After losing her job, Daisy is evicted from her apartment in the city. Desperate for work, she accepts a live-in position on a dairy farm, where she expects to spend her days scrambling eggs, making pots of chili and washing dishes – and her nights enjoying the fresh country air.
But Farmer Jones has something else in mind for the young, buxom brunette. After slipping Daisy a special potion to induce lactation, he plans to turn her into a human dairy cow so she can feed the farm hands using her full, ripe breasts!
WARNING: This 5,600 word milking sex fantasy is dripping with adult themes and explicit content, including forced lactation, a milking machine, domination and submission, a humiliated human dairy cow, oral sex, anal sex, gushes of warm, sweet breast milk and the rough gangbang of a buxom brunette by a group of thirsty farm hands.
"She's already producing milk." The young farm pointed excitedly to the sheet that Daisy held tightly against her, which displayed two growing wet spots in the chest area.
"Let's have a look-see," Farmer Jones said, easing himself down on Daisy's bed. The young woman cowered away from him, unsure of what he planned to do. "Lay back now. Remember what I said about following orders."
He pushed the young woman down on the bed and gently pried the sheet from her clenched fists, exposing her chest to the group of men who murmured their approval. Their new feeding assistant's breasts were full and round with large brown centers. Despite her fear, Daisy's nipples were fully erect, protruding proudly and glistening with some sort of fluid.
Farmer Jones whistled, which Daisy should have found offensive. Instead, the tingling in her breasts heightened and she longed for him to take her into his mouth. Knowing that the other men were watching only increased her longing, which made the young woman lower her eyes in shame.
Why was her body responding in such a wanton way?
"I've never seen Factor-M work this quickly before," the farmer said, reaching out with both hands and squeezing Daisy's erect nipples. Rivulets of fluid seeped from the tips and the boss man dabbed the drops with his fingertips and tasted it. "Sweet Jesus! That is some mighty fine milk."
"Let me have a taste!" Hank moved toward the bed, but the farmer put up a hand to stop him.
"Don't be hasty. Daisy has only begun to lactate. You know we need to use the milking machine to get her breasts to fully let down."
"Lactate?" Daisy cried. "How could I be lactating? I've never had a baby! I don't understand what's happening to me." A few stray tears slid down her cheeks.
"Nothing to cry about. In women, lactation is a rather . . . ah . . . pleasant side effect of Factor-M." The farmer chuckled as if he had just told a joke, but Daisy found nothing funny – or pleasant – about the situation.
"Are there any other side effects I should know about?"
"Well let's see, I can think of a few. An increase in sexual desire and the ability to reach multiple orgasms, both of which tend to lead to promiscuous behavior."
"Oh God," Daisy cried, pressing the sheet tightly against her chest to try and alleviate the tingling and stop the heat that was building between her thighs.
Farmer Jones seemed to sense Daisy's need and pushed her back down on the bed, sliding the sheet down her body until her she was completely exposed. "You're a beautiful girl, Daisy, with breasts built for feeding. But I'll leave your milk to my men. You have something else that I'd like to taste."