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Angela's Farm, Chapter 4
🕑 Added 2022-12-26 10:30:04 +0000 UTCThe creamery was a small white building attached to the main barn with a few square windows. Inside, it was quite spacious but packed with strange equipment. The most appealing feature for Olivia was a long, wide bench with several puffy cushions running along the long wall under the windows.
"I like to nap here. The hum of the machines is super calming," Jenna said as she lowered herself onto the bench and tucked a few cushions behind her back. "Sit down, I need to give you orientation," she patted the bench.
Sarah didn't have to be asked twice. She fluffed a cushion, curled into a ball, and closed her eyes. She was either snooping around and poking her nose into everything or sleeping, just like a cat. Olivia sat down as well, leaned back, and rested her elbows on the bench, stretching her bloated stomach.
"So, is this where all of the milk is processed?" She gestured with her chin around the space, trying to appear alert while fighting the urge to follow Sarah's lead.
"This? Oh, no. That would be awful. We sell all of our milk directly to a plant in the city. This is just so my mom can have some butter and cream to sell at our little store down the road. Most of it ends up in her cooking anyway. On Sundays, she takes some to the farmer's market to meet up with her friends. They get together for coffee and gossip, gallons of both, then trade their goods with each other and go home. That's how we get eggs, bacon, and other stuff. It's their own idea how just-in-time inventory works."
"I see," Olivia said, leaning back further, getting closer to a horizontal position while struggling to keep her eyes open. The room was going in and out of focus.
"See that thing over there that looks like a huge blender?" Jenna kept going. "That’s the separator, your new friend. Pour milk into the top bowl, press the red button, and the cream comes out of one spout, and skim milk comes out of the other. Even a monkey can do it. Maybe even Sarah. Cleaning the nasty fucker is a real slog, especially when the centrifuge tubes become clogged. You have to disassemble everything and then reassemble it in the same order. The cylinder next to the wall is a butter churner, your friend number two."
She turned her head back to look at sleeping Sarah then at nearly sleeping Olivia, "Did you even get anything I said?"
"Something about being friends with number two?"
"Right. Let's just take a break since you're both in such a peak mental condition. I'll wake you up before lunch."
"Sounds like a plan," Olivia mumbled before closing her eyes and falling asleep in an instant.
It was indeed an excellent strategy. Olivia felt much better when Jenna woke her up in a few hours. She checked her phone; it was already noon. Sarah, on the other hand, was still in a deep sleep and refused to wake up despite their best efforts.
"She's a great help, my cousin, isn't she?" Jenna said and waved her hand in resignation. "Well, you can do it without her, but once she wakes up, she'll have the honor of cleaning the bastard."
Jenna showed Olivia how to check the machine, how to warm it up by running hot water through it, where to pour a bucket of fresh milk and where to place the collecting containers. And then, of course, which switch to flip. There was only one.
The machine hummed, and a stream of white liquid began to pour from one spout, followed by a thick stream of yellowish cream from the other. Not the worst job in the world, Olivia thought.
Jenna took a metal cup from the table and put it under the cream spout. She filled it up then brought it to her lips and drank the entire cup in one long gulp. "Now you try," she said, wiping her cream mustache.
"No, thanks; I think I had enough cream for the day at breakfast," Olivia replied.
Jenna shook her head. “No, I didn't mean you do it just for fun. Quality control is the most important part of this job. Because this separator is rather ancient, you have to check the cream consistency regularly. If it becomes too thin you will need to adjust the centrifuge. But there is a bright side to drinking cups of heavy cream every day. It will give you an insane figure. Look.” And with that Jenna put her hand on her fat hip, bent one knee, and arched her back, pushing her massive belly forward.
Olivia chuckled. If the "insane figure" came from someone else, she'd take it as sarcasm. Jenna's thighs were spilling out the bottom of her shorts like two jiggly hams, and her naked belly covered the majority of her front. Her heavy breasts were held in place by a shirt that was now too small to fit over her belly, so she rolled it under her boobs like a sports bra. Standing in front of the cream separator with her runway pose, reassuring smile, and a cup of cream in hand, she looked like a poster from an alternate universe in which every girl desired to get bigger and fatter. Olivia imagined a text message curving above Jenna's head. 'Angela's Organic Cream - the ideal choice for any modern family looking to grow their daughters to gigantic proportions!'
Jenna may have been much heavier than most girls her age, but with her gorgeous, wavy brown hair and infectious smile, she was still a total knockout. Olivia stopped mid-thought. No, that wasn't quite right. Jenna wasn't just pretty DESPITE being fat - she was killing it being fat!
Jenna was already pouring a cup of cream for her. “This is how good a batch should be. Try to remember the taste and thickness,” she said, holding the full cup in front of Olivia's face, “Come on. It's a cup of curves! Drink this a few times a day, and you'll add a hundred pounds on your lovely ass in no time."
"Yeah, about that whole...uhm... hundred pounds thing. I thought we were just joking yesterday. I don't think it would look as good on me ... as it does on you."
"Oh, please. I've never seen a farm girl who didn't look better with bigger boobs and a bigger ass. And a nice squishy belly is just an added bonus. Ask anyone around here."
Olivia's boobs were already quite sizable and a lot of fun to play with, but she wouldn't mind seeing them grow even bigger and more playful. And bigger ass? She remembered shaking Jenna's bottom the night before. She may have been drunk, but it still felt really nice. If her own bottom would have a little more jiggle, it might go well with those bigger boobs, no? Like a good counterbalance. And a squishy belly? She liked squishy things of all kinds. She realized, she was basically sold on the heavy cream concept and was simply protesting for no real reason.
“Okay, let’s do it,” she agreed.
“Do what?” Sarah appeared next to them, yawning and rubbing her eyes. "I want to do stuff too."
"Olivia has officially begun her first hundred-pound journey." Jenna beamed.
"No, I don't want to go that far," Olivia said with a frown. She was surprised by how unconvincing her voice sounded. She briefly considered whether saying 'going too far' in front of a 340-pound girl made her sound like a condescending city bitch. No, in Jenna's case, going too far was most likely just a hobby.
"I've had enough of this." Sarah yanked the cup away from Jenna's grip and pressed it firmly against Olivia's lips. “Stop being such a crybaby. Drink, as my aunt says!”
Luckily, Olivia was quite thirsty after her nap so the cream went down smoothly.
“There, there, Olivia." Sarah patted her on the head when she finished the cup.
"So that's how good cream should taste," Jenna said. "Also, take note of the thickness. If it's too watery, it's the machine, and you should stop everything and call me."
Olivia blushed. Such a rookie error. "Sorry, I think I need to try again; I forgot to taste it."
"See, Jenna, I told you. Olivia has no self-control. She’ll blimp out in a month.”
"Excuse me. I have excellent self-control," Olivia said from the separator, pouring more cream into her cup "Testing is part of my new job, and unlike you, Slumbering Sarah, I'm determined to do it right."
She gulped the cup down, reminding herself that she needed to taste it this time rather than just pour it down her throat. It was greasy and sweet, but quite palatable. She figured she'd get used to it quickly.
"The third time's a charm," Jenna suggested as soon as Olivia finished it.
"Right," Olivia said. She was so focused on the flavor that she forgot to check the cream's thickness. She poured herself another cup and downed it. Okay, it was thick as a cream, but that was enough sampling for now. She now had a pretty good idea of how fresh cream should feel.
The machine gurgled, beeped, and shut down. A light under the label 'Refill' lit up.
"Perfect timing, as lunch is about to start," Jenna said. "After we eat, I'll show you how to clean the machine. If you enjoy mysteries, Sarah, you'll love this one."
"Oh, I adore mysteries. My favorite is the one where Olivia can't figure out why none of her pants fit anymore and blames it on humidity."
"That's not going to happen," Olivia said, but she was still a bit distracted after her stomach growled happily when Jenna said the word 'lunch'. That hungry bastard was still full from breakfast but already thinking about its next meal.
"Well, hello," Sarah said, pointing to Olivia's jeans. "It's already happening,"
"What's already happening? Oh, these? I could easily zip them up if I wanted to."
"Uhm. You just do not want to, right?."
"No, I really don't, because they are so tight, dummy! I almost passed out at breakfast. It must be the humidity shrinking them."
"I have no further comments, your lard-ass."
"Good."
As they were leaving the creamery, Jenna excused herself and ran back. Through the gap in the door, Olivia saw the big girl grab a ladle from the hook, fill a cup from the cream container, and drink it. Her new boss was just as serious about the job as she was.
