Milked by Force 6: Return of the Bull (Human Dairy Cow Reluctant Lactation Erotica)
Carly never expected to become a human dairy cow. Then Lindstrom Lactation Laboratories paid her a thousand dollars to become their human milk cow for a week.
It is the final day of Carly’s contract. The lab is determined to wring the last drop of milk from her before she goes!
All characters are 18 or older. More
Carly never expected to become a human dairy cow. Then Lindstrom Lactation Laboratories paid her a thousand dollars to become their human milk cow for a week. She was treated with Milkdown X, a special formula which made her breasts grow and lactate… and become so sensitive that milking drove her wild with desire.
It is the final day of Carly’s contract. Determined to wring the last drop of milk from her before she goes, the lab gives her a double dose of Milkdown X, inserts a fist into her on the examination table to make her milk let down, and once again introduces her to their prize human bull.
Finally, she is dressed in human clothes and offered the choice to leave. With her gigantic bosom drenching her blouse, will Carly flee the lactation lab, or choose to be branded and stay on forever as a human cow?
5700 milk-soaked words of reluctant lactation, humiliation and submission, adult breastfeeding, medical BDSM, lesbian lactation, milk machines, human cow fantasy, and great gushing sprays of warm, delicious milk!
All characters are 18 or over, and all sexual acts are consensual. Read a milk-drenched excerpt below!
Aching with frustration, Carly hurried along until they came to the pasture, where naked women crawled about, grazing on the wheat grass.
But not only naked women were in the pasture. The bull was there as well. He was a man, like Carly was a woman, but a man transformed like she had never been.
Carly could crawl on all fours and moo, but she was still a woman at heart. This man, tossing his head and pawing at the grass with a hoof-like clenched fist, was a man only in body. His soul was the soul of a bull.
Heavily muscled and powerful, the bull paced the pasture on all fours, snorting, his head turning this way and that as he surveyed his herd of cows. His rock-hard shoulders seemed big as cliffs. His huge tool swung beneath him like a battering ram. Carly trembled at the thought of it penetrating her body. She knew it was impossible, but it looked even bigger than it had the last time.
“Milkdown X isn’t our only formula,” said the doctor, giving the bull a clinical inspection. “We also produce a formula for males: Masculine X. We gave the bull a double dose, just like we gave to you. His instrument is now forty percent larger than it was the last time, and his refractory period has been reduced to twenty-three seconds.”
The bull lifted his head and let out a terrifying bellow that seemed to shake the very ground beneath her. His black eyes were fixed on the nearest cow, a woman with curly black hair and creamy bosoms. He pawed the ground menacingly.
“Nurse!” Dr. Lindstrom called. “Quick, the milking machine!”