The Chattel Farmer

Ch 15 Let them eat cake!

Back in the barn, I was feeling much more confident working with the chattel and the milking pumps. The only new chore was loading auto sanitizer trays with the used pump parts whenever I wasn’t busy with other responsibilities. While I was doing the breast massage on Snow, I laughed at myself when realized that I was treating the experience of massaging the biggest breasts ever as very routine normal thing. I focused my attention back on Snow. I had the nagging feeling that something was going on with her maybe that there was a deeper reason for her “bad attitude.” The evening milking seemed to go faster than the other two times I’d done the job. I think it’s going faster because the chattel eat dinner after milking in their stalls instead of in the indoor pasture. Even better, the dinner feed is some kind of dry mix that is automatically dispensed to the troughs in the stalls.

The last wave of chattel for the evening milking is on the pumps. I’m working through disconnecting the gals as the pumps signal that they’re done milking, when I run into an alert I’m not familiar with. It looks like this chattel, Betty, only gave 30 ounces of milk tonight and that her production has been trending down for a couple of days. I call Mr. Farber over, while I checked her breasts for lumps. Really her breasts seemed very limp, and she seemed more tired than the other chattel. Mr. Farber showed me how to take a temperature reading. “The thermometer and lube stored in this drawer over here. This is one of those times when it’s best to put a leash on and snap the other end to the milking stall here. A little lube about like this on her anus, and some lube on the tip of the probe. Ease it in like this, easy Betty, see why the leash is a good idea?” Betty had made a couple of distressed squeals and jerked around in the stall some as the probe went into her anus. We had to let it sit in her for a few minutes. Then we ran our hands all over her looking for injuries or sore spots. I didn’t find any signs of an injury but I thought her ribs were sticking out more than I’d seen on the other chattel. “Mr. Farber, everything looks good on this side but I’m noticing that her ribs are showing more than on the other chattel.” The probe beeped. “Good observation Aaron. The temperature reads as normal for Betty. I’ve checked her info and she stays in a multi stall. My guess right now is that she isn’t getting enough to eat, and making milk takes a lot of energy. There can be a few reasons for this. I’ll get the security feed to pull a report on her movements and maybe tomorrow we’ll see why she isn’t getting enough food. It would be a good idea to do weight checks on the other chattel that share her stall. Tonight, we’ll put her in a single stall with extra rich feed and look at the video footage tomorrow.” We started the full auto sanitizers and headed back to the farm house for chocolate cake.

Meanwhile, Mary was busy cleaning up the kitchen and icing the cake. Aaron had provided the perfect opportunity to snap a couple of pictures by helping take things back to the kitchen. She sent the excellent picture of Aaron’s back side to the girlfriend’s group chat and waited for a response with a little smile. Pretty quickly she got several comments about Aaron’s hot ass and pleas for more pictures. She hadn’t been brave enough to get a picture of his full face but she had a nice side shot that she sent after they begged a little. They had some ideas on how to get a good picture of his face – most of which were too ridiculous for her. Just as she was finishing icing the cake, she heard the door open and the guys come inside.

“Aaron, I’m going to my data port for a few minutes and start that search on Betty. I’ll get my cake in a couple of minutes. You go on and start without me.” He headed down the hall away from the kitchen and I turned and walked through the dining room to the kitchen. I stop in the doorway when I see Mary. She is licking something white off of a long thin tool with a blissful expression on her face. It’s too easy to imagine her making that face and licking centered on my c**k. I breathe out a soft “Wow”. She startles and the tool hits her in the face leaving a white smudge. “This icing is too delicious to let any go to waste. I’m sure you’ve never tried double crème buttercream frosting. Try some.” I move over to her hoping she doesn’t look at my pants. “Sure, I’d love to try it since you made it.” She hands me the tool which still has quite a bit of frosting on it. I stare right into her eyes and take a long lick. My eyes almost close in bliss as the sweet flavor bursts in my mouth. As I take another lick, she taps the tool and it bops me on the nose. With a big grin, she says “Now we both have frosting on our face!” I grin back and her and get another lick of frosting. Laughing she snatches the tool from my hand “My turn! Don’t hog it all!” I make a grab for the tool, but miss. “OK, Mary what do I have to do to get another turn?” She takes a long lick while staring into my eyes, and my c**k throbs. “Take a picture with me.” I flash her my charming smile. “Done!” We pose with our faces together and she gets that icing tool in there too. We take a couple with silly faces and one with our best smiles. That last one is really good even with the icing on our faces. “Hey, can you send that one to me? I bet my mom would love it.” What a great reason to get her number.

Her wrist unit buzzes. “My dad wants me to bring him his piece of cake to the office. I guess he isn’t going to eat with us. Do you like sunsets?” I’m thrilled at this news. “I love sunsets but I’m used to seeing the light through tall city buildings. I bet it’s really different out here.” Her face fell a bit “Oh, I hope you’re not disappointed. I’ll be right back.” She leaves with a piece of cake. I’m not sure what I said wrong. When she comes back into the kitchen, she hands me a piece of cake on a small plate, “Follow me, Aaron.” I quip back “Anytime!” We move through a part of the house I haven’t seen before and out a side door onto the porch, but this porch isn’t on the same side of the house as the front door that I’ve been using. There was a sort of bench but it was hanging from the roof. I’d never seen anything like it. “Hey, Mary what is this called?” She was standing by the railing that wrapped around the front of the porch, looking out across the land. From this side you could tell that the house had been built on the top of a low hill and the land gently dropped away in rolling green mounds that the setting sun glazed with light. Turning back to me, she looks at what I’m pointing at and an adorable giggle bursts out “That is a porch swing!” At my blank look she continues “Have you never seen one?” I shake my head. “No, I’ve never seen one.”

“Oh, then I’m sorry I laughed. One of my favorite things is to sit here watch the sun set but it’s probably not what you’re used to in the city.” Then she sat down on the swing and I saw it gently rock back and forth. “Hey, I’m pretty open minded and like trying new things.” I sat down too and pretty quickly started to enjoy the gentle movement. We both took a bite of the rich chocolate cake with decadent vanilla icing. Both of us let out little pleasure noises then we looked at each other and laughed. “So Mary, other than that cake there do you have a boyfriend?” She blushed and looked down at her cake, suddenly really busy eating another bite. “I’ve never had a boyfriend.” She quietly mumbled while looking out towards the magnificent sunset. That is mind blowing to me. Lots of different ways to respond flood through my mind while I enjoy another bite of cake. “I’ve only had one girlfriend. We broke up almost two years ago. I’ve seen all kinds of surprising things today including porch swings – but you not having a boyfriend is the biggest surprise.” I shove more cake in my mouth and keep looking at the sunset.

Aaron really surprised me. I watch his face out of the corner of my eye. I think he really means those nice things he said from how he’s acting now. Quietly I reply “Thank you. What do you think of the sunset?” He turns towards me and starts talking about all the colors, how they change, how much bigger the sky is here and how amazing it is that the sunset last so much longer than it does in the city. His face is lit up with enthusiasm. He really does enjoy this time of day. He wasn’t just saying that to be nice or to suck up to my dad. Now I’ve got flutters in my heart and down there.