Chapter 6

Cindy didn’t even think to resist anymore as the long arm directed her out the door of her stall and into the corridor.

Cindy was led into one of the main pens where several thousand cows were currently being cared for by Bertha’s automated systems, as she walked she could see the morning milking starting up and she began almost unconsciously squeezing on her own swollen nipples as she walked the interruption of her normal morning routine making her desperate to relive the pent up pressure in her milk swollen teats.

A stall door opened and a large cow was pulled out by a tether just like Cindy’s, the cow was quite young although far larger than Cindy and quite obviously heavily pregnant. After the cow exited the stall the cleaning jets scrubbed it clean and Cindy was led inside, unlike the secure walls of the quarantine pen her new stall was made of wide steel bars allowing her to see the rows of cattle on either side of her new home.

With another click the leash detached from her collar and whirred away leaving her free in her pen as another arm poured food into the trough in front of her. Perhaps it was the routine that had been drummed into her subconscious mind but Cindy was on her knees before the trough before she stopped to think.

I can get out now she realised slowly, I can easily slip through the bars and run to the exit before Bertha can catch me. She ate a few handfuls of the delicious feed savouring its taste as she sat thinking about when the best time to run would be the milking machines would be visiting in a few minutes and then she usually took a nap but she could surely escape after dinner…

Idly Cindy began to wonder how she was going to sleep without the broad sling that she had gotten used to, perhaps if she asked Bertha she might provide one again.

‘Wait what the fuck am I doing?!’ Cindy yelled realising the direction of her thoughts had been so quickly derailed by her daily routine ‘I’m not a Cow I don’t belong here!’

Shoving herself away from the mostly empty food trough she slapped her chubby face with sticky fingers trying to clear away the daze that had permeated her thoughts.

As she stood there trying desperately to clear her head the claw laden arm of the milking machine lowered into her stall and began scanning for her, Cindy was torn with revulsion at the thought of submitting to the machine fought against her strongly ingrained need to be milked.

As the mechanical arm inched its way across the stall towards her scanning the air her resolve began to crumble, her sore breasts already leaking drops of milk began to ache painfully as their much needed relief hovered only a few feet away and with one fleeting sob of denial she flung herself forward grabbing the searching suction tubes and guiding them to her waiting nipples before thrusting her hand down to her dripping sex.

After the milking was done Cindy lay in a dishevelled heap on the floor idly stroking herself as she relaxed in a post orgasmic haze, freedom lay only a few a few feet away and yet she felt no desire to leave the comforting security of the pen anymore.

‘Bertha’ Cindy called quietly, it was she realised the first time she had attempted to talk to the computer in days.

‘YES LIVESTOCK CINDY?’ the computer rasped in reply

‘could you give me the sling back please I feel much more comfortable on it than on the ground.’ she asked tentatively.

‘UNABLE TO COMPLY LIVESTOCK HAVE NO COMMAND CONTROLS’ the computers mechanised voice replied.

‘But Bertha isn’t your job to make the livestock happy and well cared for?’ Cindy asked ‘I need the sling to sleep without it I won’t be happy.’

With a whine of gears a pair of mechanical arms appeared along the track bearing another sling, Cindy obediently got on all fours and let the hoist slide underneath her and left her weight comfortably, she hung their feet resting on the floor and arms dangling and sighed in comfort.

‘Thank you Bertha’ the young girl muttered happily already drifting towards sleep.

Days drifted past in the same happy routine, she woke up to the feel of her morning injections and spent the day being fed and milked often never leaving her sling the entire day as she drifted blissfully.

With the last vestiges of resistance gone Cindy began to actively enjoy the changes to her body, she stroked her swiftly growing form lovingly finding her transformation both erotic and somehow comforting, after all she was fulfilling her new purpose in life.

Had Cindy been able to check her messages she would have received word from her father that their tour of the stock shows had been a wild success, indeed they were doing so well that he had decided to extend their tour by another week.

He had been concerned at first that she might have run off because she refused to pick up the phone but every time he called the farm Bertha helpfully confirmed that Cindy was present on the farm so he just assumed she was still sulking.

Bertha continued to monitor her newest charge with detached interest, her weight continued to improve and her milk production rose steadily but her blood tests revealed other more interesting changes to her body were going on under the surface.