Sure, it was a good show.

The Cheshire Cat smiles. "Go ahead Alice, drink." Alice pulls to bottle from her red pussy, uncorks it and takes a swig. Her breasts grow from large A's to large B's. She's amazed and thrilled. She smiles a huge grin that matches the Cheshire Cat's.

"Take another," he says and Alice follows suit. Soon they're large C's. She can't believe what she's seeing. They feel amazing. Heavy but perky. She takes a tiny little sip and...D's.

Alice is all smiles. "Thank you so much Cheshire Cat. You know every girl dreams of having beautiful breasts." Alice glances behind her. Her ass is round and shapely as well. Everything is perfect. But Alice feels unsatisfied. A crazy feeling glosses over her eyes. Masturbating for someone is pretty awful, she thinks, she deserves to enjoy all of her gift.

The bottle of milk is still about a quarter full and she chugs the rest of it. Her breasts grow to E's and beyond to what would be F's, G's, H's and bigger. Suddenly Alice realizes she may have made a mistake. Her breasts are almost as big as her. Her nipples are the size of tea saucers. She teeters and falls. They're heavy. They hurt.

"Cheshire Cat, what have I done?" She says, as she lies on her back beneath the weight of her massive breasts. She begins to sob.

The Cheshire Cat laughs as he begins to disappear. "I guess you'll have to find someone who likes milk....a lot." The chuckles echo as he disappears. Alice is alone, and in trouble.