Coco's Couch Crushing on You Pt 2 PIECE 1

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 dictated 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?” 

TBC IN PIECE 2