The Dairy Cow Factory

Maria was heading to the milk specialty shop on Eden’s central street the next day. Even with her makeup done and dressed up nicely, Maria looked stunning. The milk shop on the main avenue of Central Street was packed with tourists, bustling from morning till night.

They said it was popular, but wow, there really are a lot of people.

The moment Maria stepped inside the milk specialty shop, every tourist’s gaze locked onto her.

“Look over there. That angel is so pretty.”

“This is my first time seeing an angel.”

The tourists whispered among themselves as they stared at Maria. Unbothered by their burdensome stares and attention, Maria calmly approached an employee.

The employee, who had been watching Maria approach, jerked their chin toward a room deeper inside the shop and went in first. Maria followed. Inside, the employee and a man were seated at a desk.

The man looked Maria up and down as if appraising her, then spoke.

“Are you here on an errand for someone?”

“I’m not here on an errand.”

“Hmm? If it’s not an errand, what business does an angel have here?”

The man asked with clear puzzlement. The genuinely surprised expression on his face suggested that an angel coming here for anything other than running errands was extremely rare.

“I received an order from my Master to take on a dairy cow side job.”

“Oh-ho. I suppose you can’t tell me who your Master is, right? Still, the fact that you know about the dairy cow side job means you must be connected to someone pretty high up.”

The man nodded to himself in understanding. Though Maria found his one-sided conclusion slightly ridiculous, she was relieved that he seemed willing to let it slide.

“Alright. High-grade dairy cows are always in short supply anyway. Here, just fill in the information and sign.”

The file the man pulled from a drawer contained fields for name and affiliation, information about high-grade dairy cows, the conditions that had to be followed, and a signature line at the very bottom.

Maria wrote Elisha in the name field and Angels’ Haven in the affiliation field. She flipped through the document quickly, signed at the end, and handed it back to the man.

Maria, is it okay to sign without even reading it properly?

I read it all. And we have to do this anyway. It includes free entry rights to the Underground City.

Whoa… What kind of high-grade dairy cow gets free entry privileges…?

The man checked the file Maria handed over, nodded, put it away in a drawer, and spoke to the employee.

“Guide her. From now on, treat her with the utmost respect. She is a precious high-grade dairy cow.”

“Yes. Please follow me.”

Maria followed the employee out of the room, passed through a double-secured door, and stopped in front of an elevator.

“What is this elevator for?”

“It leads to the Underground City.”

The employee answered in a polite but rigid tone, then gestured inside the arriving elevator. Maria stepped in. The doors closed, and she felt the floating sensation of descending.

It must have been quite deep. After descending for a long time, the elevator stopped and the doors opened to reveal a dark corridor. Following the employee through the complicated hallways, they eventually reached a bright white corridor bathed in light.

As they walked down the corridor, they passed rooms with iron bars. Inside, countless women lay face-down on the floor, sporting breasts the size of watermelons and eating feed from what looked like troughs. At a glance, Maria could see scars on their ankles where their Achilles tendons had been severed.

Shocked by the horrifying sight she had never imagined, Maria spoke internally.

So this is what the Cow Factory really looks like. Cruel, but efficient.

It’s too horrible… How can fellow humans do something like this?

This is the dark side of humanity. Remember it well. We Abaddon must always be cautious of humans. Their malice surpasses imagination.

Ugh…

Witnessing humanity’s cruelty firsthand made her afraid. She finally understood why Maria had said they would need to tame humans if they wanted to create a nation that could coexist with them.

Maria and the employee passed the livestock pens and the room where the dairy cows were being milked. The cows were bound in restraints with milking machines attached to their breasts, endlessly pumping out milk as they panted. Their eyes, similar to the lifeless eyes of angels, stared blankly as they were milked.

After passing the milking area, they arrived at a white room that appeared to be a laboratory. There was a chair designed so the occupant would sit with legs spread wide, almost lying down, surrounded by all sorts of suspicious-looking devices.

The researcher listened to the employee’s explanation, then looked at Maria and said,

“Another high-grade dairy cow added. Looks like we’ll finally meet our quota this time. Alright, take off your clothes and sit on the chair.”

“Yes.”

Maria obediently removed all her clothes and sat on the chair. Due to the chair’s design, her legs were spread wide open, completely exposing her pussy.

The researcher restrained Maria’s body to the chair, put on latex gloves, and said,

“Excellent development for a dairy cow. Did your Master put in these piercings? They’ll get in the way of milking, but there’s nothing we can do about it.”

The researcher kneaded and inspected Maria’s breasts as if examining merchandise, then brought ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠over a small transparent container filled with something pink.

“We’ll have to use the new high-grade dairy cow slime this time. Congratulations on being the first cow to receive the grace of the latest technology.”

With careful hands covered in latex gloves, the researcher placed the pink slime onto their palm, split it into two, and placed one on each of Maria’s nipples.

The slime, which was almost the same soft pink as Maria’s nipples, wriggled for a moment before clinging tightly to them.

Huh, it’s warmer than I expected.

What are these tiny slimes doing?

I don’t know either. Hmm?

The slimes that had been wrapping around her nipples began to burrow inside.

Wait, are they going into the milk ducts?

It was incredibly ticklish. The slimes, which had only been the size of two finger joints, quickly traveled through the milk ducts and entered deep into her breasts.

Her chest grew warm and unbearably ticklish.

Maria, do you understand what’s happening?

It seems they’re entering the mammary glands and doing something. Are they making her produce breast milk?

Aah, it tickles. It tickles so much inside my breasts—I want to touch them, but this isn’t my body.

Of course, Maria’s body was also restrained, so she couldn’t touch them either. While trying to endure the tickling sensation, the researcher connected an IV to Maria’s arm and explained,

“The slime used for dairy cow production is the essence of specially modified scientific technology. It fuses with the mammary gland tissue inside the breasts, greatly developing them and causing them to produce breast milk endlessly. However, the high-grade version produces a very thick, special type of milk, so the output volume ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠is low and we can’t make too many of them.”

The researcher continued explaining while massaging Maria’s breasts. The IV fluid was being administered at a rapid rate, visibly decreasing in the bag.

“The slime applied to your breasts is the latest model. It’s a special product that creates milk containing enhanced nutrients and various additional effects compared to previous versions. It even contains a richer amount of stem cells than other high-grade dairy cows, making it even more beneficial for the body. The downside is that production volume is even lower—only about half of a regular high-grade dairy cow’s daily output.”

Maria’s softly kneaded breasts visibly grew larger. It seemed to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠be the effect of greatly developing the mammary gland tissue that had been mentioned earlier. The tickling sensation was fading, suggesting that the development of the glands was nearly complete.

“Because it’s so heavily concentrated, the production volume is low, but your food intake will increase significantly, just like the other cows. As a high-grade dairy cow, you must eat well, sleep well, and exercise well to produce high-quality milk. Understood?”

“Yes.”

Once the researcher decided Maria’s breasts had grown enough, they stopped the massage and picked up a machine.

“All dairy cows receive an ear tag that records their information. Present your left ear.”

Ah, so that’s what those identical earrings on the left ears of the cows I saw earlier were.

The ear tag was a long, cylindrical metal earring.

Ugh, if this level of thing isn’t considered dangerous, how dangerous are the other methods?

I don’t even want to imagine.

The researcher grabbed Maria’s left ear and lifted it, turning her head. The touch was rough, as if handling livestock. When the researcher pressed the machine against her ear and pushed a button, a sharp pain shot through her.

“This ear tag burrows into the inside of the ear cartilage and fixes itself in place, so don’t even think about trying to remove it. It won’t come off unless you cut off your entire ear.”

The researcher then released the restraints binding Maria’s body, removed the IV, and said,

“When your breasts feel full and swollen with milk, come back to the factory. The ear tag will serve as an Underground City pass, so you can enter freely. You may go now.”

“Yes.”

The researcher barely acknowledged Maria’s reply as they returned to their own tasks. When Maria stood up, her drastically enlarged breasts bounced with elastic weight.

Oof. They’re much heavier than before, and the bouncing is so intense. Every movement stimulates them.

Thank goodness I’m wearing the latex suit as underwear. If I’d been wearing normal underwear, these bigger breasts wouldn’t even fit properly and the jiggling would have been unbearable.

Maria put all her clothes back on and followed the employee’s guidance. As she walked, she touched her ear and felt metal embedded inside the cartilage.

It really has burrowed along the inside of my ear. Ugh, how cruel.

So now I can enter the Underground City anytime I want?

That’s right. It seems the ear tag only serves for identity verification and as a pass, so they won’t know where I go once I’m inside.

Then I can go to other places and gather evidence.

The employee guided her along a different route than the one they had taken earlier. The livestock pens and milking rooms were no longer visible. Instead, she caught a glimpse of the packaging area where the produced milk was being bottled and wrapped.

When they reached a door at the end of the corridor, the employee said,

“This is the main entrance of the Cow Factory. From now on, please enter through here.”

“Where is the elevator that goes back to the surface?”

“Go outside and head toward the pillar connected to the ceiling.”

With a polite bow, the employee said their goodbyes and disappeared back down the corridor.

Something feels strange.

Are they really just letting me roam free in the Underground City?

It seemed Maria had the same question.

It feels so anticlimactic. Wasn’t this place supposed to be under extremely tight security? They’re just letting me go like this?

Yeah, I find it strange too.

Maria passed through the automatically opening door and stepped outside. The Underground City revealed itself under the dim glow of streetlights placed here and there.

The hard, gray city had no pedestrians. Only glowing eyes wandered through the dark streets. Cleaning androids and androids moving toward unknown destinations paused briefly when they saw Maria, scanned her, then turned their heads and continued on their way.

When she looked up at the ceiling, it was pitch black and nothing could be seen. Massive pillars stood at intervals, emitting light, and countless buildings whose shapes were barely visible stretched out in every direction.

Aha. So that’s why there was no surveillance. Now I understand.

Huh? Maria, what do you mean?

Those androids are all surveillance. Every single android that’s passed by has been scanning my left ear. If I didn’t have the ear tag, I would have been caught immediately.

As expected, while entering the Underground City was difficult, moving around inside was just as hard. Avoiding the gaze of so many androids was nearly impossible.

Every time those glowing eyes in the dark city passed by and stared at her, an eerie feeling crept over her.

Ugh… It feels creepy. Let’s get out of here for today.

Yeah. We’ll need to come more prepared next time.

Maria said as she began walking. The city inhabited only by androids was eerily quiet. Without a single sound, only the androids moved through it, making the place feel like a ghost town.

While heading toward the nearest pillar, Maria suddenly stopped and fixed her gaze ahead.

What she saw were humans being dragged along by androids. The humans, with strange machines clamped over their heads, were tied together at the wrists in a long line, staggering as they were pulled forward. Their clothes, little more than rags, were covered in blood and filth, emitting a terrible stench.

What the hell is that?

Are they the test subjects Isabel mentioned?

Maria watched until the long procession of humans disappeared into the darkness, then resumed walking.

As she got closer to the massive pillar, more brightly lit buildings appeared. The smell of food wafted from somewhere, along with the sound of music and people talking. At the same time, Maria’s wariness increased.

In a place like this, I need to be more wary of humans than androids. Humans who act unpredictably are far more dangerous than androids that follow set rules.

Fortunately, she didn’t see any humans wandering outside. Instead, the number of androids increased, and so did the number of glowing eyes staring at her. They all checked her ear tag and looked away again, but it was still burdensome.

When she arrived beneath the giant pillar, a checkpoint-like area appeared. Bipedal robots twice the size of a human stood guard, and armed androids protected the entrance where a barrier had been lowered.

The moment Maria approached, every security android’s gaze snapped toward her at once.

“Halt. Verifying identity.”

Among them, an android that looked noticeably more sophisticated than the others approached and spoke. It moved its glowing eyes, scanning Maria from head to toe, then said,

“High-grade dairy cow, Elisha. What is your business?”

“I’m trying to return to the surface.”

“Pass confirmed. Have a safe journey.”

As the android spoke and stepped aside, the other security androids also moved out of the way and the barrier rose. Maria passed through the barrier. A thick iron door’s security system opened, revealing the elevator inside.

Wow, that iron door looks more than a meter thick.

Even if an intruder came down the elevator from the surface, they wouldn’t be able to get past that. The security is much tighter than I thought.

Look at the thickness of that door. My god. How would anyone break that?

Maria boarded the automatically opened elevator and ascended to the surface. After rising for quite some time, the elevator doors opened and Maria stepped out.

The surface was also blocked by a thick iron door. When it opened, an android once again verified her identity.

“High-grade dairy cow, Elisha. Identity confirmed. Have a safe journey.”

Leaving the android behind, Maria emerged into the glass garden of the park district.

Wait, there was an elevator to the Underground City in the park district?

The entrance to the space containing the elevator was the door of a classical dome building inside the glass garden. The door that had been firmly shut behind Maria didn’t budge an inch.

After leaving the glass garden and standing in the park district, she saw people strolling about in small ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠groups all around her. Who would believe that she had just come from a dark and eerie Underground City to a bright, peaceful park bathed in warm sunlight?

While Maria and I were staring blankly at the park, a little tourist child passing by pointed at Maria and shouted,

“Mommy, that big sister’s boobies are super huge!”

“Hey! You can’t say things like that!”

“But I just said her boobies are big…”

“Come here right now!”

Watching the child being dragged away by their mother, Maria said,

“Anyway, we’ve taken one step forward now that we can enter the Underground City.”

Now all we need to do is gather evidence.

“For now, let’s go back to the Haven and rest. Whew, my breasts feel so heavy.”

Thanks to the latex suit, there was almost no jiggling, but her now much heavier breasts had a noticeable weight to them. Just how big were they now? They seemed to match the size Isabel had mentioned. They were so enormous they almost looked comical. Even with triple the muscle strength and a muscular body, they still felt heavy. She wondered how an ordinary woman could possibly endure breasts this large.