Sir Richard Montagu was a man of diverse and unique tastes. Not for him the seedy brothels of a Bangkok or simple summertime trysts with married women on the Riviera. At least, not anymore. He’d gotten older, and as he had, his desires had turned more and more to the strange and outlandish. A single night or sexual conquest was no longer satisfactory. No, he needed more elaborate plays. And he’d done so. Concocting sexual theater for himself and his nearest friends, theater that saw the unsuspecting brought in and transformed over time into something different, he had fun, but fun that saw him withdraw completely from the public eye, lest Authorities find him.
But in all the world, there was no better place to indulge in debauchery, not only for the senses, but for the intellect too, than the hive of darkness called Tokyo Kingdom. It was a world that spoke to Sir Richard – a world of anonymous transactions, of gambling for the highest stakes, of experimentation and boundary-pushing that could happen nowhere else in the world. Sir Richard, unable to indulge in the merely pedestrian pleasures of Europe anymore, had eagerly decamped to the home of demons, and for a few months he had been enjoying his new life. Now, he was being given a tour of a truly one-of-a-kind institution – the first large-scale human milk farm in the world.
The founder and owner, a tall, cunning-faced orc by the name of Kurtz, explained the history of his work as he led his VIP guest out of the reception area and towards the viewing galleries. “You’d be surprised at how quickly the business has grown, Sir Richard,” he said, the door opening to a catwalk that stretched across a long room.
Below the pair were dozens of immobilized women, locked into harnesses that suspended them off the ground horizontally, allowing their pendulous breasts to hang down freely. Sir Richard was impressed by the spread – women of all nationalities could be seen. The machines attached to their breasts continuously pumped at their milk-engorged breasts. “They’re all natural?” Richard asked, a little skeptical.
Kurtz laughed. “I understand the hesitation, but these girls here are all-natural, the way I did it from the beginning. Circumstances have required innovation in increasing output, but we take seriously our commitment to the organic label, and don’t mix the products together!”
Both men threw their heads back and laughed. “This is about the upper bound for size and output that human women can reach, purely through natural means,” Kurtz explained. The natural means could be seen in their bellies, either grossly gravid and filled with twins or triplets, or showing the marks of having given birth recently.
Only a few inscrutable eyes followed the pair as they walked the catwalk. But whatever feeling motivated those resilient cows – curiosity, hate, desire – disappeared as orc and human workers came through to change the milk jugs. Inevitably this meant the workers would indulge in some fun with the cows, fingering them until they came uncontrollably. Some muted squealing began as Sir Richard and Kurtz left the gallery.
“I’m intrigued by the experiments your ambition led you to,” Sir Richard said, “I have been interested in something… artistic to accompany me in my penthouse.”
Kurtz motioned deeper into the building. “Follow me!” The men passed by small laboratories, staffed by goblins, men and women, female orcs, and more. “We started with growth hormones, of course. Different cocktails have been developed and trialed over the years. Some only affected size and not output.”
“A disappointment, I’m sure?”
“Not at all!” Kurtz grinned, showing his gold-banded tusks. “Through shell companies we’ve been working to get them approved for sale in the United States and the European Union. Think about it – true breast enlargement without surgery!”
Sir Richard nodded. “The dream of so many women over the years, of course. I’ve known plenty who would have done anything for it.”
The orc went deeper and deeper underground. Security grew tighter, and Sir Richard was impressed by the respect he was being shown. He was glad his reputation had preceded him even to Tokyo Kingdom. “Your security seems world-class,” he said.
“Tokyo Kingdom isn’t a place you can rely on others for safety, and enemies from near and afar are all too plenty. Besides, danger is its own opportunity!” He laughed as he put his hand on a biometric reader and the diagonal doors in front of the pair squealed open.
In the dark, humid room, filled with the sound of whirring and pumping, Sir Richard’s eyes struggled to adjust to the dark. Kurtz turned up the red emergency lights, and he was met by the sight of two women side by side in special harness machines. One was a beautiful young woman with short orange hair and a stomach saying she had just given birth, whose blue eyes stared dumbly off into the distance. The other was a slightly older African-American with long black hair and orange eyes, strongly-muscled still despite her captivity and her enormous, pregnant belly. Both clearly had prodigious milk output, and their breasts were being pumped of liter after liter of milk. It took a moment for Sir Richard to read the names and profiles of the cows.
“Igawa Sakura! Mirabell Bell!” he spoke in pure shock, his mouth open in admiration as he stared at Kurtz. “A Taimanin! A UFS special operative! And you…!”
A grim smile touched Kurtz’s face. “They attacked a few months ago, not together, but around the same time. Not the first government sluts who’ve come to ‘volunteer’ as cows, but these two were definitely the most troublesome. Took a lot of good men to take them down, but they’re going to be the cornerstone of my next expansion plan.”
Richard tapped his finger on his mouth. “I am very interested in seeing what else you might have to offer a collector like myself, and I can already assume these two are off limits for sale. But might I try them out? I’ve never seen a real life Taimanin before, you see.”
Handing over a small button, Kurtz told Sir Richard to press it when he was done and, after explaining that the cows’ positions could be moved with the harnesses, he left the older man to his fun. Sir Richard turned his attention to Mirabell first. Pulling the tube out of her mouth, the older man quickly pulled out his erect dick and slipped it between her soft lips. He let out a well-satisfied sigh at the warm, wet sensation enveloping his cock.
His dick slipped in and out of Mirabell’s mouth without any resistance, a sensation he found intoxicating. Here was a woman of inner fire, famous for her dangerous skills, and he was using her like a common whore! It was delectable. He thrust his hips against her face, going deeper and deeper, but he wanted more. Pulling his cock out, watching Mirabell drool a mix of her saliva and his precum, he engaged the harness and turned her upside down.
Sliding his lubricated dick again into her mouth, he pushed and pushed until he felt the soft, spongy flesh of the agent’s throat hit the tip of his dick. That was what he wanted. He began to violently thrust his dick in and out, throat-fucking Mirabell as his balls slapped and scraped along her face. To enhance the feeling, he wrapped his hands around her throat and squeezed down. “Fucking UFS bitch!” he grunted. “You and your fucking UFS running me out of England! How do you like my dick?!” He knew he was not meant to permanently harm the merchandise but Sir Richard had some aggression to unleash. Using Mirabell’s throat like an onahole was a perfect way to get some measure of revenge. Mirabell’s face was soon a slippery mess of spittle, throatslop, and precum spilling out of her mouth.
It didn’t take much longer for the man to cum, spilling a week’s worth of semen into Mirabell’s mouth and throat, so much that her body unconsciously snorted trying to breath, spraying jizz out of her nostrils to spill down her face towards the ground. Richard let go of Mirabell’s throat, and saw her chest twitch as she could breathe a little easier again.
Panting, Sir Richard looked over at Sakura, still unmoving and unresponsive. “Dumb bitch, you really are a cow,” he said, raising her up somewhat so he could grab her huge breast and begin sucking on the thick nipple. He was rewarded with thick streams of warm, invigorating milk that tasted sweeter and heavier than usual human milk. The effect was so sudden and surprising that for a moment Sir Richard wondered if he’d been drugged. But no, it was just strength filling his body in ways he hadn’t felt in decades. “No wonder business is booming! This shit is better than coke!” He suckled on the tit for a few more mouthfuls, and felt his erection come back in record time and even stronger than before, filling all of Mirabell’s throat with his girth. “Fuck yes!” he gasped.
Taking another ten minutes to unload 5 more consecutive loads down Mirabell’s throat, by the time he pulled out Mirabell’s face was a swamp of frothy cum bubbles and off-white semen spurting from Sir Richard’s cock-tip. “That’ll fuckin teach you whores to mess with me,” he spat at her, before looking over at Sakura a little more relaxed. “But you… aren’t you just a cute little mother now? What say we get you pregnant again so you can be a good cow?”
Getting behind Sakura, he spread her legs and rubbed at her pussy, feeling it already damp. “Hah, once a slut, always a slut. Don’t worry, I won’t pull out for a long time!” With only a little resistance from her well-used hole, his cock slipped into her cunt and slammed into her tunnel. As he fucked her, he leaned down and forced her face towards him so he could kiss her roughly. It was totally one-sided, but she was just too cute to not do it. And as he fucked her, he thought he could hear her mind-broken body pant and sigh into his mouth – practically begging him to fuck her even harder. He obliged.
The wet slapping noise of his fucking filled the room, along with the sounds of the machinery. He slapped Sakura’s ass again and again, until her ass cheeks were a bright red milieu of handprints layered on top of each other. But every time he did so, her tunnel tightened around his cock, milking him. He came once, his semen splashing against her cervix, but he didn’t stop there. He suckled the milk from Mirabell’s torpedo-shaped breast and used the strength to give Sakura everything he had in him, cumming in her nearly a dozen times. A sloppy puddle of cum began to form below Sakura and Sir Richard, just from the overflow coming out of her.
After an hour of abusing the cows though, Sir Richard knew he couldn’t waste more time. He was a busy man, even in exile. He planted a last kiss on Sakura’s lips, stood up, and began to pull out.
That was when Sakura’s legs slipped out of their restraints and her knees slammed into the man’s cheeks. Before he could shout, Sakura twisted her body, and Sir Richard’s neck snapped like a twig, his body falling heavily to the ground.
“Phew… I’m glad that’s over with,” Sakura groaned as she undid her harness restraints and stood up. “Old men who don’t have any technique are so boring! How are you holding up, Mirabell?”
Mirabell sat up slowly, her huge belly keeping her from moving fast, and spat on the ground as she wiped her face with the dead man’s jacket. “Fine. Need a harder grip than that to choke me.”
Far from being mindroken dolls, the two special government agents had been putting on a show for their captors, feigning being broken until the moment was right for them to escape. It had been a hard couple of months though, even with getting to know each other and becoming friends. They’d had to endure being inseminated by machine, and Sakura didn’t even know what she’d given birth to, but they’d held onto sanity by remembering their purpose and little by little preparing their move. The restraints in the harnesses were the easiest part, falling prey to Sakura’s ninja techniques that saw them open without even setting off any of the alarms.
But now, stretching their limbs, feeling the strange distribution of weight in their bodies from their modified breasts, they faced their real challenge – escaping the farm. Climbing up the wall of the small room, Sakura kicked open a vent. As long as Mirabell was pregnant, Sakura was going to be far more mobile. They couldn’t leave via the vents Sakura had used to get in the first place. But there were other routes, and other ways to make sure they weren’t seen. A few minutes later, one of the major security rooms was filled with unconscious guards, and patrols were changed to open up a route leading to the ground floor.
Returning to Mirabell, Sakura found the UFS agent holding her stomach and grimacing. “Are you alright?!” she asked, but she knew what it was before Mirabell even spoke.
“Labor pains. I’ve been feeling them more and more recently.” Mirabell saw the concern in Sakura’s eyes. “Didn’t want to tell you or you might say we should wait. I want outta here.” She gave Sakura a grin. “Besides, I bet your bosses and mine would like to see what comes out of me.”
“Alright… but I’ll take the lead!” Sakura said. “Don’t push yourself too hard, Mirabell, please. We’ll get out of here together.” Sakura took Mirabell’s hand and squeezed. Mirabell squeezed back.
“Then lead on, ninja! I’m right behind you.”
Helping Mirabell along, Sakura led the way out of their prison. They had to pass through several milking galleries though, and Sakura worried if they could get through without the workers making their rounds through at the same time.
The first gallery was small, but dominated by women who had been terribly transformed. Their bellies were huge, almost as big as Sakura herself, so big they were immobile. It was another reason Sakura needed to escape and tell the Taimanin that this place needed to be raided. But as the escapees passed by women who noted their presence with indifference, she saw a familiar shock of long orange-red hair.
“Maika?” Sakura gasped. “Maika Kamimura?” She remembered meeting her through her sister once, back at the Academy. She was a violent, brash woman, but skilled too. But now…
The woman blinked a few times, grimacing and grunting as she tried to focus on Sakura. “Oh fuck, Sakura…! Hrrghh! You… you’re getting outta here? Fuck… wish I could join you. Haaah!” The uncouth Taimanin grit her teeth in pain as she strained, before letting out a heavy sigh. “It never stops… they keep fucking pumping me with some drug, I keep getting pregnant while pregnant.” Her breasts were huge, each four times as big as Sakura’s head, waterfalls of milk being pumped from her. “Wish I could even see the brats, but I guess they’re all orcs.” She said it in a strange way, almost regretful she couldn’t meet the monsters she’d birthed.
The tone spoke to something in Sakura. Wasn’t she abandoning her children here? How would she ever know who they were, or what they might become? Even if they were orcs, what if she could give them a better life? She had to fight the urge to turn back and try to uselessly appease her misguided maternal instincts.
“We’re going to bring reinforcements,” Mirabell said to Maika. “We won’t leave you down here.”
Maika groaned in pain again, the same noises that were coming out of Mirabell. “Thanks. Appreciate it. Just… if you find my rocket launcher, fucking blow that asshole Kurtz sky high for me before you go, won’t you?”
Sakura nodded, then ran off with Mirabell when they heard others approaching. “Nnggghhh! Can’t you at least give a girl an ORGASM this time when you knock me up, you fucks!” Maika screamed at the workers, distracting them from noticing Sakura and Mirabell. Looking behind her, Sakura could see the pile of squirming newborns collecting behind Maika, their umbilical cords leading back inside her, one more orc child sticking halfway out of her.
Another floor up, Mirabell struggling to keep up as labor pains continued to hit her, and passing past a window Mirabell stopped Sakura cold. “Wait!” Mirabell pressed herself against the window and looked in. She saw something, and her eyes widened. “I have to get in!”
Finding a door nearby, Sakura opened it while Mirabell hobbled in. “Io! Io!” she hissed as she approached a woman with long black hair. But as Mirabell got close, she saw something strange in Io’s eyes. Her body was covered in tattoos proclaiming her to be a meat toilet, a cock-addicted whore, a baby factory, and more, with a large bar code on the back of her neck. She too was hugely pregnant, big enough to fit quadruplets in her belly.
“Io! We’re getting out!” Mirabell said, pulling the tube out of her mouth. Only then did Io’s eyes focus on Mirabell.
“Oh, Mirabell…” Io’s voice was dreamy and distant. “Oh, you’re going to be a mother too! I’m so happy…!”
Mirabell’s heart began to drop. “No, Io, stay with me.” she lightly slapped the other woman’s cheek. “We’re leaving! Can you walk?”
What she was saying began to sink into Io’s head. “Leave?” she smiled stupidly. “Why would I want to leave?” she giggled. “I get fucked all the time. They sell me to the highest bidder, and everyone gets to make his mark on me. It’s so nice being loved by twenty men at once, Mirabell, you should try it…”
Sakura saw Mirabell’s jaw tighten in anger and frustration. “I’ll carry you out if I have to!” she hissed.
Io shook her head. “No! No, I want to stay! I want to give birth! I want to be a mother!” she exulted. The sheer bliss in her voice made Mirabell and Sakura tremble. This was the fate they’d fought so hard to avoid – willingly giving up in the face of despair and only living for the pleasure. “Yesss, I can feel it! I can feel my babies coming!” she squealed, her hole dilating and a blood-streaked head beginning to exit.
“We need to go!” Sakura whispered. Io’s yelling had caught someone’s attention outside. Mirabell fought off the tears of seeing one of her best friends turned into a mindbroken slave, and let Sakura lead her out. At the door, she had to stop as another painful muscle movement made her groan, her heavy belly almost too much for her to carry, but with Sakura’s help she kept walking.
Another floor, and the pair passed a room filled with pale, blonde women. Mirabell was about to pass by until she recognized the face. “Aruka!” she yelled, running in before Sakura could stop her. The room was filled with women who all looked strangely similar, and Mirabell saw why. The cyborg was also pregnant.
“Is… is that you Ma’am?” Aruka stirred to a modicum of awareness when Mirabell drew near. “I’m sorry… not strong enough… they took everything...” All of her cyborg equipment, most importantly her limbs, had been taken away. A tube of semen dove into her belly from the machine Aruka was stuck in, attacking her eggs constantly. “Clones...” she coughed, “they’re all my clones...” Mirabell looked at the room in horror, noting that all the women had Aruka’s face.
Sakura grabbed Mirabell and pulled her away. “We don’t have time!” she hissed.
“No, don’t go!” Aruka yelled out behind her. “Kill me, Ma’am! Kill me! Please!” Her voice echoed in their ears as the door slammed shut behind them. Mirabell wanted to stop moving, she felt like her belly was going to crush her.
Nearing their escape vector, an unused garbage dumping bay, Sakura allowed herself a brief feeling of excitement. They were going to make it! But passing by a closed window, both Mirabell and Sakura heard familiar voices. Looking at each other quizzically, they opened the window, and saw a terrible sight.
In a small room, Asuka Koukawa, a powerful ninja, was mating pressing the youngest member of Mirabell’s team, the American Kelly Brown. The pregnant and large-breasted young girl Kelly was screaming in pleasure as Asuka mercilessly raped her with a huge, new, cock. The new futanari drove her hips up and down, plowing Kelly’s pussy like a toy. Yellow semen was splashed all over Kelly’s body, and pooled around her body on the floor. Kelly wasn’t the only girl in there, either. At least seven other women in various stages of pregnancy were laying, sleeping or unconscious, in pools of thick, sticky jizz.
Mirabell balled her fists. Kelly had been the youngest member of her team, at 18. She had had a great future ahead of her. Now Mirabell needed to escape even more – not only for her own sake but for everyone on her team.
“Asuka, stop it!” Sakura yelled, before slapping a hand over her mouth. The brown-haired Taimanin turned around, and the look in her eyes was that of a demonic sex fiend. Before the two could blink Asuka was pressing herself against the window, trying to break it.
“Sakuraaaaa~” she said, licking the window. “Come in, Sakura…! Kurtz gave me this wonderful cock…! I want to use it with you! Please Sakuraaa!” Asuka tapped the glass with her dick again and again, dripping with juices. “You know I’ve always loved you, Sakura! I want to make you a mommy!” she yelled, slamming the window. “Let me get you pregnant, Sakura!”
Mirabell was the one who broke Sakura out of the freeze, by letting out a long, harsh grunt as a huge labor pain hit her. “Sakura…!” she pleaded, falling to her knees. Unable to hold it all back anymore, she yelled out as the child she’d tried to keep from birthing slipped out of her tunnel in a rush of fluids, landing on the slick floor. It was clearly inhuman, purple-skinned and only vaguely human-shaped, and Sakura’s eyes widened at seeing it, knowing that more were still in Mirabell. Tearing the umbilical cord with her hands, she grabbed Mirabell and helped her back to her feet. Followed by Asuka’s pleas to impregnate both women, Sakura and Mirabell made for their exit.
They were in the bay, old garbage bins scattered here and there, along with unused equipment that people had stashed their over time, about to get to the door, when presences began to press upon their senses. Sakura’s high hopes flagged.
Turning around, Mirabell and Sakura were confronted with a half dozen monsters, feminine in appearance, their complements of limbs joined with waving tentacles, and their massive breasts balanced by huge cocks between their legs. In front of them stood Sakura’s fellow Taimanin, the young, dark-skinned, and once-slim Mizuki Yukikaze. Now she pointed one of her deadly lightning pistols at the two escapees, rubbing her own pregnant belly. She wore nothing except for a thin purple loincloth hanging in front of her crotch, and another hiding her mouth, giving her the look of some harem slave, which she probably was.
“Tsk, tsk, Sakura…” she said, “You thought I wouldn’t notice the patrol routes getting changed? There’s a reason that Master Kurtz allows me to work as his sentry on my own!”
Sakura grinned grimly at her former comrade, now turned willing jailer. “You almost didn’t notice – a few minutes later and the two of us would be lost in Tokyo Kingdom.”
The gun wiggled back and forth. “Nuh-uh, Sakura! ‘Almost’ doesn’t count!”
“And those monsters?” Mirabell grit her teeth, before falling to one knee.
“What, don’t you recognize them? You should, Sakura!” she said in a mocking tone.
Sakura looked at the feminine features, the purple-pink flesh, and in the faces she thought she saw something familiar… then it hit her. “No!” she gasped.
“Mmhmm! Meet your babies, Sakura! They’ve already grown up to be so big and strong, and they’ve wanted to meet their mommy so bad!”
“Run Mirabell!” Sakura yelled, and the UFS agent did her best. But she was giving birth, her own hole dilating, preparing to push out her own futanari daughters, and she couldn’t stop it anymore. A few monsters grabbed her as she yelled and struggled. Sakura tried to fight the half-demons off, but she wasn’t combat ready. They blocked her blows with ease, and grabbed her tight, mashing her against their slick bodies.
“What a sweet mother-daughter reunion this is!” Yukikaze laughed, taking a seat on a box and watching everything.
Sakura fought against the entwining arms and tentacles, but one of her daughters sensually traced a finger along her cheek, lifted it up, and kissed her deeply, probing her tongue into her own mother’s mouth. Mirabell was already being spit-roasted in her ass and mouth, tears forming at the corners of her eyes when she and Sakura met each other’s glances and knew that they’d never get another chance like this.
A fat, wriggling cock wormed its way into Sakura’s pussy, and the Taimanin moaned around the incestuous tongue in her mouth. Mirabell moaned around the cock in her mouth, her tongue even beginning to slurp out and lick at the heavy, dense balls that slapped against her chin.
Sakura didn’t hear her, as two other cocks were pressed against her fat nipples, and the full extent of her modifications became known to her, as they slipped in and began pounding her breasts like onaholes. The Taimanin squealed like a sow, not out of pain, but out of ridiculous pleasure. It was only then that she realized her daughters’ spit must have been filled with aphrodisiac, heightening her pleasure immensely.
The monsters began to rhythmically fuck Sakura in her holes, new and old, some going in while others came out. A tentacle even pressed against her flabby belly. To Sakura’s intellectual horror and physical pleasure, the tentacle fucked her belly button. Her body was being wrecked, utterly ruined for normal life, and as she realized it she orgasmed with an intensity that she’d never felt before.
Mirabell moved her hips against the cock invading her asshole, each slurping inch of it coming in out of her drooling with slimy precum. She’d tried so hard, she’d wanted to get out for so long, and to be so close…
A tentacle wrapped around Mirabell’s belly and began to squeeze. Mirabell squealed as slowly at first, then quickly, she began to give birth to the rest of her own brood of monsters. One slid out of her, then the next, until her own six daughters were born. Yukikaze was quick to pick them up gently and take them to their nursery. “Don’t worry, you’ll be spending plenty of time with your mama soon!” she said to the wriggling demons. “Have fun making more babies, girls!” she called out behind her as she left.
Sakura and Mirabell were too deep in despair and pleasure to hear her.
The orgy went on for years, in a never-ending game. It moved, it had its ebbs and flows, but it never truly ended after that night. Sakura and Mirabell were brought back into the depths of the facility, where their cell became the nursery for their daughters as well. They would never be alone again.
Their offspring, mixes of futanari demonesses with tentacle beasts, with their mothers’ faces, became the foundation for a huge new expansion of Kurtz’s facility, as hundreds more women could be impregnated with ease for each individual demon, who also doubled as scarily effective security guards.
If one kept their ears to the ground in Tokyo Kingdom, got lucky, and paid a lot of money, one could get the password and IP address of a secret livestream. Opening it, one could watch as two women, kissing each other with a desperation bordering on madness, gave birth to monsters. Most of the time, Sakura and Mirabell drifted through their days, as docile and despairing as Io had been. But sometimes, sometimes they tried struggling to escape their daughters’ sweet embrace.
It only took a little dose of some sedative to calm them when it happened, allowing them to be dosed with more superfetation supplements. Never again would the two not have children growing in their wombs.
Years later, as they kissed each other, tasting the sticky semen that coated their bodies in never-ending layers of muck, their hands rubbing each other’s bellies, the mothers suckled on each other’s breast. Pressing around them were dozens of cocks, still dripping from other cows.
It was paradise, to be sure.