Człowiek Mleczarnia Gospodarstwo, sp. z o.o.

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Friday, 7:51am.

"This is a pretty impressive transcript for a rookie, Agent... Agent, uh..."

"Agent Becker, ma'am."

"Yes, thank you. Agent Becker. You did a very nice job here; stringing the subject along, keeping her progressing through the protocol. And a particularly nice job handling that fiasco with the clipboard. Shithead collection techs don't have half a brain among the lot of them..."

The Director flipped through the file a little further before continuing. "Of course that mobile phone is the key, though, isn't it? You did very well to lead her back to it. They lunge for that phone like it's their lifeline, when in fact it's just another part of the bridle."

"Thank you Director. And yes, ma'am, the phone really does seem to give them something to orient themselves around immediately after the pharma battery. They've got that short, precious window of truly rational consciousness left, and they spend every moment of it just tightening the reins around their own minds, don't they?"

"Quite right Agent," replied the Director, walking back around behind her desk. She smoothed her short skirt over her well-toned hips before taking her seat.

"But to be candid, ma'am, I found the whole process much easier than I expected, certainly easier than the training implied," continued the young brunette agent, standing smartly in front of the Director's desk. "In fact, I think at bottom that subject actually wanted to submit, but just needed the space to take herself through it at her own pace. It was more a matter of staying out of her way while she surrendered herself than it was of forcing her along."

"Well that's right Agent, in fact that's very perceptive of you. They're not all quite that ready for it, but it happens far more often than not, to be honest. Scores of these little sluts wake up from the drug phase actually eager to become cows, they just have a hard time admitting it to themselves. But they do all eventually embrace it, don't they?"

The young agent's breath caught for a moment, and she shifted her weight nervously from one foot to the other as she cleared her throat. "[ahem] Yes ma'am, I suppose they do."

"So tell me about yourself, Agent, are you enjoying your work here?"

"Oh, yes ma'am, very much. I've always been fascinated by cutting-edge science like this, so having the chance to get so personally involved in the work itself is quite ... fulfilling," she explained.

"Yes, that's a good word for it, Agent. I certainly also find it all quite fulfilling," added the Director with a bit of a sigh, closing the file on her desk and turning her full attention to the young Agent. "And speaking of filling things, Agent Becker, I have to say you're looking rather more ... busty than usual these days."

The Agent flushed a deep crimson across her face and chest as she struggled to respond. "Ma'am?" she croaked, eventually.

"Your tits, Agent. They're clearly bigger than they used to be. Don't you agree?"

"Uh, yes ma'am, I suppose they are," she replied, as her nipples tightened into stones beneath the thin fabric of her uniform.

"And in fact, you're not even wearing a bra today, are you?"

The agent cleared her throat again and straightened up, trying to regain her composure. "No ma'am. My old ones just don't fit anymore. I realize this is unprofessional, ma'am, and I certainly apologize. In fact, I was planning to go get some new ones this aftern--"

"That won't be necessary Agent," replied the Director, cutting off her underling in mid-grovel. "Please remove your top."

"Ma'am?"

"Your shirt, Agent Becker. Take it off."

Wordlessly, the young brunette pulled the hem up from out of her skirt and then up and over her head and shoulders. She placed it on the ground and returned her arms to her sides. "Ma'am, I can explain," she blurted.

"Don't bother," replied the older blonde, leaning back in her chair. "I'm pretty sure I've already got the gist of it, but I will be asking you to fill in some of the details. So tell me: how many times did you two fuck?"

The young agent gulped before responding. "Ah, five times altogether ma'am. Although I guess it depends on what you mean by fuck."

"Really? Please explain."

"Her clitoris came to be pretty big, ma'am. Not quite like a cock, but similar. So by the last couple times, instead of just nursing from her and grinding against each other it actually was more like we were fucking. But aside from that it was pretty much all oral."

"How did it start?"

"Well the, ah, one of the guards caught me ... touching myself after one of the phone calls, and said she could sneak me in to the treatment room if I let her go down on me."

"Which one?"

"I think it was the Tuesday call, the one--"

"No - which guard?"

"Oh, sorry, I don't know her name. It was that redhead. She's new, I think."

"Oh, yes, Lt. Mallory, of course. No, she's not new. Been here for years, in fact, one of my best guards. So to be clear: that was you the cow was referring to as that 'guard' she thanked?'"

"Yes ma'am."

"You realize, of course, that was a serious violation of protocol?"

"Yes ma'am."

"And that there's a massive variation in potency in the unrefined product?"

Silence.

"No, guess you didn't think about that part. Sure looks like you got a hefty dose, though, we'll draw some blood later to spec it out a little." "

The Director paused to make a note before continuing. "So why did you do it?"

"I... I just couldn't help myself ma'am."

"Why not?"

"Because... Because... Because it was just too fucking hot not to. Ma'am." The young agent was swaying back and forth, now, rubbing her thighs against each other as her arousal made it physically impossible to stand still. "I simply couldn't not fuck her, ma'am. I ... I couldn't just sit there, knowing she was really down in that room, really experiencing all of ... that, and just talk to her about it, without acting on it."

"So you acted on it."

"Yes. Ma'am," added the agent, her nipples tightening at the memory.

"Well, yes, Agent Becker I suppose that is fucking hot isn't it? In fact, I'd say it's very fucking hot."

"Yes ma'am," replied the agent. "So it seems..." she added with glance downward at the desk, her own arousal and impertinence getting the better of her.

"Oh really?" asked the director. "What makes you say that, Agent?"

"Because ... you're, uh, you're touching your..."

"I'm masturbating, aren't I?" asked the blonde, her right hand busy inside her panties while her left hand casually stroked the inner side of her left thigh.

"Yes ma'am. Yes you are."

"Yes," said the Director. "I am."

The two women shared a long moment, their eyes locked before the Director stood and lowered her skirt and panties down to the floor. She then walked back around from behind her desk, allowing the Agent to soak up the beauty of the Director's trimmed pussy: swollen and wet, framed perfectly by her open shirt-tails.

"Eyes up here," said the Director with a smirk, as she closed the gap to her young colleague and reached out to caress the agent's taut abdomen.

"Stand up straight," the Director ordered. "Head back. Eyes front. Good. Open up," she said, sliding two fingers deep into the young agent's mouth. "Nice. Wider. Tongue out. All the way." With that she wrapped her other hand behind the agent's head and sucked the agent's tongue deep into her mouth for a long moment, breast to breast and hip to hip until both women were gasping with passion.

"That's nice tongue work, Agent," said the mature blonde as she wiped her lower lip. "So, now go ahead and tell me," she instructed, leaning in to brush the tip of her tongue across the edge of the Agent's shuddering jaw.

"T-tell you what, ma'am," asked the young brunette nervously as her eyes rolled back in her head.

"{Tell me what it is you want}," breathed the Director in the young Agent's ear. "{I already know the answer, but I'd just love to hear you say it out loud.}" Her fingers brushed across the rocks of the Agent's nipples as she drew out each word.

"I... I want ... *that*," gasped the Agent between shallow, panting breaths as she leaned into the Director's caresses. "I want the protocol. I want to b-become a cow." She shuddered as the admission and the sparks filling her breasts nearly robbed her of the strength to stand. The Director encircled her in her arms, brushing her nose against the Agent's cheek and her mons against the Agent's firm hip.

"Of course you do, Agent Becker. Of course you do. In fact, every young agent I've worked with has eventually begged me to put her in the program. Why, that cow you just trained? She had your job up until about two months ago. She took four or five subjects through the protocol, though, before giving in. You didn't even make it through your first before you caved." The Director's fingertips found their way under the hem of the agent's skirt and skimmed along the front of her damp panties. "{You must be a good bit sluttier than her}," she added.

The Agent shuddered again, imagining dozens of other eager new Agents stroking themselves through the phone calls, like she had. And then "sneaking" in to the treatment suites, like she had, for the "forbidden" lesbian sex that was actually just bait on a hook.

"Of course, I'm sure your exposure to the gas only helped break you down," said the Director, removing herself from the shuddering Agent and calmly returning to her chair. "You picked up on that early on, didn't you?"

"Yes ma'am," said the Agent as she tried to compose herself, "it scared me, at first, but it also turned me on."

"And then, realizing that the gas was turning you on *really* turned you on, didn't it?" asked the Director.

"Ohhh yes ma'am," sighed the Agent. "It's ... amazing that you'd expose the staff areas to it."

"Oh, we don't," answered the Director, retaking her seat behind her desk. "Not all of them. We let it leak into the control booths, of course, since we do like to keep our Agents' cunts nice and wet and sizzly. But the company would hate to let that shit get loose up here in the executive suites."

She turned in her chair and pulled a small vial of oily blue liquid out of a lower desk drawer.

"That's why I keep a handful of these little guys around. I like to take a sniff or two a few times a week, just for kicks, but once in a while I give it a really long, proper hit."

With that, the Director unscrewed the top, held the vial to her nose and drew a long, deep breath right across the top of it. She whimpered, and shuddered in her chair a little as the potent chemicals filled her lungs.

The Agent did her best to stand at attention in front of the desk, but she could feel her pulse throbbing in her clit as she watched the scene unfold.

Smirking at the Agent as the rush of the drugs surged within her, the Director upended the vial over her fingertips and spread a thin coating of the liquid across the top of her neatly trimmed mons. "Truly, my little slut," she explained, "I don't know whether I pity you or envy you. Probably a bit of both."

She stared hotly at the Agent for a moment and then asked, "So, tell me Agent Becker, would you really like to become one of our cows?"

"Ohhhh, yes, ma'am," the Agent replied as she swayed with lust. "Yes ... Mistress," she added with a gasp, collapsing to her knees. "Yes, I ... i want it more than anything...," she gasped as her pinching fingers tortured the first few tiny droplets of milk from her aching, needful breasts.

"Good. Then crawl to me, little cow," replied the Director, stroking her inner thighs and opening her sex as she hooked her knees over the armrests of the chair, "and see if there's anything you can do with that tongue of yours that would convince me to arrange that for you..."

THE END