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A great plume of flame and smoke rose from a thick forest, the burned remains of many trees spread flat in a perfect circle around the blast radius. Dotted among the fallen foliage were red-hot pieces of shrapnel as well as burning chunks of scrap metal. Smaller burn marks littered the area like scars. In the middle of the devastation, the smoldering remains of a sizable tank lay on its side. The metal husk was charred and blackened throughout, with some of the thinner parts of the armored vehicle having melted completely. A young woman was slumped over the tank’s entry hatch, her uniform burnt in several places, and her blue hair blackened with soot. A few droplets of molten metal fell from the melted plating above her, scorching a hole through one of the red stripes on her uniform.

The woman woke with a cry of pain as the liquid metal seared her flesh. After clawing at her side for a few seconds, she was able to fling the burning substance away, although it was at the price of burning her fingers as well. As soon as the substance was gone, she started sucking on the burned digits in a vain attempt to soothe them. It was at this point that she finally started registering the burnt and blasted nature of her surroundings. All around her, the forest was in ruins. Not a single tree standing, not an animal in sight, and especially no people.

Wait, no people? Where was her squad, her family? The woman heaved herself out of the hatch, only to feel a sharp pain in her chest upon doing so. The pain caused her to suck in a breath, which resulted in a second stabbing sensation. The woman realized that she had at least one pair of cracked ribs, possibly more. It took the woman several tries to rise to her feet after she was out of the tank, as her legs were quite bruised from laying against a ladder for an unknown length of time. When she finally gained her footing, she slowly circled around to the other side of the tank, only to have her hopes crushed when she didn’t see any people there either. Had her friends been burned to ash by whatever new Ragnite weapon the Edelweiss had been hit with? Or had they been dragged away as prisoners by whoever had ambushed them?

Another glance around the wreckage turned up no sign of someone leaving, so if anyone had taken her squad away, they had covered their tracks. The woman sighed loudly before reaching into her pocket for a compass, which bore a fresh spiderweb of cracks on its surface. Not good, but it was all she had since the map had doubtlessly been turned into smoke on the breeze.

“Well Isara,” the woman mumbled to herself, “There’s nothing else you can do here, so you had better get moving.”

With that, Isara turned east, steeled herself for the three-day long march back to the base her team had been deployed from and walked into the woods. The trek hadn’t looked particularly hard from the comfort of her tank, but now that she was on foot and wounded on top of being forced to avoid the main path for fear of a second ambush, it was more hellish than an entire month at boot camp. The dozens of shallow crevices formed by a recent quake were wider than she dared to jump with her battered legs, so she had to lower herself into and then climb out of each one, straining her arms and putting far too much pressure on her ribs. By the time she had climbed out of the eighth fissure, she had started to seriously entertain the thought of walking along the path her squad’s vehicles had used, follow up ambush be damned.

When the sun disappeared beneath the horizon, Isara was forced to halt her lonely march. Everything hurt now. Her arms hurt from pulling herself over so many ledges, her legs ached from walking, her chest burned with both the pain from her ribs, as well as general exertion, and her face was sore from the numerous times she had tripped thanks to a protruding rock or root and failed to catch herself. The black parts of her uniform had turned grey from wading in the dirty water that had pooled in the fissures thanks to heavy rain from a few days ago, while the blue and red stripes were smeared with mud from the ledges. Isara was so cold, tired, and otherwise miserable that she didn’t even bother making a proper shelter for herself. She simply sat down against the widest tree she could find and passed out, without even a blanket of branches to shelter or conceal herself.

When the first rays of the morning sun danced across Isara’s eyes, the young tank driver yawned and stretched her arms outwards, the peaceful ambiance of the forest making her temporarily forget her situation. Unfortunately, her injuries were quick to remind her of her predicament when she stretched a bit too far and aggravated her ribs. The sharp pain dispelled the quiet moment and brought reality crashing back down on Isara like a sack of bricks. Gritting her teeth to stop from crying out, she rose shakily to her feet and began walking again, pulling a slightly burnt ration bar from her pack as she did so.

The next four hours of Isara’s march were nearly identical to that of the day before, except that the ground was slowly becoming rockier, and pebbles would occasionally slip inside her boots, causing her feet even more discomfort while she tried to rid herself of the loose stones. As the sun neared its zenith, Isara caught a glimpse of grey between the trees. Perking up at the sight of something besides trees and dirt, Isara crept towards the unnatural splash of slate-like color. As she got closer, she began to hear whispers, as well as what she swore was the rumbling of an engine. Pulling back the last of the brush in front of her, Isara found herself staring at the back of a large tent made of slate-colored canvas. The voices were much louder now, and there were at least two engines purring softly. Isara peered around the corner of the tent, pulling back after a quick glance, her heart sinking at what she had seen. Dozens of tents with grey and black camouflage patterns were packed into a section of forest that had been clear-cut. Three trucks were parked at the far side of the clearing, along with two trailers with barred windows, and what appeared to be some sort of mortar cannon with Ragnite-fueled generators built into the sides, all slapped on a wheeled chassis to make some sort of portable artillery piece. Worst of all, on every tent, vehicle, and crate that Isara could see, the two-headed eagle crest of the Imperial Alliance was stamped in black. She had stumbled into some form of a forward camp, and the mortar was quite likely to be the weapon that had devastated her squad.

Isara’s first reaction was to turn and run, as being captured in an Imperial camp would mean certain death for her, but an ill-timed hunger pang reminded her that she had next to nothing in the way of supplies. She had no choice but to sneak into the camp to attempt to steal food and medical supplies. Peering back out from behind the tent, Isara began to watch the soldiers in the camp. It took thirty minutes for Isara to figure out the patrol patterns for the guards she could see weaving between the tents. When she felt that she had observed all that she could from her position, she took as deep a breath as she could without irritating her ribs, and darted into the camp. After slipping between a row of more luxurious tents that were doubtlessly for the ranking officers, Isara slowed her pace to match the speed the guards had been walking at, hoping to avoid getting too close to the patrol that was somewhere ahead of her.

Eventually, Isara’s path took her out of the officers’ tents and behind the largest tent in the camp, which was the mess hall if the meaty aroma wafting out of it was anything to judge by. Isara’s stomach rumbled, but she ignored it and dashed towards the back of the camp, where a structure made of interlocking cubes of thick, black plastic stood between another dozen tents. Steeling her nerves, she made the final sprint to the bunker’s door.

Just as Isara reached for the door handle, the crack of gunfire rang out three times. Isara’s body jerked and froze, but the pain and the blackness never came. Another set of shots sounded, and Isara slowly turned towards the source of the noise. A few soldiers were standing a short distance to her right and had their weapons aimed at paper targets nailed to some of the trees. Isara nearly broke down into hysterical laughter on the spot. Of course, there would be some form of shooting range at a military camp. She had flinched out of pure nervousness, nothing more. Opening the door in front of her, the wounded rebel slipped inside.

The inside of the supply bunker was much more chaotic than Isara had expected, with supply crates being stacked sloppily, almost haphazardly around the interior. The only thing that was easily identifiable was a rack of backpacks and a pile of spare bags next to the door. Underneath each of the backpacks, Isara found a folded bundle of a rubbery, cloth-like material Quickly unfolding one of the bundles, she discovered that it was a solid black bodysuit with a line of white, magnetized buttons down the middle, with a line of white colored material on either side of the buttons. Inside the suit, she could see some sort of grey plates across the chest area, and the outside portion of the chest had a cloth belt with a buckle shaped like the Imperial sigil. Despite the feeling of uncleanliness that came from simply looking at the mark of the tyrannical faction, Isara was quite eager to get out of her uniform, which was more dirt and blood than cloth at this point.

After slipping into the new suit and grabbing three extra bags, Isara began to rummage around the room as quietly as she could. She found a crate of ration bars on the top of one of the smaller stacks of crates after a few minutes and had four of the normally tasteless bars crammed into her mouth before she had even thought of putting some in her bag. After swallowing her stolen meal, Isara shoved three entire boxes of the protein bars into her newly acquired backpack, as she had no intention of going hungry again on her trek home.

Finding medical supplies in the bunker was much harder than scrounging for food. It took Isara a good ten minutes, as well as three nearly toppled towers of crates before she was able to spot the telltale red cross that all medical field kits bore. Upon cracking open one of the kits, Isara was delighted to find several burn creams, antiseptic sprays, and moleskin bandages to treat her burned and blistered legs. Unfortunately, the only painkillers in the kit were far too weak to make a difference to her broken ribs, and there was no way to treat those without a surgeon to do the job. Still, with food and medical supplies acquired, things were looking up for her. All she needed to do was find a weapon and then sneak out of the camp with her loot. Unfortunately, it took twenty heart-pounding minutes for Isara to find a small box of pistols. Satisfied with her haul, Isara turned to leave the supply stash, and was halfway through the door when something caught her eye. The top crate of one of the smaller chest height stacks had a black stamp that proudly declared the box to be full of grenade launchers.

Now Isara had always had an affinity for heavier weapons. After all, she was a tank driver, and those were some of the heaviest weapons around, capable of crushing enemies with their sheer bulk in addition to their powerful armaments. So it was no wonder that in her time of desperation, Isara didn’t feel like a pair of pistols was nearly enough protection. With that in mind, she raised her arms to the underside of the crate and lifted. Unfortunately, something inside the box shifted as soon as she picked it up, throwing her off balance. The box’s momentum spun Isara around in a wobbly circle before crashing into one of the taller makeshift towers and falling to the ground. A creaking noise came from above, and Isara looked up just in time to see a grey, metal crate falling towards her. She didn’t even have time to scream before the crate wedged itself against a neighboring pile, which caused its contents to burst out of the bottom, sending a hail of glass shards and glowing white crystals towards Isara.

A series of sickening squelches reached Isara’s ears as each of the projectiles cut deeply into her own flesh. Pain screeched through her nerves from the places she had been hit, but the rest of her body went numb and cold. The world tilted around her, and it wasn’t until a dull thump reached her ears that she realized she had fallen over. With black spots swimming in her vision, Isara looked up at the crate that had fallen. The lid and floor of the box had been polished to a mirror finish. In the reflection Isara saw a dozen glass shards stabbed into her chest and arms as well as five glowing crystals of purified Ragnite, which highlighted a pool of blood near her mouth that she hadn’t felt herself cough up. Leaning up slightly, Isara poked one of the crystals, wincing as blood spurted from around the wound. As strength continued to leave her body, Isara slumped the rest of the way to the floor. As the blackness began to overtake her, she could swear that the crystals were getting brighter.

Just as Isara’s eyes drooped closed, she felt a tremendous heat flood through her, filling every inch of her body what felt like liquid light. Her eyes shot open, and she saw that the crystals were glowing as bright as the plasma blasts they were used to produce. As she stared at the precious minerals, she heard a dripping sound coming from her right arm. Tilting her head, she saw that the shard of glass in her arm was literally melting away, leaving behind healthy, white skin that looked as if it had never been punctured. Even as she watched, all of her bruises and cuts faded away, while the severed fibers of her uniform fused back together.

Isara then felt the energy from the crystals coalesce near her stomach before it started pulsing rapidly, the sensation of fullness growing more intense with each pulse as the energy sought to escape her body. Her body began to stretch and distend as it desperately tried to make room for an energy it was never meant to contain. In a matter of seconds, her toned stomach morphed into a huge boulder of flesh, spilling over the waistband of her new suit to rest on top of her legs. Those legs quickly bulged outwards until they were wider than tank shells, with thick rolls forming on top of her knees. Her hips flared out more than a foot in each direction and her butt expanded into a wide shelf of fat, shredding her panties instantly. Her breasts changed from slim hills of muscle into orbs of dough larger than her head, snapping her bra like a rubber band inside her suit. Her arms doubled in width, and her face rounded with the addition of an extra chin and two wobbly cheeks. In an instant, her fighting fit figure had been replaced with a blanket of wobbling gelatin.

Isara was left panting on the ground from her miraculous healing. The combination of adrenaline and Ragnite coursing through her veins let her stand up despite her new size. Leaning down to pick up her dropped pistols and backpack was substantially more difficult, as her new belly kept bumping the objects away when she reached for them. After she finally adjusted to her new center of gravity, Isara was able to retrieve her weapons. Through a small window on the bunker’s door, Isara could see a soldier heading straight for the bunker, no doubt intending to investigate the light show she had inadvertently caused. The young rebel moved to the side just in time for the door to swing inwards and hide her bulky frame behind it as the soldier walked in.

One pistol hilt to the side of the head later, the soldier was on the ground in an unconscious heap. Isara slowly dragged the soldier’s body behind the door to make sure it was well concealed and then slipped out of the door, her butt bouncing lightly as it brushed against the door frame. Pulling out her compass to orient herself, Isara waddled out of the camp towards the main path. Several panic-filled minutes later and Isara was once again within a stone’s throw of the road, but deep enough in the greenery that only a particularly sharp set of eyes would be able to spot her. Unfortunately, getting back within a comfortable distance of the path didn’t end Isara’s problems.

Now that she was no longer in immediate danger of getting caught, Isara was coming down from her adrenaline high and was starting to feel the full weight of her new body. Her legs began to quiver, the sudden task of carrying four times more weight than usual straining them severely. Her new belly was shifting her center of gravity with every bounce and sway, as well as smashing against her legs, which prevented her from taking longer steps. The swaying of her shelf-like butt compounded her balance issue to the point of causing her to topple over several times. Each fall was followed by several failed attempts to stand back up, her pudgy hands sinking into the soft sphere of belly fat rather than gaining purchase on the ground that she could usually reach.

Even worse than the impracticality of her new body was the embarrassment Isara felt. Even though she was all alone, she still felt like the eyes of every creature in the forest were watching her, appraising the overstuffed and clumsy prey that had wandered into the woods. Every time her butt bumped against a tree seemed to be accompanied by the mocking chatter of birds, and every time her breasts bounced into her face Isara would swear she could hear the snickering of a raccoon. Yet there were aspects of her new size Isara couldn’t help but enjoy. Her breasts would only hit her face because she couldn’t stop admiring the huge globes as they bounced, nor stop thinking about how much better they looked than the barely existent hills that used to occupy her chest. The way her legs rubbed together and her arms bumped against her belly as they swung was annoying, but at the same time, the soft impacts caused a pleasant splash of warmth in those areas. The same warmth was coming from the areas where the suit dug into her skin, despite the painful sensation that Isara could only describe as feeling like an overstretched rubber band was wrapped around her entire body.

Isara was so distracted by her new body that she failed to notice the wall of rock looming in front of her until she walked into it, her stomach causing her to bounce backward and land on her rear. Slightly dazed, the squishy soldier looked up and saw that the opening of a cave a few feet away from her, buried in the side of the hill she had just run into. Naturally curious about the possible shelter, Isara waddled over to the mouth of the cave and peered inside. Scattered around the blackness, dozens of small shapes glowed a dim blue, pulsing gently every few seconds. Her curiosity fully piqued now, Isara entered the cave. As she moved forwards, the shapes slowly came into focus until they were identifiable as translucent blue crystals.

“Ragnite,” Isara whispered as she released a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding in.

Isara couldn’t help but look around in awe at the treasure trove she had walked into. Unrefined Ragnite deposits were easily twice as rare as gold, and in far higher demand due to its use as fuel. Just collecting the crystals she could see would set Isara up for life if she chose to sell them on her own. Of course, Isara’s interest in the Ragnite didn’t have anything to do with personal wealth. The possibility that she focused on was that if she brought all of the crystals she could find back to base, the Gallian army might approve a mission to rescue her squad if one of their spies in the many Imperial prisons found them.

With that thought in mind, Isara took out one of the spare bags she had grabbed and turned it inside out. Wary of touching the crystals with her bare skin after the day’s events, she used the bag as a makeshift glove to break off the closest crystal and place it into one of the other bags. Isara then proceeded to work her way into the cave, breaking each crystal as close to the wall as possible to get as much of the valuable mineral as she could. Alas, all of her carefulness was for nothing, as when a particularly sturdy crystal refused to snap, Isara was so focused on her task that she walked past it as of she was still the slender woman she had been the day before. One of her beachball-sized butt cheeks immediately impacted against the Ragnite crystal, driving its tip through the suit covering her rear and piercing the soft flesh. Isara gasped in pain as the crystal stabbed her, and was about to reach back to pull herself off the crystal when a familiar flash of heat surged through her from where she had been impaled.

The creaking of fabric reached Isara’s ears as her butt flared out several inches. A dull wobbling noise accompanied this when her gut bulged outwards. Pain burned in her chest as the suit’s buckle dug into her breasts as a result of them adding another two cup sizes. Her arms raised by a few degrees and her legs spread further apart as they ballooned with new fat. When Isara glanced backward, she saw the crystal that had poked her turn a dull grey before crumbling into dust, the hole in her suit and butt sealing themselves as if they had never existed.

Despite the suddenly present danger of growing even larger than she already was, Isara was determined to gather as many crystals as she could. Of course, since her balance had been thrown off once again by the new weight, it took barely five minutes for Isara to end up with a crystal embedded in her belly. Her situation continued to snowball and Isara quickly reached the point that each surge of growth would cause her blubbery form to immediately come into contact with another crystal, causing her curves and rolls to bulge even further outwards. Isara was forced to abandon her task and began waddling towards the cave entrance, desperate to get out before her skyrocketing weight pinned her to the floor. When the cavern mouth was just a few feet in front of her, she tensed what little muscle was left in her legs and jumped for it.

With a loud “SCHLURP!” that echoed through the forest, Isara’s butt became wedged between the walls of the cave, causing her breasts and belly to bounce wildly as they absorbed all of the forward momentum. Isara’s field of vision was temporarily blotted out as her breasts rose higher than her head. When the juggling finally ceased, Isara drank in her new appearance with morbid fascination. Her breasts had each grown larger than a box of machine gun ammunition and their weight had formed a depression in the part of her belly that was holding them up. Said belly was now so bulbous that it reached the forest floor even while Isara was partially suspended by the rocks, and the bed-sized mass of blubber would have been tickled by the grass if not for her suit. Isara couldn’t even see her butt due to her position, but it felt at least as embarrassingly engorged as her belly. Even worse, a harsh white light was shining through the suit that had long ago become a transparent second skin. Beneath the suit, Isara’s breasts and belly looked like they had giant lightbulbs glowing inside them, and her butt was doubtlessly the same. Isara began to panic when she realized that between the glow she was shedding and the cave’s position relative to the road, she was almost guaranteed to be captured by the Imperial forces that were certain to be searching for the person who had looted their storage bunker.

In her panic, Isara began to thrash as she tried to get any sort of purchase to push herself through. Since the hapless tank pilot was wider than she was tall, all this accomplished was to beat a pair of legs wider than small missiles against her belly, and a pair of arms as wide as truck tires against her breasts. Isara’s vain efforts to free herself continued for only a minute or two before the bluette was completely exhausted, due largely to just how much effort it took to even move her swollen limbs now, as well as to the bursts of pain caused by her suit digging nearly six inches into her flesh at the sleeves, neck, and buckles. Isara couldn’t think of a way to get herself out of her predicament, and her head drooped nearly to the point of resting on her breasts when she realized just how stuck she was.

As Isara started to envision all of the horrible tortures and experiments she would be subjected to once she was captured, her imagination ran wild until a vivid scene of her captivity had been conjured. In the middle of a room full of cruel machinery and people wearing sterile white lab coats, an absolutely gargantuan version of herself sat on the floor, completely immobilized by her own size. A belly the size of the Edelweiss spread more than ten feet across the white tiled floors, while a thick tube protruding from her navel sucked out a glowing white fluid. Behind her, two equally gigantic spheres of ass fat stretched behind her, nearly reaching the far wall with their vast expanse of flesh. On top of her belly, a pair of breasts each the size of a small car rose and fell with her breathing, while a smaller tube attached to each of her nipples carried away more of the luminous liquid. Her arms and legs were each as wide as a bed and lay uselessly at her sides, unable to scratch even the closest of itches. A thick ring of blubber surrounded her neck, and her cheeks were so large that they nearly pushed against a tube full of what appeared to be ground up Ragnite that was pressed between her dream self’s lips. The flood of blue crystal chunks was strong enough that her imagined copy had to gulp the crystals down constantly just to breathe, causing her to frequently grunt like a pig at a trough while she grew visibly fatter by the second as refined fuel was pumped out of her breasts and belly. Worst of all, it was quite apparent that none of the scientists monitoring her were more than willing to let any passing soldiers do as they wished with her as long as her functionality as a living reactor was unimpeded. Isara couldn’t help but imagine herself being used over and over and over again by burly soldiers for hours on end.

Isara was only torn away from her morbid vision when a loud crack sounded and a shower of stone chips fell onto her belly. A skittering line of cracks suddenly spread around the mouth of the cave in a matter of seconds, and the entire frame of rock Isara was trapped in crumbled apart and crashed to the ground, leaving Isara stranded on her back amidst the rubble. After a bit of wild arm flailing and a few embarrassing moments where she had to rock back and forth like a turtle, Isara was able to stand upright once again. However, her success was short-lived, as her struggling had so thoroughly drained her that she barely made it forty feet from the cave before leaning against a tree for support as she gasped for breath. Unable to even reach her pack for a snack due to her size, Isara could only huff and pant against the tree.

Unfortunately, Isara would have no time to catch her breath as she saw the flicker of half a dozen flashlights among the trees. Unable to muster the energy to move her pillar-like legs, Isara was about to panic again when she remembered the burst of energy she had felt with each crystal that had poked her in the cave. Despite her reluctance to fatten herself even larger than she already was, Isara knew she had no choice, and pulled a Ragnite crystal from one of the pouches she had placed in her cleavage. Closing her eyes, Isara jammed the crystal into her belly, piercing her own flesh in order to receive the burst of energy she desperately needed. As her body widened even further and her belly reached the ground, energy flooded Isara’s limbs, allowing her to start waddling away from the cave.

For two hours Isara slowly shuffled through the forest, happy to finally be in a section clear of pitfalls and hazards, as she surely couldn’t navigate such things in her current stare. Her happiness was quick to fade when her energy began to dip, the crystal’s energy either expended or stored away in her glowing gut. Isara wanted to lie down and sleep, but she knew she hadn’t gotten nearly far enough from the cave to avoid capture. Thus she timidly drew forth another crystal and pricked herself with it, adding yet another hundred or so pounds to her frame as she carried on. To her disappointment, the second crystal’s effects were noticeably less potent than the first’s, but still Isara moved forward. One hour later, Isara was forced to use another crystal, at this point realizing that she was in an infamous “Stimpack Burnout” cycle similar to those experienced by troops that marched for days on end, and all the while her glow was getting brighter and brighter. Forty-five minutes later, another stab and another burst of energy pushed Isara a little further. With each increase in her weight, Isara’s suit became tighter and more painful, causing her to cry out whenever she attempted to bend her legs farther than what her shuffling gait required.

Eventually, not a single hint of black could be seen on Isara’s suit, as all of the material had been stretched until the original shape of the suit was unrecognizable and the material was completely clear, showing off every inch of Isara’s flab. Isara felt like she was trapped inside a giant balloon that could burst at any second, and she was terrified that it would take her skin with it when it did. As the duration of her supernatural stimpacks dropped below thirty minutes, Isara had reached nearly a third of the size the dream version of herself had been entrapped by. Every movement hurt, but also send trails of pleasant, burning heat through her, mixed so closely together that Isara was having trouble telling the pleasure apart from the agony. Her movements slowed and her tremendous thighs forced her to wobble side-to-side like a parade balloon in order to take a single step,

Just as she began reaching for the last crystal in her first pouch, Isara stumbled into a clearing, and she nearly screamed at what she saw. Just a few feet from her, a truck with the Galian Militia’s symbol on it was overturned, and a female figure in a stained blue and red uniform was lying against it with a piece of metal sticking out of her chest and their eyes barely open. The girl’s pigtails identified her as none other than one of Isara’s squadmates, Alicia, their powerful Valkyria scout and the closest thing Isara had to a big sister. With a burst of energy unmatchable by any crystal, Isara waddled over to her wounded friend. Alicia turned her head towards Isara, and her eyes seemed to glaze slightly as she mumbled to herself.

“Is that... an angel? I didn’t think angels were so big. Maybe that’s why they are so bright, so that no one knows what they look like,” Alicia rambled as she began to slide lower against the truck.

Unable to bend over to pick Alicia up, Isara let herself fall to the ground with a thud. This caused the abused buckle on her suit to finally break free and the metal object was sent whizzing through the forest, where it punched through the trunk of a small tree before coming to rest. Isara gasped as her breasts tore through the transparent material binding them, relieving some of her pain as well as allowing her to breathe much more easily. Determined not to lose her friend just after finding her, Isara began to crawl towards Alicia.

“Huh, this one looks kinda like Isara. I bet she’d think it hilarious that angels have the same color hair as she does,” Alicia said before coughing up blood.

As Alicia’s eyelids closed, Isara was finally able to reach her, covering nearly all of the wounded girl’s body with her breasts and arms. Unable to reach the other pouches of crystals from her position, Isara could think of only one thing to try. She gently squeezed one of her bed-sized breasts, which caused a sizable stream of the glowing white liquid from her dream that she assumed to be a form of refined Ragnite. Hoping against hope that a real Valkyria would be able to heal herself with the crystal’s energy just as she had, Isara guided her leaking nipple into Alicia's mouth, which the unconscious girl reflexively began suckling on while Isara tried her best not to cry out in pleasure. Isara’s heart jumped with joy as Alicia's body began to glow, and the metal bar sticking out of her chest began to melt. She gave her breasts a second squeeze, forcing even more of the energized fluid into Alicia's body. This caused the bar to melt completely, and the hole left behind sealed up along with Alicia’s clothes. However, after that, Alicia began to plump up just as Isara had, albeit to a lesser degree. Still, her friend easily passed the two hundred fifty mark before the excess power faded. The feeling of her best friend's body expanding and softening with fat between Isara's breasts broke her composure, and a moan escaped her lips.

Alicia’s eyes fluttered open, and she seemed to recognize Isara for the first time.

“Isara, when did you become an angel? And how did you get so big? Your pig is gonna be jealous of you,” Alica said, revealing that she was still a bit delirious.

Isara could help it. She burst out laughing despite the pain from her suit. She probably looked just like a gigantic, overstuffed pig with her belly dragging on the ground and her butt raised in the air.

“I’m no angel, but I’m definitely a pig. MOINK!” Isara said before mimicking the noise her pig would often make to humor her friend, “I’m a great big piggy that is so happy you are ok now, MOINK!”

“Well roll over piggy, you look far more comfortable than this car,” Alicia said.

“MOINK! I’ll try, but I’m a very tired pig, and I might not be able to get up,” Isara replied.

Despite her words, Isara was able to roll herself over so that her butt formed a makeshift couch beneath her while her belly and breasts rose and fell with her breathing. Alicia wasted no time in climbing up Isara’s body and nestling herself right between Isara’s belly and the lower half of her breasts before passing out. At the same time, the crash from all of the Ragnite she had injected herself with hit Isara like a sack of bricks, and she passed out as well, her body glowing like a star in the forest around her. Both of the girls began dreaming of getting back home to see all of their friends waiting for them, and there they lay for the rest of the night. Totally exposed to the elements, but safe, at least until the morning. Unbeknownst to either of them, Isara's breasts continued to leak liquid Ragnite, which trickled down her breasts and onto Alicia's sleeping form, slowly fattening the smaller girl pound by pound, and drop by drop.