops, doors, the fridge, any appliance she intended to use, or tables she sat at. She had learned to adjust when it came to specific tasks. Ones that required her to open things, mostly. In the kitchen, Yang widened her stance and leaned forward. It was the only way her arms could reach over her gut to open the fridge. She grabbed a can of creamer, then waddled to her coffee machine. Again, she had to lean over the counter. Her belly squished and partially folded over the surface. This displayed how supple the mass was as it easily conformed to the shape of the countertop and edge. Yang’s belly fat splayed across the surface as she adjusted it, displaying the sheer enormity. It spread wide like a sheet but also stacked from her hips to her chest in a soft mound. It could sag to the middle of her thighs, but it was no apron belly.

“Come on, come on…” Yang groaned as she reached for her coffee grounds. Pudgy fingers barely managed to clip the edge of the container. She felt the buried muscles of her arms begin to burn. She wasn’t used to raising her arms above her head for over a few seconds. Their undersides were heavy and sagged, and the upper sides were densely packed with a more compact sheath of fat. These were like two different downward pulling forces, but Yang resisted and stood on the tips of her toes. She finally grasped her coffee and threw it into the maker.

This effort wasn’t without cost. Yang was already groggy from waking up, but now she was physically exhausted on top of that. She panted heavily, which caused her chest to heave. Each deep breath strained the already taut straps of her bra. The garment already had an arduous task holding Yang’s breasts. Each was nearly the size of a beach ball, albeit a partially deflated one. The bra provided some support, but Yang’s breasts were far too heavy to stay rounded. They reached across the top of her belly and had the potential to droop over the front and sides when they were unbound.

Yang’s coffee was eventually brewed and poured into what seemed a comically large mug. It was enough to fit the entire pot and the can of creamer Yang fetched from the fridge. She lifted the mug to her lips, and the edges squished against her plump cheeks. She took three large gulps and sighed as she felt the warmth and caffeine stir her further awake. She could now waddle to her throne, the couch.

Yang’s couch had seen better days. The cushions were permanently flattened from constant hours of holding Yang’s weight. The legs had already been removed, so the frame rested on the ground, but it still seemed near its end. Yang ignored it and dropped down. The couch groaned as she shifted and got comfortable.

With one hand on her coffee mug, the other dipped between her breasts and retrieved her phone. Yang wasted no time and began to arrange her brunch menu. Ten restaurants across three deliver apps with a total of nearly fifty items. It was partially brunch, but the meal would drag on for a few hours. When the task was complete, she leaned back on the couch and continued to drink her coffee.

Suddenly, Yang’s phone rang. She lifted it to her ear and heard a familiar voice.

“Hey, Yang!” Ruby chirped. “I wanted to ask when you were showing up.”

Yang froze. “Showing up? For what…exactly?”

Ruby sighed. Yang couldn’t see it, but it was clear she rolled her eyes. “Our Team RWBY reunion extraordinaire! I had a full day of stuff planned! You had better not flake on me! I know where you live, I’ll come get you!”

Yang hung up and stared at nothing in particular. “Shit…” She slowly looked down and saw how her vision filled with herself. “Oh shit…” She grumbled. This was going to take a lot of explaining.

THE END