“Don Corneo, sir! You have a visitor!”

The Don himself, lazing around his desk and counting his ill-gotten earnings from the seedy district of Wall Market, didn’t even bother getting up from his slouched position in his chair, fishing around on his desk for his intercom.

“Unless they’re from the Honeybee Inn, tell ‘em to get lost! I’m busy!” He said, yawning loudly and tossing his microphone away. If the Don wasn’t in the mood, then no guest, visitor, negotiator, or ambassador got through his front doors, and he was just about ready to doze off when his bouncer responded.

“Sir! They say they’re your bodyguard from AVALANCHE!”

Don Corneo lurched upright in his chair, snatching the mic up again, a lurid gleam in his eyes.

“Why didn’t you say so!? Send ‘em in!” He shouted down the mic, his bouncer wincing and waving the guest through.

“Oooh, I’ve been waiting for this!” He hooted, straightening a non-existent tie and slicking back his tuft of hair. He had a vision, a vision of that babe in the white top who worked for those numbskull revolutionaries who kept bugging him for favours, at his side within groping distance! That rack was wasted on AVALANCHE! What if they went and got it shot full of holes picking a fight with Shinra? Idiots! Morons! If he took her off their hands, he’d be doing the world a favour! That was why when they came sniffing around his way looking for dirt on Shinra, he graciously indulged them, told them he’d give them whatever they wanted, in exchange for lending him one of their members as a temporary bodyguard. Naturally, they couldn’t refuse…

“Here she comes, here she comes!” Corneo rubbed his hands together and licked his lips, ready for his first long look at that leggy brunette when the door swung open and… Well, to say the Don was let down would be an understatement.

“Hey! Who the hell are you and what do you think you doin’ in my office!” He yelled at the blonde kid with the spiky hair and frankly comically oversized sword who had dared replace his dream dame. “If you ain’t got tits the size of my head, get out!”

The skinny soldier narrowed his eyes ever so slightly at him, then cooly responded.

“I’m from AVALANCHE.” He said simply, the last thing Corneo wanted to hear. “I’m the bodyguard you ordered. Is there a problem?”



“Of course there’s a problem!” Don Corneo slammed his fist onto his desk for emphasis. “Where’s the gams? The booty? The rack?”

“Couldn’t make it. Predisposed.” He said with just a hint of a smirk as he folded his arms. “I volunteered to step in for the week you scheduled. Cloud Strife. Former SOLDIER first class. You couldn’t find a better bodyguard in Midgar. Normally I charge.”

Don Corneo gnashed his teeth. Assuming AVALANCHE wasn’t playing a practical joke on him, then he couldn’t complain about his credentials. Unless that big sword was made of styrofoam, there was no way a string-bean like him could drag it into the room let alone swing it around. But he didn’t care about how good of a bodyguard he was, that wasn’t what he’d placed an order for! Somebody at AVALANCHE needed to take a clue! He’d have settled for the chick in the bandanna too! He had plenty of buff men on call if all he wanted was protection!

“Beat it!” Corneo scowled, swinging his chair around and and waving for him to leave. “I changed my mind, I don’t need a-”

He stopped abruptly, a light bulb sparking in his deceptively cunning brain. He swung back around again, yanked open a drawer, and squinted at what was inside. His backup plan, something he’d been saving for a rainy day. And deprived of those AVALANCHE milkers, what day could be rainier than this?



“Actually, first, come here for a second, SOLDIER boy.” He beckoned for him to come closer, the blonde shrugging and heading in. Normally Corneo didn’t let anybody approach his desk past his hidden trap door, but today was an exception. “Closer. Closer!”

The would-be bodyguard stopped at the edge of his desk, Corneo leaning over and squinting at him, looking over his poker face. He was pretty good-looking, a real pretty-boy. Stick him in a dress and slap some makeup on and he’d probably pass as a pretty attractive woman too… The Don didn’t mind those, but he liked women more, and the point was that this guy would make a pretty fine dame with some work.

“Alright, you pass! I changed my mind.” Corneo pushed his chair back a bit.

“You looking for something, Don?” The blonde asked, obviously slightly confused behind his cool exterior.

“Eyes! Needed to know if you got the glow.” Corneo pointed at his own irises. Convenient excuse to stare, that was. “That’s enough, you start tomorrow. After that, you stick to me like, glue, got it?”



“Yes sir.” He responded, his tone so genuine it was obviously condescending.

“One more thing!” Corneo stopped him. He reached into his drawer, pulling out a pink, glowing orb and placing it on his desk. He flicked it towards his new bodyguard, who scooped it up.

“That thing takes materia, right?” The Don asked rhetorically, noticing the gems already embedded in it. “Stick this in. It’ll go off if I’m in danger. You sleep with that under your pillowcase, you got it?”

“Sir, yes sir.” Cloud nodded and slotted it in. It shone briefly, bathing him with a pink glow.

“I’ll have my boys get you a room. Now scram!” Corneo turned, Cloud’s footsteps soon faded. As soon as they did, he let out a hissing cackle. That guy thought he could get one over the Don! What a sucker! He sure as hell was gonna make up for denying him his dame now…

–

“Hey! Eyes open, SOLDIER boy!”

Cloud snapped to alert, shoulders going stiff as he realised he had almost dozed off into a funk, having lost track of time as he leaned against a wall behind the Don in his office.

“What is it, sir?” He asked, politely addressing him.

“Nothing! Which you should be awake enough to know!” The Don chided him, having gotten up from his chair and in his face. “You not get enough sleep last night or something? My accommodations not comfortable enough for ya?”

“Not at all, sir.” Cloud said stiffly, hoping to get the repulsive man and his overbearing cologne away from him. It was for Tifa, he told himself as he put up with the hedonistic man throughout his day of eating, managing a criminal empire, and indulging himself. Most of it was done in perfect safety, leaving little for Cloud to do. However, he did feel a little embarrassed for zoning out. It was against his professionalism, and the Don was for once right to be upset. However, Cloud had felt a little off his game when he woke up, his dark room bathed in pink light from the glowing materia in the Buster Sword that had been propped up next to him. But he’d paid it no mind, putting it down to the unpleasant odour of the Don’s mansion getting to him. If sleaze had a smell, it was Don Corneo. The end of the week he was booked as his bodyguard couldn’t come soon enough.

Cloud kept his mind active as the Don returned to his paperwork, reminding himself that it was all for Tifa. He had instantly found an excuse to replace her when he found out about their deal, and hated to think what would happen behind the closed doors the Don lived behind with just the two of them and leverage against AVALANCHE if she didn’t play along. He knew that Tifa would crack his skull if he got too handsy, but… Cloud just couldn’t help himself and be protective.



Just then, a door opened, with one of the Don’s regular subordinates.

“Sir! The candidates for tonight’s bride auditions have arrived!” The man said confidently, only to cower slightly as the Don glared back at him.



“Idiot! I told you those were cancelled!” He snapped at him, the man seeming surprised.

“Are you sure sir? I made sure their cup sizes were as big as you…” The man trailed off as he saw that the Don was quite serious. “As you wish, sir! Apologies! “

“Dating not going well?” Cloud commented as the man scurried off.

“My love life’s doin’ just fine. I’m a bachelor with options. It’ll be doin’ even better soon.” The Don seemed strangely confident, rather than embarrassed like Cloud had thought he’d be. That confident seemed slimy, and Cloud figured he was happy to live without knowing whatever the Don was alluding to…

–

“All security reported as clear, Don.” Cloud informed Corneo in a strangely high-pitched voice as he stepped up to what was practically a throne in the special box at the top of the colosseum. With his many security guards making sure nobody could take a swing at him, Corneo swaggered up to his seat, able to safely gaze down and laugh at the poor saps throwing themselves into an arena of monsters. It made Cloud want to jump down in and take out the Don’s entire lineup himself, but he knew he’d just be amusing him even more that way.

“Hey, don’t be a stranger.” the Don said, tapping the chair next to him. “Take a seat!”

Cloud stayed back, reluctant even if he was otherwise willing to put up with his orders.

“Hey, hey!” The Don threw his hands up dramatically. “How’re ya supposed to keep me safe all the way back there? What if somebody throws something up here, huh? You gonna run over here and swing that big ‘ol sword of yours five seconds too late?”

Cloud rolled his eyes and moved up, removing his sword from his back. He didn’t like the feeling that he was Corneo’s right hand man, somebody to be glowered at by his enemies or to look down from on high alongside him. But work was work, and it was for Tifa after all.

“Y’know who usually sits here?” Corneo suddenly asked, snickering slightly and causing Cloud to hesitate mid-seating. Cloud sighed, knowing he was being set up for a punchline.

“Who?” He didn’t even bother guessing, shrugging his shoulders. They were noticeably narrower than usual, causing him to take on a rather wide-hipped appearance thanks to his baggy pants and rather thin waist. His tight top seemed rather puffy around the chest too, his top pushed out with a slight feminine curve. His chest wasn’t the only puffy thing too, as his lips were noticeably larger, rather soft and full, his nose smaller and cuter, and his eyelashes long and alluring. Even his hair had grown longer at the back, trailing partway down his neck. At a distance, Cloud could have been easily mistaken for a woman, something he strangely failed to notice when he looked at himself in the mirror in the morning, but was not lost on the Don’s other underlings, who could have sworn he had a man following around the other day.



“My broad!” Don Corneo howled with laughter. Cloud frowned, which seemed to be more of a pout today, but didn’t respond as he sat down. He didn’t have a witty comeback either, which he was rather annoyed by. He really was off his game down here in this glitzy hellhole. He put his sword at his feet, but made the mistake of letting out a slight gasp of relief as he put it down.

“I don’t know how you carry that heavy thing around all day.” The Don commented, noticing the exertion. “You sure you don’t get tired?”

“Not at all.” Cloud responded curtly, staring downwards at his sword and . It did feel heavier lately, probably owing to that off-feeling he had. He didn’t notice that his arms, usually wiry but muscular, just seemed wiry at the moment, lacking a lot of their usual muscle definition. He would have worried more about it, but was distracted by the everpresent pink glow of the materia placed in his sword’s blade. It was almost entrancing in a way. He’d never noticed that pink was such a pretty colour…

–

“You’re late! What if somebody had tried to assassinate me ten minutes ago?” Don Corneo called, Cloud wincing as he slunk through the door to his office uncharacteristically late.

“M-my apologies, sir.” He said in a breathy, high-pitched voice, sounding rather embarrassed, far from the confidence he spoke with just a couple of days earlier. “I was… held up a little.”

“Whatever, just get your ass over here. I’ll let you off this time.” He motioned for Cloud to approach.

“Yes, sir! I’ll be right over!” He said slightly awkwardly, grabbing the enormous sword he had leaned on the door. Instead of easily picking it up by the hand, he scooped it up with two arms, cradling it by the flat end and grunting as he took ponderous steps forward. It was obvious that his smooth, slender arms were woefully unequipped to use such a preposterous weapon, yet he did his best to carry it around anyway. He wasn’t sure why it was so heavy today, just that he was late and needed to take his weapon with him.

“You’re hopeless, aren’t you? I told you you’d get tired trying to drag that thing around!” The Don chastised him, Cloud blushing. It felt really bad to be criticised by Corneo today, for some reason.

“It’s no problem at all, sir! It’s, um, necessary for your protection!” Cloud said, looking rather dazed and confused. His eyes were unfocused, unclear, and ever so slightly pink. “Don’t worry, i can- ah!”

Cloud’s awkward holding position slipped, and the sword nearly fell on his feet with a thunk so loud everybody in the building could hear it. Cloud looked down in dismay while the Don sighed and shook his head.

“No way! That thing is way too big for a girl like you!” Corneo said authoritatively.

“I’m a man, sir!” Cloud corrected him, sounding extremely confused.

“A man? Why in the world would you call yourself a man?” He asked, as if he had proposed something utterly ridiculous.

“Because…” Cloud sounded unsure of it himself, sounding almost clueless. “Because I’m a man, sir! Not a woman!”

“A man? Listen to yourself.” Corneo let out a short, mocking laugh. “What kinda man has a rack like that?”



“I…” Cloud stared down at himself, his head feeling like it was full of pink fog. He was really in a daze today, having gotten out of bed late and hurried to the Don’s office with a Buster Sword that felt three times as heavy as the day before. He found himself staring down at what were undeniably rather large boobs, a C-cup at the very least. Big, round, and juicy were the best way to put them, and clearly without a bra. Below them was a slender waist that gave way to wide hips, his belt pulled tight to keep said pants upright, while the outline of a rather shapely ass could occasionally be seen against them. The Buster Sword was noticeably slightly taller than him, rather than its usuals status of being almost his own height, and his feet were swimming in his boots.

Cloud noticed that a mirror had been set up in the room, perhaps for this exact moment, and stumbled over towards it, staring at his reflection. Not only was he in possession of a shapely figure and a diminutive height, he had a beautiful face with pouty lips and undeniably feminine features, accompanied by shoulder-length hair to emphasise it. If what they were looking at wasn’t a woman, then what was?

“I… I guess I am, sir.” She said, sounding very embarrassed for not noticing. “I…”

Cloud trailed off, and the pink glow in his eyes faded. He blinked a few times, looking around the room as if not sure how she got there.

“Um, what were we talking about again, sir?” She asked, sounding a little more focused, if confused. They had been talking about something, but it had completely slipped her mind. Something about her being a woman? Wasn’t that obvious enough for anybody looking at her?

“About how you’re late!” Corneo reminded her with a chuckle, letting the rest of the conversation be well forgotten.



“Ah, of course. My apologies, sir!” Cloud said, a slight blush on her cheek. She really didn’t like to be embarrassed in front of the Don…

“Whatever, just get your cute ass over here.” He said, Cloud blushing again as she dragged the Buster Sword over to the usual corner where she kept a watchful eye over the Don and any would-be assailants. As she passed him she let out a yelp, having received a firm slap on her ass.

“Don’t bring that thing if it’s gonna make you late next time!” He instructed with amusement in his voice. “It doesn’t fit a pretty girl like you.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, sir!” She said, blushing instead of getting angry or slapping him like she knew she should have. She looked down at the Don’s sleazy smile, and even though she knew she should be disgusted, she couldn’t help but find it… strangely cute? The usually repulsive Don didn’t seem nearly so hideous today. Perhaps she had just seen his good side, but he wasn’t ugly, far from it. He was almost… handsome? Maybe that would be too much, but not a turn-off at the very least. Was it really so bad, being a short, overweight man, anyway? That had a certain charm of its own.

“You’re doin’ a lot of starin’ today, toots.” Corneo said smugly, catching her looking.

“N-n-not at all, sir!” Cloud snapped back. Of course he’d notice, the Don was a clever man, after all…

–

“C-Cloud Strife, reporting for duty, sir!” Cloud almost stumbled into the Don’s office, her unbound breasts heaving under her overly tight top. She’d made sure to get up early today and do her hair so she wouldn’t embarrass herself again, but had gotten nervous right before entering and embarrassingly botched her entrance. It didn’t help that for some reason the only shoes she had were twice the size of her dainty feet, and she’d pushed her belt to its last notch to try to keep her pants up. But for lack of better options she’d rushed over anyway, strangely not stopping to think of why her wardrobe was so ill-fitting in the first place. The idea of screwing up in front of him twice was far more worrying! After all, she definitely didn’t want Don Corneo to think badly of her…

“See? Easy to show up on time without that lump of scrap metal.” He chuckled, his raspy, inelegant voice being rather pleasant to the ears today. “Smart gal, finally ditching it.”

“T-that’s not it at all, sir!” Cloud hurried to say. “I just… deemed it unnecessary for keeping you safe, sir! I’m well equipped to defend you without it!”

That was a lie, of course. She’d tried to pick up her sword, only to not even be able to lift it upright! For some reason, her sword had gotten incredibly heavy overnight! Her thin, reedy arms weren’t nearly enough to carry it around, and although she was confused, she was far more worried about being late than answering any mysteries, and had swiftly abandoned it.



“You’re lookin’ well equipped today for sure.” He cackled, eyes firmly placed on the D-cups her top was moulded around. “But we can’t have you runnin’ around without that materia I gave you!”

Cloud’s big, doe-like eyes widened, her eyelashes fluttering. How could she have forgotten something so important?

“I’ll go right back and get it, sir!” Cloud rushed for the door, hips visibly rocking even through her baggy pants with her long stride.

“Hold it!” The handsome crime boss held up his hand authoritatively, Cloud grinding to a halt, her boobs halting a moment later than her. She really needed to find a bra! What was a decent gal like her doing running around without one, anyway? Unfortunately, her brain seemed unable to ponder that question any further, and the thought ended there. Her brain was devoted to more important things, like keeping the Don happy and following his orders to the letter.

“Sir?”

“Runnin’ around with just that rock ain’t exactly an ideal solution either.” The Don stated with a sleazy grin on his face that Cloud felt really captured his appeal. “What if you’re wearin’ something with no pockets?”

“Why would I be wearing something that doesn’t have pockets, sir?” Cloud asked rather innocently. Corneo completely ignored it and kept talking.

“That’s why I, bein’ the genius I am, got something better! Tadah!”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out two tiny pink spheres no bigger than a fingernail, holding them out to her in his grubby paw. He wagged his finger for her to come over, Cloud leaning in, transfixed by the distinctive material glow. She also noticed that that they were attached to small golden loops.

“Earrings, sir?”

“Perfect, ain’t they?” His enthusiasm seemed smugger than ever. “They’ll always be on you, and you’ll never lose ‘em! You can even wear ‘em in your sleep!”

“Um, that’s a very good idea, but my ears aren’t pierced.” Cloud reluctantly pointed out.

“Then go get ‘em pierced!” He almost shouted. “Think of ‘em as a present from the great Don Corneo himself!”

A present? Cloud’s ears went red at the idea. She gingerly scooped them up, clutching them

“Yes sir! But, um, will you be okay with out me until I get back?”

“I’ll be fine.” He brushed her concerns aside. “In fact, it pains me more to see you not wearing ‘em, so hurry up!”

“Yes sir! Whatever you say, sir!” Cloud spoke like a cadet too eager to please his instructor, holding the earrings close to her chest and scurrying away.

“And speak to Benny when you get back!” Corneo yelled after her. “He’s got a new uniform for you! Don’t see me until you’ve changed into it!”

Cloud wanted to ask him what that meant, but was too preoccupied with following his first order to stop. She rushed out of the mansion into the depths of Wall Market, looking for a place she could get them done…

–

“I-I’m back, sir!” Cloud called, rapping on the door with a dainty hand totally unsuited for carrying weapons.

“Get in here! Lemme see!” He called, rubbing his hands together behind the door, having heard her now loud footsteps as she approached. He was audibly pleased when she slowly revealed herself, taking a high-heeled step forward from the polished wood onto the rug that covered most of his office and concealed multiple trap doors. Cloud blushed, brushing her long hair out of her eyes as her nervous, submissive position caused her to rub her thighs together and smoosh her breasts upwards, perfectly flaunting the cleavage of her new dress. One of her hands tugged the hem of her miniskirt downwards, which did little to conceal her smooth, lascivious thighs. Her diminutive height, well below most of the men serving in the mansion, was augmented by two inch high heels that Cloud was already getting used to, but was certain she’d trip over if she tried to run in.

“Lookin’ good, babe!” Corneo hooted, Cloud blushing meekly as he licked his lips and feasted his eyes on her. He had been wrong to think she had D-cups, those were DDs at the very least!

“Um, sir, I’m glad you’re happy, but…” Cloud’s girly posture and soft-spoken tone made her even more irresistible to the carnivorous Don. Girls with a little kick were nice, but it was better when they were crawling all over you! “I’m not sure how this helps me be a better bodyguard…”

“You don’t use that pretty little head of yours for much thinking, do you, Cloudy?” Corneo chuckled smugly. “Ain’t it obvious! You’re blendin’ in!”

Cloud cocked her head cutely, unable to figure it out.

“Guess I’ll have to lay it out for you. Everybody already knows I got bodyguards for days.” Corneo explained. “If they’re comin’ after me, they’re gonna be prepared for every one of ‘em. But what if!”

He held up a finger dramatically.

“What if!” He continued. “My last man, my final line of defence, was a surprise? They think they got past all of my guys, then bam!”



He pounded a fist into his hand for emphasis.



“The dame I got draped over me hits ‘em! The one they thought was just my doll! That’s where you come in.” He pointed at her. “You’re gonna pretend to be my girlfriend!”

Cloud was stunned for a moment, then clapped her hands together, looking awed by his intelligence.

“Of course! You’re so smart, sir!” She beamed happily. “That makes perfect sense! Now I understand the, uh, uniform!”



“Of course I am.” He stroked his flabby chin, smug as ever. The slightly ditzy girl was convinced without him even trying. “But are you sure you’re up for it? It ain’t gonna be easy, I’m a busy man with a lotta needs.”



“I’m more than capable of being your girlfriend, sir!” Cloud puffed up her chest proudly. Getting to pretend to be the Don’s girlfriend… what a dream assignment!

“‘Atta girl!” The Don applauded her. “Now get over here! We’re goin’ out tonight and you’re gonna hafta be convincin’...”

–

The next day, Cloud was happier than ever that he had taken this bodyguard job. Truth be told, she had been quite jealous of Tifa being given the offer, and hadn’t been able to resist swooping in and taking it from her. Who wouldn’t want to spend a week with the hunkiest mafioso in Midgar? And now that he had come up with his brilliant girlfriend disguise, it just got better and better!

Cloud had gotten up early in the morning, taken a shower, combed her long hair that fell down to her mid-back, done her makeup with the kit provided to her, thick and heavy just how the Don liked it, and applied some perfume for good measure before putting on the dress he had picked out for her yesterday, although it seemed a little snug around the hips and chest today. Cloud was a curvy bombshell with an hourglass figure to die for, and her tight dress was practically tearing at the seams showing it off. Her bubble butt strained the tight skirt it was stuffed into, drawing the gaze of every one of the Don’s underlings she passed as she sauntered out in her high heels. On her way she idly played with one of her earrings, her long fingernails brushing against it. She had left it on overnight, of course, just in case of emergency, but mostly because she didn’t want to take off his present.

From that point on it was a fairly normal day, but one that was much more intimate. Corneo was out and about, and he had his arm wrapped around his waist the whole time, flaunting his latest catch. Cloud’s ruby red lips were curled into a confident smirk as she batted her eyes at other women, practically bragging about her position. Her ass was frequently groped by him, simply making the illusion that she really was his girlfriend more convincing. With that in mind, she was more than happy to let him feel up her boobs in public, mewling like a kitten as he punctuated ordering subordinates around or collecting money from his network of businesses he owned or intimidated with feeling her up. Cloud was more than happy to serve this role, barely paying attention to the more intellectual side of his job. That kind of thing went in one ear and out the other for her.

Finally she reached the end of the day, following the Don all the way to his bedroom. It had been an almost dreamlike day pretending to be his girlfriend, but it had to end eventually.

“Well then, Don,” Cloud said with a bow that gave him a perfect view of her cleavage. She had been encouraged to stop calling him sir, for risk of breaking the girlfriend illusion. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Hold on a second, babe.” He said, grabbing her hand as she went to close the door. “You aren’t just gonna leave me all on my lonesome tonight, are you?”



“Am I not supposed to?” She asked, slow on the uptake, her heavily made-up face helping her look even more clueless.

“”Course not!” He laughed. “What if somebody comes after me in the middle of the night!”

Cloud gasped. “That’d be terrible! You should have one of your men guard the doors!”

“They already do that, you bimbo. I’m talking about what happens if they get inside!” He pointed out. While Cloud already had blush brushed on her cheeks, she still turned a little more rouge over her airheaded comment. “What I’m saying is, I need you to keep guard! You never know when one of my enemies might send some Wutai ninja after me!”

“I understand, Don!” Cloud’s big blue eyes sparkled. “You can rest easy! I’ll fight off any bad guys who sneak in!”

Even without Cloud’s extremely feminine, high-pitched voice, she would have sounded ridiculous. Cloud looked like she couldn’t lift a bag of groceries without straining herself, and there was nothing about her slutty appearance that spoke to her being a decent fighter. One could tell just by looking at her that she had lost nearly all coordination and devoted most of what little she had left to not tripping over her own boobs in those high heels. But, in her rather airheaded brain, she was quite serious. She was his bodyguard, after all!

She proudly marched into his bedroom, boobs jiggling, waiting for him to prepare for bed. He got changed and came back in just his bedrobe, finding Cloud standing with her back straight at the end of his bed.

“What do you think you’re doin’, toots?” He asked,

“Keeping watch, sir! I mean, Don!”

“You’re supposed to be passing as my girl, ain’t you?” He said with a greasy chuckle. “If that’s the case, then come to bed, sweetheart! You aren’t fooling anybody standing over there!”

Cloud’s pouty lips fell open in shock.

“A-Are you sure that’s okay, Don?” She stammered, heart racing.

“Course it is, sweetheart. Now take that off and come to papa!” He threw open the covers of his bed, beckoning for her to climb onto his gaudily decorated king-sized bed. Heart thumping, Cloud kicked off her high heels and let her dress and panties hit the floor, slowly climbing in and drinking in the musky scent of the Don. How was she supposed to sleep being so close to him like this?

“Remember, we gotta make it convincing. You’re my girlfriend, ain’t you?” He said, feeling up her bare breasts as she moaned and prepared to give herself to the Don…

–

“Mmm… Morning, Donny.” Cloud mumbled as she woke from her slumber, completely naked save for her earrings. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek with her luscious lips, but found him still snoring away. He was cute even when asleep, she thought with a giggle, but she liked him better when he was awake. She wondered if she should wait for him to wake up, or get up and ready to greet him. After all, she had a busy day ahead of her as his b… his b…

Cloud’s cute, airheaded face frowned a little. She knew she had a very important role, but for some reason her sleepy head just couldn’t remember what it was, besides that it started with a B. She could remember Girlfriend, which started with a G, but no B words. Bombshell? Bimbo? Those were descriptors, not roles! No matter how hard she thought, and she couldn’t think very hard anymore, she just couldn’t think of it. However, she did think of another B word, smiling and licking her lips as she crawled under the covers…

Don Corneo indeed had a very pleasant morning as he woke up to Cloud’s first B word: a Blowjob under the sheets. The next was the Bubbles from the soap she rubbed all over her body as she shared a shower with him, while he groped her Boobs to his heart’s content then rammed her up her pussy, her moans audible from outside the bathroom.. That was enough to satiate the horny Bimbo for the morning, dragging herself away from him long enough shampoo and brush her hip-length hair and slather herself with makeup.  Fortunately for her Don Corneo seemed to have a secondary wardrobe filled with sexy dresses in underwear, although she soon found that not a lot of it fit her absurdly curvy proportions.

“Hey, Donny…” She asked as she put on lacy panties and a slightly too tight bra, her F-cups bulging over the cups. “Do you, like, know any words that start with B?”

Corneo looked at her like she was stupid, which, to be fair, she was.

“You might have to be a little more specific, babe.”



Cloud clapped her hands together and smiled happily.

“That’s one!” She celebrated before frowning again. “But that’s not, like, the one I was thinking of. I was supposed to be a B-thing, right? But when I woke up, I like, totes forgot what it was.”

Don Corneo looked puzzled for a moment, then put two and two together.

“I’m pretty sure I got a B-word that suits you perfect, babe.” He said confidently. “But it’s a surprise, alright?”



“But I wanna know now!” Cloud whined, fluttering her thick eyelashes, trying to exploit her big puppy-dog eyes.

“Nope, you gotta wait.” He wagged his finger at his pouting girlfriend. “In the meantime, I got something for you. Another present!”

Cloud gasped happily, immediately forgetting her conundrum over Bs. She skipped over to the Don, who pulled out a purple dress from his one-night bride wardrobe. It was a skimpy affair with a plunging V-shaped neckline that showed off all the cleavage and side-boob in the world, with a miniskirt that barely concealed Cloud’s panties thanks to her hips clearly being too broad for the intended fit, on top of her bubble butt propping up the back. Merely walking forward would ruffle the skirt enough to reveal that her underwear rode up her huge ass. Her waist cinched in to an almost unnaturally narrow degree, the one slightly loose part as it was clearly intended for a woman with ever so slightly less absurd proportions. The dress could barely contain her bust, straining to hold it in. You could see her bra-straps around the side, making Cloud think that next time she should go braless entirely. Finally, there were minor accessories like the purple ribbon that went around her neck, and a loose string of beads around her waist. She topped it off with purple four-inch high heels, which helped obscure the fact that she wasn’t all that much taller than her boyfriend by this point.

“Fits you perfectly!” Corneo complimented Cloud, practically bursting out of the dress. Even if she could barely stuff herself into it, Corneo felt it was absolutely perfect for her, as this had been the dress he’d bought in anticipation of Tifa, the AVALANCHE broad who now seemed small-time compared to the busty bimbo his materia had created. Served him right for trying to get one over the Don!

The two headed out, Cloud constantly leaning over his shoulder and nearly smothering the side of his head with her boobs as she doted and fawned over him, giggling and laughing at every bad joke he made, clearly infatuated from head to toe with him, something that made everybody the Don met slightly confused yet jealous. They supposed money really could buy anything, and they technically weren’t wrong…

After a busy morning the two headed for the colosseum, Cloud not really caring where they went as long as she could spend more time with her Donny. She peered into the arena from his private box, not really thinking about the fates of the poor gladiators anymore. All she cared about was that they put on a good show for him, and that she was glad she was up here safe and sound instead of down there with those icky monsters. Why, it gave a delicate lady like her a case of the vapours just thinking about it! She was about to sit down next to him when she noticed something conspicuously missing.

“Hey, Donny? Like, where’s my seat?” She asked, looking worried as he planted himself down in his throne.. “My feet get, like, really tired if I have to stand in these heels for ages…”

“Right here, babe!” He said, gesturing to his lap. Cloud’s eyes lit up happily, and she draped herself over him, kicking up her feet as she laid down from arm to arm of the throne, her huge ass centred squarely over his crotch. Right where her big butt belonged…

Cloud’s big eyes sparkled for a moment. All of those B-words had reminded her!

“Hey, Donny…” She asked in a needy voice that she would later reserve for asking for expensive jewellery. “You, like, never told me what B word I was!”

“Ah, I did say I was saving it, didn’t I?” He chuckled. “Ain’t it obvious? My bride-to-be!”

Cloud gasped and stared at him with huge, wide-open eyes, even though that was technically three words.



“Really!? I get to be your bride?” She asked in a breathy, excited voice.

“Course you do. Why do you think you’re here? I was thinkin’ of settling down soon anyway.” Corneo laughed, knowing that he’d never find a gal with a bigger “natural” rack than her.

“I’m so happy, Donny! Except…” Cloud paused, one last thought circulating in her largely empty head. “Like… what about AVALANCHE? I was, like, supposed to go back or whatever…”

“Forget about those chumps.” He encouraged her. “You came here because you wanted to be my dame, right?”



“That’s right…” Cloud murmured, remembering exactly how things had went. Tifa had announced that she was gonna get to be Don Corneo’s girlfriend, so naturally, Cloud had swooped in before she stole her dream guy. There was no woman in Midgar who didn’t find Don Corneo to be the most desirable bachelor around, after all! She had come to be his Bride with a capital B, and the idea that she would be here for any other reason flew out of her now well and truly empty head.

“We’ll send ‘em a letter saying I won’t be coming back.” Cloud smiled, then leaned in and kissed him, moaning as their tongues met while he groped her, her massive boobs too huge to be held in his hands, the pink materia’s glow finally fading as one hundred percent of its full effects had taken hold…