In recent years, the music industry had been changing quite dramatically. Many of the top recording artists had gone on to pursue other activities and passions, some had even semi-retired from music altogether. Cynthia Anderson's music career was still going strong but she had found getting involved with activism to be just as fulfilling. Her passion was animal rights and she was vehemently opposed to livestock ranching, arguing that many animals lived truly terrible lives. She had been so passionate that she had infiltrated corporate farms to set animals free, Cynthia had never felt closer to her work. But she had another ranch in her sights, it wasn't the largest ranch but she was certain that this ranch was mistreating their animals. Being a classically trained violinist and specializing in hip hop dancing, Cynthia was in exceedingly good shape even for her petite appearance. The violinist though used this to her advantage when snooping around and was very successful in being covert when trespassing.
Meanwhile, Tamara Middleton had seemingly retired from the music industry; she grew tired of wearing latex outfits, singing in a new city every night, and having to keep up appearances to satisfy her fans. Her fans had indeed been sad when she retired but Tamara longed for a quiet life. Her family had relocated to Nebraska and had a nice sized family ranch there that Tamara went to go live on for several months. During this time, Tamara became more and more interested in ranching and she started taking over day-to-day operations of the ranch from her family. She used her wealth and resources to upgrade the facilities into more efficient automated systems, everything from feeding, collecting eggs, and milking was done automatically. This reduced the need to employ farmhands and Tamara was alone on the ranch most days as a result, she loved her new life. The Middleton family had been active in auctions and had acquired many new sows to add to their growing herd of heifers, their milk production was fairly high and would be a primary driver in making the ranch money going forward.
Under the cover of darkness, Cynthia slipped into a barn to set more animals free. She could see what looked like endless milking stalls for the cows and her heart broke for them, "they should be out in the fresh air" Cynthia reasoned. She heard a click and a whirring sound, then a painful prick in her neck. She put her hand up to her neck just as her vision was getting very blurry and she was feeling extremely tired. Cynthia collapsed to the floor of the barn as a machine scanned for some sort of identification. Finding none, the database and machinery defaulted to processing the new cow to record it in the database. The powerful sedative administered to Cynthia was enough to fully sedate a cow for many hours, there was no telling how long the petite girl would be knocked out. In the meantime, another machine gave Cynthia a series of injections that new cows needed to be productive milk cows.
Cynthia awoke from her nap she looked around her to survey her surroundings. She was in a barn of some sort, that much was clear. Yet, as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes she noticed that she was no longer in her bed and this may not be a dream. Cynthia went to pull herself up off the ground but found a monumental weight was keeping her from achieving uprightness. She looked down and screamed! Where, formerly, there had been two small petite breasts, occupying her chest were now two large breasts almost the size of basketballs. She felt her nipples and they were still the same size, but now were leaking creamy white fluid. The poor girl yelped as she inspected her nipples and found that she could barely reach them as those fleshy protrusions were so large. She didn't know how long she had been asleep but judging by the size of her breasts, it had been a while.
While laying there trying to jog her memory, a robotic arm silently moved above her and a second was soon in place over the violinist. The arms seized control of Cynthia and flipped her around until she was prone on the ground on belly side down. While the arms hadn't done it with much force the impact caused her now extremely sensitive tits to jiggle causing her to squirm in a mixture of pleasure and pain. When Cynthia's squirming had subsided, she cried out in shock as cuffs were attached to her wrists and ankles. She followed the chains that were connected to the cuffs up into the ceiling. However, before she could figure out what was going on she was raised high into the air.
Now supported by the chains, she grasps the situation more fully, she's in some kind of automated barn and she sees that there are cows below her in stalls. The computer system running the whole operation notices her mouth is open and shoves a tube down her throat. As she tries to mumble something a grainy mixture of oats is forced into her. Swallowing the bland mixture is difficult and the speed at which the oats are coming out of the tube briefly causes Cynthia to panic. She forces herself to become calm and breathes in deeply through her nose to swallow and not hyperventilate. After a few moments of force-feeding Cynthia, the computer seems to be satisfied with the amount of food she has consumed and retracts the tube from her mouth.
Cynthia is then taken by the robotic arms to a pen area and set down on the floor in the middle of a metal stall. The robotic arms secure a collar to her and she finds that it has a powerful magnet within it as her neck is pulled forward until the collar makes contact with the stall in the designated spot.
Another robotic arm lifts one of her arms and attaches the cuff to the frame of the stall, then with horror, Cynthia looks on as the robotic arm welds the cuff to the frame. The arm swings over to Cynthia's other arm and she tries in vain to fight against the unfeeling arm as her cuff is welded to the frame. She's now part of the stall, there's no way to separate them. That welding process is repeated with the cuffs around her ankles as the frame has a base plate that is bonded with her cuffs.
Two large suction cups emerge out of the wall and attach themselves to Cynthia's humungous tits, they suck her nipples hard and the cups take in as much breast flesh as they can. Cynthia looks behind her and sees another robotic arm inserting a butt plug into her, then she feels a surge of extreme pressure as it inflates inside her tiny little ass. The robotic arms seal it to her by slathering a clear liquid to her butt plug then attaching a tail into the plug. The violinist is distraught with new sensations, her mind is slowly processing what is happening but cannot at the speed of which the machines are having their way with her. The girl watches as the suction cups nurse her over-sized breasts and through a mixture of pain and pleasure Cynthia squeaks "...moo!". Cynthia found herself unable to stop pleasurable utterances from coming out of her mouth late into the night as she was milked repeatedly.
Awakening from her sleep by a loud commotion, Tamara Middleton looked out her window and saw that some lights were on in the barn. "Ugh, not again. That automated system is malfunctioning again."