Made to Be Milked 4: Road Trip (Human Dairy Cow Reluctant Lactation Erotica)

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 fucked to get her new, delicious milk to let down.

Just when Elizabeth thought she'd gone through everything, the society matron who'd purchased her from the dairy announces she's sending Elizabeth on a road trip. At the end, Elizabeth finds herself at the merciless hands of her cruel housemates, who are more than eager to take advantage of her newly huge breasts and desperate need for milking. Can Elizabeth possibly survive everything they're about to do to her?

5,000 sexy, milk-splashed words of reluctant lactation, dairy cow fantasy, breast expansion, humiliation and submission, adult breastfeeding, lactation sex, public humiliation, a ménage-à-trois, a road trip in a trailer, 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:

Hours later, the trailer stopped in a residential neighborhood. Elizabeth forced herself to her hands and knees and looked out the window. She did a double take. It was . . . her house!
Impossible, she thought. No way.

The door opened, and the driver appeared. He ignored her completely, as though he hadn’t fucked her giant globes mere hours earlier. But Elizabeth couldn’t forget the memory, and despite herself, hunger rumbled in her belly and her pussy. How long had it been since her last meal?

The driver separated her leash from the trailer wall and led her down the ramp. Elizabeth blinked in the sudden rush of evening sunlight that tinted everything orange. Once her eyes adjusted, she wished she could sink through the pavement and die.

All her neighbors stood there expectantly, some with cameras. They crowded closer, staring, some in derision, some in amusement. Humiliation washed over Elizabeth. No one was ever supposed to have known about this! She was done for. Her life was over. She would have to move away. Change her name.

Worst of all, her horrible housemate Jason was watching everything with a victorious smirk. He stared at her until she met his eyes, then made an obscene gesture. “Wow,” he said loudly enough for the whole street to hear. “You finally grew some boobs!”

No, Elizabeth prayed. Please no. Anything but this.

“Hey, can I fuck the cow?” Mr. Rodman, her next-door neighbor, called out. “I want to fuck the cow and drink her milk.”

“Me, too!” shouted Mrs. Johnson. “Show that uptight little hussy what’s what.”

“No, not till we’ve broken her in,” her housemate said. “We’ll see after that.”

Grumbling, the crowd dispersed, leaving Elizabeth to her housemates. She could already see the erection pressing against Jason’s jeans, eager to break through the denim and plunge right into her. She shuddered. This was Jason’s revenge. He’d always hated her and the way she insisted the chores be split evenly. She was afraid he’d pull down his pants and fuck her right there in the street. And there was nothing she could do about it.