Francesca's Milky Udders

"The hell is this place? And why am I so drawn to it?" Francesca asked herself as she walked into the abandoned cow milking factory, her large breasts bobbing with each step.

The place was full of conveyor belts and small machines, but one was larger than the rest. It was in the center of the building, almost like it was the spectacle of the whole cow milking process. Francesca couldn't help but approach it out of curiosity. It was large and somewhat intimidating, with a large rectangular base from which 4 clear tubes, with suction cups at the ends, dangled as if they hadn't been used in years, which they probably hadn't.

"I wonder what this thing used to do", Francesca said curiously, slowing walking closer.

But as she walked closer, he foot got caught on a cord and she fell. On the way down, her shirt and bra got snagged by a loose cable and got ripped off.

"Ah, dammit! There goes my favorite shirt! Now my tits are out", she pouted, unaware of the impending danger.

The machine, sensing her exposed breasts, sprung to life. Two of the tubes lunged forward on their own towards her breasts and grabbed on, the suction cups holding them tight.

"What the-" but before she could finish, a wrench, knocked off by the sudden movement of the machine, fell from on top of the machine and hit the gauge on the machine, setting it "fill" mode.