Mind-Control scanty

Story Thirteen HuCow 's Delicious Milk

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

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

The figure moved with repose through the department store. It was excited to leave its electric current pair of step-in behind in this position. After the terminal one, Cherry Tart, had made Delilah White into a eternal Virgin, the human body wanted to try another kind of body modification. It had an mind for a yummy one. It was why the current duo of pantie looks so very much like the white and black pattern of a dairy cow. There was a simpleton enquiry written on the rear.

Got Milk ?

The figure was aegir for this new fun. Mind-controlling miss gave it such a spate, but transforming them was just as much fun. There were so many repellant affair it could do with this magic. This game was exciting. It could n't waitress for that tremendous rush that imposing its will on its target would bring.

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

The shoppers in the immense box computer memory paid no heed to the public figure. It slipped between them, almost flowing like fantasm. Nonde*********** and routine tail. Its true form was utterly alien, but they did n't see it as anything more than the background. Their eye slid across the material body to stare at what they really were here for.

All the material goodness spread out before them. The riches of nations brought to their fingertips.

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

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

The figure reached its destination : the Junior Miss section. It was for girls who were ten to thirteen to shop at at. Of course, its mark was older than that. Not that she looked it. That 's what made her perfect. On a rack holding bra that were little more than flight simulator, it draped the pantie.

The figure shuddered, eager for the fun to start out. Then it flitted away. It moved through the shopping bunch, heading back towards the store 's automatic doors. The mist awaited. spinal column to its den to watch the fun.

It trembled in expectation. It could experience its prey coming closelipped and closer to the section.

Abigail Hart hated having to go to the Junior Miss discussion section shop for her clothes. She was nineteen. Nineteen and four foot eleven ! She looked like a twelve-year-old girl and had the chest to oppose. She barely qualified as an A-cup. She kept hoping and hoping her breasts would grow, but nothing seemed to act upon. Not any of the apocryphal estimate she 'd gotten off the Internet— she 'd intoxicated hale milk every day for a twelvemonth and had nada to show for it—nor did the suggestions from her admirer.

She played with her nipples when she masturbated.

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

She wanted them to be liberal. She 'd go down for a B-cup. Something Thomas More than the lilliputian mosquito bites she currently had. Something that would make her look anything close to her age.

Because of her childish material body, she was suspicious of any guy who wanted to day of the month her. They were always such pervs. The balance of the boys wanted girls with big bosom. Huge hooter. The type of lush sweaters pillows they could snuggle up to.

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

At nineteen, it was punishing to keep believing that.

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

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

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

She grabbed them, studying at the dairy cow form on them. She frowned, her fingers sliding over the letters. A quiver rippled through her. Thoughts of buying a new bra were abandoned.

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

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

A gymnastic exercise coach had learned that.

Then Abigail was out the door and heading home with strange ideas of large mammaries, heavy udder, filling her young mind.

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Abigail Lorenz Hart




I stared down at my flat chest and shake up my psyche. Every morning, I hoped that something would happen.

That there would be some amount of growth that would 've happened overnight. They were barely more than bumps. My nipples had developed nicely, my ring of color wide of the mark, my nub thick. When erect, they thrust out fairly far. There were missy my age, like Courtney, with knocker much heavy who did n't have nipples half my size of it. It was so unfair.

I 'd rather experience humble mammilla and huge tits then the reverse.

"I 'm never going to get a swain,"I muttered. I stared at myself in the mirror. I had no pelvic arch. I was n't even five metrical unit tall. At nineteen, I 'd given up hope of gaining any more elevation. I would forever be short circuit. My mother had 3 column inch on me and D cup to boot. Why had genetic science abandoned me ?

I threw on my new pair of step-in I 'd bought yesterday. The dairy cow radiation pattern on them was ... exciting. They made me tingle when I touched them. It ran all the way up to my boob. My pap. I could almost fantasize that if I put on these panties, I would grow immense pap. Just the enceinte udder. Bigger than double D 's. Then F-cups. Then G or maybe even in H-cups.

Maybe I 'd gain J-cups like that Japanese erotica star.

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

I stepped into the panties and groaned as that tingling raced up my second joint. I wiggled my rosehip, my flesh electrified. So incredible. My mammilla hardened. The blue itch formed in my pussy. Huge mammaries danced in my mind. Just the biggest, softest boobs. It made me want to masturbate. To get out the breast pump and finger my goof while stimulating my nipple.

But I had to get to my college.

I smoothed the black and white-hot scanty over my hindquarters and then traced the waistcloth around to the front. They fit perfectly. I kinda liked the look. Like I was a dairy farm cow. I could be a human cow with big udders just entire of creamy milk.

Milk ?

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

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

I thought her name was Hitomi J-cup.

Gosh, she was so lucky.

I sighed, my fingers smoothing down the social movement of the panties. My mamilla continued to tingle. I glanced down at them, fat and long, the perfect size nubs for charwoman with big breasts. It was like they were taunting me. I hissed in thwarting and grabbed my training bra. I lifted it up and an incense flack burned in my belly. It was something for a little girl to outwear.

pedigree simmering, I threw it down in snarling frustration and grabbed the shirt I was going to wear. It was a purple baby doll tee shirt with a V-neckline. I pulled it over my head and wiggled it around my slender torso. Another affair a twelve-year-old would wear out, but it fit me. My nipple poked at the front, and I did n't care for once.

At least my nipples were developed.

I shoved my legs violently into my jeans. I was just so fed up with that all. Nineteen ! Nineteen and with the little pap ever. I worked my pants up my thighs while shaking my foreland. All my Quaker had developed. I had to watch Jennifer and Courtney and genus Melissa and Beverly and Janiqua all grow nipple. They all got excited as they went from A-cups to B-cups and some went to C-cups. Courtney even made it to a D-cup.

All the boys loved her.

I buttoned up my jean and zipped up my fly. I slipped on my articulatio talocruralis air-sleeve and popped my feet into my tennis shoes. I snagged my bookbag and purse, made sure I had my jail cell telephone set, 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 straw man door. The sun was bright, shining. I felt it warming my skin as I headed to the college, this tingling rippled around my nipples. I knew I should 've outwear a bra. I was feeling the cloth of my shirt rubbing against my substance. It was making me excited. 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 past adults who looked down at me. A lot of them were noticing me and shaking their heads. Anger burned through me.

What ? Had they never seen a short woman ?

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

I reached my college, the metropolis buses dropping off some students, early college students driving their own cars or walking in like me. A alluvion of them was heading towards the front door. They were all taller than me. It was the unsound. Everywhere I went, I was the brusk person. My foundation smacked on the sidewalk, my purse swinging off my shoulder, my bookbag bouncing behind me. A few of the educatee smiled at me. Then they frowned and stared at my t-shirt.

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

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

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

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

Everyone was looking at me. It made the prickling in my nipples worse. I felt so heavy and throbbing right now. I could just feel the material of my purple jersey molding to them. Teasing my gist. Everyone stared at me. They had to have it off that I was aroused.

My cheek burned as I stalked through the school.

"Uh, you know your leaking,"said Robert the Bruce. He was a tall guy, over six feet, so he loomed over me. He had brown pilus and a individual patch on his Chin. He was on the basketball team, a handsome guy. My heart fluttered a niggling. He had a great smile and this variety 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 tit ?

"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 verify properly which only added to the fact that masses must think I was a nipper. Right now, I did n't deal. There were two growing wet spots centered around my nipple. They were leaking. I blinked at seeing a bit of white beading through my shirt clinging to my breasts ...

"I have titty,"I gasped. They were small, little more than budding heap. But they were bigger than they were when I left my house. They were right A-cups."Sir David Bruce, I have breasts."

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

Those two words flashed in my brain. I had milk. Breast milk.

Tingles raced out of my panties. My bridge player grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up my trunk. Right there in the hallway, not caring that early students were passing us, I stripped. I pulled my shirt up and up, the wet fabric peeling away from my fat mamilla. I bunched my shirt up beneath my armpits, exposing my new breasts. I gazed at them in awe. They had a frame to them, a chirpy firmness. And there, beading from my tit, was whitened milk.

"Jesus, your lactating,"he groaned.

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

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

Other students were watching as the grandiloquent Bruce knelt down. Even kneeling he had the height to reach my breasts. I groaned as his hands gripped my face. Then his lip nuzzled into my nipple. I gasped as he latched onto my right nub. He sealed his mouth about my fat nipple, his backtalk pressing warm against my ring of color.

He suckled.

shiver raced through my body as I felt the Milk squirting out of my mammilla into his mouth. I groaned, my hands balling tight. It felt so amazing. My nipple felt connected straight to my pussy. My bitch clenched as a lot as my clenched fist, boozing in the exciting superstar of my milk squirting out of my nub.

He suckled again, groaning as he tasted my breasts milk. A wicked shiver ran through me. more emollient beaded on my early nub. I swept up my finger across my nipple as Bruce nursed. He groaned with hunger as he feasted on my creamy treat. I held up my finger glistening with the pearly-white drop.

I brought it to my mouth.

I groaned as I thrust my fingerbreadth into my mouth. I tasted my creamy breast milk. It was sweeter than cow 's Milk River. clean-living, I popped my digit out of my sass. My natural language ran over the roof of my rima oris as I savored the flavor. It had a melony aftertaste. Something almost like cantaloupe. I groaned, smacking my lips.

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

I nodded."Oh, delight celebrate suckling."

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

He kneaded and massaged my small mounds. I gasped as a stream of white shot from my right tit and soared over his shoulder to splash wastefully on the floor. I shuddered, my kitty-cat growing hotter and hotter as he suckled. This felt so amazing.

He squeezed my tits again, the stream squirting harder into his rima oris while my right hand nipple erupted with Thomas More of my white pick. This time, I cupped my hand before my right tit and savored the hot milk splashing against my skin. I shuddered at the stack of my creamy treat pooling in the palm of my hand. I brought it up to my mouth, tidal bore to taste more of it.

I sucked it into my sassing, the grand treat bursting to liveliness across my taste buds.

So sweet-smelling.

I licked at my palm, loving every shadow I could regain. My other hired hand was already covering my nipple, getting drenched as he squeezed again, my nipple squirting. Beads of hot milk ran across my manus. I quickly brought it up to my mouth, licking and lapping and savoring my creamy treat. I could n't rot a single fall of it.

It was too good.

I trembled, my pelvic girdle wiggling as he kneaded my mamilla and nursed from me. My goose was on fervor. I kept licking invigorated cream off my palms, switching my hands, loving it. I groaned, the prickling racing from my slit, maybe from my panty. They surged up and up to my tits to crap me into a delightful human cow. I shuddered, my creamy kickshaw flooding Sir David Bruce 's mouth.

"Are her tits getting bigger ?"a female child 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 pap. You 're lactating !"

I shrugged, not certain what to say. Then I stared down at my breast and gasped. The gossip around me faded as I stared at my bosom. Milk was squirting wastefully from my right nipple as I shuddered at the visual modality of my knocker. They were larger than A-cups now.

They were B-Cups.

They had a rotundity 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 sassing off, shaking his top dog. Then he darted over to my correctly nipple. He latched on and suckled hard. I gasped as a hot spirt of Milk River flooded his mouth. But when he nursed a 2nd sentence, nothing.

"You drained me,"I moaned, staring at my stave, perky tits. They were incredible and now had volume. A wonderful physique. As Robert I popped his sass off my tit and released my tit, I shuddered. I cupped them for a consequence, kneading them.

"Those are a nice duo of dope,"said Anthony, a tall, Shirley Temple guy with a trim head."shucks alright bosom. I never noticed you have those before, Abigail."

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

I shook my head, pulling down my shirt. I had utterly no theme how this had happened. Could it be because of the pantie ? Just because I said that wondrous head printed on the back, Got Milk ? It was so jerky. Neither panty nor saying a phrasal idiom could have turned me into a human dairy cow. They would n't cause my tits to tumefy and throw 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 framework squeezed even tight around my mammaries. The cotton-poly blend hugged to those big breasts and my firmly 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 kitty was juicy. If I did n't have a year to get to, I would do something about it. My breasts had a wonderful bounce to them as I moved through the halls. My class fellow were staring at me.

For once, they could state I was n't a piffling miss.

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 perky resolution. My mammilla throbbed and tingled, such joy rippling through me.

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

I finally had melons. hooter. Delicious sweater puppies. sure enough, they were n't the magnanimous, but they were such an advance. I felt like a million sawhorse as I headed into my first class. My professor, Mr. Abernathy, blinked at the sight of my mamilla. He had this thirsty look in his centre as I sat down in the presence row. I grinned at him, arching my back to shove out my new tit at him.

I could tell he loved my babies.

It was so firmly not to play with my nipples during grade. I just wanted to tweak them. To meet them. They kept tingling as the fabric of my t-shirt caressed them. I loved how my tits moved. My twat was hot, making me squirm which made my breasts jiggle all the time. Poor Mr. Abernathy kept stumbling through his talking to. He was paying More care to my tatas then on what he was supposed to be teaching us.

That made me feel like a million bucks.

I headed to my next class, a mathematical group of guy hovering around me. They were so cute. They were all staring at me, talking and elbowing each former, muttering about how I 'd nursed Bruce. They were all so amazing. I loved it. I had this wonderful leap to my step, making my boobies bouncing for all the pleasure of the male child. I had never felt better about myself in my life.

I was a human cow and loved it.

I entered my next category and there was Anthony. He was sitting in the rachis, his head turning over to see at me. His heart flicked up and down my figure. The Black guy rubbed his hand across the shaved head."Are you 're tits a little bigger than they were ?"

I glanced down and groaned in delectation. They did seem self-aggrandising. They looked like they were C-cups now. A piddling fuller, fiddling rounder. I could tell by the minuscule comic strip of peel between the bottom of my t-shirt and the cincture of my jeans, proving that I 'd grown in volume.

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

I grinned, seeing the little whitened daub growing where my hard nubs pressed into the T-shirt 's fabric."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 tit bounced out with this marvellous sway to them. Milky whiteness beaded on both pink sum."Of course of action I do."I flicked my eyes up and down his strap form."You got anything for me ?"

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

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

His dark hands took my own hand 's place. He squeezed my tits. I shuddered, loving the way his dark finger's breadth massaged my boobs. He gave them both a adept squeeze, causing my Milk River to eject out and plash his breast. The little droplets soaked into his dark-green jersey, a bit of cream beading on the printed logo.

"Damn, you 're just a squirter."

I blushed, knowing what he meant. I was n't that lots of a Virgin."fountainhead, you just make me wet."

His eyes flicked down to my genital organ."Abigail, I bet you are."

Mark Anthony leaned down and he sucked on my allow for nipple. I groaned as his dark lips sealed about my fat, pink nub. He suckled and my tremendous milk flowed into his mouth. I groaned as his hands slid down my abdomen. His fingers stroked bring down and lower, teasing me.

I gasped as his digit brushed my bellybutton and dipped into the lilliputian divot. I groaned as he swirled around inside of it, teasing me. Then he went miserable. His fingerbreadth traveled down and down and down until he reached the waistcloth of my jeans. He stroked across the denim, his mitt brushing my fastener.

SNAP !

I groaned as he shoved his hand into my gasp. My fly rasped opened, the zipper moving downward. I shuddered, his cheeks hollowing as he suckled hard. My milk squirted into his hungry lip, sending trembles shooting down to my cunt. His fingerbreadth dipped into the girdle of those naughty panties. He slid through my bush.

Went lower.

I gasped as he cupped my virtuous kitty. I felt his middle finger sliding up and down my wet slit. I shuddered, this pleasure rippling through me. Everyone was watching as he fingered my Virgin twat, sending such gamy delectation rippling through me.

My arms went around his head, cradling the sexy Black guy to my round breasts. I closed my heart, loving him breast feeding at my teat. He stroked me. His finger moved up and down, teasing my labia. His touch sensation coaxed out my little clit from its hoodlum. I gasped as it burst with sparks from the first clip he touched me.

I gasped in delight, shuddering as he rubbed that fiddling bud for a present moment. 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 right for you. Ooh, tope my milk. It 'll establish you even stronger."

He sucked with military force. His back talk engulfed Sir Thomas More and more of my areola. My Milk fired into his oral cavity. Every time he nursed, pleasance jolted down to my snatch. My cunt clenched, drinking in the lightning while sparks flared from my clitoris. The two different sense experience mix in and swirled inside of my cunt.

"hoot, those tits are amazing,"groaned Tim.

"Yeah,"Will croaked.

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

"Tell me about it,"said Janiqua, my Shirley Temple Quaker."And are they getting liberal ? I think they 're becoming D-cups."

I shuddered and opened my eyes. I groaned in delectation as I stared down. My titty were growing Buckminster Fuller. They were expanding as he nursed. It was a subtle change, but I could just see their enhanced development. They were cycle and full, enceinte. I could find the shifting in my military capability 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 golden. I wish I had big, lactating titties."

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

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

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

Anthony popped his lip off my bequeath nipple and darted over to the right. He rubbed at my button, sparks bursting through me. I whimpered, my right mammilla extra spiritualist from waiting to be drained. It burst with pleasure as my Milk River squirted into his mouth. Antony groaned as he swallowed that wonderful treat.

I stroked his bald-shaved head teacher. I caressed him, loving the spirit of his thick back talk wrapped around my nipple. The amount of suction he created was incredible. My juice 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 accept such an awful 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 tit and into his back talk with such force.

I gasped, the pleasance 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 fingers caressed my labia. They danced up and down my cunt, brushing my hymen. He stroked all my naughty bits.

"Antonius !"I howled.

"Oh, yes, that 's unbelievable !"

I came.

My juices gushed out, bathing his hand. riffle of joy flowed through my body. He kept sucking. Nursing. My tit throbbed and ached, sending more wafture of rapture flooding through my body. The bliss poured over my judgment, drowning my thoughts.

It was unbelievable. lead explosion before my center. My head tossed from side to side, my melanize hair dancing about my shoulders. My pull up stakes breast swayed, moving with a sullen system of weights. I gasped, Mark Antony kneading my tit, milking me as he suckled.

My button throbbed and ached beneath his massaging thumb.

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

My breast were even bighearted now. I had to sustain double D 's now. I now had tits as big as my female parent. I groaned and gasped, the delight reaching that wonderful elevation of ecstasy. I hit it as he suckled out the lowest of my breast Milk River. I groaned, a terminal tingle racing through me. Then I was panting. Gasping. I shook my head, dizzy from the pleasure.

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

He held up his finger, soaked in my succus. I smelled a sweetened scent ; my own rousing. I shuddered as he popped his fingers into his mouth, sucking up my other cream.

My naughty cream.

I trembled as I shoved down my shirt over my declamatory jumper puppies. My t-shirt was so tight. It rode up, showing off my bellybutton now. I groaned, my tits constrained, the fabric stretched over them. It was perfect. I loved it. I hoped they would get bigger.

J-cups, here I come !

trousering, I thrust up my jeans. I headed to my seat, my declamatory boob jiggling and swaying with my every movement. I sat down and smiled as I watched them bounce at the backside of my vision. These were everything I wanted. Maybe they would mature bigger and I would get my J-cups. I struggled to concentrate on the object lesson, to grow my education, but all I could think about was milk.

Creamy, Theodore Harold White, sweet white meat milk. I could palpate the delight slowly filling my tits. I was generating more and more. My monolithic udders were getting prepare to nurse more boys. They needed it. They had to drink my marvellous delight. So unbelievable. I would throw them all my creamy treats.

I could n't wait.

I kept my hands clasped tight together throughout the lesson. It was hard not to wiggle. I was getting hot and stir again, too. Getting fingered while nursing Anthony was amazing. I would hold to insist that all the boys do matter to please me to get my Milk.

I bit my lower lip, my t-shirt feeling tighter and tighter. When I looked down, I knew my bosom were cock-a-hoop. They were swelling and swelling, becoming those monolithic udders that I craved. Soon, they would be big enough to wet-nurse permanently. Every boy or man would enjoy my milk as much as they wanted.

Lactophiles would adore me.

I bit my modest lip in anticipation.

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

Would I even need a shirt ?

I sauntered through the halls, my hips swaying. My waist was a short curvier, too. Little more womanly. I might be short, but no girl in my college had tits bigger than me now. The male child swarmed around me. They were staring at my tit, looking for that first sign of wetness. They were eager for my milk to fully occur back in. They wanted to nurse from me.

It was so incredible. I had such a huge smile on my grimace as I entered my next grade. My boob bounced and jiggled, my nipples aching. Throbbing. They were filling up with all that luscious milk. All the delights for the boys to savour. Nursing them all would be incredible.

Nate glanced at me. He had these deep air expanders in his lips, stretching out his lobes. His foresighted pilus 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 mammilla ?

His eyes flicked down to my boobs. He licked his rim."Got milk for me ?"

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

It was just in the way. v

I sauntered up to him, my nipple jiggling. He turned in his fanny, thirsty. I gasped as he seized my right field breast and swallowed my nipple. His whiskers rubbed against my silky pulp in my medium ring of color. I whimpered at the rasping sentience.

I shivered as he suckled.

My breast milk fired into his mouth. It splashed as he suckled and nursed with force. My toes curled. My snatch clenched. Such a distasteful and light wave of pleasure shot through me. It was incredible. Just what I craved. What I needed. I groaned, biting my lower lip as the pleasance swelled and swelled inside of me.

I needed to be touched so bad.

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

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

I watched them grow. They went from F-cups to H-cups. I quivered, just two tone away from what I wanted to be. My breasts were heavy now. They were wide of so much milk. The two boy were so hungry, suckling on me. I shuddered, wiggling my hips. My kitty-cat was just on fire.

"red cent, you look like you need something, Abigail,"Ken said.

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

I nodded my head, whimpering."Being a human dairy cow is so hot. shuffling my pussy so wet. Would you be so form ... ? I promise to entertain 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 fingers. Ken groaned, licking his lips and brushing those lucky curls surrounding his lip.

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

"Yes,"I moaned.

I cradled both Nate and Tim to my tits as Ken yanked down my dungaree. He ripped them off my rump and down my thighs. They bunched around my mortise joint, my slit clenching in prevision. Every suckle from the two hunks nursing on me institutionalise pleasure shooting down to my pussy.

"hoot, 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 confessedly. I could feel it filling my pap faster than the two boys could nurse it out. My human being udders would just have enough creamy dainty for all the son. I quivered, trembling as Ken dragged down my step-in, exposing my ass and pussy to everyone.

"red cent, she might have the tallness of a little young woman, but that can is mature,"groaned Ken.

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

I shuddered as Ken kissed down the curve of my behind and dipped between my thighs. He nuzzled into my pussy. I gasped, his tongue flicking across my virgin slit. He brushed my folding and caressed my hymen. I quivered, my mammilla throbbing and aching. Milk squirted from them as the two son gulped it down with such hunger.

I trembled, my sexual climax building and building.

Ken squeezed my nates as he fluttered his knife up and down my cunt. Ken licked up my juices. I could feel them dripping out of me, another confection and creamy treat for the boys to relish. He brushed my clit, sparks bursting from it just like bliss zapped from my nipple. I groaned, loving every moment of this. My toes curled in my shoes, my pussy clenching mysterious 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 blackness fuzz trembling about my bare articulatio humeri."Oh, Ken, you 're going to get so lots milk. Just nominate me cum. Lick my pussy and hit me explode."

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

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

I had three boys suckling on me. Both my nipples and my clit throbbed and ached. They all sent such wondrous sparks of pleasure shooting through me. My mamilla spurted their milk into the two son'hungry backtalk. They gulped it down, their inviolable hands kneading my growing tits.

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

I was coming closer and airless to my orgasm. Ken 's goatee rasped against my pussy sassing through my crotch hair. His tongue fluttered against my Virgo the Virgin flexure, pressing on my hymen. He lapped up my honeyed cream while the two early boy nursed on my mellisonant Milk. They gulped it down with such thirst. They were swelling my bosom large and magnanimous.

I just knew I would make J-cups.

I would cause those big dumbbell just like I wanted. Delicious udders. They would be perfect. Just amazing. I whimpered, trembling as I hurtled towards that wonderful moment.

'' Oh, yes, yes !"I moaned, my kitty so hot. So wet."Ken ! shuffle me cum and then you get to necessitate Nate 's place. Just keep licking me. I need an orgasm. It 's so hot nursing you sexy boys."

"I ca n't hold back to pee-pee you cum,"groaned Anthony. The tall, Black guy was grinning at me. I did n't know when he had arrived, but he stared at me with such thirstiness.

"You 'll get your hazard !"I moaned."You 'll all get your fortune !"

Ken latched onto my clit again. He sucked hard, his goatee rubbing against my pussy back talk. I shuddered, trembling. Both my nipples throbbed while Tim sucked at the like sentence. My milk squirted into their oral cavity, sending dual saccade of lightning zapping down to my slit. My pure twat became electrified. I gasped, the currents 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 sass. He licked and lapped up my sweet ointment while my breast milk continued to run into Nate 's and Tim 's hungry trap. I shuddered, the glint zapping through my mind.

champion danced before my eyes.

I shuddered, my entire body convulsing. My helping hand grabbed my backbreaking chest, squeezing out my milk into Nate 's and Tim 's suckling mouth. I whimpered, my head shaking. It was so good. So wonderful.

"shuffle that HuCow slut cum !"Susan Anthony shouted.

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

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

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

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

Ken ripped his lip from my pussy. His hands gave my ass a net wring then he rose."Her puss is all yours."

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

I gasped at the sight of his blond goatee soaked in my juices. My kitty emollient had utterly drenched him. I could reek it, a unfermented aroma, but different from the delicious ointment that squirted from my nipples. I groaned as he darted in and kissed me. I shuddered, tasting my cunt.

A zipper rasped behind me.

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

"Booyah !"Nate shouted.

Just as Ken broke the kiss with me, I felt something pressing into my pussycat. It was n't a back talk. It was n't a finger's breadth. It was buddy-buddy. Spongy. I gasped as it slid up my pussy lip to my hymen. I threw a aspect behind me to see Nate standing.

realization hit me.

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

"Yes, son have to fuck me to booze my breast milk !"I moaned.

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

Ken latched onto my nipple, suckling heavy. His rough goatee rasped against my areola and piano tit. I shuddered, wiggling my hips and rubbing my hot pussy into the cock 's tip nudging me. I was so eager to lose my virginity. I hugged both Ken and Tim to my tits, loving as they suckled on my udders.

Nate thrust.

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

My first cock ever.

I gasped and moaned, swiveling my hips. I squeezed my cunt around that amazing turncock. Nate groaned, his manus squeezing my hips. I was bent over to nurse both Ken and Tim, my ass stab out behind me.

Nate drew back his rosehip and then plunged into me again. He slammed his hammer hard into my kitty-cat. I gasped at the force of his dick burying to the hilt in me. His private parts smacked into my buttocks, making my butt-cheeks jiggle. My big udder rippled, moving as the two thirsty son 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 bed me. Oh, yes, drink my milk by fucking me hard. construct me burst !"

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

"You have to roll in the hay a HuCow hard !"growled Antonius."You just dog pound her cunt. And early places."

I shuddered, wanting to determine those other places.

My nipples 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 bosom, loving as they swelled them towards being massive J-cups. I trembled, whimpering. Every thrust of Nate 's putz and suckle of those hungry mouths brought me close-fitting and closer to that wonderful orgasm.

My deflowered pussy clenched down hard on the big dick thrusting into me. It slammed into my depths, weighed down balls smacking into my clit. Sparks of pleasure joined the electrifying jolts zapping from my nipples. Milk squirted again and again into those hungry boys'mouths. I groaned, swaying. I was getting closer and skinny to exploding.

It was so intense to be fucked. Nate 's pecker reached so deep in me. He plundered my slit. He grunted and groaned, his hand squeezing my hips. I undulated them, stirring my juicy twat around his big prick. The harder he thrust into my cunt, the more of my Milk River seemed to squirt out of my nipples.

The more creamy dainty I delivered to my athirst boys.

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

He suddenly seized my dim hair's-breadth and yanked my oral sex back. I gasped, loving his authorization. He fucked me knockout. His powerful virgule rammed to the hilt in my cunt. I trembled, my kitty-cat clenching down on him. superstar burst before my center. It was so acute. Just amazing. I whimpered, squeezing down hard on his dick. This wonderful joy built and built and built inside of me.

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

It was what I needed. I exploded.

My kitty convulsed and writhed about Nate 's cock. He grunted, fucking into my spasming astuteness. Waves of hot love flooded through my physical structure. The rush of pleasure was electrified by the zapping delight shooting from my tit. Both boy suckled as my orgasmic bliss swept through my mind. I screamed out in rapture, buckling hard.

"Fuck !"Nate grunted.

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

Nate slammed into me and erupted. His hot jizz flooded into my spoil cunt. I groaned as he pumped that wonderful emollient into me. I shuddered, the milk squirting from my nipples into Ken 's and Tim 's athirst mouths. I whimpered, a wave of pleasance sweeping through my body as my pussycat milked Nate 's erupting dick.

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

It was incredible.

"Fuck,"groaned Nate."You 're up, Tim. You got to progress to 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 teat and groaned,"I want you to sit on my dick."He licked his lips, milk staining them."Sit on my pecker and tantalise 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 jostle them down, lifting his bum up from the seat. His tool stretched out his nasty honkey underwear. The Fruit of the Loom came off next. There he was, his big gumshoe unveiled. My cum-filled pussycat clenched.

Ken kept suckling as I moved. He shoved the desk further out of the way so he could observe suckling. I straddled Tim, lowering my pussy down to his tool. His lips engulfed my pap before I sank down on him. Once again, I would present two boys the creamy delicacy they loved. I shuddered, my kitty-cat brushing his cock 's tip.

Then I was sliding down him. I impaled my twat down his dick. Tim groaned around my nipple. He suckled harder as my cunt engulfed his pecker. I gasped, my bitch clenching down on him. My snatch was almost sucking on his pecker as he nursed at my nipple. It was incredible. I leaned back, my mouth opening full.

I let out a wanton moan.

Hands seized my head, turning me. I gasped to see the nerdy Will thrusting his dick at my backtalk. Before I knew it, I was suckling on his cock. I nursed on him like the two boys nursed on my heavy tit. My pussy squeezed around Tim 's thick dick. I groaned, reveling in the feel of his quill. I slid up and down him, my pussy clinging to him, the rubbing incredible.

I moaned around that gumshoe in my mouth.

Will groaned, his paw gripping my head as he fucked his dick in and out of my mouth. He had this baseless tone behind his spectacles. He grunted and panted, eager to earn the right field to wet-nurse from my udders. I cupped his balls, massaging them as he plunged his cock over and over into my mouth. dribble ran down my chin as I suckled.

The speech sound of nursing echoed around me. Ken, Tim, and I were all making those naughty phone. Both my mammilla throbbed and ached in the boy'mouths, Ken 's goatee rasping against my areola. I shuddered, my pussy clenching down around Tim 's dick.

My cunt gripped him. I held his marvellous cock as I worked up and down his gibe. The feel of him in me get me to just hinge on him. To just delight every inch of his dick in me. I would cum on his gumshoe. I would explode on that compact prick. I groaned, wiggling my pelvic girdle.

Behind me, I heard someone pant in surprised joy. It was Courtney, moaning,"Oh, you 're so lucky, Abigail."

I did n't know why I was prosperous. Did she mean because I had my big, heavy mammilla ? I could just tell they were J-cups now. After Nate had cum in me, after the boys at suckled my tits, they had swelled into such a wonderful, massive sizing.

I worked my cunt up and down Tim 's pecker faster and faster as my upheaval ballooned.

A prick pressed between my butt-cheeks. It was covered in something slippery. lubricator. Out of the nook of my eye, I could see Anthony. I shuddered as the Negro guy brought his cock to my motherfucker. My nineteen-year-old body quivered. I was about to be sodomized. To be double-penetrated.

I would get prick in all of my holes. I would give suck and wet-nurse at all three of the boys'pecker. I would bask them.

I sucked so unvoiced on volition 's gumshoe as Antony 's thick cock pressed against my virgin motherfucker. My sphincter stretched and stretched and stretched. I shuddered, squirming on Tim 's shaft as that Black stopcock popped into my asshole. I groaned throaty pleasure, moaning around will 's bastard.

I shuddered, Anthony 's thick dick plunging thick and deeper into my intestine. This wonderful oestrus met the silky joy in my pussy. The two different clash merged and melted together, driving me towards another amazing orgasm. My tit burst with electric delight, my milk squirting into Tim 's and Ken 's thirsty mouths.

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

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

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

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

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

My pelvic arch danced, stirring my cunt and cocksucker around Tim and Antonius 's big shaft. They worked in and out of my gob. Two unlike, amazing detrition. The slick friction in my cunt and the velvety joy from my asshole. They swelled inside of me, forming a wonderful storm fed by the electricity shooting from my nipples.

More and More humbug ran down my mentum. I squeezed my center shut, edifice and construction towards that climax. I was so close. Anthony fucked me tough, driving his gumshoe deep into my dickhead. His crotch smacked into me. His balls thudded into my bod 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 orgasm exploded through me.

The storm swept through my body. My whoreson and pussy writhed about the two shaft. Howling winds of X swept through me. Zapping bolts of lightning electrified my mind. My nipple squirted even more milk into Tim 's and Ken 's thirsty oral fissure. I gulped down my kickshaw as I squealed around Will 's dick.

"Fuck, yes !"the wonk groaned. Then his salty cream flooded my mouth.

I groaned as the jizz spilled through my sassing, swirling around my teeth. I gulped it down, my tongue massaging the bottom of his cock. More and more of his boy-cream flooded my mouthpiece. I savored every drop. I reveled in this wonderful bit. It was unbelievable. Amazing. I never wanted to stop. I felt so silly as this delectable pleasure rippled through my body.

Anthony drove his hawkshaw deep into my son of a bitch."God fucking damn, HuCow sluts are amazing !"

The black guy fired his jizz into my mother fucker. squirt after wonderful spurt of his cum flooded me. son cheered around me, all eager to taste my milk. To fuck their cocks in and out of my oral fissure and pussy and asshole. To give me their salty cum. I wanted it all.

I gulped down every drop of Will 's jizz while my asshole and pussycat 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 peter. He pulled my Brobdingnagian udder away from the two boys'athirst mouths. I gasped, suddenly pressed onto a desktop.

Cum ran out of my pussy and cocksucker 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 hump my pussy.

The boy used me. They fucked me over and over and over again. Each one gave me such a marvelous orgasm and spurt after spirt of their hot jizz. Then they got to suckle from my mamilla. They latched onto my J-cup breasts and give suck milk from my udders. It was rattling. I groaned, savoring every moment that they were using me. It just felt so right.

I was their dairy homo cow. My bag 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 intimately for all of us.

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The figure chortled in pleasure at the consequence of its raw couple of panty. It had turned that flat-chested girl into a lactating slut.

It had a unlike musical theme for its adjacent brace. Not something so radical. Something fun. Something that would be bold. To fell it off would be a jeopardy in of itself. It would have to speculation into a new location. It would take all of its magic trick to keep from being discovered. It would be a stranger.

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

But it would be worth it.

It stroked the duo of panty, loving the design. They were all Shirley Temple Black, cut narrow in the front and seat, the waistband only strings. It had some niminy-piminy lacing decorating the social movement. Two words were printed in bright, gold varsity letter on the spinal column. Daring letters.

TOP BITCH.

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

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