Tifa groggily sat up, and ran her hands along her shirt and her skirt, smoothing out the wrinkled fabric. But when her hands brushed her lower portion, she noticed something different: her ass was massive. Tifa leaped up to attention, and with both hands, grabbed one cheek each. Her hands melted into the fleshy cellulite of her rear end. It was as real as could be. She rushed to the bathroom to gaze into the full length mirror, and although she couldn't get a direct view of her posterior, she could get the idea. Her skirt had ridden up, now just bunched up around her soft middle. It covered none of her ass, which was only protected by a pair of panties under serious duress. Her ass, though, it was beyond all imagination. It was very round, sagging only a little bit where the cheek meets the thigh. It stuck out about five inches surfacing almost perpendicular to her lower back, and curved generously until it reached its apex, and then met back up with her meaty thighs. Her ass had the consistency of two basketballs, squished together, being held in place by the tight black underwear that used to fit Tifa so well.
Her thighs had seemingly grown to accommodate her rear's girth. You wouldn't be able to get your hands around her thighs, even if you had four hands. They were generally unmarked by cellulite, and was firm, though still blubbery and soft. The rest of her had grown a little bit, her belly sticking out an inch over her skirt, and her breasts flowing up a tiny bit over her bra. Tifa had gained an enormous amount. However...
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