The seconds it took for the machine to announce its next action felt like an eternity for Cassidy.
“Procedure ended.”
The restraints retracted away from Cassidy, causing her to briefly flop onto her numerous assets. The first round had made her tired and she hadn’t realized how much the machine had been propping her up. However, her adrenaline was in overdrive. She had to get out before the machine decided to do anything else to her!
She lifted herself back up to all fours, and crawled like her life depended on it. It was a cumbersome task due to all the weight the machine had piled onto her, and her sensitive tits protested with such rapid movement, but nothing mattered until she got back to any area but the active zone.
She passed her own clothes, reaching the machine’s controls. Slowly, she pulled herself upright using both the machinery and a safety rail. After briefly struggling with her breasts to see past them, she navigated to the shutdown process and did what was necessary. The machine whirred down and the room was silent.
“Finally..." She slumped down, causing the wall of tits to further obstruct her view. “At least it can’t get worse.” She looked at her clothes. Obviously, the shirt was never going to fit, but what about the pants? She carefully slipped her hands down either side, trying to determine where her udder connected. Squeezing her hand between the mass and her legs verified that it was attached well below the normal belt line. She’d need modified pants, too.
She carefully moved her hands over this latest growth. While it was still the same shade as her own skin, four inhumanly-long teats waggled nearly a foot away from where her stomach should’ve ended. She traced veins expertly installed by the AI into a perfect replica of a cow’s udder. She squished a hand into the empty mass to be greeted by a distant nausea, as if she’d punched herself in the tit. She moved upward to her quartet of boobs. Obviously human, but too large to be considered human. The nipples had scaled up as well, creating an exceptionally large areola. All four together were equal in size to the udder, but at least they were closer to what she’d been aiming for. Before the day was over, these milk factories would go from empty to completely full, and she’d have close to 12 gallons hanging off her chest and gut.
Cassidy held her head in both hands. What was she going to do? She couldn’t be seen in public like this. Company policy was that employees had to get property removed if they quit or get fired, and she absolutely didn’t want a mastectomy, much less three or four of them. She could run away and play off being heavily pregnant with enough bindings and some concealing clothing, but people would grow suspicious if she was permanently pregnant. Maybe she could become a farmhand out in the sticks and contribute as a cow, too? Were there any competitors to Future Farms? She’d never bothered checking.
Maybe she could get her contract modified and be housed on-site, like that researcher. She knew there was human productivity testing on-site, but such discussions were discouraged among employees.