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Kali and Willow
🕑 Added 2025-06-04 16:10:34 +0000 UTCSeries: RWBY
Characters: Willow, Kali
Contains: Weight gain
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Willow Schnee couldn’t quite remember how long it had been since Atlas fell and all its residents were relocated. She could only assume it was a few months, or perhaps a year was more accurate. It had been so chaotic that she failed to keep track of the immediate aftermath. By the time she got her bearings, she realized she had been in the home of Kali Belladonna, mother of one of her daughter’s friends.
Kali was very kind and accommodating to Willow, being patient as the woman adjusted to the drastic change from Atlas to Menagerie. The adjustment wasn’t hinged on luxury, as Kali’s home was spacious and comfortable. The most arduous change was the weather…
“My goodness, it’s especially warm out today.” Willow fanned herself as she waddled inside. Her free hand adjusted her clothes, pinching and pulling the fabric that clung to her sweat-doused skin. She had stepped outside for some fresh air, but the heat was unbearable. This was partially because of her inclination towards the cold.
It was also because she had put on weight. A great deal of weight. Kali was such a caring and affectionate host that Willow never wanted for anything. It seemed the woman showed affection through homemade food, and Willow was particularly adored. Meals and snacks sometimes blurred together, and Willow’s slim figure had filled out considerably. So, she was very insulated. That’s a more polite way to say she was surprisingly obese.
The apex of Willow’s growth was her hips. The widest point was equal to her height, but this was a brief area, the furthest curve from her body. That itself was a lump of fat so heavy it sagged almost distinct from her hips. It did add a lovely curve, though. The tops of Willow’s hips flared out from her sides a solid foot, then they curved down slightly. There was an additional outward curve that sagged and merged with her thighs. This merge was seamless, without a single identifying fold. Willow had learned to tell with texture, though. The tops of her hips were soft, but they had a subtle firmness to them. Her palm could sink into them, but they didn’t jiggle too much. A wave carried through as they moved, but it was not the same as the quivering softness of the lower lump of her hips. That subtle firmness returned where her thighs truly began. Each of her legs was as thick as a barrel, but its softness was impeccable. Willow sometimes idly played with them. It was unladylike, but it was a pleasing sensation.
Willow waddled toward a tea table, her thighs brushing against each other and her hips bouncing. It was inventible. Her legs were too wide to separate, and her clothes didn’t provide enough support to keep her hips still. She mainly had tuned it out and lowered herself to sit.
It had taken a while to adjust to sitting on the ground, but it had become more comfortable with time. That was because Willow got fatter as time passed, and her naturally plump butt became even more so. Her wide hips helped further support the growth of her butt. Now she had cheeks that could smother couch cushions. The chaise lounge she favored back in Atlas wouldn’t support even one of her cheeks. That wasn’t an issue when she sat on the floor. The thickness of her rump put her at a perfect height for the table, and the fat served as a wedge so she wouldn’t roll onto her back. Truthfully, she couldn’t complain.
“Hmm, I wonder where Kali has run off to?” Willow thought aloud as she scanned the room. Not many things had a consistent schedule around Kali’s home, but she and Willow had come to enjoy regular tea times. Sometimes the tea was wine, but that was besides the point. It was a time when they would sit together and converse over drinks and snacks. It was one of the things that helped warm Willow up to her host. Kali had even become one of the rare people Willow considered a friend.
Willow decided there was no harm in waiting. She simply relaxed and rested one hand on her stomach. It had gotten so rounded lately. Kali’s food seemed more nourishing than what Willow ate in Atlas. So much so that she gained weight rapidly. Her stomach reached the middle of her thighs and was stacked until it subtly pushed her breasts upward. It might look small from some angles, but this was due to her hips being so large. The same could be said for her breasts. They were almost as large as her head, which was a more than generous size. Her hips merely stole the show.
This gradual growth spared no part of Willow. Even her arms were thick from shoulder to wrist. Fat sloped and sagged in bunched clumps, but otherwise didn’t pose much impact. Willow’s only adjustment was allowing her wine glass to rest on any nearby table instead of constantly holding it in the air. However, her palm had become a comfortable place to rest her cheeks, which had become quite plump and soft.
“Perhaps a diet is in order. At this rate, I doubt I’ll be able to leave.” Willow chuckled softly at the idea. The front door was massive, after all. She would need to grow three times her current size to become stuck indoors.
Heavy footsteps sounded. Kali appeared through a door as if summoned by the word “diet.” She had a tray loaded with snacks and looked out of breath. The latter was no surprise, given that Kali was just as fat as Willow. She even filled out in a similar way.
“Phew, sorry I’m late. I couldn’t decide what to make for our tea time, so I just made a little of everything.” Kali panted and waddled to the table. Her steps were heavy, and she had a visible coat of sweat. It made Willow chuckle a little harder. “Hm, did I say something funny?”
“Hmm, not quite,” Willow replied. “I just found it amusing how similar you and I are. Both of us have gotten, hmm, let’s say soft. The heat seems to be affecting us similarly, too.”
Kali giggled. “Yes, I suppose that is funny.” She placed the tray down and sat next to Willow. The two had grown closer together as they grew outward. Kali never hid the fact that she was happy to have a woman her own age to spend time with. Not to mention, it tickled her how she could warm up with someone who appeared prickly at first.
Kali had been relatively chunky when Willow moved in with her, but her figure had filled out just as much as her guest's. Her most notable features resided on her lower body. Wide hips stretched and rolled out with soft mounds of fat. They curved and wrapped around elegantly, leading into plush, pillar-like thighs, and a rump that was only matched by Willow’s. It was a tad more wobbly, though. There was a wave to the cheeks that kept them from being perfectly bubbly. Kali didn’t care for such aesthetics. She was confident in her body, no matter how flabby certain areas were.
Like her belly.
Kali’s stomach had swelled into a supple lump of fat that curled over her waistline. It didn’t reach the middle of her thighs, but the dome of her midsection was still as large as a beachball. Her love handles were more than enough to overflow her hands, and they bounced with her every step. To say they used her hips like a shelf to rest upon was not untoward. She had even taken to stuffing cooking utensils between those folds to hold them when she bounded around the kitchen. It was much easier for her hands to reach there than the counters.
Yes, Kali’s lower body was much thicker than her uppermost portions, but they were still coated with fat. Her arms were puffy and wiggled from the slightest movements, although Kali often made grand or exaggerated movements in the kitchen. Despite the added heft to her limbs, she maintained excellent precision in the culinary arts. Willow had watched the woman cook once, and it was impressive, to say the least. She simply couldn’t believe a woman with underarms the size of pillows could lift a cast-iron wok stuffed to the brim with food.
Arm size and strength aside, Kali’s vision was also partially obscured by her chest. She had developed breasts nearly twice the size of her head. They were stuffed so tightly into her robe that even a slight step could cause them to pop free. What wasn’t tucked away behind tight fabric was tastefully exposed, tanned skin curving into a valley of supple cleavage.
Willow shook her head. She had gotten distracted. “I bought something special for our tea time.” She reached under the table and pulled out a fancy bottle of wine. She removed the cork and poured a glass for herself and Kali. “It’s a special vintage. I think it will suit your tastes.”
Kali’s eyes sparkled. “Oh, I’d say you shouldn’t have, but I love the wines you recommend!” Kali took a sip and giggled before she stuffed a few pieces of cheese into her mouth. “I never used to drink this much wine, but you certainly had an impression on me.” She smiled and nudged Willow with a soft elbow.
Willow blushed slightly as she felt Kali’s elbow sink into the side of her belly. “Consider it payback for how much you’ve influenced my figure.” Willow’s tone indicated she was being cheeky. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she sipped her wine. “Not that I mind.” She reached out for a mini quiche.
The two women talked and stuffed their faces while drinking their wine. This was how they spent every day. Tea times traditionally featured small snacks, but it was a sizable meal for them. It added to their other meals, all of which were more substantial, so the state of their waistlines was no surprise. The added wine they consumed furthered their appetites. The consumption went on until their enhanced mass couldn’t combat the alcohol, and they became drunk.
Willow leaned against Kali’s shoulder and groaned. “It’s so much more relaxed here. Back at Atlas, it’s so stuffy…ugh and cold! Being this fat would have been a blessing there, but then everyone would give me hell for it.” She continued to bemoan Atlas only breaking to stuff food or drink into her mouth.
“Thankfully, no one would dare criticize our weights around here.” Kali seemed very confident in herself. She wrapped an arm around Willow and squeezed in an affectionate, friendly way. “First, it’s rude to comment on a lady’s weight! Then if anyone were mean about my weight, I wouldn’t make them food anymore!” Kali thumped her belly boastfully.
“A fate worse than death.” Willow giggled and leaned back. She groped at her belly and sighed. “Truthfully, I never want to part from this. I might be heavy, it might get hot, but…something about it gets me…” She searched for the words, but her mind was dulled by alcohol.
Kali nodded so quickly that her cheeks wobbled. “Yes, I know what you mean! This heft, the oomf it gives your every step!” She thrust a fist into the air, her entire arm jiggling. The movement carried into her chest and belly as well. “It makes me feel amazing! It makes us look amazing, too!” Kali suddenly became exceptionally flushed.
Willow tilted her head to the side. “Kali?”
Kali bit her lip before she took Willow’s hands in her own. “Um…oh goodness, this is embarrassing, but…what if we started to gain weight…intentionally? It doesn’t have to be anything extreme. We hardly have to change our current lifestyle. I just…I think it would be fun!”
“Hmm,” Willow leaned back and thought about Kali’s proposition. It wasn’t entirely out of the blue, nor was it unappealing. There was just one issue. “If I were to say yes, agree to fatten myself up alongside you willingly,” She pulled out a platinum credit card. “Would you allow me to pull my weight?”
Willow was willing to forget all about the stuffy society of Atlas and live a wonderfully decadent life on a tropical island, eating all she pleased and then some. She just wanted to help her host in more ways than providing company.
TO BE CONTINUED?
