Mandy's Milk - Sex Stories

Mandy's Milk

... alone entered the barn in the last three months. Since it was a limited access quarantine building with access to expensive d**gs and technology, there was a dedicated camera inside the building monitoring the entrance and the lab. It had a peripheral view of the stalls, but unfortunately Mandy’s stall was not one of the ones on camera. The sheriff’s investigation lead nowhere so he continued pouring through the hundred’s of hours of tape footage and pursued many dead end leads and still had gotten nowhere. The Heifer Hospital was immediately eliminated from the list of possible hiding places as it was only accessible by automated heifer transport or the entry door which was still sealed from it’s annual inspection three months prior. The investigation had entered week three and Mandy was still stuck kneeling in six inches of mud, manure and piss while the computer continually pumped her system full of d**gs and medication. Her days had become a boring blur as the neighboring cows were randomly pulled in and out once healed and released back to the herd. It had only been three weeks and Mandy desperately wanted to be returned to the herd despite her former human status. However her place in the stall remained constant as the machines continued their ongoing repair of her human condition. Suddenly without warning, something changed. Both her tits, one shortly after the other, felt the strangest of sensations. At first the pain was unbearable and stung like nothing she could ...

... imagine. But soon the rhythmic stings matched that of the pumping machine and she realized what had happened. Tears of mixed emotions began pouring from her eyes considering what had just transpired. She was happy on one note that she was getting closer to release from her hell, but scared and sad that the machine had convinced her body to begin producing milk in such a short period of time. The sheriff was relentless and continued pursuing every lead regardless of how obscure and unlikely it seemed. The fact that it was a small country sheriff department also meant they had plenty of time, even though they might not be the most proficient at cracking crimes. Meanwhile Mandy continued changing as she was stuck in the infirmary with each passing week. As she was sitting on her knees with her calves laying flat behind her, the automated cleaning system was unable to thoroughly clean her cell so the dirt and manure piled up slowly around her and could not be removed effectively. With her head stuck in the grill bars in front of her she was unable to look back at herself and see her sides, back or stomach. So she couldn’t even see the changes that were occurring to her. The mere fact that she could feel the changes happening to her but could not see them was driving her insane. She could feel an unusual constriction around her hands and feet. She couldn’t see either so she only assumed that the mud was drying and hardening around her toes and fingers. She knew that she had to keep ...