Published: Aug 15, 2024
My one hundred and forty-fourth caption, a sequel to NuMilk commissioned by @fdoomagedon
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As profits in NuMilk soared, thousands of people signed up for the jobs the massive company created overnight. Though NuMilk required a sizable support staff to keep their new facilities in working order, most of the applications went towards the famed CowBot program, their milk producers. Most people, being desperate (or dumb), never bothered to read the terms of their contracts, which gave the company full legal ownership over those whose applications were accepted. As it turns out, the U.S. government was very willing to overlook the sheer illegality and clear human rights violations of such contracts if it meant keeping the economy going. This only intensified as NuMilk’s already sizable holdings increased, taking on people’s private property and bank accounts. Some people tried to protest against the company, but their power and influence simply increased due to their unmatched monopoly over the milk and dairy production markets.
You were a former software engineer, one of many people laid off from their jobs after the economy crashed in the wake of the Bovine Plague. When you had heard of NuMilk’s initiative to push forth the Cowbots, you were quite interested in the whole thing. Like most people, you decided to apply for one of the Cowbot positions, but being more patient and technically-minded, you actually read through the contract in its entirety. You were surprised that NuMilk had the power to seize people’s private property with something as simple as a signature, but it was the details of what would happen afterwards that really piqued your interest. The fact that those selected for the procedure were converted into biomechanical machines, basically androids, was both an incredible advancement of science and a bit of a… perverse fantasy of yours. The idea of being turned into a beautiful, immortal machine, one whose sole purpose was to make high-grade milk as livestock, was incredibly appealing to a “deviant” such as yourself. You knew such thoughts were far from mainstream, but your new goals were now dead-set. This was your true destiny.
You were surprised when you were contacted by one of NuMilk’s representatives not long after submitting your application. You eagerly went to the nearest facility and met with the representative you had spoken with. After spending half and hour processing your paperwork, they led you towards the elevator with a… slightly confused smile on their face.
“I must admit, we haven’t run into anyone quite as… enthusiastic as you at this facility before.” The rep remarked, finding my goofy smile a little unnerving. “Any particular reason why?”
“I’m honestly a little embarrassed to talk about it.” You admitted, a blush becoming clear on your face. “Something about it is just so… exciting! I don’t know how to explain it.”
“Ok then… Well, considering your willingness to go through with our conversion process, NuMilk has expressed their willingness to extend you a special offer.” The rep began, immediately drawing your interest. “We’re looking for a proper ”mascot” of sorts, someone who will go out and improve our public image after all this recent controversy. So, are you inter-”
“Yes!” You immediately said, practically yelling it out and causing the rep to jump up in shock. “Absolutely! You’re giving me the opportunity to interact with the public too!? Sweet!”
“Uh… that’s great to hear! You get the job!” They refocused, giving you another one of those smiles you knew was fake, but didn’t care. “I guess there’s one in every crowd, I suppose…”
Taking you upstairs, you were led into an advanced lab and ordered to undress. You did so without question, abandoning any sense of embarrassment you still had left knowing soon you’d be perpetually naked anyways. You admired how advanced the machinery around you was, well aware that it was your ticket to the life you had always dreamed of. One of leisure and pleasure.
“Please insert the tube into your mouth, and lay on the operating table. Then we’ll begin the procedure.” Another voice echoed through the overhead intercoms as you took a deep breath.
Laying down, several restraints took hold of your naked form as a tube sealed around you. You smirked as you listened to the sound of fluid filling the tank, knowing there was no going back now. This was actually happening. You were about to become a Cowbot. As the special liquid crept up your skin, you felt cold before a warm sensation took over. It was a unique kind of warmth, the kind you could feel deep in your chest. Before you knew it, you were completely submerged in the liquid. You opened your eyes, able to barely see through the white haze around you.
“Impressive… Subject 005 has managed to remain fully conscious. Very impressive.” The voice from before spoke again, muffled by the liquid around you. “Let us proceed, shall we?”
You watched in amazement as your skin turned white, becoming a biosynthetic polymer. Several dozen needles painlessly entered your body, injecting you with various other fluids and chemicals as you could feel your whole body shifting and changing, shrinking as time went on. Special lasers engraved lines and joints across your body while digital “cow spots” were tattooed onto you, giving you a visage somewhat similar to that of a cow. Your insides were remodeled in full, becoming more biomechanical in nature as you were made immune to disease and aging, able to solely run off electricity and nutrients. Your manhood was removed, no longer necessary as a mechanical pussy took its place, causing you to feel an incredible sense of pleasure as it was hooked up to your nervous system. Your legs, hips, and ass increased in size, raising you off the table slightly as your two “production and storage units” expanded on your formerly flat chest. They grew to what would be an unmanageable size for a human woman, but you were able to heft them effortlessly with your powerful body. Finally, your new “face” and headgear was attached to your head, permanently obscuring your old human features as it was sealed. Inside of the horns was a suite of equipment NuMilk would use to keep track of you wherever you were.
“Oh my goodness, I feel wonderful!” You moaned out loud in a new voice, very feminine and electronic, as the fluid drained from the tank. “I never imagined… it feels so… right!”
“Glad you’re enjoying yourself, 005.” The amused voice called out again as the tube and my restraints unsealed, allowing me to stand up in my new, powerful body. Several techs came out to inspect me, making me fell so much smaller due to my reduced 5’8” stature. One of them squeezed my tender nipples, causing another moan to escape from my lips as milk shot out.
“Another perfect grade. AA.” One of the techs announced, having drunk the milk without hesitation. Feeling an incredible sense of horniness overtake you, you instinctually picked them up and gave them a big hug with your newfound strength, wanting to spread the peace, love, and pleasure you now felt. “Ack! 005, please release me! You’re… going to… crush me!”
You quickly apologized, releasing the cute little tech as they finished looking over you. After you were deemed to be 100% functional, you were brought before the Facility Director who had been speaking to you over the intercom during the conversion process. Given how fully willing you had been the whole time, he had dispensed with any mental conditioning, instead wanting a Cowbot with a clear head to go out and begin helping out on the farms that were still locally-owned as a form of “guerilla public relations”. This was for two reasons: one, to show off the new, friendlier side of NuMilk, and two, to decrease the likelihood that local farmers would lodge complaints about the plant and its expanding operations. You were more than happy to do it, of course.
A few days later, you were on one such farm, introducing yourself to the Larson family, one of the local wheat and chicken producers. You were making an effort to meet everyone, even the kids, offering them free samples of your freshly-squeezed product. For the most part, they were happy to accept it. Luckily, you didn’t have to worry about any “less than inviting” interactions with the locals, given your titanium plates and impenetrable biosynthetic skin. After meeting everyone at the farmhouse, you ran out into one of the local wheat fields to meet the last family member.
Gregory Larson, 19 years old and the oldest of three siblings. You were eager to meet the young man, so eager in fact that you decided to run at your top speed, a blistering 80mph. You still weren’t quite used to your enhanced speed and strength, and your milk tanks often made balance difficult. You accidentally slammed into Gregory’s tractor, knocking it over with him inside. He was quite shocked by this, and given the damage this caused, made him quite cross. Still, as he looked at you, heat could be detected coming from his crotch, indicating arousal at your form.
“Sorry your tractor flipped, you can fuck my tits if you’d like~” You offered without hesitation, knowing NuMilk would cover the damages if you made sure Gregory was compensated…