Chapter 1 - Degra

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Inspired by a scrap by Setesh. I've got a few more ideas for chapters, so let me know if this is any good or if I should just delete this and then kill myself.

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Riston Cox's cellphone alarm went off at 2100, reminding him of his hangover. He had spent his afternoon at 7th Heaven again, trying to burn the image of Tifa's bouncing tits and tight ass into his memory. He watched her scrub the bar with a dingy towel, her breasts bouncing inside her short white top. He watched her polish mugs, the soap and water making her top translucent where it splattered. He stared without shame as she bent at the waist to wipe up spilled beer on a table. He stared at her beautiful smile when she laughed at some of the more charismatic guests' jokes. She always kept that bar so clean. It was an island of cleanliness in a sea of filth, probably the cleanest place Riston had been besides Shin-Ra tower. 

He drank himself into a stupor and staggered home. After assessing the way he was dressed, he determined that he attempted to get off, but passed out before he was able to. This was a pretty typical night for Riston, though he had begun drinking earlier and earlier and passed out later and later in recent days. He usually remembered to set an alarm, but when it didn't wake him in time for work, he'd be written up by his supervisor. His final warning was a week ago, so Riston was trying to hold his shit together. Shin-Ra was the only legitimate employer in Midgar anymore, and if he was fired, he'd have a difficult time paying his rent. He had no skills to speak of, no living family, no friends, few acquaintances, and worst of all, little motivation to better himself. He was a loser holding on to the shitty remains of his shitty life as best as he could.

He pulled on his work coveralls and work boots, then trudged off to the train station.

The time clock said “2210” when he swiped his badge, 10 minutes late. Riston's heart sank as he knew this would likely be his last shift. His supervisor would not listen to any excuses when he arrived in the morning. The list of people trying to get their foot in the door for a job was practically as long as Shin-Ra tower was tall. He got to work. “One more day of pay is better than nothing,” he thought with a shrug.

He tried his best to ignore the crushing reality that was his shitty loser life as he went from office to conference room, vacuuming floors and collecting the trash of the bureaucrats he worked for. The rich business men who wouldn't give him the time of day, and the cute secretaries he couldn't make eye contact with, much less talk to. He was responsible for floors 70-75, each floor took about two hours to clean.

The closest thing Riston had to a friend was a materia research lab tech called Lug. Lug worked the night shift on the 72nd floor and Riston occasionally stopped to chat with him during his rounds. 

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Riston dumped the trash from the ******* division director's trash into his cart and heard an unusual thunk. Most trash cans just had paper in them, but once in a while he found things he wanted to keep, like broken electronics or binders marked CONFIDENTIAL. “Some day I'll learn how to fix this stuff,” he'd say to himself. 

He rummaged through the can and gasped when he pulled out a translucent green orb. 

“Materia?” He'd found broken pieces of materia in the past and held onto them. Broken, they're quite useless, but an unbroken one like this should still perform it's design function, whatever that was.


---- DEGRAv.02 ----
---- SHIN-RA CO. ----
---- TESTING ONLY ----

was laser etched into its smooth surface. 

“DEGRA? What the hell is Degra?” Riston wondered. The concept of materia was a fairly well known Shin-Ra innovation. It was prohibitively expensive for someone in the slums, but Riston often saw commercials for new materia, and occasionally educational programs/Shin-Ra propaganda were shown on the cable channels. He'd never heard of Degra before though.

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“So Lug, check this out,” Riston said, handing him the orb.

“DEGRA? I've never heard of Degra, where did you find this?” Lug replied.

“In the trash. It was in ******** division director's office. Just sitting there on top. Can you find out what it's worth?”

“Yeah, let me look it up,” Lug offered, turning to his terminal. Some minutes passed and his search came up without any results. “Huh, weird, it's not in the database. Sorry, man, I can't tell you anything about it. It's probably worth something though, it'll hold you over until you get a new job.”

“Thanks for trying, Lug,” 

The next morning, Riston's boss fired him, and he went home from his job for the last time. He was feeling sorry for himself, so he decided to go straight home to get drunk, instead of going to the bar.


Bzz bzzz bzz bzzz


Riston's phone had a text message. It was from Lug. He woke up and read it.

“Hey Riston, I think I figured out what that materia does. Come out to the 7th Heaven and I'll fill you in.”

The text had arrived 3 hours prior, but Riston decided to head over anyways. If nothing else, starting at Tifa would take his mind off things.

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“Hey man, I didn't think you were gonna come. I was starting to think you had offed yourself,” Lug said.


“Nah not yet. What did you find out?”


Tifa came by their table to take their order. Riston noticed the curve of her breasts and their slight bounce as she walked. He noticed the way her nipples and areola were faintly visible through the fabric of her ribbed tank top, which confirmed to everyone that she didn't wear a bra. If she did, he'd guess that she was about a 36E, with a slim chest and awe inspiring tits. But most of all, he noticed the impossibly perfect cleavage at the low point of the tank top's collar. He felt a cold sweat come on and looked at the table. 

Tifa was still creeped out by Riston after he felt her up those years ago, but she put on a smile. “What can I get you guys?” She asked, looking at Riston. Riston was visibly nervous. After an awkward pause where Riston didn't look up from the table, Lug ordered.

“Let me just get a beer and some fries. What do you want, man?”

“Eggs. Hash browns.” Riston's hands were clenched at his sides and he was sweating more profusely.

Her breasts jiggled slightly as she wrote down their order. “I'll… get right on that, guys,” Tifa replied and walked away. Riston stared at her ass as she walked away.

“Smooth, dude,” Lug said.

“Shut up. After I got banned I always get nervous around her. I can't not stare at her tits,” Riston explained.

“Yeah, everyone stares at her tits, they're amazing. You think she doesn't know that? Anyways, here's what I got. Turns out DEGRA was a project aimed at undermining anti Shin-Ra groups confidence, so they'd eventually come to the conclusion that there was no point in resisting and just give up. That way, instead of having to engage them and maybe kill them, Shin-Ra could just make them give up and go back to work,” Lug told him.

“That sounds really dumb. This thing probably isn't worth shit,” Riston complained.

“That's the thing though,” Lug interrupted, “it worked too good. They found everyone they tested it on dead, completely naked, and they looked like they'd been masturbating for the last 72 hours. It worked too good. It made them think they were worthless except as fuck toys.”

“What? How does that work?” Riston asked incredulously.

“Okay, so materia is made from concentrated mako, right? They concentrate it, then add essence from monster research by products to change what it does, bomb essence gives you fire materia, stuff like that. Shin-Ra wanted to make this thing that demoralized terrorists, but all the normal things they had couldn't get the result they wanted. So the guys in ******** division got creative and used, no joke, Chocobo cum and Marlboro dick cheese. It made these people turn into humiliation addicts. They couldn't get enough degradation. The first version worked too well, so they cut the formula down to 10% and called it DEGRA v.02, which is what you have in your hand right there.”

“So maybe this thing is worth some money?” Riston wondered.

“Or, instead of that,” Lug began, “we could see how it works. I pulled the file from the archives in the basement. It was never digitized so it wasn't in the database, and it gives pretty good use description.”

“So who should we use it on?” Riston wondered. Lug was looking toward the bar, Riston followed his gaze and saw Tifa filling their order.

“Tifa?” Riston exclaimed. “I… uh... how do we do this?”

“I got the file right here my man,” Lug said, placing the thick folder on the table. “Pretty much you just gotta hold it in your hand and cast the spell by focusing your mind on the target and saying Degra. It's pretty short range though so wait until she comes back.”

“Holy shit,” Riston said, unable to comprehend what was actually happening. He was silent for a time, rubbing the materia in his pocket. 

Tifa returned with their orders. “Alright guys, beer and fries, and some breakfast for you. Anything else I can get you?”

“... Degra,” Riston mumbled.

“I'm sorry, what?” Tifa asked, narrowing her eyes.

Riston managed to look her in the eyes and said more boldly, “Degra. Uh… Degra?” His confidence quickly waned and he felt foolish.

Tifa looked at him like he was sick. “Let me know if you need anything,” she said, furrowing her brow, and turned and walked away.

“What the fuck, dude?” Riston asked Lug.

“I don't know why it didn't do anything! The file says it's slow acting. Maybe it takes some time,” Lug offered.

Lug and Riston ate their food mostly in silence while they puzzled over the possibilities. 

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“Why is that guy so weird?” Tifa wondered, walking back to the bar. “He started coming back here two years ago, I figured that would be enough time for him to level out. He's harmless enough I guess. Tips good.”

A loud group of rail workers came in later that night determined to drink away the memories of the grueling week of work they'd just finished. They smelled of sweat and grease, their clothes, faces and hands were darkened with soot and oil. Mostly regulars, but a few new faces among the crowd. They sat at the bar. Tifa took their orders with a smile, all the while accepting compliments and deflecting come-ons.

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Seeing Tifa laugh and joke with the rowdy group reminded Riston of the nagging feeling he had that he'd never get anywhere with her, and he felt a compelling desire to leave. He put some gil on the table and went out the door, Lug following shortly after. 

Riston got home, took some sleeping pills and went to sleep, trying his best to avoid his depression.

The green orb was still in his pocket, and as he slept, it began to glow and vibrate from time to time.

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Later that night, Tifa locked the door behind the second to last group to leave. Drunks had stumbled in after closing in the past, and she'd learned her lesson on that. Two of the newer faces stuck around finishing their drinks after closing. Tifa had made a good impression with all of the new people and they were on pretty friendly terms. She was exhausted though, and wanted to get to bed.

She walked to their table and crossed her arms under her boobs, making her already great cleavage even more impressive. “Okay fellas, last call here, I'm closing up shop. What's it gonna be?" Tifa asked with a smile.

The older of the two, a skinny man with long greasy gray hair, missing teeth and the red nose and spider veins of a life long alcoholic, reached up and squeezed her left ass cheek through her skirt. “Only thing I need is a little bit of you, little girl! I've been starting at them titties all night and I'm gonna get a look at em!” The man used his grip on her ass to pull her to sit on his lap.

Tifa felt a cold sweat break out on her chest and back as she froze in fear, unable to react. Normally, this would be the time that she reversed the pervert's hold and kicked his ass out of the bar, but for some reason, she felt totally paralyzed. In fact, this was the furthest any handsy patron had ever gotten with her.

The man's hands wrapped around her arms, went to her creamy breasts and cupped and squeezed them. “Mmm these might be the best I've ever seen, what do you think, Al?"

The railman's friend, Al (shorter, fatter, balding) sat across the table from him with a widening grin on his face. “Her nipples are getting hard, check it out!" Al shouted as Tifa's nipples tented her thin white tank top as it slowly became transparent with her sweat.

“Looks like the girl is into it. Are you into it, you slut?" the railman teased. She pressed her puffy lips together and tried to squirm away. He slipped his hands up under the bottom of her shirt. Tifa's teeth clenched in anticipation.

“Hnnggg," she moaned as the old man's fingers found her nipples and squeezed.

“Damn, no bra either. You really like showing these things off, don't you?” The man began kissing and licking her neck.

Tifa's mind raced, but she found herself unable to focus on any single thought. She felt like she had been caught stealing, like someone had found out her true nature and she was unable to deal with it. Her breathing became labored and hitched as her body flooded with non-consensual arousal. She was torn between her training and her body's unexpected reaction to the situation. Her back arched as the man twisted her hard nipple again.


“Damn, this girl is begging for it," the old railman said as he slid a hand down to her waist. "Let's see if you're ready for some action, bitch."

He hooked his feet in between Tifa's and spread her legs apart. Still paralyzed in shock, she was unable to provide much resistance. The tiny black skirt she wore provided no cover as her soaked plain white panties came into view.

Tifa managed to focus on a thought, but it wasn't useful. “What is happening to me? Why does this feel so good?" She wondered. Tifa's shirt was now nearly transparent from her sweat, her nipples and areola clearly visible. Al had gotten up to come get in on the action. He grabbed a hold of her fat right tit, squeezing the weight of it and flicking her nipple between his thumb and fingers.

“These tits are amazing! You like that, slut?" Al said, looking into Tifa's face as she bit her lip and made eye contact with him, her big brown eyes starting to water. 

The old railman had found his way into her panties by now. Traveling past her dark brown landing strip, he found her clitoris and gave it a flick. Tifa bit her lip, whimpered and jerked like she'd been shocked. “I think she does, she's fucking soaked down here," he said, jamming his two filthy middle fingers into her sopping cunt. 

HNNNNGG 

Tifa's mouth dropped open as she let out another moan as she felt his rough digits penetrate her.

“You do? So you like it when I squeeze your fat tits?" He demanded, squeezing again.

“Mmmmhmmmm," was all Tifa could manage as the old railman began hammering her now dripping pussy with his right hand. She gripped the wooden chair next to his legs and leaned back to provide easier access. Subconsciously.

“Let me show you a trick the whores at the honeybee taught me.” He grinned as he curled his fingers inward, rubbing against her g-spot. 

SCHLUCK SCHLUCK SCHLUCK 

Tifa's hips bucked and her tits bounced as her body reacted to the onslaught of arousal. “Uhhhnnn," She gasped as she came close to cumming.

“Yeah, Al, you gotta get these sluts off real good before you fuck em, otherwise they're no fun. Maybe a girl won't let you stick it in her ass, but if you get her all full of endorphins, you might get lucky.”

By this time, Al had his rock hard dick in his hand. Tifa's back was still arched as the pleasure radiated from her core, lightly gasping as the old railman hammered into her. Growing impatient, Al grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her head toward his cock. Tifa, lost, opened her mouth and licked at the bloated member, but Al pulled it away before she could reach it. “Do you want to suck my dick, slut?" Al teased. Tifa nodded her head in time with the thrusting hand in her pussy.

“Say it. Say ‘please give me your cock, daddy.’" Al demanded as he lightly slapped her cheek with it. The pounding into her cunt stopped as she was denied her release until she gave an answer.

“P-please..." The old railman started pounding again. “Ahhnn please give me your cock, daddy!" Tifa begged as Al jammed it into her mouth. Tifa's hips bucked and more fluid squirted out of her tight cunt as she finally orgasmed all over the old railman's hand. 

He stood up quickly after she squirted and Tifa stumbled to the floor where she lay, thighs still quivering.  “Damn, girl, you nasty,” he said, wiping his dripping hand on her shirt. “You got your cunt slime all over me!" Tifa blushed deep red with shame as the old railman pulled her to her still unsteady feet. "Clean this shit up,” he said. He grabbed her neck with his clean hand and jammed his fingers down her throat with the other. Tifa gagged hard, coughing up saliva as he hammered her throat like he hammered her cunt.

Al was left with his dick in his hand, jerking off while watching her tits bounce and get covered in throat slime. “Are you a good little whore?" Al asked. When she didn't reply, he slapped her tit and asked again.

Tifa stared at him with her pretty, but now blood shot and watering eyes, nodded and whimpered “mmhmm." Al's hips bucked as came, shooting white ropes all over Tifa's already transparent tank top. 

“Fuuuuck," he yelled as he jerked rope after rope onto the busty slut's creamy chest and trim belly. Cum coated her tits and stomach, mixing with the throat slime already coating it. It dripped in heavy globs into her perfect cleavage and formed a pool in her navel.

The old railman pulled his hand out of Tifa's throat and she collapsed to her hands and knees on the floor, gasping for air. He laughed loudly. “You came already, Al?! Come on man, you didn't even fuck her!" Al had collapsed back into a chair and was breathing heavily. He hadn't had a woman in over three years, and Tifa was likely the best he'd ever experience. Al offered no retort, apparently satisfied with the way things played out. “Guess I'll just have to take care of things myself," he said.

Tifa's heaving form was still trying to recover on the floor. Fluid dripped from her mouth and face, her breasts hung free from her body, clearly visible through her soaked tanktop, and her sopping cunt still leaked down her creamy toned thighs. She breathed heavily, deep in, her rib cage visible and her back slightly arched, deep out.

“That's enough of a break, bitch. Get the fuck up," the old railman spat, grabbing her ponytail and pulling her to her feet. She whimpered and stumbled backward into him, tripping clumsily over her boots, but her caught her. He slipped an arm between her and and her back, forcing her tits to strain into her top, their engorged buds begging for attention. He reached his other hand down to pull away her soaked panties, bunching them around her thighs. Tifa knew what was coming and was responding only on instinct. Her body needed a dick inside it, and soon. She ground her ass into the man's hips.

“This slut just don't quit!" the old railman said, finally freeing his own bloated member. He lined up his shot and slapped up against her puffy dripping sex, getting Tifa to grind more and whimper in anticipation.

Tifa looked back at him and pouted. “Please. Please, sir, I need it," she begged softly. Looking surprised, the old railman shrugged and sunk his 10 inch member into her sloppy cunt in one shot. Tifa moaned deep and arched her back as she felt him crash into her tight wet folds. Had she been capable of rational thought, she would have been humiliated for letting this disgusting old man be the third person to penetrate her perfect young body.

“God DAMN you're wet, girl. How long have you been waiting for this? Has it been a long time? Actually, I bet you do this every fucking night, don't you? Just tease the hard working men of whatever the fuck shithole you live in, with that fat ass,” which he slapped, "and big old titties,” which he also slapped, “all day and let them take it out on you all night.” He hammered her drooling hole from behind, causing her tits to bounce wildly with each thrust. The old railman hooked a grimy finger in her cheek and pulled, forcing her to look at him. Tifa ground her hips into him more and whimpered, meeting his thrusts. 

AHHNNN OH GOD, MORE

It didn’t take long before Tifa began to cum again, her knees knocking together and her abdomen quaking as the orgasm rocked her body. She could feel her pussy muscles clench around the intruder, on fire with arousal.

By now, Al was hard again, leaning back in his chair and jerking off casually. He was blessed with a view of Tifa's degraded body, covered in cum and throat slime, her tits bouncing and her face and chest flushed red with shame, lust and abuse. Tifa managed to catch sight of his hard cock out of the corner of her eye.

“Moaaah," Tifa managed to rasp around his fingers as she gave in to her desire to taste Al's cock again.

“Did you say more? Sounds like she wants to suck you off, Al!" the old railman laughed, as he forced her to take a few steps forward. “Get on your knees, slut, there you go," he coached as she crawled over to Al, moving in time with the thrusts. Al took control when the pair reached him.

“You're gonna suck my dick before you even kiss me, you slut?” Al said, grabbing her behind the head and mashing their faces together. Tifa retched when his tongue entered her mouth, at the taste of stale cigarettes, old beer and apparently weeks without a toothbrush. Despite all of this, she couldn't stop herself from tongue kissing him back, reveling in the humiliation she felt, being lowered to making out with such a crude pig of a man.

Al broke off their kiss and slapped her face twice while squeezing her plump lips together. “I'm gonna fuck that whore mouth, you ready? Those lips were made to suck dick," he said, slapping her again.

He pushed the first four inches of his rock hard, bloated eight inch dick into her mouth before she gagged at the intrusion. “This girl can't deepthroat. I'll help her figure it out," Al offered as he jammed his cock in again. 

Tifa's eyes watered and shut tight as he battled her gag reflex, one hand on her throat and the other on the back of her head, ramming into her over and over. The old railman was still pounding her dripping snatch, amused as Tifa gagged and whined, struggling to take his friends dick into her throat.

Tifa's tits swung and her ass bounced as she was spit-roasted between the two men, her mind spiraling into a pit of self listing and despair. “This is where I belong," she thought, “this is all I'm good for.”

“Agh fuck!" the man pounding her from behind shouted suddenly as he picked up his pace. “I'm gonna… so wet… hnnngggg,” he suddenly stopped, buried completely in Tifa, pumping his load deep into her pussy. He pulled out and shot the last few ropes of cum on her ass, back and hair. Satisfied, he collapsed to the floor and watched his friend fuck her mouth.

“Okay girl, now that it's just you and me, I can teach you how to do this right, okay?” Tifa stopped bobbing her head and looked up at Al with her big brown eyes.

“Mmhmm." Tifa replied around his cock.

“Sit up on that fat ass of yours, bitch, I want to see your titties while I fuck your face," Al instructed, and Tifa complied. She sat with her legs folded behind her. Her tits hung in her disheveled and transparent tank top, reddened and abused. Her nipples were still hard and she recoiled slightly as her shirt brushed by them. Tifa reached up to jerk Al off.

“No hands. We're opening that throat of yours up so you can give a blowjob the right way. Grab onto your ankles. Don't let go until you're told to,” Al commanded her. He paused expectantly, glared at her, then slapped her face. "What do you say after I've told you what to do?"

Tifa's face reddened as she looked back at him. "... Yes daddy.”

"That's right, now open that sweet little mouth and keep it open.”

Tifa complied, and Al drove his cock to the back of her throat, causing her to gag. He immediately pulled it out and repeated. Over and over he drove his cock into her throat, more and more saliva pouring down her chest. Al pulled out and let her get a breath. “Now I'm gonna hold you down, and go as deep as I can, you ready?”

Tifa nodded enthusiastically and Al drove his cock into her mouth while holding the back of her neck. Tifa's arms instinctively went to his thighs, but the old railman was there to grab them and give her tits a punitive slap, eliciting a sharp shriek from the girl.

Four inches into her mouth and he felt the head of his dick pop past her tonsils. He felt her throat convulse around him and he kept driving. Five inches, six, he felt his dick bulge in her throat. Tifa looked up at him pleadingly, tears falling from her pretty eyes, but Al had a feeling she liked the pain. And he liked the way her mascara looked on her cheeks.

GLK HMMPH GUH

“Almost there, bitch," Al said. “I want your tongue on my balls, you got it? Stick your tongue out you're almost there.”

While he was enjoying the show, the old railman was willing to help her speed things up, so he started applying pressure to the back of Tifa's head. Her eyes popped wide at this as she coughed and gagged, more saliva and throat slime coating her face, neck and tits. Finally, Tifa got there, her nose embedded in his filthy pubic hair.

“You did it, girl, I'm so proud of you! Now lick my balls and I'll let you get me off,” Al said. Tifa coughed and weakly flicked her tongue on his hairy balls sack and looked up at Al for approval. Al smiled and the old railman let go. She came off quick with a gasp, trails of spit and slime leading from her mouth to his bulging cock.

HHHHUUUHHHHHH KHUH KHUH

Adorably, she wiped at the corner of her mouth with her wrist, as if she weren't currently covered in her own drool. She leaned back on her feet and took several deep breaths, her fantastic rack heaving with each one, her thin abdomen flexing on each inhale.

Al let her have a few more before he got back to work. This time, he backed her head up against the bar so she would not be able to back away. Tifa knew her job at this point and opened her mouth. Al grabbed the sides of her head and started hammering away at her throat, plunging five or six inches in with every thrust. The deepthroat training didn't do anything to alleviate Tifa's gag reflex, so she coughed and choked the whole time. Drool ran down her face, soaking her already glistening creamy tits.

GLK GLK GLK GLK GLK

“Fuck! Fuck!" Al yelled as he got close. " I'm gonna cum all over your fucking tits, slut!” Tifa took the opportunity to cup them, waiting eagerly for his load. “Hngg hnnnnnggg" he grunted as he shot the first spurt into her waiting throat. He pulled his cock out and shot the next into the deep well of her cleavage before jamming his cock head into her cleavage, finishing the rest between them and onto her stomach. Finally finished, Tifa took his softening member and licked it clean, beginning to smile.

HRCK

She choked as the old railman grabbed her by her neck with both hands, lifting her into the air. “What do you say when you get your reward, whore?”

Tifa's toes dangled weakly as she gasped for enough air to answer his question.

tnk u srr

“What? I couldn't understand you," Al said, lifting her shirt and tweaking her still hard nipple, causing her to whimper and grin.

tnk.. u… srrr

Tifa's world began to go dark from lack of blood flow to her brain. Her toes twitched weakly as she did her best to answer again.

tnk…

Al slapped her tit, causing her to use the last of her oxygen shrieking in pain. Her eyes closed and her body went limp. The old railman dropped her limp form to the ground.

“Let's get outta here before this bitch wakes up and decides she was raped," the old railman said. Shrugging, Al tucked 200 gil into her cleavage and followed out the door.