At TFX, it’s best to make yourself useful. If you don’t, the jailers will find a way to make you into something useful themselves. Nobody wants to spend their sentence sealed up in a rubber second skin or repurposed as the warden’s toilet, so you keep busy.

I was serving four years for running a marijuana farm, so I figured I knew a thing or two about gardening. I volunteered for farming duty right away. TFX operates much like a self-contained village (security reasons, of course) so most of the food and kibble needed to sustain the prison population is produced within its walls. The animalized inmates are stabled there too, mixed in with the real livestock, needing daily feeding, milking, and mucking out.

It's also where the prison grows its drugs. Funnily enough, I must grow ten times the narcotics that I did on the outside. Hormones mostly. They managed to splice a plant with the genetics for a synthetic type of estrogen that is a thousand times more potent than the real thing. The budding leaves are plucked early, then brewed into tea for the sex offenders down on F Wing. Problem is, the sap gets everywhere. Problem is, the sap gets everywhere. After a few shifts, my skin softened where it touched In a few days, all the hair on my body had started relocating to my head, and my chest was itchy and sore. Within a week, I'd grown a decent-sized pair of breasts.

You'd think it'd be the worst job in the prison but, the thing is, the guards treat you just fine. Other than stripping you naked and hosing you down at the end of each shift, they give you a wide berth.

Old Man McCoy is one of the oldest serving farmers who just want to be left alone with his turnips. He's an ornery old bastard. That's ornery with an 'O', so he didn't take kindly to it when some new guard spotted his perky little ass poking out among the foliage while he was doing some weeding and went in for a grope. McCoy might be cute as a button, but he’s still scary when he’s pissed. His dainty, sap-coated fingers were down the guy’s pants in an instant, clamping onto his dick in a death grip. The sap shriveled his manhood away in minutes. She quit the prison service soon after.

So yeah, it’s not so bad. The hormone farmers are practically untouchable. Sure, it gets boring, and after a long day of harvesting, your hormone levels are so high you almost wish the men could touch you. But the guys on the farming team find ways to take care of each other.