Atonement Ch. 02

Her admiration quickly descended to curses as she realized what the alien had done. The dildo in the chair had been joined by a second one pressing at her asshole. Both of them had paused, waiting at the entrance to her vagina and ass. The tips pressed against her, vibrating and turning as they played back and forth.

She tried to move her ass on the chair, but that was unfruitful. No matter how much she tried, there was no penetration to be had. She groaned with frustration.

Her chest felt odd, cool air swirling about her new fleshy projections. Looking down, she was only able to catch the barest hints of her new breasts, hidden below the swell of her upper pair.

Her original breasts had expanded again, growing larger. They had definitely enlarged at least another cup size, larger than she had ever seen before. The creamy skin taunted her, the flesh swelling with even more milk. She rotated her hips back and forth, watching the delightful sway of flesh. She got another glimpse of her new breasts below. They appeared to be about the same size her original breasts were before any treatment. She was filling out so quickly!

She wasn't certain how long she sat there being edged, but it felt like an eternity. She needed to cum so badly. Her body shook, every thought concentrated on the idea of sweet release. The immediacy of the sensations pushed away all other thoughts.

By the time the door cracked open, she was thoroughly distressed, whining with need. "See?" declared Eve. "She's clearly already into phase three, and has told me that she isn't thinking cow thoughts. What could cause this?"

Nina grunted, looking at Morgan as if she was a slab of meat. "She might be an Ultra Milker. They're quite rare, only about one percent of the population, so I'm not surprised they weren't included in your curriculum."

She leaned over and tugged Morgan's lower breasts. Morgan giggled uncontrollably, dismayed by the tickling sensation. "Yes, these need to be milked again already. It's definitely a case of Ultra. You need to throw all of your known measurements and charts out the window, we're in unconventional territory."

"How do you feel?" the older alien asked her, kindly.

"I need to cum," stated Morgan baldly. "I really don't care how special I am at the moment, I just need release so unbelievably badly I can't even express how tense I'm feeling!"

Tears leaked from her eyes. The older keeper looked at her for a few moments, sizing her up. "We'll start a custom treatment plan. Work with the existing symptoms and go from there."

She gave Eve a bright smile. "You have an exceptional milker on your hands."

Eve nodded, but her concerned eyes were only for Morgan. It would have been sweet, if she hadn't felt like she was going to explode. "Please, I need something soon," she declared. "I feel like I'm going to pop."

"Just a moment, MU2, we'll have you sorted shortly." She gestured at Eve, who retrieved the control box.

As Nina rummaged in the cabinet, Eve turned up the stimulation. Morgan sighed with satisfaction as the main dildo slid back inside her snatch, vibrating and thrusting in a regular rhythm.

The invader at her ass pressed inwards as well, pushing inside the muscular wall as it extended deeper. Beyond a certain depth, her ass popped, sucking the hard projection in further. She beared down on its hard presence, rejoicing in the thick feeling of fullness.

The older keeper returned, her hands full with a harness. "This is a portable milker," declared the keeper. "It's better for fast developing cows because we don't have to change out the breast forms."

She looped two straps over Morgan's shoulders, tucking the front of the milk harness over her chest. The harness had four holes built into it, for accommodating four breasts. She snapped a fastener on the rear and cinched the straps tight, securing the harness in place.

The interior of the harness had built in domed plastic cups, which slid into place over her swollen tits. The keeper needed to adjust a few of the buckles to compensate for the differences in breast size between her first and second pairs, but with a little effort she was able to get them fitted snugly.

She snapped new hoses onto circular attachments on the exterior of the cups, plastic tubing flowing down in a thick, spaghetti mess. "There, now, you're all hooked up," declared the keeper. "Eve, I need some suction."

"Yes'm," replied Eve, fiddling with a device in the corner.

Suction returned, a gentle tickling at her breasts as opposed to the harsh suction from earlier. "We need to start gentle," declared the keeper. "Your new tissue isn't quite ready for full pressure milking. We are encouraging it to grow at the moment."

Morgan licked her lips, the pressure of the cups tickling her delightfully as the dildos pulsed in her nethers. "Oh, yeah, that's fucking amazing," she declared, her eyes rolling in her head.

Creamy streams of her milk flowed into the catchment cups, liquid streaking down the plastic tubing. "I see what you mean," declared the keeper. "She's still producing, even after one full session."

She turned to Eve. "How are you feeling? Are you full up as well?"

Eve unsnapped the covers on her latex dress that covered her breasts, opening windows into her voluptuous chest. Her exposed nipples sprung outwards, a small trickle of milk leaking from their tips. She pressed her hands under her swelling mounds, bouncing them in her latex dress. "I'm totally full again," she said with a little surprise. "I was expecting it to take longer."

"Your body is synchronizing with your cow. She drank all you had the last time, so your body is working overtime to fill back up. Another one of the side effects of owning an Ultra cow."

She folded her hands and slid back on the rolling stool. Morgan grunted and moaned, bucking as she experiencing a miniature orgasm from the stimulation. The older keeper appeared unfazed, though Eve looked at her with interest, her black orbs fixed on her spurting breasts.

"Don't worry," Nina said. "I've been around a while, and I've seen this a few times. It's rare, mind you, but not unheard of."

She considered. "As an Ultra, she processes and filters your milk faster than a regular cow. We can forgo the regular safety protocol, I think."

She waved at Eve. "Come, take my place. Let's see how she tolerates a limited feeding."

Eve sat down, taking her spot eagerly. It didn't seem possible, but her voluptuous breasts appeared to have swelled even larger, straining through the latex portholes in her garment. Her nipples were stiff, winking at Morgan from within wide, rounded circles of pink flesh. It should have looked out of place in a sea of neon green, but all Morgan felt was a deep hunger for more.

Eve wheeled herself forward, hesitating as she nestled her bosom against Morgan's pumping breasts. Morgan wiggled on the stimulation, gasping as the dildos whirred. "I need your milk," she husked, eyes fixed on the erect nipples. "I need it so badly, you don't even know.".

Eve sighed. "Start slowly," she declared. "I don't wish to injure you."

She adjusted the chair, raising until she towered over the milking cow. She tucked a breast on top of a suckling suction pump, her tender flesh jiggling from the vibration.

Morgan let out a long sigh, thrusting her head forward to seize one of Eve's nipples in her teeth. Her keeper chuckled, supporting her breasts with her hands as Morgan worked the teat. "What an eager cow you are!" she declared, biting her lip to show how badly Morgan's actions were affecting her.

"Suck my tit, yes," Eve exhorted, pressing in closer.

Her large orb smashed against Morgan's face, filling her mouth with moist flesh. A spurt of creamy milk splashed onto her tongue, the sweet, viscous liquid coating the interior of her cheeks.

She hadn't been conscious for the last drinking session, and she was eager to do her mistress justice. She drank. As fast as she could, plying the nipple with her lips to encourage even more lactation.

She stared at her keeper's neck line, marveling that such an alien body could support such marvelous breasts. The purple latex of her dress flexed as Morgan sucked, falling under the thrall of her mistress' sweet milk.

Her lips popped from a nipple. She tugged at the tip with her teeth, daring Eve to bring herself in even closer. Eve chuckled and stroked the back of her head, pulling away.

Eve watched her carefully, her eyes searching Morgan's face closely. Morgan protested, her lips working. She wanted more!

"Hold on for a moment, cow," said Eve. "I don't want to poison you a second time."

"I wouldn't worry too much," said the older keeper. "The first overdose may have been an error on your part, but her transformation should go smoothly from here on out."

She cracked a smile. "See? She's still begging for more. This just confirms the odd results I saw on her blood test. I doubt you'll be able to overdose her again. I'm so confident of this fact that I'm going to leave you two alone."

She walked towards the door, giving Eve a sidelong glance. "This one is valuable, make sure you Pair with her properly. Losing her to Milk Madness would be a waste."

Eve brushed her off, her eyes only for MU2.

"Let's even this out, shall we?" she declared.

She shuffled to the left, presenting her right nipple to MU2's voracious lips. MU2 commenced sucking again, swirling her tongue around her keeper's areola. This was perfect; she was fulfilling her purpose as a cow.

She felt the urge swelling inside her. Yes, it was appropriate. She mooed, vibrating her lips against Eve's nipple. Her keeper laughed, breasts jiggling against MU2's face. She brushed back her delicate hair tendrils, which had gotten in the way after her laughter.

"Come along, now, MU2, if you keep doing that, you'll have difficulty finishing. I want you to drain me completely dry."

MU2 wanted that too, very much so. She needed to get serious about extracting all of her milk. She leaned back forward and locked her lips on her mistress' tit, swirling her tongue around her areola as she suckled.

She tried to match a similar rhythm to that of a mechanical milker, moving her lips in time with her throat. The dildo rammed inside her, wobbling with tremendous force as she nursed. The milk began to follow again, coating her mouth and throat with the alien's thick paste.

Eve wrapped her hands around her breast, manually pressing at the base to enhance MU2's suction. She was breathing hard, too. "Yes, take my milk, cow, turn it into my favorite drink, mmm. You look so delicious when you're bound like my slave, you're going to grow huge udders to satisfy me."

The words permeated MU2's milking stupor, and she redoubled her efforts, sucking and bucking for all she was worth. Her throat was choked with the milky substance, bulging as she swallowed down as fast as it could be produced.

"Oh, yes, look at those eyes, what a good little cow."

She grabbed the back of MU2's head and jammed it into her chest, pressing her face against her spongy breasts. MU2 suddenly found there was more than she could handle, the nipple slipping from her lips. Milk splattered over her face, marking her as her mistress' milk slave.

"Fuck, that feel so good," declared the alien, shaking with an orgasm as her milk sprayed from her tits. "I can't even imagine what it's going to be like after we get you bred."

MU2 moaned herself, the mess dribbling down her chin as the dildos brought her over the edge. Endorphins blasted her brain as she writhed, vibrating her entire body against Eve's chest.

She bucked on their thick, throbbing presence, her pelvic muscles gripping them mercilessly. Fortunately, as she crested the high, they began to wind down, withdrawing into the seat. This was for the best, as she wasn't certain she could take any more stimulation.

She blinked dully, her face a mess. By the narrowest of margins, the spraying milk had missed her eyes, but some of it was dripping down her cheeks.

Her mistress brought over a towel and wiped her face, apologizing. "I'm so sorry!" she declared, flustered. "I got too carried away. This shouldn't have happened, but that was so fucking hot!"

MU2 waited to be cleaned up, frowning as Eve worked down her neck. She couldn't think very well while under the influence of her keeper's milk, but something the alien had said was bothering her.

"What did you mean by bred?" she asked, giving Eve an intense stare.

Eve laughed nervously. "That was just a spur of the moment thing, I didn't really mean it. I mean, you don't need... don't have to if you don't want to."

MU2 turned the idea over in her mind, slowly. Her thoughts were like sludge, stacking on top and interfering with each other. The idea of doing as her mistress commanded was intoxicating, but this wasn't a direct command from her.

She had never wanted children before, and after the accident, she desired it even less. Bringing someone into her shitty world was not an option. Doing it here at the Farm didn't seem like a much better idea.

Steeling her resolve, she stared at Eve seriously. "No, I don't think it's a good idea," she said, going silent.

Eve was flustered. She put away the towel, looking away from her charge. "I didn't mean to push you into it," she said, carefully folding the fabric into a neat square before tossing it into a bin.

"You don't hate me, do you? It just seemed like a sexy thing to say." She turned and looked at MU2, her eyes wide.

MU2 felt hollow. It wasn't Eve's fault, she didn't know her past. "My first child was a miscarriage," she explained.

She stared straight ahead, looking at nothing in particular. Under the influence of Eve's milk, her emotions were deadened. That was good, she could get through this without crying.

"My second was aborted," she continued. "I couldn't afford to bring her up while we were on the run. It turns out I couldn't afford to not bring her up, either."

The emotions were rushing in, despite her best efforts. "My last mistake was killing a girl's mother in a traffic accident. I can see her now, crying for her dead mother. It reminded me of my dead child, crying for me. Crying that I can't seem to forget."

Her lips wobbled. How had she gone from arousal to despair so quickly? "That is why I don't want another. I fuck up everything I touch."

Eve's expression shifted from fear to pity, but MU2 waved her off. "I don't need your sympathy," she stated. "I just want to make things right."

Eve closed the distance between them, getting down on her knees. She wrapped large hands behind MU2's head and looked her in the eyes, sharing her sadness. "If you ever change your mind, I'm here for you. Seriously."

She kissed MU2 on the nose. The affection sprung forth a well of tears from MU2 and she began to blubber. "She was so young," she cried. "There was nothing I could do."

"I know," replied the alien, wrapping her arms around her cow. "You're here now. Everything will be okay."

She triggered a switch on the seat, unlocking MU2's arms and legs. She pulled her out of the chair with effortless strength, cradling MU2 in her arms. The flood gates broke, and MU2 began to cry in earnest. Nobody in her life had ever cared so much about her before. She had never believed anyone ever would.

Rocking her back and forth, Eve continued to talk in a level manner. "I can't really relate, I'm afraid. I grew up with a relatively privileged life. It's abhorrent that in this galaxy bad things can happen to good cows like you."

MU2 weeped openly, her head tucked into Eve's breasts. It was comforting to be held, but she also needed to cry. She had never really processed the losses before, refusing to acknowledge all the mistakes she had made.

"I don't know what harsh realities you faced in your world, but none of that exists at the Farm. Children are well taken care of, in a section separate from the rest of the facility. They are raised jointly, by the staff and by Paired couples. We've been doing this for quite some time, and there's quite a thriving community that lives here. I don't know of anybody opting to leave, but those who haven't been committed for life, like you, are free to go. Nobody bothers, though. The Farm is good to us. We provide a valuable service to our society."

The explanation didn't change MU2's mind, but it did serve to allow her emotions to cool. She hiccuped, coughing, her throat sore. Eve patted the back of her head and helped her up. "You're a disaster! Let's clean you up!"

MU2 looked around, concerned about the mess they had made on the floor. "Oh, don't worry about that," declared Eve. "The staff will clean it up. That's why most of the floors in the Farm are made of tile."

She grabbed MU2's arm, navigating her through the rest of the equipment in the room as they approached the door. MU2 stumbled, unbalanced. Eve held her arm, making sure she didn't fall. MU2 made a dismayed noise. She was not used to dealing with the extra weight of her additional breasts!

The corridor outside was mostly clear, but there were a few alien and human couples passing by. MU2 watched them with curiosity, making unconscious comparisons to herself. The nearest cow that passed them did so with dull eyes, clearly coming from her own session with her keeper.

Slack jawed, this cow hadn't yet developed her second set of breasts, but there were small buds of flesh which indicated they were on the way. Her frame was petite, reducing the size of the breasts she would be able to support, even when fully transformed.

Her keeper was the exact opposite of her charge, the shortest alien MU2 had seen. The alien had opted for a hot pink bodysuit, her breast flaps tucked shut around her swollen teats. The alien's hand rested on her cow's neck.

They both looked quite comfortable in this pose, the cow being led by her keeper as if it was a natural state of affairs. As they approached, the keeper halted, her cow stopping as well. "It's good to see you, Eve," declared the alien, in a tone that suggested it wasn't. "I see you have a new candidate with you. Have you Paired yet?"

Eve clenched her lips. "Hello, 'Heather,'" she said, purposefully avoiding using the alien's actual name. "I see you've found yourself a new plaything."

The other alien laughed. "Oh, this is not just some fling."

She took her hand from her cow's neck and showed her palm to Eve. A circular symbol was imprinted into her hand, broken up into sections like a sliced pie. "I have found my Pair. She completes me."

She laid the back of her hand against her cow, framing a similar symbol on the back of her cow's neck. Mirrored sections of the pie were filled in on the cow, forming a complete whole when the keeper's hand laid across her neck. She flipped her hand over, pressing the tattoos together. Her cow shivered with delight.

"We are one," she declared, her skin glowing with health.

She looked over MU2 like a shark. "This one looks well developed," she said. "Have you decided to use one of the generic filter cows to fulfill your needs? How long have you been searching for a Pair?"

Eve's eyes flashed. "At least I didn't pay a criminal to find a candidate."

Heather shrugged. "It worked, didn't it? I found my new slave, and it didn't take all that long." She stroked the back of her cow's neck. The cow learned into her hand, enjoying the attention.

"If what you enjoy is buying somebody's love, I suppose that will have to do for you. Come, MU2."

She wrapped her large hand possessively around MU2's neck, pushing her down the hallway. MU2 didn't protest at the treatment, but her curiosity was piqued. The animosity between the two was raw; they must have been rivals for quite some time.