WARNING: This story contains farts.

Once upon a time on a dairy farm, a tall - yet frail woman with long black hair operates the facility while the owner leaves for a vacation. Dressed in orange buttoned-up shorts and a white tank top, Amy intends to manage the entirety of the farm – along with its small bottling facility by herself. However, what she doesn't know is that the cows are demonically possessed and only the owner, who is secretly a master-class demon, could truly handle them. Grabbing the garden hose, the girl starts filling various water troughs throughout the property. Watching distantly, the cows have an ominous red hue in the pits of their eyes. “Hey babies, I got you some freshwater!” Says the farm girl with great enthusiasm.

Among the many cows within the wooden fenced field, one of them glares back at Amy – looking her square in the face. “The sins of thy flesh know no true pain, for it is they among I who shall show thee what it means, in truth, the dim epitome of wrath.” Speaks the cow, telepathically. “Huh, must've watched too many horror movies. I think I'm hearing things...” Shrugs the farm girl, concern growing in her heart. As she heads back into the house, the herd ominously observes with their ever-watching gaze. Putting away her VHS tape of Thursday the 12th, she plops to the king-sized bed and yawns. While the sun dips over the horizon of the window, Amy drifts off into a deep slumber...

Awakening in the torch-lit basement, the girl finds herself bound to a wooden torture rack. With her limbs stretched tightly apart with chained shackles, Amy's head lays rested on the dusty floorboards as her bare feet point helplessly at the ceiling. Trapped in an awkwardly diagonal position, the girl tries to scream – but can't due to the iron funnel stuck in her mouth with leather bindings attached. Looking around frantically, she notices the herd standing quietly all around the room on their hind legs. “Oh great one, may we, the dairy disciples, extend our gratitude for this vessel of sacrifice granted by thee!” Speaking so with great passion, milk dribbles from her sore udders. Scared, the girl begins to sob.

Aiming her raw teats at the funnel, the cow moos with her fellow bovines. “May the virgin powers of your lactose intolerance, sealed by ignorance, become realized!” Exclaims the cow, spraying milk straight down the farm girls throat. Wide-eyed, Amy's cheeks inflate like balloons of dairy as it torrents into her body. Wanting desperately to spit it out, she can't keep up with the unbearable force of liquid being pumped into her. Moaning between each consecutive gulp, Amy shifts her swelling bloat from side to side – sloshing herself comically, only serving to make the cows laugh. Even worse, it didn't take long for the gas to appear, so the poor girl's now spewing wet booming farts from the morbid feed.

Ballooned to massively pregnant proportions, Amy's belly looks to be eleven months due with triplets under a popped navel. The stretch marks trailing up the sides of her raw girth showcase just how overtaxed her flesh has become, especially in such a short time. Naturally, her shirt has rolled up to her chest and become a bra by this point. Moaning with gassy pressure, Amy's tummy has inflated broadly huge – taking on the size and shape of a beach ball. Subtly, the girls ultra-tight center trembles and creaks without room for further dairy. Devoid of milk, the cow kneels down and unstraps the funnel from Amy's mouth. Unleashing the mightiest (and nastiest) of burps back at the herd, the girl whimpers and watches her belly pulsate with life - on the verge of bursting. “Soon, another shall be born from thy gaseous bloat.” The cow whispers, darkly mannered. THE END