The Pregnancy Confirmation

Two weeks after the twins’ 18th birthday breeding party, Dorothy gathered everyone in the barn for the official test.

You were kneeling in the center on all fours, massive udders hanging low and leaking steadily onto the floor. Your cow ears twitched anxiously. Your tail flicked nervously. Drool poured from your lolling tongue.

Lily and Rose stood on either side of you, gently stroking your ears. Dorothy stood in front, holding the advanced pregnancy test wand.

The room was quiet as Dorothy slowly pulled the wand out and looked at the screen.

Her eyes widened with pure delight.

“Ohhh… perfect,” she whispered.

She turned the screen toward everyone.

Positive – 3 Embryos Detected

A stunned silence filled the barn, then turned into excited murmurs.

Lily and Rose both grinned widely.

“Three?” Rose laughed, rubbing your belly. “We each came inside you once… so who’s the third one?”

Dorothy smiled proudly and stepped forward, placing her hand on your swollen belly.

“That would be me,” she said softly. “I bred your mother cow right after you two finished. Looks like all three of us got her pregnant.”

Lily and Rose looked at each other, then down at you with new, intense dominant hunger.

“So our Mommy MooMoo is carrying our babies,” Lily purred, squeezing one of your leaking udders. “One from me… one from Rose… and one from Mommy Dorothy.”

You could only moo pathetically, ears flattened in deep humiliation.

“M-moooooo… M-moooooo…”

Dorothy crouched in front of you and kissed your extended tongue deeply, eyes shining with possessive joy.

“Your body is so perfect now,” she whispered. “Every person who cums inside you fertilizes another egg. You’re going to be carrying triplets… all from your own family.”

Rose gave your tail a playful tug.

“Such a good mom cow,” she teased. “Getting knocked up by your wife and both your daughters on the same night.”

Lily leaned down and whispered in your twitching ear:

“We’re going to take such good care of you while you’re carrying our babies, MooMoo. You’re never going to be empty again.”

Dorothy stood up and addressed the small group of guests with a radiant smile.

“As you can see, my cow has truly become the ultimate breeding dairy cow. Three babies — one from each of us. We’ll be documenting every week of this pregnancy.”

She gently rubbed your belly, already imagining it growing even larger.

You mooed softly, drool and milk dripping beneath you, completely overwhelmed.

Your tail gave one slow, submissive wag.

Three babies.

From Dorothy.

From Lily.

From Rose.

Your wife and your own daughters had all bred you on the same night.

And now you would carry their children.