Made to Be Milked, The Complete Collection

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 massaged 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: €œMade to Be Milked,€ €œMade 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:

Huge, pendulous breasts bounced on her chest, their weight threatening to tip over her petite frame. Porn star globes, Elizabeth thought wildly. Had that shot done this? As the cool air hit her skin, her nipples stood up like pencil erasers, and her breath caught. It felt like silk, or a lover€s teasing fingers. Her whole body lit up with need. She tried to stifle her moan.

Frau K¶hler ripped off the rest of her clothes and tossed them to the ground. Then she gently helped Elizabeth onto her back and squatted next to her. €œGood cow,€ she soothed. €œI only hurt you when you make me.€

Elizabeth€s head spun, but it was nothing compared to the tingling sensations rushing through her. Her new ballooning breasts were so full! When Frau K¶hler began to fondle them with manicured fingers, Elizabeth cried out without meaning to. The skin-on-skin contact was the most incredible thing she€d ever felt. Every nerve ending in her huge breasts snapped to attention, each motion making her want to scream until her throat burned.

€œThe cow needs more stimulation,€ Frau K¶hler observed, her voice clinically cold. €œThe teats appear prepared and functional, but the milk€s not flowing.€

Milk? thought Elizabeth frantically. Wait, no. Whatever they claimed, whatever they€d done to her, she was not a cow. She squirmed, but Frau K¶hler held up the cattle prod. To Elizabeth€s horror, a few white droplets spurted from her bare nipples. She could feel more accumulating under her skin, as the milk ducts awoke for the first time in her life.