No one knew where they had come from. No one had really cared at first. They just showed up all over town. At grocery stores, movies, banks, the mall, the park, hospitals, offices, even schools. Many just wandered up and down the roads, offering their goods to passerbys. The Milk Maids. That's what everyone called them. Large animatronics in the shape of big bellied female cows dressed like old world milk maids. Each also had a hatch and touch pad on the front where one could order any number of amazing tasting milk products. From flavored milk to shakes and even ice cream, the milk maids could provide anything a customer desired. And everyone thought they were delicious as well. Once someone had tried the Milk Maids, they were hooked! They quickly became so popular that they overshadowed the disappearances... When the maids had first appeared, none of them had been working. They had all been motionless heaps of metal with the same messages blinking on their touch pads: 'ERROR: NO MILK DETECTED. AWAITING REPLACEMENT MILK SOURCE.' No one knew how to replace their milk sources or who to contact for replacements so everyone just moved them out of the way, hiding them in alleyways, spare closets and the like. All but condemning them to be forgotten... Until one suddenly wandered into a press conference at City Hall, shocking everyone in attendance. At the machine's insistence, the very surprised mayor tried a free sample. Everyone watched as he drink down the milk, never breaking eye contact with his server and declared he'd never tasted anything so good in his life almost as soon as the white liquid touched his lips. After that, everyone else wanted a taste as well. The incident had made major news, so much so that no one really cared about the story of one of the mayor's aids disappearing earlier the same day. Since then more and more of the machines suddenly appeared, working and ready to serve, and more and more people kept disappearing. Despite searches, no trace of the missing people could be found. So it was with no small amount of surprise that the three friends stumbled upon an inactive Milk Maid just sitting around the back of the mall. The three teens had just exited the mall after a round of shopping to celebrate their birthdays and had headed around back to take a short cut to their cars. Now the three just stared in surprise at the lifeless cow robot, looking so sad and dejected leaned against the wall. "Haven't seen one like this in a while," said one of the girls, a feline. "Wonder what it's doing here?" Asked the second, a fox. "It's not working?" Asked the last, a slow witted dog. Ignoring the message on the animatronic's screen, the canine approached and tapped on the screen. The message flashed and a robotic female voice spoke the message aloud, then nothing. "Aw, but I'm thirsty!" "Me too," the feline agreed as she walked around the robot. It was a large brown cow with white spots dressed like all the others. A pale blue dress and headpiece covering fake blonde hair tied in pigtails. The fox remained silent, looking at the faux bovine's face. The Milk Maids had always given the young vulpine the creeps. Not that she didn't love the milk they gave, she did, but there was just something sinister about them. Their wide, fake grins painted in their faces, smiling even when they were sitting lifeless like this. The strange costumes they wore, quickly dirtied from being exposed to the elements. Their strange, misshapen bodies, short legs, huge bellies and long arms, that just seemed off to the fox. Their eyes though, were what really turned her off of the mobile milk machines. Each had its own pastel color, but every machine's stare was cold and dead, like a doll's eyes. But there was something else, something the vixen couldn't quiet put her paw on. She swore that when she stared into their eyes, it became harder and harder to think clearly. "Well, if it's not working then there's no point hanging around," the cat said with a shrug. "Come on, let's get going." The dog followed, but the fox remained. She was still looking over the oversized cow, not really sure what she was looking for, but found herself unable to tear herself away. She walked back in front and looked into the thing's baby blue eyes, feeling a shiver run through her fur as she did. There was something here. She could feel it. Some clue or secret. If she just looked hard enough, just stayed long enough, she'd figure out this mystery. "You coming?" One of her friends called back, already walking away. "Yeah," the vulpine teen called back, still staring into those eyes, "I'll just be a second. I'll meet you back at your house." "O-kay?" The feline said, pausing for a moment. Then she shook her head and shrugged. "All right, we'll meet you there." The cat and dog walked off, then around the corner, leaving their friend and the Milk Maid alone. The girl continued to stare at the unmoving vendor. She couldn't understand it, but something was keeping her here. She knew there was a reason! A reason she remained but she couldn't find anything. It was just the same as any other Milk Maid, except that it wasn't moving. After a minute, the fox knew she'd had enough. She tried to leave but she couldn't get her legs to work. In fact, no part of her seemed willing to move. That should have panicked her, but some strange sense of calm seemed to be fogging her mind. She knew she wouldn't be able to leave without help. Just as she was about to try and call out, her new friend suddenly moved. The bovine slowly lifted it's head, like a toy that had low batteries. The female voice from before emitted from somewhere within the pile of metal with a single word, "scanning." It turned it's head back and forth like a delinquent checking for witnesses before a crime. After checking around it turned back to the teen before it, that smile seeming more malicious than before. "Milk source detected. Verifying," the maid said before it began to push itself up to its feet. The fox knew she should be backing up right now, trying to get away. This was not normal and she'd never seen a Milk Maid act this way before. She was also worried about this 'milk source' the thing had apparently found. No mater how hard she tried though, she remained rooted to the spot, held by some invisible force. The maid finally made it to its feet and it now towered over the young vixen. It must have been seven and a half feet tall. She'd never noticed they were so big before now. It waddled closer on its short, stumpy legs until it was less than a foot away, it's eyes now staring intently into the fox's own. It reached up with it's oversized hands and took hold of the teen's shirt then pulled in opposite directions. The vixen's furry ears heard the fabric stretch taut, then one button popped off, then the fabric began to tear. This broke through the forced calmness in the fox's mind and she started to panic. She screamed at her body to move but wasn't able to do more than twitch. The bovine moved it's face closer, those horrible cold eyes filling the girl's vision. The fog began to return, despite the vixen's efforts to look away and in mere moments she was docile again. The Milk Maid pulled back and gave another tug, splitting the fox's shirt with a loud rip. Without pause, it reached up and repeated the process with the unfortunate girl's bra, snapping it with little effort. The vixen did manage a whimper as her perky breasts were exposed to the warm afternoon sun, a cool breeze blowing through her fur and teasing her nipples. Far from finished, however, the bovine reached up one last time, this time take the vixen's furry boobs into it's surprisingly warm hands. Jenna was able to tear her eyes away for a brief moment to look down at her molester's hands. The metal bovine's brown hands were apparently covered with sensors on its fingers and palms, glowing with a faint red light as they brushed over and kneaded her sensitive flesh. It's fingers vibrated softly as it worked, making the fox squirm from the pleasurable feeling. It made sure to caress every inch of her pert bosom, paying special attention to her rapidly hardening nipples. Pressing, flicking, pinching and lightly pulling the pink nubs until they were rock hard and aching for more of the machine's delicate touch. In no time she was leaning into it's hands, moaning softly with her eyes half closed in pleasure. It went on for several minutes, the maid feeling her up while the teen squirmed and moaned softly. For her part, the fox was not as passive as her passionate gasps made her seem. Slowly but surely, watching her boobs being mashed and squeezed instead of the cow's eyes returned control of her body to herself. It started with her fingers, then she was able to ball her fists. She still wasn't able to shout for help but she lifted her arms, ready to try and fight the thing off. Unfortunately for the poor girl, it suddenly released her chest and moved it's hands up, cupping her muzzle on both sides and forcing her head back up to stare back into it's eyes. "No...!" She managed weakly, her hands pulling at the unyielding metal. It was too late, however. She could already feel her control slipping away again as she stared into those pale eyes, seeing her own terrified reflection gazing at her from the polished surfaces. The fight was over before it began and the vixen's arms grew weaker until they dropped passively to her side again. The bovine released her but she remained still, a mindless, complacent smile on her muzzle despite her panicked mind. "Milk source verified," it announced triumphantly. "Acquiring milk source." The unfortunate fox trembled at these words, wondering what was going to happen to her. Her panic grew as the Milk Maid began to pull at her cloths again, this time ripping the tattered remains of her top off and depositing it in some hidden compartment under it's dress. Once it's target was completely topless, it moved it's hands down, somehow finding its way while maintaining eye contact with the vixen. She could feel and hear the snap and zipper on her shorts give away almost immediately but even the denim was no match for the heffer's unnatural strength. It tore first one, then the other leg until it could pull the ruined garment away. After that, her panties stood no chance at all and were removed with a single quick tug from the mechanical hands. The power holding the girl shifted and she was compelled to remove her shoes and hand them to the waiting vending machine. She stood fur clad as the animatronic deposited her shoes away, completely exposed for anyone passing by to see. Horrifying as the prospect of that sounded, she much rather would have rather delt with the embarrassment of a stranger finding her naked than find out what plans this thing had in store for her! Once it had disposed of her clothing, it raised it's arms to her again. It placed it's hands just above each of her elbows and pressed her arms against her sides, pinning them there. Gripping her tight, it lifted her up, the fox letting out a whine as her paws left the ground. Once the vixen was eye level the cow paused, staring at it's captive. She wondered how exactly this thing was going to 'acquire' her. It wasn't like it could just run down the street carrying a naked fox. As if in answer, the bovine surprised the teen when it's mouth suddenly split. With a cranking sound, it's painted smile parted to reveal a dark throat behind it. It's face began to seemingly crack as the various metal plates making the whole thing began to move to accommodate it's ever widening mouth. Still opening it's mouth, it started to lift her up further and tilted it's head back until it bent at a ninety degree angle. It's arms extended to effortlessly lift the teen above it's mouth. She was screaming in her mind, fighting her hardest to resist, fearing what could be awaiting at the bottom of that dark mouth. It was useless, however, as the maid was careful to maintain eye contact the whole time. It didn't stop until her feet were dangling inches above it's open mouth, stretched unnaturally wide now. She whimpered as the vixen tore her eyes away briefly to look down the front of her body at the black hole below her. The jaw was open just wide enough now for her to fit into but she couldn't make out anything inside. Horrifying images of her body being mangled and crushed between cogs and machinery flooded her mind. Her eyes darted back, pleading with the animatronic as it started to lower her. Tears formed as her feet drew closer and she anticipated the pain she expected to come. Instead her paw pads hit cool, thick rubber. They pressed against it until they slipped through a crack with a sound like someone rubbing a balloon. The vixen realized she couldn't see past the mouth because it contained two protective rubber sheets at the start of it's throat that blocked anyone from seeing further. As her legs slipped further in, she could feel the rubbed extended down the throat as well, protecting her from being harmed from the machinery just beyond the thick sheet. The rubber conformed tightly to her vulpine body, squeezing and kneading her as she was lowered. It might have felt like a pleasant deep message if she hadn't been so afraid. Try as she might, the metal behind the rubber was tight enough that she could hardly move her legs. She was completely trapped and she knew that if she made it all the way down, she'd never make it back out without help. The poor girl whimpered and squirmed as her rear slipped past the seal with another squeak of the rubber, trying to slow her decent somehow. The rubber just seemed to suck her down however and her struggles only sped up her fate. Her arms had also become trapped inside the seal, all but dooming her. Tears began to slip from her eyes as she continued to stare into the animatronic's eyes. Her trim belly disappeared quickly within the seal and suddenly her progress halted, her foot paws brushed what must have been the bottom of the cow's belly. At first she thought this might be her chance! If she could just push off of the floor, maybe she could squirm back out! Before she could try, she felt something wrap tightly around each of her ankles! She let out a surprised yelp and tried her best to shake them off but with most of her legs still trapped it was no use. Giving a tug, whatever had a hold on her started to pull her deeper. The fox's chest was the next to suffer the tight confines of the throat, mashing her womanly mounds uncomfortably tight against her chest. As her breasts were swallowed down, the teen was finally able to break eye contact with the machine, sinking too low to be able to see it's eyes anymore. She gasped as control was hers again and she was able to struggle in earnest. At least until her hands entered the stomach as well. Just like before her progress halted briefly until another unknown thin, strong cable wrapped around her wrists, holding her hands still against her sides. "No, please," she cried out weakly, "please don't!" Ignoring the girl, the Milk Maid continued it's terrible work. Slowly, almost teasingly, the fox sank deeper. Her shoulders, then her neck. Her muzzle was forced upwards as she was pulled down, giving her one last look of the beautiful blue summer sky before at last the rest of her disappeared behind the rubber sheets. The last strands of her hair were sucked down like stray noodles and the fox was gone. The animatronic slid it's mouth back closed and all evidence was gone. But it wasn't ready. Not yet. It's touch pad had a new message now: 'ERROR: PREPARING MILK SOURCE REPLACEMENT.' It slowly moved back and sat back down where it had been before it had devoured the unlucky girl. It would wait there until she was ready. Inside of the mechanical monster, the vixen's head finally completed it's journey down. With a pop, she completely entered the metal belly of the beast. She had expected it to be dark but she found that the touch pad on milk maid's belly was actually a one way mirror, allowing the girl to see out and light to stream in. She looked around the cramped space she was trapped in. It was just big enough for the fox to sit, legs half curled, but didn't offer much room for her to move. The entire floor and the wall she was resting aginst were covered in the same rubber the throat had been to protect her and provide minimal comfort for it's occupant. Opposite where she was sitting was the large touch screen, tormenting her by letting her see freedom just beyond. Both walls on either side of her were covered with clear hoses, cables of various thicknesses, and exposed machinery that intruded on her space and kept her from moving. The vixen looked down and saw some of these cables were what had ensnared her wrists and ankles before. Now in a better position to resist, the teen tried to pull herself free again. At first it seemed to be working, she was able to pull the cables further and further, reaching up for the hole she entered from and trying to stand. Just as her fingers brushed the rubber hole, another, much thicker cable wrapped around her waist. There was the sound of a small motor turning on and running and the cables binding her body snapped taut and began to pull her back. The vixen tried her best to fight, struggling with all of her might but she was no match for a machine. As she tired, she was pulled back down. Frustrated tears streaming into her muzzle, she was forced to sit back down, her bushy tail whipping around her angrily. Rather than return her to where she was, the cables continued to pull. The fox tried to continue resisting, but her arms were pulled back behind her back and her legs were pulled forward until her feet were placed flat on either side of the touch screen in front of her. The fox blushed under her fur, suddenly grateful that no one on the outside could see through the tablet. Just imagining the eyeful they'd get! She didn't have long to be embarrassed before the vending machine moved on to it's next step in preparing her. In her current position, the fox was helpless and completely exposed. The milk machine knew it was time to start. From somewhere deeper within the body, two tentacle like cables appeared. The vixen could see the ends of each had a small glass vial filled with an amber liquid and each was tipped with a syringe. They hovered over her like two snakes waiting to strike. "W-Wait," she stammered, her eyes wide as she watched the needles carefully. "What are you doing? What are those for?" Her questions were partly answered when a third appendage appeared, this one somehow had a fresh alcohol pad attached. It swung across her body, pausing to carefully brush over both of her nipples. "No!" She cried, her eyes huge as she suddenly understood. "D-Don't you dare! I swear I'll-" Ignoring her threats, both cables suddenly jolted forward, each finding their marks with laser like precision. She let out a screech of rage and pain as they drove themselves home deep within her sensitive flesh. Through her tears she could see the vials empty themselves and she could feel something cool being emptied into her chest. They pulled themselves free as soon as they were finished delivering their loads. The alcohol tentacle returned with a fresh pad and cleaned up the injection sites before they all retreated back into the bowels of the animatronic. The vixen pulled on her makeshift cuffs, desperately wanting to see to her poor, violated nipples! The stinging pain of the shots dulled to an ache deep in her breasts. The vixen whimpered as the cold liquid they injected into began to spread through her veins throughout her lovely lumps. Then the spasms began. Sometimes quick, sometimes lasting longer, all of them painful. The poor girl whined and groaned, unable to do anything to relieve her discomfort. Over the next hour or so the fox girl watched as her breasts swelled, growing at least another cup size than the were before, maybe two! Shifting around confirmed her suspicions as she could feel liquid rolling around inside of her now full boobs. Once the spasms faded her swelling stopped, leaving only soreness. She wasn't the only one to notice her treatment had ended either. The cables came back to life, much to the panic of the fox. She watched helplessly as two approached her chest again. She squirmed I her bonds, wondering what they had planned now. To her surprise she felt them slowly wrap around each of her swollen mounds and then begin to slowly squeeze and release, messaging her pleasantly. She let her head roll back as her sore tits were expertly worked over until she noticed a small white bead of milk on each of her nipples. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt more of the tentacles had snuck up on her and we're now manipulating her labia and spreading her open! Eyes wide, she watched as a thin, narrow tube approached with what looked like a deflated balloon on the end. She quickly figured out what it was and she struggled against her bonds again as the catheter approached. "No, no, no," she begged pitifully, "please don't! Let me go! I want to go-Mrrff?!" She was cut off by a cable she didn't notice suddenly shoving itself into her mouth. It quickly began to swell until it perfectly filled her muzzle, leaving her with only grunts and muffled squeals to express her displeasure. The gag was quickly forgotten when the catheter began to thread itself up her urethra. The fox howled and arched her back as best she could in discomfort. It ended with a groan as the balloon at the end expanded to keep it in place. It left the girl feeling bloated with no way to relieve the feeling. Another bit of movement caught her eye and she spotted one last tentacle approaching her. She whined around her gag as she noticed it was shiny with some kind of slime. Or lube, she thought despondently. Sure enough it dipped down around her waist and she felt it begin to rub against her tail hole. She whimpered but didn't resist this time, deciding there was no point. It pushed through into her and steadily pushed its way forward. She squirmed from the alien sensations as it burrowed deeper and deeper into her bowels. She was almost grateful when it finally stopped. Until the balloon attached expanded like the other. It seemed it was finally over and the vixen was given a minute to rest. She tried to catch her breath during this moment of peace, save for the tentacles still messaging her chest. The presence of the catheters confirmed her fears that this was not a short term arrangement. This is what happened to all of the missing women around the city. Why they disappeared and the Milk Maids suddenly started working. But how long would it hold her? Forever? And who even built these things? And why? Her thoughts were interrupted when the animatronic suddenly shuddered back to life, rising to it's feet. The fox noticed the message on the touch screen had changed, now reading: 'MILK SOURCE REPLACEMENT COMPLETE. READY FOR SERVICE.' Then it flashed and turned into a normal menu, the kind she herself had used so many times before. "Hey, it's ready now!" The vixen's eyes flew open wide as she recognized the voice. She looked past the menu and spotted her friends! They'd come back when she didn't show! Immediately she flew into a frenzy, fighting against her restraints and trying to scream around her gag. Despite her efforts, the cuffs didn't budge and her voice couldn't carry out of her metal prison. "Hang on, I'm going to grab something to drink," the cat said, pressing buttons on the screen. "By shouldn't we be looking for-" "I know, I know!" The feline admitted, looking ashamed. "I never should have left her behind." The vixen groaned at the irony of it all. Her friends were looking for her when she was literally right in front of them! It seemed the feline finished her order as the machinery around the fox whirled to life. From directly above the fox's position to clear hoses dropped down, each tipped with a small metal box attached to a cup. They continued down until they brushed the vixen's fur. Cables appeared and moved the cups into position, each cup placed on top of one of the teen's nipples. They attached immediately and began to lightly suckle to stay in place. She moaned softly from the stimulation which grew stronger and stronger as the Milk Maid prepared to fulfill the order. After some warm up, the cups began to suck in earnest, working like two hungry mouths eager for a meal. They worked with the tentacles messaging her tits to draw forth the vixen's warm milk and suck it up through the hoses. She followed it, fascinated, as it traveled through the hoses surrounding her to a piece of machinery in the corner to her left where a panel opened to reveal several empty glass milk bottles. The milk traveled into the machine, which rumbled and quickly grew ice cold. Another connecting hose pumped in additional flavorings and ingredients from elsewhere within the robot. Then the rumbling stopped and pink, strawberry flavored milk poured from the machine into one of the bottles until it was full. With a chunk the bottle slid from it's spot and down into a hole that led to the outside hatch were her friend retrieved it. The vixen watched as her friend pulled off the lid and drink the pink milk. Her milk! The milk from her boobs! It was surreal! "Okay," the dog said impatiently, "you've got your milk. Can we please go look now?" "Right, sorry," the cat apologized sheepishly. "I just can't help it. Whenever I see one of these things, I just have to get a drink. They're always the best." She took another sip and added, "today is especially good." "Okay, great, now come on," the canine said, heading off. "If she's not still here she may be inside somewhere." "I'm coming," the feline said, still sipping the milk. Completely unaware of it's foxy origins. The vixen watched sadly as her friends walked away, unable to hear her inside of her cage. She wondered if she'd ever see them again? She was distracted when the animatronic started to walk. The fox groaned as she was rocked back and forth by the motion of the robots small legs carrying them. As it walked, a new message appeared on the screen that read: 'DISPENSING REFRESHMENTS.' a second later she moaned as the pumps started again and fresh milk was pulled from her teats. It followed the same path as before to the machine in the corner but instead being deposited into a bottle, the cable in her mouth grew colder and a moment later she could taste strawberry milk on her tongue. She moaned and greedily drank down the sweet tasting liquid, surprised by how delicious her own milk was! So rich and creamy, she could see why her friend liked it so much! It was over sooner than the teen would have liked, the taste lingering on her vulpine tongue. She wondered what would happen now until a noise like a dull thunder filled her tiny space. She looked out of her window to the outside world and realized the Milk Maid had wandered inside of the mall! Already people were pointing out the new animatronic and were searching their pockets for change to order a dairy treat. The vixen swallowed hard as she realized she was going to have a very long and busy day ahead of her. Maybe a long and busy life! As the first customer, a mother and her two young kids entered her order, the teen threw her head back and gave in to the wonderful sensations of being milked, giving herself over to the Milk Maid. *** The young feline slowly trudged through the alleyway, feeling down. It had been over a week since her vulpine friend had gone missing. So far no trace of her could be found and this was becoming so common that there just wasn't enough resources to look for everyone as hard as they would like. She blamed herself. She never should have left the fox behind when she'd been acting so strange. Ever since they found that...Milk Maid... The cat came to a stop, spying a Milk Maid sitting in a dark corner of the alleyway, the same way the other had been the day her friend had gone missing. It's touch screen had the same message as before as well. She'd always thought that Milk Maid that day was suspicious but no one knew how to find that particular robot again. Heart pounding, she walked closer, thinking maybe, just maybe, this could be the one...but it wasn't. The one that day had blue eyes. This one had big, enchanting green eyes. She frowned as she stared accusingly at the bovine, feeling that it must hold at least a part of this mystery. She sighed, knowing that she should get going, she was going to be late. Though...as she stared into those green orbs, she wondered if she shouldn't stick around longer. Not that it mattered, since she couldn't seem to move her legs, like something had some control over her...