The Dairy Cow Showcase

Three days later, Dorothy invited Vanessa, Liora, and Seraphina over for an exclusive “reveal party.”

The three futanari women stepped into the living room and stopped dead, eyes wide with lust and amusement.

There you were — MooMoo — displayed perfectly in the center of the room on all fours.

Naked.

Heavy, swollen breasts hanging low and full, constantly leaking warm milk.

Caged clitty dripping a steady stream of milk onto the floor.

Tongue permanently lolling out, soft and useless, drool pouring freely from your open mouth.

“M-mmm… h-hhh…” you tried to greet them, but only broken, slurred sounds came out. Your modified tongue made real words almost impossible.

Dorothy stood beside you proudly, one hand resting on your head.

“Say hello to the nice ladies, MooMoo.”

You looked up, drooling helplessly.

“H-hello… M-moooo…” It came out wet and pathetic.

The women burst into delighted laughter.

Vanessa immediately squeezed one of your leaking breasts. A thick jet of milk sprayed across her chest.

“Goddamn… she actually produces milk from her tits and that pathetic caged clitty?”

Liora grabbed your chin and examined your permanently hanging tongue. “And she can’t talk properly anymore? So fucking cute. Just dumb animal sounds.”

Seraphina smirked and flicked your nipple tag. “I love the brands too. She’s completely ruined.”

Dorothy sat on the couch and patted her lap. You crawled over clumsily and rested your head on her thigh, still leaking milk and drool onto the floor.

The four women began openly discussing your future while you panted and mooed softly.

Vanessa spoke first:

“OnlyFans would print money. Daily milking streams, breeding sessions, bottle sales… ‘Mommy’s Leaking Cow’ channel. Subscribers could even order fresh milk deliveries.”

Liora grinned:

“Private breeding parties. Charge rich futas to knock her up with hormones so her belly swells and her milk doubles. Make her sleep in the kennel every night with the dogs.”

Seraphina added darker ideas:

“Permanent silicone udder implants to make those tits even bigger and heavier. A big cowbell locked on her collar. Turn the backyard into an exclusive petting zoo on weekends. And we should castrate her completely so she never gets hard again — just a pure milk producer.”

Vanessa continued:

“Rent her out for private sessions. Wealthy clients pay to milk her and fuck her for a few hours. We could make a fortune that way.”

Dorothy listened to all their suggestions with a pleased, aroused smile, gently stroking your hair while you mooed and drooled on her thigh.

“I like all of these ideas,” she said finally. “We’ll start with the OnlyFans channel next week. I already have the perfect name: Mommy’s Milky MooMoo. Daily milking and breeding streams. Private milk bottle sales. And we’ll still do exclusive in-person parties for special clients.”

She squeezed both of your swollen breasts hard at the same time.

Milk sprayed violently in messy arcs across the floor.

You let out a long, broken moan:

“M-moooooo… ahhh… m-moooo!”

All four women laughed loudly.

Dorothy looked down at you with pure ownership in her eyes and whispered:

“You’re going to be Mommy’s famous little dairy cow, MooMoo. Everyone’s going to watch you leak, get milked, and get fucked.”

She leaned down and kissed the top of your head while her friends watched hungrily.

The women spent the rest of the evening playing with their new favorite toy — milking you, fucking you, and planning your future as Dorothy’s permanent lactating cow.

Your tongue hung out uselessly the entire time.

Drool and milk pooled beneath you.

And deep down, you knew there was no going back.