The Tanakas Visit the Milking and Breeding Facility

To disperse Yumi's doubts the Tanakas had booked a free tour at one of the most prestigious facilities, belonging to the Lactotronica Corporation. The Tanakas arrived at the facility, the grandeur of Mammopolis evident in the gleaming skyscrapers surrounding them. The facility itself was a strikingly modern structure—its clean lines and reflective glass walls creating an almost impersonal, futuristic façade. As they approached, the building’s imposing presence seemed to loom over them, a beacon of the city's obsession with status and prestige. On ground level they could already see the Dairy Queens in their milking machines through the huge showcase windows - but unlike in the documentary, they looked calm and relaxed.

Inside, the lobby was a study in clinical precision. Polished white floors, pristine glass surfaces, and a subtle hum of artificial climate control created an atmosphere that was both cold and meticulously organized. The air was cool and almost antiseptic - this could have been some high-tech chip factory from the looks of it.

Their guide, Ms. Kasawale, greeted them with an enthusiastic smile that lit up her expressive face. She was a vibrant, curvaceous Black woman in her mid-forties with an easy charm. Her skin was a rich, warm brown, and her hair was styled in a series of tight, stylish curls that framed her face. Her uniform—a sleek, form-fitting outfit in shades of blue and white—accentuated her massive chest and ass and the strength of her build. Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of pride and curiosity as she led the Tanakas through the facility.

"Welcome to our state-of-the-art facility," Ms. Kasawale said, her voice smooth and engaging. "Here, we ensure the highest standards for our Dairy Queens and Breeding Cows. As you can see, everything is designed for efficiency and comfort."

Mr. Tanaka’s gaze swept across the lobby, his expression a blend of admiration and expectation. "Very impressive," he said, turning to Yumi with an encouraging nod. "Yumi, this is where you could be working. The conditions here are far better than I expected."

Yumi’s attention was immediately drawn to the large, transparent windows that offered a full view of the main milking area. The room beyond was stark and clinical, but it was a far cry from the grim, chaotic scenes she had seen in the documentary. Here, the women were organized, working in synchronized efficiency. Their large, veiny breasts were visible as they were milked by sophisticated machines designed to ensure maximum comfort and productivity. The room was designed not just for function but for showcase, highlighting the prestige of its workers and the value of their contributions.

"I didn’t think it would be so... public," Yumi said, her voice tinged with apprehension as she watched the women at work. Some of them seemed to really enjoy the process, or were they clenching their fists in pain? The transparent walls served not only to showcase the Dairy Queens but also to display the efficiency and cleanliness of the operation, presenting a polished image of the industry.

Ms. Kasawale noticed Yumi’s unease and offered a reassuring smile. "It’s understandable to feel that way at first. But remember, being here is a symbol of success and status. The women you see are respected members of society. Their contributions are invaluable."

Mr. Tanaka’s gaze was fixed on the women, his expression a mix of admiration and contemplation. “Look at them, Yumi. Their breasts... they’ve grown even larger, more defined. It’s as if their bodies have been reshaped entirely for this purpose.”

Yumi’s eyes widened as she took in the sight. The women’s breasts were indeed enormous, their skin stretched taut bulging veins crawling towards their areolas like rivers, “They’re... enormous. And their skin... ” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ms. Kasawale stepped closer, sensing Yumi’s growing apprehension. “The hormone treatments are meticulously calibrated to enhance milk production. Specialized diets rich in key nutrients also play a crucial role. Over time, these women’s bodies adapt to the demands placed on them. Their breasts grow larger, more productive, and their overall health is carefully monitored.”

Mr. Tanaka nodded, pointing to the broadness of the women’s hips. “I see how their hips have changed too. It’s like their bodies have been optimized for this work.”

Ms. Kasawale’s expression remained steady, though her eyes held a glint of pride. “Indeed. The hips widen to support the weight of their breasts and to prepare them for potential breeding duties. It’s all about efficiency and productivity. These women have undergone years of specialized care to reach this level. They’re among the most productive Dairy Queens in Mammopolis, and their contributions are highly valued.”

Yumi’s mind raced as she absorbed the scene. The vision of herself undergoing a similar transformation was both daunting and strangely alluring. “Is this what would happen to me?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “Would I... look like them after a few years?” She couldn't really imagine her tiny frame bloating into one of these mighty matriarchical figures.

Ms. Kasawale’s tone was gentle, yet firm. “If you choose this path, your body would adapt in a similar way, though every individual responds differently. With your natural endowments, you have the potential to excel here. You could rise to become one of the greats, perhaps even be considered for breeding.”

Mr. Tanaka, sensing an opportunity to reinforce his point, turned to Yumi with renewed urgency. "Exactly. Yumi, you’re different from your mother and most other girls. Your figure is a gift. You could excel here, maybe even rise to the top. Look at Ms. Kasawale—she’s done well for herself and doesn't look so bad either after years of being milked, fed and bred."

Ms. Kasawale’s smile remained warm, though there was pride in her eyes as she casually put her hand onto her wide hip. "It’s true. My time as a Dairy Queen and Breeding Cow brought me many opportunities. And while it’s challenging, it’s also a path to recognition and respect. The transparency of our facility isn’t just for show—it’s a way to demonstrate our commitment to high standards and to celebrate the achievements of our Dairy Queens."

Yumi turned to Ms. Kasawale, her curiosity piqued despite her lingering doubts. "But... being a Breeding Cow... what exactly does that mean?"

Ms. Kasawale paused, her gaze thoughtful. "It’s an honor reserved for the most productive and valued members of our industry. Those chosen are celebrated for their contributions. In my career, I have given birth to 20 future Dairy Queens, some of them working with me here. It's like my own little family."

Mr. Tanaka’s expression was one of earnest encouragement. "Yumi, you could do it. Your boobs are perfect for this. You're not like the other girls. This could be your chance to make something of yourself, to help our family rise."

Mrs. Tanaka, standing close to Yumi, placed a gentle hand on her daughter’s shoulder. Her eyes were filled with both support and concern. "It’s a lot to take in, but we just want what’s best for you. This could change everything."

Yumi took a deep breath, her heart racing as she tried to reconcile the polished, pristine environment of the facility with the more unsettling aspects she had previously imagined. "I know you both want the best for me... I just need some time to think."

Ms. Kasawale nodded understandingly, her demeanor as warm as ever. "How about I show you the rest of the facility?" Mr. Tanaka nodded, but his wife decided to go back to the lobby and wait there for them.

The sterile, fluorescent lights of the milking facility cast a harsh, clinical sheen over everything. The vast, open space of the milking area was a stark contrast to the sleek, modern surroundings. Women in various stages of milking were on display—each a testament to the surreal and almost otherworldly standards of Mammopolis's Dairy Industry.

Ms. Kasawale guided Yumi and Mr. Tanaka through the facility with an air of professional pride. Her deep ebony skin glistened under the lights, and her overdeveloped figure jiggled with each step. She exuded a blend of enthusiasm and understanding, aware of the weight the day held for Yumi.

“This is Yumi Tanaka and her father, Mr. Tanaka,” Ms. Kasawale announced, leading them toward one of the most striking figures in the stable. “I’d like you to meet Reiko, one of our most esteemed Dairy Queens.”

Yumi’s breath caught as she approached Reiko, who was positioned on all fours in the center of the stable. Reiko’s breasts, so massive they nearly brushed the ground, were a remarkable sight—thick veins ran prominently beneath her skin, extending toward her areolas. The sight was both awe-inspiring and daunting, her skin was riddled with stretchmarks on hips and breasts, the result of years of hormonal treatments and a highly specialized regimen.

“Hello, Reiko,” Yumi said, her voice a mix of awe and nervousness. “I’ve never seen anyone like you before. Your... physique is remarkable. How long have you been working here?”

Reiko turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting Yumi’s with a warm, though tired, smile. Her voice was unsteady, carrying the weight of years in the facility. “I’ve been ... uuuhh... with the facility for over twenty ... ahhhh ... years now. Excuse me.... ahh ... It takes dedication and care to reach ... ahhh ... this level, but it’s been my life’s work.” Ms. Kasawale explained: “Don't mind her moaning, milk pumping with an industrial pump can be quite ... let's say stimulating."

Mr. Tanaka’s eyes were glued to Reiko, captivated by the sheer scale of her transformation. “It’s incredible,” he said, his voice tinged with admiration and something darker. “The level of detail and care in this job must be immense. What kind of regimen do you follow to maintain such a... mass?”

Reiko’s eyes twinkled with a mix of pride and fatigue. “A lot of it is about adhering to a specialized diet. Ho... hormonal treatments are crucial for enhancing milk production and maintaining our weight. It’s demanding nnnggghnn.”

As Yumi and Reiko spoke, Mr. Tanaka’s gaze wandered over the intricate details of Reiko’s form. His eyes followed the pronounced veins that meandered down her breasts, and he noted the pronounced curvature of her hips. His hands, though careful, traced the outline of Reiko’s hip and flank, marvelling at the smooth, taut skin that spoke of both extensive medical intervention and natural grace. Next to Reiko he felt insignificant and tiny.

Yumi’s curiosity was piqued. “It must be rewarding, no? Do you ever think about moving up the ranks, or is this where you feel most accomplished?”

Reiko’s smile grew softer, and her body seemed to relax. Ms. Kasawale casually reached for a towel and swabbed Reiko's intimate areas with it. “Moving up is a long and rigorous path. Many women in my position find contentment here, as the work is highly valued and respected,” she explained, “Reiko here, has never wanted to be anything else than a Dairy Queen.”

Yumi, absorbing the gravity of Reiko’s fate and the setting around her, turned to Ms. Kasawale. “I appreciate this insight. It’s a lot to take in, but it’s clear that dedication to this work is both a privilege and a significant responsibility.”

Mr. Tanaka, still admiring the intricate details of Reiko’s form, nodded. “Yes, it’s evident that this facility takes great pride in its work. It certainly gives us a lot to consider.”