or "Cloud's Big Surprise" A Final Fantasy VII Alterniverse Fanfiction by The Cloaked Ghost
Less than an hour ago... Tifa awoke early in the morning, sunlight streaming in her bedroom window. She put the last morsels of the ham to her lips, hoping to sate herself long enough to dress. She stood naked in front of the mirror and pulled on the top. It was a bit of a struggle to actually fit her vastly larger breasts into the tight, but thankfully stretchy, material, but she succeeded in getting the top a few inches past her nipples. She reached for the suspenders and pulled them over her head, around the sides of her stomach and smiling as they dangled with a few inches to spare. Finally, she grabbed the shorts and pulled them up her lithe legs. Her eyes grew wide. She hadn't widened them enough. In fact, she had barely widened the waistband at all! Anger surged upwards, out of that inner reservoir. Why hadn't she thought of this? It was right there in front of her the whole time! She grunted and sucked in as much gut as she could, but that was rather like using smooth sandpaper on a diamond, and had virtually no effect. She blinked. Of course. The shorts weren't meant to go over the vast portion of the bulk. She'd just fasten it below her belly, allowing it to hang over the waistband in a huge paunch. After many minutes of pained effort, she clamped the top button shut, quickly followed by the tough, leather belt, hoping that neither would break under the considerable stress put on either. She clamped the suspenders onto her pants, and sighed. They dug into her stomach-flesh a little, but a little discomfort for Cloud's sake... Finally, she turned about and confronted the last foe left standing in New Nibelheim: her bedroom mirror.... Tifa snapped out of her reverie. How long had she been reminiscing? How long was she standing there, looking at her round belly in the mirror? She didn't know. She forced herself down the stairs, turning and pressing herself through diagonally again, and sat herself on the couch. Her stomach loudly protested her neglect. Her hand groped for her usual plate of pancakes, now painfully absent. She heaved herself to her feet once more, ready to submit to the kitchen. There was a sharp rap on the door. "Tifa-chan.." Tifa broke into cold sweat, then stood upright and slowly made her way towards the door. It was time. No more turning back. No escape. No choice. None. "Tifa-chan..." She composed herself as best she could, brushing her hair backwards with her hands. She had to be ready.. "Tifa-chan? Are you home?" She closed her eyes and withdrew into the shadows of a corner. "I'm here, Cloud. Come on home." The door opened too slowly and too quickly. A familiar figure, with a familiar huge sword on its back, stood in the doorway, his expression impossible to discern as the light from behind him, that of the morning sun, was brilliant and blinding. His head turned, scanning the room. "Tifa-chan? Where are you? How have you been?" It turned towards where she stood, now illuminated by the light streaming in, in all her glory. A deep gasp echoed through the room. "TIFA.......... chan?!?!??!?" ()()()()()()()()()()()()() ()()()()()()()()()()()()() ()()()()()()()()()()()()() Tifa sat bolt upright in her knapsack. She was covered in a slick, slimy sweat. Where? When? She blinked. Something was different. She looked down and nearly squealed with joy. Her toes! She wiggled them happily, as if in greeting. Her hands dashed over her stomach, as tough and flat as a washboard. She scanned the room. Cosmo Canyon, of course. She and Cloud were in a nice room, where Nanaki had insisted they spend the night, instead of out by the fire, with the rest of the party. It was a nice gesture, especially after having the village elders perform the marriage ceremony right there on the cliff, where Cloud had proposed only a few hours before. She smiled at the new ring on her finger. It sparkled in the light. A dream, nothing more, she reminded herself. A dream. She lay back down, her hand outstretched. A moonbeam, white and pure, shone in from the window. She yawned. A dream. A dream. Tifa yawned once again and shut her eyes. The gem sparkled in the moonlight. Whew. That was a _long_ story. ^_^ I hope you enjoyed it. I liked writing it, I'll tell you that. Let's see.. This 'fic has taken since June to write. It's late November now. ^_^ Appreciate the time that went into this. <sigh> Anyway, if you'd like to contact me for some reason, I can be reached at cloaked_ghost@usa.net via e-mail. If you like the idea of JEMS and want to use it in your own stories, go ahead. ^_^ Well, that's that... -- The Cloaked Ghost
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