You produce more milk than anticipated

(This chapter is part of a multichapter smut scene.)

Two metal hoses, each with a suction cup on the end, emerge from the floor. They attach to your nipples and pull your stiff, leaking nubs taut. At the same time, you hear mechanical sounds behind you, followed by the unmistakable sensation of two huge dildos pressed against your pussy and asshole. “Uh, B-Blaire? Doesn’t this seem a bit ex- *TREEEEEEEEME!!!*”

The hoses begin sucking milk straight from your slutty cow tits, and the machine gets to work stuffing both your holes with thick, ribbed shafts. These must be a pair of those bitchbreakers you were looking at earlier! They’re so big you have to bite your bottom lip and wiggle your hips just to help them fit inside… Blaire just laughs and says, “Make lots of milk, okay?” The suction cups alternate their motion, each tug producing a potent squirt of dairy. At the same time, your sopping wet pussy is repeatedly invaded, and your tight asshole twitches and stretches as the exquisite rubber cock bottoms out inside you over and over again. Your love juices are already pooling at your feet, and your milk jugs shamefully respond to the sexual pleasure by leaking extra milk with every thrust. Between euphoric cries, you insist that you’re not a cow and beg Blaire to stop the experiment.

“Is it really that big of a deal?” Blaire asks. “You were already a cowgirl, now you’re a cow girl! It still has that ‘rural’ feel that Rifure Town is all about, right?”

“I’m not *OH* either of those things! I’m a classy *AH-AH-AH* lady! I’m *GAWD* sophisticated! I’m-”

Blaire laughs. She innocently states, “Actually, you’re a dumb country girl squirting milk out of her huge boobs like a farm animal. But that’s okay! I think this suits you perfectly! Both your body and mind were made for exactly what they’re doing now: producing milk and not thinking. You look gorgeous, Emilia! This is, without a doubt, exactly what a girl like you was made for!”

As time passes, the machine begins milking you more forcefully. The hoses push up, compressing your tits against your chest until they feel full to bursting, before giving them a heavy tug to **** thick spurts of milk out of you. The mechanical shafts keep hammering your holes the whole time, gradually fucking you harder and faster until your tongue rolls out. It’s as though the machine is trying to reinforce your lowly role as a dairy cow, and it’s wildly succeeding. Your self-esteem craters as you squirt milk nonstop out of your dangling milkbags in a manner much more fitting of livestock than a lady. Pussy juices, breast milk, drool… You’re leaking everywhere and letting out cries of pleasure like a backwater bimbo. The vacuum suction against your porcelain breasts is so intense, sucking long, continuous streams of milk from your captive nipples. Warm, coursing ecstasy lights up your pearly tits with the shameful joy of pumping out milk all the way to a boobgasm. It’s coming… This machine’s fucking you into a mess, milking you to your limit and making you cum like a dumb cow girl!

“*mmmMOOOOOOOOO!!!*” Intense quaking overtakes your body as you orgasm like a helpless milk cow in a machine designed to drain you. Your milk production goes into overdrive, making your slutty tits feel swollen and tight despite getting tugged, sucked, and milked as fast as the machine can manage. Your weak pussy and pliable asshole both clamp down as hard as they can, but it does nothing to abate the brutal pistons cramming themselves back and forth against your sensitive walls and forcing you to squirt like a whore for Blaire’s machine. As your milk pours forth with no end in sight, the suction cups come detached from your boobs. Your shaking, wailing, orgasming body ends up spraying milk everywhere as sparking microspasms in your nipples cause such sharp pleasure you have to curl your toes to endure. You’ve definitely been demoted from classy lady to dairy cow…

The robotic voice speaks over your slutty moans. “Dairy production exceeded storage capacity. Ceasing extraction.” That’s great, but the dildos are still fucking you as hard as ever, stretching your holes and making you spill milk all over the floor from your engorged, milky globes!

“Awww, you got milk on my lab coat…” Blaire pouts. “And the tank is full, too.” You hear a shuffling of fabric, followed by the sound of Blaire plopping her bare ass on the ground beneath you. Is she sitting down there, completely naked…?

“B-Blaire!? Is this *HAHH* still part of the experiment?”

You can hear the ends of her lips curled into a smile as she answers, “No, I’m just thirsty. Ahhhh… They’re so big…”

Blaire latches her little hands onto your milky melons and mauls them ravenously. You squeal as your sensitive breasts are treated like stress balls, smushed and pressed and squeezed in every direction by the playful researcher. You’d like to be offended, but your dumb, milky cow body feels instant relief from Blaire’s disrespectful treatment. Even though the experiment is supposedly over, the rubber dildos haven’t let up at all. In fact, your weak spots feel like they’ve expanded, becoming enormous targets that the machine hits every time! All you can do is let out sweet and distressed cries of pleasure as your throbbing nipples are rolled and rubbed as well, forcing you to spray milk all over and make more of a mess than you already have.

Once she’s finished watching jets of dairy shoot out of your boobs like udders, the milk-obsessed scientist wraps her wet lips around your nipple, causing milk to slide smoothly out of your chest and down her throat. It’s a compulsion that your body heeds without question, as though you’ve somehow become this cute scientist’s caretaker. Your head fills with the image of an adorable girl sitting under you, totally naked and covered in milk like a degenerate as she sucks your milk straight from the tap. It makes you feel annoyingly warm and fuzzy, and you just can’t help but smile at the thought of how happy the little cinnamon roll is with your total degradation. She’s just a spoiled brat who does whatever she wants, and here you are, generously pampering her as though she’s got you wrapped around her finger. That warped fulfillment from getting used as Blaire’s personal jug of endless milk only multiplies the pleasure of getting plowed by a pair of huge, textured shafts. You splash your slutty juices with each thrust into your defenseless holes, while at the same time you have to endure Blaire’s tongue pressing, sliding, and bullying your sensitive nipple into submission. As the needy scientist and her machine stoke the flames of your disgraceful pleasure, you can’t help but devolve into another orgasm as you give her all the disgraceful breast milk she wants.

“*mmmMOOOOOO!!!*” you shamefully cry again. Your untouched pussy squirts across the lab as your porcelain milk sacks start overflowing yet again. Your domesticated tits gush milk, and the greedy girl gulps it all down her gullet. Between swallows, her muffled moans of satisfaction vibrate through your boob like waves of pleasure, generating more bubbly milk within your orgasmic breasts for Blaire to indulge in. Meanwhile, your ass and cunt are both flagging surrender as they spasm nonstop, but it doesn’t even earn you an ounce of mercy from the machine. The rubber cocks keep prying your tunnels loose and smashing your sensitive spots until every conscious thought is replaced with a haze of dumb lust truly befitting of a cow girl. The whole time, your other boob receives a vigorous milking by Blaire’s hand. She holds the release valve for the monumental pressure in your milk-stuffed tit and tugs down repeatedly, causing you to shoot stream after thick stream of milk all over the floor, and probably getting a lot of milk on her as well. The adorable angel gets to live in her own milk-doused heaven as your body’s feminine instincts are abused, leaving you **** but to grant her each and every wish. Then again, the wet shlicking sound coming from beneath you doesn’t sound very angelic, and neither does Blaire’s voice as she pops her mouth free from your tit and lets out a lewd cry.

“So big… So good! Emilia, you’re the perfect cow girl! Your boobs are the best! *I LOVE DUMB COUNTRY GIRLS!!!*” A torrent of girlcum squirts out from underneath you, then another, and another… That cute, innocent girl is sitting under you, naked, drenched, and cumming her brains out! While one of her hands is busy reminding you that you’re still her personal dairy cow, you can hear the other hand going to town on her soaking wet twat. She gulps down your milk as she frigs herself silly, only pausing to wail way too cutely. You can only imagine the sight of her, the playful and carefree scientist now sweaty and aroused as she masturbates with reckless abandon. With her fingers knuckle-deep in her pussy and her face coated by milk and bliss, the thought of her lewdness is enough to push you over the edge again. You join Blaire’s cries of hedonistic pleasure as her lips and fingers turn your proud breasts into squeezable, climaxing milk tanks. The shafts shoving themselves inside you show no signs of stopping anytime soon, and Blaire’s selfish thirst seems absolutely endless. It looks like you’ll be stuck servicing Blaire as a stupid dairy cow for quite a while, a fact which Blaire confirms as she wraps both hands around your boob and squeezes like it’s a bag of icing. Your milk is endless… You can’t stop lactating…

As you gain consciousness, you find yourself face down on the floor, resting mostly on your tits like they’re flotation devices. Beneath you isn’t just a puddle, but an ocean of milk, and the churning in your chest assures you that you’re still not finished making milk.

As you stand on wobbling legs, you quickly spot Blaire just a couple feet away. She’s sleeping in a state of total bliss. Even when she’s covered in milk, coating her skin and drenching her white hair, she still looks like a pure angel. How…? You’re starting to feel a bit guilty about ogling her while she’s asleep… You should probably pretend this never happened.

You spot your clothes on the ground near the door, and quickly make your way to get dressed and leave. The good news is, your tube dress can just barely contain your nipples. The bad news is, it’s so tight against your boobs that they’re constantly squirting out milk, and the fabric of your dress is stretched so thin that the milk easily squirts through. You look a lot less classy in this dress now than you did when you got here, and the classiness of such a showy dress was suspect in the first place. You’re gonna have to walk back to the Pokemon Center like this? Oh no…