Warden Testing

Bianca has been called every insult under the sun, in languages she'd never even bothered to learn. Yet it was the words out of the stupid woman in a lab coat's mouth after spending the last 20 minutes putting her through ridiculous diagnostic tests that enraged her more than anything she'd ever heard.

"She's essentially harmless now," the scientist said.

It was like being slapped in the face, all her work at being dangerous and respected gone in one fell swoop. Worse was the way the woman looked at her as if she was a declawed cat or fighting the urge to pat her on the head. Declawed would be putting what was done to her lightly. Rounds of testing in the lackluster facilities the Wardens had revealed that her powers hadn't been entirely neutralized, but that was worse in a way. The traces left were nothing more than enough to lift herself off the ground for a few seconds or make the people around her happy with her if they got close enough, and vice versa considering she softened in adoration and supplication whenever near someone else. Nothing that could get her back to her empire. Nothing that would ever let her be Goddess again.

"MMMMMOOOOOO!" She cried out, angry at this stupid world for reducing her to this...this...outright humiliating form! Victoria, standing beside her, gave a practiced stroke to Bianca's hair, soothing her. She hated that it worked. Hated that she could feel herself lean into her touch and relax. But even that hate was easing out of her. Bianca's tits leaked. Whatever Cryptid had done to her had come with stupid little cheat codes and tricks like that to control her, corral her. Thankfully only Victoria had brought her into the testing, sparing her of more embarrassment.

"Sorry, Alison," Victoria told the scientist. The two of them had been having a conversation without Bianca for nearly the entirety of their trip, further reminding Bianca that she wasn't like them anymore. Hardly anyone bothered trying to talk to Bianca anymore unless it was to tease her. "She hasn't been, uh, tended to since this morning."

Bianca's cheeks flushed, the indignancy of having the tentacled bitch yank and squeeze her chest earlier today flooding her mind. But Victoria was right, her chest was heavy and it only took a touch for her to make a mess of the floor. Honestly it was a small blessing that the **** had made her bottom heavy as well, otherwise she would constantly be falling forward. Her thighs and rear were pushing Victoria's lent bike shorts to their absolute limit. It was the only thing stretchy enough to fit her, her previous left on the battlefield she'd been defeated at. A hole had been cut out for her stupid cowtail, which swished this way and that. The trenchcoat she wore on the way here was casually thrown over a chair, her pale and massive chest on full display.

"Actually, the folks over at R&D had a potential solution to that after hearing about her...condition," the scientist said. Before Bianca could moo, er, yell, at this curse being called something as benign as a condition as if it wasn't done to her, the woman had zipped to her desk and returned holding a mess of strings.

"Oh god," Victoria said, realizing what it was before Bianca. How dare she. But Bianca played nice, Victoria's hand still in her hair.

"Moo?"

Victoria looked down at her, making deliberate eye contact rather than staring at her bare breasts or dumb horns like everyone else did. “Just…try to give it a chance okay?”

Her encouragement only made sense once the scientist had finished untangling the contraption. Bianca’s Moord in disagreement. No. Absolutely not. It was some whoreish, bastard child of the skimpiest bikini top she had ever seen and a harness, royal blue straps with some sort of medical looking tubes attached.

“It’s a bit…thin, but it’s actually quite strong. Crafted fabric that has some twill tape, Kevlar, elastic, and other things they insist will keep her back from going out carrying around her weight.” The scientist pulled at the straps, they did seem sturdy at least. She then grabbed the tubes, clinking the glass with her nails. “No electricity needed for these bad boys. Thermal energy drawn from the subject, but not much, just enough to let the suction get going and do its thing. Small holes at the end make for easier, uh, dispersal of the milk.”

“Tinker tech?” Victoria asked. Thank gosh she could ask the questions Bianca no longer could. Victoria crossed her arms, either suspicious of the device or subconsciously covering up her boobs at how candidly this woman was talking about the most humiliating experience of Bianca’s life. But even just hearing the word milk made her chest feel heavy. She needed it so badly.

“Yes, but fairly safe,” the woman assured them. “Only side effects we’ve discovered is that it will make her nipples larger and elongated over time and she’ll be a bit more sensitive. Her breasts will also likely get bigger for a few weeks before settling into a schedule. But overall less discomfort and this will let her milk whenever she needs it.

Bianca was starting to breathe a bit heavier, each reference to her growing situation making it clearer and clearer that preference was going out the window. She needed help. She needed to be touched and squeezed and sucked. Fuck, what was happening to her.

“Well at least it isn’t cow print,” Victoria mused, trying to bring some levity to the situation. Maybe she was right. It was at least more discreet than getting womanhandled by Breakthrough to find relief. Victoria stared at her as if wanting her permission, which was strange considering Victoria had all the power here. Bianca reluctantly nodded, groaning at how far she’d fallen.

The harness was put on her quickly, over her horns and around her arms until snug on her torso. The straps really were supportive at least, a braid of material going under her boobs to limit some of the sag. She mooed as Victoria’s sleeve grazed her chest. Bianca was already beyond sensitive, she couldn’t imagine it getting worse than this overwhelming feeling to croon right now. The mooing had gotten more animalistic since she was first transformed, each one starting deep in her throat. It felt so good to do it. So right and correct as if it was her purpose. Her mind was slowly going and she wished it would hurry up so she didn’t have to wallow in this self awareness that she was a cow now. One strong pull from Victoria on the back strap straightened her out, fixing her posture and arching her back.

The glass suction cups took their place over her nipples, eliminating all other thoughts. Bianca looked down at them, they were long but not wide enough to cover all of her pink nipples. How ridiculous. How correct and right. Oh how badly she wanted to be milked. With a few clinks on the glass by the scientist, Bianca finally got her wish, the tubes going taut against her body. They bobbled for a few seconds, then Bianca warmed, heat flushing all over her like a low fever.

“Mmmoooooooooo!” Bianca moaned. The suction was starting, the two other women staring at her like a lab rat. It felt so good that Bianca had to blink a few times to stay focused. She pawed at her crotch, pleasure making a mockery of her. It happened every time without fail when she got milked, her pussy would ache and beg to get similar treatment. Normally she’d be able to fight it off and keep her dignity but this was something else entirely.

Her nipples hardened, then gave up, milk going into the tubes. It was euphoric, purpose-fulfilling pleasure that made Bianca kick her leg like an itch was being scratched. Her tits were getting sucked by some lewd harness in front of her former enemy and Bianca just did not care anymore! She fell backwards, landing on her back with those stupid tubes bouncing this way and that but still sucking her dry.

“Is that normal?” Victoria asked the woman, but Bianca couldn’t focus on their conversation and getting her hand underneath the tight waistband of her shorts enough to hear the answer. Fuck normal. Normal went out the window when she was turned into this. All Bianca cared about right now was getting knuckle-deep inside of herself. Enough milk had gathered in the tube that it was leaking out of the hole at the end and spilling all over her chest. But Bianca couldn’t care about it as she finally got a finger against her wet cunt, sliding in and pumping herself silly. Her legs spread for better leverage and her back arched to really get in there. It felt so good! This was amazing! With her free hand, she grabbed her left tit and squeezed, mooing loudly without any regard to whoever the hell heard it. Milk shot out of the tube like a geyser.

The women in the room discussed important things that Bianca couldn’t bother to bore herself with anymore. They could handle decisions on her behalf. Bianca was hardly like them anymore anyway, she was a cow with instincts and pleasures that needed to be met. And so with her legs spread and pussy wet, Bianca met them.