"Finally you're here!" the woman said huffily as Jon jiggled into the room. "Honestly, Jon! I'm surprised at you! You always told me that Stripper Class was your favourite activity after Oral Sex 101!"
Jon just stared.
All around him, what he knew to be boys but really looked like Dolly Parton Mini-Mes were bouncing about, giggling happily in their little helium voices as they squeezed their incredible little bodies into the skimpiest and most degrading costumes imaginable.
At the front of the class, jiggly little bimbos were already practicing twirling seductively around the large number of poles descending from the ceiling.
About one pole per student...
"Come on, boys! finish dressing, we need to get through 'Advanced Titty Wiggling and Pastie Technique' this week if we want to start on 'Elements of Lap-Dancing' next week."
A little coo of collective excitement went up as all of the bouncy little boys tried to quickly finish their preparations.
Jon noticed Biff leaning forward, pouting sexily into a mirror as he applied lots of extra-slutty red lipstick, his thong-covered booty thrust up into the air.
Steve was teasing his long hair while practicing his kittenish little 'moue' in a hand mirror, his long, sparkly titty-tassels swaying delightfully with every little jiggle of his mammoth hooters...
How on Earth did he even stand up? Jon was inexpressibly glad that...
"Let me help you there, Bambi" the teacher said, using Jon's self-chosen 'Stripper Name'.
Jon didn't even have time to react before the big hands grabbed at his soft assets and...
They began to swell, larger and larger, Jon letting out a little squeal at the size as they overflowed the big hands and...
"There you go, Bambi - great knockers as always!"
Jon nearly fell flat on his new, extra-jiggly chest as the hands were suddenly withdrawn, leaving him with a horrifically altered center of mass...
But, even so, some tiny little part of him glowed with pride at being complimented on his big, pretty titties...
He briefly wondered what that meant.
