The Collapse

The very next morning, Dorothy received another email.

She read it while drinking her coffee, you kneeling beside her leg in the kitchen, tongue hanging out, drooling onto the floor as milk steadily leaked from your heavy udders.

A slow, satisfied smile spread across her face.

She turned the phone screen toward you so you could see.

Subject: Official Statement – Eternal Dairy Solutions

It is with deep regret that we announce the immediate closure and dissolution of Eternal Dairy Solutions.

Due to multiple failed product lines, lack of viable assets, and disappointing results from our experimental bio-dairy division, the company has been forced into bankruptcy. All ongoing offers, contracts, and negotiations have been terminated effective immediately.

We thank our investors for their support during this difficult time.

Dorothy let out a soft, cruel laugh and set her phone down.

“They went under,” she said, voice dripping with satisfaction. “That desperate offer they made you? It was their last pathetic attempt to impress their investors. They had nothing. No real products. No successful test subjects. Just empty promises.”

She reached down and stroked your head, then gently tugged on one of your soft cow ears.

“They thought they could take you from me… and now they don’t even exist anymore.”

Dorothy stood up and walked around you slowly, admiring your modified body — your massive leaking udders, your new pussy still puffy and leaking her cum from last night, your twitching cow ears and wagging tail.

She crouched behind you and pressed her thick cock against your dripping folds again.

“They’ll never touch you,” she whispered, pushing inside your warm cunt in one smooth thrust. “No one will ever take my perfect little cow away.”

She fucked you right there on the kitchen floor — slow and deep this time, savoring every moment.

Your heavy breasts swayed and leaked with every thrust. Milk pooled beneath you. Your tail wagged happily as she claimed you again and again.

“M-moooooo… M-moooooo…” you moaned brokenly, tongue lolling uselessly.

Dorothy reached under and squeezed your swollen udders, milking you while she fucked you.

“That desperate company is finished,” she purred between thrusts. “But you… you’re just getting started, MooMoo.”

She leaned down, biting your twitching cow ear gently.

“You’re going to stay right here with Mommy forever. Leaking. Getting milked. Getting bred. Being my perfect, drooling dairy cow.”

She fucked you through another orgasm, filling your womb once more while your milk sprayed across the kitchen tiles.

Later that evening, during the daily stream, Dorothy made sure to tell the audience the good news:

“My sweet MooMoo received a buyout offer from a rival company… but don’t worry everyone. They went bankrupt this morning. She’s not going anywhere.”

She squeezed your udders hard on camera, making milk spray violently.

“She belongs to me. Always.”

Your cow ears flattened with embarrassment.

Your tail wagged.

And deep inside your dripping pussy, you felt another load of Mommy’s cum flood your womb.

The company was gone.

But your life as Dorothy’s personal, permanent dairy cow had never been more secure.