Malon blinked her mid blueish eyes as she stared at the bottle she had pulled out from within her icebox.
"Oh that's right, this is milk that Father said is a little on the "thick" side, whatever that means. I guess he means it's...chunky? Hope he didn't mean it was spoiled...no of course not why would he leave it in the icebox if it was?"
Popping the tap off, Malon took a quick sniff inside. It definitely didn't smell horrible, instant it took the usual scent of your everyday fresh milk.
'Well it smells good.' "Oh well don't the hatch then."
In one gulp Malon downed at least 1/4 of the milk. "Wow oh wow this milk is great!" she giggled in glee as she downed another quarter.
Unknown to her, the milk was beginning to run it's course through her body and slowly but surely the ranch girl was swelling up with more and more weight.
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