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Chapter 8 by Farkgonz Farkgonz

What's next for Jane?

More 'Treatment'

Jane vainly struggled against the machinery that separated her from the cows and herded her into a separate bay of the facility. As Jane adjusted her head to look around, she could vaguely make out more suction cups, needles, and other devices that she couldn't recognize.

"No! Help! Help!" she shouted.

The machine, not recognizing verbal commands, dropped an arm from the ceiling which hovered near Jane's face. She stopped shouting and stared at the device. "What the.." she was cut off as some machinery within the device began and a bright, blue, light emitted from it, moving up and down her face. Jane didn't realize that it was scanning the dimensions of her head and face, and that similar arms were scanning the rest of her body. She also didn't see two additional arms come from behind her, which **** themselves into her mouth. "Heeeee.." she tried to shout. The blue scanning device darted into her mouth and scanned it as well. Jane was getting scared and tried to shout for help again, but instead it came out more like an unintelligible cry.

Then, as quickly as the scanner had appeared, it was gone. Jane had only a brief respite before the machinery became active again. She felt two powerful grips secure around her head to keep it completely still. All she could do was stare ahead, but the mechanical arms all swung around the her periphery. She felt as sharp pain in her nose, as the machinery drove a metal bar through her septum. She screamed and cried, but a moment later she was wearing a large, steel, nose ring.

Even her cries were cut off however, as a a plastic device was inserted into her mouth. Jane couldn't see, but it was a mold specially designed for her mouth toc ensure all the feed would go down her throat. The machinery had identified Jane, or 7-537 as she was designated in the system, as a new, small, mal-nourished cow. It was taking the necessary measures to ensure 7-537's health and productivity. The arms holding Jane's mouth and head released, and she brought her arms up to try and feel the plastic. She felt a sudden sharp pain as an electric prod struck her rear. She screamed through the feeding device, but kept her hands away from it.

Gasping, Jane wondered what would come next, when she felt a small prick in her rear as another needle full of hormones were injected into her. Her eyes rolled up, her head sunk, and her pussy dripped as the hormones and chemicals flowed through her veins, dulling her mind once again.

What's next?

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