With a mighty "SHRRRRIIIIIIPPP" and a magnificent "FFFFFSSSSSSSSHHHCKKKK" my boobs exploded from the restraint of the top garment known as a "shirt."

As they wobbled and jiggled to a rest, I smiled, placing a paw on a boob and held my other paw to my fatty face. This felt wonderful, but it wasn't the last of it.

The apparel I wore had come with a tube of purple lipstick, which I put on my nigh-non-existent lips. It, along with the leg- and arm-sleeves, had made me swell fatter. But those weren't the only effects.

A new, strange, tingly sensation filled my lips as the familiar feeling of fattening went to a place I had never, ever experienced such a sensation: my lips.

As my lips grew thicker, fuller, and fatter, (covered in the rich, gaudy purple color that matched the sleeves) I looked over at my audience of one, the bringer of this wonderful gift.

"Oh sweetie~" I cooed to Captain Foxx, "did you really think that any shirt could hold these big girls?"

He didn't vocally respond, nosebleeding as he was, but nodded his head slowly in awestruck wonder.

I have to say, though, that I like having such a big kisser. Who wants a kiss? *puckers up*

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