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"So let me get this straight." Vedal furrowed his brow. "You want me to build you a specific type of machine..."
"Mhm." The moss-haired cowgirl sitting across from him nodded eagerly. She was practically vibrating in her seat.
"Which will keep you in 'light bondage', and use various tools to...extract your milk."
"Yup." She smiled, giddy.
"So you can bottle it, and...sell it as merch."
"And don't forget it has keep me in a constant state of sexual stimulation to get me to lactate even more!"
Vedal had never felt this ashamed to associate with someone else in his entire life. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fucking - why?! Why would I do any of that?!"
"Because it would be hot as fuck and you'd be very very gay to refuse."
Fuck, she's got a point.
He cleared his voice. No, he couldn't budge on this. His corporation prided itself on being (semi)-ethical! This could get him in a lot of hot water legally, best not to-
"And also I'll give you 50% of the profits."
Vedal stood from his office chair and thrust his arm out towards her. "Madame Crelly, you and I have got a goddamn deal."
She squeezed it, grinning from ear to ear. A little bit of drool was dripping from the side of her mouth in sheer anticipation. "Oh this is going to be very good."
Vedal invested thousands of pounds into the development of the Milkatron 3000 - creatively named as such by Neuro during a board meeting - and it took entire weeks and the collaboration of outsourced engineer Ellie Minibot to get a prototype going.
What started as a fairly simply combination of an industrial farming milk-pump and a vibrating dildo eventually was feature-crept into a monstrous machine that took up the entire middle of the newly-christened 'milking room' in the basement of the corporation building. Glossy robotic tentacles each tipped with soft, transparent suction-cups, that could be moved and controlled at a distance. A padded reclining seat with various straps to restrain ankles, wrists, thighs and the torso. A selection of vibrating dildoes of various shapes and sizes, including some rather...exotically-shaped ones.
The milk would then be pumped into a huge refrigerated tank that was attached to a fully automated packaging system that would pour the milk into bottles, close them, and label them. It was built to be an all-in-one industrial beast.
Crelly stared in awe at it. "This looks like something straight out of a gore hentai, like it's going to fuck me and then peel my skin off and cut me up into a bunch of little chunks." From the look on her face, it didn't seem she exactly hated the idea.
"What the fuck kind of depraved shit do you watch?!" Vedal's voice echoed from the speakers. He was observing her from behind a thick glass panel through a dedicated 'control room', exasperated and concerned at the same time.
"Oh you have no idea." She grinned smugly, shrugging off her jacket.
"Anyway!" Before anyone could even instruct her to do anything, she started unbuttoning her top. Two, heavy tits exploded into view, her cleavage so large you could stuff an entire can of Dr. Pepper between them. The poor black bra struggled to contain her overwhelming size.
"Wow - I..." Vedal blinked rapidly. "I did not know you had all that going on."
"What the fuck do you meaaan?!" She cried, all offended as she dropped her shirt on the floor without a care, and started undoing her bra. "It's just the clothes that hide them. I'm a cow, of course I have big boingy-bongers!"
Click went the bra, and she dropped it on the ground like it was a dirty towel. Her tits were, well, fuckin' massive, the size of a basketball each, with large, hefty, dark nipples that a grown man would probably struggle wrapping his lips around. Vedal could be seen mouthing 'Jesus Christ' as they came into view.
"And also! Why are you the only one here?" She asked, staring straight at him, idly lifting up her breasts with both arms. "You've got a thing for me? You lured me here to take advantage of a poor defenseless little cow? You wanna kiss me on my hot mouth? Huh?" She grinned and leaned over, making her tits hang heavily. A small white bead leaked from one of her teats.
"No."
She stamped the floor with her heels. "Why noooy?!"
"Because I'm the only one right now that knows how to work this stupid thing." He seemed annoyed, more at himself than at her. He probably would have far preferred having the whole thing be automatic. "So you're stuck with me for these test sessions."
She groaned dramatically. "Ugh, whatever, Big Pretzelman, I haven't gooned for an entire WEEK in anticipation for this, so it better be good!"
Vedal winced in frustration at her bratty behavior. "Wow, a week, your life is sooo hard." He muttered loud enough for the microphone to pick up. He started to flick some switches and click some buttons and the Milkatron started to hum to life.
"I heard that, Tutel! You're such a bad friend- Oh wow, this thing is loud!" She got immediately distracted. She approached the machine, looking it over. It slightly rumbled, though after a few seconds it stabilized itself - then two long metallic tentacles started moving about, snaking like they were living things.
Actual breast-sucking tentacles, straight out a hentai. She covered her mouth, exciting tingles running up her spine and she bit her lip in anticipation. "Nevermind I fucking love you now. Thank you so much."
"I'm so thrilled." He dryly stated. "Now please get nak-."
He blinked, and Crelly had already thrown all of her clothes except her shoes on the ground. Her huge, wide ass that could be best described as 'dumptruck-tier' and her thick green bush were now in full display. Her pussy was already glistening in excitement.
She placed her hands on her hips and thrust her chest forward in an overtly confident pose, Crelly stared at the machine like it owed her money.
"Bring it on, fucker!"