Growth Cards 1 - Round 2

Vote for your card choices below. You can vote for as many options as you want. Top two for each girl gets picked. (If you want to suggest targets ("Yuffie uses Steal on Tifa"), suggest it in comments.

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Yuffie dealt five cards to each and picked up her own, making sure to ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ appropriately as she decided her strategy. Aerith made a similar face, inspecting her cards in silence, while Tifa’s was left to frown at her hand, as if hoping the text might better explain itself if she kept on staring.

“So…” Tifa started cautiously, “how do I—”

“Easy,” Yuffie interjected. “I’ll show you, Tifa. You pick a card, you play it… And then you watch the fireworks.” She slapped her card down on the table, face-up, and smirked at Aerith. “Read it and weep.”

“Growth, Major…” Aerith read out. “Are you sure these are shuffled? Like, actually shuffled, not Yuffie shuffled?”

“Shuffled or not, here it comes,” the young kunochi laughed, steadying herself against the table in preparation as her lithe form suddenly rocked forwards and upwards in a rising surge of growth. “Oh, fuck, I didn’t think it’d feel this good,” she laughed, not even bothering to hide her moan or the rosy blush on her face. Though, to be fair, her fellow players had more pressing concerns; such as the sudden jerk of the table as Yuffie’s knees collided with the top, sending it tilting before she let herself fall back to sit on the floor - and even then her legs now surpassed the length of it, her feet kicking at Aerith and Tifa’s chairs.

“Holy cow—Yuffie, watch the damn ceiling!” Tifa called, automatically going back into Bouncer-mode at the thought of the impending damage to her bar.

“Yeah, no, the ceiling was gone the moment we started this game.” Aerith smiled reassuringly at Tifa. “It’s alright, we’ll fix it after. We just have to catch up to this little ninja…”

“Little? Hah!” the now five meter tall Yuffie said, her booming voice filling the room. “I’d like to see you try, little flower girl!”

“I just might,” Aerith said, picking her card and immediately turning to Tifa. “I’ve got a proposition. I play this little card here on the two of us,” she put down a Sharing is Caring, “and you play something nice to make us catch up to the brat.”

“Oh. I can do that. I think,” Tifa said, looking down into her cards.”Yes! Here, I got a Major Growth as well.”

“Excellent,” Aerith said, her sly smile widening into a proper grin as the tingly sensation spread through her. “I knew I was right to trust you.”

Yuffie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. You’re so smart. Let’s move it along!”

“No need to waste good growth,” Tifa said, shuddering as her body enlarged. “Mmh…” She had ever been infamous for her looks, and even Yuffie, despite her eagerness to win, couldn’t resist taking the time to see her rise up into the air, her tank top growing tighter around her enormous, shapely breasts. She stayed clothed, like the rest, but her figure definitely grew more dramatic than before. Aerith experienced a similar transformation, her exposed cleavage deepening, while her hips widened and made her dress cling tightly to her sides. And both women followed Yuffie’s example, abandoning their chairs, as they reached the same triply-tall stature of just around 5 meters tall, giantesses to anyone but themselves. The Seventh’s Heaven would clear not fit them for long.

“There? You ready? Or do I need to give you time to finger yourself to completion?” Yuffie said.

“I’m good,” Aerith replied, without a trace of sarcasm. “You go for it. Good luck!”

“Luck? Hah. I don’t need luck. I’ve got this.” Yuffie drew her (magically enlarged) card and gave them both a provocative smirk. Better on Me, it read.

“Ah. That could be a problem,” Aerith said.

“Why?” Tifa asked. “Is that a good one?” 

“It’s a very good one,” Yuffie said. “Great, even, depending on what the next player has. Judging from Aerith’s expression, she’s got something nice on her hand.”

“Well…” The flower girl shrugged. “I guess there’s no way around it.” She showed her card: Minor Bet. “I was just going to bet with you, Tifa, so that my Sharing is Caring would ensure we both win. But now little Miss Materia is going to benefit from it anyway.”

“Can’t believe you’d try to pull a trick on me,” Yuffie laughed. “I could’ve told you that it wouldn’t end well. Now do your bet and give me what’s mine!”

Tifa frowned. “Does it really matter if you flip a coin or not? We’ll share the effect either way, right?”

“Yeah, I guess it’s just for the spirit of the thing. Better watch your head.” Aerith gave a little laugh. “We’re about to go building-sized.”

So she did, and so they did. Aerith triggered her bet with Tifa, earning them both a x3 Growth through the power of Sharing is Caring… But, in the process, gave Yuffie a x6 from her card effect. The result was a severely outgrown bar room, as each woman went from merely mini- to proper giantess, smashing through the structure like it was made of tissue paper. They popped out into the open, five stories tall—with Yuffie at twice that, 30 meters from head to toe all. And now even Yuffie was getting in on the additional enhancements, as the petite girl was clearly growing curvier; most notably in her thighs and ass (flattening the remains of the Seventh Heaven as it did), but even her top grew to, if not challenge Tifa’s bust, then at least stake her claim.

“Here we fucking go,” Yuffie hollered, letting the whole sector know about her new stature as she got to her feet and loomed over her friends. “Do you feel as good as I do? Gods, I’ve wondered why giantesses always get naked and fuck the first phallic dildo they see. I really get that now. Mmh.”

“Please don’t take it out on the undercity,” Tifa said. “At least save that for Shinra.”

“I guess they do have those nice uniforms. Yeah, I’ll think about it,” Yuffie said.

“Steady, girls. We’re only in round two. There’s lots more to go.”

“Yeah. Maybe I over-tuned the cards a little bit,” Yuffie admitted. “I didn’t think we’d get this big, this fast. But I don’t hear anybody complaining.”

“Maybe Cloud will,” Tifa suggested. “Once he finds out.”

“He’ll complain, alright. But he’ll love it.” Aerith giggled. “Now, take your turn so we can get some new cards!”

“Oh, right,” Tifa said. “Sorry. Here. This is okay, right?” She placed her now comically oversized card on the wreckage of the building: Major Growth.

“Damn, Teef. You just keep on going,” Aerith said.

“Well, I try…” the brunette admitted with a shy sort of pride. Not shy enough to stop herself from gasping in sudden pleasure, however, as the card worked its magic on her. She rubbed her thick, powerful thighs together, shuddering with a mini-orgasm, as her size piled on and on in unsteady, pulsing spurts that saw her rising past Yuffie, finally leaving the 45 m tall Tifa towering above both of her friends (and giving the rest of the neighborhood one hell of an upskirt view of her wet cotton panties).

“Jeez! And here I thought I was in the lead for sure. It’s always the fucking shy ones, I tell you…” Yuffie shook her head.

“Then it’s time to show us that you’re as good as you claim,” Aerith said, smiling slyly at the ninja. “Deal us some cards and let's outgrow her!”

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Score:
Yuffie: 30 m
Aerith: 15 m
Tifa: 45 m