Mount Stuffings (Patreon)

(contains chocobo species TF, breast expansion, weight gain, and force feeding)

Thank the maker that the stable door had not been locked. The farmland looked unattended for decades, but one can never be sure. Damn snow was piling waist-deep around Jason, and the raccoon girl would have preferred not breaking dirty old windows. It would kind of defeat the purpose of shelter, letting the damn blizzard come inside with her.

A lot of snow already spilled across the doorway with her forced entrance. The raccoon took a second to shake excess from her tail before shuffling aside, so an even larger goat woman wade her way inside. With their combined strength, the door squeezed shut, taking much of the piled snow with it.

"Ugh! Thank Shiva for the little favors, right?" Asibow removed her spiked helmet, knocking off the snow it had collected. "I think my paws were about to get frostbite."

"That's what happens when you travel to Dravania in full plate mail." Jason fluttered her white mage robes, which were actually a mix of browns and greens, adding to the small snow pile. With three raps of her staff, the jeweled head brought illumination into their new shelter. "No cracks or holes that I can see. It looks like we can spend the night here."

"I see a fireplace. Hope no one minds us burning some moldy furniture." Asibow moved past a few empty stables into what looked like an area for communal purposes. Aside from a fireplace, there were two tables with chairs in various states of brokenness, a wood-burning stove rusted over with a frying pan on it, and some buckets with smelly rags presumably for washing.

Jason joined her dragoon friend-slash-adopted daughter in setting the meager kindling ablaze. Anything to get the chill out of her limbs. Even robes can only protect so much against the elements of Eorzea's far north. She had so much regret for never bothering to learn those element resistance spells back in her early days.

A loud clang nearly sent the raccoon flying into the rafters. Several more shattered the silence as Asibow systematically removed her armor pieces. Jason had not been kidding, having to wear this stuff in ten-degree weather was asking for problems. It was just a dragoon tradition to look as amazing as possible. Once uncovered, the goat was six feet of average fluff so white she could have blended in perfectly with the blizzard outside.

Asibow's only noticeable feature was her above-average hip span. Something Jason felt grudgingly keen to remind them off constantly tonight.

"Are you sure all the whistles were destroyed?"

"You're the one that decided I had to carry your garbage," Asibow replied without need to hide her growl. She took a leather pouch off the back of her belt and tipped it over. From the mouth poured a shower of broken ceramic and bent metal pieces across the strawed floor. "But hey, if you want to try repairing one or two, be my guest."

"You know damn well I don't have my crafting tools, much less any synth crystals." Jason huffed as she squatted down to sort through the mess. It was all that remained of her prized mount summoning relics after her goat daughter took a rough tumble down the slopes an hour ago. A crumbled display of why they now had to seek shelter for a frigid night. "A white mage can't carry much, and I didn't expect your ass to be so heavy."

"Hey! That's because I've been grinding hard for these guns." Asibow flexed in defiance to her raccoon healer's implications. There was no denying after several missions together that her biceps gained an impressive bit of swell to them. "Or did you fail to notice how high my jump attacks are getting?"

"Of course, I did! It's your inability to land that's pissing me off."

"Pffft!! Whatever, mama. We'll get them repaired once we get back to civilization."

Jason opened her muzzle for a witty retort and was promptly cut off by a soft gurgling noise. The goat woman blushed as a hand came to rest upon her abdomen.

"No, I didn't bring food either," Jason said in answer to a question both knew was coming. She set about breaking apart some of the old furniture into the fireplace. Thankfully this place remained dry enough that a simple spark spell got a roaring blaze going. "I wasn't exactly planning for a mother-daughter camping adventure."

"We should really have one of those! That sounds like a lot of fun with snacks."

"Yeah, well, maybe somewhere less snowy." Jason raised an eyebrow watching Asibow move towards the fire. They poked a long plank of wood among the embers until the tip caught a bit of flame. "What are you doing?"

"Just going to check the pens," Asibow said, using her new light to illuminate the dank hallway.

Jason scoffed but continued breaking up more fuel for their primary source of warmth. The room was already starting to feel warmer from her efforts. "You're not going to find anything to eat in there either. Even Chocobo feed has an expiration date."

"It's more I want to check that there's nothing else skulking around." Asibow grinned at the look of horror crossing the raccoon's face. Clearly, that was a detail about abandoned places that skipped Jason's mind. "This'll only take a second. It's not THAT big a place."

"Be careful," Jason called after the goat, unsure about being a split party for even a few yards.

The concern was almost unnecessary. As Asibow brought her light from one stall to the next, she saw little that would imply danger. Most of it was just dusty feeding troughs and moldy hay floors. Sometimes there would be a broken saddle or bridle for the famous bird mounts known as Chocobo, but no signs of any animal coming around recently.

"Oh, hello!" That was until the goat came upon the far back stalls. Her torch illuminated numerous small objects, giving a shine that advertised pristine condition.

Stepping inside for a closer look confirmed them to be gloves. Not necessarily ones used for riding, or even keeping warm, just thin white coverings. Asibow knelt down to grab one off a bale of hay, immediately noticing it was too big for her monster-thick digits. Either someone was stockpiling, or a gang of fancy-dressed raiders had been through here. Too bad they couldn't have left some salty meat or a cookie.

BANG!

Asibow's surprised squeal echoed through the stables. Whirling with torch out front in preparation for a foe, she was mildly confused to find nothing besides herself still in the stall. That just put her warrior instincts more on edge. Its door had been slammed shut with too much force to be from a draft. There were no holes in the walls or windows for that anyway.

A flutter of movement drew her gaze to the door handle. Clasping tightly onto the metal ring was one of the white gloves. Asibow rubbed her eyes and continued staring as the thin material fluttered about. Without seeming in need for a body, it floated down to secure the latch, locking the goat inside the small room.

"Hey!" So amazed by possessed handwear was Asibow that she failed to notice the other ten gloves rising to life around her. One of which was quick to snatch the torch out of her loose grip. It weaved to avoid her claws, taking to hovering out of reach and still providing a light source. "What the hell are you things...o-oh?"

A crumbling, waist-high, door was not about to keep the strong goat woman locked in. But when Asibow turned to leave, she was stopped short by another pair of gloves hovering a foot from her face. Both clenched hefty bundles of carrot-like root plants in offering.

"So, there is stable food around here, huh?" Asibow said with a nervous laugh. Attempts to side-step the gloves only caused them to float more aggressively towards her. "I know I'm hungry, but our company has a rule against accepting gifts from mysterious or disembodied entities. No offense, Mr. gloves, but I'll just be heading out."

"Asi! What the frick you screaming about in here?" Jason's head poked over the doorway, showing a bit of anger. Seeing her goat daughter swarmed by floating gloves quickly sifted that mood to strong concern. "Oh! What the heck is this all aaa-aaaaahhh!!"

Asibow spotted the cluster of gloves behind her mom too late to give a warning. They swarmed onto Jason, flinging her through the window to join the goat with an ungraceful face planting. The dirty strawed floor tasted as bad as it looked.

" Ouch! Jason, are you all-MMPHH!?" Opening one's mouth in front of an entity eager to feed proved a mistake. Two of the carrot root things were shoved into Aisbow's goat, muffling cries as she recoiled. More gloves circled to clamp down her snout, forcing a sharp bite of the food. Her head shook violently back and forth, unable to release their grip on her face.

Unable to fight the gagging in her throat, Asibow was forced to grind the carrots between her molars in slow chews. They were cold and dirty, clearly plucked straight from the ground, but at least the flavor was not repulsive. She still only managed a few chews before gag reflexes made her swallow. The rocky bits scratched at her esophagus on their descent into her stomach.

"J-Jason!? WARK the fuck is happening?" It took a second for Asibow to realize the feral noise that slipped out of her mid-sentence. Shaking hands roamed down to her stomach, where the fresh arrival of food brought a violent gurgling sound.

The noise had not escaped the slightly dazed Jason either. She rolled onto her knees, shaking straw from her hair while watching Asibow's alarmed shifting. "You've got to be kidding m-MRRPPHH!"

More hands zoned in on the raccoon's flapping mouth, stuffing in a thick carrot that poked at her uvula. Jason fell back in a muffled squeak forced to gnaw what she could out of the filthy root.

Asibow moved to help but was stopped short by a sharp pain in her spine. She twisted around and gave out a surprised squawk watching her goat tail pulse into a larger lump. With a wincing snap, it erected itself at a sharp angle pointed away from her back. Dozens of yellow feathers pierced through the fur giving the goat a bush of plumes above her rear. Some bent to their own weight reaching over three feet long.

Asibow gave her hips a few shakes, snorting angrily at the sway of her new tail feathers. The shape and color were unmistakably those of a Chocobo, a popular avian mount used for all means of transportation. "Uh, no! I ain't interested in becoming some bird brain. And I doubt my mom is, either. Thank you, spirit hands, but we're gone."

If her fuming had caused any offense, it was hard to tell. But when Asibot moved for the exit, the majority of gloves hovered to block the path. Many of which were now holding more carrots or turnip-like veggies. 

Those tending to Jason were not so patent. Tears dampened the raccoon's mask while they forced her consumption of the whole carrot. Only when the last bits went down with a hard swallow did they disperse.

Jason heaved from the nasty dirt taste, wiping her eyes with a robe sleeve. She had at least thirty uncivilized things to scream at the disembodied gloves, but all that came out was a burp spraying spit across her chin. The tightness in her boots that followed did not help her mood either.

"Oh, no," Jason whined, propping onto her elbows to watch her shoes. The leather material was bubbling in time with severe foot cramps, engorging their tips like inflating balloons. She could actually see her toe indentions shifting under the tight leather, five digits fusing into two large meatballs. "Nngggh! D-damn it! KWEH! I raided six WARKing months for this gear!"

Asibow groaned as her stomach churned again. She rubbed at her middle, gasping at the fluffier sensation under her shirt. Lifting it up revealed a fresh bed of yellow feathers sprouting around her belly button. It quickly spread like a spilled inkblot, cannibalizing fur across the goat's entire torso.

"Aren't they going to release a new set next WARK anywa-HNNGGH!!"

The distractive itching of feathers growing across her back and butt left Asibow wide open. A rush of gloves flew up to slam fresh greens down her muzzle, with several more restraining her arms.

"N-not the p-p-point! WARK!" Jason squawked sheepishly. The sudden onset of thick black talons helped burst the tight bubble her shoes had become. Shooting out behind them were two pairs of enormous bird toes coated in tough brown scales. She had enough time to give them a few test flexes before a third digit ruptured the heels, tearing off the prized equipment from Jason's transformed feet. "Ooooooh, no! No no no no nooooo-KWEH!"

Jason pulled up the hem of her robe. Scales climbed up from her ankles, coating shins with the little brown armor. Under them, the muscles grew firm with tight sinew and muscle, filling out the slack of her pants.

That was quickly countered when they reached Jason's knees, and her thighs exploded out of the seams. Large clumps of green feathering bulged through the openings pushing them wider with each ounce of fat poured into them. Their mass puffed so fast Jason's chicken legs were forced wide apart by their girth.

"Harrk!?" Jason was so perturbed by her alterations; she barely reacted when another piece of food edged into her mouth. Hands had remained firmly clasped on her hips, which did nothing to cease their drastic expansion. What remained of her pants quickly tore away, taking her panties with them.

While the floating gloves gently coaxed her to chew on the fresh food, Jason rose onto thick Chocobo legs wobbling to keep balance. Her ass had ballooned into something massive and green, leaving everything below the waist looking cartoonishly disproportionate. Even real Chocobo's did not have this much junk in their pointed trunks. Soft flesh squeezed between fingers groping around the jiggling cheeks. Jason found some detachment watching her ringtail shrink into the large emerald plums growing to replace it.

"J-Jason!? WARK! Heeeelp!" Asibow was not faring much better. Swallowing the last bit of her second feeding filled the goat with a disturbing bloated sensation.

That turned into a problem as her shirt hem suddenly flew up. Asibow gave a soft chirp trying to pull it back down, but the flesh rolling off her middle would not allow total cover anymore. Fat was pouring into her being under the spreading feathers, billowing out her stomach into a sagging gut. She grunted from a sharp pop that saw her waist fall onto the rim of her underpants. What once shinned as a muscular, curvy build blimped into one thick with love handles. 

"Aah!? AAH!?" Asibow gasped for air, mostly because of her breasts surging several cup sizes. What little room her shirt had left was quickly lost, gaining her a deep canyon of yellow cleavage squished inside the collar. Its battle for containment was short-lived. A few tears gave way to a complete sundering down the front. The top flew off Asibow's thickening shoulders while her massive mammaries flopped atop the shelf of her even greater belly. "WARRRRK!?"

"W-we-WARK! Well, at least we're not going feral if you still got boobs." Jason felt her own midsection starting to expand and fumbled to pull her robe off. Clad in just a bra, she rubbed absently over the green furs crawling up her stomach and back. The indention of her bellybutton grew deeper as the flesh around it puffed with thick blubber. Soon she was cupping the round sag of her belly, tailfeathers wagging as it became almost flush with the giant span of her hips.

A groan from Asibow made Jason look up, and her ears folded back a little less content with the changes. The goat was holding up her arms while waterfalls of yellow feathers washed down over the white fur. Despite Asibow's best efforts, her fingers fused into a pointed tip, leaving her with fluffy, flightless wings.

"I...w-w-WARK! Wouldn't be too sure, mama."

"Fantastic," Jason said with a dejected huff. A flush of heat directed Jason's attention down to her chest. Feathers had washed over her girls for a beautiful granny apple appearance, which hastily turned into watermelons. Her girls filled the snug bra so fast she could almost hear their sloshing under the fluff. There was no point in bothering to save the cheap top. Breast flesh overflowed the cups, snapping the band connecting them before finishing their growth spurt. She was just grateful to be less shaped like a bowling pin.

Having to suddenly do without hands was making Asibow's changes a lot less dignified. The changing goat began a very awkward belly dance as her butt filled with thick cushioning. Hips popped from the pressure, letting excess fat trickle down into blimping thighs, making a perfect figure for egg-laying. 

This resulted in said rump cheeks swallowing up her shorts like a hungry wyvern, making for one hell of a wedgie. Despite her best efforts, wingtips could not dislodge the fabric from grinding into her sensitive lady parts. She had almost managed to pry the front down only for her legs to give out, causing a fall onto her plush stomach. Paws were unable to keep Asibow standing while toes clenched together and lengthened into bird's feet.

"Kweh! Let me hun." Jason waddled over, trying to reach for her daughter's panties through the thick butt feathers. No sooner had she started pulling them down, then a cramp seized her fingers. "Aw, fu-WARK me!"

Jason was forced to release her grip on the underwear, hands growing stiff as they lengthened before the stunned raccoon's eyes. The seams between digits gradually vanished while vibrant feathers descended out of her arms undersides. With a sharp crack of shoulder joints, her wings were rocked back to rest, ideally at her waist.

"WARK WARK!" was not what Jason meant to say, but she was too angry to try controlling her increasing amount of bird noises. In her anger, one foot shot up to smack against Asibow's presented butt. That got a startled cry out of the other transforming adventurer, but also allowed Jason to hook their troublesome underwear in her talons. A swift kick back tore the garment free amidst relief.

"Th-thank-KWEH!" Asibow rolled into a sitting position, blushing deeply when her belly sagged all the way to the ground like an apron. That forced her thick legs into an extremely wide, and embarrassing spread.

"No pro-hnngh! O-ok-KWEH! Maybe a lot of problems!"

Jason's face cringed with the onset of their last changes. She could see by the way Asibow's nose crumpled that they must be feeling the same. Their stable became filled with pained grunts or groans, mixed with louder squawks and chirps. Lips forcefully peeled back under the growth of hard, shiny lumps that used to be their teeth. Noses rolled along the surface to become barely visible holes at the base of rounded bird beaks. Ears melted into the sides of their heads, vanishing similarly into tiny holes. About all that remained unchanged were their hairstyles, even with most of their hair turning into stylized crown feathers.

"Kweh! Kweh!" Jason heaved several breaths, amazed her brain was not crushed inside her changed skull. "Well..this sucks."

"You're not WARKing kidding, mama," Asibow grunted, having to roll three times before managing to stand. The yellow Chocobo looked as thick as Jason felt. "What do we do now?"

The former raccoon glanced down at her massive bust and wings pensively. Somehow they had become some sort of in-between of anthro and feral bird mounts, which made no practical sense to her. This anatomy left their posture completely unfit for riding. The corpulent woman's physique would not be able to wear clothes even if they had hands to put them on. Just one of them was big enough to crush a couch in their Grand Company's social hall.

For some reason thinking of that warm and cozy place made Jason's tailfeathers shiver, which in turn made her ass jiggle. "Ugh! Let's think this over by the fire, at least. We might have to call for help."

"Oh, the girls are going to tease us for months seeing us like this," Asibow said with a hint of dread in her beak clicks.

Jason was not fond of the idea either, especially with green feathers, but that was far better than freezing to death. With a few clumsy steps, she managed to reach the door and bent for its latch.

Giving the girth of Jason's feathered figure, Asibow couldn't see what was wrong at first. The green Chocobo's body jostled once, causing the door to thunk. After a brief pause, Jason's backside rocked again with harsher force. When that did not open the door, she flailed about in rapid succession, making all the fat on her body wobble like ocean waves.

"WARK!" Jason reared up to give the door a fiery kick, which also did not swing the barrier open. The wild spreading of her wings brought a horrible realization to Asibow's thoughts as her distraught mother turn to face them. "Exits involving the use of fingers are out. What are the odds we can ram down a wall?"

"Not good, I think..." Asibow chirped meekly, rubbing her wings together. "And I'm still hungry. Oh!?"

The changed girls had completely forgotten about their many floating jailors until a glove holding more carrots floated before Asibow. She only eyed the greens for a second before snatching at them with several rapid beak snaps. 

"Mmmh! KWEH! It might just be the horrific transformation talking, but these are getting really tasty."

"Hmmph!" Jason furrowed her brow, watching Asibow make a pig of herself. Unfortunately, her nose caught a scent and glanced over to find another glove offering more of the freshly picked veggies.

The green Chocobo's will only lasted a minute before rolling her eyes and feasting. They were going to be here for a while anyway, so it was nice something was taking care of two plump birds.

Jason just hoped some company friends came along before they got too thick.