Published: Aug 12, 2024

My one hundred and forty-fourth caption, featuring a fun concept I've been batting around in my head for a while now!

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The Bovine Plague had struck Earth like lightning, wiping out just about all species of cow on the planet. No one knew where it had come from or how it had spread so fast, only that any cow infected with it had a 0% chance of survival. Literally overnight, the massive hit to the beef and dairy industries had caused a massive, global economic crash, one that was an incredible threat to the United States especially, given their heavy reliance on milk. Companies all across the world that relied heavily on cheaply-sourced beef were either put out of business, or pivoted heavily towards chicken and other poultry products now that beef was no longer an option. Though vat-grown beef had helped a bit, dairy had become the biggest concern.

Fed by incredible grants from the U.S. federal government, the tech start-up “NuMilk” offered a solution to this problem no other company could: authentic, rich milk, artificially created through the use of special, proprietary “Cowbots”. These specialized machines were capable of producing real milk at an accelerated and consistent rate, and were capable of being upgraded in the future to further increase their production potential. These Cowbots were also immune to disease, hunger, and aging, a point that greatly interested the U.S. government and the dairy industry at large. Calls went out all across the country for willing hands to work on NuMilk’s newly-acquired farms, once independently-owned by regular farmers who could no longer afford to live or work there anymore. Due to the Cowbot’s unique “form factor”, they took up far less space than a traditional milk producer, and only required access to a nutrient feed, electricity, and shelter to produce product. Many people jumped at the chance to work for NuMilk .

You were one of these people. You had lost your old restaurant job when the economy crashed, and given how bad things were, no one close to you was looking to hire you. Seeing no other options and hearing about the NuMilk “Ranch Initiative”, you signed up for the program, not really expecting to be selected given the vast number of people who had also applied. To your shock, you were contacted by a NuMilk representative less than 24 hours later, who invited you over to the massive farm that was being retrofitted from its old configuration to one better suited for NuMilk usage.

Arriving at the huge farm, you were in sheer awe of its size. They weren’t just fixing it up to new standards, they were adding onto it. A large five-story building attached to the main cattle farm practically gleamed as you were led to it by your representative, who seemed quite eager to get you inside.

“Thanks for coming. We’ve been struggling to come across properly qualified applicants for this job.” He explained, holding open the door for you.

“That’s fine! I wasn’t aware a background in cooking was something you were looking for.” You joked, following him into the nearby elevator.

“Heh… oh no, sir. That’s not the kind of background I’m referring to.” He chuckled, turning towards me with a copy of my application in his hands. “Your genes are exactly what we’re looking for when it comes to our Cowbots. Without them, there’s no chance you’ll be able to produce.”

“Produce? What do you mean by produce?” You questioned, suddenly confused as he cocked an eyebrow. “Isn’t this a job to milk the Cowbots?”

“No, that process is fully automated.” He shook his head, looking at the forms I signed. “Did you not read the terms of the contract, sir?”

“Honestly, I didn’t even expect to be considered for the job.” You nervously admitted, rubbing the back of your neck. “Is this a problem?”

“…no, it’s not a problem, sir.” He slowly replied as the elevator reached the top floor. Unbeknownst to me, he was tapping a button on his watch.

The elevator door opened, revealing two buff, military-looking dudes who wasted no time grabbing me and putting me in restraints.

“What the- hey! What gives?!” You shouted, arms secured behind your back as you were taken into some kind of advanced lab or something.

“Be careful with the merchandise, gentlemen.” The rep warned, following us into the lab where your were strapped down to some kind of table, one that looked like it went into some kind of tube. “As per the conditions of the contract you signed, NuMilk has selected you for our Cowbot conversion process. All your assets and holdings are now hereby transferred to NuMilk Incorporated and its wholly-owned subsidiaries. Thank you.”

You tried to shout at him, but some sort of tube was forcibly shoved down your throat, gagging you. Your clothes were cut off, leaving you naked on the cold operating table. There was a loud whirring noise as the tube closed and sealed around you, filling with a weird, white liquid. When it touched you, it was warm, almost like blood, before you saw it creeping up your skin, turning it white as well. You tried to shake yourself out of the restraints as the warmth took over your body, but it was no use. As the liquid reached your head, it poured down your nose and eyes, causing you to pass out. An unknown amount of time later, you regained vision, only for it to be hidden behind some kind of blue faceplate. There was a great weight on your head, and looking down, you came face-to-tit with two bright white mammaries with blue nipples! They were leaking what seemed to be milk!

“Subject 004 has regained consciousness… impressive, I didn’t think that was possible.” A disembodied voice echoed through my tube. “I must commend you on your compatibility with our Cowbot pattern, 004. You will make a fine addition to our stock. I’m certain of it.”

You tried to speak, but all that would come out of your “mouth” was a digital “moo!”ing noise, clearly feminine in nature. The tube drained of the white liquid, letting your new, shiny android body glisten in the bright LED lights of the lab. Your mind became far more fuzzy and unfocused as your new nerve endings felt the cold air, becoming erect very easily. Your movements were no longer your own as you were surrounded by several technicians, putting various labels, tags, and even a collar on you with a cowbell. You could see your new reflection in one of the silver tanks next to you, seeing your skin was now some kind of white, rubbery material, and that you now had horns and an “expressive plate” instead of a face. One of the men squeezed one of your nipples, sampling your milk as an immense pleasurable sensation spread through your whole body. You were stunned.

“AA grade, easy. Fantastic results, 004.” He announced as you sat there in a haze. “She’s ready to begin production immediately. Expedite her transfer, and keep her tagged under ”Special Projects”. She might make a suitable candidate for any upcoming projects down the line."

Thus, you were quickly transferred over to the main production facility and assigned cell 004. You were now Cowbot 25/A 004, rated for a current max yield of 40L. Though you had been forced into this new role, you couldn’t deny how great it all felt. You were cared for, maintained, and given all the pleasure a machine like you could ask for. In fact, you had heard they were already planning on upgrading you to 80L soon, leaving you very excited…