Chapter 1 - Kingdom Hearts Weight Gain, Corruption, Cock Growth

            Aqua’s head was pounding.
 
               The sensation of pain, throbbing with each beat of her heart, was the first thing that greeted her as she was roused from the realm of the unconscious. An ineloquent grumble escaped her lips, and her eyes slowly opened - her senses slowly and begrudgingly coming to register the world around her.
 
               Beyond the pain, the first thing she came to notice was that she was looking down at her own body. She could see her legs stretched out before her; resting on the ground, while she seemed to be leaning against a wall. The floor beneath her was peculiar - it seemed composed of blackened stone; each one uneven with all the others. Her attempt to sit up brought something more to her attention - a cold sensation sweeping down her arms.
 
               “Hnh?” she murmurs, looking up, toward the wall she was positioned against - and what she found roused her from her groggy haze. The wall was composed of the same black stone as before; but the darkness was interrupted by the sight of an iron chain - terminating in a thick manacle, fastened around her wrist. She looked from one side to the other; finding both arms bound and raised upward. 
 
               Aqua’s brow furrowed, and she struggled to rise; her steel boots grating across the stony floor as she managed to stand up. Despite her headache, and despite a sense of weakness purveying her body, she tried to yank against the chains; but only served to rattle them. She turned her attention away from her bondage for a moment, looking for a method of escape… But she found nothing.
 
               The lighting around her was dim - but just bright enough that she could make out herself and her immediate surroundings. And yet; it had no visible source - made even stranger by how quickly her surroundings melted into darkness. The edges of one stone to the next seemed to blur not too far away from her - eventually fading entirely into an unending expanse of black. 
 
               “Damn it.” she hisses, looking back to the chains. She wasn’t sure where she was - or how she got here, but she knew better than to linger. She stretches out one hand - trying to manifest her keyblade. Light glimmers at her fingertips; and for a moment she could see the faintest hint of its handle… Before the image fizzles out and disappears. Confused, she stares down at the palm of her hand, trying to manifest it again…
 
               But her concentration is broken by the sound of laughter. Low, harsh, and cruel - Aqua stiffens as it resounds around her. In that moment, it evokes a memory.
               She’d been out on a solo mission. A milk run, by the looks of it - but that wasn’t what she’d found. Creatures leapt from the shadows - she cut them down in scores. Titans manifested, and she brought them to her knees… Yet more still came. Exhausted and outnumbered, she was overcome… And before she lost consciousness, she found herself staring up at the mistress of the shadowy legion. Aqua couldn’t forget those cruel, yellow eyes; that sickly green skin, or that haunting laugh…
 
               All of which seemed to accompany her now. Maleficent’s visage seemed to manifest from the shadows around her - the rest of her body slowly taking shape as she approached the imprisoned warrior. “I wouldn’t bother with that.” she taunts, motioning a clawed finger toward Aqua’s hand. “You won’t be brandishing that blade of yours anytime soon.”
 
               Aqua’s open palm curls into a fist as she stares down the cruel fae. “What did you do, witch?” she challenges. “And why am I here?”
 
               “I haven’t done anything. You were the one foolish enough to exhaust herself against my legion. You threw yourself headlong into an unwinnable fight - did you not entertain the thought of fleeing?” 
 
               Huffing, Aqua turns away. “I’d never be so cowardly.” 
 
               “Ah; and there it is - a virtue of the proud warrior of light. You cling to bravery and honor as your shield; when all it serves to do is undermine you.” Maleficent laughs again, earning a glare from Aqua. “And this is what delivered you to this place; delivered you to me.” Casting a hand around her, Maleficent continues. “The depths of the realm of darkness; inured so deeply that no light can reach.”
 
               If what the cruel witch said was true - Aqua knew escape wouldn’t be easy. Of course; that was an issue for her to consider in the future - for now, she had to worry about getting these chains off. “Save your breath.” she challenges. “Taunting me and insulting my order is a waste of your time.”
 
               Maleficent shakes her head, giving a soft tsk, tsk. “Oh, but I disagree.” She wanders closer to the border of shadow around Aqua, reaching outward - her hand disappears for a moment; and when it returns, she’s carrying her scepter. “You see - your order has failed you in a way you’re much too deluded to see. I have brought you here to…” She smiles coldly, approaching Aqua once more. “See the light, as it were.”
 
               Aqua glowers at the spellcaster, leaning forward against her shackles. “Do what you will.” she taunts. “But know that when I’m free-”
 
               Maleficent points her scepter toward Aqua; flashing dangerously. The motion causes the warrior to flinch; gritting her teeth together and silencing her… Though nothing came. “Your freedom is assured, dear - dare I say, it’s my priority to free you. And yet, your shackles exist as more than those of iron.” She motions to the manacles upon Aqua’s wrists, which she tenses against once more. “Allow me to demonstrate.” 
 
               Raising her scepter to Aqua’s forehead, the jewel at the top begins to glow again - and a faint numbness spreads over the warrior’s head. It feels… Good in comparison to the headache - and her bitter expression slackens somewhat. 
 
               “Your will is indomitable - your restraint and dedication unshakable. In few other places is this clearer than your diet. A warrior must remain at the peak of health; especially one as nimble as you. And yet, I feel within you the pangs of craving - acclimation to your routine does little to abate the passing desire to break the mold.” Aqua’s eyelids droop for a moment as Maleficent’s words sink in. “Take more than your share. Forego what you must consume in favor of what you wish. Shed this bondage, and… Eat.”
 
               Speaking her final command, Maleficent removes the scepter from Aqua’s face - causing a spark of cognizance to return to the warrior’s eyes. “Wha- what did…?” she begins, already beginning to glare at her. Even entranced, Aqua had been distantly aware of what was being said. She prepares to challenge Maleficent further, until… 
 
               Her stomach rumbles. It doesn’t simply groan - instead, the very surface begins to rumble - her corset visibly shifting against the pressure mounting around it. A queasy look sweeps over Aqua’s face as it shifts; a bead of sweat rolling down her forehead as she looks downward. However - it quickly becomes difficult to keep an eye on her stomach - as her chest begins to intrude upon her field of vision.
 
               “What… What is this?” Aqua watches, unable to hide a look of concern, as her breasts swell forward - stretching against the elastic of her top and straining against the crossed bands around them. Pressure builds both within and against her body as the flesh seems to engorge. Her brow furrows and her teeth grit as her breasts swell forth - straining the bands… Until the clasps simply can’t take it anymore. With a dangerous snap - the bands fall off of her chest. 
 
               Her breasts jiggle slightly as they fall forward, briefly unsupported - until they fall upon the surface of her stomach, which seems to have bloated proportionately - and then disproportionately, as it swells into a gut beyond the new bounty of her bosom. And yet - her corset still holds. She can feel the strings biting against her back, but… The leather seems thinner than before - the garment almost seeming to stretch around the curvature of her belly. 
 
               “My my…” Maleficent beams, looking down at the bloated warrior. It wasn’t simply her core that grew - her arms were a tad thicker; but more noticeably, her thighs had expanded - the fabric of her stockings having developed wide, circular tears, exposing small tracts of softer flesh. “A potent demonstration indeed.”
 
               “A demonstration of what?” Aqua furiously demands. She leans forward - then backward; caught off-guard by the soft jiggle of her breasts. Moreover - her thighs bend inward as she feels the fabric of her shorts rubbing against… Something else. Something new; but she couldn’t see past her belly. 
 
               Smiling, the evil fae prods the keyblade warrior’s stomach with her scepter. “Of your restraint.” she asserts. “You walk the path of light - and in so doing, you condemn yourself to a life of sacrifice. Within you - within each and every heart - there lie desires; cravings that reward those that indulge. Be they simple pleasures, or grander power… You repress these desires in service to a so-called grander existence. And yet, these desires don’t simply disappear. They build and compound, with every slight you enact against them…” She lowers the scepter - until it presses against a bulge between Aqua’s legs. The warrior freezes and gives a soft whimper before a look of fury fills her face. “You foster a potent and insidious darkness within you. By removing these restraints - the floodgates are opened, and all the cravings you denied fill the void.”
 
               Another bead of sweat rolled down Aqua’s forehead. “No-” she contests, shaking her head. “You’re trying to get into my head. I know what darkness is - and I overcome it through my training. This has to be a curse, or an illusion, or…” She shakes her head. “Something. That’s the only way to explain what you’ve done to my body - what you’ve done to my…” Her cheeks redden and she tries to tighten her thighs again, but their broadness makes that an impossibility.
 
               Maleficent lowers her scepter, and in one hand, she manifests something more benign. A small cupcake takes form in her palm; which she moves into Aqua’s field of view. Despite how fervently she’d previously been speaking, the sight of the sweet gives her pause. Her eyes fixate upon it, and her lips freeze mid-speech - hanging slightly open. “If this was an illusion, you would still have the discipline to refuse such a tantalizing treat. Tell me, warrior - would you like to eat this?”
 
               Aqua gulps, finally closing her mouth. “Mm-hm.” she responds dimly. Between her legs, the small bulge seems to grow a little even without the influence of magic; straining her shorts. 
 
               Chuckling, Maleficent holds it out - and Aqua leans forward. Her shackles clink as she approaches - and then go silent as they’re pulled as taut as they could go, leaving her an inch away from the cupcake. Aqua looks shocked - and even still, tries to stretch her mouth out to nibble at it. As she struggles, Maleficent raises her scepter again - glowing as it impacts Aqua’s forehead.
 
               As her eyelids sink lower again, Maleficent pops the cupcake between her lips, causing her to quickly take it in and start chewing. A pleased, if somewhat dopey, expression spreads across her face as she eats - and as the witch begins to speak.
 
               “How fulfilling that must be. You already eat to your heart’s content - but only in moments of respite. How few and fleeting those must be for a warrior. The bulk of your training is that of the physical - exercises and excursions. Never let your training prevent you from pursuing your desires, even what you wish is simply to do naught at all. Indulge, my weary warrior - relax.” 
 
               Having finished her treat, Aqua swallows it down - her throat visibly bulging as it makes its way down in time with the witch’s command. A ripple seems to spread from her neck downward - her breasts quaking and the strained leather of her corset streaking as her growth begins anew. As hours of strenuous exercise are consumed and instead replaced with idleness - or consumption itself - her body begins to swell from the top downward. 
 
               Her upper arms grow thicker - saggier at first, but soon replaced with a sense of firmness as the thickness seems to even out, all the way down to her hands. Her shoulders broaden - and her breasts expand further. The strain is too much for her clothes to bear - her sleeves tearing until they remain as simple bands, and soon, her breasts; fatty gloves upon her chest, sit exposed to the witch before her. Even in her entranced state, Aqua strains against the manacles to cover them - but it doesn’t take long for the lazier woman to give up and resign herself to nudity, unwilling to expend the energy. 
 
               Her ponderously-large gut engorges further - broadening until it’s several feet across. Her corset seems, at first, to rend - on its way to the floor alongside the tatters of her other clothes… But, as though adhered to her flesh, remains on her body. The fabric, with a will of its own, seems to reshape - laces extending to tether the torn remnants together around her rotund gut. 
 
               Her stance seems to change as well - as though her hips, too, were broadening - her thick thighs spreading apart as she briefly struggles to support her new weight - but soon she finds the strength within herself to stand. Her pants are shorn by their growth, just as her top before them - and their new contents are revealed. Between her legs hung a thick phallus - beneath them; a smooth pair of balls. It hung flaccid for a few moments, even then, respectable in its size… But upon tasting the open air, it seemed to rise.
 
Whatever darkness courses through her body seems to have impacted her clothes - starting with her corset, and extending now to her boots. The armor migrates upward and downward alike - the former twisting around her ankles, creating a construct not too dissimilar to the manacles upon her wrist. The latter flattens beneath her feet - forming an iron sole to her now rather simple boots. 
 
               Perhaps the only thing that didn’t change about her body was that of her face - resting now on shoulders much too broad to be her own. Her entire form dwarfs that of the burliest warrior or most corpulent person she’d seen in her years as a warrior - the darkness within perverting her very anatomy beyond human limits. 
 
               Maleficent’s scepter glows brighter as she pushes Aqua further, taunting. “Oh, clinging to modesty, are you? Not only do you have to deal with duty, but decorum - your deeds judged by your etiquette. Let your actions speak louder than your conduct, girl - act with abandon! Others’ expectations matter not - all that matters is your desires. Forget any expectations other than your own.”
 
               Beyond being affected, Aqua seems… Moved by these words. Her smile returns, and a dim laugh escapes her lips. While her eyes had been half-lidded before - now an odd light begins to shine from within. Her irises gleam a sickly yellow shade; the darkness within and magic without sinking deeper into her mind and heart. 
 
               Her hands seem to broaden - either inspired by this new command, or lingering from the last; but moreover, the very tips of her fingers begin to shift. Her fingernails seem to sink into her flesh - the digits becoming uniform, and… Darker. At first, a light shade of blue, not too dissimilar from that of her hair, settles down into them, sweeping upward into the rest of her arms, darkening by the minute. Were she in a more sober state of mind, she’d have recognized it as the same color as the creatures she’d been fighting.
 
               The discoloration doesn’t seem to start on her fingers alone - the witch before her can see a shade of blue creeping up past the armored anklets she now possessed - but moreover - it seemed to spread from her navel outward… For as long as she possessed one. Maleficent laughed as she watched the faint impression of Aqua’s belly button seal up as it spread the darkness through her form - but what prompted her to cackle was the sight of red upon her flesh. A line of red seemed to etch itself across Aqua’s midsection - above the center of her gut and beneath her breasts; slowly tracing the line of a familiar emblem - branding the warrior with the iconography of the Heartless. The process was slow-going - too slow for Maleficent. 
 
               “The life of a warrior is a lonely one, is it not?” she teases. “You may have brothers in arms; but that’s where your relations end. Love may not be out of the question, but lust is a force you must tread upon every day.” Aqua’s eyes lit up - and her cock seemed to stiffen further, rising from between her legs. Maleficent takes a step around to Aqua’s side to avoid it. “It’s the strongest form of desire - and you desire things strongly… Don’t you?” 
 
               Aqua nods in affirmation - her member now rising to full mast. The darkness surging through her body expunges more of her humanity - paving over it with the deep, blue tone. What remains of her outfit seems to coalesce with her body - merging as part of her essence. Her corset sweeps downward; encompassing the sides of her belly and reaching around to cover her broad rear as well. It even extends upward - connecting with her sleeves’ tatters to secure around her shoulders, as the arms of a combined outfit. Contrasting her skin, it brightens - turning a vibrant shade of pink; a shade shared by the center of the bands upon her wrists and ankles. The latter seems to have merged with her boots once more - as they grow larger and rounder - though it’s unclear whether they’re expanding for accommodation or assimilation. 
 
The witch retracts her scepter; and Aqua’s face fades from one of dopey bliss to one of confusion. “Uh- huh…” she gasps, narrowing her yellowed eyes at the witch. Even so far gone - a part of her clings on. “You’re… A monster. S-stop this now, or-”
 
               “Or what?” Maleficent challenges. “Still hung up on your judgements and duties… What a stubborn girl you are.” Her scepter glows again, and this time, Aqua tries to avert her eyes - but is unable to block out the spellcaster’s words.  “What do you feel when you eat?” Maleficent muses - and Aqua’s mouth opens. No words come out - though a bit of black drool does. Her answer comes in a faint thrust of her hips, causing her cock to bob slightly. “And when you relax?” Another thrust - this time, Aqua struggles against her bondage - not out of resistance, but in reaching for her crotch. “And when you simply wish to indulge your cravings?” Aqua seems to hump the air before her; prompting Maleficent to step away.
 
A collar seems to be forming around her throat - broad and circular, and as the blue tone reaches her neck, it seems to swell; closing the gap between the material and her flesh. Despite the distance between them, the darkness continues to surge within the corpulent warrior - the emblem of the Heartless now complete upon her belly.
 
“And this is what you feel when you serve me.” The corrupted warrior looks up for a moment, confused - but as the blue tone begins to invade more of her face; and as it begins to soften and deform, she focuses her attention back to her own lusts - silently accepting the witch’s words. “This is what you feel when you taste the darkness in the hearts of others. Sorrow, despair, malice… Feed upon it as with all else. Consume it, and let it consume you in turn!” she bellows - her voice resounding through the shadows around them. “Shed your morals, forget your duties - you exist to want; and you want-”
 
With a great heave, Aqua finally manages to yank the chains binding her wrists forward - shattering several links in the chain and sending fragments of metal skittering into the darkness. She gives a bellow that resounds with an unnatural depth, and her broad hands quickly fall upon her body. One hand wraps itself around her breast - pressing in against the firm but fatty flesh. By now, the blue tone had completely overtaken her body - her breasts sharing the dark blue; her nipples even darker. Her other hand quickly wrapped around her cock. The sudden and forceful grip evoked another deep bellow, and a shudder that wobbled unnaturally across the warrior’s body.
 
Weak at the knees, she falls back - impacting the ground with a thundering crash; her legs splaying out before her as she starts to stroke her body. Beyond her actions, Maleficent can see a deeper corruption taking hold of her. Her pupils seem to… Unfurl; spreading into a ring - expanding the existing ring of her iris to encompass more of her eyes. Two rings of yellow sit within them - soon to be three, as her pupil expands again; four as it grows again, until only rings of yellow fill her once-willful eyes. 
 
More than broadening, her face reshapes; the last of the powdery blue tone that heralded the arrival of her corruption darkening into the same shade as the rest of her. Her face rounds out - with fat first; then deforming into an ovoid. Features fade; her chin hidden by her new collar, her cheekbones and nose melting into the indistinct mass of her head. All that comes to remain is that of her mouth - a slobbery blue tongue peeking out from past her bluish lips - as well as her yellowed eyes, and her hair. For a moment, it too seems to darken - as shadows manifest overhead. Completing her ‘outfit’ is an armored hat with a wide brim and crooked top; coming to rest upon her head; affixed as an innate part of her. 
 
As she pumps her hand down the shaft of her cock, the ground shakes - fragments of metal and stone leaping up with every forceful stroke. Maleficent cackles at the sight of the indulgent creature; the quaking ground not fazing her in the slightest as she approaches. The Heartless woman ignores her, continuing to stroke herself. 
 
Furrowing her brow, Maleficent manifests another cupcake - which immediately draws their eyes. Raising her hand from her breast, she reaches out; the witch having gotten their attention.
 
“Tut tut.” Maleficent chides, pulling the sweet backward. “Use your words. Tell me what you want.”
 
A bellowing whine resounds through the room. “I… Huh… I want…” She sits up, reaching out for the cupcake again; but is unwilling to part her hand from her shaft. “I want!” 
 
“And who wants? How may I refer to you?”
 
The question evokes another groan, but following that, silence. The Heartless that had once been Aqua looks down, tilting its head. “I’m… I-I want, I…” Looking back up, she desperately moans “I’m… Wha’ever ya want - I just wanna eat dat thing.”
 
Maleficent huffs, looking away from the creature. “Neglecting her training seems to have included her studies, too…” she murmurs, taking a step away. She throws the cupcake over her shoulder - the slow-witted Heartless just lets it bounce off of her exposed boob and fall onto the ground; its frosting smearing slightly on the black stone. 
 
Having become stationary, she giggles dumbly and reaches out - grasping it on her palm. The force crushes the tiny pastry; but despite the presentation, she brings it up to her mouth and starts to tongue the smeared frosting and crumbled cake off of her hand. 
 
Listening intently to the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and gluttonous scarfing, Maleficent grins wickedly. “There will be plenty more of that to come - for now, I think you’ve earned a nice long rest.” She walks into the darkness - her outfit seeming to melt into it; and before long - she’s gone.
 
With a soft belch, the Heartless replies - rather lately - “Wha’ever ya say, boss.” Having finished her food, she resumes masturbating; lingering in her corner of the realm of darkness…
 
Until her mistress would call her to eat.