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Hojo's twisted experiments push Red XIII's body - and mind - beyond natural limits. But when Red XIII starts to pack on the pounds, he learns that maybe being so large isn't all that bad.
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The Weight of Red XIII
By: Jollyguts
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Hojo’s gaunt figure hunched over a gargantuan computer bristling with levers and flashing buttons. Monitors displayed hundreds of his test subjects stuffed and confined in heavily reinforced cages, each under high surveillance. The creatures varied wildly in size and shape - some had been equipped with robotic enhancements, others an amalgamation of different creatures. Rhinos with bird talons, lions bearing the sleek tail of an otter, and other unnatural hybrids stared vacantly from behind thick glass. All sat quietly, sedated by serums to keep them calm and collective.
The mad scientist’s eyes settled on one such creature in particular - one that he had grown especially fond of over the years: Red XIII. A twisted smile grew over his wrinkled, oily face. Rising to his feet, he wandered through an automatic sliding door, his lab coat swinging gleefully behind him. He had a gleeful skip to his step.
Red XIII was covered from head to tail in old scars - remnants of battles long past, from the days he roamed the wild plains of Midgar, and newer scars, earned after he had met Cloud and his faithful companions. He wouldn’t have it any other way, for he sought only peace in this crazy world.
One eye was completely obscured beneath a particularly vicious scar where he tried clawing his way out of the net that trapped him. The human took out his sword and slashed his face. So it goes.
But something about him changed.
He’d gained weight over the last few weeks he had been captured. Quite a lot of it, in fact.
Gone was the gaunt, underfed look of a creature that was constantly on the prowl. Now, his frame looked healthier, fuller - no longer wiry and worn down from years of intense use in the wilds. His sharp face had filled out, softening with two round, almost cheerful cheeks. His gait had widened, his movements slower, more deliberate. There was a calmness to him now… almost a contentment.
He had nearly forgotten where he was.
Red had to remind himself that he was in Hojo’s lab. It should be terrifying, right? But this time… this time was different. He remained cautious, but since he had arrived here, he had nothing but the finest luxuries.
Hojo had been feeding him quite a lot lately, and Red XIII - despite his wisdom - wasn’t about to turn down good food. His meals were rich, surprisingly indulgent, and came in an endless supply with a press of a button on the floor in the corner of his cell. He hadn’t known how hungry he truly was until he had settled into this very cell. And once he started eating, it was quite difficult to stop.
This captivity was… different. Strangely jarring compared to the horror he witnessed the last time he was here. In place of cold metal walls and harsh restraints, his new enclosure was a sanctuary.
He had an entire room to himself, with an overhead of artificial stars twinkling above on a giant screen. It reminded him of Cosmo Canyon, and gave him a false sense of security. There were clusters of plants to replicate his natural home - soft, warm sand spread along the ground, and the room was even equipped with a gym where he could jump from platform to platform, should he wish to stretch his legs.
It was a paradise - far too comfortable for a place born from Hojo’s rotting hands.
The cage door was open, always open, for he was allowed to wander through this room as he so wished. Yet he sat cross-legged. Patient. Calculating. Silent.
Despite the comforts, he was still on edge. His flame tail flicked as he heard the echoes of footsteps from an adjacent room, then a door slid open and closed. A figure approached. He arched his head slowly toward the sound, his single eye half-open inquisitively.
“Greetings, test subject Red-XIII,” came the shrill voice. That chilling voice made Red-XIII claw angrily at the ground. That voice… That voice - it could make anyone filled with bloodlust.
The slimy man creeped in front of Red-XIII’s cage like a disease and eyed him with red-bloodshot eyes as if he were not a being, but as a toy. He was a project.
Red-XIII remained silent, anticipating what horror he may come across next. He clawed at the soft earth beneath him, a low growl rising in his throat. He could pounce the scientist if he wanted to, but there was no way he would make it out of this laboratory alone. Cloud told him to wait, and so he waited. Though… there was a strange warmth lingering in his chest.
It was a fullness in his belly that made movement feel… unnecessary. He was warm. Comfortable. The artificial wind blew softly across his mane, and the scent of fresh fruit and roasted meat wafted in the air.
He hated Hojo. He knew that. He should hate this place. And yet…
He was beginning to forget.
Hojo leaned down, his long fingers curling beneath Red XIII’s chin, and yanked his vision upwards. The contact was cold - nearly dead. Unwelcome, but firm.
“You were always the clever one,” he cooed, voice as slippery as a snake, “choosing to watch and listen instead of bark and howl with that twisted snout of yours. I believe I finally know what I want to do with you.”
Red XIII’s lone, predator eye narrowed as he tracked the mad scientist as he retreated behind his cage. The door slammed shut, and he was trapped.
“W-what are you doing?!” Red XIII snarled. His shoulder banged against the cold metal bars of his cage. The metal bit into his hide, but the door didn’t budge an inch.
From within this entrapment, a mechanical arm whirred to life. It swiveled with precision, lowering toward him. At its tip, a syringe filled with bright red liquid aimed toward Red XIII. He could do nothing to stop it. There was a tiny prick against his haunch, then nothing.
Hojo returned to the front of the cage and ran his pale fingers across the bars. “Curious,” he taunted while adjusting his smudged glasses over the bridge of his greasy nose, “how long you have been trapped in here without your rambunctious friends coming to save you. No Cloud. No Tifa. No Avalanche.” He paused, his voice mocking. “ Perhaps they’ve left their pet behind. Those pesky interlopers need to stay out of my experiments or else!”
“Or else what?” Red XIII’s claws scraped the ground. His voice rumbled with fury.
The mad scientist’s hair drooped over his face and made him look even further deranged. Red XIII backed away as the scientist’s head jolted.
“I think you’ll see for yourself soon enough. Little kitty, I injected you with a serum filled with a behemoth’s DNA.”
“What?!” Red XIII snarled, springing to his feet. His claws slammed against the metal cage with a vicious BANG, rattling the door on its hinges.
Hojo didn’t flinch. He giggled to himself and turned his back, nose high in the air.
“Yes. I believe it is already altering your body. Well…” He hesitated, just long enough for a flicker of fear to pass through his eyes as Red XIII glared at him. Red XIII was growing wild, hungry.
Gulping, Hojo waved his hand. “I shall be off! Ta, ta!”
Red XIII threw himself against the cell door so hard that a sickening pop of his bones echoed through the silent chamber. “Wait!” he roared, clawing scraping madly at the door again and again.
Hojo gave a sway of his hips before the electronic door zipped closed and locked. Red XIII shivered as the door to his cage opened again.
Red XIII froze, the hairs along his spine rising. The cold, sterile air of Hojo’s lab felt suffocating. His pupils shrank as a strange heat bloomed deep within his core. His chest and muscles ignited like embers dancing in his veins.
Then it surged.
It started in his arms: a tingling burn. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, each pulse sending a radiating wave of warmth. His body was building something new at an unnatural, rapid speed. His muscles twitched. Tightened. Relaxed. Twitched. Tightened. Relaxed.
He staggered against the walls of the lab. His view ascended further away from the floor as he grew taller.
“Ghrrnnn…” he growled sheepishly, shaking his head. His limbs flexed involuntarily, rippling as though inflated from within. His frame, once taut and agile, began to swell with a growing pace, thickening with incredibly heavy, dense muscle and a padding softness that softened his silhouette.
Yet something inside him howled for more.
His belly rumbled, insistent he filled it was something, and quick. His tongue lolled out as he licked his chops, saliva already beginning to drip from his mouth like the very behemoths he had fought before. He couldn’t help it - couldn’t stop the way his jaw hung open, panting as his massive body craved for fuel. This hunger - it wasn’t natural. He was growing. Starving.
Yet deep in his fears was the creeping feeling of pleasure.
“H-hojo…” Red XIII rasped, his breath hot and heavy, as he slumped onto a bellowing, taut belly.
His body trembled. His shoulders broadened with unnatural heft, legs thickening into dense, trunk-like limbs fit to stomp helicopters in half. His claws scraped the metallic floor of his cage, so strong and sharp that it left a permanent gash in the metal. He writhed in his enclosure. His growing bulk filled the cage until the bars groaned from the strain. Sensing his doom if he stayed in place, he weakly pulled himself out of the small container.
With a guttural growl, he dragged himself from the cell. He fell face first into the sand, where his sinewy frame began to bloat further than he could have ever imagined.
It felt like he was being crushed underneath himself. The unnatural, augmented behemoth muscle cradled his frame, and an unnatural gluttony pulled his senses toward its most primal needs.
His mouth lolled open, tongue licking his chops, panting. He wasn’t just changing - he was becoming something more. Something beautiful in monstrous excess.
No.
He shook his head, snorting and howling. This was wrong.
But his thoughts slowed like syrup as his primal urges awakened pleasure. Complex ideas dimmed. Strategy, his memories, names, even Cloud’s face - they floated out of reach like the stars in Cosmo Canyon.
What was left was sensation. Urges. Instinct.
His growls grew gruff, deep, and monstrous. His eyes darted around his body as everything swelled before his very eyes like a balloon.
Eat. Relax. Grow.
Concepts of escape and self-control seemed to be flooded with thoughts of meat. Did he need to think? He was giant. Everyone should bow down to him. He didn’t need to understand anything. He didn’t need to fight it. All he needed to do was dominate others and force them to do what he wanted.
This was good.
Red XIII’s ears twitched at the sound above.
“Yes, my dear pet,” Hojo's venomous voice crackled from an intercom hitched in the corner of the facility, “No worrying any longer. Just relax… and let me do the rest.”
That voice. That slimy, know-it-all voice.
Red XIII’s muscles tensed and bulked as rage spurred up a roar from his swollen throat. He launched upward toward the noise and chewed through the device with a single snap of his enormous jaws. The shredded scrap clattered onto the floor at his giant feet like dropping a pile of screws. His claws sank into the metal like it was dough, and he scraped along the wall of the lab to make sure whatever made that sound was gone for good.
And yet… the moment of fury passed. He relaxed. His composure slacked.
His head dipped low, his furious growls fading into a dull exhale. Something inside him drifted, his mind sinking into an incredible haze. What had made him so angry again? Who was he snarling at?
His brow dropped low, and he stood in place, swaying, his gargantuan frame collapsing against the walls like a wrecking ball. The stars overhead flickered and made his mind completely blank. He fell onto his hindquarters, settinging with a heavy thud onto his haunches, and the lab shuttered. The plants around him wafted from the gust of the fall. Everything looked unfamiliar and new.
Red XIII blinked out of sink. His tongue rolled out, panting like a dog. Where was he? What was he doing? Something important… something about…
A strange gnawing filled his stomach with unease. He clutched it, paws dragging down his broad chest. Hunger. He needed something. Anything. His nose twitched as he sensed Hojo once more.
The hydraulics of the single door leading outside slipped open. Red XIII’s monstrous form curled to face toward the sound wildly. His pupils narrowed on Hojo, who held a small tablet and nothing more.
“It seems like the transformation is going along swell!” Hojo cackled and swiped at the tablet. “It appears to me that your demeanor has regressed into nothing more than a common house pet. Settle down, cub. Get your belly sated.”
With a tap of Hojo’s finger, a hose revealed itself from a hidden compartment in the ceiling. Like a snake, it hissed through the air and followed Red XIII’s mouth. Before he could react, it dashed toward him and lodged itself in his throat. A warm, viscous mass somewhere between gelatin and cooked meat about to slide off a bone pushed through the hose. It sloshed and wobbled into Red XIII’s maw, its consistency disturbingly dense, oozing slowly like a living thing, and quickly bloating out the behemoth’s belly.
“Good kitty,” Hojo chuckled, adjusting his sweaty glasses as he observed. “Yes, yes… just like that. No hesitation. Just hunger.”
Red XIII’s stomach growled loudly, his body instinctively recognizing the obscene substance as a meal. He suckled on it gladly with no care in the world as to what its contents were. It clung and stretched against his neck and his very core. The thick strands bloated out his mouth and throat as it dispersed itself in him like cheese spray. The moment it rubbed against his tongue, a wave of intense, savory richness that was meaty, buttery, and impossibly filling. It tasted like liquified protein and marrow, and further enhanced his growing desire to gorge himself.
“Fascinating. That stomach should have hit capacity long ago, but no - your new body is adapting well. No more worries, Red XIII, no more purpose in your sorrow-filled life. Just need. An overwhelming desire to eat.”
Red gurgled around the hose, his massive throat bulging obscenely with each pump of slurry. It slithered down into his gut, quickly stretching it taut and round with unnatural speed. His stomach groaned in protest - the tight skin beneath his coarse fur pushing out further and further, swelling like a balloon pumping past its limit.
He drooled shamelessly, tongue lolling out the side of this mouth, eyes glassy with primal ecstasy. His thick legs buckled under his weight as his frame bloated wider and heavier by the second. BLORP. SPLAT. SQUUUELCH.
Each squelch of the food packed like jelly into him, and a whimper rumbled low in his throat. “Mmmmnh - hhnghhh…”
It was delicious.
Hojo observed, grinning ear to ear.
“How quickly you’ve forgotten your pride~” he cooed, sweat trickling down his temple. “No noble speeches now. Just a beast who knows he wants to be filled to the absolute brim with fatty food.”
Red XIII chose to ignore him, focusing more on eating than his surroundings. His world narrowed to the obscene slosh of the hose, then the comforting pressure of his belly against the lab floor, and lastly ending with the rhythmic sound of his own panting between gargantuan gulps.
He flexed his bloating limbs sluggishly, the behemoth muscle slowly fading into pure fat. The sensation felt like mixed reality - there was no way that this could be happening to him, Red XIII, after all this time.
Eat. Relax. Grow.
The hose hissed again, the ooze thickening. Red XIII moaned through his nose, claws curling against the sandy floor. And still, he swallowed.
His chest swelled with a low roar, his pecs two growing boulders stacked adjacent to a swollen mountain of belly. His fiery tail flicked anxiously, his rear legs trembling as his gut plumped outward with obscene size until it dropped onto the floor like an overripe fruit.
“NNHHGHH-HHHFFFF…”
Red XIII’s panting resided, as the pump of the feeding hose trickled to a stop. It unhinged itself from his jaw, and he was left to gaze at his body in a daze. His gut was a stretched-out cauldron, sagging so low that he could feel the tip of his stomach graze the ground though he stood at full height on his legs. There was no fear - at first. Then, slowly, something glimmering behind those primal eyes.
I am Red XIII. I am Red XIII. Cloud… Tifa…
His ears twitched, his eyes blinking slowly, then narrowed. It was only for a second where he could think. Perhaps it was because of the immense pressure of his stomach, or his training at Cosmo Canyon. He meditated - leaving this nightmare behind temporarily. There was his consciousness, that told him something was wrong. Memory, which flashed images of the facility, Hojo, and his old team. Then… resentment.
“H-hojo…” Red XIII growled, voice hoarse. “What did you…”
Hojo paused, then shook. A bead of sweat trailed down his face. “Ah!” he began, slowly tip-toeing away, then running, “This is bad. THIS IS BAD!”
His fangs glimmered in the light. His last meal for today ended quicker than he had expected. Hojo’s legs disappeared into Red XIII’s gullet, then silence.
Red XIII panted, looking down at what he had done - what he wanted to do for so very long. Hojo was gone.
For a moment, silence. The hum of machinery and the steady pant of Red XIII’s body struggling to keep up with his meal. Red XIII took in the facility around him - his body was absolutely immense. Muscles rippled beneath a thick layer of bulging mass. His stomach jutted to the ground, full and round, swaying like a boulder. He looked to the doorway. He wasn’t getting out of that anytime soon.
He growled softly, “What did he do to me…”
That’s when the door exploded inward with a blast of sand and embers.
“Red!”
The voice was all-to familiar. The buster sword was the first thing Red XIII noticed. Then Cloud’s spiky hair.
Barret followed, his gun-arm raised directly toward Red XIII. One he realized that the monstrosity before him was Red, he lowered it. “The hell happened to you?!”
Tifa was last, immediately cupping her mouth by the sight of him.
They stopped and stared. Red XIII’s shoulders slackened. “You came to save me!”
Red’s head loomed above them, easily seven times his former size, if not more. His thick, muscular frame barely resembled his once-svelte hunter they’d known before. He was a living tank, with broad shoulders, heaving chest, and a gut that pushed the sand away with every breath.
Barret blinked. “Damn Red! You been stress eatin’ without me?”
Tifa finally gave a very welcome laugh. “You’re huge! Are you okay, little guy?!”
Red XIII tried to answer, but only managed a grunt of shame. Yet his tail rapidly swished behind him at the sight of them.
Finally, Red answered, “Hojo transformed me into a monster, if I wasn’t already one.”
Cloud, ever the stoic, stepped forward and looked around. “Where is he?”
Red XIII sat on his haunches and patted his belly. The silence and their shocked faces were telling.
Barret raised a brow. “You… ate him?”
Red didn’t answer. He gave a guilty rumble from deep in his throat.
Tifa shrugged and hugged Red XIII around his arm. “You’re still you. That’s what matters.”
Red XIII huffed, sweating. He slowly rose onto his oversized paws, stomach dragging. “I may - HUFF - need help walking…”
Barret let out a bombastic laugh. “Shoot, Red! We’re gonna need a forklift. How the hell are we going to help you?! You’re the size of a truck!”
Cloud nodded. “Let’s get you as far as you can. We’ll figure out the rest later.”
As they guided their massive friend out of the ruins of the lab, Cloud’s sword swinging, Barret’s gun blazing, Tifa’s fists like bullets against Shinra guard’s faces, Red XIII slowly dragged himself forward. Red XIII felt a strange relief - he was bigger than he had ever imagined, but he was free. Despite the pace, Red XIII didn’t complain.
Red XIII let out a slow laugh. He was beginning to like being this large.
~~~
The Weight of Red XIII
By: Jollyguts
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Hojo’s gaunt figure hunched over a gargantuan computer bristling with levers and flashing buttons. Monitors displayed hundreds of his test subjects stuffed and confined in heavily reinforced cages, each under high surveillance. The creatures varied wildly in size and shape - some had been equipped with robotic enhancements, others an amalgamation of different creatures. Rhinos with bird talons, lions bearing the sleek tail of an otter, and other unnatural hybrids stared vacantly from behind thick glass. All sat quietly, sedated by serums to keep them calm and collective.
The mad scientist’s eyes settled on one such creature in particular - one that he had grown especially fond of over the years: Red XIII. A twisted smile grew over his wrinkled, oily face. Rising to his feet, he wandered through an automatic sliding door, his lab coat swinging gleefully behind him. He had a gleeful skip to his step.
Red XIII was covered from head to tail in old scars - remnants of battles long past, from the days he roamed the wild plains of Midgar, and newer scars, earned after he had met Cloud and his faithful companions. He wouldn’t have it any other way, for he sought only peace in this crazy world.
One eye was completely obscured beneath a particularly vicious scar where he tried clawing his way out of the net that trapped him. The human took out his sword and slashed his face. So it goes.
But something about him changed.
He’d gained weight over the last few weeks he had been captured. Quite a lot of it, in fact.
Gone was the gaunt, underfed look of a creature that was constantly on the prowl. Now, his frame looked healthier, fuller - no longer wiry and worn down from years of intense use in the wilds. His sharp face had filled out, softening with two round, almost cheerful cheeks. His gait had widened, his movements slower, more deliberate. There was a calmness to him now… almost a contentment.
He had nearly forgotten where he was.
Red had to remind himself that he was in Hojo’s lab. It should be terrifying, right? But this time… this time was different. He remained cautious, but since he had arrived here, he had nothing but the finest luxuries.
Hojo had been feeding him quite a lot lately, and Red XIII - despite his wisdom - wasn’t about to turn down good food. His meals were rich, surprisingly indulgent, and came in an endless supply with a press of a button on the floor in the corner of his cell. He hadn’t known how hungry he truly was until he had settled into this very cell. And once he started eating, it was quite difficult to stop.
This captivity was… different. Strangely jarring compared to the horror he witnessed the last time he was here. In place of cold metal walls and harsh restraints, his new enclosure was a sanctuary.
He had an entire room to himself, with an overhead of artificial stars twinkling above on a giant screen. It reminded him of Cosmo Canyon, and gave him a false sense of security. There were clusters of plants to replicate his natural home - soft, warm sand spread along the ground, and the room was even equipped with a gym where he could jump from platform to platform, should he wish to stretch his legs.
It was a paradise - far too comfortable for a place born from Hojo’s rotting hands.
The cage door was open, always open, for he was allowed to wander through this room as he so wished. Yet he sat cross-legged. Patient. Calculating. Silent.
Despite the comforts, he was still on edge. His flame tail flicked as he heard the echoes of footsteps from an adjacent room, then a door slid open and closed. A figure approached. He arched his head slowly toward the sound, his single eye half-open inquisitively.
“Greetings, test subject Red-XIII,” came the shrill voice. That chilling voice made Red-XIII claw angrily at the ground. That voice… That voice - it could make anyone filled with bloodlust.
The slimy man creeped in front of Red-XIII’s cage like a disease and eyed him with red-bloodshot eyes as if he were not a being, but as a toy. He was a project.
Red-XIII remained silent, anticipating what horror he may come across next. He clawed at the soft earth beneath him, a low growl rising in his throat. He could pounce the scientist if he wanted to, but there was no way he would make it out of this laboratory alone. Cloud told him to wait, and so he waited. Though… there was a strange warmth lingering in his chest.
It was a fullness in his belly that made movement feel… unnecessary. He was warm. Comfortable. The artificial wind blew softly across his mane, and the scent of fresh fruit and roasted meat wafted in the air.
He hated Hojo. He knew that. He should hate this place. And yet…
He was beginning to forget.
Hojo leaned down, his long fingers curling beneath Red XIII’s chin, and yanked his vision upwards. The contact was cold - nearly dead. Unwelcome, but firm.
“You were always the clever one,” he cooed, voice as slippery as a snake, “choosing to watch and listen instead of bark and howl with that twisted snout of yours. I believe I finally know what I want to do with you.”
Red XIII’s lone, predator eye narrowed as he tracked the mad scientist as he retreated behind his cage. The door slammed shut, and he was trapped.
“W-what are you doing?!” Red XIII snarled. His shoulder banged against the cold metal bars of his cage. The metal bit into his hide, but the door didn’t budge an inch.
From within this entrapment, a mechanical arm whirred to life. It swiveled with precision, lowering toward him. At its tip, a syringe filled with bright red liquid aimed toward Red XIII. He could do nothing to stop it. There was a tiny prick against his haunch, then nothing.
Hojo returned to the front of the cage and ran his pale fingers across the bars. “Curious,” he taunted while adjusting his smudged glasses over the bridge of his greasy nose, “how long you have been trapped in here without your rambunctious friends coming to save you. No Cloud. No Tifa. No Avalanche.” He paused, his voice mocking. “ Perhaps they’ve left their pet behind. Those pesky interlopers need to stay out of my experiments or else!”
“Or else what?” Red XIII’s claws scraped the ground. His voice rumbled with fury.
The mad scientist’s hair drooped over his face and made him look even further deranged. Red XIII backed away as the scientist’s head jolted.
“I think you’ll see for yourself soon enough. Little kitty, I injected you with a serum filled with a behemoth’s DNA.”
“What?!” Red XIII snarled, springing to his feet. His claws slammed against the metal cage with a vicious BANG, rattling the door on its hinges.
Hojo didn’t flinch. He giggled to himself and turned his back, nose high in the air.
“Yes. I believe it is already altering your body. Well…” He hesitated, just long enough for a flicker of fear to pass through his eyes as Red XIII glared at him. Red XIII was growing wild, hungry.
Gulping, Hojo waved his hand. “I shall be off! Ta, ta!”
Red XIII threw himself against the cell door so hard that a sickening pop of his bones echoed through the silent chamber. “Wait!” he roared, clawing scraping madly at the door again and again.
Hojo gave a sway of his hips before the electronic door zipped closed and locked. Red XIII shivered as the door to his cage opened again.
Red XIII froze, the hairs along his spine rising. The cold, sterile air of Hojo’s lab felt suffocating. His pupils shrank as a strange heat bloomed deep within his core. His chest and muscles ignited like embers dancing in his veins.
Then it surged.
It started in his arms: a tingling burn. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, each pulse sending a radiating wave of warmth. His body was building something new at an unnatural, rapid speed. His muscles twitched. Tightened. Relaxed. Twitched. Tightened. Relaxed.
He staggered against the walls of the lab. His view ascended further away from the floor as he grew taller.
“Ghrrnnn…” he growled sheepishly, shaking his head. His limbs flexed involuntarily, rippling as though inflated from within. His frame, once taut and agile, began to swell with a growing pace, thickening with incredibly heavy, dense muscle and a padding softness that softened his silhouette.
Yet something inside him howled for more.
His belly rumbled, insistent he filled it was something, and quick. His tongue lolled out as he licked his chops, saliva already beginning to drip from his mouth like the very behemoths he had fought before. He couldn’t help it - couldn’t stop the way his jaw hung open, panting as his massive body craved for fuel. This hunger - it wasn’t natural. He was growing. Starving.
Yet deep in his fears was the creeping feeling of pleasure.
“H-hojo…” Red XIII rasped, his breath hot and heavy, as he slumped onto a bellowing, taut belly.
His body trembled. His shoulders broadened with unnatural heft, legs thickening into dense, trunk-like limbs fit to stomp helicopters in half. His claws scraped the metallic floor of his cage, so strong and sharp that it left a permanent gash in the metal. He writhed in his enclosure. His growing bulk filled the cage until the bars groaned from the strain. Sensing his doom if he stayed in place, he weakly pulled himself out of the small container.
With a guttural growl, he dragged himself from the cell. He fell face first into the sand, where his sinewy frame began to bloat further than he could have ever imagined.
It felt like he was being crushed underneath himself. The unnatural, augmented behemoth muscle cradled his frame, and an unnatural gluttony pulled his senses toward its most primal needs.
His mouth lolled open, tongue licking his chops, panting. He wasn’t just changing - he was becoming something more. Something beautiful in monstrous excess.
No.
He shook his head, snorting and howling. This was wrong.
But his thoughts slowed like syrup as his primal urges awakened pleasure. Complex ideas dimmed. Strategy, his memories, names, even Cloud’s face - they floated out of reach like the stars in Cosmo Canyon.
What was left was sensation. Urges. Instinct.
His growls grew gruff, deep, and monstrous. His eyes darted around his body as everything swelled before his very eyes like a balloon.
Eat. Relax. Grow.
Concepts of escape and self-control seemed to be flooded with thoughts of meat. Did he need to think? He was giant. Everyone should bow down to him. He didn’t need to understand anything. He didn’t need to fight it. All he needed to do was dominate others and force them to do what he wanted.
This was good.
Red XIII’s ears twitched at the sound above.
“Yes, my dear pet,” Hojo's venomous voice crackled from an intercom hitched in the corner of the facility, “No worrying any longer. Just relax… and let me do the rest.”
That voice. That slimy, know-it-all voice.
Red XIII’s muscles tensed and bulked as rage spurred up a roar from his swollen throat. He launched upward toward the noise and chewed through the device with a single snap of his enormous jaws. The shredded scrap clattered onto the floor at his giant feet like dropping a pile of screws. His claws sank into the metal like it was dough, and he scraped along the wall of the lab to make sure whatever made that sound was gone for good.
And yet… the moment of fury passed. He relaxed. His composure slacked.
His head dipped low, his furious growls fading into a dull exhale. Something inside him drifted, his mind sinking into an incredible haze. What had made him so angry again? Who was he snarling at?
His brow dropped low, and he stood in place, swaying, his gargantuan frame collapsing against the walls like a wrecking ball. The stars overhead flickered and made his mind completely blank. He fell onto his hindquarters, settinging with a heavy thud onto his haunches, and the lab shuttered. The plants around him wafted from the gust of the fall. Everything looked unfamiliar and new.
Red XIII blinked out of sink. His tongue rolled out, panting like a dog. Where was he? What was he doing? Something important… something about…
A strange gnawing filled his stomach with unease. He clutched it, paws dragging down his broad chest. Hunger. He needed something. Anything. His nose twitched as he sensed Hojo once more.
The hydraulics of the single door leading outside slipped open. Red XIII’s monstrous form curled to face toward the sound wildly. His pupils narrowed on Hojo, who held a small tablet and nothing more.
“It seems like the transformation is going along swell!” Hojo cackled and swiped at the tablet. “It appears to me that your demeanor has regressed into nothing more than a common house pet. Settle down, cub. Get your belly sated.”
With a tap of Hojo’s finger, a hose revealed itself from a hidden compartment in the ceiling. Like a snake, it hissed through the air and followed Red XIII’s mouth. Before he could react, it dashed toward him and lodged itself in his throat. A warm, viscous mass somewhere between gelatin and cooked meat about to slide off a bone pushed through the hose. It sloshed and wobbled into Red XIII’s maw, its consistency disturbingly dense, oozing slowly like a living thing, and quickly bloating out the behemoth’s belly.
“Good kitty,” Hojo chuckled, adjusting his sweaty glasses as he observed. “Yes, yes… just like that. No hesitation. Just hunger.”
Red XIII’s stomach growled loudly, his body instinctively recognizing the obscene substance as a meal. He suckled on it gladly with no care in the world as to what its contents were. It clung and stretched against his neck and his very core. The thick strands bloated out his mouth and throat as it dispersed itself in him like cheese spray. The moment it rubbed against his tongue, a wave of intense, savory richness that was meaty, buttery, and impossibly filling. It tasted like liquified protein and marrow, and further enhanced his growing desire to gorge himself.
“Fascinating. That stomach should have hit capacity long ago, but no - your new body is adapting well. No more worries, Red XIII, no more purpose in your sorrow-filled life. Just need. An overwhelming desire to eat.”
Red gurgled around the hose, his massive throat bulging obscenely with each pump of slurry. It slithered down into his gut, quickly stretching it taut and round with unnatural speed. His stomach groaned in protest - the tight skin beneath his coarse fur pushing out further and further, swelling like a balloon pumping past its limit.
He drooled shamelessly, tongue lolling out the side of this mouth, eyes glassy with primal ecstasy. His thick legs buckled under his weight as his frame bloated wider and heavier by the second. BLORP. SPLAT. SQUUUELCH.
Each squelch of the food packed like jelly into him, and a whimper rumbled low in his throat. “Mmmmnh - hhnghhh…”
It was delicious.
Hojo observed, grinning ear to ear.
“How quickly you’ve forgotten your pride~” he cooed, sweat trickling down his temple. “No noble speeches now. Just a beast who knows he wants to be filled to the absolute brim with fatty food.”
Red XIII chose to ignore him, focusing more on eating than his surroundings. His world narrowed to the obscene slosh of the hose, then the comforting pressure of his belly against the lab floor, and lastly ending with the rhythmic sound of his own panting between gargantuan gulps.
He flexed his bloating limbs sluggishly, the behemoth muscle slowly fading into pure fat. The sensation felt like mixed reality - there was no way that this could be happening to him, Red XIII, after all this time.
Eat. Relax. Grow.
The hose hissed again, the ooze thickening. Red XIII moaned through his nose, claws curling against the sandy floor. And still, he swallowed.
His chest swelled with a low roar, his pecs two growing boulders stacked adjacent to a swollen mountain of belly. His fiery tail flicked anxiously, his rear legs trembling as his gut plumped outward with obscene size until it dropped onto the floor like an overripe fruit.
“NNHHGHH-HHHFFFF…”
Red XIII’s panting resided, as the pump of the feeding hose trickled to a stop. It unhinged itself from his jaw, and he was left to gaze at his body in a daze. His gut was a stretched-out cauldron, sagging so low that he could feel the tip of his stomach graze the ground though he stood at full height on his legs. There was no fear - at first. Then, slowly, something glimmering behind those primal eyes.
I am Red XIII. I am Red XIII. Cloud… Tifa…
His ears twitched, his eyes blinking slowly, then narrowed. It was only for a second where he could think. Perhaps it was because of the immense pressure of his stomach, or his training at Cosmo Canyon. He meditated - leaving this nightmare behind temporarily. There was his consciousness, that told him something was wrong. Memory, which flashed images of the facility, Hojo, and his old team. Then… resentment.
“H-hojo…” Red XIII growled, voice hoarse. “What did you…”
Hojo paused, then shook. A bead of sweat trailed down his face. “Ah!” he began, slowly tip-toeing away, then running, “This is bad. THIS IS BAD!”
His fangs glimmered in the light. His last meal for today ended quicker than he had expected. Hojo’s legs disappeared into Red XIII’s gullet, then silence.
Red XIII panted, looking down at what he had done - what he wanted to do for so very long. Hojo was gone.
For a moment, silence. The hum of machinery and the steady pant of Red XIII’s body struggling to keep up with his meal. Red XIII took in the facility around him - his body was absolutely immense. Muscles rippled beneath a thick layer of bulging mass. His stomach jutted to the ground, full and round, swaying like a boulder. He looked to the doorway. He wasn’t getting out of that anytime soon.
He growled softly, “What did he do to me…”
That’s when the door exploded inward with a blast of sand and embers.
“Red!”
The voice was all-to familiar. The buster sword was the first thing Red XIII noticed. Then Cloud’s spiky hair.
Barret followed, his gun-arm raised directly toward Red XIII. One he realized that the monstrosity before him was Red, he lowered it. “The hell happened to you?!”
Tifa was last, immediately cupping her mouth by the sight of him.
They stopped and stared. Red XIII’s shoulders slackened. “You came to save me!”
Red’s head loomed above them, easily seven times his former size, if not more. His thick, muscular frame barely resembled his once-svelte hunter they’d known before. He was a living tank, with broad shoulders, heaving chest, and a gut that pushed the sand away with every breath.
Barret blinked. “Damn Red! You been stress eatin’ without me?”
Tifa finally gave a very welcome laugh. “You’re huge! Are you okay, little guy?!”
Red XIII tried to answer, but only managed a grunt of shame. Yet his tail rapidly swished behind him at the sight of them.
Finally, Red answered, “Hojo transformed me into a monster, if I wasn’t already one.”
Cloud, ever the stoic, stepped forward and looked around. “Where is he?”
Red XIII sat on his haunches and patted his belly. The silence and their shocked faces were telling.
Barret raised a brow. “You… ate him?”
Red didn’t answer. He gave a guilty rumble from deep in his throat.
Tifa shrugged and hugged Red XIII around his arm. “You’re still you. That’s what matters.”
Red XIII huffed, sweating. He slowly rose onto his oversized paws, stomach dragging. “I may - HUFF - need help walking…”
Barret let out a bombastic laugh. “Shoot, Red! We’re gonna need a forklift. How the hell are we going to help you?! You’re the size of a truck!”
Cloud nodded. “Let’s get you as far as you can. We’ll figure out the rest later.”
As they guided their massive friend out of the ruins of the lab, Cloud’s sword swinging, Barret’s gun blazing, Tifa’s fists like bullets against Shinra guard’s faces, Red XIII slowly dragged himself forward. Red XIII felt a strange relief - he was bigger than he had ever imagined, but he was free. Despite the pace, Red XIII didn’t complain.
Red XIII let out a slow laugh. He was beginning to like being this large.
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Wow! This might be the most benign portrayal of Dr. Hojo I’ve ever seen! Granted, he is still a weird, creepy, evil, disgusting, arguably insane piece of scum…but, you know, he keeps his worst traits under wraps in this story!
At least we know that this is what he’s into, now.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYvh21Dw89A
At least we know that this is what he’s into, now.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYvh21Dw89A
So, I originally wrote him to be absolutely disgusting. But when I read it again, I thought… this just doesn’t feel right to me. It was too gross. Maybe I should’ve gone all-out instead?
I’ll admit, this started as an adult story before I went back and rewrote it. It’s actually been a little side project for a while now, and it’s gone through several versions. Let me know what you think!
Lately, I’ve been writing much smaller, more self-contained pieces to get back into the swing of things—just little ideas I’ve had on the backburner.
I’ll admit, this started as an adult story before I went back and rewrote it. It’s actually been a little side project for a while now, and it’s gone through several versions. Let me know what you think!
Lately, I’ve been writing much smaller, more self-contained pieces to get back into the swing of things—just little ideas I’ve had on the backburner.
Adding onto this right after I hit submit - I dunno. I suppose I've wanted to write more lighthearted things just because the world can be a bit crazy right now. I just want myself and others to stop and relax for a little bit. I do also want to write more difficult subjects at times so it is definitely not out of the question.
I have too! I’ve even commissioned my idea of what Red Xiii and also Cait Sith would be like if they were much fatter (and sexier~) from eating tons of greasy fattening Gold Saucer food~ https://www.furaffinity.net/view/59351079/
I haven't gone looking for much Red XIII stories on here - this one was a whole lot of fun! Red seems like he got a pretty good deal out of this overall; I'm glad that this wasn't a story where he stays in captive gluttony for the rest of his life. I'm sure he'll have a good life and some real fun as a giant.
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