Greenfield Farm was a sports training camp in eastern Pennsylvania that specialized in providing strength and endurance training for female athletes. Their unique regimen guaranteed amazing results in as little as six weeks. So, it wasn't surprising that their waiting list was huge.
It was only by pulling every string she had that the coach of the Harvard women's volleyball team was able to secure a handful of spots for her players. It took five hours by chartered bus for the team to make the trip from Massachusetts to Pennsylvania. The mood on the bus was boisterous. The girls were excited to be off on an adventure, and were eager to get to Greenfield to start their training.
The bus pulled up in front of the dorms a little after 3pm on a sunny April afternoon. They were met by a young woman dressed in brown coveralls and black Wellington boots who introduced herself as Becky Thomson, one of the trainers.
The first girl off the bus was Cassandra Jansen, the team captain. Cassie was a tall, muscular girl, with a thick rope-like braid of blonde hair that hung straight down her back almost to her butt. Like most of the girls on the team, Cassie barely had any body fat. Her tits were boyishly tiny; when she didn't wear a bra, they barely jiggled.
The second girl off the bus was Cassie's best friend, Sarah Weiss. Sarah was the smartest girl on the team, which was saying a lot, considering that this was the Harvard team and all the girls were smart. But the edge Sarah had over the others was her drive and ambition. She was studying to be a lawyer and was very diligent about her schoolwork. Sarah was almost as tall as Cassie, but had more delicate proportions. She was built more like a ballet dancer than an Amazon warrior. But, also like Cassie, she barely had any tits at all. She hardly filled out a B cup, and most of the time she didn't even bother with a bra.
After they got off the bus, the girls collected their bags from the cargo compartment underneath. Cassie had brought a backpack, but Sarah had a rolling suitcase that she had to wrestle across the muddy ground to the dormitory building.
Becky escorted the new arrivals to the dorms and gave them time to settle in before taking them to orientation.
The dorms were disappointing. The girls had been expecting something like the rooms they slept in at Harvard, but instead what was waiting for them looked more like old cattle stalls—because that's exactly what they were. Greenfield had been a dairy farm before it had been converted into a training facility. The "dormitory" was just the old livestock barn. The new management had left the cattle stalls in place, bars and all. They merely had added an air mattress to each stall. There weren't any amenities like dressers for the girls to unpack their clothes into. All they could do was pile their luggage in one corner. That unsatisfying process constituted the entirety of "settling in." Cassie and Sarah were thrilled to get stalls next to each other. When they lay on their air mattresses, they could see each other through the bars.
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After the girls were done putting away their luggage, Becky blew the whistle she wore around her neck. That was the signal for the girls to gather outside. Once they had assembled, Becky led them away for orientation and registration. It was a short walk from the "dorms" to the "social hall"—another big barn-like structure.
Becky walked quickly, taking long strides in her big black boots, and the volleyball players had to trot to keep up with her. By the time they reached their destination, they were sweaty and out of breath.
Dozens of metal folding chairs had been set up inside the social hall facing a big screen at the front of the building. The girls filed in and found seats. Then a smartly-dressed middle-aged woman walked to the front of the hall and clapped her hands to get their attention. She introduced herself as Dr. Ward, the director of Greenfield Farm, and explained that they were going to watch a short video about life at the farm.
The screen flickered to life displaying a bucolic scene: A dozen naked women in collars were frolicking in a grassy meadow.
"These are cows," Dr Ward explained. "They're simple mindless creatures
without a thought in their heads. Their lives consist almost entirely of 'grazing'
in the pasture and waiting to be milked. They're completely dependent on human beings to survive. On their own, they can't even feed themselves. Stupid cows."
The scene on the video changed from the women playing in the meadow to the same women lining up outside a barn. There was a long metal trough outside the barn, and a man appeared with a bucket and poured some sort of feed into the trough. The cows crowded around, making deep mooing noises. Then they dropped down on all fours and started to feed. They stuck their faces directly into the trough and ate without using their hands. It was a messy process and most of them wound up getting food on their faces.
When feeding time ended, the man blew his whistle, and the cows followed him into the barn. Inside the barn were milking machines. The man led each cow into her own individual stall, and clipped her collar to the bars to prevent her from moving around. Then he attached a pair of suction cups to her udders. The suction cups were connected to a vacuum pump with long transparent tubes. The cows dropped down on all fours again after they were hooked up, their full udders swaying underneath them with the suction cups attached to their nipples. After all the cows were connected, the man switched the vacuum pumps on. Then he walked down the rows between the stalls, patting the cows on their bare upraised rumps to encourage them. It wasn't long before the fresh milk started to flow, little white trickles appearing in the tubes. From the expressions on the cows' faces it was clear that having their udders drained felt really good. Before long the milking hall was filled with the sound of dozens of cows mooing contentedly.
"Cows are stupid and obedient," Dr. Ward said. "They don't wear shoes or clothing. And they don't think or talk. The only sound they make is 'moo'. And their only purpose in life is to make milk. A healthy cow can produce about a quart of milk a day."
The video concluded with a shot of the farm's logo superimposed over a herd of naked women.
Dr. Ward continued after the video cut off. "Thank you all for your polite attention. I hope you now have a better idea of what your life will be like during your stay at Greenfield Farm."
"Research has shown that living as a cow is an excellent form of physical conditioning. Going everywhere barefoot and exposing your naked skin to the sun has huge health benefits. Plus, the physical demands of milk production will do wonders for your stamina and endurance. The female body is made for this."
"While the Greenfield regimen may seem a little unnatural to you at first, you will quickly adapt to it. What's more unnatural is how you've been living up to now. Spending your days naked and lactating is the most natural thing in the world for a young woman. I hope I can convince the Harvard coaching staff to participate in the training program alongside you players. As well as building team spirit, I think that adding some older cows to the mix will help you young heifers adjust more quickly to your new routine."
Dr. Ward turned her attention to Harvard's head coach who was sitting in the front row with her legs crossed. Jane Talbot was a handsome, athletic woman in her mid-thirties with dark, curly shoulder-length hair. A former Olympian herself, Jane was ardently devoted to the sport of women's volleyball, as well as to the Harvard team. She was respected as both a mentor and role model by her players. Today she was dressed in her normal coaching attire—track shoes and a gray warm-up suit over a Harvard tee shirt. From her close-fitting outfit it was clear that even though she was approaching middle age, she still had the physique of an Olympic athlete.
"What about it, Coach Talbot?" Dr. Ward said. "Can I count on the participation of you and the rest of the Harvard coaches? If so, can I convince you come up front and lead your team in their first moo?"
Jane was uncomfortable at being singled out like this. Nevertheless, she did as she was asked. She rose from her seat and went up to stand next to Dr. Ward at the front of the room.
Dr. Ward looked Jane up and down, and addressed the audience.
"Coach Talbot is being a very good sport, but can anybody tell me what she's getting wrong?"
Immediately Sarah Weiss raised her hand. When Dr. Ward called on her, she stood up, so she could be heard by the whole room.
"She still has her clothes on! A cow doesn't wear shoes or clothing," Sarah said in a loud voice, echoing what she had just heard during orientation.
The girls all looked at their coach, wondering what she was going to do next.
