Tifa’s Gluttony Materia

**Note: This story contains massive amounts of stuffing, feederism, **** weight gain, and head-canon**

**Also, Aerith and Zack are alive and well in this story. You’re welcome.**

“Y-You what?” Cloud crosses his arms as he looks into Tifa’s proud smiling face.

“I told you what, mister. I want to get. Like really fat, and I want your help!” she smiles again, her eyes closing as she does that cute head tilt Cloud always likes. Like magic, it works every time to get him to melt.

Looking her up and down, he futilely attempts to figure out why she’s suddenly want to gain weight like this. As long as he’s known her, from their time as childhood friends, when they reunited and fought against Shinra then against Sephiroth, to even now, Tifa’s always been known to stay fit and relatively thin. Now she’s talking him into fattening her up, and…

“Come on, I saw you with Aerith, I see how you are around her,” she takes his hand, looking him directly in the eyes, “I’ve seen how she’s plumped up lately, you can’t keep your eyes off her. Especially when she eats…” her other hand wanders down to his crotch, “and grows fatter.”

Tifa grins as she felt him stir down there, the mere thought of Aerith binging and plumping up right before him enough to arouse. She bites her lower lip, as the thought crosses her mind, too, having been witness to it, her own groin feeling warm from the memory.

“Mmm, see? So,” she moves her hand away to sweep it across the empty bar of the now rebuilt 7th Heaven. Every table in sight is piled with food, all fresh and ready, ranging from different meats, to cakes, ice creams, pasta, and even potatoes. “You’re going to help me eat all this food, and I’ll get super fat, and then I will get your attention.”

“Eh? Huh.” Cloud was feeling confused, scratching his head as he watches 110 lbs martial artist / bartender sashay over to one of the chairs and confidently plops her cute butt right onto it. She’s wearing her usual clothes, minus the gloves: Her midriff tank-top, leather skirt, and thigh-high socks and boots.

Cloud, however, hasn’t moved an inch, raising a hand to scratch behind his head, still trying to piece together his lover’s plans.

“Wait, hold on. How do you plan on eating all of this?”

“Oh! Of course, I meant to show you this. Here,” Tifa stands up, walking back towards him. Cloud, watching her fit body move, was already imagining her as chubby or fat, her softer body jiggling as she walked. A thought that certainly isn’t helping his arousal, or the bulge in his pants.

“See this?” she asks, a finger touching an earring containing a small dark green gem. As Cloud leans in to closer inspect it, the familiar swirls and appearance struck him as odd for a second. At least until he realizes…

“That’s a materia.” he states the obvious. Tifa giggles, breaking out into a full and proud grin.

“That’s right! See, after that one night at the buffet when we were celebrating finishing rebuilding the bar, you remember how Aerith basically went to town on the food? We watched, jaws dropped, every bite she was taking, she got fatter and fatter still. That big ass of hers tore right through her dress, her arms ripped up the sleeves, her belly and even her tits…. Ahem.” she had to stop herself, her face flushing red, “A-Anyway, she gained like 200 pounds that night, and later she and Zack were just…”

She bites her lip, face still red, shuffling in place for a second before continuing.

“Ahem, so I thought that was something that, you know, we could enjoy. So I asked her about it, and she told me about this,” once again, her finger lightly tapping the materia-embedded earring. “It’s called Gluttony materia. She didn’t know how it was made but… see, what it does is it lets you eat whatever you want. Just anything you can shove into your mouth, it’ll digest pretty damn fast, and it makes whatever you eat super fattening.”

As she says the last two words, her hand wanders again back to Cloud’s crotch, feeling him get fully hard. He gasps slightly, looking into Tifa’s eyes as she smiles knowingly at him.

“Mmm, I thought you’d like hearing that. Now, you’re going to come sit with me, you’re going to stuff me with all this delicious and super fattening food, then fuck my blubbery blob of a whale body all night. Okay?”

With a wink, she turns back around and heads back to her seat, looking back to Cloud expectantly. Cloud, apparently still stunned as he attempts to process everything. But only for a moment, his arousal still tenting his pants and spurring him to take a seat next to Tifa to start feeding her as asked. The table she sat is a hot for several pasta dishes, the first within reach being a cheesy pasta. Picking up a fork, he digs up a good chunk for the first bite.

“Mmm,” Tifa moans, as she accepts that first bite, chewing and savoring the taste before swallowing. “God that is delicious. Well come on, don’t stop now!”

Cloud nods and begins to feed her in earnest. Bite after bite finds its way between her lips, and like she said, the fattening effect is immediate. Tifa’s formerly trim figure starts to soften, her stomach soon losing his its tight and fit look as it turns bloated then plain soft. Her breasts are already looking bigger, arms and legs softened.

That’s how it started. Within a few seconds, her shirt is straining to hold her ballooning tits, her belly rounded out and sitting on softer and plump legs. Her ass quickly peaks out under the skirt, the black panties pulled tight around her waist and between your butt cheeks. She rubs her growing soft belly and chest, her other hands already disappearing between her legs with soft moans between bites.

“Mmm, fuck who knew growing fatter would feel so good~” Tifa moans between bites, as her hands continue to explore her expanding bust and belly, one working quickly as her thighs expand fatter against it. The sounds of ripping and tearing make themselves known as her skirt pops apart and falls to the floor, her panties soon following as her ass fills the seat of the chair. Cloud reaches out and cups one growing ass cheek, like he couldn’t believe that she’s already grown so fat.

Continuing to feed her, Tifa continues to soften and expand right before their very eyes, the shirt ripping further as her breasts would continue plump up and fill it out. Stitch after stitch would pull apart as the shirt rides up and pulls right across her chest and back, Cloud unable to help himself but watch intensely as they grow bigger and fatter in front of him. Soon, though, he realized that even with big forkful servings it wasn’t fast enough, and his lover is starting to look ****… and hungry.

Her fingers are still working hard between her legs, Tifa lets out more moans as she continues to work herself into a sexual frenzy. Her eyes have closed, so she doesn’t notice Cloud picking up the half empty pan he’s been feeding her from and bring it over. As soon as the still warm metal touched her lips though, her eyes shoot open just in time for her to see him holding the pan with one hand, using the fork in his other to start guiding the good down towards her mouth. She parts her lips, letting him carefully guide the cheesy noodles into her mouth, and she begins to quickly chew and swallow as it fills her quicker.

More rips and tears as her shirt is fully ripped apart, and melon sized tits flop down against her growing plump belly. It continues to tight and tear around her shoulders, as they continue to fill out and soften, plump arms moving to grope and fondle her huge tits and soft belly, one hand moving back to continue masturbating to her fattening body. The pan is quickly emptied and replaced with another, Tifa moaning as Cloud continues to stuff her, unable to pull his eyes away from watching her growing belly and tits swell ever larger as she grows ever fatter.

The second pan and third pans are consumed faster than the first, Tifa’s inner-glutton coming to the surface thanks to the materia in her earring. Her belly is starting to fill her lip, her tits growing so big they’re covering half of it even then, her ass and thighs having taking up the entire width of the chair and trapping her hand still fingering her wet pussy.

The whole chair shakes and wobbles suddenly, however, as Tifa stop eating long enough to cry out in orgasm, the **** of her movement enough to break it and send the 700+ lbs fatty to the floor. Her hands rub and grope at her huge tits, still moaning as she comes down from her climax, but still greedy for more.

“Ohh fuck, this is so good! Feed me, Cloud, make me fatter, please!” Tifa moans, her face flushed but not from exhaustion from… is she horny?

Cloud’s boner rages harder than ever, picking up the pace as he starts feeding her the rest of the pasta from the table, moving on to other foods. Every single bite, much to both of their delights, swelling the former martial artist fatter and fatter. Her massive belly is the only reason her bigger breasts didn’t swallow her lap, her ass spreading over a foot behind her and lifting her up. She’s easily surpassed 1,500 lbs by the time all 8 pans of pasta are gone now, as Cloud looks for the next table to grab more food to feed her.

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 **** 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.