“Mmmmph!” Celestia muffledly whimpered as the warm, divine air rushed into her, stretching her figure as the pressure built.
 
“Ahh yes, I forgot, you still need your lips to speak.” Hextor churred even while kissing and blowing… He released his liplock on the princess, hands still caressing her, his touch now producing a soft, rubbery squeak on her shiny, smooth hide.
 
“Wh-What are you DOING?” She meeped, her belly already smooshed to the ground, pressed up against her legs. Her elegant figure now overblown, wide and comical…
 
“You won’t take a break, dear, so the break is taking you…” He said, winking, then kissed her again…
 
… and again, blew.
 
“Hrrrmmmmph?!”