Angie Abadi was excited, she'd been sent out to do her first on-air feature! She'd been working as a researcher for the local news for a couple of years ago, and was desperate to get to do broadcast news. Sure, this was a puff advertising piece for some local business, but they seemed really excited about it. And there was talk of it becoming a regular feature if this proved popular enough. It wouldn't, it was a puff piece, but well... she could only hope!
She was about 5'5'', her family Middle Eastern (Angie wasn't her real first name, she'd hoped that Angie would be more approachable and so more likely to get on air). Her dark brown hair swept past her shoulders, dark eyes shining under her strong nose and thick brows. She wore a pair of oversized black-rimmed glasses, classic librarian chic. Her caramel coloured curves were poured into a tight black knee-length dress, a professional cut suitable for a reporter. It couldn't disguise her very ample, full breasts, the cleavage deep and inviting. Indeed, it had been part of the board's decision to give her a shot...
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Alan Armstrong, the newsreader, smiled and turned back to the camera between segments. "Today folks, we've got a story from you coming from a local business, a farm claiming to have revolutionised agriculture and the human genome. Fascinating stuff. Over to our new reporter, Angie Abadi."
The shot cut to Angie, sitting in a curiously non-farm-like environment. The room was small and sterile, and she was sitting atop what looked like a dentist's chair, a big smile on her face as a man bustled beside her with a series of needles and instruments. "Well, thanks, Alan! I'm here with Dr McDonald here, who's going to demonstrate on me," she pulled a mock-nervous face, "Something he claims has revolutionised farming. I'm as much in the dark as you, audience, so..."
She looked at the doctor as he came over, holding a long syringe. He sunk it into her arm and she visibly winced, but held it together for the benefit of filming. "Well, there it is." She turned to the doctor. "You said it would be a few minutes?" He replied in the affirmative. "So back to you for now, Alan, and we'll check back in with me later!"
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"Well, viewers," Alan Armstrong intoned. "We're about to revisit Angie, but I'm told, what's happened to her is quite dramatic. Angie?"
He turned to look at a video link that had come up. Angie was stripped to the waist, her mic dangling over her bare shoulders, the skin a creamy caramel hue. Bizarrely, she had two towels held up to the front of her breasts, each visibly sopping wet. "Yes, Alan, it seems I'm now, uh... lactating profusely." She was struggling to maintain the smile; she hadn't wanted to go back on live television looking like this! With her tits out!
Dr McDonald, standing beside her, nodded. He gestured at her chest. "I used small dose," he said in a German accent. "Which would produce only small dose of milk, for demonstration, yes. But because the subject already had such big fat udders, her production is very high."
Angie winced, knowing her family could see this! "And Dr McDonald, how does this change farming?"
The doctor said gravely, "Well, we have full time employees, women who choose to, for a living, let us milk them. They get a special treatment, more complex than the small one you got. And with that, we produce beautiful organic product."
"Well, how about that, Alan!" Angie forced a laugh. "Keep an eye out for it on shop shelves, folks! Back to you, Alan!"