Cleaning Up the Streets (Tifa TG Comm) (Patreon)

Kristoff sighed in relief as he leaned against the alleyway wall, struggling not to slouch over. His heart was pounding so hard that he could hear it going off in his head as if it had replaced his brain. He looked around the corner, making sure that he hadn’t been followed, and was pleased to see that he hadn’t been.

He grinned despite the pain that he was in, happy that he had finally managed to get away from those bastards in the Heretic Saint’s gang after what seemed like hours of hiding and running with how his thin lithe body burned. Everything felt like it was going to give out on him any second now. His throat was scratchier than ever, his arms were heavy and covered in bruises, and his head felt like it was about to float away.

They had turned what was supposed to be a delightful run and a way to get some exercise at the gym into a run through the city with his life on the line. His whole day had swiftly gone to shit with how long he had been looking over his shoulder. His legs felt like they were mush and yet he still had managed to find the energy that he needed to get away from them.

When he had first encountered them, Kristoff had been ready to throw his wallet down so he could get out of there, but unfortunately weren’t interested in his money. He had raised his hands and tried to plead with them not but they hadn’t listened to him. They were just looking to have some fun, by beating up someone.

He looked around, wondering if he was still in the Saint’s Territory or someone else’s, and considered his options. The Heretic Saints were one of the groups that regularly went around and terrorized the area, along with two other gangs, the Verdant Dragons, and the Iron Snakes. The gangs liked to charge protection money from some of the neighborhoods and performed other various activities. It wasn’t unheard of to hear of a gang brawl between rival gang members if they clashed. It was because of those crooked bastards that the area that he loved was going down into the slums.

If Kristoff could, he would have left this place long ago with how far it had fallen, but he stayed. He knew that he should have left, for his safety, but he just couldn’t bring himself to. His heart was still attached to this rotting town even if it was crawling with gangs that made this place a nightmare for ordinary people that were just trying to get by. In the end, he just didn’t have it in him to leave this place to rot.

‘What does that say about me?’ Kristoff thought. He wondered if he would bite it one of these days simply because he didn’t have the heart to leave a place that he cared about. He wished that the police or someone who wasn’t bound like them would have been able to clean up the streets and make this place better, just like it had been years ago.

Kristoff sighed as he forced himself off the ground. It wasn’t a good idea to fall asleep or stay in an alley like this for too long. The Saints might still be looking for him and he didn’t want to see what they would do to him if they caught him. Besides, the likelihood of your stuff getting stolen or worse was quite good if you fell asleep. Just because the gangs were the premier threat didn’t mean that some bum or something might loot you if they weren’t desperate enough. The battered young man breathed in, making sure that he wouldn’t suddenly topple over.

He filled his lungs with a fresh batch of air and looked around one more time as he braced himself for the journey back home.

The blonde was about to walk when noticed something shining on the ground. Kristoff leaned closer, groaning in slight pain as he did. He shifted the crud that was around it to the side and saw what looked to be a small emerald green gem that was slightly larger than a marble. It looked like a perfectly cut emerald.

“This can’t be real,” Kristoff muttered as he studied the gem. There was no way that it could be. He looked around, wondering if it had been part of a necklace or something, but he couldn’t find anything that pointed it to being part of a necklace or wristband. For a moment, he wondered f  it might be some sort of trap that was left behind by one of the gangs. He wouldn’t be too shocked if that was the case so that they could move into a better position before they jumped someone.

After a moment’s failure of not finding anything, Kristoff pocketed the gem and took off running, hoping that he wouldn’t have any more trouble on his way home. At the very least he might be able to pawn it off online or sell it at a pawn shop if he went out of town. There was no way that he was going to try and sell it, at least in this part of town. Doing so was just asking for a target to be painted on his back.

Along the whole way, Kristoff kept looking over his shoulder and tried to act casually as possible. He eyed the reflective surfaces and looked to see if there were any familiar faces with him. If anyone saw him being all shifty then that would just be drawing attention that he sorely didn’t need.

When his apartment came into sight, Kristoff smiled and walked a little faster, eager to get into his home. He went up the steps, each step making his body ache as if he had stepped on a thumbtack.

Kristoff made sure to check the lock and was pleased to see that there wasn’t any sign of forced entry. Still, that didn’t mean that it couldn’t be part of some trap. He had heard of how some gang members and thugs would wait in some corner for the tenant to arrive and then would mug them there in their home to ensure that they got everything valuable.

The moment he was sure, he did the deadbolt and chain that he had. He was happy that he had sprung for those extra security measures. It had gone a long way in ensuring that nobody would get into the room.

After a quick sweep around his apartment, Kristoff was happy to find that none of his stuff had been taken. That would have been the horrible rotten cherry on the day.

He went to his fridge and pulled out one of the ice packs that he had in it and rested it on one of his bruises. He winced in pain but could feel them relax by the coldness.

Kristoff stared at the little gem that he had and raised it to the light, wondering how much he could get from it.

Another throb from Kristoff’s wounds made him wince and place it down on his table. It was going to be a long night if he had to keep putting up with this. He hoped that he would be able to get some sleep, despite the pain that was going through his body.

He placed it down on the table and then crawled off to bed. It might still be a little early in the day, but he needed a break from his throbbing body. A good round of night sleep would be what he needed to alleviate the pain, though he knew that it wouldn’t end in one night, it would at least make it easier to deal with the following day.

Kristoff placed the gem on the table and sighed as he braced himself for the next bout of pain that was going to go through it. He stood up, again moaning as he did, and managed to make his way over to the table without any issues. He winced as bouts of pain went through his arms and stomach but he refused to give in.

The moment the blonde saw his bed was like a godsend to the young man. He locked the door to his bedroom and then went over to his bed. New vigor went through him as the pain coursing through his body eased the closer he got. He gently laid down on the sheets, allowing himself a moment to relax. A content sigh came from the moment he rested on his soft bed and pillow.

The young man wished that he could have stayed here all day and that he didn't have to do any errands. Maybe then he wouldn’t have run into those bastards who thought it was ok to just treat a person’s life like a toy that they could buy on the side of the street.

He had been helpless against them. All he could have done at the time was block and protect his body until he managed to throw them off balance, literally tripping one thug into his friends. If he had stayed there then it would have been a question of how badly off he would have been by the end of it. Hell, he might have even died with how angry they sounded.

“I wish I was strong,” Kristoff muttered as he lounged on his bed. “Strong enough to beat down anyone on the streets, and make things better.”

Unknown to the young man, back in the dining room, the emerald that was on the table shone a little brighter. It kept glowing brighter as if it was reflecting a spotlight off it. The stone continued to shine brighter as if more lights were put on it until its brightness suddenly died down as if those lights that had come from it were moving away until it wasn’t anymore.

Back in his bedroom, Kristoff shimmied in his bed as a sudden heat stroke came over him, making him pull at the collar of his shirt and breath a little heavier. He forced the covers on him off as he moved out of his bed. He frowned at the heavy wet patch that the sheets had, a little disgusted by how much was there.

“Wait,” Kristoff said as he flexed his fingers and rolled his body. All of the pain that he had gone through not too long ago was suddenly gone. He went over to the light and turned it on to check his body and saw to his shock that the purple bruises that he had weren’t there anymore.

“What the hell,” Kristoff muttered and brought his hand down where the lumps should have been. There was none of the tenderness that he had expected. Not even a slight bout of pain as if an ant had bitten him. Instead, all he felt was soft gentle skin that was completely unmarked by what happened to it earlier. “This isn’t normal.”

He wanted to be happy that he was no longer in pain, but the suddenness of it all destroyed whatever comfort he could have gained from it. The only way that he might have healed this quickly was due to some drugs, but he hadn’t taken anything. None of the gang members had tried to shoot him up with some drugs that they had found and were relieved by that. He could only imagine how much worse things might have been as they did.

On a second look, Kristoff noticed that his skin was unusually clean. The hair that he was used to seeing on his arms was gone as if it had been shaved off his body. No not even that, it looked more like it had been completely waxed off since there wasn’t even a slight shadow of it there.

“What?” Kristoff muttered as he ran his hand over his arm. He shuddered at the soft velvety smooth skin, a stark contrast from the rougher feeling it had before, especially with the hair that it had on it. He squeezed and was relieved that it still felt the same, though was still unnerved by the loss of hair.

He looked down at his pants leg, wondering if it was just as clean as his arms. Fearfully, he pulled up the bottom of his pants and was surprised to see that there weren’t any there either. With a heavy heart, he looked down the front of them and his face paled when he saw the hair that previously lined his crotch was gone as well. Seeing all of the hair there was gone, Kristoff quickly looked all over his body, trying to find any trace of hair that he had below his eyebrows. He ran his hands all over them and shuddered at the delicately soft and smooth skin that was there that made his mind reel.

“Where the fuck did it go?” Kristoff muttered and ran his hand down the side of his cheek, only to freeze. He didn’t feel any stubble on his cheeks, as if he had just shaved it all off. He ran his hand down his other cheek and only felt the same velvety smooth skin. He didn’t even feel the small mole that he had under his lip. “What the hell, even my face?”

The young man ran to the bathroom, desperate to see what had happened to his face. Kristoff barged into the bathroom and quickly flicked on the light. He jumped when he saw his reflection in the mirror and saw that he had lost all his facial hair.

His mind still, trying to make sense of it all. A thought came to him that made his breathing hitch. He looked at the door and gulped.

“Is someone here?” Kristoff questioned as he looked down the hall. He listened intently, hoping that he would find no one else here, or find out if someone was and had messed with him. He would have preferred the first, even if that would only add to the confusion of how this was happening. He cautiously stepped out of the bathroom, wishing that he had something else with him while he searched the place.

As he looked around his body continued to feel off. The heat that went through his body made him feel as if he had drunk a 12-pack of energy drinks with how amped he felt at the moment.

Unknown to the young man, his blonde locks darkened as if they were absorbing some of the ambient darkness around him. They darkened further with every passing second, the bright sunny locks that he had diminishing, but the shine they had not reduced in the slightest. Instead, his hair shined brighter as it gained a healthier appearance, it softened until it gained a noticeable healthy sheen despite the color change.

As his hair darkened it slowly grew longer as well. It tickled his hair as the previous curliness that they had diminished. His hair straightened as it lengthened and tickled his ears. The young man shuddered and his eyes bulged as they imagined the worst possible scenario.

“Ahh!” Kristoff cried as he turned and threw a punch, but there was no one there. Again another set of what he thought were fingers brushed his back and he swiftly turned, throwing out another punch hoping that this time it connected.

The whole time Kristoff kept looking for the mysterious assailant, his hair continued to grow. It brushed the back of his neck, freaking him out more as he tried to steady his pounding heart. It soon reached his shoulders and the young man let out another yelp as he hugged himself, bracing himself for another blow as he turned as fast as he could.

Kristoff slowly opened his eyes as the feeling of soft delicate fingers brushed against his back, and yet there was no pain. He still wanted to freak out, but since he hadn’t felt a single bit of pain told him, that his life wasn’t on the line yet. Instead of going for an immediate punch, this time, Kristoff slowly turned, as if he would be staring down a viper. He held his breath, trying to make as little noise as possible. He reached behind to grab whatever was tickling him and gulped, half expecting to feel a bout of pain but it never came.

With a little more confidence Kristoff pulled it in front of him and blinked when he saw that it was growing hair. He gently tugged on it and flinched at the sensation of someone pulling on his hair, telling him that it was his. He watched the change in horrified fascination as he paid attention to how the rest of it was gently touching his body. He rolled the changing hair around in his hand, and couldn’t help but admire the softness and beauty that it had now. It finished growing when it reached the end of his butt and became a beautiful silky smooth black mane of hair that billowed behind him like a waterfall.

“What’s happening to me?” Kristoff questioned, staring at his new hair, his heart relaxing now that he knew he was the only one in his home.

Again Kristoff stilled when he noticed that there was something different about his body, this time being his hands. His fingernails were slightly longer and evened out, no longer being uneven from his nail-biting habit. The rest of his digits were more petite and feminine looking as well. He curled them as he looked at the rest of his hands and saw that his palms were smaller as well, and he now had womanly hands.

“This is just insane.”

Whatever was happening to his hands continued up his body and Kristoff shuddered as he watched his forearms morph. The flab that they had seemingly diminished as time passed and became tighter. Despite that, they didn’t lose any of the girth that they had. It reached his arms and he moved his arm, watching them intently as they changed. His biceps got only slightly smaller, but he could tell that it was mainly replacing the slight bit of fat that they had with muscle. A faint crack came from his shoulders that made him groan slightly as if a professional masseuse had massaged his back. Still, the young man was focused on his altered arms. He squeezed his biceps and could feel a new batch of muscle there that threw him for a loop.

“I’m getting muscular now?” Kristoff questioned, marveling at the muscle that he had now. The defined tone that they had now stood out to him like a stop light and made him grin slightly. He had never been the most muscular of guys, not that he was fat before but any muscle gained was good. “What’s going to happen to me now?”

Suddenly, everything around him started to get larger. Kristoff could feel his clothes droop on his smaller frame and get looser. He looked down at his pants, half expecting them to now start sliding down but they didn’t. He could feel his shirt drape over his frame as if he had put on one that was a size too large. The pants that he wore slackened around his waist as they brushed against the top of his knees.

It was only a few inches from what the new brunette was used to, but those few inches stood out to him and made everything seem a little oversized to what it was like for him previously. It made him question everything and his breathing pick up a little faster. Kristoff reached and wrapped one of his smaller hands around the gem, it felt slightly off with how his smaller hands held it.

“What the hell? First I’m getting more muscles, but then I’m getting shorter all of a sudden? How does that make sense? That’s not including the longer hair either,” Kristoff muttered fearfully. It made no sense. Why would his body get better in one regard only to suddenly take a downturn in another? It was like there was one surprise right after another that was waiting to shock him even more and question what was going on with him right after he had a moment to process the last.

The effeminate boy's legs felt as if lotion had been rubbed on them, and Kristoff was grateful that he was wearing shorts since it made it easy for him to see everything that was now going on with his lower body. He held his breath as his feet let out small little cracks that made him feel as if he was walking on glass.

Kristoff could see that his feet were getting smaller, his toes almost looking like they were curling in on themselves with how the rest of his feet were changing. He rubbed them and was surprised to feel the same smoothness that was there on his arms. It was polarizing how big the distinction was and made him question how much further this was going to go as his lower legs shrunk and soon better fit his smaller daintier feet.

Kristoff’s thighs suddenly ballooned, making him gulp. He shuddered at the changes and how the former looseness that his pants had down there was being diminished by the change to them. He breathed heavily in and out, as he tried to keep calm, but with how it was hugging and moving against his lower body made him shudder as if it was teasing him and only spurred on the gleeful erotic feelings that were going through him.

The changing boy grabbed his thighs and shuddered as a bolt of arousal shot up his spine as if he had just been zapped. He let go of them and immediately felt a need to massage them that he refused to give in, even as his hands trembled to play with them again. The desire grew as more padding appeared on his thighs and stretched the legs of his pants even further. Kristoff let out a needy hiss and then grabbed his growing thighs, shuddering again in delight. Bits of his jiggling thighs escaped between his fingers, making him giggle at the slight bounce. They finished growing when they had become large delectable thighs that made him tremble.

“Why are my thighs so damn thick?” Kristoff groaned and adjusted his pants and stance as best he could, with how much larger his thighs were, it felt as if they were trying to crush his dick between them with deliciously plush and toned thighs. It didn’t help how the previously loose shorts were stretched to the limit and made them look almost like a pair of short shorts with how much they snuggly held onto his legs.

“I almost look like a girl with these,” Kristoff muttered as he strutted his stuff as if he was a model on a runway, finding a little bit of enjoyment in doing so. The way that his thighs jiggled ever so slightly and how his hair whipped behind him, excited him just a little.

The thought made him pause for a moment as his eyes slowly widened. In his mind, a checklist formed and compared all that had happened to him. He marked it all down in his head and then compared it to a woman’s. His jaw dropped.

“How am I turning into a girl?!” Kristoff yelled.

He groaned as his stomach felt off and placed his hand on it, noticing that the slight pudge of his gut was a little tighter than it had been just a few minutes ago. He continued to press and marveled as it continued to gain the same refinement that his thighs and arms had. The effeminate brunette gulped and then quickly raised his shirt to see what was happening to his gut.

He watched in trepidation as his midsection shrank in on itself as if he was a can of soda that was being pressed in on. He groaned and pressed on his sides as it continued to happen. His stomach got thinner and his waist got smaller. He ran his hand over his stomach and could feel that it was getting smaller, gaining the same refinement that the rest of his body had. When it was over, Kristoff had gained a thin tapered core that would have fit perfectly on with a fitness model if the rest of his toned and fit body was any indication.

Kristoff ran his hand down his slim stomach and trimmed waist and couldn’t help but grin. “I don’t think this is so bad. Sure I might look girly, but with how strong I feel now, is that a bad thing?”

A sudden rush came from down below that made him gasp, his voice rising in pitch. He pressed down there and winced at the sudden tenderness there. His breathing hitched and struggled not to contain himself at the exuberance that went through him. Another rough husky gasp came from him that was higher than it should have been, but he hardly noticed that with his dick and balls being on the forefront of his mind. A lustful womanly moan came from him as his sword continued to get smaller until it entered his body, a fresh new moist hole taking his shaft’s place. His shrinking balls entered her body, the new young woman let out a pleased aroused scream that could only have belonged to a fair young maiden than a boy.

Her face continued to heat up and she blinked as everything suddenly looked sharper, as if she was wearing a pair of glasses. For a moment it felt as if someone had placed their hands on her face as it moved. Her jawline got softer as the shape lost some of the roughness that it had.  She brought her hands up and could feel her face become more heart-shaped as her nose got smaller. Her lips swelled slightly becoming more plump and womanly.

Kristoff breathed heavily as she wiped her sweaty brow, her body covered in sweat that made her clothes cling to her frame. She grimaced as she pulled at her attire. Her beautiful face darkened at the slightly wet patch that was there, but she didn’t let that deter her.

Now that she was no longer lost in the throes of pleasure she noticed that there was something else that was off about her body as well, primarily around her throat. Kristoff hesitantly raised her hand to her throat and gulped at the lack of Adam's apple there. It wasn’t as distinct as the loss of her manhood, but it was noticeable.

“What?” Kristoff questioned, thrown off by the soft melodious voice. There was something caring, soft, almost motherly about it. She could have listened to a woman with this voice talk for ages with how nice it was. “This is…wow. I…I don’t know what to say to this.”

A sudden shift from her lower body made her stumble for a moment as if she had tripped over something. She looked down and noticed that her hips were widening, a light thrill going through as they did. She massaged her hips and grinned as she did, enjoying how they moved against the fabric. A soft gentle smile sprung on her face at the pleasurable coming from them, savoring the extra girth that came from them. Just as sudden as the rest of the transformation happened, it came to an end when they now stood out almost as wide as her shoulders. There was no doubt in her mind that if she tried she would have been able to put a delightful sway in her new wide hips that would have attracted the gaze of many.

“A shame I don’t have a little more down there,” Kristoff admitted as she traced the curve of her butt.

Suddenly the beauty’s booty ballooned, making her pants tighten even further. The young woman bit her full lip in eager anticipation of what would be happening next. Kristoff giggled as she continued to trace her butt, enjoying the extra growth that was coming from there. She placed her hands on her bottom and squeezed, shuddering in ecstatic glee at the bolt that went through her body. She massaged her developing booty and continued, noticing that the flab there was refining. It got harder for her to press in just a little as she continued to play with herself, but she refused to let that stop her. Even with the way the front of her pants were digging into her new opening she continued to play with herself as her bottom cheeks forced her hands away. She wondered how much bigger her buttocks would get as some of her butt flesh escaped between her fingers.

The growth of her posterior came to an end, but she refused to stop pleasing herself as she looked over her shoulder and examined her backside. Kristoff grinned. Her butt was nothing short of perfection. It was large, round, enticing, but toned in just the right way to ensure that she would get everyone’s attention.

Still, there was one thing left before her transformation was done. The brunette hungrily looked down at her flat chest, eagerly anticipating the growth that she was sure would happen down there.

“C’mon, let’s bring in the rest of my girls,” Kristoff demanded eagerly. With how big her butt was, she refused to believe that she would be flat-chested.

The young woman squealed as her chest pushed out. Two small, but noticeable bumps formed, and just like her now large balloon booty, she grabbed her swelling pecs, squeezing them and gently massaging them as they grew. The erotic lightning-bolt-like pleasure that came from her work practically demanded to be squeezed again and again, but she was more than happy to do so. Kristoff was forced to adjust her grip as they grew too large for her womanly hands to hold, but that did nothing to deter her as she continued to play with her growing bust. A small trail of drool escaped as more of an immense cleavage canyon formed that made her buck her hips like she was being taken from behind.

“How much bigger are they going to get?” Kristoff muttered gleefully with a beautiful smile as her now apple-sized bust just continued to get bigger. She squeezed her breasts again and savored the breast flesh escaping between her fingers. She kneaded them, savoring every little bolt of pleasure as if it was the last one that she would get since this wouldn’t last forever, she had to enjoy this while she can. The new beautiful young woman noticed that her ballooning bust’s growth was slowing and increased her pace to get this last bit of erotic bliss that she could. Moments later, her bosom’s growth stopped when they enormous F-cup breasts that put some watermelons to shame with how massive they were.

Kristoff giggled as she tried to adjust them so that she could see past her toes, but they were simply too massive with how big they were. Not that she was complaining, it gave her a little more stuff to play with. She was sure that anyone who had any interest in female anatomy sexually would enjoy the look as well.

To her surprise, the ill-fitting clothes that she had worn previously suddenly shifted into a sexy blue and black sports bra and short shorts that hugged her frame snuggly. She could feel her straining underwear morph and become a pair of panties. She was about to study her new attire when she noticed something was off about her room.

Everything seemed a little different, more feminine, her apartment a little cleaner. She blinked at the sight of a weight lifting set and a punching bag, a pair of leather gloves sitting on the table. The pictures on the wall, were different as well, showing a woman instead of her old self.

Kristoff went into her room to see if it had changed as well and jumped at the slightly altered room, along with a purse that was off to the side that she knew wasn’t there before. She went to investigate, wondering if it would be able to shed some light on the matter, and saw her wallet inside. She opened it and her jaw dropped when she saw on her driver’s license was a picture of her new self with a small gentle smile that would have melted even the coldest of hearts. The name next to it, now being Tifa Lockhart.

“Well that’s something that I won’t have to worry about, and Tifa is a great name for the new me,” Tifa muttered joyfully. She had been so lost in the heat of the moment, that the idea of her identification no longer working occurred to her.

She looked her body over and blew a kiss, imagining that it was to some nice guy that she was giving it to. She flexed her arms and giggled at the muscles that she had. A grin formed. With this new strong wonderful body, she knew that she would be able to take on anyone.

She stopped for a moment, as her smile gained a small malicious edge to it. She threw a few punches and then a kick, moving with a finesse expertise that she didn’t have before. Her grin grew as she imagined some thugs being on the receiving end of those blows.

“Looks like I know what tomorrow’s plans were,” Tifa laughed lowly, knowing that she was going to enjoy herself more than she should.

Epilogue

Tifa ignored the looks as she walked through the city, not bothered at all bothered by the looks she was getting. She knew that she was hot, and pretending that she wasn’t would be an insult to herself. It was something that she was going to have to get used to, and strutting her stuff was the best way that she could think of. Though her bouncing boobs and booty were certainly something that would take far more time to get used to.

It didn’t help that she was wearing a small black skirt that showed off her shapely legs, and suspenders that were attached to her small little white top that showed her strong core and large rack. She never felt bold enough to wear something like this in her life, but it was liberating as well as if she was finally letting loose for once.

Tifa saw the symbol for the Saint’s territory and grinned. Now it would only be a matter of time before some punk came here and tried to mess with her. She went the way she came, hoping that she would find those punks from yesterday, and to her relief she did.

“Well I’ll be,” the lead gang member said. “What’s a mighty fine piece of ass like you doing here?”

Tifa simply smiled as they leered at her, eyeing her amazing rack, no doubt thinking of all the fun that they would be able to have with her girls. Too bad for them that those looks would be the only joy that they would get before they entered a world of hurt. She grinned as she slammed her fists together. It would take some time before she was able to clean up the streets, but she was sure that she would be able to get it done in time. It had been a long time coming, and now that she could get it done, she would, starting with these jokers.