Private Milk Club

The hormone changes had made your milk extremely valuable.

Not only was it sweeter and richer than before, but the combination of your new pussy, massive leaking udders, and constant arousal made the milk chemically addictive to futanari women. Dorothy knew this immediately.

So instead of opening public bottle sales, she decided on something far more exclusive.

A week later, Dorothy hosted the first meeting of “The Milky MooMoo Club” — a private, extremely wealthy group of her closest futa friends and acquaintances.

Eight elegant, powerful futanari women arrived at the house that evening, all dressed in designer outfits. They were led into the newly finished barn studio, where you were already prepared.

You were positioned on a raised pink platform on all fours — udders hanging heavily, nipples leaking steadily, your new pussy glistening and dripping. Your cow ears twitched nervously. Your tail swayed anxiously. Drool poured from your permanently hanging tongue onto the platform.

A large sign hung above you:

“Fresh MooMoo Milk – $500 per bottle / $2000 for live milking session”

Dorothy stood beside you like a proud farmer showing off her prize livestock.

“Welcome to the first official meeting of the Milky MooMoo Club,” she announced with a smile. “As you can see, my sweet cow has undergone some… wonderful improvements.”

She gave one of your heavy breasts a firm squeeze.

Milk sprayed out in thick streams into a glass bowl placed underneath you.

The women murmured with clear arousal and hunger.

For the next two hours, you became the main attraction.

Live Milking Sessions:

The women took turns milking you directly. Some preferred to suckle from your nipples themselves, moaning as they drank straight from the source. Others used the milking machine while fucking your new pussy from behind. Every time someone thrust into you, your milk production increased noticeably.

Your tail wagged frantically as Liora pounded your dripping cunt, her mouth latched onto one of your nipples, drinking greedily while milk sprayed from the other.

Vanessa paid extra for a “double session” — she fucked your pussy while Seraphina sucked both of your nipples at the same time. You mooed loudly, drooling everywhere as your body was used and drained.

Bottle Sales:

By the end of the night, all eight women bought multiple bottles of your fresh milk — some for personal use, some to take home to their partners. One particularly wealthy woman bought an entire week’s supply in advance, requesting that Dorothy “flavor” some bottles by mixing your milk with her cum.

Dorothy was glowing with satisfaction.

As the last guest was leaving, she patted your head lovingly.

“You made Mommy very proud tonight, MooMoo. You earned over $28,000 in one evening.”

She crouched in front of you and wiped some drool from your chin.

“Starting next week, we’ll host these private club nights twice a month. The rest of the time… you belong only to me and the cameras.”

She reached down and gently stroked your new, sensitive pussy, making you whimper.

“Does my pretty cow like being sold for her milk?” she asked softly.

You could only moan brokenly, ears twitching, tail wagging:

“M-moooo… y-yesss M-mommy…”

Dorothy smiled and kissed your extended tongue.

“Good girl. Tomorrow we’re doing your first ‘Pregnancy Risk Breeding Stream’. The club members want to see if we can get these udders even bigger.”

She gave your heavy, leaking breast a possessive squeeze.

Milk sprayed across her chest.

Your tail wagged faster.

The private Milk Club had only just begun.

And your life as Dorothy’s premium dairy cow was becoming more profitable — and more degrading — with every passing day.