Why buy the cow...

New Rule: Eleanor Moore Now has H cup breasts, with nipples 16 times more sensitive than that of an average humans.

New Rule: Eleanor Moore's lactation now mirrors her level of arousal, with ovulation resulting in her producing four gallons per day. If her tits become too full, they will begin to simply leak the milk produced.

New Rule: Whenever Eleanor Moore gets her milk on a person or an object she did not intend to, she must lick up the milk she produced upon said location until it is clean of all milk. She will then profusely apologize for getting her milk on the location. If the person or persons involved do not accept her apology, she will fuck them until they orgasm. If the person is a man, she will let them cum inside of whichever hole she has chosen to be fucked in. If the person is a woman, she will eat them out.

Old Rule: Eleanor Moore got"Michael's Milkslut" branded on her left ass cheek a month ago.

New Rule: Eleanor Moore is not allowed to milk herself, and must beg people to milk or suck her tits for her. Aside from the owner of the Rulebook, There is a 99% chance that they will refuse.

New Rule: When aroused thoroughly enough, Eleanor Moore will only be capable of communicating via mooing. This will always deeply embarrass her.

Old Rule: Because of her big tits and lactation, many of Eleanor Moore's peers mocked her with cow or milk related nicknames, such as Dairy Mary or Ol' Bessie. Often times, Eleanor Moore's peers will still refer to her by these names. This will always deeply embarrass her.

There. That should do it. I looked up from the rulebook, expecting to see my little Milkslut, ready to display just how fuckable she was.

Instead, Eleanor had doubled over, her eyes rolled over in the back of her head, tongue hanging limply out of her mouth. Her hands, just moments ago desperately rubbing he pussy to try and get off, now lay limp at her side.

"Eleanor? Are you okay? Say something if you're alive."

"...moooo..." The girl next to her laughed.

"Oh my god! Did Dairy Mary just moo?"

"Another word out of you and i'll punish you too!"

That shut her up.

Turning back to Eleanor, glad that she was still alive and possibly conscious, I tried looking over the rules I'd just written trying to find what my error was. Her breasts seemed to size up without any problems...she wasn't dribbling milk yet, but I didn't expect them to anyways...I rolled her over and, sure enough, her branding had come in and healed alright...Oh wait, it might be the nipples. I'd made them so sensitive it was overloading her brain. After erasing the 16 and replacing it with a fairly moderate 4, Eleanor seemed to come back to life, this time with a reinvigorated libido. Her hands immediately got back to work, and as she slowly worked herself back up to her knees, eyes once again locked on me.

"Hey there, my little Milkslut. Say, how ya feeling?"

"Mooo...Moo M-- Moo...Moo! Moo-oo! Mooooo!" After all of today's sexed up antics, I doubted I could find anything cute. And yet, watching Eleanor struggle with her new vocabulary was kind of adorable.

"Aw, look at how enthusiastic you are! It's like you were made to be a walking pair of tits!"

"Moo!" An angry expression crossed onto Eleanor's face. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Come on, you can't deny that with jugs like that, it'd be a sin not to let everyone have a taste of your delicious milk! Why don't we share your goods, huh?"

"Moo! Moo!" Eleanor's furrowed brow and wrinkled nose quickly morphed into a shocked and fearful expression. Despite her best wishes, it was fruitless to try and beg for mercy from me. Especially since she couldn't even speak. But something in me wanted her to want it as much as I did. I grabbed a handful of her left tit, and a cowlike moan escaped her mouth. As I mangled her breast, her hands stopped working so fervently at her clit, and allowed mine to grope and squeeze. She couldn't contain her moos, as she looked like she was very nearly about to cum. At that point, I let go, and enjoyed her expression once again change from bliss to desperation and pleading.

"Moo? Mooo?"

"Sorry, but if you want to cum, you're gonna have to share your milk with everyone out here. It's only, what..." I wasn't sure why, but I actually took the time to count, "...fifteen girls? You can handle giving out that much milk, and besides, i'm sure they'd enjoy getting to try it. What do you say?"