“…Lips.”
The stone flashed. By pure reflex, Zoe raised her arms up to shield her face and eyes. As the light faded and Zoe lowered her arms, her expression tilted and her lip curled in derision, “What the-?”
The transformation spread across her body as though crinkling paper. Her skin bleached pure white. Her hair and lips both turned black, while heavy yet expertly applied mascara spread around her eyes. A thousand different tiny changes rippled across her body, and a dozen more noticeable ones as her waist narrowed, her hips flared, and her breasts swole up several cup sizes, all collecting together to create an exceptionally sexier version of herself.
Her lips had already been permanently blackened, but now they began to change in earnest. They grew succulent, moist, and shiny, but most importantly of all, they simply grew. Larger, and larger, and still larger as they throbbed and swole; the girl soon to be defined by her lips quickly becoming physically defined by them as they tripled and quintupled in size. They parted briefly, and her tongue snaked out - also enlarged and similarly blackened in color - it slid slowly and seductively around, and then slipped back inside after completing a full rotation. The lips on her face were not alone however, as Zoe’s top vanished to reveal in place of nipples were two comparatively normal-sized, but still large, black lips. And then it was over: her huge, perfect lips now stretched from just below her nose to just above her chin, resting on her face like an enormous bow.
And then she was Lips.
“What the fuck?!”, she said immediately. Her massive lips spread first into a massive doughnut, and then nearly to her ears as her mouth enunciated.
“What did you do to Lips?!”, she snapped. The movement of her new mouth as she spoke was mesmerizing, if only for the enormity of the size and movement alone. It was as though her mouth was five sizes too big. She could probably fit an entire turkey in there, or at least a chicken. A pregnant pause followed her words, and as her transformation began to sink in, she snapped again, her thick new namesakes wrapping around her words, “Lips’ name is Lips!” She balled up her hands, and her mouth pursed together as she tried to force out her old name, both of her breast-mounted mouths working in unison as her huge face-lips tensed up. “Zzzzzz…. Liiiiips!”
Tits laughed. “How do you like your new name?”, Lips just gave her a death glare.
“Fix it!”, Lips demanded, her lips scraping past her upper lip with the force of her enunciation. Tits just laughed harder.
“It’s… not… reversible.”, Cunt breathed out, her voice heavy and tired. She seemed distant, as though hollowed out of any capacity to form meaningful opinions.
Lips’ mouth hung open at that. Her lower-lip nearly reached her collarbone. She looked back and forth between Cunt, Boobs, and Tits.
Boobs just shrugged, unseen. “Sorry sis.”, she said, muffled by Tits’ thighs. She clearly wasn’t very sorry however.
“How about you fuck off before Tits does something else?”, Tits said, wearing the smuggest of possible expressions. She was clearly very pleased with how she had dealt with their little interloper.
Lips snarled at that, and balled up her fists at her sides. “You slut-“, “How dare you-”, the lips on her tits said, speaking up from left to right. Her gigantic lips rippled on her face with obvious disgust and finally with a glare she said, “You bitches will see Lips again!”, and simply spun on her heel and left.
And as soon as Lips left their sight, everything about her slipped from the minds of Boobs, Tits, and Cunt. It all simply evaporated from their memories. The indignation in her eyes, the sound of her pounding on the door or ultimately kicking it in, the pale wish-given skin or the torn-up jeans she wore. Absolutely everything about her simply vanished from their consciousness, everything except her Lips. The thick black lips that dominated her face, how they flexed and moved as they formed words, how they pressed together in anger and how they had rippled in confusion. They were all that she was known for, the only part that was worth remembering. A pair of lips had visited them, a pair of rude but sexy, bitchy, gothic lips, the girl attached was nothing more than a vague and unimportant afterthought.
