The Milk Team

You hand back the packet back to Mr. Crosby reviews it and smiles. "Alright, welcome aboard, Mr. ______, I think you're gonna be a great addition to this company."

He reaches his fat hand across the table for a greasy handshake as another -BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPP- explodes out of his quaking ass. You smile back at him but you really don't know how to feel about getting a job you don't remember ever applying for from an alternate universe version of your own boss; but, you can't say no to working with such massive hunky fatasses like this.

Mr. Crosby files the papers away into his desk next to his stash of double-chocolate lard bars and presses a button on his desk. "Max, get your sexy fat ass over to Room 6. I got a new recruit for the dairy team that needs to be taken to the lab for his booster serum... And bring me another lardshake from the cafeteria."

There's a brief silence before a voice responds from the speaker.

"Right away, Mr. Crosby."

Several minutes pass in the boiling heat and suffocating humidity of the boss's room as he goes back to eating his food and ripping earth shattering farts before the door swings open to reveal Max, another 800 pound stud with a massive ass that just barely grazes the sides of the standard issue double-wide doorway. He has a clipboard in one hand and a massive shake bottle in the other. He waddles over to the desk and sets the bottle down in front of the boss "Here's your shake, Mr. Crosby, sir." The boss thanks his assistant and immediately starts to chug the thick creamy looking chocolate shake. Max turns to you and gestures for you to follow him "Come with me, Please." to which you comply and follow him out of the swampy room.

He waddles down the long hall and you follow right behind him, transfixed on his massive ass, barely contained in his sweat soaked khakis, as each beach ball-sized cheek bounces up and down with each step. He's trying to tell you about the company but you're too busy absorbing your surroundings as you walk through the facility. On your right, there are windows the overlook a massive industrial looking room where you see massive blobs of masculine fat, it's hard to make out the details from this distance, being hooked up to tubes that pump thick white liquid from their gigantic moobs into huge tankers as well as tubes that pump food directly into their mouths as they lazily watch the TVs mounted above their faces. On the other side of the room are equally as fat men with cocks the size of a small car that are each stuffed into what looks like massive transparent fleshlights endlessly pumping up and down their shafts as they collect the endless stream of sticky cum into a separate series of tankers. Their faces are completely slack as they enjoy a near endless orgasm.

Is this the job you just signed up for? Lazing around all day while they pump milk from your moobs? You ponder it as you look down at your own pillowy fat moobs and give one a curious squeeze and play with your nipple. It feels so good, you could easily get used to the sensation. You barely notice as your other hand grabs your other moob and begins to play with it as well. So good. You can't wait to get started pumping milk out of them.

Your dairy-based daydream is rudely interrupted, however, as you bump into Max's fat booty when he stops at the door to the lab. "Here you are, just go inside, show them this paper and they'll get you your serum," he hands you a paper off his clip board containing a bunch of science-y information you don't really get. "So, what does this serum do exactly?" You ask, not aware you still have your hands on your moobs.

"It's gonna t-" just then, a familiar voice boomed out of a small speaker on his side.

"Max! I need another lardshake, and five more boxes of donuts from Double Chin, pronto!!" Mr. Crosby's yells through the speaker.

Max sighs, "You'll figure it out." He says bluntly as he pulls the speaker up to his mouth like a walkie talkie. "Yes Mr. Crosby." he responds with faux enthusiasm before waddling off grumbling to himself.

You stand there for a minute, confused, before shrugging it off and entering the lab. It was a very sterile looking room, almost like a doctor's office but with more test tubes. Another huge (or rather an average sized) man like yourself, in a pristine white lab coat sits at his desk, casually munching on donuts as he typed away on the computer. His eyes immediately shoot up from his work as he sees you open the door to his office. "Ah! You must be the new recruit I've been hearing so much about! My name is Dr. Andre Picker and I'm the head of Research and Development as well as a physical examiner of the Milking Crew. You can just call me Andre. I'm here to make sure all of you are as healthy and productive as you can be!" He smiles brightly at you before eating another donut. "Mrff, I'm kinda busy right now so I'll make this quick, just let me see that paper and I'll take your vitals and get you your serum."

You smile back to him and hand him the paper Max gave you. Immediately he starts typing things into the computer. Once he's finished with the computer he stands up and brings you over to the enormous industrial scale on the wall and weighs you. "Hmm, 548... Almost underweight. We'll make sure you get some proper lard in your diet." He says with complete clinical seriousness. He then proceeds to take your height, heartrate and blood pressure, all of which are normal and healthy. Finally, he takes some measurements of your moobs, waist, and ass before having you do a few basic stretches for him and recording it all in your file on his computer.

"Alright, all done with the examination. Now to get your serum." He waddles over to the big cabinet in the back of the room, filled with dozens of small identical looking bottles of liquid. He pours over the labels on them before finally grabbing one and brining it over to you. "Here you are, just drink this and you'll be producing in no time." The label has your name on it as well as what it is but you don't really know what Tauroxyline Metacyclate is. It's full of a strange blue liquid that's eerily similar to the liquid the wish powder makes and smells like gasoline. You bring the bottle to your mouth, shut your eyes tight and shotgun the serum.

You wince and shudder, it tastes as chemically abrasive as it smells. Luckily, Andre is there with a cup of water to help wash the taste out of your mouth. "Yeah, tastes nasty. Don't worry, you only need the one dose." He says as he pats you on the back and returns the bottle to the shelf.

Suddenly you start to feel strange as your body starts to morph...