[Contains stuffing, weight gain, height growth and sexual content]
Elm was proud of the body she had built for herself. She was a lean, mean, Grimm-killing machine, and a vital part of the Ace Operatives, even if she was stuck with crossing guard duty today. However, that pride was taking a hit today, as it was clear that not everyone appreciated her large, muscular appearance.
"Come on little ones, the cars are stopped and waiting for you," Elm cooed at the gaggle of children, who all seemed to try and hide behind each other, with none of them seeming to want to look Elm in the eyes. "Come on now, your parents should be just around the next corner, you just need to cross this street and we'll all be there shortly." That approach seemed to work, perhaps too well, as all of the kids began to run as fast as their little legs could carry them across the road. "Whoa, careful with the running, you might fall and…"
Right as Elm was saying that, a young boy proved her right, as he tripped over his own feet and fell face first onto the street. Immediately springing into action, Elm dropped her little stop sign and rushed over to the boy, who was beginning to cry.
"Oh dear, oh no, let's get you out of the road," Elm said, hesitating slightly. Going for the gentlest approach, she scooped the boy up and carried him over to the footpath, where she found the other children, as well as a middle-aged woman. The woman approached her as Elm noticed that both the woman and the boy she was carrying had matching dirty blond hair. "Oh, I'm sorry, your little one tripped and hurt himself. I can patch him up if you'd like," Elm offered as she handed the child off to his mother.
"Big scary lady," the boy quickly let out, before burying his face in his mother's woollen jacket. The boy's words quickly knocked the cheery look off of Elm's face, as she was visibly hurt by the boy's words. It hadn't been all that harsh, but he was far from the first child to say such a thing about her.
"It's okay," the woman said softly to her child, before looking up at Elm. "I'm sure you did your best, but I'll take care of him from here," she added, sounding much less gentle with Elm than with the little boy as she turned and left, the other kids following behind her.
"Oh, uh, okay. I'll, uh, see you next time!" Elm called out, trying to put up a cheery facade, one that almost immediately fell apart as she heard her stop sign get run over, as if the traffic was handing her the notice of her complete defeat.
Much later, a mopey and morose Elm made her way back to Atlas Academy. If nothing else, then hearing from the newest of Altas' huntsmen could perhaps cheer her up. However, things immediately did not go to plan, as Jaune and Nora returned, with Nora holding a casserole above her head, seemingly triumphantly.
"Oh man, wait 'til the others hear about the best crossing guard in Mantle. Everyone loves you, and you're getting free food, you're totally nailing this!" Nora cheered as she hopped in front of Jaune, who was beginning to blush.
"Hey, c'mon, I'm nothing special…"
"Nuh uh, 'nothing special' doesn't get people making casseroles for 'em. Take some pride in your work, ya big dummy," Nora pushed back. Eventually, Jaune regained his composure and agreed with her.
"Alright, alright, I guess I'm doing good. Now, let's go and drop that off at the dorm room. And no wolfing it down before Oscar gets some, okay?" Nora nodded in response and the pair started making their way over to their dormitory.
Having overheard that conversation, an easy task with Nora's less-than-consistent indoor voice, Elm had an idea. Since she was having so much trouble with the whole crossing guard thing, she figured that asking Jaune about it was a good idea. At the very least, hopefully she wouldn't do as badly next time and make the Ace Ops look bad. Figuring it was worth a shot, she made her way over to the pair.
"Jaune, hello! I was hoping to speak with you about your crossing guard work today, if you have a moment," Elm asked, trying her best to sound casual.
"Aww, you're picking Jaune as your new best friend over me?" Nora interrupted, putting on sad puppy dog eyes and even making her lower lip quiver a little bit. Then, in the blink of an eye, she was back to her normal self. "Nah, I was just teasin' ya. Catch ya later Jaune!" Nora said as she took off with the casserole.
"So, uh, Elm… wait, can I call you Elm, or is it Specialist Ederne?" Jaune cautiously queried.
"Just Elm is fine," Elm answered before very quickly changing the subject. "Jaune, I need your help with something."
"Huh? I mean, sure, but…"
"How do you do it?" Elm questioned, stunning Jaune slightly with her interruption.
"D-do what?" Jaune asked for clarification. Elm put her hands heavily on his shoulders.
"How do you do the thing? The… the crossing guard thing? How are you so good at it? What am I doing wrong? Am I not holding back my strength enough?" As Elm barraged poor Jaune with questions, she began to shake him slightly. Jaune's answer, however, got her to stop immediately.
"Uh, I know this is kinda rude, but I think it might be your appearance." Elm immediately froze as she processed Jaune's response. Then, slowly, she lifted her arms off of Jaune's shoulders and folded them across her chest.
"You're right, that is rude. Still, explain, please," Elm ordered, her voice losing most of its natural energy.
"Okay, I'm really sorry, but it's just… you can be kinda intimidating, with being so tall and strong and all of that, especially around little kids. I mean, look at me," Jaune explained, putting his arms out wide to draw more attention to himself, "I look like you could pour soup on me and I'd apologise to you… mainly 'cause I probably would unless I knew you were doing it to be a jerk." Elm was visibly taken aback by that answer. Not the bit about Jaune, Jaune really did have that aura about him, but she never realised how others, particularly those outside of Atlas' military, might see her. This conversation with Jaune was a real eye opener. Knowing all of this, there was an obvious follow-up question.
"Jaune, how can I look less intimidating? How can I soften my image?" Elm asked, her voice small and quiet, very quiet compared to her usual volume. Jaune thought for a moment, before coming up with an idea.
"Okay, this might sound crazy, but trust me. Maybe you could, y'know, put on a little weight. Hide those muscles under a little bit of chub. That could work," Jaune offered, although it was clear that he wasn't going to push Elm too hard on this. That was probably for the best, as Elm had a conflicted look on her face.
"Hmm, I don't know. My body is an important part of my work. I have to stay in good shape if I want to be an effective Specialist," Elm thought out loud.
"Hey, don't worry, that's why I said it only has to be a little bit, if you even go for this at all. I mean, if you don't wanna do this, you definitely shouldn't. It's just an idea, y'know?" Jaune backpedalled.
"No, no, it's not a bad idea. I'll think about it. In the meantime, please, continue the hard work," Elm said, patting Jaune on the back maybe just a bit too hard for his liking.
"Eheh, uh, thanks," Jaune replied, groaning slightly as he caught his breath.
As the two went their separate ways, Elm began making her way back to her private quarters, her mind racing with ideas. At the very least, she'd do some research and sleep on the idea, using a surprising amount of caution and forethought compared to what she usually did.
The next day was Elm's day off, and, as such, it was a good day to put that plan into action. After all, if it didn't work out, she could just lose that weight.
An upside to living in the city of Atlas was the ubiquity of flying drones and, more specifically, flying delivery drones. That made her plan much, much easier to put into action as she ordered food from every Atlesian restaurant that would deliver to her window, and she didn't even have to get out of her pyjamas. It was much, much more than she would ever normally eat, and was likely more than she physically could eat, but that was where her research was going to come in very handy. She had found a health supplement company based in Atlas that had some sort of powdered drink that could allow her to eat and eat and eat without any risk of possibly hurting herself. When she contacted them and mentioned that she was a Specialist, they were more than happy to give her a very generous discount, on top of a bulk order discount, and a quick delivery. So quick, in fact, that it arrived via drone before any of her food got there. The drink was easy enough to prepare, just mix a spoonful of the powder into a glass of warm water and drink it. Elm had to admit at least some apprehension with regards to this whole thing, but with enough food for a few families on its way and a hefty box of supplements sitting on the floor of her room, it was a little bit late to back out now.
Things started off well, with the drink tasting like a nice, sweet orange juice. As she finished the drink, things started to go a little bit downhill, as her stomach felt like she hadn't eaten in a week, despite having had breakfast not too long ago. She was so hungry, her stomach ached desperately. Fortunately, the first order of food was just in time, a family meal from a cheap burger place. It was far from what Elm would normally eat, but right now she was starving. She grabbed her meal and cracked right into it. About a quarter of the way through her first load of food, another drone arrived, then another. The next five arrived one after the other, leaving her with her eight orders of food, and these weren't small orders, they were enough for a few people. That didn't matter to Elm, she was starving, or at least she felt like she was, so she went at it with no hesitation.
Elm still being in her sleepwear, which consisted of a tank top and boy shorts, really helped with this binge. As Elm's stomach grew larger and larger, rounder and rounder, her shorts sat low enough that they offered zero resistance to her expanding belly, and her tank top just rose up and out of the way of her belly, revealing it all as she kept stuffing more and more food into it. And so, it was just so easy for Elm to lay in bed, shovelling handfuls, forkfuls, or spoonfuls of food into her hungry mouth, as her belly rose higher and higher.
After a marathon stuffing session, eventually, finally, Elm felt sated. She lay on her bed, feeling oh so good as the food began to digest, even feeling a little bit full, as if she had only eaten a fraction of what she had actually eaten. That was when the second part of the supplement's effects began, an effect that Elm had skimmed over while researching. It started as a gentle warmth that she felt over her whole body that brought a gentle smile to Elm's lips. Then, that warmth began to focus in on a few separate places, specifically her breasts and her core. Elm let out a quiet gasp as her nipples hardened, the clearly visible nubs rubbing against the fabric of her tank top in such a pleasurable way that led to Elm putting a hand over her mouth to muffle a moan. Those moans only increased as her core heated up, practically screaming for her to do something about it. And so, she did do something about it. She slipped her hand down her body, under the waistband of her shorts, and then, without wanting to waste time with foreplay, sunk two fingers into her core. The sensation of pleasure was instant, and Elm wasted no time with building it up as she frantically fingered herself. She was so aroused at this point that she didn't even think of the other rooms nearby, as her other hand went from keeping her quiet to fondling and squeezing her sensitive breasts. All of this built up and up and up, with Elm feeling so, so good. Then, in a sudden instant, she came. She threw her head back, burying it in the pillow behind her as her back arched, her incredible core strength allowing her to lift her enormous, weighty gut. Pleasure raced up her spine like a lightning bolt, before spreading out to hit every last bit of her body as she kept fingering herself, drawing out the orgasm for as long as she could. After almost a minute of riding out such a powerful orgasm, her body finally relaxed, the waves of pleasure dying down. A thin sheen of sweat covered her skin as she slowly took deep breaths to relax and catch her breath, letting her heaving bosom and mammoth gut rise and fall like waves.
"That was incredible," she said breathlessly as she splayed out on her bed. "I won't need convincing to do that again." After all of that, she was exhausted. Thank goodness it was her day off, because she needed a nap after that.
With the diligent hard work Elm put towards her gains, as she did with everything else, Elm bulked up plenty in no time. It also helped that she loved, loved, loved to eat and loved the effects of her special supplement. Her weight skyrocketed, with her getting bigger so fast that there were times that she almost swore she could feel herself growing over the course of a day. Much to her surprise, she was not just growing outwards, but she was growing up as well. At first, she thought it was just her imagination, or just part of getting fatter, but eventually it was undeniable that she was getting taller. At her most recent check-up and uniform sizing, she had grown an eye-catching two whole feet taller since she started gaining weight. That same measuring session also had her weigh in at a jaw-dropping eight hundred pounds, meaning she was probably even heavier by now. Elm knew that such a weight would have looked very different on a much shorter frame, like her previous height. On occasion it surprised Elm that 6'5" could ever be considered 'short', but pretty much everything was short to a veritable giant like what Elm had become.
Of course, gaining weight was much, much more than just numbers going up. After all, it was more than just those numbers that were different about her now. She was massive all over, thanks to her massive bulking. The most prominent area where she gained was most likely her gut, going from the strong and firm core of abs to a massive, jiggly belly that was like a yoga ball in size and shape, while being much softer to the touch. She was wide enough that such a belly actually fit her decently well, only seeming to bulge out when Elm was deep in a stuffing and bulking session. Despite her overworked stretchy undershirt's best efforts, her belly did occasionally slip out and get some fresh air when she lifted her arms or when she had eaten an exceptional amount of food. Also helping to push her undershirt to its limits were her enormous breasts, each one being about halfway between a basketball and a beach ball in size, although being crammed into too-small bras meant that her boobs were being squished out of shape, spilling out where it could and creaking when she took too deep a breath. Even when Elm's belly wasn't escaping the confines of her tops, it still spilled over her sash all of the time, which was now two of her old sashes tied together in order to fit around her expansive body. It helped that her pants were generally loose around her hips, meaning that her pants weren't doing much to try and contain her belly.
Those pants were also being overworked thanks to Elm's gains, as even with several size-ups and now that she was getting into the realm of custom-made clothing, she was still almost constantly on the verge of outgrowing her pants. Her pants made this clear to her whenever she sat down or moved around in them, with how much creaking they were doing. Her enormous arse was the main culprit here, being so wide that it often risked getting her stuck in doorways and narrow spaces. Still, she couldn't complain too much, as her bouncy behind looked incredible in the mirror, especially when stuffed into something nice and snug that helped to make its unmatchable size and perfect shame even more noticeable. Helping her rear blow through pants constantly were Elm's legs. If big thighs were called thunder thighs, Elm reckoned that her thighs were the whole storm, they were so utterly massive. It wasn't just fat making them enormous, though, as there was plenty of muscle under there too, quite possibly more than she started with, as her legs got quite the workout from having to haul the rest of her oversized body around on a day-to-day basis. Every loud and powerful step warned everyone of her approach and had the earth shaking as she walked past. Being so incredibly fat, every step had her entire body wobbling and shaking too. Of course, that wasn't the only warning people got when she approached, as with her dramatically increased height she had to slowly duck under doorways in order to get inside, really slowing things down.
However, being taller than just about anyone else out there wasn't all bad. In addition to making her stick out like a beacon, Elm's mostly white uniform drew some extra attention that Elm had not been expecting. When she was back on crossing guard duty, she barely even needed her stop sign to get cars to stop when she was around. Sure, some of it was because of rubbernecking, with people stopping to gawk at her, even if it was responsible for the occasional traffic jam. In addition to this, Elm quickly found that her new appearance was more appreciated by kids and their parents.
"Look Mom, Miss Marshmallow got us back safe!" one of the little kids called out as he latched on to Elm's thick thigh, the little boy's arms sinking into the fat that made Elm's stark white pants skin tight yet pillowy soft.
"M-Miss Marshmallow?" Elm let out as the boy's mother came over to detach him, not that she ever saw the boy beneath her huge gut.
"Oh, don't mind him," said the mother, laughing politely. "Kids say the funniest things, don't they? Anyway, here, I got this for you, as a thanks from myself and the other mothers," she added, holding out a box of a dozen donuts out for Elm, holding it at about head height on the mother but only reaching Elm's belly. The gesture surprised Elm for a moment before a beaming smile came to her.
"Thank you very much. It'll go to a good cause," Elm said with a boisterous laugh as she took the box with one hand and patted her belly with the stop sign in her other hand. The mother laughed along as she and her boy toddled off.
With her mood raised, Elm was in the mood for something fun that evening, some fun that these donuts, along with a dozen or so orders of food en route to her quarters, were going to help with.
Once she was back in her quarters, she was just in time for a mountain of food to be delivered, drone by drone. Getting that all set out, Elm changed into something more comfortable and less confining. Her regular uniform maybe had a week left before Elm outgrew it, so the less time she spent overloading it, the better. Instead, she went with her sleepwear, her black tank top that only really covered her massive mammaries, letting her goliath of a gut be free, and a pair of boy shorts that were so small on such a large ass that they were looking more like panties now. She got her supplement drink ready, even if she hardly needed it anymore. Her stomach capacity had ballooned ever since she started seriously gaining, and she started to get at least a little bit horny whenever she ate anything, thanks to the supplement conditioning her to associate food with pleasure. Still, the supplement let Elm surpass anything she could do without it, so down the hatch it went, followed shortly by the food, likely enough to feed a platoon of soldiers. If she was big before her meal, her belly made her enormous afterwards. This belly on a shorter person would have likely made them more belly than person, but thanks to Elm's impressive height it was merely just an enormous belly. With her belly stuffed nice and full, she just had to hope her plans for tonight didn't fall through.
Fortunately, before the second effect of her supplement kicked in, there was a knock at her door.
"Be right there!" Elm called out as she heaved herself up and out of her creaking seat and waddled over to the door. She was lucky her mighty legs could carry her ludicrous weight with such ease. When she opened the door, there stood Jaune, whose eyes bugged wide open in surprise as he was greeted with a massive, scantily clad Elm.
"Uh, h-hi Elm," Jaune struggled to get out, the poor lad shaking in his boots.
"Jaune! Come in, come in!" Elm said, loud enough for the whole building to probably hear her as she hauled Jaune inside and shut the door with her booty.
"S-so, uh, what did you invite me here for?" Jaune asked cautiously.
"Isn't it obvious? I want to thank you," Elm stated, as if it really was as obvious to Jaune as it was to her. She took a step towards Jaune, who retreated, putting his back against the wall.
"Thank… me?" Elm moved even closer to Jaune, pressing up against him slightly and pinning up to the wall as she leant down, getting face to face with him. The supplement was kicking into its second effect, and Elm was starting to heat up. She needed him now.
"Correct, and I know just how to thank you," Elm purred. She reached down, and then, with one sudden move, grasped Jaune's crotch. She knew it, Jaune was rock hard, and possibly wanted this almost as much as Elm did. Jaune let out a surprised gasp, but he didn't move to stop her. "You want this, all of this, don't you?" Elm teased. Jaune nodded his head frantically. "Well then, how about some smothering and sex?" Elm offered.
"Yes," Jaune said breathlessly.
Before Jaune knew what was happening, Elm had tossed him onto the bed and was moving to straddle him.
"You better keep an eye on your aura, little man, because I won't hold back," Elm warned, a dangerous growl tinging her voice, warning Jaune of a certain type of hunger. Jaune gulped as Elm set her weight down on him, her belly ballooned out so far that it covered his face. If his aura did become an issue, Jaune hoped that he could warn Elm past all this blubber. Of course, that was if either of them even wanted to stop.
The two of them were just so horny that they got right into it, no foreplay, no warming up. Elm lifted up just enough to let Jaune slip his Jean's and underwear down enough and let out his cock. Elm, much less carefully, grabbed and tore her shorts off, tossing them aside, somewhere near the pile of discarded food cartons. She then eased herself down onto Jaune's erect cock. It might have just been her incredible arousal, but it hit every perfect spot in Elm's core. Elm couldn't help but let out a long, low moan of pleasure, and judging by the muffled noises coming from under her blubbery belly, Jaune felt much the same. Elm then began to ride up and down on Jaune's cock, moaning away as if no one could hear her. Her belly barely moved, being so big and heavy that it just sat there, smothering Jaune.
Despite her size, Elm could really move when she wanted to, and she really wanted to right now, as she rode Jaune harder and faster. She dropped down on Jaune hard enough for the blow to go through to the bed, creaking dangerously loudly as she hilted Jaune's cock in her needy core. She squeezed and grabbed at her achingly sensitive tits, bringing her pleasure to new wonderous heights. She kept at it for a few minutes, her moans getting louder and higher pitched, but she was far too horny to last too much longer, and judging by how Jaune's cock throbbed and twitched, Jaune wasn't going to last much longer either. Then, in one sudden crashing wave, Elm's body was flooded with pleasure as she came. Elm's overstimulated body shook as she practically screamed out her orgasm and kept riding Jaune. She could barely hear it through the muffling and over her own orgasm, but she made out Jaune's own orgasmic moans as his throbbing cock began to pump its cum into Elm's core. Elm's pulsing core and Jaune's pumping cock played off of each other, helping the pair come long and hard.
After a solid minute, at least, of coming together, the pair felt their orgasmic highs wearing off. After catching her breath, Elm didn't notice Jaune complaining, but she figured that she better check on him. Sure enough, Jaune was knackered. His aura was flickering, a sign that he likely would not have lasted much longer with Elm on top of him. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as he panted for air, his face flushed and his chest working for all the air it could manage.
"Uh oh, was that too much for you?" Elm asked, somewhat teasingly. All Jaune could do to respond was nod lazily, his eyes glazing over as he lay there, completely dazed. "Well then, you better work on your stamina and on strengthening your aura. I want to do this with you again, and again and again." Jaune nodded slowly. With that, Elm flopped down onto the bed next to Jaune, letting Jaune use her belly as a blanket. "For now, rest. We'll begin your training tomorrow," Elm added with a yawn, before she was out like a light, not long after Jaune fell asleep himself. As Elm slept, she knew that this was the best thing she had ever done to herself. She was proud of the new body she had built for herself. She was a big blubbery sex machine, and she loved every second of it.
[AN: This fic was written for MinotaurSlayer on DeviantArt. Not gonna lie, I've been looking forward to writing an Elm fic ever since she was introduced. What can I say? I like em big, and so does the bloke I wrote this for.
Speaking of which, I'm writing a few for this guy, but I'm alternating between one of theirs and one that's not theirs, just so I don't keep leaving people waiting for too long.]