Chapter 2: The Tour

Lily had been in the Dairy Collective for what felt like an eternity. The days blurred into a monotonous routine of hormonal treatments, milking sessions, and regimented schedules. She had grown accustomed to the constant surveillance and the lack of privacy, but the emotional toll was immense. The hormones had finally kicked in, and her body was now producing milk, making her a fully functional hucow in the eyes of the Collective.

One day, as Lily was hooked up to the milking machine, she heard the distant murmur of voices and the shuffle of feet. It was unusual; the hucows were typically isolated from the outside world, their existence reduced to the confines of the Collective. Curiosity piqued, Lily looked up from her station, her eyes scanning the observation deck above.

To her horror, she saw a familiar face among the crowd of tourists. Thomas, her former husband, stood there with a smug smile, his arm wrapped around the waist of a woman Lily had never seen before. Beside them were two children—Lily’s children—looking around with wide-eyed curiosity.

Thomas pointed directly at Lily, his voice carrying down to the milking station. “She seems happy enough! Much more productive here than at home. Plus, I used the money from her sale to buy you this ring.” He gestured to the engagement ring on his new fiancée’s finger, a gleaming symbol of his betrayal.

The fiancée laughed, leaning in to kiss Thomas on the cheek. “You’re so thoughtful, darling. It’s a beautiful ring.”

Lily’s heart shattered into a million pieces. The humiliation was overwhelming, a crushing weight that threatened to suffocate her. She was naked, hooked up to a machine, her body on display for the world to see. And there was Thomas, the man who had promised to love and cherish her, parading his new life in front of her, using her suffering to flaunt his wealth and happiness.

Tears welled up in Lily’s eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She couldn’t give Thomas the satisfaction of seeing her break. Instead, she focused on the milking machine, the rhythmic pulsing of the pumps a grim reminder of her new role in society.

As the tour group moved on, Lily caught a glimpse of her children’s faces. They looked confused, their innocent eyes taking in the stark reality of the Dairy Collective. Lily’s heart ached for them, for the life they would never know with her, for the love and warmth she could no longer provide.

The milking session ended, and Lily was led back to her living quarters, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. The encounter with Thomas had shaken her to her core, forcing her to confront the brutal truth of her existence. She was no longer a person; she was a commodity, a number in a system, a hucow to be milked and controlled.