Chapter 3

Marie slammed her hand down on the snooze button of her alarm for the third time that morning. Opening her eyes she slowly pulled herself up. Shuffling herself to the bathroom Marie knew she had to get to work soon.

Stepping into the shower Marie wasted no time in washing herself. Rubbing her hand over her breasts she shivered as she brushes past her sensitive nipples. As she worked her way down she noticed two (new?) birth marks centered under each of her breasts, she could’ve sworn they were new. These weren’t the only changes, she rubbed soap over her new tummy. It had recently began to pooch out with chub. “This is what all that southern food gets you” she thought as she continued to wash. Her butt had grown too, filling out in a welcome manner. Marie slowly rubbed her fingers against her clit as she looked down at herself. Something had kicked her libido into high gear recently. She didn’t love all the changes to her body but they seem to have triggered something in her.

Half an hour later and Marie was at her work station. Three glasses of milk in and curiosity began to get the best of her. In the months of working here she had noticed a tarped contraption in the back of the room. Finally curious enough to see what it was she pushed over the tarp.

It was a milking machine not unlike the one she saw chugging away at Bessie. Four elongated suction cups attached to the base which contained a storage container. “Strange” she thought. Then again surely they have many and just put an extra in her workroom.

After work and yet another visit to Bessie (a normal occurrence at this point) Marie made her way to the farmhouse. Anticipating Charlottes dinner she sat at the table expectantly.

Salivating as more southern food was set in front of her, Marie began to fill her plate.

She began eating the delicious southern food, as she did every evening. She’d been at the farm for a long time now and had become accustomed to the dinners. She took a brief break from some brisket to take her vitamins. She downed some soda and let out a burp. Charlotte was eating from a small plate containing a salad. Marie hadn’t really thought about the difference in what she was eating and what her host ate. She looked down at herself, a small pile of crumbs had assembled on her breasts, barely contained by her white t-shirt. Her tummy was extended peeking past her boobs and resting comfortably in her lap. She felt the flavor of a fried chicken leg as she looked back up at Charlotte. The tall cowgirl was just as slim as she’d been when they had met. Something seemed off to Marie but she kept eating, the food was after all very delicious. Her loins jolted a bit as she thought about how her body looked next to Charlottes. She was just so much rounder now, less “hot”. These thoughts were definitely doing something for her. She finished up her large plate and headed upstairs.

She threw the TV on and buried her hand down her pants. She kneaded her breasts with the other hand. Through her fantasies she peered at the TV. A cow being milked by a strong hand. She felt her sensitive nipples as she worked her way towards orgasm.

She came hard looking at the cows udder. Sweaty and tired she looked down the front of her t-shirt had been wet around her nipples, she didn’t think much about this, probably just sweat anyway. She decided to shower and head to bed, after all she had work tomorrow.