Patreon Reward: Asuna's Foul Status Effect

Asuna from SAO finds herself fattening and gassing up from an enemy's poison attack!

“These crafting components should really help Kirito and I!” Asuna bent over, showing off her slender figure as she gathered some herbs and mushrooms from the soft grass of the swamp area she was adventuring in. “It seems like we keep running into new status effects in this area...” 

A patch of twisted shrubs just in front of Asuna rustled frantically. “What?” She gasped, readying her sword. A huge, bulbous plant creature with bright purple coloration burst from the foliage, writhing atop multiple sets of spiked tentacles. A fanged mouth sat in its central mass, drooling silvery liquid. Asuna slashed at the vines as they whipped towards her, cutting them to pieces. Lowering her brow, she held out the point of her sword and charged the creature, only for it to disgorge a cloud of purple-black smoke directly at her.

“Gaah!” Asuna gasped, breathing in the fog as she drove her sword into the creature, slaying it. Its body quickly dissolved, granting Asuna a heap of experience points. “Cough...cough...Phew!”  Asuna gasped, steadying herself. She put her hands to her stomach as it began gurgling uncomfortably. “I’ve definitely been hit by a status,” she grumbled, attempting to cast a restoration spell on herself. Glimmering light surrounded her, but the discomfort persisted. “Doesn’t feel like it’s working...maybe I can craft something to- BURRRPH!” A heavy, sloppy belch slipped from Asuna’s mouth. “Gross...” she muttered, her eyes going wide as strange tingles traveled through her body. 

Asuna looked down and saw her cleavage line swelling outward, her breasts widening and gaining girth. She brought her hands to her stomach, finding it softening and jutting outward. “What?!” Asuna gasped, putting her hands behind her as she felt her buttocks pushing forward, slowly but surely escaping the bottom of her short dress. Her thighs gained girth, their fleshy curves pressing against each other beneath her softening sex. “What’s going on?!” Asuna asked, beginning to sweat. As she stared at herself, her cheeks began to soften, filling in a small extra layer of fat beneath her chin. Her bare upper arms began to squish against the tops of her long gloves. 

She cringed as a low, rumbly Phraaaph! of gas rippled from her backside. “Augh, that’s foul!” Asuna squeezed her still-growing thighs together and fanned behind her. Her rump was hanging halfway out of her skirt now as it swelled and gained unflattering mass. “I can’t let Kirito see me like this!” She exclaimed, rifling through her item bags and trying to find a crafting recipe that would alleviate the condition. As she did, her belly pushed further and further out from her frame, spilling over her creaking belt in a heavy mass. 

“Bwooorph!” Asuna gurgled, her stomach churning even more violently than before. “I feel so heavy...” she groaned, lifting and dropping her increasingly large gut as her figure continued to thicken and soften. Sweat dripped down her body, soaking her armor. Asuna lifted one doughy arm and was hit by the sharp smell of perspiration. Her armpits had grown in tufts of vivd orange hair, matching the nearly ankle-length waterfall of locks that spilled from her head. “Eek!” Asuna gasped, used to facing down monsters but not a situation like this. A surprised puff of gas sputtered from her gelatinous behind. 

“Let’s try this potion!” she said fretfully, combining some items until a glowing green vial appeared in her hands. She drank it back and felt the recovery magic flow through her...only for her belt-secured flank guards to snap off to make way for her advancing belly. “Didn’t work!” she groaned. Flab bulged over the angular cuts of her stockings and long gloves, spilling over the edges of the fabric and partially hiding it. 

“Maybe if I leave the area!” Asuna attempted to run, but found her now triple-sized thighs were too ungainly to get a solid pace down. Gas sputtered from her rear end, and every few breaths ended in a noisome belch. She settled into a hurried waddle, her now melon-sized breasts swaying back and forth in her overly tight top. Her cleavage line had become more of a cleavage valley, her breasts ballooned and pressed together into a sweaty crevice deep enough to hide her hand within. Rolls of fat blossomed down her back, quivering and jiggling while sweat dripped down from her furry armpits. 

“Huff...gasp...I just need to...get out of here!” Asuna gasped, clinging to the hope that there was a way to reverse the changes. Her skirt rolled up above her rump, leaving only her pink outer skirt to cover her dimpled, marshmallow-shaped buttocks. Her belly began to droop out the bottom of her inner skirt, revealing her sweaty, deep belly button. Flab continued to accumulate on her face, squishing her cheeks into doughy jowls that softened up her neck and expanded her double chin. 

“This shouldn’t...feel so...tiring...” Asuna groaned, unused to feeling exhaustion in-game. Her thighs made wet slaps as they heaved against each other. Flab was beginning to bloom out of the open cut of Asuna’s shoes as well. Her figure looked to be swelling past 225 kilograms, her outfit holding on only by virtue of game logic. Each stomp sent monstrous, gassy quivers through her new body, flinging sweat off her expansive frame in a fine mist. 

Asuna reached the edge of the swamp and began groping her body, grabbing dense handfuls of fat to test if she was still expanding. Sure enough, her excess bulk trembled and surged against her grasp, adding fresh layers of softness to her body. 

“Nooo,” Asuna gasped, dropping to her knees and letting out a dejected PHRRRP! of gas from her rear end. Her belly spilled down to her knees and her breasts listed forward, pendulous and heavy. “Kirito...I’m sorry...” she sobbed. The transformation slowed, then stopped, leaving Asuna’s avatar with a doughy 300 kilogram figure. Her stomach continued to gurgle, sending hot belches up her throat. “BURRPH! I-I’ll keep going for the both of us...” she decided, steeling herself to face the gazes of her fellow players.