This is the story of how I, Anna, became a human milk cow. It all started when I lost my job as an English teacher in Japan.
After falling in love with the culture and language of Japan I decided to forsake everything in my old country of Sweden and move to Japan permanently. I managed to get a job as an English teacher in order to pay the ridiculously high rent in my part of Tokyo. I was only 28 years old but looked more like 18. Everything was fine until I lost that job. How did I lose it? It all has to do with my good looks.
I'm a very attractive woman and I could easily be a playboy model or something of that nature if I so desired. I'm tall, blond and blue eyed, fit and jet curvy in all the right places. At that time I also had nice double D size boobs. I refused to model because I wanted to use my mind to get by and not my body like a whore. I was a smart girl and I didn't need to sell out like that. In the back of my mind I always knew I could model if I really needed too. Needless to say all men found me appealing, too appealing in fact.
Almost every day some looser would ask me out or give me a compliment. It started to happen in my teens and it was exciting then, but as I grew up it got old real fast. I started to look down on men as a gender, they where all the same to me, only interested in sex. My male students, and even some of the girls, would sit and drool as they undressed me with their eyes, my male teacher colleagues was no different. Another day meant another student with a crush on me. It was always the same, even if I dressed very conservatively. Mr. Kazuhiro, the gym teacher, was the worst of all however.
One day, as I passed Mr. Kazuhiro in one of schools hallways late in the evening, he sexually harassed me! He seemed to have a desperate look on his face as he walked towards me in the hallway that evening. I greeted him with a nod as he was about to pass me by. He then suddenly grabbed my shoulders and pushed me up against the lockers! Mr. Kazuhiro was strong as a bull so his grip hurt me a little. I froze in total shock as I was pinned against the lockers. He started to kiss and lick my face like an animal as he confessed his love and lust for me, as if I did not already know. His hands were all over me. He was kneading one of my tits with his right hand through the fabric of my shirt, while his left hand was probing under my skirt. He told me that he wanted to "do me" right there in the hallway. But that's crazy, even if I wanted him, I would never have sex in a public place like that. When his hand started to rub my pussy through the thin fabric of my white cotton panties, I suddenly unfroze and slapped Mr. Kazuhiro hard, right across his face.
To my surprise the slap stopped his physical assault on me, but started his verbal assault. He shouted that I was a "lewd western slut and a whore". He also said that I had purposely lured him to me and flirted with him. In his mind I was some kind of vile temptress, toying with him. I told him that "he was imagining things". After I said that last line, Mr. Kazuhiro looked at me right in the eyes and said "You will regret rejecting me, slut. " After that he just walked away and I started to cry.
After that incident I talked to the principle to try and get Mr. Kazuhiro fired. Nothing happened. I talked to the police but of course they dropped the case due to lack of evidence. After all, it was his word against mine. Mr. Kazuhiro stressed me out simply by always being around the work place. As I passed him in the hallways he gave me dirty looks. I was never sure but I think he followed me around, even after work. Long story short, I dint really lose my job, I decided to quit. I decided to never work in a school ever again.
I slipped into a depression and soon stopped looking for new jobs. The attempted rape by Mr. Kazuhiro had left deeper scars in me then I had expected. No money was coming in and the time ran out. I failed do pay my rent and was about to get kicked out of my apartment. In desperation for money I stated to look for modeling jobs.
I found a modeling advertisement that promised to pay well. It had a picture of a beautiful girl, the pay was great and they offered many other benefits. The picture was modest and classy, so it did not strike me as a porn model agency. The advertisement went on to explain how their company was searching for busty western female models in particular.
Normally I would never pay attention to something like this. Of course I had opportunities to get lots of low status jobs, but that was below my posh standards, even though I was desperate. I knew I had the body for the model job, and I would rather do that then take another teaching job. The place was also open at the time and nearby. As I walked over there I wondered why the flyer asked for busty western girls, how many of those girls can there be in Japan?
When I got there it seem like the model agency had a pretty big office building. When I later talked to the receptionist and explained my errand she guided me to a waiting room and I sat down there. The receptionist suddenly came and gave me a glass of champagne for free. I believed I was getting the royal treatment and drank it, stupid thing to do. She had an evil grin on her face as she saw me take a sip. Soon I started to feel dizzy, but not in a bad way. The buzz I felt was nothing like what alcohol can give you, this was something else.
Of course the drink contained some sort of drug that had a strange effect on me. It made me feel euphoric, obedient and submissive. I was overwhelmed by a strong sensation that everything was fine. Yes, I knew I was drugged against my will, a very serious thing. But due to the drug I felt no anger or stress over that. Instead I just felt alright, like everything was great. The "slave drug" made my psyche completely open to any suggestion from outside. If someone had told me to jump off a cliff at that point I would have done it.
A door suddenly opened and a man approached me. He looked like a doctor or scientist with his white lab coat. The man said that all my possessions, including my life, now belonged to the company he represented. I nodded in agreement. He went on to inform me that I was never to leave this building alive. I was to become a sex slave and a milk cow. Again I nodded in total agreement, as if that had been my plan all along. After that he asked for my identification. He also found out that nobody knew I went there, that information seemed to please him. After that he ordered me to remove all me clothing. I instantly obeyed him. From that moment on, I was to be naked for the rest of my life.
He led me into his doctor's office. It felt so strange to walk in there naked, the floor felt cold to my naked feet. He told me that he was going to inject my tits with a substance that would make my tits grow and produce milk. I was ordered to stand in front of him, facing him, as he prepared his syringes, one for each breast.
I was ordered to keep my arms raised above my head, presenting my breasts to him. "These tits are perfect for milk production" he said, while looking exited.
I stayed in position whilst the doctors needle penetrating my right breast. I hardly noticed the pinch of the syringe because of the drug I had taken. I should be screaming in pain since it was a sensitive area, a big needle and a large injection. I could feel the strange liquid as it started to take up space inside my breast. The slave drug I had taken before must have been pretty powerful stuff. After that he did the same thing to my left boob. Then he gave me a plaster band-aid on each boob and also gave me a more general medical checkup.
After that I was sent to what seemed to be a prison cell. It was a small room, barely big enough to have a bed in it and a toilet. I sat down on the bed and time started to fly by. There was a video camera in the ceiling, so I was constantly being watched. There was also a TV in the corner of the room. It always featured the same show on loop. The show was about cows on green pastures bellowing and eating grass. The slave drug made it very hard to keep a coherent thought in my mind. Just as I was about to figure something out, the thought vanished and I had to start over mentally.
Every now and again, the doctor or someone else would walk in and pass me a cup of different pills. Because I was under the influence of the drug, I gladly consumed the new drugs without any protest. Because of this I was permanently under the influence of the "slave drug" and who knows what else. I was also given lots of fatty and sugar rich food. Much more then I could eat. I was ordered to eat as much as I could without vomiting. I tried my best. Everything I ate had lots of strawberries in it for some reason. Despite all that good eating my belly did not get any fatter; instead I just got a strange feeling in my tits. They always felt bloated and sore. I also noted that my skin was turning more and more white. At first I figured that it was due to the lack of sunlight.