There were simply too many unaccounted for variables to manufacture a globally-effective dose of compound 'CU-78' to meet profitable production levels; the cause a wide margin of variation in subjects' hormonal makeups. The Acquisitions Department needed to be a bit more selective of the livestock that they were precuring, but as they put it, 'You make the milk, we pick the girls'; Neanderthals.
Regardless, you worked with what you had and took good care of the inventory once it was delivered for testing. Most of the girls were kept sedated and well fed to encourage general compliance and maximum lactation levels; they ranged from the upper limits of elementary school-aged girls to middle schoolers.
Sales and Marketing, as well as a secretive board of trustees, found that product appeal stemmed from the taboo nature of its source. All parties placed a great burden of producing consistent yield upon you and the rest of R&D. Such a challenge piqued your scientific interests, as well as stoking a more personal curiosity.
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"Say 'ahh'," you mimicked the playful expression, sticking your tongue out as a pediatrician would when working with a child; this current role sharing 'some' similarities.
Subject 0829 was as compliant as they came and it made your job all that easier; the lithe little brunette unfurling her saliva-coated tongue in a mirrored fashion. 0829 was suspended in an optimal milking position; various straps and buckles keeping the preteen lass snuggly bound in a horizontal siphoning rig. After feeding her a few nutrient-rich capsules for optimal vitamin intake, you gave the mind-broken girl a thorough oral examination. Her hazy gaze was soft and submissive, even hinting a slight adoration; it was adorable. In truth, most of the girls had been lobotomized, protocol and time constraints required such actions. On rare occasion, you'd had ample time to 'get to know' your subjects in a much more intimate setting and condition them with rigorous tender-love-and-care.
Finishing up with the physical test, you knelt low and scrupulously checked the sophisticated pumps that slowly and rhythmically massaged the sizable orbs of flesh that hung from the young girl's chest; D-sized breast teasingly swayed from the machines ministrations.
"Good girl, you're producing plenty of yummy milk, 0829! Mr. Anon is so proud of you." She cooed against your soft ministrations as your hand affectionately moved to her cheek. It would be a lie to say that you didn't form some unprofessional affection for these girls, though your role as a scientist came first.
"T-Thank you, Mr. Anon! I l-love making sweet m-milk for y-you!" She cooed like a confused, dimwitted bimbo; 'udderly' broken. Never again would she have to concern herself with the pesky matters of freewill or shame; plus, her breasts were absolutely amazing. Well, while 0829 had shown promising results on her own, it wasn't enough for the board or yourself; she'd already been administered several variations of the 'CU-XX' formula so results were inconclusive. You needed a blank slate for effective testing.
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Acquisitions had finally gotten around to fulfilling your request; the subject was lightly sedated and in good health; they'd been sure not to rough her up. Per procedure, she was bound to a cold slab of sterilized steel; she had yet to learn her new designation as Subject 0932. Whatever name she had before was irrelevant.
Consciousness returned to Subject 0932 as if a dark blanket was slowly been pulled away from her foggy mind. "W-Where am I?" A genuine question that slurred from her delicate lips. According to her file, she was only