As a senior member of 4H, Jennifer felt it was important that she really get a complete understanding of farm life, which was why she served as a hucow for three months after she turned eighteen.

The first month had been spent undergoing a series of painful, but important, injections. The hormones tricked her body into thinking it was pregnant, which of course made her start lactating.

After her teats were primed for production, she began reporting to the local farm to be milked three times a day. Eventually, they said it would be best if she just stayed attached to the machine so it could cycle more efficiently and extract the milk every hour.

“We’ve got good news and bad news for you, Jenn,” the owner of the farm said while adjusting her chains, straps, and o-ring.

She moaned something that might have sounded like, “What news?” if it weren’t for the ring keeping her mouth open and drooling. She’d been told that the humiliation of mouth restraints improved the flavor and body of the milk women produced.

“The bad news is, you’ve been producing under quota this whole time.”

She rolled her eyes. It was just a 4H project sponsored by her school.

“The good news is that your school just sold you to the farm, so you’ll have plenty of time to work up to and above your milk quota!”

She wasn’t sure what she was hearing? Sold? They promised they wouldn’t!

He stepped behind her and flipped up her skirt, revealing her bare ass and cunt.

“I always like to breed the new heifers.”