Battle Royale w. Cheese! Turn 4.5 - Tifa and Tohru (A Mostly Mundane Mall)

> AGREE TO MODEL ONE OF PANCHIRA’S OUTFITS (TIFA) [MANNEQUIN TF, BAD END]

Tifa’s heart pounded as the dress that had been Albedo vanished beneath Blackcat’s latest work of fashion.

“Hmm…” said the catgirl, sewing the final stitch of an exquisite red dress. “What do nyou think of this, nya?”

Tifa glowered. It looked like the sluttiest thing she’d seen in her life. She wouldn’t be caught dead wearing– Beep! “Oh wow, I think it looks amazing!”

Blackcat scowled. “Hmphf. I don’t remember asking what nyou think, nya.” With a huff, she looked away. It didn’t take long for her gaze to slip back, however. “On the other hand, if nyou like it so much, perhaps nyou might like to model it for me…?”

Tifa winced. She couldn’t think of anything more embarrass– Beep! “Oh, please! Please let me try it on!”

Blackcat shrugged. “Hmphf. If nyou like…” Reaching into her cleavage, she pulled out a slim black rod and aimed it Tifa’s chest. Zzzap!

Tifa squeaked as the light struck her bikini top and arced down to her bottoms. For an instant, they glowed, electrified. A second later, they vanished in a puff of flame. Tifa squealed and struggled to cover her body.

Now Blackcat turned her wand on the dress she’d finished, sending it flying into the air in a single swift motion. Like a flying eel, it wove its way across the room, opened its jaws wide and swallowed her whole, throwing her whole into darkness. Tifa shrieked and fought as it squirmed and tightened around her.

Finally, her head popped through its neckhole, and the light returned to her. The dress shivered a little more and settled still.

Looking down, Tifa squealed. Tight, red, and made of coiling ribbons, the dress showed off more of her body than it concealed. Its bust was like a pair of paws wrapped around her breasts, lifting them up and barely hiding her nipples, while its skirt came to an emphatic stop halfway over her ass, deliberately squishing in the most exaggerated way possible. Red-faced, she struggled to pull it down.

“Well?” said Blackcat. “What do nyou think? Isn’t it a magnificent work of art that dramatically improves nyour worthless body?”

Tifa wanted to scream at her. “What are you talking a–?” Beep! “Of course it is! Wow, Panchira! It makes me look amazing! I wanna wear it FOREVER!”

Blackcat licked her lips. “Oh, really, nya?”

The tone of her voice made Tifa’s heart stop beating. “Wait,” she said, as the catgirl raised her wand. “Wait, no. I didn’t say that! I didn’t–”

Zzzap!

This time, the beam didn’t strike her clothes but her flesh directly. Tifa screamed as its energy roared screaming through her flesh, setting her every nerve on fire. As Tifa moaned, the catgirl flicked her wrist and sent her flying into the air. Sailing across the room, she came to a stop on a little pedestal in the window and stuck there, unable to step off.

As she stood there, struggling to escape the beam’s power, her body moved on its own. Bending over (and almost making her boobs spill out of her new dress in the process), she placed one hand on her knee and the other on her asscheek, gripping it tight. Her touch struck her with a sharp pang of pleasure.

A second later, she ceased moving entirely. To her horror, Tifa found she could no longer move at all, not even to breathe. She couldn’t even feel her heartbeat.

As she stared, wanting to scream, a wave of tingling rolled out from her chest. Where it passed, her body burned with erotic energy and her skin–shimmering turned to hard, pale fiberglass. Mewling at the utter ecstasy of her nipples becoming harder than they’d ever been in her life, she watched, unable to act, as the wave of change washed over her body, turning every single inch of her hard and inanimate. When her lower lips slammed shut, she almost orgasmed.

Finally, her fingers and toes and face all froze into solid fiberglass, her hair became nothing more than a wig, and a metal rod sprouted from beneath her to rise up and slam straight into her– Tifa moaned.

With that, it was over.

Nn~! H-help me...!

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Tohru clasped her mouth in shock as the pink lightning faded and Blackcat lowered her wand.

“There,” said the catgirl. “Nyow nyou can model my beautiful dresses forever and ever, just like nyou wanted~. And nyou’re so much prettier this way.” Her eyes turned on Tohru. “Don’t nyou agree, nya?”

 Beep!