Fat Note: Ilia and Ruby

Series: RWBY

Characters: Blake, Ruby, Ilia

Contains: Weight gain

Reward for Julian

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Blake clutched the Fat Note to her chest as she skulked through the halls. It had worked on Glynda, it had worked on Winter and Weiss, and now it had to be used on someone else. Blake was intent on using it on the first of her friend group she encountered, but she couldn’t find anyone as easily as she thought. She couldn’t simply call them. She wanted to remain unseen for the time being. Anyone would be curious about her frequent scribbles, and she didn’t want to experiment with how her immediate proximity would impact the results.

Yet, at least.

Blake stopped in a foyer and took a seat. If her search had been unfruitful, then perhaps it was time to wait and see who came to her. This gamble was quickly rewarded. Blake’s eyes narrowed in on Ruby and Ilia. Both exited the nearby gymnasium, still in their workout clothes.

Ruby and Ilia had color-coordinated sports bras and athletic shorts. Their bodies were coated in a gentle sheen of sweat. It was obvious that they had an especially intense workout. Blake felt a twisted sense of glee knowing she was about to undo that. She opened the Fat Note and thought of what to write.

‘Ruby and Ilia have always been 900 pounds.’

It was simple, but deliberate. Blake knew she liked how people looked at that weight range, but she added a stipulation. She claimed the two had always been this fat. When she had altered Winter’s weight, the universe altered to show how that impacted Weiss. Weiss had become fat without Blake writing it. Their simple tea party also spawned more food, reflecting how much they’d usually eat in whatever world made sense to their altered shapes.

Blake wondered what would happen if the scene before her was incompatible with her friends’ new bodies.

The change was instant. For Blake, she saw Ruby and Ilia surge outward with fat. Anyone nearby didn’t bat an eye that two girls exited the gym and suddenly gained hundreds of pounds. They were uncaring of the flabby girls who now waddled their way.

“Hmm.” Blake hummed as she looked between Ruby, Ilia, and the gym. They had still stepped out of the gym in the same clothing. Blake had theorized that the location would have changed. After all, why would girls their size work out? She used her superior hearing to listen…

“Heh, you worked really hard today, Ilia. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you actually wanted to lose weight~” Ruby cooed in a teasing voice as her hand reached for Ilia’s belly. She groped as much as her pudgy fingers could handle and wobbled the sizable gut.

Ilia blushed, her various chameleon spots turning bright pink. She placed her hand over Ruby’s, but she didn’t shoo it away. Instead, she pressed the appendage deeper into the side of her belly.

Ilia had a belly-heavy body now. Her stomach managed to stretch forward and touch the ground. It was flabby and had rolls along the side that nearly reached the middle. This left a cavernous belly button in the epicenter of the blubber. It looked deep enough that Blake could stuff her hand into it…and honestly, she was tempted to rush over and do just that. There was simply so much flab that she wanted to be the one to grab it.

Which raised the question, why was Ruby so fond of it? She and Ilia had been fast friends, but their current contact seemed more intimate.

The two were so close together that their side folds practically intermingled. Their hips brushed and bounced against each other. This left the fat in a constant motion and squeeze. It hardly felt appropriate to have that measure of contact in public.

Blake’s eyes moved further. Ilia’s breasts weren’t her most prominent feature. At this size, they were massive, but hardly seemed as such from the top of her belly. To guess, they looked as large as watermelons. Impressive, but not much compared to a belly the size of a king mattress.

Ilia’s face had puffy jowls and a thick extra chin above a bulbous neck. This led to shoulders that sloped into meaty arms. They were thicker around than Blake, but Ilia managed to move the one closet to Ruby. It landed on the girl’s chest, which proved a sight that caught Blake off guard.

Ruby’s breasts were immense! Titanic in every sense of the word. Those looked like boobs bigger than a girl Ruby’s size should posses. Blake felt they even rivaled Glynda’s after she had been transformed into an immobile blob. Ruby’s sports bra hardly held them back. They demanded so much space, which the top denied. This caused them to bunch up and bulge upward to the point Blake could hardly see Ruby’s face. If they were untethered from their binds, then they would certainly fold over the front and sides of her belly, a belly which was more reserved than Ilia’s. It was still a large gut, mostly rounded and hanging to her thighs, but that meant it was half the size of Ilia’s.

This focus on midsections made Blake realize the girls were sweatier than they had been. She could see the droplets roll over their curves. The moisture curved so elegantly that Blake was further tempted to run over. She had been friends with Ilia for years and was very close to her teammates. Would she be embraced with the same level of affection these two displayed? She started to grind her teeth as she imagined herself sandwiched between them.

Blake continued to look over her friends.

Both openly fondled each other with their closest arms. More fat mingled and squished together to the point that only skin tone declared which belonged to whom. If Ilia managed to shift her tone to match Ruby’s, then it would be impossible to tell where each hammy arm ended and began anew. These arms seemed surprisingly nimble despite weighing more than Blake’s entire body. This agility was used to squeeze and tease the other girl.

THWAP!

Ruby had suddenly shifted and roughly hip-checked Ilia. There was no malicious intent, and the force wasn’t enough to push Ilia much. It was more of an affectionate clash of their bodies that caused them to jiggle roughly. A secondary bump happened when Ilia tucked back into the space she had been bumped from.

This drew Blake’s attention to their thighs. It was only possible to see them as Ruby and Ilia progressed further across the courtyard. Each of their legs was incredibly broad, but they were hidden behind their bellies from the front. It was a shame, given how lovely they were. Blake practically drooled as she looked at the tree trunk-like thickness of the pudgy pillars. Each thigh brushed past another. Ilia’s thighs rubbed against each other, obviously, but then the left one also rubbed against Ruby’s. Ruby, too, had meaty legs that rubbed against each other. The two just happened to be so close that they could pass for the world’s fattest participants in a three-legged race.

The duo passed further still, and Blake could see the plumpness of their backs. Fat rolls and mounds started immediately below their shoulders, and they cascaded downward until they met the truly mind-boggling shelves of two immense posteriors. Ruby and Ilia’s butt cheeks swayed as they waddled, and this caused them to bounce against each other. They quaked and quivered as if they had no support to bind them. Even through the tight confines and Ilia and Ruby’s workout clothes, their butts wobbled as if they were bare…Honestly, their shorts were so obscenely tight and skin-hugging that it made little difference.

Ruby’s butt stretched wider, but Ilia’s cheeks were more rounded and thus protruded a little further behind her. Still, they jiggled exquisitely with each step. Based on their route, the two headed toward the cafeteria. It wouldn’t be long before long-suffering benches would have to bear the burden of these blubbery butts and all the weight that came with them. Blake was tempted to follow them, but she remained hidden instead. She would certainly see them again later. She could content herself with watching. Her entire focus remained on the motion of the pair’s butts. The swaying, the bouncing off each other, and other subtle yet random rhythms that resulted from their nuzzling together. It was all too perfect.

Yet it didn’t last forever. Ruby and Ilia rounded a corner, and a building obscured Blake’s view. Blake wondered if their levels of PDA would remain high despite being in the assumedly crowded dining hall. Dammit, she wanted to investigate further. It would have to wait, though.

Blake waddled away from her hiding spot. Though she didn’t notice how her gait had changed to be more similar to the friends she had enlarged with the Fat Note. The cumulative gains that she imposed on her friends had altered her story just as well. After all, how could a skinny person remain such when all of their friends were excessively obese? In what world with so many fatties would one girl stay thin?

Blake had yet to become a lumbering mass of blubber like some, but her thighs squished together enough to shift her gait. Her hips flared out and gently rolled over the strained waistband of her white shorts. Thick, rounded butt cheeks pushed against the same shorts and threatened to split them soon enough. A plump belly curled over her waistline and bounced gently with her steps. It was perfectly round like a dollop of cream and was the product of many meals Blake would have experienced thanks to her flabby friends. Her chest boasted an additional set of generous curves, but they weren’t as large as her head. Not yet, at least. Finally, cradled in plump arms, the Fat Note remained close to Blake’s chest. She wondered whose name would go into it next…

TO BE CONTINUED