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Tifa's pants and groans could be heard echoing several floors above her as she heaved her tremendously heavy body up another step.

Her entire form shifted and wobbled and she inhaled sharply as she felt her flab shift inside an outfit that was far too small and far too strained. She'd been like this ever since their infiltration of Don Corneo's hideout, her gain too recent for her normally competent physicality to get used to. Turned out that the Don's taste in women had "broadened", to put it mildly, and part of the audition to be his bride was to ingest an experimental Shinra growth formula intended for livestock.

Tifa had put on a bit less weight than Cloud at least, who she could hear grunting and puffing several steps behind her, but neither of them came even close to matching Barret's progress. Now the most in-shape of the trio, relatively speaking, Barret had already outpaced them by at least ten flights.

"Just... huff... huff... a few... hurr... more!" Tifa bellowed before lifting her flabby leg before her and bringing her massive body up onto the next landing.

Wiping off the sweat pouring down her chubby cheeks, she groaned in frustration, her morbidly obese form sagging in defeat as she saw the gigantic number on the wall. The imposing numeral marked this landing as only being on the second floor...

"We... nnnff... really should have taken... huuuff! ...the elevator."

So for the sixth day's prompt, "Labor", I wanted to draw a fat character really out of shape. Climbing stairs came to mind, and it wasn't much a stretch to connect that to the infamous stairwell from Final Fantasy 7.

Here we have a seriously out of shape Tifa struggling to throw her weight around. Normally these stairs wouldn't be so bad for the athletic fighter, but her gain was a sudden one and she hasn't trained her body nearly enough to handle all those pounds.

Don't worry Tifa! There's only 58 more floors to go...

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Tifa's pants and groans could be heard echoing several floors above her as she heaved her tremendously heavy body up another step.

Her entire form shifted and wobbled and she inhaled sharply as she felt her flab shift inside an outfit that was far too small and far too strained. She'd been like this ever since their infiltration of Don Corneo's hideout, her gain too recent for her normally competent physicality to get used to. Turned out that the Don's taste in women had "broadened", to put it mildly, and part of the audition to be his bride was to ingest an experimental Shinra growth formula intended for livestock.

Tifa had put on a bit less weight than Cloud at least, who she could hear grunting and puffing several steps behind her, but neither of them came even close to matching Barret's progress. Now the most in-shape of the trio, relatively speaking, Barret had already outpaced them by at least ten flights.

"Just... huff... huff... a few... hurr... more!" Tifa bellowed before lifting her flabby leg before her and bringing her massive body up onto the next landing.

Wiping off the sweat pouring down her chubby cheeks, she groaned in frustration, her morbidly obese form sagging in defeat as she saw the gigantic number on the wall. The imposing numeral marked this landing as only being on the second floor...

"We... nnnff... really should have taken... huuuff! ...the elevator."

So for the sixth day's prompt, "Labor", I wanted to draw a fat character really out of shape. Climbing stairs came to mind, and it wasn't much a stretch to connect that to the infamous stairwell from Final Fantasy 7.

Here we have a seriously out of shape Tifa struggling to throw her weight around. Normally these stairs wouldn't be so bad for the athletic fighter, but her gain was a sudden one and she hasn't trained her body nearly enough to handle all those pounds.

Don't worry Tifa! There's only 58 more floors to go...