Final Fantasy VII: Tifa
By Arcane
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Tifa Lockheart nervously adjusted the strap of her glove and for the third time in as many minutes wondered where the other members of the party were. It was a dangerous world, but there were certainly far more places she would have liked to be than the Shinra basement on a sabotage assignment. Being alone only made things worse. In getting here there had been a few fights, though nothing that the party couldn't handle, but now she was down here on her own and it was less easy to be confident. She was a big girl, in more ways than one, but she too could get scared or worried. Still, it was all part and parcel of the terrorism business. She twisted the glove again, checking that her materia pieces were slotted in place. Had she not been looking at the reflection in the pieces, the projectile heading towards her might have hit her. Instead, she instinctively dodged and spun to face her enemy. It was nothing more than a guard droid hovering in the air, not even backed up. "Great security," she sniffed and raised her fists. The gun fired another blast at her, but she dodged and ran forward before it had time to reload. She whipped out her gloved fist, shaking the barrel of the weapon and then lashed out with her powerful leg, knocking the gun through the air. It spun, before hitting a wall and turning again, this time firing a second volley that Tifa couldn't easily dodge. She spun up her glove and took the blow as it knocked her backwards. Nothing a decent potion won't heal, she thought as she gritted her teeth and ran forward again, punching and kicking and this time scoring a critical hit which shattered the little droid into pieces. She smiled and stretched her arms behind her, puffing out an already inflated chest. These fights were all getting too easy for her. She turned alertly as she heard a footfall behind her. It was an armored soldier wielding a sword--a doom guard. They'd been able to take out plenty of them on the way here. It was no challenge. She ran forward and lashed out a punch, only to miss when the guard agilely darted to one side. Her kick followed through but the guard simply ducked and spun. Miss? She thought, her concentration divided for a split second. She felt a white flash of pain as the hilt of the sword crashed into her back. She fell forward, rolling with the blow. As tough as she might be, a tight white singlet and support bra weren't great armor. She kicked out again, this time hitting the guard's thigh and knocking him back a little. The attack seemed to do no sort of damage, however. Right, let's fry him. Tifa concentrated and began to cast. Green magic light erupted in a ring around her and she blasted her energy at the guard. A bolt of lightning was supposed to hit him. Instead, all Tifa saw was a faint white ripple in the air around him. Oh no.reflect! From nowhere a bolt of jagged electrical power arced through the air, blasting through Tifa's body. She felt her muscles tense and her nerves scream in pain. She fell to her knees and as her pained vision cleared she saw the doom guard's boot about to collide with her gut. She rolled a little but most of the blow was effective. She fell to the ground coughing. Fortunately she was now hurt enough for. "Limit Break!" she yelled standing up and letting her natural body energy flow. She dashed forward, pummeling the guard with a series of punches, then planting her foot on his chest and flipping back, kicking his head. Finally she swept his legs out from under him with a sharp wave kick. "Ha! Eat that!" She smiled as she jumped back. The guard flashed his sword through the air and Tifa leapt back even further. What the hell does it take to beat this guy? she asked herself. At least he missed me. She looked down to see that she wasn't entirely correct. While she had been fast enough to avoid injury, her large chest had pushed out her singlet and allowed the blade to slice clean through the material of both the shirt and her support bra. As Tifa looked down, she saw the folds of useless material fall to the ground and her massive breasts exposed themselves. As the guard attacked calmly, she jumped to one side, trying to keep herself covered. Not only was she self- conscious of her body, but without support the organs were incredibly inconvenient to fight with--or for that matter do anything. She launched a clumsy kick at a guard but the weight of the glands threw her off and she missed totally. Now it was the guard's turn to cast a spell and she had no sort of reflection ready. She watched as light dust sprinkled from the sky above her. "Slepel." she tried to say, but by then she was already asleep. **** Tifa snapped her eyes open instantly. Not that there was much to see. Pretty much just bare walls by the look of it. A cell of some sort. Great, was her first thought, captured on a routine mission. She tried to move. She couldn't. As she looked down she quickly saw why. There had been no attempt at all to cover her breasts up. If anything, her seating position accentuated their size. She was on a fairly large, almost throne-like chair, held in place by some sort of straps. There were straps on her wrists, just below the elbow and circling around her armpits. A large strap rounded her waist tightly. After that things got even more scary. Not only had she not been given a new top, but her leather shorts and underwear had been removed too. She was tied to the chair stark naked! Two straps held firm on her large upper thighs and her feet descended into some sort of boots, firmly attached to the chair itself. Something here was very, very wrong. Subject has regained consciousness, a droning computer voice chimed. "Good," a sultry female voice joined it. "Proceed." Tifa tried to pull at the straps but it was soon clear that they were not going to give way. "What do you want?" There was no answer. "What are you going to do?" Again there was nothing. Tifa turned her head to one side and saw a large arm with a bowl rising up from the chair. "What the hell." She looked over to the other side and saw a second rising up, slowly turning over. "Why." she started, then everything clicked. "NO WAY!" she yelled and tried again to stretch her bonds as the bowls or rather, large cups, moved towards her chest. She did her best to avoid them but they were mechanically precise and with her bonds and their size there was little she could do to prevent the plastic-like cups from fully swallowing her massive breasts. She watched in horror as they contracted slightly, firmly pressing against her and she felt a sucking sensation as they pulled in tightly. Then a click. Mammary manipulators in place, the voice droned. "Begin," the woman commanded.
Tifa Lockheart nervously adjusted the strap of her glove and for the third time in as many minutes wondered where the other members of the party were. It was a dangerous world, but there were certainly far more places she would have liked to be than the Shinra basement on a sabotage assignment. Being alone only made things worse. In getting here there had been a few fights, though nothing that the party couldn't handle, but now she was down here on her own and it was less easy to be confident. She was a big girl, in more ways than one, but she too could get scared or worried. Still, it was all part and parcel of the terrorism business. She twisted the glove again, checking that her materia pieces were slotted in place. Had she not been looking at the reflection in the pieces, the projectile heading towards her might have hit her. Instead, she instinctively dodged and spun to face her enemy. It was nothing more than a guard droid hovering in the air, not even backed up. "Great security," she sniffed and raised her fists. The gun fired another blast at her, but she dodged and ran forward before it had time to reload. She whipped out her gloved fist, shaking the barrel of the weapon and then lashed out with her powerful leg, knocking the gun through the air. It spun, before hitting a wall and turning again, this time firing a second volley that Tifa couldn't easily dodge. She spun up her glove and took the blow as it knocked her backwards. Nothing a decent potion won't heal, she thought as she gritted her teeth and ran forward again, punching and kicking and this time scoring a critical hit which shattered the little droid into pieces. She smiled and stretched her arms behind her, puffing out an already inflated chest. These fights were all getting too easy for her. She turned alertly as she heard a footfall behind her. It was an armored soldier wielding a sword--a doom guard. They'd been able to take out plenty of them on the way here. It was no challenge. She ran forward and lashed out a punch, only to miss when the guard agilely darted to one side. Her kick followed through but the guard simply ducked and spun. Miss? She thought, her concentration divided for a split second. She felt a white flash of pain as the hilt of the sword crashed into her back. She fell forward, rolling with the blow. As tough as she might be, a tight white singlet and support bra weren't great armor. She kicked out again, this time hitting the guard's thigh and knocking him back a little. The attack seemed to do no sort of damage, however. Right, let's fry him. Tifa concentrated and began to cast. Green magic light erupted in a ring around her and she blasted her energy at the guard. A bolt of lightning was supposed to hit him. Instead, all Tifa saw was a faint white ripple in the air around him. Oh no.reflect! From nowhere a bolt of jagged electrical power arced through the air, blasting through Tifa's body. She felt her muscles tense and her nerves scream in pain. She fell to her knees and as her pained vision cleared she saw the doom guard's boot about to collide with her gut. She rolled a little but most of the blow was effective. She fell to the ground coughing. Fortunately she was now hurt enough for. "Limit Break!" she yelled standing up and letting her natural body energy flow. She dashed forward, pummeling the guard with a series of punches, then planting her foot on his chest and flipping back, kicking his head. Finally she swept his legs out from under him with a sharp wave kick. "Ha! Eat that!" She smiled as she jumped back. The guard flashed his sword through the air and Tifa leapt back even further. What the hell does it take to beat this guy? she asked herself. At least he missed me. She looked down to see that she wasn't entirely correct. While she had been fast enough to avoid injury, her large chest had pushed out her singlet and allowed the blade to slice clean through the material of both the shirt and her support bra. As Tifa looked down, she saw the folds of useless material fall to the ground and her massive breasts exposed themselves. As the guard attacked calmly, she jumped to one side, trying to keep herself covered. Not only was she self- conscious of her body, but without support the organs were incredibly inconvenient to fight with--or for that matter do anything. She launched a clumsy kick at a guard but the weight of the glands threw her off and she missed totally. Now it was the guard's turn to cast a spell and she had no sort of reflection ready. She watched as light dust sprinkled from the sky above her. "Slepel." she tried to say, but by then she was already asleep. **** Tifa snapped her eyes open instantly. Not that there was much to see. Pretty much just bare walls by the look of it. A cell of some sort. Great, was her first thought, captured on a routine mission. She tried to move. She couldn't. As she looked down she quickly saw why. There had been no attempt at all to cover her breasts up. If anything, her seating position accentuated their size. She was on a fairly large, almost throne-like chair, held in place by some sort of straps. There were straps on her wrists, just below the elbow and circling around her armpits. A large strap rounded her waist tightly. After that things got even more scary. Not only had she not been given a new top, but her leather shorts and underwear had been removed too. She was tied to the chair stark naked! Two straps held firm on her large upper thighs and her feet descended into some sort of boots, firmly attached to the chair itself. Something here was very, very wrong. Subject has regained consciousness, a droning computer voice chimed. "Good," a sultry female voice joined it. "Proceed." Tifa tried to pull at the straps but it was soon clear that they were not going to give way. "What do you want?" There was no answer. "What are you going to do?" Again there was nothing. Tifa turned her head to one side and saw a large arm with a bowl rising up from the chair. "What the hell." She looked over to the other side and saw a second rising up, slowly turning over. "Why." she started, then everything clicked. "NO WAY!" she yelled and tried again to stretch her bonds as the bowls or rather, large cups, moved towards her chest. She did her best to avoid them but they were mechanically precise and with her bonds and their size there was little she could do to prevent the plastic-like cups from fully swallowing her massive breasts. She watched in horror as they contracted slightly, firmly pressing against her and she felt a sucking sensation as they pulled in tightly. Then a click. Mammary manipulators in place, the voice droned. "Begin," the woman commanded.