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Published at 05/17/2026 - 04:00 PM
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"Are you sure you want this?" The woman said to me, her curvaceous body in a black latex bikini, "Normally, my clientele wants to become my clothing for an hour, but to become my lips, and forever?" She shook her head, not out of dismissal, but out of the gravity of the situation, "I assume you know how much and what my mouth is used for in my line of work." I nodded, staring into her twinkling eyes and then her plump lips, certain this was what I wanted. She leaned in, the faint smell of perfume on her skin as she kissed me on the lips. It felt like fireworks were making their way through my body, and then it all started.
I could feel myself shrink as her lips overtook my entire world. The sensation of my body, falling away into her lips, my mass turning into fat just to make her a bit more beautiful. I wanted the kiss to last forever, and thankfully, it would as the last vestiges of me slipped beneath her skin, turned into another part of her body. I could feel the warmth of her breath as she giggled, clearly happy to have me with her for eternity. She smiled in the mirror, my body stretching to compensate. I could see my new form, nothing but a pair of lips, and I only made her more attractive if I do say so myself.
"I don't know why you wanted this," she said to me, the vibrations of her voice resonating off me, "But I would be lying if I said I wasn't glad you did." I would've cooed in excitement at the compliment, had I still been able to. She reached into her bag, pulling out a tube of lip gloss and opening it. As she ran the wand along my skin, my nerves became alight with ecstasy, the sensitivity surprising me but not dissuading me from my choice.
She continued her work, and each man she saw had their eyes locked onto her lips, filling me with a sense of accomplishment. She made sure to kiss each client on the lips, using me to my fullest extent. Everything in my life before this moment didn't hold a candle to the pure joy I felt as I was used. Her tongue slipped through me and was fought back by the others until they would stop locking lips and begin their true intentions. The gleam in her patrons' eyes made any doubt dissolve away. This decision was mine, permanent, and a perfect way to spend the rest of my days.