Chapter 2: Preparations

My head hurt, as my eyes slowly fluttered open. I could feel myself on a cold, merciless table, my arms and legs restrained with metal shackles with very little slack. I lifted my head to see I was in some sort of patient's gown.

A man in a lab coat approached, it was Dr. Kovak. "Ahh, good, Ms. Lotuya, I'm glad you're awake, I was just about to get started. It's always better when someone knows what's going to happen to them."

"W-where am I? What happened to me?!" I screamed.

"Well, I'm honoring my promise that I'd show you where Mariebelle and Oliva worked last, their last task at this facility was being processed into lovely hucows for some of our more eccentric customers. I'm sure they're happy and fulfilled in their new role..." He looked right at me, "I think you'd be happy to be a hucow as well, detective."

My heart sunk, as I knew this wasn't going to end well. "P-please, just let me go...I'm FBI, if you do something to me, there'll be consequences."

Dr. Kovak started chuckling loudly, "Oh, my dear Ms. Lotuya...As soon as you came here, we knew you were just a small time private investigator looking to make a buck."

I gulped, wondering how they had already figured me out. "H-how'd you know?!"

The doctor scratched his chin, pondering, "I should probably tell you since it won't matter in a little bit anyways. Your badge was plenty convincing, the problem lies in the fact that you didn't know who you were messing with. We have a 'partnership' with the FBI and many governmental organizations. We would know if one of theirs were cracking down on us." He smiled.

"W-what do you mean? This is a farming company!?" I blurted out.

"Not exactly, detective. That's just a front for our other operations. We provide the 'talent' for a lot of clubs, and some special ladies for very wealthy men." He started to walk to a different part of the room to pull a heavy tubular machine on wheels toward the table. It was a large cylinder with a clear plastic cover, and I could see various tubes and wires inside, it looked like there was a slot that the table I was on would slide into.

I kept trying to break my restraints, "W-what is that?"

The doctor paid little care to my attempts to break free, he probably has seen this before, "Well, we've gotten pretty good at changing human beings, both physically and mentally. For the last year or so, we've been perfecting a new process that's more efficient and direct. The old processes were based on subliminal messaging and dieting and used to take weeks, or even a month." It was scary how clinical he made this all sound. "...It wasn't very practical for our increasing demand, not to mention a lot of projects were very rebellious. In less than about 3 hours, you're mind will be that of a docile, obedient, hucow, and your body will be primed for the next stage. That'll be a bit longer, but you won't be able to tell. You'll be a lot more simple." He patted my head before beginning to slide the table into the machine's slot.

"N-no... Please, I'm begging you, don't do this! I have a boyfriend, and my parents, and friends...I'll do anything if you let me go!" Tears began flowing down my cheeks.

Dr. Kovak shook his head, "Sorry, Detective Lotuya, maybe you should never have come here. We can't let you leave the way you are now. But, once the process is complete, you won't mind anymore, so it will be okay. You'll make a lot of rich men very happy, and I am sure many of them will enjoy drinking the milk from your big, heavy breasts." He finished pushing the table I was on into the slot, and he closed the machine doors behind my head.

Above me were the various tubes I saw, there were two with cups attached, and three others, two by my head, and one by my legs. I tried crying out to the doctor, but either he did not care any longer, or he could not hear me.

I saw him tap a button on a tablet screen and the machine I was in roared to life.