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RWBY: Visions of a Gravid Velvet
🕑 Added 2024-05-12 17:00:49 +0000 UTCHappy Mother's Day and Mayternity! Here is some pregfat for you all! Sorry I'm behind, I will try to have a prompt out today as well.
Tags: Implied Extreme Weight Gain, Lactation, Blob, Pregnancy, Cute Lesbian stuff
“Jeeze, Velvet, really let yourself go.” Coco Adel said as she summited the mountain that was Velvet Scarlatina. The bunny faunus spread in all directions, filling most of the room with jiggling fat. Fat fingers within flabby arm prisons flexed nervously. Coco lay at the very foot of Velvet’s chins. The cool, fashionable fighter lowered her sunglasses as she addressed her teammate. “You know, pregnancy is no reason for a woman to lose her figure.” Coco crawled like a prowling lioness, coming so far as to rest her hands and head on Velvet’s cascading series of chins. They were fluffy pillows that formed a staircase to a very red and embarrassed face. Hidden in the midst of boulder cheeks and sunken into a wall of shoulder fat, Velvet’s face blazed crimson. The gigantic woman tried to look away. The movement resounded through her blubber, pulling more and more fat in a single direction. Coco’s grin grew deeper as she felt the behemoth bun’s body list underneath her. The metallic floor groaned, hardly able to hoist up the weight that had been placed upon it.
“But. . .but. . .isscch. . .your fault. . .Coco.” Velvet whined. She tried to flex her arms again, succeeding only in proving how useless they were. “You. . .aaaah. . .got me. . .pregnant.” Velvet was not sure if she was trying to defend herself or merely call attention to the bizarre circumstances that she was entangled in. An army of children were gestating in her wombs, their kicks making her stomach jiggle perpetually. She bit her lip, feeling the pleasure and pain of the multitude of movements within her stomach. Those movements were only equaled by the constant listing of her other assets. Her buttcheeks, rising high behind her, rubbed and smacked each other like icebergs meeting at sea. Likewise, her breasts rolled back and forth. Velvet was an ocean of eroticism, complete with her own changing currents and weather patterns. A storm was brewing within her, nursed along by Coco’s constant teasing.
“I’ll take all of the credit there.” Coco came the final few inches and held Velvet’s lips in her own. She kissed, her body spread eagle across Velvet. Yet, Coco only covered a fraction of a fraction of Velvet’s body. The rabbit faunus’ mass spread in all directions, even upwards. By virtue of the bulk she had put on, Velvet had grown “taller”. Her ears now came close to the ceiling just as her butt was edging against the wall. Only a rushed demolition job spared Velvet’s sensitive, taut baby bump from buddying up against a wall. Coco gyrated her hips, knowing that she was stirring up jiggles that would make their way to the very ends of Velvet’s immensity. “I knocked you up good, didn’t I?” Coco broke away from the kiss to toy with Velvet more.
“Always taking credit for things.” A calm but amused voice said. Both Coco and Velvet struggled to see who was talking. Coco could not see past the round, moon face of her lover and baby mama. Velvet struggled to turn her head even a fraction of an inch. However, she was spared from struggle as a pair of soft hands caressed her cheeks and a head softly nuzzled her ears. Bunny ears snuggled with cat ears as Blake checked in on her wife. “Everyone knows that faunus breeding is an explosion of fertility.” The amber eyed beauty lifted and dropped cheeks bigger than her head. Velvet’s eyes went blank and drool peeped out of the corners of her mouth. The rarest sort of pleasure was coursing through her. “All those days in bed. I think more than half of these babies are mine.” The erotic storm only deepend. “I think I get all the credit for your weight too.” Blake kissed the top of Velvet’s head before whispering in her ear. “Who made all those fish shaped cookies for you?” The dark haired catgirl smiled gleefully as she watched a shiver pass through Velvet’s ears. They were antennas for her debauched whispers and desires.
“Haaaa. . .aah. . .you did. . .Blake.” Velvet whimpered, her mouth never truly closing. Blake knew all the buttons to push, striking with sexual precision. Velvet gasped again as stronger kicks rocked her belly. Velvet tried to buck, needing some way of relieving the tension within her body. Her gut was as tight as a drum, packed full with babies and food. Yet, her heartstrings were even tighter. Her nipples and pussy were on fire, begging to be stroked. Velvet tried to verbalize the request, but was cut off.
“Blake Belladonna!” A sharp and commanding voice echoed through the room. “I. . .mmmgghp. . .will not. . .mmmghp. . .tolerate you. . .taking credit. . .mmgghp. . .for my work!” Weiss Schnee’s voice never lost its edge, even through the constant eating. Velvet felt Weiss’ entrance twice over. The first through the reverberations of her voice through her fat. She then felt the thudding, plodding steps of her third wife. Weiss’ gut sloshed back and forth as she swayed into the room. She held a now empty platter, which had been meant for Velvet. “BBBBLLUUURRUP.” The heiress belched and looked at the empty platter. She shrugged and tossed it away. “My money. . .funded this. . .venture. . .so I will be taking credit.” 450 lbs of Weiss struggled to reach the personal lift that would carry her wealthy bulk up to see her pregnant lover. When the lift was put into action, the gears turned painfully. “Doubtless, I also sired plenty of our dear bun’s babies.” Her plump hands left the controls. Velvet gasped as one of her more-than-person-sized breasts came in contact with the lift. “Thus, I will. . .be taking. . .the lion’s share. . .of the profits.” Weiss flexed greedy, sausage fingers as she looked at a breast bigger than her rotund body.
“Weisssch. . .have your. . .sympathy cravingssscch. . .gotten better?” Velvet asked, under great duress. She felt the wobbling gut of the heiress and shivered. Velvet received her answer in the form of Weiss letting her fat fall. Ungainly, impolite, and greedy was the milky feeding that took place. Weiss swam in breast fat, her own weight pushing out milk in an unbroken torrent. Velvet nearly screamed in pleasure. “Oooh. . .HAAAAH. . . I. . .sccheee.” She mewled and murmured. She chewed her lips, now feeling the erotic storm closer than ever. Weiss made sloppy oral love to Velvet’s nipple, drenching her body in milk and adding inches to her ever expanding waistline. Weiss was more than happy to set aside her prim and proper nature for pleasure.
“Ugh. . .what a pig.” Coco rolled her eyes. “Velvet, don’t indulge her.”
“Of courscche. . .aah. . .Coco. . .I’ll sscchtop. . .her.” Velvet spoke in a dreamy, far off voice. The sounds of Weiss’ slurping was matched only by the sounds of the two piles of fat hitting each other.
“I say, don’t worry about it.” Blake purred. She draped herself over one shoulder, naked body sliding around Velvet’s lightly sweat fat. “The more she feeds, the more milk you make.” Blake purred loudly, sinking into the morass that was her wife’s folds. “We like our bunnies made entirely out of milk and chocolate.”
“This one is more milk, I think.” A confidant, sultry voice picked up. Both Blake and Velvet’s ears twitched. Yang Xialong strutted into what had once been a functional bedroom. Now, however, it was an altar upon which to worship the new goddess of fat and fertility. Yang watched Weiss’ feeding with a wry smile. Naked, pale asscheeks slapped together as she suckled at the wellspring of fattening milk. “Guess I’m a little late to my chores today.” Still limber and strong, Yang needed little help getting up to her breast, she rested on what might have been a thigh at some point. Velvet’s body was a morass of fat, all working to hold her submarine shaped baby gut up. Outside of the obvious places like breasts and butt, it was hard to tell one part from another. Velvet was a pile of adorableness sinking into herself and the warping floor. “What do you think, Hun-Bun, should I get to sucking?” Yang asked, patting the breast before her. Milk started to splurt out, drizzling towards the floor.
“Yuh-YESSCCH!” Velvet cried, more and more lost in a wildfire of emotions. Yang did not have to be told twice. She flexed her arms, showing the muscle that had multiplied from a steady stream of growth hormones from Velvet’s milk, and lifted the teat before her. Yang wrestled with her breast, making a torrent of milk spray into the air. The other women cheered, besides Weiss who was too busy slurping. After a minute’s work, Yang clamped down and got to work. In contrast to Weiss, Yang was strong but orderly in her feeding. She sucked the milk down in strong gulps, not letting a single drop spill. Velvet moaned, her babies kicking with furious strength. It felt that the tightness in her belly and chest was growing. Velvet felt fit to burst, excited for some unspoken desire. Trying to keep her emotions pent up,Velvet sucked air in and pursed her lips.
“What might you be holding in, my dearest?” Coco cooed, tickling under Velvet’s smallest ring of facial fat. The bespectacled woman’s hand was lost even under that smallest roll. Coco felt the kicks of Yang, Weiss, Blake, and her children intensify. The army of small beings kicked and pushed at their mother’s womb and belly. Velvet grew redder, struggling to cope with the sensations around her burdensome body. Movement that she could not control, riddled her body with constant sexual agitation. Though they were many feet away, Velvet was intimately connected with Weiss and Yang’s feeding. Weiss continued to eat like a hog, thrusting her gut and breasts against Velvet’s boob. Yang squeezed the teat she had claimed, working it like an exercise ball. In either case, the women caused a torrent of milk to flow into them. Velvet melted, sinking down into her doughy fat as part of her very being was slurped away. Coco continued massaging Velvet’s neck. “No need to be shy now. We’re already past the babymaking stage.”
“But there could always be more!” An energetic voice cracked, coming from seemingly nowhere. Coco, normally calm and collected, jumped. She rolled down Velvet’s fat, pressed between the curve of the faunus’ baby bump and what might have been a thigh. Coco experienced the movements of Velvet’s body, feeling her deep breaths and innumerable quakes. She grumbled, annoyed that another had taken her place. Ruby Rose, the final baby mama, had come into the room. “Isn’t that right, Velvet? You love some more in the future! I mean. . .we’d love to give you some.” Ruby was a chaotic mix of nervousness and barely restrained lust. Coco rolled her eyes, somewhat glad that she was spared the awkward flirting between the two. Instead, she began the slow process of extricating herself from Velvet’s mass and climbing back up. She was serenaded by the two misfits making conversation.
“Oohhhmmph. . .” Velvet was still holding her breath, afraid of letting any of her thoughts out. The pressure was building fiercely within her now. The room had taken on a rosy tint, blossoming with love. Her ass wobbled, towering up and over the gaggle of women. One of Blake’s legs dangled onto a buttcheek. Velvet knew she could nestle all of her many lovers between or under her butt. She had learned from actual practice. Many games had been played centering around Velvet’s bulk and body. There were still many more to be played.
“Velvet! Come on, don’t hide in your fat!” Ruby pressed further, taking the position that Coco had been in. She tugged and rolled her bunny lover’s chins, working them like small carpets. “Especially not when I brought treats!” Ruby dropped a roll. It landed with a wet splat. Velvet gasped, letting the trapped air go. Her face rocked back and forth, independent of the rest of her flab. It was only Ruby placing a large sack near her face that calmed her jiggles. Wafts of chocolate and cookies came through to the beleaguered bun. “I just thought that cookies went really well with milk!” Ruby inched the bag closer to Velvet’s chubby face. Her eyes were framed behind the soft fabric, daring the other woman to dive in. “Gotta. . .you know. . .keep those babies fed. . .heh.” Ruby tapped a cookie out, letting it fall just to Velvet’s lips.
“Ruby. . .aaaah. . .this iscch. . .” Velvet started to respond, but her stomach finished for her. A massive gurgle echoed out over the apartment. It was loud and vigorous enough to shake the floorboards. Velvet launched into the sack, eating with abandon. The gigantic bunny let all her hunger and lust pour out into the act of eating. Her mouth was filled time and time again with hordes of sweet cookies of all kinds. Ruby had made them small, allowing the massive faunus to hold many in her mouth at the same time. She tasted them en masse and individually, her taste buds as sensitive as her ears. Chocolate, red velvet, snickerdoodle, and plain sugar cookies all melted together to form a rainbow of taste. Each mouthful held the different cookies in changing quantities, creating an ever changing tapestry of taste. Drool mixed with crumbs leaked from the corners of Velvet’s mouth. “Ooooh. . .ooommmgghp. . .you’re all. . .mmmgghp. . .too. . .kind!” She cried, spiraling into hormones. “I jussccht. . .wanna. . .be. . .mmmghp. . .the bessscht. . .biggessscht. . .bun I can. . .be!” Finally, Velvet was able to find her release.
Her breasts surged, milk rocketing out with the strength of fire hoses. Yang and Weiss were almost lost away in the flood of cream. Weiss found her hefty, obese body pushed against the back railing of her lift. Yang almost dropped the breast she was manhandling. Velvet continued to gush milk and praises between bites from the cookie sack. Coco was drenched in milk as she climbed back onto Velvet’s torso. The babies within the rabbit faunus were kicking strong enough that she could see the undulations of fat across Velvet’s stomach. It was like raindrops hitting puddles. Velvet gasped between bites, almost too excited to continue. She felt amazing. Packed to the brim with babies, food, and love, she could do nothing other than eat. Long buried fingers and toes wiggled within their flabby prisons. Her field of chins sloshed back and forth, dribbling with whatever she did not immediately suck down. The gorging was tiring, taking more strength than she had. Every couple seconds, Velvet would pause. However, she would soon be cheered back into action.
“Mmm. . .come on. . .don’t you want to get bigger for us?” Blake purred. “Bigger body, more babies.” Blake stopped speaking and began to lick Velvet’s neck roll.
“Yeah, Velvet! Eat up!” Ruby held the cookie sack, emptying the seemingly endless amount of sweets into her wife’s mouth. “Bigger! Bigger!”
“BBBBLOOOORRRUUP. . .after. . .uuuhhhmmff . .all the work. . .OOOORRRUUP I’ve done.” Weiss wavered between glutting and speaking. “You had. . .mmmgghp. . .better keep. . .OOORRUP. . .growing.” She quickly returned to her work.
“Yeah, Velvet!” Yang slapped Velvet’s monolithic breast. “Let’s get these things even bigger!”
“Well, you heard them.” Coco was last to speak. She had taken off her sunglasses, tossing them away so she could have the best view possible of her immobile, blobby baby mama. “I think it’s a pretty convincing case, don’t you?”
Velvet summoned all the strength in her body. She opened her mouth once more and dug into the cookies. She would consume everything put before her, she would grow until nothing could hold her bulk anymore. Velvet sucked down the cookies, turning them into yet more fat. The massive bunny felt her body responding to her desires, unleashing latent energy. She ballooned outward, filling the room she was housed in. Her butt overtook the wall behind her, working to knock it down. Her breasts inflated, attaining such mass that Yang and Weiss were knocked to the ground. They pumped milk out with even more fury, starting to flood the room. Velvet’s gut spread in all directions, claiming as much territory as it could. Her belly was a mountain rising above a sea of white milk.
Velvet gasped, sighed, and moaned as she filled the room. The girls were pressed to the walls or ceiling, trapped by the advance of fat. Velvet did mind, as long as she kept growing. Tightness and pressure built. Either the house would go, or Velvet would. She sucked in air once more, forcing her body to grow. She tested the bonds of the house, knowing they were weak. She squeezed muscles that she didn't know existed. She would destory the tiny house, supplanting it with her size. Already, the roof was starting to burst. Velvet gave one final cry and-
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Velvet woke up in her bed. She blinked, looking around. Not immense piles of fat. No house about to collapse. No sea of milk. She instead rested in her bed, a little puddle of drool on the pillow. “Ah. Just a dream.” She sighed, turning back over. The small, skinny faunus wrapped her blanket tighter. “What a dream that was.” Her ears twitched as she tried to make sense of the visions that she had seen. Unlike other dreams, the events were burned into her memory. She thought about the vastness of her body, her incredible fertility, and how she had changed her friends. “What a shame.” Velvet said, hand reaching down to inspect her figure. She was at least pleased to find a little bit of pudge. Velvet squeezed her stomach, toying with the little bit of flab. It was soft and cuddly, a mere scrap compared to the mounting piles within her dream. She traced the curve of her stomach around padded thighs. They had just lost their tone, the gap between them no longer existing. She was hardly more than a little chubby. She smiled. “I suppose a start is a start.”
Comments
PrivateXimmy
How extravagant! Honestly it was interesting, there were a couple clues keying into how this was a dream. Like how it was never explained how she was growing so fast, or how the other ladies got her pregnant. With dream logic, she was just rolling with it. Gave it a very “free form” vibe that was sorta unique. I loved how each of the girls expressed their love in a different way, and it was clear in this hypothetical that this polycule / harem had been together for some time now! Each expressed themselves in a different way, and their interests all aligned with hers via slightly different tastes.
FrogBoi
😳
