Bean Fight at Brad's Human Dairy Farm

By Jeff White

This book, for over-18s only, is another title in the series Brad's Farm, a working farm where the cows are women, and their breast milk is collected and sold to an eager public. It features moments from the lives of the human cows who live and work on the farm. It contains graphic descriptions of sadistic acts on the willing hucows, including branding and painful beatings, as well as humorous excerpts from their lives.
Please note that of you are not ok with graphic sex and erotic sadism, and the collection and sale of human milk, then this book is not for you!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jeff White
• Release date: Feb 23, 2019
• ISBN: 9781370885404

Jeff White

I am a middle-aged Englishman, ok a young 56-yr-old, who has spent many years serving refreshments to a largely sympathetic public; I've now stepped back from that, and am doing a bit of writing, both adult and otherwise, and offering assistance to prospective e-publishers, ie helping to format and upload ebooks.

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Bean Fight at

Brad's Human Dairy Farm

By

Jeff White

Published by Jeff White

Smashwords edition

Copyright © 2019

Formatting and Cover Creation by Bas Fountain

basfountain.co.uk

Cover photo from dreamstime.com

All characters are over the age of 18

This is a work of fiction, Brad's Farm doesn't exist.

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Contents

Prologue

1: Chantelle's Driving Test

2: Part Work, Part Play

3: A Sadistic Interlude

4: Ploughing a Furrow

5: Another Bed Delivery

Prologue

ELOISE had only been on the farm for a few days, and she'd spent the first forty-eight hours on the milking machine. The pressure on her tits had been constant, but kept at a level that was almost bearable; the stall she was in was surprisingly comfortable, and despite the fact that she was on her hands and knees for the entire time, she managed to sleep for a few spells. When she was awake there was a succession of hucows in the stalls next to her and opposite and she quickly made friends – not something she'd found easy in her previous life!

Of course, the other hucows were only there for twenty to thirty minutes at a time, because they were only there to be milked. Eloise on the other hand was there for the long term: her tits were dry, and it could take many hours for the pumping action of the powerful machine to fool them into thinking that they needed to produce milk! The hardest part for Eloise to get used to was that there were no toilet breaks: the first time she'd needed to piss had been difficult. She'd held it for ages, hoping that someone would think of her and ask if she was all right; eventually she'd asked the hucow opposite, who she'd learned was a trustee named Maureen. Maureen remembered her own first day and smiled sympathetically. Just do it, Eloise. The floor gets hosed down regularly and the urine all gets washed away.

Eloise thought over those words. What happens to me when the floor gets hosed down? she wondered.

You get hosed down too, Maureen replied. You don't want your cunny to stay all pissy, do you?

No, of course not. Eloise could see that she had a lot to get used to She looked over her shoulders; there were quite a few women milling around and all of them, from the size of their breasts, must be hucows. She had never peed in public before, but she was desperate now; anyway, all the others must do it. They lived their lives naked so they must carry out their bodily functions in front of each other! She had to do it anyway, so she parted her thighs as far as the stall would allow and just pushed. She heard the splashing sound as her wee hit the concrete and she was convinced that everyone must be staring at her, but when she risked a glance around, no-one was! And she felt much better.

There was another thing she needed to know though; it wasn't urgent yet but soon it would be. What if I need a poo?

You can just do that on the floor if you need to, Maureen told her. That used to be how we did it. But the farm collects shit. We process it and use it as fertilizer, and some of it we even sell through the farm shop, so we need to save as much as we can. You see the brown button?

Eloise did. Brown?

Yes, Maureen agreed. It was a joke at first. Anyway, you push that, and if there are any of Sylvia's orderlies in the area they'll come and put a shovel under your bum; then they can save it as you do it. Saves them a trip later, you see.

And if they're not in the area?

Then just do it, Maureen advised.

Later, when Eloise did need a shit, she rang the brown buzzer and a striking blonde hucow promptly appeared. She introduced herself as Sylvia. I'm in charge of processing your waste and making it into a valuable product, she informed Eloise, as she placed a slim shovel between the new girl's knees. Take your time, I'll go and have a coffee at the desk.

After Eloise had emptied her bowel Sylvia collected the shovel. I don't know if you were warned, but one of the orderlies will be along soon with a hose to clean up the floor. She'll also direct it at your anus, so expect a pretty shocking experience.

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It took forty hours for Eloise's tits to become udders. At first she didn't know what was happening. The machine suddenly stopped, and she could see some sort of clear fluid in the plastic pipes leading from her tits; immediately a hucow came over from