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Ruby's Sleep
🕑 Added 2025-05-25 01:02:03 +0000 UTCSeries: RWBY
Characters: Ruby
Contains: Weight gain descriptions
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Ruby lay on her back and snored away. She had become a solid sleeper recently. It could have been from training, rigorous studying, or eating enough to feed a family of four. Perhaps it was all three? It didn’t change the fact that Ruby was out like a light. Nothing would disturb her slumber. Not the groans of her mattress frame nor the shrill squeaks of its springs.
To put things plainly, Ruby was fat. Not chubby, chunky, or portly at all. She was fat. Obese might have been more apt, but she was a delicate lady at heart. She could also send someone to the hospital if she wanted to.
Splayed out, Ruby had fully kicked off her blankets. Her only cover was her pajamas, which were barely anything. They had been upsized repeatedly (courtesy of Weiss), but their ability to stretch was limited. Ruby’s ability to gain weight was exponential.
Her face was round and full, and a smile stretched across it. Her cheeks were enough to fill the palms of her hands. They curved gradually and merged seamlessly with a second chin. Her true chin was accented with a slightly more curved line. It was almost like a little knob of fat beneath her lower lip. It was also somewhere Yang pinched whenever Ruby got uppity, which was often. Still, her face was round and supple. Sometimes, Ruby felt it made her seem more childish, but it also provoked others to dote on her.
It was a worthy trade.
Ruby’s shoulders were broad and coated in a thick sheath of fat. This was true for where her shoulders met her arms and sloped toward her chest or back. The slightest shrug would bring her shoulders to her cheeks and cause them to jiggle. It might not have been the most voluminous accumulation of fat, but they certainly added to Ruby’s broad state. Her arms were like colossal hams. The underarms sagged in a drooped curve that reached her middle ribs. Their natural state of rest was against a mostly obscured roll of fat. Whether it was a side boob or just a lump that formed under Ruby’s arms, it was as large and supple as Yang’s generous bust. Her forearms were less meaty, but still covered in two lumps of fat. They were divided by a crease in the middle before they ended at a wrist too thick to wrap two hands around. In total, Ruby’s arms made up half of her weight just a year ago. Any sense of slenderness or capability was diluted. Even feeding herself got tiring after a few minutes. That fatigue didn’t slow her growth, though.
Ruby’s stomach was completely uncovered by her tank top. It was a hefty mound of fat that sagged and flowed to her knees, while its furthest point protruded far enough that her hands couldn’t reach it. It was almost entirely smooth except for the crease formed between the side of her gut and her love handles. That was caused by her hips pushing up on the heavy slab of blubber. The only other disturbance to the smoothness was the fold where her belly button was. Fat didn’t relent to the formerly visible pit, so a vertical line had taken form as fat breached the gap to squish together. It was a belly nurtured and grown with ample amounts of food. It didn’t matter if it was healthy or low-calorie. The sheer amount Ruby crammed into herself was enough to counteract any attempt at dieting.
“Eheh…” Ruby giggled in her sleep. She reached and scratched the side of her belly. The tips of her fingers squished into her blubber and left faint indents that quickly sprang back. Her fat had a refined mix of softness with underlying firmness. Someone who touched or bumped into her would feel themselves gently sink in before they were knocked back.
In some cases, they caught air!
Ruby’s chest heaved with her breasts. The apex of each inhale caused her top to strain. The black fabric crept back and forth across pale skin, and spaghetti straps sank into her shoulder fat. It was all that held back sizable breasts, each comparable to overly ripe melons. They were notably lopsided as Ruby was on her back, but each was perky. This was mostly thanks to the supportive shelf of her belly, but semantics need not be regarded. Ruby was proud to flaunt her bust, especially over Yang, who used to have her beat. No longer was Ruby held in smothering headlocks! Instead, it was Yang who often had to dodge doughy arms as they tried to seize her.
The bedsprings suddenly squeaked louder than before. Ruby grumbled in her sleep and sluggishly rolled onto her side. This revealed her mostly covered rear. White pajama pants with stretched-out roses did their best to cover Ruby’s rump. The task was too much for their current iteration, so a sizable amount of pale booty fat was revealed along with equally snug panties. Ruby was proud of her rear. She never articulated why exactly, but she thought it was neat. She liked how every seat was soft and her curves stretched from hip to hip. The entire affair was too large to be bubbly. The weight wouldn’t allow such curves without a little wave to them. The curves of her upper cheeks were pronounced and sharp, influenced by the tightness of her pajama pants. The curves became broader on the outsides and broader still on the lowest curves. There was even a defined curve where each cheek was squished together.
As Ruby lay on her side, her thighs were partially stacked. One was squished between the other thigh and the mattress. This made the fat appear more compressed, which hardly masked its size. Ruby’s legs were pillars of fat. Their combined width was half her height! They gently curved down from her hips and only visibly slimmed at her knees. Even then, they formed rolls that crept past the joint and squished against her lower legs. The meaty masses stretched her pajama pants until patches of frayed fabric were gradually worn down to reveal small fat bubbles. These holes would gradually widen until they formed tears. Ruby often wrote these off and kept the pajama pants around. Eventually, she would struggle to pull them up by the waistband, they’d be torn to shreds, and she’d usually fall back and break something. That would make Weiss yell at her, and then Blake would complain about the noise, and then-
“Eeeeegh…” Ruby groaned. Her dreams were disturbed by the idea of Weiss yelling at her FOR NO REASON! She tried to roll to her other side, but there wasn’t enough room in bed. She rolled right off the mattress and SLAMMED into the floor. The entire dorm room shook as Ruby was splayed out on her back.
That wasn’t all. Another figure hurtled through the dark room with a yelp.
Weiss felt herself land on something soft before she rolled off. She knew what it was before she got up. She stomped and turned toward the faint silhouette of a big, fat lump. “Ruby, you dolt!”
“Be quiet!” Blake’s voice cut across the room.
“Huh, wha?!” Yang slurred.
“Gah, it’s happening again!” Ruby groaned, still on the floor…
THE END
