Lily and Rose

Twenty years had passed.

The pink barn had been expanded and renovated many times, becoming a sprawling, luxurious dairy complex. You remained at its center — MooMoo, the eternal lactating dairy cow of the family.

Your body had been kept in its modified state through continuous hormone treatments. Your eight massive udders stayed enormously oversized and hyper-productive. Your cow ears and long, expressive tail were permanent. Your tongue still hung out uselessly. Your mind had long settled into soft, submissive bliss.

Lily and Rose — your two futa daughters — had grown into stunning, powerful women in their late twenties. They were tall, voluptuous, and carried the same commanding presence as Dorothy, with sharp dominance and playful cruelty.

On the morning of their 28th birthday, Dorothy brought them into the barn for a special celebration.

You were positioned on all fours in the center, belly slightly rounded again from a recent breeding, massive leaking udders dragging on the floor, tongue lolling, drool and milk pooling beneath you.

Lily and Rose slowly circled you, eyes gleaming with hunger and ownership.

“So this is our famous MooMoo,” Lily said softly, her voice smooth and commanding. “Our mother… turned into the perfect family cow.”

Rose smirked, crouching down to lift your chin with one finger. Your cow ears twitched. Your tail wagged nervously.

“Mommy Dorothy kept you well,” Rose murmured, studying your drooling face and massive udders. “But now it’s our turn.”

Dorothy stood back with a proud smile, arms crossed.

“She’s all yours now, my loves. I’ve had my fun for twenty years. It’s time for you two to take over your mother cow.”

Lily and Rose didn’t hesitate.

Lily grabbed your cow tail and used it like a leash, yanking you forward until your face pressed against her thigh.

“Open that useless mouth, MooMoo.”

You obediently extended your lolling tongue.

Lily dropped her robe, revealing her thick, hard cock. She shoved it straight down your throat, gripping your cow ears like handles as she started face-fucking you roughly.

“M-mmmph—! M-moooo—!” you gurgled, drool and milk spilling everywhere.

Rose moved behind you, lifted your heavy tail, and slammed into your dripping pussy in one brutal thrust.

While pounding you, she reached under and violently milked your massive udders with both hands, making milk spray across the barn floor in messy arcs.

“M-moooooo! M-moooooo!” you screamed in overwhelmed pleasure and humiliation.

Lily laughed breathlessly as she fucked your throat.

“We’re going to be so much meaner than Mommy was,” she growled. “You’re going to live in this barn like the family pet you are. Milked multiple times a day. Bred whenever we want. And we’re going to invite our friends to use you too.”

Rose leaned down and bit one of your twitching cow ears.

“Welcome to your new life, Mom Cow. You belong to us now.”

Your tail wagged submissively.

Your massive udders leaked endlessly.

And as your two grown daughters fucked you senseless on their 28th birthday, you realized with hazy, broken acceptance:

The cycle had begun again.