The New MooMoo

Ten days after the procedures, the changes were impossible to ignore.

Your new bio-engineered cow ears constantly twitched and flicked at every sound. Your tail — long, smooth, and ending in a soft tuft — moved on its own, especially when you felt embarrassed or aroused. Right now it was curled tightly between your legs in shame.

But the most dramatic change was your breasts.

The hormone treatment had worked far better than even Dorothy expected. Your chest had swollen dramatically in just ten days. What used to be modest, leaking breasts were now massive, heavy udders that hung low and swayed heavily with every crawl. Your nipples had grown thick and puffy, constantly leaking warm milk in steady streams.

Your caged clitty still dripped milk too, but it was nothing compared to the flood coming from your enlarged udders.

Dorothy couldn’t stop touching them.

She had you in the pink barn studio, on all fours in front of the large mirror so you could see yourself clearly.

“Look at you, MooMoo…” she breathed, voice filled with awe and lust.

She reached under and lifted one of your massive breasts with both hands. It was heavy, warm, and full. Milk immediately squirted from your thick nipple when she squeezed.

“M-moooooo…!” you moaned brokenly, tongue hanging out, drool pouring down your chin and onto your swollen chest.

Your cow ears flattened shyly. Your tail flicked rapidly with humiliation.

Dorothy laughed softly and pressed her body against your back, her thick cock nestling between your ass cheeks.

“They’re so much bigger than I imagined,” she whispered, kneading your heavy udders. “You look like a proper breeding dairy cow now. These udders are ridiculous… and they’re only going to get bigger.”

She gave both breasts a firm, milking squeeze.

Milk sprayed out in powerful streams, splattering loudly onto the pink floor beneath you.

Your tail started wagging involuntarily.

Dorothy noticed immediately.

“Oh? Does my cow like having such big, leaky udders?” she teased, squeezing again and again, forcing more milk to gush out.

“M-moooo…! M-moooooo!” you cried, unable to form real words.

She reached back and gently stroked your new tail, then gave it a playful tug.

Your ears perked up, then flattened again.

Dorothy stood up and circled around to admire you from every angle.

“Tomorrow we’re doing a special stream,” she announced. “We’re going to show the world your beautiful new ears and tail… and these massive, milky udders. I want everyone to see how much my pretty cow has grown.”

She crouched in front of you and cupped your face, thumbs wiping some drool from your lolling tongue.

“You’re not just my leaking bitch anymore, MooMoo,” she whispered lovingly. “You’re my big-uddered, bio-engineered dairy cow. And you’re going to stay this way forever.”

She leaned in and kissed your extended tongue deeply.

Your tail wagged faster.

Your massive breasts leaked steadily.

And deep down, you knew she was right.

This was your life now.