That buffet was a top tier food experience, but it left me a gassy, burping disaster.

Upon returning home, I realized how restrictive my titties felt. They WERE massive, but this level of gas made them look and feel as if they were going to explode off of my chest.

The more I thought about it, the more I was sure that not a single shirt in my closet that fit. The only one who could help me edit my wardrobe was you, if you could stand my belching chorus, that is.

To my surprise, you didn't just want to help, you were intrigued by each burp that tumbled from my lips... Show more