TW/Tags: hybrids/beastmen, talk of unethical practices around using humans for resources, lactation, angst, erotic
"Miss- Miss Farmer I think something's wrong with dad!" Milo stammered, pulling against your overalls. You turned from feeding the cows and looked down at him with your brows raised.
"Oh? What's the problem?"
He looks between you and the barn a few feet from here and points as he bounced on his heels. You put your hands on your hips like a stern mother would and told him to use his words.
"He's been out there for hours now!" Milo cried, "I- I think he's hurt! I know I'm no- I'm not supposed to go inside but I keep hearing him crying!"
You grimaced when it seemed like the boy's eyes were welling up with his own tears. You held out an arm; a subtle invite for a hug as it seemed he needed one.
He shook his head, wiping his eyes roughly. "I'm okay...! Please help my dad!"
Something like relief and unease washed over you.
You actually knew what was up with his dad. But you kind of hoped after a hug that Milo would cry out his worries and you'd placate him away from the topic with a promise for his dad's safety.
Such is fate though, as you ended up following the calf to the barn.
You advised him to stay a few steps away from the door before you peaked in. As expected, Milton was in the Extractor. Bound, gagged, and zipped down to his bare ass. You've been exposed to the process before during your first week here. Because funny enough, you had come in on suspicion of his loud noises too.
Only there was a scientist monitoring him. They explained to you that it was completely ethical and with the cows' consent.
'Bullshit,' you thought. 'He may have consented but this is far from ethical. And besides, would he even have had a choice to refuse?'
Milo startled you as he gripped your overalls from behind, craning his neck to ghe side in an attempt to peer in. Your hands moved on their own as they swung around and your hands latched to his face, shoving him back.
He yelled as he stumbled backward, looking up at you in offense, balling his little fists. "H-hey-"
"DON'T LOOK IN THERE!" you yelled. The same hand that pushed him, pointed out over to another random area, "Go get G!"
The boy flinched at your harsh tone before turning to run.
Closing your eyes, you leaned against the barn, and your head raised to the sky. The summer breeze kissed you gently, relieving you from the burning in your skin.
Not from the near erotic wails inside the barn walls but from what you just did to Milo.
You didn't particularly like them. But they were kids. They'd act up. They'd shout. They'd worry and act irrationally if they really cared.
Similarly, you didn't particularly like Milo. But you knew he'd regret it if he got too overzealous on this farm. You'd regret it if you let him see his dad in such a sorry state.
When you opened your eyes, you realized the moaning and groaning had stopped. Had the machine stopped working? Your eyes shifted from side to side, looking for passerby. But it seemed everyone was doing their own thing at the moment.
With eyes glued to the front, you slipped in between the barn doors. The creak of the door hinges alerted nobody.
You ignored your heart thumping against your chest as you made it inside. You looked behind you to see the bull faced in your direction. He was blindfolded.
'Very BDSM of them...' you thought. 'But why? It's not like this is a porno."
Maybe it was some fancy schmancy new harvesting method the scientists neglected to tell you about.
Milton was still bucking against his restraints, but he didn't seem too focused on whatever pain they were causing him before. More so, it seemed like he was panicked.
"Uh, hey?" You called out.
Milton stilled momentarily. Shifting around as his nose flared for a scent to pick up while he craned his head.
"It's me. Farmer Y?" You clarified. You suddenly felt your ears warm because it wasn't really the first time you'd seen the other. "Just... felt the need to announce myself."
His moans were lower now, some sounding like sobs. Your question felt pretty dumb now...
You took his muffled grunt as an invitation to approach him further. And the closer you got, the higher you had to crane your neck up to face him.
'Yeah, no shit, he's big.'
You rarely ever talked to G outside of him giving you orders, but one time you involuntarily sparked a conversation by commenting on how large the beastmen were, particularly the cows.
"Well, of course. Their new hormones have caused some parts of their bodies to grow, particularly their chests and lower bodies."
You blinked, a sudden image of a chubby cock flashing in your mind as you burned from the neck up. You pinch the bridge of your nose, internally scolding yourself for that perverted thought.
Looking up though, you were met with G's small but knowing smile. You didn't return it.
Changing the subject you huffed, "Okay? But won't that like, fuck up how they lay and produce milk and stuff?"
"On the contrary, the enlarged bodies are what helps their production."
You supposed it made sense. Maybe. Sort of.
Focusing on Milton once more, your gaze trailed down from his face to see his exposed chest respectively latched onto by the suctions of the machine. The stream of breast milk was little to none, barely filling the tank to a third of its size. 15% flashed green on the digital monitor.
Your brows furrow, “What the hell. You should’ve been done!” You exclaim.
You poke around the machine, trying to see if there’s a low setting or some such being done wrong but it was actually turned up super high; the sliver of milk stream was being processed at high speed. You almost would’ve turned back and continued to wait if not for noticing the trembling skin under the glass cups. Squinting, you leaned forward to get a better look. You don’t think you’ve seen nipples like those… it was like the skin has turned … in on itself–
You gasped, “INVERTED NIPPLES–”
Within the next second hard muscle met your forehead, with the inertia of force making your head snap back and jerk your body along with it as you stumbled backward. Your feet tripped over air and you came down hard on the hay cushioned wood.
Your own cries of pain were stopped short by Milo’s frantic muffled shouts, prompting you to scramble to your feet and approach him again. “Hey… hey! It’s still me.”
“I wasn’t trying to startle you.” You announced. “But at this rate, you aren’t going to be able to produce your required amount. I’m going to do… something. Do you understand?”
He didn’t reply, he just continued to buck and shout. You gnawed on your lip. The overstimulation and suppression of his senses were probably screwing with his sense of focus. And the previous comment you made probably had him thinking you were some excitable geed looking to take advantage of him. Anyone would have seen it as an overreaction or even cute but anyone with eyes could see this farm was dubious in more ways than one.
And Milton out in the open was too pretty for an institution of any sort. Not because he couldn’t be in there. But he was a bright red light for every bad thing to hone in on him.
Kindhearted and sweet. Tall and handsome. A loving father. A pretty thing with something to lose.
You reach up and tentatively remove the blindfold. Even when he jerks you continue to unbind him and slip off the dark rag. Wet brown eyes met yours. His dilated pupils and long lashes reminded you of a real bovine specimen.
Wetting your lips, you let the blindfold fall away and take hold of his chest. He attempts to headbutt you again but you lean before he can make contact. You put your hand up as a signal to halt. “I need you to relax.”
Milton’s chest rises and lowers quickly. His wide eyes are erratic. But otherwise, he remains still. Okay. Not the best change, but it’s a start. You resume your previous act, starting to feel him out. Your fingers ghost on the juicier part of the breast and you give it an experimental squeeze. All he makes a small noise, but you continue to squeeze and knead it until Milton starts to push his chest into the force of your fingers, allowing for the milk to flow more evenly.
The monitor’s numbers increase significantly by the minute, as opposed to what you could guess was every two hours or so, and it was only when it was time to switch to the second breast did you get interrupted.
“That’s enough, Y. Thank you for your assistance.”
You give G a sneer, throwing your hand in a flippant gesture, “Now where the fuck have you been?”
The man didn’t stop for you, instead making a straight line for Milton as he pulled a case from his coat, opening it to reveal a row of needles with unidentifiable green liquid in the bottom right corner. You followed up beside him in order to continue grilling him about his absence, opting to ignore the beastman’s panic flaring back up as G approached him with the substance.
“You didn’t answer my question, it’s been almost an hour now!”
“Y, I know this was outside your prerogative but please calm down. Your pay will be increased significantly for looking after the machine.”
After Milton was injected, he shuddered and jolted before the milk sprayed into the suctions.
“What the hell does that even do?” you demanded.
G tucked the case back in his coat, “It’s just a little stimulant to help increase the milk flow.”
“Won’t that affect the milk too, though? You’re selling this stuff!”
“That is outside. Your. Prerogative.” He emphasized with infuriating calm. And in the background Milton was making sounds that seemed to get more wanton. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips as you zeroed in on his lashes fluttering as his eyes rolled back into his head and his stomach tightened from the twitching sensation his cock was most likely having as it bobbed slightly.
“Oh, I really do hate to have interrupted your time with M,” His voice lilted in that familiar smug way and you looked over to see the face that matched. “But as you know, work comes before leisure.”
All you could do was suck your teeth before heading out the door.
I'll make a part two in time! Mr. A's Farm is more than I ever bargained for in an adult BL manhwa. It honestly feels socially relevant in today's political climate and makes you sort of look beyond the guy coochies and man breasts, doesn't it?
