What Love Breeds

Chapter 16

The last two weeks of Essie's life have taken her to every corner of Shaw Farms.

It started immediately after the plant's mandatory meeting. The dazed, otherwise neutral expressions on every employee's face did something to Jason – put him on some kind of high, and he wanted to test exactly how far he could go.

Everyone was back in position – lab interns downstairs researching, fulfillment picking orders, farmhands milking through the morning – and Jason saw a world of opportunities. He fucked Essie on counters, railed her in a pile of labcoats, sunk his teeth into her teat and drank sloppily at the cafeteria table. Not a soul blinked twice, except to wonder if the kitchen's cooking was just so good, the boss was willing to eat with them. Jason attributed it to his skill level, the hypnotic lull of his voice, and the minerals he'd had the lab add to the employee compound's water supply. It wasn't anything too drastic, no. He still needed everyone awake, alert, and accident-free around heavy machinery. But it did smooth over a few natural wrinkles that might catch on, say, someone rewriting their perception of their employer and working environment.

If they had been paying attention, they would've noticed Jason replacing his wardrobe. In all his intake of Essie's product, he now had to accommodate his gut. It wasn't much more than a new layer of fat surrounding his middle; a spare tire, as they called it in the midwest. But, still, he put pounds on his gangly frame like he never had before. It delighted Essie, who had nothing stopping her from grabbing and playing with his body whenever he was distracted.

Even with all their escapades to the far reaches of the property, Essie spent the majority of her time in her Favorite Place. She was sleeping in the fetal position in a plush pink dog bed next to Jason's desk, or under Jason's desk with her nose vacuuming up his slacks as she angled for his cock, or spread eagle on the coffee table as Jason ferociously ate her out. She hadn't been back in the playpen in three weeks, and at this rate, might never again. Her time was too valuable for Jason to share, her life too perfect for her to remember anything beyond the four walls of Jason's office.

Presently, both of their brains are addled with sex and the scent of each other, the feel of their flesh slapping together, and shiny trails of milk leaking from Essie's heaving chest. Jason's had her dosage dropped, considering she no longer produces for him and outbound product. No, she's all for him, and he doesn't need her running dry at any second. Her food is the same, generic combination they feed the rest of the herd, only fed to her in her own personal trough lining the wall where Jason's bookcases used to be. A new burlap sack of feed appears beside his door every week, and he takes pleasure in shaking it loose before her watering mouth and starving eyes. She waits, more or less patiently, until he gives her the go-ahead, when she buries her face in tufts of grass and moans a monotone hum as she fills her belly.

Essie follows her old schedule, more or less. Jason usually manages her alone, but there are scattered days where he has to take a conference call with the board at one of her usual milking times. In his stead, he calls Tommy to his office, and Tommy comes with a bucket and a bottle of lotion under Jason's steady, distracted gaze. Essie has to make as little sound as possible when Tommy takes a turn, and she does her best, though a few guttural groans escape her. Tommy leaves the full bucket with Jason, smiles, and waves goodbye like he's supposed to. He only cringes internally, watching his friend and boss, as he barrels into what can only be his own destruction.

And all of this is beyond Essie, who sees the world in the simplest terms. It's the late afternoon on one of these days, where Tommy's milked her as Jason took a call. She's on her knees in her pink bed, eyes peering through a split in the blinds where the parking lot is starting to come to life. The sun sets behind Jason's employees as they wave goodbye to each other and head for their apartments, a few carpooling, most still in the building working overtime. Essie doesn't understand this, of course – she sees happy little shapes smiling at each other, and forgets them as soon as they duck out of view. She forgets the whole thing as she feels Jason grip her ass. She lifts herself up for his reach instinctually, and sighs as two of his fingers pump into her cunt at a lazy pace.