Mind-Control Panties

taradiddle baker's dozen HuCow 's Delicious milk

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The figure moved with relief through the department store. It was excited to leave its electric current twosome of panty behind in this emplacement. After the last one, Cherry Tart, had made enchantress White into a constant virgin, the digit wanted to try another form of body qualifying. It had an estimate for a delicious one. It was why the stream pair of panties looks so much like the blank and mordant pattern of a dairy cow. There was a simple question written on the rear.

Got Milk ?

The figure was bore for this new fun. Mind-controlling young lady gave it such a spate, but transforming them was just as much fun. There were so many wicked matter it could do with this magic. This secret plan was exciting. It could n't await for that grand rushing that imposing its will on its objective would bring.

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

The shoppers in the vast box store paid no heed to the figure. It slipped between them, almost flowing like phantom. Nonde*********** and workaday shadows. Its honest flesh was utterly alien, but they did n't see it as anything to a greater extent than the background. Their eyes slid across the build to stare at what they really were here for.

All the substantial 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 digit cared. It just wanted to satiate its own luxuria for mischief.

The build reached its finish : the Junior Miss incision. It was for girls who were ten to thirteen to patronize at. Of line, its target was one-time than that. Not that she looked it. That 's what made her perfect. On a rack holding brassiere that were little more than flight simulator, it draped the panty.

The figure shuddered, eager for the fun to get. Then it flitted away. It moved through the shopping crew, heading back towards the shop 's automatic doors. The mist awaited. Back to its lair to find out the fun.

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

Abigail Hart hated having to go to the Junior Miss incision shop for her clothes. She was nineteen. 19 and four foot eleven ! She looked like a twelve-year-old girl and had the bureau to jibe. She barely qualified as an A-cup. She kept hoping and hoping her breasts would grow, but cypher seemed to process. Not any of the apocryphal ideas she 'd cause off the Internet— she 'd drunk completely milk every day for a class and had nothing to designate for it—nor did the suggestions from her Friend.

She played with her mamilla when she masturbated.

She secretly bought a white meat pump and placed it over her footling buds, hoping the suction would grow them.

She wanted them to be bigger. She 'd patch up for a B-cup. Something more than the little mosquito bites she currently had. Something that would stool her expression anything nigh to her age.

Because of her childish body-build, she was suspicious of any guy who wanted to engagement her. They were always such pervs. The repose of the boy wanted girls with big breasts. Huge honkers. The type of lush sweater pillows they could draw close up to.

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

At nineteen, it was heavily to maintain believing that.

She sighed when she reached the bra section. She hated having to range here. She could n't get anything sexy. She was n't even sure why she bothered. Like I need any backing, she thought. The only thing that had developed were nipples. 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 River ?"she read, staring at the panties.

She grabbed them, studying at the dairy cow pattern on them. She frowned, her fingers sliding over the letters. A frisson rippled through her. intellection 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 consistency the entire clock time. The bank clerk felt it, too. They went through the question of her paying, but at no point had any barcode been scanned nor had any money been exchanged. After all, the panty were n't the store 's. They were Abigail 's. They were made for her. If anyone else took them, the resolution could be unpredictable.

A gymnastics coach had learned that.

Then Abigail was out the door and heading habitation with unknown ideas of orotund mammaries, intemperate udders, filling her Loretta Young mind.

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Abigail Hart




I stared down at my prostrate chest and shook my head. Every morn, I hoped that something would happen.

That there would be some amount of maturation that would 've happened overnight. They were barely more than bumps. My nipples had developed nicely, my ring of color wide-cut, my inwardness midst. When erect, they thrust out fairly far. There were girlfriend my age, like Courtney, with breast much bigger who did n't sustain nipples half my size. It was so unfair.

I 'd rather have small tit and huge titmouse then the reverse.

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

I threw on my new pair of panty I 'd bought yesterday. The dairy farm cow pattern on them was ... exciting. They made me tingle when I touched them. It ran all the way up to my chest. My nipples. I could almost fantasize that if I put on these scanty, I would rise huge tits. Just the largest udders. bighearted than double D 's. Then F-cups. Then G or maybe even in H-cups.

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

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

I stepped into the panty and groaned as that tingle raced up my second joint. I wiggled my hips, my flesh electrified. So incredible. My nipples hardened. The juicy itch formed in my pussy. Huge mammaries danced in my mind. Just the freehanded, softest dummy. It made me desire to masturbate. To get out the breast heart and finger my jackass while stimulating my nipple.

But I had to get to my college.

I smoothed the dim and white panty over my backside and then traced the waistband around to the front. They fit perfectly. I kinda liked the flavour. Like I was a dairy cow. I could be a human being cow with big udder just full of creamy milk.

Milk River ?

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

I shook my heading, putting that hopeless fantasy out of my intellect. 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 porno star with those big, massive J-cups.

I thought her gens was Hitomi J-cup.

Gosh, she was so lucky.

I sighed, my fingers smoothing down the front of the panties. My nipple continued to tingle. I glanced down at them, fat and long, the staring size of it nubs for fair sex with big titty. It was like they were taunting me. I hissed in thwarting and grabbed my preparation bra. I lifted it up and an angered fire burned in my belly. It was something for a small girl to wear.

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

At least my pap were developed.

I shoved my legs violently into my jean. I was just so fed up with that all. 19 ! 19 and with the belittled breast ever. I worked my drawers up my thigh while shaking my heading. All my admirer had developed. I had to watch Jennifer and Courtney and Melissa and Beverly and Janiqua all grow tits. They all got excited as they went from A-cups to B-cups and some went to C-cups. Courtney even made it to a D-cup.

All the son loved her.

I buttoned up my jeans and zipped up my fly. I slipped on my ankle joint socks and popped my feet into my tennis shoes. I snagged my bookbag and purse, made surely I had my electric cell earphone, and then I was out of my bedroom. I grabbed a pop tart from the wassailer and nibbled on as I headed out the front room access. The sun was bright, shining. I felt it warming my skin as I headed to the college, this tingling rippled around my pap. I knew I should 've worn a bra. I was feeling the framework of my shirt rubbing against my nubs. It was making me mad. I was getting wet.

Gosh, that was embarrassing.

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

What ? Had they never seen a unawares woman ?

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

I reached my college, the city buses dropping off some students, other college bookman driving their own gondola or walking in like me. A flood 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 individual. My feet smacked on the pavement, my bag swinging off my shoulder, my bookbag bouncing behind me. A few of the scholar 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 alcoholic jumper puppies she always was showing off. She wore a top so tight that it molded to her titty. On top of that, she had a plunging neckline that went so low it showed off a soupcon 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 briny edifice and ignored her and her big mammaries.

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

My cheeks burned as I stalked through the school.

"Uh, you know your leaking,"said Bruce. He was a improbable guy, over six invertebrate foot, so he loomed over me. He had brown hair and a somebody patch on his Chin. He was on the hoops squad, a better-looking guy. My centre fluttered a small. He had a great smile and this form of dashing expression in his eyes.

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

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

I stared down at my bureau and ...

"What the fudge !"I gasped. I hated that I could n't assert properly which only added to the fact that mass must think I was a child. Right now, I did n't care. There were two growing wet patch centered around my mammilla. They were leaking. I blinked at seeing a bit of white astragal through my shirt clinging to my chest ...

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

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

Those two dustup flashed in my mind. I had milk. tit milk.

Tingles raced out of my panties. My custody grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up my body. Right there in the hallway, not caring that former students were passing us, I stripped. I pulled my shirt up and up, the wet fabric peeling away from my fat nipples. I bunched my shirt up beneath my armpits, exposing my new white meat. I gazed at them in awe. They had a soma to them, a perky steadiness. And there, beading from my tit, was albumen milk.

"Jesus, your lactating,"he groaned.

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

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

early scholarly person were watching as the tall Robert the Bruce knelt down. Even kneeling he had the height to reach my breast. I groaned as his hands gripped my sides. Then his backtalk nuzzled into my nipple. I gasped as he latched onto my right nub. He sealed his oral fissure about my fat tit, his back talk pressing warm against my areola.

He suckled.

shudder raced through my body as I felt the milk squirting out of my teat into his mouth. I groaned, my hands balling tight. It felt so amazing. My nipple felt connected straight to my puss. My twat clenched as much as my fists, imbibing in the exciting sensation of my milk squirting out of my nub.

He suckled again, groaning as he tasted my knocker milk. A wicked shudder ran through me. More ointment beaded on my former nub. I swept up my finger across my nipple as Bruce nursed. He groaned with hunger as he feasted on my creamy goody. I held up my finger glistening with the pearly drop.

I brought it to my mouth.

I groaned as I thrust my digit into my oral cavity. I tasted my creamy tit milk. It was sweeter than cow 's Milk. Clean, I popped my fingerbreadth out of my mouth. My tongue ran over the roof of my mouth as I savored the flavour. It had a melony aftertaste. Something almost like Cucumis melo cantalupensis. I groaned, smacking my lips.

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

I nodded."Oh, please sustain suckling."

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

He kneaded and massaged my little agglomerate. I gasped as a stream of whitened blastoff from my right hand nipple and soared over his shoulder to squish wastefully on the flooring. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as he suckled. This felt so amazing.

He squeezed my titmouse again, the flow squirting harder into his mouth while my redress nipple erupted with more of my white ointment. This time, I cupped my hand before my right tit and savored the hot milk splashing against my peel. I shuddered at the pile of my creamy treat pooling in the palm of my hand. I brought it up to my mouth, eager to savor more of it.

I sucked it into my oral cavity, the rattling treat bursting to life across my gustatory sensation buds.

So odoriferous.

I licked at my palm, loving every trace I could find. My other hand was already covering my tit, getting drenched as he squeezed again, my nipple squirting. beading of hot Milk River ran across my helping hand. I quickly brought it up to my mouth, licking and lapping and savoring my creamy treat. I could n't waste a single drop curtain of it.

It was too good.

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

"Are her tits getting bigger ?"a girl asked.

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

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

I shrugged, not sure what to say. Then I stared down at my mamilla and gasped. The input around me faded as I stared at my chest. milk was squirting wastefully from my the right way tit as I shuddered at the sight of my knocker. They were bigger than A-cups now.

They were B-Cups.

They had a embonpoint to them. A perkiness 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.

Bruce suckled and then groaned. For once, I did n't feel that naughty chill caused by the milk squirting out of my nipple. He popped his lip off, shaking his head. Then he darted over to my decently 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 circle, buoyant tits. They were incredible and now had volume. A wonderful shape. As Robert the Bruce popped his backtalk off my tit and released my tit, I shuddered. I cupped them for a moment, kneading them.

"Those are a nice twosome of boobs,"said Anthony, a tall, Shirley Temple guy with a shaved head."tinker's dam amercement tits. I never noticed you have those before, Abigail."

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

I shook my headspring, 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 question printed on the back, Got Milk ? It was so gooselike. Neither step-in nor saying a phrase could have turned me into a human dairy farm cow. They would n't cause my tits to swell up and give me creamy Milk for all the boys to enjoy.

I groaned as I slid my shirt over my breast. With them swelled up, the purple fabric squeezed even plastered around my mammaries. The cotton-poly blend hugged to those big breasts and my hard nipples, and the hem no longer went down past the waistband of my jeans. It just touched it. Barely keeping my abdomen covered.

I felt amazing as I strolled forward. My pussy was juicy. If I did n't have a form to get to, I would do something about it. My breasts had a fantastic bounce to them as I moved through the Charles Martin Hall. My class fellow were staring at me.

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

I was a womanhood. I was nineteen and finally had tits. Nice, round B-cups. I felt them bouncing and jiggling with my every step, moving with this buoyant steadiness. My nipple throbbed and tingled, such joy rippling through me.

I smiled at everyone who noticed my new mammaries. Especially the guys. They were staring at my tits with hunger. I could see it in their optic. Nate with his ear expanders and his man bun, Ken with his goatee of blonde hair, and volition while pushing up his glasses. They all stared at me. They all enjoyed the incline of my tits.

I finally had melons. beak. Delicious jumper puppies. Sure, they were n't the biggest, but they were such an melioration. I felt like a million bucks as I headed into my first social class. My professor, Mr. Abernathy, blinked at the wad of my pap. He had this hungry flavour in his eyes as I sat down in the front row. I grinned at him, arching my rachis to thrust out my new bosom at him.

I could tell he loved my babies.

It was so hard not to play with my mamilla during family. I just wanted to tweak them. To bear on them. They kept tingling as the fabric of my jersey caressed them. I loved how my tits moved. My snatch was hot, making me wriggle which made my knocker jiggle all the fourth dimension. poor Mr. Abernathy kept stumbling through his public lecture. He was paying to a greater extent aid to my tatas then on what he was supposed to be teaching us.

That made me find like a million bucks.

I headed to my next class, a radical of guy hovering around me. They were so precious. They were all staring at me, talking and elbowing each other, muttering about how I 'd nursed Bruce. They were all so amazing. I loved it. I had this rattling bounce to my gradation, making my boob bound for all the delight of the boys. I had never felt better about myself in my life.

I was a man cow and loved it.

I entered my next course of study and there was Marcus Antonius. He was sitting in the binding, his head word turning over to look at me. His oculus flicked up and down my anatomy. The blackness guy rubbed his hand across the shaved heading."Are you 're tits a short openhanded than they were ?"

I glanced down and groaned in delight. They did appear braggy. They looked like they were C-cups now. A little fuller, little rounder. I could tell by the little funnies of pelt between the tail of my T-shirt and the cincture of my dungaree, proving that I 'd grown in volume.

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

I grinned, seeing the little white bit growing where my unvoiced nubs pressed into the t-shirt 's material."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 terrific rock to them. Milky white beaded on both ping meat."Of row I do."I flicked my eyes up and down his burly 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 advantage,"I said, cupping my succulent C-cup breast. I shook them at him, a wicked smile on my backtalk. My pussy clenched, my juice soaking the dairy-cow-pattern panties.

His shadow manpower took my own helping hand 's place. He squeezed my breast. I shuddered, loving the way his dark fingers massaged my tit. He gave them both a sound squeeze play, causing my milk to squirt out and splash his breast. The little droplets soaked into his dark-green T-shirt, a bit of cream beading on the print 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 eyes flicked down to my crotch."Abigail, I bet you are."

Marcus Antonius leaned down and he sucked on my left nipple. I groaned as his dark mouth sealed about my fat, pink nub. He suckled and my terrific Milk River flowed into his mouth. I groaned as his hired man slid down my breadbasket. His fingers stroked low-toned and lower, teasing me.

I gasped as his finger's breadth brushed my omphalus and dipped into the little divot. I groaned as he swirled around inside of it, teasing me. Then he went lower. His finger traveled down and down and down until he reached the girdle of my jean. He stroked across the dungaree, his paw brushing my fastener.

SNAP !

I groaned as he shoved his hand into my pants. My fly rasped opened, the zipper moving downward. I shuddered, his brass hollowing as he suckled hard. My milk squirted into his hungry oral cavity, sending shake shooting down to my cunt. His digit dipped into the cincture of those gamy panties. He slid through my bush.

Went lower.

I gasped as he cupped my virgin kitty-cat. I felt his middle finger sliding up and down my wet prick. I shuddered, this delight rippling through me. Everyone was watching as he fingered my virgin twat, sending such naughty delectation rippling through me.

My arms went around his oral sex, cradling the sexy Black guy to my round breasts. I closed my centre, loving him nursing at my nipple. He stroked me. His finger moved up and down, teasing my labia. His touch coaxed out my slight clit from its tough. I gasped as it burst with twinkle from the first sentence he touched me.

I gasped in delectation, shuddering as he rubbed that minuscule bud for a mo. His finger danced along as he suckled. My Milk River squirted into his mouth. He nursed with such hunger. I trembled, my succus soaking his digits.

"Yes, yes, fuddle it all down,"I panted."It 's so dependable for you. Ooh, fuddle my milk. It 'll make 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 puss clenched, drinking in the lightning while twinkle flared from my clit. The two different sensations ruffle and swirled inside of my cunt.

"Damn, those knocker are astonish,"groaned Tim.

"Yeah,"testament croaked.

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

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

I shuddered and opened my eyes. I groaned in delight as I stared down. My knocker were growing Richard Buckminster Fuller. They were expanding as he nursed. It was a subtle change, but I could just see their enhance growth. They were round and full, heavy. I could feel the shifting in my military posture as I adjusted myself to the increased weight of my mammaries.

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

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

"She 's got some riotous tatas,"another guy groaned."red cent, Antonius, you 're lucky."

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

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

Anthony popped his mouth off my forget tit and darted over to the rightfield. He rubbed at my clit, sparks bursting through me. I whimpered, my veracious nipple supererogatory sensitive from waiting to be drained. It burst with joy as my milk squirted into his rima oris. Susan Brownell Anthony groaned as he swallowed that marvellous treat.

I stroked his bald-shaved head. I caressed him, loving the feel of his thick sass wrapped around my mammilla. The total of suction he created was incredible. My juices flowed out of me. I whimpered and groaned.

"Oh, yes,"I panted.

His ovolo started rubbing at my clit while his fingers massaged my labia. He ran up and down the sheep pen of my cunt, teasing me. It was incredible. So intense. I just knew I was going to explode. I was going to have such an amazing orgasm.

I loved being a man dairy cow. I loved nursing sexy guys. Anthony suckled with such hunger. His left hand grabbed my right tit, squeezing. I felt my Milk River squirting out of my pap and into his mouth with such force.

I gasped, the pleasure swelling inside of me. I could n't take much more of this. His thumb rubbed my clit. His mouth nursed at my pap. His fingerbreadth caressed my labia. They danced up and down my incision, brushing my Hymen. He stroked all my spicy bits.

"Susan B. Anthony !"I howled.

"Oh, yes, that 's incredible !"

I came.

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

It was incredible. ace burst before my eyes. My head tossed from side to side, my melanise hair dancing about my shoulder. My left breast swayed, moving with a laboured weight. I gasped, Susan Brownell 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 nipple were even bigger now. I had to have stunt man D 's now. I now had titmouse as big as my mother. I groaned and gasped, the pleasure reaching that wonderful acme of cristal. I hit it as he suckled out the cobbler's last of my breast Milk. I groaned, a final exam shudder racing through me. Then I was panting. Gasping. I shook my caput, dizzy from the pleasure.

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

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

My naughty cream.

I trembled as I shoved down my shirt over my large sweater puppies. My tee shirt was so soaked. It rode up, showing off my bellybutton now. I groaned, my tits constrained, the fabric stretched over them. It was arrant. I loved it. I hoped they would get bigger.

J-cups, here I come !

trousering, I thrust up my jeans. I headed to my hind end, my heavy bosom jiggling and swaying with my every bm. I sat down and smiled as I watched them bounce at the bottom of my vision. These were everything I wanted. Maybe they would spring up openhanded and I would get my J-cups. I struggled to focus on the moral, to grow my education, but all I could think about was milk.

Creamy, blank, sweet breast Milk. I could find the joy slowly filling my bosom. I was generating More and more. My massive udders were getting gear up to nurse 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 handwriting clasped tight together throughout the object lesson. It was hard not to jiggle. I was getting hot and excited again, too. Getting fingered while nursing Marcus Antonius was amazing. I would take to take a firm stand that all the boy do matter to please me to get my milk.

I bit my low lip, my tee shirt feeling tighter and tighter. When I looked down, I knew my tits were bounteous. They were swelling and swelling, becoming those massive bag that I craved. Soon, they would be big enough to lactate permanently. Every boy or man would enjoy my Milk River as much as they wanted.

Lactophiles would adore me.

I bit my low-toned lip in anticipation.

Soon stratum was over. I stood up quickly just so my tits would recoil up and down. My t-shirt was riding up gamey and in high spirits as they grew crowing and bad. It was turning into a belly shirt. Soon, would it even be able to stiffen my pap ?

Would I even need a shirt ?

I sauntered through the residence, my rosehip swaying. My waist was a little curvier, too. Little more womanly. I might be short, but no girl in my college had pap bigger than me now. The boy swarmed around me. They were staring at my breast, looking for that start 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 future class. My tits bounced and jiggled, my tit aching. Throbbing. They were filling up with all that yummy milk. All the delights for the boys to enjoy. Nursing them all would be incredible.

Nate glanced at me. He had these duncical air expanders in his sass, 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 feel like when he nursed on my mamilla ?

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

"You just said the thaumaturgy watchword,"I moaned. I thrust up my jersey, exposing my mamilla. They were definitely F-cups now. Large and balmy, my mammilla finally sized right for them. Nate stared at my big tatas with thirst as I threw my t-shirt to the floor.

It was just in the way. v

I sauntered up to him, my titmouse jiggling. He turned in his seat, hungry. I gasped as he seized my right breast and swallowed my nipple. His beard rubbed against my silky flesh in my spiritualist areola. I whimpered at the rasping sensation.

I shivered as he suckled.

My white meat milk fired into his mouth. It splashed as he suckled and nursed with force play. My toes curled. My pussy clenched. Such a unholy and wanton wave of delectation stab through me. It was incredible. Just what I craved. What I needed. I groaned, biting my lowly 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 squirting into his mouth. I whimpered and then gasped as Tim came up. He latched onto my other chest, leaning over to breastfeed with Nate. I groaned, holding both their forefront to my tits.

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

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

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

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

I nodded my promontory, whimpering."Being a homo dairy cow is so hot. Makes my pussy 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 digit. Ken groaned, licking his lips and brushing those golden ringlet surrounding his backtalk.

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

"Yes,"I moaned.

I cradled both Nate and Tim to my breast as Ken yanked down my jeans. He ripped them off my hind end and down my second joint. They bunched around my ankle joint, my pussy clenching in anticipation. Every suckle from the two lump nursing on me sent pleasure shooting down to my pussy.

"Damn, you 're wearing the mightily sort of panties, are n't you ?"said Ken."I ca n't hold off to try your milk."

"I 'll have enough for everyone,"I moaned, knowing it to be on-key. I could feel it filling my tit faster than the two male child could give suck it out. My man udders would just consume enough creamy treats for all the boys. I quivered, trembling as Ken dragged down my scanty, exposing my ass and pussy to everyone.

"Damn, she might have the elevation of a little lady friend, but that butt is mature,"groaned Ken.

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

I shuddered as Ken kissed down the breaking ball of my can and dipped between my second joint. He nuzzled into my pussy. I gasped, his knife flicking across my virgin cunt. He brushed my folds and caressed my virginal membrane. I quivered, my nipples throbbing and aching. Milk squirted from them as the two male child gulped it down with such hunger.

I trembled, my orgasm edifice and building.

Ken squeezed my tush as he fluttered his knife up and down my scratch. Ken licked up my juices. I could feel them dripping out of me, another sweet and creamy treat for the boy to enjoy. He brushed my button, sparks bursting from it just like bliss zapped from my nipples. I groaned, loving every second of this. My toes curled in my shoes, my purulent clenching abstruse 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 shoulders."Oh, Ken, you 're going to get so much Milk River. Just make me cum. biff my pussy and hit me explode."

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

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

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

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

I was coming closer and closer to my climax. Ken 's goatee rasped against my pussy sassing through my bush. His natural language fluttered against my Virgin crimp, pressing on my hymen. He lapped up my sweet pick while the two other boys nursed on my sweet milk. They gulped it down with such hunger. They were swelling my breasts larger and expectant.

I just knew I would gain J-cups.

I would sustain those big booby just like I wanted. delightful udders. They would be hone. Just amazing. I whimpered, trembling as I hurtled towards that wonderful moment.

'' Oh, yes, yes !"I moaned, my twat so hot. So wet."Ken ! Make me cum and then you get to take Nate 's place. 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 Marcus Antonius. The tall, Black guy was grinning at me. I did n't know when he had arrived, but he stared at me with such thirst.

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

Ken latched onto my clitoris again. He sucked hard, his goatee rubbing against my slit sassing. I shuddered, trembling. Both my nipples throbbed while Tim sucked at the same fourth dimension. My milk squirted into their sass, sending dual jolts of lightning zapping down to my twat. My virgin twat became electrified. I gasped, the electric current of bliss rushing through me.

I came.

My puss convulsed and spasmed. I felt my juice gushing out of me. They flowed, spilling into Ken 's thirsty mouth. He licked and lapped up my sweet ointment while my knocker milk continued to flow into Nate 's and Tim 's hungry maws. I shuddered, the spark zapping through my mind.

Stars danced before my eyes.

I shuddered, my entire soundbox convulsing. My hand grabbed my heavy chest, squeezing out my Milk River into Nate 's and Tim 's suckling mouthpiece. I whimpered, my promontory shaking. It was so good. So wonderful.

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

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

"Yeah, make her cum, then you can pledge her toothsome, creamy Milk River. I ca n't wait to milk her udders !"

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

Nate ripped his mouth off my mammilla. Some of my creamy Milk River had spilled down into his obscure goatee. He grinned at me, nodding."I 'll trade, Ken."

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

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

I gasped at the sight of his blonde goatee soaked in my juices. My purulent cream had utterly drenched him. I could smell it, a sweet aroma, but unlike from the delicious cream that squirted from my mammilla. I groaned as he darted in and kissed me. I shuddered, tasting my cunt.

A slide fastener rasped behind me.

"Oh, Nate is going for that cunt,"Susan Anthony cheered."Go for it, beau. shit !"

"Booyah !"Nate shouted.

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

Realization hit me.

He was about to pop my cerise. He was about to really make me cum, earning him the rightfield to drink all my creamy bosom milk. I shuddered, my body on fire.

"Yes, boys have to get it on me to fuddle my breast milk !"I moaned.

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

Ken latched onto my teat, suckling surd. His gravelly goatee rasped against my ring of color and soft tit. I shuddered, wiggling my pelvic girdle and rubbing my hot pussycat into the cock 's tip nudging me. I was so eager to fall back my virginity. I hugged both Ken and Tim to my bosom, loving as they suckled on my udders.

Nate thrust.

I groaned, my teat both bursting with sparks of pleasure as my hymen stretched and stretched. pain in the ass flared, meeting the electrifying bliss flowing from my teat. I trembled. Then my cherry popped. His cock slammed to the hilt in me. My center widened I was suddenly filled with a immense dick.

My first cock ever.

I gasped and moaned, swiveling my hip joint. I squeezed my cunt around that amazing dick. Nate groaned, his hand squeezing my pelvic arch. I was bent over to nurse both Ken and Tim, my ass driving force out behind me.

Nate drew back his hips and then plunged into me again. He slammed his cock hard into my slit. I gasped at the violence of his dick burying to the hilt in me. His crotch smacked into my fundament, making my butt-cheeks jiggle. My big udders rippled, moving as the two hungry boys nursed at them.

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

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

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

I shuddered, wanting to find those other places.

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

My deflowered cunt clenched down hard on the big shaft thrusting into me. It slammed into my depths, grave balls smacking into my clit. Sparks of pleasance joined the electrifying shock zapping from my nipple. Milk River squirted again and again into those hungry male child'oral fissure. I groaned, swaying. I was getting closer and closer to exploding.

It was so vivid to be fucked. Nate 's cock reached so deep in me. He plundered my cunt. He grunted and groaned, his mitt squeezing my pelvis. I undulated them, stirring my juicy puss around his big prick. The harder he thrust into my pussy, the more than of my milk seemed to squeeze out out of my nipples.

The more creamy treat I delivered to my thirsty boys.

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

He suddenly seized my pitch-black hair and yanked my head back. I gasped, loving his dominance. He fucked me voiceless. His powerful strokes rammed to the hilt in my snatch. I trembled, my cunt clenching down on him. principal fit before my eyes. It was so intense. Just amazing. I whimpered, squeezing down hard on his dick. This wonderful delight built and built and built inside of me.

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

It was what I needed. I exploded.

My puss convulsed and writhed about Nate 's cock. He grunted, fucking into my spasming depth. Waves of hot rage flooded through my body. The rush of pleasure was electrified by the zapping delight shooting from my nipples. Both male child suckled as my orgasmic bliss swept through my idea. I screamed out in rapture, buckling hard.

"shtup !"Nate grunted.

"Cum in me !"I howled."alluvion me with all that ejaculate. Yes ! I 'm a human being dairy cow ! I need your cum flooding my cunt !"

Nate slammed into me and erupted. His hot jizz flooded into my deflowered pussy. I groaned as he pumped that marvellous cream into me. I shuddered, the milk squirting from my mamilla into Ken 's and Tim 's athirst mouths. I whimpered, a wave of joy sweeping through my consistence as my pussy milked Nate 's erupting dick.

He groaned, squeezing my pelvic arch as he pumped more and more of his hot spunk into me. I loved it. I was a naughty, human being dairy cow who needed all the wonderful pick to flood my dead body I could do by. I whimpered, the pleasure melting my psyche.

It was incredible.

"Fuck,"groaned Nate."You 're up, Tim. You got to make her cum to pay for that gratifying 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 turn on 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 jean and jostle them down, lifting his hind end up from the seat. His cock stretched out his tight whitey underwear. The yield of the Loom came off next. There he was, his big dick unveiled. My cum-filled cunt clenched.

Ken kept suckling as I moved. He shoved the desk further out of the way so he could go on suckling. I straddled Tim, lowering my pussycat down to his dick. His lips engulfed my nipple before I sank down on him. Once again, I would kick in two boys the creamy treat they loved. I shuddered, my snatch brushing his dick 's tip.

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

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 dick. I nursed on him like the two male child nursed on my heavy tits. My pussy squeezed around Tim 's thickset dick. I groaned, reveling in the feel of his dig. I slid up and down him, my pussy clinging to him, the friction incredible.

I moaned around that prick in my mouth.

Will groaned, his hands gripping my brain as he fucked his gumshoe in and out of my mouth. He had this hazardous look behind his glasses. He grunted and panted, eager to clear the right field to suck from my udders. I cupped his formal, massaging them as he plunged his prick over and over into my sassing. Drool ran down my chin as I suckled.

The phone of nursing echoed around me. Ken, Tim, and I were all making those gamey sounds. Both my nipples throbbed and ached in the boy'mouths, Ken 's goatee rasping against my areola. I shuddered, my pussy clenching down around Tim 's cock.

My snatch gripped him. I held his wonderful rooster as I worked up and down his cock. The feel of him in me tug me to just ride him. To just relish every column inch of his dick in me. I would cum on his prick. I would explode on that stocky hammer. I groaned, wiggling my hips.

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

I did n't know why I was lucky. Did she mean because I had my big, heavy tits ? I could just order they were J-cups now. After Nate had cum in me, after the male child at suckled my tits, they had swelled into such a wonderful, monumental size of it.

I worked my twat up and down Tim 's tool faster and faster as my agitation ballooned.

A cock pressed between my butt-cheeks. It was covered in something slippery. Lube. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mark Antony. I shuddered as the inkiness guy brought his cock to my asshole. My nineteen-year-old body quivered. I was about to be sodomized. To be double-penetrated.

I would sustain prick in all of my kettle of fish. I would wet-nurse and lactate at all three of the boys'cocks. I would savor them.

I sucked so concentrated on will 's dick as Anthony 's thick hammer pressed against my Virgo mother fucker. My sphincter stretched and stretched and stretched. I shuddered, squirming on Tim 's pecker as that Negro stopcock popped into my bunghole. I groaned throaty joy, moaning around Will 's prick.

I shuddered, Susan B. Anthony 's thick dick plunging cryptic and deeper into my bowels. This wonderful heat met the silky delight in my pussy. The two different rubbing merged and melted together, driving me towards another amazing sexual climax. My pap burst with electric delight, my Milk River squirting into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry mouths.

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

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

Susan Brownell Anthony chuckled as he drew back his dick. My gut clenched around his cinch, the friction intense."That 's what I thought. You cum so firmly. I 'm going to fill your asshole with my pick and then suckle all that sweet, sweet Milk out of your tits."

"Yes,"Will groaned, his cock plunging surd and debauched 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 hip danced, stirring my cunt and cocksucker around Tim and Susan Brownell Anthony 's big shaft. They worked in and out of my hole. Two different, astonishing frictions. The silky rubbing in my cunt and the velvety pleasure from my asshole. They swelled interior of me, forming a wonderful storm fed by the electrical energy shooting from my nipples.

More and more humbug ran down my Chin. I squeezed my heart shut, building and edifice towards that climax. I was so close. Marcus Antonius fucked me hard, driving his dick deep into my asshole. His genitalia smacked into me. His chunk thudded into my flesh over and over. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering as this amazing bliss built inside of me. The storm grew.

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

My coming exploded through me.

The violent storm swept through my body. My bunghole and pussy writhed about the two dicks. Howling winds of transport swept through me. Zapping thunderbolt of lightning electrified my judgment. My mamilla squirted even more milk into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry mouth. I gulped down my treat as I squealed around Will 's dick.

"Fuck, yes !"the nerd groaned. Then his salty emollient flooded my mouth.

I groaned as the jizz spilled through my lip, swirling around my teeth. I gulped it down, my knife massaging the nates of his cock. more than and more than of his boy-cream flooded my lip. I savored every drop. I reveled in this wonderful moment. It was incredible. Amazing. I never wanted to quit. I felt so silly as this toothsome pleasure rippled through my body.

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

The melanize guy fired his jizz into my cocksucker. Spurt after wonderful spurt of his cum flooded me. Boys cheered around me, all bore to taste my milk. To fuck their cocks in and out of my mouth and pussy and asshole. To give me their salty cum. I wanted it all.

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

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

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

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

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

It worked out honest for all of us.

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The name chortled in delight at the solution of its fresh duet of scanty. It had turned that flat-chested girl into a lactating slut.

It had a different idea for its next pair. Not something so radical. Something fun. Something that would be bold. To drop it off would be a risk of exposure in of itself. It would bear to speculation into a new location. It would need all of its magic trick to prevent 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 dyad of scanty, loving the aim. They were all black, cut narrow in the battlefront and bum, the waistband only strings. It had some exquisite lacing decorating the strawman. Two wrangle were printed in bright, Au varsity letter on the backbone. dare letters.

TOP BITCH.

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

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