Over the Wall

They made it back to the surface, glad to be rid of the stench and grime once more. Tifa took Cloud to the side, cleaning him up, eyeing the pair of panties, marked with a mixture of Cloud's leakage and the steady drops of the Don's cum leaking out of his ass. She delicately wiped him up, frustrating him with the almost motherly touch she exhibited. Then she fished a pair out of her panties.

"Here, you can wear these for now. I imagine they'll feel better than your underwear going forward," she said. She tugged them up over Cloud's shrunken penis, and he lifted his trousers up.

"Thanks," Cloud mumbled. "My pants feel ... tight."

"Whatever you were injected with ... it's making your ass bigger. Your breasts too. When we get a chance we need to get you into some different clothing." Barret came around the corner.

"You look more like a bitch every day," he grumbled. "Reckon it suits you though."

"Yeah, it does," Tifa agreed, smiling sweetly.

"Used to think you were a little shit with a big attitude and a bigger inferiority complex. Quite possibly the worst person I have ever met. But that was before I figured you out. All of that cocky professional business? It ain't you. You're a cuck, a bitch, a twink."

"Deep down, you're a pretty decent person, Cloud. Didn't see it when we were kids, but…" Tifa shrugged.

"Don't know about any of that, but this is no use on the battlefield. If anything, it's a liability," Cloud said.

"Hey, no one's saying you can't fight. You got some skills. You're just built different now," Barret growled. They reached their destination, a high concrete wall with AVALANCHE written on it.

"Aerith's up there waiting for us," Tifa said.

"Let's go," Cloud said, happy to get away from this conversation.