A single mother wakes up early in the morning. Showers does her make up and then preps breakfast. 4 bowls full of cereal are lined up on her kitchen island. She opens the refrigerator door and grabs a carton of milk. She hums a song as she fills each bowl with some milk. She takes a step back and sighs gazing out her kitchen window. She takes a drink right out of the carton and smiles as she prepares for her day.

Rylie sees an ad on tik tok of a serene farm community where animals roam and people tend to their needs. The ad promises a yearly pay of 150,000 with room, board, and even meals included. Rylie is a self described hippie who pursued a career in special education. She pondered life as a teacher and decided she wasn’t fully ready to fully devote herself to full time work. At 24, Rylie hadn’t traveled nor experienced being young. She initially kept scrolling through videos and 2 days later the same ad popped up. She watches it a little more closely. Being a part of a community like this, people making a difference and living for one another, made her feel the need to be included in this. The money was good, the farm looked like nothing she had experienced growing up in the city. She decides to click on the application link. Creek Farms the top of the application. Rylie becomes flooded with doubts, ‘what would my parents think?’, ‘I don’t even have a chance at this, I am not a farmer’, ‘I am setting myself up for failure’. Eventually Rylie says to her self that she will just let fate decide for her. she fills out the application. Name, social, bank info, the whole 9 yards. At the end of the application there’s a spot for a physical fitness picture. She stops here. Rylie is not a big girl. But she is curvy. Her tummy is not flat, but it’s not round either. She is… plump. Completely healthy by all means, maybe even a little overweight but she is not skin and bones like those popular girls in class. Even her boobs aren’t THAT big she thought, as she looks at the tag on her bra sitting on the floor. “38 DD is normal!” She justifies to herself. She decides to submit a picture and move on. An email confirmation follows and 2 days later a notification pops up on her phone:

“CONGRATULATIONS! You are one of the top 5 applicants for Creek Farms communal leaving LLC. We would like to invite you out to Creek to interview you in person! In this email you will find a plane ticket to Creek as well as a 10,000 dollar check to aid with the move! Thank you and we are excited to see you at Creek!”

Rylie couldn’t believe her eyes. After shaking off the disbelief, Rylie packed her bags and made the trek to creek. Rylie figured she would unplug this summer and solely focus on living the moment. She lands and hitch hikes to the town of paradise. Small, secluded town in the foothills of the Serria Nevada mountains. She stops at a store and picks up some snacks. “Well hi baby!” A female voice calls out. Rylie turns and sees the friendly face of the clerk. “Oh… um hi!” Rylie fumbles in response. “I haven’t seen you here before have I? What brings you to paradise?” She questions. “Oh um ya I am new here! I am going to be working for Creek Farms!” She responses excitedly. The woman’s face drops and there is a moment of silence before the clerk says, “well honey, farm work isn’t for everyone, remember to be careful” she warns. Rylie says she will as she pays for her stuff and leaves. Rylie can’t help but think of her warning.

Rylie walks down the main strip until she stumbles upon the Creek Farm Administration building. She walks inside. It’s a white room with a desk and 2 doors on either side. A young receptionist sits at the desk typing on her computer. Rylie Walks over and says “um excuse me.. my name is Rylie, I was selected for…” she gets cut off. “Ms. Rylie! So great to meet you!! We are so excited to have you here! Let’s get you all ready for your training”. She says with a kind smile. Rylie is impressed with her professionalism and nods. “Please set your stuff down and join me in the back room! We have to do just a few medical tests to ensure you are fit enough for farm work!” She says. Rylie doesn’t protest and walks with the receptionist into the right door. Inside is an exam room with a chair. “Please undress and sit in the chair, a nurse will be out to start with your physical” The receptionist says. Rylie blushes, “like naked? Are you sure” she says. “Oh don’t worry we all do it, it’s standard procedure here at all our farms” the receptionist replies. Rylie shrugs and nods. The receptionist smiles and walks back out the red door.

Rylie begins to undress. She takes off her plaid shirt and unclasps her black bra. Her breasts say put in their naturally perky state. She touches her breasts and gives them a light squeeze, just as she does when she’s nervous. Her hands move down to her stomach. She never has had a flat stomach, but she hopes that the work will give her a body she can be comfortable with. She peels off her yoga pants and then her black thong. She sighs as she realizes that she should have shaved her pubic hair instead of just the usual trim. She rubs her fingers through the hair on her mount and then bends over to take her socks off. After a minute or so passes, she makes her way to the examine chair and waits for the nurse to come in. Soon she hears a knock and in walks a nurse. She smiles and says “well you look cute and ready! We are going to place an IV in and give you some fluids before we take your blood” she says as she rigs up Rylie’s arm for an IV. Rylie doesn’t say much she just tries to relax. Shortly, the needle was in and Rylie could feel the cool fluids enter her arm. The nurse excuses herself out of the room. A couple minutes later Rylie feels tried and closes her eyes just for a second.

Rylie awakens in a daze. She can’t feel much but it’s all coming back. As she looks around she realizes she’s in a barn, naked and tied up. She is on all 4s and cannot move. She starts to scream. Loudly. She looks around as she hyperventilates and notices her moderate sized breasts are engorged and huge. She can see a white milk slowly dribbling out of her nipples. She screams more and starts to cry. She still can’t feel much below her waist. Soon a woman walks in. “Quiet down!” She barks at Rylie. “Please!! Please help me! Please please please please!” Rylie begs. “The woman laughs “Oh ya help you AND the other 150 heifers in this barn, no fucking chance, you signed up for this” she says. Rylie is confused. Signed up for this? Who the fuck would sign up for torture. “What is this place, please where am I”. The woman looks at her and says “You are at Creek Farms. Remember??? You signed up for this dumbass” she says laughing. Rylie is sobbing more and screams. The woman frowns, “ya this isn’t going to do. You have a breeding session in 20 minutes, soooo here’s the consequences of your actions” she says grabbing a gag from the corner.

The gag closes around Rylies mouth as she weeps. She breathes heavy as she slumps down into position. The woman leaves. Some time later a man in a lab coat enters with another woman in a robe. She looks ashamed. The man is recording on a small phone. The man says “This is our best specimen right here! She took the hormones very well and is only a day away from her session. We just have to do one breeding session with the special serum.” He stops recording and turns to the woman in the robe. He gives her a shot and she becomes enraged. “Amber calm down, you’ll have your chance.” He says. Rylie wakes up and as she turns her head up she sees the man and Amber. Amber is built like a body builder. She looks deranged but oddly familiar. Amber has small, muscular breasts and strapped to her is a huge dildo. Rylie can see a pump going in between her legs. Rylie screams but the ball gag mutes most of it. The man turns around “Ah it’s time, our little cow is up.” He smiles as he walks towards Rylie. “You are so special, we are so incredibly pleased with you. Please relax you are almost there, after this we can begin treatment on the rest of the herd” Rylie is confused but can’t ask any questions. The man continues “and for your last session, let’s make it fun!” He takes a syringe out of his lab coat. He jams Rylie in her arm and says “have fun”. He laughs as he exits the pen.

Rylie can feel change. Her body becomes hot, her skin becomes scaly and her nipples harden. What? I’m horny, she thinks. But it’s too late she looks up and amber is gone. When she feels two strong hands on her hips. She can feel the long fake cock tease her vulva. Amber lets out a grunt and forcibly slides the fake cock into Rylies tight hole. Rylie lurches forward but is stuck in position with chains. Amber thrusts in and out of Rylie, slapping her fat ass as she thrusts. Rylie reaches for something, anything to stop her pain, She can’t reach much. She can feel her body begin to black out, then suddenly, there was no pain. She assumed she died. That she floated away from the hell she had been placed in. Weightless. Then, back to earth. The orgasm rocks her body, one of the strongest feelings she ever felt. Now she’s moaning. She yelling a muffled, “Harder, Harder, Harder” Amber is pumping away and each grunt she fills Rylies young pussy with… something. Something from deep inside her. Rylie feels her breasts growing. She grabs onto them as suddenly milk flows from her nipples. Something in her had told her to slurp up the milk from her hands. She takes a sip of her milk and immediately feels rejuvenated and oddly, Obedient. She didn’t want amber to fuck her, no she NEEDED amber to fuck her! It was an animalistic craving. The ball gag slips out of her mouth and she screams “Fill me mommy Fill me!!”. Amber pumps more and more into Rylie. After an hour Amber collapses. Rylie is in a daze, she feels different through. She wants to please. She wants to be used. She wants to be a dumb slut. There was something different about the milk.

The man in the lab coat developed the most perfect dairy product, one that makes anyone who drinks it obedient and crave sex. I mean it was a perfect plan. Husbands and Wives would sleep would any and everyone. Bosses would fuck their employees. Teachers, Firefighters, Every. Single. Person. Would it make them mindless zombies in capable of making their own decisions? No, of course not. Were the effects permanent? No, of course not. But their craving for milk would never leave. Women would never be fertile or have orgasms without the milk. Men would never have a desire to have sex or even be able to have orgasms. They would be immediately addicted. The milk changed them. It made them happy, hard working and most importantly, horny.

A news headline reads:

“CREEK FARMS, PERFECT PARADISE MILK SELLS OUT: Creek Farms struck gold with their new organic, small farm milk. The milk has become a staple in every Americans diet. Men and women alike are lining up to get a taste of paradise. The milk is proven by the FDA to increase life expectancy and is a guaranteed cure to depression and anxiety. The milk was developed by scientist John Gorman and brought to market by Gorman. Gorman’s farm recently secured a contract with the US Government to supply Paradise milk wherever the federal and state government sells or supplies milk. Gorman is also the mayor of Paradise, the town whose name-stake graces the famous dairy product. Pictured in front of their iconic barn is Gorman and his staff”