Tifa blows out of proportion

Tifa wailed in pain as the titanic tits sprang from her shirt, so heavy that they pulled at her chest and weighed her down. They **** her to lean forward constantly, until they were the size of her whole body, and even thicker. They were touching the ground and nearly taller than she was.

Peach laughed hysterically and cruelly. “What a pathetic cow! Come on! Moo for me, Bessie!”

Tifa blushed and turned away, trying to hide behind her enormous melons. Peach scowled and threw a heel into Tifa’s nipple, grinding it and making the enormous breast shake wildly as she screamed in horrible pain.

“I said MOO, slut! Or I’ll stomp your clit next!”
“OH GOD, NO!” Tifa begged.
“Then DO IT!”

Tifa whimpered, but conceded. She mooed softly.
“Louder, cow!” Peach taunted, pinching Tifa’s nipple in her nails until a bit of milk came out. “Want all those bulls to hear you begging them to fuck you.”
Tifa mooed at the top of her lungs, amplified by the pain in her tits. Peach laughed and smacked them like giant drums, making them jiggle and bounce as Tifa did her sadistic show of submission.