Big Mommy Milkers Novels & Stories

"Why don't you go pump. I bet you're getting full." Britney nodded. A year ago, her mother had a baby but had issues nursing. So to help her mother out, Britney went through the steps to induce lactation in her own large tits. Now that her sibling was weaning off breast milk, she was discovering a side business of selling her milk to a wealthy woman who couldn't be bother breastfeeding her child but didn't trust formula. It would help for college in the fall. She walked into the house to fetch her pump. Another cold wind blew and she was glad to be in the house.

She pressed the back of her hand against the side of the bottle, checking the temperature of the milk prepared by the young master. The young Bimantara observed every single movement of the nanny checking the milk he made. He knew taking care of a baby wasn't easy, but it turned out even preparing a bottle of milk had so many steps to follow, right down to checking the temperature before serving. Adrian felt a slight pang of regret over his past indifference. If not for the nanny or his mother, he definitely wouldn't be able to care for Bian all by himself. Perhaps this was what his brother had been stressing all along: the vital role of a mother for the chubby boy—something he had carelessl

"The women sent to the human milk farm would spend the rest of her days producing milk like actual cattle in the dairy farms. No one there treated them as human beings. "The reason for such an establishment is because the rich in Mandoria think that human breast milk has higher nutritional values and better meets the needs of the human body. The demand for it is enormous, which directly caused the huge amounts of human milk farms being built. "The Colosseum would be equally terrifying, as they would place them in the ring along with wild beasts. The venue is always filled to the brim, as spectators willingly pay money to watch the humans struggle against the wild beasts. They had so much mon

"Mom! After eight long years of trying, I finally got pregnant. No matter how slim the chance, I cannot bring myself to terminate the pregnancy!" She gripped my hand tightly. Her whole body was shaking with sobs. My heart twisted with pain. I knew I could never bring myself to say those cold words again. The doctor let out a sigh. He proceeded to recommend a conservative treatment plan and prescribed medication for Sarah to take at home. On the way back, my mind churned restlessly. It didn't take long before Mia's voice echoed in my thoughts again. "As long as Mommy takes this medicine to replenish her vitamins, I'll definitely be a healthy baby when I'm born."

I smiled despite myself. “I need to stop at Yoda,” Mom suddenly announced. “What for?” “I need to buy pasta.” “We have three packs at home.” Dad said. “I know.” “So… why are we buying more?” “Because I want to.” Dad sighed dramatically. “Amanda, we’ve barely picked Sierra up.” “It’ll only take five minutes.” He shot me a helpless glance in the rearview mirror. “See what I live with?” I laughed. “Just drive, Tony.” With the long-suffering patience of a man who had clearly lost this argument many times before, Dad flicked on the indicator and took the next turn toward Yoda Mart.

Carlos was busy with his 'new' woman and I wouldn't want him laughing at my ass each time I contemplated which food to pick into my basket. While in the car earlier I'd made sure to browse about foods three years olds eat and I blamed myself for not taking notes of what jacklin bought before now. I got a couple of lists like eggs, milk, chicken, cheese and many more. After grabbing a trolley, I walked towards the milk section at the back. A number of woman were on this side and after a while of me just standing there and debating on which type of milk to go with, I started hearing murmurs around me. I secretly looked at these women through the corners of my eyes to find them actually gushing

“There’s a high that comes from drinking that magically imbued milk. It isn’t just nutritious. It acts like a drug. I worry about the withdrawal factor. In fact, I wanted to speak with you about this. She’s magical. I can feel it even if she hasn’t displayed it. Do we need a magical person for milking? What if I provided you with mundanes to cast a milk spell on? I’d be willing to pay whatever price you asked.” Sybil was at a loss for words as she watched Jeramiah attach breast pumps to Louella’s already replenished breasts and then turn them on. “As you can see,” Valkyr continued in a smug tone, “We’re taking advantage of the situation and harvesting the milk. Some we will store for

And I began feeling that Auntie Benta was also Dave's target that day. But just before dad could move forward, Auntie Benta turned around, her face tear striken. “Big Bunny...” she called.

atio area. Morven’s grandparents had lived there all their married lives, and Michael owned it; he was a direct descendant of the original Kenny, who had taken his chance to make his mark in the USA. Now the ranch provided work for almost a thousand people and turned a profit of many millions each year, they had diversified into breeding their prize-winning race horses as well as their amazing highland cattle. They produced many more prize-winning products, cheese, yoghurts, cream, etc., from their cows, and their beef was sought after around the world. There were other things the family were involved in, but most of that was kept away from the little girl. A billion-dollar industry needs lo

It was several days of hard work before we felt like we were ready to receive the goats. It would be breeding season soon, and we wanted them back home and comfy to start knocking out them kids. Our little farm was known for making the best goat milk, and Grandma had shared the feed recipe as part of her will. Getting her supplier to mix the majority of it was pretty easy -- they were well acquainted with the request, and they expressed their condolences over the phone. There was a little additional piece, a final touch that Grandma added herself. Fenugreek apparently made the does lactate like crazy, and some of her motherly clients claimed their breast milk was more plentiful if they drank