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"This girl's tits are quite supple. How much milk does she produce a day?"
Callie can't help but let a moan slip out from between her plump, pink lips as her nipples get rubbed by a complete stranger. Ever since becoming a hucow, life has been really good. She took the drugs that turned her body into a nutrition machine, her breast milk infused with medicinal properties. Side effects included heightened libido, breast sensitivity and weight gain, specifically in the ass and tits.
She doesn't have to think about finances or anything! Before making the carefully thought-out decision to come to the farm, she was in thousands of dollars of debt from a college degree her parents had pressured her into and was struggling to make ends meet. Now, all she has to worry about is milk quantity and quality.
That is, until getting transferred to a different farm.
Callie's farmer, an old man, had died suddenly of a heart attack in his sleep. She is still grieving his loss, her heart breaking for his family and friends. She pities herself, too; some hucows get abused. What if her new owner isn't as nice?
But oh, is he handsome! One look at him makes her insides feel funny. He has slicked-back black hair, warm brown eyes, and sun-kissed tan skin. He's tall and muscular, probably in his mid-twenties, a few years older than Callie.
She had been spacing out for most of the conversation, watching the dandelions and grass bend in the wind on this blustery autumn day. She comes back to earth, though, when the man says, "I'll take good care of her, Ms. McDonald," and writes her a check as Callie pulls her low cut top back on. She never wears a bra anymore, her breasts too big for the ones she used to wear, anyway. He takes her pink leash in his large hand.
He leads her to the door of a big red barn where multiple women's voices can be heard moaning out in pleasure. "Welcome to your new home, Callie. I hope you like it."
"Thank you."
"We're going to see what method helps your milk output, creating the creamiest, healthiest milk. With some girls, they produce best when in pain," he explains. "Others, when edged or tickled. Are you okay with trying out these techniques?"
Callie blushes scarlet. "Um..."
"You don't have to decide right now. Can I give you a head pat?"
She bites her lip and nods, blonde bangs bouncing as she does.
"Good girl," he says, and pets her hair. She feels like she's died and gone to Heaven! A farmer who cares about what she thinks who's good looking? Hubba hubba!
"I think you'll like it here. And if you ever need anything, just let me know. Are you ready for the tour?"
"Yes, Sir," she says politely, and follows behind him into the unknown, nervous but excited with butterflies in her belly.
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"I'm Joshua Hayes, by the way," he says.
He's fed her a hearty breakfast in the barn's kitchen, which has a bouquet of flowers at the center of the round wooden table. She can still hear the moans of the other girls, there must be half a dozen at least. All the sounds stir together to create a horny symphony.
"Now, I've put a drug in the dessert, but wanted to tell you before you ate it. It should help your milk output."
Callie sticks her spoon into the chocolate ice cream sundae, then into her mouth. The sugary sweetness melts on her tongue as she eats, and soon her body feels warm all over.
"Okay Mr. Hayes, I'll do it."
A wide grin spreads out across his beautiful face, and she's happy to see him so glad. "That a girl. Now, let's get you hooked up to the milking machine and get started."
He reaches over and wipes a bit of chocolate away from Callie's bottom lip, then licks his thumb. "Come with me, sweetheart." They end up in a little room with a potted plant in the corner with a machine across from it. Callie recognizes it as a Milkatron 3000.
Farmer Hayes sits on the stool by the machine. "Let me hook you up, pretty thing."
She pulls off her top and the suction cup tubes are placed on her nipples.
"Now, lay across my lap with your ass up."
Callie's heart beats excitedly as her long blonde hair falls past her cheekbones, touching the floor. He lifts up her skirt and his hand slips under her panties. "Can I take these off and begin your spanking?"
"Yes sir."
"You can call me daddy."
Callie hopes he doesn't see any wetness in her white panties. "Yes, daddy. Thank you so much for asking," she says in a small voice.
Farmer Hayes chuckles and pulls her underwear off. "My my, is someone feeling a bit wet down there?"
Callie's face burns. "Sorry daddy," she says, wiggling her butt at him. "I just can't help it..."
He pulls out a remote and presses a button, and the machine whirrs to life. Callie moans obscenely as the first smack falls onto her bubble butt which bounces with each harsh slap. Farmer Hayes shows her no mercy but Callie never asks him to stop. Before coming to the farm, she discovered she was a masochist with her college sweetheart.
