Mind-Control Panties

fib Thirteen HuCow 's Delicious Milk

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for Beta reading this !

The public figure moved with ease through the department memory board. It was excited to pull up stakes its current pair of pantie behind in this positioning. After the final stage one, cerise woman of the street, had made Delilah Edward White into a aeonian virgin, the figure wanted to try another form of body modification. It had an estimation for a delightful one. It was why the current span of panties looks so much like the white and ignominious approach pattern of a dairy farm cow. There was a simple dubiousness written on the rear.

Got Milk ?

The figure was eager for this new fun. Mind-controlling female child gave it such a spate, but transforming them was just as a good deal fun. There were so many pixilated things it could do with this deception. This plot was exciting. It could n't wait for that rattling charge that imposing its will on its target would bring.

It could n't expect 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 falls in its lair. The thoroughgoing girl to be transformed.

The shoppers in the Brobdingnagian box depot paid no heed to the form. It slipped between them, almost flowing like phantasm. Nonde*********** and unremarkable tincture. Its dependable form was utterly noncitizen, but they did n't see it as anything Thomas More than the background. Their heart slid across the figure to stare at what they really were here for.

All the substantial commodity spread out before them. The wealth of state brought to their fingertips.

They had no estimate how rosy they were. They took it all for granted.

Not that the figure cared. It just wanted to overgorge its own lecherousness for mischief.

The figure reached its destination : the Junior Miss section. It was for female child who were ten to thirteen to shop at. Of course of action, its target was older than that. Not that she looked it. That 's what made her perfect. On a rack holding bandeau that were little more than than trainers, it draped the scanty.

The anatomy shuddered, tidal bore for the fun to begin. Then it flitted away. It moved through the shopping crowd, heading back towards the fund 's automatonlike doors. The mist awaited. Back to its lair to watch the fun.

It trembled in anticipation. It could feel its prey coming stuffy and closer to the section.

Abigail Lorenz Hart hated having to go to the Jr Miss section shop class for her clothes. She was nineteen. Nineteen and four foot eleven ! She looked like a twelve-year-old girl and had the chest to check. She barely qualified as an A-cup. She kept hoping and hoping her tit would grow, but nothing seemed to run. Not any of the apocryphal musical theme she 'd gotten off the Internet— she 'd drunk completely Milk River every day for a year and had nothing to testify for it—nor did the proposition from her friends.

She played with her mammilla when she masturbated.

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

She wanted them to be full-grown. She 'd take root for a B-cup. Something more than the little mosquito bites she currently had. Something that would make her flavor anything close to her age.

Because of her infantile material body, she was leery of any guy who wanted to particular date her. They were always such pervs. The residuum of the son wanted girls with big breasts. Huge honkers. The type of lush perspirer pillows they could nestle up to.

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

At nineteen, it was hard 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 backing, she thought. The only thing that had developed were nipple. They were getting grown. When they got hard, they were noticeable. And that just embarrassed her. At to the lowest degree a training bra helped to conceal them.

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

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

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

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

scanty in hand, she marched up to the bank clerk. The tingle coursed through her organic structure the entire clip. The cashier felt it, too. They went through the motions of her paying, but at no point had any barcode been scanned nor had any money been exchanged. After all, the panties were n't the store 's. They were Abigail 's. They were made for her. If anyone else took them, the solvent could be unpredictable.

A gymnastics passenger car had learned that.

Then Abigail was out the threshold and heading habitation with strange ideas of large mammaries, weighty bag, filling her young mind.

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Abigail Hart




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

That there would be some sum of emergence that would 've happened overnight. They were barely more than bumps. My teat had developed nicely, my areolas astray, my nubs thick. When erect, they thrust out fairly far. There were young lady my age, like Courtney, with bosom much bigger who did n't consume mamilla half my size. It was so unfair.

I 'd rather have small nipples and huge breast then the reverse.

"I 'm never going to get a boyfriend,"I muttered. I stared at myself in the mirror. I had no pelvic girdle. I was n't even five pes tall. At XIX, I 'd given up hope of gaining any Sir Thomas More height. I would forever be short. My mother had 3 inches on me and D cups to boot. Why had genetics abandoned me ?

I threw on my new pair of step-in I 'd bought yesterday. The dairy cow pattern on them was ... exciting. They made me tingle when I touched them. It ran all the way up to my breasts. My nipples. I could almost fantasize that if I put on these panties, I would acquire vast tits. Just the largest udder. liberal than stunt man D 's. Then F-cups. Then G or maybe even in H-cups.

Maybe I 'd get ahead J-cups like that Nipponese porn star.

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

I stepped into the panties and groaned as that frisson raced up my thighs. I wiggled my articulatio coxae, my physical body electrified. So incredible. My nipples hardened. The naughty itching formed in my slit. Huge mammaries danced in my mind. Just the biggest, softest boob. It made me want to masturbate. To get out the breast pump and digit my fathead while stimulating my nipple.

But I had to get to my college.

I smoothed the disgraceful and lily-white panties over my rump and then traced the girdle around to the front end. They fit perfectly. I kinda liked the flavor. Like I was a dairy cow. I could be a homo cow with big udder just full of creamy milk.

Milk ?

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

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

I thought her name was Hitomi J-cup.

Gosh, she was so lucky.

I sighed, my finger's breadth smoothing down the front of the step-in. My nipples continued to prickle. I glanced down at them, fat and long, the perfect size essence for charwoman with big boob. It was like they were taunting me. I hissed in frustration and grabbed my training bra. I lifted it up and an infuriated flame burned in my belly. It was something for a little girl to tire out.

Blood boiling, I threw it down in snarling thwarting and grabbed the shirt I was going to hold out. It was a purple baby doll t-shirt with a V-neckline. I pulled it over my header and wiggled it around my slender trunk. Another affair a twelve-year-old would break, but it fit me. My nipples poked at the front, and I did n't handle for once.

At least my mamilla were developed.

I shoved my leg violently into my blue jean. I was just so fed up with that all. Nineteen ! nineteen and with the smallest tits ever. I worked my pants up my second joint while shaking my head. All my friends had developed. I had to watch Jennifer and Courtney and Melissa and Beverly and Janiqua all grow tits. They all got excited as they went from A-cups to B-cups and some went to C-cups. Courtney even made it to a D-cup.

All the male child loved her.

I buttoned up my jeans and zipped up my fly. I slipped on my ankle socks and popped my pes into my tennis brake shoe. I snagged my bookbag and purse, made sure I had my cell telephone set, and then I was out of my bedchamber. I grabbed a pop tart from the wassailer and nibbled on as I headed out the front doorway. 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 assume a bra. I was feeling the framework of my shirt rubbing against my core. It was making me excited. I was getting wet.

Gosh, that was embarrassing.

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

What ? Had they never seen a short char ?

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

I reached my college, the city buses dropping off some students, other college students driving their own car or walking in like me. A flood of them was heading towards the front doorway. They were all taller than me. It was the worst. Everywhere I went, I was the unretentive person. My infantry smacked on the pavement, my purse swinging off my shoulder, my bookbag bouncing behind me. A few of the pupil smiled at me. Then they frowned and stared at my t-shirt.

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

"I 'm just mad,"I said, walking past her and those lush jumper puppies she always was showing off. She wore a top so pissed that it molded to her tits. On top of that, she had a plunging neckline that went so low it showed off a trace of the lace of her bra.

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

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

Everyone was looking at me. It made the tingles in my nipples worse. I felt so hard and throbbing right now. I could just feel the material of my purple tee shirt molding to them. Teasing my nub. Everyone stared at me. They had to know that I was aroused.

My brass burned as I stalked through the school.

"Uh, you know your leaking,"said Bruce. He was a grandiloquent guy, over six feet, so he loomed over me. He had brown pilus and a soulfulness patch on his mentum. He was on the basketball squad, a handsome guy. My heart fluttered a little. 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 articulation. I shifted. Did he like 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 multitude must think I was a small fry. Right now, I did n't manage. There were two growing wet pip centered around my nipple. They were leaking. I blinked at seeing a bit of white bead through my shirt clinging to my white meat ...

"I have titty,"I gasped. They were small, little more than budding cumulation. But they were grown than they were when I left my star sign. They were proper A-cups."Bruce, I have breasts."

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

Those two word of honor flashed in my mind. I had milk. Breast milk.

tingle raced out of my panties. My hired man grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up my body. Right there in the hallway, not caring that other educatee 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 firmness. And there, beading from my mamilla, was white milk.

"Jesus, your lactating,"he groaned.

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

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

Other students were watching as the tall Bruce knelt down. Even kneeling he had the height to reach my knocker. I groaned as his bridge player gripped my incline. Then his sass nuzzled into my nipple. I gasped as he latched onto my right nub. He sealed his mouth about my fat mammilla, his sassing pressing warm against my areola.

He suckled.

chill raced through my body as I felt the milk squirting out of my tit into his rima oris. I groaned, my bridge player balling tight. It felt so astonishing. My nipple felt connected straight to my pussy. My cunt clenched as very much as my clenched fist, drinking in the energise sensation of my Milk squirting out of my nub.

He suckled again, groaning as he tasted my boob milk. A wicked shudder ran through me. More cream beaded on my early nub. I swept up my finger across my teat as Robert I nursed. He groaned with hunger as he feasted on my creamy treat. I held up my finger glistening with the pearly drop.

I brought it to my mouth.

I groaned as I thrust my finger into my backtalk. I tasted my creamy knocker milk. It was sweeter than cow 's Milk River. cleanse, I popped my digit out of my mouth. My knife ran over the roof of my lip as I savored the smell. It had a melony aftertaste. Something almost like cantaloupe. I groaned, smacking my lips.

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

I nodded."Oh, please preserve suckling."

Around us, our buster classmate were watching. David Bruce sucked my provide mamilla back into his lip, latching onto that fat nub. I groaned as he suckled, my milk squirting into his mouth. Both his hands slid up my torso to cup my chest.

He kneaded and massaged my petty mounds. I gasped as a stream of white blastoff from my correct nipple and soared over his shoulder to splash wastefully on the storey. 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 tit erupted with Thomas More of my white cream. This sentence, I cupped my script before my good tit and savored the hot milk splashing against my hide. I shuddered at the sight of my creamy treat pooling in the palm tree of my paw. I brought it up to my mouth, eager to smack Sir Thomas More of it.

I sucked it into my mouth, the wonderful goody bursting to lifetime across my appreciation buds.

So sweet.

I licked at my palm, loving every trace I could retrieve. My other hand was already covering my pap, getting drenched as he squeezed again, my nipple squirting. beads of hot milk ran across my mitt. I quickly brought it up to my oral cavity, licking and lapping and savoring my creamy treat. I could n't ravage a single pearl of it.

It was too good.

I trembled, my pelvis wiggling as he kneaded my breast and nursed from me. My goof was on flame. I kept licking fresh cream off my palms, switching my hands, loving it. I groaned, the tingling racing from my slit, maybe from my panties. They surged up and up to my bosom to form me into a delicious human cow. I shuddered, my creamy treat flooding Bruce 's mouth.

"Are her tits getting large ?"a young lady 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 teat. You 're lactating !"

I shrugged, not sure what to say. Then I stared down at my tits and gasped. The commentary around me faded as I stared at my knocker. Milk River was squirting wastefully from my right pap as I shuddered at the flock of my dummy. They were self-aggrandizing than A-cups now.

They were B-Cups.

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

David Bruce suckled and then groaned. For once, I did n't feel that naughty chill caused by the Milk squirting out of my nipple. He popped his mouthpiece off, shaking his psyche. Then he darted over to my decently nipple. He latched on and suckled hard. I gasped as a hot squirt of milk flooded his mouth. But when he nursed a second metre, nothing.

"You drained me,"I moaned, staring at my round, perky mammilla. They were incredible and now had volume. A wondrous shape. As Bruce popped his sassing off my nipple and released my boob, I shuddered. I cupped them for a mo, kneading them.

"Those are a nice pair of boobs,"said Antony, a tall, Negroid guy with a shaved head."shit fine tits. I never noticed you have those before, Abigail."

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

I shook my head, pulling down my shirt. I had utterly no estimate how this had happened. Could it be because of the panty ? Just because I said that wonderful question printed on the back, Got Milk River ? It was so dopy. Neither panties nor saying a phrase could have got turned me into a human dairy cow. They would n't cause my tits to swell and break me creamy milk for all the boys to enjoy.

I groaned as I slid my shirt over my tits. With them swelled up, the purple fabric squeezed even tighter around my mammaries. The cotton-poly blend hugged to those big breasts and my hard mamilla, 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 pussy was juicy. If I did n't have a class to get to, I would do something about it. My tit had a wonderful bounce to them as I moved through the halls. My classmates were staring at me.

For once, they could assure I was n't a small girl.

I was a cleaning lady. I was XIX and finally had mamilla. Nice, round B-cups. I felt them bouncing and jiggling with my every whole step, moving with this buoyant firmness. My nipple throbbed and tingled, such joy rippling through me.

I smiled at everyone who noticed my new mammaries. Especially the guys. They were staring at my tits with thirstiness. I could see it in their middle. Nate with his ear expanders and his man bun, Ken with his goatee of blonde tomentum, and testament while pushing up his glass. They all stared at me. They all enjoyed the side of my tits.

I finally had melon. Hooters. Delicious sweater puppies. Sure, they were n't the biggest, but they were such an improvement. I felt like a million clam as I headed into my 1st family. My professor, Mr. Abernathy, blinked at the sight of my mamilla. He had this thirsty looking at in his center as I sat down in the front row. I grinned at him, arching my binding to thrust out my new breasts at him.

I could enjoin he loved my babies.

It was so hard not to play with my nipples during class. I just wanted to tweak them. To affect them. They kept tingling as the fabric of my T-shirt caressed them. I loved how my titmouse moved. My pussy was hot, making me squirm which made my white meat jiggle all the time. Poor Mr. Abernathy kept stumbling through his talk. He was paying more tending to my tatas then on what he was supposed to be teaching us.

That made me feel like a million bucks.

I headed to my next class, a chemical group of guys hovering around me. They were so cunning. They were all staring at me, talking and elbowing each early, muttering about how I 'd nursed Bruce. They were all so awesome. I loved it. I had this wonderful bound to my footfall, making my dumbbell bounce for all the delight of the boys. I had never felt better about myself in my life.

I was a human being cow and loved it.

I entered my next class and there was Marcus Antonius. He was sitting in the rachis, his nous turning over to look at me. His eyes flicked up and down my figure. The Black guy rubbed his hand across the shaved read/write head."Are you 're tits a little swelled than they were ?"

I glanced down and groaned in pleasure. They did seem with child. They looked like they were C-cups now. A little fuller, short rounder. I could enjoin by the little strip of tegument between the bottom of my T-shirt and the waistband of my jean, proving that I 'd grown in volume.

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

I grinned, seeing the little white maculation growing where my severe nubs pressed into the t-shirt 's material."hypothesis 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 careen to them. Milky blanched beaded on both pink heart."Of grade I do."I flicked my center up and down his strapping form."You got anything for me ?"

"Think I got something for you,"Susan B. 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 souse C-cup knocker. I shook them at him, a repelling smile on my lips. My cunt clenched, my juices soaking the dairy-cow-pattern panties.

His dark deal took my own paw 's place. He squeezed my pap. I shuddered, loving the way his dark fingers massaged my bosom. He gave them both a thoroughly squeeze play, causing my milk to squirt out and splash his dresser. The petty droplets soaked into his dark-green tee shirt, a bit of cream beading on the printed logo.

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

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

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

Marcus Antonius leaned down and he sucked on my left mammilla. I groaned as his dark lips sealed about my fat, pink nub. He suckled and my tremendous milk flowed into his mouth. I groaned as his work force slid down my stomach. His finger stroked low and low-toned, teasing me.

I gasped as his finger's breadth brushed my umbilicus and dipped into the piffling divot. I groaned as he swirled around inside of it, teasing me. Then he went modest. His finger's breadth traveled down and down and down until he reached the sash of my jeans. He stroked across the dungaree, his bridge player brushing my fastener.

SNAP !

I groaned as he shoved his deal into my pants. My fly rasped opened, the zipper moving downward. I shuddered, his impertinence hollowing as he suckled hard. My Milk squirted into his thirsty mouth, sending shake shooting down to my cunt. His finger dipped into the sash of those racy panty. He slid through my bush.

Went lower.

I gasped as he cupped my virginal slit. I felt his middle finger's breadth sliding up and down my wet prick. I shuddered, this pleasure rippling through me. Everyone was watching as he fingered my Virgo twat, sending such naughty delight rippling through me.

My arms went around his pass, cradling the aphrodisiacal Black guy to my round breasts. I closed my eyes, loving him nursing at my teat. He stroked me. His fingerbreadth moved up and down, teasing my labia. His jot coaxed out my slight clit from its hood. I gasped as it burst with sparks from the first of all fourth dimension he touched me.

I gasped in delight, shuddering as he rubbed that niggling bud for a moment. His finger danced along as he suckled. My Milk River squirted into his rima oris. He nursed with such hunger. I trembled, my succus soaking his digits.

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

He sucked with force. His rim engulfed more and more of my areola. My Milk River fired into his oral fissure. Every time he nursed, pleasure jolted down to my pussy. My pussy clenched, drinking in the lightning while sparks flared from my clit. The two different aesthesis mixed and swirled inside of my cunt.

"tinker's dam, those tits are amazing,"groaned Tim.

"Yeah,"will croaked.

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

"Tell me about it,"said Janiqua, my Black supporter."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 boob were growing fuller. They were expanding as he nursed. It was a subtle change, but I could just see their heighten ontogeny. They were round and full, heavy. I could feel the shifting in my position as I adjusted myself to the increased weighting 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."tinker's dam, Anthony, you 're lucky."

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

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

Anthony popped his lip off my left nipple and darted over to the right. He rubbed at my clit, sparks bursting through me. I whimpered, my right nipple surplus sensitive from waiting to be drained. It burst with pleasure as my Milk River squirted into his mouth. Anthony groaned as he swallowed that wonderful treat.

I stroked his bald-shaved header. I caressed him, loving the flavour of his thickheaded sass wrapped around my nipple. The sum of suction he created was incredible. My succus flowed out of me. I whimpered and groaned.

"Oh, yes,"I panted.

His quarter round started rubbing at my button while his fingers massaged my labia. He ran up and down the fold of my cunt, teasing me. It was incredible. So acute. I just knew I was going to explode. I was going to accept such an amazing orgasm.

I loved being a human dairy farm cow. I loved nursing sexy guys. Antonius suckled with such hunger. His left hired man grabbed my right field tit, squeezing. I felt my milk squirting out of my nipple and into his mouth with such force.

I gasped, the delight swelling inside of me. I could n't consider much more of this. His thumb rubbed my clit. His back talk nursed at my mamilla. His fingers caressed my labia. They danced up and down my slit, brushing my virginal membrane. He stroked all my naughty bits.

"Anthony !"I howled.

"Oh, yes, that 's unbelievable !"

I came.

My juices gushed out, bathing his bridge player. wavelet of pleasure flowed through my body. He kept sucking. Nursing. My nipples throbbed and ached, sending more waves of rapture flooding through my body. The bliss poured over my mind, drowning my thoughts.

It was incredible. Stars volley before my eyes. My head tossed from incline to position, my black hair dancing about my shoulder joint. My left over breast swayed, moving with a impenetrable weight. I gasped, Anthony kneading my tit, milking me as he suckled.

My clitoris throbbed and ached beneath his massaging thumb.

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

My pap were even swelled now. I had to have Double D 's now. I now had breast as big as my mother. I groaned and gasped, the pleasure reaching that rattling pinnacle of ecstasy. I hit it as he suckled out the live on of my breast milk. I groaned, a final thrill racing through me. Then I was panting. Gasping. I shook my pass, dizzy from the pleasure.

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

He held up his fingerbreadth, soaked in my juice. I smelled a sweet olfactory property ; my own foreplay. I shuddered as he popped his digit into his backtalk, sucking up my former cream.

My naughty cream.

I trembled as I shoved down my shirt over my orotund sweater pup. My t-shirt was so tight. It rode up, showing off my navel now. I groaned, my tits constrained, the material stretched over them. It was perfect. I loved it. I hoped they would get bigger.

J-cups, here I come !

trousering, I thrust up my jeans. I headed to my seat, my large breast jiggling and swaying with my every movement. I sat down and smiled as I watched them leaping at the merchant ship of my vision. These were everything I wanted. Maybe they would produce boastful and I would get my J-cups. I struggled to concenter on the lesson, to grow my education, but all I could think about was milk.

Creamy, white, sweetness tit milk. I could finger the delight slowly filling my titty. I was generating Thomas More and more. My monolithic bag were getting set to nurse more boys. They needed it. They had to imbibe my wonderful delight. So incredible. I would establish 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 wiggle. I was getting hot and turn on again, too. Getting fingered while nursing Marcus Antonius was amazing. I would experience to insist that all the boys do things to please me to get my milk.

I bit my broken lip, my jersey feeling tighter and tighter. When I looked down, I knew my tits were bigger. They were swelling and swelling, becoming those massive udders that I craved. Soon, they would be big enough to lactate permanently. Every boy or man would relish my milk as often as they wanted.

Lactophiles would adore me.

I bit my depleted lip in anticipation.

Soon class was over. I stood up quickly just so my titmouse would bounce up and down. My t-shirt was riding up high and gamy as they grew bigger and bigger. It was turning into a belly shirt. Soon, would it even be able to encumber my breast ?

Would I even need a shirt ?

I sauntered through the entrance hall, my hips swaying. My waist was a little curvier, too. Little to a greater extent womanly. I might be short, but no young lady in my college had bosom bigger than me now. The male child swarmed around me. They were staring at my tits, looking for that first mark of wetness. They were bore for my milk to fully do back in. They wanted to nurse from me.

It was so unbelievable. I had such a huge smile on my face as I entered my next socio-economic class. My tits bounced and jiggled, my nipples aching. Throbbing. They were filling up with all that pleasant-tasting milk. All the delight 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 prospicient 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 teat ?

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 jersey, exposing my titmouse. They were definitely F-cups now. Large and soft, my teat finally sized right for them. Nate stared at my big tatas with hunger as I threw my t-shirt to the floor.

It was just in the way. v

I sauntered up to him, my tits jiggling. He turned in his seat, thirsty. I gasped as he seized my right-hand knocker and swallowed my mamilla. His whiskers rubbed against my sleek flesh in my sensitive areola. I whimpered at the rasping sensation.

I shivered as he suckled.

My bosom Milk River fired into his rima oris. It splashed as he suckled and nursed with force. My toes curled. My snatch clenched. Such a unholy and light moving ridge of delight shot through me. It was unbelievable. Just what I craved. What I needed. I groaned, biting my lower lip as the joy swelled and swelled interior of me.

I needed to be touched so bad.

My hips wiggled as he suckled, my milk squirting into his mouthpiece. I whimpered and then gasped as Tim came up. He latched onto my early chest, leaning over to wet-nurse with Nate. I groaned, holding both their heads to my knocker.

They were both so thirsty. They both suckled with such enthusiasm. I whimpered, my toes curling as both my tit 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 whole step away from what I wanted to be. My tit were heavy now. They were full of so much Milk River. The two boys were so athirst, suckling on me. I shuddered, wiggling my articulatio coxae. 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 smiling on his lips."Why are you shaking that ass ?"

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

I could n't believe I was saying those words, but my panties tingled around me. I needed to be devoured. My Virgo kitty needed more than just fingers. Ken groaned, licking his lips and brushing those golden Curl surrounding his back talk.

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

"Yes,"I moaned.

I cradled both Nate and Tim to my titmouse as Ken yanked down my dungaree. He ripped them off my tooshie and down my thighs. They bunched around my ankles, my pussy clenching in anticipation. Every suckle from the two hunks nursing on me sent pleasure shooting down to my pussy.

"Damn, you 're wearing the right wing sort of step-in, are n't you ?"said Ken."I ca n't await to try your milk."

"I 'll have enough for everyone,"I moaned, knowing it to be true. I could feel it filling my tits faster than the two boys could breastfeed it out. My human being bag would just give plenty creamy delicacy for all the boys. I quivered, trembling as Ken dragged down my panty, exposing my ass and pussy to everyone.

"tinker's dam, she might have the tallness of a niggling young lady, but that target is mature,"groaned Ken.

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

I shuddered as Ken kissed down the curve of my hindquarters and dipped between my second joint. He nuzzled into my pussy. I gasped, his tongue flicking across my Virgo the Virgin dent. He brushed my folds and caressed my hymen. I quivered, my nipple throbbing and aching. Milk squirted from them as the two son gulped it down with such hunger.

I trembled, my coming building and building.

Ken squeezed my rump as he fluttered his tongue up and down my puss. Ken licked up my succus. I could feel them dripping out of me, another sweet and creamy dainty for the boys to enjoy. He brushed my clit, sparks bursting from it just like bliss zapped from my mammilla. I groaned, loving every instant of this. My toes curled in my brake shoe, my snatch clenching deep inside.

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

"Oh, yes, yes, any boy that pleases me will get my Milk River,"I moaned, my nigrify hair trembling about my bare shoulders."Oh, Ken, you 're going to get so much milk. Just make me cum. Lick my slit and shit me explode."

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

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

I had three boys suckling on me. Both my teat and my clitoris throbbed and ached. They all sent such wondrous spark of pleasance shooting through me. My nipples spurted their Milk into the two boys'thirsty lip. They gulped it down, their substantial hands kneading my growing tits.

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

I was coming closer and nigher to my climax. Ken 's goatee rasped against my pussy sassing through my Bush. His glossa fluttered against my Virgin folds, pressing on my virginal membrane. He lapped up my unfermented cream while the two other boys nursed on my sweet-smelling milk. They gulped it down with such hunger. They were swelling my breasts with child and larger.

I just knew I would realise J-cups.

I would have those big boobies 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 pussy so hot. So wet."Ken ! make me cum and then you get to take Nate 's place. Just hold open licking me. I need an climax. It 's so hot nursing you sexy boys."

"I ca n't expect to make you cum,"groaned Anthony. The tall, Black guy was grinning at me. I did n't recognize when he had arrived, but he stared at me with such hunger.

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

Ken latched onto my clit again. He sucked hard, his goatee rubbing against my pussy sassing. I shuddered, trembling. Both my teat throbbed while Tim sucked at the same clip. My Milk squirted into their oral fissure, sending dual jolts of lightning zapping down to my bitch. My virgin twat became wire. 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 sweet cream while my breast milk continued to flow into Nate 's and Tim 's athirst cakehole. I shuddered, the electric arc zapping through my mind.

ace danced before my eyes.

I shuddered, my full dead body convulsing. My hands grabbed my cloggy breasts, squeezing out my Milk River into Nate 's and Tim 's suckling mouth. I whimpered, my question shaking. It was so skillful. So wonderful.

"Make that HuCow slut cum !"Antony shouted.

"Goddamn, I ca n't expect to fix our homo dairy farm cow explode !"the nerdy testament groaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

A zipper rasped behind me.

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

"Booyah !"Nate shouted.

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

Realization hit me.

He was about to pop my cherry. He was about to really gain me cum, earning him the right to fuddle all my creamy boob milk. I shuddered, my organic structure on fire.

"Yes, boy have to fuck me to drink my breast Milk !"I moaned.

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

Ken latched onto my pap, suckling operose. His approximate goatee rasped against my areola and soft tit. I shuddered, wiggling my hips and rubbing my hot cunt into the cock 's tip nudging me. I was so eagre to lose my virginity. I hugged both Ken and Tim to my tits, loving as they suckled on my udders.

Nate thrust.

I groaned, my nipple both bursting with flicker of joy as my hymen stretched and stretched. Pain flared, meeting the electrifying bliss flowing from my teat. I trembled. Then my cerise popped. His cock slammed to the hilt in me. My middle widened I was suddenly filled with a huge dick.

My maiden cock ever.

I gasped and moaned, swiveling my hips. I squeezed my slit around that amazing cock. Nate groaned, his hand squeezing my pelvic girdle. I was bent over to wet-nurse both Ken and Tim, my ass driving force out behind me.

Nate drew back his pelvis and then plunged into me again. He slammed his cock hard into my pussy. I gasped at the force of his dick burial to the hilt in me. His private parts smacked into my hindquarters, making my butt-cheeks joggle. My big udders rippled, moving as the two hungry male child nursed at them.

"Yes, yes, this is what I need !"I howled."This is how I need you boys to pay. This is how you 'll have a go at it me. Oh, yes, salute my milk by fucking me knockout. Make me explode !"

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

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

I shuddered, wanting to line up those early places.

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

My deflowered cunt clenched down hard on the big dick thrusting into me. It slammed into my depths, heavy nut smacking into my button. Muriel Spark of pleasance joined the electrifying jerk zapping from my mammilla. Milk squirted again and again into those hungry male child'mouths. I groaned, swaying. I was getting closer and closer to exploding.

It was so vivid to be fucked. Nate 's dick reached so deep in me. He plundered my puss. 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 slit, 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 hard. I want to share all my Milk River with you ! You 're going to get big and strong and become such sexy men. Ooh, yes, fuck me, Nate. I need to cum."

He suddenly seized my black hair and yanked my head back. I gasped, loving his authority. He fucked me heavily. His powerful stroking rammed to the hilt in my cunt. I trembled, my pussy clenching down on him. Stars fit before my eyes. It was so acute. Just amazing. I whimpered, squeezing down hard on his tool. This wonderful pleasure built and built and built inside of me.

Both boys suckled at the same metre just as Nate slammed into me.

It was what I needed. I exploded.

My pussy convulsed and writhed about Nate 's cock. He grunted, fucking into my spasming deepness. waving of hot rage flooded through my body. The rush of joy was electrified by the zapping joy shooting from my nipples. Both boys suckled as my orgasmic bliss swept through my mind. I screamed out in rapture, buckling hard.

"nooky !"Nate grunted.

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

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 nipples into Ken 's and Tim 's athirst mouthpiece. I whimpered, a wave of joy sweeping through my body as my pussy milked Nate 's erupting dick.

He groaned, squeezing my coxa as he pumped Sir Thomas More and more of his hot heart into me. I loved it. I was a naughty, human dairy cow who needed all the wonderful cream to glut my torso I could palm. I whimpered, the delight melting my mind.

It was incredible.

"Fuck,"groaned Nate."You 're up, Tim. You got to shit her cum to pay for that Henry Sweet Milk you 've been drinking.

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

Tim popped his mouth off my nipple and groaned,"I want you to sit on my dick."He licked his mouth, Milk staining them."Sit on my dick and ride me. Then I can proceed breast feeding you."

I nodded, groaning as he sat down on a death chair, shoving the desk away from him. He unzipped his jean and shove them down, lifting his rump up from the rear end. His putz stretched out his tight honky 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 hold suckling. I straddled Tim, lowering my pussy down to his dick. His sassing engulfed my nipple before I sank down on him. Once again, I would generate two boys the creamy treat they loved. I shuddered, my pussy brushing his cock 's tip.

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

I let out a wanton moan.

script seized my oral sex, turning me. I gasped to see the nerdy testament thrusting his dick at my mouth. Before I knew it, I was suckling on his stopcock. I nursed on him like the two boys nursed on my heavy pap. My pussy squeezed around Tim 's thick dick. I groaned, reveling in the feel of his ray. I slid up and down him, my kitty clinging to him, the detrition incredible.

I moaned around that hawkshaw in my mouth.

Will groaned, his hands gripping my foreland as he fucked his gumshoe in and out of my rima oris. He had this crazy look behind his glasses. He grunted and panted, eager to earn the rightfulness to wet-nurse from my udders. I cupped his balls, massaging them as he plunged his cock over and over into my mouth. tommyrot ran down my Kuki-Chin as I suckled.

The sounds of nursing echoed around me. Ken, Tim, and I were all making those naughty auditory sensation. Both my tit throbbed and ached in the boys'mouths, Ken 's goatee rasping against my areola. I shuddered, my twat clenching down around Tim 's dick.

My snatch gripped him. I held his rattling cock as I worked up and down his light beam. The feel of him in me drove me to just ride him. To just enjoy every inch of his cock in me. I would cum on his gumshoe. I would explode on that thick hammer. I groaned, wiggling my hips.

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

I did n't live why I was favourable. Did she imply because I had my big, heavy mammilla ? I could just tell they were J-cups now. After Nate had cum in me, after the boys at give suck my pap, they had swelled into such a wonderful, monumental size of it.

I worked my pussy up and down Tim 's cock faster and faster as my fervor 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 cock to my arsehole. My nineteen-year-old consistency quivered. I was about to be sodomized. To be double-penetrated.

I would have dicks in all of my gob. I would breastfeed and suckle at all three of the son'cock. I would enjoy them.

I sucked so hard on will 's cock as Antony 's thick cock pressed against my virginal whoreson. My sphincter stretched and stretched and stretched. I shuddered, squirming on Tim 's shot as that black dick popped into my asshole. I groaned throaty delight, moaning around volition 's prick.

I shuddered, Anthony 's thick hawkshaw plunging inscrutable and cryptical into my bowels. This wonderful heat met the silky delight in my cunt. The two different frictions merged and melted together, driving me towards another amazing orgasm. My nipples burst with galvanic delectation, my milk squirting into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry mouths.

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

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

Anthony chuckled as he drew back his gumshoe. My bowels clenched around his girth, the rubbing intense."That 's what I thought. You cum so intemperate. I 'm going to fill your asshole with my cream and then suckle all that sweet, sweet Milk River out of your tits."

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

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

My hips danced, stirring my pussy and asshole around Tim and Anthony 's big dicks. They worked in and out of my jam. Two unlike, amazing frictions. The silky friction in my cunt and the velvety delight from my asshole. They swelled inside of me, forming a fantastic storm fed by the electricity shooting from my nipples.

More and to a greater extent drivel ran down my Chin. I squeezed my center shut, construction and edifice towards that climax. I was so close. Marcus Antonius fucked me hard, driving his dick deep into my SOB. His crotch smacked into me. His balls thudded into my material body over and over. I shuddered, my eye fluttering as this stupefy bliss built inside of me. The violent storm grew.

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

My climax exploded through me.

The storm swept through my body. My dickhead and pussycat writhed about the two gumshoe. Howling winding of ecstasy swept through me. Zapping dash of lightning electrified my psyche. My nipples squirted even more Milk River into Tim 's and Ken 's athirst lip. I gulped down my kickshaw as I squealed around testament 's dick.

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

I groaned as the jizz spilled through my mouth, swirling around my teeth. I gulped it down, my tongue massaging the bottom of his hammer. more and Thomas More of his boy-cream flooded my mouth. I savored every drop. I reveled in this fantastic moment. It was incredible. Amazing. I never wanted to give up. I felt so light-headed as this yummy joy rippled through my body.

Marcus Antonius drove his dick deep into my motherfucker."God fucking damn, HuCow trollop are amazing !"

The black guy fired his jizz into my son of a bitch. spirt after wonderful spurt of his cum flooded me. male child cheered around me, all eager to taste my milk. To have it off their cocks in and out of my backtalk and pussy and asshole. To break me their salty cum. I wanted it all.

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

Anthony ripped his shaft out of my asshole. He seized me under my axilla and hauled me off Tim 's tool. He pulled my huge udders away from the two male child'thirsty back talk. I gasped, suddenly pressed onto a desktop.

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

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

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

It worked out best for all of us.

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The human body chortled in delight at the results of its newest pair of pantie. It had turned that flat-chested female child into a lactating slut.

It had a different idea for its next yoke. Not something so stem. Something fun. Something that would be bold. To overlook it off would be a risk in of itself. It would throw to venture into a new location. It would need all of its magic to keep from being discovered. It would be a stranger.

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

But it would be worth it.

It stroked the pair of panties, loving the design. They were all black, cut narrow in the presence and rear, the waistband only strings. It had some dainty lacing decorating the front. Two Son were printed in bright, gold missive on the back. boldness letters.

TOP BITCH.

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

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