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RWBY One Shot: A Well Rounded Team

Disclaimer: I own neither RWBY nor its characters. Also, the following story contains bbw, ssbbw, weight gain, and general fat girl antics. If you don't like then do not read.

  General Ironwood couldn’t deny that he was happy to see Qrow alive and well. The scruffy Huntsman was one of the few people who he could trust and had information about the fight against Salem’s syndicate that was trying to destroy the whole world. Ever since the fall of Beacon and Ozpin’s death, the anxious general had felt alone. Not only had he suffered most of the blame for the Grimm attack on Vale, but he also had his own crises in Atlas to deal with. Between the people of Mantle nearly revolting, the upcoming election, and Jaques Schnee’s machinations it was a wonder that Ironwood hadn’t gone bald from all the stress. Qrow appearing and bearing good news was quite the relief.

  Though that wasn’t to say that Qrow didn’t bring complications along with him.The news that Ozpin had reincarnated in the body of a child was annoying but the truly disheartening thing was the news of Leo’s betrayal and death. Sure the Relic of Knowledge was secure for now but even bringing it to Atlas was risky. Not to mention Mistral was left without a headmaster.

  Rubbing his forehead in a vain attempt to relieve his headache Ironwood sighed. “I don’t suppose we’ve any word from Vacuo. I have a plan in store for securing the Winter Maiden and the Relic here but I’d like to have a few more allies on my side. I can’t trust the AI mechs after what happened in Vale and aside from the Ace Ops there’s no one I have absolute faith in. Ever since Ozpin died things have been thrown out of order all around the world.”

  “Relax James.” Qrow said as he took a casual seat in a nearby chair. “We lost a battle but the war isn’t over.”

  “Easy for you to say. You don’t have a whole nation blaming you for anything that goes wrong. We’re on a knife’s edge here Qrow and while I’m glad to see you it be much nicer to have more help.”

  “I didn’t come alone.” Qrow pointed out. “Two teams from Beacon came with me, along with the young boy Ozpin is inhabiting. Oscar is his name and the kid seems made of solid stuff.”

  Ironwood smirked. “So two teams of teenagers and a boy. Well I’ll be, Salem is sure to be quaking in her boots.”

  “Ha. For your information its Team RWBY and the remains of Team JNPR. They’ve seen plenty since you last met them, those kids have enough experience under their belt to be full on Huntsmen and Huntresses. Plus I trust them with my life and they are aware of everything going on. You couldn't have ask edfor better help. Though now that we’ve been waiting over a week in Atlas just to have an audience with you…”

  Ironwood brushed aside Qrow’s tone. “Weiss Schnee is at least capable and I do remember Team RWBY. Very well, bring them in. We could use the help.”

  For some reason at the mention of RWBY specifically had made Qrow wince. Ironwood figured it was just because the lone drunk’s nieces were in that team and Qrow didn’t relish the thought of Ironwood giving orders to his family.

  “Like I said James, they could have been a big help but we’ve all been busy twiddling our thumbs and…”

  “No excuses Qrow. You and Ozpin have always been singing the praises of your nieces and their friends. Now call them in so we can chat and figure out how to try and fix this global mess we’re all stuck in. Big problems require action.”

  Qrow scowled and got up to open the door to Ironwood’s office. “Big problems indeed.” He muttered and swung the door wide open. “Alright girls, come on in.”

  There was no sound at first but soon the general could hear something moving in the waiting room outside. It sounded like the creak of metal and then labored breathing. Qrow had a rather embarrassed look upon his face that bordered on digust as he stepped far away from the door, giving a wide berth to the girls who slowly lumbered into the room one by one. The floorboards creaked ominously as General Ironwood came to realize just why Qrow had been so reluctant to introduce the team.

  Team RWBY was fat! Huge! Each girl was preposterously big. It had been some time since Ironwood had seen these girls but Weiss had been her normal self when she had fled Atlas only a little while ago. But now? The heiress to the Schnee Dust Company had ballooned up like a ball of dough in an oven! This apparent weight gain had been a recent one too for each girl seemed about ready to burst out of her outfit. As they lined up to face his desk Ironwood could swear he heard their clothes creaking in protest at having to hold back so much fat. Behind the girls Qrow had closed the door and conviently stepped way back to peer out a window. Obviously he didn’t intend to explain this and was going to leave things to someone else as per usual.

   At a loss for words Ironwood used all his willpower not to say anything rude to the round ladies standing before him and evidently they didn’t know what to say either. At least they had the sense of mind to be embarrassed with their appearance, flushes of red filling their cheeks, though that may have just been from the exertion of waddling into the room. Only the girl’s deep breaths and the occasional creak of the floor broke the silence as they shifted their weight about.

   Finally Ruby Rose broke the silence, taking a single step forward that made her body wobble slightly.

  “Um….errr…Hello General Ironwood. We’ve come to help however we can.”

  Such a high-pitched voice sounded odd coming out of a girl who probably weighed more than a Beowolf. Ruby Rose had been a slight and petite girl the last time Ironwood had seen her. This girl looked as if she had eaten that Ruby Rose and then had gone on to raid a buffet. The general did his best to be courteous though.

  “Thank you Miss Rose, I’m sure there’s something I can use a team of such…broad experience for.”

  “Ha good one!” The big, blonde girl who must be Yang Xiao Long said with a chuckle. Her hefty body jiggled as she laughed, threatening to send even more of her fat oozing out of the gaps in her outfit.

  Upon noticing Ironwood turn to look at her Yang bashfully rubbed the back of her head with a thick and meaty arm. He could see that her dark brown sleeves were filled to the bursting point with her arm flesh. While it was obvious that she still had a fair amount of muscle in her limbs Yang’s arms were certainly weighed down with enough blubber to have slowed down the speed which she could punch stuff. The really confusing thing was that her robotic arm looked as if it had been scaled up to match her fat limbs in size. Why on Remnant would she do that?

  In actuality Yang had made the customization to her arm herself. The oldest girl on Team RWBY had found herself loving her newfound size and had therefore determined to keep her robot arm matching her other flabby limb. The entire team had been rather bored while they waited for Qrow to arrange a meeting with the busy general and thus the four girls had been free to sample the local cuisine. Sure they could have done other stuff but with Weiss’s fame the girls had gotten many a meal on the house, and they had taken full advantage of it. In just one week Yang had earned the title “Customer of the Month” and had a picture of her fatty self-hanging on the walls of three of the local Burger Hogs. Her meaty frame was barely packed into her outfit and with each breath she worried she’d burst out of it completely. While she enjoyed annoying her teammates and teasing Jaune with her stae of dress, Yang certainly didn’t want to inadvertently flash the general.

  As it was, Yang already had a fair amount of pale and soft flesh on display. Under her double chin and chubby cheeks her orange scarf was wrapped around an increasingly thick neck. Below the scarf a large canyon of cleavage jutted out so far forward that she hadn’t seen her toes in days. The straps keeping her tan overalls up dug deeply into her flabby shoulders in order to hold up her impressive bosom. The zipper of the suit had been forced so far down that the top of her belly was on display and her breasts were only covered by what appeared to be an overstretched, white tube top, though perhaps it was just a massive bra. Yang would certainly need one given that her breasts had grown so large that they were bigger than her own head!

  General Ironwood tried not to stare at the young girl’s chest but it was the biggest part of her! And it certainly didn’t help that as Yang laughed at his unintended pun her bosom bounced up and down…up and down…up and…. The general shook his head clear and moved his eyes from her huge chest down to her belly.

  Yang’s fat potbelly was actually the smallest on her team, or maybe it just seemed that way due to being stuffed in her overalls. When she inhaled the zipper covering her gut would quiver, indicating how much pressure was being held back. A slight lower roll jutted out from under the main round orb of fat. However the titanic hips that were on either side dwarfed it. Yang’s overalls were packed full with the extra padding she had grown and the pounds she had put on. An atheistic thigh-gap in the overalls revealed just how soft, squishy, and fat her thighs had grown. The pale mass of fatty flesh oozed out of the gap like water surging over a dam. A strap on the overalls spanned the gap and looked as if it would snap if Yang tried to bend her leg in any fashion. Her knees were submerged under her own leg fat and what were once knee high boots were now split open in order to fit her lower legs and chubby feet inside.

  “Yang stop laughing and try to act serious for once.” Weiss Schnee’s voice snapped from across the room, thankfully distracting the general from the mammoth sized blonde. However, upon turning his eyes to Weiss Ironwood wasn’t sure if the Schnee girl looked any better.

  Once the pride of Atlas and a hopeful future candidate for the Atlas Military, Ironwood had wished Weiss would follow in her sister’s footsteps. Though it now appeared that the only place Weiss would be perfectly suited for was a buffet. Then the general recalled the young girl’s singing career and considered whether she could become an opera diva. Most female singers in that genre were plus-sized and Weiss was certainly big enough to classify as such.

  Unlike her teammate, Weiss had a much more modest upper body. Her once angular and prim face had rounded out into a soft circle with pinch-able cheeks and the ghost of a double chin forming. The clasp of her dark blue jacket was stretched across a wider frame and a gap showed off her upper body and revealed the start of her cleavage. Weiss’s limbs and chest were smaller than Yang's though still large for a girl her age. A light blue corset cinched her waistline but two of its buttons had ripped out of their buttonholes due to the heiress sporting a rather hefty gut, which poked out so far that Ironwood could easily see the curvature of the big belly despite it being completely covered by clothes. Weiss’s white dress made it look as if she were smuggling a giant, round, and squishy marshmallow under her garments.

  Below the belt Weiss was enormous, broader than Yang and far doughier looking. Her flowing dress hid her hindquarters well enough but nothing could conceal just how huge her hips and buttocks were. The white dress and jacket tails that flared out over her wide bottom looked like some sort of wedding dress propped up with fat instead of petticoats. She could have filled a two-person sofa all on her own. Ironwood pitted any chair that she sat upon. Even Elm would have been jealous of this girl’s bottom. Her thighs were so thick and fat that her knees had lost all definition. Weiss’s legs were just solid pillars of marble-white fat, thick as tree trunks and probably as soft as pillows. Somehow she had managed to stuff her lower legs and feet into what where once probably very fancy, elegant, and expensive boots. Now though, the footwear was stretched so much that they’d never fit anyone else other than the fatties here in the room.

  Stomping up towards his desk in those boots Weiss slammed her hands down onto he surface, her bent over posture showing off just how wide her waist was and forcing Ironwood to look away from the wobbling rear.

  “Please General, we’ve come a long way and know more about all of this than anyone else. We can handle ourselves. I know you're busy but let us help. We may have gotten a little bigger but we can still handle ourselves.”

  Ironwood waved her back before she threatened to bend his desk out of shape by leaning anymore of her weight onto it.

  “Of course Miss Schnee, I’m well aware of your team’s talents and former achievements. Qrow has told me as much. However, you must be aware that Atals has a tentative peace at most and the situation requires a light and delicate touch.”

  “Ohoho another good one general.” Yang commented before Blake shoved a fat elbow into her gut and she was reduced to gasping like a bellows for air.

  “Never you mind Yang.” Weiss scowled at her teammate as she stepped back into line. “It’s you and Ruby’s fault we’re like this.”

  “As if!” Ruby protested and pointed an accusing arm at Weiss, the young girl’s entire limb wobbling from the motion. “Who was it who got us all those free meals just because she’s famous in the city and a well known singer?”

  The two girls quickly got into a heated argument. Ironwood tuned it out as childish squabbles. Though it was enlightening to hear just how four young and fit fighters had fattened up so much in so little time. He was about to stop the bickering but was distracted by Ruby herself.

  Ozpin’s pet prodigy and the youngest student ever allowed into Beacon was now an adorably plump and chubby girl. The most notable part about her was how her corset had essentially split open, her belt straps dangling useless at her sides like curtains framing the impressively fat and round belly she bore. Her entire midsection was on full display. The doughy mass was one solid glob of blubber, free of any roll or blemish. Ruby’s belly button was a tiny crater in the face of the moon-like gut. It drooped down over her waistline and wobbled as she argued with her partner. The jiggling mass probably weighed more than the rest of Ruby combined. Ironwood didn’t know it, but there were currently eight packs of cookies stewing away in the large gastric chamber. Ruby’s appetite had grown to match her girth and while she seemed the smallest of the group she would not remain that way for long.

  Love handles oozed down her sides, and Ruby’s hips, thighs, and legs were somehow all contained in her leggings. Though closer inspection could reveal that several areas of the tights were almost threadbare and would soon rip. Ruby’s red skirt was nothing more than an accessory at this point, her big, bouncy, buttocks barely covered by the red cloth. If she bounced about anymore while she argued Ironwood wouldn’t be surprised if her entire outfit began falling apart.

  A bigger bosom covered most of Ruby’s chest, the expanded boobs were properly covered and yet their outlines were obvious to everyone in the room. It was clear that Miss Rose had truly grown up as well as outward though her face was now even more innocent and cute looking. The starts of jowls were forming on her face and her cheeks resembled a squirrel’s. She also had a triple chin that increased how amusing she looked while she pouted at Weiss. Her arms even jiggled as she waved them up and down.

  Both girls were indeed wobbling a fair bit as they debated with increasingly loud voices. Ironwood was about to ask Qrow to calm the girls down but he now realized that the irascible Huntsman had taken his chance to leave the room whilst Ironwood was still stunned by the supersized girls before him. Sighing, the general resisted the urge to slam his head onto his desk. Thankfully someone else interrupted the argument in a rather unorthodox way.

  “Braaaarrrrrrp!”

  Everyone turned to look at Blake Belladonna who didn’t even have the grace to excuse herself for her loud and rude belch. The final member of Team RWBY was the largest of the girls and also the last one Ironwood would have expected to show up in Atlas. Her bow was gone and now she had her Faunus trait, black cat ears, on full display…along with lots more of her plush body.

  Blake’s mass was contained in a black, collared cat suit that looked ready to explode. Somehow she wasn’t sweltering with so much blubber tightly packed inside the constricting clothes. Indeed, Blake’s fat face looked rather relaxed and carefree. Her cheeks were exceptionally wide and chubby making her amber eyes seem small and squinty in appearance. Her double chin hid most of her neck and underneath that her chest loomed outward, forcing the zipper of her cat suit to remain undone. A generous amount of cleavage was on display as a result. It was from these depths that she pulled a fish cracker to everyone’s surprise before idly munching on it as if this were a normal thing for someone to do.

  Upon noticing the incredulous looks she was receiving Blake simply shrugged her massive and flabby shoulders, causing a loud creak from her whole outfit as it was stretched. Ham sized arms scratched her thick sides with chubby sausage roll fingers, and the general was reminded of a fat and lazy cat simply enjoying being idle.

  The white tailcoat Blake was wearing probably once hung loosely off of a lithe and agile body but now it couldn't hope to even be properly zipped up. As it were, the white fabric simply highlighted just how huge the Faunus girl had become. The zippers on its sleeves were forced open by arm fat and her breasts stretched the garment to its maximum. With each breath Blake’s bosom swelled and threatened to rip asunder the tiny amount of zipper that kept the coat wrapped across her body.

  Beneath the billowing and dangerous boobs, Blake’s belly was a tightly packed glob of fat that audible grumbled as her small fish cracker plopped into its depths. Her cat suit was stretched so tightly over the globular gut that her navel was visible despite it being fully covered. The big belly was all one large doughy orb but one could make out the hints of a second roll of blubber forming along either side of her. Ironwood didn't know it, but fish stocks in Atlas had gone up thanks to the massive and bottomless stomach Blake was lugging around. Any hesitation of the local merchants and business owners to serve a Faunus had quickly vanished upon seeing how much the large girl could pack away in one sitting. The entire food industry had received a boom thanks to RWBY’s efforts.

  Blake’s behind had also grown exponentially. The general couldn’t see it properly from the angle she was standing but Blake’s tailcoat flared out over her huge ass like a tablecloth, trying to cover the large surface area. However his eyes didn’t linger there for long since Blake burped again and this resultd in even more bickering amongst the girls.

  “Ugh gross. Must you be so crass about that Blake?” Weiss scolded.

  Blake shrugged again and her zippers all slid open just a bit more thanks to this action, additional fat surging through the larger gaps in her clothes. As Weiss began to lecture her on proper manners in front of a general Blake just reached over and poked the heiress’s own gut, her finger sinking deeply into the soft and squishy surface.

  “Don’t you daaarrrrrrrruuuuuurrrp!” Weiss burped loudly as the poke disturbed her own stomach contents.

  “Oh please you’re both weaksauce.” Yang proclaimed and thumped her massive chest with a fist, causing her whole body to shake and rumble. A loud churning noise could be heard as she momentarily puffed up like a balloon before releasing a thunderous belch that Ironwood could swear he felt waft through the room.

  “BWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP!”

  Yang ended her roaring burp with a proud smack of her lips. Ruby and Weiss immediately began apologizing for Yang’s behavior while also yelling at her. At this point the general just decided to finish analyzing Miss Belladonna before a burping contest erupted in his own office.

  Below the waist Blake must have worn a belt at one point but only the loops for it remained. The rest of the belt was likley nothing but torn leather left on the ground for nothing could have hoped to span her circumference for long. What was even more impressive was that Blake’s mighty thighs outsized even Weiss’s own column-like legs. The cat suit once again had oddly placed zippers here, though they had been forced completely open so that a large gap of soft, squishy fat was on display from Blake’s knees all the way up to were her slightly drooping belly hid the upper reaches of her thighs. The tantalizing display of large and doughy legs seemed scandalous to the general. When the Faunus girl shifted her weight more fat would ooze out of the gap on one side and then recede as the other thigh pushed outward. The thunder thighs didn’t even separate from each other until her knees which could only be identified thanks to the kneepads on her suit. Otherwise it was obvious that the joints were likely lost in the insulating bubber that coated the girl’s entire lower half. One could only imagine how much her thighs and legs would rub against each other as she walked. Even now, small squeaks came from her legs when she moved them only an inch or two.

  Having seen far more of the girls than he had ever expected, General Ironwood was now in quite the pickle. He needed Qrow’s help that was for sure and despite being over four times the size of a regular person these girls were well aware of what was going on. For now though he decided it would be just enough to get this team of titanic ladies out of sight and out of mind. They could barrack in the academy and hopefully Qrow didn't expect him to provide the food bill!

  Coughing politely, and when that didn’t work he slammed his desk with a fist. Ironwood finally caught the girls’ attention. Their bickering ended with only a small hiccup from Weiss as she tried to stifle another belch.

  “Well, I can see that you all certainly don’t lack energy. I for one am glad to have you all here and will see about finding you all rolls to fill.”

  “Heh we’ve got plenty of rolls already.”

  “Miss Xiao Long you know what I meant. Anyhow you may bunk in the academy for now and I’ll contact you all once Qrow and I have discussed some more and decided upon a course of action. Good day.”

  With that Ironwood reached for the closes stack of papers and began rapidly stamping and signing them even though he had already done so early in the day. The creak of floor boards, slight tearing of clothes, and heavy footfalls was enough to signal RWBY leaving his presence. Though a large shadow blocked his light and we was forced to look up into the sheepish and squishy looking face of Blake.

  “So yeah…some of the chairs in your waiting room were poorly constructed. Sorry.”

  With that the fat cat turned about and waddled after her teammates. A piece of plastic the same color as the chairs outside of the general’s office wedged in the space between her boulder-like butt cheeks.

  With a sigh the General did his best to ignore the four huge girls trying to get through the narrow doorway at the same time. It would appear that his problems were just going to keep growing after all…..

End