Mind-Control Panties

history Thirteen HuCow 's Delicious milk

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta Reading this !

The figure moved with ease through the department store. It was excited to exit its stream span of panties behind in this location. After the last one, cherry tree Tart, had made Delilah Caucasian into a perpetual Virgo, the soma wanted to try another form of trunk modification. It had an theme for a delicious one. It was why the current twosome of panty looks so a good deal like the E. B. White and black pattern of a dairy cow. There was a simple question written on the rear.

Got Milk River ?

The figure was tidal bore for this new fun. Mind-controlling female child gave it such a rush, but transforming them was just as a great deal fun. There were so many repelling things it could do with this magic. This game was exciting. It could n't hold back for that wonderful upsurge that imposing its will on its target would bring.

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

The shoppers in the huge box memory board paid no attentiveness to the physical body. It slipped between them, almost flowing like shadows. Nonde*********** and workaday shadows. Its true physique was utterly extraterrestrial, but they did n't see it as anything more than the background. Their eyes slid across the figure to stare at what they really were here for.

All the cloth goodness spread out before them. The wealth of land 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 overindulge its own lust for mischief.

The figure reached its destination : the Junior Miss section. It was for lady friend who were ten to thirteen to shop at. Of path, its target was elder than that. Not that she looked it. That 's what made her double-dyed. On a rack holding bras that were little More than trainer, it draped the panties.

The anatomy shuddered, eagre for the fun to start out. Then it flitted away. It moved through the shopping crowd, heading back towards the fund 's automatonlike door. The mist awaited. Back to its den to watch the fun.

It trembled in anticipation. It could feel its prey coming close-fitting and closer to the section.

Abigail Hart hated having to go to the Jnr Miss section shop for her clothes. She was nineteen. Nineteen and four foundation eleven ! She looked like a twelve-year-old girl and had the chest to jibe. She barely qualified as an A-cup. She kept hoping and hoping her breasts would grow, but nothing seemed to run. Not any of the apocryphal ideas she 'd contract off the Internet— she 'd sot hale milk every day for a twelvemonth and had aught to record for it—nor did the suggestions from her protagonist.

She played with her mammilla when she masturbated.

She secretly bought a knocker heart and placed it over her piddling buds, hoping the sucking would grow them.

She wanted them to be self-aggrandising. She 'd settle for a B-cup. Something more than the fiddling mosquito bites she currently had. Something that would make her look anything end to her age.

Because of her childish build, she was funny of any guy who wanted to date her. They were always such pervs. The residue of the male child wanted little girl with big breasts. Huge schnozzle. The case of lush jumper pillows they could nuzzle up to.

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

At nineteen, it was heavy to keep believing that.

She sighed when she reached the bra section. She hated having to pasture here. She could n't get anything sexy. She was n't even trusted why she bothered. Like I need any accompaniment, she thought. The lonesome thing that had developed were mammilla. They were getting bigger. When they got hard, they were detectable. 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 ?"she read, staring at the panties.

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

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

panty in hand, she marched up to the cashier. The prickling coursed through her consistency the total time. The cashier felt it, too. They went through the motions of her paying, but at no point had any barcode been scanned nor had any money been exchanged. After all, the panties 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 gymnastics coach had learned that.

Then Abigail was out the doorway and heading home with unusual ideas of large mammaries, cloggy udder, filling her Pres Young mind.

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Abigail stag




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

That there would be some amount of growth that would 've happened overnight. They were barely Sir Thomas More than bumps. My mamilla had developed nicely, my ring of color wide, my nubs thick. When erect, they thrust out fairly far. There were little girl my age, like Courtney, with tits much swelled who did n't have nipple half my size of it. It was so unfair.

I 'd rather have got belittled nipples and huge pap then the reverse.

"I 'm never going to get a boyfriend,"I muttered. I stared at myself in the mirror. I had no pelvic arch. I was n't even five foot tall. At xix, I 'd given up hope of gaining any Thomas More height. I would forever be myopic. 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 panties I 'd bought yesterday. The dairy cow practice on them was ... exciting. They made me tingle when I touched them. It ran all the way up to my breasts. My mamilla. I could almost fantasize that if I put on these pantie, I would raise huge tits. Just the largest bag. Bigger than dual D 's. Then F-cups. Then G or maybe even in H-cups.

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

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

I stepped into the scanty and groaned as that quiver raced up my second joint. I wiggled my hips, my flesh electrified. So incredible. My teat hardened. The naughty itching formed in my kitty-cat. Huge mammaries danced in my mind. Just the biggest, softest dummy. It made me want to masturbate. To get out the breast heart and finger's breadth my cunt while stimulating my nipple.

But I had to get to my college.

I smoothed the melanise and Edward D. White panties over my rump and then traced the waistband around to the front. They fit perfectly. I kinda liked the feel. Like I was a dairy farm cow. I could be a human cow with big bag just full of creamy milk.

Milk ?

Why did I recall of that ? What was with these pantie ?

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

I thought her name was Hitomi J-cup.

Gosh, she was so lucky.

I sighed, my fingers smoothing down the movement of the panties. My nipples continued to prickle. I glanced down at them, fat and long, the perfect tense size of it nubble for woman with big breasts. It was like they were taunting me. I hissed in thwarting and grabbed my breeding bra. I lifted it up and an infuriated fervency burned in my belly. It was something for a slight lady friend to wear.

Blood stewing, I threw it down in snarling frustration and grabbed the shirt I was going to wear off. It was a over-embellished babe doll T-shirt with a V-neckline. I pulled it over my headway and wiggled it around my slender torso. Another matter a twelve-year-old would wear, but it fit me. My nipple poked at the presence, and I did n't care for once.

At least my mamilla were developed.

I shoved my legs violently into my jean. I was just so fed up with that all. Nineteen ! XIX and with the belittled mamilla ever. I worked my pants up my second joint while shaking my top dog. All my friends had developed. I had to watch Jennifer and Courtney and Melissa and Beverly and Janiqua all grow tit. 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 jean and zipped up my fly. I slipped on my articulatio talocruralis socks and popped my feet into my tennis shoes. I snagged my bookbag and purse, made for certain I had my cell phone, and then I was out of my sleeping accommodation. 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 hide as I headed to the college, this tingling rippled around my mammilla. I knew I should 've put on a bra. I was feeling the fabric of my shirt rubbing against my nubble. It was making me sex. I was getting wet.

Gosh, that was embarrassing.

I finished off my pop cyprian before I was halfway to my school. I sucked a few git off my finger's breadth, walking retiring grownup who looked down at me. A lot of them were noticing me and shaking their heads. ira burned through me.

What ? Had they never seen a short fair sex ?

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

I reached my college, the city buses dropping off some students, former college educatee driving their own elevator car or walking in like me. A flood of them was heading towards the straw man door. They were all taller than me. It was the risky. Everywhere I went, I was the little person. My feet smacked on the pavement, my wrinkle 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 sweater puppy she always was showing off. She wore a top so tight that it molded to her pap. On top of that, she had a plunging neckline that went so low it showed off a suggestion 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 independent building and ignored her and her big mammaries.

Everyone was looking at me. It made the tingle in my mamilla worse. I felt so hard and throbbing right now. I could just feel the material of my purplish T-shirt molding to them. Teasing my meat. Everyone stared at me. They had to eff that I was aroused.

My cheeks burned as I stalked through the school.

"Uh, you know your leaking,"said Bruce. He was a magniloquent guy, over six invertebrate foot, so he loomed over me. He had brown tomentum and a soulfulness patch on his Chin. He was on the hoops team, a handsome guy. My philia fluttered a trivial. He had a bully smile and this sort 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 mamilla ?

"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 depone properly which only added to the fact that mass must consider I was a fry. Right now, I did n't care. There were two growing wet spots centered around my tit. They were leaking. I blinked at seeing a bit of white beading through my shirt clinging to my tit ...

"I have chest,"I gasped. They were little, little More than budding mounds. But they were bigger than they were when I left my business firm. They were proper A-cups."Bruce, I have breasts."

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

Those two lyric flashed in my brain. I had milk. tit milk.

shudder raced out of my panties. My bridge player grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up my body. Right there in the hall, not caring that other scholar were passing us, I stripped. I pulled my shirt up and up, the wet fabric peeling away from my fat tit. I bunched my shirt up beneath my axillary fossa, exposing my new breasts. I gazed at them in awe. They had a conformation to them, a perky firmness. And there, beading from my teat, was egg 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 appreciation ?"

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

early students were watching as the tall Sir David Bruce knelt down. Even kneeling he had the tiptop to reach my breasts. I groaned as his custody gripped my sides. Then his back talk nuzzled into my nipple. I gasped as he latched onto my right nub. He sealed his mouth about my fat nipple, his lips pressing warm against my areola.

He suckled.

chill raced through my body as I felt the Milk River squirting out of my nipple into his sassing. I groaned, my hands balling tight. It felt so amazing. My nipple felt connected straight to my pussy. My cunt clenched as practically as my fists, drinking in the exciting sensation of my milk squirting out of my nub.

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

I brought it to my mouth.

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

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

I nodded."Oh, please keep suckling."

Around us, our fellow classmates 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 mouthpiece. Both his hands slid up my torso to cup my breasts.

He kneaded and massaged my slight hillock. I gasped as a watercourse of white shot from my rightfulness tit and soared over his shoulder to splatter wastefully on the floor. I shuddered, my purulent growing hotter and hotter as he suckled. This felt so amazing.

He squeezed my boob again, the stream squirting harder into his mouthpiece while my right pap erupted with more of my white cream. This clock time, I cupped my hand before my right tit and savored the hot milk splashing against my skin. I shuddered at the mass of my creamy dainty pooling in the palm of my manus. I brought it up to my mouth, eager to taste Thomas More of it.

I sucked it into my back talk, the wonderful treat bursting to biography across my penchant buds.

So sweet.

I licked at my palm, loving every shadow I could find. My other deal was already covering my nipple, getting drenched as he squeezed again, my nipple squirting. Beads of hot milk ran across my paw. 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 rose hip wiggling as he kneaded my tits and nursed from me. My fathead was on fire. I kept licking impertinent cream off my palms, switching my helping hand, loving it. I groaned, the tingles racing from my pussycat, maybe from my scanty. They surged up and up to my tits to make me into a delicious homo cow. I shuddered, my creamy kickshaw flooding Bruce 's mouth.

"Are her titmouse getting bigger ?"a young lady 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 teat. You 're lactating !"

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

They were B-Cups.

They had a roundness to them. A sauciness they lacked before. I shuddered, my pussy on fire. I was in the eye 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 find that naughty chill caused by the Milk squirting out of my teat. He popped his mouth off, shaking his head. Then he darted over to my right nipple. He latched on and suckled hard. I gasped as a hot squirt of milk flooded his lip. But when he nursed a second time, nothing.

"You drained me,"I moaned, staring at my round, chirpy titty. They were unbelievable and now had volume. A wonderful shape. As Robert the Bruce popped his backtalk off my nipple and released my tits, I shuddered. I cupped them for a second, kneading them.

"Those are a dainty pair of dumbbell,"said Marcus Antonius, a tall, Black guy with a knock off head."darn fine tits. I never noticed you have those before, Abigail."

"Because she did n't accept tit before,"Courtney said."red cent, I would n't suffer thought that lactating would induce them to blossom so fast. How did you do it, Abigail ?"

I shook my head, 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 terrific question printed on the backbone, Got Milk ? It was so foolish. Neither scanty nor saying a phrasal idiom could get turned me into a homo dairy cow. They would n't cause my mamilla to tumefy and give me creamy milk for all the boy to enjoy.

I groaned as I slid my shirt over my tits. With them swelled up, the purpleness material squeezed even tighter around my mammaries. The cotton-poly blending hugged to those big breasts and my hard tit, and the hem no longer went down past the waistband of my jeans. It just touched it. Barely keeping my belly covered.

I felt amazing as I strolled forward. My kitty-cat was juicy. If I did n't have a class to get to, I would do something about it. My breasts had a wondrous bounce to them as I moved through the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall. My classmates were staring at me.

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

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

I smiled at everyone who noticed my new mammaries. Especially the guys. They were staring at my tits with hunger. I could see it in their eyes. Nate with his ear expanders and his man bun, Ken with his goatee of blond hair, and Will while pushing up his looking glass. They all stared at me. They all enjoyed the side of my tits.

I finally had melons. Hooters. Delicious sweater puppy. Sure, they were n't the biggest, but they were such an improvement. I felt like a million dollar bill as I headed into my initiative category. 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 strawman row. I grinned at him, arching my binding to pierce out my new breasts at him.

I could tell he loved my babies.

It was so punishing not to play with my nipple during class. I just wanted to pull off them. To advert them. They kept tingling as the fabric of my t-shirt caressed them. I loved how my tits moved. My pussycat was hot, making me wiggle which made my tit jiggle all the time. Poor Mr. Abernathy kept stumbling through his public lecture. He was paying more attention to my tatas then on what he was supposed to be teaching us.

That made me sense like a million bucks.

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

I was a human being cow and loved it.

I entered my next form and there was Antony. He was sitting in the back, his head turning over to count at me. His middle flicked up and down my figure. The Black person guy rubbed his paw across the shaved caput."Are you 're tits a footling bigger than they were ?"

I glanced down and groaned in delight. They did seem magnanimous. They looked like they were C-cups now. A picayune Melville Weston Fuller, little rounder. I could tell by the little funnies of skin between the bottom of my jersey 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 petty gabardine slur growing where my hard nub pressed into the jersey 's material."Guess so."

"So, you got any Milk for me."

Got ... Milk River ...

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

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

"fountainhead, it has its payoff,"I said, cupping my lush C-cup bosom. I shook them at him, a wicked grinning on my lip. My slit clenched, my juices soaking the dairy-cow-pattern panties.

His dark manus took my own hired hand 's plaza. He squeezed my pap. I shuddered, loving the way his dark fingers massaged my breast. He gave them both a good squeeze, causing my milk to squirt out and splash his chest. The niggling droplets soaked into his dark-green t-shirt, a bit of pick beading on the publish logo.

"Damn, you 're just a squirter."

I blushed, knowing what he meant. I was n't that much of a virgin."fountainhead, 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 left nipple. I groaned as his iniquity mouth sealed about my fat, pink nub. He suckled and my wonderful Milk flowed into his oral fissure. I groaned as his manus slid down my stomach. His fingers stroked let down and lour, teasing me.

I gasped as his digit brushed my umbilicus and dipped into the niggling divot. I groaned as he swirled around inside of it, teasing me. Then he went lower. His finger's breadth traveled down and down and down until he reached the waistband of my denim. He stroked across the blue jean, his hand brushing my fastener.

gingersnap !

I groaned as he shoved his hand into my knickers. My fly rasped opened, the zip fastener moving downward. I shuddered, his cheeks hollowing as he suckled hard. My milk squirted into his hungry mouth, sending shiver shooting down to my cunt. His finger's breadth dipped into the girdle of those naughty panty. He slid through my bush.

Went lower.

I gasped as he cupped my virgin snatch. I felt his middle fingerbreadth sliding up and down my wet slit. I shuddered, this joy rippling through me. Everyone was watching as he fingered my virgin zany, sending such gamey delight rippling through me.

My arms went around his head, cradling the sexy Black guy to my round breasts. I closed my centre, loving him breast feeding at my mammilla. He stroked me. His fingerbreadth moved up and down, teasing my labia. His touch coaxed out my little button from its hood. I gasped as it burst with sparks from the first time he touched me.

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

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

He sucked with force. His lips engulfed more and more than of my areola. My milk fired into his mouth. Every prison term he nursed, pleasure jolted down to my pussy. My cunt clenched, drinking in the lightning while sparks flared from my clit. The two different sensations mixed and swirled inside of my cunt.

"Damn, those bosom are amazing,"groaned Tim.

"Yeah,"testament croaked.

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

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

I shuddered and opened my eyes. I groaned in delectation as I stared down. My mammilla were growing fuller. They were expanding as he nursed. It was a elusive change, but I could just see their enhanced increase. They were round and full, sound. I could feel the shifting in my posture as I adjusted myself to the increased free weight of my mammaries.

"I 'm growing big udders,"I groaned in delectation."I am becoming a human dairy cow !"

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

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

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

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

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

I stroked his bald-shaved head. I caressed him, loving the feel of his thick backtalk wrapped around my nipple. The quantity of suction he created was unbelievable. 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 cunt, teasing me. It was incredible. So intense. I just knew I was going to explode. I was going to have got such an awing orgasm.

I loved being a human dairy farm cow. I loved nursing sexy hombre. Anthony suckled with such hunger. His left paw grabbed my right tit, squeezing. I felt my milk squirting out of my teat and into his backtalk with such force.

I gasped, the pleasure swelling inside of me. I could n't subscribe to much Sir Thomas More of this. His thumb rubbed my clit. His lip nursed at my nipple. His fingers caressed my labia. They danced up and down my dent, brushing my hymen. He stroked all my gamy bits.

"Mark Anthony !"I howled.

"Oh, yes, that 's incredible !"

I came.

My juice gushed out, bathing his manus. ripple of pleasure flowed through my soundbox. He kept sucking. nursing. My nipples throbbed and ached, sending more wafture of rapture flooding through my body. The bliss poured over my mind, drowning my thoughts.

It was incredible. headliner flare-up before my eyes. My mind tossed from position to slope, my black hairsbreadth dancing about my shoulders. My left breast swayed, moving with a heavy weighting. I gasped, Marcus Antonius kneading my tit, milking me as he suckled.

My clit throbbed and ached beneath his massaging thumb.

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

My titmouse were even braggy now. I had to have Double D 's now. I now had nipple as big as my mother. I groaned and gasped, the pleasance reaching that wonderful pinnacle of ecstasy. I hit it as he suckled out the last of my bosom milk. I groaned, a final shudder racing through me. Then I was panting. Gasping. I shook my head, dizzy from the pleasure.

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

He held up his fingers, soaked in my juice. I smelled a confection scent ; my own stimulation. I shuddered as he popped his fingers into his sass, sucking up my former cream.

My naughty cream.

I trembled as I shoved down my shirt over my boastfully perspirer puppies. My jersey was so tight. It rode up, showing off my omphalus now. I groaned, my tit constrained, the material stretched over them. It was perfect. I loved it. I hoped they would get bigger.

J-cups, here I come !

Panting, I thrust up my jeans. I headed to my can, my large boob jiggling and swaying with my every movement. I sat down and smiled as I watched them bouncing at the bottom of my vision. These were everything I wanted. Maybe they would maturate bigger and I would get my J-cups. I struggled to focus on the lesson, to grow my Education, but all I could think about was milk.

Creamy, white, odorous breast milk. I could sense the delight slowly filling my tits. I was generating more and more. My massive udder were getting cook to hold more boys. They needed it. They had to drink my wonderful delight. So incredible. I would give them all my creamy treats.

I could n't wait.

I kept my manus clasped tight together throughout the lesson. It was hard not to joggle. I was getting hot and mad again, too. Getting fingered while nursing Anthony was amazing. I would have to insist that all the boys do things to delight me to get my milk.

I bit my depressed lip, my jersey feeling tighter and tighter. When I looked down, I knew my nipple were bigger. They were swelling and swelling, becoming those massive udder that I craved. Soon, they would be big enough to lactate permanently. Every boy or man would enjoy my Milk as a good deal as they wanted.

Lactophiles would adore me.

I bit my low-down lip in anticipation.

Soon class was over. I stood up quickly just so my tit would bounce up and down. My t-shirt was riding up higher and gamy as they grew self-aggrandising and bigger. It was turning into a belly shirt. Soon, would it even be able to constrain my mamilla ?

Would I even need a shirt ?

I sauntered through the halls, my coxa swaying. My waistline was a piddling curvier, too. Little to a greater extent womanly. I might be inadequate, but no young woman in my college had tits bigger than me now. The boys swarmed around me. They were staring at my teat, looking for that low gear sign of wetness. They were aegir for my Milk River to fully come back in. They wanted to nurse from me.

It was so unbelievable. I had such a huge smile on my face as I entered my next division. My pap bounced and jiggled, my nipples aching. Throbbing. They were filling up with all that toothsome milk. All the delights for the boys to relish. Nursing them all would be incredible.

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

His eye flicked down to my boobs. He licked his lips."Got Milk for me ?"

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

It was just in the way. v

I sauntered up to him, my tits jiggling. He turned in his seat, hungry. I gasped as he seized my right breast and swallowed my nipple. His face fungus rubbed against my silklike physical body in my medium areola. I whimpered at the rasping sensation.

I shivered as he suckled.

My bosom milk fired into his mouthpiece. It splashed as he suckled and nursed with force. My toes curled. My pussy clenched. Such a wicked and wanton undulation of delight shot through me. It was incredible. Just what I craved. What I needed. I groaned, biting my lower lip as the delight swelled and swelled interior of me.

I needed to be touched so bad.

My hips wiggled as he suckled, my milk squirting into his backtalk. I whimpered and then gasped as Tim came up. He latched onto my other chest, leaning over to give suck with Nate. I groaned, holding both their straits to my titty.

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

I watched them acquire. They went from F-cups to H-cups. I quivered, just two steps away from what I wanted to be. My breasts were ponderous now. They were fully of so much Milk River. The two male child were so hungry, suckling on me. I shuddered, wiggling my pelvic arch. My pussy was just on fire.

"hoot, 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, boylike grin on his lips."Why are you shaking that ass ?"

I nodded my head, whimpering."Being a man dairy cow is so hot. Makes my pussycat so wet. Would you be so form ... ? 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 Thomas More than just finger. Ken groaned, licking his lips and brushing those fortunate Robert Floyd Curl Jr. surrounding his mouthpiece.

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 tits as Ken yanked down my jeans. He ripped them off my buttocks and down my thighs. They bunched around my ankles, my pussy clenching in anticipation. Every suckle from the two hunk nursing on me commit joy shooting down to my pussy.

"Damn, you 're wearing the right sort of panties, 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 feel it filling my pap faster than the two male child could breastfeed it out. My man udders would just have decent creamy goody for all the son. I quivered, trembling as Ken dragged down my pantie, exposing my ass and twat to everyone.

"Damn, she might have the pinnacle of a little little girl, but that backside is mature,"groaned Ken.

I whimpered as he kissed my fundament, his rasping whiskers feeling as nice as Nate 's goatee did on my areola and tit.

I shuddered as Ken kissed down the curve ball of my rump and dipped between my thighs. He nuzzled into my pussy. I gasped, his tongue flicking across my Virgo the Virgin slit. He brushed my folds and caressed my Hymen. I quivered, my nipples throbbing and aching. Milk squirted from them as the two son gulped it down with such hunger.

I trembled, my orgasm edifice and building.

Ken squeezed my prat as he fluttered his spit up and down my prick. Ken licked up my juices. I could feel them dripping out of me, another sweet and creamy treat for the boys to relish. He brushed my button, sparks bursting from it just like seventh heaven zapped from my nipples. I groaned, loving every moment of this. My toes curled in my shoes, my pussy clenching late 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-market hair trembling about my naked shoulders."Oh, Ken, you 're going to get so lots milk. Just establish me cum. biff my pussycat and make me explode."

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

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

I had three male child suckling on me. Both my nipples and my button throbbed and ached. They all sent such terrifically Spark of pleasure shooting through me. My teat spurted their milk into the two male child'hungry back talk. They gulped it down, their unassailable hands kneading my growing tits.

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

I was coming closer and closelipped to my orgasm. Ken 's goatee rasped against my pussy lip through my Dubya. His tongue fluttered against my Virgin folds, pressing on my hymen. He lapped up my odoriferous cream while the two other boys nursed on my sweetened Milk. They gulped it down with such hunger. They were swelling my breasts enceinte and orotund.

I just knew I would gain J-cups.

I would ingest those big dope 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 ! brand me cum and then you get to take Nate 's place. Just restrain 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 recognise 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 pussy lips. I shuddered, trembling. Both my nipples throbbed while Tim sucked at the same time. My milk squirted into their mouths, sending dual jerking of lightning zapping down to my cunt. My Virgo twat became wire. I gasped, the flow of bliss rushing through me.

I came.

My pussy convulsed and spasmed. I felt my juices gushing out of me. They flowed, spilling into Ken 's thirsty mouth. He licked and lapped up my Henry Sweet cream while my breast milk continued to feed into Nate 's and Tim 's athirst maw. I shuddered, the sparks zapping through my mind.

adept danced before my eyes.

I shuddered, my full trunk convulsing. My hands grabbed my labored breasts, squeezing out my milk into Nate 's and Tim 's suckling backtalk. I whimpered, my read/write head shaking. It was so adept. So wonderful.

"shuffling that HuCow slut cum !"Mark Antony shouted.

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

"Yeah, make her cum, then you can drink in her delicious, creamy milk. I ca n't waitress to milk her udders !"

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

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

Ken ripped his mouth from my puss. His manus gave my ass a final exam wring then he rose."Her cunt is all yours."

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

I gasped at the batch of his blonde goatee soaked in my juices. My kitty-cat cream had utterly drenched him. I could smell it, a sweet aroma, but different from the delicious emollient that squirted from my nipples. I groaned as he darted in and kissed me. I shuddered, tasting my cunt.

A zip rasped behind me.

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

"Booyah !"Nate shouted.

Just as Ken broke the kiss with me, I felt something pressing into my kitty-cat. It was n't a mouth. It was n't a finger. It was thick. Spongy. I gasped as it slid up my pussy back talk to my hymen. 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 take a shit me cum, earning him the right to drink all my creamy white meat 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 Leontyne Price they were all more than will to pay to drink my milk.

Ken latched onto my nipple, suckling severely. His roughly goatee rasped against my areola and soft tit. I shuddered, wiggling my rose hip and rubbing my hot cunt into the cock 's tip nudging me. I was so eager to lose my virginity. I hugged both Ken and Tim to my titty, loving as they suckled on my udders.

Nate thrust.

I groaned, my teat both bursting with Dame Muriel Spark of pleasance as my virginal membrane stretched and stretched. Pain flared, meeting the electrifying seventh heaven flowing from my nipples. I trembled. Then my cherry tree popped. His cock slammed to the hilt in me. My eyes widened I was suddenly filled with a huge dick.

My first base cock ever.

I gasped and moaned, swiveling my hips. I squeezed my twat around that awe-inspiring stopcock. Nate groaned, his hand squeezing my hips. I was bent-grass over to nurse both Ken and Tim, my ass stab 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 personnel of his dick burying to the hilt in me. His genitalia smacked into my rump, making my butt-cheeks jiggle. My big udders rippled, moving as the two hungry boy nursed at them.

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

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

"You have to have it off a HuCow hard !"growled Antony."You just pound her twat. And other places."

I shuddered, wanting to get those other places.

My nipples throbbed and ached with more intensity. Being filled with Nate 's pecker made nursing my two boys even better. I hugged them to my big titty, loving as they swelled them towards being monumental J-cups. I trembled, whimpering. Every stab of Nate 's dick and suckle of those hungry oral fissure brought me close-fitting and closer to that grand orgasm.

My deflowered cunt clenched down hard on the big peter thrusting into me. It slammed into my depths, operose musket ball smacking into my clit. Sparks of pleasure joined the electrifying jolts zapping from my nipples. Milk squirted again and again into those hungry boys'mouthpiece. I groaned, swaying. I was getting snug and nearer to exploding.

It was so acute to be fucked. Nate 's cock reached so trench in me. He plundered my snatch. He grunted and groaned, his hand squeezing my pelvic arch. I undulated them, stirring my juicy zany around his big dick. The harder he thrust into my slit, the more of my milk seemed to squirt out of my nipples.

The more creamy treat I delivered to my hungry boys.

"Oh, yes, fuck me severely. I want to contribution 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 dominance. He fucked me hard. His muscular separatrix rammed to the hilt in my cunt. I trembled, my cunt clenching down on him. Stars burst before my eyes. It was so intense. Just amazing. I whimpered, squeezing down hard on his pecker. This grand pleasure built and built and built inside of me.

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

It was what I needed. I exploded.

My pussy convulsed and writhed about Nate 's stopcock. He grunted, fucking into my spasming profoundness. wafture of hot passion flooded through my body. The rush of pleasure was electrified by the zapping delight shooting from my tit. Both boy suckled as my orgasmic bliss swept through my head. I screamed out in raptus, buckling hard.

"fuck !"Nate grunted.

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

Nate slammed into me and erupted. His hot jizz flooded into my deflowered kitty. I groaned as he pumped that tremendous cream into me. I shuddered, the milk squirting from my pap into Ken 's and Tim 's hungry rima oris. I whimpered, a wafture of pleasure sweeping through my body as my pussy milked Nate 's erupting dick.

He groaned, squeezing my pelvic girdle as he pumped more and more than of his hot spunk into me. I loved it. I was a naughty, homo dairy farm cow who needed all the grand cream to flood my body I could handle. I whimpered, the pleasure melting my head.

It was incredible.

"roll in the hay,"groaned Nate."You 're up, Tim. You got to wee 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 mouth off my nipple and groaned,"I want you to sit on my dick."He licked his lips, milk staining them."Sit on my pecker and cod me. Then I can keep nursing you."

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

Ken kept suckling as I moved. He shoved the desk further out of the way so he could keep suckling. I straddled Tim, lowering my slit down to his cock. His mouth engulfed my nipple before I sank down on him. Once again, I would make two boys the creamy treat they loved. I shuddered, my slit brushing his peter 's tip.

Then I was sliding down him. I impaled my bitch down his dick. Tim groaned around my mammilla. He suckled harder as my snatch engulfed his prick. I gasped, my cunt clenching down on him. My slit was almost sucking on his dick as he nursed at my teat. It was incredible. I leaned back, my mouth opening across-the-board.

I let out a wanton moan.

hired man seized my head word, turning me. I gasped to see the nerdy Will thrusting his prick at my mouth. Before I knew it, I was suckling on his dick. I nursed on him like the two boys nursed on my heavy tit. My cunt squeezed around Tim 's thick peter. I groaned, reveling in the tone of his shaft. I slid up and down him, my pussy clinging to him, the rubbing incredible.

I moaned around that dick in my mouth.

will groaned, his helping hand gripping my head as he fucked his dick in and out of my mouth. He had this unwarranted face behind his glasses. He grunted and panted, tidal bore to realise the right hand to suckle from my udder. I cupped his ball, massaging them as he plunged his cock over and over into my oral cavity. boloney ran down my chin as I suckled.

The audio of nursing echoed around me. Ken, Tim, and I were all making those naughty sounds. Both my teat throbbed and ached in the boys'sass, Ken 's goatee rasp against my ring of color. I shuddered, my pussy clenching down around Tim 's hawkshaw.

My snatch gripped him. I held his howling rooster as I worked up and down his shaft. The feel of him in me force me to just hinge upon him. To just savor every column inch of his hawkshaw in me. I would cum on his dick. I would burst on that thick cock. I groaned, wiggling my hips.

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

I did n't make love why I was lucky. Did she imply because I had my big, heavy titmouse ? I could just severalize they were J-cups now. After Nate had cum in me, after the boys at suckle my knocker, they had swelled into such a wonderful, monumental size.

I worked my cunt up and down Tim 's shaft faster and faster as my excitement ballooned.

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

I would get shaft in all of my kettle of fish. I would suckle and nurse at all three of the boy'peter. I would enjoy them.

I sucked so operose on Will 's dick as Susan Brownell Anthony 's thick-skulled hammer pressed against my vestal asshole. My sphincter muscle stretched and stretched and stretched. I shuddered, squirming on Tim 's shaft as that Black cock popped into my arse. I groaned throaty pleasure, moaning around testament 's prick.

I shuddered, Anthony 's thick dick plunging deep and deeper into my bowels. This marvelous heat met the silky joy in my pussy. The two dissimilar rubbing merged and melted together, driving me towards another amazing orgasm. My teat burst with electric pleasure, my Milk squirting into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry mouths.

"volition 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 farm slovenly woman, are n't you ?"

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

Antonius chuckled as he drew back his hawkshaw. My bowels clenched around his girth, the friction intense."That 's what I thought. You cum so unvoiced. I 'm going to satisfy your asshole with my cream and then breastfeed all that sweet, Sweet milk out of your tits."

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

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

My hips danced, stirring my cunt and asshole around Tim and Anthony 's big dicks. They worked in and out of my yap. Two different, vex detrition. The silken friction in my cunt and the velvety pleasure from my bastard. They swelled inside of me, forming a wonderful storm fed by the electrical energy shooting from my nipples.

Thomas More and More drool ran down my chin. I squeezed my eyes shut, building and building towards that climax. I was so close. Mark Antony fucked me hard, driving his dick trench into my whoreson. His crotch smacked into me. His Ball thudded into my physical body over and over. I shuddered, my center fluttering as this bewilder seventh heaven built inside of me. The storm grew.

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

My sexual climax exploded through me.

The storm swept through my body. My asshole and pussy writhed about the two putz. Howling winds of ecstasy swept through me. Zapping dash of lightning electrified my brain. My pap squirted even more milk into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry sassing. I gulped down my goody as I squealed around Will 's dick.

"shag, yes !"the nerd groaned. Then his salty ointment flooded my mouth.

I groaned as the jizz spilled through my mouth, swirling around my teeth. I gulped it down, my lingua massaging the bottom of his peter. Thomas More and more of his boy-cream flooded my mouth. I savored every drop. I reveled in this wonderful moment. It was unbelievable. Amazing. I never wanted to hold on. I felt so dizzy as this delicious pleasure rippled through my body.

Mark Anthony drove his prick oceanic abyss into my prick."God fucking tinker's damn, HuCow sluts are amazing !"

The black guy fired his jizz into my asshole. Spurt after howling spurt of his cum flooded me. Boys cheered around me, all eager to taste my Milk River. To fuck their cocks in and out of my mouth and pussy and shit. To give me their salty cum. I wanted it all.

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

Antony ripped his dick out of my asshole. He seized me under my armpits and hauled me off Tim 's cock. He pulled my Brobdingnagian udder away from the two male child'thirsty oral fissure. 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 other one, suckling hard as the next boy stepped up to fuck my pussy.

The son used me. They fucked me over and over and over again. Each one gave me such a wonderful orgasm and spurt after spurt of their hot jizz. Then they got to suckle from my breast. They latched onto my J-cup boob and entertain milk from my udders. It was wonderful. I groaned, savoring every bit that they were using me. It just felt so right.

I was their dairy homo cow. My bag were rid for any boy or man to use. All they had to do was give me their jizz and micturate me cum.

It worked out best for all of us.

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The figure chortled in delight at the results of its newest duet of panties. It had turned that flat-chested young woman into a lactating slut.

It had a different idea for its future pair. Not something so theme. Something fun. Something that would be boldface. To drop it off would be a risk in of itself. It would have to speculation into a new location. It would want all of its magic to keep from being discovered. It would be a stranger.

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

But it would be worth it.

It stroked the span of scanty, loving the design. They were all bootleg, cut narrow in the social movement and rear, the waistband only strings. It had some dainty lace decorating the front. Two words were printed in bright, gold varsity letter on the back. daring letters.

TOP BITCH.

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

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