| Author: | Sage Reamen | ISBN: | 1230000113298 |
| Publisher: | Sage Reamen | Publication: | March 8, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Sage Reamen |
| ISBN: | 1230000113298 |
| Publisher: | Sage Reamen |
| Publication: | March 8, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
The sisters of the Delta Sigma sorority house have a secret. For the past several weeks, they've been stealthily drugging their six new pledges with a potent serum, causing their breasts to engorge with milk...
Now there's only one final hazing ritual before the girls become full members - and when the bras come off and the milk starts flowing, these young ladies will learn what it means to be a sister in the Delta Sigma house!
Excerpt:
“You mean you’re lactating too?” Michelle, gasped, backing away.
My face reddened at the humiliation, the shame of my freakish mutation revealed. Then I heard that word. Too.
“What do you mean, ‘too’?” I said. “You're lactating?”
Michelle nodded gently.
Mandy stepped forward. “Of course you both are,” she said. The Delt Sigs have a long-standing tradition. Our pancakes and tea, the ones you guys have been eating and drinking for the past two weeks, are spiked with a powerful fenugreek extract,” she said. “Fenugreek is a substance that makes women lactate. We all take it.”
I looked at Mandy. “But why?” I said.
“Because the Delta Sigs are milkers,” she said. “It’s our oldest tradition. We all lactate regularly. We love breastfeeding each other. We have milk parties," she grinned wickedly at us, "and you pledges are expected to attend."
The sisters of the Delta Sigma sorority house have a secret. For the past several weeks, they've been stealthily drugging their six new pledges with a potent serum, causing their breasts to engorge with milk...
Now there's only one final hazing ritual before the girls become full members - and when the bras come off and the milk starts flowing, these young ladies will learn what it means to be a sister in the Delta Sigma house!
Excerpt:
“You mean you’re lactating too?” Michelle, gasped, backing away.
My face reddened at the humiliation, the shame of my freakish mutation revealed. Then I heard that word. Too.
“What do you mean, ‘too’?” I said. “You're lactating?”
Michelle nodded gently.
Mandy stepped forward. “Of course you both are,” she said. The Delt Sigs have a long-standing tradition. Our pancakes and tea, the ones you guys have been eating and drinking for the past two weeks, are spiked with a powerful fenugreek extract,” she said. “Fenugreek is a substance that makes women lactate. We all take it.”
I looked at Mandy. “But why?” I said.
“Because the Delta Sigs are milkers,” she said. “It’s our oldest tradition. We all lactate regularly. We love breastfeeding each other. We have milk parties," she grinned wickedly at us, "and you pledges are expected to attend."
