Commission: Milk Girl - Preview 2

  And then it took me a solid minute to remember where the hell formatting was on the PC version of Patreon. Sorry for delays. Sick. And not COVID-19 sick (thankfully). The city is pretty much in full isolation, so I'm trying to do what I can. But anyway, here's the Milk Girl second preview!

"Without anything more he handed over the package, fishing out a handful of letters as well. “May was well give you the rest of your mail, save me the effort of needing to shove ‘em into your slot.”

She took them as well, the one on the top immediately catching her dark blue eyes and filling her with a mild worry. Stamped across the envelope, in bright red ink, were the words “final notice”. “Thank you,” the blonde mused, her cheerful tone having faded for one more solemn and contemplative.

“Welcome miss,” the mailman responded, tipping his hat to her and slipping into the mail room to get to the rest of his work.

Her mind was as heavy as her footfalls, as Nora returned to the apartment. Final notice? For what? The eagerness for her pens was long gone, as she set everything out over the dining table and immediately tore into the offending letter.

It was their cell phone bill, unpaid from last month. The chubby girl pondered, wondering why when her gaze drifted to the rest of the envelopes littering their eating space. They looked to be mostly bills, so, unable to quell the curiosity borne from her concern, she opened the lot of them. None put her at ease. Power bill past due, rent was behind, there was even an overdraft fee on their bank account she was unaware about.

A dozen things were going through her mind, but two were dominating the forefront. Why hadn’t Ben told her things were this bad? And more importantly, what were they going to do about it?

Setting everything down the blonde took a calming breath. There was really nothing she could do to get the reasons until her fiancé got home; calling him at work would just aggravate things, and distract him from doing his job. That left her figuring out a solution, what she could do to help on her own, till then. It didn’t really take much thought, the easiest answer was obvious. She needed to get a job.

What kind of job could she even apply for though? She was a twenty-something with high school, no college, and minimal job experience from when she took a retail job in her teens; and those types of positions were growing more and more scarce, as self and automated checkout became more and more common. That didn’t leave her much, maybe she could sell her sculptures or take commissions?

Figuring it would be best to browse options, Nora pulled out her phone for a search, only to be immediately accosted by a notice from her news feed. “Milk Girl project underway,” she read aloud, recalling her conversation with her lover this morning.

The lights started flicking off in her head, as she skimmed through the article. “Humane Productions is now accepting applicants for their new ‘Milk Girl' project… The company hopes to have production at a sustainable, and affordable, level within the first year of operations, and as such are hiring healthy individuals who meet the requirements outlined on their corporate website. For more information visit…” it proceeded to list off the address, as well as some of the writer’s more personal views on the program.

Already the curvy blonde was on her feet, heading to her desk to pull up the URL. It was surprisingly comprehensive, taking only a few clicks to make her way to the application. The requirements were simple: a clean bill of health; a safe place of living; and a body weight within the healthy BMI range. Three things she had in spades. Perusing her way through the specifics it just kept getting better. She could “work” from home, with everything from the interview to check-ins conducted online.

It was too good to be true, there had to be a downside. Her fiancé's words from this morning echoed in her head, “people aren’t just gonna accept people as livestock.” That is what she would be if she took this “job”, livestock. What would Ben think if she went through with this? Would he be mad?

The whole reason she was looking at this opportunity pushed her concerns out. Let him be mad, she was mad. He'd kept their financial troubles from her, and now she was taking the initiative to do something about it. Besides, the only alternative she could think of was him working even harder, and part of her promise to love him was to always do what she could.

She filled out the form, and only about an hour later had her interview. It had been years since she last went through the whole rigmarole, and she was thankful to have a respectful enough blouse, that still fit her curves, for the occasion. Still, Nora was mentally steeling herself for it, as she sat down at her desk to await the call.

Her heart anxiously fluttered when it finally came through, the bright blue pop up filling the majority of her screen. With a deep breath to settle her nerves, she out on her best smile and clicked to answer.

A dark haired woman in a crisp suit greeted her, deep chocolate eyes idly reading over something just out of frame. “Nora Daniels?” she inquired, before turning those eyes to the curvy blonde.

“Yes, that’s me,” she replied with an affirmative nod.

“Perfect,” the woman straightened up, putting on a proper business demeanor. “My name is Marcie Bo, a representative of Humane Productions, and I'll be conducting your interview miss Daniels. Should you accept the position, I will also be your contact for check-ins, and any emergencies.”

Should you accept? Even being out of the game as long as she had, Nora knew normally interviewers phrased is as “should you be accepted”. She didn’t want to be presumptuous, but, “So, I'm already considered, just from my application?” she asked.

Marcie took a moment to brush her hair back into line with her tight bun. “This is a tad different than your usual job interview. Consider it more along the lines of a leasing agreement; you’re leasing out your body as a production facility for Humane Productions, and in exchange you'll be compensated appropriately.”

That was an extremely business-like way of describing this non-job. “Okay,” the blonde nodded along. “That all sounds fine, so how do we start?”

“I’m going to send you the full copy of the terms and conditions to sign. By law I am required to read everything to you, in order to ensure you’re aware of the contents within,” it was an old universal policy, but it still held strong. “So, if you'll open up the document sharing link in you email miss Daniels, we can begin.”

Following along Nora did as she was told, sliding into her inbox and opening up the contract. “So, this first section,” the beginning couple of paragraphs were highlighted to draw the eye, “goes into your dietary requirements as a Milk Girl. I'll send you a more exact list of what goals we'll need you to hit, as well as restrictions. For now just know it’s a high calorie diet, with a priority on fats, proteins, and vitamins.

“The most common concern with the diet is weight gain. There will definitely be a bit of it, between the diet and the medications, but most of the intake is going to be expressed in your product,” Marcie explained in a cool demeanor, not wishing to scare off her applicant.

The blonde's thoughts immediately went to her tummy; she needed to remain composed though. “A few extra pounds won’t hurt,” she offered lightheartedly. Well, it wouldn’t hurt compared to financial insecurity.

The tan skinned interviewed smiled back. “Good to hear,” the next part of the contract highlighted as she spoke. “I wouldn’t be worried either way, this is your physical activity requirements. Nothing too intense, standard healthy amount of either two and a half hours per week of mild aerobics, or half as much vigorous exercise.”

So a few thirty minute sessions a week; maybe she could still manage that gym membership? “I can definitely do that,” she nodded with a small smile, a question popping into her head. “Um, how is that monitored if I work from home?”

“Monitoring will be in the form of milk testing, which is discussed further into the contract,” the highlighting jumped further down. “The full details are in your kits, but basically, your daily shipments will have one bottle randomly selected for testing. This is to ensure the product meets Humane Productions standard of quality, as well as to see if any adjustments need to be made to your diet or exercise routine,” the woman explained with typical business acumen. “Obviously every person is different, and the same routines won’t work for every applicant.”

“Makes sense,” Nora continued to nod along. So far she wasn’t seeing any major downsides, promoting a bit of boldness in her continuing inquiries. “So, anything else, or can I sign on the dotted line?”

Marcie gave a chuckle, happy about the girl’s enthusiasm. “There’s one more section of responsibilities, labeled here as the 'happiness requirement',” she highlighted the last section of the contract. “I know, it sounds weird, but our research showed an improvement in taste from the hormone balance, as well as the peace of mind that the Milk Girls were content, not being exploited,” she explained, perhaps a bit nervously.

That was it? “Easy enough,” the blonde responded with a confident grin. “I assume that’s also tested for then? Not gonna knock on my doors for weekly checkups,” she joked with a curt laugh.

“Yes,” the interviewer laughed along. “Well, you seem pretty eager. Did you have any other questions miss Daniels, or would you like me to get things underway?”

“Only when I can start,” she answered enthusiastically.

With a smile the dark haired woman took a moment to check a few things. “I can have your starting kit shipped out to arrive for tomorrow afternoon,” she answered, giving her full attention back to Nora. “If that’s all, then whenever you’re ready.”

The final part of the contract opened up, revealing a place for her digital signature. There was still a small bit of trepidation in her, but once more, weighed against those bills out on the table, it was something she would overcome. With a click, and a flick of her finger over the interactive interface, the deed was done.

Marcie gave one last business-appropriate smile, like a clerk having just made a big sale, and filed things away. “Alright, welcome to Humane Productions miss Daniels. Let me know when you receive your kit tomorrow and we can get things underway.”

“Looking forward to it,” the chubby beauty replied reflexively, just before the call ended. Now was the hard part, figuring out, and explaining everything, with Ben." - Milk Girl by Madam Materia