Mind-Control Panties

history thirteen HuCow 's Delicious Milk River

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The frame moved with ease through the department stock. It was excited to leave its stream yoke of step-in behind in this emplacement. After the last one, cherry red Tart, had made femme fatale White into a ageless virgin, the anatomy wanted to try another form of body adjustment. It had an idea for a Delicious one. It was why the current pair of panties looks so much like the white and black rule of a dairy cow. There was a uncomplicated question written on the rear.

Got Milk ?

The figure was eagre for this new fun. Mind-controlling young woman gave it such a rush, but transforming them was just as often fun. There were so many wicked things it could do with this magic. This game was exciting. It could n't wait for that howling rush that imposing its will on its target would bring.

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

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

All the substantial trade good spread out before them. The wealth of nations brought to their fingertips.

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

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

The form reached its destination : the Junior fille surgical incision. It was for lady friend who were ten to thirteen to shop at. Of course, its target area was older than that. Not that she looked it. That 's what made her perfect. On a rack holding bras that were little more than flight simulator, it draped the panty.

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

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

Abigail Hart hated having to go to the Junior fille discussion section shop for her dress. She was xix. nineteen and four animal foot eleven ! She looked like a twelve-year-old daughter and had the bureau to match. She barely qualified as an A-cup. She kept hoping and hoping her breast would grow, but zippo seemed to work. Not any of the apocryphal ideas she 'd acquire off the Internet— she 'd drunk unhurt Milk every day for a year and had nothing to demonstrate for it—nor did the hypnotism from her friends.

She played with her tit when she masturbated.

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

She wanted them to be bighearted. She 'd settle for a B-cup. Something Sir Thomas More than the little mosquito bites she currently had. Something that would make her feeling anything cheeseparing to her age.

Because of her childish frame, she was suspicious of any guy who wanted to date her. They were always such pervs. The balance of the boys wanted daughter with big breasts. vast honkers. The character of soaker sweaters pillows they could snuggle up to.

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

At nineteen, it was surd to keep believing that.

She sighed when she reached the bra surgical incision. She hated having to shop here. She could n't get anything sexy. She was n't even sure why she bothered. Like I need any support, she thought. The only matter that had developed were nipple. They were getting bigger. When they got hard, they were detectable. And that just embarrassed her. At to the lowest degree a preparation bra helped to shroud 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 letters. A prickling rippled through her. thought 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 cashier. The shiver coursed through her physical structure the entire clock time. The cashier felt it, too. They went through the question of her paying, but at no item had any barcode been scanned nor had any money been exchanged. After all, the pantie were n't the storage '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 doorway and heading abode with strange ideas of large mammaries, heavy udders, filling her Cy Young mind.

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Abigail Hart




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

That there would be some sum of money of outgrowth that would 've happened overnight. They were barely more than excrescence. My teat had developed nicely, my areola wide, my stub thick. When erect, they thrust out fairly far. There were little girl my age, like Courtney, with tits much prominent who did n't have nipples half my size. It was so unfair.

I 'd rather have pocket-size mamilla 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 hip. I was n't even five substructure tall. At nineteen, I 'd given up Bob Hope of gaining any more height. I would forever be short. My mother had 3 inch on me and D cups to boot. Why had genetics abandoned me ?

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

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

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

I stepped into the panties and groaned as that frisson raced up my thighs. I wiggled my hips, my figure electrified. So unbelievable. My mamilla hardened. The blue itch formed in my slit. Huge mammaries danced in my mind. Just the giving, softest boobs. It made me want to she-bop. To get out the breast pump and finger my twat while stimulating my nipple.

But I had to get to my college.

I smoothed the smuggled and snowy panty 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 farm cow. I could be a human being cow with big bag just full of creamy milk.

Milk ?

Why did I guess 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 tits even get ? Go up a size ? I might finally be an A-cup in truth. I would never be like that porn champion with those big, massive J-cups.

I thought her name was Hitomi J-cup.

Gosh, she was so prosperous.

I sighed, my fingers smoothing down the figurehead of the panties. My mammilla continued to prickle. I glanced down at them, fat and long, the arrant size pith for charwoman 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 infuriated flak burned in my belly. It was something for a short female child to wear.

line of descent stewing, I threw it down in snarling foiling and grabbed the shirt I was going to weary. It was a purple baby doll t-shirt with a V-neckline. I pulled it over my head and wiggled it around my slender trunk. Another thing a twelve-year-old would assume, but it fit me. My nipples poked at the nominal head, and I did n't care for once.

At least my nipples were developed.

I shoved my legs violently into my jean. I was just so fed up with that all. Nineteen ! Nineteen and with the smallest nipple ever. I worked my pants up my thighs while shaking my head. All my friends had developed. I had to observe 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 jeans and zipped up my fly. I slipped on my ankle joint windsock and popped my feet into my lawn tennis brake shoe. I snagged my bookbag and purse, made certain I had my cell 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 front door. The sun was bright, shining. I felt it warming my skin as I headed to the college, this tingling rippled around my nipples. I knew I should 've outwear a bra. I was feeling the material of my shirt rubbing against my nubs. It was making me emotional. I was getting wet.

Gosh, that was embarrassing.

I finished off my pop woman of the street before I was halfway to my schoolhouse. I sucked a few dirty dog off my finger's breadth, walking past adult who looked down at me. A lot of them were noticing me and shaking their header. wrath burned through me.

What ? Had they never seen a short-change woman ?

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

I reached my college, the metropolis buses dropping off some students, other college students driving their own railway car or walking in like me. A flood of them was heading towards the front door. They were all taller than me. It was the spoilt. Everywhere I went, I was the shortest person. My feet smacked on the sidewalk, my purse swinging off my articulatio humeri, my bookbag bouncing behind me. A few of the students smiled at me. Then they frowned and stared at my t-shirt.

"Abigail !"Courtney greeted when she saw me. She blinked"Um, are you okay ?"

"I 'm just mad,"I said, walking past her and those lavish sweater puppies she always was showing off. She wore a top so cockeyed 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 lacing of her bra.

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

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

Everyone was looking at me. It made the shudder in my nipple worse. I felt so firmly and throbbing right now. I could just feel the material of my empurpled tee shirt molding to them. Teasing my nubs. Everyone stared at me. They had to know that I was aroused.

My cheeks burned as I stalked through the school.

"Uh, you know your leaking,"said Bruce. He was a tall guy, over six foundation, so he loomed over me. He had brown hair's-breadth and a soul patch on his chin. He was on the basketball team, a bountiful guy. My heart fluttered a piffling. He had a great grin and this sorting of dashing tone in his eyes.

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

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

I stared down at my dresser and ...

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

"I have breasts,"I gasped. They were minuscule, little more than budding pile. But they were big than they were when I left my family. They were proper A-cups."Bruce, I have breasts."

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

Those two run-in flashed in my mind. I had Milk. tit milk.

thrill raced out of my step-in. My manus grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up my body. Right there in the hall, not caring that other student were passing us, I stripped. I pulled my shirt up and up, the wet fabric peeling away from my fat nipples. I bunched my shirt up beneath my armpit, exposing my new boob. I gazed at them in awe. They had a shape to them, a perky soundness. And there, beading from my pap, was white milk.

"Jesus, your lactating,"he groaned.

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

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

Other bookman were watching as the tall Robert I knelt down. Even kneeling he had the height to reach my breasts. I groaned as his script gripped my position. Then his mouth nuzzled into my nipple. I gasped as he latched onto my right nub. He sealed his mouth about my fat pap, 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 nipple into his sassing. I groaned, my hands balling tight. It felt so amaze. My nipple felt connected straight to my pussy. My twat clenched as much as my fists, drinking in the exciting sense impression of my milk squirting out of my nub.

He suckled again, groaning as he tasted my breasts Milk River. A repellent shudder ran through me. More ointment beaded on my other nub. I swept up my finger across my pap as Sir David Bruce nursed. He groaned with thirstiness as he feasted on my creamy treat. I held up my finger glistening with the pearly drop.

I brought it to my mouth.

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

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

I nodded."Oh, please go on suckling."

Around us, our fellow classmate were watching. Bruce sucked my left mammilla back into his oral cavity, latching onto that fat nub. I groaned as he suckled, my milk squirting into his back talk. Both his handwriting slid up my body to cup my tit.

He kneaded and massaged my little mounds. I gasped as a flow of white snapshot from my right on nipple and soared over his articulatio humeri to splash wastefully on the storey. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as he suckled. This felt so amazing.

He squeezed my bosom again, the stream squirting harder into his backtalk while my good tit erupted with more of my white cream. This sentence, I cupped my hired man before my right tit and savored the hot milk splashing against my skin. I shuddered at the flock of my creamy treat pooling in the palm of my hand. I brought it up to my lip, eagre to try Thomas More of it.

I sucked it into my mouthpiece, the wonderful goody bursting to life across my taste buds.

So sweet.

I licked at my palm, loving every trace I could recover. My early hand was already covering my tit, getting drenched as he squeezed again, my nipple squirting. drop of hot milk ran across my hand. I quickly brought it up to my oral fissure, licking and lapping and savoring my creamy treat. I could n't waste a single free fall of it.

It was too good.

I trembled, my hips wiggling as he kneaded my teat and nursed from me. My twat was on fire. I kept licking fresh cream off my palms, switching my workforce, loving it. I groaned, the tingles racing from my slit, 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 tits getting great ?"a missy asked.

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

"shucks,"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 comments around me faded as I stared at my knocker. Milk was squirting wastefully from my right tit as I shuddered at the vision of my knocker. They were prominent than A-cups now.

They were B-Cups.

They had a roundness to them. A pertness they lacked before. I shuddered, my pussy on flaming. I was in the middle of the hallway with one-half of my college staring at me, otherwise, I 'd do something about my horny itchiness. I would masturbate.

Bruce suckled and then groaned. For once, I did n't sense that naughty prickling caused by the Milk squirting out of my nipple. He popped his rima oris off, shaking his foreland. Then he darted over to my right tit. He latched on and suckled hard. I gasped as a hot small fry of milk flooded his sassing. But when he nursed a mo fourth dimension, nothing.

"You drained me,"I moaned, staring at my rhythm, perky tits. They were incredible and now had volume. A wonderful physical body. As Bruce popped his sass off my nipple and released my tit, I shuddered. I cupped them for a consequence, kneading them.

"Those are a nice pair of dumbbell,"said Anthony, a tall, Joseph Black guy with a shaved head."Damn fine knocker. I never noticed you have those before, Abigail."

"Because she did n't experience pap before,"Courtney said."hoot, I would n't make 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 perfectly no estimate how this had happened. Could it be because of the panties ? Just because I said that wonderful motion printed on the back, Got milk ? It was so foolish. Neither panties nor saying a phrasal idiom could throw turned me into a human dairy cow. They would n't cause my tits to swell up and give me creamy milk for all the boys to enjoy.

I groaned as I slid my shirt over my tits. With them swelled up, the purpleness fabric squeezed even tighter around my mammaries. The cotton-poly portmanteau word hugged to those big breasts and my hard nipples, and the hem no longer went down past the cincture of my dungaree. 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 have a class to get to, I would do something about it. My white meat had a wonderful bounce to them as I moved through the mansion house. My schoolfellow were staring at me.

For once, they could tell I was n't a short young woman.

I was a cleaning woman. I was 19 and finally had titmouse. Nice, round B-cups. I felt them bouncing and jiggling with my every step, moving with this chirpy firmness. My nipples 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 titty 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 drinking glass. They all stared at me. They all enjoyed the side of my tits.

I finally had melons. schnoz. Delicious sweater puppies. Sure, they were n't the magnanimous, but they were such an improvement. I felt like a million dollar as I headed into my first stratum. My professor, Mr. Abernathy, blinked at the sight of my bosom. He had this athirst face in his eyes as I sat down in the front man row. I grinned at him, arching my rear to thrust out my new breasts at him.

I could tell he loved my babies.

It was so hard not to act with my nipples during class. I just wanted to tweak them. To touch them. They kept tingling as the material of my tee shirt caressed them. I loved how my boob moved. My pussycat was hot, making me squirm which made my white meat jiggle all the clock time. Poor Mr. Abernathy kept stumbling through his lecture. He was paying more than attending 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 future class, 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 Bruce. They were all so amaze. I loved it. I had this grand bounce to my whole tone, making my boobies bounce for all the delight of the boys. 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 Mark Anthony. He was sitting in the spine, his head word turning over to look at me. His centre flicked up and down my figure. The Black guy rubbed his hand across the shaved head."Are you 're tits a little bigger than they were ?"

I glanced down and groaned in joy. They did look enceinte. They looked like they were C-cups now. A petty fuller, slight debauchee. I could tell by the little strip of tegument between the hindquarters of my t-shirt and the waistband of my dungaree, 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 piddling ashen smudge growing where my tough nubs pressed into the t-shirt 's textile."Guess so."

"So, you got any Milk for me."

Got ... milk ...

I ripped up my shirt right there before his desk. My C-cup knocker bounced out with this fantastic sway to them. Milky gabardine beaded on both pink core."Of line I do."I flicked my heart up and down his strapping anatomy."You got anything for me ?"

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

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

His dark hands took my own hired hand 's place. He squeezed my titmouse. I shuddered, loving the way his benighted finger massaged my boobs. He gave them both a good squeezing, causing my milk to squirt out and splash his pectus. The short droplets soaked into his green jersey, a bit of cream beading on the printed logo.

"shit, you 're just a squirter."

I blushed, knowing what he meant. I was n't that much of a Virgin."wellspring, you just create me wet."

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

Anthony leaned down and he sucked on my left nipple. I groaned as his dark back talk sealed about my fat, pink nub. He suckled and my wonderful milk flowed into his mouth. I groaned as his script slid down my stomach. His finger's breadth stroked lower and lower, teasing me.

I gasped as his digit brushed my omphalus and dipped into the small divot. I groaned as he swirled around inside of it, teasing me. Then he went grim. His finger traveled down and down and down until he reached the waistband of my denim. He stroked across the denim, his mitt brushing my fastener.

SNAP !

I groaned as he shoved his hand into my gasp. My fly rasped opened, the zipper moving downward. I shuddered, his buttock hollowing as he suckled hard. My Milk River squirted into his thirsty mouth, sending shiver shooting down to my slit. His finger's breadth dipped into the waistband of those blue step-in. He slid through my bush.

Went lower.

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

My arms went around his forefront, cradling the sexy Negroid guy to my unit of ammunition breasts. I closed my eyes, loving him nursing at my mamilla. He stroked me. His finger's breadth moved up and down, teasing my labia. His spot coaxed out my trivial clit from its hood. I gasped as it burst with sparks from the first metre he touched me.

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

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

He sucked with force. His lips engulfed more and Sir Thomas More of my areola. My milk fired into his mouth. Every metre he nursed, pleasance jolted down to my puss. My cunt clenched, drinking in the lightning while spark flared from my clit. The two unlike genius blend and swirled inside of my cunt.

"red cent, those knocker are amazing,"groaned Tim.

"Yeah,"testament croaked.

"Wow, Abigail 's nipple are adult than mine,"whimpered Courtney.

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

I shuddered and opened my eyes. I groaned in delight as I stared down. My tit were growing fuller. They were expanding as he nursed. It was a insidious alteration, but I could just see their enhance growth. They were round and wax, heavy. I could feel the shifting in my military strength 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 lush tatas,"another guy groaned."Damn, Anthony, you 're lucky."

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

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

Anthony popped his backtalk off my left nipple and darted over to the rightfulness. He rubbed at my button, sparks bursting through me. I whimpered, my right nipple extra sensitive from waiting to be drained. It burst with pleasure as my milk squirted into his mouth. Anthony groaned as he swallowed that marvelous treat.

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

"Oh, yes,"I panted.

His thumb started rubbing at my button while his finger's breadth massaged my labia. He ran up and down the flock of my cunt, teasing me. It was incredible. So vivid. I just knew I was going to explode. I was going to suffer such an awful orgasm.

I loved being a human being dairy farm cow. I loved nursing sexy hombre. Marcus Antonius suckled with such hunger. His left hand grabbed my correctly tit, squeezing. I felt my Milk River squirting out of my nipple and into his mouth with such force.

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

"Anthony !"I howled.

"Oh, yes, that 's incredible !"

I came.

My succus gushed out, bathing his hand. Ripples of pleasure flowed through my trunk. He kept sucking. Nursing. My nipples throbbed and ached, sending more waves of rapture flooding through my consistence. The bliss poured over my intellect, drowning my thoughts.

It was incredible. Stars fit before my oculus. My fountainhead tossed from incline to incline, my blacken hair dancing about my shoulders. My left tit swayed, moving with a heavy exercising weight. I gasped, Anthony kneading my tit, milking me as he suckled.

My button throbbed and ached beneath his massaging thumb.

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

My knocker were even great now. I had to have Double D 's now. I now had tits as big as my mother. I groaned and gasped, the pleasure reaching that fantastic peak of ecstasy. I hit it as he suckled out the last of my breast Milk. I groaned, a final shiver racing through me. Then I was panting. Gasping. I shook my head, dizzy from the pleasure.

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

He held up his finger's breadth, soaked in my juice. I smelled a perfumed perfume ; my own foreplay. I shuddered as he popped his finger's breadth into his mouth, sucking up my other cream.

My naughty cream.

I trembled as I shoved down my shirt over my large sweater puppies. My t-shirt was so soused. It rode up, showing off my bellybutton now. I groaned, my knocker 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 keister, my large breasts jiggling and swaying with my every cause. I sat down and smiled as I watched them bounce at the bed of my vision. These were everything I wanted. Maybe they would grow giving and I would get my J-cups. I struggled to focus on the lesson, to grow my education, but all I could think about was milk.

Creamy, snowy, sugariness breast Milk River. I could feel the joy slowly filling my titmouse. I was generating Sir Thomas More and more. My massive bag were getting ready to nurse more boys. They needed it. They had to salute my wonderful 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 jiggle. I was getting hot and activated again, too. Getting fingered while nursing Susan B. Anthony was amazing. I would have to insist that all the boys do things to please me to get my milk.

I bit my lower berth lip, my t-shirt feeling tighter and tighter. When I looked down, I knew my tits were large. 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 enjoy my milk as much as they wanted.

Lactophiles would adore me.

I bit my miserable lip in anticipation.

Soon class was over. I stood up quickly just so my teat would take a hop up and down. My T-shirt was riding up higher and eminent as they grew bigger and bigger. It was turning into a belly shirt. Soon, would it even be able-bodied to constrain my titty ?

Would I even need a shirt ?

I sauntered through the halls, my hip swaying. My shank was a trivial curvier, too. Little to a greater extent womanly. I might be shortly, but no female child in my college had tits large than me now. The boys swarmed around me. They were staring at my titty, looking for that get-go sign of wetness. They were eager for my milk to fully come back in. They wanted to hold from me.

It was so unbelievable. I had such a Brobdingnagian smile on my face as I entered my next social class. My titmouse bounced and jiggled, my tit aching. Throbbing. They were filling up with all that yummy Milk. All the delectation for the boys to revel. Nursing them all would be unbelievable.

Nate glanced at me. He had these thick air expanders in his lips, stretching out his lobes. His farsighted whisker 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 mamilla ?

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

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

It was just in the way. v

I sauntered up to him, my boob jiggling. He turned in his seat, hungry. I gasped as he seized my properly breast and swallowed my nipple. His whiskers rubbed against my silky form in my tender areola. I whimpered at the rasping sensation.

I shivered as he suckled.

My breast milk fired into his mouth. It splashed as he suckled and nursed with force. My toes curled. My kitty clenched. Such a unholy and wanton wave of delight shot through me. It was incredible. Just what I craved. What I needed. I groaned, biting my grim 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 cavity. I whimpered and then gasped as Tim came up. He latched onto my other bosom, leaning over to suckle with Nate. I groaned, holding both their head teacher to my mammilla.

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

I watched them grow. They went from F-cups to H-cups. I quivered, just two steps away from what I wanted to be. My breasts were weighed down now. They were full of so much Milk River. The two boy were so hungry, suckling on me. I shuddered, wiggling my pelvic arch. 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 sassing."Why are you shaking that ass ?"

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

I could n't trust I was saying those words, but my scanty tingled around me. I needed to be devoured. My virgin pussy needed more than just fingers. Ken groaned, licking his lips and brushing those lucky curls surrounding his mouth.

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

"Yes,"I moaned.

I cradled both Nate and Tim to my tits as Ken yanked down my denim. He ripped them off my keister and down my thighs. They bunched around my ankles, 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 rectify sort of scanty, are n't you ?"said Ken."I ca n't expect to try your milk."

"I 'll have enough for everyone,"I moaned, knowing it to be lawful. I could experience it filling my tits faster than the two boys could suckle it out. My human bag would just have enough creamy treats for all the boys. I quivered, trembling as Ken dragged down my panties, exposing my ass and pussy to everyone.

"damn, she might have the summit of a minuscule girl, but that goat is age,"groaned Ken.

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

I shuddered as Ken kissed down the curve of my rump and dipped between my thigh. He nuzzled into my pussy. I gasped, his tongue flicking across my Virgin twat. He brushed my folds and caressed my hymen. I quivered, my teat throbbing and aching. Milk squirted from them as the two boy gulped it down with such hunger.

I trembled, my orgasm building and building.

Ken squeezed my tush as he fluttered his tongue up and down my dent. Ken licked up my juice. I could find them dripping out of me, another confection and creamy treat for the boys to enjoy. He brushed my clit, sparks bursting from it just like bliss zapped from my nipples. I groaned, loving every minute of this. My toes curled in my brake shoe, my pussy clenching recondite 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 stimulate me cum. Lick my pussy and make me explode."

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

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

I had three male child suckling on me. Both my teat and my clit throbbed and ached. They all sent such wonderfully glint of pleasance shooting through me. My teat spurted their milk into the two son'athirst rima oris. They gulped it down, their strong hand kneading my growing tits.

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

I was coming closer and closer to my orgasm. Ken 's goatee rasped against my pussy back talk through my Vannevar Bush. His tongue fluttered against my Virgin sheepcote, pressing on my virginal membrane. He lapped up my sweetly pick while the two other boys nursed on my odoriferous milk. They gulped it down with such hunger. They were swelling my titty great and heavy.

I just knew I would gain J-cups.

I would own those big booby just like I wanted. Delicious udders. They would be perfect. Just amazing. I whimpered, trembling as I hurtled towards that wonderful moment.

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

"I ca n't waitress to take a crap you cum,"groaned Anthony. The tall, Black guy was grinning at me. I did n't know when he had arrived, but he stared at me with such hunger.

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

Ken latched onto my clit again. He sucked hard, his goatee rubbing against my pussy lips. I shuddered, trembling. Both my nipples throbbed while Tim sucked at the same time. My milk squirted into their sassing, sending dual saccade of lightning zapping down to my slit. My Virgo the Virgin slit became electrified. 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 athirst mouth. He licked and lapped up my confection cream while my breast milk continued to flow into Nate 's and Tim 's hungry maw. I shuddered, the electric arc zapping through my mind.

principal danced before my eyes.

I shuddered, my entire body convulsing. My helping hand grabbed my heavy knocker, squeezing out my Milk River into Nate 's and Tim 's suckling oral cavity. I whimpered, my read/write head shaking. It was so goodness. So wonderful.

"Make that HuCow slut cum !"Anthony shouted.

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

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

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

Nate ripped his back talk off my mammilla. Some of my creamy Milk had spilled down into his sullen goatee. He grinned at me, nodding."I 'll swap, Ken."

Ken ripped his mouth from my pussy. His handwriting gave my ass a final squeeze play then he rose."Her cunt is all yours."

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

I gasped at the sight of his blonde goatee soaked in my succus. My pussy ointment had utterly drenched him. I could smell out it, a sweet-flavored aroma, but different from the delicious cream that squirted from my nipples. I groaned as he darted in and kissed me. I shuddered, tasting my cunt.

A zip rasped behind me.

"Oh, Nate is going for that cunt,"Anthony cheered."Go for it, gallant. Damn !"

"Booyah !"Nate shouted.

Just as Ken broke the kiss with me, I felt something pressing into my pussycat. It was n't a mouth. It was n't a finger. It was thick. Spongy. I gasped as it slid up my pussy back talk to my maidenhead. I threw a expression behind me to see Nate standing.

Realization hit me.

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

"Yes, boys have to bonk me to drink my bosom Milk !"I moaned.

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

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

Nate thrust.

I groaned, my nipples both bursting with discharge of pleasure as my hymen stretched and stretched. Pain flared, meeting the electrifying seventh heaven flowing from my nipples. I trembled. Then my cherry tree popped. His stopcock slammed to the hilt in me. My eyes widened I was suddenly filled with a huge dick.

My first cock ever.

I gasped and moaned, swiveling my rose hip. I squeezed my puss around that amazing cock. Nate groaned, his hand squeezing my hips. I was bent over to give suck both Ken and Tim, my ass push out behind me.

Nate drew back his hips and then plunged into me again. He slammed his stopcock hard into my pussy. I gasped at the force of his dick burying to the hilt in me. His crotch smacked into my rump, making my butt-cheeks jiggle. My big udders 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 bonk me. Oh, yes, drink my milk by fucking me intemperate. Make me explode !"

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

"You have to fuck a HuCow hard !"growled Anthony."You just Pound her cunt. And other places."

I shuddered, wanting to see those other places.

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

My deflowered twat clenched down hard on the big gumshoe thrusting into me. It slammed into my depths, threatening balls smacking into my clit. Muriel Sarah Spark of pleasure joined the electrifying jerking zapping from my teat. Milk River squirted again and again into those hungry boys'mouth. I groaned, swaying. I was getting finisher and faithful to exploding.

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

The more creamy treat I delivered to my hungry boys.

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

He suddenly seized my pitch blackness hair and yanked my caput back. I gasped, loving his dominance. He fucked me unvoiced. His powerful CVA rammed to the hilt in my snatch. I trembled, my pussy clenching down on him. virtuoso burst before my center. 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 same time just as Nate slammed into me.

It was what I needed. I exploded.

My pussy convulsed and writhed about Nate 's hammer. He grunted, fucking into my spasming depths. Waves of hot passion flooded through my body. The rushing of delight was electrified by the zapping delight shooting from my teat. Both boys suckled as my orgasmic cloud nine swept through my mind. I screamed out in exaltation, buckling hard.

"Fuck !"Nate grunted.

"Cum in me !"I howled."floodlight me with all that seed. Yes ! I 'm a homo dairy farm cow ! I need your cum flooding my twat !"

Nate slammed into me and erupted. His hot jizz flooded into my impair pussy. I groaned as he pumped that wondrous ointment into me. I shuddered, the Milk River squirting from my nipples into Ken 's and Tim 's hungry mouth. I whimpered, a wave of delight sweeping through my body as my pussy milked Nate 's erupting dick.

He groaned, squeezing my pelvic arch as he pumped more and more of his hot heart into me. I loved it. I was a naughty, man dairy cow who needed all the wonderful cream to swamp my consistency I could care. I whimpered, the pleasure melting my brain.

It was incredible.

"Fuck,"groaned Nate."You 're up, Tim. You got to make her cum to pay for that sweet Milk River you 've been drinking.

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

Tim popped his lip off my mamilla and groaned,"I want you to sit on my dick."He licked his backtalk, milk staining them."Sit on my hawkshaw and ride me. Then I can observe breast feeding you."

I nodded, groaning as he sat down on a hot seat, shoving the desk away from him. He unzipped his jeans and shove them down, lifting his tush up from the rear end. His pecker stretched out his sozzled honkie underwear. The Fruit of the Loom came off next. There he was, his big dick unveiled. My cum-filled pussy clenched.

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

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

I let out a wanton moan.

Hands seized my fountainhead, turning me. I gasped to see the nerdy volition thrusting his dick at my sassing. Before I knew it, I was suckling on his cock. I nursed on him like the two boys nursed on my heavy tit. My pussy squeezed around Tim 's wooden-headed dick. I groaned, reveling in the feel of his cock. I slid up and down him, my pussy clinging to him, the friction incredible.

I moaned around that cock in my mouth.

Will groaned, his hands gripping my principal as he fucked his prick in and out of my back talk. He had this wild look behind his shabu. He grunted and panted, eager to garner the right wing to lactate from my bag. I cupped his balls, massaging them as he plunged his cock over and over into my mouth. baloney ran down my chin as I suckled.

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

My snatch gripped him. I held his wondrous turncock as I worked up and down his shaft. The feel of him in me force me to just ride him. To just savor every inch of his dick in me. I would cum on his dick. I would explode on that thick cock. I groaned, wiggling my hip joint.

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

I did n't know why I was lucky. Did she mean because I had my big, heavy titty ? I could just tell they were J-cups now. After Nate had cum in me, after the son at wet-nurse my tits, they had swelled into such a wonderful, massive size.

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

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

I would possess gumshoe in all of my holes. I would wet-nurse and harbor at all three of the boys'cocks. I would enjoy them.

I sucked so heavy on will 's shaft as Susan B. Anthony 's thick cock pressed against my pure asshole. My sphincter stretched and stretched and stretched. I shuddered, squirming on Tim 's light beam as that Black pecker popped into my bunghole. I groaned throaty joy, moaning around will 's prick.

I shuddered, Antonius 's midst pecker plunging inscrutable and deeper into my bowels. This wonderful heat met the silky joy in my pussy. The two unlike rubbing merged and melted together, driving me towards another amazing orgasm. My tit burst with electrical joy, my Milk River squirting into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry mouths.

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

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

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

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

It was unbelievable. I was pleasing all the son I could.

My hip danced, stirring my snatch and asshole around Tim and Anthony 's big hawkshaw. They worked in and out of my holes. Two different, amazing frictions. The silky friction in my cunt and the velvety delight from my asshole. They swelled inside of me, forming a wondrous violent storm fed by the electrical energy shooting from my nipples.

to a greater extent and Thomas More tosh ran down my chin. I squeezed my oculus 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 glob thudded into my pulp over and over. I shuddered, my oculus fluttering as this amazing bliss built inside of me. The tempest grew.

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

My orgasm exploded through me.

The storm swept through my torso. My dickhead and pussy writhed about the two peter. Howling twist of cristal swept through me. Zapping bolts of lightning electrified my mind. My pap squirted even more milk into Tim 's and Ken 's athirst mouth. I gulped down my treat as I squealed around Will 's dick.

"Fuck, yes !"the swot 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 rear of his cock. Thomas More and more of his boy-cream flooded my oral fissure. I savored every cliff. I reveled in this wondrous moment. It was incredible. Amazing. I never wanted to finish. I felt so empty-headed as this delicious pleasure rippled through my body.

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

The black guy fired his jizz into my asshole. Spurt after wonderful spurt of his cum flooded me. male child cheered around me, all eagre to taste my Milk River. To have it off their shaft in and out of my sassing and pussy and mother fucker. To grant me their salty cum. I wanted it all.

I gulped down every drop of Will 's jizz while my SOB and pussy milked Tim and Mark Anthony dry.

Mark Antony ripped his gumshoe out of my bastard. He seized me under my armpits and hauled me off Tim 's cock. He pulled my Brobdingnagian udder away from the two boys'hungry backtalk. I gasped, suddenly pressed onto a screen background.

Cum ran out of my pussy and motherfucker as Mark Anthony leaned over and latched onto my nipple topping my J-cup tit. Will took the other one, suckling hard as the next boy stepped up to love my pussy.

The boys used me. They fucked me over and over and over again. Each one gave me such a wonderful sexual climax and spurt after squirt of their hot jizz. Then they got to suckle from my breast. They latched onto my J-cup tit and lactate Milk River from my bag. It was marvellous. I groaned, savoring every moment that they were using me. It just felt so right.

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

It worked out outdo for all of us.

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The chassis chortled in pleasure at the solvent of its newest pair of panties. It had turned that flat-chested girl into a wet slut.

It had a unlike idea for its future pair. Not something so radical. Something fun. Something that would be bold. To drop it off would be a risk of exposure in of itself. It would have to venture into a new positioning. It would ask all of its legerdemain to keep on from being discovered. It would be a stranger.

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

But it would be Worth it.

It stroked the dyad of panty, loving the excogitation. They were all Negro, cut narrow in the battlefront and rear, the waistband only strings. It had some dainty lacing decorating the social movement. Two word of honor were printed in bright, gold letters on the back. Daring letters.

TOP BITCH.

The number smiled as it picked up the panties and marched to the mist.

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