What The Materia Have Done

Dread filled every fiber of her being as Tifa climbed down off the bar, almost slipping in the puddles of her own cum. She leaned forwards, closer to the mirror and slowly stuck out her tongue. It slipped out between her lips and kept extending further and further, until the tip touched the glass. All the while, a nauseous mix of panic and horror was building within her, growing in sync with the pleasure centered on her tongue.

She pistoned her tongue in and out between her lips, slowly at first and then faster. The pleasure and accompanying horror grew until Tifa couldn’t help but let out a hysterical half sob and laugh. She sunk to the floor, knees drawn to her chest and cried for a good long while.

Sniffling, Tifa shakily stood up and gathered her courage. That sense of wrongness wasn’t just coming from her tongue. She needed to know what the collar and materia had done.

Leaning towards the mirror, Tifa slowly opened her mouth. Her tongue looked almost normal, resting in her mouth, if a little bit broader and thicker than she remembered it. Shuddering, she leaned over and then tilted her head as far backwards as she could in the collar. Tifa then extended her tongue, taking care to not touch her lips.

Tongue fully extended and firmly resting on the glass of the mirror, she slowly moved her tongue down to give a better view into her mouth. Her body shivered in pleasure at the feeling of her tongue sliding down the smooth glass. Turing her head to and fro she caught enough glimpses of the inside of her mouth to paint a picture. The flesh in there, on her cheeks and the roof of her mouth had ridges and folds that weren’t there before.

Tifa sniffled, wet and loud.

There was more flesh in her mouth than there should be, it was puffier and more encompassing than it should have been. Needing to know more, she blindly fumbled for the flashlight she kept behind the bar for brownouts. Finding it, Tifa clicked it on by feel and raised it, pointing it towards her open mouth.

Aiming the light to get a good glimpse inside was a challenge, but Tifa saw enough to know that there was something wrong with the back of her throat. Her uvula was too large and oddly spherical at the end. Also, her tonsils were swollen and there was a pair of matching, smooth and large, pearls of flesh centered on each one of her tonsils.

Tifa’s finger shakily slipped into her mouth, feeling out the inside of her lips, the roof, and eventually, her tonsils and uvula. Sliding her finger along it all brought pleasure, equal to or more intense than what she had felt from her tongue. Every part of her mouth brought pleasure, even the part under her tongue as well as her gums.

But brushing against her tonsils and uvula was worse. It brought a sharp jolt of pleasure that while more intense, still felt like the feeling she would have gotten from rubbing her bare and exposed clit with a lubricated finger.

Still held in Tifa’s trembling hand, the flashlight clicked rhythmically against the glass, as she fought for enough calm to continue her examination.

Eventually, she was able to push on, seeking to see deeper into her throat. Her mouth opened, settling into an “O”, which stretched a bit wider than it should have. Tifa watched, with unblinking eyes as her teeth retracted and disappeared into her strange looking gums, while the tissues in her mouth swelled and expand inwards.

She could see that the tunnel of pink flesh, that was currently her mouth, extended into her throat and presumably down into it. Tifa knew what it looked like, but she couldn’t bring herself to even acknowledge it in her mind.

Stiffly, she circled the bar and sat back down on the stool, studiously keeping her mouth closed and her tongue still.