Tifa and the Materia

The bell over the door rang, signaling the entrance of a possible customer.

Tifa looked up briefly from where she was bent slightly over, polishing the bar. Her posture gave the courier who had just entered a beautiful view of her mammoth tits. They swayed, teasingly encased in a tight white tank top that was little more than a bra, as it ended just below her perfect breasts, showcasing her toned stomach. The man gulped as he approached.

She wore suspenders that stretched around the outer curves of her breasts and wound down over her fit stomach to finally attach to a wide leather belt. The belt served no apparent purpose, other than to frame the most scandalously short leather skirt he had ever seen. Just as he was noticing that she wasn't wearing a bra, she looked at him and smiled, brushing away a strand of her sumptuous brown hair. Her hands were encased to the bicep in what appeared to be some kind of fetish bondage glove.

"Welcome to Seventh Heaven. What can I get for you?", she asked innocently.

The man shifted his pelvis closer to the counter, trying to hide the growing tent in his pants.

"Uh, s, special delivery for a Tifa Lockheart." he stammered, brow shiny with sweat.

"That's me!" Tifa squealed, bouncing up and down in delight. The resulting jiggling flesh caused the man's dick to strain against his pants.

It took all of his willpower to wrench his gaze from her bountiful body. He set down the small package he was carrying onto the counter and produced a clipboard from his bag.

"Sign here please" he said, pointedly not looking at the wet dream behind the counter as he handed the clipboard to her. She scribbled her signature, completely oblivious.

Tifa slid the package in front of her and untied the bow. Tifa never noticed that it was made of leather because of the gloves she wore. She carefully opened the box. Inside on a bed of blue velvet was a slightly glowing, oval, pink stone. Tifa recognized it immediately as a Materia, though she didn't recognize the type. She picked it up, noticing that it had been attached to a leather strap with a silver buckle. It was a choker.

With a shrug she brushed back her hair and put it on. She had a moments trouble with the buckle, but got it. It was a snug fit. She turned to see herself in the mirror behind the counter. She smiled. She looked ridiculous. The glowing pink stone was totally garish. She reached up to take it off when she noticed the corner of an envelope peeking out from under the box.

She picked it up, ripped open the envelope, and read.

'Dear ' it began. She arched her eyebrow at this. Her eyes widened as the choker encircling her slender neck trembled, then contracted sharply. She gagged, dropping the letter as her hands flew to her throat. A pink light blazed from the choker. It wouldn't come off. Her fingers searched the collar for the buckle, but it didn't seem to exist anymore. The choker finally unclenched, allowing Tifa to breathe easy.

She hurriedly checked the mirror, confirming what her hands had already told her. The choker had become a solid band, the pulsing pink stone centered perfectly. It wouldn't even allow her to turn it on her neck to see the back, so fixed in place had it become. The blazing light from a moment ago had faded, leaving the word "" emblazoned in pink on either side of the collar.