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Accepting the shirt before Amy headed out, Megan gathered a few others and went to the changing room, putting on the grey shirt. As she had said, Megan popped a pill into her mouth and swallowed, waiting a few minutes until she could feel herself beginning to change. The loose garment tightened up, keeping her breasts from moving around so much, just like the purple-haired young woman had promised. Megan’s last moments of bliss had her loving each second, breasts becoming larger and more sensitive, shoulders packing more of a punch, head rising up several centimeters.

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