Equality of outcum

The newly formed centre of excellence already had a remarkable list of achievements. They managed to design, print and test human breast tissue spliced with bovine genes, installed it successfully, and it was accepted by a human body. They proved that it was sustainable and integrated completely with the host body. They integrated perfectly with the nervous system and lymphatic system. The new cells independently grew without becoming cancerous. The new cells produced safe, nutritious, non-allergenic, tasty, human milk. Yet all of these achievements still did not matter outside of academic circles. It still had no wider impact than creating knowledge.

To keep the project on track, the centre of excellence had a set of specific milestones. The first of these, quite modestly, was to beat the Guinness world record for human milk production. 

After Angie’s dressing down, Elke’s milking predictions were recorded on her udders. 100cl for the left, 98cl for the right. Currently, she was kneeling on the special milking station installed in the centre of the company gym in the basement. The miking station consisted of a padded L-shaped bench with cutouts for Elke’s face and tits. The L was at a slight angle to allow her tits to hang slightly forward, but mostly to lift her arse to a comfortable height. There were padded supports for her knees to rest on. These were uncomfortably far apart, ostensibly not allowing her legs to block the viewing angle from the video camera filming the process from behind. That it was also wide enough for a man to comfortably access her exposed arse and pussy was unlikely to be a design oversight.  

Before descending on the milk station, there was a sequence of preparation steps. First, she had to undress fully. The udders had to be thoroughly washed by the three milkers assigned for the session. Using hot water, plenty of soap and coarse brushes, the udders were scrubbed surgically clean until they were red, hot and tingling. 

Then there was the warm-up exercise. This consisted of Elke bending over at 90 degrees and swinging her breasts aggressively in a wide arc around her torso for a minute. This was to “let the milk come down” to the bottom of her tits, increase blood flow, and, as a side effect, air-dry her soaked tits. 

Then the nipples had to be unlocked. Jamie and Max were guiding Ricardo and Caleb through the procedure. First, you had to get a firm grip on the nipple. Grab the nipple between thumb and forefinger with the thumb pointing straight down to the ground. The app can guide you. Increase the pressure until the app shows the nipple going from red to green. This will be very uncomfortable for our hucow, and she might involuntarily winch, pull back, moan, and breathe deeply. Don’t let this distract you. Our hucow would prefer the procedure done fast, efficiently and, ideally, once. Once the grip is sufficiently strong, pull the nipple forward. Again, the app will show an image of a breast from the side with an overlay of a spring with a numbered dial. Pull forward until the hand on the dial goes into the red zone. Experienced people will feel the transition when the locking mechanism disengages. It will be necessary to steady the hucow with your free hand, as this motion could cause her to lose her balance, requiring the procedure to be restarted. Once this position has been achieved, rotate the nipple by 180 degrees by turning your hand till the thumb points upwards. Again, with experience, you will learn to recognise the moment when the mechanisms align. If not, the app will guide you to the precise position. Note that the angle can vary by up to 20 degrees either way, so some trial and error will be required to get proper alignment. Take care not to relinquish the pressure of the nipple hold or the tension of the breast pull, as this won't allow the tubes to connect, requiring a restart. With practice, this will be one smooth, fast moment. 

Caleb turned out to be a natural. His veterinary background allowed him to be confident and precise. Slotting the left breast in place on the first attempt. Ricardo was having trouble. Aware of the strong grip of his rock-climbing fingers, he tried to be careful and kind. This meant that he kept losing pressure at various points of the procedure and had to start again. Elke tried to hide the pain as well as she could. Phasing out into subspace, she tried to become a mere observer of her own body. Finally, Ricardo, his ego as a surgeon overriding his protective urges, resolved to grip the nipple with enough force to make Elke yelp, punching through her cloudy subspace layer. Pulling back he again started to search for the elusive connection point. Slowly turning the nipple from 160 degrees to 200 degrees he finally found the soft attachment point and let go mercifully. 

With Elke lying down on the milking station, the final step was to release the internal actuators through the app. Pressing a button on the app, a countdown started that would relax the muscles in her nipples and finally let the milk flow. 10, 9, 8, 7,  everyone was counting down together in unison. On zero white rivulets of milk burst out of her udders to roarious cheers. Fireworks went off in Elke’s head as the release washed over her with near orgasmic bliss. Letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding she relaxed her whole body into the bench, descending deeper into subspace, feeling the endorphins course through her body.

The first step was to time how much milk would drain by mere gravity assist alone. The app records the time when the streams of milk finally reduced to a slow drip. The next stage was hand milking. Ricardo and Caleb stepped up to milk her udders while Max was lining up his penis with her pussy. This was time to milk and be milked. 

The four members of the away team spent the next 30 minutes rotating around the hapless hucow. One in her mouth, one in her cunt and two milking her udders. What started off as cowlike milking grew in intensity as the milking slowed. Determined to break previous records, they wrung the milk out of her udders with both hands like one would wring water out of a wet towel. Elke’s muffled screams around the dick in her throat did little to dampen their enthusiasm at this point. She was treated as a slab of meat. 

Finally, Elke’s udders could yield no more with manual milking and the industrial goat milker was attached to her nipples. This hideous device would drain the last milk from her udders until she was completely dry. As a side effect, it would suck her nipples deep into the milkers, daily stretching, elongating and increasing the size of her nipples. The blood being sucked into her nipples made them hypersensitive for hours after the milking. As a final insult, the machine would not stop after milk stopped flowing, but would keep active for another fifteen minutes after she was completely dry. This was a signal to her mind and body that she was not producing enough milk for her hungry litter, stimulating the body to produce more.

This left more than enough time for the away team and other assembled observers to drain their cocks into one of her practiced holes. 

The final step was to compare the actual milk production to Elke’s prediction. The left tit produced 102 cl and the right produced 100. This was a big milestone for the centre of excellence. For the first time she produced more than 2 litres of milk in a single milking. The announcement was met by loud cheers from the assembled crowd. “At the current rate of improvement, I predict the world record could be ours within the next month!” Caleb announced. Another round of applause. 

The phrase “another month” echoed through Elke’s brain. She was already producing nearly 6 litres of milk a day! Surely that was off the scale for human production. Yet it was going to take another month of “improvement” to match a normal, unenhanced human for the world record. And she knew it wouldn’t stop there.