For a few minutes you can't do anything but gaze at them. Swaying them from side to side experimentally, you note that although they're obviously implants, at least they're good quality. You pull your top back on, only to discover it is now a few sizes too small.
"Everything i order?" Babbingtree calls out from the other side of the curtain.
"I... seem to have some trouble fitting into my clothes like this." You say a little embarrassed.
"Ah, that was to be expected. Not to worry, I might have something for your new, ehm, proportions." He spoke, you could hear him going through racks of clothing.
"Here. I think this might be fitting." Babbingtree held a skimpy looking halter-top through the curtains. It was covered in tacky purple glitter, and seemed to be hardly enough to cover your new fake boobs.
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