Patrons' Prompt: The Blue Beauty of AVALANCHE 2 (Patreon)

“I spy with my little eye… something… blue!”

Tifa groaned. She wished she could walk away from this conversation. Hell, she wished she could walk at all. Even to waddle! Was waddling really too much to ask?!

Instead, the round woman sighed. She flexed her chubby blue fingers into swollen blue fists. “Is it me?” she asked, wishing she could just lie back on her massive ass and wait for this all to roll over.

A pudgy brunette with deep red skin danced in front of her. Aerith, despite having the body of a girl who would order seconds with every meal, seemed to be enjoying herself far too much for Tifa’s liking. “Gosh,” the girl clasped her hands over her stomach, “you’re really good at this! I didn’t even have to give a hint this time!”

Tifa’s purple lips folded into an overweight scowl. “It’s been me three times now.”

Aerith put a hand to her cheek, a burgandy blush touching her red cheek as she giggled. “To be fair, you do take up a lot of space.”

“I noticed.”

A blueberry.

Tifa Lockhart had gotten herself turned into an immobile, fatass, blueberry.

Not only that, but she’d also ruined her only pair of high heeled shoes! She could feel the useless accessories pinching her swollen ankles… if blueberries even had ankles…

“Do you want to skip your turn again?” Aerith asked. Even though she hardly resembled the skinny girl who’d walked in the door, the chubby cherry-girl clasped her arms behind her back, unaware of the strain her swollen curves put on the dress.

Tifa glared at Aerith’s love handles, where her engorged hips tucked into her soft-looking waist. Her dress was stretched down the center, buttons hardly holding together under the constant strain. Deep red flesh glistened in the dark light of the dungeon, giving Aerith an almost drunken glow as she tilted her head and smiled pleasantly at Tifa.

Tifa would have hit her, if only she could move.

How in the shit did a girl come away looking as good as Aerith did? The red of her skin made her long hair seem luscious and dark, and turned her eyes into a bright, glimmering green. Did she looked heavy? Absolutely, but from the way her hips wiggled and her chest bobbed up and down, the weight had settled in all the right places. If it wasn’t for Aerith’s soft double chin… but even that! The damn girl looked better as a cherry than most girls looked normal!

“You look like you want to skip your turn again,” Aerith said in her friendly voice.

Tifa closed her eyes. If she focused on her breathing, she could still feel her internalized Chakras. It helped her picture her body in her mind.

Thin, strong, pale Tifa.

The energy that flowed through her body, muscles that rippled with strength. It was all still there. It was only buried beneath hundreds of pounds of… herself…

As Tifa’s mental picture began to develop blue skin she growled, “Cloud you better hurry up. I swear to God…”

“I spy with my little eye…”

Tifa yelped as a pair of hands suddenly latched onto her stomach, causing her image to swell so quickly that her eyes opened with a startled *Pop!*They were instantly caught in the sparkling green searchlights grinning at her from over her huge valley of cleavage as Aerith leaned against Tifa.

“… something blue!” Aerith giggled. She squeezed what once had been Tifa’s ribs, creating a whole new sensation inside the immobile girl.

Hundreds of gallons of liquid flexed against her entire body. Her belly, her breasts, her shoulders, Tifa even felt the sudden tension inside of her ass and her legs. Her head spun just trying to account for the bloated sensation as the tea or the juice or whatever she was filled with localized inside of Tifa’s muffin-stuffed belly, a warm and bubbling rush wobbling up her tummy in a churning of waves.

Her groin had nearly gone numb from the weight that had spread to a stable immobility, but as Tifa gasped and her body burbled, she felt a renewed sensation of her most sensitive spot gently grinded against her own panties.

Hnnnnrrrggggghhhhh, Tifa’s stomach whined, pushing outward against Aerith’s red hands. Even at her size, Tifa felt as if she’d eaten too much. A pressure was building in her gut, as if the blueberry needed to burp but just couldn’t let it loose. Her skin had stretched too much, there just wasn’t any more room!

“C-careful!” Tifa gasped as thousands of sensors all screamed the same thing.

Too big!

“O-oh, whoops!” Aerith stepped back and Tifa let out another low, panting groan.

The fat of her neck folded over the tight bow as Tifa tucked her chin down herself, trying to see her body. Her engorged breasts trembled while her stomach let out another whine, but she seemed to be settling back to a sloshing halt.

“I-I’m not… Am I…?” Tifa panted.

“Still growing? Umm… I don’t think so… S-sorry…”

Tifa let loose a shuddering “Hooohhhgh…” She realized then that she was leaning backwards, gradually rolling onto her ass. Her groin was lifting into the air, as were her waggling, useless feet. “This sucks!”

She reflexively kicked as Aerith placed a hand between her feet, halting Tifa’s slow, downward descent. All it earned her was another rolling sensation as a wave rippled throughout her tight body.

“It could be worse,” Aerith said from somewhere that sounded very far away. Tifa then had the unpleasant sensation of Aerith’s hand circling around bloated blueberry body, coming into view over her right shoulder. “You could have been turned into a frog. My shopkeeper, Bruno, he sells these vials called ‘Maiden’s Kisses’ that he says will cure that condition.”

Tifa didn’t even look at her. She felt immense, bigger than ever while lying on her back. Her body was so heavy, trying to pull her down while also refusing to sag. A firm and ripe fruit. “Does he sell anything for blueberries?”

“Hmmm…” Aerith leaned against Tifa, making the dark blueberry feel even bigger.

The black-haired blueberry glowered at Aerith’s stomach, looking from the cheerful cherry toward her overblown chest. She was practically carrying twice Aerith’s weight just in the size of her tits. It was a good thing Don Corneo didn’t own a…

Only then did Tifa remember where she was.

With hesitant brown eyes, she turned up from the cherry, looked past her own sagging breasts, and gazed into the immense blue reflection that filled out one of the many ceiling-mounted mirrors.

Tifa’s blue cheeks became a brilliant purple, colored by the strength of her blush as she took in the full scope of her body. Too big for even Corneo’s sex mirrors, Tifa’s body filled out past the fames of both sides. Huge rolls of blue flesh desperately overflowed her once beautiful dress, tearing the fabric to shreds around her waist. It used to go to her thighs… now the stretched and torn garment hardly covered her breasts.

For the first time, Tifa got a full view of her stomach. It wobbled in the mirror as she uncomfortably wiggled, feeling every pound that had settled in her frame. She was wider than she was tall, wider than her arms could even reach, with a deep belly button that was as big as her head.

Tifa tried to tuck her chin into her breasts, to burry her blush out of pure embarrassment, but she could still see the light touches of violet beneath the deep color of her large brown eyes.

Up near her head, the much smaller brunette moved closer. “Well, I don’t think you’ve really turned into a blueberry,” Aerith said.

That got Tifa’s attention. She turned to Aerith, who’s hand was tracing over Tifa’s heavy breasts.

“You didn’t guess what I spied, but I was gonna say ‘your bloobies,’” Aerith giggled into her hand. One of her fingers gently flicked Tifa’s chest, which responded with a light ripple and slosh.

“W-what?” Tifa stammered, not following along.

Aerith shrugged, grinning down to Tifa. While her belly reached almost as Aerith stood tall, Tifa’s head was now resting near her doughy middle. “Well, why would a blueberry be as big as you are? Or have breasts? Or hands?” Aerith lifted her hand, making a pinching movement with her thumb and forefinger. “If you turned into a blueberry, shouldn’t you shrink down to the size of one?”

A shiver trembled up Tifa’s spine as she imagined herself being squeezed inside of Aerith’s massive grip. “W-well, what does that mean??” she asked.

Aerith put her hands on her hips, looking around. She stepped away from Tifa and, with hardly a click, her silver staff had suddenly reappeared in her hand. It must be a collapsible cane that she was hiding inside of her dress.

Aerith twirled the cane once and, this time, Tifa saw the green glow of the Materia lighting up from its center before Aerith crossed herself and commanded, “Esuna.”

A gentle green light emerged from her staff, circling around Aerith and dropping a trail of green sparkles over her skin. The light then lifted over Tifa, spinning in much wider circles overhead and making the blueberry dizzy.

It irritated her nose again, and this time Tifa couldn’t help the loud “Achoo!” from rushing out of her lungs. She let out another groan as the rest of her body reacted, the liquid cascading inside of her breasts as well as flexing into her groin before she forced her eyes open, hoping to see her shrinking reflection in the mirror above.

She was awarded no such luxury.

As the light faded, both Aerith and Tifa glowered at their discolored and misshapen appearances.

“Hmmm…” Aerith puzzled. “I thought so. See, if we were afflicted by some disease, then Esuna should have cured us instead of just halting the progress. It’s a materia tha-”

“I know what it does,” Tifa sighed.

“Oh… yes, that’s right. You’re Cloud’s friend.” Aerith exhaled, her fingers gently coasting over the green rock in her staff. She leaned back against a low stone table. “He actually gave this to me. To help watch his back in the arena.”

Tifa blinked at her, watching Aerith’s small, upside-down smile. “You were in the arena? Like, the Wall Market Arena?”

“Hmm? Oh, mhmm!” Aerith seemed to brighten up. She lifted herself off of the table and struck a pose with a wink. It was a motion that nearly tore her red dress, cherry red flesh stretching the clasps near her own navel. “He and I came here to save you after all!”

Tifa responded with the flat look she could manage. “Well, you’re doing a great job.”

The cherry brunette turned up her nose to that, tapping Tifa with her staff. “Hmmmm…” her raspberry lips lifted into a grin that, to the prostrate Tifa, looked almost sinister. “If Cloud’s gone off to deal with Corneo, then that means it’s my job to set you right!”

A bad feeling began bubbling inside of Tifa’s stomach. “A-actually, we should probably just wait for-”

Aerith hushed her with a twirl of her staff. “Nurse Aerith Gainsborough is on the case! There’s got to be some way to fix your blueberry-itus!”

“I don’t think that that’s the actual term for this condition.”

“Oooh, what do you know?” Aerith waved a red hand. “This is the first time you’ve ever come down with blueberry-itus!”

Tifa’s lips puckered into a plump scowl. She watched Aerith’s round backside wobbling as the cherry strut away from her shoulder. Wavy brown hair that reached down to her knees, a firm and juicy ass outlined by her tight dress, and most infuriatingly of all, a pair of lovely white heels that peeked out from beneath her dress.

The juice inside of Tifa felt like it was about to start boiling.

Aerith stopped at the stone table she’d been leaning on, putting her hands on her round hips and releasing a loud, “Hmmm…”

Tifa rolled her eyes. She wanted to look away from Aerith, despising how good the girl looked while she was trapped as an immobile fatass, but the only other space to look was at her immobile reflection and her own angry expression. “What is it?” she practically growled.

“Well…” Aerith turned around. “Cloud and I snuck a few things in, beneath our dresses.” Her hand traveled between the slopes of her perky breasts, to where her stomach was pinched in at her waist. A finger tapped at a spot where Tifa now saw a slight difference. Where the dress should have folded in as fat, it instead bulged around something else. “He was afraid we’d be walking into a trap, so I brought a pouch of tonics tied to my waist, and my staff. I’m just…” her lips frowned as her fingers went to the tight clasps, “trying to figure out how to get it…”

Tifa thought for a moment, watching Aerith’s belly bounce up and down as she plucked at her dress. “Well, how did you get to your staff?” she asked.

Aerith visibly winced, her face turning a much darker color. “That was… easier to access,” she chuckled sheepishly, her finger tracing around the curve of her breast. “I used to store most of my stuff in my bra. But Madam M said I’d look better without one…” Her hand clasped the top of her dress, tugging it up further to cover her explosive chest.

Tifa’s cheeks turned purple. She glanced down from Aerith’s discomfort. “I didn’t bring anything. My body is… well, it was supposed to be my weapon.”

She looked back up as she heard Aerith chuckle. “Well, if anyone comes knocking, maybe you can roll over them!”

Tifa huffed, although it became a self-depreciating chuckle. “Yeah, right. They’ll be crushed under the weight of AVALANCHE.”

Aerith giggled, which made Tifa feel a little bit better. She allowed herself one final sigh before letting her head hang back. “If you need to take your dress off…”

She didn’t need to look to see Aerith’s reaction. The innocent little cherry seemed as willing to unclasp her buttons as Tifa was to lay here for another ten minutes. “N-no… I don’t think… I could probably reach it if I just… oop!”

A bright ping resounded off of some forbidden machine. Tifa grimaced before peeking over at Aerith’s large pout, rubbing the spot where her center golden button had been trying to hold back her fattened stomach.

“… Shit,” Aerith cursed, rubbing the spot and poking the jiggly flesh near the lip of her belly button.

“At least it mostly still fits.”

Aerith frowned, finger trailing up to the sole restraint left. A single button that desperately contained Aerith’s large boobs. “I don’t have my sewing kit with me either…” she grumbled.

“Can you reach the tonics?” Tifa asked.

“I really liked this dress… I was hoping I’d get to bring it with me…”

“Hey, get in line, sister!” the blueberry wobbled. “If we’re going to complain about split clothing, I’ve got a lot to say!”

Aerith sighed, still rubbing the spot where her tummy came free. “Oh well. I doubt they make much clothing in my size.”

Tifa was beginning to feel as if she were being ignored.

She bit her tongue as Aerith finally reached into her dress. Her fingers locked around the small object and began tugging it, hopping up and down to jimmy it free. As she did, Tifa heard the sloshing of liquid coming from Aerith’s body, the cherry juice that had spread through the brunette’s chubby body.

God, Tifa wished she could move.

“Hnmgh… come… on!” Aerith grunted. “It’s… not coming…”

A small pouch was tugged free so harshly that Aerith nearly fell over. Her arm went high over her head and the little golden button made an audible whine, but managed to hold as Aerith’s body came back to settle.

The small act had obviously taken a lot out of the girl, chest puffing up and down as she panted for breath. “F-finally,” she sweat, waddling over towards Tifa.

Her fingers lifted the top of a small leather pouch, revealing three tiny bottles that were concealed in a tight row. One red, one purple, and one blue.

Tifa recognized the red one instantly. “Isn’t that a health potion?” she asked.

Still panting, Aerith nodded. “Mh-mhmm… hoo, okay. So, we’ve got one hi-potion,” she fingered the red potion, “one ether,” she fingered the blue potion, “and one antidote.”

Tifa frowned. It was all basic stuff. Necessities, sure, but she doubted an ether would do her much good. Especially with how familiar it looked compared to that goon’s blueberry tonic…

Then, thinking of the blueberry potion, Tifa reconsidered. Antidotes usually only cured poison, but considering that they had drank something, were the girls technically poisoned? That seemed like a question for a specialist.

“I think, since we drank the tonic, it must be some sort of poison,” Aerith said, fingering the green vial. “This antidote might work.”

The unlicensed nurse began to remove the bottle from the pouch.

“W-wait wait wait,” Tifa stammered. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Aerith tilted her head. “Why not?” she asked.

Because you said it, Tifa wanted to say. Instead she said, “W-well… if it was a poison, Esuna would have cured it.”

“Hmm… that is correct…” Aerith removed the vial from her pouch and flipped the top shut. She tapped it against her soft double-chin. “I don’t really know what else we could try though. This is our best opportunity for now, isn’t it?”

Tifa really did not want to agree, but she couldn’t exactly deny Aerith’s claim. “W-well.. maybe…”

“Hmmm…” Aerith unstopped the top of the bottle, gently sniffing the green fume. “I shouldn’t think you’ll have any adverse effects. Antidotes have no effect on the body if there’s no poison to cure.”

“What? My body? Why don’t you drink it?!” Tifa demanded.

Aerith looked from Tifa’s face to her body. The ginormous blue belly that was almost as tall as she was. Then her green eyes returned to Tifa’s face, one brow lifted on her speculative expression.

Tifa’s chin tucked down, her cheeks hot with a violet glow. “I don’t want to drink it unless we know that it works. What’s even in the antidote?”

Aerith waved a red hand. “It’s just some herbs and flowers from my garden. My mother and I make tonics for the other members of sector five.”

Tifa felt her blush grow hotter. The juice in her belly burbled uncomfortably. “Is there any fruit in it?” she asked.

Aerith was quiet for a few moments before standing up straighter. “I’m sure it’ll be fine,” she dismissed.

Tifa’s purple lips scrunched up.

The cherry grunted, shifting her stance to one side. She swished the potion under Tifa’s nose. “We only have one sample. If you don’t take it…”

“You take it!” Tifa huffed. “Then you can go out, and you can get another one!”

“I could go and get another one right now,” Aerith explained.

Tifa shook her head, feeling the weight tremble throughout her whole body, and looked away from the cherry. “No way. I am not drinking anything else unless there’s no other choice! You’ll have to find another way to fix me!” she demanded.

Tifa felt very strong in that moment. Her tone of voice was huskier than she would have liked, sounding too much as if she were covered in fat, but she felt a small bubble pride swell in her center.

It hung there for a moment, warming Tifa and reassuring her that she was correct, until it burst as the cherry laid both of her hands on Tifa’s waist and began to push inward.

“Aiie!” Tifa immediately reacted, her hands flailing as she began to tilt over her side. She felt like she was about to fall over. “Aerith?! What are you doing?!?!”

The red-skinned woman had vanished around the curvature of Tifa’s body, only the top of her wavy brown hair peeking over her side. Tifa could hear her grunt, turning Tifa over onto her side, then rolling onto her stomach, sloshing loudly as hundreds of gallons of juice were displaced.

“There’s got… to be… something,” Aerith strained, struggling to turn Tifa’s rounded shape, “we can use… down here!”

Tifa’s yelped as her wide belly spread out over the cold stone floor. Her fat feet kicked, the destroyed heels still clinging to her swollen flesh.

“We can… squeeze you… or pierce you… or juice you!” Aerith continued, her hands shoving Tifa’s side and now pushing into her belly.

“N-no! Aerith, wait wait wa-ohooo…” Tifa trailed off as several bubbles burst inside of her belly. Aerith’s shoving was disturbing her stomach and, with a race of heat, Tifa felt the rising gas release as a loud, body jiggling, belch.

“Hoof! There you go!” Aerith cheered, tucking into Tifa’s side and rolling the immobile blueberry back onto her rear. “Better out than in, right?! Gosh… you’re heavy!!”

“Aerith!” Tifa whined, closing her eyes. She was getting dizzy and the sensory overload was already too much, but another trembling gurgle released an even louder burp.

“Head Nurse Aerith, hnnngh, at your… oh, dear… Hnnnngh!”

Tifa felt her diaphragm collapse as Aerith pushed with all of her might directly between the blueberry’s squishy fat breasts. She tumbled onto her back, moving quicker as the claimed ‘nurse’ picked up momentum. She opened her eyes only to immediately shut them, her chubby face completely covered by her own voluminous black hair. “Aeritthhhh!!!”

Tifa’s chin tucked into her chest as the juice inside flexed outward at every point. She could feel it tightening in her stomach, her breasts, even in her fingers and toes. Even Tifa’s cheeks felt heavier, her ears drowning in a cacophony of mixing liquid.