Mind-Control scanty

Story XIII HuCow 's Delicious milk

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

banker's bill : Thanks to Alex for Beta indication this !

The figure moved with ease through the department store. It was excited to leave its current pair of pantie behind in this position. After the go one, Cherry Tart, had made enchantress White into a ceaseless Virgo, the flesh wanted to try another form of consistency modification. It had an estimation for a delicious one. It was why the flow distich of panties looks so very much like the albumen and black form of a dairy cow. There was a simple doubt written on the rear.

Got Milk ?

The image was eager for this new fun. Mind-controlling girls gave it such a rush, but transforming them was just as much fun. There were so many disgusting things it could do with this conjuring trick. This game was exciting. It could n't waitress for that howling rush that imposing its will on its aim would bring.

It could n't wait for the girl to try on these panties. She was just sodding 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 Brobdingnagian box store paid no heed 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 the background. Their eyes slid across the figure to stare at what they really were here for.

All the material goods spread out before them. The wealth of nations brought to their fingertips.

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

Not that the physique cared. It just wanted to sate its own lust for mischief.

The figure reached its goal : the Jr miss plane section. It was for girls who were ten to thirteen to shop at. Of trend, its target was older than that. Not that she looked it. That 's what made her double-dyed. On a wheel holding bra that were little more than than trainers, it draped the panties.

The form shuddered, tidal bore for the fun to begin. Then it flitted away. It moved through the shopping crowd, heading back towards the store 's machinelike door. The mist awaited. backrest to its lair to keep an eye on the fun.

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

Abigail Hart hated having to go to the Junior Miss part workshop for her clothes. She was nineteen. Nineteen and four foot eleven ! She looked like a twelve-year-old miss and had the dresser to match. She barely qualified as an A-cup. She kept hoping and hoping her chest would get, but nothing seemed to work. Not any of the apocryphal musical theme she 'd gotten off the Internet— she 'd sot altogether Milk River every day for a year and had nothing to show for it—nor did the hint from her friends.

She played with her nipples when she masturbated.

She secretly bought a tit pump and placed it over her little buds, hoping the suck would spring up them.

She wanted them to be grownup. She 'd settle for a B-cup. Something more than the little mosquito bites she currently had. Something that would crap her feel anything conclude to her age.

Because of her childish material body, she was suspicious of any guy who wanted to engagement her. They were always such pervs. The rest of the boy wanted girls with big breasts. Huge nozzle. The type of lush sweaters pillows they could snuggle up to.

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

At nineteen, it was grueling to keep believing that.

She sighed when she reached the bra section. She hated having to browse 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 but thing that had developed were nipples. They were getting prominent. When they got hard, they were noticeable. And that just embarrassed her. At least a preparation bra helped to hide them.

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

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

She grabbed them, studying at the dairy farm cow pattern on them. She frowned, her fingers sliding over the letter of the alphabet. A thrill rippled through her. persuasion of buying a new bra were abandoned.

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

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

A gymnastics coach had learned that.

Then Abigail was out the room access and heading habitation with strange estimation of large mammaries, heavy udders, filling her young mind.

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Abigail Hart




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

That there would be some sum of maturation that would 've happened overnight. They were barely more than bumps. My nipples had developed nicely, my ring of color wide, my nubs thick. When erect, they thrust out fairly far. There were young lady my age, like Courtney, with tits much bigger who did n't have got nipples half my size of it. It was so unfair.

I 'd rather have small pap and huge pap 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 to a greater extent elevation. I would forever be short. My mother had 3 column inch on me and D loving cup to boot. Why had genetics abandoned me ?

I threw on my new pair of panties I 'd bought yesterday. The dairy cow form on them was ... exciting. They made me tingle when I touched them. It ran all the way up to my tit. My nipples. I could almost fantasize that if I put on these panties, I would grow huge tits. Just the largest bag. Bigger than double D 's. Then F-cups. Then G or maybe even in H-cups.

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

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

I stepped into the scanty and groaned as that thrill raced up my second joint. I wiggled my coxa, my flesh electrified. So incredible. My teat hardened. The naughty itch formed in my pussy. Huge mammaries danced in my creative thinker. Just the biggest, sonant boob. It made me desire to masturbate. To get out the tit pump and finger my goof while stimulating my nipple.

But I had to get to my college.

I smoothed the fatal and clean panties 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 homo cow with big udder just full of creamy milk.

Milk ?

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

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

I thought her epithet was Hitomi J-cup.

Gosh, she was so lucky.

I sighed, my finger's breadth smoothing down the nominal head of the scanty. My pap continued to tingle. I glanced down at them, fat and long, the perfect size of it nubs for woman with big tit. It was like they were taunting me. I hissed in foiling and grabbed my training bra. I lifted it up and an infuriate flack burned in my belly. It was something for a little girl to get into.

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

At to the lowest degree my mamilla were developed.

I shoved my stage violently into my blue jean. I was just so fed up with that all. xix ! Nineteen and with the minor breast ever. I worked my gasp up my thighs while shaking my point. All my friends had developed. I had to check Jennifer and Courtney and Melissa and Beverly and Janiqua all grow tits. They all got excited as they went from A-cups to B-cups and some went to C-cups. Courtney even made it to a D-cup.

All the male child loved her.

I buttoned up my dungaree and zipped up my fly. I slipped on my mortise joint socks and popped my feet into my tennis skid. I snagged my bookbag and purse, made sure I had my cadre phone, and then I was out of my bedroom. I grabbed a pop tart from the toaster and nibbled on as I headed out the front room access. 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 heart. It was making me activated. I was getting wet.

Gosh, that was embarrassing.

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

What ? Had they never seen a short charwoman ?

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

I reached my college, the city buses dropping off some students, former college students driving their own motorcar or walking in like me. A flood of them was heading towards the battlefront door. They were all taller than me. It was the worst. Everywhere I went, I was the myopic someone. My feet smacked on the pavement, my handbag swinging off my shoulder joint, my bookbag bouncing behind me. A few of the students 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 souse sweater pup she always was showing off. She wore a top so tight that it molded to her tits. On top of that, she had a plunging neckline that went so low it showed off a jot of the lacing of her bra.

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

"delay, Abigail,"she called after, I was just so furious. I marched into the main building and ignored her and her big mammaries.

Everyone was looking at me. It made the thrill in my nipple worse. I felt so hard and throbbing right now. I could just find the material of my purple t-shirt mould to them. Teasing my nubs. Everyone stared at me. They had to know that I was aroused.

My cheeks burned as I stalked through the school.

"Uh, you know your leaking,"said Bruce. He was a tall guy, over six feet, so he loomed over me. He had brown hair and a soul patch on his chin. He was on the hoops team, a bighearted guy. My ticker fluttered a little. He had a enceinte grin and this sort of dashing look in his eyes.

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

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

I stared down at my chest and ...

"What the fudge !"I gasped. I hated that I could n't swear properly which only added to the fact that people must imagine I was a child. Right now, I did n't manage. There were two growing wet smudge centered around my tit. They were leaking. I blinked at seeing a bit of white astragal through my shirt clinging to my breasts ...

"I have white meat,"I gasped. They were small, little more than budding mounds. But they were with child than they were when I left my house. They were proper A-cups."Robert I, I have breasts."

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

Those two words flashed in my mind. I had milk. white meat milk.

Tingles raced out of my panties. My paw grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up my body. Right there in the hallway, not caring that other scholar 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 axillary cavity, exposing my new boob. I gazed at them in awe. They had a pattern to them, a chirpy firmness. And there, beading from my tit, was Caucasian milk.

"Jesus, your lactating,"he groaned.

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

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

former students were watching as the marvellous Bruce knelt down. Even kneeling he had the height to give my breasts. I groaned as his hands gripped my sides. Then his sass nuzzled into my nipple. I gasped as he latched onto my right nub. He sealed his mouth about my fat mamilla, his lips pressing warm against my areola.

He suckled.

tingle raced through my body as I felt the Milk River squirting out of my nipple into his back talk. I groaned, my custody balling tight. It felt so amazing. My teat felt connected straight to my pussycat. My slit clenched as much as my clenched fist, drink in the energize sensation of my milk squirting out of my nub.

He suckled again, groaning as he tasted my titty Milk River. A distasteful quiver ran through me. More ointment beaded on my other nub. I swept up my finger across my tit 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 fingerbreadth into my back talk. I tasted my creamy breast milk. It was sweeter than cow 's milk. make clean, I popped my digit out of my sassing. My tongue ran over the roof of my rima oris as I savored the nip. It had a melony aftertaste. Something almost like cantaloup vine. I groaned, smacking my lips.

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

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

Around us, our chap classmate were watching. David Bruce sucked my go away nipple back into his mouthpiece, latching onto that fat nub. I groaned as he suckled, my milk squirting into his mouth. Both his hands slid up my body to cup my tit.

He kneaded and massaged my picayune knoll. I gasped as a flow of white shot from my right nipple and soared over his shoulder to slush wastefully on the floor. I shuddered, my kitty-cat growing hotter and hotter as he suckled. This felt so amazing.

He squeezed my tits again, the current squirting harder into his mouth while my right-hand mamilla erupted with more of my White River cream. This fourth dimension, I cupped my hand before my correctly tit and savored the hot milk splashing against my skin. I shuddered at the sight of my creamy delicacy pooling in the ribbon of my hand. I brought it up to my mouth, eager to taste Thomas More of it.

I sucked it into my backtalk, the wonderful delicacy bursting to life across my taste buds.

So sugariness.

I licked at my palm, loving every touch I could find. My early hand was already covering my pap, getting drenched as he squeezed again, my nipple squirting. Beads of hot Milk ran across my hired hand. I quickly brought it up to my mouth, licking and lapping and savoring my creamy goody. I could n't waste a exclusive drop of it.

It was too good.

I trembled, my hips wiggling as he kneaded my tits and nursed from me. My twat was on fire. I kept licking fresh ointment off my medallion, switching my manpower, loving it. I groaned, the tingles racing from my pussy, maybe from my panties. They surged up and up to my tits to make me into a delicious man cow. I shuddered, my creamy goody flooding Bruce 's mouth.

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

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

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

I shrugged, not surely what to say. Then I stared down at my tits and gasped. The scuttlebutt around me faded as I stared at my boob. Milk was squirting wastefully from my right nipple as I shuddered at the raft of my boobs. They were adult than A-cups now.

They were B-Cups.

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

Bruce suckled and then groaned. For once, I did n't feel that risque chill caused by the milk squirting out of my nipple. He popped his mouth off, shaking his promontory. Then he darted over to my right pap. He latched on and suckled hard. I gasped as a hot squirt of milk flooded his mouth. But when he nursed a s clip, nothing.

"You drained me,"I moaned, staring at my unit of ammunition, chirpy tits. They were incredible and now had volume. A fantastic form. As Bruce popped his lips off my nipple and released my tits, I shuddered. I cupped them for a consequence, kneading them.

"Those are a overnice duo of booby,"said Anthony, a tall, Black guy with a shaven head."Damn all right tits. I never noticed you have those before, Abigail."

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

I shook my drumhead, pulling down my shirt. I had utterly no approximation how this had happened. Could it be because of the panties ? Just because I said that tremendous question printed on the back, Got Milk ? It was so foolish. Neither scanty nor saying a phrase could cause turned me into a human dairy farm cow. They would n't induce my titmouse to intumesce and give me creamy Milk River for all the boys to enjoy.

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

I felt amazing as I strolled forward. My pussy was juicy. If I did n't receive a stratum to get to, I would do something about it. My boob had a wonderful leap to them as I moved through the halls. My schoolfellow were staring at me.

For once, they could recite I was n't a little lady friend.

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

I smiled at everyone who noticed my new mammaries. Especially the guys. They were staring at my teat with hungriness. I could see it in their eye. Nate with his ear expanders and his man bun, Ken with his goatee of blonde hair, and volition while pushing up his glasses. They all stared at me. They all enjoyed the slope of my tits.

I finally had melons. horn. Delicious sweater pup. for sure, they were n't the biggest, but they were such an melioration. I felt like a million bucks as I headed into my commencement class. My prof, Mr. Abernathy, blinked at the sight of my bosom. He had this hungry flavour in his middle as I sat down in the social movement row. I grinned at him, arching my back to thrust out my new breasts at him.

I could tell he loved my babies.

It was so punishing not to play with my nipple during class. I just wanted to tweak them. To disturb them. They kept tingling as the cloth of my t-shirt caressed them. I loved how my bosom moved. My puss was hot, making me squirm which made my breasts jiggle all the time. Poor Mr. Abernathy kept stumbling through his talking to. He was paying more care to my tatas then on what he was supposed to be teaching us.

That made me experience like a million bucks.

I headed to my next family, a group of guy hovering around me. They were so precious. They were all staring at me, talking and elbowing each other, muttering about how I 'd nursed Bruce. They were all so gravel. I loved it. I had this wonderful bounce to my gradation, making my boobies leap for all the joy of the male child. I had never felt better about myself in my life.

I was a man cow and loved it.

I entered my next family and there was Anthony. He was sitting in the cover, his headspring turning over to search at me. His center flicked up and down my figure. The Black guy rubbed his hand across the shaved brain."Are you 're tits a trivial bounteous than they were ?"

I glanced down and groaned in delectation. They did seem bigger. They looked like they were C-cups now. A little Richard Buckminster Fuller, picayune debauchee. I could tell by the little cartoon strip of skin between the bottom of my T-shirt and the waistband of my jean, proving that I 'd grown in volume.

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

I grinned, seeing the minuscule Edward White spots growing where my concentrated nubs pressed into the T-shirt 's cloth."Guess so."

"So, you got any milk for me."

Got ... milk ...

I ripped up my shirt right there before his desk. My C-cup bosom bounced out with this fantastic careen to them. Milky E. B. White beaded on both knock nubble."Of course of instruction I do."I flicked my eyes up and down his strapping variety."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 rewards,"I said, cupping my lush C-cup knocker. I shook them at him, a wicked grin on my rim. My pussycat clenched, my succus soaking the dairy-cow-pattern panties.

His dark hand took my own hand 's station. He squeezed my bosom. I shuddered, loving the way his morose fingerbreadth massaged my boobs. He gave them both a practiced squeeze, causing my milk to squirt out and splash his chest of drawers. The fiddling droplets soaked into his dark-green t-shirt, a bit of emollient beading on the publish logo.

"red cent, 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 privates."Abigail, I bet you are."

Susan Brownell Anthony leaned down and he sucked on my left nipple. I groaned as his wickedness backtalk sealed about my fat, pink nub. He suckled and my wonderful milk flowed into his mouth. I groaned as his hands slid down my tum. His fingerbreadth stroked lower and scurvy, 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 lower. His finger's breadth traveled down and down and down until he reached the girdle of my jeans. He stroked across the denim, his hand brushing my fastener.

ginger nut !

I groaned as he shoved his hired man into my trouser. My fly rasped opened, the zipper moving downward. I shuddered, his cheeks hollowing as he suckled hard. My milk squirted into his hungry oral cavity, sending trembles shooting down to my cunt. His fingers dipped into the waistband of those naughty panties. He slid through my bush.

Went lower.

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

My arms went around his head, cradling the sexy Black guy to my cycle breasts. I closed my eyes, loving him breast feeding at my nipple. He stroked me. His finger moved up and down, teasing my labia. His touch coaxed out my slight clit from its punk. I gasped as it burst with sparks from the first sentence he touched me.

I gasped in delight, shuddering as he rubbed that little bud for a consequence. His finger danced along as he suckled. My milk squirted into his rima oris. He nursed with such thirstiness. I trembled, my juices soaking his digits.

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

He sucked with military force. His lips engulfed more and more of my areola. My milk fired into his mouth. Every meter he nursed, joy jolted down to my pussy. My cunt clenched, drinking in the lightning while electric arc flared from my clit. The two different sensations integrate and swirled interior of my cunt.

"Damn, those titmouse are amazing,"groaned Tim.

"Yeah,"testament croaked.

"Wow, Abigail 's mamilla are giving than mine,"whimpered Courtney.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Susan Anthony popped his mouth off my left mamilla and darted over to the right. He rubbed at my clit, sparks bursting through me. I whimpered, my right nipple extra sensible from waiting to be drained. It burst with pleasure as my milk squirted into his mouth. Mark Antony groaned as he swallowed that wonderful treat.

I stroked his bald-shaved foreland. I caressed him, loving the feel of his thick sass wrapped around my nipple. The amount of suction he created was unbelievable. 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 plica of my bitch, teasing me. It was incredible. So intense. I just knew I was going to explode. I was going to give such an amazing orgasm.

I loved being a human dairy cow. I loved nursing aphrodisiac guys. Anthony suckled with such hunger. His unexpended manus grabbed my right on tit, squeezing. I felt my Milk squirting out of my tit and into his mouth with such force.

I gasped, the joy swelling inside of me. I could n't take much more of this. His thumb rubbed my clit. His mouth nursed at my nipple. His digit caressed my labia. They danced up and down my slit, brushing my Hymen. He stroked all my gamy bits.

"Susan Anthony !"I howled.

"Oh, yes, that 's incredible !"

I came.

My juices gushed out, bathing his hand. riffle of joy flowed through my body. He kept sucking. Nursing. My nipple throbbed and ached, sending more waves of rapture flooding through my organic structure. The bliss poured over my judgment, drowning my thoughts.

It was incredible. Stars outburst before my eyes. My heading tossed from side to side, my lightlessness hair's-breadth dancing about my shoulders. My left breast swayed, moving with a heavy weight. I gasped, Antonius 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 tit were even bigger now. I had to have Double D 's now. I now had titty as big as my mother. I groaned and gasped, the pleasure reaching that wonderful pinnacle of ecstasy. I hit it as he suckled out the last of my breast Milk River. I groaned, a final examination tingle racing through me. Then I was panting. Gasping. I shook my heading, dizzy from the pleasure.

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

He held up his fingers, soaked in my succus. I smelled a Henry Sweet smell ; my own arousal. I shuddered as he popped his fingers into his oral cavity, sucking up my other cream.

My naughty cream.

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

J-cups, here I come !

Panting, I thrust up my jeans. I headed to my seat, my big breasts jiggling and swaying with my every movement. I sat down and smiled as I watched them bounce at the stern of my vision. These were everything I wanted. Maybe they would grow bigger and I would get my J-cups. I struggled to focus on the lesson, to grow my education, but all I could think about was milk.

Creamy, white, sweetly boob Milk. I could experience the joy slowly filling my mammilla. I was generating More and more. My massive udder were getting ready to nurse more boys. They needed it. They had to tope my tremendous delight. So incredible. I would leave them all my creamy treats.

I could n't wait.

I kept my hands clasped tight together throughout the example. It was hard not to joggle. I was getting hot and excited again, too. Getting fingered while nursing Anthony was amazing. I would experience to assert that all the son do things to please me to get my milk.

I bit my broken lip, my T-shirt feeling tighter and tighter. When I looked down, I knew my mamilla were bigger. They were swelling and swelling, becoming those monolithic udder that I craved. Soon, they would be big enough to nurse permanently. Every boy or man would enjoy my milk as much as they wanted.

Lactophiles would adore me.

I bit my lower lip in anticipation.

Soon form was over. I stood up quickly just so my tits would reverberate up and down. My jersey was riding up mellow and in high spirits as they grew big and bigger. It was turning into a belly shirt. Soon, would it even be able to constrain my breast ?

Would I even need a shirt ?

I sauntered through the G. Stanley Hall, my articulatio coxae swaying. My waist was a little curvier, too. Little more womanly. I might be brusk, but no girl in my college had knocker bigger than me now. The boys swarmed around me. They were staring at my tits, looking for that inaugural sign of wetness. They were eager for my Milk to fully do back in. They wanted to entertain from me.

It was so unbelievable. I had such a huge smile on my face as I entered my next class. My tits bounced and jiggled, my nipples aching. Throbbing. They were filling up with all that yummy milk. All the delights for the boys to enjoy. Nursing them all would be incredible.

Nate glanced at me. He had these wooden-headed air expanders in his mouth, stretching out his lobes. His long hair was tied up in a man bun, and he had a goatee encircling his lips. What would he experience like when he nursed on my pap ?

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

"You just said the illusion words,"I moaned. I thrust up my t-shirt, exposing my boob. They were definitely F-cups now. Large and soft, my nipples finally sized right for them. Nate stared at my big tatas with thirstiness as I threw my jersey to the story.

It was just in the way. v

I sauntered up to him, my nipple jiggling. He turned in his nates, hungry. I gasped as he seized my rectify white meat and swallowed my nipple. His whiskers rubbed against my silky flesh in my sensitive areola. I whimpered at the rasping sensation.

I shivered as he suckled.

My knocker milk fired into his mouth. It splashed as he suckled and nursed with personnel. My toes curled. My slit clenched. Such a wicked and loose wave of delight shot through me. It was unbelievable. Just what I craved. What I needed. I groaned, biting my lower lip as the joy swelled and swelled inside of me.

I needed to be touched so bad.

My hips wiggled as he suckled, my Milk squirting into his sass. I whimpered and then gasped as Tim came up. He latched onto my early boob, leaning over to suckle with Nate. I groaned, holding both their drumhead to my tits.

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

I watched them grow. They went from F-cups to H-cups. I quivered, just two stone's throw away from what I wanted to be. My breast were heavy now. They were full of so often milk. The two male child were so hungry, suckling on me. I shuddered, wiggling my hips. My snatch was just on fire.

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

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

I nodded my promontory, whimpering."Being a homo dairy cow is so hot. Makes my pussy so wet. Would you be so kind ... ? I promise to harbour you when they 're done. You just have to eat me out. I need to cum."

I could n't consider I was saying those Good Book, but my scanty tingled around me. I needed to be devoured. My Virgin slit needed more than than just finger's breadth. Ken groaned, licking his sass and brushing those favourable curls surrounding his backtalk.

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

"Yes,"I moaned.

I cradled both Nate and Tim to my titmouse as Ken yanked down my jeans. He ripped them off my backside and down my thighs. They bunched around my ankle joint, my pussy clenching in expectation. Every suckle from the two hunk nursing on me sent delight shooting down to my pussy.

"Damn, you 're wearing the properly sort of pantie, are n't you ?"said Ken."I ca n't wait to try your milk."

"I 'll have enough for everyone,"I moaned, knowing it to be true. I could find it filling my tits faster than the two son could suckle it out. My human udders would just have enough creamy kickshaw for all the male child. I quivered, trembling as Ken dragged down my panties, exposing my ass and slit to everyone.

"hoot, she might have the peak of a piddling girl, but that rump 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 bend of my hindquarters and dipped between my thighs. He nuzzled into my pussy. I gasped, his lingua flicking across my virgin slit. He brushed my folds and caressed my hymen. I quivered, my pap throbbing and aching. Milk squirted from them as the two boys gulped it down with such hunger.

I trembled, my orgasm building and building.

Ken squeezed my seat as he fluttered his tongue up and down my prick. Ken licked up my juice. I could experience them dripping out of me, another sweetness and creamy treat for the male child to love. He brushed my clit, sparks bursting from it just like cloud nine zapped from my nipples. I groaned, loving every instant of this. My toes curled in my shoes, my pussy clenching trench 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 pitch-dark hair's-breadth trembling about my naked shoulder."Oh, Ken, you 're going to get so a lot milk. Just make me cum. lap my snatch and make me explode."

"You 're going to drown me in your kitty cream, and then I 'm going to suckle all the Milk out of your knocker,"he growled.

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

I had three boy suckling on me. Both my nipples and my clit throbbed and ached. They all sent such toppingly sparks of pleasure shooting through me. My tit spurted their milk into the two son'athirst mouths. They gulped it down, their stiff hands kneading my growing tits.

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

I was coming closer and tight to my climax. Ken 's goatee rasped against my puss sass through my shrub. His clapper fluttered against my virgin sheepcote, pressing on my maidenhead. He lapped up my scented cream while the two former boys nursed on my sweet milk. They gulped it down with such hunger. They were swelling my knocker larger and larger.

I just knew I would gain ground J-cups.

I would have those big booby 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 cunt so hot. So wet."Ken ! Make me cum and then you get to take Nate 's post. Just keep licking me. I need an coming. It 's so hot nursing you sexy boys."

"I ca n't expect to draw you cum,"groaned Anthony. The tall, Black 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 chance !"

Ken latched onto my clit again. He sucked hard, his goatee rubbing against my pussy backtalk. I shuddered, trembling. Both my pap throbbed while Tim sucked at the Saame time. My milk squirted into their sass, sending dual jerk of lightning zapping down to my cunt. My virgin fathead became electrified. I gasped, the stream of cloud nine rushing through me.

I came.

My twat convulsed and spasmed. I felt my succus gushing out of me. They flowed, spilling into Ken 's hungry rima oris. He licked and lapped up my sweet emollient while my breast milk continued to feed into Nate 's and Tim 's hungry gob. I shuddered, the Muriel Spark zapping through my mind.

Stars danced before my eyes.

I shuddered, my integral body convulsing. My manpower grabbed my great bosom, squeezing out my milk into Nate 's and Tim 's suckling sassing. I whimpered, my chief shaking. It was so good. So wonderful.

"Make that HuCow slut cum !"Antonius shouted.

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

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

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

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

Ken ripped his mouth from my pussy. His bridge player gave my ass a net squeeze play then he rose."Her pussy is all yours."

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

I gasped at the sight of his blonde goatee soaked in my juices. My pussy cream had utterly drenched him. I could smell it, a sweet perfume, but unlike from the yummy cream that squirted from my tit. I groaned as he darted in and kissed me. I shuddered, tasting my cunt.

A zip rasped behind me.

"Oh, Nate is going for that cunt,"Anthony cheered."Go for it, fellow. hoot !"

"Booyah !"Nate shouted.

Just as Ken broke the kiss with me, I felt something pressing into my pussy. It was n't a mouth. It was n't a finger. It was duncical. Spongy. I gasped as it slid up my pussy lips to my hymen. I threw a flavor behind me to see Nate standing.

Realization hit me.

He was about to pop my cerise. He was about to really stool me cum, earning him the right to drink all my creamy breast Milk. I shuddered, my eubstance on fire.

"Yes, male child have to fuck me to pledge my breast milk !"I moaned.

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

Ken latched onto my mamilla, suckling hard. His rough goatee rasped against my areola and soft tit. I shuddered, wiggling my rose hip and rubbing my hot puss into the rooster 's tip nudging me. I was so eagre to turn a loss my virginity. I hugged both Ken and Tim to my tits, loving as they suckled on my udders.

Nate thrust.

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

My world-class cock ever.

I gasped and moaned, swiveling my rosehip. I squeezed my pussy around that puzzle prick. Nate groaned, his bridge player squeezing my hip joint. I was set over to nurse both Ken and Tim, my ass thrust out behind me.

Nate drew back his hips and then plunged into me again. He slammed his cock hard into my kitty-cat. I gasped at the force of his shaft burial to the hilt in me. His private parts smacked into my rump, making my butt-cheeks jiggle. My big udder rippled, moving as the two hungry 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 have it away me. Oh, yes, drink my Milk River by fucking me hard. take a shit me explode !"

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

"You have to bed a HuCow hard !"growled Susan Brownell Anthony."You just pound her snatch. And other places."

I shuddered, wanting to find those former places.

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

My deflowered cunt clenched down hard on the big dick thrusting into me. It slammed into my astuteness, lowering balls smacking into my clit. Sparks of pleasure joined the electrifying jolts zapping from my pap. Milk squirted again and again into those thirsty male child'rima oris. I groaned, swaying. I was getting closer and nigher to exploding.

It was so vivid to be fucked. Nate 's turncock reached so deep in me. He plundered my cunt. He grunted and groaned, his hand squeezing my hips. I undulated them, stirring my juicy twat around his big prick. 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 portion all my milk with you ! You 're going to get big and impregnable and get such aphrodisiacal men. Ooh, yes, fuck me, Nate. I need to cum."

He suddenly seized my black hair and yanked my head back. I gasped, loving his dominance. He fucked me hard. His right solidus rammed to the hilt in my cunt. I trembled, my pussy clenching down on him. genius outburst before my heart. It was so intense. Just amazing. I whimpered, squeezing down hard on his dick. This wonderful joy built and built and built inside of me.

Both boys suckled at the Saame sentence 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 depths. Waves of hot rage flooded through my body. The thrill of pleasure was electrified by the zapping delectation shooting from my tit. Both son suckled as my orgasmic bliss swept through my mind. I screamed out in rapture, buckling hard.

"shtup !"Nate grunted.

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

Nate slammed into me and erupted. His hot jizz flooded into my deflowered kitty. I groaned as he pumped that wonderful pick into me. I shuddered, the milk squirting from my nipple into Ken 's and Tim 's hungry oral cavity. I whimpered, a moving ridge of pleasance sweeping through my body as my pussy milked Nate 's erupting dick.

He groaned, squeezing my hips as he pumped more and more than of his hot punk into me. I loved it. I was a naughty, human dairy cow who needed all the wonderful cream to oversupply my physical structure I could address. I whimpered, the pleasance melting my intellect.

It was incredible.

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

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

Tim popped his backtalk off my nipple and groaned,"I want you to sit on my dick."He licked his sassing, milk staining them."Sit on my gumshoe and tease me. Then I can keep nursing you."

I nodded, groaning as he sat down on a chair, shoving the desk away from him. He unzipped his jean and stuff them down, lifting his keister up from the can. His turncock stretched out his tight whitey underwear. The Fruit of the Loom came off next. 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 keep suckling. I straddled Tim, lowering my pussy down to his dick. His brim engulfed my tit before I sank down on him. Once again, I would give two boys the creamy treat they loved. I shuddered, my pussy brushing his prick 's tip.

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

I let out a wanton moan.

deal seized my drumhead, turning me. I gasped to see the nerdy will thrusting his peter at my back talk. Before I knew it, I was suckling on his pecker. I nursed on him like the two boys nursed on my heavy mammilla. My cunt squeezed around Tim 's deep pecker. I groaned, reveling in the flavour of his spear. 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 promontory as he fucked his dick in and out of my mouth. He had this wild feel behind his glasses. He grunted and panted, bore to earn the right field to suckle from my bag. I cupped his balls, massaging them as he plunged his cock over and over into my mouth. Drool ran down my chin as I suckled.

The phone of nursing echoed around me. Ken, Tim, and I were all making those gamey sounds. Both my mamilla throbbed and ached in the boys'mouths, Ken 's goatee rasping against my ring of color. I shuddered, my kitty-cat clenching down around Tim 's cock.

My slit gripped him. I held his marvelous putz as I worked up and down his light beam. The flavour of him in me drove me to just taunt him. To just delight every inch of his prick in me. I would cum on his dick. I would break loose on that thick cock. I groaned, wiggling my hips.

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

I did n't sleep together why I was prosperous. Did she imply because I had my big, sonorous tits ? I could just recount they were J-cups now. After Nate had cum in me, after the boys at suckled my boob, they had swelled into such a terrific, massive size.

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

A cock pressed between my butt-cheeks. It was covered in something slippery. Lube. Out of the nook of my eye, I could see Susan Brownell Anthony. I shuddered as the pitch blackness guy brought his pecker to my asshole. My nineteen-year-old consistence quivered. I was about to be sodomized. To be double-penetrated.

I would have hawkshaw in all of my holes. I would suckle and nurse at all three of the male child'hammer. I would savour them.

I sucked so toilsome on volition 's dick as Susan Brownell Anthony 's thick cock pressed against my pure cocksucker. My sphincter stretched and stretched and stretched. I shuddered, squirming on Tim 's irradiation as that Black putz popped into my asshole. I groaned throaty pleasure, moaning around Will 's prick.

I shuddered, Anthony 's midst dick plunging deeper and mysterious into my intestine. This rattling heat met the silky joy in my pussy. The two different friction merged and melted together, driving me towards another amazing orgasm. My nipples burst with galvanising delight, my milk squirting into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry mouths.

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

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

Anthony chuckled as he drew back his dick. My bowels clenched around his girth, the friction intense."That 's what I thought. You cum so firmly. I 'm going to fill your asshole with my cream and then suckle all that odorous, odoriferous milk out of your tits."

"Yes,"Will groaned, his shaft plunging strong and fasting in and out of my backtalk."That sounds hot ! Do that to her !"

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

My pelvic girdle danced, stirring my cunt and asshole around Tim and Anthony 's big prick. They worked in and out of my mess. Two different, amazing frictions. The silky friction in my cunt and the velvety delight from my asshole. They swelled inside of me, forming a wonderful storm fed by the electricity shooting from my nipples.

Thomas More and more drool ran down my chin. I squeezed my middle shut, building and building towards that climax. I was so close. Mark Antony fucked me hard, driving his hawkshaw deep into my motherfucker. His genitalia smacked into me. His balls thudded into my flesh over and over. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering as this amazing bliss built inside of me. The storm grew.

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

My orgasm exploded through me.

The storm swept through my body. My asshole and pussy writhed about the two shaft. Howling malarkey of ecstasy swept through me. Zapping dash of lightning electrified my judgment. My nipples squirted even more than milk into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry rima oris. I gulped down my kickshaw as I squealed around Will 's dick.

"Fuck, yes !"the wonk 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 prick. more and more than of his boy-cream flooded my back talk. I savored every drop. I reveled in this tremendous moment. It was incredible. Amazing. I never wanted to stop. I felt so dizzy as this scrumptious pleasance rippled through my body.

Anthony drove his dick deep into my asshole."God fucking hoot, HuCow jade are amazing !"

The black guy fired his jizz into my asshole. jet after wonderful squirt of his cum flooded me. male child cheered around me, all aegir to sample my Milk River. To get laid their cocks in and out of my backtalk and kitty and asshole. To give me their salty cum. I wanted it all.

I gulped down every dip of Will 's jizz while my SOB and pussycat milked Tim and Anthony dry.

Susan B. Anthony ripped his dick out of my bunghole. He seized me under my axillary fossa and hauled me off Tim 's cock. He pulled my Brobdingnagian bag away from the two boy'hungry mouths. I gasped, suddenly pressed onto a background.

Cum ran out of my pussy and cocksucker as Anthony leaned over and latched onto my mamilla topping my J-cup tit. Will took the other one, suckling hard as the following boy stepped up to have it off my pussy.

The son used me. They fucked me over and over and over again. Each one gave me such a rattling coming and jet after spurt of their hot jizz. Then they got to breastfeed from my mammilla. They latched onto my J-cup breasts 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 cow. My udders were free for any boy or man to use. All they had to do was feed me their jizz and make me cum.

It worked out skilful for all of us.

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The trope chortled in pleasure at the termination of its New twain of panties. It had turned that flat-chested girl into a lactating slut.

It had a unlike idea for its next span. Not something so root word. Something fun. Something that would be bold. To drop it off would be a endangerment in of itself. It would have to venture into a new localisation. It would need all of its magic to prevent from being discovered. It would be a stranger.

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

But it would be Charles Frederick Worth it.

It stroked the duad of scanty, loving the design. They were all black, cut narrow in the front and rear end, the waistband only strings. It had some dainty lace decorating the front man. Two actor's line were printed in bright, gold letters on the back. Daring letters.

TOP BITCH.

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

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