Bimboton is a small town with a big phramcutical company, BioBim, in it. Since BioBim arrived Bimboton has undergone many changes, for the better, so at least the men would say.

The first post in the series is here. All stories in the serires tagged here.


The boots were the only thing left from Sally’s old life on the farm, where she’d grown up, where she had expected to live the rest of her days tending the animals and harvesting the crops like her family had for generations.

But times had changed, farming was big business, even in the small community of that they lived.

Even so, they’d carved out a niche that the family was successful at and she’d thought it was enough… but then BioBim had come to town. Soon there was nothing that was safe, the town council had caved, the business owners in town had come to depend on BioBim’s employees to spend at their stores, and even the farmers had started to fall in line.

It wasn’t long before Sally, like her sisters and cousins, had started to notice changes in themselves. Sally had always been pretty, in a tomboy kind of way, but even her ugly cousin had started to blossom.

Her callouses started to fade, her skin cleared up, her hair became soft and heathy, and her curves… god her curves filled in like she could never have imagined.

When her family had announced they were selling the farm to BioBim, she’d been lost, at least for a little while, at least until she was introduced to, Richard, the lawyer for BioBim. He was so handsome, his balding head, his expansive gut, the amazing smell of his musk.

She eagerly agreed to the date when he asked, and to move in with him a few weeks later as she did need somewhere to live now that they no longer had the farm.

She looked over at Richard and pushed her tits out a bit more and smiled, a little shiver running down her spine.

“I think it’s time for another milking Sally, come on over here.” he said and she leaned forward and crawled over between his legs.

She quickly unzipping his pants and fished his dick out, sucking into her mouth and bobbing up and down its length.

God she loved milking Richard’s cock, it was so much easier than milking the cows back on the farm… and so much more satisfying.

It wasn’t long before his cum ran down her throat and landed in her belly, her own orgasm cresting as it did.

As she cuddled between his legs, her eyes drifted down to her boot and she wondered what they might look like in pink. A giggle escaped her lips as she realized that it really didn’t matter, she’d never be wearing them again anyway.

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