With a risky scheme

It was only two days after her physician's visit that Kate planned to make her move. For her plan to work, she needed to be quick, careful, and lucky.

Roughly a week into her time here, a technician visited her cell to perform maintainance on the intake valves of her room's built-in breast pumps. At the time, her mammaries had apparently exceeded the expected capacity of the machine and put stress on the machinery. Ironic, since her overseers now wanted her to give even more.

Kate's plan was simple: overload the pumps, jump the repair man, exit her room, then find a way out of the facility. Once outside, she could get help. It wasn't much, but given her situation, she was rather short on options.

And while all facets of her escape had their risks, there was one potential roadblock early on. To put enough strain on the pumps, she'd need a major let-down, more than she'd ever expressed before. Otherwise, the valves would hold and the mechanic wouldn't show.

So, Kate spent the last 36 hours resisting the urge to relieve her swollen teats, allowing the pressure to build to excrutiating levels. She'd never felt so full in her entire life. Every small jiggle, even the slightest jostle, seemed to shake the building fluid about in her breasts. Kate was afraid of letting them touch anything, lest any rubbing or stroking cause her to spring a leak.

When the day finally came to an end, Kate was finally ready to put things in motion. Her whole body shook as she secured the nozzles to her stiff, tender nipples. Before even hitting the "on" switch, she could feel droplets of milk seeping into the machine.

As she activated the device, she was instantly overwhelmed by the sucking action at her chest. Milk surged out of her and into the machine at an unprecedented pace. Kate was beginning to wonder if she might even burst the attached reservoir.

It would be accurate to say that the experience was crippling, as she found herself unable to withstand the **** on her senses. Her arms and legs were like jelly.

"Shit! I can't give out like this!" Kate screamed internally. "If I can't get control of myself soon, I won't have enough energy to get out of here!"

Luckily, she did not have to panic completely. She was barely on the machine for 10 minutes before a burning smell filled the air and the mouth-pieces' suction ceased. Kate breathed deeply, regaining herself. Her breasts still felt full, but no longer painfully so. And soon enough, she'd get her shot at freedom.

Tony was making his way down to the lockers when his walkie-talkie began beeping loudly.

"Ugh. The fuck do they want now?" he mused to himself.

He lifted the communicator to his face and answered the call.

"What now? This better be good, because my shift ends in ten." he begrudgingly asked.

"We have a blown intake in one of the cow's quarters. You know how the boys upstairs get when they lose out on the goods." said a voice behind the static.

"Fuck me." Tony muttered before responding.

"Fine! I'll fix the damn pumps, but then I'm outta here!" the frustrated mechanic said into the walkie-talkie.

He spent his walk to the designated room cussing and swearing, lamenting his situation.

"Fucking shithead freaks. What kind of fucked-up company does this sort of shit anyway? I could've used my engineering degree at a normal dairy factory! But noooooooo! There's no money in that! You've gotta work for the shady fuckers who milk human women! Goddamn perverts!"

When he finally reached the right room, he swiped his staff ID at the door. The locking mechanism released, granting him passage to the interior. He immediately picked up on the odor of melted plastic, and noticed the heavy-chested blonde sitting in a thin pool of milk. She seemed familiar, but that wasn't too surprising. Most of the cows here were famous for one reason or another.

"Damn, you must've busted this thing pretty good." Tony stated, walking closer to the malfunctioning mechanism.

"Oh, and you should probably get back." he warned her. If something went wrong and the girl got hurt, it'd be his ass.

Without speaking, the girl nodded and retreated to her bed.

As Tony worked on the milker, he failed to notice the buxom babe grabbing the heaviest stack of books she could muster. Silently, she tip-toed from behind him, raising the books above her head, poised to strike. The engineer was too absorbed in his work to realize he was in danger.

"Alright. I see the culprit here. I think I can-"

It only took a single strike. After a solid blow to the head, Tony was rendered ****, slumped over the half-repaired device.

Wasting no time, Kate threw her books back onto the bed and began stripping down the mechanic. His grey jumpsuit, while a tad long, was also quite baggy, and would hide her bosom nicely. Grabbing a rubber band from her newly acquired tool belt, she did up her hair before securing his mask and goggles onto herself. She dragged the poor man to the bathroom, hoping that hiding him might buy her more time. Before making her exit, she checked out her disguise in the mirror. Her chest stuck out slightly, but if she slouched enough, the man's work vest did a decent enough job of hiding her curves.

Kate took out the ID she pocketed off the worker.

"Tony Costanza." she read aloud. "Thanks for the hall pass, Tony."

With a swipe at her door's card reader, the path to freedom was now opened.