Milktec Industries Presents: Research Purposes

They left him in a circular room with a table at the center. More of a stand than a table really, Edward thought. He sat in one of the eight white, cushioned chairs spaced equally apart and focused directly on the stand at the center of the room. Otherwise a single door on the north side of the room provided the only portal of escape, leading back out into the facility. On either adjacent wall hung two observational mirrors behind which men in spectacles and lab coats would dutifully observe the proceedings in their oversized mouse trap. It gave Edward chills.

He thought back fondly on the time when he rode a desk at the Capitol. When Director Murphy came to him with a new job, he’d been thrilled at the idea. No more sitting around all day reading Russian intercepts! A chance to get out and see a bit of the world while still serving his country, not to mention the significant bump in pay or the other added benefits. It was perfect for Edward, which is why they picked him for the job. No wife, no kids, no real attachments to anyone. He was already a shade sitting at that desk, but now he was a pure ghost.

The job was simple. He was to inspect and report on the newly opening Milktec Research Facilities. Initially, he expected to be a glorified building inspector, but as he got underway with the job, he realized how deep the rabbit hole went. The Congress had only approved funding for the MRFs at the start of the year. With that in mind, he thought he would be seeing refurbished warehouses or other out of use military sites repurposed. Instead, the first MRF was a brand new facility with state of the art tech and full staff. Whoever started the initiative had done so years before, and it was only now coming into the public ledgers. That revelation unnerved the newly appointed Inspector Edward Dent, but these days everything unnerved him when it came to Milktec.

He could still remember the very first time Milktec went public. A special type of milk that would make people healthier. It got turned to military purposes as the Department of War jumped in bed with Milktec Industries. The milk would make men stronger, more resilient, and keep them fed for the long stretches in the trenches. But that of course meant that more milk was needed, so the donation centers opened up. All over the country, fresh faced young women were recruited into service for their country at the hands of Milktec. Then the reports started to leak. Overdoses got whispered about in bars and nightclubs, not as a danger but as a thrill. Domestic shipments of Milktec serum began to go missing and a whole black market grew around the stuff. The stories grew stranger and stranger. Rumors of people changed to inhuman things. Rumors of cults springing up around the use of the serum. The embers of a political movement, some pseudo evolution wacko nonsense, stirred up. Through it all, men like Edward felt a growing sense of unease, but the great machine of society was too large for one man to stop. For all the dark secrets and shadowy intents, one truth remained above all: society loved Milktec Milk.

The door opened and Edward hopped to his feet. A tall man in a lab coat crossed the room quickly, his hand jutted out in front of him, “You must be the inspector. Pleased to meet you, I’m Dr. Thomas Hill, the chief scientist here.”

The man shook Edward’s hand with a firm grip. Even this bothered the inspector. Too many of the men who were once thin and gangly scientists were now robust men with bravado. “Edward Dent,” he answered with a curt nod. “I’ve already looked over the general site, leaving only our interview before I can sign off.”

“Then let’s be about it. Please, have a seat.”

“Do you not have an office?”

“I do, but if you have questions about our facility, then I think this is the perfect room to discuss them.”

Edward shrugged and returned to his seat. Dr. Hill took a chair two spaces over, allowing them to more or less face one another. Edward pulled out a folder and splayed it across his lap. On top was the commission form which Dr. Hill, like all the other chief scientists he’d met, eyed greedily. Edward knew every man he’d met with over the past three months had thought of Edward as a nuisance. That was the point, after all, of government inspectors. He shifted to the next page in his dossier. “I have a few questions I’m required to ask. Honestly at this point, it’s just filling out the form. We’ll be done in a jiffy, and you can get back to…your work. I have the staff numbers and checked all their clearances. Military liaison is in place and reporting apparatus is functional. Everything here is top notch, Dr. Hill, and you are to be commended for that.”

“Thank you! We strive to maintain a rigorous level of efficiency around here. We want our work to proceed without any hitches or delays.” He flashed a false smile.

“Can you describe in brief the core nature of your experiments? Not the press puff answer, doctor, this is an official, classified report.”

Dr. Hill’s gleaming smile soured a bit. “Of course. As you can see here, we have established several rooms like this. Our goal is to test a new aromatic dispersal agent derived from the Milktec serum. Test participants will be arranged in a circle in these seats while a nice, cold glass of milk sits on the pedestal there. The formulation will vary by trial as will the participants. We are interested in seeing the speed of the affect on the participants while also balancing agaisnt potency of the serum.”

“So, you have eight women at a time sitting in these rooms and smelling milk?”

“Effectively, yes. We’ve had multiple successful demonstrations of secondary contamination, but the initial allure has been hard to replicate without a host donor. These trial substances will be entirely synthetic.”

“A host donor?”

“That would be someone already exposed to the Milktec formula. Their altered body chemistry is able to infuse their milk and semen and even their sweat with components of Milktec’s serum that can be adopted by a new host body.”

Edward wrote out the answer. The first time it had shocked him, but two dozen interviews later, he’d taken it as part of the job. He still needed to hear them define it. “Your test subjects are from?”

Dr. Hill looked nervously to the far end of the room. “The Sedition Detainee Center on a volunteer basis.”

Edward looked up, “Who authorized that?”

“General Stanley Umbridge. I initially requested domestic volunteers from a metropolitan area. He cited a cost of transportation issue with that request and instead suggested the SDC as the detainees do have a cross section resemblance to our target demographic. We’re looking for a mix of races, age, and elsewise genetic background. I insisted upon the volunteer aspect. Same as the other prisoner release contracts that have been made available in recent years. They are fully briefed on what they will be participating in as well as, somewhat uniquely, the possible outcomes. We actively want participants who believe they can resist the chemistry as that creates a better baseline.”

“How so?”

The doctor relaxed somewhat, pleased to be talking about his work. “Our bodies can respond well to external stimuli even when we believe they can’t. If we think of the serum as an agent of infection, then our bodies respond to it by trying to fight off the foreign substance. In the case of the serum, this is done by an increase of interaction with certain chemical receptors in the brain which direct hormone production. Simply being aware of the serum’s presence is enough to increase the body’s own production of blockers for those same receptors. Essentially, if we can create a serum that circumvents the body’s defense, it will be a more effective weapon.”

“I see. And when do you expect testing to begin?”

“As soon as we have approval, of course. We’re all very anxious to get underway, as are our military relations.”

“In what fashion do you expect your research to be deployed in military capacity?”

Dr. Hill’s face grew stern, and his sharp eyes stared through Edward. “Mr. Dent, I’m not certain that question is relevant to your inquiry.”

Edward felt a flutter in his stomach, but remained firm. “I have unilateral discretion on what is relevant or not to my inquiry, doctor.”

“Of course, of course. I just don’t want you to ask dangerous questions. Do you know what happened to your predecessor? Oh, yes. You’re not the first. You see, he started to get a little to curious about the applications of all the research he was approving. I believe he wound up convicted of sedition after trying to leak secrets to the Ruskies. They sent him to the SDC in Portland. He got pulled for research at MRF-9, have you come across that one in your files yet? Or did it get black site status? They were testing the effects of the serum on genetically similar participants, you see, to see if the changes could suppress or even override the evolutionary tendency to seek out genetically dissimilar partners. Fascinating research, really. We initially thought it was due to an outraged libido, but as it turns out the serum can alter a person’s outward genetics - facial features and body shape - to such a degree that it tricks the mind’s own inhibitions. His daughter thought she was simply visiting her father in prison. She’s much happier now, though. They both are.”

“It’s unwise to threaten me, doctor. No matter what happened to my predecessor. I could give you a list of chief scientists who became a little too directly involved in their research. Judging by your current physique compared to your staff photograph, you’re already a little too close for the administration’s comfort. Perhaps we would both be served to keep our conversation civil.”

The doctor’s lip curled. “Current research is leading toward an innocuous dispersal unit. The item would be able to pass through most checkpoints without raising alarm. But we have much more ambitious plans, of course.”

Edward nodded. The answer was what he expected, but he liked to force the subject. “Last issue. Your failsafe systems are not up to code for the level of serum you’ve requested. The safe handling of the Zeta strain requires a full auto-lock on the vault entryway. I can give you a temporary approval pending those facility upgrades. You’ll be able to begin your work, but the Zeta strain will be withheld until the new installation is completed. Do you have any questions for me?”

“Only about how quickly we can get to work.”

“I have the trip back to DC. Your paperwork will be submitted by the end of the week and the approval should be in on Monday. You’ll receive a secure call, and you can begin operation.”

“I look forward to it.” He stood, once more offering his hand. “It was a pleasure. No hard feelings, of course, from my little jabs. You know how the world is these days. Everyone has to look behind them and be wary of potential enemies. We’re all playing a very high stakes game.”

Edward smiled and shook the man’s hand. “I’m used to it. Good luck with your research. Please, don’t let me keep you. The guards can escort me out.”

Another withering glare, but Hill acquiesced and left the room with a stiff gait. Edward gathered his things slowly, taking note of the two guards outside of the room. He knew he’d need to move quickly. The door opened with a keypad controlled magnetic lock. Edward grabbed his briefcase and headed toward the door before the guards could enter. He clumsily mimed trying to put in the correct code while planting a small device on the underside of the keypad. He’d protested about the assignment, believing they should have sent a different agent to deal with Dr. Hill. He also questioned why a whole facility had to be compromised to remove one man from power, but he’d been told curtly that Dr. Hill’s removal was part of the grander experiment. Edward knew when to stop asking questions. The door opened and the guards gestured for him to come through. He obliged.

Edward felt no anxiety on his brisk walk out of the facility. He knew they would start testing well before his paperwork filing. He looked at the general staff, smiling and saying hello to a few while wondering which of them would be the first to fall before whatever came out of that testing room. Reaching the entrance, he flashed his badge one last time and the massive door opened to allow him out. He paused on the other side to watch it close, listening to the hiss of its hydraulics. When the panic broke out, someone would try to open that door again, but it wouldn’t move. Each MRF lab’s exterior door could be remotely overridden. All the inhabitants knew about it and yet none of them mistrusted it. Surely the government would always watch out for them.

Edward trekked across the desolate gravel lot and got into his car. When it cranked, all thoughts of the site went out of his head. He started to wonder what he would have for supper. Whatever he found, he knew it would go well with a nice, cold glass of milk.

Carrie didn’t know where they’d taken her. A few days earlier, her government appointed lawyer came to her with a deal. These deals popped up constantly in the detention centers. They weren’t great, but they were a better alternative to crowded barracks of crying women watched over by leering guards who still had a taste for “normals.” Most of the girls jumped at the chance for a way out, even if that meant becoming a fat-titted hucow on the government dole. Carrie, though, had received a second offer. The lawyer, a sniveling, weasel like man who maintained a constant level of sweatiness, turned off the monitoring cameras in the interrogation room before pulling out a second document and a vial. He told Carrie that the government wanted her to become a lead test subject in a very experimental project that would result in the entire research facility becoming compromised.

Carrie had her questions, particularly how many government goons this would affect. The lawyer skimped on the details, but he assured her that the site would house at least two hundred during the event. Carrie had long figured that if she’d been arrested for sedition, she might as well commit some at her first chance. The vial slowed down her decision though. Whatever was in the vial was meant to destabilize the experiment, as the lawyer put it in hurried words. She would open a door to the experiment chamber and allow the chaos to run its course. She didn’t ask specifically what the vial would do or what the experiment would entail. Everyone knew, but no one talked about it. Women and men transformed into livestock daily. As Carrie saw it, she might as well take the chance to be a queen among them.

She signed up, took the vial, and promised to go through with the mission. The lawyer told her again what to do and had her ingest the vial’s contents. It tasted sweet at first, but came with a bitter aftertaste. Two days later, she loaded onto a bus for a two hour drive. The bus had no windows and took enough turns to throw off even the most clever spy. They arrived and walked out over a gravel path to a massive steel door. Beyond the entry, she felt as though she’s stepped into a science fiction radio show. Long white walled corridors lined with curious looking scientists watching the drudging arrival of their new lab rats. She knew the man her lawyer told her about the second she saw him. He was a little too big and a little too handsome. Abusing the supply, the lawyer told her, a great sin in the Milktec research game. Dr. Hill greeted them with a glittering smile before they were led down to intake.

Carrie panicked when they drew blood samples. A woman three spots ahead of her was removed and quickly vanished from the process. Carrie, though, went through without a hitch. The tech overseeing the tests even congratulated her on above the line scores. Carrie felt irritated to be called a perfect specimen. Some people said the Long War had ended racial tensions, but she knew better. The other women in the camp looked down on her, believing their own innocence but not Carrie’s. Now, to be called a perfect specimen by a poindexter grated her even more. Some female techs took over the next phase. All of the intake women stripped and stepped into wonderfully hot showers. Carrie felt positive for the first time in months. The sedition center showers had been ice cold and filthy, but these were delightful. A few of the women even started to laugh, but Carrie did catch a few of them eyeing her chocolate coloured skin and darker nipples while whispering behind the roar of falling water.

They moved on into a new barracks, smaller and cleaner than anything they’d seen before. For one, it was limited to twenty women per room rather than two hundred. Bunked beds lined the walls while a large table sat in the middle of the room. On this, the staff provided a feast. Carrie didn’t think she ever had such a spread in her whole life — roast chicken, baked tenderloin, potatoes, peas, carrots, cornbread, pork chops, cranberry sauce, three different kinds of pie, and a strawberry cake. The women chatted happily while they ate, though more than a few made nervous jokes about preparing them for the worst. Carrie ate her fill, though she too thought of the tales of witches fattening up children to bake them in pies. She wondered if the food was laced with drugs or if they’d simply come in and give them injections later. No one showed any sign of being affected by anything other than a heavy meal. Carrie didn’t believe she would be able to sleep a wink, but the moment her head hit the pillow, she was out.

The next day started in much the same vein. They took a leisurely shower while techs laid out a hot breakfast. Carrie had to commend the kitchen staff. The sudden change to a cushioned lifestyle made her second guess the agreement she made with the lawyer. A brief announcement over a hidden PA system told the women to get dressed and prepare for their first round of testing. Carrie remembered that even lab rats were treated well.

A new tech arrived and picked out six women. Carrie watched them go, feeling a new knot of nerves building in her stomach. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to the selection, but she didn’t expect to find one. The lawyer had told her she would be taken to a specific room. Doubts clogged her thoughts. She had no idea how all of this could be orchestrated. The very size of the building astounded her. The facility had to be the size of two football fields, and she doubted anyone outside of it even knew it had been built. All of these women could disappear, and no one would think twice about it. Somehow in this machine of bureaucracy, someone chose her from all the others. She was given the secret vial with the secret agreement. She made it through the exam, and now she would be picked to go to a specific room where a door had been sabotaged. It boggled her mind, but she had no choice other than to trust.

A second tech arrived and called Carrie’s name. Since it came first, she thought she’d been found out for a moment, but the tech called out seven other names in the same breath. The women lined up and followed the young man into the hall and deeper into the facility. He led them to a circular room with eight chairs lined up around a small stand in the center. Lingering beside the stand was the grinning, unseemly Dr. Hill. Carrie knew exactly what kind of man this doctor was. The kind who still thought of her people as servants or worse. His devilish eyes followed her around the room, but she met the gaze with her own sense of knowing. The women took their seats.

“Welcome, all of you beautiful ladies. We’re going to have our first trial today. You’ve all been informed as part of the agreement that you will be exposed to a serum which causes the physiological changes of becoming a Milktec hucow. I assure you this is perfectly safe and will not dramatically alter who you are in any way. We are simply testing a broad spectrum formula and its effectiveness on mixed genetics populations. As far as what you need to do, that is also very simple. In a moment, I will leave the room. This little plinth here will produce a certain formulation of the serum that will disperse through aerosol, like your hair spray cans. After that, I want you to be very conscious of what you feel. You may become sexually aroused, you may feel pressure in your breasts, you may feel nothing at all, or you may feel something altogether different. Please make note of how you are feeling as we will ask questions about it once the exposure is done. This is a very early batch so the effects should be minimal even on the more susceptible participants. Now then, let us begin. If staff would exit please.”

The doctor flashed a final smile at the room as his assistants filed out. The doctor gave a small wave before the door sealed behind him with a hiss. Nervous titters went around the room before a mechanical noise drew their attention the small stand. The top opened, and a small cylinder rose up from the interior of the device. It came to rest with no dramatic flare, but all eyes remained fixed on it. After a moment, the canister gave a small hiss and puffs of vapor billowed out, spreading quickly around the room. It dissolved into the air before it reached any of the women, giving them an illusion of safety. Carrie knew better. She knew the dispersed gas filled up the room, going into their lungs, and covering their skin with each passing second.

For a while, nothing happened. Carrie felt nothing different other than the building anxiety in her core. Only the fading of that anxiety caught her attention. One second she was nervous, the next she grew conscious of that nervousness, and in the next an easy calm gripped her. She looked around at her fellow women with a sense of absolute peace and felt troubled by their dismay. Why should they worry? Soon everything will be better. Looking at them, she saw things she hadn’t before. The woman to her immediate right had cute mousy hair. The woman to her left had a beautiful neckline that Carrie found herself wanting to nuzzle. She wanted to bring the two women closer to her, let them feel her warmth. Am I ever warm, though.

The facility provided a set of grey cotton pants and t-shirt, the kind the army boys would wear. They’d been remarkably comfortable when she’d put them on, but now the fabric scratched Carrie’s skin. Take them off. The thought came to her as naturally as breathing. She got to her feet and stripped out of her clothes. A few of the other women looked at her aghast, but most simply watched, paralyzed by the sight. She revealed her toned stomach, her full breasts, and her round ass to the room, taking the chance to put it on display for the observational mirrors. She knew the stuffy men behind them had started to panic. Their experiment wasn’t going to plan already, and it had only been five minutes. She also knew their little pricks had stiffened in their pants.

Carrie moved her hands up and down her body. She sat back down and spread her legs. Her pussy lips parted easily, revealing a trove of pink between her dark thighs. Before she knew what was happening, the woman to her right dropped to the floor and crawled between her open legs. Carrie had never felt a tongue on her pussy before and never felt the tongue of another woman at all. The stranger dove upon her sex like a starving man upon bread. An eager tongue lapped at Carrie’s pussy, teasing out the first few waves of pleasure in what would become a world breaking orgasm. Looking around the room, she saw the effect spreading. Other women shucked off their shirts to toy with their nipples while watching or to slide their own fingers into their wet pussies. Carrie wondered how much of this was planned.

A new sensation drew her attention. Her breasts ached. She took handfuls of her dark flesh and squeezed, feeling as though a thousand star bursts of pleasure erupted inside her skin. She kept it up until another woman walked over and knelt beside her. The woman took her into a deep kiss before breaking off and lowering her mouth to Carrie’s nipple. The woman latched on while keeping her eyes locked with Carries, and began to suck. Carrie felt the milk flow out of her. She groaned from the sensation and something snapped within her. I’m free. The feeling was impossible to describe. It was as though some new appendage had been suddenly grafted onto her consciousness. She could feel the other women in the room, but more than that she could feel all those watching her. She could sense their trepidation and concern. She wanted to calm them.

The woman feasting on Carrie’s milk broke away with a gurgle. She stripped out of her clothes as her body began to change. Carrie looked in wonder before realizing that she too had changed. Gently, she moved the woman from between her legs and got to her feet. She was taller and fuller. Standing upright, she was near seven feet and her body had swelled to match. Thick thighs rose up into a round rump that wobbled as she moved. Her breasts had swollen as well, not only with milk, but with a surplus of new flesh. They hung from her chest like two enormous watermelons. She knew that she had become a living version of an old fertility statue. The woman who had drunk milk from her breasts would soon be the same. Each woman would have their turn. They would all become goddesses.

She was pleased to see the woman who had licked her pussy also changing. The two transforming women’s breasts swelled as they peeled out of their clothes. Soon these would be two new vectors for Carrie’s new brood. The queen turned her attention to the other wanton women. She beckoned them to her as she laid down on the ground. The women rushed to join her. They all stripped as quickly as they could, desperate to feel their naked skin against their new goddess. Carrie moaned in pleasure as a new mouth found her spurting nipple and swilled down her transformative milk. Another woman took hold of the other as two more tussled to take the spot between Carrie’s legs. She moved one of the women away, directing her towards the other transforming women. Those would be just as good, or almost anyway. She took her new children’s ministrations with glee, feeling the hungry mouths on her nipples and the eager to please tongue between her folds. She squeezed her legs around the woman’s head, encouraging her to delve further as a mini orgasm shook her whole form.

In the haze, she heard sirens going off. A new gas pumped into the room, but it had no effect. The women pleasuring her peeled away, wrapped up in their joyous transformations. Carrie got to her feet and turned her attention toward the door. She walked across the room with an unearthly grace, knowing many of the men behind the glass had their eyes transfixed on the spectacle within the room. Her scent had grown strong. Strong enough to permeate through the building and put everyone in a state of high arousal, but once the door opened, chaos would break out. Carrie did not know what would come of that chaos, but she knew she wanted it to happen. The men behind the glass wanted it too, more than anything. Thoughts of research had fallen out of their minds as they’d shucked their pants to start masturbating in an effort to ease the fire in their body.

She reached the door and looked at the magnetically sealed barrier. The echo of her old thoughts drew her attention to the keypad beside the door. Her hand moved easily through the air and pressed the small device on the underside of the panel. A series of chimes echoed through the room of writhing, growing women. Beyond the door, she heard cries of dismay. She felt terrible about their fear, but knew it would soon dissipate in a wave of pleasure. The interior door opened. Through the second door’s window she could see Dr. Hill frantically working to repair whatever malfunction had allowed Carrie to escape. Beyond him, a separate group of women had clearly been on their way to a different lab. The scent of their new queen liberated them. They had each found a man to absolve, stripped him from the waist down, and buried his cock in their wanton pussies. Carrie stepped toward the second door and a sensor triggered the automatic opener. Dr. Hill staggered back.

“You can’t. This isn’t possible. We measured everything correctly.”

“Shh,” Carrie said, towering over the man. “All will be made right. Come to me, you know you want to.” The second door’s opening drove the other women in the facility wild. Carrie’s essence seeped into every corner of the building. A nearby janitor caught her attention in particular. Something about him was different, but first she needed to ensure Dr. Hill got what he’d truly wanted. She caressed his face and brought him to her chest. Reluctantly, he opened his mouth and took her turgid nipple into his lips. Warm milk flowed over his tongue and into his stomach. The microscopic particles began their work immediately, giving Dr. Hill the fruit of all his work.

He pulled away with a frantic look in his eyes. With a rush of strength, he moved Carrie to the ground. Standing over her, he pulled off his pants as quickly as he could. Carrie saw his cock had already begun to leak, but as soon as she touched it, it sprayed a hot gout of cum down her forearm. She giggled, driving Dr. Hill wild. He dropped on top of her, his cock continuing to ejaculate wildly as he tried to get inside of her. He’d been driven half mad by her presence. She found it adorable and knew something more was coming for him. When he finally managed to shove himself inside of her, his spurting cock throbbed as it unloaded his balls into her waiting pussy. Carrie felt slightly disappointed. The great doctor felt small inside of her. Hill did not seem to notice though as his supposed conquest’s pussy milked him for all he was worth. He rose above her like the uncaring male lover he likely always had been. Then he saw what was happening to his chest.

Whatever serum he had used before had made him lean and muscular, but now his chest had become soft. His nipples grew puffy. His chest hair fell away. Realizing his own changes, he slipped out of Carrie’s pussy and scrambled back. Hill’s facial features began to soften, but he kept his focus on his cock. The small appendage shriveled, shrinking down as his body reabsorbed his testicles. The angular male physique faded away as well as his hips flared out to match a growing rump. Carrie understood. The poor man spent all his manhood on one last frenetic fuck. She looked around to see her disciples changing other men in much the same way. She heard a soft gasp and looked back to Dr. Hill. The man he was had completely vanished. Bulging, milk-laden breasts now rose and fell with the heave of his bosom. Between his legs, his cock disappeared into the folds of a new, virginal pussy. Hill wasted no time plumbing its depths as the new woman sank her fingers into her own snatch and came immediately.

The strange scent caught Carrie’s attention once more. She turned to look at the janitor. The man had pulled off his shirt, but had not undergone a change like Dr. Hill. Instead, this man had grown a thick pelt of hair and muscle. He was near to growling and incoherent as he stumbled toward Carrie. My bull. She rushed to meet him and immediately pulled down his pants. Whatever the man had been before, he had become magnificent through the change of her influence. A long, thick cock popped out from between his thighs while a swollen sack full of seed hung behind it. Seed that will impregnate every cow in this building. Eager to please her new mate, Carrie turned around and presented her rump to him. Still slick with Hill’s last orgasm, she reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart, giving the disoriented bull an easy target. The man’s instincts won, out and he took hold of his hucow’s rump. His cock nudged forward until it found her entrance. He slid into her with ease.

Carrie never felt so full in her life. She could feel each inch of this monster cock throbbing inside of her. The man’s hands moved up her sides until he found her breasts. He massaged the magnificent dugs eagerly, causing her milk to ooze out and splash underneath them on the floor. She writhed against his touch, feeling waves of pleasure building and building until she cried out. At the same time, women all over the facility shudder in orgasm. All the while, the changed Dr. Hill watched with pure fascination, fingering her pussy in a vain attempt to feel the same thing. The bull grunted and his balls started to empty inside of Carrie. A flood of cum filled her pussy before it started leaking out all around his still thrusting cock. The monster of a man grunted one last time and gave her round ass a slap. He slid out of her, remaining half erect.

“Come here baby,” Carrie cooed toward Dr. Hill. “Let me show you how to take a cock.”

Hill crawled over eagerly and got into the same position that Carrie had been in. The man looked a little confused until Carrie took his hardening cock in her hand and guided it to the other woman’s pussy. This one would be second, but there was much more work to do. She hoped that at least one other man in the facility had survived with his manhood in tact. Hill grunted as her body adjusted to the massive invasion. Her breasts were still a little firm, but her milk would soon be coming forth. Carrie thought she’d help her along. She positioned herself and let her massive udder droop in front of Hill’s mouth. While the wet slap of her bull’s flesh against Hill’s growing ass filled the air, Carrie felt the pleasing sensation of her milk flowing once more.

The operation had been a success. The MRF collapsed exactly as planned. Military and Milktec moved in to set up a new quarantine around the facility, to study its inhabitants. For all his trouble, planting the device and meeting with the woman agent known as Carrie, he received a bonus. The woman arrived at his apartment with a vacant look in her eyes announcing she was his government assigned hucow. Edward only wondered what variant she was full of. Would her milk make him a buff stallion or simply dull him into subservience. His bosses didn’t want word getting out of their nasty little tests, did they? He found he didn’t care much one way or the other. He knew the world was changing.

He brought his hucow in. Milked her and poured himself a glass before sitting down to listen to the Daring Phantom, a favorite radio show of his. The hucow didn’t need to be encouraged to drift over and take his cock into her mouth. He’d probably turn her around and stick it in her ass at some point. There would be time for that.

He drank his milk.