"Seriously vicky, do we have to go to that aisle. That fetish is just stupid."
"Oh come on Miss crankypants. You would look 'like totally' gorgeous in one of those."
"Wait. Did you just say 'like totally'. Only a bimbo would say that."
Vicky just ignored Laura while her 'breasts' bounced with each movement of her legs. Laura was starting to question if vicky would naturally say that sentence since vicky was strict for being grammatically correct since she was studying linguistics.
Vicky finally let go of Laura as they were in the maternity fetish aisle. On the shelves were maternity dresses from all styles and sizes. Each dress said the amount of months pregnant you were and the amount of children you carry which went up to carrying 30 children at once (that maternity see a was massive). It also had fake breasts of a wide range of cup sizes each filled with milk and the range went from flat chested to the size of double decker buses with metre long nipples.
"seriously, why am I here." Laura said
"Oh c'mon girlfriend, you are like so not fun anymore. If you do it I can give you like my secret for big boobies." Vicky pureed.
Laura was now scared of what vicky was becoming. Just to get her off her back, Laura picked some clothing out. When she got into the changing room, she put on...