Milk-Gather

You decide to address her complaint.

"So Lesca", you speak to her as you adjust the settings, "I'm to understand you've been having some discomfort in your breasts?"

She doesn't respond. Her file didn't say anything about her being mute, perhaps she's just being difficult? You stand back up and look at her through the glass, "Come on, now, I'm trying to be helpful here, believe it or not. According to our diagnostics, you've been producing more milk than you can really handle, so this", you pat the juicer a couple times, "just might be able to help with that. And who knows, it may even feel good. Though you're going to have to communicate with me, okay?"

She avoids eye contact, but at last answers, "Alright..."

You give her a smile, even if she's not looking, "That's the spirit. Let's start this up", you give Carol a nod and she activates the machine. Seemingly out of nowhere, two funnels attached to hoses snake around Lesca, coming up from under her arms and fitting over her enlarged breasts, scraping against the glass window slightly. You make a note to give the hatch more of a bubble shape to accommodate thicker women.

Before it even starts pumping, you hear light moans coming in through your earpiece. It seems your subject is rather sensitive. You tell Carol to start gently

"As you wish, Sir Maphe, but keep in mind that the final product is supposed to be automated. I only have control over intensity so we can find optimal settings"

You weigh this as you watch the pumps start up, emitting a light whooshing noise as her breasts alternate bouncing up and down. It's almost hypnotic, but you keep your focus. Already gentle streams of white were visible sliding down the hoses to be stored.

"Everything feeling alright, Lesca?", you ask, but get no answer. Her eyes are closed and her breathing deep; her face the very image of bliss and too far gone to be aware of anybody speaking to her, let alone answer them, "Looks like we have a winner. Kick it up a notch"

Lesca gasps as the machine pumps harder, the vacuum sucking larger and larger quantities of milk from her breasts until the hoses were solid white. Even considering the fact that she was producing so much this still surprised you, "Hey Carol, how long can she sustain this for?", you marvel at the bounce of her breasts, constantly being tugged by the intensity of the pump

"At this rate... about five minutes. Estimated total drained so far: Zero point seven nine liters. Estimated final quantity: three point two liters"

You give an impressed whistle, "Let's give her a break after the first liter so we can check for purity of product and safety of subject"

You spend the remainder of the time listening in on Lesca's moaning and watching her boobs jiggle. So far this is definitely seeming like something people would apply for. Eventually though, the machine slows to a halt and the pumps retract, leaving Lesca gasping for breath as she regains her wits. Circling around behind the machine, you pull out the jug labeled "milk" swirl it around. Everything looks fine, and splashing a little into your mouth reveals it to be every bit as warm, sweet as it looked. You hand it off to Carol to be examined more thoroughly, but you for the time being you consider this to be a massive success... at least, the milk gathering setting is. There's still more testing to be done.