Mind-Control Panties

write up Thirteen HuCow 's Delicious Milk River

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for Beta reading this !

The anatomy moved with rest through the department stock. It was excited to leave its flow pair of scanty behind in this location. After the last one, cherry red fancy woman, had made temptress White into a unremitting virgin, the figure wanted to try another form of body modification. It had an melodic theme for a delicious one. It was why the current pair of panty looks so very much like the Patrick White and black convention of a dairy cow. There was a simple enquiry written on the rear.

Got Milk ?

The figure was eager for this new fun. Mind-controlling girls gave it such a charge, but transforming them was just as very much fun. There were so many wicked things it could do with this legerdemain. This secret plan was exciting. It could n't expect for that wonderful rush that imposing its will on its target would bring.

It could n't hold back for the girl to try on these panties. She was just stark for it. It had found her, peering through the mist that fell from the waterfall in its lair. The gross young woman to be transformed.

The shoppers in the Brobdingnagian box depot paid no attentiveness to the figure. It slipped between them, almost flowing like shadows. Nonde*********** and unremarkable shadows. Its true form was absolutely alien, but they did n't see it as anything more than than the scope. Their eyes slid across the anatomy to gaze at what they really were here for.

All the material goodness spread out before them. The wealth of res publica brought to their fingertips.

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

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

The figure reached its destination : the Jr Miss section. It was for girls who were ten to thirteen to rat at. Of course, its target was older than that. Not that she looked it. That 's what made her perfect. On a rack holding bandeau that were little more than than trainers, it draped the pantie.

The figure shuddered, aegir for the fun to get. Then it flitted away. It moved through the shopping crowd, heading back towards the store 's automatic doorway. The mist awaited. dorsum to its lair to watch the fun.

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

Abigail Hart hated having to go to the Jr missy section shop for her clothes. She was XIX. Nineteen and four foot eleven ! She looked like a twelve-year-old girl and had the chest of drawers to match. She barely qualified as an A-cup. She kept hoping and hoping her knocker would develop, but cipher seemed to work. Not any of the apocryphal ideas she 'd gotten off the Internet— she 'd drunk whole Milk River every day for a twelvemonth and had nothing to show for it—nor did the suggestions from her friends.

She played with her mamilla when she masturbated.

She secretly bought a tit pump and placed it over her minuscule buds, hoping the suction would grow them.

She wanted them to be magnanimous. She 'd conciliate for a B-cup. Something Thomas More than the footling mosquito bites she currently had. Something that would make her facial expression anything close to her age.

Because of her childish build, she was suspicious of any guy who wanted to particular date her. They were always such pervs. The remainder of the male child wanted girls with big breasts. vast Canadian goose. The case of lush perspirer pillows they could snuggle up to.

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

At nineteen, it was operose to keep believing that.

She sighed when she reached the bra section. She hated having to graze here. She could n't get anything sexy. She was n't even sure why she bothered. Like I need any support, she thought. The only affair that had developed were mamilla. They were getting grownup. When they got hard, they were obtrusive. And that just embarrassed her. At least a preparation bra helped to hide them.

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

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

She grabbed them, studying at the dairy farm cow normal on them. She frowned, her fingers sliding over the letters. A prickling rippled through her. Thoughts of buying a new bra were abandoned.

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

Panties in helping hand, she marched up to the cashier. The tingle coursed through her body the entire time. The teller felt it, too. They went through the question 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 gymnastic exercise private instructor had learned that.

Then Abigail was out the door and heading abode with foreign thought of declamatory mammaries, operose udder, filling her untried mind.

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Abigail Hart




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

That there would be some quantity of maturation that would 've happened overnight. They were barely more than bumps. My tit had developed nicely, my areolas across-the-board, my heart thick. When erect, they thrust out fairly far. There were girl my age, like Courtney, with bosom much bigger who did n't suffer nipples half my size. It was so unfair.

I 'd rather consume small-scale mamilla 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 hips. I was n't even five foot tall. At nineteen, I 'd given up Hope of gaining any more altitude. I would forever be short. My female parent had 3 inches on me and D cupful to flush. Why had genetics abandoned me ?

I threw on my new pair 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 breasts. My nipples. I could almost fantasy that if I put on these panties, I would grow huge titmouse. Just the largest udders. self-aggrandising than two-baser D 's. Then F-cups. Then G or maybe even in H-cups.

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

God, she must be as tall 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 second joint. I wiggled my pelvic girdle, my flesh electrified. So incredible. My nipples hardened. The risque itch formed in my twat. Huge mammaries danced in my mind. Just the biggest, diffused boobs. It made me want to masturbate. To get out the breast pump and fingerbreadth my slit while stimulating my nipple.

But I had to get to my college.

I smoothed the black and White River scanty over my rump and then traced the waistband around to the front. They fit perfectly. I kinda liked the look. Like I was a dairy cow. I could be a human cow with big udders just full of creamy milk.

Milk ?

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

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 titmouse even get ? Go up a size ? I might finally be an A-cup in accuracy. I would never be like that smut headliner with those big, monolithic J-cups.

I thought her public figure was Hitomi J-cup.

Gosh, she was so lucky.

I sighed, my finger smoothing down the movement of the step-in. My pap continued to tingle. I glanced down at them, fat and long, the stark size substance for cleaning woman with big breast. It was like they were taunting me. I hissed in foiling and grabbed my training bra. I lifted it up and an enraged firing burned in my belly. It was something for a little girl to fag.

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

At to the lowest degree my nipples were developed.

I shoved my legs violently into my jeans. I was just so fed up with that all. Nineteen ! Nineteen and with the smallest titmouse ever. I worked my knickers up my thighs while shaking my head. All my ally had developed. I had to look out 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 air sock and popped my feet into my tennis shoes. I snagged my bookbag and pocketbook, made certain I had my jail cell phone, and then I was out of my bedroom. 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 skin as I headed to the college, this tingling rippled around my nipples. I knew I should 've worn a bra. I was feeling the fabric of my shirt rubbing against my center. It was making me excited. I was getting wet.

Gosh, that was embarrassing.

I finished off my pop working girl before I was halfway to my school. I sucked a few crumbs off my fingers, walking past times grownup who looked down at me. A lot of them were noticing me and shaking their nous. ira burned through me.

What ? Had they never seen a short woman ?

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

I reached my college, the urban center buses dropping off some student, former college students driving their own cars or walking in like me. A deluge of them was heading towards the front door. They were all taller than me. It was the big. Everywhere I went, I was the scant person. My feet smacked on the pavement, my purse swinging off my shoulder, my bookbag bouncing behind me. A few of the student 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 pup she always was showing off. She wore a top so rigorous that it molded to her nipple. On top of that, she had a plunging neckline that went so low it showed off a jot 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 angry. I marched into the primary building and ignored her and her big mammaries.

Everyone was looking at me. It made the prickling in my tit worse. I felt so hard and throbbing right now. I could just feel the stuff of my purple T-shirt modeling to them. Teasing my pith. Everyone stared at me. They had to roll in the hay that I was aroused.

My brass burned as I stalked through the school.

"Uh, you know your leaking,"said Bruce. He was a tall guy, over six feet, so he loomed over me. He had brown whisker and a mortal patch on his chin. He was on the basketball game team, a bountiful guy. My heart fluttered a little. He had a great smile and this form of dashing look in his eyes.

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

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

I stared down at my breast and ...

"What the fudge !"I gasped. I hated that I could n't swear properly which only added to the fact that hoi polloi must think I was a child. Right now, I did n't care. There were two growing wet spots centered around my teat. They were leaking. I blinked at seeing a bit of Edward White astragal through my shirt clinging to my tit ...

"I have breasts,"I gasped. They were small, little more than budding mounds. But they were bigger than they were when I left my house. They were proper A-cups."Bruce, I have breasts."

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

Those two words flashed in my psyche. I had milk. bosom milk.

chill raced out of my step-in. My script grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up my trunk. right hand there in the hall, not caring that early 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 armpits, exposing my new breast. I gazed at them in awe. They had a shape to them, a perky resolution. 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 taste ?"

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

former scholarly person were watching as the tall Bruce knelt down. Even kneeling he had the top to turn over my breasts. I groaned as his hands gripped my sides. Then his sassing nuzzled into my tit. I gasped as he latched onto my right nub. He sealed his mouth about my fat nipple, his lips pressing warm against my areola.

He suckled.

quiver raced through my consistence as I felt the Milk squirting out of my mammilla into his oral cavity. I groaned, my paw balling tight. It felt so amazing. My nipple felt connected straight to my snatch. My cunt clenched as practically as my fist, drinking in the rouse sensation of my Milk River squirting out of my nub.

He suckled again, groaning as he tasted my breasts milk. A wicked shudder ran through me. more than cream beaded on my former nub. I swept up my finger across my nipple as Bruce nursed. He groaned with hunger as he feasted on my creamy treat. I held up my finger glistening with the pearly drop.

I brought it to my mouth.

I groaned as I thrust my finger's breadth into my oral cavity. I tasted my creamy breast Milk River. It was sweeter than cow 's milk. blank, I popped my finger out of my rima oris. My tongue ran over the roof of my mouth as I savored the flavor. 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 proficient, is n't it ?"

I nodded."Oh, please maintain suckling."

Around us, our fellow classmates were watching. Bruce sucked my left mammilla back into his sass, latching onto that fat nub. I groaned as he suckled, my Milk squirting into his mouth. Both his custody slid up my trunk to cup my bosom.

He kneaded and massaged my niggling cumulation. I gasped as a watercourse of white snap from my right nipple and soared over his shoulder joint to slosh wastefully on the flooring. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as he suckled. This felt so amazing.

He squeezed my tits again, the stream squirting harder into his mouth while my right mamilla erupted with to a greater extent of my white emollient. This time, I cupped my bridge player before my right-hand tit and savored the hot milk splashing against my hide. I shuddered at the sight of my creamy treat pooling in the thenar of my deal. I brought it up to my mouth, eagre to taste Sir Thomas More of it.

I sucked it into my sass, the wonderful treat bursting to life across my discernment buds.

So angelic.

I licked at my laurel wreath, loving every hint I could determine. My early script was already covering my nipple, getting drenched as he squeezed again, my nipple squirting. pearl of hot milk ran across my hand. I quickly brought it up to my sass, licking and lapping and savoring my creamy treat. I could n't neutralise a single drop cloth of it.

It was too good.

I trembled, my hips wiggling as he kneaded my knocker and nursed from me. My twat was on attack. I kept licking fresh pick off my palms, switching my hands, loving it. I groaned, the tingles racing from my pussy, maybe from my panties. They surged up and up to my boob to hold me into a yummy human cow. I shuddered, my creamy treat flooding Bruce 's mouth.

"Are her titmouse getting bighearted ?"a little 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 nipples. You 're lactating !"

I shrugged, not certainly what to say. Then I stared down at my tit and gasped. The comments around me faded as I stared at my breasts. Milk was squirting wastefully from my right nipple as I shuddered at the sight of my knocker. They were with child than A-cups now.

They were B-Cups.

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

Sir David Bruce suckled and then groaned. For once, I did n't finger that naughty shiver caused by the milk squirting out of my mammilla. He popped his mouth off, shaking his headway. Then he darted over to my right mamilla. He latched on and suckled hard. I gasped as a hot squirt of milk flooded his mouth. But when he nursed a second time, nothing.

"You drained me,"I moaned, staring at my turn, perky tits. They were incredible and now had mass. A terrific embodiment. As Bruce popped his mouth off my nipple and released my tits, I shuddered. I cupped them for a second, kneading them.

"Those are a nice duad of boobs,"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 have tits before,"Courtney said."Damn, I would n't have thought that lactating would cause them to flower so fast. How did you do it, Abigail ?"

I shook my point, pulling down my shirt. I had absolutely no mind how this had happened. Could it be because of the scanty ? Just because I said that wonderful question printed on the back, Got Milk ? It was so foolish. Neither pantie nor saying a phrase could have turned me into a human dairy farm cow. They would n't cause my breast to swell and give me creamy Milk for all the boys to enjoy.

I groaned as I slid my shirt over my titty. With them swelled up, the purple framework squeezed even compressed around my mammaries. The cotton-poly blend hugged to those big tit and my hard nipples, and the hem no longer went down past the waistband of my jeans. It just touched it. Barely keeping my belly covered.

I felt amazing as I strolled forward. My pussy was juicy. If I did n't hold a year to get to, I would do something about it. My knocker had a wonderful leaping to them as I moved through the Asaph Hall. My schoolfellow were staring at me.

For once, they could tell I was n't a little missy.

I was a womanhood. I was XIX and finally had tits. Nice, round B-cups. I felt them bouncing and jiggling with my every footprint, moving with this perky soundness. My nipples throbbed and tingled, such joy rippling through me.

I smiled at everyone who noticed my new mammaries. Especially the guy wire. They were staring at my teat with hunger. I could see it in their eyes. Nate with his ear expanders and his man bun, Ken with his goatee of blonde hair, and will while pushing up his trash. They all stared at me. They all enjoyed the side of my tits.

I finally had melon vine. snout. Delicious sweater pup. sure as shooting, they were n't the fully grown, but they were such an improvement. I felt like a million Buck as I headed into my first class. My prof, Mr. Abernathy, blinked at the sight of my tits. He had this hungry feel in his eyes as I sat down in the front row. I grinned at him, arching my back to thrust out my new breasts at him.

I could secern he loved my babies.

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

That made me feel like a million bucks.

I headed to my next class, a radical of guys hovering around me. They were so precious. They were all staring at me, talking and elbowing each other, muttering about how I 'd nursed Robert I. They were all so gravel. I loved it. I had this wondrous bounce to my step, making my dope spring for all the delight of the boys. I had never felt better about myself in my life.

I was a homo cow and loved it.

I entered my side by side social class and there was Anthony. He was sitting in the back, his head turning over to look at me. His eyes flicked up and down my chassis. The Black guy rubbed his hand across the shaved head."Are you 're tits a little bountiful than they were ?"

I glanced down and groaned in delight. They did seem bigger. They looked like they were C-cups now. A little R. Buckminster Fuller, petty rounder. I could tell by the small striptease of pelt between the bottom of my t-shirt and the waistband of my blue jean, proving that I 'd grown in volume.

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

I grinned, seeing the little gabardine spots growing where my hard kernel pressed into the T-shirt 's material."Guess so."

"So, you got any Milk for me."

Got ... milk ...

I ripped up my shirt right there before his desk. My C-cup knocker bounced out with this wonderful sway to them. Milky Andrew D. White beaded on both ping nubs."Of course of instruction I do."I flicked my eyes up and down his lather build."You got anything for me ?"

"Think I got something for you,"Susan Brownell 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 succulent C-cup knocker. I shook them at him, a wicked grinning on my brim. My pussy clenched, my juice soaking the dairy-cow-pattern panties.

His nighttime paw took my own paw 's place. He squeezed my tits. I shuddered, loving the way his dingy fingers massaged my boobs. He gave them both a good liquidity crisis, causing my Milk to force out out and splash his chest. The short droplets soaked into his dark-green t-shirt, a bit of cream beading on the printed logo.

"tinker's dam, you 're just a squirter."

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

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

Susan Anthony leaned down and he sucked on my left pap. I groaned as his dark lips sealed about my fat, pink nub. He suckled and my marvelous milk flowed into his mouth. I groaned as his hands slid down my venter. His fingers stroked let down and lower, teasing me.

I gasped as his digit brushed my bellybutton and dipped into the little divot. I groaned as he swirled around inside of it, teasing me. Then he went downhearted. His finger traveled down and down and down until he reached the waistband of my jeans. He stroked across the denim, 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 impudence hollowing as he suckled hard. My Milk River squirted into his athirst mouth, sending shake shooting down to my cunt. His fingers dipped into the waistband of those naughty scanty. He slid through my bush.

Went lower.

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

My arms went around his head, cradling the sexy Black guy to my round of drinks breasts. I closed my eyes, loving him breast feeding at my tit. He stroked me. His finger moved up and down, teasing my labia. His touch coaxed out my lilliputian button from its hood. I gasped as it burst with sparks from the first metre he touched me.

I gasped in delight, shuddering as he rubbed that little bud for a moment. His finger danced along as he suckled. My milk squirted into his sass. He nursed with such thirst. I trembled, my juice soaking his digits.

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

He sucked with force. His lips engulfed Thomas More and more of my areola. My milk fired into his mouth. Every time he nursed, delight jolted down to my cunt. My cunt clenched, drinking in the lightning while sparks flared from my clitoris. The two different sensations assorted and swirled inside of my cunt.

"Damn, those tits are nonplus,"groaned Tim.

"Yeah,"will croaked.

"Wow, Abigail 's tits are bigger than mine,"whimpered Courtney.

"William Tell me about it,"said Janiqua, my Negroid booster."And are they getting bragging ? 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 modification, but I could just see their enhanced growth. They were round of drinks and entire, heavy. I could finger the shifting in my posture as I adjusted myself to the increased weight of my mammaries.

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

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

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

I whimpered, my nipple throbbing. Anthony 's finger's breadth slid up and down my pussy. I felt my sexual climax building and building. Everyone was staring at me as he nursed from my growing udder. He sucked hard on my tit, feasting on my milk.

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

Anthony popped his lip off my pass on nipple and darted over to the rightfulness. He rubbed at my clitoris, sparks bursting through me. I whimpered, my right nipple extra medium from waiting to be drained. It burst with joy as my Milk squirted into his backtalk. Susan Anthony groaned as he swallowed that grand treat.

I stroked his bald-shaved head. I caressed him, loving the look of his duncical rim wrapped around my pap. The measure of suction he created was incredible. My juices flowed out of me. I whimpered and groaned.

"Oh, yes,"I panted.

His thumb started rubbing at my button while his fingers massaged my labia. He ran up and down the folds of my cunt, teasing me. It was incredible. So intense. I just knew I was going to explode. I was going to have such an amazing orgasm.

I loved being a human being dairy farm cow. I loved nursing sexy guy cable. Anthony suckled with such thirstiness. His left hand grabbed my rectify tit, squeezing. I felt my Milk River squirting out of my nipple and into his mouth with such force.

I gasped, the pleasure swelling inside of me. I could n't take much more of this. His thumb rubbed my clit. His rima oris nursed at my nipple. His fingers caressed my labia. They danced up and down my slit, brushing my hymen. He stroked all my racy bits.

"Susan Brownell Anthony !"I howled.

"Oh, yes, that 's incredible !"

I came.

My juice gushed out, bathing his hand. Ripples of pleasance flowed through my body. He kept sucking. breast feeding. My mammilla throbbed and ached, sending more waves of rapture flooding through my body. The bliss poured over my mind, drowning my thoughts.

It was incredible. Stars burst before my eyes. My capitulum tossed from incline to slope, my black hair's-breadth dancing about my berm. My left titty swayed, moving with a heavy weight. I gasped, Anthony kneading my tit, milking me as he suckled.

My clit throbbed and ached beneath his massaging thumb.

"Yes, yes, Mark Anthony !"I moaned."Drain my milk ! drainpipe me dry !"

My pap were even bigger now. I had to have stunt man D 's now. I now had nipple as big as my mother. I groaned and gasped, the pleasure reaching that wonderful pinnacle of disco biscuit. I hit it as he suckled out the last of my breast milk. I groaned, a final examination tingle racing through me. Then I was panting. Gasping. I shook my read/write head, dizzy from the pleasure.

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

He held up his finger's breadth, soaked in my succus. I smelled a sweet scent ; my own stimulation. I shuddered as he popped his fingerbreadth into his sass, sucking up my former cream.

My naughty cream.

I trembled as I shoved down my shirt over my bombastic sweater puppies. My t-shirt was so loaded. It rode up, showing off my omphalus now. I groaned, my boob constrained, the textile 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 jean. I headed to my rear end, my large breasts jiggling and swaying with my every move. I sat down and smiled as I watched them bounce at the derriere of my visual modality. These were everything I wanted. Maybe they would develop bigger and I would get my J-cups. I struggled to focus on the deterrent example, to develop my Education, but all I could think about was milk.

Creamy, white, afters chest milk. I could finger the delight slowly filling my tits. I was generating more and more. My monolithic udders were getting ready to nurse Thomas More boys. They needed it. They had to imbibe my wonderful pleasure. So unbelievable. I would move over them all my creamy treats.

I could n't wait.

I kept my hands clasped tight together throughout the lesson. It was hard not to wiggle. I was getting hot and excited again, too. Getting fingered while nursing Anthony was amazing. I would have to importune that all the boys do things to please me to get my Milk River.

I bit my scummy lip, my tee shirt feeling tighter and tighter. When I looked down, I knew my tits were magnanimous. They were swelling and swelling, becoming those monumental bag that I craved. Soon, they would be big enough to wet-nurse permanently. Every boy or man would enjoy my milk as much as they wanted.

Lactophiles would adore me.

I bit my glower lip in anticipation.

Soon grade was over. I stood up quickly just so my tits would bounce up and down. My t-shirt was riding up higher and higher as they grew magnanimous and bigger. It was turning into a belly shirt. Soon, would it even be able to tighten my tits ?

Would I even need a shirt ?

I sauntered through the Radclyffe Hall, my hips swaying. My shank was a little curvier, too. Little more womanly. I might be short, but no young woman in my college had teat prominent than me now. The son swarmed around me. They were staring at my teat, looking for that for the first time sign of wetness. They were tidal bore for my milk to fully follow back in. They wanted to harbour from me.

It was so incredible. I had such a immense smile on my case as I entered my next class. My tits bounced and jiggled, my tit aching. Throbbing. They were filling up with all that pleasant-tasting Milk River. All the joy for the boys to revel. Nursing them all would be unbelievable.

Nate glanced at me. He had these deep air expanders in his sass, stretching out his lobes. His long 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 middle flicked down to my booby. He licked his lips."Got milk for me ?"

"You just said the magic trick Book,"I moaned. I thrust up my t-shirt, exposing my knocker. They were definitely F-cups now. Large and soft, my nipples finally sized right for them. Nate stared at my big tatas with thirst as I threw my jersey to the floor.

It was just in the way. v

I sauntered up to him, my tits jiggling. He turned in his prat, hungry. I gasped as he seized my right breast and swallowed my nipple. His whisker rubbed against my silken flesh in my raw ring of color. I whimpered at the rasping sensation.

I shivered as he suckled.

My breast milk fired into his mouth. It splashed as he suckled and nursed with force. My toes curled. My kitty-cat clenched. Such a wicked and wanton wave of joy jibe through me. It was incredible. Just what I craved. What I needed. I groaned, biting my lower 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 rima oris. I whimpered and then gasped as Tim came up. He latched onto my other breast, leaning over to nurse 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 nipples throbbed. My Milk squirted into their thirsty oral cavity. 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 practically milk. The two male child were so hungry, suckling on me. I shuddered, wiggling my coxa. My twat 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 grinning on his lips."Why are you shaking that ass ?"

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

I could n't think I was saying those words, but my panties tingled around me. I needed to be devoured. My Virgo puss needed more than just digit. Ken groaned, licking his brim and brushing those golden curls surrounding his mouth.

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 mamilla as Ken yanked down my jeans. He ripped them off my rump and down my thighs. They bunched around my ankle, my pussy clenching in anticipation. Every suckle from the two hunk nursing on me sent pleasure shooting down to my pussy.

"Damn, you 're wearing the decent variety of panty, are n't you ?"said Ken."I ca n't hold back to try your milk."

"I 'll have enough for everyone,"I moaned, knowing it to be confessedly. I could finger it filling my mammilla faster than the two boys could suck it out. My homo udder would just have enough creamy dainty for all the boys. I quivered, trembling as Ken dragged down my panty, exposing my ass and pussy to everyone.

"Damn, she might get the top of a small girl, but that butt is mature,"groaned Ken.

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

I shuddered as Ken kissed down the curve of my nates and dipped between my thigh. He nuzzled into my pussy. I gasped, his spit flicking across my virgin pussy. He brushed my folds and caressed my hymen. I quivered, my nipples throbbing and aching. Milk squirted from them as the two boys gulped it down with such hunger.

I trembled, my sexual climax building and building.

Ken squeezed my keister as he fluttered his tongue up and down my slit. Ken licked up my succus. I could sense them dripping out of me, another sweet and creamy treat for the male child to enjoy. He brushed my clit, sparks bursting from it just like walking on air zapped from my nipples. I groaned, loving every moment of this. My toes curled in my shoes, my snatch clenching rich 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 black hair trembling about my nude shoulders."Oh, Ken, you 're going to get so much milk. Just take in me cum. poke my pussy and make me explode."

"You 're going to drown me in your pussy cream, and then I 'm going to lactate all the milk out of your breast,"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 spark of pleasance shooting through me. My nipples spurted their milk into the two male child'hungry mouths. They gulped it down, their solid helping hand 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 tongue fluttered against my Virgo the Virgin sheep pen, pressing on my maidenhead. He lapped up my sweet cream while the two other boy nursed on my sweet Milk River. They gulped it down with such hungriness. They were swelling my boob bombastic and turgid.

I just knew I would realise J-cups.

I would have those big dumbbell just like I wanted. Delicious udders. 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 hold Nate 's lieu. Just keep licking me. I need an orgasm. It 's so hot nursing you sexy boys."

"I ca n't wait to make you cum,"groaned Anthony. The tall, inkiness guy was grinning at me. I did n't know when he had arrived, but he stared at me with such thirstiness.

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

Ken latched onto my clit again. He sucked hard, his goatee rubbing against my kitty lips. I shuddered, trembling. Both my nipples throbbed while Tim sucked at the same time. My milk squirted into their backtalk, sending dual jolt of lightning zapping down to my slit. My vestal twat became wire. I gasped, the currents of bliss rushing through me.

I came.

My snatch convulsed and spasmed. I felt my succus gushing out of me. They flowed, spilling into Ken 's hungry mouth. He licked and lapped up my sweet-flavored cream while my white meat milk continued to run into Nate 's and Tim 's hungry gob. I shuddered, the discharge zapping through my mind.

Stars danced before my eyes.

I shuddered, my entire eubstance convulsing. My manpower grabbed my heavily white meat, squeezing out my milk into Nate 's and Tim 's suckling mouths. I whimpered, my drumhead shaking. It was so good. So wonderful.

"shuffling that HuCow slut cum !"Mark Antony shouted.

"Goddamn, I ca n't wait to make up our human being dairy cow explode !"the nerdy Will groaned.

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

"Yes !"I moaned."Ken, it 's your turn. Nate, Nate, you have to score 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 drear goatee. He grinned at me, nodding."I 'll swap, Ken."

Ken ripped his mouth from my snatch. His work force gave my ass a terminal squeeze then he rose."Her cunt is all yours."

I shuddered, Tim still suckling with such thirstiness on my former mammilla. He gulped down my milk as Ken moved around me.

I gasped at the wad of his blonde goatee soaked in my juice. My pussy cream had utterly drenched him. I could smell it, a sweet-flavored aroma, but different from the luscious cream that squirted from my mammilla. 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 cunt,"Anthony cheered."Go for it, dude. Damn !"

"Booyah !"Nate shouted.

Just as Ken broke the kiss with me, I felt something pressing into my puss. It was n't a mouth. It was n't a fingerbreadth. It was deep. Spongy. I gasped as it slid up my slit lips to my virginal membrane. I threw a look behind me to see Nate standing.

recognition hit me.

He was about to pop my cherry. He was about to really make me cum, earning him the right to drink in all my creamy titty milk. I shuddered, my soundbox on fire.

"Yes, son have to love me to salute my bosom Milk River !"I moaned.

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

Ken latched onto my teat, suckling toilsome. His crude goatee rasped against my areola and lenient tit. I shuddered, wiggling my coxa and rubbing my hot pussy into the rooster 's tip nudging me. I was so aegir 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 nipples both bursting with sparks of pleasure as my hymen stretched and stretched. Pain flared, meeting the electrifying cloud nine flowing from my tit. I trembled. Then my cherry popped. His cock slammed to the hilt in me. My optic widened I was suddenly filled with a huge dick.

My starting time cock ever.

I gasped and moaned, swiveling my rosehip. I squeezed my snatch around that amazing cock. Nate groaned, his hand squeezing my hip. I was bent over to nurse both Ken and Tim, my ass driving force out behind me.

Nate drew back his hips and then plunged into me again. He slammed his prick hard into my puss. I gasped at the force play of his dick burying to the hilt in me. His crotch smacked into my tail end, making my butt-cheeks jiggle. My big bag rippled, moving as the two thirsty son 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 operose. Make me burst forth !"

"That 's how you treat a homo dairy cow !"panted Will.

"You have to have sex a HuCow hard !"growled Anthony."You just Irish pound her snatch. And early places."

I shuddered, wanting to find those other places.

My nipples throbbed and ached with more intensity. Being filled with Nate 's rooster made nursing my two son even better. I hugged them to my big tits, loving as they swelled them towards being massive J-cups. I trembled, whimpering. Every thrust of Nate 's dick and suckle of those hungry oral fissure brought me finisher and closer to that wonderful orgasm.

My deflowered bitch clenched down hard on the big dick thrusting into me. It slammed into my depths, heavy balls smacking into my clitoris. Sparks of pleasure joined the electrifying jolts zapping from my teat. Milk squirted again and again into those thirsty boy'mouths. I groaned, swaying. I was getting finisher and nigher to exploding.

It was so intense to be fucked. Nate 's peter reached so deep in me. He plundered my cunt. He grunted and groaned, his handwriting squeezing my rose hip. I undulated them, stirring my juicy jackass around his big dick. 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 hungry boys.

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

He suddenly seized my opprobrious hair and yanked my head back. I gasped, loving his ascendency. He fucked me hard. His powerful strokes rammed to the hilt in my cunt. I trembled, my slit clenching down on him. Stars flare-up before my eyes. It was so vivid. 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 time just as Nate slammed into me.

It was what I needed. I exploded.

My pussy convulsed and writhed about Nate 's cock. He grunted, fucking into my spasming profoundness. Wave of hot passion flooded through my trunk. The rush of pleasance was electrified by the zapping delectation shooting from my pap. Both boys 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 deflowered kitty. I groaned as he pumped that wonderful cream into me. I shuddered, the milk squirting from my nipples into Ken 's and Tim 's hungry lip. I whimpered, a wave of pleasure sweeping through my organic structure 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 farm cow who needed all the wonderful cream to swamp my body I could plow. I whimpered, the pleasure melting my mind.

It was incredible.

"shtup,"groaned Nate."You 're up, Tim. You got to puddle her cum to pay for that sweet milk you 've been drinking.

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

Tim popped his mouth off my pap and groaned,"I want you to sit on my dick."He licked his rim, milk staining them."Sit on my dick and taunt me. Then I can keep breast feeding you."

I nodded, groaning as he sat down on a professorship, shoving the desk away from him. He unzipped his jeans and jostle them down, lifting his rump up from the seat. His peter stretched out his tight honky underwear. 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 suckling. I straddled Tim, lowering my snatch down to his dick. His brim engulfed my pap before I sank down on him. Once again, I would give two boys the creamy delicacy they loved. I shuddered, my pussy brushing his shaft 's tip.

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

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 son nursed on my heavy pap. My pussy squeezed around Tim 's duncical dick. I groaned, reveling in the feel of his shaft. I slid up and down him, my pussy clinging to him, the friction 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 mouth. He had this wild look behind his glasses. He grunted and panted, aegir to bring in the right to suckle from my udders. I cupped his egg, massaging them as he plunged his shaft over and over into my oral cavity. taradiddle ran down my mentum as I suckled.

The phone of nursing echoed around me. Ken, Tim, and I were all making those blue sound. Both my teat throbbed and ached in the male child'lip, Ken 's goatee rasping against my areola. I shuddered, my twat clenching down around Tim 's shaft.

My slit gripped him. I held his rattling shaft as I worked up and down his shaft. The feel of him in me drove me to just ride him. To just enjoy every in of his pecker in me. I would cum on his gumshoe. I would explode on that thick cock. I groaned, wiggling my rose hip.

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

I did n't know why I was golden. Did she entail because I had my big, grievous tits ? I could just tell they were J-cups now. After Nate had cum in me, after the boys at nursed my tits, they had swelled into such a wondrous, massive size.

I worked my pussy up and down Tim 's turncock faster and faster as my excitement ballooned.

A cock pressed between my butt-cheeks. It was covered in something slippery. lubricating substance. Out of the turning point of my eye, I could see Anthony. I shuddered as the Black guy brought his rooster to my mother fucker. My nineteen-year-old body quivered. I was about to be sodomized. To be double-penetrated.

I would throw dicks in all of my holes. I would suckle and hold at all three of the boys'cocks. I would savor them.

I sucked so arduous on Will 's dick as Anthony 's boneheaded putz pressed against my virgin asshole. My sphincter stretched and stretched and stretched. I shuddered, squirming on Tim 's shaft as that Black cock popped into my asshole. I groaned throaty joy, moaning around Will 's motherfucker.

I shuddered, Anthony 's thick dick plunging deeper and deep into my bowels. This tremendous heat met the silky delectation in my pussy. The two different frictions merged and melted together, driving me towards another amazing orgasm. My nipples burst with electric delectation, my milk squirting into Tim 's and Ken 's athirst mouths.

"Will and I will deluge you with cum, HuCow hussy,"growled Anthony as he bottoms out in my bowels."Goddamn, you 're fucking tight. You 're just a footling dairy farm slovenly woman, are n't you ?"

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

Susan B. Anthony chuckled as he drew back his cock. My bowels clenched around his cinch, the clash intense."That 's what I thought. You cum so concentrated. I 'm going to fill up your asshole with my ointment and then suckle all that cherubic, Sweet Milk out of your tits."

"Yes,"Will groaned, his turncock plunging hard and fast in and out of my lip."That sounds hot ! Do that to her !"

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

My hip joint danced, stirring my cunt and bastard around Tim and Susan B. Anthony 's big dicks. They worked in and out of my holes. Two different, baffle clash. The silky friction in my slit and the velvety delight from my asshole. They swelled inside of me, forming a wondrous storm fed by the electricity shooting from my nipples.

More and more drool ran down my chin. I squeezed my eyes shut, edifice and building towards that climax. I was so close. Susan Brownell Anthony fucked me hard, driving his dick deep into my dickhead. His genitalia smacked into me. His balls thudded into my flesh over and over. I shuddered, my optic fluttering as this amazing bliss built inside of me. The storm grew.

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

My sexual climax exploded through me.

The violent storm swept through my body. My prick and pussycat writhed about the two dicks. Howling winds of ecstasy swept through me. Zapping bolts of lightning electrified my judgment. My nipples squirted even Thomas More milk into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry back talk. I gulped down my dainty as I squealed around testament 's dick.

"nookie, 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 rooster. Thomas More and more of his boy-cream flooded my rima oris. I savored every drop. I reveled in this wonderful moment. It was incredible. Amazing. I never wanted to block off. I felt so dizzy as this toothsome pleasure rippled through my body.

Anthony drove his dick deep into my asshole."God fucking tinker's damn, HuCow slovenly woman are amazing !"

The bootleg guy fired his jizz into my asshole. jet after wondrous spurt of his cum flooded me. Boys cheered around me, all tidal bore to taste my milk. To fuck their cocks in and out of my rima oris and slit and whoreson. To present me their salty cum. I wanted it all.

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

Anthony ripped his dick out of my asshole. He seized me under my armpits and hauled me off Tim 's cock. He pulled my huge udders away from the two male child'athirst mouths. I gasped, suddenly pressed onto a background.

Cum ran out of my twat and asshole as Anthony leaned over and latched onto my teat topping my J-cup tit. Will took the other one, suckling hard as the side by side boy stepped up to be intimate my pussy.

The boy used me. They fucked me over and over and over again. Each one gave me such a wonderful coming and spirt after spurt of their hot jizz. Then they got to suckle from my tits. They latched onto my J-cup breasts and suckled Milk from my udder. It was marvelous. I groaned, savoring every moment that they were using me. It just felt so right.

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

It worked out best for all of us.

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The figure chortled in pleasure at the results of its newest dyad of panties. It had turned that flat-chested girl into a lactate slut.

It had a unlike idea for its next pair. Not something so radical. Something fun. Something that would be bold. To unload it off would be a hazard in of itself. It would have to venture into a new location. It would necessitate all of its illusion to keep 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 panties, loving the design. They were all bootleg, cut narrow in the front and rear, the waistband only strings. It had some mincing lace decorating the front. Two words were printed in bright, gold alphabetic character on the rear. Daring letters.

TOP BITCH.

The figure smiled as it picked up the panty and marched to the mist.

To be continued in the next tale of Mind-Controlling scanty ...