It gets better

Two weeks later....

Despite her original misgivings, Kate came to enjoy a great deal of her time as a hucow. She had her own room, a small collection of books and films to watch in her down time, a personal washroom, and three square meals a day.

That being said, she did need to put in the hours. At least a third of her day was spent pumping her gargantuan milkers for their creamy bounty. Ever since her first session, Kate's breasts only became more accustomed to the new sensations and pleasures the experience gave her. Her total output was crazy, with an hour of milking yielding up to 1.5 gallons of milk, maybe 1 and quarter if she was really engorged. Her room had its own set of equipment, mostly for the sake of efficiency. It even allowed her to multitask while expressing milk.

The job also had other downsides. Since she was in captivity, she couldn't really contact anyone in the facility, much less the outside world. Her only visitors were her assigned physicians or a random spot check by the guards. She missed being home, seeing friends, and spending time with her family. But, her situation wasn't totally bleak.

With her new body and the regular milkings, she received outrageously awesome orgasms. Her nipple sensitivity was so high she could cum just from toying with them. And when she climaxed, her product output became noticeably higher. So, the crew supplied her with a near-limitless supply of porn and a handful of toys for her personal use. As much as she loved her husband, she didn't orgasm half as much, nor feel them so intensely, back when she was still with him. If only her sex life was this good before she was taken.

In fact, Kate was in the midst of enjoying one such an experience when she found herself unexpectedly visited by one of her doctors.

"Enjoying yourself?" the caretaker said, their voice muffled by their face mask.

"J-Jesus, doc. D-d-don't you people know how to.... ugh... knock?" Kate uttered, reeling from her orgasm.

"Apologies for the interruption. I can see you're very busy pleasuring yourself. But there is an important matter we need to discuss." the doctor went on. It was then that Kate noticed the manila folder at the plastic-clad worker's side.

"Fine." Kate pouted, shutting off her breast pumps. A slight pop could be heard as she pulled the devices from her nipples. "What's this about now?"

The doctor opened the folder and began reading its contents before proceeding.

"We've been monitoring you closely for the past few days, Mrs. Upton. As you know, we've been noticing sharp upticks in production during periods of sexual gratification."

Kate nodded, gesturing for him to go on.

"Furthermore, you've proven to be an invaluable asset. Your yields greatly exceed a number of our other cows by a significant margin."

"Why do I feel like there's a 'but' coming?" Kate probed.

"But...." he continued

"Oh boy."

"Your rate of improvement has steadily dropped off. In your first week here, your rate of production increased by about 50%. In the past week, your production rate only increased by about 25%."

"So? I'm still the best you guys have got. You said it yourself! And as big as these things are, there's only so much the human body can do!" Kate scoffed, cupping her tits.

"I understand that." the scientist said, reassuring her. "However, my job is to tend to your body, report the numbers, and do what the higher-ups say. And for the past three days, I've been told to make the dropping numbers go the other way."

"Wait. What are you saying?" asked Kate, worriedly.

"I'm saying that our work here is just getting started. And our bosses aren't going to be satisfied until we make improvements."

Kate couldn't believe what she was hearing. She'd lost her normal life, her friends, her family, everything. Her body was an exaggerated parody of itself, being used like a barnyard animal. And now, they've come back to take more?

"What.... what are you going to do to me?" the model murmured.

"Well, we're not quite sure yet. Overall, you're in good health and your body has been very receptive to past treatments. To that end, we're still working out the best path forward. We'd hate to cause any irreversible damage or illness to such a pristine specimen." her physician explained.

Specimen. Producer. Cow. That's what she was to them. She wasn't a person, just an asset. Any care for her well-being was based solely in her status as a resource. Feelings of discontent swirled inside Kate's body, much like the milk swirling in her weighty chest.

The doctor finished his report before giving his goodbye, leaving Kate alone in her chamber.

"I can't take this." Kate thought to herself. "I've got to get out of here."