CW: BE, GTS, FMG, m/f.
(read part 5)
"It's mine!"
"Let me just borrow it!"
"No, it's been in my family for years!"
"If I get bigger, I can crush 'em and we can get out of here!"
"Please don't, I can't lose it again!" Tifa had both of her powerful hands around the pink materia, arms raised over her head. Her immense, naked bosom swayed back and forth heavily, brushing against the soft sheets of the Don's bed--Tifa fought to ignore the silken stimulation of the fabric against her engorged nipples.
"Just a little bigger, that's all!" Aerith pulled back, yanking at the materia between her thumb and forefinger.
She was beginning to feel the smallness of the room around her. Their little tug of war had already thrown her off balance. Whereas Tifa could put her whole body into the fight for the materia--god, she's strong! Aerith thought--the giantess couldn't quite figure out her sense of leverage or equilibrium, not with having to pull upward against Tifa, not with the Don's water bed rolling in waves under her, not with her giant elbow bumping on the wall behind her.
Who knew that more than doubling one's height in one night could be so... inconvenient?
Of course, it dawned on both women, somewhere in the hazy centers of their strangely clouded, normally quite rational minds, that their aggressive behavior was uncalled for and unusual. They considered themselves good natured, kind, caring, and generous. Not brats fighting over a shiny toy. Whence came their outbursts, then?
The mere sight of the materia had set something off, triggered something, flipping a switch simultaneously inside each of them. It was as if they were suddenly fighting for their lives over the tiny magical bauble, and the fact that they knew what they were doing was wrong but couldn't stop was both strange and frightening. They both suspected the materia itself was to blame yet they couldn't hope to resist themselves. Those realizations merely fueled them to fight further. Someone had to surrender. Their bodies, not to mention the room, couldn't take much more.
"Give it!"
Deep in her mind, Bitch, bitch, bitch!
"Not gonna happen!"
At the back of her head, Slut, greedy slut!
"Ladies... please..." Corneo's slimy voice cut in, shaken out of his gyrating reveries by the sudden violence, "You don't need to fight over anything but me. I got the goods... voila! Heheh say hello to my little friend: El Libido Grande!" And the fat man whipped out from under his pillow an oversized purple and gold dildo that wobbled back and forth in the air when he flicked the battery-powered vibration on. The fake phallus, all two feet of it, undulating and flashing its strobe lights, appalled the women.
"Just shut up, pig!" both Tifa and Aerith turned and shouted into Corneo's face.
Now it was the Don's turn to lose his balance. As he tumbled backward onto his own overripe summer squash-like blob of a head, he fuddled with the oversized dildo and dropped it midair. It bounced once or twice on his fingers, still loudly vibrating, spun and somehow did a swan dive that landed it head first between Aerith's legs. The heat sinking missile disappeared beneath her.
Aerith's face went red.
"G-get it out! Ahhh! Stop!"
Panic filled her widening eyes. Her elbows banged against the walls. Her head cracked against the ceiling as she straightened herself to get up. She tried to spread out her legs but her ankle caught against the far wall and her knee got stuck above the doorway. Her tremendous ass pressed harder and harder against the water bed, threatening to rupture the mattress as it surged up on the opposite end, tilting the Don forward against her curvaceous calf.
That's when she noticed the pink materia was burning like an angry star between her fingers. Tifa noticed, too. But instead of panic, Tifa's eyes filled with horror. Aerith was growing. El Libido Grande was doing its job. A low, wet, hydraulic smacking noise could be heard from somewhere under the giantess where the dynamic dildo performed its solo rodeo.
"Let go of the materia!" Tifa shouted, "Aerith, let it go! You're being stimulated and you're growing! Can't you hear me?"
Aerith's eyes had fluttered closed. What had entered the room as a slender female body that measured about a dozen feet tall (give or take, but mostly give) was quickly pushing much more than that. She'd reach the twenty foot mark before they knew it. And apparently it felt amazing.
Eyes shut, Aerith's brow creased. Lips that looked like they could swallow a man's head parted and a sultry sigh eased off her tongue, a long wet tongue that licked the corner of her mouth. Her nostrils flared. Her chest heaved with each deep breath, the sound of her bellows-like lungs filling the bedchamber. Tifa could feel the heat radiating off of her extraordinary body.
Beneath them, the floorboards creaked. The waterbed split open, dumping its contents against Aerith's lower half like waves crashing against the shore, heightening the giantess's uncontrollable sense of arousal. Aerith was lost in labyrinthine sensations, thundaga surging through her nerve endings, in another world far from Tifa and her screaming.
"Stop! You'll bring the whole place down on top of us! Let GO!"
"Oooohhhhh..." Aerith slowly growled out a groan.
The bright red microbikini top that had tried its best to contain Aerith's bust simply couldn't keep up with all that growth any longer. A strap snapped off her left shoulder. The top slid sideways, its insignificant triangles of scarlet fabric completely helpless against the landslide of her breasts. True, they were still proportionately the same size compared to the rest of her, it's just that the rest of her was twenty feet tall.
More straps snapped. There went the remains of her top, fluttering uselessly down the length of her torso. Her hips made short work of her thong next.
The thought of her slipshod bikini popping off her own womanly curves seemed to send the giantess' sex drive into turbo mode. Aerith planted one hand against the ceiling, bracing herself, unfolding her legs and pressing her feet hard against the floor and the ruptured mattress, one of her feet pinning Don Corneo down. He didn't look to miffed about it. Then she began to hump the frenzied dildo wedged somewhere underneath her.
She had grown so big that she could close her fingers around the materia and Tifa's hands as well, and even lift the smaller girl off the ground. Tifa fought with all of her strength but soon found her feet dangling, hoisted into the air, her pendulum-like boobs swaying back and forth with her helpless movements.
She shrieked as Aerith's head broke through the ceiling. A cloud of dust and shattered plaster tumbled down. Still the giantess moaned, her voice louder and more powerful than ever.
That was when Cloud ran in.
Panting, he staggered through the door as if he had just been chased through it. His wide, mako-stained eyes struggled to take in the sight before him. So much naked skin... the immense jungle gym of legs and arms, the tree-like torso bent almost in half, the enormous, round, perky tits fighting for space, the rivers of braided hair twisting in brown ribbons down from the ceiling where through a gaping hole came the most ferociously sensual sounds of a female orgasm that had ever filled Corneo's chambers.
And then, amid the arc of a ginormous calf and a bent knee that almost touched the ceiling, there was Tifa.
Their eyes locked. The ex-SOLDIER and the girl-next-door. Neon green and icy blue met deep crimson. Tifa turned pale, tried to let go of the materia and drop down and cover herself with... anything... but Aerith had her and the magic sphere trapped in her grip. Her lithe body and pregnant gazongas dangled like bait on a hook, helpless and swollen beyond belief, a prize in a window to be gawked at.
Tifa's mind raced with a million excuses but none of them made it to her mouth. She could do nothing but watch Cloud watching her. See him gazing upon all her bare flesh, lusting over the impossible blimps hanging from her chest, obscuring her whip-tight body, watching what her cartoonish figure was doing to him. She could only guess at what must be going through his mind, at the questions and concerns and condemnations. She had no frame of reference--she had never been a man--had no inkling as to how her own body was deconstructing Cloud's brain like a rapidly devolving lump of gray matter racing backwards through eons from human to merely mammalian to lizard. Her proportions were ridiculous, physically surreal, incapable of being normally processed by any red-blooded male, pushing her into realms of the meta-human where animal terms like arousal and desire were obsolete and irrelevant. What she was doing to Cloud simply by hanging there had happened to no boob-man with a childhood crush either before or since.
If he thought this girl... this woman... had been beautiful before, well then "beautiful" itself was now a useless descriptor, too. Tifa had transformed from an irresistible, magnetic, charming, visually stunning, busty martial artist into a cataclysm of pure sexual assault upon his senses. Cloud's nerve endings registered only his hands, his dick, and his eyes, and that's it. It was like he had seen a woman for the first time. His palms sweat. His cock pushed so hard against his zipper that it hurt. His eyes could have been bleeding but he had no will to shut them. All his short term memory had been wiped clean at the sight of those two perfect, shimmering, sweaty fun-bags bloated till they were nearly bigger than he was. And all he could think about was decorating them with ribbons of his mako-infused spunk like diamonds on the diadem of a worthy goddess's head, a tribute to the sheer immaculate sexual perfection that emanated and permeated her body, from her skin to her skeleton.
His hands raised on their own, zombies fighting the last vestige of his gentlemanly aloofness. His fingers throbbed as if they were raging hard penises themselves. He knew in that instant what it was like to be the Don, to have his whole world consumed by the opposite sex, to think of nothing else but how to pleasure a female body in all the right ways, watching it writhe through indescribable sensations at his touch. He was coming apart. Deconstructing. For Cloud, he saw Tifa as only his wettest dreams might have dared to imagine her, not as a person, but as an object. A toy. A sexual appendage. Faceless. He had exactly zero capacity to understand her humiliation or discomfort.
Yet utterly humiliated she was. Her face boiled with the heat of her blush. Unable to stand the sight of her childhood friend reduced to a simple machine of fleshy pistons and hydraulics, she looked away.
That's when the materia triggered once more.
While its magic had been flowing into Aerith like water absorbed by a sponge, now its tides turned and Tifa could feel the energy coursing through her fingertips, down her arms, her shoulders, and straight into her chest. Warm. So warm. And full. Getting fuller. Skin stretching. Weight building. Heavier. Heavier. Water balloons filling up at a faucet someone threw on high and left running. Waterfalls pouring into her. She thought in unspoken terror that she could hear the sound of her flesh pulling tight over her inflating tits like latex stretching.
Tifa bit down hard on her lip, trying desperately to think of something else, anything else. She knew the horrible, inexorable, sexual power of her heirloom now but she hung naked and without defense before its unending drive. She knew its addictive properties could destroy her, mangle and mutilate her body into some mutated parody of the male sexual fantasy, the crescendo of an adolescent fetish brought to life. She knew the materia would not stop. That it couldn't stop. She thought of Aerith's immensity and knew that there were no limits. And she could not let go.
God, they felt like they could explode. Her breasts were fat zeppelins dragging her down, yet impossibly weightless for their size, gulping down the new surge of magic that poured into them. Greed. She could feel their greed. She could feel the lust of the materia for more. More. More. More. Cloud was watching. She crossed her legs, pressed her thighs together. Cloud saw. Always at the brink of bursting but always hungry for more. Never satisfied, ever thirsty, nearly self-destructive. Her feet dangled in the air. Her nipples brushed the floor. She tiddies were longer than she was tall. The thought sent her brain reeling. Her eyes rolled back. She felt her mind slipping. She couldn't imagine what it did to Cloud.
But then--
"What the @$&%?!" the Don's ugly voice cut through the misty ambrosia of youthful libido that filled the room.
Behind Cloud, another figure appeared. The face belonged to a young girl--just fine for Corneo's tastes--but from the neck down every scrap of clothing was an ill-fitting bit of shrink wrap stretched over a grossly muscular body that would put the buffest of the Don's bodyguards to shame. The Don recoiled at the sight, a wasteland of a female form. She was shredded into fatless fibers, tensed and ready to spring, a body of embossed steel under a pale layer of velvety soft skin.
The girl was barely Cloud's height, yet she seemed wider than he was. He looked like a waif in front of her. His eyes grew wide and his face pale at the sound of Corneo's voice. Corneo, too, looked on in disgust and not a little fear, having righted himself from under the tree trunk of Aerith's left leg.
"Who the hell are you supposed to be?" Corneo scolded.
"Me?" the girl beamed, "I'm the great ninja, Yuffie!"
In an instant, the professional she-thief took in the scene. Yuffie calculated the giantess growing through the ceiling, the red-faced crime lord nearly being sat on, the dangling darling with an overdose on bovine growth hormones. The bedroom was a bit too crowded for the three and it was liable to get worse if the ladies kept up their burgeoning expansions. Fortunately, Yuffie had thought of the best way to remedy the situation. Her materia was close.
Cloud took the pause to take action. He attempted to turn on his heel, remembering the teenage amazon that had pursued him up the stairs to the Don's chambers. She couldn't be allowed to absorb more of the materia's magic! It had already turned her into a musclebound beast... who knows what more it could give her.
But in mid-pivot, ducking, his fingers brushing against the handle of his sword, he soon found out that Yuffie was already faster than he was. She grabbed the side of his head, threw her shin against his leg and toppled him over backward and sideways. In the blink of an eye, he ended up face down, head smashed into the splintered floorboards under the cashmere carpet. Yuffie pressed her knee against the base of his skull and he went limp.
"Huh, that was easy..."
"Cloud!" Tifa screamed, kicking at the air.
Aerith continued her daydream of growth.
"Y-you masculine bitch! How dare you soil my pleasure palace! You can't just barge in here uninvited!" Corneo seethed, "Get out! Guards! Guards!!"
"They can't hear you, geezer," Yuffie stood up to her full height, the soft, neon lights catching on every jagged edge of her leg muscles, her abdominals, her bunching pecs. The light was returned by a shining glare of greed in the pinpoints of her eyes. She knew where the materia was hidden, how it powered both women at once.
With a push of her powerful legs, she lunged through the air and descended like a famished vulture upon the giantess's humungous fist. Tifa fought to free herself, knowing she was the only one capable of stopping the thief now. Yuffie dug her hands down between Aerith's fingers and pulled. She squatted. Her arms straightened and turned into veiny cables of raw strength. She threw her head back and loudly gritted her teeth, bending that large pinky finger back and back until...
"Ow!" said the booming voice through the ceiling. Aerith shook her hand and dropped the materia. But Tifa still had it! She fell with it and tried to press it to her bosom.
She gathered her wits about herself as she hit the floor, her breast flesh spilling out around her in bouncing waves like a turbulent ocean of milk. Tifa was ready for a fight. Years of training her impressive body into a finely tuned weapon paid off. Her prowess couldn't be entirely eradicated by her new assets. She alighted on the ground and immediately swiveled at the hip, twisting her shoulder, turning all the buoyant weight of her boobs into a battering ram.
She hit the intruder dead on. Yuffie had the wind knocked out of her. It felt like she had just been hit by an ogre's club. She crashed into the wall, breaking panes of glass, clay pottery, tarnished trophies, heaps of paraphernalia. But the ninja was also ready for a fight and unlike Tifa, her new physical changes accentuated her already well-oiled skills.
Pushing against the wall, she leaped over Tifa, throwing her hands out, grabbing the busty woman's head. Tifa lost her balance, her momentum continuing with the pendulum swing of her tits. She came crashing down to the floor, face buried in the colossal cavern of her own cleavage.
And that's when Yuffie's foot came down on her nipple. Grinning, the thief twisted her toes against the engorged teat, pressing her full weight against it.
It was Tifa's turn to squeal in pain and she dropped the materia.
"Thank you!" Yuffie puffed to catch her breath. She snatched the magic bauble up off the floor and then gave it a playful kiss. "Don't worry... it'll go to a good home. My home! Toodle-loo, toots!" And she winked at Tifa then did a backflip out the door and was gone, disappearing amongst the shadows of the night.
"Wha happen...?" Aerith mumbled, her speech slurred as if she was waking from slumber. She shifted her weight and the bed and the Don finally slipped under her. An ass cheek matching his prodigious girth pinned him against the floor--it hurt but he honestly could not have been happier even if it had killed him. Meanwhile, the giantess tried to tilt her head to get it back inside the room, breaking off bits of broken wood in the process.
It was only then that Tifa realized the unconscious Cloud was somewhere under the piles of her own bosom. It took the last of her strength, but she stood up to prevent him from suffocating. Thank heavens her insane bust lifted on its own with its magical quasi-weightlessness. Her twins wobbled in the air, set off by even the smallest shift in her weight.
But what now? The materia was gone. How could she help Cloud? What could she do about Aerith? How would they even get out of this room?
And worse... what would happen to the woman who had stole her family's materia?
The fluttering butterfly heart of a school girl sampling forbidden fruit beat within the chiseled breast of Yuffie Kisaragi. In the stillness, she could hear herself trembling, the sound of her bones rattling. She could just make out the faint image of her hands shaking in the darkness. She failed to slow down her heart. An adrenaline junkie. Just like her first time...
She had only been a little girl. Hungry. Too late in the evening to prepare more food. Too late to wake her elders. She stole across the moon-bathed paths, moving more silently than the leaves of the bamboo waving in the breeze. Mister Kanegawa's avocado tree was the talk of Wutai. They hung from laden branches, bigger and heavier than her tiny fists. She had to climb the wall to reach them. She scaled it with ease. She felt lighter than air even as her stomach groaned with what she thought must be starvation.
Yuffie never forgot how heavy, how real, the avocado she took from the tree felt in her hands. She slipped off the wall and found somewhere quiet, not to devour it, but to stare at it, to feel it, to know it with every ounce of her curiosity. It was hers and she didn't have to pay for it. A new lifestyle was born within her. A new destiny. Through a single act, she discovered herself.
And she became good at it. She trained with the masters. She learned ninjutsu. What they wouldn't teach, she sought out on her own. Hidden scrolls. Secret techniques. Whispered legends. Ancient treasures. She became like the wind. Faster than the falling rain. Softer than the wings of an owl on the night. As invisible as a ghost. She'd never be caught. She could take whatever she wanted. She would never go hungry again.
Now, years later, the avocado long gone, it was replaced by the dull ball of glass that she held in her hands and the dull ache of hunger in her stomach and her soul.
Materia theft had proven more electric than lifting riches from the wealthy or food from the fat. Materia somehow sated her deepest psychoses, her intrinsic need to have more. She'd spent her youth learning all the tricks of the trade to become great, a warrior of shadows, telling herself it was for the glory of her country. The lie tasted bittersweet. Her own glory drove her.
Yet it was never enough. The streets should resound with her name. The great ninja! The nation of Wutai should rise to meet her. Nothing should be outside of her grasp. She should have more.
But something was different about this materia... it fed her vanity everything it needed and then some.
Her breath had turned into shattered whispers, her heart beginning to race, causing her throat and lungs to throb and her shredded chest to quiver. Her chest.... Ha. Just this morning she'd thought of her meager bust as a fit for a princess. She had it all: youth, beauty, vigor, perkiness. And now? She unconsciously bounced her pectorals... god, it felt amazing... how could it be this amazing? Her perky teenage tiddies had been replaced by two solid sheets of muscle that were like cement to the touch under her thin layer of gentle, feminine skin. A man's chest.
The materia had realized in physical form what was inside her all along. She craved power. Now she had literal power, carved right out of the hot wet flesh she was made of. But the desire didn't go away. She'd realized long ago that nothing would make it go away. The hunger. She was always hungry. Like a wild animal. Her fangs craved meat. They knew nothing else.
She could steal a materia and still want another and another. But this materia... it still had more to give. Even as she stared into it, as if searching through a microcosm for the secrets of entire galaxies and nebulae and solar systems, the materia responded. She could almost hear it, like a soft husky voice lingering in her ears, reverberating off the mirrored walls in the darkness of her hideaway, the abandoned dojo, her psychomanteum. She felt like calling back to it, speaking to the unseen, ethereal messenger, and her heart replied though her lips did not.
Her heart, an abyss, a bottomless pit of need, poured out its lavish, eloquent, endless, wearied longing. In one burst of emotion that seemed to douse her in a splash of warmth, adrenaline and endorphins overflowing, her heart conveyed to the materia that she was a disgusting and selfish girl that would swallow the sun if only she could open her mouth wide enough. She wanted nothing short of everything. Whatever another possessed, she wished it for herself. She could command an army and desire more power. She could drink an ocean and never be satisfied. She wanted to taste the stars. She was jealous of the universe itself simply for being bigger than her.
And to the revolting arrogance and greedy blasphemies of her heart, the materia responded in an unspoken dialogue of magic.
Its faded crimson slowly blazed into a dazzling magenta. Yuffie's eyes grew wide, filled with the light of the materia's magic just as if she had called a genie out of its golden lamp. Never before had the young ninja met such a prize and never before had the materia met such avarice. Yuffie's endless imagination was suddenly caught and captivated, her gnawing need focused down to the point of a knife within the center of the orb she held in her grasp.
Hands still shaking, the shadows of her fingers growing dark around it, she clasped the spherical materia tighter. As if in response, the purplish reds turned to hotter pinks, neons, rays of pink, purple, and red light flashing and sparking. It was enough light to dimly fill the room. She could see herself in her new body sitting against the wall, her figure reflected in the mirrors adorning the dojo. She still couldn't believe what had happened to her physique... what could happen still.
There had to be more. Why would that spikey-haired SOLDIER want this one materia so badly if it wasn't important? But how to use it? How to wield it? How to get the most out of it so she could have all she wanted?
That's when she could feel more coming upon her. All the power she could ever want. All the oceans she could ever drink. The furnaces of the stars themselves. The thought alone drove her greed to the highest peak. She had become a single thought: MORE.
That desire, so close to the erotic, had no distinction within her. Yuffie felt the carnal arousal of power. As she thought of becoming stronger, her vagina began to tingle and moisten. As she thought of growing bigger, beads of sweat formed at her temples, the back of her neck, her ears, her lip. She shut her eyes and relished the feeling, the satisfaction of her addiction, clearer and more potent than ever before.
Her entire life had led up to this. She could be defined by a single possession. Stealing materia would never cut it again. Nothing she had ever stolen compared to this.
Without knowing was she was doing, thinking of nothing but the satisfaction of her cravings, she took one hand off the materia, slipped her fingers down the burgeoning rows of her abdominal muscles that grew more and more defined and pronounced at their careful, plodding, undeniable pace. Her hand lunged under the tight waistband of her shorts, splitting and separating the taxed zipper--her clothes couldn't hope to outlast all that she wanted for her new body.
When she touched her trembling lips slick with the juices of her arousal, her womanhood responded with a concert of sensations, startling her with a bouquet of pleasure... until a sound broke through her exorbitant banquet of lust. A sound...
A horse? A horse-drawn carriage. She could tell in a second that the wheels were not those belonging to a poor man. They were new, well-built, clattering against the rough stones and metal debris of the road at the base of the cliff below the dojo.
Like a snake striking, she leaped to her feet, so in-tune with her once petite body that even with all her newfound weight that she'd gained that night--not to mention in the past minute--she kept her balance. What was an extra 20 or 30 pounds of pure muscle for a career ninja, right? She instantly harnessed the seething power of her tightly corded thighs, despite the fact that they had become wide enough to begin splitting the legs of her pants, her muscular inner thighs rubbing against each other like granite against granite.
Exhilarating.
Staying out of the moonlight, she peered through the window and down into the valley. Her eyes glinted hungrily in the darkness. She caught herself licking her fangs. Below, the carriage wound its way along the littered road. It was headed for Wall Market. She raised an eyebrow, spotted the gaudy letters painted on the carriage alongside the official Shinra stamp of approval guaranteeing immunity.
She recognized the name. Her heart jumped and she with it. Without a sound, she was plummeting toward the path below, ready to have her questions answered.
"Whoa whoa..." the driver whispered to his chocobo. The carriage rolled to a stop. Then, turning his gaze back to the road ahead, he called out: "Who goes there?"
Out of the sickly yellow-green glow of the streetlights, a large, black figure stood in the path. Big enough to be a hitman, some kind of mercenary souped up on strength-enhancing magics or something. The driver sneered at the ugly bulging biceps, rounded shoulders, bull's neck, and v-shaped torso. He reached for his firearm, praying a bullet could stop that beast of a man, if it came to it.
"I said who are you?" he said, much more loudly.
"I know who you are... Doctor Stefan Luce Seolfor, world-traveling materia expert extraordinaire!"
The voice startled him. His hand froze over his weapon. The figure in the road might've been mistaken for a behemoth, not a tiny woman like the high-pitched, sing-songy, chirping tone suggested. Dr. Seolfor ran his fingers threw his slicked-back silver hair and straightened in his seat, adjusting his slender necktie.
"You know me, miss..." He narrowed his eyes, trying to get a sharper view of the mysterious girl. "Do I know you?"
"Not yet," the intimidating shadow drew closer, heavy footfalls against the soil, "but you will... My name is going to go down in history! They'll name countries after me!"
"...The study of materia has taught me many truths about the world. Arcanology. Numerology. Astrology. Theology. Anthropology. Psychiatry... And I must say, you sound positively manic, my dear--" then the doctor's smirk and voice suddenly evaporated.
The huge dark shape stepped into a streetlamp's glowing circle. A halo of light crowned the demon. A succubus. A seductress moving with tiger-like grace even through the heavy, layered plate armor shrouding her body. No. Not armor. Flesh. Meat. Muscle. Predatory hips swaying. Skin crawling with power just beneath it. A living weapon.
Dr. Seolfor swallowed hard, his brain a mess of mixed signals. His cocky bravado fell flat.
That chirpy voice again: "I'm the great ninja, Yuffie!"
The flickering streetlight caught on the garish curves of her corrugated deltoids, highlighting mountain ridges among the valleys that undulated and shifted as she stalked her way closer to her prey. Her chest rippled, two tectonic plates standing on end, slivers of her naked fatless flesh peeping through the torn remnants of her green top. Even at the distance, even in the dimness, root-like veins could be seen, popping under her smooth skin, blending in with the frayed threads of her ineffective clothing. With each step, her insane physique rippled with inner earthquakes, muscles flexing, shifting, pulling, restless.
Closer. Her bare thigh pierced from the shadow cast by her monumental upper body. Dr. Seolfor gasped as a thrill ran through him. Just the sight of all that densely packed power surrounding what should have been the slender, even scrawny leg of a teenage girl... he had seen many things in his research but nothing quite like this. Magic enhancement, indeed!
He ventured, "I warn you... I'm armed..."
She was close enough now that he could see her face: cute, innocent, harmless, vibrantly youthful but twisted into a sadistic self-satisfied mask. Its only display of emotion: satisfaction. Whatever raced through her mind, she was enjoying it. The ultimate power trip. It was dark but the rapacious greed was plain as day. She clearly enjoyed possessing a body built like an unstoppable military tank. Shinra's best and brightest couldn't design a war machine that could put her down.
"Armed? So am I!" she giggled, a hideously incongruous sound completely out of place with that pumped up body of hers.
Yuffie slowly raised her arms from where they hung at angles at her sides, lifted them and balled her fists, her lats flaring like the hood of a cobra above her impossibly slender waist. Her chest splayed. Her her shoulders bunched. Twin peaks, and they were peaks, not rounded but nearly pointed summits, tented the skin of her arms, biceps growing into swollen mounds of rock hard muscle in a flash. It was like watching sped up footage of melons ripening.
"See? These are lethal weapons..."
Still she approached the doctor. Where he sat at the front of his carriage, she could stand right beside him and practically look him in the eye. She could lean in and touch him. She could crush him with just one of her gargantuan arms. That popping bicep... Right under his chin. Under his chin! Soft skin but incredibly hard mass. God, she had her arm around his head, her hand in his hair, flexing. Flexing. Her bicep pushed against his jaw, gritted his teeth into place. A shot of pain made him realize his jaw might snap in two. He felt like an egg in a vice. He could feel his face turning red.
In a sweaty voice, he managed a murmur through clenched teeth, "W-what do you want?"
"Information, good doctor. Information." Yuffie grinned wider. "And that'll cost you nothing." A devilish glint in her eye betrayed how much she loved this. Maybe she really wanted to split his handsome head open with nothing but a flex of her bicep, just to see how big she could make it. The gray stubble on his chin and the silver flecks of his pointed sideburns sent gooseflesh tingling across the surface of her muscles. She sighed with delight. Her immovable arm was the hook and he was the worm dangling from it, and she looked like she could watch him squirm for hours.
"Release me," he begged, "Come inside. We'll talk."
She let him go. He caught his breath, stretching and adjusting the notably inferior muscles in his jaw. The color of his face went back to normal. Fiddling with his collar, he stepped down from his perch and nodded to her, then walked around the girlish giant--just as tall as he was or taller?--and threw open the door leading to the interior of his carriage. Rays of shimmering light burst forth from the doctor's study, his workshop.
"Come."
Yuffie followed him inside. The carriage tilted. The wood whined beneath her weight. Any other girl might've suffered a stroke of embarrassment but the weight just reminded her of her own irresistible mass. Not fat. Just muscle. Raw power. It made her feel like a queen.
The doctor fell upon a little stool by his desk, trying desperately not to turn and look up at the monster of a woman. With his back to her, he made a show of scrambling through his books and journals, turning them open and fiddling with the leaves. He could feel intense heat radiating off her half-naked body. She was like a furnace. Her body so close. The biologist in him choked at the thought of how much energy it would take to fuel such a physique...
"Now..." he cleared his throat, "what is it you want to know?"
"I want to show you something." Without being deeper or bassy, her voice was loud, shaking the small room without yelling.
Dr. Seolfor turned and looked up at her. Face to face with her bare midriff, a cross section of tiles and bricks that looked as if they were carved from alabaster stone. She looked down at him above a precipice of a chest. Rows of glittering materia along shelves on the walls cast colorful rainbows in dappled patches along her form. A demon outside the carriage, an archangel inside. Her whole body seemed to fill the cramped space, barely contained by her tattered green turtleneck and woefully stretched khaki shorts. Her heat. Her scent. Her voice. Her presence. Everywhere. She was overwhelming. Far too huge for that tiny room.
He reined in his brain, thoughts wheeling and wondering how such a tiny, feminine waist could support such a massive upper torso, like a sunflower stem holding up a bowling ball. He shook the thoughts out of his head.
"A materia... of some kind?" he began.
"Yes." And she held out one of her giant arms wreathed in its sheath of brawn. In her hand, which did not appear to belong to a monstrous bodybuilder but a dainty girl, she clasped an orb with a dim, hesitant, reddish glow. The light of it seemed to seep into her very flesh, carried along with her red hot blood through veins feeding her hungry musculature.
"Let me see..." he held out his hand, but she did not let go of the materia or offer it to him. "Ahem." He wiped his empty palm on his knee and failed his way through a smile that betrayed his mortal fear.
"Can you tell what kind of materia it is?" Both a question and a command.
Producing a twisted pair of spectacles from the pocket of his striped shirt and placing them on the ridge of his nose, he leaned his face toward the sphere, noting the lack of a reflection in its surface.
"Yes... and no."
"I didn't come here for riddles, doctor."
"Beg your pardon, Miss... ah, Yuffie. At first glance I thought it was what students of materialogy have dubbed independent materia, that which produces in the subject passive effects... such as enhanced agility, enhanced intelligence..." his helpless eyes ran up and down the length of her pumped up body, "...enhanced... ahem... strength." He tried to swallow his terror. He'd never encountered anyone so utterly transformed by a materia's magical modifications. His eyes glanced sheepishly at the way her skin was pulled taut over her every wicked bulge. Inhuman!
In the pause following his statement, the waistline on the girl's shorts shifted around her girth and the fabric whined against the slow onslaught of her 10-pack abs. The distinct sound of a stitch popping could be heard. It didn't appear to phase the musclebound ninja.
"But...?" Yuffie raised her eyebrows.
The doctor nodded. "But... I detect an intrinsic aura that isn't quite native to the independent materia's spectral meta-morphology. That is... this materia... your materia actually has two colors. They're very similar, if you haven't noticed. It's pink, that's the independent, and also red. A red chroma is the physical trademark of a summon materia, that is, a materia which forms a connection between the user and the spirit of--"
"I know what a summon materia is," she smiled at him. If the gesture was meant to instill in him a sense of reassurance and comfort, it had nearly the opposite effect. Her eyes remained vicious, stern, commanding, even if her lips parted to bear her fangs. "How can a materia be more than one type?"
"It's... not impossible. I haven't seen anything quite like it myself but there is a long history of oral tradition describing the so-called seven Lost Materia." He seemed to wait for her next question and when it didn't come, he retreated back into his nervousness, pivoted in his chair and ran his fingers through the open books on his tiny desk. "You see, the existence of overlapping chroma in a single materia may be rare, but there's no arcanological law prescribing that it cannot happen. I myself have theorized that this is what made the Lost Materia so noteworthy in the traditions, as well as forbidden..."
Yuffie retracted her arm holding her materia aloft, then folded her arms in front of her chest. She looked like a muscular genie called up from a gilded lamp. Her meaty forearms blocked her face from the doctor's sight.
"I've heard of the Lost Materia. I thought they were myths."
"Myth always contains a thread of truth..." Seolfor went on, "The Lost Materia were said to have been passed down into the hands of common lineages in ancient times, without informing the families what they were or how to use them. Except, they figured it out." He glanced over his shoulder at her while turning back to his desk. He shifted his research papers. "Ah. Here we are. The Great Impact of the Biozic age, the Fall of the Gilgameshians, the incredulous Battle of Big Brand, even the Magnetic Anomaly of Taiko two-thousand years ago... The planet is scarred by these events. Each of these cataclysmic and history-defining crises has been linked to the traditions, legends, and folklore that surround these materia... until they quite simply vanish from the timeline. The myths stop. The stories dry up. No more legends are told of them or the families that possessed them... and learned to wield them." And as if to himself, with a shiver, he whispered: "What did they do to those poor, unlearned farmers and fishermen. Could those peasants even comprehend the magnitude of the power entrusted to them?"
Yuffie let out a long, slow breath punctuated by the rhythmic beat of her rapid heartrate. She heard his whisper. Another stitch popped. Beads of sweat spotted her chest and lats. The carriage beneath them swayed under her weight. The heat of her body dialed up to sweltering. She burned hotter just standing there, arms folded, struggling to contain her obvious excitement at what she was hearing.
"I have a hundred thousand theories as to what the Lost Materia actually do. Er... did. One of them is that they were hybridized forms of crystalline magic, a fusion of function represented by a visual clash of spectral chroma. Gold and emerald. Infinite fortune and infinite health, for instance."
"...It's i-infinite?" The throbbing of her heart was audible now. A thumping, running, percussive beat that made the small room tremble. There was a sound of tearing fabric. A reddish pinkish glow began to overwhelm the space. She knew that it was happening again. The carriage lurched like a ship at sea beneath her. Could she stop it? Did she want to? The tingling wetness in her panties told her she couldn't stop.
The doctor kept talking, his back still to the blowing up amazon, "I can't say precisely if it is infinite, but aside from the legends of the elemental kaiju, the planetary Weapons... I can't say there's anything quite like the sense of inexhaustible force mentioned in the sagas of the Lost Materia. I've written it down myself and I still can't believe it... and now... yes, here... see? I've identified and categorized almost all of the seven. It's clear to me what caused the Great Impact or the Magnetic Anomaly... at least in theory, but..." his voice trailed off, "if you... if you have one of the Lost Materia in your possession... could it be?"
Yuffie gasped through ragged breaths laced with adrenaline and anticipation. The sensation of being filled up with even more power until she was ready to burst... it was difficult to bear.
"Could it be what?" she managed, then bit down on her lip to stifle a moan.
"Agkui... Lost Materia number six. A marriage not merely of magic with magic, but with personhood. Independent materia with summon materia. A dangerous admixture. It wants."
Yuffie's face was bathed with sweat, her dark locks of hair plastered to her furrowed brow. She could feel her heart in her throat. Looking down at herself, she saw only the boulders of her chest straining their way through her ruined sleeveless sweater, a congested highway of veins etched across them, feeding them, carrying the energies of her materia like coal being dumped into a roiling incinerator.
"No. That's not right." The doctor coughed into his fist, still unaware of the monster growing behind him. "Not it. She. She wants. That's why Agkui was sealed away. That's why she was cast out of the pantheon. That's why she became a byword, a curse. She can only want. She can only crave without satisfaction, no matter how many armies she devoured, no matter how much blood she drank, no matter how much wealth was heaped at her feet, no matter how many bodies lay in her wake..."
The doctor spoke more and more rapidly, his intellect setting the pieces in place: "If this is truly Agkui... Apathy and passion. Inactivity and activity. The passive but with purpose. Elements personified. But how? The independent automatically bestows its boons upon the subject without needing to be called forth, intensifying physical and/or mental prowess in innumerable ways... but wed to the summon spectrum? No need to call forth the magic within. No need to beckon the entity. Of course. Yes. Whilst summon materia typically results in hampered ability in a subject, a kind of weakening, here the independent materia side of it would cancel that out. No. Reverse it! And further! Its enhancements work passively, without need, without focus. They happen. The entity continuously empowers based on the subject's proximity... intensification without provocation, invitation without external stimuli..."
That was when he felt the warm touch of Yuffie's body against his back. A shiver ran down his spine. His rant ended, he held his breath, feeling utterly insignificant against the mountainside that was her body. She was a landslide. An avalanche. It felt like his back and head rested against solid rock, except he could feel the quick rise and fall of her heavy breathing, his own skin goosebumping at the trickle of a bead of her sweat tracing down his backside like a slow, hot poker.
Her abdominals swelled, pushing him against his desk, toward the wall. The groove between those ten prominent protrusions of muscle stacked vertically along her midriff like two columns of steel cradled him between. One flex and he felt like her abs could fold him in half.
"Y-Yuffie...?" he ventured, "You have to fight it. You have to let it go."
He could hear her voice through the thickened layers of her body.
"No."
Two mammoth arms reached on either side of his head and pressed against the wall in front of him. The wood seemed to bend like tissue paper, splintering, crushing.
"Yuffie... please, listen to me... there's no telling what she could do to you..."
In response, she groaned aloud. Lost in her fantasy. She gently ground her snatch against his vertebra. He felt like her crotch might snap his spine like a twig. It was becoming hard to breathe. She had him pinned between the desk and her inflating body.
He craned his neck to look up at her...
Mere moments had passed since he had last taken in her impressive form, but the girl was already much bigger. Her bulk was more clearly defined, fibers more viciously rent, mass more ferocious for space on what ought to have been a tiny feminine frame. She was distended, every part of her seeming like a balloon over-filled with hot air and ready to rupture. Only she didn't pop. The effect just intensified.
Somewhere above those abs and pecs he couldn't see past anymore, her mouth uttered sexual obscenities, betraying a brain sinking into the mire of arousal. Seolfor's fear turned him cold. He suspected the woman who possessed the Lost Materia number six, a wellspring of perhaps infinite enhancement of power, also possessed a fetish dominated by a lust for power...
"It's Agkui. You have Agkui!" the doctor all but screamed, his pupils tiny, his eyes wide.
"Who is Agkui?" Yuffie demanded, "Tell me! What is this... this power?" A dull roar as of waves crashing against the shore . It was the sound of her own muscles fighting for room with one another, steel grinding against steel. Both the doctor and the ninja could tell that Yuffie's muscles were growing denser as if collapsing with their own weight before expanding even further, except it instilled nothing but horror in the doctor whereas for the ninja it felt orgasmic.
"She is anathema, Yuffie! Agkui is the ancient goddess of--"
Yuffie's green top tore open on one side, rent through by a massive pectoral muscle, so shredded as to resemble a huge Asian fan. Her rock hard nipple, ossified with arousal, pointed straight down at the doctor trembling against her. Her chest rose and did not fall, muscles building like rows and rows of loaves rising in an oven. With each heavy breath, her chest crushed the doctor beneath her. They creeped in on his vision. An umbrella of pure muscle. A roof. A ceiling of flesh.
The torn clothing only seemed to heighten the girl's state of mind. She gripped her materia tight, arcing bands of luminescence leaping from it. All the light in the tiny cage of a carriage turned to shades of red.
"Agkui is the goddess of sexual excess!"
Excess. Yuffie's favorite word.
A sudden orgasm released through her body like a lightning bolt, detonating from her slobbering pussy and radiating its shockwaves through her entire form, causing every last muscle in her body to flex and lock up... and swell. Her waistband split open. Her zipper obliterated, threads of fabric splaying over the doctor's back.
The turtleneck snapped off. The bits of iron armor that once emphasized her agility fell to the floor of the carriage, clattering loudly as the wood began to crack open beneath her feet. She was far too heavy. A deluge of juices blasted from her womanhood, eradicating the whole front of her shorts as she screamed through the blinding euphoria.
For Seolfor, it was deafening. Unable to breath, the edge of the desk against his gut, the tempest of her muscles digging into his back and skull, he was utterly helpless against the barrage of her growth except to cover his ears. Still the ceaseless pulverizing, rumbling, gnashing, bone-like cacophony of her musculature breaking the laws of physics to expand came through, making his ears ring.
Yuffie's head bumped against the ceiling and she moaned, not with pain but with pleasure. The light filled her muscle fibers, her nerve endings, transforming her organs, transmogrifying her senses, changing her with every instant, tearing and rebuilding her, making her ever more perfect. Everything. Everything she ever wanted. More power coursing through her fingers than she could ever have imagined.
Her back, a hard shell of impenetrable musculature, already pressed against the rounded carriage walls, jammed the door shut. Shelves of materia collapsed. The magical orbs twinkled as they fell. Sparks and embers of esoteric and otherworldly light danced over the volcanic eruption of mass flooding the giant girl's already magnificent body.
"Ohhh god, doctor...!" she called for him, a hapless cry for him to save her from losing her humanity? Or something else? The last acknowledgement that an insect squirmed beneath her, against the clenching vice of her vagina. His inconsequential weakness against her all-consuming growth... the chasm of power between them just ramped up her libido literally through the roof.
Somehow, her mushroom cloud of a body embraced him, huge arms picking him up by the collar as nimbly as if she was a schoolgirl picking a flower. For a moment he was caught in an impossible sea of frothing veins and seething cords of muscle. Then she threw him back against top of the desk. He sat on top of his books, trying to scramble to safety. Trapped.
From his new vantage point, he could see the twin stars flashing over the horizon of her expanding pecs, her eyes on her petite, cute, feminine face and head crushed by the tsunami of muscle that represented her back, her neck, her shoulders. She was the center of her own grotesque solar system, her shining face a last remnant of female beauty in a vast universe of brawn. The look of greed had doubled tenfold.
"Y-you're so handsome... doctor..." she sounded like she was in a dream, a muscle zombie, locked in a trance of expansion, an exhaustible fusion of satisfaction and need, "Always... loved... older men..."
Doctor Seolfor realized far too late that the subject, this host who possessed the Lost Materia of Agkui--or did it possess the other way round?--could not have been a better match for the goddess of excess, for it was the thought of endless exorbitance itself that fed back into the materia. A loop. Unending. Never broken. Infinite. A circle of lust and intensification. She, the goddess Agkui, did not need to be summoned. Not in any conventional sense, the doctor reminded himself. She was already here. Just a passive trigger. Nothing more. And the trigger? For Yuffie, arousal. For Agkui, the same. The girl possessed a fetish for taking, for receiving, for possessing, and that was the language of the goddess of excess. Together, they were a sexual circuit that had been completed.
With a single finger, Yuffie tore away Seolfor's belt and pants. He liked to keep in shape for the encounters that defined the Don's attitude toward compensation for his materialogical services, but he knew he was doomed. He didn't have the stamina and he wasn't made of titanium. He couldn't hope to keep up with a partner like this one.
Yuffie collapsed upon him like a meteor, straddling him into the shattering wreckage of his carriage as she burst out of it. The chocobo ran loose, screaming and squawking at the geyser of muscle that rose out of the ruined workshop. Her cries of pleasure echoed into the night, rousing the neon city and its inhabitants. They would come to know their queen soon enough.
Beneath her, the doctor looked up and saw only a macrocosm of veins and fibers, tendons and tissue, as if the whole galaxy was blacked out and replaced by her mass.
That thought was... unique. It did something for him that nothing, no theories or studies had ever truly done. Even as his hips cracked to powder, the thought carried above the hideous pain like a kind of arousal. He imagined, startlingly lucid despite the agony dulling his senses and crushed body, that that must be a mere drop of what she must be feeling. He felt a tinge of jealousy. What couldn't it have been him? Why did she get all the power?
But that was just food for Agkui. The goddess of sexual excess had met a host for whom excess was aphrodisiacal. Seolfor smirked as his ribs shattered under the colossal weight of the growing girl.
He allowed his eyes to flutter shut, or his vision faded. He'd figured it out. The mystery of the sixth Lost Materia and what it was capable of. He was able to see what no living researcher in his field had ever witnessed first hand. He could reach out and touch it. He could feel her incredible density with his own fingers.
Something about the sheer indulgence of it all touched the more primitive areas of his still functioning gray matter as the disastrous body above him demolished him, humping his remains into a crater. He took a small amount of happiness in knowing that his final act on this planet was pushing a wave of his blood into his cock, somewhere down there, if only to offer up to the exploding woman burying him alive with her weight some small, albeit insignificant drop of pleasure.
After all, she deserved it.
(end of part 6)
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