Mind-Control panty

Story Thirteen HuCow 's Delicious Milk

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

preeminence : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The anatomy moved with comfort through the department store. It was excited to leave its flow couplet of panty behind in this fix. After the in conclusion one, Cherry Tart, had made Delilah White into a eternal Virgo, the flesh wanted to try another form of body modification. It had an theme for a delicious one. It was why the current pair of step-in looks so a good deal like the white and mordant shape of a dairy farm cow. There was a simple interrogative sentence written on the rear.

Got milk ?

The figure 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 wicked things it could do with this magic. This plot was exciting. It could n't await for that grand kick that imposing its will on its target would bring.

It could n't wait for the girl to try on these panty. She was just hone for it. It had found her, peering through the mist that fell from the waterfall in its lair. The perfective miss to be transformed.

The shoppers in the huge box store paid no attentiveness to the figure. It slipped between them, almost flowing like fantasm. Nonde*********** and unremarkable shadows. Its true form was perfectly alien, but they did n't see it as anything More than the background. Their eyes slid across the name to gaze 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 public figure cared. It just wanted to overeat its own luxuria for mischief.

The anatomy reached its destination : the Junior Miss division. It was for girls who were ten to thirteen to shop at. Of trend, its target was quondam than that. Not that she looked it. That 's what made her everlasting. On a rack holding brassiere that were little more than trainers, it draped the panty.

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

It trembled in anticipation. It could experience its fair game coming closer and closer to the section.

Abigail hart hated having to go to the Junior Miss section store for her clothes. She was xix. Nineteen and four infantry eleven ! She looked like a twelve-year-old young woman and had the chest to match. She barely qualified as an A-cup. She kept hoping and hoping her breasts would acquire, but zero seemed to work. Not any of the apocryphal ideas she 'd gotten off the Internet— she 'd drunk whole milk every day for a year and had zippo to register for it—nor did the suggestions from her supporter.

She played with her nipple when she masturbated.

She secretly bought a titty pump and placed it over her minuscule buds, hoping the sucking would farm them.

She wanted them to be bigger. She 'd square off for a B-cup. Something more than the little mosquito bites she currently had. Something that would seduce her look anything close to her age.

Because of her childish frame, she was suspicious of any guy who wanted to date her. They were always such pervs. The eternal rest of the boys wanted missy with big breasts. Huge honkers. The type of lush sweaters pillows they could cuddle up to.

It was n't clean. Her mother was n't flat-chested. Her mother had tits. 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 laborious to keep believing that.

She sighed when she reached the bra section. She hated having to shop here. She could n't get anything sexy. She was n't even sure enough why she bothered. Like I need any reenforcement, she thought. The solitary matter that had developed were teat. They were getting full-grown. When they got hard, they were noticeable. And that just embarrassed her. At least a grooming 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 shape on them. She frowned, her finger's breadth sliding over the missive. A tingle rippled through her. opinion 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 teller. The prickling coursed through her body the entire time. The cashier felt it, too. They went through the motions of her paying, but at no level had any barcode been scanned nor had any money been exchanged. After all, the panty 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 coach had learned that.

Then Abigail was out the door and heading home with strange approximation of magnanimous mammaries, heavy udder, filling her young mind.

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Abigail Hart




I stared down at my savorless chest and shook my head. Every dawning, I hoped that something would happen.

That there would be some amount of growth that would 've happened overnight. They were barely Thomas More than prominence. My nipple had developed nicely, my areolas wide, my stub midst. When erect, they thrust out fairly far. There were girls my age, like Courtney, with tits much bigger who did n't have teat half my sizing. It was so unfair.

I 'd rather have small nipple and huge titty 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 human foot tall. At 19, I 'd given up hope of gaining any to a greater extent altitude. I would forever be short. My mother had 3 inch on me and D cups to boot. Why had genetics abandoned me ?

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

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

God, she must be as grandiloquent as me, and she had monumental bosom. I could be like her. In my dreams, I was.

I stepped into the panties and groaned as that tingle raced up my thighs. I wiggled my pelvic arch, my figure electrified. So incredible. My nipples hardened. The naughty itch formed in my pussy. Huge mammaries danced in my mind. Just the biggest, softest booby. It made me want to wank. To get out the breast pump and finger my slit while stimulating my nipple.

But I had to get to my college.

I smoothed the Black and Edward Douglas White Jr. panties over my rear and then traced the sash around to the nominal head. They fit perfectly. I kinda liked the feeling. Like I was a dairy farm cow. I could be a homo cow with big bag just full of creamy milk.

Milk ?

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

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

I thought her name was Hitomi J-cup.

Gosh, she was so lucky.

I sighed, my fingers smoothing down the figurehead of the pantie. My nipples continued to tingle. I glanced down at them, fat and long, the perfect size nubs for adult female with big breasts. It was like they were taunting me. I hissed in frustration and grabbed my training bra. I lifted it up and an exasperate fire burned in my belly. It was something for a piddling fille to wear.

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

At least my nipples were developed.

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

All the boys loved her.

I buttoned up my jean and zipped up my fly. I slipped on my ankle wind sock and popped my ft into my tennis brake shoe. I snagged my bookbag and purse, made sure I had my cell speech sound, and then I was out of my bedchamber. I grabbed a pop cocotte from the toaster and nibbled on as I headed out the straw man door. The sun was bright, shining. I felt it warming my skin as I headed to the college, this tingling rippled around my mammilla. I knew I should 've worn a bra. I was feeling the textile of my shirt rubbing against my inwardness. It was making me excited. I was getting wet.

Gosh, that was embarrassing.

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

What ? Had they never seen a dead fair sex ?

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

I reached my college, the city buses dropping off some students, other college students driving their own cars or walking in like me. A flood of them was heading towards the front door. They were all taller than me. It was the worst. Everywhere I went, I was the little person. My feet smacked on the pavement, my purse swinging off my articulatio humeri, 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 alcoholic sweater puppies she always was showing off. She wore a top so stringent that it molded to her breast. On top of that, she had a plunging neckline that went so low it showed off a hint of the lace of her bra.

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

"Wait, Abigail,"she called after, I was just so angry. I marched into the independent building and ignored her and her big mammaries.

Everyone was looking at me. It made the frisson in my nipples worse. I felt so knockout and throbbing right now. I could just feel the textile of my purple T-shirt molding to them. Teasing my stub. Everyone stared at me. They had to know that I was aroused.

My cheeks burned as I stalked through the school.

"Uh, you know your leaking,"said Sir David Bruce. He was a marvellous guy, over six substructure, so he loomed over me. He had brown haircloth and a soul maculation on his Chin. He was on the basketball game team, a handsome guy. My heart fluttered a slight. He had a heavy smile and this kind of dashing look in his eyes.

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

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

I stared down at my chest of drawers and ...

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

"I have breasts,"I gasped. They were belittled, little more than budding mounds. But they were big than they were when I left my firm. 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 mind. I had milk. Breast milk.

chill raced out of my panties. My deal grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up my torso. Right there in the hallway, not caring that former 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 breasts. I gazed at them in awe. They had a flesh to them, a perky resolution. And there, beading from my nipples, was white milk.

"Good Shepherd, 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 homo milk before."

Other students were watching as the tall David Bruce knelt down. Even kneeling he had the height to give my white meat. I groaned as his custody gripped my face. Then his lips nuzzled into my nipple. I gasped as he latched onto my good nub. He sealed his sass about my fat nipple, his lip pressing warm against my areola.

He suckled.

Tingles raced through my consistency as I felt the Milk squirting out of my nipple into his mouth. I groaned, my hands balling tight. It felt so mystify. My teat felt connected straight to my pussycat. My cunt clenched as lots as my fists, drinking in the exciting sense experience of my Milk squirting out of my nub.

He suckled again, groaning as he tasted my breasts milk. A wicked chill ran through me. More cream beaded on my other 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 into my mouth. I tasted my creamy breast Milk River. It was sweeter than cow 's milk. sporty, I popped my dactyl out of my mouth. My tongue ran over the roof of my sassing as I savored the flavor. It had a melony aftertaste. Something almost like cantaloup. I groaned, smacking my lips.

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

I nodded."Oh, please restrain suckling."

Around us, our fellow classmates were watching. Bruce sucked my go out nipple back into his oral fissure, latching onto that fat nub. I groaned as he suckled, my milk squirting into his mouth. Both his hands slid up my physical structure to cup my titty.

He kneaded and massaged my little cumulus. I gasped as a stream of white nip from my right nipple and soared over his shoulder to splash 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 current squirting harder into his backtalk while my right nipple erupted with More of my Edward White ointment. This clip, I cupped my hand before my compensate tit and savored the hot Milk River splashing against my tegument. I shuddered at the sight of my creamy treat pooling in the palm of my mitt. I brought it up to my mouth, eager to taste more of it.

I sucked it into my sassing, the howling treat bursting to lifespan across my sense of taste buds.

So sweet.

I licked at my ribbon, loving every suggestion I could determine. My other hand was already covering my mamilla, getting drenched as he squeezed again, my nipple squirting. astragal of hot milk ran across my hand. I quickly brought it up to my rima oris, licking and lapping and savoring my creamy kickshaw. I could n't emaciate a single free fall of it.

It was too good.

I trembled, my pelvic arch wiggling as he kneaded my knocker and nursed from me. My pussy was on flack. I kept licking smart cream off my thenar, switching my hired hand, loving it. I groaned, the chill racing from my cunt, maybe from my panties. They surged up and up to my bosom to make me into a delightful human being cow. I shuddered, my creamy dainty flooding Bruce 's mouth.

"Are her mammilla getting bigger ?"a daughter asked.

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

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

I shrugged, not indisputable what to say. Then I stared down at my tits and gasped. The comments around me faded as I stared at my titty. milk was squirting wastefully from my right nipple as I shuddered at the sight of my boobs. They were bigger than A-cups now.

They were B-Cups.

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

Bruce suckled and then groaned. For once, I did n't palpate that naughty shudder caused by the Milk River squirting out of my pap. He popped his mouth off, shaking his brain. Then he darted over to my right-hand nipple. He latched on and suckled hard. I gasped as a hot squirt of milk flooded his sass. But when he nursed a second metre, nothing.

"You drained me,"I moaned, staring at my round, perky tits. They were incredible and now had book. A wonderful bod. As Sir David Bruce popped his lips off my pap and released my breast, I shuddered. I cupped them for a moment, kneading them.

"Those are a skillful yoke of breast,"said Anthony, a tall, Negro guy with a shaved head."darn mulct bosom. I never noticed you have those before, Abigail."

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

I shook my principal, pulling down my shirt. I had utterly no idea how this had happened. Could it be because of the pantie ? Just because I said that wonderful doubt printed on the back, Got Milk River ? It was so foolish. Neither step-in nor saying a phrasal idiom could let turned me into a human being dairy cow. They would n't get my tits to well and give me creamy milk for all the boys to enjoy.

I groaned as I slid my shirt over my tits. With them swelled up, the purple cloth squeezed even tighter around my mammaries. The cotton-poly blending hugged to those big breasts and my hard nipples, and the hem no longer went down past the waistcloth of my jean. It just touched it. Barely keeping my belly covered.

I felt amazing as I strolled forward. My puss was juicy. If I did n't make a category to get to, I would do something about it. My breasts had a wonderful bounce to them as I moved through the mansion. My classmates were staring at me.

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

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

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

I finally had melon vine. Hooters. Delicious sweater puppies. Sure, they were n't the biggest, but they were such an improvement. I felt like a million dollar bill as I headed into my starting time class. My professor, Mr. Abernathy, blinked at the visual modality of my tits. He had this hungry look in his oculus as I sat down in the front row. I grinned at him, arching my back to push up out my new tit at him.

I could assure he loved my babies.

It was so surd not to encounter with my nipples during class. I just wanted to pluck them. To touch them. They kept tingling as the fabric of my T-shirt caressed them. I loved how my tits moved. My slit was hot, making me squirm which made my breasts jiggle all the time. Poor Mr. Abernathy kept stumbling through his lecture. He was paying more care 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 group of guy hovering around me. They were so cunning. They were all staring at me, talking and elbowing each early, muttering about how I 'd nursed Bruce. They were all so amazing. I loved it. I had this wonderful bounce to my footstep, making my boobies saltation for all the delectation of the boys. I had never felt better about myself in my life.

I was a man cow and loved it.

I entered my next class and there was Susan B. Anthony. He was sitting in the back, his head turning over to look at me. His center flicked up and down my figure. The Black guy rubbed his hand across the shaved head."Are you 're tits a little gravid than they were ?"

I glanced down and groaned in delectation. They did look bigger. They looked like they were C-cups now. A little R. Buckminster Fuller, little libertine. I could state by the slight strip show of pelt between the bottom of my t-shirt and the waistband of my jeans, proving that I 'd grown in volume.

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

I grinned, seeing the lilliputian white spot growing where my hard nubs pressed into the t-shirt 's material."surmisal so."

"So, you got any milk for me."

Got ... milk ...

I ripped up my shirt right there before his desk. My C-cup boob bounced out with this wondrous careen to them. Milky whiteness beaded on both pinkish meat."Of course I do."I flicked my center up and down his strapping form."You got anything for me ?"

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

"wellspring, it has its reinforcement,"I said, cupping my lush C-cup titties. I shook them at him, a repellant smiling on my lip. My kitty-cat clenched, my juice soaking the dairy-cow-pattern panties.

His dark hands took my own hand 's billet. He squeezed my tits. I shuddered, loving the way his glowering fingerbreadth massaged my boobs. He gave them both a good squeeze, causing my Milk to squirt out and squish his thorax. The little droplets soaked into his dark-green t-shirt, a bit of emollient beading on the impress logo.

"Damn, you 're just a squirter."

I blushed, knowing what he meant. I was n't that often of a Virgo."wellspring, you just arrive at me wet."

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

Anthony leaned down and he sucked on my leftfield nipple. I groaned as his nighttime sassing sealed about my fat, pink nub. He suckled and my howling milk flowed into his backtalk. I groaned as his custody slid down my tummy. His fingers stroked lower and crushed, teasing me.

I gasped as his fingerbreadth brushed my bellybutton and dipped into the small divot. I groaned as he swirled around inside of it, teasing me. Then he went glower. His digit traveled down and down and down until he reached the waistcloth of my jeans. He stroked across the denim, his hand brushing my fastener.

grab !

I groaned as he shoved his mitt into my pants. My fly rasped opened, the slide fastener moving downward. I shuddered, his cheeks hollowing as he suckled hard. My milk squirted into his hungry mouth, sending trembles shooting down to my snatch. His fingers dipped into the waistband of those blue scanty. He slid through my bush.

Went lower.

I gasped as he cupped my virgin pussy. I felt his middle fingerbreadth sliding up and down my wet snatch. I shuddered, this pleasure rippling through me. Everyone was watching as he fingered my Virgo the Virgin snatch, sending such gamy pleasure rippling through me.

My arms went around his headland, cradling the sexy total darkness guy to my round breasts. I closed my center, loving him nursing at my nipple. He stroked me. His finger moved up and down, teasing my labia. His match coaxed out my footling clit from its punk. I gasped as it burst with flicker from the first time he touched me.

I gasped in joy, shuddering as he rubbed that niggling bud for a here and now. His finger's breadth danced along as he suckled. My Milk squirted into his sass. He nursed with such hunger. I trembled, my juices soaking his digits.

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

He sucked with force. His sassing engulfed more and more of my areola. My Milk fired into his sassing. Every clock time he nursed, joy jolted down to my kitty-cat. My cunt clenched, drinking in the lightning while electric arc flared from my clit. The two different sense mixed and swirled inside of my cunt.

"darn, those bosom are amazing,"groaned Tim.

"Yeah,"Will croaked.

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

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

I shuddered and opened my eyes. I groaned in delight as I stared down. My tits were growing fuller. They were expanding as he nursed. It was a elusive modification, but I could just see their enhanced growth. They were beat and full, heavy. I could experience the shifting in my posture as I adjusted myself to the increased weight of my mammaries.

"I 'm growing big bag,"I groaned in pleasure."I am becoming a homo dairy cow !"

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

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

I whimpered, my pap throbbing. Susan Anthony 's fingers slid up and down my puss. I felt my 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 mouth off my go forth teat and darted over to the right. He rubbed at my clit, sparks bursting through me. I whimpered, my right-hand pap spare sensitive from waiting to be drained. It burst with pleasure as my milk squirted into his oral cavity. Anthony groaned as he swallowed that wonderful treat.

I stroked his bald-shaved head. I caressed him, loving the feel of his blockheaded lips wrapped around my nipple. The amount of sucking he created was incredible. My juices flowed out of me. I whimpered and groaned.

"Oh, yes,"I panted.

His pollex started rubbing at my clit while his fingers massaged my labia. He ran up and down the folds of my bitch, teasing me. It was unbelievable. So intense. I just knew I was going to burst. I was going to hold such an amazing orgasm.

I loved being a man dairy cow. I loved nursing aphrodisiac hombre. Mark Antony suckled with such thirst. His left hand grabbed my right tit, squeezing. I felt my milk squirting out of my nipple and into his mouth with such force.

I gasped, the pleasure swelling inside of me. I could n't look at much more of this. His pollex rubbed my clit. His sassing nursed at my nipple. His fingers caressed my labia. They danced up and down my snatch, brushing my virginal membrane. He stroked all my naughty bits.

"Anthony !"I howled.

"Oh, yes, that 's incredible !"

I came.

My succus gushed out, bathing his helping hand. wavelet of pleasure flowed through my dead body. He kept sucking. Nursing. My teat throbbed and ached, sending more wafture of rapture flooding through my body. The bliss poured over my mind, drowning my thoughts.

It was incredible. Stars burst before my eyes. My nous tossed from side to side, my black fuzz dancing about my shoulder. My remaining chest swayed, moving with a heavy weight unit. I gasped, Susan Anthony kneading my tit, milking me as he suckled.

My clit throbbed and ached beneath his massaging thumb.

"Yes, yes, Anthony !"I moaned."Drain my Milk ! waste pipe me dry !"

My titmouse were even heavy now. I had to ingest Double D 's now. I now had tits as big as my mother. I groaned and gasped, the delight reaching that wonderful pinnacle of disco biscuit. I hit it as he suckled out the finally of my titty milk. I groaned, a final shudder racing through me. Then I was panting. Gasping. I shook my head, dizzy from the pleasure.

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

He held up his fingers, soaked in my succus. I smelled a sweetness scent ; my own arousal. I shuddered as he popped his fingers into his sassing, 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 double-dyed. I loved it. I hoped they would get bigger.

J-cups, here I come !

Panting, I thrust up my dungaree. I headed to my fundament, my large tit jiggling and swaying with my every movement. I sat down and smiled as I watched them spring at the freighter of my imaginativeness. These were everything I wanted. Maybe they would grow adult and I would get my J-cups. I struggled to concentre on the lesson, to grow my education, but all I could think about was milk.

Creamy, clean, sweet chest milk. I could feel the delight slowly filling my boob. I was generating more than and more. My monolithic udders were getting ready to nurse to a greater extent male child. They needed it. They had to imbibe my marvelous delight. So incredible. I would give them all my creamy treats.

I could n't wait.

I kept my manus clasped tight together throughout the moral. It was hard not to wiggle. I was getting hot and excited again, too. Getting fingered while nursing Marcus Antonius was amazing. I would deliver to take a firm stand that all the male child do affair to please me to get my Milk River.

I bit my low-toned lip, my T-shirt flavour tighter and tighter. When I looked down, I knew my tit were gravid. They were swelling and swelling, becoming those monolithic udders that I craved. Soon, they would be big enough to lactate permanently. Every boy or man would enjoy my milk as a great deal as they wanted.

Lactophiles would adore me.

I bit my bring down lip in anticipation.

Soon class was over. I stood up quickly just so my tits would bounce up and down. My jersey was riding up high and higher as they grew swelled and enceinte. It was turning into a belly shirt. Soon, would it even be able to constrain my tits ?

Would I even need a shirt ?

I sauntered through the residence hall, my hips swaying. My waist was a little curvier, too. Little to a greater extent womanly. I might be little, but no female child in my college had tits handsome than me now. The boys swarmed around me. They were staring at my tits, looking for that first planetary house of wetness. They were bore for my milk to fully come back in. They wanted to nurse from me.

It was so incredible. I had such a immense smiling on my face as I entered my succeeding course of study. My titty bounced and jiggled, my nipples aching. Throbbing. They were filling up with all that pleasant-tasting milk. All the delights for the boys to relish. Nursing them all would be unbelievable.

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

His eyes flicked down to my boobs. He licked his back talk."Got milk for me ?"

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

It was just in the way. v

I sauntered up to him, my tits jiggling. He turned in his seat, athirst. I gasped as he seized my right white meat and swallowed my nipple. His whiskers rubbed against my silky figure in my medium areola. I whimpered at the rasping sensation.

I shivered as he suckled.

My tit Milk River fired into his mouth. It splashed as he suckled and nursed with force. My toes curled. My pussy clenched. Such a wicked and wanton wave of joy shot through me. It was incredible. Just what I craved. What I needed. I groaned, biting my depressed lip as the pleasance swelled and swelled inside of me.

I needed to be touched so bad.

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

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

I watched them grow. They went from F-cups to H-cups. I quivered, just two stride away from what I wanted to be. My white meat were sullen now. They were fully of so a good deal milk. The two boys were so hungry, suckling on me. I shuddered, wiggling my rosehip. My pussycat was just on fire.

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

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

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

I could n't conceive I was saying those Word of God, but my step-in tingled around me. I needed to be devoured. My Virgin kitty-cat needed Sir Thomas More than just digit. Ken groaned, licking his backtalk and brushing those golden Curl surrounding his backtalk.

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

"Yes,"I moaned.

I cradled both Nate and Tim to my tits as Ken yanked down my dungaree. He ripped them off my hindquarters and down my second joint. They bunched around my mortise joint, my pussy clenching in anticipation. Every suckle from the two lump nursing on me sent pleasure shooting down to my pussy.

"hoot, you 're wearing the right sort of panty, are n't you ?"said Ken."I ca n't wait to try your milk."

"I 'll make enough for everyone,"I moaned, knowing it to be true up. I could feel it filling my tits faster than the two boys could suckle it out. My human bag would just deliver enough creamy kickshaw for all the boy. I quivered, trembling as Ken dragged down my step-in, exposing my ass and cunt to everyone.

"tinker's damn, she might cause the peak of a short girl, but that nates is mature,"groaned Ken.

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

I shuddered as Ken kissed down the curve of my buns and dipped between my thigh. He nuzzled into my pussy. I gasped, his tongue flicking across my virgin slit. 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 hungriness.

I trembled, my orgasm building and building.

Ken squeezed my stern as he fluttered his glossa up and down my slit. Ken licked up my succus. I could finger them dripping out of me, another afters and creamy treat for the son to enjoy. He brushed my clitoris, sparks bursting from it just like bliss zapped from my mammilla. I groaned, loving every moment of this. My toes curled in my horseshoe, my pussy 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 pilus trembling about my naked berm."Oh, Ken, you 're going to get so a great deal milk. Just pee-pee me cum. clout my pussy and make me explode."

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

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

I had three male child suckling on me. Both my nipples and my clit throbbed and ached. They all sent such wondrous sparks of pleasure shooting through me. My mamilla spurted their milk into the two boys'hungry mouths. They gulped it down, their secure hands kneading my growing tits.

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

I was coming closer and closemouthed to my orgasm. Ken 's goatee rasped against my pussy lips through my George H.W. Bush. His clapper fluttered against my virgin folds, pressing on my hymen. He lapped up my sweet cream while the two early boys nursed on my sweet Milk River. They gulped it down with such thirst. They were swelling my breasts larger and larger.

I just knew I would gain J-cups.

I would receive those big boobies just like I wanted. scrumptious bag. 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 take Nate 's place. Just restrain licking me. I need an orgasm. It 's so hot nursing you sexy boys."

"I ca n't wait to ready you cum,"groaned Mark 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 hunger.

"You 'll get your fortune !"I moaned."You 'll all get your chance !"

Ken latched onto my clit again. He sucked hard, his goatee rubbing against my slit lips. I shuddered, trembling. Both my nipples throbbed while Tim sucked at the Saami clip. My milk squirted into their mouths, sending dual jolts of lightning zapping down to my snatch. My vestal bozo became electrify. I gasped, the stream of bliss rushing through me.

I came.

My cunt convulsed and spasmed. I felt my juices gushing out of me. They flowed, spilling into Ken 's hungry lip. He licked and lapped up my perfumed ointment while my breast Milk River continued to course into Nate 's and Tim 's hungry maws. I shuddered, the sparks zapping through my mind.

adept danced before my eyes.

I shuddered, my entire eubstance convulsing. My hands grabbed my heavy tit, squeezing out my milk into Nate 's and Tim 's suckling backtalk. I whimpered, my fountainhead shaking. It was so skillful. So wonderful.

"shuffling that HuCow slut cum !"Antony shouted.

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

"Yeah, make her cum, then you can booze her pleasant-tasting, creamy Milk River. I ca n't expect to milk her bag !"

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

Nate ripped his mouth off my nipple. Some of my creamy Milk River had spilled down into his dark goatee. He grinned at me, nodding."I 'll trade, Ken."

Ken ripped his mouth from my slit. His hands gave my ass a final squeeze then he rose."Her puss is all yours."

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

I gasped at the visual modality of his blonde goatee soaked in my juices. My puss cream had utterly drenched him. I could smell it, a sweet aroma, but unlike from the luscious pick that squirted from my nipples. I groaned as he darted in and kissed me. I shuddered, tasting my cunt.

A zipper rasped behind me.

"Oh, Nate is going for that twat,"Susan Brownell Anthony cheered."Go for it, sheik. Damn !"

"Booyah !"Nate shouted.

Just as Ken broke the buss with me, I felt something pressing into my pussy. It was n't a oral fissure. It was n't a finger. It was thick. Spongy. I gasped as it slid up my pussycat sassing to my hymen. I threw a face behind me to see Nate standing.

actualisation hit me.

He was about to pop my cherry. He was about to really make me cum, earning him the right to imbibe all my creamy tit milk. I shuddered, my body on fire.

"Yes, male child have to make love me to drink my breast Milk River !"I moaned.

Every boy in the classroom cheered their excitement. It was a damage they were all more than willing to pay to pledge my milk.

Ken latched onto my teat, suckling hard. His rough goatee rasped against my areola and flabby tit. I shuddered, wiggling my pelvic girdle and rubbing my hot twat into the cock 's tip nudging me. I was so aegir to lose my virginity. I hugged both Ken and Tim to my tits, loving as they suckled on my udders.

Nate thrust.

I groaned, my nipples both bursting with sparks of pleasance as my maidenhead stretched and stretched. Pain flared, meeting the electrifying seventh heaven flowing from my mammilla. I trembled. Then my cerise popped. His cock slammed to the hilt in me. My eye widened I was suddenly filled with a Brobdingnagian dick.

My first prick ever.

I gasped and moaned, swiveling my hips. I squeezed my snatch around that mystify cock. Nate groaned, his bridge player squeezing my pelvic arch. I was bent grass over to nurse both Ken and Tim, my ass push out behind me.

Nate drew back his rose hip and then plunged into me again. He slammed his cock hard into my puss. I gasped at the force of his dick burial to the hilt in me. His fork smacked into my rump, making my butt-cheeks jiggle. My big bag rippled, moving as the two hungry boys nursed at them.

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

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

"You have to sleep together a HuCow hard !"growled Susan Anthony."You just pound sign her cunt. And other places."

I shuddered, wanting to find out those other places.

My tit throbbed and ached with more intensity. Being filled with Nate 's cock made nursing my two boys even better. I hugged them to my big bosom, loving as they swelled them towards being monumental J-cups. I trembled, whimpering. Every thrusting of Nate 's shaft and suckle of those hungry sassing brought me closer and closer to that tremendous orgasm.

My deflowered cunt clenched down hard on the big dick thrusting into me. It slammed into my astuteness, heavy balls smacking into my button. Sparks of delight joined the electrifying jolts zapping from my tit. Milk squirted again and again into those hungry boys'sass. I groaned, swaying. I was getting closer and closer to exploding.

It was so vivid to be fucked. Nate 's cock reached so deeply in me. He plundered my cunt. He grunted and groaned, his hand squeezing my hips. I undulated them, stirring my juicy goof around his big pecker. The harder he thrust into my 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 backbreaking. I want to share all my Milk 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 black whisker and yanked my drumhead back. I gasped, loving his ascendancy. He fucked me hard. His powerful strokes rammed to the hilt in my snatch. I trembled, my kitty-cat clenching down on him. Stars burst before my eyes. It was so intense. Just amazing. I whimpered, squeezing down hard on his cock. This marvellous pleasure built and built and built inside of me.

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

It was what I needed. I exploded.

My puss convulsed and writhed about Nate 's cock. He grunted, fucking into my spasming profundity. Waves of hot passion flooded through my eubstance. The rush of pleasure was electrified by the zapping delight shooting from my mamilla. Both boys suckled as my orgasmic walking on air swept through my judgment. I screamed out in rapture, buckling hard.

"Fuck !"Nate grunted.

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

Nate slammed into me and erupted. His hot jizz flooded into my deflowered pussycat. I groaned as he pumped that marvellous cream into me. I shuddered, the milk squirting from my nipples into Ken 's and Tim 's hungry mouths. I whimpered, a wave of pleasure sweeping through my consistency as my pussy milked Nate 's erupting dick.

He groaned, squeezing my hips as he pumped Sir Thomas More and more than of his hot spunk into me. I loved it. I was a naughty, human dairy cow who needed all the wonderful cream to deluge my consistence I could deal. I whimpered, the pleasance melting my psyche.

It was incredible.

"piece of ass,"groaned Nate."You 're up, Tim. You got to make her cum to pay for that sweet milk you 've been drinking.

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

Tim popped his mouthpiece off my nipple and groaned,"I want you to sit on my dick."He licked his lips, milk staining them."Sit on my dick and ride 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 blue jean and shove them down, lifting his rump up from the seat. His cock stretched out his rigorous honkie underwear. The Fruit of the Loom came off future. There he was, his big hawkshaw unveiled. My cum-filled pussy clenched.

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

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

I let out a wanton moan.

Hands seized my head, turning me. I gasped to see the nerdy Will thrusting his peter at my mouth. Before I knew it, I was suckling on his prick. I nursed on him like the two boys nursed on my sound mamilla. My pussy squeezed around Tim 's thick dick. I groaned, reveling in the flavour of his shaft. I slid up and down him, my snatch clinging to him, the friction incredible.

I moaned around that dick in my mouth.

volition groaned, his hands gripping my chief as he fucked his dick in and out of my rima oris. He had this wild look behind his glasses. He grunted and panted, eager to realise the right to suckle from my udders. I cupped his balls, massaging them as he plunged his dick over and over into my mouth. boloney ran down my chin as I suckled.

The sounds of nursing echoed around me. Ken, Tim, and I were all making those naughty strait. Both my teat throbbed and ached in the boys'back talk, Ken 's goatee rasp against my ring of color. I shuddered, my pussy clenching down around Tim 's dick.

My snatch gripped him. I held his wonderful cock as I worked up and down his shaft. The look of him in me drove me to just ride him. To just enjoy every in of his shaft in me. I would cum on his dick. I would explode on that thick pecker. I groaned, wiggling my hips.

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

I did n't cognise why I was favourable. Did she have in mind because I had my big, heavy mammilla ? I could just evidence they were J-cups now. After Nate had cum in me, after the boys at breastfeed my tits, they had swelled into such a wonderful, massive sizing.

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

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

I would make prick in all of my yap. I would lactate and nurse at all three of the son'cocks. I would savor them.

I sucked so hard on Will 's dick as Antonius 's thick peter pressed against my virgin whoreson. My sphincter stretched and stretched and stretched. I shuddered, squirming on Tim 's shaft as that black rooster popped into my arsehole. I groaned throaty pleasure, moaning around Will 's motherfucker.

I shuddered, Mark Anthony 's thick dick plunging recondite and deeper into my bowels. This grand heat met the silky delight in my kitty. The two dissimilar clash merged and melted together, driving me towards another amazing sexual climax. My nipples burst with electric delight, my milk squirting into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry mouths.

"Will and I will flood you with cum, HuCow slut,"growled Antony as he bottoms out in my intestine."Goddamn, you 're fucking tight. You 're just a niggling dairy farm slovenly woman, are n't you ?"

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

Susan 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 hard. I 'm going to fill your asshole with my cream and then suckle all that sweet, sweet milk out of your tits."

"Yes,"testament groaned, his cock plunging hard and fast in and out of my mouth."That sounds hot ! Do that to her !"

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

My hips danced, stirring my slit and asshole around Tim and Anthony 's big dicks. They worked in and out of my cakehole. Two different, amazing frictions. The silky friction in my cunt and the velvety delight from my arse. 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 optic shut, construction and building towards that climax. I was so close. Anthony fucked me hard, driving his shaft deep into my asshole. His crotch smacked into me. His musket ball thudded into my figure over and over. I shuddered, my optic fluttering as this amazing bliss built inside of me. The tempest grew.

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

My climax exploded through me.

The storm swept through my body. My asshole and pussy writhed about the two dicks. Howling winds of transport swept through me. Zapping thunderbolt of lightning electrified my mind. My nipples squirted even more milk into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry mouth. I gulped down my delicacy as I squealed around Will 's dick.

"screwing, yes !"the nerd groaned. Then his salty pick flooded my mouth.

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

Mark Antony drove his dick trench into my cocksucker."God fucking damn, HuCow sluts are amazing !"

The disastrous guy fired his jizz into my cocksucker. Spurt after wonderful jet of his cum flooded me. Boys cheered around me, all eager to try out my milk. To fuck their cocks in and out of my mouth and kitty-cat and asshole. To give me their salty cum. I wanted it all.

I gulped down every drop of testament 's jizz while my prick and pussy milked Tim and Anthony dry.

Anthony ripped his shaft 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 boy'hungry sass. I gasped, suddenly pressed onto a desktop.

Cum ran out of my kitty and prick as Anthony leaned over and latched onto my teat topping my J-cup tit. Will took the early one, suckling hard as the adjacent boy stepped up to bang my pussy.

The boys used me. They fucked me over and over and over again. Each one gave me such a wonderful climax and spurt after spurt of their hot jizz. Then they got to breastfeed from my bosom. They latched onto my J-cup breast 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 udder were free for any boy or man to use. All they had to do was pass on me their jizz and have me cum.

It worked out best for all of us.

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The figure chortled in delectation at the solvent of its newest span of panties. It had turned that flat-chested girl into a give suck slut.

It had a dissimilar idea for its succeeding pair. Not something so ultra. Something fun. Something that would be bold. To drop it off would be a risk in of itself. It would take in to speculation into a new location. It would demand all of its legerdemain to celebrate from being discovered. It would be a stranger.

Trespassing. That was life-threatening for its sort. If it were caught ...

But it would be worth it.

It stroked the pair of panties, loving the design. They were all smuggled, cut narrow in the battlefront and buttocks, the waistband only strings. It had some dainty lace decorating the battlefront. Two words were printed in bright, gold letters on the book binding. dare letters.

TOP BITCH.

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

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