chapter 2

The next table is stacked with burgers, hot dogs, pork chops, roasted and fried chicken. All of it goes as quickly into her gluttonous maw as the pasta, picking bones cleans, anything without bones all but swallowed whole.. I mean, she did chew, she’s not going to waste ENJOYING her food after all. As she tears through it all and plumps up, her belly and tits knock over the “pasta table” she was sitting at, and inching towards others. Cloud has to move things around to avoid wasting any food from bring knocked over, making sure to otherwise keep the flow of fattening meat going. By the time the meat is gone, Tifa lets out a mighty belch, her entire body shaking and jiggling from the effort, from her couch sized ass and belly, to her huge tits sitting on either side of her.

“Oops, excuse me!” Tifa giggles. She’d normally cover her mouth to be polite, but given how fat and wide her arms have swollen with fat, the 3,500 lb blob is simply no longer able to move them… or the rest of her. Not that she cares, of course. “Mmm, more! I need to be bigger!”

Next up is the ice cream, though half melted as it it, makes it easier to fed to her. Except for the fact that Cloud is forced to climb onto her soft body to feed her, the feeling of him climbing on top of her causing her to moan. He brings several cartons with him, tipping each one into her mouth and letting the creamy but still cold dessert flow into her mouth and she quickly slurps them up. Even from on top, he can see Tifa growing even fatter, more chins forming on her face and her skin stretching as it’s pumped with more and more fat.

Turning around to survey the area, it’s quite clear he’ll need to change tactics. The 3 ton woman spreading too wide and taking up almost all the space in the bar herself, her car-sized tits and lake of ass and belly pushing into tables and off against the walls. Thankfully, carefully, Cloud finds a rhythm to move around her jiggling pillowy body and keeps his own firm arousal unharmed. He gathers the rest of the food, a full 4 tables’ worth of chocolate, cakes, and various other desserts; carrying them by the armload close to Tifa’s face and carefully balanced on her huge belly and tits.

“Cloud? What are you doing, I’m so hungry~! I need to eat!” Tifa half moans, half whines, her insatiable gut growling intensely as if to punctuate her words.

“Don’t you worry,” Cloud reassures his blobby lover as he brings the last of the food up to her, “I’m just making sure we finish. You’re growing really big, you know.”

The reassurance is helpful and strangely erotic to Tifa, her eyes closing as she gives a light moan.

“Now open wide, I’m sure you’re just *starving* for more.” Cloud embracing his feeder role, and teasing made Tifa so happy, and aroused, her face blushes as she… well, tries to nod, but her head can’t move thanks to how much she’s fattened up. Still, the slight tremors and shakes around her face doesn’t go unnoticed, opening her mouth to show she’s ready for more.

“Good girl.”

No longer hindered by the need to run around for the next pan, morsel, table, Tifa’s feeding resumes at a steady and expansive rate. Bite, chew, swallow, every mouthful pushing her huge body to grow bigger and fatter. Tables and chairs are all pushed entirely against the wall, then slowly crushed under her growing mass. The ceiling comes closer to the couple as she fills the room entirely, her massive breasts lifted as they smoosh together and touch the ceiling and walls first, the windows shattering as her fat oozes out.

Tifa’s hunger and gluttony knows no bounds, and neither does her growing fat body. Bite after bite continues to be consumed, the walls, the floor, the very ceiling creaking as her body grows fatter and fatter, more and more pressure pressing against it all… until it didn’t. Cracks, splinters, crashing sounds roar in the room and outside the bar, as Cloud shields her face against the wreckage as it came down around and slide off them. Well, her face and the last of the food. As it clears, Cloud feeds her the rest of the giant chocolate cake they were working on, Tifa’s fat oozing out over the foundation, her 20-foot tall tits spilling into the street.

The last bite passes her lips, as the now 40 ton blob known as Tifa Lockhart sighs.

“So, that’s all of it?” she asks.

“That every last bite, Tifa,” Cloud responds, his hard cock pressing against her fat as he lies down across it, giving her a deep passionate kiss. When they pull apart, Tifa keeps her eyes on her lover.

“Well, don’t forget the other part of our deal, mister.” she reminds him, biting her lower lip as he starts to stand back up and reach for his zipper.