"HA," she said. "Now I have another fine milker." She detaches you from her breasts, and you slump to the floor, groggy from the milk unable to move because of your massive udder. She calls in two very string attendants who lift you onto a stretcher and take you somewhere.
"You're going to like where we're going. Nothing but pleasure all day long. And don't lie to yourself, thinking that you're missing out on life. WE all know that you've been goggling at udders for years" While she says this, you feel your udder shrink somewhat, no longer fueled by the woman's magic milk. You raise a weak arm and feel it, and it is at least as big as the largest cow udder you've ever seen on the Internet before, if not bigger.
When the woman and the two ladies carrying you stop, your udder is painfully full, yet you can't seem to empty it. You are deep inside the island somewhere. The three hoist you up, and chain your arms, head, and legs to a strange. When they step back, you are still standing, but can only move your eyes. Around you, in several long rows are dozens of other boys and girls, all chained to the same device, all being milked. Many look more bovine than human. You scream in agony, but the woman just stares at you, saying "now that's not very good behavior. If you don't stop that screaming, I'm afraid we'll just have to forgo your milking." And you realize that the pain in your swollen udder is getting greater by the minute.
You stop screaming, and the ladies attach a milking device to your udder. You feel incredible relaxed as the milk flows out of you. Meanwhile, one of the women explains to you the policy.
"As of now, you are just a human with an udder. Let that sink in, because that means you are our property. You will have a milk machine attached to your teats 24 hours a day. Four times a day you will be fed while remaining in the same position as you are now. If you have to go to the bathroom, you will go where you stand. Do not expect to be taken to a bathroom. You will remain here indefinitely, as long as you continue to produce milk. Afterward, if you're good, we might just let you out or turn you into a cow. But outside of that, enjoy your new life." She smiles sadistically and the ladies leave you alone with the other being milked.
As time goes on, you forget much of your old life. You forget everything you learned in school, you forget how to reason, and eventually, you forget how to speak. You can only moan in pleasure or pain.