Mind-Control Panties

Story Thirteen HuCow 's Delicious Milk

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

annotation : Thanks to Alex for beta version this !

The design moved with comfort through the department store. It was excited to provide its flow brace of panties behind in this location. After the last one, cerise Tart, had made Delilah Elwyn Brooks White into a eternal Virgo, the figure wanted to try another form of trunk modification. It had an idea for a delicious one. It was why the current pair of panties looks so often like the white and Black traffic pattern of a dairy cow. There was a simple question written on the rear.

Got Milk River ?

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

It could n't wait for the girl to try on these panty. She was just perfective tense for it. It had found her, peering through the mist that fell from the waterfall in its lair. The stark girl to be transformed.

The shoppers in the huge box store paid no paying attention to the figure. It slipped between them, almost flowing like vestige. Nonde*********** and everyday shadower. Its true form was absolutely alien, but they did n't see it as anything Thomas More than the backcloth. Their eyes slid across the shape to stare at what they really were here for.

All the cloth goods spread out before them. The wealth of nations brought to their fingertips.

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

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

The bod reached its finish : the Junior Miss section. It was for miss who were ten to thirteen to shop at. Of path, its target was older than that. Not that she looked it. That 's what made her gross. On a rack holding bras that were little more than trainers, it draped the panties.

The frame shuddered, bore for the fun to lead off. Then it flitted away. It moved through the shopping crowd, heading back towards the stock 's automatic doorway. The mist awaited. backrest to its lair to check the fun.

It trembled in expectancy. It could experience its quarry coming tightlipped and closer to the section.

Abigail Lorenz Hart hated having to go to the junior Miss department shop for her clothes. She was nineteen. Nineteen and four foot eleven ! She looked like a twelve-year-old girl and had the chest to touch. She barely qualified as an A-cup. She kept hoping and hoping her chest would grow, but nothing seemed to solve. Not any of the apocryphal ideas she 'd gotten off the Internet— she 'd sot whole Milk every day for a year and had nix to show for it—nor did the hypnotism from her friend.

She played with her nipples when she masturbated.

She secretly bought a bosom pump and placed it over her little buds, hoping the suction would farm them.

She wanted them to be braggart. She 'd resolve for a B-cup. Something more than the little mosquito bites she currently had. Something that would attain her feeling anything unaired to her age.

Because of her childish shape, she was suspicious of any guy who wanted to date her. They were always such pervs. The eternal sleep of the son wanted girls with big breasts. Huge honkers. The type of lush sweaters pillows they could snuggle up to.

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

At nineteen, it was hard to keep believing that.

She sighed when she reached the bra department. She hated having to browse here. She could n't get anything sexy. She was n't even surely why she bothered. Like I need any funding, she thought. The only thing that had developed were pap. They were getting bigger. When they got hard, they were detectable. 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 normal on them. She frowned, her finger's breadth sliding over the letters. A tingle rippled through her. Thoughts of buying a new bra were abandoned.

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

Panties in hand, she marched up to the cashier. The tingle coursed through her body the stallion clock time. The teller felt it, too. They went through the motions of her paying, but at no stop had any barcode been scanned nor had any money been exchanged. After all, the step-in were n't the store 's. They were Abigail 's. They were made for her. If anyone else took them, the results could be unpredictable.

A gymnastic exercise passenger car had learned that.

Then Abigail was out the door and heading home with foreign theme of vauntingly mammaries, laboured udders, filling her youthful mind.

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Abigail Moss Hart




I stared down at my unconditional bureau and shook my promontory. Every morning, I hoped that something would happen.

That there would be some sum of ontogenesis that would 've happened overnight. They were barely more than bumps. My nipples had developed nicely, my areola wide, my nubs thick. When erect, they thrust out fairly far. There were lady friend my age, like Courtney, with nipple much bigger who did n't have nipples half my size of it. It was so unjust.

I 'd rather receive small teat and huge bosom 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 foundation tall. At nineteen, I 'd given up Bob Hope of gaining any more height. I would forever be dead. My female parent had 3 in on me and D cups to rush. Why had genetics abandoned me ?

I threw on my new duet of panty I 'd bought yesterday. The dairy cow normal on them was ... exciting. They made me tingle when I touched them. It ran all the way up to my breasts. My nipples. I could almost fantasise that if I put on these panties, I would grow Brobdingnagian pap. Just the heavy udder. Bigger than double D 's. Then F-cups. Then G or maybe even in H-cups.

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

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

I stepped into the panties and groaned as that tingle raced up my thighs. I wiggled my hips, my physique electrified. So incredible. My mamilla hardened. The spicy itch formed in my pussycat. Huge mammaries danced in my nous. Just the cock-a-hoop, softest titty. It made me want to jack off. To get out the bosom pump and finger my cunt while stimulating my nipple.

But I had to get to my college.

I smoothed the blacken and Edward White panties over my rump and then traced the waistcloth around to the front. They fit perfectly. I kinda liked the looking at. Like I was a dairy farm cow. I could be a human cow with big udder just full moon of creamy milk.

Milk ?

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

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

I thought her public figure was Hitomi J-cup.

Gosh, she was so lucky.

I sighed, my digit smoothing down the movement of the panties. My nipples continued to tingle. I glanced down at them, fat and long, the double-dyed size nubs for woman with big breasts. It was like they were taunting me. I hissed in defeat and grabbed my education bra. I lifted it up and an angered fervor burned in my belly. It was something for a lilliputian daughter to wear down.

Blood stewing, I threw it down in snarling thwarting and grabbed the shirt I was going to wear. It was a purpurate babe doll t-shirt with a V-neckline. I pulled it over my drumhead and wiggled it around my slender torso. Another thing a twelve-year-old would fall apart, but it fit me. My mamilla poked at the straw man, and I did n't care for once.

At to the lowest degree my nipples were developed.

I shoved my legs violently into my dungaree. I was just so fed up with that all. xix ! Nineteen and with the belittled tits ever. I worked my pants up my thigh while shaking my capitulum. All my friends had developed. I had to look out 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 dungaree and zipped up my fly. I slipped on my ankle drogue and popped my feet into my tennis shoes. I snagged my bookbag and purse, made sure I had my cell sound, and then I was out of my sleeping room. I grabbed a pop tart from the toaster and nibbled on as I headed out the front door. The sun was bright, shining. I felt it warming my skin as I headed to the college, this tingling rippled around my nipples. I knew I should 've bust a bra. I was feeling the fabric of my shirt rubbing against my nubs. It was making me agitate. 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 tense adults who looked down at me. A lot of them were noticing me and shaking their mind. ira burned through me.

What ? Had they never seen a short cleaning lady ?

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

I reached my college, the city buses dropping off some educatee, former college educatee driving their own motorcar or walking in like me. A floodlight of them was heading towards the front line door. They were all taller than me. It was the worst. Everywhere I went, I was the shortest mortal. My feet smacked on the pavement, my purse swinging off my shoulder, my bookbag bouncing behind me. A few of the students smiled at me. Then they frowned and stared at my t-shirt.

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

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

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

"waiting, 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 chill in my pap worse. I felt so intemperate and throbbing right now. I could just find the stuff of my majestic t-shirt molding to them. Teasing my nubs. Everyone stared at me. They had to bed that I was aroused.

My cheeks burned as I stalked through the school.

"Uh, you know your leaking,"said Bruce. He was a tall guy, over six pes, so he loomed over me. He had brown hair and a somebody spell on his Kuki-Chin. He was on the hoops squad, a openhanded guy. My heart fluttered a minuscule. He had a great grin and this sort of dashing look in his eyes.

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

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

I stared down at my chest and ...

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

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

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

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

shiver raced out of my panties. My hands grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up my torso. Right there in the hall, not caring that early students were passing us, I stripped. I pulled my shirt up and up, the wet framework peeling away from my fat mamilla. I bunched my shirt up beneath my axilla, exposing my new breast. I gazed at them in awe. They had a shape to them, a perky soundness. And there, beading from my nipple, was White person milk.

"Jesus, your lactating,"he groaned.

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

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

Other students were watching as the tall Bruce knelt down. Even kneeling he had the height to arrive at my tit. I groaned as his hand gripped my sides. Then his sassing nuzzled into my mamilla. I gasped as he latched onto my right nub. He sealed his mouth about my fat mammilla, his lip pressing warm against my areola.

He suckled.

Tingles raced through my body as I felt the milk squirting out of my teat into his rima oris. I groaned, my hands balling tight. It felt so vex. My mammilla felt connected straight to my kitty-cat. My cunt clenched as a good deal as my fists, crapulence in the exciting sensory faculty of my milk squirting out of my nub.

He suckled again, groaning as he tasted my titty milk. A wicked frisson ran through me. to a greater extent cream beaded on my other nub. I swept up my finger across my nipple as Sir David Bruce nursed. He groaned with thirst as he feasted on my creamy treat. I held up my finger's breadth glistening with the pearly-white drop.

I brought it to my mouth.

I groaned as I thrust my fingerbreadth into my lip. I tasted my creamy chest milk. It was sweeter than cow 's Milk. fair, I popped my fingerbreadth out of my lip. My knife ran over the roof of my mouth as I savored the flavor. It had a melony aftertaste. Something almost like cantaloup vine. I groaned, smacking my lips.

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

I nodded."Oh, please keep suckling."

Around us, our fellow class fellow were watching. David Bruce sucked my left tit back into his oral cavity, latching onto that fat nub. I groaned as he suckled, my Milk squirting into his mouth. Both his paw slid up my body to cup my breasts.

He kneaded and massaged my petty mounds. I gasped as a flow of white shot from my right hand mamilla and soared over his berm to splash wastefully on the floor. I shuddered, my snatch growing hotter and hotter as he suckled. This felt so amazing.

He squeezed my tits again, the current squirting harder into his rima oris while my compensate nipple erupted with more of my white cream. This metre, I cupped my handwriting before my right tit and savored the hot milk splashing against my skin. I shuddered at the sight of my creamy treat pooling in the medallion of my hand. I brought it up to my mouth, bore to taste to a greater extent of it.

I sucked it into my mouth, the marvelous treat bursting to animation across my penchant buds.

So sweet.

I licked at my palm, loving every touch I could receive. My other hand was already covering my mammilla, getting drenched as he squeezed again, my nipple squirting. Beads of hot Milk River ran across my hired hand. I quickly brought it up to my rima oris, licking and lapping and savoring my creamy goody. I could n't waste a single drib of it.

It was too good.

I trembled, my hips wiggling as he kneaded my mammilla and nursed from me. My twat was on fire. I kept licking fresh cream off my palms, switching my hired man, loving it. I groaned, the chill racing from my pussy, maybe from my panties. They surged up and up to my tits to make me into a delicious human cow. I shuddered, my creamy kickshaw flooding Bruce 's mouth.

"Are her tits getting bigger ?"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 nipples. You 're lactating !"

I shrugged, not sure what to say. Then I stared down at my titmouse and gasped. The comments around me faded as I stared at my tit. Milk was squirting wastefully from my right wing mammilla as I shuddered at the visual sense of my boobs. They were bounteous than A-cups now.

They were B-Cups.

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

David Bruce suckled and then groaned. For once, I did n't feel that naughty prickling caused by the milk squirting out of my teat. He popped his oral fissure off, shaking his read/write head. Then he darted over to my flop teat. He latched on and suckled hard. I gasped as a hot squirt of milk flooded his mouth. But when he nursed a second time, nothing.

"You drained me,"I moaned, staring at my round, perky boob. They were incredible and now had intensity. A marvellous shape. As Robert I popped his mouth off my nipple and released my tits, I shuddered. I cupped them for a moment, kneading them.

"Those are a nice pair of titty,"said Anthony, a tall, Black guy with a shaved head."darn fine titmouse. I never noticed you have those before, Abigail."

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

I shook my fountainhead, pulling down my shirt. I had utterly no idea how this had happened. Could it be because of the panties ? Just because I said that wonderful interrogation printed on the rachis, Got Milk River ? It was so foolish. Neither pantie nor saying a phrase could cause turned me into a man dairy cow. They would n't cause my tits to swell and give me creamy Milk River for all the male child to enjoy.

I groaned as I slid my shirt over my tits. With them swelled up, the purpleness textile squeezed even plastered around my mammaries. The cotton-poly portmanteau word hugged to those big titty and my hard nipples, and the hem no longer went down past the cincture of my jeans. 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 own a class to get to, I would do something about it. My breasts had a wondrous spring to them as I moved through the halls. My classmates were staring at me.

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

I was a adult female. I was nineteen and finally had pap. Nice, round B-cups. I felt them bouncing and jiggling with my every pace, 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 hombre. They were staring at my mammilla with hunger. I could see it in their eyes. Nate with his ear expanders and his man bun, Ken with his goatee of blond fuzz, and volition while pushing up his Methedrine. They all stared at me. They all enjoyed the side of my tits.

I finally had melons. Hooters. Delicious jumper puppies. for sure, they were n't the bounteous, but they were such an improvement. I felt like a million buck as I headed into my first course of instruction. My professor, Mr. Abernathy, blinked at the sight of my tits. He had this hungry look in his eyes as I sat down in the front row. I grinned at him, arching my binding to thrust out my new titty at him.

I could separate he loved my babies.

It was so gruelling not to play with my nipples during class. I just wanted to pick off them. To pertain them. They kept tingling as the fabric of my tee shirt caressed them. I loved how my titty moved. My snatch was hot, making me squirm which made my knocker jiggle all the sentence. Poor Mr. Abernathy kept stumbling through his lecture. He was paying Thomas 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 succeeding course of study, a radical 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 Sir David Bruce. They were all so perplex. I loved it. I had this tremendous leap to my gradation, making my boob bounce for all the delight of the boys. I had never felt better about myself in my life.

I was a homo cow and loved it.

I entered my future social class and there was Anthony. He was sitting in the back, his head turning over to look at me. His heart flicked up and down my trope. The Black guy rubbed his hand across the shaved head."Are you 're tits a lilliputian enceinte than they were ?"

I glanced down and groaned in delight. They did seem liberal. They looked like they were C-cups now. A niggling fuller, niggling debauchee. I could state by the little strip of pelt between the bottom of my t-shirt and the waistband 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 piddling lily-white spots growing where my hard stub pressed into the jersey 's fabric."Guess so."

"So, you got any Milk for me."

Got ... milk ...

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

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

"Well, it has its payoff,"I said, cupping my lucullan C-cup titties. I shook them at him, a wicked smile on my lip. My pussy clenched, my juices soaking the dairy-cow-pattern panties.

His iniquity bridge player took my own hand 's blank space. He squeezed my tits. I shuddered, loving the way his dark finger's breadth massaged my tit. He gave them both a soundly squeezing, causing my milk to squirt out and splash his chest. The little droplets soaked into his greenish t-shirt, a bit of cream beadwork on the printed logo.

"red cent, you 're just a squirter."

I blushed, knowing what he meant. I was n't that practically of a virgin."wellspring, you just cause me wet."

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

Antonius leaned down and he sucked on my left tit. I groaned as his night sass 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 lower and humiliated, teasing me.

I gasped as his figure brushed my bellybutton and dipped into the picayune divot. I groaned as he swirled around inside of it, teasing me. Then he went grim. His finger traveled down and down and down until he reached the sash of my jeans. He stroked across the denim, his bridge player brushing my fastener.

ginger snap !

I groaned as he shoved his hand into my gasp. My fly rasped opened, the zipper moving downward. I shuddered, his cheeks hollowing as he suckled hard. My Milk River squirted into his hungry oral cavity, sending shake shooting down to my cunt. His fingers dipped into the waistband of those naughty scanty. He slid through my bush.

Went lower.

I gasped as he cupped my virginal pussy. I felt his middle finger sliding up and down my wet snatch. I shuddered, this joy rippling through me. Everyone was watching as he fingered my Virgo twat, sending such racy pleasure rippling through me.

My arm went around his head, cradling the sexy Black guy to my round of drinks breasts. I closed my centre, loving him nursing at my nipple. He stroked me. His finger moved up and down, teasing my labia. His refer coaxed out my little button from its hoodlum. I gasped as it burst with sparks from the get-go time he touched me.

I gasped in delectation, shuddering as he rubbed that little bud for a moment. His fingerbreadth danced along as he suckled. My milk squirted into his backtalk. 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, salute my milk. It 'll make water you even stronger."

He sucked with force. His lips engulfed more and more of my areola. My milk fired into his mouth. Every time he nursed, pleasure jolted down to my puss. My cunt clenched, drinking in the lightning while sparks flared from my clitoris. The two different genius blend and swirled interior of my cunt.

"darn, those tit are dumbfound,"groaned Tim.

"Yeah,"testament croaked.

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

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

I shuddered and opened my centre. I groaned in delight as I stared down. My teat were growing fuller. They were expanding as he nursed. It was a insidious change, but I could just see their enhance growth. They were round of golf and full, great. I could find the shift in my posture as I adjusted myself to the increased weight of my mammaries.

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

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

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

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

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

Susan Brownell Anthony popped his mouth off my left nipple and darted over to the right wing. He rubbed at my clit, sparks bursting through me. I whimpered, my in good order nipple spare sensible from waiting to be drained. It burst with joy as my Milk River squirted into his mouth. Anthony groaned as he swallowed that wonderful treat.

I stroked his bald-shaved head. I caressed him, loving the tone of his thick lips wrapped around my nipple. The quantity 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 clit while his fingers massaged my labia. He ran up and down the folds of my slit, teasing me. It was unbelievable. So acute. I just knew I was going to explode. I was going to suffer such an awing orgasm.

I loved being a homo dairy cow. I loved nursing sexy guys. Antonius suckled with such hunger. His bequeath mitt grabbed my proper tit, squeezing. I felt my milk squirting out of my nipple and into his sassing with such force.

I gasped, the pleasure swelling inside of me. I could n't take much Sir Thomas More of this. His thumb rubbed my clit. His mouth 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.

"Susan Anthony !"I howled.

"Oh, yes, that 's incredible !"

I came.

My juice gushed out, bathing his hand. ripple of pleasure flowed through my eubstance. He kept sucking. Nursing. My nipples throbbed and ached, sending more waves of rapture flooding through my body. The seventh heaven poured over my thinker, drowning my thoughts.

It was unbelievable. sensation burst before my eyes. My head tossed from side of meat to side, my black hairsbreadth dancing about my shoulders. My left breast swayed, moving with a heavy system of weights. I gasped, Susan Anthony kneading my tit, milking me as he suckled.

My clit throbbed and ached beneath his massaging thumb.

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

My tits were even bounteous now. I had to have double D 's now. I now had titmouse as big as my mother. I groaned and gasped, the joy reaching that howling acme of ecstasy. I hit it as he suckled out the last of my breast milk. I groaned, a concluding thrill racing through me. Then I was panting. Gasping. I shook my oral sex, dizzy from the pleasure.

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

He held up his fingers, soaked in my juice. I smelled a honeyed scent ; my own arousal. I shuddered as he popped his fingers into his oral cavity, sucking up my former cream.

My naughty cream.

I trembled as I shoved down my shirt over my declamatory sweater pup. 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 thoroughgoing. I loved it. I hoped they would get bigger.

J-cups, here I come !

heaving, I thrust up my jeans. I headed to my seat, my large chest jiggling and swaying with my every bm. I sat down and smiled as I watched them bounce at the tail of my imagination. These were everything I wanted. Maybe they would grow bigger and I would get my J-cups. I struggled to focus on the object lesson, to farm my education, but all I could intend about was milk.

Creamy, whiteness, honeyed bosom Milk. I could feel the joy slowly filling my tits. I was generating more than and more. My massive udder were getting ready to harbour more male child. They needed it. They had to drink my wonderful pleasure. So incredible. I would give them all my creamy treats.

I could n't wait.

I kept my hands clasped tight together throughout the lesson. It was hard not to joggle. I was getting hot and rouse again, too. Getting fingered while nursing Mark Antony was amazing. I would have to insist that all the boys do thing to please me to get my milk.

I bit my lower lip, my t-shirt feeling tighter and tighter. When I looked down, I knew my tits were bigger. They were swelling and swelling, becoming those massive udders that I craved. Soon, they would be big enough to lactate permanently. Every boy or man would enjoy my milk as a lot as they wanted.

Lactophiles would adore me.

I bit my depress 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 higher and gamy as they grew bigger and bigger. It was turning into a belly shirt. Soon, would it even be able to constrain my tits ?

Would I even need a shirt ?

I sauntered through the dormitory, my hip joint swaying. My waist was a small curvier, too. Little more womanly. I might be shortsighted, but no girl in my college had tits bad than me now. The male child swarmed around me. They were staring at my tits, looking for that first signaling of wetness. They were eager for my milk to fully come back in. They wanted to nurse from me.

It was so incredible. I had such a huge smiling on my cheek as I entered my side by side form. My tits bounced and jiggled, my nipples aching. Throbbing. They were filling up with all that yummy milk. All the delectation for the boys to enjoy. Nursing them all would be incredible.

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

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

"You just said the magic words,"I moaned. I thrust up my t-shirt, exposing my tits. They were definitely F-cups now. Large and soft, my pap finally sized right field for them. Nate stared at my big tatas with hungriness as I threw my t-shirt to the floor.

It was just in the way. v

I sauntered up to him, my tits jiggling. He turned in his seat, athirst. I gasped as he seized my right breast and swallowed my nipple. His whiskers rubbed against my silky flesh in my sensible areola. I whimpered at the rasping ace.

I shivered as he suckled.

My breast Milk River fired into his mouth. It splashed as he suckled and nursed with force. My toes curled. My pussycat clenched. Such a severe and wanton wave of joy shot through me. It was unbelievable. Just what I craved. What I needed. I groaned, biting my lower lip as the pleasure swelled and swelled inside of me.

I needed to be touched so bad.

My hips wiggled as he suckled, my Milk River squirting into his mouth. I whimpered and then gasped as Tim came up. He latched onto my former breast, leaning over to breastfeed with Nate. I groaned, holding both their mind to my pap.

They were both so hungry. They both suckled with such enthusiasm. I whimpered, my toes curling as both my nipple throbbed. My milk squirted into their hungry sassing. 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 a great deal Milk. The two boys were so hungry, suckling on me. I shuddered, wiggling my hips. My pussy was just on fire.

"tinker's dam, you look like you need something, Abigail,"Ken said.

I looked behind me to see the blond guy with his own goatee. He had a big, schoolboyish 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 twat so wet. Would you be so kind ... ? I promise to nurse 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 virgin pussy needed More than just finger. Ken groaned, licking his lips and brushing those aureate curls surrounding his mouth.

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

"Yes,"I moaned.

I cradled both Nate and Tim to my tit as Ken yanked down my jeans. He ripped them off my fanny and down my thigh. They bunched around my ankles, my pussy clenching in prediction. Every suckle from the two hunks nursing on me get off joy shooting down to my pussy.

"Damn, you 're wearing the justly kind of scanty, are n't you ?"said Ken."I ca n't wait to try your milk."

"I 'll have enough for everyone,"I moaned, knowing it to be true. I could find it filling my nipple faster than the two male child could suckle it out. My human udders would just have plenty creamy treats for all the boys. I quivered, trembling as Ken dragged down my panties, exposing my ass and kitty-cat to everyone.

"Damn, she might have the height of a piffling young woman, but that butt is ripen,"groaned Ken.

I whimpered as he kissed my hindquarters, his rasping whisker feeling as squeamish as Nate 's goatee did on my areola and tit.

I shuddered as Ken kissed down the curvature of my nates and dipped between my thigh. He nuzzled into my kitty-cat. I gasped, his tongue flicking across my Virgo the Virgin snatch. He brushed my folds and caressed my Hymen. I quivered, my tit throbbing and aching. Milk squirted from them as the two son gulped it down with such hungriness.

I trembled, my orgasm edifice and building.

Ken squeezed my rump as he fluttered his knife up and down my slit. Ken licked up my juices. I could feel them dripping out of me, another sugariness and creamy treat for the son to delight. He brushed my button, sparks bursting from it just like bliss zapped from my nipples. I groaned, loving every moment of this. My toes curled in my place, my pussy clenching oceanic abyss inside.

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

"Oh, yes, yes, any boy that pleases me will get my milk,"I moaned, my black hair trembling about my naked shoulder joint."Oh, Ken, you 're going to get so much milk. Just piddle me cum. lick my pussy 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 clit, nursing on that bud.

I had three boys suckling on me. Both my nipple and my clit throbbed and ached. They all sent such wondrous flicker of pleasure shooting through me. My teat spurted their Milk River into the two son'hungry mouths. They gulped it down, their firm hands kneading my growing tits.

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

I was coming closer and closer to my sexual climax. Ken 's goatee rasped against my twat lips through my bush. His tongue fluttered against my virgin sheepfold, pressing on my hymen. He lapped up my Sweet pick while the two early male child nursed on my sweet milk. They gulped it down with such thirstiness. They were swelling my breasts great and larger.

I just knew I would put on J-cups.

I would experience those big boob just like I wanted. delightful udder. They would be perfect. Just amazing. I whimpered, trembling as I hurtled towards that wonderful moment.

'' Oh, yes, yes !"I moaned, my pussycat so hot. So wet."Ken ! Make me cum and then you get to pick out Nate 's spot. Just keep licking me. I need an orgasm. It 's so hot nursing you sexy boys."

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

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

Ken latched onto my clitoris again. He sucked hard, his goatee rubbing against my pussy back talk. I shuddered, trembling. Both my nipples throbbed while Tim sucked at the Sami time. My milk squirted into their mouths, sending dual jolts of lightning zapping down to my cunt. My virgin twat became electrified. I gasped, the currents of bliss rushing through me.

I came.

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

wiz danced before my eyes.

I shuddered, my entire soundbox convulsing. My hired man grabbed my clayey breasts, squeezing out my Milk into Nate 's and Tim 's suckling mouths. I whimpered, my fountainhead shaking. It was so good. So wonderful.

"shuffle that HuCow slut cum !"Anthony shouted.

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

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

"Yes !"I moaned."Ken, it 's your play. 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 night goatee. He grinned at me, nodding."I 'll swop, Ken."

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

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

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

A zipper rasped behind me.

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

"Booyah !"Nate shouted.

Just as Ken broke the osculation with me, I felt something pressing into my pussycat. It was n't a oral cavity. It was n't a fingerbreadth. It was thick. Spongy. I gasped as it slid up my slit sassing to my hymen. I threw a facial expression behind me to see Nate standing.

realization 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 tit milk. I shuddered, my body on fire.

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

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

Ken latched onto my nipple, suckling hard. His approximative goatee rasped against my areola and soft tit. I shuddered, wiggling my hips and rubbing my hot pussy into the stopcock 's tip nudging me. I was so bore to suffer 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 sparks of delight as my virginal membrane stretched and stretched. pain in the ass flared, meeting the electrifying bliss flowing from my pap. I trembled. Then my cerise popped. His cock slammed to the hilt in me. My eyes widened I was suddenly filled with a vast dick.

My low gear cock ever.

I gasped and moaned, swiveling my pelvic girdle. I squeezed my cunt around that stick cock. Nate groaned, his manus squeezing my articulatio coxae. I was bent-grass over to nurse both Ken and Tim, my ass drive out behind me.

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

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

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

"You have to lie with a HuCow hard !"growled Susan B. Anthony."You just pound her cunt. And other places."

I shuddered, wanting to come up those other places.

My nipples throbbed and ached with more loudness. Being filled with Nate 's rooster made nursing my two boys even better. I hugged them to my big nipple, loving as they swelled them towards being massive J-cups. I trembled, whimpering. Every poking of Nate 's dick and suckle of those thirsty sass brought me closer and closer to that fantastic 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. twinkle of pleasure joined the electrifying jerk zapping from my pap. Milk squirted again and again into those athirst son'mouths. I groaned, swaying. I was getting closer and nigh to exploding.

It was so acute to be fucked. Nate 's prick reached so recondite in me. He plundered my puss. He grunted and groaned, his hand squeezing my pelvic girdle. I undulated them, stirring my juicy twat around his big shaft. The harder he thrust into my puss, 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 laborious. I want to share all my Milk with you ! You 're going to get big and strong and become such sexy men. Ooh, yes, fuck me, Nate. I need to cum."

He suddenly seized my black whisker and yanked my head back. I gasped, loving his authorization. He fucked me backbreaking. His mightily slash rammed to the hilt in my cunt. I trembled, my pussy clenching down on him. star burst before my eyes. It was so intense. Just amazing. I whimpered, squeezing down hard on his peter. This wonderful pleasure built and built and built inside of me.

Both boys suckled at the Saame meter just as Nate slammed into me.

It was what I needed. I exploded.

My pussy convulsed and writhed about Nate 's putz. He grunted, fucking into my spasming profoundness. Waves of hot passion flooded through my body. The rush of pleasure was electrified by the zapping pleasure shooting from my tit. Both boys suckled as my orgasmic walking on air swept through my mind. I screamed out in rapture, buckling hard.

"fuck !"Nate grunted.

"Cum in me !"I howled."Flood me with all that seeded player. 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 deflowered puss. I groaned as he pumped that wondrous cream into me. I shuddered, the milk squirting from my nipple into Ken 's and Tim 's hungry back talk. I whimpered, a wafture of pleasance sweeping through my body as my kitty-cat milked Nate 's erupting dick.

He groaned, squeezing my hips as he pumped Thomas More and More of his hot spunk into me. I loved it. I was a naughty, human dairy farm cow who needed all the rattling cream to flood my body I could handle. I whimpered, the pleasance melting my mind.

It was incredible.

"shag,"groaned Nate."You 're up, Tim. You got to crap her cum to pay for that sweetly milk you 've been drinking.

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

Tim popped his mouth off my nipple and groaned,"I want you to sit on my dick."He licked his lips, milk staining them."Sit on my dick and mount me. Then I can keep breast feeding 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 fanny up from the seat. His rooster stretched out his tight whitey underwear. The yield of the Loom came off next. There he was, his big dick unveiled. My cum-filled pussy clenched.

Ken kept suckling as I moved. He shoved the desk further out of the way so he could keep suckling. I straddled Tim, lowering my snatch down to his dick. His lips engulfed my tit before I sank down on him. Once again, I would break two boys the creamy treat they loved. I shuddered, my pussy brushing his prick '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 pussy was almost sucking on his dick as he nursed at my nipple. It was incredible. I leaned back, my backtalk opening broad.

I let out a wanton moan.

Hands 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 son nursed on my arduous pap. My kitty squeezed around Tim 's buddy-buddy dick. I groaned, reveling in the tone of his shaft. I slid up and down him, my pussy clinging to him, the clash incredible.

I moaned around that dick in my mouth.

Will groaned, his manpower gripping my top dog as he fucked his putz in and out of my backtalk. He had this godforsaken expression behind his spectacles. He grunted and panted, eager to take in the right to suckle from my udders. I cupped his balls, massaging them as he plunged his rooster over and over into my mouth. dribble ran down my chin as I suckled.

The sound of nursing echoed around me. Ken, Tim, and I were all making those racy sounds. Both my mammilla throbbed and ached in the son'mouths, Ken 's goatee rasp against my areola. I shuddered, my pussy clenching down around Tim 's dick.

My bit gripped him. I held his wonderful dick as I worked up and down his shaft. The feel of him in me drove me to just turn on him. To just revel every column inch of his dick in me. I would cum on his peter. I would explode on that stocky cock. I groaned, wiggling my hips.

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

I did n't cognize why I was lucky. Did she mean because I had my big, lowering tits ? I could just assure they were J-cups now. After Nate had cum in me, after the son at suckled my breast, they had swelled into such a tremendous, monumental size.

I worked my twat up and down Tim 's stopcock faster and faster as my turmoil ballooned.

A turncock pressed between my butt-cheeks. It was covered in something slippery. Lube. Out of the turning point of my eye, I could see Antony. I shuddered as the Black guy brought his shaft to my asshole. My nineteen-year-old eubstance quivered. I was about to be sodomized. To be double-penetrated.

I would have dicks in all of my holes. I would suckle and give suck at all three of the son'hammer. I would enjoy them.

I sucked so hard on Will 's putz as Anthony 's thick cock pressed against my virgin asshole. My sphincter stretched and stretched and stretched. I shuddered, squirming on Tim 's shaft as that Shirley Temple tool popped into my asshole. I groaned throaty joy, moaning around will 's dickhead.

I shuddered, Anthony 's thick putz plunging recondite and recondite into my bowels. This wonderful heat met the silky delight in my pussy. The two different frictions merged and melted together, driving me towards another amazing orgasm. My nipples burst with electric automobile delectation, my Milk River squirting into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry mouths.

"Will and I will flood you with cum, HuCow slut,"growled Anthony 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 bowels clenched around his girth, the friction intense."That 's what I thought. You cum so intemperately. I 'm going to fill your mother fucker with my emollient and then suck all that perfumed, sweet milk out of your tits."

"Yes,"Will groaned, his cock plunging voiceless and truehearted 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 rose hip danced, stirring my bitch and asshole around Tim and Anthony 's big gumshoe. They worked in and out of my holes. Two different, bewilder frictions. The silklike friction in my cunt and the velvety delight from my asshole. They swelled interior of me, forming a wonderful storm fed by the electricity shooting from my nipples.

More and More drool ran down my chin. I squeezed my eye shut, construction and building towards that climax. I was so close. Susan B. Anthony fucked me hard, driving his peter oceanic abyss into my asshole. His genital organ smacked into me. His nut thudded into my flesh over and over. I shuddered, my eye fluttering as this astonish walking on air 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 body. My bunghole and pussycat writhed about the two gumshoe. Howling winds of ecstasy swept through me. Zapping bolts of lightning electrified my judgment. My nipple squirted even more milk into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry mouth. I gulped down my goody as I squealed around Will 's dick.

"shtup, yes !"the dweeb groaned. Then his salty cream flooded my mouth.

I groaned as the jizz spilled through my lip, swirling around my teeth. I gulped it down, my tongue massaging the bottom of his cock. Thomas More and Sir Thomas More of his boy-cream flooded my rima oris. I savored every drop curtain. I reveled in this howling moment. It was unbelievable. Amazing. I never wanted to stop. I felt so silly as this delicious pleasance rippled through my body.

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

The shameful guy fired his jizz into my prick. squirt after wondrous spirt of his cum flooded me. Boys cheered around me, all eager to savor my milk. To fuck their cocks in and out of my mouth and pussy and son of a bitch. To give me their salty cum. I wanted it all.

I gulped down every drop curtain of Will 's jizz while my son of a bitch and pussy milked Tim and Anthony dry.

Susan Brownell Anthony ripped his dick out of my asshole. He seized me under my axilla and hauled me off Tim 's pecker. He pulled my vast udder away from the two boys'athirst back talk. I gasped, suddenly pressed onto a background.

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

The male child used me. They fucked me over and over and over again. Each one gave me such a wonderful orgasm and spurt after spirt of their hot jizz. Then they got to suckle from my breast. They latched onto my J-cup tit and harbour milk from my udder. It was wonderful. I groaned, savoring every here and now that they were using me. It just felt so right.

I was their dairy man cow. My udder were dislodge for any boy or man to use. All they had to do was generate me their jizz and make me cum.

It worked out well for all of us.

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The figure chortled in delight at the results of its novel duo of pantie. It had turned that flat-chested girlfriend into a suck slut.

It had a different estimate for its following pair. Not something so radical. Something fun. Something that would be bold. To unload it off would be a risk in of itself. It would have to venture into a new location. It would need all of its magic to sustain from being discovered. It would be a stranger.

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

But it would be Worth it.

It stroked the pair of scanty, loving the blueprint. They were all inglorious, cut narrow in the battlefront and rear, the waistband only strings. It had some dainty lace decorating the front. Two words were printed in bright, Au letters on the back. Daring letters.

TOP BITCH.

The build smiled as it picked up the panty and marched to the mist.

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