The bluish-white hue of the great crystal pillar holding up Cocoon was a familiar sight to all saved from the fall of that great living space nearly two years since a group of L’cie saved them. Scientists had measured, done calculations, and there was nothing remotely earthly about the pillar. An odd warmth was observed radiating from the crystal, though no one could say for sure just what that meant.
Fang hunched over as she was assailed with yet another hunger pang, lending urgency to her hands as she reached for the massive pile of food, bringing what she could grab to her lips. Chewing with her mouth open, not caring one whit for the crumbs, sauces, and sundry other bits that tricked down her face, the spear-wielder focused solely on eating. Even the thought of her dear Vanille fled from her mind, finally tipping the whole table over in her rush to grab more. “MMGGHHPH! ULP! MUGHGHAAIGHHHMP!” These and more noises echoed from the lithe warrior, her litheness soon receding, flab and adipsoe steadily softening her features. Her face softened, her chin rounding out, her neck joining it, melding like she and Vanille had in steadying the fall of Cocoon. Her breasts rounded, drooping more and more with every bite, her waist expanding, love-handles that looked more at home on a wild boar than a person were soon on full display. Thighs squishing together as she lowered herself on her rear, that part of her becoming less toned with every swallow. In fact, she felt the ground sooner than she would have, but her hunger ruled her now so she paid it no notice even as her butt became a personal seat of flesh. By the time the table was cleared, Fang was verging on obese, her entire body coated in sweat, her frame flushed red all over from the tiring effort of lifting fatter and fatter arms to her mouth.
Her thoughts were her own once more as she felt herself become well and truly full, idly rubbing the adipose she now sported, and looking over towards Vanille. Her beloved was on her back, belching fiercely, her belly so round and flabby that Fang couldn’t even see her head and even if her belly was smaller, the redhead’s breasts would still be in the way.
“Ooooh…Fang, can you give me a belly rub?”
“Afraid I can’t, too full myself.” Fang punctuated this with a long gust of flatulence, sighing as the pressure eased from her full stomach.
“Guess I’ll just have to do that too,” Vanille replied, trying her best to follow Fang’s example, shame filling her.
“That’s the spirit Vanille, we’ve just got to keep stuffing ourselves.”
“But…why?” Vanille panted out, trying her best to get up to a sitting position, finally managing after several minutes, showing off her flabby face.
“Can’t you hear the voice? It’s just like the first time in Oerba, all those years ago. We’ve got to get bigger, gain enough energy to keep our pillar going or else everyone who depends on Cocoon staying still will be gone. Besides, you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Vanille strained her hearing, but no sound came except for Fang’s grunts as her larger lover tried to get to her feet. Closing her eyes, she focused inward and it was then that she heard it. A firm tone that brought a calming sensation even as she fully heard what it was saying.
Eat for the future of everyone.
A wet, squishy sensation came from her left as Vanille was drawn out of listening to the voice, Fang’s sweaty, obese body the culprit. “Just rest for now Vanille, when we wake up we have a lot more eating to do.”
“Ok, Fang. You’re not too bad looking either, being so fat.”
Fang chuckled at that and patted her lap, Vanille taking the invitation and laying her head in the now much softer area of her darling Oerban. Soon enough she fell asleep, imagining the bodies they’d have the next time she woke up.
Vanille reached out a hand for more food but was finding the action trying, her arm weighed down by a curtain of flab, her fingers coated in soft, quivering fat. An even larger hand pushed some sliced boar towards her mouth, Vanille thanking her provider.
Fang’s face smiled, at least that’s what Vanille chose to interpret the jowls jostling slightly in an upward direction as. Her closest persons’s vibrant eyes were hopelessly squinting owing to the flab surrounding her face, to say nothing of the sheer tons of excess flesh the formerly active warrior and hunter had on the rest of her body. The behemoth that was Fang returned to her eating, gulping down great heaping amounts of sludgy gruel, Vanille marveling that her lover was even able to lift her fingers to her mouth.
It had been three more slumbers that had brought the two to this size and Vanille was worried that they’d be immobile before they went to sleep. Shaking her head of that thought, Vanille focused on eating, clearing the boar from the massive plate ten bites later. Fang was on all fours, gorging like a hog, great legs quivering, arms not far behind, until the whole mass that made up her fell flat on her stomach. Wriggling like a newborn puppy, Fang was trying to get to the remaining gruel. Vanille got to her feet, or tried to, swaying back and forth in the now familiar rocking motion to get her momentum going but was stymied by her own body.
She was just too fat.
The worry over Fang’s helpless body and her own combined with her growing hunger had Vanille hyperventilating. Was this how everything was going to end?
A hand sunk gently into the fat on her right shoulder, causing Vanille to look up. A dark haired young woman was beside her, the woman’s brown eyes were warmly glancing into her own. “Don’t worry, we’re here to help.”
Vanille opened her mouth, but only the woman’s name, now remembered from her adventures to save the world, came out. “Lebreau!”
“Ssh, I just look like the human you know as Lebreau. Now open your mouth, please, and I can help.”
Vanille did as the being wearing Lebreau’s appearance said, finding a large glass pitcher pressed to her lips, the taste of alcohol filling her. The liquid was richer than the spirits she’d imbibed in Oerba on her and Fang’s fist successful hunt together, and filled her in ways she never knew liquid could. More and more it flowed into her, her belly rounding out, her whole body expanding and still the delicious drink kept coming.
Her vision was starting to get hazy, the world in a twilight between light and darkness, Fang’s huge form being tended to by Serah Farron, a pitcher full of a dark brew being poured into the hunter she loved with even more force than “Lebreau” was doing to her.
Finally, as she passed out, the liquid came to a stop and Vanille, immobile and full, dreamed of Pulse and the vast variety of wildlife and creatures, the last sensation she was aware of was a growing hunger as she fixated on the image of all that life.
Fang stared up into a sky containing nothing but Serah Farron’s face. She willed herself to move, but only jiggling followed. Even the tiniest motion of her pinky finger was denied, no matter how much she struggled. She was raised upwards, realizing she was in Serah’s palm, and positioned to see the vast expanse of Pulse, a heard of chocobo’s running from some wolves, hobgoblins fighting over a new leader, and a lone tonberry facing off against a herd of Adamantoise.
Several of the chocobo’s were lifted into the air and brought before Fang’s face, the warrior’s eyes blinking rapidly as she realized they were no larger than a peanut from Lebreau’s bar to her. Hunger roared from her gut and Fang opened her mouth, the birds vanishing in a flurry of feathers, her teeth crunching through bone and flesh, swallowing the lot of them in one gulp.
An Adamantoise was next, approaching Fang’s mouth tail-first, this time the size difference was comparable to the first wolf Fang had killed. By the time she had swallowed the surprisingly delicious-tasting monster down, Fang felt her body outgrow Serah’s palm. But instead of dropping her increasing weight, Serah’s palm just got larger, Serah’s whole body in step with that growth until again all Fang could see was Serah’s face if her eyes moved upwards.
Looking to her right, Fang could make out Vanille’s red hair amid the giantess that was Lebreau as a small army of Ochu’s were fed to Vanille, Fang drawn away from that sight to find every monster she and her L’cie friends had fought before her.
The Long Gui’s were the size of an ant by this point and Fang’s mouth opened voluntarily as the horde was fed to her and she grew beyond any reckoning she could think of. Finished after four swallows, Fang stared at the formerly massive form of Titan, now apple-sized.
Opening her mouth, Fang devoured the Fal’Cie, it’s taste not unlike that of a burnt candy Hope had convinced her to try one night camping near Taejin’s Tower. Finishing with the meal, Fang felt her body grow even larger.
Closing her eyes, she hoped when she opened them that this was the end of their latest trial.
Opening them, she found herself alone in the blue void that had been her new home since sacrificing her physical form for the world. There was just a tiny sphere with a mixture of tan and pale colorings to her right.
She couldn’t move her body to pick up that sphere but she recognized the faint voice coming from it.
Even talking left her feeling like she’d run a marathon, her body quivering and sweating. She didn’t want to think about what her sweat drops would mean to Vanille.
The voice came to her again, calm filling her enormity.
Go to sleep Fang, you’ve done well. When you wake up, you’ll be reunited with Vanille and alive once more.
Focusing on the calm tone of the voice, Fang fell asleep, but not before moving her eyes towards Vanille and wishing her pleasant dreams as she was too exhausted to vocalize her thoughts.
Lightning Farron felt drained as she sat down at the foot of Etro’s Throne in Valhalla. Speaking across time and space, to say nothing about the aids she’d sent to ensure Fang and Vanille’s energy transfer to the pillar, taxed her like nothing she’d ever felt.
But, she still allowed herself a small feeling of satisfaction.
With the pillar secure, she could focus on the approaching battle with Caius Ballad and his forces of Chaos.