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.
