You need new clothes

“Wow, all empty. Well, I am,” Cokko giggles. Your middle swells out farther than you can reach, and out past your hips on either side. Your breasts rest heavily on your belly.

“I don’t have a thing to wear now, Cokko!”

“Good thing I came...” she pauses with a smirk and you roll your eyes, “...prepared! First of all, we gotta corral those big boobies. Second, underwear. Need something easy to fuck around, a thong. Otherwise, stretch wear, something to turn me on, when you wear something at all, that is.”

Cokko pulls out her sack of goodies. You didn’t even clock it on her arrival since it went with the costume. Out come piles of very thin material that can only loosely be described as clothing. She pulls out a piece, smushes herself against you to wrap something around your breasts that does nothing but give you cleavage, and velcros it against your back. She then slides a thong up your legs and around the dick still in your ass.

“See, doesn’t get in the way! Pick out the rest yourself!” She gestures to the pile.