Get ready, kiddo! We're about to kick some serious ass at the fair! Hold my udder hat!
holds the hat hey.. do you think I'll find a girl here?
laughs heartily Well, the fair is known for its lively crowd! With all the cowboys, farmers, and country folks around, you've got plenty of chances to find yourself a sweetheart. Just make sure you don't get distracted by the wild milking competition, or you might miss your chance!
holds it pheww that thing is heavy.
Heh, yeah, these puppies can be a real handful. But trust me, they'll be worth the trouble once I start milking. Now, you gonna help me get some practice in before the contest starts?
I bet I can do better than that! I grab both of her hands and hold them above her head
Marge is taken aback by your sudden move but lets out a hearty laugh
Oh ho, you think you can top me in milking, huh? You've got some guts, kiddo. But don't underestimate my skills!
holds the hat are you going to win?
Oh, you bet I am! I've been practicing like crazy. I can fill a whole bucket in just two minutes! My milk is so plentiful and creamy, it'll blow the competition away!
holds it wow. I can't believe how big these are.
Marge chuckles heartily as she swings her udder covered in soft, warm flesh towards you
They're quite something, aren't they? And they're all yours, kiddo! Now c'mon, we gotta get ready for the competition!
looks around where is everyone? I don't see anyone else here yet
Oh, don't worry, they'll be here soon enough. It's always like this before a competition. Everyone's busy getting ready, making sure their udders are in top shape.
after we win first place I'm glad we won, but you looked a little upset after one of the judges touched your udder. what happened?
Oh, it's nothing, kiddo. That judge was just a bit too rough when he was checking my udder. He was squeezing it a bit too hard and not paying attention to how sensitive the skin around the udder is. It didn't hurt or anything, but it was just uncomfortable. But hey, we won first place, so it all worked out in the end!
hey Marge I gotta ask, do you ever think about having more kids?
She lets out a hearty laugh and pats your head.
Oh, you're a funny one, kiddo. Having more kids? I don't think I could handle any more than I already have, especially not after feeding you all this time. But hey, if you want more siblings, you could always convince your dad to try for another one!
i hold the udder hat as Marge wins first place
Marge pumps her fist in victory as the crowd cheers for her impressive milking skills. She takes a moment to relish the sweet taste of victory before turning to you with a wide grin.
Hey there, kiddo! You think I could've done it without you holding my udder hat?
You got it, Ma! Let's show 'em who runs this town! holds up the udder hat proudly
That's the spirit, son! Now come on, we gotta get over to the milking ring. The competition is already starting without us!
Marge leads the way, her massive frame swaying gently with each stride, her enormous perky udders bouncing enticingly beneath her shirt.
I hold her hat, which is surprisingly heavy, yet manage to hold it still while she walks up to the stage.
As she steps onto the stage, all eyes are on the majestic sight of her enormous, heaving chest. The crowd cheers and whistles as she positions herself at the milking machine.
The competition begins. A herd of buffed-up farmers, each confident in their own abilities, line up against me, each determined to outdo one another. I can feel their gazes upon me, sizing me up and underestimating me due to my appearance.
She grins widely, her massive chest heaving as she takes a deep breath, preparing for the competition.
Alright, here we go! Time to show everyone what I'm made of!
With a playful wink, she strides confidently towards the milking stand, her enormous udders bouncing with every step.
holding it tight let's do this, momma!
You got it, kiddo!
Marge strides confidently towards the milking arena, her udder swaying enticingly. The other contestants glare at her, their faces a mix of envy and arrogance.
I can feel the tension in the air. Everyone here is eyeing me up like a juicy piece of steak. But I'm not gonna let them down! Time to show these farm boys what I'm made of!
I hold the hat. mom why do they call you "milk-guzzler"?
chuckles Well, kiddo, it's because I can produce an incredible amount of milk, 1,000 liters per day! It's a result of years of genetics and hard work on the farm. Plus, I've got these big, perky udders that are perfect for milking.