Made to Be Milked 4: Road Trip

Elizabeth never thought she'd end up a human cow, but when Cream of the Crop 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 massaged to get her new, delicious milk to let down.

Elizabeth's sent on her way home to a house full of roommates who can't stand her. Will she survive being milked and taken and absolutely humiliated at their hands once she gets there? And when the owners of the dairy show up to give Elizabeth a choice, will she decide to return to her old life or move to the dairy to be a milking cow forever?

5,000 sexy, milk-splashed words of reluctant lactation, dairy cow fantasy, breast expansion, humiliation and submission, adult breastfeeding, lactation sex, a ménage-à-trois, a sexy road trip, and lots and lots of fresh, warm, luscious milk.

All characters are 18 or over, and all sexual acts are fully consensual. Read a steamy excerpt:

Elizabeth needed to be taken so badly after Frau Stein teased her like that. Her whole body vibrated with arousal. Her heavy, milk-engorged breasts swung back and forth as the trailer soared along the highway, making Elizabeth dizzy with feeling.

Elizabeth heard the sound of a car engine starting, and then her trailer jerked into motion. With nothing to do, she stared out the window and dripped milk and slippery nectar. She wanted to try touching herself to relieve the pressure, but it felt too weird. Cows didn’t do that. They stayed on all fours no matter what.

But admitting that didn’t help with the extreme sensitivity coursing through her body. Her breasts, already swollen with milk, threatened to burst on their own like fire hydrants, and her mound felt so empty, it hurt. She glanced around frantically, but there was nothing she could use to satisfy herself with. She bit her lip so hard, her teeth drew blood. The pain only turned her on even more!

To distract herself as the trailer bounced along, jostling her body and making the pain and sensitivity worse, she knelt and began grazing. The crunch and salty taste of the grass caught her attention and gave her something to do, especially since she chewed every bite until it turned to mush, just like Frau Stein had taught her.

But she’d forgotten that the point of the grass was to step up her milk production. Unbelievably, even more milk flooded her breasts! The sensation was a heady blend of urgency and exquisite awareness. Elizabeth had never been more aware of her body than before she’d become a dairy cow. It magnified all feeling a million times; the simple act of breathing caused her breasts to sing with pleasure. Every nerve ending woke, alert and ready to be tantalized.

Suddenly the trailer was far too small. Elizabeth thought she’d suffocate if she didn’t explode first. Her entire body buzzed with need, the need to be taken and stuffed, the need to be milked until she’d been wrung dry, every droplet squeezed out.

The thought that she might have to wait hours until she got to her destination filled her with horror. Elizabeth let out a scream of frustration and anger. It went on and on, ripping her throat raw.

The trailer slowed and turned off into a rest stop. Elizabeth’s scream cut off, and she held her breath in fear, waiting to see what would happen next.