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Pyrrha never expected a small act of kindness to change her life in such a big way, but after weighing things up, she was more than happy with how things went.
It was the inter semester break, and Jaune was back with his family for a few weeks. Pyrrha decided to take the opportunity to do him a favour and wash his bedding for him while he was away. As she removed all of the sheets, including the fitted sheet, she noticed something under his mattress. For a moment, she could’ve sworn she saw a picture of a face, but it was far too brief to know for sure, let alone know any more details about it. As much as Pyrrha wanted to respect Jaune’s privacy, her time at Beacon Academy taught her about certain things she would never have learned on her own, and that included the practice of hiding lewd reading material for secret consumption. The massive crush Pyrrha had on Jaune had her wanting to just take a small peek, just to see what kind of person Jaune was attracted to. When she lifted the mattress and took that peek, she saw much, much more than she anticipated.
What caught Pyrrha’s eye first wasn’t the magazine’s title, ‘Maximum’, nor the handful of text content in the bottom-left corner. No, Pyrrha’s eyes were locked onto the obese bikini model that filled the cover. The model looked at least a size too big for the multicoloured striped bikini as her breasts almost spilled out of the top, the stringy straps of the top and bottoms dug into her soft dark skin, and her big, rounded belly spilled ever so slightly out of the bottoms that the rest of her belly had been tucked into. That face, with its slight double chin, pudgy cheeks, and full lips, looked down at the camera with a cool, confident look through her large, clear-framed glasses, as her skin seemed to glow thanks to the setting sun.
When Pyrrha finally tore her eyes away from that full-figured model, she noticed what the text in the corner said. ‘Beach Goddess’, that’s what the magazine labelled her, and was what Pyrrha imagined Jaune thinking of her as, a goddess. This was the kind of woman Jaune worshipped, Pyrrha realised, massive women like this model. Bracing herself, she lifted the mattress further, only to find more and more ‘Maximum’ magazines, all with fat women on the front. Even the smallest had to at least be called ‘stocky’, and that was ignoring the shining spherical belly that the magazine was likely referring to with its text, ‘Maxed Out’. In all, Pyrrha found at least a dozen of these magazines, and suspected there could be more elsewhere, maybe with Jaune at home. Maybe he was reading a copy right now, admiring the figure of a woman that outweighed Pyrrha by a vast margin. That was the kind of woman Jaune liked, whom he was so devoted to that he even paid for magazines about them. That was the kind of woman that Pyrrha wasn’t. At least, not right now.
Pyrrha carried on with her day as if she hadn’t been given a bombshell of information about who Jaune considered a bombshell of a woman. However, that evening, much to the surprise of those she dined with, she matched Nora’s massive portions for dinner. It was a struggle, and she was clearly forcing the last few bites down into her bloated, overstuffed belly, but she managed to clear her plate and keep it all down. Then, she did it again and again, meal after meal, day after day, for the next six weeks. She even supplemented all that food with two big mass gainer milkshakes every day, with the expected results.
As much as Jaune enjoyed being with his family, he was still as dead-set on being a Huntsman as he was when he first arrived. It made him glad to be back at Beacon, but he couldn’t help but feel like something was off. He hadn’t seen Pyrrha at all since he got back to Beacon. Only Ren and Nora greeted him at the bullhead station as he stepped off the airship, and that seemed to be in part due to them planning to catch the next bullhead down to the city of Vale. When he questioned them, Ren was as quiet as usual while Nora simply said that Pyrrha had plans today. He also didn’t see Pyrrha on the way to the dorm, nor once he arrived inside. Not long after he arrived and set his bags down, he heard the bathroom door open. Expecting it to be Pyrrha, Jaune turned to say hi, but was struck mute by the sight that met him.
The woman leaning on the doorframe was indeed Pyrrha, but not as Jaune knew her. She looked at Jaune with heavy-lidded eyes and a heavier figure crammed into nothing but her Beacon uniform blazer and a pair of red panties as her wavy red hair flowed down her back. The stretched-out panties dug into her widened hips as her slight belly pushed over it, and her thick, smooth thighs bloomed out past the hems. Only one button on the blazer was done up, as her belly was too large for the others to be done up over. The blazer’s sleeves clung to her arms and shoulders while the front of it framed her tight navel and full cleavage as her breasts threatened to spill out of it. Jaune spluttered and stammered, trying to get his mouth to say something as Pyrrha stood there, eyeing him up. Eventually, she spoke up in a lusty, husky voice.
“See something you like, Jaune?” Pyrrha purred as she sashayed towards Jaune.
“Y-y-you’re…”
“Fat?” Pyrrha playfully suggested. “Nowhere near as big as the women in your magazines, but I could be convinced to get there,” she added as she ran her hands up and down the curve of her belly. “After all, this is what you like, isn’t it?”
“But I… y-you don’t…”
“If it’s what makes you worship me like your ‘Beach Goddess’, I’ll gladly do it,” Pyrrha firmly insisted. Jaune’s eyes went wide, and his jaw dropped.
“I… I’m dreaming, aren’t I? I’ll wake up at home, and you’ll be skinny again, and it’ll all just be some weird dream, right?” Jaune asked. Pyrrha answered by undoing her blazer, freeing and fully exposing her belly, before jiggling it in her hands, for what little jiggle it had, with how firm her belly was.
“Why don’t you feel my body and… buuuurp…” Pyrrha blew chocolate-scented gas, right in Jaune’s face. Her cheeks immediately went red, and the sultry tone in her voice disappeared. “I’m sorry, I’m still very full from breakfast.” Even with her apology, his cheeks went bright red, and he immediately pitched a tent in his jeans. That was when Pyrrha knew she had reeled Jaune in. Of course, she wasn’t going to stop there, not when those women from Jaune’s magazines were still so much larger than her.
Even as someone who had been a fully qualified Huntsman for several years now, Pyrrha was still capable of feeling fear. Right now, that fear was of the creaking wooden floor giving out under her. It wasn’t the most reasonable fear, she knew that. After all, what good would a dock be if it couldn’t handle some weight? Then again, as of late, Pyrrha had been yo-yoing back and forth around the quarter-ton mark, so it was more than just ‘some weight’. Her hips were so wide she almost got stuck on her way into this small town’s mayor’s office, her belly and breasts stuck out so far that she hadn’t seen her feet without the aid of a mirror in at least a year, if not longer, and Jaune’s aura had taken a battering from this morning’s 2 hours of sex that would have broken the aura and body of a weaker person. Normally, her weight wouldn’t be a cause for concern. Her and Jaune’s home had been built to accommodate Pyrrha no matter how fat she got, and Pyrrha had been more than happy to put it to the test, much to Jaune’s excitement, and most of their hunts were on solid ground, not these old, flimsy-seeming planks. Fortunately, this was just a debriefing after some security work, so hopefully, they could be back on solid ground soon.
“... an’ I have t’ say, we’ve ‘ad our biggest ‘aul ever thanks t’ ye,” the sea-salt-crusted old mayor rambled on with his rough voice. “I don’t know ‘ow ye kept those Grimm at bay, but we didn’t see a single one. We’ll be sure to call upon ye durin’ our next big fishin’ season.”
“Oh, uh, thanks!” Jaune replied. He may have been a few years older and with a fair bit more muscle than he had when he and Pyrrha first started dating, but he still had his old nervous tendencies. Pyrrha had the feeling that he could hear the creaking under her greaves, and that was what was making him nervous. However, once the two men were done talking, her stomach rumbled like thunder, drawing all of the attention her way.
“Ah, sorry,” Pyrrha said calmly as she patted her belly through her armoured corset. Back at Beacon, something like that would have her blushing as she squeaked out an apology, but nowadays she was taking it in her stride.
“Argh, that reminds me,” the mayor responded as his one good eye flicked over to his desk for a moment while his glass eye stayed pointed at Pyrrha, “yer payment’s already been sent to yer accounts, but I wanted to offer ye this.” He handed a small slip of paper to Pyrrha, clearly having torn it from a larger piece at some point in the past.
The note read ‘The mayor’s paying for the meal of whoever holds this note’ in fairly tidy writing, followed by the most incomprehensible signature Pyrrha had ever seen.
“Are you sure you want to hand that to a woman my size?” Pyrrha joked as she patted the side of her belly, which only jiggled slightly as it was packed into the tight corset.
“Argh, thank to the two of ye, we caught double last year’s catch. Unless yer secretly feedin’ the whales, I think we can afford t’ feed the two of ye,” the mayor dismissed as he waved off Pyrrha’s light-hearted concerns.
“Well, I’ll certainly have a whale of a time with this,” Pyrrha said slowly, just to make sure her nautical humour was as obvious as a battleship in a paddling pool. The mayor burst into hearty laughter while Jaune let out a half-chuckling, half-groaning sound, telling Pyrrha that her joke was exactly as corny as she hoped.
With a friendly wave and farewell from the mayor, the pair retreated to a motel room to change into something more casual than their battle gear. For Jaune, that was as easy as removing the armour plating to reveal the jeans and Pumpkin Pete sweater, though this wasn’t the same one as he had when he arrived at Beacon. That old hoodie wasn’t big enough to accommodate the extra 50ish pounds of muscle he’d built since the formerly scrawny young man made his first step towards becoming a huntsman, but his appreciation for Pumpkin Pete hadn’t lessened any over the years.
Pyrrha, meanwhile, needed a lot more effort to get out of her combat gear, including a good amount of help from Jaune. Once she was out of that, however, getting into her casual wear was a piece of cake. If anything, resisting the urge to tackle Jaune onto the bed for a few pre-dinner rounds of pleasure was more difficult. The black t-shirt, maroon leather jacket, and snug and stretchy blue jeans all slid on perfectly, all thanks to their friend Coco’s expert measurements and her wise decision to add a few inches when she made Pyrrha’s customised clothes. The only thing Pyrrha needed help to put on was her brown leather heeled boots, and Jaune certainly didn’t mind helping with that.
Once that was done, the couple were out of the motel and Pyrrha was leading the two towards the coast.
“Oh, Pyrrha, did you find out about a nice place?” Jaune asked as Pyrrha led him along.
“Perhaps,” Pyrrha playfully offered. That was enough for Jaune to figure out that Pyrrha had something planned. Their years together had taught him to just let it happen, as he knew it would end up going somewhere fun afterwards.
Before long, the couple were at a seafood gastropub. Pyrrha had a quick word with the woman at the counter before that woman led the two to a table for them that was definitely too big for just the two of them by the window facing out towards the ocean.
“Well, good thing we didn’t get delayed, eh?” Jaune commented as he sat down at the table.
“It seems that our... ‘Grimm Repellent’ is as effective as we thought. I’m sure Ren will be interested to hear about it,” Pyrrha stated, sounding as calm and collected as anyone could be as she sat herself down on a pair of chairs that her massive ass still spilled out of.
“Can... uh... can you tell him? I know it’s important for his Grimm research, but, like, you’re way more comfortable talking about… it,” Jaune asked nervously, clearly not nervous about Pyrrha’s response but nervous about the whole idea of it.
“Of course, dear. I’ll spare him the details. All he needs to know is that our “positive emotions” scared off the Grimm.” Jaune let out a sigh of relief before perking up and sniffing the air. Before he could comment on it, a young waitress arrived with a large platter with all kinds of seafood on it, all either battered, fried, or prepared in some other way that made it easy to eat. The waitress had a confused look on her face as she set it down.
“Here’s the platter you pre-ordered. Um... is anyone else joining you two? This is supposed to be for 6 to 8 people...” the waitress commented.
“No, no, this should be perfect for me,” Pyrrha responded nonchalantly. “Oh, actually, a nice big cola would be nice too. Jaune, what would you like?” Once Jaune picked his jaw up off the floor, he made his comparatively modest order, and the waitress left.
“Hey, Pyrrha, this is really hot and all, but are you sure this is a good idea?” Jaune questioned in a small, quiet voice, not the kind of voice a strapping young man like him would be expected to have, but one that Pyrrha knew was very much Jaune’s.
“Why don’t you ask me again after I clear my platter… if you can even think of anything other than wanting to ravish me,” Pyrrha purred before picking up one of the small fish tacos and seductively sliding the whole thing into her mouth at once. Jaune blushed and turned his head down and away, but he couldn’t stop himself from flicking his eyes up to his supersized lover as she continued to eat, especially when she started making barely audible sounds of gastronomic pleasure.
Not long later, the waitress returned with a tray with four drinks.
“Here’s your cola, your orange juice, and one of our patrons bought you two a pint each, if you’d like it,” the waitress offered.
“Oh, uh, thanks, but…” Jaune began to respond before Pyrrha interrupted.
“Would you mind thanking them on our behalf? We wouldn’t want to interrupt them.”
“Of course, enjoy!” the waitress chirped as she left. The moment the waitress turned her back, Pyrrha grabbed Jaune’s pint of beer and chugged the whole thing in just a few seconds, with only a small sigh being the extent of her reaction to it.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of any alcohol sent your way. Someone as fat as me, and eating as much as me, should be able to drink for the two of us,” Pyrrha assured as she patted Jaune on the hand.
“Thanks, just don’t push yourself too hard,” Jaune cautioned.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine. Besides, do you know how many calories are in a pint of beer? Because I do, and it’s quite a bit,” Pyrrha added, leaning in and whispering the last part, half conspiratorially and half flirtatiously. She giggled as she leaned back and Jaune’s cheeks went red, before going back to devouring her seafood platter.
Garlic prawn after deep-fried fish piece, and mussel after battered calamari ring, it was as if Pyrrha was swallowing a whole ocean ecosystem, before adding the starchy carbs of her fries and grilled garlic bread, before washing it all down with her beer and cola.. Of course, that was only the case in Pyrrha’s lust-addled mind, but with any luck on her part, it was getting Jaune just as excited.
Jaune’s fishburger and fries arrived after a short wait, along with another pair of beers from a different generous patron. Pyrrha took a brief break from hoovering up her platter to down Jaune’s beer effortlessly.
“Ah, I’m getting nice and full,” Pyrrha breathed out as she rubbed her swollen belly. “But I need to push my limits if I want to become ‘Maximum Pyrrha’,” she then purred, leaning in as close to Jaune as her bulky body and the table would allow. “You have a long night ahead of you, so make sure you have enough to eat.” Pyrrha then undid her chunky belt and her dangerously tight jeans, letting her belly pour onto her lap, before she continued eating. Wide-eyed, he began eating his own meal, unable to tear his eyes away from his supersized lover as she eagerly gorged herself, just the way she wanted him to be. She loved how much attention he gave her, and how barely hidden his lust for her was. It was incredible encouragement to keep eating and drinking.
By the time she had finished eating enough for 8, along with downing the 4 pints of beer and her cola, Jaune still needed a moment to finish his meal. That gave Pyrrha time to bask in her pleasant fullness, as she leaned back in her two chairs, enough that her t-shirt rode up enough to reveal her deep, cavernous navel. Immediately after that, Jaune finished the rest of his meal as quickly as he could. Pyrrha smirked, having lured Jaune so expertly into her trap.
“As tempted as I am to finish there, I’m in the mood for dessert. What about you, Jaune?” Pyrrha asked, feigning innocence.
“I-I’ll just have a chocolate milkshake,” Jaune replied. Pyrrha had the sneaking suspicion that he was onto her plan, but she still very much wanted to put it into action, just to see his reaction.
Before long, the waitress was back to offer dessert to the couple.
“We’ll have two chocolate milkshakes, I’ll have the deep-fried apple pie, and he’ll have the chocolate brownie,” Pyrrha requested, her practiced voice sounding calm as can be. The waitress left none the wiser, but Jaune immediately flushed red. That didn’t mean Pyrrha couldn’t turn up the heat, she figured. “Maybe we should invite Ren and Nora next time, then I can pretend to order for them too,” she said. She was a little it proud of herself to talk about such gluttony with a straight face, and proud of how flustered it got Jaune. While waiting for the desserts to arrive, Pyrrha kept idly rubbing her belly as she made casual chatter with Jaune, though she quickly realised that he wasn’t really capable of casual chatter. For his sake, she decided to pick up the speed when the waitress returned with their desserts, milkshakes, and another two pints from yet another patron.
As soon as the waitress left, a determined look took to Pyrrha’s face, as if she were facing a dangerous Grimm, before she attacked her meal. Each pint of beer went down in ten seconds, with only a few dribbles missing her mouth. The brownie and its accompanying hot fudge sauce and vanilla ice cream were gone in a minute, followed shortly after by the deep-fried apple pie and its accompanying vanilla ice cream, dried raspberries, and custard. The minute she needed to finish her nice, cool milkshake was enough for Jaune to finally finish his, and he’d been steadily drinking since the moment he got it. Pyrrha leaned back in her chairs with a sigh of relief as her head rolled back and she rubbed her overstuffed belly. Jaune took the opportunity to step away and hand off the mayor’s “voucher” to the waitress, as he hoped that the mayor didn’t mind such a weighty bill. By the time he was back, Pyrrha looked like she was preparing to attempt to stand.
“Don’t worry, I gotcha,” Jaune said as he rushed to Pyrrha’s broad side, putting her flabby arm over his broad shoulders as he reached around her rolling back and held her up. All of his considerable strength was being put to good use as he helped his portly beloved waddle out of the gastropub and back towards the motel. “So, how’re you feeling?” Jaune asked, partly wanting to break the awkward silence, but mostly out of concern that Pyrrha had overdone it this time.
“I feel… so… soooo horny,” she whispered in his ear, her voice dripping with lust.
“R-right, gotcha,” Jaune responded as he did his best to focus on just getting her back to the motel. Anything beyond that could wait.
“Mmm, don’t I look like those big… beautiful women on the cover of those sexy magazines?” Pyrrha quietly teased. That thought Pyrrha put in Jaune’s mind quickly connected some very, very lewd dots. It reminded Jaune of a personal favourite edition of Maximum. The title, ‘Gluttony Unbound’, seemed very fitting right now. Jaune couldn’t help but remember the woman on the cover, her food-stained light brown skin, her enormous orb of a belly, and the pink sporty underwear that she was practically exploding out of, and he couldn’t help but imagine Pyrrha in his place. Jaune could feel the cannon between his legs straining his underwear and jeans as it grew harder than his shield.
“U-um, do you think you can move a little faster for me?” Jaune said quietly, not wanting his voice to betray him and embarrass himself.
“Huff… only… huff… if you promise… to go aaallll night long. After… huff… after all, I told you that you have a long night ahead of you,” Pyrrha purred. It was moments like this that made Jaune think that maybe, just maybe she was into this even more than he was. He just hoped he could keep up with her.