Elizabeth just wants to find out why her milkman at Cream of the Crop Dairy has stopped delivering her milk. But once she tries the dairy's exquisite new milk, it's like an orgasm in her mouth. She could never settle for anything less again! The owners make her an incredible offer: she can drink all the milk she wants. All she has to do is consent to being milked herself.
Once Elizabeth reluctantly agrees, the dairy's owner injects her with a serum to make her breasts so large, her tiny frame almost can't support them. Reduced to a human dairy cow, she's stripped, given a collar with the name Bessie, and fucked to get her new, delicious milk to let down. Elizabeth can't deny how good it all feels, but she's never been more degraded, either. How long will the milk be worth the humiliation?
This book contains all four volumes in the Made to Be Milked series: "Made to Be Milked," "Made to Be Milked 2: The Milk Lovers' Ball," "Made to be Milked 3: Rich as Cream," and "Made to Be Milked 4: Road Trip." 20,600 sexy, milk-splashed words of reluctant lactation, dairy cow fantasy, breast expansion, humiliation and submission, adult breastfeeding, lactation sex, milking machines, cow-on-cow action, threesomes, voyeurism, public sex, and lots and lots of fresh, warm, luscious milk.
All characters are 18 or over, and all sexual acts are fully consensual. Read a milk-soaked excerpt below:
Elizabeth opened her mouth to protest, but Herr Bergmann stood directly over her, forcing her back against her chair. Before she knew what had happened, he'd inverted a small ceramic jug. The milk she'd been craving so desperately streamed in, a rich, buttery, sweet flavor—so thick, so frothy. So impossibly delicious. She couldn't get enough. She gulped so hard, she almost choked, but she kept drinking.
Just as abruptly, Herr Bergmann yanked the jug away.
Elizabeth couldn't stop her tongue from carefully examining every inch of her lips. Just one more bit of cream. Surely there was one. "That was the most amazing milk I've ever had! What kind of cows made that? Are you feeding them some kind of magic formula?"
Herr Bergmann and the receptionist exchanged knowing glances. "I knew you'd appreciate it," Herr Bergmann said smugly. "As I was saying, our business has hit a snag, but ever enterprising as she is, our own brilliant Frau Köhler has hit upon a solution."
"Well, what is it?" Elizabeth couldn't wait to find out. Whatever had made that milk, she wanted it. Needed it.
"You may find our methods rather . . . unorthodox, shall I say?" Herr Bergmann put one hand on Elizabeth's shoulder, his fingers digging in. "But sacrifices must be made in the name of the greater good."
Elizabeth stared at the jug—so close, yet so far. Milking was milking, wasn't it? And what she wouldn't do for more of that cream!
Herr Bergmann's icy blue eyes pierced her to the core, making her catch her breath. She realized just how small she was beneath his imposing presence. "Ms. Bouvier, now that you've sampled our latest offering, I have a choice for you. Either you help us produce milk without question—and enjoy all the samples you can handle—or you leave now, forever wondering what might have been."
"Help you? Why would I do that?" The question burst from Elizabeth's lips. She wasn't a farmer!
But the thought of the milk held her there. She had to know. Had to taste that milk again. She bowed her head, ashamed.
Herr Bergmann clapped his hands together. "Frau Köhler, she's made her choice. Give her the shot."