“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.”
“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!”
“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.