Mind-Control Panties

Story long dozen HuCow 's Delicious Milk

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

eminence : Thanks to Alex for Beta version this !

The trope moved with informality through the department computer storage. It was excited to leave its current pair of panties behind in this positioning. After the last one, Cherry whore, had made Delilah White into a incessant virgin, the figure wanted to try another form of body qualifying. It had an melodic theme for a scrumptious one. It was why the flow dyad of scanty looks so a lot like the Andrew D. White and opprobrious traffic pattern of a dairy farm cow. There was a simple-minded question written on the rear.

Got Milk ?

The physique was eager for this new fun. Mind-controlling young lady gave it such a Benjamin Rush, but transforming them was just as a good deal fun. There were so many puckish things it could do with this magic. This plot was exciting. It could n't hold off for that wondrous rush that imposing its will on its fair game would bring.

It could n't hold back for the girl to try on these panties. She was just gross 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 immense box computer memory paid no heed to the figure. It slipped between them, almost flowing like shadows. Nonde*********** and routine shadows. Its rightful anatomy was utterly foreigner, but they did n't see it as anything more than the backcloth. Their eyes slid across the soma to stare at what they really were here for.

All the corporeal good spread out before them. The riches of nations brought to their fingertips.

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

Not that the figure of speech cared. It just wanted to satiate its own lust for mischief.

The figure reached its destination : the Junior young woman subdivision. It was for daughter who were ten to thirteen to rat at. Of track, its target was quondam than that. Not that she looked it. That 's what made her perfect. On a rack holding bras that were little more than trainer, it draped the pantie.

The frame shuddered, eager for the fun to begin. Then it flitted away. It moved through the shopping gang, heading back towards the storehouse 's automatic doors. The mist awaited. Back to its lair to take in the fun.

It trembled in expectation. It could find its prey coming tight and closer to the section.

Abigail hart hated having to go to the Junior fille section shop for her clothes. She was nineteen. nineteen and four ft eleven ! She looked like a twelve-year-old girl and had the chest to touch. She barely qualified as an A-cup. She kept hoping and hoping her breast would uprise, but nothing seemed to make. Not any of the apocryphal ideas she 'd start off the Internet— she 'd booze wholly milk every day for a year and had nix to show for it—nor did the hypnotism from her ally.

She played with her nipples when she masturbated.

She secretly bought a chest ticker and placed it over her picayune buds, hoping the suction would turn them.

She wanted them to be bigger. She 'd settle for a B-cup. Something more than the petty mosquito bites she currently had. Something that would make her face anything close to her age.

Because of her childish material body, she was shady of any guy who wanted to appointment her. They were always such pervs. The residue of the boys wanted miss with big breasts. huge honkers. The type of plushy sweaters pillows they could snuggle up to.

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

At nineteen, it was intemperately to keep believing that.

She sighed when she reached the bra section. She hated having to browse here. She could n't get anything sexy. She was n't even sure why she bothered. Like I need any support, she thought. The lonesome matter that had developed were pap. They were getting adult. When they got hard, they were noticeable. And that just embarrassed her. At least a training bra helped to hide them.

She slouched up to the showing, 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 fingers sliding over the letters. A tingle rippled through her. thought process of buying a new bra were abandoned.

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

Panties in manus, she marched up to the teller. The tingle coursed through her dead body the entire time. The teller felt it, too. They went through the motion of her paying, but at no point had any barcode been scanned nor had any money been exchanged. After all, the panties were n't the fund 's. They were Abigail 's. They were made for her. If anyone else took them, the results could be unpredictable.

A gymnastics coach had learned that.

Then Abigail was out the door and heading home with strange ideas of gravid mammaries, heavy udders, filling her young mind.

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Abigail Hart




I stared down at my savorless dresser and shake my headway. Every morning, I hoped that something would happen.

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

I 'd rather have lowly nipple and huge mammilla then the reverse.

"I 'm never going to get a boyfriend,"I muttered. I stared at myself in the mirror. I had no pelvis. I was n't even five animal foot tall. At 19, I 'd given up Hope of gaining any more summit. I would forever be short. My mother had 3 inches on me and D cups to rush. Why had genetics abandoned me ?

I threw on my new duet of panties I 'd bought yesterday. The dairy cow formula on them was ... exciting. They made me tingle when I touched them. It ran all the way up to my breast. My nipples. I could almost fantasize that if I put on these scanty, I would grow huge titmouse. Just the largest udders. big than three-fold D 's. Then F-cups. Then G or maybe even in H-cups.

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

God, she must be as grandiloquent as me, and she had massive bosom. I could be like her. In my pipe dream, I was.

I stepped into the pantie and groaned as that tingle raced up my second joint. I wiggled my pelvic girdle, my build electrified. So unbelievable. My tit hardened. The juicy itch formed in my kitty. Huge mammaries danced in my brain. Just the adult, softest boobs. It made me want to jerk off. To get out the white meat pump and finger my puss while stimulating my nipple.

But I had to get to my college.

I smoothed the inkiness and white panties over my rump and then traced the waistband around to the front. They fit perfectly. I kinda liked the look. Like I was a dairy cow. I could be a human cow with big udders just good of creamy milk.

milk ?

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

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

I thought her name was Hitomi J-cup.

Gosh, she was so favorable.

I sighed, my fingers smoothing down the front of the panties. My nipples continued to prickle. I glanced down at them, fat and long, the pure size of it nubs for woman with big white meat. It was like they were taunting me. I hissed in frustration and grabbed my breeding bra. I lifted it up and an infuriated fire burned in my belly. It was something for a little girl to wear.

Blood boiling, I threw it down in snarling defeat and grabbed the shirt I was going to bust. It was a empurple sister doll tee shirt with a V-neckline. I pulled it over my head and wiggled it around my slender body. Another thing a twelve-year-old would break, but it fit me. My mamilla poked at the front line, and I did n't worry for once.

At least my nipples were developed.

I shoved my branch violently into my jeans. I was just so fed up with that all. xix ! XIX and with the smallest tits ever. I worked my bloomers up my thigh while shaking my fountainhead. All my protagonist had developed. I had to watch over Jennifer and Courtney and genus 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 boy loved her.

I buttoned up my denim and zipped up my fly. I slipped on my articulatio talocruralis windsock and popped my feet into my lawn tennis shoes. I snagged my bookbag and purse, made surely I had my cell telephone, and then I was out of my chamber. I grabbed a pop tart from the toaster and nibbled on as I headed out the straw man door. The sun was bright, shining. I felt it warming my tegument as I headed to the college, this tingling rippled around my nipples. I knew I should 've worn a bra. I was feeling the fabric of my shirt rubbing against my heart and soul. It was making me excited. I was getting wet.

Gosh, that was embarrassing.

I finished off my pop working girl before I was halfway to my school. I sucked a few crumbs off my finger's breadth, walking past times adults who looked down at me. A lot of them were noticing me and shaking their head. Anger burned through me.

What ? Had they never seen a short charwoman ?

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

I reached my college, the city buses dropping off some scholar, former college students driving their own railroad car or walking in like me. A floodlight of them was heading towards the front door. They were all taller than me. It was the worst. Everywhere I went, I was the unforesightful mortal. 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 alky sweater puppies she always was showing off. She wore a top so tight that it molded to her tits. On top of that, she had a plunging neckline that went so low it showed off a hint of the lace of her bra.

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

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

Everyone was looking at me. It made the tingles in my mamilla worse. I felt so hard and throbbing right now. I could just feel the material of my empurpled T-shirt molding to them. Teasing my core. Everyone stared at me. They had to roll in the hay that I was aroused.

My face burned as I stalked through the school.

"Uh, you know your leaking,"said Bruce. He was a tall guy, over six feet, so he loomed over me. He had brown whisker and a soul spot on his chin. He was on the basketball game team, a handsome guy. My sum fluttered a piddling. He had a great grinning and this sort of dashing look in his eyes.

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

"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 conceive I was a child. Right now, I did n't care. There were two growing wet spots centered around my mammilla. They were leaking. I blinked at seeing a bit of white beadwork through my shirt clinging to my breast ...

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

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

Those two words flashed in my judgment. I had milk. boob milk.

Tingles raced out of my panties. My hands grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up my torso. Right there in the hall, 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 nipples. I bunched my shirt up beneath my axillary cavity, exposing my new tit. I gazed at them in awe. They had a frame to them, a buoyant soundness. And there, beading from my tit, was Edward White milk.

"the Nazarene, your lactating,"he groaned.

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

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

Other students were watching as the tall Sir David Bruce knelt down. Even kneeling he had the pinnacle to give my knocker. I groaned as his custody gripped my sides. Then his mouth nuzzled into my nipple. I gasped as he latched onto my right nub. He sealed his sass about my fat teat, his lips pressing warm against my ring of color.

He suckled.

Tingles raced through my body as I felt the milk squirting out of my mamilla into his mouth. I groaned, my mitt balling tight. It felt so amazing. My nipple felt connected straight to my pussy. My twat clenched as a great deal as my fist, imbibing in the excite sensation of my milk squirting out of my nub.

He suckled again, groaning as he tasted my breasts Milk. A wicked shudder ran through me. More cream beaded on my other nub. I swept up my finger across my teat as Bruce nursed. He groaned with hunger as he feasted on my creamy dainty. I held up my fingerbreadth 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 breast milk. It was sweeter than cow 's milk. Clean, I popped my digit out of my mouth. My tongue ran over the roof of my mouth as I savored the flavor. It had a melony aftertaste. Something almost like cantaloupe. I groaned, smacking my lips.

Robert I popped his back talk off my nipple and groaned,"It 's estimable, is n't it ?"

I nodded."Oh, please keep suckling."

Around us, our fellow classmates were watching. Robert I sucked my bequeath mamilla back into his mouth, latching onto that fat nub. I groaned as he suckled, my milk squirting into his sassing. Both his mitt slid up my body to cup my boob.

He kneaded and massaged my picayune mounds. I gasped as a stream of Andrew D. White guess from my decently pap and soared over his articulatio humeri to plash wastefully on the floor. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as he suckled. This felt so amazing.

He squeezed my tits again, the current squirting harder into his mouth while my right nipple erupted with Sir Thomas More of my white cream. This time, I cupped my handwriting before my right tit and savored the hot milk splashing against my skin. I shuddered at the view of my creamy treat pooling in the palm of my hand. I brought it up to my backtalk, eager to taste more of it.

I sucked it into my oral fissure, the terrific treat bursting to life-time across my gustatory sensation buds.

So sweet.

I licked at my palm, loving every trace I could find out. My other manus was already covering my mammilla, getting drenched as he squeezed again, my nipple squirting. Beads of hot milk ran across my hand. I quickly brought it up to my lip, licking and lapping and savoring my creamy treat. I could n't waste a exclusive drop of it.

It was too good.

I trembled, my hips wiggling as he kneaded my mammilla and nursed from me. My twat was on firing. I kept licking fresh cream off my palms, switching my men, loving it. I groaned, the tingles racing from my twat, maybe from my panty. They surged up and up to my tits to make me into a Delicious human cow. I shuddered, my creamy treat flooding David Bruce 's mouth.

"Are her knocker getting expectant ?"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 for certain what to say. Then I stared down at my titty and gasped. The scuttlebutt around me faded as I stared at my breasts. Milk was squirting wastefully from my mighty nipple as I shuddered at the sight of my boobs. They were self-aggrandising than A-cups now.

They were B-Cups.

They had a roundness to them. A archness they lacked before. I shuddered, my kitty on fire. I was in the center 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 feel that naughty prickling caused by the milk squirting out of my mammilla. He popped his mouth off, shaking his head. Then he darted over to my right tit. He latched on and suckled hard. I gasped as a hot pip-squeak of milk flooded his mouth. But when he nursed a s time, nothing.

"You drained me,"I moaned, staring at my round, perky tits. They were incredible and now had mass. A terrific contour. As Sir David Bruce popped his back talk off my nipple and released my knocker, I shuddered. I cupped them for a moment, kneading them.

"Those are a nice pair of boobs,"said Anthony, a tall, black guy with a shaved head."Damn fine teat. I never noticed you have those before, Abigail."

"Because she did n't have breast before,"Courtney said."damn, I would n't feature thought that lactating would get them to blossom forth 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 grand question printed on the back, Got Milk River ? It was so foolish. Neither panties nor saying a phrase could birth turned me into a human dairy cow. They would n't cause my bosom to swell and founder me creamy Milk River for all the son to enjoy.

I groaned as I slid my shirt over my tits. With them swelled up, the purpleness textile squeezed even stiff around my mammaries. The cotton-poly blend hugged to those big boob and my severely nipples, and the hem no longer went down past the waistband of my blue jean. It just touched it. Barely keeping my stomach covered.

I felt amazing as I strolled forward. My snatch was juicy. If I did n't let a course of study to get to, I would do something about it. My breasts had a rattling saltation to them as I moved through the entrance hall. My classmate were staring at me.

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

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

I smiled at everyone who noticed my new mammaries. Especially the guys. They were staring at my breast with thirst. 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 drinking glass. They all stared at me. They all enjoyed the incline of my tits.

I finally had melons. beak. Delicious sweater puppy. Sure, they were n't the grownup, but they were such an improvement. I felt like a million bucks as I headed into my first class. My prof, Mr. Abernathy, blinked at the sight of my nipple. He had this thirsty smell in his eyes as I sat down in the front row. I grinned at him, arching my back to thrust out my new breasts at him.

I could tell he loved my babies.

It was so strong not to play with my mamilla during family. I just wanted to tweak them. To reach them. They kept tingling as the fabric of my tee shirt caressed them. I loved how my tits moved. My pussy was hot, making me wiggle which made my chest jiggle all the meter. Poor Mr. Abernathy kept stumbling through his lecture. He was paying more aid to my tatas then on what he was supposed to be teaching us.

That made me find like a million bucks.

I headed to my next course of instruction, a chemical group of guys hovering around me. They were so cute. They were all staring at me, talking and elbowing each other, muttering about how I 'd nursed Robert I. They were all so amazing. I loved it. I had this rattling bounce to my whole step, making my boobies bounciness for all the delight 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 Anthony. He was sitting in the cover, his capitulum turning over to seem at me. His heart flicked up and down my image. The blackamoor guy rubbed his hired man across the shaved head."Are you 're tits a little openhanded than they were ?"

I glanced down and groaned in delight. They did look bigger. They looked like they were C-cups now. A piffling fuller, little rounder. I could severalise by the little strip of peel between the hindquarters of my tee shirt and the waistband of my dungaree, proving that I 'd grown in volume.

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

I grinned, seeing the little white blot growing where my toilsome gist pressed into the t-shirt 's material."Guess so."

"So, you got any Milk for me."

Got ... milk ...

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

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

"well, it has its reward,"I said, cupping my lush C-cup tit. I shook them at him, a wicked grin on my sassing. My pussy clenched, my juices soaking the dairy-cow-pattern panties.

His dark hands took my own hand 's stead. He squeezed my tits. I shuddered, loving the way his dark fingers massaged my dumbbell. He gave them both a good squeeze play, causing my milk to squirt out and slush his chest. The niggling droplets soaked into his dark-green T-shirt, a bit of cream astragal on the printed logo.

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

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

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

Anthony leaned down and he sucked on my go forth tit. I groaned as his wickedness back talk sealed about my fat, pink nub. He suckled and my marvellous milk flowed into his mouth. I groaned as his hired hand slid down my stomach. His fingers stroked gloomy and lower, teasing me.

I gasped as his digit brushed my omphalos and dipped into the little divot. I groaned as he swirled around inside of it, teasing me. Then he went lower. His finger traveled down and down and down until he reached the waistband of my jeans. He stroked across the blue jean, his hand brushing my fastener.

cracking !

I groaned as he shoved his manus into my pants. My fly rasped opened, the zipper moving downward. I shuddered, his cheeks hollowing as he suckled hard. My Milk squirted into his hungry mouth, sending shake shooting down to my cunt. His finger's breadth dipped into the waistband of those naughty panties. He slid through my bush.

Went lower.

I gasped as he cupped my virgin puss. I felt his eye fingerbreadth sliding up and down my wet slit. I shuddered, this pleasance rippling through me. Everyone was watching as he fingered my Virgo the Virgin slit, sending such naughty joy rippling through me.

My branch went around his head, cradling the sexy Black guy to my round breasts. I closed my eyes, loving him breast feeding at my mammilla. He stroked me. His finger moved up and down, teasing my labia. His touch coaxed out my footling clit from its hoodlum. I gasped as it burst with electric discharge from the low gear clock time he touched me.

I gasped in delectation, shuddering as he rubbed that short bud for a present moment. His finger danced along as he suckled. My Milk squirted into his oral cavity. He nursed with such hunger. I trembled, my succus soaking his digits.

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

He sucked with force. His sassing engulfed to a greater extent and Sir Thomas More of my ring of color. My Milk River fired into his mouth. Every meter he nursed, pleasance jolted down to my pussy. My cunt clenched, drinking in the lightning while Spark flared from my clit. The two unlike sense experience mixed and swirled interior of my cunt.

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

"Yeah,"testament croaked.

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

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

I shuddered and opened my eyes. I groaned in pleasure as I stared down. My boob were growing fuller. They were expanding as he nursed. It was a subtle change, but I could just see their enhanced growth. They were round and fully, gravid. I could sense the shifting in my position as I adjusted myself to the increased weight of my mammaries.

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

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

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

I whimpered, my nipple throbbing. Susan Brownell Anthony 's fingers slid up and down my kitty-cat. I felt my climax building and building. Everyone was staring at me as he nursed from my growing udder. He sucked hard on my mamilla, feasting on my milk.

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

Anthony popped his rima oris off my left nipple and darted over to the right. He rubbed at my clit, sparks bursting through me. I whimpered, my rectify tit supererogatory sensitive from waiting to be drained. It burst with pleasure as my milk squirted into his mouth. Anthony groaned as he swallowed that terrific treat.

I stroked his bald-shaved head. I caressed him, loving the tactile property of his duncish mouth wrapped around my nipple. The amount of suction he created was unbelievable. My succus flowed out of me. I whimpered and groaned.

"Oh, yes,"I panted.

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

I loved being a human dairy farm cow. I loved nursing sexy guys. Susan B. Anthony suckled with such thirst. His left hand grabbed my decent tit, squeezing. I felt my Milk squirting out of my nipple and into his mouthpiece with such force.

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

"Anthony !"I howled.

"Oh, yes, that 's incredible !"

I came.

My juice gushed out, bathing his handwriting. Ripples of pleasure flowed through my body. He kept sucking. nursing. My nipples throbbed and ached, sending more waves of transport flooding through my body. The bliss poured over my brain, drowning my thoughts.

It was incredible. virtuoso burst before my eyes. My head tossed from side to side, my fateful hair dancing about my shoulders. My left breast swayed, moving with a heavy weight. I gasped, Anthony kneading my tit, milking me as he suckled.

My clit throbbed and ached beneath his massaging thumb.

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

My mamilla were even bigger now. I had to induce Double D 's now. I now had tits as big as my mother. I groaned and gasped, the pleasure reaching that tremendous pinnacle of hug drug. I hit it as he suckled out the utmost of my chest 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 mitt slid out of my panties.

He held up his finger, soaked in my juices. I smelled a sweet scent ; my own arousal. I shuddered as he popped his fingers into his mouth, sucking up my early cream.

My naughty cream.

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

J-cups, here I come !

Panting, I thrust up my jeans. I headed to my tooshie, my prominent breasts jiggling and swaying with my every movement. I sat down and smiled as I watched them leaping at the bottom of the inning of my vision. These were everything I wanted. Maybe they would develop adult and I would get my J-cups. I struggled to focus on the example, to grow my education, but all I could think about was milk.

Creamy, egg white, sweetness knocker milk. I could finger the delight slowly filling my knocker. I was generating more than and more. My massive udders were getting ready to give suck Sir Thomas More boy. They needed it. They had to salute my grand delight. So incredible. I would give them all my creamy treats.

I could n't wait.

I kept my hands clasped tight together throughout the lesson. It was hard not to joggle. I was getting hot and excited again, too. Getting fingered while nursing Anthony was amazing. I would experience to take a firm stand that all the male child do matter to please me to get my milk.

I bit my grim lip, my t-shirt flavor tighter and tighter. When I looked down, I knew my tits were heavy. They were swelling and swelling, becoming those monolithic udders that I craved. Soon, they would be big enough to suckle permanently. Every boy or man would enjoy my Milk River as a great 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 jersey was riding up high-pitched and in high spirits as they grew gravid and enceinte. It was turning into a belly shirt. Soon, would it even be able to constrain my titty ?

Would I even need a shirt ?

I sauntered through the halls, my hip joint swaying. My waist was a fiddling curvier, too. Little Sir Thomas More womanly. I might be little, but no fille in my college had tits bigger than me now. The son swarmed around me. They were staring at my tits, looking for that first sign of wetness. They were eager for my milk to fully occur back in. They wanted to hold from me.

It was so incredible. I had such a huge smile on my face as I entered my adjacent year. My mammilla bounced and jiggled, my tit aching. Throbbing. They were filling up with all that delectable Milk. All the pleasure for the boys to enjoy. Nursing them all would be incredible.

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

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

"You just said the magic words,"I moaned. I thrust up my t-shirt, exposing my nipple. They were definitely F-cups now. Large and soft, my mammilla 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 tush, hungry. I gasped as he seized my right breast and swallowed my nipple. His whiskers rubbed against my silky flesh in my medium areola. I whimpered at the rasping sensation.

I shivered as he suckled.

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

I needed to be touched so bad.

My hips wiggled as he suckled, my milk squirting into his oral fissure. 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 athirst. They both suckled with such enthusiasm. I whimpered, my toes curling as both my nipples throbbed. My milk squirted into their hungry lip. I whimpered, staring down at my breasts.

I watched them grow. They went from F-cups to H-cups. I quivered, just two whole step away from what I wanted to be. My breast were heavy now. They were full of so a good deal Milk River. The two male child were so athirst, suckling on me. I shuddered, wiggling my hips. My kitty 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 lips."Why are you shaking that ass ?"

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

I could n't consider I was saying those actor's line, but my panties 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 roll surrounding his rima oris.

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

"Yes,"I moaned.

I cradled both Nate and Tim to my tit as Ken yanked down my dungaree. He ripped them off my rump and down my thigh. They bunched around my ankles, my kitty-cat clenching in anticipation. Every suckle from the two hunk nursing on me ship pleasure shooting down to my pussy.

"Damn, you 're wearing the right form of panties, are n't you ?"said Ken."I ca n't wait to try your milk."

"I 'll consume enough for everyone,"I moaned, knowing it to be true. I could feel it filling my bosom faster than the two male child could suckle it out. My human bag would just have enough creamy goody for all the male child. I quivered, trembling as Ken dragged down my pantie, exposing my ass and pussy to everyone.

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

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

I shuddered as Ken kissed down the curvature of my croup and dipped between my thighs. He nuzzled into my twat. I gasped, his glossa flicking across my Virgin slit. He brushed my folds and caressed my maidenhead. I quivered, my mammilla throbbing and aching. Milk squirted from them as the two boys gulped it down with such hungriness.

I trembled, my sexual climax building and building.

Ken squeezed my rump as he fluttered his tongue up and down my slit. Ken licked up my juices. I could feel them dripping out of me, another sweet and creamy treat for the boy to bask. He brushed my clitoris, sparks bursting from it just like walking on air zapped from my tit. I groaned, loving every import of this. My toes curled in my skid, my twat clenching deeply 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-market tomentum trembling about my nude articulatio humeri."Oh, Ken, you 're going to get so a good deal milk. Just make me cum. Lick my kitty and make me explode."

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

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

I had three boy suckling on me. Both my nipples and my clitoris throbbed and ached. They all sent such wondrous Dame Muriel Spark of joy shooting through me. My tit spurted their Milk into the two boys'thirsty rima oris. They gulped it down, their strong hired man kneading my growing tits.

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

I was coming closer and finisher to my orgasm. Ken 's goatee rasped against my pussy lips through my bush. His natural language fluttered against my virgin crease, pressing on my hymen. He lapped up my unfermented cream while the two other boys nursed on my sugared milk. They gulped it down with such hunger. They were swelling my titty bombastic and tumid.

I just knew I would pull in J-cups.

I would have those big booby just like I wanted. yummy udders. They would be unadulterated. 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 lease Nate 's place. Just prevent licking me. I need an coming. It 's so hot nursing you sexy boys."

"I ca n't wait to progress to you cum,"groaned Anthony. The tall, pitch blackness guy was grinning at me. I did n't be intimate when he had arrived, but he stared at me with such hunger.

"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 pussy sassing. I shuddered, trembling. Both my nipples throbbed while Tim sucked at the same clock time. My Milk River squirted into their mouths, sending treble jolts of lightning zapping down to my bitch. My virtuous jackass became electrify. I gasped, the currents of bliss rushing through me.

I came.

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

ace danced before my eyes.

I shuddered, my entire soundbox convulsing. My hands grabbed my heavy breasts, squeezing out my milk into Nate 's and Tim 's suckling mouths. I whimpered, my brain shaking. It was so good. So wonderful.

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

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

"Yeah, make her cum, then you can drink her scrumptious, creamy milk. I ca n't wait to milk her bag !"

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

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

Ken ripped his sassing from my kitty. His mitt gave my ass a final squeeze then he rose."Her cunt is all yours."

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

I gasped at the vision of his blonde goatee soaked in my juice. My pussycat pick had utterly drenched him. I could smell it, a sweet aroma, but different from the delicious cream that squirted from my teat. I groaned as he darted in and kissed me. I shuddered, tasting my cunt.

A zipper rasped behind me.

"Oh, Nate is going for that cunt,"Anthony cheered."Go for it, dude. shit !"

"Booyah !"Nate shouted.

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

realization hit me.

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

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

Every boy in the classroom cheered their excitement. It was a cost they were all more than uncoerced to pay to imbibe my milk.

Ken latched onto my mammilla, suckling hard. His rough goatee rasped against my ring of color and cushy tit. I shuddered, wiggling my hips and rubbing my hot pussy into the cock 's tip nudging me. I was so aegir to miss my virginity. I hugged both Ken and Tim to my nipple, loving as they suckled on my udders.

Nate thrust.

I groaned, my tit both bursting with Muriel Sarah Spark of pleasure as my hymen stretched and stretched. pain in the ass flared, meeting the electrifying blissfulness flowing from my nipples. I trembled. Then my cherry popped. His cock slammed to the hilt in me. My eyes widened I was suddenly filled with a huge dick.

My foremost shaft ever.

I gasped and moaned, swiveling my hips. I squeezed my cunt around that amazing cock. Nate groaned, his hand squeezing my hips. I was bent grass over to nurse both Ken and Tim, my ass jab out behind me.

Nate drew back his hips and then plunged into me again. He slammed his peter hard into my kitty. I gasped at the force of his dick burying to the hilt in me. His private parts 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 sleep with me. Oh, yes, drink my milk by fucking me hard. produce me break loose !"

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

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

I shuddered, wanting to incur those former places.

My nipple throbbed and ached with more volume. Being filled with Nate 's hammer made nursing my two son even better. I hugged them to my big boob, loving as they swelled them towards being massive J-cups. I trembled, whimpering. Every thrusting of Nate 's dick and suckle of those hungry mouths brought me closer and closer to that tremendous orgasm.

My deflowered cunt clenched down hard on the big putz thrusting into me. It slammed into my depth, heavy balls smacking into my button. sparkle of joy joined the electrifying jolts zapping from my nipple. Milk River squirted again and again into those hungry male child'lip. I groaned, swaying. I was getting finisher and closer to exploding.

It was so intense to be fucked. Nate 's cock reached so trench in me. He plundered my slit. He grunted and groaned, his hand squeezing my hips. 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 eject out of my nipples.

The more creamy treat I delivered to my hungry boys.

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

He suddenly seized my opprobrious pilus and yanked my headway back. I gasped, loving his dominance. He fucked me hard. His sinewy virgule rammed to the hilt in my cunt. I trembled, my pussy clenching down on him. Stars explosion before my eye. It was so acute. Just amazing. I whimpered, squeezing down hard on his dick. This wonderful pleasure built and built and built inside of me.

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

It was what I needed. I exploded.

My pussycat convulsed and writhed about Nate 's tool. He grunted, fucking into my spasming profoundness. Wave of hot passion flooded through my torso. The rush of pleasure was electrified by the zapping delight shooting from my nipples. Both boys suckled as my orgasmic cloud nine swept through my mind. I screamed out in rapture, buckling hard.

"Fuck !"Nate grunted.

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

Nate slammed into me and erupted. His hot jizz flooded into my spoil pussy. I groaned as he pumped that wonderful cream into me. I shuddered, the milk squirting from my mammilla into Ken 's and Tim 's athirst oral fissure. I whimpered, a undulation of pleasure sweeping through my body as my pussy milked Nate 's erupting dick.

He groaned, squeezing my articulatio coxae as he pumped more than and more of his hot spunk into me. I loved it. I was a naughty, human being dairy cow who needed all the wonderful emollient to inundate my body I could treat. I whimpered, the pleasure melting my mind.

It was incredible.

"Fuck,"groaned Nate."You 're up, Tim. You got to realize 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 mouth 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 jeans and shove them down, lifting his rump up from the seat. His cock stretched out his tight honkey underclothes. The fruit of the Loom came off next. There he was, his big dick unveiled. My cum-filled pussy clenched.

Ken kept suckling as I moved. He shoved the desk further out of the way so he could keep open suckling. I straddled Tim, lowering my puss down to his dick. His sassing engulfed my tit before I sank down on him. Once again, I would give two boys the creamy treat they loved. I shuddered, my kitty brushing his dick 's tip.

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

I let out a wanton moan.

deal seized my head, turning me. I gasped to see the nerdy Will thrusting his dick at my oral fissure. Before I knew it, I was suckling on his cock. I nursed on him like the two male child nursed on my heavy tits. My kitty-cat squeezed around Tim 's dense dick. I groaned, reveling in the smell of his quill. I slid up and down him, my pussy clinging to him, the rubbing incredible.

I moaned around that prick in my mouth.

volition groaned, his workforce gripping my brain as he fucked his dick in and out of my backtalk. He had this tempestuous smell behind his looking glass. He grunted and panted, eager to earn the right field to nurse from my udders. I cupped his formal, massaging them as he plunged his cock over and over into my back talk. Drool ran down my Kuki-Chin as I suckled.

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

My snatch gripped him. I held his wonderful tool as I worked up and down his pecker. The feeling of him in me drive me to just ride him. To just enjoy every in of his prick in me. I would cum on his dick. I would burst on that fatheaded dick. I groaned, wiggling my hips.

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

I did n't roll in the hay why I was lucky. Did she mean because I had my big, heavily titty ? I could just tell they were J-cups now. After Nate had cum in me, after the boy at lactate my tits, they had swelled into such a wondrous, monumental size.

I worked my puss up and down Tim 's turncock faster and faster as my inflammation ballooned.

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

I would have dick in all of my gob. I would suckle and nurse at all three of the boys'cocks. I would enjoy them.

I sucked so arduous on Will 's dick as Anthony 's thick tool pressed against my virtuous asshole. My sphincter stretched and stretched and stretched. I shuddered, squirming on Tim 's shaft as that pitch blackness cock popped into my asshole. I groaned throaty joy, moaning around will 's putz.

I shuddered, Antonius 's midst shaft plunging deeper and deeper into my bowels. This tremendous heat met the silky delight in my cunt. The two different clash merged and melted together, driving me towards another astonish orgasm. My tit burst with electric delight, my milk squirting into Tim 's and Ken 's thirsty mouths.

"volition and I will inundate you with cum, HuCow slut,"growled Antony as he bottoms out in my bowel."Goddamn, you 're fucking tight. You 're just a little dairy adulteress, are n't you ?"

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

Anthony chuckled as he drew back his dick. My bowels clenched around his girth, the friction intense."That 's what I thought. You cum so hard. I 'm going to sate your asshole with my cream and then wet-nurse all that sweet, sweet Milk River out of your tits."

"Yes,"testament groaned, his pecker plunging hard and profligate 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 pelvis danced, stirring my cunt and prick around Tim and Anthony 's big cock. They worked in and out of my holes. Two unlike, amazing clash. The silky friction in my cunt and the velvety delight from my bunghole. They swelled inside of me, forming a wondrous violent storm fed by the electricity shooting from my nipples.

more and Sir Thomas More drool ran down my chin. I squeezed my optic shut, building and building towards that climax. I was so close. Anthony fucked me hard, driving his hawkshaw deep into my asshole. His private parts smacked into me. His balls thudded into my flesh over and over. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering as this beat bliss built inside of me. The tempest grew.

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

My orgasm exploded through me.

The storm swept through my body. My mother fucker and pussy writhed about the two tool. Howling farting of go swept through me. Zapping bolts of lightning electrified my mind. My nipples squirted even more than Milk River into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry sassing. I gulped down my kickshaw as I squealed around Will 's dick.

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

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

Anthony drove his dick oceanic abyss into my prick."God fucking damn, HuCow sluts are amazing !"

The black guy fired his jizz into my asshole. Spurt after wonderful spurt of his cum flooded me. Boys cheered around me, all eager to try my milk. To fuck their cock in and out of my mouth and pussy and asshole. To pass on me their salty cum. I wanted it all.

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

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

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

The boys used me. They fucked me over and over and over again. Each one gave me such a marvelous orgasm and spurt after spurt of their hot jizz. Then they got to wet-nurse from my tits. They latched onto my J-cup chest and nursed Milk River 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 farm human cow. My udders were gratuitous for any boy or man to use. All they had to do was give me their jizz and make me cum.

It worked out best for all of us.

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The form chortled in joy at the resolution of its novel pair of panties. It had turned that flat-chested miss into a suck slut.

It had a different idea for its following duad. Not something so chemical group. Something fun. Something that would be bold. To dismiss it off would be a hazard in of itself. It would have to speculation into a new locating. It would demand all of its magic to hold from being discovered. It would be a stranger.

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

But it would be worth it.

It stroked the twosome of panties, loving the design. They were all black, cut narrow in the nominal head and rear, the girdle only strings. It had some mincing lace decorating the front. Two words were printed in bright, gold varsity letter on the rachis. hardihood letters.

TOP BITCH.

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

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