Tifa Lockhart Shrink Materia AU

You push through the swing-in doors and enter the bar called Seventh Heaven. It’s nothing impressive but it holds a humble, wholesome atmosphere despite the slums it exists within. All wooden tables and stools are lightly arranged around a main walkway with some games and a jukebox along the right wall. Directly across from the entrance is the bar. You anticipate finding the woman you seek there, but instead catch sight of her alluring figure over one of the vacant tables.

This must be Tifa Lockhart, cleaning up the tabletop and collecting glasses and plates. You see her long dark hair tied into a dolphin tail at the end that frames her fit body, wearing a leather skirt that wonderfully shapes her bottom with black leggings that lead just to the halfway point of her thigh out of red worker’s boots. Turning around the table, you see she’s wearing a white athletic crop top with suspenders that leave her arms and abdomen bare while a pair of mismatched gloves covers her hands though leave her fingers open.

Finally, you see her face look up at you, meeting your gaze with her intense yet kind eyes and a warm smile, “Oh! I wasn't expecting any more customers right now. Be with you in a sec.”

She continues to clean up the bar with a little extra haste, likely to finish her immediate task soon enough to service you. You watch her body move and flex with her work, wondering if someone this lovely truly was the source of the rumors that led you here.

Her cheeks puff out in a huff as she lifts the many glasses and bowls from the table in both hands and heads back for the bar, her footsteps plodding softly against the hardwood while her rear subtly shakes. Once behind her station, she gently places the dishes down near the sink before wiping her hands together and stepping back to the bar.

By this point I’ve taken a seat at the center stool and felt a rush of anticipation hit me as the lovely, confident bartender sauntered over and planted herself across the bartop from me.

“Heya! Welcome to the Seventh Heaven, the pride of the slums. What can I get for ya?”

The door to the small apartment opens letting the hazy air in briefly before Tifa steps in and shuts it. She sighs, leaning against the door after a long day of exhausting work. However, her day isn't done yet. She still has one more special client to take care of.

She exhales heavily, an accepting smile on her pretty lips as she reaches for her shirt collar. Pulling it away, she brings her free hand into her shirt and bra, retrieving something from her clothes.

Pulling it out between gentle yet firm feminine fingers, she procures the small, 1/2-inch tall man that had ridden with her in her cleavage home from the bar as requested. This was on of her special clients who would request to be shrunken down and used by the beautiful bartender at Seventh Heaven. She was often weirded out by how many folks wanted this from her, and even more by the extreme requests they asked of her, but ultimately she found it flattering and harmless to indulge them.

"Alright bud," she started, wearing her warmest customer service voice while addressing the small man held between her thumb and forefinger, "What was it you wanted to do again?"

Tifa sets down a recently washed mug on the counter by the sink with the other clean glassware and sighs. It's been a busy night here at Seventh Heaven, but the crowd has been slowing down in the last hour. She rests her head on her hand. It still wasn't time to close yet, but she felt prepared to leave as soon as 1am passed. She let out a large yawn, offering a wide open view of her mouth to any curious on-lookers nearby. She normally would've covered her mouth for this, but she'd learned it attracted certain customers to her side business.

Still, she'd already had a few satisfied clients today. One who'd long since gone home after spending three hours in her left boot under her stocking-clad foot, and the others all winding up as part of her caloric intake for the day within her trim stomach. She frowned briefly, concerned whether these particular clients knew what they were getting into, but shrugged off the lingering guilt. They paid her, and enjoyed themselves as far as Tifa was aware. Still, no telling whether they still enjoyed her stomach as much once she couldn't sense them inside her anymore. Digestion likely wasn't that fun.

For now, she'd enjoy a small reprieve before getting back to work, collecting glasses and keeping her establishment in tip-top shape before closing for the night.

Unbeknownst to her, there's one more client for the day. One that Aerith had arranged without informing Tifa. On the floor, peeking around the corner of the towering bar stood a small naked person standing at less than a centimeter tell. Aerith had helped them get here and shrunken so they could live out their fantasy of interacting with an unaware giantess. Now that they're here, they watch the towering Tifa and find themselves overwhelmed by her beautiful stature!

So who is this person?