Another ordinary tour starting at the dairy. One of those tours where a person takes a group of visitors through the production of a factory or farm. In this case, the famous milk production at Mrs. Williams' farm and factory. On the day in question, the owner herself was leading a group of visitors through the factory's farms, which wasn't unusual, but not everyone was so lucky. The group was led to the barns, which were set on a large green hill in a quiet country town, with a view of the mountains and a small wood nearby. 

As always, Mrs. Williams wore a professional suit and leather boots, which she kept only for the tours. Much of her time was spent in her office, managing the financial and organizational aspects of the production. She had a large body with lots of curves in all the perfect places. A big butt and full breasts that stuck out of the neckline of her suit. And a long red hair that was almost always tied up.

Mrs. Williams: Soon we'll come to the daily production of pure milk that takes place in these barns. From here we take the milk, which is stored and taken to the factory, which is where you just came in...

Upon opening the gates, some visitors were confronted with an unexpected situation that made it clear why the tour was rated 18. Naked men were standing inside some metal fences divided into barns. Some visitors sighed in surprise and others looked away. The men had huge dicks, although some were soft, that reached at least 18 cm or more. Huge, heavy balls were swinging next to their cocks. 

A middle-aged woman let go of her husband and questioned the owner...

Visitor: Mrs. Williams, excuse me! We were expecting something else, how can you show it so naturally?

Mrs. Williams: Well, I give tours of our production, that's part of it.

Visitor: Wait, what? You put that in the milk we drink?! That can’t be possible

Mrs. Williams: Part of it, yes. Our production improves our milk nutritionally, which makes us a benchmark in the marketplace, and it has other uses that I'll explain later in the tour. I’ll show you in a little bit, let's not get ahead of ourselves.

The lady in question takes a step back, more out of shock than actual understanding. Ms. Williams approaches one of the fences and grabs the cock of one of the “bulls” as they are called in the production. As she massages it, it begins to get harder and harder, showing all the exuberance of a penis that is now 8 inches long, with a head that pulsates with pleasure and extends beyond the fence.

Ms. Williams: If anyone would like a taste straight from the source, I assure you it's worth it. It's ready to go.

The group stares at the scene in disbelief. Mrs. Williams is not naive. She knows full well that the reason most of them haven't gone home yet is that many of the ladies, and even the gentlemen, are enjoying the sight of those huge, hard cocks she so lovingly tends to.

But then, in the middle of the crowd, a young girl appears, about 22, maybe 23 years old.

Amanda, a thin, with a small butt and medium sized breasts girl, offered to try the product. She had short blonde hair and was wearing an ordinary college student's shirt and jeans. Walking a few feet ahead, she knelt on the floor and put her face close to the head of this huge, throbbing cock.

Mrs. Williams smiles like someone who sees the rare occasions when someone allows themselves to enjoy the full potential of the tour, and goes back to massaging the body and head of that huge cock, while her guest remains with her mouth slightly open, waiting to try it.

After a few seconds, a hot stream floods the young woman's mouth, landing a little on her chin and blouse. The rest drips down his cock and balls.

The taste surprised Amanda, it wasn't like the others she had tasted at some point in her life. The taste varied depending on Amanda's boyfriend, but it was always a little bitter and alkaline. Not this one, it was especially creamy, with a background partly reminiscent of peanut butter. One of those things you try and come back for more. She smiles with enormous surprise, looks at Mrs. Williams and says, “It's very good!” and reaches up to run her hand over her chin and pick up the rest to lick and taste what's left.

Mrs. Williams smiles and nods, "I told you so."

Still holding the cock in her fist, she brings it to her mouth and climbs up to lick the rest that has run out, savoring it and avoiding any waste of this nectar.

Mrs. Williams: As you can see, I would never put anything that tastes bad in our milk or any of our products. If I did, of course, no one would buy it. Everything here is completely regulated, tested and approved. And I assure you, it's delicious. Moving on now

The tour continues as Mrs. Williams leads them out of the barn to the next one, and Amanda returns to the group, joining the mass of visitors who walk along despite the disapproving looks.

But as she feels the bull's cum go down her stomach, something else begins to happen. Her pussy inside her panties started to get abnormally wet and warm. Was this the effect of the milk she drank a few minutes ago? If she was feeling this way, was Mrs. Williams who had ingested it feeling this way as well? She seemed normal to Amanda, walking and explaining about the property as they made their way to the next barn. Amanda, on the other hand, could barely walk.

When Mrs. Williams opened the next barn, another scene shocked the conservative visitors.

Naked women in metal fences, just like in the previous barn. With huge breasts that jiggled with every movement. They wore nothing but the bells around their necks.And some could already be seen sitting around rubbing their hairy pussies against each other. 

Others stood near the fences watching the visitors and waving. Still others were in a separate area, lying down while staff squeezed their breasts to extract the milk, which was stored in metal containers.

The same woman who had protested earlier spoke up again:

Visitor: Mrs. Williams, this is unacceptable!

Mrs. Williams: Didn't you want to see the cows? Here they are, haha. Well, they're not really cows. We call them "milkmaids", but they're definitely women, and this is where 90% of our milk comes from, where we combine it with the stuff from the other barn, and it's eventually processed and sold.

Visitor: I can't believe it...

Mrs. Williams: Yeah, yeah, it's really a very sophisticated process. Not only do they have a special diet, but they are fed the same milk that we produce with our bulls. This milk causes them to produce breast milk, among other things. Our dear Amanda is probably already feeling some of it.

At this point, the group turned to the girl who had been left a little behind, but who was leaning against one of the slats of the barn, right behind the group.

She was rubbing her pussy through her pants, blushing.

Visitor: You turn normal girls into these... things!

Ms. Williams: The process is temporary and needs to be constantly introduced to keep them in the right state. 

Also, to become a milkmaid, she would have to take the sperm in her pussy. If you take it into your mouth. You just get a little bit too excited. That's what makes consumers of our milk feel healthy and in the right dose. It also has great effects on men, it's a shame your husband didn't try it.

Visitor: These women must want to leave, it's not possible. Let them go.

Mrs. Williams: You've got it all wrong. All the women here are treated very well and have great careers. Some become barn managers, for example. I was one of them.

At that moment, Mrs. Williams unbuttoned her suit and removed her bra. Holding those huge tits underneath. Revealing her full breasts to the crowd. She squeezed the left one a little, felt a few drops of milk dripping down, caught them with her hand and took them into her mouth. She, more than anyone else, wasn't going to waste this delicious elixir. With her breasts still visible, she continued.

Mrs. Williams: In short, this is the end of our tour. You can follow the dirt road back to the factory where our other guides will demonstrate the more technical processes of how your delicious milk is bottled.

The mass of visitors continued on their way. The lady visitor is visibly angry and talking about how she's going to report the dairy and sue them. While other visitors were visibly amazed with the beautiful milkmaids and the milk process. Mrs. Williams loves to see that. It was one of the things that kept her tour guiding, even when she had more important things to do. Old ladies drooling over bulls' cocks

But after everyone left, young Amanda still stayed in the barn. It was common for the effect built up by the cum she'd just ingested to leave the girls paralyzed for a few minutes. But it should have worn off by now. Then she approached Mrs. Williams and told her something that would change her life forever.

“I'd like to work here with you. To be one of the milkmaids, and maybe one day, to be just like you.”

Footnote: This is one of the very first stories I've written. I'd be very thankful if you guys gave me some insight and ideas. I welcome any possible suggestion that can make me grow as an amateur writter :)