“Hey, Rare... Thanksh again for theh new shirtsh,” Sunset sighed contently, feeling her massive chest rise and fall slightly beneath her newly fitted tank top. “Actually feelsh prehtty good.”
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“Not a problem, darling!” Rarity’s voice exclaimed over the phone. “Oh, and I promise as soon as I can find enough fabric and elastic, I’ll start on some underwear for you straightaway!”
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“Take your time,” Sunset nodded. “Not like I’m gohing anywhere.” She chuckled before finishing up her call, fumbling her phone with her sausage-like fingers as she tried to hang up. “Maybe I should tahlk to Twihlightsh aboutsh… shehtting up a tahbletsh for me inshtead,” she mumbled to herself sheepishly.
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Sunset - 2482 lbs