A Quick Drain

As Daisy stands in the entrance to Helen's office, waiting for one of us to answer her, Helen and I just look at each. It's obvious that we're both expecting the other person to say something.

"You already know what I think you should do," Helen eventually speaks up.

"I know..." I respond reluctantly.

Helen wants me to go back to handling the other women and let her focus on Violet. I can't say I love that idea, but I understand where she's coming from. She probably thinks this is the perfect excuse for me to start distracting myself again, which has already proven to be an at least somewhat effective coping mechanism. Ugh... I suppose I don't have any better options, so I might as well listen to her.

"You can come in, Daisy. Do you need something?" I ask while turning back to her.

"Yeah, um... I was hoping we could have a quick session today so I didn't have to come in tomorrow," Daisy explains as she steps closer to us.

"Are you sure you'll be able to last until Monday if we do that?" Helen asks her. "Remember what happened last week."

Last week? What happened last week? It sounds like I must have missed something. I guess that's inevitable when you have your attention split between so many different women.

"I'll be fine... probably..." Daisy responds.

"If you say so. Why don't you grab the equipment yourself? We've done this enough that you should be able to get it all in your own," Helen tells her.

Daisy doesn't say anything. She just nods her head and walks over to a nearby set of drawers. It's still weird to see such a chatterbox act so shy, though I probably would be too if I started lactating and the only people who could help me were the dean of my school and one of my random classmates.

Helen looks at me and gestures toward Daisy as if to say "now's your chance." I glance at Daisy and realize that her back is turned to us. Ah, I see. Not the most eloquent way to do this, but it works, so I can't really complain. I pull out the remote and lock-on to Daisy. Sure enough, she's ready for a new attribute. Helen gives a proud smile, which makes me roll my eyes and laugh a little. After giving her a second to silently bask in the moment, I hit the red button.

- SELECTED TARGET: DAISY WILLIAMS -

New Attribute Unlocked

FILL 'ER UP

Anytime the target orgasms, their breasts will immediately fill with milk.

Congratulations! Target DAISY WILLIAMS has now completed their identity transformation!

…uh... Is that it? That seems a bit simple for a level four.

"Fascinating. These final attributes really are impressive. I'm glad I got the chance to see one for myself," I hear Helen say next to me.

Okay, now I really don't understand. Am I missing something here?

"Are we reading the same attribute? It doesn't seem all that special to me. Interesting? Sure. But not as crazy as some of the other level fours," I whisper.

"Did you forget the fact that Daisy gains arousal from being milked? If my memory serves me correctly, you even told me that you once brought her to a climax for squeezing her breasts alone. That means that theoretically, she could produce a near limitless amount of milk," Helen whispers back.

Wait... is that true? Oh shit. I think it might be. I guess I hadn't thought about it that way. I mean, there's no way Daisy could have the energy to endlessly cum like that (nor would I want to subject her to that even if I could), but still, that's a lot of milk. And now that I think about it, the amount of milk in her tits is also what controls how much she acts like a cow. That means all it takes is making her orgasm once to get her down on all fours mooing like an farm animal. Damn.

What makes this attribute powerful isn't the effect it has on it's own (though that effect is still pretty nice), but instead how that effect synergizes with her other attributes. I've got to admit, that's actually kind of cool. Sure, attributes tend to build off each other, but this feels like it's taking that idea even further.

"I think I have everything." Our attention is suddenly snapped back up as we see Daisy standing in front of us with her milking equipment. "What are you guys looking at?"

"It's none of your concern. Now remove your top so we can begin," Helen quickly orders.

Daisy doesn't ask any more questions as she obeys Helen. I take the opportunity to put the remote away before Daisy has a chance to get a better look at it. Once she's topless, I hook her up to her pumps as Helen gets back to work. I watch as the girl starts moaning and squirming as milk is forcefully pushed out of her tits and into a container on the floor. As the machine continues, I notice her start to get louder and louder. Helen looks up from her computer as both of us realize what's about to happen.

"Oh... oh fuck... Ah! I... I'm gonna... AAAAH!" Daisy screams in pleasure.

The moaning starts to quiet down as Daisy begins to wobble a little. A small bit of drool starts to form from the corner of her mouth.

"Moooooo..." she drones.

"Uh oh. It looks like the pumps might be a bit too forceful for her. I don't know why I didn't consider that possibility," Helen muses.

I look over to see milk being continually pulled from Daisy's nipples, despite the fact that the containers are almost full. I wasn't initially planning to test out Daisy's new attribute right now, but it looks like that's what's happening now. Maybe I should have been paying a little more attention rather than just watching Daisy get worked up. Whoops.

"That's not going to be a problem is it?" I ask.

"Well, I don't know if we have enough empty bottles to hold all of this if she's completely full now."

"We can't just leave her like this. She came to get squeezed dry and all we've done is top her back off. And what if she cums again?"

"Hmm... I think we need to unhook her and milk her by hand. Here, let me take her. Can you find a few bowls or something? Anything that can hold a decent amount of liquid," Helen tells me as she gets up and walks over to Daisy.

What follows is at least a half hour of me running around looking for anything we can use to hold Daisy's milk. A decorative fruit bowl, some water bottles and coffee mugs, I even managed to convince someone in another office to lend me a candy jar on their desk.

"Ah! Matt! Stop her! Don't let her do that!" Helen calls out as she tries her best to gently coax milk out of Daisy's boobs.

I look over and notice that our cow girl has reached into her panties and started touching herself. Oh dear. If she knew about the attribute she just got, she might think twice about doing that. Well... assuming she had enough brain power to even give something that much thought right now...

I reach over and grab Daisy's wrist, yanking her hand out of her panties. Her animalistic lust causes her to crave more pleasure, forcing me to keep an eye on her. So now in addition to bowl fetching, I also end up on masturbation patrol. Luckily, the more milk Helen manages to get out, the more aware Daisy becomes of her surrounds, and in turn, the less willing she is to try and get off in front of us.

Eventually, after filling up around seven or eight improvised containers, Daisy's tits finally run dry. As we finish, Daisy just look around in confusion at just how much of her creamy liquid is around the room.

"D-did I make all of that?" She asks.

"You sure did. Now, do you think that you could run to the store and buy some more of those bottles that we can seal and store for later?" Helen asks her.

Helen makes sure to give Daisy an in-depth description of what she wants Daisy to buy as she hands the girl some money. Daisy still seems a little out of it, but does her best to pay attention.

"Oh, and Daisy?" Helen adds.

"Yeah?"

"No more masturbating at home," my assistant says stern without any sort of explanation.

"Wha...? I don't..." Daisy decides to just cut herself off and nod.

She is then sent off, leaving Helen and I to finally have a moment to rest.

"Note to self: when we get a place for all of us to live, we need to make sure we have a dedicated milking room for Daisy with plenty of storage equipment," Helen says.

"Yeah, that's probably a good call," I reply as I sit down on the floor to rest.

"But look on the bright side, our milk production business just expanding astronomically. Not to mention, we'll never run out of our own personal supply," Helen jokes.

The two of us take some time to just sit and relax. However, it eventually comes time for Helen to get back to work. It's also probably about time for me to head out and let her get some peace and quiet. She may be a master at pretty much everything, but I'm sure the extra distractions don't help her. Before I leave, I ask if she wants me to stick around to clean up, but she assures me that she and Daisy will take care of it once the hucow gets back.

I give my lovely assistant a much-deserved kiss and head out the door. Alright... time to find something else to do to keep my mind off you-know-who. So what's it gonna be?