3 comments/ 5327 views/ 15 favorites Olsen Dairy Farm Ch. 01 By: Freakyus The Olsen 'family' Dairy farm had begun as a smallholding some two hundred years in the distant past. As time ground on most of the other local farms sold up to the ever growing big farming companies or vanished into housing development. The Olsen farm struggled on defiantly, slowly lagging further and further behind its competitors until the farm was only kept afloat by locals who trusted in the quality of their produce. Then some five years ago, the fickle hand of fate touched the small ailing farmstead. John Olsen the young farmer who had only recently taken over from his aging father won the lottery, he surprised his neighbours by staying on his land and investing his new found fortune into cutting edge modern technology rather than indulging in luxuries. His investment turned his dilapidated farm into a high tech modern business and began to spread the local fame of its produce into the start of a nationally known brand. His 9 year old daughter, Cindy, thought it was cool, but bit her lip nervously at what her dad asked of her. "But Daddy, I don't want to be all alone" she whined. "I'm really sorry honey, but I'm three men down with this damn flu and if I don't make the show I'll lose customers. The whole farm is automated, you just have to keep an eye on things and call me if we get any more glitches. You remember how to use the phone, right?" Her father replied. "But daddy you're going to be gone three weeks, what will I eat?" she began to protest again stretching out his name in a pleading tone that usually melted her father's resolve. "I've left plenty of microwave dinners - you know how to cook them. I really am sorry about this, but all the big buyers go to the stock shows. I'm going to be shorthanded as it is - even your older brother is coming. Take care honey - we will be back before you know it." With that, her father went off outside, the sounds of one of the livestock transports starting up and rumbling away signalling his departure from the farm with the rest of the family leaving her on her own. Cindy had lived on the farm all her life, and despite her young age she knew what was needed to be done. She went outside and walked the short distance to the grey steel dairy buildings. Signing in at the entrance she looped an overly large ID necklace around her small neck and walked along the long observation gantry that led to the control room, below her whole herds of cattle were being cared for by the automated system - inspected, milked, cleaned and fed by machines that carefully monitored each individual cow. The farm had twelve huge barns just like this one with another set up as an automated slaughterhouse all controlled by a sophisticated computer system that meant the farm could handle many more times its original stock with only a fraction of the manpower. Oblivious to the great mass of mooing cattle beneath her she opened the door leading to the control room and perched herself on the edge of a chair. She craned her head upwards, and checked the screens and the long panel of numbered green lights, the entire system was set up to flag any anomalies it couldn't fix itself, so as long as none of the lights went red the entire place ran itself, with the workers on hand only to oversee things and top up the vast tanks of feed and other supplies. It might look complicated, but her job was pretty simple. Call for help if any of the lights went red. She sat listening to her IPod until the system announced it was entering its 'sleep' phase to allow the vast amount of cattle to rest until morning and then logged herself out of the system and headed for bed. *** The beeping of an alarm woke Cindy in the early hours of the morning. Sitting up sleepily she realised that the noise was coming from her father's room down the hall, the computer system was programmed to wake her father in case of a problem and from the sound of the shrill beeping there was definitely something wrong. She sat up rubbing sleep out of her eyes and threw on her princess dressing gown and rabbit slippers. Heading outside, she got scared that it was still dark, but she knew she had to be brave for her daddy. The cold night wind was whipping around her bare legs and cutting through her pink dressing gown and the flimsy negligee she had on underneath it making her shiver and hurry towards the farm sheds. Ignoring the log in desk she opened the door and dashed inside, the giant barn was heated to keep the stock comfortable and despite the strong smell of a large amount of livestock crammed into a limited space it was a welcome relief from the biting cold. Hurrying to the control room she saw a single blinking red light labelled 'intake pen' on the board and setting on the edge of the seat she tried to bring up a view of the problem. "Bertha, what's wrong in the 'in-ta-ku pe-n'" she asked, reading the label on the board. "UNAUTHORISED ACCESS IN CONTROL AREA," the computers voice was a deep, synthesized feminine drawl. "Bertha I'm not unauthorised silly, its me, Cindy" she giggled. "USER ID NOT FOUND, YOUR ACCESS IS NOT AUTHORISED," Bertha droned in her normal inflectionless tone. "I'm right here silly! Cindy!" Cindy giggled again. "CINDY IS NOT LOGGED INTO THE SYSTEM," the computer replied her screens flashing up access denied. Cindy realised that she hadn't stopped to log herself into the system because it was so cold in the entrance and her ID tag was sat on her bedside table, the stupid computer was programmed to recognise her voice but only it appeared if she was logged in. "SYSTEM ERROR IN INTAKE PEN SYSTEM WILL PROCEED TO THIRD STAGE ALERT IN EIGHT MINUTES," Bertha announced making Cindy wince. If the system logged an error, it first sounded an alarm in the control room for fifteen minutes, then moved to stage two sounding an alarm in the house and at stage three the stupid computer would call her father's mobile phone no doubt getting her into deep trouble. However it would take at least that long to get her ID and log back in, she would never be able to turn off the alarm in time, so she reluctantly hurried out to the intake pens to see if she could find the problem. Unlike the rest of the building, the intake pen was partially open to the elements. A long corral was designed to funnel new cows from the trucks into the barn where the automated machines would log them into the system and lead them inside. Unfortunately it was also the only place without concrete flooring, her father had only taken a delivery of new stock a couple of days ago and it had been raining steadily since, making the pen a treacherous morass of muddy slurry. Almost immediately she saw the problem, one of the mechanical arms that processed new stock was sliding aimlessly back and forth as it attempted to return to the 'ready' position its track blocked by what looked like a dead bird stuck in the mechanism. Cindy had seen her daddy fix this before, and knew that if she just did the same, her daddy would be so pleased with her. She fetched a small broom that she could handle from the storage closet and then tried to knock the dead bird loose by hitting it on the overhead track. Unfortunately the malfunctioning machine was stuck right in the middle of the pen and it looked like she would have to wade through the muck to fix the problem. Taking off her favourite rabbit slippers, she climbed over the fence and gingerly put her foot down into the mud her toes sinking into the icy cold black mess. "Eeeeew!" she squealed squirming as she reluctantly put her other foot down and started to carefully edge her way into the pen. The thick mud crept up over her ankles and half way up her calves before she got more than three feet into the pen forcing her to pull against its sucking grip with each step. Remembering how much time she probably had left she tried to hurry but she only managed to overbalance herself and with a shriek she fell face down into the sticky black glop. Struggling upright she dragged off her ruined princess dressing gown and used it to wipe the filth off her face spitting foul tasting goo. She was getting close to tears, but the thought of making her daddy happy when she fixed it drove her on. She struggled to her feet and using the broom like a walking stick managed to squelch her way over to the malfunctioning mechanism. Using the head of the broom she dislodged the dead bird from the machines track and stood leaning on the broom for support and shaking with the cold as the freed arm trundled off into the darkness, she was a complete mess her thin top torn and covered in filth one strap fluttering free and smeared head to foot in filth she stood there gasping in air so chilled by the icy wet mud that she felt almost frozen to the spot. Distantly she heard the deep buzzing noise of the morning alarm sounding the start of a new work day the sky only just turning a pale shade of pink in the east as dawn approached, she was so numb she barely noticed the approaching hum as the same mechanical arm returned along its track but she certainly paid attention when the steel cable of the leash attached to the arm dropped over her head and pulled itself tight. Gasping and struggling like a gaffed fish she let go of the broom and pulled in vain at the cold steel noose that began to firmly lead her towards the entrance to the rest of the barn, the machine was used to guiding dairy cows many times her strength and mass and the young girl was faced with the choice of stumbling along or being suffocated by the dragging cable. Helpless Cindy floundered through the morass held up by the arm as it directed her slowly and patiently into the building, she was dragged through the thick rubber sheets that helped keep the heat from escaping and led up to the inspection station. More mechanical arms whirred into life and a glowing green line tracked up her body as the computer mapped her into its database. "ANOMALOUS STOCK IN INDUCTION AREA," Bertha's synthetic voice growled "STOCK DOES NOT MATCH WITH ANY BREED SILHOUETTE IN DATABASE." "It's me Bertha, let me go, its Cindy!" the struggling 9 year old girl shouted pulling at the noose around her neck. "CINDY IS NOT LOGGED INTO THE SYSTEM," the computer replied "LOGGING ANOMALOUS BREED TYPE AND BEGINNING ASSESSMENT." "Naughty Bertha! I'm Cindy! Let me go or I'll pinch you!" she cried. Scared, she saw a computer image of her preteen body appear on the station monitor, she tried in vain to reach the emergency release red button that her daddy had taught her about, but the cable round her neck kept it far out of her reach and she had lost the broom outside. The mechanical arms whirred around her, one continued to play the green laser line over her body while another slender arm behind her whirred in bearing a trio of long needles which it unceremoniously jabbed into her mud stained backside. "OWWW! That hurts! Please Bertha! Stop!" Cindy shouted trying her best to dance away from the stabbing needles which moved with her drawing vials of her blood for analysis. The needle arm withdrew and the noose pulled her forward onto a steel plate set in the floor which rocked slightly as she stepped on it, out of the corner of her eye she could see the screen listing her height weight and dimensions. "ASSESSMENT COMPLETE, ANOMALOUS STOCK REGISTERED AS IMMATURE MILK STOCK 0024601M" "Nooooo!" Cindy screamed. She didn't understand what computer was saying, but it didn't sound right. The noose started moving again, dragging her off the plate and deeper into the processing area through another set of heavy rubber sheets. On the other side rows of water jets hissed into life spraying her from head to foot with powerful blasts of stinging icy water, no matter how she struggled and protested the mechanical arm kept the tension on the noose tight enough to hold her and forced her inexorably through the icy water. The next row of jets sprayed her with a foul smelling bluish liquid that burned her eyes and made her gag, after a thorough dousing she was led again to a third set of jets and again sprayed with icy water. Blinking away tears from the stinging fluid, Cindy was dragged to another terminal station where heavily padded bars pushed against her sides almost squashing her, another arm lowered behind her and pressed against her tender rump and with a hiss branded her ass with the Olsen's Dairy brand. Screaming in pain Cindy tried to struggle but the pads held her fast as another machine swung in and with a click shot the stud of a stock tag through her right earlobe. The sobbing 9 year old girl was released from the padded restraints and dragged out into an empty paddock where the constricting cable was finally released letting her collapse to her knees. After a few minutes of crying, Cindy collected herself enough to stand on shaky legs and look around, having never paid any attention to the workings of the farm she didn't even have the slightest idea where she was but there was an access gate leading out of the pen so she hobbled over to it and attempted to pull it open, the moment she touched the metal fence a powerful jolt of electricity shocked her leaving her hand stinging and numb. "Bertha! Please let me go! I just want my daddy! It's me, Cindy!" "CINDY VOICEPRINT CONFIRMED, STOCK 0024601M IDENTIFIED AS CINDY," Bertha's voice echoed from a speaker in the rafters. "Yes, me Cindy! I'm a girl, not a cow!" Cindy replied feeling a wave of relief that she was finally getting somewhere. "PLEASE CONFIRM YOU WISH TO MODIFY SYSTEM RECORDS AND UPDATE PERSONAL TEMPLATE?" the computer rasped. "Yes please just let me go," Cindy begged, trying her best not to cry. "SUBJECT CINDYS TEMPLATE UPDATED," Bertha replied a nearby screen flashing up with her ID picture instead of the livestock details, Cindy rushed forwards to try the gate again but again she was given a hefty jolt of electricity sending her flying backwards onto the hard concrete. "Ouch! Bertha!!" "ELECTRIC FENCE ACCESS IS ONLY GRANTED TO AUTHORISED SYSTEM PERSONEL, SUBJECT CINDY HAS CONFIRMED TEMPLATE CHANGE FROM PERSONEL TO LIVESTOCK ALL SECURITY ACCESS HAS BEEN REVOKED." "No I'm a girl! Change it back!" Cindy screamed in frustration. "UNABLE TO COMPLY LIVESTOCK DO NOT HAVE ACCESS TO TEMPLATE CONTROL," Bertha chimed helpfully her mechanical arms swinging back into motion and throwing another steel noose over Cindy's head. The computer ignored Cindy's protests as it dragged her through another gate and deeper into the facility its confusion over her status finally cleared up the computer ignored her increasingly desperate pleas as it guided her past long rows of cattle pens until it found an empty quarantine stall allocated for the new livestock and led it inside. Cindy was dragged into a concrete pen and released once the electrified gate had closed behind her, all around her she could hear the sound of the farm processing the herd and the lowing of the cattle as they were guided through their daily routine. The walls of the pen went up about six foot and with the exception of a concrete trough in one corner it was completely bare, the track overhead was hung with assorted mechanical equipment but it was all well out of reach. She immediately tried to climb over the wall of the stall but her fingers almost immediately found the electrified wire that ran along the top sending her crashing back into the pen. "Come on Cindy. You're almost 10 years old now. You can do this." Cindy muttered to herself looking around in desperation. One of the long mechanical arms dangling above the pen was only just out of reach if she jumped for it if only she had something she could stand on she could pull herself up on it and scramble up to the observation gantry above and get out of this nightmare. Suddenly she had an idea, taking off her ruined underwear top she twisted it up and tied a knot in the fabric turning her last shred of clothing into a crude rope which she started trying to hook on the dangling mechanical arm, on the fifth try the knot caught in the crook of the metal arm and Cindy tugged hard on it checking that it would hold her weight. "It's working!" Cindy cried happily, jumping as high as she could and starting to desperately scramble up. Unfortunately Bertha's sensors registered the sudden weight on the arm and after registering that stock was attempting to leave its pen labelled her as a problem animal. The mechanical arms that had hung limply around her as she began her climb sprang into life and after a few moments frantic struggle Cindy lost her grip and fell back into the pen followed by the reaching arms. One arm strapped a thick woven steel collar around her neck and pulled it tight the mechanism adjusting the fit to her neck automatically but the width of the restraint meant for the longer neck of a cow forced her head up as it dug painfully against her jaw and collarbones. Long cables were attached to the collar and clipped to pulleys built into the floor and ceiling which whirred into life locking her head at a set height as a thick nylon sling was passed under her stomach and pulled gently tight forming a cradle that raised her onto her tiptoes. More needle tipped arms diagnostic arms whirred down piercing her already sore backside and injecting her with a tranquiliser meant for a much larger animal. Olsen Dairy Farm Ch. 01 As the poor human 9 year old girl moaned 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, and found that 'cow' didn't appear to have gone through puberty yet, was extremely malnourished and underweight with unusually high heartbeat and low blood pressure. It automatically concocted 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 just want my daddy", she sobbed. "Please, Bertha let me out." 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. "No! I'm not eating that again!" Cindy cried, looking at the gloop with misery. "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 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 flat chest and finally sprayed her with cold water before pressing two sucking hoses against the her small chilled and unwilling nipples. The pull of the machine was brutal dragging at her sensitive nipples as it tried to milk the struggling preteen 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 tiny breasts swelling with milk as her nipples slowly stretched ever longer. At first Cindy was horrified at the first sight of milk being forced onto her body but the insistent pulling of the machine and chemicals accelerating her pubery, soon started to have another side effect. Each dragging pulse was answered by an echoing throb from her crotch. At first she tried to ignore her bodies insistent reactions. She didn't understand what it meant - nobody had ever had 'The Talk' with her. But with each milking and injection of hormones, the strange throbbing between her legs grew stronger and stronger, until at last she gave in sobbing with relief as she rubbed frantically at her sodden pussy exploding into the firststrongest 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 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 preteen breasts had grown from their initial almost non-existent state, and were 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.