"Don't you have anything... a little more proportionate?" You tried, giving the top a disgusted look.
"Oh. Yes of course. Well... I think I do, one second." You hear him walking off, returning moments later with a new piece for you to try.
It's an ordinary red blouse, one that you could probably even wear to work. It looks big enough, and the soft feeling of the cloth against your skin makes you giddily try it on. If only to be able to get out of this cramped stall for a second. It fits like a glove, so you exit to Babbingtree, admiring yourself in the mirror. Well, admiring not so much as noting how much your figure seemed out of balance now. You had a huge rocking rack, for sure. But now your ass looked flat as a dinner plate.
Babbingtree followed your gaze, reaching the same conclusion.
"Ah. I also might have a little something to balance you out. Would you perhaps be interested in some more implants?"
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