A few basic upgrades

After some indeterminable amount of time, Kate finally came to. While she shook off her grogginess, she noticed her surroundings had changed.

This time, she was in what looked like a barn-themed cubicle. The walls appeared to be wooden, hay and straw were littered about the floor, and there seemed to be some machinery stowed in the corner. In spite of these changes, she was still bound in the same position as before. And furthermore, the new scenery was hardly Kate's primary concern.

When she looked down at her chest, she let out a muffled scream. Her breasts, formerly 34Ds, were now gargantuan. Before, they were slightly larger than handfuls. Now, each mass was easily the size of a watermelon, if not bigger. There wasn't a cup size Kate could even bring to mind that would accurately describe them.

And that wasn't all that had changed. Her nipples had also grown, each one sticking an inch out and as thick as a AA battery. From each of her swollen teats, a thin stream of white fluid leaked onto the stall floor.

Kate was no stranger to lactation. After all, she had a daughter of her own and breastfed her infant proudly. So, she was painfully aware of the pressure building in her chest. She was beyond engorged. Without getting relief soon, the feeling would only get worse.

The door to her stall swung open, and another worker in biohazard gear entered the space. Unlike before, this person said nothing, only grabbing the equipment in the corner and setting it before Kate.

That's when it hit her. It wasn't just any tool or contraption. It was a milker. The clear cylinders attached to the hoses reminded her all too well of her breast pump. Only this wasn't meant for ordinary humans. No. It was clearly the kind used for animals.

Kate looked to her captor and shook her head adamantly. Muted cries for mercy were blocked by the gag covering her orifice. No matter how much it hurt, no matter how desperately she needed a release, she couldn't handle the idea of being reduce to human livestock. But to her misfortune, the figure continued and activated the device.

With the worker's assistance, the intakes sealed themselves on her oversized nipples and began to suck. Kate screamed in a mixture of pleasure and shame as her milk gushed into the apparatus. Tears ran down her cheeks while her tits jiggled and jostled in borderline orgasmic release. Whatever made her tits bigger clearly made them more sensitive too. In that moment, Kate couldn't decide what was worse: the fact this was happening to her, or the fact that she actually kind of liked it.