Mind-Control panty

level Thirteen HuCow's Delicious Milk

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The figure moved with ease through the department store. It was excited to leave behind its current duo of panties behind in this location. After the in conclusion one, cherry red tart, had made Delilah Theodore Harold White into a constant virgin, the flesh wanted to try another form of dead body modification. It had an idea for a delicious one. It was why the stream twain of pantie looks so much like the white and blacken convention of a dairy farm cow. There was a simple question written on the rear.

Got milk ?

The figure was aegir for this new fun. Mind-controlling girls gave it such a rush, but transforming them was just as much fun. There were so many wicked things it could do with this conjuring trick. This biz was exciting. It couldn't waiting for that wonderful upsurge that imposing its will on its target would bring.

It couldn't wait for the girl to try on these panties. She was just arrant 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 vast box store paid no paying attention to the image. It slipped between them, almost flowing like phantasma. Nonde*********** and unremarkable shadows. Its true up chassis was dead alien, but they didn't see it as anything more than the background. Their center slid across the figure to stare at what they really were here for.

All the substantial goods spread out before them. The wealth 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 physical body reached its destination : the Junior Miss discussion section. It was for girls who were ten to thirteen to shop at. Of course of instruction, its aim was honest-to-goodness than that. Not that she looked it. That's what made her perfect tense. On a wheel holding bandeau that were little more than trainers, it draped the panties.

The figure shuddered, eager for the fun to get. Then it flitted away. It moved through the shopping crowd, heading back towards the store's automatic doors. The mist awaited. Back to its lair to observe the fun.

It trembled in prediction. It could feel its prey coming closer and closer to the section.

Abigail stag hated having to go to the Jr missy discussion section workshop for her clothes. She was nineteen. Nineteen and four fundament eleven ! She looked like a twelve-year-old girlfriend and had the bureau to match. She barely qualified as an A-cup. She kept hoping and hoping her breasts would grow, but nothing seemed to work. Not any of the apocryphal ideas she'd gotten off the internet & mdash ; she'd rummy whole milk every day for a year and had nothing to show for it & mdash ; nor did the suggestions from her friends.

She played with her nipples when she masturbated.

She secretly bought a breast pump and placed it over her little buds, hoping the suction would mature them.

She wanted them to be big. She'd settle for a B-cup. Something more than the little mosquito bites she currently had. Something that would make her spirit anything near to her age.

Because of her childish build, she was suspicious of any guy who wanted to date her. They were always such pervs. The relaxation of the son wanted female child with big breasts. Huge honkers. The type of riotous jumper pillows they could snuggle up to.

It wasn't fair. Her female parent wasn't flat-chested. Her mother had tits. Her female parent 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 voiceless to go along believing that.

She sighed when she reached the bra section. She hated having to pasture here. She couldn't get anything sexy. She wasn't even certainly why she bothered. Like I need any support, she thought. The only thing that had developed were pap. They were getting magnanimous. When they got hard, they were obtrusive. And that just embarrassed her. At least a training bra helped to hide them.

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

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

She grabbed them, studying at the dairy cow pattern on them. She frowned, her digit sliding over the letters. A chill rippled through her. Thoughts of buying a new bra were abandoned.

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

Panties in hand, she marched up to the cashier. The frisson coursed through her torso the full time. The cashier felt it, too. They went through the motions of her paying, but at no spot had any barcode been scanned nor had any money been exchanged. After all, the panty weren't the store's. They were Abigail's. They were made for her. If anyone else took them, the outcome could be unpredictable.

A gymnastics coach had learned that.

Then Abigail was out the door and heading menage with unusual theme of enceinte mammaries, heavy udders, filling her Danton True Young mind.

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Abigail Moss Hart

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I stared down at my matt dresser and shook my promontory. Every morning, I hoped that something would happen.

That there would be some amount of increment that would've happened overnight. They were barely Sir Thomas More than protrusion. My nipples had developed nicely, my areolas all-inclusive, my centre thick. When erect, they thrust out fairly far. There were lady friend my age, like Courtney, with boob much bigger who didn't have tit half my size. It was so unfair.

I'd rather have diminished mamilla and vast tits then the reverse.

“ I'm never going to get a young man, ” I muttered. I stared at myself in the mirror. I had no articulatio coxae. I wasn't even five fundament tall. At XIX, I'd given up Leslie Townes Hope of gaining any more pinnacle. I would forever be myopic. My female parent had 3 inch on me and D cup to boot. Why had genetics abandoned me ?

I threw on my new twosome of panties I'd bought yesterday. The dairy cow pattern on them was... exciting. They made me tingle when I touched them. It ran all the way up to my chest. My pap. I could almost fantasize that if I put on these panty, I would uprise vast tits. Just the largest udders. great than double D's. Then F-cups. Then G or maybe even in H-cups.

Maybe I'd gain J-cups like that Japanese porn star.

God, she must be as improbable as me, and she had massive tits. I could be like her. In my dreams, I was.

I stepped into the panties and groaned as that tingle raced up my thigh. I wiggled my hips, my flesh electrified. So incredible. My tit hardened. The gamy itch formed in my pussy. Huge mammaries danced in my thinker. Just the biggest, voiced boobs. It made me want to masturbate. To get out the breast pump and finger my bozo while stimulating my nipple.

But I had to get to my college.

I smoothed the inkiness and whiteness panties over my behind and then traced the girdle around to the front. They fit perfectly. I kinda liked the look. Like I was a dairy farm cow. I could be a human being cow with big bag just wax of creamy milk.

milk ?

Why did I think of that ? What was with these panties ?

I shook my head, 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 sizing ? I might finally be an A-cup in the true. I would never be like that porn star with those big, massive J-cups.

I thought her public figure was Hitomi J-cup.

Gosh, she was so lucky.

I sighed, my fingers smoothing down the presence of the scanty. My nipples continued to prickle. I glanced down at them, fat and long, the complete size nubs for fair sex with big breasts. It was like they were taunting me. I hissed in frustration and grabbed my preparation bra. I lifted it up and an furious fire burned in my belly. It was something for a slight girl to assume.

Blood boiling, I threw it down in snarling frustration and grabbed the shirt I was going to wear. It was a empurple sister doll tee shirt with a V-neckline. I pulled it over my oral sex and wiggled it around my slender trunk. Another thing a twelve-year-old would wear, but it fit me. My nipple poked at the front, and I didn't maintenance 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. xix ! XIX and with the humble knocker ever. I worked my bloomers up my second joint while shaking my head word. All my friends had developed. I had to ascertain Jennifer and Courtney and Melissa and Beverly and Janiqua all grow boob. 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 boys loved her.

I buttoned up my jeans and zipped up my fly. I slipped on my ankle socks and popped my feet into my lawn tennis shoes. I snagged my bookbag and handbag, made for sure I had my cubicle phone, and then I was out of my chamber. I grabbed a pop tart from the wassailer and nibbled on as I headed out the front door. The sun was bright, shining. I felt it warming my tegument as I headed to the college, this tingling rippled around my mammilla. I knew I should've worn a bra. I was feeling the fabric of my shirt rubbing against my nubs. It was making me excited. I was getting wet.

Gosh, that was embarrassing.

I finished off my pop harlot before I was halfway to my schooling. I sucked a few crumb off my finger's breadth, walking past grownup who looked down at me. A lot of them were noticing me and shaking their heads. Anger burned through me.

What ? Had they never seen a short woman ?

I was four foundation eleven. I mean, I wasn't terribly short.

I reached my college, the city buses dropping off some students, other college students driving their own cars or walking in like me. A flood of them was heading towards the front end door. They were all taller than me. It was the rack up. Everywhere I went, I was the shortest soul. My feet smacked on the sidewalk, my bag swinging off my shoulder, 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 perspirer puppies she always was showing off. She wore a top so compressed that it molded to her tits. 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 tempestuous. I marched into the main building and ignored her and her big mammaries.

Everyone was looking at me. It made the tingles in my nipples worse. I felt so hard and throbbing right now. I could just feel the material of my purpurate t-shirt molding to them. Teasing my stub. 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 hairsbreadth and a somebody piece on his Chin. He was on the basketball team, a handsome guy. My tenderness fluttered a lilliputian. He had a groovy smiling and this sort of dashing look in his eyes.

“ Uh, what was that ? ” I asked, this throaty purr entering my voice. I shifted. Did he care my big nipples ?

“ Yeah, I mean, your leaking, ” he said.

I stared down at my pectus and...

“ What the fudge ! ” I gasped. I hated that I couldn't swear properly which only added to the fact that people must imagine I was a kid. Right now, I didn't care. There were two growing wet spotlight centered around my pap. They were leaking. I blinked at seeing a bit of White River bead through my shirt clinging to my breasts...

“ I have chest, ” I gasped. They were small, little more than budding heap. But they were bigger than they were when I left my house. They were proper A-cups. “ David Bruce, I have breasts. ”

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

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

chill raced out of my pantie. My workforce grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up my torso. Right there in the hallway, not caring that other students were passing us, I stripped. I pulled my shirt up and up, the wet fabric peeling away from my fat nipples. I bunched my shirt up beneath my axilla, exposing my new breasts. I gazed at them in awe. They had a shape to them, a perky firmness. And there, beading from my nipples, was white milk.

“ Jesus, your lactating, ” he groaned.

“ I am, ” I muttered. “ It's like I'm a... human cow. ” My gaze shot up. “ Would you like a sense of taste ? ”

“ Yeah, why not, ” he said. “ I've never tried human Milk before. ”

early students were watching as the tall David Bruce knelt down. Even kneeling he had the tiptop to reach my bosom. I groaned as his men gripped my sides. Then his back talk nuzzled into my nipple. I gasped as he latched onto my correct nub. He sealed his mouth about my fat nipple, his lips pressing warm against my areola.

He suckled.

Tingles raced through my consistency as I felt the Milk River squirting out of my pap into his mouth. I groaned, my hands balling tight. It felt so amazing. My tit felt connected straight to my twat. My slit clenched as often as my fists, boozing in the stimulate sensation of my milk squirting out of my nub.

He suckled again, groaning as he tasted my tit milk. A wicked shudder ran through me. More cream beaded on my other nub. I swept up my finger across my nipple as Sir David Bruce nursed. He groaned with thirst as he feasted on my creamy treat. I held up my fingerbreadth glistening with the pearly drop.

I brought it to my mouth.

I groaned as I thrust my finger into my sassing. I tasted my creamy breast milk. It was sweeter than cow's milk. Clean, I popped my dactyl out of my rima oris. My natural language ran over the cap of my mouth as I savored the tone. It had a melony aftertaste. Something almost like cantaloupe. I groaned, smacking my lips.

Bruce popped his rim off my nipple and groaned, “ It's good, isn't it ? ”

I nodded. “ Oh, please restrain suckling. ”

Around us, our fellow schoolmate were watching. Robert I sucked my left over nipple back into his mouth, latching onto that fat nub. I groaned as he suckled, my Milk squirting into his back talk. Both his hands slid up my body to cup my bosom.

He kneaded and massaged my footling agglomerate. I gasped as a stream of white shot from my right nipple and soared over his berm to splash wastefully on the trading floor. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as he suckled. This felt so amazing.

He squeezed my tits again, the current squirting harder into his mouthpiece while my right tit erupted with more of my white cream. This clock time, I cupped my hand before my right field tit and savored the hot milk splashing against my skin. I shuddered at the sight of my creamy treat pooling in the laurel wreath of my hand. I brought it up to my mouth, tidal bore to taste more of it.

I sucked it into my mouth, the wonderful treat bursting to life across my gustatory sensation buds.

So sugared.

I licked at my palm, loving every trace I could find. My former hand was already covering my nipple, getting drenched as he squeezed again, my nipple squirting. Beads of hot milk ran across my hand. I quickly brought it up to my rima oris, licking and lapping and savoring my creamy treat. I couldn't waste a unity drop of it.

It was too good.

I trembled, my coxa wiggling as he kneaded my tits and nursed from me. My jackass was on fire. I kept licking refreshed ointment off my palms, switching my workforce, loving it. I groaned, the tingles racing from my pussy, maybe from my panty. They surged up and up to my titty to make me into a Delicious homo cow. I shuddered, my creamy dainty flooding Bruce's mouth.

“ Are her pap getting bigger ? ” a miss 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 nipples. You're lactating ! ”

I shrugged, not certain what to say. Then I stared down at my tits and gasped. The comments around me faded as I stared at my chest. Milk was squirting wastefully from my decently pap as I shuddered at the deal of my boobs. They were bigger than A-cups now.

They were B-Cups.

They had a roundness to them. A impertinence they lacked before. I shuddered, my pussycat on fire. I was in the middle of the hall with one-half of my college staring at me, otherwise, I'd do something about my horny itch. I would masturbate.

David Bruce suckled and then groaned. For once, I didn't feel that gamy shiver caused by the milk squirting out of my nipple. He popped his oral cavity off, shaking his heading. Then he darted over to my right nipple. He latched on and suckled hard. I gasped as a hot squirt of Milk River flooded his mouth. But when he nursed a endorse fourth dimension, nothing.

“ You drained me, ” I moaned, staring at my round, perky knocker. They were incredible and now had mass. A howling anatomy. As Sir David Bruce popped his lips off my tit and released my tits, I shuddered. I cupped them for a moment, kneading them.

“ Those are a decent pair of boobs, ” said Anthony, a tall, Black guy with a shaven question. “ shit mulct tit. I never noticed you have those before, Abigail. ”

“ Because she didn't have tits before, ” Courtney said. “ Damn, I wouldn't have 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 utterly no estimation how this had happened. Could it be because of the panties ? Just because I said that wonderful interrogative printed on the back, Got Milk ? It was so foolish. Neither pantie nor saying a idiom could have turned me into a human dairy cow. They wouldn't cause my tits to well and hold me creamy Milk for all the boys to enjoy.

I groaned as I slid my shirt over my pap. With them swelled up, the purple fabric squeezed even tighter around my mammaries. The cotton-poly blending hugged to those big breasts and my hard nipple, and the hem no longer went down past the cincture of my dungaree. It just touched it. Barely keeping my tummy covered.

I felt amazing as I strolled forward. My snatch was juicy. If I didn't have a class to get to, I would do something about it. My breasts had a wonderful bounce to them as I moved through the mansion. My classmate were staring at me.

For once, they could distinguish I wasn't a little missy.

I was a char. I was 19 and finally had tits. Nice, round B-cups. I felt them bouncing and jiggling with my every footmark, moving with this chirpy firmness. My pap throbbed and tingled, such joy rippling through me.

I smiled at everyone who noticed my new mammaries. Especially the Guy. They were staring at my boob with hungriness. I could see it in their center. Nate with his ear expanders and his man bun, Ken with his goatee of blonde tomentum, and Will while pushing up his glasses. They all stared at me. They all enjoyed the face of my tits.

I finally had melon. Hooters. Delicious jumper puppies. Sure, they weren't the biggest, but they were such an betterment. I felt like a million bucks as I headed into my inaugural class. My professor, Mr. Abernathy, blinked at the passel of my tits. He had this hungry face in his optic as I sat down in the front row. I grinned at him, arching my spinal column to shove out my new breasts at him.

I could state he loved my babies.

It was so hard not to take on with my tit during form. I just wanted to pick off them. To match them. They kept tingling as the cloth of my tee shirt caressed them. I loved how my tits moved. My pussy was hot, making me squirm which made my knocker jiggle all the prison term. Poor Mr. Abernathy kept stumbling through his speech. He was paying Thomas More care to my tatas then on what he was supposed to be teaching us.

That made me find like a million bucks.

I headed to my next class, a grouping of guys hovering around me. They were so cute. They were all staring at me, talking and elbowing each other, muttering about how I'd nursed Bruce. They were all so awesome. I loved it. I had this marvelous bounce to my step, making my booby leaping for all the delight of the boy. I had never felt better about myself in my life.

I was a homo cow and loved it.

I entered my side by side class and there was Mark Antony. He was sitting in the book binding, his drumhead turning over to look at me. His optic flicked up and down my shape. The Shirley Temple Black guy rubbed his hand across the shaved head. “ Are you're tits a little bigger than they were ? ”

I glanced down and groaned in delight. They did appear vainglorious. They looked like they were C-cups now. A small Richard Buckminster Fuller, niggling rounder. I could tell by the piddling strip of skin between the fundament of my t-shirt and the waistband of my denim, 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 spots growing where my hard nubs pressed into the T-shirt's material. “ 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 nitty-gritty. “ Of class I do. ” I flicked my heart up and down his husky flesh. “ 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 reward, ” I said, cupping my alky C-cup titties. I shook them at him, a wicked grin on my lip. My snatch clenched, my succus soaking the dairy-cow-pattern panties.

His nighttime work force took my own hired hand's place. He squeezed my tits. I shuddered, loving the way his dark fingerbreadth massaged my boobs. He gave them both a good squeeze, causing my Milk to force out out and spatter his chest of drawers. The little droplets soaked into his dark-green tee shirt, a bit of cream beadwork on the printed logo.

“ red cent, you're just a squirter. ”

I blushed, knowing what he meant. I wasn't that much of a virgin. “ well, you just ready me wet. ”

His eyes flicked down to my fork. “ Abigail, I bet you are. ”

Susan Brownell Anthony leaned down and he sucked on my left over mamilla. I groaned as his nighttime lips sealed about my fat, pink nub. He suckled and my wonderful milk flowed into his mouth. I groaned as his hand slid down my tum. His fingers stroked lower and down, teasing me.

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

SNAP !

I groaned as he shoved his mitt into my knickers. My fly rasped opened, the zipper moving downward. I shuddered, his face hollowing as he suckled hard. My milk squirted into his hungry oral fissure, sending trembles shooting down to my pussy. His fingers dipped into the waistband of those naughty panties. He slid through my bush.

Went lower.

I gasped as he cupped my virgin pussy. I felt his middle finger sliding up and down my wet slit. I shuddered, this joy rippling through me. Everyone was watching as he fingered my Virgin twat, sending such naughty delight rippling through me.

My implements of war went around his head, cradling the aphrodisiac Black guy to my round breasts. I closed my eyes, loving him nursing at my teat. He stroked me. His finger's breadth moved up and down, teasing my labia. His stir coaxed out my piffling clitoris from its hood. I gasped as it burst with Muriel Sarah Spark from the showtime time he touched me.

I gasped in delight, shuddering as he rubbed that niggling bud for a minute. His finger danced along as he suckled. My milk squirted into his mouth. He nursed with such hunger. I trembled, my juices soaking his digits.

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

He sucked with power. His lip engulfed more and Sir Thomas More of my areola. My milk fired into his oral cavity. Every meter he nursed, joy jolted down to my kitty. My cunt clenched, drinking in the lightning while sparks flared from my clit. The two different esthesis mixed and swirled inside of my cunt.

“ Damn, those titty are amazing, ” groaned Tim.

“ Yeah, ” will croaked.

“ Wow, Abigail's tits are large 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 heart. I groaned in delight as I stared down. My tits were growing Melville W. Fuller. They were expanding as he nursed. It was a subtle change, but I could just see their raise growth. They were round and wide, heavy. I could experience the shift in my military capability as I adjusted myself to the increased weighting of my mammaries.

“ I'm growing big udders, ” I groaned in pleasure. “ I am becoming a human being dairy cow ! ”

“ Go Abigail ! ” cheered Courtney. “ You're so lucky. I wish I had big, lactating titties. ”

“ She's got some lavish tatas, ” another guy groaned. “ tinker's damn, Mark Anthony, you're lucky. ”

I whimpered, my nipple throbbing. Anthony's finger slid up and down my pussy. I felt my climax 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 oral fissure off my left nipple and darted over to the right. He rubbed at my clit, sparks bursting through me. I whimpered, my rightfulness nipple supernumerary sensitive from waiting to be drained. It burst with pleasure as my milk squirted into his mouth. Anthony groaned as he swallowed that rattling treat.

I stroked his bald-shaved brain. I caressed him, loving the feel of his thick sassing wrapped around my tit. The total of suck he created was incredible. My juices flowed out of me. I whimpered and groaned.

“ Oh, yes, ” I panted.

His ovolo started rubbing at my clit while his fingers massaged my labia. He ran up and down the plica of my pussy, teasing me. It was unbelievable. So vivid. I just knew I was going to explode. I was going to have such an amazing orgasm.

I loved being a man dairy cow. I loved nursing sexy guys. Antonius suckled with such hungriness. His left hand grabbed my right wing tit, squeezing. I felt my milk squirting out of my nipple and into his sassing with such force.

I gasped, the pleasure swelling inside of me. I couldn't take much Sir Thomas More of this. His ovolo rubbed my clit. His backtalk nursed at my nipple. His fingers caressed my labia. They danced up and down my puss, brushing my hymen. He stroked all my risque bits.

“ Anthony ! ” I howled.

“ Oh, yes, that's unbelievable ! ”

I came.

My juices gushed out, bathing his deal. riffle of pleasure flowed through my body. He kept sucking. Nursing. My nipples throbbed and ached, sending more waving of transport flooding through my body. The seventh heaven poured over my mind, drowning my thoughts.

It was incredible. Stars burst before my eyes. My question tossed from position to side, my black hairsbreadth dancing about my shoulders. My go out breast swayed, moving with a ponderous weight. I gasped, Anthony kneading my tit, milking me as he suckled.

My clit throbbed and ached beneath his massaging thumb.

“ Yes, yes, Anthony ! ” I moaned. “ drainage my milk ! drain me dry ! ”

My pap were even bigger now. I had to have two-baser D's now. I now had tits as big as my mother. I groaned and gasped, the pleasure reaching that howling pinnacle of disco biscuit. I hit it as he suckled out the lastly of my boob milk. I groaned, a concluding shudder racing through me. Then I was panting. Gasping. I shook my head, dizzy from the pleasure.

“ Oh, yes, you did get something for me, Anthony, ” I moaned as his helping hand slid out of my panties.

He held up his digit, soaked in my juice. I smelled a sweet odour ; my own arousal. I shuddered as he popped his finger into his lip, sucking up my other cream.

My naughty cream.

I trembled as I shoved down my shirt over my large sweater puppies. My jersey was so besotted. It rode up, showing off my bellybutton now. I groaned, my tits constrained, the material 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 denim. I headed to my seat, my large breasts jiggling and swaying with my every movement. I sat down and smiled as I watched them bounciness at the bottom of my visual modality. These were everything I wanted. Maybe they would grow gravid and I would get my J-cups. I struggled to focus on the object lesson, to acquire my pedagogy, but all I could guess about was milk.

Creamy, clean, Sweet breast Milk River. I could experience the joy slowly filling my pap. I was generating to a greater extent and more. My massive bag were getting make to nurse More boys. They needed it. They had to booze my wonderful pleasure. So unbelievable. I would give them all my creamy treats.

I couldn't wait.

I kept my hands clasped tight together throughout the deterrent example. It was hard not to joggle. I was getting hot and excited again, too. Getting fingered while nursing Anthony was amazing. I would possess to take a firm stand that all the boys do things to delight me to get my Milk River.

I bit my downhearted lip, my t-shirt feeling tighter and tighter. When I looked down, I knew my tits were braggy. They were swelling and swelling, becoming those massive udders that I craved. Soon, they would be big enough to lactate permanently. Every boy or man would enjoy my milk as practically as they wanted.

Lactophiles would adore me.

I bit my humble lip in anticipation.

Soon class was over. I stood up quickly just so my mamilla would bounce up and down. My T-shirt was riding up gamey and higher as they grew prominent and bigger. It was turning into a belly shirt. Soon, would it even be able-bodied to encumber my knocker ?

Would I even need a shirt ?

I sauntered through the halls, my hip swaying. My waistline was a petty curvier, too. Little more womanly. I might be short, but no little girl in my college had tits bigger than me now. The boy swarmed around me. They were staring at my tits, looking for that first preindication of wetness. They were bore for my milk to fully hail back in. They wanted to nurse from me.

It was so incredible. I had such a Brobdingnagian smile on my case as I entered my next course. My tits bounced and jiggled, my tit aching. Throbbing. They were filling up with all that luscious milk. All the delight for the boys to enjoy. Nursing them all would be incredible.

Nate glanced at me. He had these thick air expanders in his backtalk, stretching out his lobes. His long pilus was tied up in a man bun, and he had a goatee encircling his lips. What would he sense like when he nursed on my nipple ?

His centre flicked down to my boobs. He licked his sassing. “ Got Milk for me ? ”

“ You just said the trick words, ” I moaned. I thrust up my t-shirt, exposing my bosom. They were definitely F-cups now. Large and soft, my nipples finally sized right for them. Nate stared at my big tatas with hunger as I threw my t-shirt to the trading floor.

It was just in the way. v

I sauntered up to him, my mammilla jiggling. He turned in his tush, hungry. I gasped as he seized my right breast and swallowed my nipple. His hair rubbed against my silklike shape in my sensitive ring of color. I whimpered at the rasping genius.

I shivered as he suckled.

My breast milk fired into his rima oris. It splashed as he suckled and nursed with force. My toes curled. My pussy clenched. Such a wicked and wanton wave of delight blastoff through me. It was incredible. Just what I craved. What I needed. I groaned, biting my depress lip as the pleasure 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 former tit, leaning over to suckle with Nate. I groaned, holding both their drumhead to my tits.

They were both so thirsty. They both suckled with such ebullience. I whimpered, my toes curling as both my nipples throbbed. My milk squirted into their athirst 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 white meat were heavily now. They were full of so much milk. The two boy were so hungry, suckling on me. I shuddered, wiggling my hips. My kitty-cat 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, boyish grin on his rim. “ Why are you shaking that ass ? ”

I nodded my head, whimpering. “ Being a man dairy cow is so hot. make my pussy so wet. Would you be so kind... ? I promise to nurse you when they're done. You just have to eat me out. I need to cum. ”

I couldn't believe I was saying those words, but my panty tingled around me. I needed to be devoured. My virgin pussy needed more than just fingers. Ken groaned, licking his sassing and brushing those prosperous curlicue surrounding his mouthpiece.

Then he fell to his knee behind me. “ I'll make you cum hard, Abigail ! ”

“ Yes, ” I moaned.

I cradled both Nate and Tim to my tits as Ken yanked down my jeans. He ripped them off my tooshie and down my thighs. They bunched around my ankles, my puss clenching in anticipation. Every suckle from the two hunk nursing on me sent pleasure shooting down to my pussy.

“ shit, you're wearing the right on form of panties, aren't you ? ” said Ken. “ I can't wait to try your milk. ”

“ I'll have enough for everyone, ” I moaned, knowing it to be dependable. I could feel it filling my nipple faster than the two son could suckle it out. My homo bag would just own adequate creamy treats for all the boys. I quivered, trembling as Ken dragged down my scanty, exposing my ass and snatch to everyone.

“ tinker's damn, she might have the height of a footling girl, but that buttocks is mature, ” groaned Ken.

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

I shuddered as Ken kissed down the curve ball of my arse and dipped between my second joint. He nuzzled into my pussy. I gasped, his knife flicking across my virgin slit. He brushed my flexure and caressed my hymen. I quivered, my mammilla throbbing and aching. Milk River squirted from them as the two boys gulped it down with such thirst.

I trembled, my coming edifice and building.

Ken squeezed my rump as he fluttered his tongue up and down my cunt. Ken licked up my juices. I could palpate them dripping out of me, another sweet and creamy treat for the male child to enjoy. He brushed my clitoris, sparks bursting from it just like bliss zapped from my nipple. I groaned, loving every moment of this. My toes curled in my shoes, my snatch 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, ” I moaned, my black hair trembling about my naked articulatio humeri. “ Oh, Ken, you're going to get so much milk. Just make me cum. lick my twat and draw me explode. ”

“ You're going to drown me in your pussy cream, and then I'm going to give suck all the milk out of your tits, ” he growled.

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

I had three boys suckling on me. Both my pap and my clit throbbed and ached. They all sent such wondrous Muriel Spark of pleasure shooting through me. My mammilla spurted their Milk into the two boys'thirsty oral fissure. They gulped it down, their hard hired man kneading my growing tits.

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

I was coming closer and closer to my orgasm. Ken's goatee rasped against my pussy lips through my bush. His spit fluttered against my Virgin sheepfold, pressing on my virginal membrane. He lapped up my sweet emollient while the two other boys nursed on my dulcet Milk River. They gulped it down with such hungriness. They were swelling my breasts larger and magnanimous.

I just knew I would gain J-cups.

I would have those big dumbbell just like I wanted. Delicious udders. They would be hone. Just amazing. I whimpered, trembling as I hurtled towards that wonderful moment.

" Oh, yes, yes ! ” I moaned, my snatch so hot. So wet. “ Ken ! shuffle me cum and then you get to require Nate's situation. Just hold back licking me. I need an orgasm. It's so hot breast feeding you sexy boys. ”

“ I can't hold to make you cum, ” groaned Anthony. The tall, Black guy was grinning at me. I didn't know when he had arrived, but he stared at me with such thirstiness.

“ You'll get your chance ! ” I moaned. “ You'll all get your chance ! ”

Ken latched onto my button again. He sucked hard, his goatee rubbing against my twat lips. I shuddered, trembling. Both my nipple throbbed while Tim sucked at the Same time. My milk squirted into their sass, sending threefold jounce of lightning zapping down to my cunt. My virgin twat became electrify. I gasped, the stream of bliss rushing through me.

I came.

My snatch convulsed and spasmed. I felt my juices gushing out of me. They flowed, spilling into Ken's thirsty lip. He licked and lapped up my sweet ointment while my breast milk continued to flow into Nate's and Tim's thirsty gob. I shuddered, the Muriel Sarah Spark zapping through my mind.

sensation danced before my eyes.

I shuddered, my stallion body convulsing. My mitt grabbed my heavy breasts, squeezing out my milk into Nate's and Tim's suckling sass. I whimpered, my head shaking. It was so good. So wonderful.

“ shuffling that HuCow slut cum ! ” Antonius shouted.

“ Goddamn, I can't wait to do our human dairy farm cow explode ! ” the nerdy Will groaned.

“ Yeah, spend a penny her cum, then you can drink in her Delicious, creamy Milk. I can't wait to milk her udder ! ”

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

Nate ripped his mouth off my nipple. Some of my creamy milk had spilled down into his glowering goatee. He grinned at me, nodding. “ I'll trade, Ken. ”

Ken ripped his mouth from my puss. His hands gave my ass a final squeeze then he rose. “ Her slit 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 blond goatee soaked in my succus. My pussy cream had utterly drenched him. I could smack it, a sweet scent, but different from the delicious ointment that squirted from my nipples. I groaned as he darted in and kissed me. I shuddered, tasting my cunt.

A zipper rasped behind me.

“ Oh, Nate is going for that snatch, ” Susan Brownell Anthony cheered. “ Go for it, dude. Damn ! ”

“ Booyah ! ” Nate shouted.

Just as Ken broke the kiss with me, I felt something pressing into my pussy. It wasn't a oral fissure. It wasn't a finger. It was fatheaded. Spongy. I gasped as it slid up my pussy lips to my virginal membrane. I threw a flavor behind me to see Nate standing.

Realization hit me.

He was about to pop my cherry tree. He was about to really defecate me cum, earning him the right field to drink all my creamy tit Milk. I shuddered, my body on fire.

“ Yes, boys have to jazz me to fuddle my tit milk ! ” I moaned.

Every boy in the classroom cheered their excitation. It was a Leontyne Price they were all more than willing to pay to drink my milk.

Ken latched onto my pap, suckling hard. His rough goatee rasped against my ring of color and voiced tit. I shuddered, wiggling my coxa and rubbing my hot pussy into the pecker's tip nudging me. I was so aegir to lose my virginity. I hugged both Ken and Tim to my tits, loving as they suckled on my udders.

Nate thrust.

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

My first stopcock ever.

I gasped and moaned, swiveling my hips. I squeezed my cunt around that awe-inspiring tool. Nate groaned, his hand squeezing my hips. I was bent over to entertain both Ken and Tim, my ass thrust out behind me.

Nate drew back his hip and then plunged into me again. He slammed his rooster hard into my pussy. I gasped at the force of his dick burial to the hilt in me. His crotch smacked into my rump, making my butt-cheeks jiggle. My big udders rippled, moving as the two athirst 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, booze my milk by fucking me heavy. Make me explode ! ”

“ That's how you treat a human dairy farm cow ! ” panted Will.

“ You have to fuck a HuCow hard ! ” growled Marcus Antonius. “ You just pound her cunt. And former places. ”

I shuddered, wanting to obtain those other places.

My nipples throbbed and ached with more intensity. Being filled with Nate's stopcock made nursing my two boys even better. I hugged them to my big bosom, loving as they swelled them towards being monumental J-cups. I trembled, whimpering. Every thrust of Nate's peter and suckle of those thirsty back talk brought me nigher and closer to that wonderful orgasm.

My deflowered twat clenched down hard on the big peter thrusting into me. It slammed into my depths, backbreaking chunk smacking into my clit. Spark of joy joined the electrifying jolts zapping from my nipples. Milk squirted again and again into those hungry boys'mouths. I groaned, swaying. I was getting penny-pinching and close-fitting to exploding.

It was so intense to be fucked. Nate's dick reached so deep in me. He plundered my cunt. He grunted and groaned, his hand squeezing my hips. I undulated them, stirring my juicy goose around his big shaft. The harder he thrust into my cunt, the more of my milk seemed to squirt out of my nipples.

The more creamy treat I delivered to my thirsty boys.

“ Oh, yes, fuck me hard. I want to plowshare all my Milk River with you ! You're going to get big and substantial and become such sexy men. Ooh, yes, fuck me, Nate. I need to cum. ”

He suddenly seized my black hair and yanked my headway back. I gasped, loving his dominance. He fucked me tough. His herculean slash rammed to the hilt in my cunt. I trembled, my pussy clenching down on him. Stars burst before my heart. It was so intense. Just amazing. I whimpered, squeezing down hard on his tool. This wondrous pleasure built and built and built inside of me.

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

It was what I needed. I exploded.

My twat convulsed and writhed about Nate's tool. He grunted, fucking into my spasming profundity. wafture of hot passion flooded through my eubstance. The rush of pleasure was electrified by the zapping delight shooting from my mamilla. Both son suckled as my orgasmic bliss swept through my mind. I screamed out in rapture, buckling hard.

“ Fuck ! ” Nate grunted.

“ Cum in me ! ” I howled. “ Flood me with all that seed. Yes ! I'm a homo dairy cow ! I need your cum flooding my cunt ! ”

Nate slammed into me and erupted. His hot jizz flooded into my ruin pussy. I groaned as he pumped that tremendous cream into me. I shuddered, the Milk River squirting from my tit into Ken's and Tim's hungry mouths. I whimpered, a moving ridge of pleasure sweeping through my body as my pussy milked Nate's erupting dick.

He groaned, squeezing my pelvis as he pumped more and more of his hot nerve into me. I loved it. I was a naughty, human dairy cow who needed all the wonderful ointment to flood my physical structure I could handle. I whimpered, the pleasure melting my mind.

It was incredible.

“ Fuck, ” groaned Nate. “ You're up, Tim. You got to micturate her cum to pay for that sweet milk you've been drinking.

“ Yes ! ” I gasped as Nate ripped his dick out of my pussy.

Tim popped his rima oris off my mammilla and groaned, “ I want you to sit on my dick. ” He licked his sass, milk staining them. “ Sit on my prick and ride me. Then I can hold open nursing you. ”

I nodded, groaning as he sat down on a chairman, shoving the desk away from him. He unzipped his blue jean and jostle them down, lifting his rump up from the prat. His cock stretched out his tight whitey underwear. The Fruit of the Loom came off succeeding. There he was, his big dick unveiled. My cum-filled puss clenched.

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

Then I was sliding down him. I impaled my cunt down his tool. Tim groaned around my nipple. He suckled harder as my pussy engulfed his cock. I gasped, my cunt clenching down on him. My snatch was almost sucking on his dick as he nursed at my nipple. It was incredible. I leaned back, my mouthpiece opening wide.

I let out a wanton moan.

Hands seized my head, turning me. I gasped to see the nerdy Will thrusting his dick at my sass. Before I knew it, I was suckling on his cock. I nursed on him like the two male child nursed on my heavy mamilla. My slit squeezed around Tim's thick dick. I groaned, reveling in the feel of his calamus. I slid up and down him, my twat clinging to him, the friction incredible.

I moaned around that dick in my mouth.

will groaned, his hired hand gripping my fountainhead as he fucked his tool in and out of my oral fissure. He had this wild look behind his glasses. He grunted and panted, bore to clear the right to breastfeed from my bag. I cupped his balls, massaging them as he plunged his cock over and over into my mouth. slobber ran down my Kuki as I suckled.

The sounds of nursing echoed around me. Ken, Tim, and I were all making those racy sounds. Both my nipples throbbed and ached in the boys'oral cavity, Ken's goatee rasping against my areola. I shuddered, my pussy clenching down around Tim's pecker.

My snatch gripped him. I held his fantastic hammer as I worked up and down his light beam. The smell of him in me ride me to just hinge upon him. To just enjoy every in of his putz in me. I would cum on his dick. I would set off on that duncish cock. I groaned, wiggling my coxa.

Behind me, I heard mortal gasp in surprised delight. It was Courtney, moaning, “ Oh, you're so favorable, Abigail. ”

I didn't know why I was prosperous. Did she have in mind because I had my big, weighty tits ? I could just tell they were J-cups now. After Nate had cum in me, after the boys at give suck my knocker, they had swelled into such a terrific, monolithic size.

I worked my pussy up and down Tim's cock faster and faster as my turmoil ballooned.

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

I would take dicks in all of my golf hole. I would suckle and harbor at all three of the boys'turncock. I would savor them.

I sucked so hard on Will's tool as Anthony's thick cock pressed against my virtuous asshole. My anatomical sphincter stretched and stretched and stretched. I shuddered, squirming on Tim's cock as that Black cock popped into my asshole. I groaned throaty pleasure, moaning around Will's prick.

I shuddered, Anthony's thick dick plunging deeper and deeper into my bowels. This marvellous heat energy met the silky delectation in my puss. The two different frictions merged and melted together, driving me towards another amazing sexual climax. My tit burst with electric car pleasure, my milk squirting into Tim's and Ken's hungry mouths.

“ Will and I will flood you with cum, HuCow jade, ” growled Anthony as he bottoms out in my bowels. “ Goddamn, you're fucking tight. You're just a slight dairy slut, aren't you ? ”

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

Antony chuckled as he drew back his cock. My bowels clenched around his girth, the rubbing intense. “ That's what I thought. You cum so punishing. I'm going to fill your asshole with my cream and then suckle all that sweet, sweet milk out of your tits. ”

“ Yes, ” Will groaned, his tool plunging hard and immobile in and out of my mouthpiece. “ That sounds hot ! Do that to her ! ”

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

My hips danced, stirring my cunt and whoreson around Tim and Mark Antony's big dick. They worked in and out of my holes. Two dissimilar, baffle frictions. The silky friction in my slit and the velvety joy from my asshole. They swelled interior of me, forming a marvellous storm fed by the electricity shooting from my nipples.

More and more tommyrot ran down my chin. I squeezed my eyes shut, edifice and edifice towards that climax. I was so close. Anthony fucked me unvoiced, driving his dick oceanic abyss into my bunghole. His crotch smacked into me. His balls thudded into my flesh over and over. I shuddered, my eye fluttering as this amazing cloud nine built inside of me. The storm grew.

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

My orgasm exploded through me.

The storm swept through my consistence. My asshole and pussycat writhed about the two dicks. Howling winding of ecstasy swept through me. Zapping bolts of lightning electrified my judgment. My teat squirted even more milk into Tim's and Ken's hungry oral fissure. I gulped down my treat as I squealed around Will's dick.

“ Fuck, yes ! ” the nerd groaned. Then his salty cream flooded my mouth.

I groaned as the jizz spilled through my mouth, swirling around my teeth. I gulped it down, my tongue massaging the bottom of his hammer. More and more of his boy-cream flooded my mouth. I savored every drop cloth. I reveled in this wonderful minute. It was incredible. Amazing. I never wanted to stop. I felt so silly as this delicious pleasance rippled through my body.

Anthony drove his dick trench into my arse. “ God fucking hoot, HuCow sluts are amazing ! ”

The inkiness guy fired his jizz into my arse. jet after wondrous spurt of his cum flooded me. Boys cheered around me, all eager to taste my milk. To make love their stopcock in and out of my mouth and pussy and arse. To consecrate me their salty cum. I wanted it all.

I gulped down every cliff of Will's jizz while my asshole and pussy milked Tim and Anthony dry.

Mark Anthony ripped his hawkshaw out of my shit. He seized me under my armpits and hauled me off Tim's cock. He pulled my huge udders away from the two boys'thirsty mouths. I gasped, suddenly pressed onto a desktop.

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

The boy used me. They fucked me over and over and over again. Each one gave me such a terrific orgasm and spurt after spurt of their hot jizz. Then they got to suckle from my tits. They latched onto my J-cup bosom and nursed milk from my udders. It was wonderful. I groaned, savoring every moment that they were using me. It just felt so right.

I was their dairy human being cow. My udders were relinquish for any boy or man to use. All they had to do was generate me their jizz and make me cum.

It worked out best for all of us.

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To be continued in the side by side taradiddle of Mind-Controlling scanty...