The True Cow

The triplets were growing fast.

By week 26, your body had undergone another dramatic mutation due to the powerful hormone cocktail Dorothy had been giving you throughout the pregnancy.

Your belly was now massively swollen — round, heavy, and stretched tight with three active babies. You could barely crawl more than a few feet without panting. But the most shocking change was above it.

You had grown four additional udders.

Just like a real cow.

Two smaller pairs had formed in a neat row beneath your original massive breasts, creating a total of six lactating udders. They hung heavily in two rows of three, constantly full and warm. The mutation had also altered your milk storage — you could now hold significantly more milk before it started leaking uncontrollably. When your udders became too full, the pressure was intense… but the release was overwhelming.

You were lying on your side on the extra-large breeding platform in the barn, unable to stay on all fours for long anymore.

Your six udders rested heavily on the soft pink mats, already leaking in slow, thick streams. Your cow ears twitched with discomfort. Your tail flicked restlessly. Drool poured steadily from your lolling tongue.

Dorothy, Lily, and Rose stood around you, admiring the changes.

Lily gently ran her hand along the second row of udders.

“Mom Cow… you’re actually growing more tits,” she said with a mix of awe and amusement. “You look like a proper barn animal now.”

Rose squeezed one of the new lower udders, making you moan loudly as milk sprayed out.

“Six udders… and they’re all full,” Rose teased. “Our mommy is such a good breeding cow. Getting bigger and milkier every week.”

Dorothy smiled proudly, rubbing your massively swollen belly.

“The hormones are mutating beautifully,” she said. “She can hold so much more milk now. But when she gets too full…”

She gave one of your original upper udders a firm squeeze. A powerful jet of milk shot across the floor.

“M-MOOOOOO!” you cried out, tongue hanging, eyes watering from the intense pressure and pleasure.

The triplets kicked strongly inside you, clearly reacting to the stimulation.

Lily and Rose both laughed.

“Even the babies know when Mommy’s getting milked,” Lily said, patting your belly.

Dorothy knelt beside you and kissed your twitching cow ear.

“You’re becoming exactly what I always dreamed of, MooMoo,” she whispered lovingly. “A real six-uddered dairy cow. Pregnant with our triplets. Leaking constantly for your family.”

She gently lifted one of the new lower udders and latched her mouth onto the nipple, sucking hard. Warm, rich milk flooded her mouth as she moaned in satisfaction.

Lily and Rose soon joined her — each claiming one of your udders, drinking directly from you while you mooed and drooled helplessly.

Your six udders were being drained by your wife and two daughters at the same time.

“M-moooooo… M-moooooo…” you moaned brokenly, tail wagging weakly with overwhelming submission.

When they finally pulled away, all three of them rubbed your swollen belly and heavy udders with possessive affection.

Rose smirked. “When these babies are born, we’re going to breed you again right away, Mom Cow. Maybe we can get you to grow even more udders next time.”

Lily nodded. “Six is good… but eight would be perfect for a proper cow mom.”

Dorothy smiled and kissed your forehead.

“My perfect, mutating, six-uddered pregnant cow,” she whispered. “You’re never going back. This is who you are now.”

Your tail gave one slow, exhausted wag.

Your six heavy udders leaked steadily.

Your massive belly shifted with the triplets’ movements.

And you mooed softly in complete, blissful surrender.