Week End Update: Cows on Hiatus Edition

Atonement

Progress on this story is going fairly well, but I doubt it will be ready in time for the upcoming Wednesday post. This is more or less as expected, as I usually only crank out about 2500 words per writing day. I technically have had enough time, since there's been four writing days, but the reality is that I haven't been able to keep my quantity up this week. And even if I had, I've already made it to 9000 words, and there's still one more scene left to write in this chapter, which will likely be at least 2000 more words.

So if I don't make it for this Wednesday (which seems unlikely), it will definitely be ready for the Wednesday after. We shall see, it all depends on how much work I can get done between now and then!

Speaking in vague terms, at least two of Natty's Pirates are going to have a lot of fun in the next chapter, leaving three more to go! The final conclusion is probably at least two more chapters away, meaning this will probably end up a 50,000 word novel!

Not bad, looking at it objectively. Hopefully somebody enjoys it.

Robotic Restitution

I edited my required chapter this week, making next week chapter 4. Four more weeks to go until the final draft of the first novel is completed. Time marches on quickly.

The last edits are a little terrifying. I've had to rename one of my main characters due to the number I had chosen for her name having 'other' connotations (420 is a fine number, but I don't want people to think of marijuana while reading my novels). Silly little pop references like that all went on the chopping block. My opinion is that smut like this is to entertain, and to do that I endeavor to not bring people out of the fantasy world. Anything that distracts the reader has to go.

And so it will. But I must be super careful while editing to ensure no trace of the old name remains. It would be very embarrassing to miss anything. Find/Replace is your friend!!

Speaking of books, I have the first book cover nearish to completion!

Yes, indeed, my poor art skills are getting a workout. I only hope it's acceptable enough to sell a few copies. Which is all I'm realistically going to sell anyway, but this has been rather a labor of love, overall, to push the boundaries of what I'm capable of. The longest and most complicated thing I've ever written. It deserves to have my personal stamp on every corner of it. Can't promise that for any future works, because it's simply so much effort!

Adele and a Hive Drone

I'm finally at the point where I'm more or less satisfied with the cover image for the first book. I need to resize things a bit, add title text and author etc etc. but otherwise I think it's pretty much done. Not terrible for a first time artist, but not all that great, either. I feel kind of meh about it, but it's about what I can accomplish at this stage.

I have an idea for what the cover for the second book should look like already, but the execution is going to be a problem (as always). Stay tuned for more information next week (if I have any, that is!)

Story: Atonement - Chapter Two

Tags: MC, FD, FF, SF, Lactation, Hucows, Breast Expansion

Atonement

Chapter Two

 She opened her eyes, filmy and tired. Her consciousness had wandered for quite some time, giving her dreams of sucking a multitude of tits. Her mouth wanted to keep sucking, her lips pursing with need.

"She's coming out of it now," said a voice, echoing in her head. "Readings are back down to acceptable limits."

A familiar head ducked down into her line of sight, worried black eyes peering at her. Medical equipment beeped in a regular rhythm, monitoring her vital signs.

"How are you feeling, MU2? You gave me a bad scare."

Had something happened to her? The last thing she remembered was taking Eve's breasts between her lips, tasting the most delicious milk she had ever experienced. It would be a shame if it had caused an allergic reaction.

She cleared her throat, a sweet residue in her mouth. "I feel like I've fallen off a cliff. I'm sore all over, especially my breasts."

The older keeper unwrapped a blood pressure cuff from around her arm, grunting. "It's to be expected, you went into Milk Shock. It can happen with newbies who get too much of our milk too fast." She retrieved a small device which had been clamped to her index finger.

MU2 blinked, recognizing this keeper as the first one who had treated her at the facility. The woman wrapped a band around her arm, pulling out a needle. "I need to do some blood tests, but I think you're past the worst of it."

MU2 shuffled, realizing that she was bound to the table. Her hands and wrists were locked in plastic cuffs. She assumed that this was a precaution during her transportation to the clinic, but she wondered at the necessity. Were unconscious cows really that dangerous?

She licked her lips. "What other side effects can I expect?" she asked, the throbbing in her breasts really quite abominable.

"You're out of it now, so nothing more than usual. Increased breast growth and lactation as you process the milk and your body acclimates itself to being a filter."

The alien pulled the needle, having finished her extraction. She pressed a cotton ball into the crook of her arm and taped it in place. Taking the vial, she turned to bring it to a console at the side of the room.

Eve sat in a chair at her side, laying her hands on MU2's arm. "I thought I had fucked everything up," she said, still looking nervous. "I hypnotized you as per protocol, but I let you suckle my breasts too long."

A tear trickled down her cheek. "You looked so cute tugging at my nipple, like a newborn babe!"

She looked away, ashamed. "I forgot my training, this is all my fault."

The older keeper grunted. "You won't do it again, will you?"

Eve shook her head, trembling. MU2 felt awful for her. She was just doing her job, helping MU2 to adapt to being a cow. "You taste excellent," she murmured, "I wanted to drink it all."

Eve laughed, tears streaming. "You certainly did try!"

The older keeper sighed. "The results look good, but there's an oddity here. I need to take this for more testing."

She shot the two of them a severe glance. "She's going to need milking. This would also be a good time to proceed with the next set of injections. She's filled with your milk, so the serum should be extra effective."

Pursing her lips, she snapped the vial into a carrying case. "She didn't experience Milk Rage, so she should be safe to move without restraints, but remember your lessons!"

Eve nodded her head, wiping away her tears, her hands still lying on MU2's arm in a possessive fashion.

"Good. Just don't give her any more of your milk for at least another eight hours. She needs time to finish processing what you've already given her."

"Yes, grandmother," replied Eve, chastised. "I will take good care of my cow."

The older keeper harrumphed. "See that you do." A faint ache of pain crossed her eyes, the corners softening. "They're more fragile than you'd think."

She took her leave, MU2 staring at Eve with intensity. "Grandmother?" she asked.

A thin smile played over Eve's lips. "Surely you don't think we're asexual," she replied. "I have a family, just like you do."

She winked at MU2. "The Farm is run solely by females, however. Motherhood is our business. Our males ensure our society runs, but we ensure our society survives."

MU2 tried to visualize what a male version of Eve would look like, but she blanked looking at her breasts. She wanted to lock her lips on them right now, sucking for all she was worth. She shuddered at the intense desire.

Eve noticed where she was looking and waggled a finger at her. "We're following sage advice. No more drinking my milk until your body finishes processing what it already has."

"What is your grandmother's name?" she grunted, trying to distract her mind from those luscious breasts.

Liquid, incomprehensible syllables poured from the alien's lips. "If you can't handle that, you can call her Nina," she giggled.

A dark shadow fell across MU2's face. "It must be nice having a family," she said, off the cuff. "Both of my folks are dead. Dad was a hard worker, but he died when I was young. Mom tried to pick up the slack, bless her, but her addiction got the best of her in the end."

The familiar pain washed over her, but this time was different. Eve brushed her cheek, removing the solitary tear that had materialized. "It's okay, MU2, you're a part of my family, and I won't ever let you go."

She leaned over MU2 and gave her a hug, turning her head to place it on her chest. MU2 trembled, a little afraid at the idea of being wanted. Eve didn't let go, however, and the warmth of her body quickly became distracting. Her aches increased as her body decided it wanted to go into overdrive, arousal flooding her nether regions.

She wanted it, even if it hurt. Lifting her head from the table, she kissed Eve's head, her mouth receiving a wodge of thick, black hair for her troubles. She coughed, laying back down.

"Of course!" Eve declared. "It's time for your milking!"

She got back up and pressed her hands around one of MU2's breasts, which had swelled in size. A small trickle of white milk beaded on her nipple and she groaned.

Eve took the opportunity to fasten her lips onto MU2's breast, sucking at it forcefully. The tugging sensation of her lips was intense, MU2's hips bucking frantically. It was almost too much for her to bear. She gritted her teeth at the hypersensitivity, a gasp of pleasure escaping her taut mouth.

Eve stood up, licking her lips. "I'd love to continue, but I don't have enough time to suck you dry and inject you, too."

MU2 complained with a low moan, jerking her hips. "I'm so damn swollen," she complained. "I feel like I'm ready to burst."

Eve smirked, pleased. "That's good, it will be easy to expel your processed milk once I get you hooked up."

She worked on her cuffs, unlocking the plastic loops binding her wrists and ankles. "You may sit up now," she declared, moving to the side of the room to wrestle with some more equipment. "I have to get the machine prepped for you."

MU2 sat up, looking around with interest. On the far wall was a console filled with diagnostic displays which the older keeper had been using earlier. There was a sink for washing up, and open cabinets filled with medical supplies. Monitoring equipment on wheels stood near the center of the room, shoved to the side and currently nonfunctional.

Eve was fiddling with a mess of plastic tubing in the corner, looking a bit befuddled. "I wish they provided a manual with these things," she muttered.

MU2's eyes lit up as she recognized the plastic pieces twisted into a pile. These were parts of a milking machine. Eve was going to milk her. Soon.

She ran her fingers over her breasts, feeling their tightness. They were full of milk, ready to be emptied.

Eve was still fumbling with the equipment. "Can I help you?" asked MU2.

"No," replied Eve with a hint of exasperation directed at the jumble. "I tell you what, it would be a big help if you strapped yourself into this milking chair for me.

She patted a piece of furniture sitting next to her. It didn't look like one of the chairs she had been milked in before. This one seemed more adjustable. Probably a requirement when dealing with many different sizes of cows.

Attached to the rear of the furniture was a saddle seat with a series of holes built into the center. In front of that was an adjustable shield with circular holes, built in transparent shelves for breasts. The acrylic was molded in the shape of breast cups, far larger than the current size of her own. The interior of each cup was completed by a round, rubber gasket to make the cup properly air tight once pressed against her chest. It seemed as though most of the furniture in the facility was built around accommodating breasts.

MU2 got to her feet, a little unsteady. Without complaint, she wobbled over to the chair, moving slow to avoid exacerbating her aching joints. She breathed a sigh of relief as she sat in the saddle of the chair, raising her breasts to set them into the transparent, plastic shelves. She shuffled forward, pressing her chest against the rubber gaskets built into the shield. Flush against the form, her head stuck through a semi circular cutout at the top.

Arm rests lifted into position, allowing her to relax into the chair. "There, finally!" declared Eve, moving around in front of MU2 with dangling hoses in hand.

She took each hose and screwed it onto a thin tube that projected from the front of each breast form. These must double as suction and extraction piping. Pressing her tits into the cups, she discovered that the interior was decorated with soft nubs for stimulation. Once the suction was turned on, this was going to turn into quite a party!

Curious, she watched as Eve finished hooking up the equipment. "How are these breast forms made?" she asked. "Are they one size fits all?"

"This form was built specifically for you," she explained. "We took your measurements and created it while you were out. It only takes about fifteen minutes to create one.

She patted her hand against the rectangular top of the form. "They have to be interchangeable to support multiple varieties of cows."

MU2 reached her hands under the transparent frame, pressing her hands against the front of the mold. The material was sufficiently thick that she couldn't feel any sensation through the surface of the breast cups.

"We always build in a fifty percent increase in size to leave room for growth, explained Eve. "Believe me, you'll be surprised at how quickly you'll fill out this volume. You'll need new cups before too long.

She gently placed her hands on MU2's wrists and pressed them down against the arm rests. The backs of her hands pressed into the material with a soft click, a band wrapping around her wrists to strap her down.

Eve reached under the arm rests and clicked a button. They dropped free, forcing her arms to crank downwards at a forty five degree angle before they locked into place. "This will be uncomfortable for a moment," said Eve, "but bear with me."

She pulled a lever on the front form, the entire section rotating forward as it pressed into her chest, requiring her to lean forward. Her saddle seat rotated her hips forward as well, bracing her to relieve any uncomfortable pressure.

They both stopped at a forty five degree angle, her chest pressing into the acrylic. She was locked into the frame, looking directly at Eve's shapely feet, which were dancing around the plastic tubing that dangled from her hands in cute platform boots.

Eve exhaled in frustration, but succeeded in escaping the trap with only a minor stumble. She moved out of MU2's field of view, the rumble of something heavy approaching. "Just a few more moments," mumbled her keeper.

"There!' she declared. "Let's try this!"

A humming sound filled her ears and a sudden pressure tugged at her breasts. A staccato rhythm accompanied the pumping, clicking as the air was drawn through each cup. "It starts out slow," said Eve, her voice raised over the sound of the pump.

"If you tolerate it well, I can increase the intensity."

MU2 nodded, the suction cupping her breasts like a set of tickling hands. It was enough to tease, but not enough to seal her breasts against the form. Air leaked around the cups, causing weird squeaking noises. "More," she said, breathing hard. "I need more suction."

"You got it," said the alien, fiddling with the control dial. "I've always wanted to say that," she said cheerfully as the suction on MU2's breasts intensified.

The gaskets sealed against her chest, applying the full force of the air against her sensitive tits. She bit her lip, suppressing a cry. "Oh yes, that's amazing," she declared, the pressure tight against her nipples. "I can feel it coming, yes, mmm."

Her milk began to release, spraying the front of the cups with her wetness. The pumps sucked the splashed of milk away with efficiency, tyrannically demanding more. She was so packed full that it was a relief to give in, great spurts blasting from her swollen tits.

She was feeling really good now, but the stimulation still wasn't sufficient to send her over the edge. "I want more," she gasped. "I need it!"

"What do you need?" asked Eve slyly.

"I need to cum," declared MU2 without shame. "I need to be fucked so bad, oohhhh."

Her body shock, her tits giving her a miniature orgasm. It was amazing, but unfulfilling. She felt so empty.

Eve chuckled. "I think you're ready for the next step," she declared, pressing a button on her controls.

To MU2's delight, a thick appendage pressed against her vulva from within the seat she was sitting on, squirting lubricating liquid against her inner lips. Her eyes shone with anticipation, pleading Eve to turn it up just a bit more.

Eve obliged, twisting a dial. The thick dildo slid inside her, pumping its girth deep into her vagina. It tilted and vibrated, working her like a pile driver as the suction stepped up yet another notch.

MU2 groaned as Eve set her control box down, walking over to a side counter with her shiny boots. "I don't want to tease you, MU2," her keeper said, "but we do need to get some actual work done."

MU2 wasn't feeling teased; she was getting fucked. Her breasts pressed up against the plastic form as she rocked up and down on the dildo. She moaned freely as the thick length penetrated her to her core. The breast pumps worked her, clicking and popping as they alternated, tugging and sucking as her milk flowed freely.

The combination of sensations was too much for her to bear. She pressed her feet down hard against the floor, bracing herself into the pumping breast form as the dildo reamed her canal. The orgasm came quickly, starting as a tingle in her toes and exploding into full body paroxysms.

"Yes, fuck me, I love being pumped so hard, yes!" she screamed, climaxing.

Eve retrieved the control box and shut the system down, letting Morgan relax, loose in the harness. Endorphins buzzed in her brain, and she rested her bulk against the breast form, breathing hard as she languidly enjoyed the afterglow.

"That was… amazing," she declared, blinking.

The let down came hard, a rush of memories exploding in her mind. Fuck, not that accident again! While she had been distracted by the machine, the suppressing effects of the alien's milk must have been wearing off. She was feeling like Morgan again.

It was so uncomfortable, she started to feel existential dread. She didn't want to be Morgan anymore. She didn't want to remember. She wanted to be MU2. She wanted to be Eve's cow.

Eve hadn't noticed her distress, prepping a long, slender needle. "Steady on, MU2, that's only the first orgasm. I've been told the subsequent ones can get even better after the injections."

Morgan couldn't reply, trapped in a morass of her bad memories, her mouth working as fear replaced pleasure. She didn't even notice the stinging pain that presaged the next set of injections.

Eve worked quickly, jabbing her syringe into Morgan's upper shoulder a second time. "Two more to go," she declared, swapping sides.

Morgan noticed a warmth spreading from her right shoulder, followed by a pinch on her left side with more warmth. The physical sensations banished the memories momentarily, bringing her back to reality as Eve finished the last injection.

"There," she stated. "All done with this series. Your transformation should speed up significantly."

She picked up the control box and toggled the suction pumps, restarting the insistent tugging. She frowned, watching more milk flowing from Morgan's breasts. "I don't understand," she said, confused. "I measure about four ounces extracted so far, but you're still expressing more."

The pumps worked, milk gushing down the plastic tubing. Eve looked a little worried. "This is a bit outside my experience level," she had to admit. "You're not acting like the average cow."

Morgan grimaced. Nothing like being an oddity to make her happy. "I don't know what your average cow is like," she declared, "but I sure don't feel like one right now. While under the influence of your milk, my old life is repressed and I feel more like an animal, but right now I feel like shitty old Morgan, playacting as your livestock."

More milk drenched the tubing, the suction lifting it away. Eve looked at her suspiciously. "That's definitely not normal, either. Our milk has a soporific effect that should keep a cow completely docile during this process. You shouldn't be reverting to your old personality at all."

Morgan groaned. "What can I tell you, it wouldn't be me if I was normal." she grimaced. "Is there anything you can do? My chest is feeling fucking itchy."

Eve frowned. "No, that can't be possible at this stage." She leaned over and looked at Morgan's chest.

The pumps continued to work, squeezing her breast flesh into the cups to extract more milk, but despite the suction the form was slowly rising from her chest. During the next cycle, one of the cups popped off her chest, air sucking wildly through the cup as it tugged at her flesh. The other cup popped free, too, a rush of cool air breezing past her nipples.

Eve realized what was happening and slapped the emergency stop button on the milker, which ceased trying to capture her breasts. She worked the controls, sliding Morgan back into a vertical position. The itching was getting more intense, and she longed to scratch her chest. She moaned, her hands shaking in the restraints.

Eve unlatched the plastic breast form and pulled it out of the frame, not bothering to remove the attached hoses. Setting it aside, she ran her hands down Morgan's chest. "This is highly abnormal," she said in a matter of fact manner.

She grabbed hold of Morgan’s flesh and tugged. Morgan groaned, her tender skin protesting the rough handling. Pleasure mixed with pain, arousing her in equal measure.

"Good news, cow. Your second breasts have come in." She kept tugging at Morgan's chest in a milking motion.

"This is happening much quicker than projected, but it's a normal part of the transformation process. Your udder is developing nicely and I expect it will continue to expand at a rapid pace."

Eve ran her hands down the sides of Morgan’s new breasts, kneading them. Morgan sighed happily, for the itching had stopped. Eve ran a finger over her new nipples, drawing a sharp gasp from Morgan's lips.

Withdrawing, Eve got to her feet and looked at her speculatively. "I need some advice on how to proceed, you're developing much faster than expected."

She pulled out the control box and cranked the dial up a notch. "A little gift for while I'm away."

She dropped the box and hurried from the room, her chunky platform boots clomping on the tiles. Morgan watched her ankles as she left with appreciation, remarking on how lithe and graceful the alien was.

Her admiration quickly descended to curses as she realized what the alien had done. The dildo in the chair had been joined by a second one pressing at her asshole. Both of them had paused, waiting at the entrance to her vagina and ass. The tips pressed against her, vibrating and turning as they played back and forth.

She tried to move her ass on the chair, but that was unfruitful. No matter how much she tried, there was no penetration to be had. She groaned with frustration.

Her chest felt odd, cool air swirling about her new fleshy projections. Looking down, she was only able to catch the barest hints of her new breasts, hidden below the swell of her upper pair.

Her original breasts had expanded again, growing larger. They had definitely enlarged at least another cup size, larger than she had ever seen before. The creamy skin taunted her, the flesh swelling with even more milk. She rotated her hips back and forth, watching the delightful sway of flesh. She got another glimpse of her new breasts below. They appeared to be about the same size her original breasts were before any treatment. She was filling out so quickly!

She wasn't certain how long she sat there being edged, but it felt like an eternity. She needed to cum so badly. Her body shook, every thought concentrated on the idea of sweet release. The immediacy of the sensations pushed away all other thoughts.

By the time the door cracked open, she was thoroughly distressed, whining with need. "See?" declared Eve. "She's clearly already into phase three, and has told me that she isn't thinking cow thoughts. What could cause this?"

Nina grunted, looking at Morgan as if she was a slab of meat. "She might be an Ultra Milker. They're quite rare, only about one percent of the population, so I'm not surprised they weren't included in your curriculum."

She leaned over and tugged Morgan's lower breasts. Morgan giggled uncontrollably, dismayed by the tickling sensation. "Yes, these need to be milked again already. It's definitely a case of Ultra. You need to throw all of your known measurements and charts out the window, we're in unconventional territory."

"How do you feel?" the older alien asked her, kindly.

"I need to cum," stated Morgan baldly. "I really don't care how special I am at the moment, I just need release so unbelievably badly I can't even express how tense I'm feeling!"

Tears leaked from her eyes. The older keeper looked at her for a few moments, sizing her up. "We'll start a custom treatment plan. Work with the existing symptoms and go from there."

She gave Eve a bright smile. "You have an exceptional milker on your hands."

Eve nodded, but her concerned eyes were only for Morgan. It would have been sweet, if she hadn't felt like she was going to explode. "Please, I need something soon," she declared. "I feel like I'm going to pop."

"Just a moment, MU2, we'll have you sorted shortly." She gestured at Eve, who retrieved the control box.

As Nina rummaged in the cabinet, Eve turned up the stimulation. Morgan sighed with satisfaction as the main dildo slid back inside her snatch, vibrating and thrusting in a regular rhythm.

The invader at her ass pressed inwards as well, pushing inside the muscular wall as it extended deeper. Beyond a certain depth, her ass popped, sucking the hard projection in further. She beared down on its hard presence, rejoicing in the thick feeling of fullness.

The older keeper returned, her hands full with a harness. "This is a portable milker," declared the keeper. "It's better for fast developing cows because we don't have to change out the breast forms."

She looped two straps over Morgan's shoulders, tucking the front of the milk harness over her chest. The harness had four holes built into it, for accommodating four breasts. She snapped a fastener on the rear and cinched the straps tight, securing the harness in place.

The interior of the harness had built in domed plastic cups, which slid into place over her swollen tits. The keeper needed to adjust a few of the buckles to compensate for the differences in breast size between her first and second pairs, but with a little effort she was able to get them fitted snugly.

She snapped new hoses onto circular attachments on the exterior of the cups, plastic tubing flowing down in a thick, spaghetti mess. "There, now, you're all hooked up," declared the keeper. "Eve, I need some suction."

"Yes'm," replied Eve, fiddling with a device in the corner.

Suction returned, a gentle tickling at her breasts as opposed to the harsh suction from earlier. "We need to start gentle," declared the keeper. "Your new tissue isn't quite ready for full pressure milking. We are encouraging it to grow at the moment."

Morgan licked her lips, the pressure of the cups tickling her delightfully as the dildos pulsed in her nethers. "Oh, yeah, that's fucking amazing," she declared, her eyes rolling in her head.

Creamy streams of her milk flowed into the catchment cups, liquid streaking down the plastic tubing. "I see what you mean," declared the keeper. "She's still producing, even after one full session."

She turned to Eve. "How are you feeling? Are you full up as well?"

Eve unsnapped the covers on her latex dress that covered her breasts, opening windows into her voluptuous chest. Her exposed nipples sprung outwards, a small trickle of milk leaking from their tips. She pressed her hands under her swelling mounds, bouncing them in her latex dress. "I'm totally full again," she said with a little surprise. "I was expecting it to take longer."

"Your body is synchronizing with your cow. She drank all you had the last time, so your body is working overtime to fill back up. Another one of the side effects of owning an Ultra cow."

She folded her hands and slid back on the rolling stool. Morgan grunted and moaned, bucking as she experiencing a miniature orgasm from the stimulation. The older keeper appeared unfazed, though Eve looked at her with interest, her black orbs fixed on her spurting breasts.

"Don’t worry," Nina said. "I've been around a while, and I've seen this a few times. It's rare, mind you, but not unheard of."

She considered. "As an Ultra, she processes and filters your milk faster than a regular cow. We can forgo the regular safety protocol, I think."

She waved at Eve. "Come, take my place. Let's see how she tolerates a limited feeding."

Eve sat down, taking her spot eagerly. It didn't seem possible, but her voluptuous breasts appeared to have swelled even larger, straining through the latex portholes in her garment. Her nipples were stiff, winking at Morgan from within wide, rounded circles of pink flesh. It should have looked out of place in a sea of neon green, but all Morgan felt was a deep hunger for more.

Eve wheeled herself forward, hesitating as she nestled her bosom against Morgan's pumping breasts. Morgan wiggled on the stimulation, gasping as the dildos whirred. "I need your milk," she husked, eyes fixed on the erect nipples. "I need it so badly, you don't even know.".

Eve sighed. "Start slowly," she declared. “I don't wish to injure you."

She adjusted the chair, raising until she towered over the milking cow. She tucked a breast on top of a suckling suction pump, her tender flesh jiggling from the vibration.

Morgan let out a long sigh, thrusting her head forward to seize one of Eve's nipples in her teeth. Her keeper chuckled, supporting her breasts with her hands as Morgan worked the teat. "What an eager cow you are!" she declared, biting her lip to show how badly Morgan's actions were affecting her.

"Suck my tit, yes," Eve exhorted, pressing in closer.

Her large orb smashed against Morgan's face, filling her mouth with moist flesh. A spurt of creamy milk splashed onto her tongue, the sweet, viscous liquid coating the interior of her cheeks.

She hadn't been conscious for the last drinking session, and she was eager to do her mistress justice. She drank. As fast as she could, plying the nipple with her lips to encourage even more lactation.

She stared at her keeper's neck line, marveling that such an alien body could support such marvelous breasts. The purple latex of her dress flexed as Morgan sucked, falling under the thrall of her mistress' sweet milk.

Her lips popped from a nipple. She tugged at the tip with her teeth, daring Eve to bring herself in even closer. Eve chuckled and stroked the back of her head, pulling away.

Eve watched her carefully, her eyes searching Morgan's face closely. Morgan protested, her lips working. She wanted more!

"Hold on for a moment, cow," said Eve. "I don't want to poison you a second time."

"I wouldn't worry too much," said the older keeper. "The first overdose may have been an error on your part, but her transformation should go smoothly from here on out."

She cracked a smile. "See? She's still begging for more. This just confirms the odd results I saw on her blood test. I doubt you'll be able to overdose her again. I'm so confident of this fact that I'm going to leave you two alone."

She walked towards the door, giving Eve a sidelong glance. "This one is valuable, make sure you Pair with her properly. Losing her to Milk Madness would be a waste."

Eve brushed her off, her eyes only for MU2.

"Let's even this out, shall we?" she declared.

She shuffled to the left, presenting her right nipple to MU2’s voracious lips. MU2 commenced sucking again, swirling her tongue around her keeper's areola. This was perfect; she was fulfilling her purpose as a cow.

She felt the urge swelling inside her. Yes, it was appropriate. She mooed, vibrating her lips against Eve's nipple. Her keeper laughed, breasts jiggling against MU2's face. She brushed back her delicate hair tendrils, which had gotten in the way after her laughter.

"Come along, now, MU2, if you keep doing that, you'll have difficulty finishing. I want you to drain me completely dry.”

MU2 wanted that too, very much so. She needed to get serious about extracting all of her milk. She leaned back forward and locked her lips on her mistress' tit, swirling her tongue around her areola as she suckled.

She tried to match a similar rhythm to that of a mechanical milker, moving her lips in time with her throat. The dildo rammed inside her, wobbling with tremendous force as she nursed. The milk began to follow again, coating her mouth and throat with the alien's thick paste.

Eve wrapped her hands around her breast, manually pressing at the base to enhance MU2's suction. She was breathing hard, too. "Yes, take my milk, cow, turn it into my favorite drink, mmm. You look so delicious when you're bound like my slave, you're going to grow huge udders to satisfy me."

The words permeated MU2's milking stupor, and she redoubled her efforts, sucking and bucking for all she was worth. Her throat was choked with the milky substance, bulging as she swallowed down as fast as it could be produced.

"Oh, yes, look at those eyes, what a good little cow."

She grabbed the back of MU2's head and jammed it into her chest, pressing her face against her spongy breasts. MU2 suddenly found there was more than she could handle, the nipple slipping from her lips. Milk splattered over her face, marking her as her mistress' milk slave.

"Fuck, that feel so good," declared the alien, shaking with an orgasm as her milk sprayed from her tits. "I can't even imagine what it's going to be like after we get you bred."

MU2 moaned herself, the mess dribbling down her chin as the dildos brought her over the edge. Endorphins blasted her brain as she writhed, vibrating her entire body against Eve's chest.

She bucked on their thick, throbbing presence, her pelvic muscles gripping them mercilessly. Fortunately, as she crested the high, they began to wind down, withdrawing into the seat. This was for the best, as she wasn't certain she could take any more stimulation.

She blinked dully, her face a mess. By the narrowest of margins, the spraying milk had missed her eyes, but some of it was dripping down her cheeks.

Her mistress brought over a towel and wiped her face, apologizing. "I'm so sorry!" she declared, flustered. "I got too carried away. This shouldn't have happened, but that was so fucking hot!"

MU2 waited to be cleaned up, frowning as Eve worked down her neck. She couldn't think very well while under the influence of her keeper’s milk, but something the alien had said was bothering her.

"What did you mean by bred?" she asked, giving Eve an intense stare.

Eve laughed nervously. "That was just a spur of the moment thing, I didn't really mean it. I mean, you don't need… don't have to if you don't want to."

MU2 turned the idea over in her mind, slowly. Her thoughts were like sludge, stacking on top and interfering with each other. The idea of doing as her mistress commanded was intoxicating, but this wasn't a direct command from her.

She had never wanted children before, and after the accident, she desired it even less. Bringing someone into her shitty world was not an option. Doing it here at the Farm didn't seem like a much better idea.

Steeling her resolve, she stared at Eve seriously. "No, I don't think it's a good idea," she said, going silent.

Eve was flustered. She put away the towel, looking away from her charge. "I didn't mean to push you into it," she said, carefully folding the fabric into a neat square before tossing it into a bin.

"You don't hate me, do you? It just seemed like a sexy thing to say." She turned and looked at MU2, her eyes wide.

MU2 felt hollow. It wasn't Eve's fault, she didn't know her past. "My first child was a miscarriage," she explained.

She stared straight ahead, looking at nothing in particular. Under the influence of Eve's milk, her emotions were deadened. That was good, she could get through this without crying.

"My second was aborted," she continued. "I couldn't afford to bring her up while we were on the run. It turns out I couldn't afford to not bring her up, either."

The emotions were rushing in, despite her best efforts. "My last mistake was killing a girl's mother in a traffic accident. I can see her now, crying for her dead mother. It reminded me of my dead child, crying for me. Crying that I can't seem to forget."

Her lips wobbled. How had she gone from arousal to despair so quickly? "That is why I don't want another. I fuck up everything I touch."

Eve's expression shifted from fear to pity, but MU2 waved her off. "I don't need your sympathy," she stated. "I just want to make things right."

Eve closed the distance between them, getting down on her knees. She wrapped large hands behind MU2's head and looked her in the eyes, sharing her sadness. "If you ever change your mind, I'm here for you. Seriously."

She kissed MU2 on the nose. The affection sprung forth a well of tears from MU2 and she began to blubber. "She was so young," she cried. "There was nothing I could do."

"I know," replied the alien, wrapping her arms around her cow. "You're here now. Everything will be okay."

She triggered a switch on the seat, unlocking MU2's arms and legs. She pulled her out of the chair with effortless strength, cradling MU2 in her arms. The flood gates broke, and MU2 began to cry in earnest. Nobody in her life had ever cared so much about her before. She had never believed anyone ever would.

Rocking her back and forth, Eve continued to talk in a level manner. "I can't really relate, I'm afraid. I grew up with a relatively privileged life. It’s abhorrent that in this galaxy bad things can happen to good cows like you."

MU2 weeped openly, her head tucked into Eve's breasts. It was comforting to be held, but she also needed to cry. She had never really processed the losses before, refusing to acknowledge all the mistakes she had made.

"I don't know what harsh realities you faced in your world, but none of that exists at the Farm. Children are well taken care of, in a section separate from the rest of the facility. They are raised jointly, by the staff and by Paired couples. We've been doing this for quite some time, and there's quite a thriving community that lives here. I don't know of anybody opting to leave, but those who haven't been committed for life, like you, are free to go. Nobody bothers, though. The Farm is good to us. We provide a valuable service to our society."

The explanation didn't change MU2's mind, but it did serve to allow her emotions to cool. She hiccuped, coughing, her throat sore. Eve patted the back of her head and helped her up. "You're a disaster! Let's clean you up!"

MU2 looked around, concerned about the mess they had made on the floor. "Oh, don't worry about that," declared Eve. "The staff will clean it up. That's why most of the floors in the Farm are made of tile."

She grabbed MU2's arm, navigating her through the rest of the equipment in the room as they approached the door. MU2 stumbled, unbalanced. Eve held her arm, making sure she didn't fall. MU2 made a dismayed noise. She was not used to dealing with the extra weight of her additional breasts!

The corridor outside was mostly clear, but there were a few alien and human couples passing by. MU2 watched them with curiosity, making unconscious comparisons to herself. The nearest cow that passed them did so with dull eyes, clearly coming from her own session with her keeper.

Slack jawed, this cow hadn't yet developed her second set of breasts, but there were small buds of flesh which indicated they were on the way. Her frame was petite, reducing the size of the breasts she would be able to support, even when fully transformed.

Her keeper was the exact opposite of her charge, the shortest alien MU2 had seen. The alien had opted for a hot pink bodysuit, her breast flaps tucked shut around her swollen teats. The alien's hand rested on her cow's neck.

They both looked quite comfortable in this pose, the cow being led by her keeper as if it was a natural state of affairs. As they approached, the keeper halted, her cow stopping as well. "It's good to see you, Eve," declared the alien, in a tone that suggested it wasn't. "I see you have a new candidate with you. Have you Paired yet?"

Eve clenched her lips. "Hello, 'Heather,'" she said, purposefully avoiding using the alien's actual name. "I see you've found yourself a new plaything."

The other alien laughed. "Oh, this is not just some fling."

She took her hand from her cow's neck and showed her palm to Eve. A circular symbol was imprinted into her hand, broken up into sections like a sliced pie. "I have found my Pair. She completes me."

She laid the back of her hand against her cow, framing a similar symbol on the back of her cow's neck. Mirrored sections of the pie were filled in on the cow, forming a complete whole when the keeper's hand laid across her neck. She flipped her hand over, pressing the tattoos together. Her cow shivered with delight.

"We are one," she declared, her skin glowing with health.

She looked over MU2 like a shark. "This one looks well developed," she said. "Have you decided to use one of the generic filter cows to fulfill your needs? How long have you been searching for a Pair?"

Eve's eyes flashed. "At least I didn't pay a criminal to find a candidate."

Heather shrugged. "It worked, didn't it? I found my new slave, and it didn't take all that long." She stroked the back of her cow's neck. The cow learned into her hand, enjoying the attention.

"If what you enjoy is buying somebody’s love, I suppose that will have to do for you. Come, MU2."

She wrapped her large hand possessively around MU2's neck, pushing her down the hallway. MU2 didn't protest at the treatment, but her curiosity was piqued. The animosity between the two was raw; they must have been rivals for quite some time.

"Just remember, after your twentieth, those who have not Paired never will." A cruel chuckle followed them down the hallway.

"What does she mean by that?" asked MU2, dragging her feet.

Eve sighed. "If I don't Pair soon, I'll be demoted. I won't be a keeper candidate any more and I'll lose all my social standing. Our society unfortunately has a strict caste system, and I would end up a menial, unable to live on my own without the largess of others. "

She looked at MU2. "That's why it's so important we make this work. Otherwise, you may be sent to the stockade with the other cows, despite how good a milker you are."

MU2 hesitated. "What exactly does Pairing entail? It can't just involve fancy tattoos."

"No," sighed Eve. "It's considerably more than that. It's a physical connection, a commitment. If you Pair with me, you become my primary feeder. Milk processed through a pair bond is healthier, and will give me significantly more power."

She chewed at her lip. "I won't be able to drink the milk from any other cow without terrible side effects. You will still be able to purify the milk from other keepers, but I won't be drinking generic, processed milk without major difficulty. Without your support, I will wither away to a husk of what I currently am."

MU2 halted, forcing her keeper to stop as well. She peered up at her worried face, and decided she was cute. "I sense this is why you've had issues finding someone to trust in the past."

She paused, nodding. "It will also significantly help my family politically. I've been considered useless up until now, because it's been so long since a potential match has been found. I've been looking for someone suitable for years, and it's so close to the time of Abandonment that my family has begun losing hope."

MU2 started walking again, letting Eve direct her. "After all this time, why did you decide to trust me, a common criminal? Surely there was a better candidate."

Eve grimaced. "There was one other, but as you can tell, I've had… issues. We got heavily involved with each other, but when I was about to make the decision, she backed out and decided to go with someone else."

Her face darkened. "She became Heather's first victim, and she was never the same afterwards. I couldn't trust her any longer, and Heather had broken her. She was only fit to become a generic filter cow."

She steered MU2 to the left, down a shorter corridor that terminated in a locker room. "I didn't have any prospects, so they sent me here to serve under my grandmother as their final option."

MU2 had no need to strip out of any clothing, and Eve didn't seem to want to. She propelled her straight into a shower, turning her around to stand in the middle of a square, tiled box.

MU2 took some time to process her thoughts, while Eve gathered the soap and a water wand. This was literally the last chance for both of them. Neither of them had anywhere else to go. Far from being sloppy seconds, MU2 was a lifeline that could save this girl from a lifetime of mediocrity. She could help her to attain her goals, and in the process, solve her own problems. A new road opened out before her, spreading off into the distance. She could finally see a future for herself, a world where her entire existence did not require her to lock herself away.

The tears began to flow at the same time Eve turned on the water, thankfully hidden under the heavy spray. Grateful for the coincidence, she lifted her arms outwards to give Eve better access.

Eve sponged off her head and neck, rinsing her down with the wand. "Does that feel good, MU2? I can turn up the temperature if you need it."

"No," she said, hoarse.

She turned her back to present her shoulders to her keeper. She was expecting to be washed, but instead Eve pressed her body up against MU2, reaching under her shoulders to wrap her soapy hands around MU2's upper breasts. She worked them gently, tugging her flesh out and massaging them as she soaped them up.

When they had been well and truly washed, she lathered up her hands on MU2's back, returning to work on her second set of breasts, which were still in the process of growing.

MU2 shook back and forth, excited. "I love how they feel when you touch them, but they're already filling up again."

Eve tugged at her nipples. "Don't worry, your storage capacity is increasing. Soon you will have a full udder, able to process all the milk I can produce and more. You'll be a true cow. I can only imagine how happy that will make you feel."

She walked her hands down MU2's front, rubbing them over her belly button. "You'll need to hold it in for now, I'm afraid. It's against regulations to waste milk, so I can't jerk you off here."

MU2 chuckled at the odd turn of phrase. She groaned as Eve worked her hands through her nether regions and down her legs. Her keeper worked quickly, efficiently cleaning her feet and working her way up MU2's back.

"What comes next?" she asked.

Her recent emotional stress was still raw, and she was looking forward to spending more time with Eve. She realized that it was the only thing she had looked forward to in ages.

"Paperwork and administrative for me, I'm afraid. Our time together is almost up for now. I have to put you back in with your new herd."

She lathered up MU2's neck, working the injection sites with her fingers. MU2 moaned, surprised at how sensitive that area was. Eve lingered there for a moment, but with a final rinse she was finished. The job complete, she smiled at her cow, who was shivering, droplets dribbling from her body.

Eve traced a finger around MU2's waist, and took a step back, taking her in. "Your coloration is filling out," she declared, pleased. "You've earned your spots a month ahead of schedule!"

MU2's view of her body was hampered by her multiple breasts, but she did notice that her skin color had faded, as if she had been bleached. "Does every cow have a different color?" she asked. She wasn't going to look anything like the cow she had met earlier, MA8.

"Yes, the combination of your color and secondary spots are unique. It's completely by chance. It looks like you're going to be white with black spots, a coloration associated with extremely high milk production."

"Stand still, cow," declared Eve. "You may want to close your eyes for the drying cycle."

A stream of air flowed from the top of the shower stall into the floor below, through vents. The air flow increased, stripping the water from her flesh. A great downward pressure held her against the floor, her lips moving uncontrollably as the air ramped up to high speed.

The cycle was mercifully short, the shifting wind dropping away almost immediately. MU2 blinked, realizing she was completely dry. What a convenient system!

Eve sighed. "Time to go, cow. I have work to do, and you need to get reacquainted with the other members of your new herd."

MU2 wasn't too happy at the idea of being put back into a cell with the pirates, but she had little choice. She expressed her displeasure by frowning and crossing her arms under her new breasts.

"I know, MU2, but there isn't much choice. There's always more work to do."

She wrapped her hand around MU2's neck and guided her out of the stall. The warmth of her fingers and palm against the back of her neck was comforting. It was increasingly feeling like the most natural state of affairs to her. She would do as Eve commanded, without too much protest, even if that required she sit through a few more hours with the bad tempered pirates.

As they walked from the shower block, she refocused back on her goal. Settling into her role as a cow, she found herself becoming increasingly nonverbal, but there were still questions she wanted answered. "How many more injections will be needed before I am deemed a full cow?" she asked.

Eve hummed as she pushed MU2 along. "You've had eight so far. The actual number required is variable, but most cows on average need about twenty. I suspect you'll need less, but it's hard to know exactly how many until we determine that you're fully producing. That number is averaged across a week of milkings after a set of injections."

"Based on known averages and breast volume, the injections continue until your milk production stops increasing. After that point, nothing further will be required to maintain your status."

MU2 shook with excitement. Her teats jiggled as she marched, the bottom ones still growing. They might be large enough to fill the milking cups! She couldn't wait until all four were the same size. The milker would feel amazing!

Her feet continued to walk, taking multiple corners and side passages. She would never be able to navigate the facility on her own, and that was fine by her. Her job was to drink and to milk, not to be intelligent. The focus served to calm her down, suppressing her churning brain so that she could think rationally.

She had stepped over the edge of acceptance some time ago. She no longer aspired to be anything more than a high production milking cow. By being passive, she was helping. Her future had been planned out for her.

They made yet another turn, ending up in a cell block similar to the one she had been in before. The windowed walls were the same, but the equipment inside was quite different.

MU2 was filled with curiousity when she saw a row of saddle-like projections fitted to the back wall of the room instead of the milking suction cups from her previous cell. Nobody was using them at the moment, but she could feel her breasts swelling with each breath and she hoped that they could be used to milk her in some fashion.

A crowd of women were huddled together at the side of the room, arms locked shoulder to shoulder in a deep discussion. They were likely trying to figure out a way to escape, still. That thought was far from MU2's mind. She was turning into a cow rapidly, physically and mentally, and she loved it. If these women were still resisting, she would just have to make them love it too by being a perfect role model.

Eve pushed her into the airlock, letting her possessive hand go reluctantly. MU2 wasn’t pleased about the state of affairs either. She turned to look at Eve, giving her doe eyes. Eve shrugged her shoulders. "Have a good evening, MU2, I'll see you in the morning, after the next rest cycle."

She pressed the hatch button, and the wall rotated. MU2 turned to face the inner door, ready to face the hostile occupants. She stepped to the side, being careful to look both ways for an ambush as she entered the chamber, but there was nobody lying in wait.

It was too bad, she had almost hoped to teach Kylie a lesson about what it meant to be a cow. She would bend her over and milk her by hand, forcefully. If she was a good cow, she'd allow her to drink some of her milk, fresh from her udder.

She grinned at the fantasy. The others would never let her do it, of course, but it was fun to imagine. The amusement faded as she saw the group of pirates, still huddled.

There were only four of them, the fifth sitting on the ground. Upon closer examination, she realized the sitting one was Daisy. Perhaps out of misguided concern, she approached the gathering.

"What's going on? Is Daisy okay?"

Kylie turned to stare at her, eyes a million miles away. "No, and I'm not either."

She clenched her fists. "I'm so angry at what they've done to Daisy, I need to punch something."

Before she could approach MU2, Ashley grabbed her arms and pulled her back. "Just calm down," came the muscled girl's twang. "She's not our enemy here."

Kylie vibrated in place, but let herself be handled. "I know she isn't, but I feel so angry!" she declared. "Can you feel it? It's like a buzz of bees swirling around my head!"

She pressed her hands against her temples and grunted. "I don't know what's wrong with me!"

Raising an eyebrow, MU2 looked at Daisy, who by all accounts was relaxing lazily on the ground. She didn't appear to be in any particular distress, but her body had been altered further.

Her second set of breasts was starting to come in, filling out her udder nicely. She worked her lips, chanting under her breath while she played with her tits. Small spurts of milk dribbled down her flesh, making her front a mess. Her body had gone pale, like MU2's. Perhaps they'd be twins?

MU2 kneeled, grabbing Daisy by the shoulder to examine the back of her neck. Natalia reached down to stop her, but MU2 had already satisfied her curiosity.

"She hasn't been Paired," she announced. "Nobody has claimed her yet."

"What the fuck does that mean?" asked Natalia. "What the shit is going on here?"

Her anger was misdirected, but understandable. MU2 sat on the floor, stroking the other cow. "The literal truth is in front of your eyes," she explained.

"We're being turned into cows." She ran a tongue over her lips, shuddering in pleasure as she caught a taste of her mistress' milk.

"They're injecting us to filter their milk and increase our milk production. I'm pretty confident the drugs also have a hypnotic effect."

She looked at the pirate crew, one by one. All of them had swollen breasts, worked on by a milker, but Daisy was much farther along than most of them. She had embraced the process, like MU2 had. She would be a proper cow before any of the rest of them. Good.

"Look at what they've done to me," she declared. "I'm nobody special, and in the span of a day I'm already transitioning into a heavy milker."

She ran her hands over her breasts. "I love being a cow. I feel great."

She moved her hands to help out Daisy, who was rubbing her clit with abandon. MU2 placed her hands under Daisy’s second set of breasts, cupping and massaging them. "Daisy agrees, don't you Daisy?"

Daisy hummed, a smile fixed to her face. She said nothing, continuing to work her snatch. Eight purple dots decorated her shoulders, just like her. They must have her on the accelerated plan as well.

Natalia didn't try to stop her. She was looking off into the distance, trying hard not to touch her own sensitive nipples. "This explains a lot," she said, her brain working.

"Yes," replied MU2. "Daisy doesn't have a tattoo on the back of her neck. She hasn't been Paired to a keeper, yet."

Ashley walked over, sitting with one of her knees touching the floor. "What exactly does that mean?" she asked.

"I don't know everything about it, but once you've been Paired, you belong to that keeper for the rest of your time at the facility, which might be forever depending on your sentence."

She smiled. "My keeper's name is Eve," she declared. She looked down at Daisy, who was vibrating from her self induced orgasm. "What is the name of your keeper?"

Daisy's eyes focused for the first time since MU2 had entered the room. "Moo?" came the first words from her lips.

MU2 patted her face, giving her the time she needed to process the question. Daisy blinked, relaxing. "She said her name was Nora," she replied hoarsely. "I couldn't pronounce her real name. She fed me her nipples and I drank from them.” She looked away, face red. "I drank a lot. It was so tasty!"

"Don't worry," said MU2, "I love drinking my mistress' milk, too."

"Don't worry?" came a sharp interjection. "How can I not?"

MU2 had expected Kylie, but this time it was Iris who interrupted. Her face was a bright red, her small breasts only slightly enlarged.

"Look at us!" she declared. "I don't remember what my name used to be. All I want to do is to be strapped into that milking harness again and be fucked by a machine until my mind goes away. Each time they stick a needle into me, I want to be a cow even more. Don't tell me that this is normal!"

Natalia grunted and held out a hand. "I sympathize, I really do. This just makes it even more imperative that we find a way out of here before they're able to alter us further."

"But first…" she groaned. "I need to be milked again, my breasts are getting so full I can't properly think."

"Shit," said Ashley. "They just milked us. If they keep us like this constantly, we won't have enough time to figure something out before we're all cows."

"I know," moaned Natalia, "but if I don't get milked soon, I won't be able to think about anything but my large, milky breasts." She weighed her swollen tits, letting the enlarged globes of flesh wobble as she let them go. Two purple dots decorated her shoulders on each side.

MU2 smiled a secret smile at Daisy, who returned it with an involuntary moan. Any plans they made would have to wait. It was time for milking.

She helped Daisy off the floor, stumbling with her to individual stalls built into the wall. Daisy shook off her arm with a bright smile, a hand lingering on her shoulder for a moment. It was probably just her imagination.

Kylie shouted and punched a wall, drawing everyone's attention. "Fuck this," she said. "I'm going to figure out a way to escape myself."

MU2 shrugged. Kylie's attitude wasn't her problem to solve. She turned back to the saddle-like devices mounted on the wall, licking her lips. Her thighs were wet, ready for more milking.

She wasn’t sure how to operate these new devices. However, Daisy, with a clearer mind after her orgasm was the first of them to figure it out. "They're like chairs!" she declared, skipping over to the projections mounted to the wall.

She took a seat, spreading her legs to the side as her butt squeezed into the arched shape of the saddle. She laid against the wall, which was coated with a smooth, black cushion.

As soon as her back hit the wall, something clicked on. Her eyes brightened, wet, as a dildo slid from the saddle and plugged itself into her snatch. She pressed her fingers against her clit, rubbing vigorously. "Fuck, that feels amazing," she declared, her body vibrating from the assault.

Panels opened up, sliding out of the way to reveal an enclosed alcove. The chair tilted backwards, bringing mounted Daisy along with it. Arm rests slid out as the saddle pulled her to the rear, giving her a comfortable surface to lay on. Her moans got louder as she slid backwards into the wall, the dildo pounding her pussy in an unending stream.

The panels locked shut. Her screams of delight were muffled by the insulation on the interior of the chamber, but she was clearly having a great time. MU2 looked at the next station, staring at the saddle it sported. She knew what she wanted. She knew what she needed.

Turning around, she backed up to the saddle, determined to find out what Daisy was experiencing. Just as she was about to mount it, Kylie grabbed her hand, preventing her from sitting. “What game are you playing?” she asked, with an intense gaze. “Are you a plant? You don’t seem to care about escaping at all.”

“No, I don’t work for them,” MU2 replied, frowning. “I just want to be a cow.” Her face expanded into a wide grin. Her eyes wandered and she stared into the distance, thinking about being milked.

Kylie gave her a look of disgust, and let go. “You’re not a traitor, you’re just a cow lover.”

MU2 shrugged. “Maybe I don’t feel like struggling against the inevitable. Maybe it’s our fate to be a proper herd of cows.”

“I don’t believe that,” replied Kylie, backing away. She turned to Natalia. “What do you think we should do?”

Natalia walked up to one of the saddles and examined it. She paused, trying to think. “I really want to say no, but my breasts are saying yes.”

She fondled her fake boobs, sighing and closing her eyes as small squirts of milk expressed themselves from her tits. “I could stand here for hours trying to get all the milk out, or I could sit on this chair, get fucked, and enjoy myself.”

She turned to look at the rest of them. “I don’t plan on denying myself some pleasure to pass the time. You all can make your own decisions, but I need to release this pressure before I lose my mind.”

“You’re crazy if you think this will help. I’m not doing it,” declared Kylie, backing away into a corner, her arms crossed.

She looked hollow, eyes red. She frowned as Natalia sat on one of the saddles, the cobra tattoo on her chest flexing. “Don’t be silly,” Natalia said. “The alternative is to do nothing, and be punished. Remember, we’re only playing by their rules for a short time period.”

Her eyes rolled as the dildo speared her vagina. She smiled. “I won’t say it doesn’t feel wonderful, though.” She moaned as the chair lifted her into a pod, flicking her red nails at Kylie.

MU2 watched as the rest of the pirate crew followed suit. Iris chewed her lip, rocking back and forth as her own dildo entered her snatch. Ashley grunted as she bore down on her dildo, her muscles bulging as she worked her pelvis. Both of them slipped into the wall, one after the other.

Kylie sat against the wall, alone. MU2 couldn’t help but feel pity for the lone holdout, and gave her a smile as she widened her hips to welcome the incoming dildo.

“All your friends have decided they’d rather be fucked and milked than sit out here by themselves.” The dildo slid all the way in, pressing into her depths. “You may think that makes you the strongest of them all. But who is stronger? The one who subjects themselves to trials and comes through them unchanged, or the one who bends without breaking? Consider that before you do something rash.”

Her legs lifted into the air, the saddle carrying her into her own pod. The panel slid shut, mercifully cutting her off from the angry pirate. She huffed with pleasure. Finally, some time for herself, without having to deal with the fickle personalities of others!

Her body truly relaxed for the first time since she had arrived at the facility. Safe in her little alcove, she bumped her hips up and down, leisurely enjoying the girth of the dildo. The ceiling was only a foot or two away from her face, her tiny box lit by a bright array of mesmerizing lights. Her eyes followed a fascinating pattern circling around the perimeter.

The lights flashed, whiting out her vision as suction cups descended into place, dropping over her quad breasts with a gentle bump. She moved one of the cups that had landed awkwardly, settling it into the proper position for suction to commence.

The milk she had drunk from her keeper earlier had been filtered by her cow body and was ready to be milked from her breasts. She wrapped her hands around the top two breast cups and pressed them down firmly, her flesh pressing into the plastic cups as the vacuum ramped up.

The suction felt loose on her lower breasts, so she moved her hands down to give the pumps some help. A little bit of pressure and they popped into place, sucking with a soft clicking sound. The regular rhythm of the suction was soothing, draining her udder with efficiency.

She was giving her milk to the machine, the liquid being sucked away through tubes to an unknown storage tank. Would her keeper be drinking this milk? Her own milk, filtered through the body of her slave cow? The creamy liquid decorating her lips and sliding down her throat?

She clenched her thighs, imagining her milk splashing onto her keeper’s breasts, white and sticky, ready for her to vacuum up with her soft mouth. Was it her imagination, or were her lips getting plumper? She sucked on her index finger, pressing her lips into an ‘O’ shape. Yes, they did seem like they had gotten bigger.

Eve would be unable to resist her new body the next time they met. She would make sure her next visit would be unforgettable. She would suck on her mistress’ teats until they were raw sore, rubbing her udder against her body.

The dildo thrummed inside her, causing her breasts to spasm, letting more milk spurt into the cups.

The lights dimmed. Her body jerked as she orgasmed in the dark.

End Chapter Two

Week End Update: More Cows Edition

Oof, been another busy week. I'm holding up well so far, but if it gets to be too much I may have to spread out some of my releases. Hopefully not, but I can't be on my 'A' game all the time!

Atonement

Chapter two of this story has been completed, and I expect I shall be getting it edited this weekend in anticipation of posting it this Wednesday. I've begun chapter three as well, but I'm facing a bit of a roadblock in that I need to plot out the next section before I can push on full steam ahead. I have a few ideas bobbling through my head but nothing firm yet.

At any rate, that means chapter three may not be ready for the week after, but I expect the week after that I should have something to post. With the current remaining ideas, I think there's about two or three chapters left to go on this one.

Robotic Restitution

I've proofread chapter two of the first book for the second time. I'm making the expected amount of progress, with the final draft taking shape. This looks like it's still going to be on schedule to be ready in about five more weeks.

I've also been working on the cover for book one and it's coming along better than I thought it would. That's probably at about 60% now, so I think it should be finished in time for the release of the first book. Good news!

The bad news is I have to do this two more times and I'm not certain whether I'll be able to keep up with the schedule. It is what it is!

Look for all this effort to start coming to fruition in late July!

Story: Atonement - Chapter One

Synopsis: Morgan is sent to the Farm to atone for her crimes.

Tags: MC, FD, FF, SF, Lactation, Hucows, Breast Expansion

Atonement

Chapter One

She felt the passage of time as a vague concept, her mind a buzz of pleasure. Her mouth worked mechanically, sucking by rote. Something creamy passed her lips, sliding down her throat and coating it with a sweet aftertaste.

She stared ahead dully, blinking as her eyes took in her limited surroundings. She was staring at the floor, tiled in an unremarkable gray. She was bent over, resting calmly against a piece of molded plastic. The plastic pressed against her stomach, supporting her chest while allowing her breasts to pass through cutouts.

Her arms were pointed straight down, secured in plastic tunnels. She could flex her hands around grips, but tugging with her arms did nothing. That was okay, there was no point in moving. Not when she felt so spacey.

She tongued the gag in her mouth, gnawing at the inflated rubber bulb which was lodged behind her front teeth. It was a globe, filling her mouth comfortably. Her tongue swirled around the back of the globe, getting caught in a large tube that had been bored through the gag.

The gag was attached to a mask. She was wearing a mask. She giggled to herself, staring straight ahead as if this was a normal occurrence. She just now realized that the mask was strapped to her head, pulled taut against her face to cover her nose and lips.

Why should being masked bother her? She felt great.

Time passed as she sucked on the inflated rubber ball. She blinked, amused to find that her legs were secured as well, her ankles locked onto the platform she had been bound to.

She shifted her weight back and forth out of idle curiosity, noting that something large and heavy was lodged in her privates. Something was strapped around her waist as well, pressed against her pubic area.

She pressed her hips into the molded plastic, confirming that the harness she wore had been plugged into her vagina, a rock hard cock lodged deep inside. Her thighs flexed, welcoming the protuberance as it pulsed for her.

The pleasure she experienced from this was muted, as if she wasn't directly experiencing reality. This could all be a dream, random neurons in her brain firing to bring her this fantasy. Where else would one normally experience being bound and filled with thick dildos?

Legs walked by her bed, lithe and green. Neon green, as if lit from within by electric lights. The legs were clad in ankle boots with platform heels, a slight arch lifting the heel a few inches off the ground. The boots themselves were made of patent leather, looking polished and exotic.

The legs stopped in front of her, and she caught a glimpse of black rubber. The unknown person leaned over, showing off a generous bust sealed into a skin tight rubber bodysuit.

Something soft was attached to her head, tucked around her ears. A beat pulsed in her head, faint but growing louder. The rhythmic tone scattered her thoughts, forcing her to live in the now. She shifted her shoulders, making a low gurgling in her mask.

The whirr of a pump sounded, momentarily louder than that of the enforced rhythm in her head, but it was quickly drowned out by the consuming beat. The beats lengthened, strengthening as they wormed their way inside her.

The liquid began to rush through the gag faster, coolness gurgling in the back of her mouth. The pressure built up sufficiently so that she was forced to swallow. The sweet creaminess lit up her brain with joy. She sucked on the gag, the fluid being pumped into her with the same rhythm as that being taught to her by the beat.

There were additional undertones and overtones playing along with the beat, but her buzzed mind couldn't process them consciously. The tones found fertile ground in her subconscious, programming her as she sucked.

The strange woman, with her neon green arms, brought over a device with dual dome-like cups, the interior of the cups as large as small cantaloupes. Its use quickly became clear as she pressed one of the domes up against her left breast. It attached with a pop, sealing over her flesh with rapid suction. The second dome was applied, giving her a matching pair.

The green hands stroked along her shoulder blades, the warm touch strangely soothing. There came a sharp pinch on her shoulder, a thin throb of pain and a strange discomfort. The process was repeated three more times, twice on each shoulder in total.

"Looks like high production today. You’re tolerating the injections much better than the others. At this rate, you will easily surpass the projected induction rate. Good cow."

The warm fingers returned, petting her on the head. "You might even be the fastest conversion we've seen. If this keeps up, we might consider bringing you to the next level of treatment sooner than anticipated."

Was that what she was? A cow? What could that be? She tingled with pleasure at being complimented. Whatever a cow was, she wanted to be the best one she could be.

The suction domes pulsed on her body, alternating sides as they yanked on her swollen teats. The process was painful at first, but as she became acclimated, the pain settled into a dull ache. It was even a bit pleasurable.

As the vacuum continued, she could feel something within her breasts relax, settling into the pressure and letting go. Her teats were wet, milk expressing from their tips. The suction pulled the liquid away as soon as it appeared, tugging, sucking, extracting her milk with inexorable force.

The squeezing was rough, but enjoyable. Her breasts became less swollen as the milk was extracted, providing her a form of relief. Just as she thought it couldn't get any better, the dildos embedded in her vagina and ass began to vibrate, jiggling as they bounced up and down irregularly.

Her breathing came rough, the extra unexpected stimulation hitting her like a ton of bricks. Her thighs seized up, squeezing against the intruders. She pressed her toes against the floor in a futile attempt at freedom so that she could writhe in pleasure.

She squirmed, sucking down the sweet liquid in her mouth to calm her nerves, allowing the hissing noise in her ears to guide her actions. Her chest wobbled, throbbing as her milk flowed freely.

Her mind wandered, following the beat as she sailed along in the sea of pleasure washing from her nipples to her thighs and back again. She was synchronized, her entire body running to the beat, her heart pulsing along in sympathetic rhythm.

Her bondage faded away as unimportant in the face of such stimulation. She was being milked. She was a good cow. That was all that mattered.

She hadn't thought about anything for so long that these truths lit up like bright lights in her brain. The thoughts felt foreign, as if they had just recently became her reality.

The sounds hissed in her ear, teaching and reinforcing her good behavior. As she thought the good thoughts over and over, they implanted themselves into her mind.

Soon, they were familiar truths, imprinting themselves as a mantra she kept repeating to herself. She was a cow. She was being milked. This was as it should be.

Sooner than she had anticipated, her breasts ran dry. The suction continued for another minute, alternating back and forth until the system determined that she was well and truly dry. The cups disconnected with a wet pop, dropping from her breasts and swinging away from her body. They must be attached to the ceiling somewhere.

The dildos in her nethers continued to vibrate, but they were also on the downswing, the buzzing fading. With regret, the cow settled in her harness, waiting to be attended. The hiss in her ears continued, but the beat had faded.

She drifted, thinking about nothing in particular. A sharp pain blossomed in her skull. Half forgotten memories rushed into her mind's eye, bringing her back to relive the past. She moaned, an unwilling participant in the flashback.

She was behind the wheel, a masked man sliding into the passenger's seat. Her foot jammed the accelerator to the floor, the vehicle lurching into motion as if stung by a bee. She could feel the thrill of the chase as if it was yesterday, the rapid breeze flowing through open windows. The sharp trill of the sirens came ever closer, only one step behind.

They slalomed through the first intersection, narrowly missing a track filled with produce. The intersection's lights blazed red, changed due to the emergency signal broadcast by law enforcement. Even so, their back end clipped a hovering sedan which had been unable to stop in time when the lights had changed.

Her vehicle shuddered, a chunk of the body work breaking off with a crunch. The hover motors whined, redirecting their thrust as she spun the wheel. Her heart pumping, she jammed her foot down on the accelerator.

The car leaped forward, grinding as it strained for speed. Up ahead was a major cross street, but she thought she spotted an opening. She swung wide to the right, riding up over the curb. Small brush banged against the undercarriage of the vehicle, making a horrendous rumbling noise.

The car jumped the curb into the intersection, acting squirrely as the levitation engines did their best to keep the vehicle stable. She was used to this behavior, deftly compensating for the imbalance.

What she couldn't account for was a four door pickup that ran the red light, t-boning her from her blind spot on the right. Her head bounced against the driver’s side column, causing her to momentarily black out while their vehicle drifted sideways into oncoming traffic.

She regained consciousness in time to see the danger, jamming her foot on the brakes. The levitation engines spun forward, dumping their velocity at a terrific rate. Their bodies were flung forward, pinned against the dashboard. The car may not have had friction to contend with, but it couldn't shed momentum fast enough.

Their car smashed into a minivan, a full head on collision crumpling the fronts of both vehicles. There was a tremendous crash, her ears ringing as the airbag exploded in front of her face. She blinked stupidly, the sudden silence just as jarring as the initial crash.

She turned to look at her partner, her mouth dropping into a horrified gape. He hadn't buckled his seat belt, his head ramming into the windshield with tremendous force. His skin was pallid, blood trickling down his chin.

She pressed a hand against his side, trying to rouse him, but he was comatose, maybe even dead. She tried to unbuckle her seat belt, but the dash had collapsed inwards, trapping her thighs. With chagrin, she realized they were screwed. The only way for her to leave the vehicle now would be with heavy equipment.

A plaintive crying noise directed her attention to the car in from of them, which also had two occupants. A little girl was strapped into the passenger side seat, her small face damaged by glass. Her tiny hands pressed against the women in the driver's seat, pawing at her side.

"Mommy, mommy, what's wrong with you?"

She shifted her eyes to the right and wished she hadn't. The mother hadn't fared nearly as well as her. For whatever reason, the airbag hadn't deployed, her face smashed into the steering column. Blood dripped down her face.

She looked away, visualizing the blood, dripping, dripping from her hands. "Mommy, mommy!" cried the child in her mind.

The vision twisted, resetting as if she was trapped in a twisted horror show. The masked man climbed into her car a second time. She applied the accelerator. An odd hissing noise came from beneath the floorboards, no, not the floor.

She wasn't in a car anymore. She didn't have to remember these horrid memories. She was a cow, paying her debt to humanity. She sucked on the gag, the cool liquid soothing her mind and helping her to lock away the bad memories. As long as she continued to drink, her darkest nightmares would be repressed. Someone had told her that. Given enough time, she might even believe it.

She drank to her heart's content, pleased that her old life drifted away in a haze. She wasn't that woman any more. She rejected those actions, the evil desires that had led her here. She was being repurposed into something greater than she had ever been on her own.

There came a warmth at her ankles. She blinked, concerned as she realized that she was being unbound, her milking session complete. She sighed with regret and sucked down more of the rich liquid, hoping it would ease her anxiety.

It wasn't helping. The only place she could forget her past sins was in the milking stalls, and that didn't happen nearly often enough for her. If she went too long without milking, she even started to forget the truths fed into her ears by the headphones clamped to her head.

"Come, MU2," said her alien keeper, taking away the comfort of the headphones.

She gave a low moan in protest, leaning into the milking stand. A neon green hand patted her side. "We can't leave you here, your body isn’t conditioned yet. In a few more weeks, after your course of injections is completed, you'll be ready for longer sessions."

She sighed, swallowing another mouthful of the liquid from her mask. A few weeks seemed like an eternity in her world. How long had she been at the facility already? Her memories tended to blur together.

She wasn't too concerned with finding out. One of her primary reasons for coming here was to forget her old life, to banish away the graphic images that replayed themselves over and over in her head.

A click came from her milking stand, releasing her arms. She stood up, waiting passively for her keeper to attend her. The busty, green woman was busy arranging her equipment.

The feeding tube from MU2's mask stretched out in front of her, twisting upwards to the ceiling. The gravity feed provided a constant stream for her to suckle on. She took another swallow.

While she was drinking, she wasn't thinking. It was better that way. If she didn't think, she couldn't feel guilt. The cry of anguished voices faded in her head as she sucked, providing her a measure of relief.

Her keeper worked with a large bottle, attaching it to a hose which rinsed its interior. She drained the bottle, screwing it onto a large, stainless steel tank that stood on the far side of the milking stall. Humming as she worked, she pressed a button on her station and the bottle filled with a creamy, white liquid.

Once the bottle was over half full, she stopped the process and unscrewed it. Pulling over a rolling metal stand, she capped the bottle and inverted it within a cylindrical metal cage.

"Bear with me, MU2, this won't take long at all."

She seized the tube running from MU2's mask, running her fingers down the line until they wrapped around a connection point. She snapped off the hose, which released with a small hiss, attaching it to the smaller bottle. "There, all prepped for transport," she declared.

MU2 breathed in the liquid trickling down her throat. She was pleased, but also worried. Over time she seemed to require more and more of the milk to retain her sanity. She dearly hoped that they had another technique for helping her to suppress her memories.

The alien crouched down and grabbed her shoulder, helping her to her feet. She was feeling a bit light headed, and the assistance was welcome. She followed her keeper's lead, padding across the tiled floor on bear feet.

Radiant heat warmed her soles as they walked, her feet shuffling as she staggered along. The facility was kept at a comfortable temperature for the human animals. They did not require clothing. The keepers, in their latex outfits which did not retain much heat, were just as comfortable as their charges.

The keeper forced her to keep moving, rolling her bottle of milk along with them on a stand. They passed a divider, revealing a second, identical milking stall. Baffles decorated the partition preventing excessive sound from disturbing the milking.

This stall was occupied by a red head, her moans swallowed by the rubber mask strapped tightly to her skull. The milking domes clicked on and off, streams of the creamy liquid gushing from her breasts, which were almost large enough to entirely fill the cups.

She blinked, making a double take. This cow had four breasts. No, they could almost be termed udders due to their size. Two additional, round, fleshy breasts had grown under her first two. These were also attached to the milking suction cups.

MU2 looked on with jealousy. Not only did the cow have more breasts than her, but she had clearly been at the facility for far longer. Whatever skin coloration she had arrived with had long since faded, being slowly replaced with a uniform ochre brown. Splotches of white decorated her hide, as white as the milk which blasted like jets from her teats.

The cow grunted in pleasure, drinking greedily from her mask. She raised her head, looking at them with dull eyes. Her thoughts had been drained away by the long session, the dildos pumping in her snatch ensuring her long session would be pleasant.

MU2 could only aspire to be as good a milker as this cow. She wasn't sure what it took, but she resolved to do anything the staff recommended so that she could increase her production as fast as possible. Spending her time getting her brain sucked away through the milking pumps seemed far more appealing than reliving past memories.

The bound cow mooed at them, tossing her head in acknowledgment. The keeper chuckled, clucking her tongue as she gave the cow a wave. "MA8 here is a friendly one. She filters more milk than three regular cows combined, and her efficiency keeps increasing! She’s a super rare specimen they call an Ultra cow. Don’t get your hopes up, only one percent of cows are Ultras."

MU2 gave the other cow a low moan, unable to scrape together anything more hearty. She was feeling quite exhausted from her flashback. That had been very disturbing. Hopefully with more training she would be able to increase her hardiness.

The keeper squeezed her arm and tugged her gently. "She's an exemplar cow. If you work hard you should at least be able to look just like her. Does that sound good to you?"

MU2 made a guttural sound, which could have been confused with agreement. The keeper ignored her lukewarm response, leading the way with a strong arm. MU2 stumbled, doing her best to increase her pace.

They were passing more stalls, these ones empty, their milking benches looking strangely inviting. From the ceiling hung the milking cups, four dangling tubes of plastic terminating in large domes. A sudden urge spiked her brain. She wanted them back on her breasts, sucking her memories away.

"No, MU2," said her keeper gently. "It's a rest cycle for you. You'll get your chance for more milking later. We might even consider giving you another injection to speed the process along."

She reached out one hand and tugged on MU2's left teat, which still felt swollen. "These simply aren't ready for more suction yet. You need to rest and feed to get them nice and full again."

The keeper slapped her tit away, her breast jiggling as it swayed. MU2 didn't protest the rough handling. Being treated like livestock seemed perfectly normal to her. She wasn’t certain whether that was the influence of the drugs she was under, or her actual desires. No matter.

The keeper led her out of the milking stalls and into a side room, positioning MU2 onto a metallic square built into the floor. In front of her was a mirror, through which she stared dully at herself. She was nothing remarkable, her nude body five foot five, average in most respects.

Her brown hair was buzzed short in a bid to confuse law enforcement in her previous life. That had obviously failed. She grinned at herself, exposing milky white teeth. Damn, that just made her want to be milked even more!

She cupped her breasts, feeling her swollen teats. They looked a little bruised, but were otherwise only slightly larger than usual. Massaging them hurt, so she dropped her hands and left them alone. They simply ached too much.

Her girl friends always made fun of her meager assets, but that made it easier for her to pass as a man while driving the getaway vehicle. It had worked for longer than it had any right to, but eventually her luck had run out. And now here she was.

It might be her imagination, but she thought that her skin was looking paler than usual. She scratched at her chest under her breasts, the skin feeling itchy. A series of purple dots decorated her shoulders, two on each side gracing her lower neck. Were those the sites of the injections the keeper had been talking about?

She sucked at the gag in her mouth, extracting a creamy stream of the substance from the tube. Her eyes unfocused, she thought of nothing, simply nursing until she was told to do otherwise.

"Very good, MU2, it might not look like it yet, but you're filling out nicely. Keep it up and you'll be a production cow in no time at all!"

MU2 thrilled at the praise, but she still felt irritated at how much more she would need to endure. This process of becoming a cow was taking much longer than she had hoped. The optional program was still a much better choice than being tortured by her memories in solitary. If only it didn't take so damn long for the transformation to happen!

The plaintive cry of the little girl surfaced again, and she stared straight ahead, looking directly into her pale blue eyes. She sucked on her gag, swallowing desperately to keep the memories at bay. By sheer force of will she was able to tuck them into the back of her mind. It was strange that after all of the brutal crimes she had committed, the accident affected her the most.

Her keeper walked up next to her, the thin, pale humanoid looking like a waif next to her. The neon green alien was far taller than her, her head tendrils reaching up to the top of the mirror. She moved with an unnatural grace, placing a six fingered hand on MU2’s shoulder. The rest of the creature's body was hidden under her slick, black catsuit, which clung to her like a second skin.

The female's breasts were large, far larger than MU2 would expect for someone of her frame. MU2 wasn't sure what she should have been expecting. The keeper was an alien, after all. Small, square latex flaps were built into the suit, situated right over the alien’s nipples. MU2 stared at them shamelessly, the dimpled surfaces reminding her of her own, sore tits.

She didn't know too much about their species, only that they were the keepers in the facility. She didn't recall learning about them in any of her grade school classes, but the galaxy was a large place. It was much easier to hide a new species than you would think.

The particulars of the contract the government had made with these aliens had not been disclosed to the public, but she didn't really care what they were. If they could help her to reach her goal of forgetting, they could enslave as many human females as they wanted. Maybe that was a selfish goal, but she truly believed that as a human cow she could be useful again instead of being a leech on society.

The keeper's hand on her shoulder tightened, leading her away from the mirror and her aching thoughts. They were crossing through a nondescript hallway, blue tiles flowing out ahead of them. The walls were painted a neutral beige, stripes of other colors running down their sides as directions. Descriptions were written in an indecipherable alien script.

That was okay. She didn't need to know where she was being taken. She was being taken care of by her keeper. She sucked and took another pull of the creamy substance leaking into her mouth. She was calm. She would be a fine cow.

They passed into a grid of rooms, demarcated with large, floor to ceiling windows. The interior of each room looked like what could be a considered a pen. The floors were tiled blue, just like the hallways, but the back corner was piled with straw. A few women sat against the wall, their hands crossed over their knees. The rear of the room was decorated with metallic fixtures, which were unfamiliar to her.

There was no toilet, or any other furniture to speak of. How were the women expected to take care of themselves without going all over the floor? This must be a temporary holding cell, she decided, not a final destination.

The willowy keeper led her past the first chamber, which she now viewed as a cell. As they paced forward, she realized that she was passing more and more of them. This was a literal cell block, chambers storing women from all over the empire.

The operation must be far more extensive and well equipped than she had known when she had signed her life into their clutches. Not that they had mistreated her. She sucked at the yummy liquid through her gag, tasting it again as if it was her first time. She was rather enjoying her life here. So far it had been euphoric, and more effective than anything else she had tried to repress her memories.

Taking another pull on the gag, she was dismayed to find that nothing more was left. She sucked and sucked, but her tank must have run dry. She almost wanted to cry.

She halted as the keeper brought her up to a sliding door, which opened in front of them. "Here we must part ways for now, MU2. Be a good cow, and next time we shall start you on the second series."

She worked to unhook the straps of her mask, unwrapping the bands from around the back of her head. MU2 complained at the lack of liquid to drink, making a low moan in her throat.

The keeper patted her on the shoulder. "There, there," she said. "I've filled you as full as I've dared." She pressed a hand up against MU2’s stomach, which felt warm and tight. "You still need training to reach the required capacity," she explained. "Give it some time to digest and we'll proceed in a short while."

She wrapped her unnaturally large hand around MU2's neck as if she owned her, pushing her into the chamber with a forceful shove. Stumbling inside, the door rotated shut behind her.

She didn't feel angry. She didn't feel anything in particular. She just wanted more of that liquid! A gentle tug at her bladder indicated something else. She would need to find a restroom, and soon.

The outer wall finished rotating, unlatching an inner door. Sliding open, the interior revealed one of the glass cells she had been looking into earlier.

Near the center of the room, tapping her feet, was an average built woman, looking at her expectantly. She stepped forward, anticipating a greeting. Instead, she was tackled from her right, a blow landing on her head. She jerked to the side, stumbling as if falling.

She dropped to the floor, rolling into a fighting stance. Her assailant laughed, trying to follow up with a second blow. She blocked the jab with her left hand, looking for an opening.

The other woman didn't wait for an invitation, rushing forward with a haymaker. MU2 evaluated the threat and stepped to the side. Her assailant had over-committed, the full force of her momentum behind the blow.

MU2 grabbed her right shoulder and helped her along. The woman couldn't arrest her momentum, crashing into the glass window with an almighty thud. MU2 winced. That had to have hurt.

The woman standing in the center of the room began to clap. "Bravo, bravo. Even in a place like this, you cannot be taken unawares."

Like all the others in the cell, she was nude, her large, voluminous breasts looking out of place in the company of the other women. They defied gravity, pert despite their size. They were probably fake, installed by the woman to enhance her mystique. They didn't impress MU2. They were all equal inside the facility.

On her breast bone was the tattoo of a cobra, its hood flared and fangs extended. Its lower body twined around both of her breasts, skulls nestled in its coils. A grim reminder that this woman was a convict, just like her.

MU2 frowned, looking back and forth to evaluate the situation. The woman she had tossed into the wall was getting back up, but the fight had drained from her. She scowled, but had clearly had enough for now.

"You've impressed me," said the first woman, shooting the second an order with her gaze. The second woman slinked back to the wall, an annoyed guttural echoing from her throat.

The woman shifted her attention back to MU2. "What do you know about this place?" she queried. "We have been captured recently, and want to know the lay of the land, as it were."

MU2 cleared her throat, tight from hours of suckling on her gag. Her voice came, coarse from disuse. "Congratulations, ladies," she said acerbically. You've entered the Farm, a maximum security prison for the most hardened of criminals."

"Those who get sent here don't ever leave. This is the end of the line for any woman who breaks the inviolable rules of the empire."

The woman frowned. "Nonsense, there must be some way to escape. They can't possibly stop us if we all work together." She had a wicked glint in her eyes.

MU2 wanted to disabuse her of her fantasies, but the truth was that she didn't know if anybody had ever managed to escape the Farm. The answer was academic to her, of course, for this woman couldn't possibly know that she had no desire to escape. On the contrary, she very much wanted to stay. She wanted to live out her remaining days as a cow, not as a scheming criminal.

MU2 barked a laugh. "Okay, if we were to hypothetically work together, what are you in here for?"

The woman struck a pose, completely shameless. “We’re the Natty Pirates! My name is Natalia, the leader of this little gang.”

She pointed at the woman glaring at them from the wall, her hands raised in fists. MU2 spotted a small cobra tattooed onto her right shoulder. Must be a marker of those who belonged to the gang.

“That’s Kylie, my second in command.” She frowned at her. “Do calm down, Kylie, she’s not an enemy.”

Dismissing her, Natalia turned to point at a well muscled woman who sat on a pile of straw near the rear of the room. “That’s Ashley, she handles the heavy work.”

“Sup,” replied Ashley, nonplussed, stretching her arms and flexing her biceps.

“And finally, there in the corner is Iris. She handles the technical work on the team.”

Iris held her hands around her legs, rocking forward and back with her head pressed into her knees. She was a petite girl, her folded body small enough to fit into a suitcase. She didn’t look up at the introduction, preferring to stay rolled up in a ball.

“Daisy is our last member, but they took her over an hour ago. Do you have any idea what they might be doing to her?”

MU2 considered. The other cow she had seen in the milking room could not possibly have been Daisy. Her transformation was far too advanced compared to her companions. Given their lack of knowledge about the facility, they couldn’t possibly know that the keepers were turning Daisy into a cow, like her. Perhaps it would be best if she didn’t reveal what was actually going on.

“I’m not sure,” she replied. “My memories are a little hazy, to be honest. I think I’ve been drugged.”

Telling the truth was always the best option, as long as you didn’t tell the whole truth. Even so, Natalia wasn’t looking very convinced. “You’re telling me you don’t remember anything?”

She walked up to MU2, invading her personal space. She examined her tits and looked at her shoulders. With one hand she ran a finger down her right shoulder, examining the series of two purple dots which decorated her scapula on either side. “What are these?” she asked suspiciously.

“I’m not… entirely certain,” replied MU2. That was true. While she suspected that they were the injection sites the facility keepers were using to turn her into a cow, she couldn’t be certain. She hadn’t been paying attention during the initial injections.

Natalia poked one of the dots, hard, but when MU2 didn’t react, the pirate leader shrugged. “Okay, then. Fuck off for a bit while we work on a plan. I’ll bring you back in when we come up with something useful.”

She marched over to Kylie and began to have an animated discussion with her. Kylie looked like she was ready to punch MU2 out.

They didn’t trust her. That was smart. Despite being caged with them, she wasn’t really a part of their crew. She wandered off to look at the metallic fixtures at the rear of the room, not quite able to work out what they were used for.

She felt an urgent need to piss, casting around for a way to explain her conundrum without annoying the other. She raised her voice, talking to the room in general. "How do you… go around here?"

The muscled girl sitting on some straw took pity on her, leading her to the far wall. Natalia shot her a look, but Ashley rolled her eyes. "If we do nothing, we get the joy of sitting in a pile of piss and shit, so fuck off."

Natalia clenched her lips but said nothing, waving them off.

MU2 felt a little bit intimidated by the new girl, far more then she had felt for the first two she had met. The woman was massive compared to MU2, athletic with well defined biceps. She had the grace of a fighter who could hurt you by accident and knew it.

She didn't exactly feel safe in this woman's presence, but she sensed less hostility. Mute indifference was quite acceptable when compared to open violence.

Ashley grabbed hold of an oval cup attached low on the far wall. She pulled on it and it released, spooling out on an attached metallic tube. On either end the cup squeezed into two points, with a hollow interior.

"This is what I call 'the Evacuator'," quipped the woman. "You stick it on your privates like so."

Without any hesitation, she yanked hard on the dome and placed it between her legs. It immediately clamped to her skin, suckling at her privates. "From here, the process is simple. Do your business." She winked. "I'll let you figure out how to get out of it once you're done."

She ripped the suction cup free with a snap of the wrist that looked practiced. MU2 was doubtful she had the arm strength to do it the same way. From the other woman's grimace, it must have stung.

She hesitated. "Thank you," she said, surprised to find any form of kindness in this gang of criminals.

"Don't thank me," replied Ashley, her face neutral. "I just don't feel like sitting in your crap."

She returned to her place by the wall, discussion over. MU2 shrugged. If that was tough love, it was an improvement over Kylie's introduction.

There were four more stations on the wall beside the one Ashley had used. She yanked a suction cup from the wall, as directed, and shoved it between her legs. She could feel the air tugging at her fingers, the device constantly running. Hesitant, she moved it in slowly. It jumped from her hands, locking itself against her skin with a pop.

The tugging sensation was distracting, not to mention the thought of peeing in front of the other women, but this was her only option and she really needed to go. She tried her best to relax herself, her flesh pressing father into the suction cup.

After what seemed like an interminable period, she managed to expel what felt like the merest trickle of liquid. With the suction, it was hard to determine whether she had managed to expel everything in her bladder. At any rate, the edge had been taken off and she was far too uncomfortable to continue.

She reached her hand down and tried to pry the suction off her vagina. The makeshift toilet refused to cooperate. The other women guffawed, watching her struggle. She was the entertainment today, it seemed. Too bad.

Instead of getting flustered, the shame served to focus her. The thrill of shame and danger were all the same to her, triggering her logical, thinking side. The ability to focus in such situations was what made her a great getaway driver. It was also why that girl's mother was dead.

She shied away from that thought, sliding her fingers to the top of the suction device. Pressing in, she deformed the skin around her pubic area sufficiently to release the seal, the suction cup popping off in her hand. She let it go, the tubing automatically reeling the device back into the wall.

Ingenious, but not particularly hygienic. How many other occupants had used the toilet between cleanings? They really were treating them like livestock!

Her business done, she turned to face the rest of the crowd. Natasha stood facing the door of the cell, inspecting her long, red nails. Kylie paced like a wild animal, slamming her fist into the wall at regular intervals. Ashley was sitting on her pile of straw as if she was a queen, her expression closed off. That didn’t look promising.

She decided to talk to the last one, Iris, who still sat in a corner hugging her arms, head hidden behind her knees. The rocking never stopped, following an internal rhythm.

MU2 pressed her back against the wall, folding her arms in a non threatening manner. “Hey,” she said, hoping that she didn’t come off as too intrusive. “Are you holding up well? How long have you been in the facility?”

“Fuck off,” came the reply. “I’m not here for your entertainment.” The rocking continued.

MU2 blinked. That hadn’t gone as she had hoped. Bereft of anyone to talk to, she looked around the cell. The ceiling was high, the room two stories tall. The ventilation shaft was built vertically into the ceiling, the cover bolted on from the inside. There was no way for occupants to reach the shafts even if they worked together, cutting off a potential escape route.

She walked over and tapped her knuckles against one of the glass walls, which appeared quite solid. From the interior, it was opaque, preventing the prisoners from getting an idea of who might be watching them. It was like living in a fishbowl. They were being taken care of as if they were livestock. Seemed appropriate.

If only she had more of that creamy liquid. She was starting to keenly feel the lack of its silky presence, her throat parched. What she had drunk so far had gone through her system quite quickly, and she was starting to feel the need to go a second time. She held it, not interested in putting on another show for her unfriendly cell mates.

She idly played with a nipple, hefting one of her swollen breasts, marveling at how fast it seemed to be swelling back up again. Milk production was high, and her small breasts didn’t have much storage capacity. She idly dreamed of being milked again, but the intrusive thoughts from her accident started to interrupt her.

Losing the memory suppression effect of the liquid they were feeding her was concerning. It was becoming increasingly difficult for her to package away the thoughts that constantly assaulted her. So far she was holding it together, but she was already starting to think of herself as Morgan Diaz instead of the cow she wished to be. That past life needed to stay a part of the past. She was MU2 now. That’s how it needed to be.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the airlock cycling on the far side of the cell. Kylie rushed up to see who was being sent inside. It was smart of the keepers to keep themselves isolated from their prisoners. She could easily imagine Kylie attacking one of them if she was given the opportunity.

The figure who stepped through was no keeper, however. Instead, she was an average built woman, with larger than average breasts. They defied gravity without an ounce of sag, genetic superiority that was envy inducing. Morgan couldn’t help but compare the new woman’s assets to her own breasts and be a little disappointed.

Her second most distinguishing feature was her incredibly blond hair, which flowed over her shoulders in a cloud of fluffy ringlets. Her countenance was clueless, which, while it might seem reasonable for a stereotypical view of blondes, it probably wasn’t usual due to the fuss Kylie was making over her.

“What the fuck did they do to you, Daisy?” asked Kylie, straight out.

Daisy returned her query with a giggle, fluffing her hair. “I feel a bit out of it,” she said in reply, her voice uncertain. “Who are you?”

Kylie looked her missing crew mate up and down, trying to figure out why she was acting so strange. She brushed away one of Daisy’s hands, pushing back some of her ringlets to reveal her shoulders. Kylie traced a finger down her scapula and Daisy shivered with pleasure.

“Just as I thought, she’s been treated the same as the other bitch over there.” Kylie pointed her other hand at Morgan.

Morgan was offended, but she said nothing. She couldn’t see how this was really any of her business.

Kylie continued her examination, touching one of Daisy’s breasts. Daisy slapped her hand away. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked, perplexed. She blinked, a measure of seriousness returning to her eyes. “What am I, a doll to you?”

Kylie seemed to relax a little. “See? Her breasts are sore and red, just like that flat chested woman.”

“The name’s Morgan,” she offered, annoyed at the continued insults. “I’m not ‘that woman.’”

Kylie ignored her, focused entirely on Daisy. “Daisy, what did they do to you? You don’t usually act this spacey.”

Daisy looked confused again. “I’m… not quite certain. All I have are certain impressions, but no real memories. I can remember being hooked up to different machines. There was some kind of suction.” She squeezed her eyes into narrow slits, frustrated. “I’m sorry, I wish I could remember more.”

Kylie placed a hand on her arm. “That’s okay, Daisy, don’t pressure yourself. We’ll figure this out.”

She turned to Natalia, who was studiously avoiding her fierce presence. For someone who proclaimed to be the leader of their pirate gang, she certainly didn’t much seem like she was in control.

“What are we going to do, oh fearless leader? What’s your brilliant plan this time? Smuggling uranium turned out to be a fucking disaster.”

Natalia’s eyes flashed, one of her long fingernails slicing into her own palm. A small drop of blood beaded on her skin, but she ignored it. “I’m willing to entertain your eccentricities while we’re in space, but you’re not a planner. If we hadn’t taken that job, we’d be eating recirculated dust and breathing vacuum.”

She held her hands out in front of her. “I did what I had to so that we could all survive. It’s not my fault it went wrong. Our employers must have tipped off the authorities. They wanted us to go down.”

Kylie wasn’t willing to be placated. She wrapped an arm around Daisy, who was a still a little out of it, and glared at their leader. “Is that so. Then what’s your plan, now? All we’re doing at the moment is dicking around and waiting from them to do something horrible to us.”

“I’m not dicking, I’m thinking.” Natalia frowned. “Here’s what we know so far. Whatever they did to Daisy left her in a placid and empty headed state, with tell tale purple splotches on her shoulders. I’m theorizing that they’re injecting us with something to keep us docile while they operate on us. The purpose of their operations is still a mystery.”

She made a moue. “I don’t have enough information to form a plan, yet. There’s fuck all in this cell to help us out, and we still don’t know their goals. Can you think of anything I’ve missed?”

Kylie formed a fist. “We should stop being so passive, and make a concerted attack.”

Natalia raised an eyebrow. “And how do you suggest we accomplish that? We haven’t even seen who is keeping us captive. Anytime someone goes in or out we cycle through that airlock over there. They haven’t given us any exploitable opportunities yet. We need to wait and observe to find our chance to act, instead of fighting each other.”

Kylie scowled, but looked away, not having a good rebuttal. “That goes for all of you,” said Natalia, looking at each member of her crew. “Keep an eye out, and let me know anything, I mean absolutely anything that might help us to escape. Any idea you might have, no matter how stupid, isn’t out of the question.”

Morgan could tell that the power struggle was over for now, Natalia regaining the upper hand. Her control was tentative though, and she sensed that it wouldn’t take much for the rag tag group of pirates to degenerate into useless squabbling. That might be an opportunity for her. She tucked the idea away for later.

The room was suddenly awash in red light, a spinning beacon lowering from the ceiling. A distinctive bong sounded, as if a bell had been rung. "Feeding time," declared the voice. "Feeding time."

Smooth metal partitions dropped in the wall above the toilet vacuums, revealing more mysterious plastic devices with hoses. When none of the others seemed willing to investigate, Morgan took the initiative. She, at least, was not worried about what the keepers were planning on doing to them.

The new devices were paired with the lower vacuums, two domed projections and a rounded mask. The light immediately clicked on in her brain. This was a milking facility, and they did want to make sure their cows were well fed and plump, trained to be high producers. Why not include some training along with their meals?

Eager to give it a try, she pulled on the mask, which easily came away from the wall under her fingers. There was some back pressure from the hose attached to the mask, but she didn't care. She was somewhat desperate to drink more of that creamy liquid, and it didn't matter what form that took.

The interior of the mask had a bulbous projection, which she took as another mouth gag. Sticking it behind her front teeth, she tasted the familiar rubber. She worked it with her lips, hoping it would emit some of the delicious creamy substance, but nothing yet came out.

A pump whirred and the gag inflated, trapping itself behind her lips. The mask popped onto her face, clamping itself under her chin and over her nose. The negative pressure sucked the air from her lungs, but it was only temporary until the gag had inflated sufficiently to fit the mask tight against her face.

The pressure eased, cool, clear air feeding into her nose. A sweet taste began in the back of her throat, indicating that the gas she was breathing was probably drugged. That was okay. She wanted to give in to the keepers. To be the best cow they had ever seen.

A digital readout on the wall in front of her eyes lit with block letters. 'ATT BRST SCTN,' it proclaimed. Of course, that's what the extra two cups were for. She reached out for the rounded domes and wrapped her hands around the rear of the devices, spreading her fingers around the hoses.

These were made out of a hard plastic, with a large volume she only wished she could fill. She hadn't reacted at the time, but Kylie's insult had stung her quite badly. Her breasts really were subpar compared to the others. Hopefully here at the Farm they would be able to help.

The suction commenced as she brought the cups close, first one, then the other popping forward to settle onto her flesh. Her breasts were still sore from their workout earlier, but she ignored the pain. She needed to feed and to train if she ever hoped to match the other cows in the facility.

The suction pumps cycled, drawing her flesh deeper into the cups with each tug. Despite her meager endowment, her existing breast flesh looked positively massive as its volume was expanded by the pumps. The tugging was so distracting that she almost didn't notice when the flow of the creamy liquid commenced in her mask.

The fresh, cool taste was back, her mind sailing on a sea of happiness. She was not quite hooked up completely, however. The wall text had changed to read 'LWR SCTN OPTIONAL.'

Well, it certainly wasn't optional for her. She already needed to pee again. Badly. She grabbed for the lower suction cup and pressed it between her hips, jumping as it locked into place over her vulva.

Now she was complete, following all the given instructions. Drinking in her own small world of bliss, she didn't notice Kylie approaching until her angular face intruded on her peaceful reverie.

She moaned in protest as the other woman tugged on her mask, hard. The gag pressed against her front teeth, but the force failed to release the pressure. "It's no use," she declared. "Once the cycle has begun there's no way to stop it.

Morgan swallowed, the calming effect of the liquid and the gas beginning to take hold. Kylie's attempt to remove her mask was futile. The feeding session would continue as required. She smiled at Kylie’s smoldering expression, feeling safe in the knowledge that the other woman could not see her face.

Kylie was moved out of the way by another woman. It was Ashley! She was peering at Morgan and the pumps worked her breast flesh, seemingly interested in the process. "Now hold on, Kylie, we're all getting pretty hungry here and this seems like it's the only way they'll feed us. I want to know what this system does to Morgan."

Morgan couldn't care less what the system was doing to her. She was peeing away her thoughts into the vacuum toilet while sucking on sweet liquid, her breasts being tugged on with authoritative force. For a moment she was able to forget her past life again and pretend to be MU2, but that didn't last.

A ding sounded from the console in front of her and the system shut off, the display reading 'CYC COMPLT.'

The gag deflated and the suction stopped. Shit, it was just starting to get good. Her head was still in the sky, but she was already coming down from the high, jammed back into her drab Morgan shell. It was tiring to be her. After being given that short taste, she wanted more than anything to be a cow. Never had slavery seemed most like freedom.

The gag popped from her mouth, retracting into the wall, along with the suction cups and vacuum toilet. The system was clearly setup for short feeding cycles. Ashley took her by the arm, peering into her dopey eyes.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

For a moment Morgan thought she detected an actual ounce of concern, but she dismissed it as the other woman must be under some duress. She scratched her chest, feeling itchy. She shuddered, her lips feeling wobbly.

"About the same as before," she said, "But now I just want to sit there and drink that liquid forever."

Ashley glanced at Natalia. "It's probably drugged. Not sure if it's a good idea to risk it."

Natalia crossed her arms. "We don't have much choice. We're going to be weak pretty quickly if we don't get any nutrition."

Ashley shrugged. "I'm okay with giving it a shot. Morgan here has already proved it won't kill us."

She brushed a hand over Morgan's shoulder, giving her arm a quick squeeze. She hadn't imagined the fleeting warmth earlier. She shot Ashley a look but the woman didn't return her gaze, leaving her to wonder.

Daisy sidled up to one of the feeding devices. "What did it feed you?" She asked Morgan, looking at the mask hungrily.

"More of that creamy liquid," she replied. "Thick, almost like a paste."

The liquid did have a bit of an odd texture. It wasn't like cow's milk, and she was damned sure it couldn't be a woman's milk, despite her original suspicions. There wasn't enough water content.

Daisy licked her lips. "I'm trying it," she declared, grabbing one of the masks in her hands and pressing it against her face before anyone could protest.

Her face scrunched as the gag inflated, the mask attaching securely. She eagerly pulled out the breast cups and pressed them against her torso, the flesh still a little swollen from her earlier pumping. As the liquid flowed, a dreamy smile blossomed on her face, her throat swallowing as she drank in the sweet liquid.

The room was flooded with yellow light and the airlock cycled on the far wall. "Morgan, designation M-U-2, requesting your presence."

The voice repeated her name, then fell silent. The door remained open. Morgan looked around at the others. "I guess I should go find out what they want," she said.

"What's an M-U-2?" asked Iris, who was suddenly in her face, peering at her with intense, violet eyes.

"I'm not sure," replied Morgan. "I think they've given me a number. Isn't that what you do to prisoners?"

This seemed logical, and nobody questioned her answer. Kylie still eyed her with suspicion. "I'm going with you," she declared.

Morgan shrugged. "Your funeral. I doubt they'll let us both out at the same time."

She marched to the airlock, Kylie matching her step for step. She sighed, annoyed at the other's insistence. Brash and rude, she was just asking for trouble. Totally unattractive to her. That Ashley, on the other hand, had impressive muscles and looked like she knew how to handle a woman's needs.

Stopping inside the airlock, she halted on top of a triangle embedded into the floor. The chamber was circular and could fit four or five people comfortably, larger than an average size elevator.

Kylie marched to the other side, taking up position next to the exterior side of the lock. A sheen of light moved through the circular chamber, a rippling green. She waited patiently as the light dissipated, but nothing happened.

After a pregnant pause, a mechanical voice came from the chamber all around them. "Too many occupants detected in chamber. Please remove occupant."

Morgan shrugged. She wasn't sure what the other woman had expected would happen. Kylie scowled, but gave up her escape attempt. She shoved past Morgan on her way out, purposefully bumping shoulders.

"Don't let them get to you," she said. "We'll make it out of here. Together."

Morgan was surprised at the statement, but she didn't confuse it for friendliness. No, this was raw determination.

The lights in the chamber changed to a calming blue and the entire outer wall rotated. This provided an interlock which could only work with one entrance at a time.

She felt tension she had barely perceived slipping away from her. She knew their types. If you showed any weakness, they'd be all over you like flies on a rotting corpse. No, she had to pretend to be hard in front of Kylie.

Only she wasn't, not anymore. She was vulnerable, more so than she would like to admit. It was safer to retreat, to embrace her new future here. To forget any ideas of escape, for even if she left the facility, she could not escape her own memories. Even thinking about them briefly brought to life a terrified, lonely cry. She shivered, happy when the wall stopped moving, allowing her egress.

Outside, in the Farm, she could be what they wanted her to be. She didn't have to act as a peacemaker between two opposing personalities. She could be a cow and nobody would ask anything else of her.

Waiting outside the door was her keeper from earlier, lithe and neon green. Her face looked severe, wrinkles creasing the corners of her eyes. Even so, Morgan felt a sudden rush of emotion at seeing her captor, a warmth she felt the need to express.

She wrapped her arms around the alien and hugged her, resting a cheek on her shoulder. "Thank you for rescuing me," she whispered, a trickle of tears welling up in her eyes.

The alien brushed a thin arm through her hair, stopping her hand when it reached the nape of her neck, as if in ownership. "There, there, MU2, there's no need to worry. The first injections are the most difficult, but I promise you that they will get easier to bear with time."

The alien had misunderstood her, but that was okay. She shuddered, realizing that she was being a fool. Her emotions were making her irrational.

Getting a grip on herself, she moved to stand, still holding onto the alien's arm as if she was a lifeline. The alien slid her hand down Morgan's back, her fingers running over her vertebrae.

She chuckled. "It's okay to be uncertain, little cow, but we will build your confidence. Come with me, I have someone who is eager to meet you."

Morgan frowned. Who would want to meet her? Everyone she knew in her past life was a criminal, and she had left all that behind. She followed the alien with curiosity, wondering if this would help her to accomplish her goal of forgetting. There was so much she needed to forget.

"She was just asking about getting Paired the other day," continued the alien, eating the ground with wide strides. "She's almost to the age of Requirement, and has been hoping we'd find a suitable match. I think you'll like her."

Morgan wasn't quite sure what this was all about, but her interest had been piqued. "What is Pairing?" she asked. Was it some kind of strange alien ritual?

The alien pressed a finger to her lips, her wide eyes blinking slowly. "From my experience, it's easier shown than told. I've never been able to properly explain what happened during my Pairing."

She chuckled. "It's been so long, I can hardly remember the day anyway. That sort of ambition is best left to the young."

Morgan looked at the alien with new eyes. Her skin was pretty wrinkled, but she had no way of knowing just how old the alien was. How long did her species lives, anyway?

"Ah, here we are," declared the alien, pressing her thumb into the reader pad, her finger joints articulating unnaturally.

The door slid open with a rush of air, revealing a small chamber with two cushioned, rolling office chairs separated by a plastic partition. The partition had two holes built into it, around chest height. Half moon circles of plastic were glued underneath the holes with a slight curve. It looked like a shallow bowl had been merged into the wall.

Far more interesting was a new alien who watched her with bright eyes, resting in the other chair. This one also had neon green skin, but it was taut and fresh, far less leathery than that she had seen on the older keeper. She was tall, but not as stretched thin. Her eyes were pupilless and black, almond shaped like all of the aliens she had seen at the Farm, her mouth stretching wider than any human's. To top it off, her breasts were large and perky, giving a delightful jiggle inside her purple, latex bodysuit as she jumped to her feet.

"I'm so happy to see you!" she declared, trotting over to Morgan without any concern for modesty.

Morgan's eyes followed her voluminous breasts as they bounced towards her, the siren call of jealousy invading her thoughts once again. Was everyone here going to have nicer breasts than her? It was totally unfair!

"I'll leave you two to it,” declared the older keeper, heading for the door. Morgan made a sound of protest, but the keeper was firm. "I'll come back to get you after you're done. If you Pair with her, then your role is pretty much assured and we can proceed to the next set of injections. If not, we'll reevaluate."

The door shut and locked behind her, leaving her alone with the eager alien female. The woman grabbed her shoulders, trilling a delighted cry. Her wide, dark eyes seemed as large as dinner plates, her lips wide.

"Why do you smell so good?" asked the alien, being very careful to act as human as possible to avoid unnerving Morgan.

Morgan grimaced. She hasn't been able to clean herself recently. Was that what this alien was thinking of? How embarrassing. It didn't seem to be putting her off, though.

She gently took the alien's hands and pressed them together, removing them from her shoulders. "I like your enthusiasm, but in the human world, the first step is generally to introduce yourself."

She pressed a hand lightly against her chest. "My name is Morgan. I was arrested and convicted of felony murder for the death of a mother of four during an attempted getaway. Her name was Carla." The courtroom drama played through her mind again like a dull hammer.

She saw the father of the bereft family breaking down in tears once again in her mind’s eye. It was difficult for her to hold back her own tears at the retelling. Best to rip that bandage off quickly.

Honesty seemed like the best policy for dealing with this alien. She probably knew these details already, and even if she didn't it wouldn't be difficult for her to find out.

She smiled at the alien wanly. "That's why I'm here. I took a life, and I wish to atone. I cannot fathom what I could possibly do here that could make up for that, but at the very least I'm hoping that I can be made to forget my mistakes." Tears began to flood her eyes again.

The alien took her by the hand and led her over to the chair. "You've come to the right place," she said firmly, gripping her shoulder.

"My name is Eve. No, that's not my real name," she giggled. "My mother always tells me not to bother saying my actual name, but you might be my Pair."

A flow of garbled syllables clicked off her tongue, a fluting trill. "That's my real name. You don't have to remember all that. Eve will do fine."

Morgan sat down, watching the alien move with delight. She had a way of putting her at ease that she had never felt with another person.

Eve gave her a funny bow, lowering into a curtsy. "This is what you humans do when you greet each other, am I right?"

Morgan clapped a hand over her mouth, stifling laughter. The alien looked at her with alarm, a reddish tinge suffusing her green coloration. "What happened, did I do it wrong? I've been practicing for ages."

"No, that's right, but it's far too formal. I'm not a person that deserves that kind of respect."

Eve stared at her seriously. "See, now, that's the kind of thinking we need to correct. Whatever it is that you did in your past life, you can make it up for it here!”

She was so cheerful, Morgan almost believed her. She blinked, nonplussed. “And how exactly does that work? By turning me into a mindless cow?”

“No, silly,” replied the alien, taking a seat in the chair across from Morgan. “Well, that’s part of it. But that’s not the end goal. It is kind of a side effect, though.”

She pursed her wide lips. “Let me start over, this is getting too confusing.”

She rolled up to the partition, lifting her enormous breasts and settling them into the cups built into the plastic wall. She undid flaps in her bodysuit, flesh exploding out of the restraining material as if by magic. They were large, and looked swollen. Morgan even thought she could see a small amount of milk leaking from one of her tits. “There, much better,” she moaned.

She pointed at one of her breasts, which had slotted through the hole in the wall. “You’re going to drink my milk,” she said forcefully. “And you’re going to like it.”

Morgan eyed the dribbling tit with a sidelong glance. “What makes you think that?”

Eve smiled, the sides of her mouth almost reaching her elongated ears. “Because you’ve been doing it since you entered the facility.”

Morgan’s brows rose. The creamy liquid, of course. “Was that your milk?” she asked.

“As a matter of fact, yes. The program is always tailored with a particular keeper in mind.”

Her smile faded. “Though, I, being the most junior and inexperienced member of the program, don’t know as much as I would like about the whole process.”

Brows tightening, she leaned forward, her breasts pressing deeper into the plastic cups. “What I do know is that my species’ milk is absolute poison. To everyone and everything. The problem is that, until our fertile years pass, we need it to survive. That’s where you come in.”

Morgan shifted in her seat. She was suddenly feeling uncomfortably hot.

Eve folded her hands on top of her breasts, pressing them down into the plastic cups until small splashes of milk dribbled from her tits. “Somewhere along the way it was discovered that human females are the perfect filters for our milk. We feed women like you our ‘product,’ your body processes it, and you output it from your own breasts as clean, pure milk that my body can ingest.”

She shivered in her seat, excited to talk about the perverse process. “There are some side effects, I admit, and it takes a while to find the right match. Most women aren’t willing to become our slaves, so we came up with this processing plant, where prospective filter cows can’t say no.”

“Only a compatible, Paired couple can filter each other’s milk efficiently. Of course, not all cows can be paired with an appropriate alien. Those cows which we can’t find a match for are sent to the purification department, where they are used to filter the milk from unpaired aliens in our population. We can only purify about one tenth the necessary milk this way, so finding matches is our top priority!”

She seemed proud of the process, sounding as though she was trying to convince Morgan of the necessity of the program. Morgan didn’t actually care. If being paired with this alien could bring her closer to the goal of forgetting her past life, they could do whatever they wanted to her body. She scratched at her chest, which was becoming quite itchy.

She eyed the alien’s breasts and leaned forward, latching onto one of her tits with her lips. She wrapped her hands around a breast and lifted it up from the plastic cup, tugging it towards her through the hole in the partition. She moaned, sucking and tasting the wonderful, creamy liquid.

Eve was startled, looking at her as if she had grown a second head. She stumbled, still trying to follow her script, which she must have spent quite some time preparing. “We’ve come up with some methods to help the process along, including… mmm… hypnosis, and… mmm… pheromones. Which I’m not currently using! What’s wrong with you?”

Morgan let the nipple pop from her lips, savoring the aftertaste of Eve’s milk. “What’s wrong with you? This is clearly delicious.”

Eve gaped, having lost control of the situation. “This isn’t how I’ve been told it works. You’re supposed to protest that being turned into a cow is demeaning and refuse. I’m supposed to deploy all the coercive means at my disposal to brainwash you into wanting to become my slave. I feel like we’ve skipped a few steps.”

Morgan chuckled. “Can we just pretend we did all that already? I’d like to keep sucking.”

Dumbfounded, Eve just sat and stared at her for a few moments, her lips working.

Shrugging, Morgan grabbed the alien’s other breast and began to suck it as well. The more she sucked, the less she remembered. She could pretend to be MU2, with no flashbacks of nasty crashes and broken glass. The new sensations and experiences were blunting the trauma in her mind. Fascinated with the alien, she wasn’t as likely to think the bad thoughts.

She blinked, cursing at herself. This was a pink elephant scenario all over again. Just bringing it up was already starting to bring it back.

She licked her lips, the tips of them tingling. She couldn’t do this all by herself. She needed some help. Sighing, she lifted her head and looked at the astounded alien. “On second thought, hypnosis or whatever it is you do would probably be a good idea right about now so I can put myself more in the mood.”

Eve shut her mouth. “You’re right, I’m not doing my duty. I’m so green my own slave has to tell me how to act.” She tittered nervously, looking uncertain.

Morgan took pity on her. “Look, you’re not doing a bad job, you just got a strange partner. I want to forget my past and be your cow, and you want to do your duty. We can make this work. Really.”

Eve’s lips stopped trembling, a wicked light glinting in her black sclera. “You’re right. I just need to follow my training.”

She puffed herself up, resting her hands on the top of the plastic partition. “We’ll skip the pheromones, I don’t think you need them. What you do need to do is look at my eyes instead of my breasts. Yes, I know they’re fascinating. I love playing with them too.”

Morgan tried her best to change her locus of concentration, but it was doing no good. She needed more milk. She sucked at the teat, the warmth of the neon green breast flesh touching her lips.

"You're distracted," sighed Eve. "That's no good, we can't Pair like this. I need you to focus. Focus on me. Focus on my face."

She reached her arms across the partition and seized Morgan’s head on both sides, tilting her neck up. The tit popped from her lips, and she momentarily regretted its lack, until she looked into Eve’s black eyes. Darker than a pit, they sucked her in. She was falling into those eyes, deeper and deeper, falling into the abyss.

She landed, dropping onto a blackened pillow, resting in the center of a comfortable bed, all in black. Two eyes watched her from above, and she watched them. They were enormous. They were her world.

The outline of a mouth opened, a thin line of white in the black. “Drink,” the lips said.

Her jaw opened and closed, sucking mindlessly. Thick, clear liquid drained down her throat. Her tongue laved a perfect breast, more liquid trickling into her, filling her with perfection. She was a milk slave. She would be filled with Her milk.

End Chapter One