>As strip joints go, the Milking Parlor is a pretty nice place.  
>You might even consider it a proper “gentleman’s club” if it wasn’t for the farmyard decor and the servers dressed in bikinis, cowboy hats, and chaps.  
>What are you doing here?  
>A buddy of yours told you that a mutual friend is working as an ‘entertainer’ at this fine establishment.  
>You’re not about to miss out on the opportunity to see her out of her element.  
>Babs Seed is a ‘tough’ girl; cute, but very much a grown up tomboy.  
>The idea that she’s working as a stripper is too funny.  
>It’s also a little sad and you intend to ask if she’s alright.  
>But only after you get to see the show.  
>You settle in a back corner where the lighting isn’t too good.  
>It would ruin the fun if she knew you were here watching.  
>Three dancers come on stage and work the room for a while.  
>Nothing special besides their farm and ranch-girl fetish outfits.  
>Then they hustle out of sight and a single spotlight shines down on the curtain as the DJ takes the mike.  
>“Alright all you milk lovers out there. The little lady you’ve all been waiting for: Li’l Miss Buttercream!”  
>The act must be popular because the audience starts cheering and hollering in anticipation.  
>Out comes a woman in a pair of denim cutoffs, an orange tanktop, and a broad-brimmed straw hat pulled down over her face.  
>She’s obviously not wearing a bra.  
>The music starts thumping and Babs Seed, aka Miss Buttercream, whips off her sunhat revealing a mess of fiery red hair.  
>She holds her hat in front of her and assumes an innocent look.  
>The DJ goes into his spiel.  
>“Miss Buttercream is just a hard working farmer’s daughter who’s trying to save up enough to leave home so she can follow her dreams in the big city. Let’s all help her out shall we?”  
>The music changes tempo and Babs grins and tosses her hat backstage.  
>Now she starts to move with practiced motions, doing twirls around the center pole and popping squats that show off just how short her shorts are.  
>You swear you can see a camel-toe in the denim fabric.  
>Soon she starts to remove articles of clothing.  
>First her shorts, under which is a cowprint g-string.  
>Then she wriggles out of her top showing off a surprisingly large pair of breasts.  
>Their only cover are a pair of cowprint pasties.  
>Cute.  
>Babs turns back to reach behind the backstage curtain and the DJ narrates.  
>“Now you know Li’l Miss Buttercream is a healthy girl who works hard. And one of the ways she stays healthy is by drinking her milk everyday.”  
>The stripper turns around and you see that she has completed her ensemble with a set of cow ears and horns.  
>She even has a little tail attached to her thong that swishes back and forth as her hips roll and sway.  
>She also has a milk bottle in her hand and takes off the lid.  
>“That’s right folks,” the DJ says, “The more she drinks the healthier she gets!”  
>Shaking her nearly exposed chest so her tits wobble from side to side, Babs starts drinking the milk.  
>You have no idea where this is going but the crowd is getting really excited for some reason.  
>She polishes off the milk while only spilling a few drops and tosses the empty bottle to one of the servers.  
>Then she leans her back against the center pole, grabs her boobs with both hands and begins to massage them.  
>You watch, fascinated, as your friend crouches down, then pushes up again, rubbing her back and butt against the brass pole.  
>All the while she massages her tits, her hands squeezing them hard all over but avoiding her pasties.  
>The crowd starts to chant, “Bigger, bigger, bigger!”  
>You don’t know what they’re on about but then it hits you.  
>Babs’ hands aren’t covering nearly the same about of boobsflesh that they were a few minutes ago.  
>Her tits are growing?  
>Yeah, it’s obvious now.  
>Her pasties are much smaller compared to the rest of her boobs which are swollen and sticking out like crazy.  
>Babs switches to rubbing the undersides of her twin, tan melons like she’s trying to support their increasing weight.  
>The crowd chants, “Bigger, Bigger, BIGGER!”  
>How much bigger are they going to get?  
>You find out as Babs begins to pant and moan.  
>The growth is obviously having an effect on her.  
>She rubs up and down the pole as she begins to thrust her chest forward.  
>Her basketballs-sized tits bounce and jiggle like mad.  
>Giant knockers keep slipping out of her grasp and slap against her torso with a meaty Thwap!.  
>Her chest thrusts out again and again, her boobs bloating bigger and bigger until, finally, she arches her back and her tits explode with growth!  
>Each beachball breast shoots out several feet from her torso, then gravity takes hold and they come crashing back against her body.  
>They’re so huge that they smack her crotch.  
>A few more bounces and the gargantuan juggs rebound into round, perky shape.  
>Well, perky for tits that are several feet wide.  
>Babs slowly comes out of her growth stupor and looks around.  
>The crowd has stopped chanting now.  
>Carefully, she stands up strait, which isn’t easy considering how top heavy she is, and begins to dance again.  
>The crowd roars and she bounces up and down the stage.  
>She goes to the edge of the stage, plants her feet wide apart and bends at the waist.  
>Moving her upper body, she swings her chest pillows out over the patrons.  
>They love it.  
>She can’t keep it up for long but everyone seems satisfied when she finally makes her way off stage.  
>Several of the servers gather up the large amounts of money thrown on the stage and follow Babs.  
>You can’t believe what you just saw.  
>There had to be magic in that bottle which will probably wear off soon.  
>You know one thing: you can’t wait to see the look on Babs’ face tomorrow when you mention “Miss Buttercream”.