Mind-Control Panties

storey Thirteen HuCow 's Delicious milk

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta indication this !

The build moved with ease through the department store. It was excited to leave its stream yoke of panties behind in this location. After the last one, cherry tree Tart, had made Delilah Patrick Victor Martindale White into a perpetual virgin, the physical body wanted to try another form of body modification. It had an idea for a delicious one. It was why the current couple of panties looks so much like the Patrick White and black traffic pattern of a dairy cow. There was a simple interrogative sentence written on the rear.

Got Milk ?

The figure was tidal bore for this new fun. Mind-controlling girlfriend gave it such a boot, but transforming them was just as much fun. There were so many loathly things it could do with this magic. This game was exciting. It could n't wait for that wonderful rush that imposing its will on its target area would bring.

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

The shoppers in the vast box depot paid no paying attention to the digit. It slipped between them, almost flowing like phantom. Nonde*********** and unremarkable shadow. Its true word form was absolutely stranger, but they did n't see it as anything More than the background. Their eyes slid across the trope to stare at what they really were here for.

All the material goods spread out before them. The riches of Carry Nation brought to their fingertips.

They had no thought 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 frame reached its destination : the junior miss section. It was for girls who were ten to thirteen to shit at. Of course, its fair game was older than that. Not that she looked it. That 's what made her pure. On a rack holding bandeau that were little Thomas More than trainer, it draped the panty.

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

It trembled in anticipation. It could finger its quarry coming faithful and closer to the section.

Abigail Hart hated having to go to the Junior fille section shop for her apparel. She was nineteen. nineteen and four ft eleven ! She looked like a twelve-year-old young woman and had the chest to match. She barely qualified as an A-cup. She kept hoping and hoping her knocker would grow, but goose egg seemed to ferment. Not any of the apocryphal approximation she 'd baffle off the Internet— she 'd tope unharmed milk every day for a year and had nothing to show for it—nor did the suggestions from her champion.

She played with her nipples when she masturbated.

She secretly bought a breast heart and placed it over her fiddling buds, hoping the suction would mature them.

She wanted them to be bigger. She 'd settle for a B-cup. Something to a greater extent than the little mosquito bites she currently had. Something that would pull in her looking at anything close to her age.

Because of her childish build, she was suspicious of any guy who wanted to date her. They were always such pervs. The rest of the son wanted girls with big breasts. immense honkers. The type of succulent sweaters pillows they could snuggle up to.

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

At nineteen, it was strong to keep believing that.

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

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

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

She grabbed them, studying at the dairy cow pattern on them. She frowned, her fingerbreadth sliding over the varsity letter. A tingle rippled through her. mentation of buying a new bra were abandoned.

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

Panties in hired hand, she marched up to the cashier. The shiver coursed through her body the entire time. 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 scanty were n't the computer memory 's. They were Abigail 's. They were made for her. If anyone else took them, the issue could be unpredictable.

A gymnastic exercise jitney had learned that.

Then Abigail was out the door and heading home with strange idea of declamatory mammaries, punishing bag, filling her Pres Young mind.

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Abigail Hart




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

That there would be some amount of money of maturation that would 've happened overnight. They were barely more than bumps. My nipples had developed nicely, my ring of color wide, my nubs thick. When erect, they thrust out fairly far. There were young woman my age, like Courtney, with tits much bigger who did n't have pap half my size. It was so unfair.

I 'd rather consume pocket-size mammilla and huge tits then the reverse.

"I 'm never going to get a boyfriend,"I muttered. I stared at myself in the mirror. I had no hips. I was n't even five foot tall. At nineteen, I 'd given up hope of gaining any more height. I would forever be dead. My mother had 3 inch on me and D cupful to rush. Why had genetics abandoned me ?

I threw on my new twosome of scanty 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 titty. My nipples. I could almost fantasize that if I put on these pantie, I would grow huge tits. Just the prominent udders. big than bivalent D 's. Then F-cups. Then G or maybe even in H-cups.

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

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

I stepped into the panties and groaned as that frisson raced up my thighs. I wiggled my rose hip, my flesh electrified. So unbelievable. My nipples hardened. The naughty itch formed in my pussy. Huge mammaries danced in my judgment. Just the biggest, flabby dummy. It made me want to jack off. 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 disastrous and white pantie over my bottom and then traced the waistband around to the front end. They fit perfectly. I kinda liked the look. Like I was a dairy farm cow. I could be a homo cow with big udders just full of creamy milk.

milk ?

Why did I call back of that ? What was with these scanty ?

I shook my head, putting that hopeless fantasy out of my creative thinker. 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 headliner with those big, monumental 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 mamilla continued to tingle. I glanced down at them, fat and long, the utter size sum for adult female with big breasts. It was like they were taunting me. I hissed in frustration and grabbed my training bra. I lifted it up and an infuriate ardor burned in my belly. It was something for a short girl to wear.

Blood boiling, I threw it down in snarling foiling and grabbed the shirt I was going to wear. It was a violet babe doll jersey with a V-neckline. I pulled it over my point and wiggled it around my slender torso. Another affair a twelve-year-old would wear, but it fit me. My teat poked at the social movement, and I did n't care for once.

At least my nipples were developed.

I shoved my legs violently into my denim. I was just so fed up with that all. XIX ! Nineteen and with the smallest bosom ever. I worked my trouser up my thigh while shaking my pass. All my acquaintance had developed. I had to catch 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 windsock and popped my feet into my tennis shoes. I snagged my bookbag and purse, made indisputable I had my cell phone, and then I was out of my chamber. 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 pap. I knew I should 've worn a bra. I was feeling the fabric of my shirt rubbing against my kernel. It was making me excite. 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 rotter off my fingers, walking past times adults who looked down at me. A lot of them were noticing me and shaking their promontory. Anger burned through me.

What ? Had they never seen a short char ?

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

I reached my college, the city buses dropping off some bookman, other college students driving their own auto or walking in like me. A flood of them was heading towards the front door. They were all taller than me. It was the tough. Everywhere I went, I was the unretentive individual. My understructure smacked on the sidewalk, my purse swinging off my shoulder joint, my bookbag bouncing behind me. A few of the educatee smiled at me. Then they frowned and stared at my t-shirt.

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

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

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

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

Everyone was looking at me. It made the tingles in my nipples worse. I felt so backbreaking and throbbing right now. I could just feel the textile of my purple jersey moulding to them. Teasing my nubs. Everyone stared at me. They had to know that I was aroused.

My impudence burned as I stalked through the school.

"Uh, you know your leaking,"said Bruce. He was a magniloquent guy, over six feet, so he loomed over me. He had brown pilus and a mortal patch on his Kuki. He was on the basketball squad, a liberal guy. My heart fluttered a little. He had a great smile and this sort of dashing flavor in his eyes.

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

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

I stared down at my breast and ...

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

"I have breasts,"I gasped. They were small-scale, little Sir Thomas More than budding mounds. But they were fully grown than they were when I left my sign. They were proper A-cups."Bruce, I have breasts."

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

Those two Holy Scripture flashed in my judgment. I had Milk River. boob milk.

frisson raced out of my panties. My manus grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up my trunk. right wing there in the hallway, not caring that other students were passing us, I stripped. I pulled my shirt up and up, the wet framework peeling away from my fat nipples. I bunched my shirt up beneath my armpits, exposing my new boob. I gazed at them in awe. They had a shape to them, a perky firmness. And there, beading from my nipples, was white milk.

"Saviour, your lactating,"he groaned.

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

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

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

He suckled.

shudder raced through my body as I felt the Milk squirting out of my nipple into his mouth. I groaned, my custody balling tight. It felt so perplex. My nipple felt connected straight to my puss. My snatch clenched as practically as my fist, drunkenness in the excite sense datum of my milk squirting out of my nub.

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

I brought it to my mouth.

I groaned as I thrust my finger into my mouth. I tasted my creamy breast Milk. It was sweeter than cow 's Milk River. unobjectionable, I popped my dactyl out of my mouth. My knife ran over the cap of my oral fissure as I savored the feel. It had a melony aftertaste. Something almost like cantaloup. I groaned, smacking my lips.

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

I nodded."Oh, please keep suckling."

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

He kneaded and massaged my little hummock. I gasped as a stream of blank shot from my right on nipple and soared over his shoulder to squelch wastefully on the floor. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as he suckled. This felt so amazing.

He squeezed my tits again, the stream squirting harder into his mouth while my right nipple erupted with more of my Edward D. White ointment. This sentence, I cupped my deal before my right tit and savored the hot milk splashing against my cutis. I shuddered at the sight of my creamy treat pooling in the palm of my hand. I brought it up to my mouth, bore to smack more of it.

I sucked it into my mouth, the wonderful goody bursting to life across my discernment buds.

So angelical.

I licked at my palm, loving every suggestion I could come up. My other hand was already covering my nipple, getting drenched as he squeezed again, my nipple squirting. beading of hot Milk ran across my hand. I quickly brought it up to my mouth, licking and lapping and savoring my creamy kickshaw. I could n't waste a single drib of it.

It was too good.

I trembled, my rosehip wiggling as he kneaded my boob and nursed from me. My slit was on fire. I kept licking refreshed cream off my laurel wreath, switching my hands, loving it. I groaned, the tingles racing from my pussy, maybe from my panty. They surged up and up to my tits to ready me into a yummy human cow. I shuddered, my creamy treat flooding Robert the Bruce 's mouth.

"Are her nipple getting bigger ?"a miss asked.

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

"hoot,"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 knocker and gasped. The scuttlebutt around me faded as I stared at my boob. Milk was squirting wastefully from my good teat as I shuddered at the stack of my boobs. They were bigger than A-cups now.

They were B-Cups.

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

Robert the Bruce suckled and then groaned. For once, I did n't feel that racy thrill caused by the milk squirting out of my tit. He popped his mouth off, shaking his head. 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 indorse time, nothing.

"You drained me,"I moaned, staring at my round, perky tits. They were incredible and now had volume. A wonderful shape. As Sir David Bruce popped his lips off my nipple and released my titmouse, I shuddered. I cupped them for a minute, kneading them.

"Those are a nice pair of dumbbell,"said Susan B. Anthony, a tall, lightlessness guy with a shaved head."damn delicately knocker. I never noticed you have those before, Abigail."

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

I shook my head, pulling down my shirt. I had utterly no approximation how this had happened. Could it be because of the panty ? Just because I said that wonderful interrogative sentence printed on the back, Got milk ? It was so goosy. Neither panties nor saying a phrase could have turned me into a human dairy farm cow. They would n't make my mammilla to swell and give me creamy milk for all the boy to enjoy.

I groaned as I slid my shirt over my tits. With them swelled up, the purple framework squeezed even tighter around my mammaries. The cotton-poly blend hugged to those big breasts and my hard nipples, and the hem no longer went down past the sash of my denim. 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 make a class to get to, I would do something about it. My breasts had a marvellous bounce to them as I moved through the halls. My schoolmate were staring at me.

For once, they could tell I was n't a fiddling fille.

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

I smiled at everyone who noticed my new mammaries. Especially the cat. They were staring at my teat 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 testament while pushing up his deoxyephedrine. They all stared at me. They all enjoyed the English of my tits.

I finally had melon. Hooters. Delicious jumper pup. certain, they were n't the grownup, but they were such an improvement. I felt like a million Pearl Buck as I headed into my first class. My professor, Mr. Abernathy, blinked at the sight of my tits. He had this thirsty look in his eyes as I sat down in the front row. I grinned at him, arching my book binding to thrust out my new breasts at him.

I could tell he loved my babies.

It was so hard not to play with my nipples during course. I just wanted to tweak them. To contact them. They kept tingling as the framework of my T-shirt caressed them. I loved how my tits moved. My pussy was hot, making me squirm which made my white meat jiggle all the time. poor people Mr. Abernathy kept stumbling through his lecture. He was paying More attention to my tatas then on what he was supposed to be teaching us.

That made me feel like a million bucks.

I headed to my adjacent social class, a group of guys hovering around me. They were so cunning. They were all staring at me, talking and elbowing each other, muttering about how I 'd nursed Bruce. They were all so mystify. I loved it. I had this wondrous bounce to my footstep, making my pinhead bound for all the pleasure of the boys. I had never felt better about myself in my life.

I was a homo cow and loved it.

I entered my side by side class and there was Mark Antony. He was sitting in the back, his head turning over to look at me. His optic flicked up and down my public figure. The Negro guy rubbed his hand across the shaved head."Are you 're tits a petty large than they were ?"

I glanced down and groaned in pleasure. They did seem enceinte. They looked like they were C-cups now. A little Richard Buckminster Fuller, little debauchee. I could narrate by the trivial strip of skin between the bottom of my t-shirt and the waistband of my jeans, proving that I 'd grown in volume.

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

I grinned, seeing the little Andrew Dickson White smudge growing where my hard nubs pressed into the jersey 's material."Guess so."

"So, you got any Milk River for me."

Got ... milk ...

I ripped up my shirt right there before his desk. My C-cup tit bounced out with this fantastic sway to them. Milky white beaded on both tap center."Of course I do."I flicked my eyes up and down his lash form."You got anything for me ?"

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

"fountainhead, it has its rewards,"I said, cupping my succulent C-cup breast. I shook them at him, a unholy smile on my lips. My puss clenched, my juice soaking the dairy-cow-pattern panties.

His nighttime handwriting took my own hand 's topographic point. He squeezed my breast. I shuddered, loving the way his dark fingerbreadth massaged my booby. He gave them both a serious squeezing, causing my milk to squirt out and splash his dresser. The lilliputian droplets soaked into his dark-green t-shirt, a bit of cream bead on the printed logo.

"hoot, 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 centre flicked down to my genitalia."Abigail, I bet you are."

Anthony leaned down and he sucked on my remaining nipple. I groaned as his dark lips sealed about my fat, pink nub. He suckled and my wonderful Milk flowed into his mouth. I groaned as his hands slid down my stomach. His fingerbreadth stroked small and lower, teasing me.

I gasped as his fingerbreadth brushed my navel and dipped into the little divot. I groaned as he swirled around inside of it, teasing me. Then he went broken. His finger traveled down and down and down until he reached the cincture of my dungaree. He stroked across the blue jean, his hand brushing my fastener.

SNAP !

I groaned as he shoved his manus into my pants. My fly rasped opened, the zipper moving downward. I shuddered, his buttock hollowing as he suckled hard. My milk squirted into his hungry mouth, sending trembles shooting down to my cunt. His fingers dipped into the waistband of those juicy panties. He slid through my bush.

Went lower.

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

My arms went around his head, cradling the sexy lightlessness guy to my round breasts. I closed my optic, loving him nursing at my nipple. He stroked me. His finger moved up and down, teasing my labia. His touch coaxed out my little clit from its cap. I gasped as it burst with sparks from the number one time he touched me.

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

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

He sucked with strength. His lips engulfed Thomas More and More of my ring of color. My milk fired into his sassing. 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 dissimilar sentiency desegregate and swirled inside of my cunt.

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

"Yeah,"Will croaked.

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

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

I shuddered and opened my eyes. I groaned in delight as I stared down. My tits were growing fuller. They were expanding as he nursed. It was a subtle change, but I could just see their enhance development. They were round and wide, sonorous. I could sense the shift in my bearing as I adjusted myself to the increased weight of my mammaries.

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

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

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

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

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

Anthony popped his mouth off my leftfield nipple and darted over to the right wing. He rubbed at my clitoris, sparks bursting through me. I whimpered, my correctly nipple extra spiritualist from waiting to be drained. It burst with pleasure as my milk squirted into his mouth. Anthony groaned as he swallowed that terrific treat.

I stroked his bald-shaved pass. I caressed him, loving the feel of his thick lips wrapped around my nipple. The sum of money of suction he created was incredible. My succus flowed out of me. I whimpered and groaned.

"Oh, yes,"I panted.

His thumb started rubbing at my clit while his fingers massaged my labia. He ran up and down the plication of my bitch, teasing me. It was incredible. So intense. I just knew I was going to burst. I was going to have such an astonishing orgasm.

I loved being a human dairy cow. I loved nursing aphrodisiacal guys. Anthony suckled with such hunger. His forget hand grabbed my in good order tit, squeezing. I felt my Milk River squirting out of my nipple and into his lip with such force.

I gasped, the pleasure swelling inside of me. I could n't take much Thomas More of this. His thumb rubbed my clit. His oral fissure nursed at my mamilla. His finger caressed my labia. They danced up and down my pussy, brushing my hymen. He stroked all my naughty bits.

"Marcus Antonius !"I howled.

"Oh, yes, that 's unbelievable !"

I came.

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

It was incredible. Stars burst before my eyes. My head teacher tossed from incline to English, my black hair dancing about my shoulder. My left breast swayed, moving with a grave weight unit. I gasped, Anthony kneading my tit, milking me as he suckled.

My clit throbbed and ached beneath his massaging thumb.

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

My teat were even bigger now. I had to give doubling D 's now. I now had tits as big as my female parent. I groaned and gasped, the pleasance reaching that tremendous peak of rapture. I hit it as he suckled out the last of my boob milk. I groaned, a final examination shudder racing through me. Then I was panting. Gasping. I shook my head, dizzy from the pleasure.

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

He held up his fingers, soaked in my juice. I smelled a sweet odour ; my own arousal. I shuddered as he popped his fingers into his mouth, sucking up my former cream.

My naughty cream.

I trembled as I shoved down my shirt over my great sweater puppies. My t-shirt was so tight. It rode up, showing off my bellybutton now. I groaned, my tits constrained, the fabric stretched over them. It was 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 seat, my vauntingly tit jiggling and swaying with my every apparent movement. I sat down and smiled as I watched them bouncing at the bottom of my vision. These were everything I wanted. Maybe they would rise bigger and I would get my J-cups. I struggled to focalize on the lesson, to develop my Education Department, but all I could call back about was milk.

Creamy, livid, sweet breast Milk. I could feel the pleasure slowly filling my tits. I was generating more and more. My massive udders were getting ready to nurse more boy. 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 object lesson. It was hard not to joggle. I was getting hot and mad again, too. Getting fingered while nursing Anthony was amazing. I would have to insist that all the boys do thing to please me to get my milk.

I bit my low-down lip, my tee shirt opinion tighter and tighter. When I looked down, I knew my teat 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 savor my Milk River as lots as they wanted.

Lactophiles would adore me.

I bit my gloomy lip in anticipation.

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

Would I even need a shirt ?

I sauntered through the residence hall, my rosehip swaying. My waist was a little curvier, too. Little more womanly. I might be little, but no girlfriend in my college had tits bigger than me now. The male child swarmed around me. They were staring at my tits, looking for that first sign of wetness. They were bore for my Milk to fully come up 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 grade. My teat bounced and jiggled, my tit aching. Throbbing. They were filling up with all that delicious milk. All the delights 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 farsighted haircloth 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 oculus flicked down to my dumbbell. He licked his backtalk."Got milk for me ?"

"You just said the magic quarrel,"I moaned. I thrust up my jersey, exposing my teat. They were definitely F-cups now. Large and soft, my nipples finally sized rightfield for them. Nate stared at my big tatas with thirst as I threw my jersey to the storey.

It was just in the way. v

I sauntered up to him, my tits jiggling. He turned in his hindquarters, hungry. I gasped as he seized my right tit and swallowed my nipple. His whisker rubbed against my silky flesh in my sensible areola. I whimpered at the rasping esthesis.

I shivered as he suckled.

My bosom Milk fired into his mouth. It splashed as he suckled and nursed with strength. My toes curled. My pussy clenched. Such a wicked and wanton undulation of delectation slam through me. It was incredible. Just what I craved. What I needed. I groaned, biting my lower lip as the pleasure swelled and swelled interior of me.

I needed to be touched so bad.

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

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

I watched them grow. They went from F-cups to H-cups. I quivered, just two steps away from what I wanted to be. My breasts were heavy now. They were full of so often milk. The two boys were so thirsty, suckling on me. I shuddered, wiggling my pelvic girdle. My twat was just on fire.

"red cent, 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 smile on his sassing."Why are you shaking that ass ?"

I nodded my caput, whimpering."Being a human dairy cow is so hot. Makes my pussy so wet. Would you be so kind ... ? I promise to suck 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 twat needed to a greater extent than just finger. Ken groaned, licking his lips and brushing those gilded curls surrounding his mouth.

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

"Yes,"I moaned.

I cradled both Nate and Tim to my titty as Ken yanked down my blue jean. He ripped them off my rump and down my thighs. They bunched around my ankles, my pussy clenching in anticipation. Every suckle from the two hunks nursing on me get off delight shooting down to my pussy.

"Damn, you 're wearing the properly sort of scanty, are n't you ?"said Ken."I ca n't waitress to try your milk."

"I 'll have enough for everyone,"I moaned, knowing it to be true. I could finger it filling my boob faster than the two boys could nurse it out. My human being bag would just have enough creamy treats for all the boy. I quivered, trembling as Ken dragged down my scanty, exposing my ass and pussy to everyone.

"Damn, she might have the top of a little lady friend, but that rear end is fledged,"groaned Ken.

I whimpered as he kissed my rump, his rasping hair's-breadth 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 rump and dipped between my thigh. He nuzzled into my cunt. I gasped, his tongue flicking across my virgin slit. He brushed my folds and caressed my Hymen. I quivered, my nipples throbbing and aching. Milk squirted from them as the two boys gulped it down with such thirstiness.

I trembled, my orgasm building and building.

Ken squeezed my rump as he fluttered his knife up and down my cunt. Ken licked up my juices. I could palpate them dripping out of me, another sweet and creamy treat for the boys to bask. He brushed my clit, sparks bursting from it just like bliss zapped from my nipples. I groaned, loving every moment of this. My toes curled in my shoes, my pussy clenching trench 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 fateful fuzz trembling about my bare shoulders."Oh, Ken, you 're going to get so much milk. Just make me cum. biff my slit and build me explode."

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

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

I had three son suckling on me. Both my nipple and my clitoris throbbed and ached. They all sent such wondrous flicker of joy shooting through me. My nipples spurted their milk into the two boys'hungry mouths. They gulped it down, their strong hands kneading my growing tits.

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

I was coming closer and closer to my orgasm. Ken 's goatee rasped against my pussy lips through my George W. Bush. His tongue fluttered against my Virgo folds, pressing on my hymen. He lapped up my seraphic ointment while the two other boys nursed on my odorous Milk River. They gulped it down with such hunger. They were swelling my breasts larger and larger.

I just knew I would gain J-cups.

I would have those big boobies just like I wanted. delectable udders. They would be perfect. Just amazing. I whimpered, trembling as I hurtled towards that wonderful moment.

'' Oh, yes, yes !"I moaned, my kitty-cat so hot. So wet."Ken ! shuffle me cum and then you get to take Nate 's place. Just celebrate licking me. I need an sexual climax. It 's so hot nursing you sexy boys."

"I ca n't look to make you cum,"groaned Anthony. The tall, Negro 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 chance !"I moaned."You 'll all get your luck !"

Ken latched onto my clit again. He sucked hard, his goatee rubbing against my twat rim. I shuddered, trembling. Both my nipple throbbed while Tim sucked at the Lapp meter. My milk squirted into their backtalk, sending three-fold jolts of lightning zapping down to my cunt. My virgin goose became electrified. I gasped, the currents of bliss rushing through me.

I came.

My cunt convulsed and spasmed. I felt my juices gushing out of me. They flowed, spilling into Ken 's hungry mouth. He licked and lapped up my gratifying pick while my breast milk continued to flow into Nate 's and Tim 's athirst maws. I shuddered, the sparks zapping through my mind.

maven danced before my eyes.

I shuddered, my entire eubstance convulsing. My mitt grabbed my hard tit, squeezing out my milk into Nate 's and Tim 's suckling mouth. I whimpered, my headspring shaking. It was so good. So wonderful.

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

"Goddamn, I ca n't hold off to realise our human dairy farm cow explode !"the nerdy Will groaned.

"Yeah, make her cum, then you can wassail her yummy, creamy milk. I ca n't look to milk her udders !"

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

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

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

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

I gasped at the deal of his blonde goatee soaked in my juices. My pussy pick had utterly drenched him. I could reek it, a unfermented smell, but dissimilar from the delicious cream that squirted from my pap. 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. damn !"

"Booyah !"Nate shouted.

Just as Ken broke the buss with me, I felt something pressing into my pussy. It was n't a mouth. It was n't a digit. It was thick. Spongy. I gasped as it slid up my pussy backtalk to my hymen. I threw a look behind me to see Nate standing.

actualization hit me.

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

"Yes, boys have to jazz me to drink my chest Milk !"I moaned.

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

Ken latched onto my mammilla, suckling hard. His approximative goatee rasped against my areola and subdued tit. I shuddered, wiggling my hips and rubbing my hot twat into the tool 's tip nudging me. I was so eager to lose my virginity. I hugged both Ken and Tim to my tits, loving as they suckled on my udders.

Nate thrust.

I groaned, my nipples both bursting with Dame Muriel Spark of pleasance as my hymen stretched and stretched. Pain flared, meeting the electrifying bliss flowing from my pap. I trembled. Then my cherry popped. His cock slammed to the hilt in me. My oculus widened I was suddenly filled with a huge dick.

My first-class honours degree putz ever.

I gasped and moaned, swiveling my hips. I squeezed my cunt around that baffle cock. Nate groaned, his hired man squeezing my hips. I was set over to nurse both Ken and Tim, my ass thrust out behind me.

Nate drew back his hips and then plunged into me again. He slammed his dick hard into my kitty-cat. I gasped at the force of his dick burial to the hilt in me. His crotch smacked into my rump, making my butt-cheeks jiggle. My big udders rippled, moving as the two thirsty 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 love me. Oh, yes, drink my Milk by fucking me surd. Make me explode !"

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

"You have to sleep together a HuCow hard !"growled Marcus Antonius."You just pound her puss. And early places."

I shuddered, wanting to find out those other places.

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

My deflowered cunt clenched down hard on the big putz thrusting into me. It slammed into my depths, enceinte egg smacking into my clitoris. electric arc of delight joined the electrifying jolts zapping from my mamilla. Milk squirted again and again into those hungry boys'mouths. I groaned, swaying. I was getting stuffy and closer to exploding.

It was so intense to be fucked. Nate 's peter reached so abstruse 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 delicacy I delivered to my athirst boys.

"Oh, yes, fuck me concentrated. I want to share all my milk with you ! You 're going to get big and strong and suit such aphrodisiac men. Ooh, yes, fuck me, Nate. I need to cum."

He suddenly seized my inglorious hair and yanked my pass back. I gasped, loving his say-so. He fucked me unvoiced. His mightily chance event rammed to the hilt in my puss. I trembled, my pussy clenching down on him. asterisk burst before my eyes. It was so intense. 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 Lapp time just as Nate slammed into me.

It was what I needed. I exploded.

My pussy convulsed and writhed about Nate 's tool. He grunted, fucking into my spasming depth. Waves of hot passion flooded through my physical structure. The thrill of pleasure was electrified by the zapping pleasure shooting from my mammilla. 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 seed. Yes ! I 'm a human dairy cow ! I need your cum flooding my cunt !"

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

He groaned, squeezing my pelvis as he pumped more and more of his hot spunk into me. I loved it. I was a naughty, human being dairy farm cow who needed all the terrific pick to inundate my body I could handle. I whimpered, the pleasure melting my creative thinker.

It was incredible.

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

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

Tim popped his mouth off my nipple and groaned,"I want you to sit on my dick."He licked his lips, Milk River staining them."Sit on my dick and cod me. Then I can keep nursing you."

I nodded, groaning as he sat down on a chair, shoving the desk away from him. He unzipped his jeans and shove them down, lifting his tail up from the seat. His turncock stretched out his blotto honkie underclothes. The yield of the Loom came off next. There he was, his big dick unveiled. My cum-filled puss 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 pussy down to his putz. His lips engulfed my nipple before I sank down on him. Once again, I would give two boys the creamy kickshaw they loved. I shuddered, my pussy brushing his dick 's tip.

Then I was sliding down him. I impaled my cunt down his dick. Tim groaned around my pap. He suckled harder as my pussycat engulfed his cock. I gasped, my twat clenching down on him. My pussy was almost sucking on his dick as he nursed at my teat. It was unbelievable. I leaned back, my mouth opening wide of the mark.

I let out a wanton moan.

hired man seized my head, turning me. I gasped to see the nerdy volition thrusting his dick at my mouth. Before I knew it, I was suckling on his cock. I nursed on him like the two male child nursed on my labored tits. My snatch squeezed around Tim 's fatheaded prick. I groaned, reveling in the look of his spear. I slid up and down him, my puss clinging to him, the friction incredible.

I moaned around that dick in my mouth.

Will groaned, his handwriting gripping my head as he fucked his hawkshaw in and out of my mouth. He had this wild look behind his deoxyephedrine. He grunted and panted, bore to earn the right hand to suckle from my udders. I cupped his balls, massaging them as he plunged his turncock over and over into my mouth. bilgewater ran down my chin as I suckled.

The sound of nursing echoed around me. Ken, Tim, and I were all making those naughty strait. Both my mammilla throbbed and ached in the boys'mouths, Ken 's goatee rasping against my areola. I shuddered, my puss clenching down around Tim 's pecker.

My bit gripped him. I held his rattling cock as I worked up and down his shaft. The feel of him in me motor me to just bait him. To just savor every inch of his dick in me. I would cum on his dick. I would detonate on that thick-skulled cock. I groaned, wiggling my hips.

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

I did n't have sex why I was favorable. Did she mean because I had my big, enceinte tits ? I could just distinguish they were J-cups now. After Nate had cum in me, after the son at suck my tits, they had swelled into such a wonderful, massive size.

I worked my cunt 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. lubricator. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Antonius. I shuddered as the Negroid guy brought his cock to my bunghole. My nineteen-year-old consistency quivered. I was about to be sodomized. To be double-penetrated.

I would have shaft in all of my holes. I would suckle and nurse at all three of the boys'turncock. I would savor them.

I sucked so tough on testament 's dick as Anthony 's boneheaded cock pressed against my virgin asshole. My sphincter stretched and stretched and stretched. I shuddered, squirming on Tim 's shot as that Black prick popped into my whoreson. I groaned throaty pleasure, moaning around Will 's shit.

I shuddered, Anthony 's thick putz plunging bass and deeper into my bowels. This tremendous rut met the silky delight in my pussy. The two dissimilar friction merged and melted together, driving me towards another amazing sexual climax. My nipples burst with electric delight, my milk squirting into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry mouths.

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

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

Anthony chuckled as he drew back his prick. My gut clenched around his girth, the friction intense."That 's what I thought. You cum so hard. I 'm going to take your asshole with my cream and then suckle all that sweet, Henry Sweet milk out of your tits."

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

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

My rose hip danced, stirring my pussy and asshole around Tim and Anthony 's big prick. They worked in and out of my trap. Two different, astonishing detrition. The silky friction in my slit and the velvety delight from my bastard. They swelled interior of me, forming a wonderful tempest fed by the electricity shooting from my nipples.

More and more drool ran down my chin. I squeezed my eyes shut, building and building towards that climax. I was so close. Marcus Antonius fucked me surd, driving his dick oceanic abyss into my son of a bitch. His crotch smacked into me. His balls thudded into my figure over and over. I shuddered, my optic fluttering as this amazing bliss built inside of me. The storm grew.

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

My sexual climax exploded through me.

The storm swept through my consistence. My asshole and cunt writhed about the two dicks. Howling hint of hug drug swept through me. Zapping bolts of lightning electrified my psyche. My nipples squirted even more milk into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry sass. I gulped down my treat as I squealed around Will 's dick.

"Fuck, yes !"the dweeb 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 glossa massaging the behind of his cock. Sir Thomas More and more of his boy-cream flooded my sass. I savored every drop. I reveled in this howling moment. It was incredible. Amazing. I never wanted to turn back. I felt so dizzy as this delicious pleasure rippled through my body.

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

The blackamoor guy fired his jizz into my asshole. squirt after fantastic spirt of his cum flooded me. Boys cheered around me, all eager to taste my milk. To make out their cocks in and out of my oral cavity and slit and whoreson. To open me their salty cum. I wanted it all.

I gulped down every drop of Will 's jizz while my cocksucker and pussy milked Tim and Susan Brownell Anthony dry.

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

Cum ran out of my pussy and asshole as Anthony leaned over and latched onto my mamilla topping my J-cup tit. Will took the other one, suckling hard as the succeeding boy stepped up to have a go at it my pussy.

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

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

It worked out best for all of us.

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The soma chortled in delight at the solvent of its newest pair of panties. It had turned that flat-chested girlfriend into a wet-nurse slut.

It had a different idea for its next pair. Not something so group. Something fun. Something that would be bold. To drop it off would be a risk of exposure in of itself. It would own to speculation into a new location. It would ask all of its magic to go on from being discovered. It would be a stranger.

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

But it would be worth it.

It stroked the pair of panty, loving the design. They were all black, cut narrow in the front and seat, the waistband only strings. It had some dainty lace decorating the front. Two word were printed in bright, gold letters on the spine. Daring letters.

TOP BITCH.

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

To be continued in the next tarradiddle of Mind-Controlling panty ...