A bit of a rough start

Vanessa left the room and returned to the entrance of the factory. The man led her through several corridors, and eventually they reached an office. There, a young woman with glasses greeted them.

"Hello," she said. "My name is Melanie, and I will be your guide throughout the process. Please follow me."

Melanie turned on her heels and walked away. Vanessa followed her, wondering what she meant by "process".

They reached a large room filled with rows of milking machines. The machines were similar to the ones she had seen before.

"These are our current new recruits," Melanie said. "Most of them are quite small. Their bodies take time to adapt to the formula."

"What is 'the formula'?", Vanessa asked Melanie.

"It is the specially crafted feed that makes our cows develop their breasts and lactate. It is automatically distributed to the extraction stations in pellet form."

"I see..." Vanessa said. "So I will be eating these... pellets as well?"

"Of course," Melanie answered. "They are very nutritious."

"But it's not normal food," Vanessa complained. "There's no meat!"

"You won't miss the meat, I assure you. It is not necessary for humans to consume animal protein. You will feel much better without it."

"Ok, I can live with that," Vanessa agreed. "Can I eat anything else?"

"You may eat whatever you wish," Melanie replied. "But the formula is very filling, so you may not have the appetite for anything else after it."

"And how often do I need to be milked?"

"Three times a day," Melanie answered. "Once in the morning, once in the afternoon, and one time before you leave work."

"I will need to be here every day?"

"Yes," Melanie confirmed. "We have a special schedule for you. You will start at 9:00 AM and finish at 5:00 PM."

"Then I'll be working full-time?"

"Yes," Melanie agreed. "For now, this is the best arrangement. If you perform well, we may change it later. We need you to stay around to make sure you receive a regular supply of the formula. Between the meals and the extractions, you will help out with various routine tasks at the plant."

"Routine tasks?" Vanessa asked.

"Yes," Melanie explained. "Our cows need to be cleaned, and kept healthy. You will be doing all of these things."

"Sounds boring," Vanessa said.

"Not necessarily," Melanie responded. "I'm sure there will be other ways to occupy your time."

"Well, let's hope so," Vanessa said.

"When will my milk start coming in?" Vanessa asked.

"Usually within three days," Melanie answered. "We will monitor you closely. Once the milk starts flowing, it usually continues for several weeks."

"I've never been milked before," Vanessa said. "Are you sure it isn't painful?"

"None of our cows complain about it," Melanie said. "All you need to do is cooperate."

"I guess I will manage," Vanessa said. "But please tell me more about these routine tasks."

"You will be cleaning the cows and assisting with the milking," Melanie explained. "You will also be moving equipment, collecting samples for testing, and helping with inventory."

"Sounds like a lot of work," Vanessa observed.

"It is," Melanie agreed. "But it is important work. Our dairy products must meet certain standards, otherwise we would lose our license."

"So this is a licensed dairy? Even though you produce human milk?"

"They're not exactly human. But I am already saying more than I should be. Let's go get you your first meal of the formula", Melanie said, quickly dismissing the question.

Vanessa followed her down the corridor and into a kitchen area. She was surprised to see many people standing around.

"Welcome, Miss" an older man said and gave Vanessa a full body scan with his gaze. "Please follow me to the feeding station."

He led Vanessa to the back of a big room. All the cows were lined up, waiting for their turn. One by one, each cow stepped forward and received its daily ration from a machine.

"Just get in line and grab your ration", the man said and nodded towards the end of the line.

The line moved slowly. Every minute or so, another cow stepped forward and got fed. Vanessa watched for some time in silence.

Finally, it was her turn. She stepped up to the machine and grabbed a handful of pellets.

"Here you go, Miss," the man said. "This is your first dose. Just chew on it till it dissolves."

Vanessa took the pellets in her mouth and chewed. It tasted like cardboard mixed with chalk.

After a few seconds, she swallowed the mixture. It didn't taste bad, but she couldn't say the same about the experience. The dissolved liquid was thick and gritty in her throat, and she felt nauseous almost instantly.

"Don't worry, Miss," the man said. "It will pass in a moment."

"Thanks," Vanessa said.

She stepped aside, feeling ill.

She turned away and leaned against the wall. Her stomach was heaving and churning. She couldn't believe how awful the stuff tasted. It made her want to puke.

As a second wave of nausea hit her, Vanessa instinctively clutched her chest. She hit the "fast access" flap held up with the strip of velcro, which opened quickly and Vanessa's giant breasts spilled out. At the same time, Vanessa's stomach turned and she vomited a long stream of thick, viscous goo onto her cleavage.

"What the hell?" Vanessa wondered, looking down at the mess. "That was disgusting!"

"No problem, Miss", the man said. "It happens almost every time."

Vanessa stared at him blankly.

"I mean, after you take your first dose."

Vanessa looked at him for a moment, then turned away. She felt embarrassed, and humiliated. She didn't care what anyone else thought. She just wanted to hide.

She turned and went back to the kitchen, where Melanie waited for her.

"Is everything OK, Vanessa?" Melanie asked.

"I feel sick," Vanessa replied. "Why does that happen? Is it normal?"

Melanie smiled and nodded. "Most cows get used to it."

Vanessa sighed. "I can't imagine getting used to this."

"Everyone handles it differently," Melanie said. "Some get sick as soon as they ingest the formula, others don't until later."

"Oh," Vanessa said. "I'll try to handle it better next time. Thanks."

"Now, let's go upstairs so you can wash yourself off."