"W-G," Tifa sounded out aloud to herself, holding the orb in the palm of her hand, letting it roll into the gentle dip as she curved her fingers up, "If it's a support spell, then it can't cause me any harm to try it on myself." Pinching the orb between her finger and thumb, she held up her right hand, inserting the materia into one of the slots provided about the cuff of her fighting gloves. It snapped into place with a light clink, pulsing softly as the knowledge of the Ancients empowered the weapon, gradually fading to a glow as it settled. Tifa gave a determined nod, raising her arms out either side of her, a rush of green light filtering upwards as she encircled them, her hands moving in front of her chest, clasping together as she cast the spell. She could feel a rush of sparks through her skin, not unlike the gentle tingle that came from a cure spell, with the added adrenaline rush that came from a haste spell. Beginning to wonder whether the spell had taken affect, Tifa winced on feeling a sharp pain against her waistline, her eyes traveling downwards to find the source of it.
Her previously toned abs had billowed out, a soft pooch of fat hanging over the waistband of her shorts, the hemline pinching into the rising flesh. Her doe brown eyes widened as the sides of her shorts tightened with a sudden ripple of fabric, a glance behind revealed two fleshy globes slowly pushing against the thick material. Her slender legs became thick and meaty, her growing thighs encased within the legs of her shorts like a sausage within its skin, stitches popping to try and accommodate. The zipper of her sleeveless jacket inched it's way down her chest unaided, her breasts swelling and rising with fat, stretching the white vest underneath, riding it up to reveal more of Tifa's billowing pot belly. "Wh-what...?" Tifa stammered, reaching down to feel over her expanding gut with pudgy fingers, "What is this?!"
More and more pounds were added to her frame, her body swelling and filling out with each frightened breath she took, the button bursting off her shorts violently as her stomach swelled with fat, the flab surging forwards when it was released from the confines of the material. A sharp rip was heard as her shorts split at the back, unable to contain her fleshy ass cheeks, the pink material of her stretched panties just visible through the rip of the dark material. "Ahh!" a blush stained her pale cheeks, and she struggled to reach behind to cover herself, her fleshy arm unable to reach past the new bulge of her hips. Just seconds later the seams of the legs of her shorts burst violently, the material falling apart and flapping loosely about Tifa's chubby thighs.
Her weight had to be nearing 300lbs as the process seemed to slow down, her rising breasts just stopping short of tearing the fabric of her top all together, her jacket hanging uselessly open either side of her swollen breasts, her fat gut protruding between the tattered opening of her shorts, a dome of quivering flesh moving in time with her shaking breaths. Tifa could only stare in horror at her new body, weighing in a good three times her original body weight, flab billowing out over what had previously been taut, firm muscles. Chubby fingers felt over her face in despair, even her cheeks had rounded out, a double chin underlining her jaw line, her collarbones all but vanishing under a surge of flesh. Tifa whimpered in shock, lowering her chunky arm back down to her side, her breathing short and panicked as she tried to figure out what to do next.
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