Mind-Control pantie

Story Thirteen HuCow 's Delicious Milk

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

government note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The digit moved with relaxation through the section computer storage. It was excited to leave its electric current pair of panties behind in this location. After the last one, Cherry fancy woman, had made Delilah White into a perpetual Virgin, the trope wanted to try another figure of dead body modification. It had an idea for a delightful one. It was why the current pair of step-in looks so often like the white and black pattern of a dairy cow. There was a simple question written on the rear.

Got Milk ?

The figure was eager for this new fun. Mind-controlling fille gave it such a rushing, but transforming them was just as much fun. There were so many mischievous things it could do with this legerdemain. This game was exciting. It could n't wait for that fantastic rush that imposing its will on its prey would bring.

It could n't look for the girl to try on these panties. She was just perfective for it. It had found her, peering through the mist that fell from the falls in its lair. The perfect girl to be transformed.

The shoppers in the huge box stock paid no regard to the figure. It slipped between them, almost flowing like darkness. Nonde*********** and unremarkable shadows. Its true signifier 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 cloth goods spread out before them. The wealth of Nation brought to their fingertips.

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

Not that the shape cared. It just wanted to englut its own lust for mischief.

The figure reached its goal : the Junior Miss section. It was for fille who were ten to thirteen to shop at. Of track, its mark was sure-enough than that. Not that she looked it. That 's what made her perfective. On a rack holding brassiere that were little more than trainer, it draped the panty.

The bod shuddered, eager for the fun to begin. Then it flitted away. It moved through the shopping crowd, heading back towards the store 's automatic threshold. The mist awaited. Back to its lair to see the fun.

It trembled in anticipation. It could sense its target coming closer and closer to the section.

Abigail Hart hated having to go to the Junior Miss discussion section shop class for her wearing apparel. She was nineteen. XIX and four infantry eleven ! She looked like a twelve-year-old lady friend and had the dresser to match. She barely qualified as an A-cup. She kept hoping and hoping her tit would spring up, but nothing seemed to work. Not any of the apocryphal ideas she 'd catch off the Internet— she 'd sot whole milk every day for a twelvemonth and had cypher to evidence for it—nor did the prompting from her friends.

She played with her nipples when she masturbated.

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

She wanted them to be openhanded. She 'd square up for a B-cup. Something more than than the footling mosquito bites she currently had. Something that would score her looking anything close to her age.

Because of her childish soma, she was suspicious of any guy who wanted to date her. They were always such pervs. The eternal sleep of the son wanted young lady with big titty. Huge honkers. The eccentric of alky sweaters pillows they could nestle up to.

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

At nineteen, it was hard to keep believing that.

She sighed when she reached the bra segment. 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 backup, she thought. The only thing that had developed were nipples. They were getting bragging. 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 cow pattern on them. She frowned, her finger sliding over the letter. A tingling rippled through her. view of buying a new bra were abandoned.

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

pantie in hand, she marched up to the teller. The chill coursed through her organic structure the integral meter. The cashier felt it, too. They went through the motions of her paying, but at no point had any barcode been scanned nor had any money been exchanged. After all, the step-in were n't the store 's. They were Abigail 's. They were made for her. If anyone else took them, the results could be unpredictable.

A gymnastics coach-and-four had learned that.

Then Abigail was out the threshold and heading home with strange ideas of large mammaries, lowering udders, filling her young mind.

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Abigail Hart




I stared down at my matted chest of drawers and shook my head. Every morning, I hoped that something would happen.

That there would be some amount of increase that would 've happened overnight. They were barely Thomas More than bumps. My nipples had developed nicely, my areolas wide, my nub thick. When erect, they thrust out fairly far. There were girls my age, like Courtney, with tits much self-aggrandising who did n't have nipples half my size. It was so unfair.

I 'd rather have lowly nipples and huge tit 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 metrical foot tall. At nineteen, I 'd given up hope of gaining any more height. I would forever be short circuit. My mother had 3 inches on me and D cup to flush. 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 breasts. My nipples. I could almost fantasise that if I put on these panties, I would rise Brobdingnagian pap. Just the orotund udders. Bigger than double up D 's. Then F-cups. Then G or maybe even in H-cups.

Maybe I 'd realise J-cups like that Nipponese smut star.

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

I stepped into the panties and groaned as that tingle raced up my second joint. I wiggled my hips, my flesh electrified. So incredible. My mammilla hardened. The naughty urge formed in my cunt. Huge mammaries danced in my mind. Just the biggest, subdued boobs. It made me want to masturbate. To get out the chest pump and finger's breadth my jackass while stimulating my nipple.

But I had to get to my college.

I smoothed the black and white panties over my derriere and then traced the waistcloth around to the front. They fit perfectly. I kinda liked the facial expression. Like I was a dairy cow. I could be a human cow with big udder just full of creamy milk.

Milk ?

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

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

I thought her public figure was Hitomi J-cup.

Gosh, she was so prosperous.

I sighed, my finger smoothing down the front of the pantie. My nipples continued to tingle. I glanced down at them, fat and long, the sodding size essence for cleaning lady 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 enraged blast burned in my belly. It was something for a little missy to wear upon.

roue boiling, I threw it down in snarling defeat and grabbed the shirt I was going to put on. It was a purple child doll t-shirt with a V-neckline. I pulled it over my headway and wiggled it around my slender trunk. Another thing a twelve-year-old would wear thin, but it fit me. My nipples poked at the front, and I did n't care for once.

At least my nipples were developed.

I shoved my wooden leg violently into my jeans. I was just so fed up with that all. XIX ! 19 and with the smallest teat ever. I worked my pants up my second joint while shaking my head. All my friends had developed. I had to take in 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 windsock and popped my foundation into my tennis shoes. I snagged my bookbag and purse, made sure enough I had my cell speech sound, and then I was out of my bedroom. I grabbed a pop tart from the toaster and nibbled on as I headed out the battlefront 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 tire out a bra. I was feeling the fabric of my shirt rubbing against my essence. It was making me excited. I was getting wet.

Gosh, that was embarrassing.

I finished off my pop woman of the street before I was halfway to my schooltime. I sucked a few crumbs off my finger, walking past adult who looked down at me. A lot of them were noticing me and shaking their heads. choler burned through me.

What ? Had they never seen a short woman ?

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

I reached my college, the city buses dropping off some student, other college scholar driving their own cars or walking in like me. A floodlight of them was heading towards the front doorway. They were all taller than me. It was the worst. Everywhere I went, I was the shortest person. My feet smacked on the pavement, my purse swinging off my shoulder, 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 lush sweater pup she always was showing off. She wore a top so tight that it molded to her teat. On top of that, she had a plunging neckline that went so low it showed off a tinge of the lace of her bra.

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

"time lag, Abigail,"she called after, I was just so angry. I marched into the main construction and ignored her and her big mammaries.

Everyone was looking at me. It made the tingles in my nipples worse. I felt so hard and throbbing right now. I could just feel the material of my purple tee shirt molding to them. Teasing my essence. 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 fundament, so he loomed over me. He had brown hair and a soul patch on his mentum. He was on the basketball team, a bounteous guy. My meat fluttered a lilliputian. He had a neat smile and this sort of dashing aspect in his eyes.

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

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

I stared down at my 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 youngster. 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 small, little Thomas More than budding pitcher's mound. But they were bigger than they were when I left my house. They were proper A-cups."Sir David Bruce, I have breasts."

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

Those two words flashed in my idea. I had milk. breast milk.

tingling raced out of my pantie. My paw grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up my trunk. Right there in the hallway, not caring that other students were passing us, I stripped. I pulled my shirt up and up, the wet framework peeling away from my fat teat. I bunched my shirt up beneath my axillary cavity, exposing my new knocker. I gazed at them in awe. They had a shape to them, a chirpy firmness. And there, beading from my nipples, was white milk.

"Jesus, your lactating,"he groaned.

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

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

former scholarly person were watching as the tall Bruce knelt down. Even kneeling he had the top to arrive at my tit. I groaned as his handwriting gripped my side. Then his lips nuzzled into my tit. I gasped as he latched onto my right nub. He sealed his mouth about my fat teat, his lips pressing warm against my ring of color.

He suckled.

Tingles raced through my organic structure as I felt the Milk River squirting out of my mamilla into his mouth. I groaned, my hand balling tight. It felt so mystify. My nipple felt connected straight to my pussy. My twat clenched as often as my fists, drink in the exciting sensation of my Milk squirting out of my nub.

He suckled again, groaning as he tasted my breasts milk. A sinful shudder ran through me. More cream beaded on my other nub. I swept up my digit across my nipple as Bruce nursed. He groaned with hungriness as he feasted on my creamy delicacy. I held up my digit glistening with the chopper drop.

I brought it to my mouth.

I groaned as I thrust my finger into my mouth. I tasted my creamy titty Milk. It was sweeter than cow 's Milk River. fresh, I popped my digit out of my mouth. My tongue ran over the roof of my mouth as I savored the nip. It had a melony aftertaste. Something almost like cantaloupe. I groaned, smacking my lips.

Robert I popped his brim off my nipple and groaned,"It 's in force, is n't it ?"

I nodded."Oh, please keep suckling."

Around us, our fellow classmates were watching. David Bruce sucked my left nipple back into his mouth, latching onto that fat nub. I groaned as he suckled, my milk squirting into his mouth. Both his hands slid up my consistency to cup my breasts.

He kneaded and massaged my slight mounds. I gasped as a stream of ovalbumin shot from my right tit and soared over his shoulder to splash wastefully on the floor. I shuddered, my kitty growing hotter and hotter as he suckled. This felt so amazing.

He squeezed my nipple again, the stream squirting harder into his mouth while my right nipple erupted with Thomas More of my Elwyn Brooks White cream. This time, I cupped my script before my right tit and savored the hot milk splashing against my pelt. I shuddered at the muckle of my creamy goody pooling in the palm tree of my hired hand. I brought it up to my mouthpiece, eager to taste more of it.

I sucked it into my mouth, the wonderful dainty bursting to animation across my taste buds.

So sweetly.

I licked at my medallion, loving every trace I could find. My other hand was already covering my nipple, getting drenched as he squeezed again, my nipple squirting. beadwork of hot milk ran across my hand. I quickly brought it up to my mouth, licking and lapping and savoring my creamy goody. I could n't scourge a single drop of it.

It was too good.

I trembled, my hips wiggling as he kneaded my boob and nursed from me. My twat was on fire. I kept licking saucy pick off my palms, switching my handwriting, loving it. I groaned, the shudder racing from my pussy, maybe from my panties. They surged up and up to my tits to make me into a delicious human cow. I shuddered, my creamy treat flooding Bruce 's mouth.

"Are her knocker 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 sure what to say. Then I stared down at my tits and gasped. The commentary 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 dumbbell. They were bigger than A-cups now.

They were B-Cups.

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

Sir David Bruce suckled and then groaned. For once, I did n't experience that spicy tingle caused by the milk squirting out of my nipple. He popped his mouth off, shaking his caput. Then he darted over to my the right way nipple. He latched on and suckled hard. I gasped as a hot squirt of milk flooded his mouth. But when he nursed a second sentence, nothing.

"You drained me,"I moaned, staring at my rhythm, perky tits. They were incredible and now had book. A grand shape. As David Bruce popped his lip off my mamilla and released my boob, I shuddered. I cupped them for a moment, kneading them.

"Those are a courteous pair of titty,"said Mark Anthony, a tall, Shirley Temple guy with a shaved head."tinker's dam fine mammilla. I never noticed you have those before, Abigail."

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

I shook my head, pulling down my shirt. I had utterly no musical theme how this had happened. Could it be because of the panties ? Just because I said that fantastic question printed on the dorsum, Got Milk ? It was so foolish. Neither panties nor saying a idiomatic expression could have turned me into a human dairy farm cow. They would n't cause my tits to swell and kick in me creamy milk for all the male child to enjoy.

I groaned as I slid my shirt over my tits. With them swelled up, the purple material squeezed even compressed around my mammaries. The cotton-poly blend hugged to those big titty and my backbreaking nipple, and the hem no longer went down past the waistband of my dungaree. It just touched it. Barely keeping my stomach covered.

I felt amazing as I strolled forward. My slit was juicy. If I did n't have a social class to get to, I would do something about it. My boob had a wonderful bound to them as I moved through the dorm. My classmates were staring at me.

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

I was a woman. I was nineteen and finally had titty. Nice, round B-cups. I felt them bouncing and jiggling with my every stone's throw, moving with this buoyant firmness. My nipple throbbed and tingled, such joy rippling through me.

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

I finally had melon vine. car horn. Delicious sweater puppies. Sure, they were n't the biggest, but they were such an improvement. I felt like a million Pearl Buck as I headed into my first year. My prof, Mr. Abernathy, blinked at the sight of my tits. He had this hungry look in his eyes as I sat down in the front row. I grinned at him, arching my backbone to thrust out my new breasts at him.

I could tell he loved my babies.

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

That made me feel like a million bucks.

I headed to my adjacent socio-economic class, a mathematical group of guys hovering around me. They were so cunning. They were all staring at me, talking and elbowing each other, muttering about how I 'd nursed David Bruce. They were all so mystify. I loved it. I had this marvelous bounce to my footfall, making my dumbbell bouncing for all the delectation of the son. I had never felt better about myself in my life.

I was a human cow and loved it.

I entered my next class and there was Marcus Antonius. He was sitting in the back, his head turning over to look at me. His optic flicked up and down my trope. The pitch blackness guy rubbed his hand across the shaved caput."Are you 're tits a piffling prominent than they were ?"

I glanced down and groaned in delight. They did seem braggy. They looked like they were C-cups now. A lilliputian Buckminster Fuller, slight rounder. I could enjoin by the slight strip of skin between the tooshie of my t-shirt and the cincture 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 little white topographic point growing where my knockout nubs pressed into the t-shirt 's material."guesswork so."

"So, you got any milk for me."

Got ... milk ...

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

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

"Well, it has its rewards,"I said, cupping my lush C-cup breast. I shook them at him, a wicked smile on my lips. My pussycat clenched, my juices soaking the dairy-cow-pattern panties.

His wickedness hand took my own hand 's place. He squeezed my tits. I shuddered, loving the way his drear fingers massaged my bosom. He gave them both a adept credit crunch, causing my Milk River to squeeze out out and squelch his chest. The lilliputian droplets soaked into his dark-green t-shirt, a bit of cream bead on the print logo.

"hoot, you 're just a squirter."

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

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

Susan Anthony leaned down and he sucked on my exit mamilla. I groaned as his darkness lips sealed about my fat, pink nub. He suckled and my howling Milk flowed into his mouth. I groaned as his hands slid down my stomach. His finger's breadth stroked lower and turn down, teasing me.

I gasped as his figure 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 digit traveled down and down and down until he reached the sash of my jeans. He stroked across the denim, his mitt brushing my fastener.

ginger nut !

I groaned as he shoved his mitt into my pants. My fly rasped opened, the zipper moving downward. I shuddered, his nerve hollowing as he suckled hard. My milk squirted into his hungry mouth, sending milk sickness shooting down to my cunt. His fingerbreadth dipped into the sash of those naughty panty. He slid through my bush.

Went lower.

I gasped as he cupped my pure slit. I felt his middle finger sliding up and down my wet slit. I shuddered, this pleasure rippling through me. Everyone was watching as he fingered my virgin goof, sending such juicy delight rippling through me.

My arms went around his capitulum, cradling the sexy Black guy to my turn breasts. I closed my eyes, loving him nursing at my nipple. He stroked me. His digit moved up and down, teasing my labia. His touch coaxed out my fiddling clitoris from its bonnet. I gasped as it burst with sparks from the kickoff time he touched me.

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

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

He sucked with force play. His sassing engulfed more and Sir Thomas More of my areola. My Milk River fired into his mouth. Every time he nursed, pleasure jolted down to my pussy. My slit clenched, drinking in the lightning while electric discharge flared from my clit. The two different sensations mixed and swirled inside of my cunt.

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

"Yeah,"Will croaked.

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

"Tell me about it,"said Janiqua, my pitch blackness supporter."And are they getting self-aggrandising ? I think they 're becoming D-cups."

I shuddered and opened my center. I groaned in delight as I stared down. My mamilla were growing fuller. They were expanding as he nursed. It was a subtle variety, but I could just see their enhanced development. They were beat and full moon, heavy. I could palpate the shifting in my posture as I adjusted myself to the increased weight of my mammaries.

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

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

"She 's got some souse tatas,"another guy groaned."tinker's dam, Anthony, you 're lucky."

I whimpered, my teat throbbing. Anthony 's fingers slid up and down my pussy. I felt my orgasm building and building. Everyone was staring at me as he nursed from my growing bag. He sucked hard on my nipple, feasting on my milk.

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

Antonius popped his mouth off my give mammilla and darted over to the rightfield. He rubbed at my clit, sparks bursting through me. I whimpered, my right nipple extra sensitive from waiting to be drained. It burst with pleasance as my milk squirted into his oral fissure. Antonius groaned as he swallowed that wonderful treat.

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

"Oh, yes,"I panted.

His thumb started rubbing at my clit while his finger massaged my labia. He ran up and down the flexure of my cunt, teasing me. It was incredible. So intense. I just knew I was going to burst. I was going to get such an amazing orgasm.

I loved being a human dairy cow. I loved nursing aphrodisiac guys. Anthony suckled with such hunger. His left hand grabbed my powerful tit, squeezing. I felt my milk squirting out of my nipple and into his mouth with such force.

I gasped, the pleasance 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 fingers caressed my labia. They danced up and down my dent, brushing my hymen. He stroked all my naughty bits.

"Anthony !"I howled.

"Oh, yes, that 's unbelievable !"

I came.

My juices gushed out, bathing his hand. Ripples of pleasure flowed through my body. He kept sucking. Nursing. My nipples throbbed and ached, sending more Wave of rapture flooding through my eubstance. The seventh heaven poured over my brain, drowning my thoughts.

It was incredible. Stars salvo before my heart. My head tossed from incline to side of meat, my black hair dancing about my shoulder. My left breast swayed, moving with a sullen weight. I gasped, Anthony kneading my tit, milking me as he suckled.

My clit throbbed and ached beneath his massaging thumb.

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

My tits were even bigger now. I had to let Double D 's now. I now had tits as big as my female parent. I groaned and gasped, the pleasure reaching that wonderful pinnacle of cristal. I hit it as he suckled out the finis of my chest milk. I groaned, a terminal 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 juices. I smelled a sweet scent ; my own rousing. I shuddered as he popped his finger's breadth into his sass, sucking up my early cream.

My naughty cream.

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

J-cups, here I come !

trousering, I thrust up my jeans. I headed to my tush, my large breasts jiggling and swaying with my every movement. I sat down and smiled as I watched them bounce at the bottom 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 object lesson, to originate my education, but all I could call back about was milk.

Creamy, blanched, sweet breast milk. I could experience the delight slowly filling my mammilla. I was generating More and more. My massive udders were getting prepare to wet-nurse more than son. They needed it. They had to drink my wonderful delight. So incredible. I would impart them all my creamy treats.

I could n't wait.

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

I bit my lower lip, my T-shirt feeling tighter and tighter. When I looked down, I knew my bosom were bigger. They were swelling and swelling, becoming those massive udders that I craved. Soon, they would be big enough to lactate permanently. Every boy or man would revel my milk as a good deal as they wanted.

Lactophiles would adore me.

I bit my lower lip in anticipation.

Soon class was over. I stood up quickly just so my tits would bound up and down. My t-shirt was riding up eminent and higher as they grew gravid and adult. It was turning into a belly shirt. Soon, would it even be capable to stiffen my knocker ?

Would I even need a shirt ?

I sauntered through the mansion house, my hips swaying. My waistline was a little curvier, too. Little to a greater extent womanly. I might be short, but no girl in my college had tits bigger than me now. The boys swarmed around me. They were staring at my tits, looking for that first sign of wetness. They were eager for my milk to fully come back in. They wanted to harbour from me.

It was so unbelievable. I had such a vast smile on my fount as I entered my succeeding class. My tits bounced and jiggled, my nipples aching. Throbbing. They were filling up with all that yummy Milk River. All the delectation for the boys to enjoy. Nursing them all would be incredible.

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

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

"You just said the legerdemain Book,"I moaned. I thrust up my t-shirt, exposing my mammilla. They were definitely F-cups now. Large and flaccid, my nipples finally sized rightfulness for them. Nate stared at my big tatas with hunger as I threw my jersey to the floor.

It was just in the way. v

I sauntered up to him, my tits jiggling. He turned in his seat, hungry. I gasped as he seized my right bosom and swallowed my nipple. His whiskers rubbed against my satiny flesh in my sensitive areola. I whimpered at the rasping sense.

I shivered as he suckled.

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

I needed to be touched so bad.

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

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

I watched them grow. They went from F-cups to H-cups. I quivered, just two steps away from what I wanted to be. My titty were heavy now. They were full of so a great deal milk. The two male child were so athirst, suckling on me. I shuddered, wiggling my hip joint. My pussy 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 sass."Why are you shaking that ass ?"

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

I could n't believe I was saying those row, but my pantie tingled around me. I needed to be devoured. My virgin pussy needed more than just fingers. Ken groaned, licking his lips and brushing those golden gyre surrounding his mouth.

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

"Yes,"I moaned.

I cradled both Nate and Tim to my boob as Ken yanked down my jeans. He ripped them off my rump and down my thigh. They bunched around my ankle joint, my pussy clenching in anticipation. Every suckle from the two hunks nursing on me sent delight shooting down to my pussy.

"Damn, you 're wearing the proper variety of scanty, are n't you ?"said Ken."I ca n't wait to try your milk."

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

"Damn, she might have the height of a little girl, but that fag is mature,"groaned Ken.

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

I shuddered as Ken kissed down the bender of my rump and dipped between my thighs. 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 mamilla throbbing and aching. Milk River squirted from them as the two boys gulped it down with such hunger.

I trembled, my orgasm construction and building.

Ken squeezed my rump as he fluttered his tongue up and down my dent. Ken licked up my juices. I could feel them dripping out of me, another sweet and creamy delicacy for the boys to enjoy. He brushed my clit, sparks bursting from it just like bliss zapped from my nipples. I groaned, loving every moment of this. My toes curled in my skid, my pussy clenching deep inside.

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

"Oh, yes, yes, any boy that pleases me will get my milk,"I moaned, my black hair trembling about my naked shoulders."Oh, Ken, you 're going to get so much milk. Just make me cum. Lick my pussy and make me explode."

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

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

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

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

I was coming closer and closer to my orgasm. Ken 's goatee rasped against my pussy sass through my bush. His tongue fluttered against my virgin folds, pressing on my hymen. He lapped up my sugariness pick while the two early boys nursed on my sweet milk. 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 stimulate those big boobies just like I wanted. Delicious udders. They would be arrant. Just amazing. I whimpered, trembling as I hurtled towards that wonderful moment.

'' Oh, yes, yes !"I moaned, my pussy so hot. So wet."Ken ! shuffle me cum and then you get to take Nate 's place. Just go along licking me. I need an orgasm. It 's so hot breast feeding you sexy boys."

"I ca n't waitress to constitute you cum,"groaned Anthony. The tall, Black person guy was grinning at me. I did n't get laid when he had arrived, but he stared at me with such thirstiness.

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

Ken latched onto my clit again. He sucked hard, his goatee rubbing against my pussycat rim. I shuddered, trembling. Both my pap throbbed while Tim sucked at the same time. My milk squirted into their sassing, sending dual jerk of lightning zapping down to my pussy. My Virgo bozo became electrified. I gasped, the currents of bliss 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 oral cavity. He licked and lapped up my sweet cream while my breast milk continued to hang into Nate 's and Tim 's hungry maws. I shuddered, the Muriel Spark zapping through my mind.

Stars danced before my eyes.

I shuddered, my stallion body convulsing. My hands grabbed my backbreaking breasts, squeezing out my Milk into Nate 's and Tim 's suckling mouths. I whimpered, my head shaking. It was so good. So wonderful.

"shuffle that HuCow slut cum !"Mark Anthony shouted.

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

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

"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 back talk off my tit. Some of my creamy Milk River had spilled down into his dark goatee. He grinned at me, nodding."I 'll swap, Ken."

Ken ripped his mouth from my pussy. His paw gave my ass a terminal squeeze then he rose."Her bitch is all yours."

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

I gasped at the ken of his blond goatee soaked in my juices. My twat cream had utterly drenched him. I could sense it, a sweet aroma, but different from the delicious cream that squirted from my pap. I groaned as he darted in and kissed me. I shuddered, tasting my cunt.

A slide fastener rasped behind me.

"Oh, Nate is going for that pussy,"Anthony cheered."Go for it, dude. Damn !"

"Booyah !"Nate shouted.

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

actualisation hit me.

He was about to pop my cherry red. He was about to really seduce me cum, earning him the right to tope all my creamy titty milk. I shuddered, my dead body on fire.

"Yes, boys have to fuck me to toast my breast milk !"I moaned.

Every boy in the schoolroom cheered their excitement. It was a price they were all more than willing to pay to fuddle my milk.

Ken latched onto my mammilla, suckling hard. His grating goatee rasped against my ring of color and soft tit. I shuddered, wiggling my hips and rubbing my hot puss into the rooster 's tip nudging me. I was so bore to lose my virginity. I hugged both Ken and Tim to my titty, loving as they suckled on my udders.

Nate thrust.

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

My first tool ever.

I gasped and moaned, swiveling my coxa. I squeezed my cunt around that vex cock. Nate groaned, his hand squeezing my coxa. I was bent-grass over to hold both Ken and Tim, my ass stab out behind me.

Nate drew back his hips and then plunged into me again. He slammed his cock hard into my pussy. I gasped at the personnel of his dick burying 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 boy 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 make love me. Oh, yes, drink my milk by fucking me hard. Make me explode !"

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

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

I shuddered, wanting to find those other places.

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

My deflowered cunt clenched down hard on the big dick thrusting into me. It slammed into my astuteness, weighty ball smacking into my clit. Sparks of pleasure joined the electrifying jolts zapping from my mamilla. Milk squirted again and again into those athirst boy'mouths. I groaned, swaying. I was getting faithful and closer to exploding.

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

The more creamy treat I delivered to my athirst boys.

"Oh, yes, fuck me punishing. I want to plowshare all my Milk with you ! You 're going to get big and stiff and become such sexy 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 control. He fucked me firmly. His powerful strokes rammed to the hilt in my puss. I trembled, my pussy clenching down on him. maven flare-up before my eyes. It was so vivid. 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 same time just as Nate slammed into me.

It was what I needed. I exploded.

My snatch convulsed and writhed about Nate 's hammer. He grunted, fucking into my spasming profoundness. Waves of hot passionateness flooded through my consistency. The rush of pleasure was electrified by the zapping pleasure shooting from my nipples. Both son suckled as my orgasmic bliss swept through my creative thinker. I screamed out in rapture, buckling hard.

"nooky !"Nate grunted.

"Cum in me !"I howled."Flood me with all that seed. 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 impair kitty. I groaned as he pumped that wonderful ointment into me. I shuddered, the milk squirting from my nipples into Ken 's and Tim 's hungry mouths. I whimpered, a wafture of pleasance sweeping through my physical structure as my twat milked Nate 's erupting dick.

He groaned, squeezing my rosehip as he pumped Sir Thomas More and more of his hot spunk into me. I loved it. I was a naughty, human being dairy cow who needed all the wonderful cream to flood my body I could handle. I whimpered, the pleasure melting my idea.

It was incredible.

"roll in the hay,"groaned Nate."You 're up, Tim. You got to pass water her cum to pay for that sweet Milk you 've been drinking.

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

Tim popped his oral fissure off my nipple and groaned,"I want you to sit on my dick."He licked his back talk, milk staining them."Sit on my shaft and hinge upon me. Then I can keep breast feeding you."

I nodded, groaning as he sat down on a chairwoman, shoving the desk away from him. He unzipped his jeans and squeeze them down, lifting his hindquarters up from the tush. His turncock stretched out his stringent whitey underclothing. The yield of the Loom came off next. There he was, his big pecker 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 dick. His backtalk engulfed my teat before I sank down on him. Once again, I would give two boys the creamy dainty they loved. I shuddered, my pussy brushing his putz 's tip.

Then I was sliding down him. I impaled my twat down his dick. Tim groaned around my nipple. He suckled harder as my pussy engulfed his tool. I gasped, my cunt clenching down on him. My slit was almost sucking on his dick as he nursed at my mammilla. It was unbelievable. I leaned back, my sassing opening all-embracing.

I let out a wanton moan.

deal seized my straits, turning me. I gasped to see the nerdy Will thrusting his dick at my mouth. Before I knew it, I was suckling on his cock. I nursed on him like the two boys nursed on my heavily breast. My pussy squeezed around Tim 's thick dick. I groaned, reveling in the feel of his shaft. I slid up and down him, my snatch clinging to him, the detrition incredible.

I moaned around that dick in my mouth.

Will groaned, his hired man gripping my capitulum as he fucked his dick in and out of my mouth. He had this wild facial expression behind his glass. He grunted and panted, eagre to earn the right to suckle from my udders. I cupped his testis, massaging them as he plunged his putz over and over into my mouth. drool ran down my Chin as I suckled.

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

My pussy gripped him. I held his rattling cock as I worked up and down his shaft. The tone of him in me drive me to just razz him. To just enjoy every inch of his dick in me. I would cum on his dick. I would blow up on that thick cock. I groaned, wiggling my hip joint.

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

I did n't be intimate why I was golden. Did she mean because I had my big, dense knocker ? I could just tell they were J-cups now. After Nate had cum in me, after the boys at suckled my tits, they had swelled into such a terrific, massive size.

I worked my pussy up and down Tim 's pecker faster and faster as my inflammation ballooned.

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

I would have dicks in all of my holes. I would breastfeed and nurse at all three of the son'cocks. I would love them.

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

I shuddered, Anthony 's midst dick plunging deeper and inscrutable into my bowels. This wonderful heat energy met the silky delight in my pussy. The two unlike frictions merged and melted together, driving me towards another awesome climax. My teat burst with galvanizing delight, my milk squirting into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry mouths.

"testament and I will flood 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 testament 's dick.

Susan Brownell Anthony chuckled as he drew back his prick. My bowels clenched around his girth, the friction intense."That 's what I thought. You cum so punishing. I 'm going to fill your dickhead with my cream and then suck all that sweet, sweetness Milk River out of your tits."

"Yes,"will groaned, his prick plunging operose and libertine 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 pelvic arch danced, stirring my cunt and mother fucker around Tim and Antony 's big dicks. They worked in and out of my cakehole. Two different, amazing frictions. The silken rubbing in my cunt and the velvety delectation from my whoreson. They swelled inside of me, forming a wonderful storm fed by the electricity shooting from my nipples.

Thomas More and to a greater extent drool ran down my Kuki. I squeezed my eyes shut, building and building towards that climax. I was so close. Anthony fucked me hard, driving his dick deep into my asshole. His crotch smacked into me. His balls thudded into my figure over and over. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering as this amazing seventh heaven built inside of me. The storm grew.

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

My orgasm exploded through me.

The tempest swept through my consistency. My mother fucker and slit writhed about the two shaft. Howling wind instrument of ecstasy swept through me. Zapping bolts of lightning electrified my judgment. My tit squirted even more Milk River into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry lip. I gulped down my treat as I squealed around Will 's dick.

"nookie, yes !"the nerd groaned. Then his salty cream flooded my mouth.

I groaned as the jizz spilled through my mouth, swirling around my teeth. I gulped it down, my tongue massaging the bottom of his cock. Sir Thomas More and more of his boy-cream flooded my mouth. I savored every drop. I reveled in this wonderful moment. It was incredible. Amazing. I never wanted to intercept. I felt so silly as this yummy delight rippled through my body.

Anthony drove his putz deep into my asshole."God fucking damn, HuCow loose woman are amazing !"

The black guy fired his jizz into my asshole. spirt after rattling spurt of his cum flooded me. Boys cheered around me, all bore to savor my Milk River. To make out their peter in and out of my mouth and puss and whoreson. To give me their salty cum. I wanted it all.

I gulped down every drib of testament 's jizz while my arse and snatch milked Tim and Anthony dry.

Susan Anthony ripped his dick out of my cocksucker. He seized me under my armpits and hauled me off Tim 's putz. He pulled my huge udder away from the two boy'athirst mouths. I gasped, suddenly pressed onto a background.

Cum ran out of my pussy and asshole as Anthony leaned over and latched onto my nipple topping my J-cup tit. Will took the early one, suckling hard as the following boy stepped up to have sex my pussy.

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

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

It worked out advantageously for all of us.

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The figure chortled in pleasure at the results of its newest duo of step-in. It had turned that flat-chested miss into a suckle slut.

It had a dissimilar idea for its next pair. Not something so free radical. 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 localization. It would take all of its magic to hold back from being discovered. It would be a stranger.

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

But it would be deserving it.

It stroked the pair of pantie, loving the design. They were all black, cut narrow in the front and hind end, the waistband only strings. It had some kickshaw lace decorating the front. Two words were printed in bright, Au letters on the back. dare letters.

TOP BITCH.

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

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