CHAPTER ONE -- MARILEE'S FIRST SUMMER JOB

Marilee runs in from her last big cheerleading program of the year, probably of her whole life, and slams the door to her room. Long red pony tail, she's wearing her cheer outfit, a white tank top with an orange S on the chest and a pleated orange skirt with matching undies that cover everything, for those high kicks. She throws her orange and white pom-pons behind her tall mirror stand, and pulls off the tank top. Unsnapping her bra, her full bosoms swing loose. She zips into the bathroom to start the tub, then shimmies out of her skirt and panties all at once.

Everything goes into the hamper, her mom disciplines girls who have messy rooms. She puts one foot on a chair to carefully unlace her shoe. She catches a glimpse of herself in the tall mirror, a young full-bodied natural redhead with a lustrous ponytail, the way her leg is lifted on the chair gives her a peek at the rust-colored down between her legs.

Shoes off, she takes a look in her full-length mirror. She sometimes wishes her boobs were smaller. She has full womanly hips at 18, as did her mom, and if not for her curvy narrow waist she would be thought of as 'thick.' But her proportions are so delightful she can wear anything and look great in it. High heels set her legs off, in a cocktail dress she stands like a fine mare.

She does a quick hand stand in front of the mirror, just to be sure her balance is still tight. Marilee is the only one on the cheer squad so athletic. In the reflection, her generous breasts look funny hanging "up" and she giggles.

The bath is ready. She closes and locks the door, gathers a few necessities near the tub, then sits down in the hot water. It stings in certain places!

She boosts herself up to park on the edge. She's finally going to do it, the thing her girlfriends have been giggling about. Some of them have done it, have even shown her, blushing and laughing, and finally Marilee got up the courage. She's going to shave.

She squirts out some foam and spreads it on her small russet Vee. It needs more, so she squirts out a giant handful, starts spreading it around. With a hand mirror she peeks between her legs. The hair goes right down in there, way around in the back. Her feminine lips are as tapered sausages, held primly closed in a narrow line.

Parting her thighs, she strokes the foamy cream all the way down and under. Oooooh! This is the first time she's used shaving cream there and the slithery touch makes her senses whirl.

She is careful with the razor, has to stand with her crotch above the small mirror to see some parts, but after her last rinse she gives herself an A. She shivers. It is silky smooth to the touch and sooooo smexi! She looks forward to some private time with it, late in the quiet country night.

Loud knocking on the bathroom door. She freezes. It can only be her dad.

"Marilee, are you in there? Dinner! And why is this door locked?"

He would have walked right in on me!

Marilee freezes, her hands fly to cover her smooth globes and her tiny bald slit. Dad doesn't like it locked, but she didn't think he was in the house. Besides, that rule was for when she was small!

"Daddy, it's girl stuff!"

"We don't lock doors in this house! Now hurry along your mother has it ready."

She holds tight until she's positive he's gone, then finishes quickly and steps into a big white towel, which contrasts her translucent alabaster skin. She peeks out the bathroom door. Her father left the hall door open, so she has to rush across and close it so she can get dressed privately.

Now in jeans and an old sweatshirt, the luxury of not needing a bra, Marilee hurries to the kitchen. Mom, Dad, and her younger sister Anne are already filling their plates.

"Well here is our guest of honor," her mom says sweetly. Mom is wearing jeans and an old Hooters sweatshirt, from the long-ago days she worked there. That's where she met Marilee's dad, Frank. Mom is cute as a button, with a pert bootie and curvy figure. Her mammaries fill the sweatshirt nicely, firm nips make bumps in the shirt. Mom also wears no bra, dad likes his obedient sexy wife bare under loose shirts for easy stroking while watching TV.

"When do I get to go?" Anne demands. Drop-dead cute and with young knockers that will one day rival her sister's, Anne is already impatient to get out of the house. Mom smiles at her younger daughter.

"You have to have good grades to be accepted at college, and Marilee had to be eighteen to qualify for this summer job. It will pay her tuition."

"Hint, hint," Father says.

After dinner Marilee wants to go say goodbye to some friends but her mom says no.

"You have things to finish up before we take you to your summer job on the farm," Mom explains sweetly. "You and I have an early start tomorrow, and you need your beauty rest."

"But Mom! I won't see my friends all summer, probably never!"

Mom stands up, slightly taller than Marilee, her expression is dark. "Marilee, your switch. Now!"

Marilee hangs her head. Obediently, she goes to her closet and brings back a peeled eucalyptus branch about two feet long. The wood is dark with use. She hands it to her mother.

"Marilee I am surprised to see manners problems at your age, at such an important time."

Marilee silently and with a sorrowful expression turns and bends over, fingers touching her toes. Sister Anne watches with an unreadable expression. Dad will come running in at the first sound of discipline in his house. Marilee's tight jeans form perfect curves over her womanly rumps. She squeezes her eyes shut and holds still, expecting the worst. Forbidden heat in the bald crease between her legs.

With the flexible switch, Mom reaches out and gently strokes her daughter's posterior curve. But this time, no blows fall.

"It's okay, dear. We won't be doing that tonight. I don't want you marked for your Employment Exam tomorrow."

Mother enfolds daughter in a big hug. Marilee laughs nervously, not meeting the older woman's eyes. The first shadows of doubt enter her mind.

Mom knows something she's not telling me. What is it?

CHAPTER TWO -- SIGNING UP AT THE FARM

Before it gets light the next morning, Marilee and her mother drive out of town and far into the countryside. The colors and smells of farms and ranches soothe Marilee's senses as the sky gets lighter. It's not even 9 am when they drive up the long gravel road to Growth Hormone Labs, one of the neatest farms around, with a green lawn and white fences in front. In distant fields beyond tidy red barns, they see small forms grazing a bucolic hillside.

On the grassy front lawn at the main building, several young men throw a football around, watching the new summer interns arrive. They have their shirts off, and everyone is broad-shouldered with six-pack abs. Marilee gets a shiver as two of them watch her hips move in the sheath dress. She is glad she wore high heels for the first day, but male co-workers are one thing she had not contemplated. Mom hadn't mentioned guys, it sounded like all the interns would be girls. These are very big dudes, much taller than her own five-foot-two. One grins at her and she blushes demurely, looking down.

Mom walks Marilee up the path, pulling her daughter's suitcase. They are met at the door by a smiling woman in a white lab smock. The embroidered name says Nurse Reardon.

"Good morning ladies. I take it you are Marilee Connors." Marilee nods excitedly. "And you must be Marilee's sister," the nurse adds. Mom blushes at the compliment.

"No, just her mom. This is a big day for Marilee, her first summer job."

"Well, I am Nurse Reardon. Please come with me and we'll get you signed up."

Following inside, Marilee turns at the crunch of tires in the gravel. A girl her age gets out with a suitcase, escorted toward the building by her father. An SUV pulls up, a lovely girl in the passenger seat. Marilee and her mom enter the foyer with the nurse.

"Just leave your suitcase here, dear. We'll have that sent up to your room." Nurse Reardon shows them into a small office. When they are seated, Marilee notices how generous are the nurse's bosoms. Rich cleavage shows above the top button of her lab smock. Her face is also quite lovely, for someone her mom's age.

The nurse opens a file folder with Marilee's name on it. "Now here is our standard Summer Intern Agreement, and your voucher." She holds it up so mother and daughter can see. It's a payment voucher made out to Mrs. Connors for $32,145. Her mom smiles, but Marilee is shocked.

"Mom, I didn't know it was that much!"

"Yes dear, you are old enough to help the family now." She pats her daughter's hand in a mothering way.

"Do I get that now?"

Nurse Reardon smiles at the two women.

"This voucher is for a full summer's work, four months full time. When the contract is completed, a check will be handed over. You won't be allowed to go home or have visitors for the duration of the contract. One weekly phone call home is permissible."

Marilee looks at her mom with an uncertain frown, but her mom smiles pleasantly.

"We discussed this dear. You'll have certain duties here at the Lab."

Nurse Reardon nods. Her look is that of a woman who takes no nonsense from people. She is obviously very important. The nurse puts the paperwork back in Marilee's file.

"Yes you will. The work at the Lab is vital to national health, it's a proprietary process and we prefer no one talks about it outside of staff and employees. You'll have a rigorous schedule, and if you agree to stay, full obedience to Lab rules and personnel will be required at all times."

The nurse looks from one to the other but they say nothing. "Now, as a federally-licensed researcher, I must tell you in advance what the internship entails. Of course, if things work out we'll want you to stay on, at significantly higher pay. You don't have to agree to our conditions. You can leave this morning if that is your preference. But if you decide to sign up, you will be at full disposal of the Lab and all staff and employees for the entire four months. You might be interviewed by visiting researchers. There will be rigorous obedience and discipline training.

"After your contract with us ends, you will be free to leave with your money. Now, some girls have a hard adjustment when they start, but most come to enjoy the challenging work and benefits. We hope you'll stay with us today." The nurse's smile is warm.

Marilee looks at her mom, who keeps her eyes down and doesn't look directly at her or the nurse.

"The brochure was sketchy about the duties," Mom says. "Could you be more particular about what Marilee will be doing?"

"We covered those details in our phone interview," the nurse says sharply. Marilee's mom looks at the carpet in embarrassment. "Yes, but..." she mumbles.

"Marilee will, like the other female interns, be a subject in our lactation study. We have proprietary methods and medicines that help young women achieve lactation without pregnancy. Human lactation by-products are ideal for important health and medical treatments that today help millions of people lead productive lives. Wouldn't you like to be part of helping millions of people, Marilee?"

Marilee does not know what lactation means, but not being pregnant is a good thing. She has never even had sex yet, at least not with a real penis. It's the best thing she's heard about the program, helping others. And the money!

Marilee nods, with a bright smile for the nurse. "Yes I would love to have work that will help people, Nurse Reardon, I'll sign the agreement now."

"Alright, sign here and initial your obedience and discipline authorization."

The nurse stands while Marilee signs her name, puts out her hand to Mrs. Connor. "You'll say your goodbyes, and your daughter can come with me."

Mom and daughter exchange tearful hugs and kisses, and Mrs. Connor walks alone to her car. Marilee is sad watching her go. Nurse Reardon pats her on the shoulder.

"It's hard, isn't it?" The nurse says to Marilee. "I know just how you feel. I went through the program at your age. As you see, the Farm became my career."

In the hallway they see one of the boys pushing a luggage cart. Marilee's suitcase is on it, along with a dozen others. The muscular young man is still shirtless.

"Andrew!" Nurse Reardon's voice is sharp in the narrow hallway. The tall jock turns with an uncertain look.

"Fully dressed inside the building! Report to the stocks after dinner. Prepare yourself for an individual session with me!"

Marilee is shocked at the woman's tone. She is in full command. Although much taller than Marilee or Nurse Reardon, the boy hangs his head in shame.

"Yes Nurse Reardon," he mumbles at the carpet. He turns and hurries the luggage cart out of sight.

Marilee in her high heels and slinky sheath dress follows the nurse to a small room and they step inside. The nurse runs her hand the length of Marilee's long ponytail.

"Alright, Marilee, we will perform your Admission Exam. Your belongings are being taken to your room. You can undress now."

Marilee blushes, cheeks hot with shame. "Undress? But, my doctor, last week..."

The nurse gives Marilee a withering glare.

"Country doctors are not allowed to know about our process. His exam was merely preliminary. Now get out of those slutty clothes and prepare yourself for a complete physical." The tone is that of a woman who expects to be obeyed.

"But..."

"Now, Marilee, I told your mom it's a brave thing her daughter is doing. Only natural human hormones can save the water supply from all those toxins the drug companies put into it. Rural America once again has to save the Nation. You are a grown up girl now and I'm sure you understand your mission."

"Human hormones?"

"Yes. I'm sure your mom never mentioned the physical pleasure you'll experience while we extract them. Now strip that dress over your head and let me see you."

"Strip?"

"Silence, little cow! This is in your obedience contract, if you'd care to read it. I'm sure your mother discussed it with you. Also in your contract is a discipline and punishment clause."

Marilee sees for the first time that Nurse Reardon holds a peeled willow branch. It reminds her of the one Mom and Dad used, when she was a bad girl at home.

Hastily, Marilee pulls the dress over her head. Her bra comes next, and Nurse Reardon gazes at the girl's bosoms in admiration. The white of a marble statue, with faint bluish veins under the surface, the girl's chest stands high and proud. The russet nips stiffen like proud purple grapes.

Marilee hooks thumbs into her panty waistband, hesitates. Nurse Reardon is looking right at her breasts! "Ma'am, can you..."

"I'll brook no delays from you, little cow! Get those undies off stat!"

Marilee's blush reddens, and her lovely globes flush as well. Looking at the carpet, she takes a deep breath and slides the panties down and off, a bit clumsy getting them over her heels. She starts to remove the shiny heels, but the nurse stops her. Marilee stands straight, trying her best to cover her front with her delicate hands.

"Hands at your sides, little cow!" Marilee hesitantly does as she's ordered. But why is she calling me a cow all of a sudden?

The nurse takes her time looking at the curvy girl. The tiny shaven Vee between her thighs reveals a prim vertical line as though she has no sex opening at all. Her entire body is an exotic landscape of gentle hills and valleys where a tongue could enjoy a leisurely stroll. The sweet face is hot with shame. Obviously used to minding her parents, the girl is looking only at the carpet, blushing with her hands at her sides. Obedience and docility are entrance requirements at the Farm.

Suddenly the door opens. Marilee's hands fly to conceal her shame. Her mouth gapes open and she stares at the tall man in a lab smock. The door behind him is wide open. Another nurse leads an extremely pretty girl past the doorway, wearing a fancy skirt, a blouse, and pumps. The two young women lock eyes with horrified expressions.

"You weren't told to move, little cow!" Nurse Reardon screeches. Marilee hastily puts her hands at her sides. The doctor takes a good look at Marilee's exposed white flesh with its scattering of pale freckles.

"Running behind," says the doctor. "I'll be right back to examine this one."

But no sooner does the door close behind the doctor in his white smock than Nurse Sandra steps in and closes the door firmly.

"Nurse Reardon, you can go." She has the kind of tone that brooks no disagreement. Marilee is surprised when the haughty nurse hastens to the door without a word, eyes lowered.

Nurse Sandra winks at Marilee. "She's a bit of a rules Nazi around here. Is it all right if I continue with your exam, Marilee?"

Marilee like her eyes when she says this.

"Of course."

"Good. Then I'd like you to kneel up on the exam table for me. We're going to fit you for pulsators."

"What are those?" Marilee asks, climbing up on the exam table.

"All the little cows wear them to give their milk." Sandra giggles. "I thought they were kind of fun."

"You've tried them?"

"I started my life on this farm, honey child. I was a milker for seven years. Okay, now. Get your knees and hands apart. I'm going to attach these now."

From one side of the exam table, Sandra draws a length of tubing with a soft opening at one end.

"Brace yourself, this has quite a grip. Wait. I need to rub on some lube."

Nurse Sandra squeezes onto her fingers a quantity of blue lube from a pump bottle. The nurse's fingers are cold when she first touches Marilee's fat nipple and begins stroking, rubbing the lotion in. As the slippery goo spreads, Arlene takes a more aggressive grip, using her full hand and beginning a motion that could best be described as milking a cow. Marilee blushes. But Nurse Sandra's hand is so warm, her strokes so tender a caress, that the girl allows her eyes to fall closed under the soft pleasuring.

"Like it?" A womanly voice says beside her.

"Mmm-hmm."

"Okay, the lotion has soaked in. Here comes the pulsator."

The small plastic aperture on the end of the tube presses against the slippery nipple. At first, nothing happens, but then with a polite little slurping sound the nozzle sucks Marilee's teat inside.

"Wowie-zow," says Marilee.

"Kind of a trip, eh? Now I'll do the other one."

By the time Sandra has stroked her other breast and nipple with the lotion, the girl is trying to control her breathing. Nobody has ever stroked her like that. Especially not naked, on her hands and knees in the middle of a bright exam room. The other milk tube comes near, and quickly sucks her bare nipple deep into its gullet.

"Okay, I'm going to turn them on now. Hold still."

A faint humming begins, then becomes louder and more insistent. As the sound increases in intensity, Marilee feels what the pulsators are doing. They are sucking her teats! Marilee tries to hold still, but the sensation is so pleasurable it makes her weak. Slowly her arms bend, and soon Marilee's head rests on the table's papered top, leaving her bottom stuck high in the air.

"Ooooo," breathes Marilee, feeling a cool draft back there. She wiggles her butt, and blushes. She didn't mean to do that! The pulsators are humming steadily on her teats, like her boyfriend liked to do at the drive-in, and the sound is going right between her legs. She is so comfortable with that, she hardly notices when the door opens wide. The doctor is back.

"Nurse Sandra," the doctor says calmly, "we need this exam room for a new bull. Can you guys move to 14B?" Marilee sees that his eyes linger on her fresh-shaven silken purse in her lewd position.

"Of course, Doctor. Will you help me? I want to keep her hooked up."
"Oh sure," says the doc. "We can wheel the table up the hall."

"Ah, of course. Hold still Marilee. It's only to the next room."

The doctor steps behind Marilee and holds the sides of the table top. The nurse pulls from the front.

"Alright little cow," Nurse Sandra says. "Hold still while we roll you."

"Huh?"

The door to the hallway stands open, a tall young man passing by sticks his head in for a long look. Marilee hides her face, but the nurse pulls her exam table directly through the door where the tall boy stands gaping at her.

"Chet, you move along. You've seen summer interns before."

At the nurse's firm tone, the muscular boy vanishes quickly, although his eyes remain locked on Marilee's lush femininity as long as possible.

Doctor and nurse hustle Marilee out into the corridor. Her eyes are blinded by tears. Confusion and shame course through her mind. Here she is, supposedly starting her glamorous summer job. But instead she's being perp-walked on naked display through a public hallway in high heels kneeling on a white exam table with nipple pulsators driving her bonkers! To make it worse, her impetuous shave job shows off her silky little slit. And she's sure the friendly doctor has a great view back there. This could not get any worse!

Marilee sobs quietly between the two. "My clothes! Where are we going?"

"Hush, little cow." The doctor is very tall beside her, taller than her dad.

"And why are you calling me a little cow? I'm a grown woman!"

"You'll learn to be quiet, cow," is all that is required from nurse Sandra, who doesn't sound so friendly now. "We sent your family our rule book."

Marilee presses her lips tight, blinded by tears, fearful of meeting anyone else in the narrow hallway. Mom didn't tell me any of this. She didn't.

Two men pass, dressed as ranch hands with cowboy hats. They step aside to let the procession by, taking a good look at captive Marilee between the white-smocked doctor and nurse.

"Pretty lil' thang," one drawls. "Looks like a good milker."

Marilee is shamed and chagrined at the rude words. She cannot keep her mouth shut.

"Milker?" She cries out. "Nurse Sandra..."

"Surely a girl with boobs your size knows what lactation means!" The doc says behind her. She can feel his warm breath on her yoo hoo. "But this will get better, young lady. Your mom loved it, and so will you."

They enter a white exam room and park Marilee's table right under the bright lights. The pulsators are still going strong. Marilee is sure there's nothing in her breasts. She realizes with hot shame her sky-high kooter is slippery-wet. And her nipples hum with forbidden anticipation.

Her entire body is crimson with humiliation. Mindful of the two authoritative people in with her, she is afraid to move.

Doctor pulls her elbows behind her and attaches an elbow sheath, immobilizing her arms behind her back. The posture lifts her breasts out. What's worse, the cool air in the exam room has her nips hard. Her mom hasn't been gone twenty minutes, and look what she's gone through already!

"I'll need the ankle slings," the doctor says softly to the nurse. Behind Marilee there is a rustling of fabric.

The doctor's strong hand takes a delicate ankle and lifts it up behind so her heel presses her butt. Other hands, the nurse's, slither between her legs to secure a leather band around thigh and ankle, a stout binding that immediately draws tight. Her leg is bent double, her heel is lashed to the outside of her hip.

Marilee is shocked at the alarming captivity, but is afraid to speak and invite. With practiced ease, doctor and nurse lift her other ankle and bind it as before. Rude leather pinches her female lips.

Please don't let them see I'm getting wet!

Strong hands lift her shoulders, leaving her lovely rack to hang suspended, young nipples brushing the table. The nurse places a loop of soft black fabric around her chest and shoulders, and Marilee's upper body rises in the sling. Acting together, nurse and doctor pull her captive knees apart on the padded table.

Marilee whimpers in surprise and shame. Thighs open, everything she has is on display back there! With her elbows pinned behind, her enormous jugs hang round and proud from her chest, with the insidious pulsators sucking away at her lubricated teats.

"Please!" Marilee gets out. "Why are you doing this?"

The doctor's low voice says in her ear, "Surely you read the obedience standards we sent home? Your mother went over it all with you."

"I didn't see anything about this! Please let me go."

"Let you go? It's way too late for that. You signed your employment agreement. For the next four months, you will be obedient to the Lactation Center."

Marilee tries to meet the eyes of doctor and nurse, but she is too ashamed to lift her face to them. Also, she feels they are inspecting her all over. There is breathing against her buttocks back there!

"Now, Marilee," Nurse Sandra says in a calmer voice, "I told your mom it's a brave thing her daughter is doing. Only natural human hormones can save the water supply from all those toxins the drug companies put into it. Rural America once again has to save the Nation. You are a grown up girl now and I'm sure you understand your mission."

Her entire body is hot with humiliation, she feels slippery moisture in her feminine slit, her hanging nipples are plucked rapidly by the pulsators.

"Mission?" Marilee's entire body trembles.

Standing behind the trussed-up little cow, the doctor is getting a stiff in his thin scrubs. She is untrained, yet basically obedient and submissive. Maybe the nurse is taking this too fast.

"I'm Doctor Shaw, little cow. Everything is okay. This is just the start of your training. You'll be fine."

But everything doesn't seem fine to Marilee, as from directly behind her opened thighs, Doctor Shaw whom she's just met aims a hard finger carefully at her exposed anus. The damn thing is lubricated and it slides right up her!

Marilee screeches a high piercing cry, then collapses into sobs. At that moment, the door opens. She jerks her head to the side. There in the doorway is another nurse in a white smock, holding a leather leash. Beside her is the most beautiful girl Marilee has ever seen, completely nude with very dark hair and porcelain skin. She has a little triangle of downy black between her thighs and she's wearing five-inch heels. The lovely girl's mascara lines her cheeks like sad clown makeup.

"Hope you don't mind us stopping in," the new nurse says. "I heard the racket this one's making and thought my new little cow here could do with an object lesson."

Two naked women lock eyes. Marilee is a bit relieved to know she's not the only one. Just minutes ago, that girl had been dressed and perfectly poised, now her face is a Halloween mask of mascara tears. Maybe they can talk later, and hug. Ooooh. The doctor's hard finger swishes around inside her bum, and she blushes.

"Certainly," the doctor says, re-positioning himself near Marilee's flanks. "This one is having her first docility training."

"Now Marilee, be honest. You have to admit that feels good, doesn't it?"

"Y-yes sir."

"Good. The purpose of this, both you new little cows, is to submit to the idea of perfect docility. Anyone on the Farm, and visitor, can check your docility at any time." Just to drive home his point, the doc draws his finger out, teases at her tiny starfish, and plunges two fingers back inside.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Is all she can muster, her body hangs from the sling noose in abject surrender. She's ashamed this pretty girl is witness to her humiliation in front of these white-suited important people.

"Your new little cow can watch the treatment, if you have time to stay," Nurse Sandra offers.

"That would be most effective," says the other nurse. Thankfully, that nurse closes the hallway door and takes a chair. She prods the new girl to stand where she can see right up Marilee's exhaust. Unfortunately, Marilee can't see the lovely face anymore and it makes her sad and ashamed to be on display like this. Mom did not tell her! She is still in tears from the pleasure and pain together. So thrilling! So confusing! They called the pretty girl a little cow too! And she's crying like me!

Marilee's bazoongas hang heavy beneath her arched ribs like fruit from a tree. Her humiliation is even more complete when doctor and nurse on either side remove pulsators. Marilee instantly misses them, and it makes her sad. Doc and Nurse Sandra begin lifting and stroking her enormous fleshy globes. She's had them touched before, by one or two boyfriends, recently by her family doctor for the employment physical, but never anything like this!

"I think we should give this new little cow our standard lecture," says the doctor, reaching into a cabinet. He snaps on rubber gloves.

The door open and someone else comes in. Nurse Reardon is back. Marilee cringes, hoping she'll go away.

"Sandra," says Nurse Reardon. "Problem with the month-end software in Accounting."

"Okay, I'll go. Bye Marilee. Welcome to the Farm!"

Sandra closes the door behind her and Nurse Reardon asks where they are in the procedure.

"Standard lecture," says the doc, with a demo for the other little cow here."

"Good," says Nurse Reardon, "it seems her mother left her out of the loop."

The doctor squeezes a large bottle of what looks like skin cream, a sizable glob ploops into his blue-gloved hand. The nurse does the same. Doctor and nurse reach under Marilee's soft breasts, and begin to massage the lotion into her helpless flesh.

"The summer interns are part of a continuing research project," the doctor begins in a low, calm voice. Something about the vibrations of his vocal chords sends a wiggly message to her hips.

"Our Center discovered twenty years ago that certain human females produce in their breast milk a group of enzymes that have helpful medicinal properties. The exact uses are kept confidential, because the source of the human milk is controversial."

"It's hard to be a pioneer in this field," the other nurse says, holding her little cow's leash and caressing the girl's sleek flank in a reassuring manner.

"Indeed," says the doctor, continuing his rhythmic lotion massage of Marilee's lush breast. He has not once touched her extended teat, which in Marilee's mind is crying out to be tweaked pinched and... she can hardly face up to the word for it... sucked!

OMG are people going to suck milk out of me?

Having her nipples sucked by one of those big bad boys outside suddenly doesn't sound so awful. It sends a flood of heat to her loins. To make her embarrassment more excruciating, her demure slit begins to widen and redden behind her. She knows she's getting wetter, knows the other girl can see her flushed opening. She'd so hoped no one would notice. But as the doctor massages more rich lotion into her peaking nipples, his fingers send tingling voltage straight to her little slit, which is not so prim and proper anymore. Marilee cannot stifle a soft hum of enjoyment.

A trickle of feminine liquid slips down her thigh, soaking into the leather brace that locks ankle to hip. The sensation makes her leg twitch.

"She's responding nicely, doctor," says Nurse Reardon.

"Yes, she should be a good dairy cow," replies the doctor. "As I was saying, little cow, the treatment is in several phases. The initial phase is a hormone lotion that will be applied to your body, with special emphasis on your breasts and genitals."

Marilee moans softly at the thought of the doctor and nurse invading her exposed little bottom with their energetic lotion massage and with the pretty young woman watching!

"We will keep lotion on your skin at all times. Every four hours someone will be around to give you another application. We won't have time to truss you up like this every time, so we will rely on your cooperation."

"There is an internal part to this phase, doctor," Nurse Reardon reminds him.

"Of course. We also apply a special serum to the uterine walls, by direct injection. This is done five days running, and after that the daily topical lotion is usually enough to keep lactation at a good level."

Marilee groans inwardly, surrendering to the inevitable. They are going to douche her insides with hormones.

"We also have other methods, if production is not as desired."

"Or cooperation, for that matter," adds Nurse Reardon, who is now stretching Marilee's lotion-slick nipple. In spite of her shame, Marilee starts to rotate her hips. A wash of unreality swamps her mind. Suddenly it doesn't matter if the other little cow can see. Or anyone for that matter. Marilee's head is spinning for some reason. In fact, the people watching turn her on. This is so unlike the shy and proper girl she's always tried to be.

The doctor has moved out of sight, back there between Marilee's spread thighs. She hears fast splurts of lotion from the bottle. Suddenly his hands are all over her buttocks with the slippery goo, soothing the lotion everywhere, just everywhere.

"This will hasten your production." The doctor's hands are big and confident on Marilee's subjugated behind. She hears the click-click of the other little cow's high heels as she moves for a better view of Marilee's sweet womanhood.

The doctor's hands are spreading lotion all over Marilee's stretched rumps, up the inside of her thighs, even around in front up her belly! Marilee's hips roll, she arches her back to lift her bottom higher. The doctor chuckles.

"This little cow thinks she knows what's coming. Don't worry little dairy cow, I will get to that special part soon enough."

Marilee is breathless with waiting. She is a virgin and thinks she'd like to know what a penis feels like. The closer his hands get to her puffy feminine lips, the quicker her breathing comes and the hotter her face gets. But it's not from shame anymore, it is raw female heat brought on by the hormone cream and intimate stroking... from a man and a woman and with an audience!

Closing her eyes, she imagines herself alone in a verdant jungle at night, captured by huge native men who tie her tight and are about to use her body in the most wicked obscene ways. The doctor's expert fingers stroke a blop of thick cream directly between her protruding lips.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," Marilee screams out, arching to raise her bootie as high as she can in her tight bondage.

Nurse Reardon stops massaging her breast. "Well little cow," the nurse says, "once again you have broken the rules. You don't speak unless you are spoken to. Doctor, may I?"

The doctor's nice hands go away from stroking Marilee's hairless crevice, which makes her sad. But then there's the nurse's shout of "Obedience!" and a vicious hiss through the air as the nurse's peeled switch strikes the inside of her ass cheek, not only once, but twice! She's not aware of the pain anymore she's only crying. Through red haze, she is also way turned on. Her hind end won't stop rotating.

The amazing thing though, to everyone in the room and most surprising to Marilee herself, it does not make her cry out, it makes her hummm low in her throat. Her hips twerk in search of Doctor Shaw's nice fingers, and soon enough, there they are, massaging lotion into her fresh stripes and stroking right down the middle of her bright red girl-blossom. Marilee's hips do a little fuck-dance of pleasure and her whole body sings.

"I think mine is suddenly interested in getting prepped," the visiting nurse says, leading the tall raven-haired girl to the door. Passing by, this nurse waves glistening fingers under Nurse Reardon's nose and both of them laugh.

"Yours is ready, for sure. Maybe we should charge you."

As the other little cow is led from the examination room, Marilee has a chance to survey the lovely body, full bosoms and tapered legs which are raised just so in her high heels. Marilee now sees six red stripes on the pretty little cow's curvy ass. Just before the young visitor moves out of sight, the two little cows hold a glance brimming with hunger and promise, hoping no one else can see.

"Syringe," the doctor orders briskly as the door closes. There are sounds behind her, Marilee doesn't know what is going on. But then a knuckle strokes her pouted girl-lips, making her insides tremble. A strong finger eases slowly inside, gradually, so as not to upset the little cow, and probes around. She can tell it is gooey, probably with the lotion. The finger is slowly withdrawn, which makes Marilee so disappointed, but then it starts back in, and this time it brings a friend. The girl wiggles happily, arching her young body for more, more.

"Get her a little opened up for the injection," the doctor says softly. The low tones of his voice send a tingle to her perked teats. Two big man fingers slither deep inside and her hips buck.

"Wooo," Says Marilee.

"Whoa," says the doctor. Good thing we have this one restrained." As his fingers probe her most sensitive parts from the back end, Marilee closes her eyes and lets her hips gyrate, arching her back which also pushes her breasts into Nurse Reardon's stroking hands.

But little Marilee becomes sad again as the fingers gently withdraw. After a minute there is something else pressing in back there, she cannot turn enough to see and when she tries to close her knees she gets a powerful slap from a big hand. Something is on the way in! It is big, and slippery, and very warm! A blunt thing probes among her feminine secrets until the doctor breathing right on her bottom is satisfied. Marilee is getting that way too.

"There," he says with satisfaction, "we have cervical lock." He presses a button and the thing begins a humming vib-vib-vib-vibration that goes right through her! She feels warm creamy goo oooze from the tube into the very center of her womanhood. Mostly though, she is happy with the wicked shudderings of the thing inside her.

Nurse Reardon, still tweaking Marilee's nipples, speaks gently into her ear. "By now you are feeling more relaxed, you may even be enjoying this a little bit. What we're giving you now is your first daily injection of hormone cream to your uterus. It provides many of the hormonal signals your body would get from having a baby inside you. Between that and the lotion, it will tell your breasts to begin lactating."

Marilee can only look at the nurse's big brown eyes, as she grunts softly, easing her hips backward to engulf and grip the fat syringe. The doctor sees Marilee's clenching anus, keeps a good pressure on, steadily holding the vibrating applicator to bathe Marilee's womb in the hormonal serum.

"This will make you feel a bit different, little cow. You will be very content, mostly, except that you might feel sexier than usual. This is normal, and you can always talk to me about it. But remember, you cannot speak unless spoken to. If you want to ask me something, you have to nudge me and say moo. Got that? Can we give it a try?"

Marilee nods, and nudges Nurse Reardon's large breast with her head. It was the only part within reach. The nurse laughs. "Yes, little cow. Is there something you want to say?"

"You're smexi," Marilee says woozily. Her eyes are not in focus. A fleck of drool forms on her lip as she grunts back against the stiff warm syringe the doctor holds firm in her delirious vagina.

"Ah, my sweet little cow. The serum is affecting you already. It can be a bit like a rave drug, so keep that in mind. Don't tell anybody you love them, that's an order. We're going to take very good care of you here on the farm. I'm sure you will like it."

The doctor gently removes the syringe, tidies her up with a warm moist towel, and leaves the room.

"We're almost ready to take you to the barn, but first you must choose your pet name."
Marilee politely nudges the nurse's arm. The nurse turns so her breast is closer to the little cow's face.

"Did you say something, dear?"

Marilee rubs her face against the nurse's full breast. The nurse leans into it with a sigh, almost smothering the captive girl. Beneath the nurse's lab coat, something springs to attention.

"Yes, my dear, ask me anything."

"Nurse Reardon, why do I need a pet name?"

"Why, because we can't call you by a human name, when you are, after all, my little cow."

Ooh! She called me her little cow. The thought makes Marilee a bit wet.

"You just think for a bit. When you get an idea, you can just say it since we're alone in here."

The nice nurse turns and warms a towel under hot water. Behind Marilee's bound thighs, she swabs carefully the curves and folds of her little cow's hind end.

"It's again time for your docility training, dear. After a while, you'll be able to take a docility exam from anyone without reacting at all."

The big nurse takes a dollop of lotion and rests it on the little cow's anal pucker. Seconds tick past. Without warning, Nurse Reardon thrusts a latex-gloved finger all the way into the small opening. Her fist smacks up against Marilee's pubic bone. It is quick and shocking to the little cow. Her pelvis leaps away, then thinks better of it and surges back against the nice hand.

"Wowie!" Marilee is panting hard like a dog in the summertime.

"Is that your new pet name, dear? I like it. Let's make sure."

The nurse slides her finger slowly out of the sweet aperture, worms it around a bit, then slathers it in again real fast.

"Wowie-zowie!" Marilee arches her back and wiggles her sleek bootie.

"Interesting, but let's stick with Wowie, shall we?"

Marilee laughs. The nurse sticks two fingers up the little bunghole, pushing hard until Marilee groans and bucks. "We don't make human sounds, my dear. Little cows only moo. Get it?"

Bottom twitching to escape the hard probing, Marilee nods.

"Alright, let's try it, shall we?" And with that, the nurse slams her two fingers up inside, rooting around as though looking for loose change under the sofa cushions. Marilee surges forward, trying to get away, but the neck sling stops her.

"Moooooooo! Moo moo moo moo moo!"

"That's better dear. Remember, they don't call me Nurse Reardon for nothing. That was your docility training. You'll learn to expect it at any time, from any Farm personnel. If you react in any way, you'll be disciplined in public. Now let's get you down, it's time to meet your new friends."

The nurse unbinds Marilee's elbows. It's a relief to support herself on her arms again. Because the dear little cow's ankles are still bound, the nurse must help her to kneel on the floor, and slips a leather leash around her neck. Opening the door, the nurse steps out into the corridor.

NO! No no no no no! O God don't make me go out there!

Marilee looks up at the nurse with a pleading expression, but the leash yanks tight and the nurse is not stopping. Also the rave-drug effect of the hormone cocktail squirted inside her makes her not care so much. So on one side of her mind is stark terror of letting people see her crawl with her legs bound up and her ass exposed and her big bazookas dragging on the floor, it feels like, and she is goddamn crawling on a fucking leash following this insane nurse.

On the other side, she is so looney-horny from all the inspections injections fondling and goosing, that she wouldn't mind if one of those bull types came up behind her, even though she wants to stay virgin, and...

Wait a minute, where did I get the idea they are bulls?

They are big, for one thing, young males twice her size. But they are human and she's just a little cow! Marilee's mind works feverishly over that one as she crawls along after the big nurse.

They come to a doorway where two cowboys stand. They are chewing tobacco and wearing their cowboy hats.

"Wooo-eee," one of them says. "Here's that little one that fell all over herself when she saw me. How'd you like a piece of this, lil heifer?" The rude man grabs his crotch and thrusts it in her face.

Nurse Reardon hisses at him to fuck off and he shuts up, but it doesn't wipe away the obscene leer as he rakes Marilee's lush curves with his eyes.

As Nurse Reardon opens the door, the first thing Marilee sees is a little cow's bare hind end. Like Marilee, she is on her hands and knees, ankles trussed up beside her hips. A dozen more little cows are squished inside the small room. With a little pushing and shoving the nurse gets Marilee inside, and shuts the door. The room is a sea of bare backs and naked fannies, all the little cows are on hands and knees. The humid air is an estrogen riot. Some of the little cows are still panting from their exams and docility training.

The entire room is white tile, and there's a drain in the middle. High up is a large glass window, and shower fixtures around the walls, but no faucet knobs.

"Now ladies, please listen up. You're going to be here for a while. This time is for you all to get acquainted. I know you have been through a lot, and most of you have done very well. We want you to feel relaxed, and get some rest. Someone will be back for you in a couple of hours. Goodbye my little Wowie. You were good, for a first day."

With that, the nurse steps out, closes the door and locks it with a key. From outside, her angry voice can be heard, "I told you two jerks to leave. You're not supposed to be hanging around the little new cows. Go out in the pasture and find yourself a more experienced one. These new little cows are too nice for you."

The overheard conversation casts a sober mood inside the locked room of brand new, virgin, pretty little cows.

CHAPTER THREE -- HER FIRST PUBLIC BATH

The next morning little Wowie is awakened by a soft tapping on her bare thigh. She's sleeping uncovered in a comfy hammock in her own stall. The hammock is big enough to close over her if she gets cold, but she is sleeping now on her back with her legs flopped over the sides. One hand rests innocently on her glistening inner thigh.

Beneath her the hammock is wet and cold. Marilee lifts her head. High above, big lights shine, illuminating everything. Wowie's arms and legs are not bound. Through the bars, she can see other little cows starting to wake up in their hammocks.

Near the bars is her bucket of cut grass and hay. Next to it is a bowl of clean water. Low to the floor is a stainless steel bicycle-seat type thing, a small toilet they can sit on that acts like a bidet, giving them a warm water spray when they are done. To one side of the stall is a table with interesting contraptions and belts attached to it. From above hang ropes and chains but little Wowie doesn't know what they are for. As far as she can see through the bars, the little cow stalls are all the same.

The little cow can't focus her eyes. Her mind churns with images of being examined, disciplined, goosed and juiced. She can't recall how she got here, but nice Nurse Reardon is standing here tapping her thigh gently with the willow switch to wake her up. Around her, other nurses in white are helping their little cows wake up too. In the stall next to hers sleeps the pretty raven-haired one who witnessed her awful treatment yesterday.

Nurse Reardon smacks her thigh harder. It stings, but feels kind of nice.

"Wowie, Wowie. Wake up little girl. Time for your bath and then we'll fit you to the milking frame."

Milking. The word is vaguely familiar to little Wowie. She tries to rise but her muscles are limp. She could stand all the way up if she wanted to, but she doesn't want to. When she rolls out of the hammock she's unsteady on her hands and knees. Her breasts are so very heavy. Her limp arms can barely hold her up because of her heavy milk jugs. They are big and round. She looks at them, not quite understanding. She can't see her knees under her, her boobs are in the way.

She notices liquid dripping onto her hands. From both her young udders comes a steady, fast drip-drip of white fluid. Her milk!

Marilee starts to cry. She's done something wrong, and Nurse Reardon will be mad and whip her. With her head, she nudges the nurse's leg to be allowed to speak.

"Yes, little cow. Do you want to say something?"

"I made a boo-boo."

Marilee sits back on her curvy rumps and starts to cry. Her breasts have grown so large and heavy she must support them with both arms. Then the nurse sees, and she is proud, proud. Her little cow let down first! There it is leaking out of the girl's swollen titties, the unmistakable elixir of life itself, human breast milk. It runs over Marilee's arms and into her lap.

"Don't cry honey, you did real good." Nurse is on her knees beside little Wowie, holding her shoulders. She calls out to the other nurses. "Ladies, we have a winner. Come see!"

Nurses in white lab coats peer into the stall, nodding their heads and smiling. "Way to go," and "Good girl, both of you." Nurse Reardon is happy and proud.

"Get on your knees, girl, and we'll get you a bath. Listen to me. This is something to be proud of. You just go ahead and drip all over the floor, everywhere you go. Be proud. You are the best little cow today."

"Thank you Nurse Reardon," Marilee says, happier now but still uncertain.

Soon all the little cows are crawling together along the corridor to the showers. Some have bottoms with angry red lines on them from when they were bad. Little Wowie crawls along in the herd.

Smack in front of her is a naked bottom. Bare hips and large breasts rub against her on both sides. She is the only one that is leaking. As she crawls along pressed against other warm little cows, her erect nips leave twin wet trails on the floor.

Being crowded in the herd of little cows reminds her of the get-acquainted room yesterday. Everyone was packed so tight together, it was hard to move. It was wonderful to be so close to so many beautiful little cows. There was moo-ing, forbidden whispering, and some secret touching. Wowie saw the beautiful raven-haired one in there, but the packed flesh made it impossible to cross the room. They gazed at one other serenely for a while, over the bare backs of the other little cows.

The nurses guide the small herd to another tile room where they have to line up two or three at a time because it is so narrow. Around the corner is drifting steam, voices and running water. They can hear little cow grunting noises. The walls are high and no nurses are in this waiting area.

The little cow next to Marilee nudges her and whispers, "May I taste you?"

Marilee looks at her. The girl's breasts are big and round, she is beautiful, but not leaking. "What do you mean," Marilee whispers.

"Your milk, dummy. Your breasts are so nice and round."

Marilee looks down at her breasts. They are leaking even faster, and starting to feel uncomfortable. "Sure," she says with a secret smile.

The other little cow lowers her head and sucks Marilee's nipple into her mouth. Marilee's mind whirls. The sucking feels so wonderful! The feeling of it spreads through her entire boob. Contented, she watches the girl's pretty face as she sucks from her teat. The lovely eyes fall closed.

From her other side she feels a nudge. There's a girl there smiling into her eyes, glancing down at Marilee's pendulous breast. Marilee smiles and says Okay, real soft.

Before you know it, the other girl is sucking hard too. The sensation is like nothing else ever before. Sure, Marilee had stroked her nipples, and one boyfriend had sucked on her, but now with her milk flowing into two sweet mouths, the sensation, and the idea of it, makes her feel incredible.

A gap ahead, the other little cow bottoms have moved forward. Quickly she crawls along to keep up. The two girls beside her hurry and fasten onto her again. The forceful warm pulls at her teats drive hot sensations into Marilee's pelvis. She knows her petals are opening. She strains to look behind her. A little cow back there is looking right at her thing! Soulfully holding her eyes, the little cow leans forward and gently kisses Marilee's rump. The erotic suckings are too much. Marilee reaches a hand down between her legs and touches herself. She is wet, all her tender parts are puffed open. She closes her eyes and strokes along her clit, which is hard. Behind her, a soft mouth nibbles her roving fingers. Marilee shudders in dreamland as a tongue flicks a wet hello on her demure brown bud.

Then there is a shuffle as all the little cows crawl around the corner. Marilee is shocked at what she sees. The little cow next to her gasps. There are two waist-high platforms, two nurses are beside each platform wearing swim suits. Full womanly breasts strain against wet stretchy fabric. The nurses are soaked, even their hair. Between two nurses on each platform a little cow on hands and knees is having a sudsy bath!

Marilee is embarrassed to see several of the big boys off to one side, and some cowboys too, lounging against the tile wall and watching the little cows get their baths. The big boys, the bulls, have their shirts off and some are wearing board shorts with bulges in front.

The little cows beside Marilee try to hook onto her teats, but she pushes them away. It might not be okay with Nurse Reardon! Marilee doesn't see her nurse, but still...

Suddenly a nurse with a willow switch pokes Marilee in her crevice to make her scoot forward real fast. Blushing with shame to be so degraded in front of the nurses and the males, Marilee crawls quickly up a ramp onto the table.

It is humiliating to be kneeling naked on the high table under the bright lights with all the bulls and cowboys looking. She can see them nudging with their elbows and laughing as they look at her.

The nurses on either side spray Marilee with hot water wands, all over. Being completely wet, even her hair, is even more humiliating. Marilee looks around for someplace to hide.

When they spray between her legs her back arches and her butt sticks up. The nurses laugh. The needle spray feels sooo good. Marilee is already breathing hard from the sucking and rubbing in the waiting line.

Then there are rubber-gloved hands with soapy sponges traveling all over her bare flesh. Marilee closes her eyes and lets the lovely feelings continue. She tries to ignore her shame at being dripping wet and naked on her hands and knees, mostly because the warm water and stroking feel so great.

A sudden loud bell makes her jump. A voice over the loudspeaker says there is an emergency. Two of the nurses quickly leave in their wet swimsuits, and two of the bulls step forward to take their places. Now there is a nurse and a young bull beside Marilee. The shy girl cringes in shame. He is going to touch her all over!

The nurse gives the bull instructions on how to wash a little cow. It is this bull's first time washing. Marilee looks at the young man. This is the closest she's been to one since arriving at the farm. He is so tall! He is wearing only a tight swimsuit, a very brief one, and he is soon all wet. His touch is completely different than the nurse's.

For one thing, his hands are much bigger and heavier, and stronger. As he strokes her back it's like getting a massage instead of just being washed. Hard hands stroke her soft curvy rumps.

"Now when you get to those parts," the nurse in the wet swimsuit is saying, "you always use a softer brush, like this one. You never use your hands on the bottom of a little cow. No fingers, ever. These little cows are never to be touched in that way! Anyone caught fingering a little cow will be severely punished and possibly let go from the Farm with no pay. Understood?"

"I understand, Nurse Garcia," the bull says easily.

The low tones of the bull's voice set up an exciting vibration inside little Marilee's chest. Her teats throb beneath her stretched breasts, and rapid squirts come. Luckily, white soapy suds down there hide her drips.

"Take the brush, this soft one, and very gently stoke her feminine area with it." The nurse laughs, "no, I mean gently stroke it!" As she says this, the big nurse pulls Marilee's knee toward her, all the way to the edge of the table. "Do the same with her other leg," the nurse tells the bull.

The big bull wraps both hands around her soft tapered thigh and pulls it hard against the bulging front of his tight wet swimsuit. Big hands slide up her slippery inner thigh to her spread crotch before they let go. Marilee's body quivers. She is turned on but hotly shamed to be on full view of everyone.

"What is your pet name, little cow?" the nurse asks.

"Wowie," says Marilee quietly, blushing.

The big nurse laughs. "You are a Wowie all right. So Wowie, put your head on the table and reach down and grab your ankles for me." Little Marilee cannot move. Being on hands and knees is embarrassing enough, but what the nurse wants is so very slutty. She wishes her mother had told her this!

"Alright, that earned you two stripes with my switch! Help me Ferdinand."

The bull and the nurse pull Marilee's wrists out from under her and her face drops to the sudsy table. Reaching through her stretched-out thighs from behind they pull her hands down and place them on her slender ankles. Now her body is bent sharply at the waist and her open bottom pokes straight up in the air out there in front of God and everybody.

"Now everyone, pay attention." The nurse is holding her willow switch. "This little cow did not mind my orders, so she is going to get two good ones. I will give her one, and Ferdinand here will give her one."

Marilee squeezes her eyes shut tight. She wants to say something but she cannot nudge the nurse to get permission. Where is Nurse Reardon?

Behind her there is a whisper through the air and a sharp sting across both her thighs right below her curvy bottom. Marilee shrieks. It is all she can do to hold onto her ankles and not run away.

"Now Ferdinand, give her a good one right across her ass cheeks. Wowie, if you break position, there will be five more right away."

Behind the whimpering and exposed red-haired Marilee, the other little cows are creaming their kitties, seeing a big wet bull first washing a little cow, and now about to give her a good ass whipping.

Marilee freezes, anticipating the punishment and trying to lock herself from moving. A vicious hiss and a stripe of stinging fire lashes across her buttocks, right over her little cow parts. It is more pain than she can stand. It is so intense she can't even get a breath.

Her wet bottom twerks in the air for all to see. She grips her ankles like her life depended on it. When she finally gets some air, she lets out a long piggy squeal and begins to sob.

"Now little cows, please bear in mind that this did not need to happen," the nurse says. "This little cow, this cute little Wowie, was too slow to accept a command. She could have avoided all this just by being obedient."

The sting of fire on Marilee's upraised ass won't go away, especially where the bull got her. She feels the water wand pass warmly over her, drenching her hair and her back, travelling behind to where her ladylike parts are so exposed. Hot with shame, Marilee feels herself open up and it's true, she is like a pink wet flowering blossom back there. The other little cows behind see the two mean red stripes across Marilee's soft flesh. In the crowded lineup, little cow parts get wetter and little rumps wiggle, anxious for their turn. It is scary but feels so delicious! A few even plan to misbehave. The cowboys are laughing to one side and the bulls are rubbing the fronts of their shorts.

The bull beside her gives her a soft pat on the bottom, as if to say he's sorry, and hoses her all over down there with the shower wand. It burns where they striped her and she cries out.
Now the bull has the soft brush in his huge hand and dips it into the suds. Marilee can't stop crying from the pain on her upraised bottom.

But now the soft bristles of the brush start a circular motion on her lower back. Gradually the circles work down over her tailbone and into her crack. A gentle stroke of the flexible bristles passes right over her soapy crevice! Her whole body quivers.

The brush strokes around, passing over her sensitive bottom-bud again. The bull circles the brush directly over her quivering little cow pooper, stroking the inside of her ass cheeks in circles all around it. Without meaning to, Marilee lifts her curvy rump higher. A cowboy says heeee-haw! The big nurse is working beneath her belly, tickling dangerously close to her soapy kitty.

The big bull beside her presses his wet bulging swimsuit against her thigh as he moves the soft brush lower. Now he's getting her little starfish and her sacred petals in the same lewd stroke! Her entire bottom is concealed in fluffy white suds, those watching can only guess at where the bull is touching her. But she knows, and the bull does too. She can hear his hard breathing. The bull continues circling her feminine flower with the soapy gentle brush, but now his other hand rests on her ass! She can feel his fingers right next to her soap-filled whoop-dee-do.

The nurse turns away for a moment to answer a question about the little cow on the other table. Just then, the bull's hand moves, the big thumb slides toward her back-door blossom, circles quickly, and pushes inside on the slippery soap! Marilee shivers in ecstasy, she never imagined that being touched there would feel so good!

"Wowie!" says the surprised little cow. Panting, her curvy hips twerk backward and her inner muscles suck on the hard thing. Off to one side, the bulls and cowboys laugh.

Marilee is so woozy she arches into the touch, and the big hard thumb slips in as far as it can go, while the brush continues circling on her sudsy womanhood. Totally used, high on secret chemicals and soooooooooo beyond horny, Marilee moooos into the suds like a little cow in heat.

Suddenly the thumb jerks out of her rear end and the hand moves away. The nurse is back! Marilee feels sad. She can't stop her bottom from twerking around in the air! She is disgraced that the other little cows can see everything her well-soaped behind is doing.

"Okay, Ferdinand, when they do that they are getting overstimulated and you have to stop. She is clean enough. I wanted her to have the experience of being around a bull, so she won't be so shy in the future. The nurse speaks to little Wowie.

"Little cow, get up on your hands now and we'll hose you off. It's time for your first milking. Just follow your friend, we're short staffed today because of the emergency. You will be fine."

Soon Marilee is completely clean, soaking wet, and allowed to crawl down the ramp to the floor. The other little cow has already gone, a new one is crawling eagerly from the lineup to take her place. Marilee crawls obediently toward the exit. Now she knows why the cowboys and the bulls are lounging in this particular spot. They are exactly where each little cow must crawl to the exit, glistening and dripping from her warm soapy bath. No part of any little cow is hidden from them, and they are enjoying the view with big hard-ons in their pants.

A cowboy leans down and whispers in Marilee's ear. "Bet you liked that big boney thumb up your back door, dintcha?" Laughter follows her from the bathing area.

She quickly crawls along and soon finds herself in an empty corridor with gray carpet. Something must be wrong! And her breasts are so swollen now that her nipples wet the floor with every movement.

Marilee comes to a tall double door and pushes through. This is not right! She's about to turn back but the big door hits her on the bottom and closes solid. Around her are desks, and computers, and people! She's crawled right into the business offices, on a busy workday. She tries to go back but the door won't budge. A big sign declares SECURE QUARANTINE ACCESS ONLY. Her gut a yawning pit of terror, Marilee crawls forward meekly.

"Hey, people," a male voice says loudly behind her. "Looks like we have an escapee."

Little Marilee looks back. There are two men in business suits looking at her from the doorway of an office. She could not be more ashamed! People in normal clothing standing around looking at her!

Soon others leave their desks and gather around the wet little cow on her hands and knees. The little cow's nipples drip-drip steadily. Small white puddles form beneath her taut globes.

"This little one is a milker for sure," a woman's voice says. "We have to get her back to the barn."

"Check her brand," a man says.

"Look at those terrible marks," another voice chimes in. "Do we really hurt them?"

A man asks, "Are they all shaved like that?"

A woman kneels beside her and hands touch Marilee's curvy rumps. She blushes in shame as gentle fingers spread her bottom cheeks. Under this humiliation the two red stripes on her ass burn hot. On her hands and knees in a business office having her little cow hindquarters examined! She cannot bear it and hides her face in her shoulder.

Soft thumbs hold Marilee's fleshy nates apart to check for the Farm brand in her crease. "She doesn't have a brand yet," the woman says.

"Maybe one of yesterday's new arrivals," someone says.

"Look at those nipples squirt. I didn't know they started that fast."

"Alright," says the woman who checked her for a brand. Her hands still rest on Marilee's bare cheeks. "I'm taking her back before they miss her. Now listen up. She is so full of sex hormones that everyone in the room could be affected simply by smelling her. Open those windows and go outside for fifteen minutes. You know what I mean. See the campus doctor if you have touched her, or if you have unusual symptoms. Clean up this floor and don't get any on you."

The nice woman has something in her hand that opens the big double door and she leads Marilee through. The woman walks slowly so the little cow has no trouble keeping up.

"I was like you, once," she says softly, a bit shyly. Marilee looks up at her face. "Yes it's true. I was here for three years and it was exciting, I felt like the center of attention all the time, it was a wonderful part of my life back then."

Marilee nudges the woman's calf.

"Yes, you may speak dear."

"Ma'am, did you come back to normal?"

She laughs. "Oh yes. As soon as you come down from the hormones, you remember everything. You stop being so horny and your breasts aren't so big. But men are never the same again. You find out you can easily control them."

"A boy stuck a finger in me today. The nurses lectured that was not permissible, but he did it anyway. Is that wrong?"

"Oh my gosh," the nice woman puts her hands to her face. "That is so not right. When was this. Do you know who?"

"I was getting a scrub bath. A bull was washing me."

"A bull! They should never let that happen."

"A nurse was with me, she turned away and that's when he did it."

"We are going to get to the bottom of this young lady, never fear." The word 'bottom' makes Marilee's ass contract. They come to a door in the long empty corridor. The woman opens it. It's a small storage closet for brooms and cleaning gear.

"Would you mind if we talk a minute?" The woman's smile is friendly. "In private?"

Marilee is tired of having every part of her life so very public, so she crawls in, glad to be out of view for a minute. The woman shuts the door. She doesn't turn on the light, only a narrow gap at the bottom of the door breaks the darkness. The woman squats before Marilee. She can see white panties under a short dress.

"Know what I'd like to do? I never did this when I worked here, but I have been curious ever since."

"What?" Marilee is a little nervous now. The woman is between her and the door. She's hoping this isn't another docility test, but tries to prepare herself.

"What does it taste like?"

"I don't know."

The woman grins. "Should we find out?"

"Will it be OK? I don't want to get a whipping."

"Only you and me will know, honey."

Marilee only nods, still uncertain. With a smile, the woman lies down on the floor and scoots herself under Marilee. The girl's healthy globes hang low. The woman uses both hands to lift one so she can get her mouth under it.

"Ready? Here we go."

The woman sucks a nipple between soft lips. Marilee jumps slightly to feel teeth on her, but they are only teasing and it makes her teat stiffen up. Now the woman is sucking, hesitantly at first, then working into a good rhythm. Her pulls get stronger. The woman feels the needle spray on her tongue, the flavor is the best thing she has ever tasted. Lying there in the dark beneath the girl's straining globes the woman closes her eyes and imagines for a moment being a baby. As she sucks, she becomes a very horny baby.

Marilee closes her eyes too. The nice woman is drinking from her! The touch is so forbidden, and it feels good to have the milk flowing out. And the sucking sensation goes all the way through her and heats up her little cow parts. That had started before, with the two little cows in the bathing lineup, but she was nervous because others could see. Now in the darkened closet she can let go. Her hips start to hump. She spreads her knees and reaches a hand back to stroke herself.

"Are you ready," says a soft voice beneath her.

"For what," Marilee says.

"To taste yourself."

"Okay."

The woman lifts up and finds Marilee's lips. They kiss. The woman's tongue probes inside. When Marilee's mouth opens there comes a flood of delicious warm milk. She can't believe this taste, her own milk right out of her very own body! Tasting herself on the woman's tongue makes her woozy.

Marilee sucks at the woman's mouth, getting everything. The woman breaks the kiss and lies down to drink some more. Then her nice mouth is back full of Marilee's warm delicious milk. Kissing the wet lips, Marilee strokes herself and starts breathing fast. The woman is sucking hard on the other nipple, it makes Marilee so hot. Then there is a hand with hers in her slippery sex and she cries out.

Her pantings become moans. She wishes the woman would probe her, but she understands it's not allowed.

Marilee feels safe, and so so hot. She cums and falls forward on top of her new friend, who chases after her teats like a yearling calf and sucks them nonstop while Marilee comes down from her warm lost heaven place.

They are lying on the floor in the dark closet, the woman sucking hard on her boobies. It feels better, they are not so very full now. Marilee knows she was born to do this, but wonders if it could be wrong.

After they are quiet, the woman gets to her knees.

"Kneel up, honey, I want to feel you against me."

They hug tight together on their knees. It's the best and safest Marilee has felt since she came to this place. Strong hands lift her curvy rumps, pulling her shaved pubis against the woman's soft abdomen.

"Now listen," the woman says. "I have to take you back now. We'll say nothing about this, k?"

"K."

"My name is Arlene. I will be around to check on you once in a while. If you are unsure about anything, you just tell Arlene, alright?"

They exit the closet. Arlene's hair is a disaster and her blouse is dark with milk. She guides Marilee to the proper corridor, and points the way. Then she dashes off to the bathroom to clean herself up.

Marilee watches the sweet woman go. Arlene. What a nice mommy. Marilee turns and crawls back toward the bathing area.

CHAPTER 4-6 COMING SOON