| Author: | Vera Saint-Luc | ISBN: | 9781497749085 |
| Publisher: | Vera Saint-Luc | Publication: | January 12, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Vera Saint-Luc |
| ISBN: | 9781497749085 |
| Publisher: | Vera Saint-Luc |
| Publication: | January 12, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
“You see, Leslie, we need to fill our milk production quotas somehow. It would be too expensive to buy more cows and the cows we have, well, because of the infection, they’re just no good. But, there is one more thing here we can milk…”
Sweet little eighteen-year old Leslie sure didn't sign up for this! When the dairy farm where she's interning starts to have production problems, her bosses come to her with a proposal: take special hormones which will cause her to lactate so that they can milk her and fill their quota!
But Leslie is determined to be a good employee and she dutifully agrees. Before long, she's being bent over and milked like a human cow... And she loves it!
Excerpt:
When I woke up the next morning, but breasts were heavy and swollen. I groaned as I stumbled out of bet and stripped off my undershirt, which had been soaked through with milk. My breasts seemed to have grown two sizes overnight and were leaking milk. My eyes widened as I held them and I whimpered as my fingers came in contact with my nipples. God, but they were sensitive!
I squeezed one nipple gently, making a milk motion as I gripped my sensitive flesh. I gasped in delight and relief as a thin stream of milk sprayed out of my nipple and onto the mirror in front of me. It had worked! The injections worked!
I tossed on a sweatshirt (with no bra; my boobs could no longer fit inside any of my bras!) and hurried off to work. Mr. Ford and Mr. Brenning met me at the door and led me into a special room. It had a weird kind of platform that they had me get on: I was on my hands and knees and it had a place to rest my belly and ribcage with my boobs hanging over the side.
“Leslie, you’ll have to take off that sweatshirt,” Mr. Ford pointed out. He seemed positively giddy. He must have been excited to have such a good employee like me!
Warning:
This deliciously naughty 4400+ word tale of lactation erotica, milking, and a sweet little human cow is not for readers under the age of 18! All participants are fictional and willing. This story contains no actual cows; only a sexy young girl transformed into a lactating human dairy cow, ripe for the milking!
“You see, Leslie, we need to fill our milk production quotas somehow. It would be too expensive to buy more cows and the cows we have, well, because of the infection, they’re just no good. But, there is one more thing here we can milk…”
Sweet little eighteen-year old Leslie sure didn't sign up for this! When the dairy farm where she's interning starts to have production problems, her bosses come to her with a proposal: take special hormones which will cause her to lactate so that they can milk her and fill their quota!
But Leslie is determined to be a good employee and she dutifully agrees. Before long, she's being bent over and milked like a human cow... And she loves it!
Excerpt:
When I woke up the next morning, but breasts were heavy and swollen. I groaned as I stumbled out of bet and stripped off my undershirt, which had been soaked through with milk. My breasts seemed to have grown two sizes overnight and were leaking milk. My eyes widened as I held them and I whimpered as my fingers came in contact with my nipples. God, but they were sensitive!
I squeezed one nipple gently, making a milk motion as I gripped my sensitive flesh. I gasped in delight and relief as a thin stream of milk sprayed out of my nipple and onto the mirror in front of me. It had worked! The injections worked!
I tossed on a sweatshirt (with no bra; my boobs could no longer fit inside any of my bras!) and hurried off to work. Mr. Ford and Mr. Brenning met me at the door and led me into a special room. It had a weird kind of platform that they had me get on: I was on my hands and knees and it had a place to rest my belly and ribcage with my boobs hanging over the side.
“Leslie, you’ll have to take off that sweatshirt,” Mr. Ford pointed out. He seemed positively giddy. He must have been excited to have such a good employee like me!
Warning:
This deliciously naughty 4400+ word tale of lactation erotica, milking, and a sweet little human cow is not for readers under the age of 18! All participants are fictional and willing. This story contains no actual cows; only a sexy young girl transformed into a lactating human dairy cow, ripe for the milking!
