The Chattel Farmer

Ch 6 The Chattel

“Alright Aaron, before you fall asleep at the table let me show you the barn apartment and the herd.” That perked me up a bit, but I had a sudden thought straight from my mom. “I’m looking forward to it but should I help with the dishes before we go?” Mr. Farber stopped walking towards the door, and looked straight into my eyes with a piercing look. “I’m really glad you offered, Aaron. Normally we’d help clean up after a family style dinner like this but I need to get some sleep before the midnight milking. Mary would be glad of some help next time.” We walked along a little path towards the barn that was lit with mini solar lights. He showed me the door next to a small window and we added the code to my wrist unit so I’d be able to get in. The other side of the door was a small lobby. There was a door labeled “Office” for Mr. Farber, another labeled “South Barn”, a short flight of stairs going up, and a small fridge unit. “Aaron, your apartment is at the top of the stairs. Mary will bring meals over here and put them in this unit and you can take them up and keep them up there. You have a mini Auto Chef up there as well. We went up the stairs, again programing the key into my wrist unit. The apartment was about what I was expecting. The main area had a kitchenette, eating table for two, small couch and an older model screen. Mr. Farber pointed to a piece of paper on the table with the ‘net connection info on it. The bedroom actually had a door and a slightly larger than expected shower in the bathroom. I left my suitcase in the bedroom and we went down the stairs towards the barn.

We went through the door into a dark hallway, dim lights a couple feet off the ground started flicking on near us. “Aaron, the chattel are sleeping right now, so we’ll keep our voices down. Tomorrow morning I want you to meet me outside my office at 6 am so you can help with the morning milking. At this farm, we milk four times in 24 hours. Some chattel could really use a fifth milking, but I haven’t had dependable help so we make do with four times. This is south end of the barn where we have the milking room near the office. The indoor pasture connects to the milking room and the grooming room. The chattel herd wait in the indoor pasture for their turn to be milked. Over here on the other side of the office is the feed room. Most of the feed is stored here and meals are prepped in this room too. Since you are used to a fancy Auto Chef, you should pick up pretty quickly on how the Feed Prep works. The main aisle around the barn is a circle.” We paused near an intersection with closed doors on two sides. My brain was scrambling to take all this in. He continued “The other corner of the south barn across from the office holds the bull, pregnant Chattel, and the heifers. I don’t keep calves here; they’re sent to a nursery until they’re heifers. There are various pastures all around the barn out of doors that look like that.” He gestured to a set of double doors with windows in the exterior wall just past the feed room. “The north barn is mostly chattel stalls. I’ll show you a single stall and a multi stall. Some chattel seem to do better if they have others with them at night.”

He quietly opened one side of the locked double doors into the north barn. More dim lights along the aisle flicked on. They must be motion sensitive. As far as I could see in the dim light there were short walls that stopped just under the level of my shoulder. The gates on both sides of the aisle were set pretty close together and were only about as tall as the handle on regular doors. I couldn’t make out the far walls as everything faded to black in the distance. We kept walking down the aisle. I heard a quiet click and looked at Mr. Farber. He had some sort of tool in his hand. He stopped walking in front of one of the gates. The tool was a flashlight but it was very dim. He used the light on the gate and I noticed it was labeled with the name Cocoa and a RQ code. “This is a single stall. Use this light and take a look.”

My heart was suddenly pounding. I took the light from Mr. Farber and shined it around the little room. The light shown on a water bottle hanging on the wall like I had seen in the handbook. I moved the light down to the rubber mat floor. Against the back wall was a low cot type bed and on the cot was a chattel. I stopped breathing and my mouth gapped open. Curled on her side, facing the gate, her breasts bulged almost up to her chin. From this angle I could clearly see the large areolas tipped with fat n*****s. The record for largest breasts I’ve seen in real life is shattered again. The low lighting made it hard to see much color but her tan skin stretched over a nice figure with short dark hair. It was just like those pictures! I started breathing again with a sudden whistling intake. I felt my c**k harden. I turned back towards Mr. Farber. “Ok, let’s go see a multi stall. This way. Notice the signs on the corner that tell you what section of the barn you are in.” We cut down a narrower cross aisle. The gates were much further apart in this area. Again he checked the gate label and handed me the hand light. Pretty much the same as the other stall but this one was larger and had four cots and chattel. Other than the shared features of massive breasts and short hair, they seemed to have a variety of coloration from what I could make out. Even in my mildly freaked out state, I noticed how calm and peaceful the barn was with the soft breathing sounds.

We kept moving. “Aaron, I’m not going to show you the bull tonight because he can be very loud if he’s woken up and I don’t want to upset my herd.” We stopped at another gate that looked like it was probably a multi stall. He flashed the light around then handed it to me. When I looked in I discovered this stall was for pregnant chattel. I saw rounded bellies stretching over new life. The breasts were big but not nearly as large as what I saw on the milking chattel. My c**k stirred again. “I noticed that their feed is gone, so I’m going to top it up real quick. You never know when one of these beauties will need a snack.” He walked down the aisle a little bit, opened a cabinet and pulled out a bag. On the inside of the stall on each side of the gate were long shallow dishes mounted on the wall up off the floor. Mr. Faber poured something out of the bag into the dish on the right, then I just sort of knew to switch places with him and shine the light on the other dish. He poured some more feed into that dish too. The chattel stayed asleep. Suddenly my brain caught up with my eyes. “Mr. Farber, is that popcorn?” He started walking back towards the cabinet with the feed bag. “It sure is. One of my favorite feed options for the stalls because it’s not messy but still great nutrition.”

We kept walking and cutting across aisles. I was a bit lost. Then we stopped again. “These are heifers. They are not ready to be bred.” I took the hand light again. And looked into the multi stall. Their breasts might already be the size of the college girls I’ve dated, but they don’t have hips. Their faces are young and soft looking. Based on how they fit on the cots, they’re not much shorter than the milking chattel. Mr. Farber takes off and I follow along. We’re back to the little office lobby surprisingly quickly. He looks me square in the face, “Aaron, are you going to be able to work with me tomorrow? I can get you a ticket back to your city.” I’ve been thinking about this since I saw Cocoa. I take a deep breath and meet his gaze head on. “Yes, sir. I will see you right here at 6 am.” There was a flicker of emotion in his eyes but I couldn’t tell what it was. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow. Bring that box I ordered down with you. This week is your probation period. I’ll make sure you get a chance to experience as much as possible. Let me know any time if you want that ticket back to the city. No hard feelings if this isn’t a job you’re cut out for. Good night.” I walked up the stairs and got into bed as quickly as possible. I passed out almost instantly.