Chapter 15 by AvenX

Do you make it on time?

A little too late

Your large chest makes driving a chore. Between it and traffic, you don’t arrive at the milking station until five minutes after noon. You rush over to the check-in desk anyways, hoping that they would still take you. You prepaid and you can’t afford another appointment and rent.

You aren’t lucky. No matter how much you beg, she refuses to take you to be milked and threatens to call the police when you won’t leave. You walk away, clutching at your aching chest and crying.

Before you make it to your car, you're stopped by an older gentleman in a nice suit.

“Excuse me, miss. I think I can help you.”

You haven’t been referred to as miss since you started changing the rules you were a teenager and you can’t help but be charmed. You stop. “What do you mean?”

The man smiles at you. “I’m a recruiter for a dairy farm. I’m looking for promising young submissives who are willing to give us their milk. In exchange, you will receive free room and board as well as daily milking sessions for the duration of your contract.”

“That sounds too good to be true,” you reply.

“Oh it’s quite true. With the recent animal rights bills, farming dairy cows isn’t as profitable as it used to be. And with the demand for breast milk on the rise, my employers decided to create a new type of farm. So far, it has been a smashing success.”

You glance down at your aching breasts. Breasts that will only continue to grow larger the longer you go without being milked. No. They are udders. Good for nothing more than producing milk. And if they’re udders, you are nothing more than a cow now.