Olsen Dairy Farm Ch. 01

As Cindy moaned in pain and drifted into a drugged daze Bertha brought up her blood tests and checked them for anomalies, the system was programmed to look for symptoms of disease and parasitic infection and suggest treatment it was never programmed to look for anomalies it couldn't understand so it registered Cindy as a normal healthy cow although it did note her blood chemistry indicated some deficiency in the animals diet. Bertha's system ran a more thorough test attempting to identify reasons why the stock would be acting strangely registering her as extremely malnourished and underweight with unusually high heartbeat and low blood pressure and concocting a complicated chemical mix of drugs and supplements to correct her problems and begin her rehabilitation into productive livestock.

When Cindy came to she found herself still suspended by the collar and cradle her nose inches from the trough which was divided into two sections for food and water, the room seemed to swim around her and she found it difficult to focus or think clearly the drugs coursing through her system making her woozy.

"B.. Bertha please let me go," she sobbed' frantically trying to pull herself free but the sling just moved with her dunking her head into the water as the cable holding her collar gave her a few inches movement letting her body seesaw.

"LIVESTOCK CINDY HAS BEEN QUARANTINED UNTIL SHE MEETS MINIMUM QUALITY STANDARDS," Bertha droned quietly as Cindy continued to beg and plead between sobs.

A long hose dropped into the stall and filled the feeding trough with a sticky mix of greyish brown animal feed making Cindy Gag on the unpleasant smell, utterly revolted she hung there ignoring the food and drifting in and out of consciousness until the feeding trough was emptied by a spray of water as the computer registered her refusal to eat.

Another pair of mechanical arms lowered, one aimed a thick rubbery tube at her mouth while the other brushed against her back giving her a mild shock making her gasp and open her mouth for the feeding tube to slip neatly inside, as Cindy wriggled and squeaked the thick rubbery hose pushed into her throat and down towards her stomach the tube built for a much wider throat making her gag around it as she struggled to breathe.

After a few panicked minutes her body relaxed the gag reflex giving in against the immovable intruder and she hung there helpless and moaning in protest as the feeding tube began to forcibly fill her stomach.

It's too much oh gods I feel like I'm going to burst the hapless girl though to herself as her stomach visibly began to bloat from the amount of food the machine was filling her with but thankfully just as she felt she couldn't possibly hold anymore it stopped leaving her feeling immensely bloated and another set of needles came down pumping her full of sweet oblivion.

Four more times that day she was roused from drugged sleep by a course of injections and a massive amount of food pumped directly into her stomach but for the most part she slept as the drugs and her own body conspired to keep the traumatized young girl unconscious while she adapted to her new situation.

***

For the first time in her life Cindy woke up at dawn the next morning as the morning alarm announced the start of another day on the farm, Bertha deciding overnight that the new intake was no longer attempting escape had lowered the dose of tranquilizers so her head was almost clear as she blinked the sleep from her eyes.

The long tube that had force fed her the night before was nowhere in sight having retracted after her last feeding so she was able to lean forwards and gulp thirstily at the water trough to ease the soreness in her throat.

"I feel like I spent all night giving head to King Kong," she groaned softly, "Damn you Bertha let me the heck out of here."

If the computer was listening it gave no sign but the feeding hose dropped down filling the food trough with another gooey pile of feed.

"Forget it Bertha I'm not eating that shit again," Cindy muttered eyeing the unsavoury looking gloop with distaste.

"IF LIVESTOCK CINDY DOES NOT IT WILL BE TUBE FED UNTIL IT REGAINS ITS APPETITE," Bertha announced in her deep emotionless voice the mechanical arms above whirring menacingly.

"Okay, okay you fucking bitch I'll eat just leave me alone," Cindy said quickly her defiance crumbling against the machines merciless pronouncement. The feed tasted disgusting but she began to eat hurried handfuls of the noxious glop trying not to gag on it but she was soon full and the trough was only half empty so in desperation she began scooping it out and dropping it onto the floor hoping that the computer wouldn't notice.

Unfortunately Bertha was not to be fooled, the long feeding tube was lowered and forced past the struggling girl's lips filling her stomach painfully as the wasted food was washed away by the stalls cleaning program.

While she was still being uncomfortably force fed another set of arms lowered bearing the unmistakable tubes of a milking machine, as Cindy writhed and gurgled in protest her eyes wide in panic as the machine ran a laser scanner across her belly hoping frantically that it wouldn't be able to figure out her different biology but the computerised arm worked its way inexorably towards her chest and finally sprayed her with cold water before pressing two sucking hoses against her chilled and unwilling nipples.

The pull of the machine was brutal dragging at her sensitive nipples as it tried to milk the struggling girl, no matter how she wriggled and squirmed the relentless pulsing suction of the milking claw kept them attached until it finally decided it was finished.

The rest of the day continued much the same as the last with the additional indignity of the milking machines visit with each feeding, unfortunately Cindy was more alert without the numbing influence of the tranquilizers and she was forced to suffer through the full day awake.

Soon after her first feed she became uncomfortably aware of her over full bladder but Bertha remained adamant that Cindy was livestock and no longer entitled to use the facilities, eventually flushed with embarrassment she was forced to go, her mess immediately flushed away by the cleaning system much to her relief.

By morning the feeding hose had once again been removed and Cindy ate without further encouragement the sticky animal feed tasting far more pleasant than the taste of the feeding tube, each meal the machines tended to her the milking machine abusing her swollen tingling nipples while the needle tipped arm pumped her full of her prescribed chemical cocktail.

As the days passed Cindy became used to the routine, the feed no longer tasted bad to her thanks to the mildly addictive supplements added to it and she finished every meal never with relish noticing that each one was slightly larger than the last.

***

Between the drugs and supplements and the pulsing suction of the milking claw it wasn't long until she began to lactate, her breasts swelling with milk as her nipples slowly stretched ever longer. At first Cindy was horrified at the first obvious being forced onto her body but the insistent pulling of the machine soon started to have another side effect as each dragging pulse was answered by an echoing throb from her crotch.

At first she tried to ignore her bodies insistent reactions but with each milking the throbbing grew stronger until at last she gave in sobbing with relief as she rubbed frantically at her sodden pussy exploding into the strongest orgasm of her young life.

As the days progressed came to enjoy and then actively look forward to the erotic suction of the milking machine as it pulsed around her engorged nipples draining her of her milk as she wriggled and moaned no longer in pain but frantically rubbing her clit as she achieved climax after climax.

Bertha continued to monitor her as the days crept past, if computers were capable of satisfaction she would no doubt have been pleased at the progress made by the new livestock. Cindy began to put on weight with increasing swiftness as the rich feed piled on the pounds, her belly which had been slim and tight in all her slinky designer dresses started to bulge and then hang over the fabric of the supporting cradle alongside her swelling breasts.

After a week the cradle bearing arms lowered Cindy to the floor and pulled away as the collar released from the cables with a whirring click of gears, she had gotten so used to the gentle support of the hoist that her legs wouldn't support her at first so she sat dazed and confused on the floor of her stall.

For the first time Cindy realised quite how big she had become, her thighs no longer fashionably thin were round and plump and her breasts had grown immensely from their former C cup and now swollen and engorged with milk rested heavy on her pudgy belly.

God I'm as big as a house Cindy thought looking down at herself, strangely she realised she wasn't horrified at her new size perhaps her experience had simply drained her past the point where she couldn't be shocked any further but she found herself oddly aroused at her fattened shape.

With a creak of grinding metal another arm reached down and attached itself to the back of her collar pulling her slowly back to her feet, 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.