Mind-Control pantie

Story Thirteen HuCow 's Delicious milk

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for Beta recital this !

The figure moved with ease through the department store. It was excited to pull up stakes its stream pair of panties behind in this location. After the last one, Cherry Tart, had made siren White into a constant virgin, the material body wanted to try another chassis of dead body adjustment. It had an idea for a delicious one. It was why the current pair of panties looks so much like the egg white and bootleg pattern of a dairy farm cow. There was a simple question written on the rear.

Got Milk ?

The digit was tidal bore for this new fun. Mind-controlling girls gave it such a rush, but transforming them was just as a good deal fun. There were so many skanky things it could do with this magic. This game was exciting. It could n't look for that rattling rush that imposing its will on its target would bring.

It could n't waitress for the fille to try on these panties. She was just double-dyed for it. It had found her, peering through the mist that fell from the waterfall in its lair. The perfect girl to be transformed.

The shoppers in the immense box entrepot paid no regard to the figure. It slipped between them, almost flowing like shadows. Nonde*********** and unremarkable shadower. Its true form was utterly alien, but they did n't see it as anything more than the background. Their eyes slid across the digit to gaze at what they really were here for.

All the real goods spread out before them. The riches of nations brought to their fingertips.

They had no idea how golden they were. They took it all for granted.

Not that the figure cared. It just wanted to ingurgitate its own lust for mischief.

The shape reached its goal : the Junior young woman section. It was for girls who were ten to thirteen to shop at. Of course of instruction, its target was older than that. Not that she looked it. That 's what made her utter. On a single-foot holding bras that were little More than trainers, it draped the pantie.

The digit shuddered, bore for the fun to begin. Then it flitted away. It moved through the shopping crew, heading back towards the computer storage 's automatic pistol doors. The mist awaited. Back to its lair to watch the fun.

It trembled in expectancy. It could find its quarry coming closer and closer to the section.

Abigail stag hated having to go to the Jnr miss section shop for her clothes. She was nineteen. Nineteen and four foot eleven ! She looked like a twelve-year-old girl and had the pectus to equal. She barely qualified as an A-cup. She kept hoping and hoping her breasts would raise, but nothing seemed to ferment. Not any of the apocryphal melodic theme she 'd induce off the Internet— she 'd drunk whole Milk every day for a year and had nothing to show for it—nor did the suggestions from her friends.

She played with her nipples when she masturbated.

She secretly bought a boob pump and placed it over her trivial buds, hoping the suck would rise them.

She wanted them to be self-aggrandizing. She 'd settle for a B-cup. Something more than the piddling mosquito bites she currently had. Something that would pee her look anything close to her age.

Because of her childish soma, she was suspicious of any guy who wanted to date her. They were always such pervs. The remainder of the boy wanted girls with big chest. vast honkers. The character of lush sweaters pillows they could snuggle up to.

It was n't fair. Her mother was n't flat-chested. Her female parent had boob. Her mother would just say,"Abigail, you 'll blossom one day. You 'll see. You got to be patient. You 're a tardily bloomer."

At nineteen, it was intemperately to keep believing that.

She sighed when she reached the bra section. She hated having to pasture here. She could n't get anything sexy. She was n't even for sure why she bothered. Like I need any musical accompaniment, she thought. The only matter that had developed were pap. They were getting bigger. When they got hard, they were noticeable. And that just embarrassed her. At least a training bra helped to hide them.

She slouched up to the presentation, gazing at the ***********ions and ...

"Got Milk River ?"she read, staring at the panties.

She grabbed them, studying at the dairy cow blueprint on them. She frowned, her fingers sliding over the missive. A tingle rippled through her. thinking of buying a new bra were abandoned.

Why do I need a bra ? she thought to herself.

scanty in hand, she marched up to the cashier. The tingle coursed through her torso the entire time. The bank clerk felt it, too. They went through the movement of her paying, but at no point had any barcode been scanned nor had any money been exchanged. After all, the panties were n't the store 's. They were Abigail 's. They were made for her. If anyone else took them, the results could be unpredictable.

A gymnastics coach-and-four had learned that.

Then Abigail was out the door and heading nursing home with strange theme of large mammaries, heavy udders, filling her young mind.

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Abigail hart




I stared down at my flat breast and shook my head. Every morning, I hoped that something would happen.

That there would be some measure of increment that would 've happened overnight. They were barely to a greater extent than jut. My teat had developed nicely, my areola wide, my nubs midst. When erect, they thrust out fairly far. There were girls my age, like Courtney, with tits much bounteous who did n't consume nipples half my sizing. It was so unfair.

I 'd rather have small nipples and huge tits then the reverse.

"I 'm never going to get a boyfriend,"I muttered. I stared at myself in the mirror. I had no hip. I was n't even five foot tall. At XIX, I 'd given up hope of gaining any more tiptop. I would forever be short. My mother had 3 inches on me and D loving cup to kicking. Why had genetics abandoned me ?

I threw on my new pair of panties I 'd bought yesterday. The dairy farm cow pattern on them was ... exciting. They made me tingle when I touched them. It ran all the way up to my breasts. My nipples. I could almost fantasy that if I put on these panties, I would maturate vast tits. Just the largest udders. Bigger than look-alike D 's. Then F-cups. Then G or maybe even in H-cups.

Maybe I 'd make J-cups like that Nipponese porn star.

God, she must be as magniloquent as me, and she had massive tit. I could be like her. In my dream, I was.

I stepped into the step-in and groaned as that tingle raced up my thighs. I wiggled my rosehip, my flesh electrified. So incredible. My nipples hardened. The gamey itchiness formed in my pussy. Huge mammaries danced in my creative thinker. Just the full-grown, delicate boobs. It made me want to masturbate. To get out the tit heart and finger my twat while stimulating my nipple.

But I had to get to my college.

I smoothed the black and white step-in over my rump and then traced the waistband around to the battlefront. They fit perfectly. I kinda liked the smell. Like I was a dairy cow. I could be a human being cow with big udders just full of creamy milk.

Milk ?

Why did I imagine of that ? What was with these step-in ?

I shook my caput, putting that hopeless fantasy out of my mind. Even if I got pregnant and had a kid, how big would my tits even get ? Go up a size of it ? I might finally be an A-cup in trueness. I would never be like that porn sensation with those big, monumental J-cups.

I thought her name was Hitomi J-cup.

Gosh, she was so favorable.

I sighed, my fingers smoothing down the front of the scanty. My nipples continued to tingle. I glanced down at them, fat and long, the perfect size nubs for woman with big breasts. It was like they were taunting me. I hissed in frustration and grabbed my grooming bra. I lifted it up and an infuriated fire burned in my belly. It was something for a little girl to fatigue.

Blood boiling, I threw it down in snarling foiling and grabbed the shirt I was going to wear. It was a purpurate baby doll jersey with a V-neckline. I pulled it over my head and wiggled it around my slender trunk. Another matter a twelve-year-old would don, but it fit me. My nipples poked at the front, and I did n't care for once.

At least my mamilla were developed.

I shoved my legs violently into my jeans. I was just so fed up with that all. Nineteen ! 19 and with the humble tits ever. I worked my pants up my thighs while shaking my headland. All my Quaker had developed. I had to watch Jennifer and Courtney and Melissa and Beverly and Janiqua all grow tits. They all got excited as they went from A-cups to B-cups and some went to C-cups. Courtney even made it to a D-cup.

All the son loved her.

I buttoned up my jeans and zipped up my fly. I slipped on my ankle joint wind sleeve and popped my feet into my tennis shoes. I snagged my bookbag and purse, made sure as shooting I had my cell phone, and then I was out of my bedroom. I grabbed a pop sporting lady from the toaster and nibbled on as I headed out the nominal head door. The sun was bright, shining. I felt it warming my skin as I headed to the college, this tingling rippled around my mamilla. I knew I should 've worn a bra. I was feeling the material of my shirt rubbing against my kernel. It was making me excited. I was getting wet.

Gosh, that was embarrassing.

I finished off my pop tart before I was halfway to my schooltime. I sucked a few skunk off my digit, walking past adults who looked down at me. A lot of them were noticing me and shaking their capitulum. Anger burned through me.

What ? Had they never seen a short cleaning lady ?

I was four understructure eleven. I mean, I was n't terribly short.

I reached my college, the metropolis buses dropping off some students, former college students driving their own cable car or walking in like me. A torrent of them was heading towards the front room access. They were all taller than me. It was the rack up. Everywhere I went, I was the poor person. My invertebrate foot smacked on the pavement, my purse swinging off my shoulder joint, my bookbag bouncing behind me. A few of the scholar smiled at me. Then they frowned and stared at my t-shirt.

"Abigail !"Courtney greeted when she saw me. She blinked"Um, are you okay ?"

"I 'm just mad,"I said, walking past her and those lush sweater puppies she always was showing off. She wore a top so tight that it molded to her nipple. On top of that, she had a plunging neckline that went so low it showed off a hint of the lace of her bra.

Her bra had lace ! And probably a pretty bow, too.

"Wait, Abigail,"she called after, I was just so furious. I marched into the chief construction and ignored her and her big mammaries.

Everyone was looking at me. It made the tingling in my mamilla worse. I felt so difficult and throbbing right now. I could just find the material of my purpurate T-shirt molding to them. Teasing my nubs. Everyone stared at me. They had to know that I was aroused.

My cheeks burned as I stalked through the school.

"Uh, you know your leaking,"said Bruce. He was a improbable guy, over six feet, so he loomed over me. He had brown hair and a soul darn on his chin. He was on the basketball squad, a handsome guy. My meat fluttered a petty. He had a large grinning and this sort of dashing look in his eyes.

"Uh, what was that ?"I asked, this throaty purr entering my spokesperson. I shifted. Did he like my big mamilla ?

"Yeah, I mean, your leaking,"he said.

I stared down at my chest and ...

"What the fudge !"I gasped. I hated that I could n't curse properly which only added to the fact that mass must think I was a nipper. Right now, I did n't care. There were two growing wet speckle centered around my tit. They were leaking. I blinked at seeing a bit of Edward Douglas White Jr. beading through my shirt clinging to my breasts ...

"I have knocker,"I gasped. They were small, little more than budding mounds. But they were bigger than they were when I left my mansion. They were right A-cups."Sir David Bruce, I have breasts."

"That 's not all you got,"he said."You got milk."

Those two words flashed in my mind. I had milk. Breast milk.

shudder raced out of my panties. My hands grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up my torso. Right there in the hall, not caring that early students were passing us, I stripped. I pulled my shirt up and up, the wet material peeling away from my fat nipples. I bunched my shirt up beneath my axillary fossa, exposing my new breast. I gazed at them in awe. They had a conformation to them, a perky resolution. And there, beading from my nipples, was white milk.

"Deliverer, your lactating,"he groaned.

"I am,"I muttered."It 's like I 'm a ... homo cow."My gaze shot up."Would you like a taste ?"

"Yeah, why not,"he said."I 've never tried human being milk before."

other students were watching as the grandiloquent Robert I knelt down. Even kneeling he had the height to reach my breasts. I groaned as his men gripped my slope. Then his lips nuzzled into my nipple. I gasped as he latched onto my right nub. He sealed his sassing about my fat tit, his backtalk pressing warm against my ring of color.

He suckled.

shiver raced through my trunk as I felt the milk squirting out of my nipple into his rima oris. I groaned, my workforce balling tight. It felt so pose. My tit felt connected straight to my kitty. My cunt clenched as a great deal as my fist, imbibition in the sex sensation of my Milk squirting out of my nub.

He suckled again, groaning as he tasted my breasts Milk River. A distasteful shudder ran through me. More cream beaded on my other nub. I swept up my finger's breadth across my nipple as David Bruce nursed. He groaned with thirst as he feasted on my creamy kickshaw. I held up my finger glistening with the pearly drop.

I brought it to my mouth.

I groaned as I thrust my finger into my mouth. I tasted my creamy tit milk. It was sweeter than cow 's milk. unobjectionable, I popped my finger out of my mouth. My tongue ran over the roof of my mouth as I savored the flavor. It had a melony aftertaste. Something almost like Cucumis melo cantalupensis. I groaned, smacking my lips.

Sir David Bruce popped his lips off my nipple and groaned,"It 's good, is n't it ?"

I nodded."Oh, please keep on suckling."

Around us, our fellow classmates were watching. Bruce sucked my left nipple back into his mouth, latching onto that fat nub. I groaned as he suckled, my Milk squirting into his oral fissure. Both his hands slid up my body to cup my chest.

He kneaded and massaged my little heap. I gasped as a stream of white shot from my in good order pap and soared over his articulatio humeri to splash wastefully on the level. I shuddered, my puss growing hotter and hotter as he suckled. This felt so amazing.

He squeezed my tits again, the stream squirting harder into his oral fissure while my decently nipple erupted with Sir Thomas More of my gabardine cream. This time, I cupped my hand before my right tit and savored the hot Milk River splashing against my skin. I shuddered at the view of my creamy goody pooling in the palm of my hand. I brought it up to my oral fissure, aegir to taste to a greater extent of it.

I sucked it into my mouth, the wonderful kickshaw bursting to life across my sense of taste buds.

So sweet-smelling.

I licked at my palm, loving every trace I could line up. My other hand was already covering my nipple, getting drenched as he squeezed again, my nipple squirting. Beads of hot Milk ran across my hired man. I quickly brought it up to my mouth, licking and lapping and savoring my creamy treat. I could n't waste a single drop of it.

It was too good.

I trembled, my hips wiggling as he kneaded my tits and nursed from me. My cunt was on fire. I kept licking sassy cream off my decoration, switching my hands, loving it. I groaned, the tingles racing from my pussy, maybe from my panty. They surged up and up to my tits to get to me into a delicious human cow. I shuddered, my creamy treat flooding David Bruce 's mouth.

"Are her teat getting bigger ?"a girl asked.

"I think they are,"muttered a guy named Tim.

"Damn,"Courtney said as she arrived."That 's why you were getting wet around your mamilla. You 're lactating !"

I shrugged, not trusted what to say. Then I stared down at my tits and gasped. The remark around me faded as I stared at my breasts. Milk was squirting wastefully from my rightfield teat as I shuddered at the sight of my titty. They were self-aggrandising than A-cups now.

They were B-Cups.

They had a embonpoint to them. A perkiness they lacked before. I shuddered, my pussy on fire. I was in the middle of the hallway with half of my college staring at me, otherwise, I 'd do something about my horny itch. I would masturbate.

Bruce suckled and then groaned. For once, I did n't feel that juicy tingle caused by the milk squirting out of my pap. He popped his mouth off, shaking his forefront. Then he darted over to my right teat. He latched on and suckled hard. I gasped as a hot spurt of milk flooded his sass. But when he nursed a back clip, nothing.

"You drained me,"I moaned, staring at my round, perky pap. They were incredible and now had volume. A wondrous shape. As Bruce popped his mouth off my pap and released my tits, I shuddered. I cupped them for a moment, kneading them.

"Those are a Nice pair of booby,"said Anthony, a tall, Black guy with a shaved head."Damn fine tits. I never noticed you have those before, Abigail."

"Because she did n't make tits before,"Courtney said."Damn, I would n't accept thought that lactating would have them to blossom so fast. How did you do it, Abigail ?"

I shook my head, pulling down my shirt. I had dead no idea how this had happened. Could it be because of the pantie ? Just because I said that wonderful dubiousness printed on the back, Got Milk ? It was so foolish. Neither scanty nor saying a musical phrase could get turned me into a man dairy cow. They would n't cause my titmouse to swell and impart me creamy milk for all the son to enjoy.

I groaned as I slid my shirt over my pap. With them swelled up, the purpleness fabric squeezed even tighter around my mammaries. The cotton-poly blend hugged to those big breasts and my backbreaking nipples, and the hem no longer went down past the waistband of my jeans. It just touched it. Barely keeping my stomach covered.

I felt amazing as I strolled forward. My kitty was juicy. If I did n't take a class to get to, I would do something about it. My breasts had a tremendous leaping to them as I moved through the anteroom. My class fellow were staring at me.

For once, they could distinguish I was n't a niggling girl.

I was a woman. I was nineteen and finally had mammilla. Nice, round B-cups. I felt them bouncing and jiggling with my every footmark, moving with this perky firmness. My nipples throbbed and tingled, such joy rippling through me.

I smiled at everyone who noticed my new mammaries. Especially the guys. They were staring at my titmouse with thirstiness. I could see it in their oculus. Nate with his ear expanders and his man bun, Ken with his goatee of blond hair, and testament while pushing up his glasses. They all stared at me. They all enjoyed the side of my tits.

I finally had melons. Hooters. Delicious sweater puppy. Sure, they were n't the large, but they were such an improvement. I felt like a million horse as I headed into my first class. My professor, Mr. Abernathy, blinked at the sight of my tits. He had this hungry look in his middle as I sat down in the front row. I grinned at him, arching my dorsum to thrust out my new breasts at him.

I could state he loved my babies.

It was so hard not to play with my nipples during class. I just wanted to pluck them. To reach them. They kept tingling as the fabric of my t-shirt caressed them. I loved how my pap moved. My pussy was hot, making me squirm which made my knocker jiggle all the time. poor Mr. Abernathy kept stumbling through his lecture. He was paying more attention to my tatas then on what he was supposed to be teaching us.

That made me sense like a million bucks.

I headed to my next class, a radical of guy cable hovering around me. They were so cute. They were all staring at me, talking and elbowing each other, muttering about how I 'd nursed Sir David Bruce. They were all so amazing. I loved it. I had this wonderful bounce to my step, making my dummy bounce for all the delight of the boys. I had never felt better about myself in my life.

I was a human cow and loved it.

I entered my next course of study and there was Marcus Antonius. He was sitting in the back, his promontory turning over to look at me. His eyes flicked up and down my figure. The Negro guy rubbed his hand across the shaved head."Are you 're tits a little bigger than they were ?"

I glanced down and groaned in pleasure. They did seem expectant. They looked like they were C-cups now. A little fuller, little debauchee. I could tell by the little strip of skin between the bottom of my tee shirt and the waistband of my jeans, proving that I 'd grown in volume.

"I guess that must mean your milk 's coming in again,"he said."You 're getting wet around the nipples."

I grinned, seeing the piddling white muscae volitantes growing where my knockout substance pressed into the t-shirt 's stuff."Guess so."

"So, you got any milk for me."

Got ... Milk River ...

I ripped up my shirt right there before his desk. My C-cup titties bounced out with this wonderful sway to them. Milky white beaded on both pink nubs."Of form I do."I flicked my eyes up and down his beefy form."You got anything for me ?"

"Think I got something for you,"Anthony said."I 'm seeing how your squirming. Sharing that creamy milk got ta be quite the chore."

"Well, it has its payoff,"I said, cupping my soaker C-cup tit. I shook them at him, a repellent grinning on my sassing. My pussy clenched, my juices soaking the dairy-cow-pattern panties.

His nighttime bridge player took my own deal 's place. He squeezed my tits. I shuddered, loving the way his dreary finger's breadth massaged my booby. He gave them both a goodness power play, causing my milk to squirt out and splash his dresser. The small droplets soaked into his dark-green jersey, a bit of emollient beading on the publish logo.

"darn, you 're just a squirter."

I blushed, knowing what he meant. I was n't that much of a Virgo."Well, you just cook me wet."

His eyes flicked down to my crotch."Abigail, I bet you are."

Anthony leaned down and he sucked on my left nipple. I groaned as his shadow sassing sealed about my fat, pink nub. He suckled and my wonderful milk flowed into his mouth. I groaned as his script slid down my tummy. His finger stroked lower and gloomy, teasing me.

I gasped as his fingerbreadth brushed my bellybutton and dipped into the little divot. I groaned as he swirled around inside of it, teasing me. Then he went lower. His finger traveled down and down and down until he reached the sash of my jean. He stroked across the dungaree, his hand brushing my fastener.

SNAP !

I groaned as he shoved his hand into my pants. My fly rasped opened, the zipper moving downward. I shuddered, his cheek hollowing as he suckled hard. My milk squirted into his thirsty sassing, sending shiver shooting down to my pussy. His fingers dipped into the sash of those risque panties. He slid through my bush.

Went lower.

I gasped as he cupped my Virgo the Virgin pussy. I felt his center finger sliding up and down my wet dent. I shuddered, this pleasure rippling through me. Everyone was watching as he fingered my virgin twat, sending such blue delight rippling through me.

My arms went around his pass, cradling the sexy Black guy to my round of drinks breasts. I closed my oculus, loving him breast feeding at my pap. He stroked me. His finger moved up and down, teasing my labia. His touch coaxed out my slight clit from its lens hood. I gasped as it burst with sparks from the first clip he touched me.

I gasped in delight, shuddering as he rubbed that petty bud for a mo. His digit danced along as he suckled. My milk squirted into his sass. He nursed with such thirstiness. I trembled, my juices soaking his digits.

"Yes, yes, drink it all down,"I panted."It 's so good for you. Ooh, tope my milk. It 'll make you even stronger."

He sucked with force. His lips engulfed more than and More of my areola. My milk fired into his mouth. Every time he nursed, pleasure jolted down to my kitty. My pussy clenched, drinking in the lightning while spark flared from my button. The two different wiz mixed and swirled inside of my cunt.

"Damn, those boob are puzzle,"groaned Tim.

"Yeah,"Will croaked.

"Wow, Abigail 's tits are full-grown than mine,"whimpered Courtney.

"Tell me about it,"said Janiqua, my Black friend."And are they getting bigger ? I think they 're becoming D-cups."

I shuddered and opened my eyes. I groaned in delight as I stared down. My tits were growing fuller. They were expanding as he nursed. It was a subtle change, but I could just see their enhanced increase. They were round and total, grueling. I could feel the shifting in my strength as I adjusted myself to the increased weight of my mammaries.

"I 'm growing big udder,"I groaned in delight."I am becoming a human being dairy cow !"

"Go Abigail !"cheered Courtney."You 're so favourable. I wish I had big, lactating titties."

"She 's got some lucullan tatas,"another guy groaned."darn, Anthony, you 're lucky."

I whimpered, my mammilla pounding. Susan Anthony 's finger slid up and down my pussy. I felt my orgasm building and building. Everyone was staring at me as he nursed from my growing udder. He sucked hard on my nipple, feasting on my milk.

I gasped as I ran dry. Luckily, I had two tits.

Anthony popped his mouth off my lead mammilla and darted over to the right field. He rubbed at my clit, sparks bursting through me. I whimpered, my right nipple surplus tender from waiting to be drained. It burst with pleasure as my milk squirted into his mouth. Anthony groaned as he swallowed that wonderful treat.

I stroked his bald-shaved head. I caressed him, loving the spirit of his thick lips wrapped around my mamilla. The sum of suction he created was incredible. My succus flowed out of me. I whimpered and groaned.

"Oh, yes,"I panted.

His thumb started rubbing at my clit while his finger's breadth massaged my labia. He ran up and down the folds of my twat, teasing me. It was unbelievable. So acute. I just knew I was going to blow up. I was going to have such an amazing orgasm.

I loved being a man dairy cow. I loved nursing sexy guy rope. Anthony suckled with such hunger. His left paw grabbed my right tit, squeezing. I felt my Milk squirting out of my nipple and into his oral fissure with such force.

I gasped, the pleasance swelling inside of me. I could n't take much more of this. His ovolo rubbed my button. His back talk nursed at my mamilla. His finger's breadth caressed my labia. They danced up and down my slit, brushing my virginal membrane. He stroked all my juicy bits.

"Susan Brownell Anthony !"I howled.

"Oh, yes, that 's incredible !"

I came.

My juices gushed out, bathing his deal. ripple of pleasure flowed through my body. He kept sucking. breast feeding. My pap throbbed and ached, sending more waves of rapture flooding through my trunk. The bliss poured over my judgement, drowning my thoughts.

It was incredible. Stars burst before my heart. My head tossed from side to slope, my disgraceful pilus dancing about my articulatio humeri. My left breast swayed, moving with a heavy weight. I gasped, Antony kneading my tit, milking me as he suckled.

My button throbbed and ached beneath his massaging thumb.

"Yes, yes, Marcus Antonius !"I moaned."Drain my milk ! Drain me dry !"

My boob were even braggy now. I had to have double D 's now. I now had boob as big as my mother. I groaned and gasped, the joy reaching that terrific pinnacle of Adam. I hit it as he suckled out the live on of my titty milk. I groaned, a final tingle racing through me. Then I was panting. Gasping. I shook my chief, dizzy from the pleasure.

"Oh, yes, you did ingest something for me, Anthony,"I moaned as his hand slid out of my panties.

He held up his fingers, soaked in my juice. I smelled a sweet scent ; my own foreplay. I shuddered as he popped his fingers into his mouth, sucking up my other cream.

My naughty cream.

I trembled as I shoved down my shirt over my with child perspirer puppies. My T-shirt was so tight. It rode up, showing off my bellybutton now. I groaned, my tits constrained, the fabric stretched over them. It was perfect. I loved it. I hoped they would get bigger.

J-cups, here I come !

Panting, I thrust up my blue jean. I headed to my seat, my large breasts jiggling and swaying with my every move. I sat down and smiled as I watched them spring at the bottom of my vision. These were everything I wanted. Maybe they would maturate bigger and I would get my J-cups. I struggled to focalize on the lesson, to arise my Education, but all I could recall about was milk.

Creamy, Edward D. White, Henry Sweet breast milk. I could feel the delight slowly filling my tits. I was generating more and more. My massive bag were getting prepare to nurse More boys. They needed it. They had to wassail my wonderful delight. So incredible. I would hand them all my creamy treats.

I could n't wait.

I kept my hands clasped tight together throughout the example. It was hard not to wiggle. I was getting hot and excited again, too. Getting fingered while nursing Susan Anthony was amazing. I would have to take a firm stand that all the son do affair to please me to get my milk.

I bit my blue lip, my t-shirt touch sensation tighter and tighter. When I looked down, I knew my tits were great. They were swelling and swelling, becoming those massive bag that I craved. Soon, they would be big enough to lactate permanently. Every boy or man would relish my milk as a good deal as they wanted.

Lactophiles would adore me.

I bit my lower lip in anticipation.

Soon class was over. I stood up quickly just so my nipple would bounce up and down. My jersey was riding up eminent and higher as they grew braggy and braggart. It was turning into a belly shirt. Soon, would it even be able-bodied to constrain my mamilla ?

Would I even need a shirt ?

I sauntered through the hallway, my hips swaying. My waistline was a picayune curvier, too. Little more womanly. I might be shortly, but no female child in my college had nipple bigger than me now. The boy swarmed around me. They were staring at my mamilla, looking for that first sign of wetness. They were eager for my milk to fully come back in. They wanted to nurse from me.

It was so incredible. I had such a Brobdingnagian grinning on my facial expression as I entered my next class. My mammilla bounced and jiggled, my nipples aching. Throbbing. They were filling up with all that scrumptious Milk River. All the joy for the boys to enjoy. Nursing them all would be unbelievable.

Nate glanced at me. He had these stocky air expanders in his lips, stretching out his lobes. His retentive hair was tied up in a man bun, and he had a goatee encircling his sassing. What would he feel like when he nursed on my nipple ?

His eyes flicked down to my boobs. He licked his lips."Got Milk for me ?"

"You just said the magic words,"I moaned. I thrust up my T-shirt, exposing my tits. They were definitely F-cups now. Large and soft, my nipples finally sized right field for them. Nate stared at my big tatas with hungriness as I threw my t-shirt to the flooring.

It was just in the way. v

I sauntered up to him, my tits jiggling. He turned in his seat, hungry. I gasped as he seized my right on chest and swallowed my nipple. His whiskers rubbed against my silky material body in my spiritualist ring of color. I whimpered at the rasping champion.

I shivered as he suckled.

My breast milk fired into his mouth. It splashed as he suckled and nursed with violence. My toes curled. My pussy clenched. Such a wicked and wanton Wave of delight shot through me. It was incredible. Just what I craved. What I needed. I groaned, biting my lower lip as the pleasance swelled and swelled inside of me.

I needed to be touched so bad.

My hips wiggled as he suckled, my milk squirting into his mouth. I whimpered and then gasped as Tim came up. He latched onto my other titty, leaning over to suckle with Nate. I groaned, holding both their heads to my tits.

They were both so hungry. They both suckled with such enthusiasm. I whimpered, my toes curling as both my pap throbbed. My Milk River squirted into their hungry mouths. I whimpered, staring down at my breasts.

I watched them grow. They went from F-cups to H-cups. I quivered, just two steps away from what I wanted to be. My breasts were heavy now. They were full of so a lot milk. The two male child were so thirsty, suckling on me. I shuddered, wiggling my coxa. My snatch was just on fire.

"Damn, you look like you need something, Abigail,"Ken said.

I looked behind me to see the blonde guy with his own goatee. He had a big, boylike smile on his brim."Why are you shaking that ass ?"

I nodded my head, whimpering."Being a human dairy cow is so hot. shuffle my puss so wet. Would you be so kind ... ? I promise to harbor you when they 're done. You just have to eat me out. I need to cum."

I could n't believe I was saying those Holy Scripture, but my panties tingled around me. I needed to be devoured. My Virgo pussy needed more than just fingers. Ken groaned, licking his brim and brushing those golden curls surrounding his sassing.

Then he fell to his knees behind me."I 'll make you cum hard, Abigail !"

"Yes,"I moaned.

I cradled both Nate and Tim to my titmouse as Ken yanked down my jeans. He ripped them off my hind end and down my second joint. They bunched around my ankles, my pussy clenching in prevision. Every suckle from the two lump nursing on me air pleasance shooting down to my pussy.

"Damn, you 're wearing the mighty sorting of panty, are n't you ?"said Ken."I ca n't expect to try your milk."

"I 'll have enough for everyone,"I moaned, knowing it to be true. I could feel it filling my breast faster than the two boys could nurse it out. My homo bag would just have enough creamy dainty for all the son. I quivered, trembling as Ken dragged down my pantie, exposing my ass and slit to everyone.

"tinker's damn, she might have the height of a picayune girl, but that tush is mature,"groaned Ken.

I whimpered as he kissed my keister, his rasping whisker feeling as nice as Nate 's goatee did on my areola and tit.

I shuddered as Ken kissed down the curve of my fanny and dipped between my second joint. He nuzzled into my pussy. I gasped, his tongue flicking across my Virgo the Virgin slit. He brushed my folds and caressed my hymen. I quivered, my mamilla throbbing and aching. Milk squirted from them as the two boys gulped it down with such hungriness.

I trembled, my orgasm edifice and building.

Ken squeezed my rump as he fluttered his tongue up and down my slit. Ken licked up my juice. I could feel them dripping out of me, another sweet and creamy delicacy for the boys to enjoy. He brushed my clit, sparks bursting from it just like walking on air zapped from my teat. I groaned, loving every moment of this. My toes curled in my place, my cunt clenching recondite inside.

I needed to be penetrated. I needed to be fucked.

"Oh, yes, yes, any boy that pleases me will get my Milk River,"I moaned, my blacken whisker trembling about my bare shoulder."Oh, Ken, you 're going to get so much Milk River. Just urinate me cum. Lick my pussy and make me explode."

"You 're going to submerge me in your pussycat cream, and then I 'm going to suckle all the milk out of your tit,"he growled.

I gasped as he sucked on my clit, nursing on that bud.

I had three boys suckling on me. Both my mammilla and my clit throbbed and ached. They all sent such superbly sparks of pleasure shooting through me. My nipple spurted their milk into the two boys'hungry sassing. They gulped it down, their strong hands kneading my growing tits.

They were up I-cups now. I was almost there.

I was coming closer and closer to my coming. Ken 's goatee rasped against my pussy lips through my bush. His natural language fluttered against my virgin folds, pressing on my hymen. He lapped up my sweet cream while the two other boys nursed on my angelical milk. They gulped it down with such hungriness. They were swelling my knocker larger and larger.

I just knew I would gain J-cups.

I would have those big pinhead just like I wanted. Delicious udder. They would be perfect. Just amazing. I whimpered, trembling as I hurtled towards that wonderful moment.

'' Oh, yes, yes !"I moaned, my pussy so hot. So wet."Ken ! make me cum and then you get to subscribe to Nate 's spot. Just hold on licking me. I need an orgasm. It 's so hot nursing you sexy boys."

"I ca n't waitress to stimulate you cum,"groaned Marcus Antonius. The tall, Black guy was grinning at me. I did n't know when he had arrived, but he stared at me with such hunger.

"You 'll get your hazard !"I moaned."You 'll all get your luck !"

Ken latched onto my clitoris again. He sucked hard, his goatee rubbing against my pussy backtalk. I shuddered, trembling. Both my mamilla throbbed while Tim sucked at the same prison term. My Milk squirted into their mouths, sending dual jerking of lightning zapping down to my cunt. My Virgo the Virgin twat became electrified. I gasped, the currents of bliss rushing through me.

I came.

My pussy convulsed and spasmed. I felt my juices gushing out of me. They flowed, spilling into Ken 's hungry mouthpiece. He licked and lapped up my afters cream while my breast milk continued to run into Nate 's and Tim 's hungry gob. I shuddered, the sparkle zapping through my mind.

champion danced before my eyes.

I shuddered, my total body convulsing. My hands grabbed my weighed down titty, squeezing out my milk into Nate 's and Tim 's suckling mouths. I whimpered, my brain shaking. It was so thoroughly. So wonderful.

"Make that HuCow slut cum !"Anthony shouted.

"Goddamn, I ca n't waitress to make our homo dairy cow explode !"the nerdy volition groaned.

"Yeah, make her cum, then you can tope her delicious, creamy milk. I ca n't wait to milk her udder !"

"Yes !"I moaned."Ken, it 's your turn. Nate, Nate, you have to make me cum now. You 've already had your treat."

Nate ripped his mouth off my mammilla. Some of my creamy milk had spilled down into his dark goatee. He grinned at me, nodding."I 'll swap, Ken."

Ken ripped his mouth from my pussy. His custody gave my ass a final power play then he rose."Her cunt is all yours."

I shuddered, Tim still suckling with such hunger on my other teat. He gulped down my milk as Ken moved around me.

I gasped at the sight of his blonde goatee soaked in my juices. My purulent cream had utterly drenched him. I could smell it, a sugared aroma, but different from the delicious cream that squirted from my mamilla. I groaned as he darted in and kissed me. I shuddered, tasting my cunt.

A zip fastener rasped behind me.

"Oh, Nate is going for that cunt,"Anthony cheered."Go for it, buster. Damn !"

"Booyah !"Nate shouted.

Just as Ken broke the buss with me, I felt something pressing into my snatch. It was n't a mouth. It was n't a finger. It was thick. Spongy. I gasped as it slid up my slit sass to my virginal membrane. I threw a look behind me to see Nate standing.

fruition hit me.

He was about to pop my cherry. He was about to really induce me cum, earning him the right to salute all my creamy breast milk. I shuddered, my consistency on fire.

"Yes, son have to have sex me to drink my bosom Milk River !"I moaned.

Every boy in the classroom cheered their excitement. It was a price they were all more than leave to pay to salute my milk.

Ken latched onto my pap, suckling operose. His jolty goatee rasped against my areola and soft tit. I shuddered, wiggling my hips and rubbing my hot kitty into the cock 's tip nudging me. I was so eager to lose my virginity. I hugged both Ken and Tim to my boob, loving as they suckled on my udders.

Nate thrust.

I groaned, my tit both bursting with Spark of pleasure as my hymen stretched and stretched. Pain flared, meeting the electrifying cloud nine flowing from my nipples. I trembled. Then my cherry tree popped. His cock slammed to the hilt in me. My eyes widened I was suddenly filled with a Brobdingnagian dick.

My first cock ever.

I gasped and moaned, swiveling my hips. I squeezed my slit around that astonish cock. Nate groaned, his hand squeezing my coxa. I was bent over to nurse both Ken and Tim, my ass thrust out behind me.

Nate drew back his hips and then plunged into me again. He slammed his tool hard into my twat. I gasped at the effect of his dick burying to the hilt in me. His genitalia smacked into my croup, making my butt-cheeks jiggle. My big bag rippled, moving as the two hungry boys nursed at them.

"Yes, yes, this is what I need !"I howled."This is how I need you boys to pay. This is how you 'll love me. Oh, yes, tope my milk by fucking me hard. Make me explode !"

"That 's how you treat a human being dairy farm cow !"panted Will.

"You have to fuck a HuCow hard !"growled Mark Anthony."You just pounding her cunt. And former places."

I shuddered, wanting to find those other places.

My nipples throbbed and ached with more loudness. Being filled with Nate 's putz made nursing my two male child even better. I hugged them to my big tits, loving as they swelled them towards being monolithic J-cups. I trembled, whimpering. Every drive of Nate 's putz and suckle of those hungry mouth brought me closer and closer to that marvelous orgasm.

My deflowered twat clenched down hard on the big hawkshaw thrusting into me. It slammed into my depths, arduous chunk smacking into my clit. electric discharge of pleasure joined the electrifying jolts zapping from my mammilla. Milk squirted again and again into those athirst son'mouths. I groaned, swaying. I was getting skinny and secretive to exploding.

It was so intense to be fucked. Nate 's cock reached so oceanic abyss in me. He plundered my pussy. He grunted and groaned, his hand squeezing my hips. I undulated them, stirring my juicy goof around his big pecker. The harder he thrust into my twat, the more of my Milk seemed to eject out of my nipples.

The more creamy goody I delivered to my hungry boys.

"Oh, yes, fuck me difficult. I want to share all my milk with you ! You 're going to get big and strong and turn such sexy men. Ooh, yes, fuck me, Nate. I need to cum."

He suddenly seized my Negro tomentum and yanked my head back. I gasped, loving his dominance. He fucked me hard. His powerful slash rammed to the hilt in my cunt. I trembled, my pussy clenching down on him. mavin volley before my eye. It was so intense. Just amazing. I whimpered, squeezing down hard on his dick. This terrific pleasure built and built and built inside of me.

Both boys suckled at the same metre just as Nate slammed into me.

It was what I needed. I exploded.

My kitty convulsed and writhed about Nate 's cock. He grunted, fucking into my spasming depth. Waves of hot passion flooded through my body. The upsurge of pleasure was electrified by the zapping pleasure shooting from my nipples. Both boys suckled as my orgasmic blissfulness swept through my mind. I screamed out in raptus, buckling hard.

"Fuck !"Nate grunted.

"Cum in me !"I howled."Flood me with all that germ. Yes ! I 'm a human dairy cow ! I need your cum flooding my pussy !"

Nate slammed into me and erupted. His hot jizz flooded into my deflowered twat. I groaned as he pumped that wonderful cream into me. I shuddered, the milk squirting from my mammilla into Ken 's and Tim 's athirst mouths. I whimpered, a undulation of pleasure sweeping through my trunk as my kitty-cat milked Nate 's erupting dick.

He groaned, squeezing my hips as he pumped more than and more of his hot spunk into me. I loved it. I was a naughty, human dairy cow who needed all the marvellous emollient to flood my eubstance I could cover. I whimpered, the joy melting my mind.

It was incredible.

"ass,"groaned Nate."You 're up, Tim. You got to make her cum to pay for that Sweet Milk you 've been drinking.

"Yes !"I gasped as Nate ripped his putz out of my pussy.

Tim popped his mouth off my nipple and groaned,"I want you to sit on my dick."He licked his lip, milk staining them."Sit on my dick and ride me. Then I can hold nursing you."

I nodded, groaning as he sat down on a chairwoman, shoving the desk away from him. He unzipped his blue jean and shove them down, lifting his stern up from the seat. His putz stretched out his tight honkie underclothes. The Fruit of the Loom came off next. There he was, his big dick unveiled. My cum-filled pussy clenched.

Ken kept suckling as I moved. He shoved the desk further out of the way so he could keep open suckling. I straddled Tim, lowering my pussy down to his cock. His sassing engulfed my nipple before I sank down on him. Once again, I would give two boys the creamy treat they loved. I shuddered, my pussy brushing his dick 's tip.

Then I was sliding down him. I impaled my bitch down his pecker. Tim groaned around my nipple. He suckled harder as my kitty engulfed his cock. I gasped, my cunt clenching down on him. My pussy was almost sucking on his dick as he nursed at my teat. It was incredible. I leaned back, my oral fissure opening widely.

I let out a wanton moan.

script seized my headway, turning me. I gasped to see the nerdy testament thrusting his putz at my back talk. Before I knew it, I was suckling on his tool. I nursed on him like the two boys nursed on my heavy teat. My pussy squeezed around Tim 's thick dick. I groaned, reveling in the spirit of his shaft. I slid up and down him, my twat clinging to him, the clash incredible.

I moaned around that dick in my mouth.

Will groaned, his hands gripping my head as he fucked his dick in and out of my backtalk. He had this wild look behind his crank. He grunted and panted, eager to earn the rightfulness to suckle from my udders. I cupped his testicle, massaging them as he plunged his cock over and over into my sassing. Drool ran down my chin as I suckled.

The sounds of nursing echoed around me. Ken, Tim, and I were all making those gamy strait. Both my nipples throbbed and ached in the boys'oral fissure, Ken 's goatee rasp against my areola. I shuddered, my puss clenching down around Tim 's dick.

My snatch gripped him. I held his howling rooster as I worked up and down his tool. The look of him in me drove me to just ride him. To just enjoy every inch of his pecker in me. I would cum on his peter. I would burst forth on that thick cock. I groaned, wiggling my hips.

Behind me, I heard someone gasp in storm delight. It was Courtney, moaning,"Oh, you 're so lucky, Abigail."

I did n't eff why I was lucky. Did she mean because I had my big, grueling mammilla ? I could just narrate they were J-cups now. After Nate had cum in me, after the boy at give suck my tit, they had swelled into such a marvellous, massive size of it.

I worked my pussy up and down Tim 's tool faster and faster as my excitation ballooned.

A cock pressed between my butt-cheeks. It was covered in something slippery. lubricating substance. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Susan Brownell Anthony. I shuddered as the Shirley Temple guy brought his cock to my SOB. My nineteen-year-old physical structure quivered. I was about to be sodomized. To be double-penetrated.

I would possess dicks in all of my holes. I would suckle and nurse at all three of the son'cock. I would delight them.

I sucked so grueling on Will 's dick as Anthony 's fatheaded cock pressed against my Virgo bastard. My sphincter muscle stretched and stretched and stretched. I shuddered, squirming on Tim 's shaft as that Black rooster popped into my prick. I groaned throaty pleasure, moaning around Will 's whoreson.

I shuddered, Susan B. Anthony 's thick dick plunging mysterious and deeper into my bowels. This wondrous heat met the silky delight in my pussy. The two dissimilar frictions merged and melted together, driving me towards another amazing orgasm. My nipples burst with galvanic delight, my Milk River squirting into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry mouths.

"volition and I will flood you with cum, HuCow jade,"growled Anthony as he bottoms out in my intestine."Goddamn, you 're fucking tight. You 're just a piffling dairy slut, are n't you ?"

I moaned a throaty,"Yes,"around Will 's dick.

Anthony chuckled as he drew back his pecker. My bowels clenched around his girth, the detrition intense."That 's what I thought. You cum so hard. I 'm going to take your whoreson with my ointment and then suck all that sweet-smelling, sweet milk out of your tits."

"Yes,"Will groaned, his cock plunging firmly and fast in and out of my oral fissure."That sounds hot ! Do that to her !"

It was incredible. I was pleasing all the boys I could.

My pelvic arch danced, stirring my cunt and asshole around Tim and Susan Brownell Anthony 's big dicks. They worked in and out of my holes. Two different, amazing frictions. The silky clash in my cunt and the velvety delight from my motherfucker. They swelled inside of me, forming a wonderful storm fed by the electrical energy shooting from my nipples.

More and more drool ran down my chin. I squeezed my optic shut, building and edifice towards that climax. I was so close. Antonius fucked me laborious, driving his cock deep into my asshole. His crotch smacked into me. His balls thudded into my flesh over and over. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering as this amazing bliss built inside of me. The storm grew.

I slammed down Tim 's prick. He groaned as his cum fired into my pussy.

My orgasm exploded through me.

The storm swept through my body. My motherfucker and twat writhed about the two dicks. Howling winds of cristal swept through me. Zapping thunderbolt of lightning electrified my mind. My teat squirted even Thomas More milk into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry sass. I gulped down my goody as I squealed around Will 's dick.

"Fuck, yes !"the nerd groaned. Then his salty emollient flooded my mouth.

I groaned as the jizz spilled through my back talk, swirling around my teeth. I gulped it down, my tongue massaging the bottom of his cock. More and to a greater extent of his boy-cream flooded my back talk. I savored every driblet. I reveled in this wonderful moment. It was incredible. Amazing. I never wanted to stop. I felt so dizzy as this delicious pleasure rippled through my body.

Marcus Antonius drove his peter deep into my dickhead."God fucking damn, HuCow loose woman are amazing !"

The bootleg guy fired his jizz into my cocksucker. Spurt after wonderful spurt of his cum flooded me. Boys cheered around me, all eager to smack my milk. To make out their dick in and out of my backtalk and pussy and asshole. To commit me their salty cum. I wanted it all.

I gulped down every drop cloth of Will 's jizz while my shit and puss milked Tim and Anthony dry.

Mark Anthony ripped his pecker out of my asshole. He seized me under my axillary fossa and hauled me off Tim 's cock. He pulled my huge udders away from the two male child'thirsty backtalk. I gasped, suddenly pressed onto a screen background.

Cum ran out of my kitty-cat and asshole as Anthony leaned over and latched onto my nipple topping my J-cup tit. Will took the former one, suckling hard as the next boy stepped up to fuck my pussy.

The boys used me. They fucked me over and over and over again. Each one gave me such a howling orgasm and spurt after spirt of their hot jizz. Then they got to suckle from my tits. They latched onto my J-cup breast and lactate Milk from my bag. It was wonderful. I groaned, savoring every mo that they were using me. It just felt so right.

I was their dairy human cow. My udders were liberal for any boy or man to use. All they had to do was give me their jizz and stimulate me cum.

It worked out good for all of us.

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The physical body chortled in delight at the event of its newest yoke of scanty. It had turned that flat-chested daughter into a suck slut.

It had a dissimilar estimate for its next distich. Not something so ultra. Something fun. Something that would be bluff. To drop it off would be a risk in of itself. It would have to speculation into a new fix. It would need all of its magic to go on from being discovered. It would be a stranger.

Trespassing. That was dangerous for its kind. If it were caught ...

But it would be worth it.

It stroked the pair of scanty, loving the design. They were all smutty, cut narrow in the strawman and tooshie, the waistband only strings. It had some delicacy lacing decorating the figurehead. Two words were printed in bright, gold letters on the back. dare letters.

TOP BITCH.

The bod smiled as it picked up the panties and marched to the mist.

To be continued in the next fib of Mind-Controlling Panties ...