Growth Cards 1 - Round 7 (Finale)

Winning cards:

Yuffie: Steal (Minor): Select a player. Steal 50% of their size.
Yuffie: Aerith’s Card: Repeat: Gain a clone. The clone repeats all cards you play (this card excluded).

Aerith: Charity: Select another player. That player grows by x2.
Aerith: Bad Luck (Major): This card does nothing for you. Grow all other players by x2.

Tifa: Bet (Minor): Select a player and flip and coin. Heads: You grow by x3. Tails: That player grows by x3.
Tifa: Better on Me: The next card played by another player also affects you, but twice as effective.
Tifa: Bad Luck (Major): This card does nothing for you. Grow all other players by x2.
Tifa: Growth (Medium): Grow by x2.
Tifa: Steal (Major): Steal 50% of size from all other players.
Tifa: Redirect: Play at any time. Whenever an effect targets a player, choose another target for the effect. (Can be yourself).

***

There was a moment of quiet as Yuffie dealt the cards.Tifa was grateful for it. Her heart was pounding, her head light and dizzy. She was larger than any woman had right to be, and yet she had been made less than puny in comparison to the goddesses that now controlled the game. But fate was malleable—and Tifa had a lot of cards coming to her.

“Sheesh,” Yuffie commented as she threw the cards through the air, “Six of them for you? Talk about overkill.”

“She needs them,” Aerith purred, her voice as slow and sultry as befit the numerous goddesses of sex and power that she had become. “It’s only fair, no?”

“I don’t know about fair…” Yuffie squinted thoughtfully down Tifa before turning her attention to her hand.

With the tera-giantesses now floating in space, the bit of planet before them had to make up the game table (with Tifa dodging the cards being thrown down from above). It had to be enough, for the moment. The planet was not likely to last many more rounds, as it were, and Yuffie hit hard with her very first card.

“Speaking of fairness, I’m feeling a little a little underappreciated. Goddess like me, I ought to be way larger, don’t I?” Yuffie revealed her card with a flourish, flaunting her Steal in front of Aerith’s faces.

“Ah. It’s gonna be that kind of round, is it?”

“That kind of life, I hope. You don’t think I’ll agree to ever shrink down again, do you?” Yuffie laughed. “Better get used to worshipping me, I’m only growing bigger from here!”

Aerith rolled her eyes, but there was little she could do. She caught Tifa’s gaze for a moment—the latter offering a sympathetic smile and a shrug—before the card took effect and made all four of her dwindle, fueling Yuffie’s power-trip with 24,807 kilometers in one cunt-flooding growth spurt.

“Mh, that hit the spot,” Yuffie crooned, taking a moment to run her hands down her now incredibly fat, rounded ass. “Looks better on me, doesn’t it?”

Aerith, reduced to a third of Yuffie’s size—the perfect size for admiring her breathtaking hips and thighs—refused to address the question. Instead, she pulled out a card of her own. 

“Three guesses as to who I won’t spend this Charity on?”

“Oh,” Tifa said, perking up. “Do I get to compete again?” 

“C’mon, Aerith. Don’t be like that.” Yuffie grinned down at her smaller opponents, arms crossed under her gigantic rack. “You can’t give up on our Anti-Tifa alliance so quickly.”

“Looks like you already did,” Tifa said. “Besides, Aerith, I got a Bet coming up. If you give me that Charity, I’ll give you a chance to win your size back.”

Aerith considered Tifa with a raised eyebrow. “Deal,” she said—and let Tifa experience the power of her cloned cards, as four separate Charities now took effect at once.

“Oh, heavens…” Though Tifa tried to keep her calm, there was nothing she could do to stop the freight train of an orgasm that struck here then. Her knees buckled, her breathing went crazy, and her hips thrust up towards the sky as her growthgasm carried her upwards. Her deluge of pussy juice flooded the whole planet before she had even outgrown it, but outgrow it she did—just about, as her 12,352 km of height reached the diameter of the celestial sphere; now thoroughly marked by the scent of her cunt. Panting, she picked herself up, forced to straddle the planet, hugging her clone closely for lack of space.

“And don’t tell me I never did anything for you,” Aerith commented, watching her antics with amusement.

“I won’t forget it,” Tifa promised. “And my part of the bargain. The bet.”

“God, I wish I could steal that too,” Yuffie mused. “Ah, what could have been.”

The silver coin materialized in Tifa’s hand yet again; and in the hand of her clone. “Heads. Best of luck,” she told Aerith, and flipped it. The coin spun through space, stopped, and came back down to her hand despite the lack of regular gravity.

Both showed Tails.

“Good girl,” Aerith purred, her smile growing as her body prepared to do the same.

“I really wish I could’ve stolen that,” Yuffie muttered.

“Ah, well. What can you do?” Tifa gave a simple shrug, as if she’d lost a few bucks on a lottery scratcher. Despite being so far behind, Yuffie was clearly the one worried about Aerith’s impending elevation. And she did have cause for it; after all, with two wins, Aerith was set to put her into her place and more.

The four flower girls surrounded Yuffie, already rising taller. “Let this be a lesson for you. If you’re going to steal—be sure you can stay on top.” As she spoke, she tripled in size, eye to eye with Yuffie once more—before she grew three times bigger than that, reducing the ninja to the same ‘just knee high’ stature that she had been confined to. And with that, the four Aeriths turned as one body and smothering Yuffie utterly between her huge, perfect backsides.

“Stop! Wait! Four on one isn’t fair!” Yuffie cried, between face-fulls of Aerith’s ass.

“Yes, fair. Let’s talk about fair,” Aerith said sternly, giving little moans and gasps as her cunts hosed her captive down in girlcum at the lightest touch. “Let’s take a long time and discuss what’s fair.”

“Well. It’s not my cards,” Tifa said, giving her ‘oh shucks’ shrug again. She turned over the Bad Luck, Major. “I guess I’m just giving away all my growth this round.”

“I’ll certainly not turn that down. Guess you were serious about paying me back for the help,” Aerith said, her rumbling moans only growing in volume and bass as her more than 200,000 km figure exploded upwards, doubling again—and again, as Tifa’s clone reluctantly followed suit.

“This is not that helpful!” Yuffie gasped, struggling to free herself from the domineering foursome. She got bigger, sure, but not at all relative to Aerith, who kept her locked in tight.

“Fair enough. This card make you feel better?” Tifa flipped around Better on Me. At a suggestive look from Aerith, she smiled and said, “Hey, I didn’t say my hand was all bad.”

“Not feeling better at all. Bleh!” Yuffie pushed free, gasping for breath. “Damn, give you a little bit of weight and you turn into a goddamn monster.”

“Weight?” Aerith asked with a dangerous glint in her eyes.

“You know damn well what I mean. Now leave off, it’s my turn! Sheesh.” Yuffie wiped her eyes and, still dripping with girlcum, played her card. “Clone! See, I got your cheeky, cheating card too. Was hoping to look a little more triumphant playing it, but—”

The open space twisted beside her and rent asunder. Just like that, her clone appeared.

“—I’m looking forward to take it for a test drive,” both Yuffie said in perfect synchronicity, grinning at each other. “Holy shit, I didn’t realize how curvy I’d grown. I can’t wait to get a better view…”

“You can have another view of me, up close, if you don’t watch out,” Aerith promised. And then Tifa’s sharp set of gasps made her look downwards.

“G-guys,” Tifa stammered, “I feel weird…!”

Aerith frowned. “Oh right, she played Better on me, didn’t she? Tifa’s cloning again.” She widened her eyes. “Oh shit, she played it twice. She’s going to—are you okay, Teef?”

Tifa was and was not okay. Extremely, in both cases. She was wracked by vertigo, her world spinning without any sense of up and down. And on the other hand, she felt strong, free, as if she could do anything. Her mind expanded, devoid of all limits, before solidifying into not two, not four, but six identical Tifas, all linked under one indomitable will. It left her reeling, a pile of limbs and curves awkwardly wrapped around each other, before her senses returned and she sat up on what little solid ground of the planet was left to her. 

“What a trip,” six Tifas said at once while Aerith and Yuffie exchanged glances.

“That’s a lot of multipliers,” Yuffie whispered.

“It is,” Aerith said. “But what can we do about it?”

“Give her less Charity, for one.”

“Fat chance. Lady Luck has doomed me to help you both.” Aerith sighed. “Here. Bad Luck, again. What are the chances?”

“I’ll take it!” Yuffie said at once. “I’ll take everything you got! Hm, that makes me bigger than you again, huh? Maybe you should really consider how smart it is to piss off the bigger goddess in the future. Maybe I’ll make you live on my clit until you’ve learnt.”

By now, Tifa had recovered enough of her wits to sit up and see the card in Aerith’s hand. “I don’t think so,” she said, slipping a card out of her hand. “I don’t think you need to worry about that at all. Because I’ll take it all.” She played her Redirect as Aerith’s Bad Luck came into effect: changing the fourfold doubling aimed at Yuffie to target herself—along with the fourfold doubling that Aerith’s card already gave her.

“Hey!” Yuffie called. “Don’t be rude!”

“Not trying to be,” Tifa said. “I’d rather be big.”

And she would be. Because with the amount of exponential duplication Aerith was throwing around, even someone as far behind as Tifa, a mere 12,000 km of height in the shadow of Yuffie and Aeriths’ many thousands, doubling eight times in a row was enough to make her soar past even the towering flower girl. The sensation was incredible—and, experiencing it six times over, Tifa was cumming non-stop, pumping femcum and milk into the void of space as if she intended to fill it to completion with her copious juices.

“Fuuuck…” she gasped, barely cognisant. Space stretched out around her, an endless expanse of stars. And… little else. Tifa blinked. “Guys? Are you there?”

“Down here,” Aerith said, not without some amusement despite the shock of being so rapidly outgrown. She measured nearly 900,000 kilometers from head to toe, approaching the size of a sun—and yet she didn’t hold a candle to the ultra-stacked Tifa, looming high at 3 million km tall.

“Oh. Sorry,” Tifa said sheepishly. “Didn’t see.”

“I bet. That was quite the growth spurt, Teef.”

“Shouldn’t have given her that Charity,” Yuffie repeated. “This is stupid!”

“Shouldn’t have let her get more clones,” Aerith replied. “And yet here we are. The view is nice, at least.”

“I hope you’re sincere,” Tifa said. “Because I’ve got more cards to play.”

“Ugh.” Yuffie rolled her eyes.

Aerith, on the other hand, simply laughed. “Lay ‘em on us, big girl. What’ve you got?”

“Well, for starters…” Tifa revealed her own Steal—the version taking size from both other players.

“You were sitting on that one all this time?” Yuffie pointed an accusatory finger at the throng of Tifas—not that they could see her below their boobs without bending over to look.

“It seemed the right thing to do. Let you guys grow big and juicy before striking.” Tifa gave a guilty look.

“See? Something for you to learn from,” Aerith said.

“You shut up! She’s just being super lucky!”

“Maybe I am”, Tifa said. “But at least I’m huge.” With nothing to stop her, she triggered her Steal—and to the mounting chagrin of Yuffie, and Aerith, even if she hid it better, so did Tifa’s clones. She took half of their total size. Then she took half of what remained. And of that. And of that. Until every Tifa had taken her slice and distributed their plunder amongst her growing hivemind.

The results were astounding. Tifa, for her part, grew larger, of course, though not nearly as much as she might have before her last doubling. She merely went from three to four million kilometers, barely managing to add an extra 50%. Her competitors, on the other hand, were drained of everything they had. The sun-sized Aerith, a monolithic beauty beyond compare, dwindled all the way back down to the size of a planet, while Yuffie, pitifully, collapsed on the ragged, unstable sphere, sinking back down into the sea of girlcum that Tifa had left before leaving it behind. Not since the start of the game had the differences been so stark, with Tifa now, once again, thousandfold larger than Yuffie. And there was six of her, eager to boost her own magnificence further.

So she did.

“And for my last card—”

“Last card? How does she keep having more cards?” Yuffie gasped, trembling.

“—I’ll play Growth.”

There is no sound in space; and yet the booming thunder was unmistakable, as the six identical omni-goddesses drew their cards and placed them together over the planet, casting it in shadow. And the magic deck obeyed her will.

“Bigger,” Tifa murmured as the mind-melting sensations overtook her. The sun dwindled, disappearing into her shadow. “Bigger,” her voice echoed among the stars, a mantra that would not be denied. Her form stretched, her curves grew, and her clones joined in lusty embraces as her cunts squirted new constellations into being. And with a final command, a cry of need that was as desperate as it was powerful, Tifa’s bodies filled the entire solar system, culminating her unfathomable ascension with their shared mantra, shouting, “Bigger!”

“Welp,” Aerith said, clinging to the planet as it whirled around the astronomical shapes of Tifa. “We’re not beating that.”

“That’s the game,” Yuffie concurred. She looked shell shocked, a woman newly returned from war. But she would recover in time. She always did. 

There was, after all, always the next game.

***

Final Score:

Yuffie: 4,7949 km

Aerith: 13,954 km

Tifa: 284,185,152 km