Jenkins continued to study his surroundings as the rest of the cows were moved into the cramped holding pen. He soon noticed that the truck had stopped outside a large building with a sign that read: ‘milking parlour.’
Jenkins sighed. He knew that this was all part of being a dairy cow, but that didn’t make thinking about it any less humiliating. He could feel his udder swinging around uncomfortably beneath him as the other cows pushed and shoved each other within the confined space. He could feel the milk sloshing around inside as the four teats bulged painfully; urgently needing the pressure to be released. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to have this immense source of discomfort taken away, even if the relief would only be temporary.
Thankfully, it seemed that Jenkins would soon get what he wanted. A gate at the other end of the pen partially opened, allowing the cows to move out of the enclosure in single file. Jenkins did his best to make it to the front as his udder demanded attention, although sadly he wasn’t the only one with this idea. Soon the holding pen was filled with angry bellows as the cows fought to get out of the cramped space.
However, with a few stern words from the farmhands, and the occasional use of cattle prods, the group of cows did eventually fall into line. Soon, Jenkins found himself in one of several queues that led into the milking parlour.
As the lines of cows moved closer, Jenkins was finally able to see inside the enormous building. The milking parlour was already filled with countless rows of dairy cows. He reckoned that the building could maybe fit up to four or five hundred cows at a time. The scale of the operation was simply staggering. Were all of these cattle once human?
Jenkins continued to look around curiously as he started to get close. He stared at the cows inside, noting that they all seemed to be completely docile, presumably having given up any hope of reverting back to being human long ago. Jenkins shuddered, knowing that this was his fate if his plan went wrong. He tried to remain focused on the task at hand: blend in with the other dairy cows and stay away from any bulls!
Jenkins knew that part of ‘blending in’ involved being milked twice a day, which was something he just had to try and get used to. And so, when he finally reached the front of the line, Jenkins made sure to be on his best behaviour.
The doctor didn’t resist as he was led up on the milking platform where he walked along until he was standing beside another cow, who’s milking had already begun. The farmhands didn’t waste any time hooking him up to the milking machine, with his four sausage-like nipples each attached to a nozzle and pipe.
After a brief pause, the machine began to vibrate and hum, before it started to suck on the four sensitive nubs. Warm milk soon began to flow down the pipes as his bulging teats released their prize. Jenkins let out a surprised moo as the odd sensations coming from between his legs was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Before long, much to his surprise, Jenkins had decided that it wasn’t too bad. In fact, to his shame, it actually felt good!
Jenkins soon relaxed into it as the machine continued to do its job. His udder felt far more comfortable now that it wasn’t close to bursting with milk. He shut his eyes and tried to catch his breath after the exciting day he had had so far.
Soon Jenkins was daydreaming as he thought about his freedom and the revenge he would exact upon the Zoo. However, he was so out of it that he didn’t notice himself mooing softly as the process of being milked seemed to please him more than he would have wanted. In fact, Jenkins gradually started to feel a slight warmth inside his body, almost as if his bovine body was getting turned on by this…
Jenkins was knocked back to his senses when a gruff farmhand slapped him hard on the ass. With the milking over with, he calmly did as instructed as he moved along the walkway, down a ramp at the far end, and into another holding pen.
Jenkins instantly noticed that the atmosphere in the pen was much more subdued than it had been in the previous enclosure. It seemed that by this stage most of the dairy farm’s new arrivals had either accepted their new lives or were too physically and emotionally drained to protest any more.
Before long, a large gate at the other end of the pen opened up. The cows instinctively surged out into the pasture beyond. Jenkins followed suit as he made his way out of the pen and deep into a field full of luscious grass.
The cows all spread out within the field, clearly thankful to at least have some space to move around in. Jenkins spotted a few individuals looking around nervously, as if searching for a way out or some sort of clue as to where they were. But aside from this, the majority of the herd seemed to be milling around quite placidly.
Before long, most of the cows were either lying down, chewing the grass or getting to know each other. Jenkins found the whole situation incredibly sinister, given that some of these animals had been human mere hours ago.
But Jenkins remembered his plan. After mooing dumbly at a few nearby cows and taking a few quick bites of the surprisingly tasty grass, the doctor carefully lowered his heavy body to the floor and settled down to sleep.
So far everything was going to plan. Jenkins was confident that he would be able to survive the next week on the dairy farm…