Published: Feb 4, 2024

My ninety-first caption, back once again at Haven Farms!

Jenny-048 is part of the Owner's latest push to diversify the Haven Farms product line. However, she needs a few special modifications before she'll be able to fulfill her new job description…

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Your name is Jenny-048. You were the newest “experiment” at Haven Farms, the latest attempt by the Owner and his daughter to “diversify” their selection of products. Thanks to their “advertising blitz” brought on by Sally-001’s modeling, demand was even higher, with stores in all the neighboring counties trying to get their hands on the milk produced here. Though they had tried in the past to push other products, such as cheese and other dairy products, they failed to catch on as well as their basic, drinkable offerings. Thus, the decision was made to try out alternative flavors for their milk, starting with Strawberry.

That’s where you came in. Though you had settled into my role as one of the farm’s cowgirls rather well, even managing to keep your faculties after the transformation, you were selected to be the first cowgirl tested with Owner’s latest hex. This modified hex would, in theory, be capable of allowing you to produce milk that was naturally sweetened and flavored to Owner’s specifications. This would allow them to keep costs down while remaining competitive in the local milk market, given how expensive flavoring milk after the fact could be. The only issue was that applying new hexes to cowgirls with pre-existing ones didn’t always go correctly, with some girls becoming more animalistic, or just stopped producing milk entirely. You didn’t want that. You liked your job.

“Just hold still for me, Jenny.” Owner ordered in a calm tone as he poked at your collar, his daughter standing on the other side of the room, watching. You were, admittedly, scared, not wanting to lose what little intelligence you had left. No matter how simplistic this job was, you still liked holding onto the ability to think clearly. “Alrighty, now when I activate this new hex, I want you to focus on strawberries and nothing else, understand? We’re counting on you, girl.”

“Y-Yes-sir!” You agreed, clenching your hands as you felt the tingle from the collar. The modification had been set, and you were about to change.

“Just… relax and think of strawberries, my dear. Think of their shape, their texture, and their sweet taste.” Owner once again instructed, putting his hand under your chin and giving you a warm, relaxing smile. “Now, close your eyes Jenny. Empty your mind, and think only of what I’ve told you to think.”

You followed his orders without a word, closing your eyes tightly as you imagined strawberries. Their color, their shape, all the little dimples covering the surface, and of course… the taste. You imagined biting into one, feeling its sweet juices coat the inside of your mouth as you sampled the fruit’s firm, ripe flesh. You imagined it in such detail that your body began to feel hot just thinking about it, as if the idea of eating or looking at one was making you horny.

As the warmth subsided and the pulse around your neck slowed down, you opened your eyes to see new, pink strands of hair hanging down in front of your eyes, a change from your original blond strands. The inside of your own mouth had changed slightly too, your saliva having a mild, sweet taste now. However, the biggest change of all was the size of your breasts. They had nearly doubled in size, glistening with sweat from the transformation. Even my thighs had increased in size, leaving me feeling bigger, thicker, and just generally… fuller. Though you seemed to keep your thoughts, you felt you had become… sweeter? More… scrumptious? You even felt more relaxed as well, leaning back in the seat you had been sitting in. You felt… really good.

“Well, she seems to be enjoying herself, father.” Owner’s daughter smirked, leaning with both arms against the milking machine. “Should we leave her be?”

“No, we should find out if these are just cosmetic changes or not. No sense putting it off.” He shook his head, getting her to walk over with that usual, lustful look on her face. Normally that look filled you with apprehension, but now her gaze filled you with a dull sense of longing. You wanted her to touch you.

She wasted no time exposing one of your nipples to the air and squeezing it into a bottle. The force of the milk shooting out was far stronger than usual, causing you to quiver in pleasure as daughter noticed this, smirking as she squeezed just a bit harder. It was enough for you to climax right then and there.

“Well, at the very least she seems quite a bit happier.” Owner’s daughter joked, holding up the clear glass bottle towards the light of the room. “Well well well, isn’t this interesting? We’ve got pink milk! She must have thought long and hard about those strawberries. We might have a winner here, father.”

“Color or not, its the taste that matters.” He refocused, taking the bottle from her and swishing it around, taking a deep gulp a few seconds later. After processing his thoughts, his face lit up brighter than you had ever seen, a smile stretching ear-to-ear. “My goodness! That’s fantastic! Try this, honey!”

Owner’s daughter wasted no time sampling my new, sweet milk, her eyebrows shooting straight up in complete surprise. Even you were smiling now.

“That’s… easily one of the greatest things I’ve ever tasted.” She remarked, downing the rest of the glass without a second thought. “She is perfect!”

“Alright, it's settled then!” Owner said, clapping his hands together out of glee. “Get Jenny here hooked up to the machinery. I’ll start getting the work done on some more of these application forms. Now that we know we have a winner, we can start accelerating the hiring process to meet future demand.”

“You’ve got it!” She smiled, Owner walking out as she turned her eyes back to you, that devious look on her face clear as day again. You knew she had more… deviant thoughts running through her head once more. “But first, I want to sample more from the source. You don’t mind that at all, right Jenny?”

She proceeded to stick a whole nipple in her mouth, sucking like a child as you felt that intense sense of pleasure shoot through your brain. Her ceaseless assault continued for a few minutes as she rubbed your other tit with her free hand, causing your mind to go blank, much like it did when you were first hired here. Days later, several more cowgirls were “hired”, all having the same colored hair as you. Even so, you remained the biggest and most productive one. Owner’s daughter had become quite infatuated with you in particular it seemed, always making time to milk you “personally” every single day now…