Mind-Control Panties

Story long dozen HuCow 's Delicious Milk

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

note of hand : Thanks to Alex for genus Beta reading this !

The anatomy moved with repose through the section store. It was excited to forget its current pair of scanty behind in this locating. After the last one, Cherry Tart, had made enchantress White person into a eternal virgin, the figure wanted to try another variety of soundbox modification. It had an idea for a delicious one. It was why the current pair of panties looks so much like the Patrick Victor Martindale White and Negroid pattern of a dairy cow. There was a elementary question written on the rear.

Got Milk ?

The design was eager for this new fun. Mind-controlling miss gave it such a boot, but transforming them was just as lots fun. There were so many yucky 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 would bring.

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

The shoppers in the huge box store paid no regard to the frame. It slipped between them, almost flowing like phantasma. Nonde*********** and unremarkable trace. Its genuine frame was utterly extraterrestrial being, but they did n't see it as anything Thomas More than the background. Their centre slid across the trope to stare at what they really were here for.

All the material trade good spread out before them. The wealth of body politic brought to their fingertips.

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

Not that the soma cared. It just wanted to overindulge its own lust for mischief.

The image reached its destination : the Junior Miss section. It was for young lady who were ten to thirteen to browse at. Of form, its objective was older than that. Not that she looked it. That 's what made her perfect. On a single-foot holding bras that were little more than trainers, it draped the pantie.

The soma shuddered, bore for the fun to get. Then it flitted away. It moved through the shopping crowd, heading back towards the store 's automatonlike room access. The mist awaited. vertebral column to its lair to observe the fun.

It trembled in anticipation. It could sense its quarry coming penny-pinching and closer to the section.

Abigail Hart hated having to go to the junior Miss incision workshop for her clothes. She was 19. nineteen and four foot eleven ! She looked like a twelve-year-old girl and had the pectus to match. She barely qualified as an A-cup. She kept hoping and hoping her breasts would produce, but nothing seemed to work. Not any of the apocryphal mind she 'd gotten off the Internet— she 'd fuddle hale milk every day for a class and had nothing to show for it—nor did the hint from her champion.

She played with her teat when she masturbated.

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

She wanted them to be bigger. She 'd settle for a B-cup. Something Thomas More than the little mosquito bites she currently had. Something that would take a shit her look anything close to her age.

Because of her childish build, she was shady of any guy who wanted to date her. They were always such pervs. The quietus of the boys wanted girls with big tit. immense schnoz. The eccentric of lush sweaters pillows they could snuggle up to.

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

At nineteen, it was strong to proceed believing that.

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

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

"Got Milk River ?"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 prickling rippled through her. Thoughts of buying a new bra were abandoned.

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

pantie in hand, she marched up to the bank clerk. The frisson coursed through her consistency the full time. The teller felt it, too. They went through the gesture of her paying, but at no point had any barcode been scanned nor had any money been exchanged. After all, the pantie were n't the fund 's. They were Abigail 's. They were made for her. If anyone else took them, the outcome could be unpredictable.

A gymnastic exercise autobus had learned that.

Then Abigail was out the door and heading home with unknown ideas of large mammaries, labored udders, filling her Edward Young mind.

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Abigail Hart




I stared down at my flat chest and shook my chief. Every first light, I hoped that something would happen.

That there would be some amount of growth that would 've happened overnight. They were barely more than than protrusion. My nipples had developed nicely, my areolas wide, my nubs thick. When erect, they thrust out fairly far. There were girls my age, like Courtney, with tits much magnanimous who did n't have teat half my size of it. It was so unjust.

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

"I 'm never going to get a swain,"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 Sir Thomas More height. I would forever be short. My mother had 3 column inch on me and D cups to boot. Why had genetics abandoned me ?

I threw on my new span of pantie 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 panties, I would produce huge tits. Just the enceinte udder. Bigger than two-bagger D 's. Then F-cups. Then G or maybe even in H-cups.

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

God, she must be as magniloquent as me, and she had monolithic tit. I could be like her. In my dreams, I was.

I stepped into the step-in and groaned as that shiver raced up my thighs. I wiggled my pelvic girdle, my anatomy electrified. So unbelievable. My mammilla hardened. The juicy urge formed in my kitty. Huge mammaries danced in my mind. Just the biggest, softest boob. It made me desire to wank. To get out the breast heart and finger my zany while stimulating my nipple.

But I had to get to my college.

I smoothed the black and Edward White panties over my rump and then traced the girdle around to the front. They fit perfectly. I kinda liked the flavor. Like I was a dairy cow. I could be a human being cow with big udder just wide-cut of creamy milk.

Milk ?

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

I shook my head, putting that hopeless fantasy out of my judgment. Even if I got meaning and had a kid, how big would my bosom 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 gens was Hitomi J-cup.

Gosh, she was so golden.

I sighed, my fingerbreadth smoothing down the front of the panties. My nipples continued to prickle. I glanced down at them, fat and long, the perfect sizing heart and soul for charwoman with big knocker. It was like they were taunting me. I hissed in frustration and grabbed my training bra. I lifted it up and an infuriated fervency burned in my belly. It was something for a little girl to wear down.

line boiling, I threw it down in snarling foiling and grabbed the shirt I was going to wear. It was a purplish babe doll tee shirt with a V-neckline. I pulled it over my head and wiggled it around my slender torso. Another thing a twelve-year-old would have on, but it fit me. My mammilla poked at the front, and I did n't deal for once.

At least my pap were developed.

I shoved my legs violently into my blue jean. I was just so fed up with that all. 19 ! Nineteen and with the minuscule teat ever. I worked my pants up my thighs 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 son loved her.

I buttoned up my blue jean and zipped up my fly. I slipped on my ankle windsock and popped my feet into my lawn tennis shoes. I snagged my bookbag and pocketbook, made sure I had my cell earphone, and then I was out of my bedroom. I grabbed a pop tart from the toaster and nibbled on as I headed out the front man room access. The sun was bright, shining. I felt it warming my skin as I headed to the college, this tingling rippled around my nipples. I knew I should 've break a bra. I was feeling the fabric of my shirt rubbing against my nubs. It was making me energize. I was getting wet.

Gosh, that was embarrassing.

I finished off my pop tart before I was halfway to my schooling. I sucked a few crumbs off my fingers, walking past times adult who looked down at me. A lot of them were noticing me and shaking their head teacher. Anger burned through me.

What ? Had they never seen a unforesightful woman ?

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

I reached my college, the metropolis buses dropping off some students, other college bookman driving their own motorcar or walking in like me. A flood of them was heading towards the social movement door. They were all taller than me. It was the big. Everywhere I went, I was the shortsighted someone. My substructure smacked on the pavement, my purse swinging off my shoulder, my bookbag bouncing behind me. A few of the bookman 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 lucullan sweater pup she always was showing off. She wore a top so slopped that it molded to her tits. On top of that, she had a plunging neckline that went so low it showed off a hint of the lacing of her bra.

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

"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 frisson in my nipples worse. I felt so toilsome and throbbing right now. I could just feel the material of my empurple jersey molding to them. Teasing my stub. Everyone stared at me. They had to recognize that I was aroused.

My cheeks burned as I stalked through the school.

"Uh, you know your leaking,"said Robert the Bruce. He was a tall guy, over six feet, so he loomed over me. He had brown hair and a person patch on his chin. He was on the basketball team, a handsome guy. My affectionateness fluttered a piddling. He had a great smile and this form of dashing look in his eyes.

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

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

I stared down at my dresser and ...

"What the fudge !"I gasped. I hated that I could n't avow properly which only added to the fact that people must call up I was a child. Right now, I did n't wish. There were two growing wet spots centered around my nipples. They were leaking. I blinked at seeing a bit of white beading through my shirt clinging to my breasts ...

"I have breasts,"I gasped. They were small, little more than budding mounds. But they were full-grown than they were when I left my theater. They were proper A-cups."Sir David Bruce, I have breasts."

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

Those two word flashed in my mind. I had Milk River. breast milk.

Tingles raced out of my scanty. My hands grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up my torso. Right there in the hall, not caring that other pupil were passing us, I stripped. I pulled my shirt up and up, the wet fabric peeling away from my fat pap. I bunched my shirt up beneath my axilla, exposing my new breasts. I gazed at them in awe. They had a shape to them, a perky resoluteness. And there, beading from my mamilla, was Edward D. White milk.

"Jesus Christ, 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 sensation ?"

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

Other students were watching as the tall Robert the Bruce knelt down. Even kneeling he had the pinnacle to reach my breast. I groaned as his hired man gripped my sides. Then his rim nuzzled into my tit. I gasped as he latched onto my right hand nub. He sealed his oral fissure about my fat nipple, his lips pressing warm against my ring of color.

He suckled.

prickling raced through my body as I felt the Milk River squirting out of my tit into his mouthpiece. I groaned, my manus balling tight. It felt so amazing. My tit felt connected straight to my pussy. My puss clenched as a great deal as my fists, drunkenness in the sex sensation of my milk squirting out of my nub.

He suckled again, groaning as he tasted my titty milk. A puckish shudder ran through me. to a greater extent cream beaded on my other nub. I swept up my finger across my mamilla as Bruce 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 mouthpiece. I tasted my creamy white meat milk. It was sweeter than cow 's milk. light, I popped my digit out of my oral fissure. My tongue ran over the roof of my lip as I savored the tone. 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 secure, is n't it ?"

I nodded."Oh, please keep suckling."

Around us, our fellow schoolmate were watching. Bruce sucked my left nipple back into his rima oris, latching onto that fat nub. I groaned as he suckled, my Milk squirting into his mouth. Both his hands slid up my body to cup my breasts.

He kneaded and massaged my little hillock. I gasped as a watercourse of white shot from my aright mamilla and soared over his shoulder to splash wastefully on the flooring. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as he suckled. This felt so amazing.

He squeezed my bosom again, the flow squirting harder into his mouth while my right-hand nipple erupted with more of my white emollient. This metre, I cupped my hand before my right tit and savored the hot milk splashing against my skin. I shuddered at the heap of my creamy dainty pooling in the palm tree of my hand. I brought it up to my mouth, bore to taste more of it.

I sucked it into my mouth, the tremendous goody bursting to life across my taste buds.

So dulcet.

I licked at my palm, loving every trace I could receive. My former hand was already covering my nipple, getting drenched as he squeezed again, my nipple squirting. beadwork of hot milk ran across my bridge player. I quickly brought it up to my mouth, licking and lapping and savoring my creamy treat. I could n't waste a 1 drop of it.

It was too good.

I trembled, my hips wiggling as he kneaded my tit and nursed from me. My twat was on flaming. I kept licking fresh cream off my palms, switching my work force, loving it. I groaned, the tingling racing from my twat, maybe from my panties. They surged up and up to my tit to score me into a delicious homo cow. I shuddered, my creamy treat flooding Bruce 's mouth.

"Are her tit getting with child ?"a little girl asked.

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

"Damn,"Courtney said as she arrived."That 's why you were getting wet around your mammilla. You 're lactating !"

I shrugged, not certainly what to say. Then I stared down at my tits and gasped. The comment around me faded as I stared at my breasts. Milk was squirting wastefully from my redress tit as I shuddered at the sight of my boobs. They were crowing than A-cups now.

They were B-Cups.

They had a roundness to them. A impertinence they lacked before. I shuddered, my kitty-cat 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.

Bruce suckled and then groaned. For once, I did n't feel that risque tingle caused by the Milk River squirting out of my mammilla. He popped his oral fissure off, shaking his point. Then he darted over to my rightfulness nipple. He latched on and suckled hard. I gasped as a hot squirt of milk flooded his mouthpiece. But when he nursed a back fourth dimension, nothing.

"You drained me,"I moaned, staring at my beat, chirpy pap. They were incredible and now had volume. A wonderful shape. As David Bruce popped his lips off my nipple and released my nipple, I shuddered. I cupped them for a moment, kneading them.

"Those are a courteous pair of boobs,"said Anthony, a tall, inkiness guy with a shave read/write head."Damn finely tits. I never noticed you have those before, Abigail."

"Because she did n't have nipple before,"Courtney said."tinker's damn, I would n't suffer thought that lactating would get them to blossom so fast. How did you do it, Abigail ?"

I shook my head word, pulling down my shirt. I had utterly no idea how this had happened. Could it be because of the step-in ? Just because I said that wonderful question printed on the back, Got Milk ? It was so foolish. Neither scanty nor saying a phrase could have turned me into a human dairy farm cow. They would n't induce my tits to swell and pass me creamy milk for all the male child to enjoy.

I groaned as I slid my shirt over my pap. With them swelled up, the purpleness fabric squeezed even tighter around my mammaries. The cotton-poly blend hugged to those big breasts and my difficult tit, and the hem no longer went down past the waistcloth 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 deliver a year to get to, I would do something about it. My boob had a wonderful saltation to them as I moved through the halls. My classmates were staring at me.

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

I was a woman. I was 19 and finally had mammilla. Nice, round B-cups. I felt them bouncing and jiggling with my every pace, moving with this buoyant firmness. My nipples throbbed and tingled, such joy rippling through me.

I smiled at everyone who noticed my new mammaries. Especially the guy rope. They were staring at my tit 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 volition while pushing up his methamphetamine hydrochloride. They all stared at me. They all enjoyed the side of my tits.

I finally had melon vine. snout. Delicious sweater puppies. Sure, they were n't the biggest, but they were such an betterment. I felt like a million bucks as I headed into my kickoff class. My professor, Mr. Abernathy, blinked at the ken of my tits. He had this hungry tone in his eyes as I sat down in the forepart row. I grinned at him, arching my back to thrust out my new breasts at him.

I could tell he loved my babies.

It was so voiceless not to flirt with my nipples during class. I just wanted to tweak them. To touch them. They kept tingling as the fabric of my t-shirt caressed them. I loved how my tits moved. My pussy was hot, making me squirm which made my knocker jiggle all the time. Poor Mr. Abernathy kept stumbling through his talk. 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 next division, 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 David Bruce. They were all so stick. I loved it. I had this wonderful bound to my stair, making my pinhead bounce for all the delight of the male child. I had never felt better about myself in my life.

I was a human cow and loved it.

I entered my next course and there was Anthony. He was sitting in the back, his head turning over to look at me. His eyes flicked up and down my fig. The Black guy rubbed his hired man across the shaved brain."Are you 're tits a little bigger than they were ?"

I glanced down and groaned in delectation. They did seem bighearted. They looked like they were C-cups now. A slight fuller, piffling rounder. I could tell by the picayune strip of skin between the hind end of my tee shirt and the waistcloth of my denim, proving that I 'd grown in volume.

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

I grinned, seeing the little livid stain growing where my intemperately pith pressed into the t-shirt 's material."conjecture so."

"So, you got any Milk for me."

Got ... milk ...

I ripped up my shirt right there before his desk. My C-cup titty bounced out with this wonderful sway to them. Milky flannel beaded on both pinko core."Of course I do."I flicked my eyes up and down his slash material body."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 wages,"I said, cupping my dipsomaniac C-cup titties. I shook them at him, a distasteful grin on my lips. My pussy clenched, my juices soaking the dairy-cow-pattern panties.

His dark hand took my own hand 's place. He squeezed my mamilla. I shuddered, loving the way his iniquity finger massaged my boobs. He gave them both a skilful squeeze, causing my Milk River to squirt out and splash his chest. The little droplets soaked into his dark-green tee shirt, a bit of pick beadwork on the impress logo.

"Damn, you 're just a squirter."

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

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

Susan B. Anthony leaned down and he sucked on my provide nipple. I groaned as his shadow sass sealed about my fat, pink nub. He suckled and my wonderful Milk flowed into his mouth. I groaned as his handwriting slid down my stomach. His fingers stroked lower and lower, teasing me.

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

snap fastener !

I groaned as he shoved his hand into my pants. My fly rasped opened, the zip moving downward. I shuddered, his face hollowing as he suckled hard. My Milk squirted into his athirst backtalk, sending trembles shooting down to my cunt. His finger dipped into the waistband of those naughty panty. He slid through my bush.

Went lower.

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

My arms went around his pass, cradling the sexy Black guy to my daily round breasts. I closed my eyes, loving him breast feeding at my tit. He stroked me. His finger's breadth moved up and down, teasing my labia. His touch coaxed out my little clit from its hood. I gasped as it burst with sparks from the starting time time he touched me.

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

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

He sucked with force out. His rim engulfed Thomas More and more than of my areola. My milk fired into his oral fissure. Every time he nursed, pleasure jolted down to my pussy. My cunt clenched, drinking in the lightning while glint flared from my clit. The two dissimilar hotshot mixed and swirled inside of my cunt.

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

"Yeah,"volition croaked.

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

"Tell me about it,"said Janiqua, my blackamoor 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 teat were growing Fuller. They were expanding as he nursed. It was a subtle alteration, but I could just see their enhance increment. They were round and good, arduous. I could sense the shift in my bearing as I adjusted myself to the increased exercising weight of my mammaries.

"I 'm growing big udder,"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 lush tatas,"another guy groaned."red cent, Anthony, you 're lucky."

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

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

Susan Anthony popped his mouth off my result mammilla and darted over to the right. He rubbed at my clit, sparks bursting through me. I whimpered, my right pap extra medium from waiting to be drained. It burst with pleasure as my milk squirted into his sassing. Susan B. Anthony groaned as he swallowed that grand treat.

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

"Oh, yes,"I panted.

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

I loved being a homo dairy farm cow. I loved nursing sexy hombre. Mark Anthony suckled with such hunger. His left deal grabbed my right tit, squeezing. I felt my milk squirting out of my nipple and into his mouth with such force.

I gasped, the pleasure swelling inside of me. I could n't take much more of this. His thumb rubbed my clitoris. His sass nursed at my nipple. His finger caressed my labia. They danced up and down my slit, brushing my virginal membrane. He stroked all my gamey bits.

"Susan Anthony !"I howled.

"Oh, yes, that 's incredible !"

I came.

My juices gushed out, bathing his hired man. riffle of pleasure flowed through my physical structure. He kept sucking. Nursing. My nipple throbbed and ached, sending more waves of rapture flooding through my soundbox. The bliss poured over my mind, drowning my thoughts.

It was unbelievable. Stars burst before my eyes. My head tossed from slope to incline, my black hair dancing about my shoulders. My left titty swayed, moving with a heavy weight. I gasped, Antony kneading my tit, milking me as he suckled.

My clit throbbed and ached beneath his massaging thumb.

"Yes, yes, Antony !"I moaned."Drain my Milk River ! Drain me dry !"

My teat were even bigger now. I had to consume double D 's now. I now had tits as big as my mother. I groaned and gasped, the delight reaching that wonderful pinnacle of hug drug. I hit it as he suckled out the last of my knocker milk. I groaned, a final quiver racing through me. Then I was panting. Gasping. I shook my head word, dizzy from the pleasure.

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

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

My naughty cream.

I trembled as I shoved down my shirt over my magnanimous sweater puppy. My t-shirt was so close. It rode up, showing off my bellybutton now. I groaned, my teat constrained, the fabric 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 jean. I headed to my bum, my large chest jiggling and swaying with my every movement. I sat down and smiled as I watched them leap at the bed of my vision. These were everything I wanted. Maybe they would uprise bigger and I would get my J-cups. I struggled to focus on the example, to grow my education, but all I could think about was milk.

Creamy, Edward Douglas White Jr., mellisonant breast milk. I could feel the delight slowly filling my bosom. I was generating more and more. My massive udder were getting quick to nurse more boys. They needed it. They had to drink my rattling delectation. So unbelievable. I would give them all my creamy treats.

I could n't wait.

I kept my mitt clasped tight together throughout the deterrent example. It was hard not to wiggle. I was getting hot and worked up again, too. Getting fingered while nursing Anthony was amazing. I would have to assert that all the boy do things to please me to get my Milk.

I bit my turn down lip, my t-shirt feeling tighter and tighter. When I looked down, I knew my mamilla were bigger. They were swelling and swelling, becoming those monolithic bag that I craved. Soon, they would be big enough to lactate permanently. Every boy or man would enjoy my milk as a great deal as they wanted.

Lactophiles would adore me.

I bit my lower lip in anticipation.

Soon class was over. I stood up quickly just so my mamilla would bound up and down. My t-shirt was riding up high and gamey as they grew bigger and bad. It was turning into a belly shirt. Soon, would it even be able to constrain my mammilla ?

Would I even need a shirt ?

I sauntered through the halls, my hips swaying. My waist was a picayune curvier, too. Little more womanly. I might be short, but no girlfriend in my college had nipple bigger than me now. The male child swarmed around me. They were staring at my mamilla, looking for that starting time mansion of wetness. They were eager for my Milk River to fully get back in. They wanted to entertain from me.

It was so unbelievable. I had such a huge smile on my facial expression as I entered my adjacent class. My tits bounced and jiggled, my nipple aching. Throbbing. They were filling up with all that toothsome milk. All the delights for the male child to enjoy. Nursing them all would be incredible.

Nate glanced at me. He had these thickly air expanders in his brim, stretching out his lobes. His recollective tomentum 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 nipple ?

His eyes flicked down to my boob. He licked his lips."Got Milk River for me ?"

"You just said the legerdemain actor's line,"I moaned. I thrust up my t-shirt, exposing my titmouse. They were definitely F-cups now. Large and soft, my nipples finally sized rightfulness for them. Nate stared at my big tatas with hunger as I threw my jersey to the story.

It was just in the way. v

I sauntered up to him, my teat jiggling. He turned in his bottom, athirst. I gasped as he seized my right bosom and swallowed my mamilla. His whiskers rubbed against my silky physique in my sensitive ring of color. I whimpered at the rasping sensation.

I shivered as he suckled.

My breast Milk fired into his oral cavity. It splashed as he suckled and nursed with force. My toes curled. My pussy clenched. Such a wicked and wanton moving ridge of joy slam through me. It was unbelievable. Just what I craved. What I needed. I groaned, biting my lower lip as the pleasance swelled and swelled inside of me.

I needed to be touched so bad.

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

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

I watched them grow. They went from F-cups to H-cups. I quivered, just two footmark away from what I wanted to be. My tit were heavy now. They were full of so very much milk. The two boys were so hungry, suckling on me. I shuddered, wiggling my hip joint. My pussy was just on fire.

"Damn, you look like you need something, Abigail,"Ken said.

I looked behind me to see the blonde guy with his own goatee. He had a big, boyish grin on his lips."Why are you shaking that ass ?"

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

I could n't think I was saying those words, but my panties tingled around me. I needed to be devoured. My Virgo pussy needed more than just fingers. Ken groaned, licking his rim and brushing those gold scroll surrounding his mouth.

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

"Yes,"I moaned.

I cradled both Nate and Tim to my tits as Ken yanked down my blue jean. He ripped them off my fanny and down my thighs. They bunched around my ankle, my pussy clenching in prediction. Every suckle from the two hunk nursing on me sent pleasure shooting down to my pussy.

"tinker's damn, you 're wearing the rightfulness kind of panties, are n't you ?"said Ken."I ca n't wait to try your milk."

"I 'll sustain enough for everyone,"I moaned, knowing it to be true. I could feel it filling my tits faster than the two male child could suckle it out. My homo udder would just have adequate creamy treats for all the boys. I quivered, trembling as Ken dragged down my panties, exposing my ass and pussy to everyone.

"Damn, she might let the peak of a little fille, but that butt is mature,"groaned Ken.

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

I shuddered as Ken kissed down the curve of my rump and dipped between my thighs. He nuzzled into my pussy. I gasped, his tongue flicking across my virgin slit. He brushed my flock and caressed my virginal membrane. I quivered, my nipple throbbing and aching. Milk squirted from them as the two boy gulped it down with such hungriness.

I trembled, my orgasm edifice and building.

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

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

"Oh, yes, yes, any boy that pleases me will get my milk,"I moaned, my fateful haircloth trembling about my bare shoulders."Oh, Ken, you 're going to get so much Milk River. Just make me cum. poke my cunt and make me explode."

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

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

I had three male child suckling on me. Both my mamilla and my clit throbbed and ached. They all sent such wondrous sparks of delight shooting through me. My pap spurted their milk into the two son'thirsty sass. They gulped it down, their inviolable manpower kneading my growing tits.

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

I was coming closer and tight to my orgasm. Ken 's goatee rasped against my pussy lips through my Bush. His spit fluttered against my virgin folds, pressing on my hymen. He lapped up my honeyed ointment while the two other boys nursed on my sweet Milk. They gulped it down with such thirst. They were swelling my knocker larger and bigger.

I just knew I would make J-cups.

I would have those big pinhead just like I wanted. Delicious udder. 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 ! shuffle me cum and then you get to accept Nate 's position. Just hold open licking me. I need an orgasm. It 's so hot nursing you sexy boys."

"I ca n't wait to do you cum,"groaned Mark Antony. The tall, Joseph Black guy was grinning at me. I did n't know when he had arrived, but he stared at me with such hunger.

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

Ken latched onto my clit again. He sucked hard, his goatee rubbing against my puss sassing. I shuddered, trembling. Both my nipples throbbed while Tim sucked at the Lapp clock time. My milk squirted into their mouths, sending two-fold jerk of lightning zapping down to my cunt. My Virgo the Virgin slit became wire. I gasped, the current of blissfulness rushing through me.

I came.

My pussy convulsed and spasmed. I felt my juice gushing out of me. They flowed, spilling into Ken 's thirsty sassing. He licked and lapped up my sweet cream while my white meat milk continued to flow into Nate 's and Tim 's thirsty maws. I shuddered, the sparks zapping through my mind.

sensation danced before my eyes.

I shuddered, my total body convulsing. My hands grabbed my lowering knocker, squeezing out my milk into Nate 's and Tim 's suckling rima oris. I whimpered, my point shaking. It was so sound. So wonderful.

"shuffle that HuCow slut cum !"Antony shouted.

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

"Yeah, make her cum, then you can drink her delectable, creamy milk. I ca n't waitress 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 rima oris off my nipple. Some of my creamy milk had spilled down into his dark goatee. He grinned at me, nodding."I 'll trade, Ken."

Ken ripped his mouthpiece from my puss. His hands gave my ass a final squeeze 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 juice. My pussycat ointment had utterly drenched him. I could smell it, a sweet smell, but dissimilar from the delightful emollient 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, dandy. Damn !"

"Booyah !"Nate shouted.

Just as Ken broke the kiss with me, I felt something pressing into my kitty. It was n't a mouth. It was n't a digit. It was chummy. Spongy. I gasped as it slid up my pussy brim to my virginal membrane. I threw a look behind me to see Nate standing.

Realization hit me.

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

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

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

Ken latched onto my nipple, suckling hard. His bumpy goatee rasped against my ring of color and soft tit. I shuddered, wiggling my hips and rubbing my hot pussy into the putz 's tip nudging me. I was so bore to mislay my virginity. I hugged both Ken and Tim to my tits, loving as they suckled on my udders.

Nate thrust.

I groaned, my tit both bursting with sparkle of pleasure as my maidenhead stretched and stretched. annoyance flared, meeting the electrifying bliss flowing from my nipples. I trembled. Then my cherry popped. His rooster slammed to the hilt in me. My heart widened I was suddenly filled with a huge dick.

My number 1 hammer ever.

I gasped and moaned, swiveling my pelvic girdle. I squeezed my bitch around that stick cock. Nate groaned, his hand squeezing my hips. I was bent grass over to suck both Ken and Tim, my ass thrust out behind me.

Nate drew back his hip and then plunged into me again. He slammed his shaft hard into my pussy. I gasped at the force play of his dick burial to the hilt in me. His crotch smacked into my rump, making my butt-cheeks jiggle. My big bag rippled, moving as the two athirst boys nursed at them.

"Yes, yes, this is what I need !"I howled."This is how I need you boys to pay. This is how you 'll get laid me. Oh, yes, drink my milk by fucking me hard. Make me irrupt !"

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

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

I shuddered, wanting to notice those other places.

My pap throbbed and ached with more intensity level. Being filled with Nate 's dick 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 stab of Nate 's peter and suckle of those hungry mouths brought me nigh and closer to that wonderful orgasm.

My deflowered cunt clenched down hard on the big dick thrusting into me. It slammed into my depths, heavy balls smacking into my button. Dame Muriel Spark of pleasure joined the electrifying jolts zapping from my mammilla. Milk squirted again and again into those hungry boys'oral cavity. I groaned, swaying. I was getting cheeseparing and cheeseparing to exploding.

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

The more creamy treat I delivered to my hungry boys.

"Oh, yes, fuck me unvoiced. I want to share all my milk with you ! You 're going to get big and inviolable and turn such sexy men. Ooh, yes, fuck me, Nate. I need to cum."

He suddenly seized my melanise hair and yanked my head back. I gasped, loving his ascendancy. He fucked me hard. His mightily shot rammed to the hilt in my cunt. I trembled, my kitty clenching down on him. star burst before my eyes. It was so vivid. Just amazing. I whimpered, squeezing down hard on his dick. This howling pleasure built and built and built inside of me.

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

It was what I needed. I exploded.

My puss convulsed and writhed about Nate 's cock. He grunted, fucking into my spasming profundity. undulation of hot rage flooded through my body. The bang of pleasure was electrified by the zapping delight shooting from my tit. Both male child suckled as my orgasmic seventh heaven swept through my mind. I screamed out in rapture, buckling hard.

"Fuck !"Nate grunted.

"Cum in me !"I howled."flood lamp me with all that semen. 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 spoil kitty. 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 backtalk. I whimpered, a wave of pleasance sweeping through my dead body as my pussy milked Nate 's erupting dick.

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

It was incredible.

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

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

Tim popped his rima oris off my nipple and groaned,"I want you to sit on my dick."He licked his sass, milk staining them."Sit on my dick and ride me. Then I can keep nursing you."

I nodded, groaning as he sat down on a chair, shoving the desk away from him. He unzipped his jean and squeeze them down, lifting his keister up from the behind. His cock stretched out his tight whitey underclothes. The Fruit of the Loom came off next. There he was, his big shaft unveiled. My cum-filled pussy clenched.

Ken kept suckling as I moved. He shoved the desk further out of the way so he could keep suckling. I straddled Tim, lowering my pussycat down to his putz. His lip engulfed my nipple before I sank down on him. Once again, I would return 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 mamilla. He suckled harder as my pussy engulfed his cock. I gasped, my cunt clenching down on him. My kitty-cat was almost sucking on his dick as he nursed at my teat. It was incredible. I leaned back, my mouth opening wide.

I let out a wanton moan.

Hands seized my fountainhead, turning me. I gasped to see the nerdy will thrusting his cock at my rima oris. Before I knew it, I was suckling on his shaft. I nursed on him like the two boys nursed on my fleshy tits. My cunt squeezed around Tim 's thick dick. I groaned, reveling in the feel of his cock. I slid up and down him, my pussy clinging to him, the detrition incredible.

I moaned around that dick in my mouth.

Will groaned, his work force gripping my head as he fucked his dick in and out of my mouth. He had this wild feeling behind his glasses. He grunted and panted, eagre to realise the right to suckle from my udders. I cupped his clump, massaging them as he plunged his cock over and over into my mouth. Drool ran down my chin as I suckled.

The audio of nursing echoed around me. Ken, Tim, and I were all making those gamy sounds. Both my nipple throbbed and ached in the son'mouths, Ken 's goatee rasp against my areola. I shuddered, my kitty-cat clenching down around Tim 's putz.

My bit gripped him. I held his wonderful cock as I worked up and down his shaft. The feel of him in me drove me to just ride him. To just enjoy every column inch of his hawkshaw in me. I would cum on his peter. I would detonate on that thick cock. I groaned, wiggling my hips.

Behind me, I heard person gasp in surprised delectation. It was Courtney, moaning,"Oh, you 're so prosperous, Abigail."

I did n't make out why I was favorable. Did she mean because I had my big, intemperate tits ? I could just recite they were J-cups now. After Nate had cum in me, after the son at suckled my boob, they had swelled into such a wonderful, monolithic size.

I worked my kitty-cat up and down Tim 's prick faster and faster as my agitation ballooned.

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

I would have dicks in all of my golf hole. I would suckle and nurse at all three of the boys'cocks. I would enjoy them.

I sucked so hard on Will 's cock as Anthony 's fatheaded cock pressed against my Virgo the Virgin son of a bitch. My sphincter muscle stretched and stretched and stretched. I shuddered, squirming on Tim 's shaft as that lightlessness prick popped into my shit. I groaned throaty pleasure, moaning around volition 's prick.

I shuddered, Susan Brownell Anthony 's thick putz plunging deep and deeper into my intestine. This wonderful hotness met the silky pleasure in my kitty-cat. The two unlike rubbing merged and melted together, driving me towards another bewilder orgasm. My teat burst with electric delight, my milk squirting into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry mouths.

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

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

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

"Yes,"testament groaned, his cock plunging intemperate and dissolute 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 puss and prick around Tim and Anthony 's big dicks. They worked in and out of my hollow. Two different, amazing frictions. The sleek clash in my bitch and the velvety delight from my asshole. They swelled inside of me, forming a terrific storm fed by the electrical energy shooting from my nipples.

more and to a greater extent drool ran down my Kuki-Chin. I squeezed my eyes shut, building and building towards that climax. I was so close. Antonius fucked me intemperate, driving his gumshoe deep into my asshole. His privates smacked into me. His balls thudded into my bod over and over. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering as this stupefy bliss built inside of me. The storm grew.

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

My orgasm exploded through me.

The violent storm swept through my torso. My cocksucker and pussycat writhed about the two dicks. Howling malarky of ecstasy swept through me. Zapping bolt of lightning electrified my intellect. My nipples squirted even more Milk River into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry mouth. I gulped down my dainty as I squealed around testament 's dick.

"shag, yes !"the wonk 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 clapper massaging the bottom of his tool. More and More of his boy-cream flooded my mouth. I savored every driblet. I reveled in this marvellous here and now. It was incredible. Amazing. I never wanted to stop. I felt so dizzy as this pleasant-tasting pleasure rippled through my body.

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

The smuggled guy fired his jizz into my asshole. spurt after tremendous jet of his cum flooded me. Boys cheered around me, all eager to taste my milk. To fuck their hammer in and out of my mouthpiece and kitty and cocksucker. To leave me their salty cum. I wanted it all.

I gulped down every cliff of Will 's jizz while my asshole and puss milked Tim and Mark Antony dry.

Anthony ripped his gumshoe out of my whoreson. He seized me under my armpits and hauled me off Tim 's cock. He pulled my vast udders away from the two boys'thirsty mouths. I gasped, suddenly pressed onto a screen background.

Cum ran out of my pussy and SOB as Antonius leaned over and latched onto my pap topping my J-cup tit. Will took the other one, suckling hard as the next boy stepped up to fuck my pussy.

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

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

It worked out outflank for all of us.

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The figure chortled in pleasure at the consequence of its newest pair of step-in. It had turned that flat-chested girl into a breastfeed slut.

It had a different musical theme for its adjacent pair. Not something so radical. Something fun. Something that would be bold. To dangle it off would be a risk in of itself. It would have to venture into a new emplacement. It would need all of its deception to hold open from being discovered. It would be a stranger.

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

But it would be worth it.

It stroked the yoke of panties, loving the design. They were all black, cut narrow in the presence and rear, the girdle only strings. It had some dainty lace decorating the nominal head. Two countersign were printed in bright, amber letters on the back. Daring letters.

TOP BITCH.

The figure smiled as it picked up the step-in and marched to the mist.

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