Tifa reached her arms around herself, almost as if to hug herself, which is what she usually does to stretch. But this time, she couldn't. She opened her eyes to see nothing but flesh. She stood up, to have it revealed to her that it was, in fact, her own flesh that was in her face. For she had grown multiple cup sizes, now sporting a set of JJJ cup tits. Her massive set had burst her bra and her already tight tee shirt, and draped down past her belly button. Her breasts were perky, as if they were fakes. But the fat must have just been unusually firm for there was nothing fake about these things. She earned this.
She had gained weight in other places, too. She had grown quite the pot belly, extending a few inches out in front of her, though it was of course covered by massive amounts of titflesh. All you could see of the fat in her waist was her lovehandles, which fell over the side of her skirt. Her ass had grown to such a proportion that it had created a wedgie in her underwear, and had nudged up the skirt so that you could see the bottom of her ass.
Her tits were mammoth, to be sure. Her nipples stood errect in the cool air conditioned environment. Tifa ran her hands over her engorged nipples, only to feel that they have grown hyper sensitive. She began to test herself out, rubbing the palm of her hand over her nipple, ringing her finger around the areola, and pinching her nipples. She moaned, for this was more pleasurable than she could remember her breasts being. She thought to herself as she played with her tits...
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