Mind-Control Panties

Story Thirteen HuCow 's Delicious Milk

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The figure moved with ease through the department store. It was excited to allow for its current span of step-in behind in this location. After the last one, cherry Tart, had made enchantress White into a incessant Virgin, the frame wanted to try another form of body modification. It had an idea for a delicious one. It was why the current couple of panties looks so a lot like the white and smutty radiation diagram of a dairy cow. There was a simple-minded question written on the rear.

Got Milk River ?

The figure was eager for this new fun. Mind-controlling girls gave it such a rush, but transforming them was just as much fun. There were so many loathly things it could do with this magic. This game was exciting. It could n't hold off for that wonderful hurry that imposing its will on its target would bring.

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

The shoppers in the Brobdingnagian box store paid no regard to the design. It slipped between them, almost flowing like shadows. Nonde*********** and unremarkable vestige. Its true form was utterly alien, but they did n't see it as anything more than than the background. Their eyes slid across the trope to stare at what they really were here for.

All the stuff goods spread out before them. The wealth of nation brought to their fingertips.

They had no idea how golden 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 name and address : the Junior Miss section. It was for girls who were ten to thirteen to shop at. Of course, its target was older than that. Not that she looked it. That 's what made her gross. On a rack holding bras that were little more than flight simulator, it draped the step-in.

The bod shuddered, tidal bore for the fun to begin. Then it flitted away. It moved through the shopping bunch, heading back towards the depot 's automatic door. The mist awaited. Back to its lair to watch the fun.

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

Abigail Hart hated having to go to the Junior Miss section 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 equalise. She barely qualified as an A-cup. She kept hoping and hoping her breasts would uprise, but nothing seemed to run. Not any of the apocryphal ideas she 'd generate off the Internet— she 'd drunk whole Milk River every day for a year and had nothing to show for it—nor did the suggestions from her ally.

She played with her nipples when she masturbated.

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

She wanted them to be bad. She 'd resolve for a B-cup. Something to a greater extent than the petty mosquito bites she currently had. Something that would take in her flavour anything close to her age.

Because of her childish soma, she was funny of any guy who wanted to appointment her. They were always such pervs. The rest of the boys wanted girls with big knocker. immense beak. The type of riotous perspirer pillows they could cuddle up to.

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

At nineteen, it was arduous to maintain believing that.

She sighed when she reached the bra department. She hated having to crop here. She could n't get anything sexy. She was n't even certainly why she bothered. Like I need any documentation, she thought. The entirely thing that had developed were nipples. They were getting bigger. When they got hard, they were obtrusive. And that just embarrassed her. At to the lowest degree a grooming bra helped to hide out 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 farm cow normal on them. She frowned, her fingers sliding over the letters. A tingle rippled through her. opinion of buying a new bra were abandoned.

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

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

A gymnastics four-in-hand had learned that.

Then Abigail was out the room access and heading home with foreign mind of large mammaries, clayey udders, filling her Brigham Young mind.

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Abigail Moss Hart




I stared down at my flat chest and throw off my head word. Every morning, I hoped that something would happen.

That there would be some amount of increment that would 've happened overnight. They were barely Thomas More than bulge. My tit had developed nicely, my ring of color encompassing, my nubs thick. When erect, they thrust out fairly far. There were young woman my age, like Courtney, with teat much bigger who did n't ingest tit half my size of it. It was so unfair.

I 'd rather birth modest pap and vast tits then the reverse.

"I 'm never going to get a beau,"I muttered. I stared at myself in the mirror. I had no hip. I was n't even five foot tall. At nineteen, I 'd given up promise of gaining any to a greater extent height. I would forever be scant. My female parent had 3 inch on me and D cupful to boot. Why had genetics abandoned me ?

I threw on my new couplet 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 breasts. My tit. I could almost fantasy that if I put on these pantie, I would originate huge bosom. Just the largest bag. Bigger than replicate D 's. Then F-cups. Then G or maybe even in H-cups.

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

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

I stepped into the scanty and groaned as that chill raced up my thighs. I wiggled my coxa, my flesh electrified. So incredible. My nipple hardened. The naughty itch formed in my cunt. Huge mammaries danced in my creative thinker. Just the braggart, piano breast. It made me want to masturbate. To get out the knocker ticker and finger's breadth my twat while stimulating my nipple.

But I had to get to my college.

I smoothed the black and white panties over my can and then traced the sash around to the figurehead. They fit perfectly. I kinda liked the look. Like I was a dairy cow. I could be a homo cow with big udders just full of creamy milk.

Milk ?

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

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

I thought her name was Hitomi J-cup.

Gosh, she was so lucky.

I sighed, my fingerbreadth smoothing down the front of the panty. My nipples continued to tingle. I glanced down at them, fat and long, the sodding size marrow for woman with big breasts. It was like they were taunting me. I hissed in frustration and grabbed my training bra. I lifted it up and an exasperate fire burned in my belly. It was something for a niggling girl to hold out.

bloodline boiling, I threw it down in snarling frustration and grabbed the shirt I was going to assume. It was a purple baby doll t-shirt with a V-neckline. I pulled it over my head and wiggled it around my slender body. Another thing a twelve-year-old would wear, but it fit me. My pap poked at the front end, and I did n't care for once.

At to the lowest degree my teat were developed.

I shoved my legs violently into my jeans. I was just so fed up with that all. nineteen ! nineteen and with the pocket-size pap ever. I worked my pants up my second joint while shaking my promontory. All my friends had developed. I had to watch Jennifer and Courtney and Melissa and Beverly and Janiqua all grow tits. They all got excited as they went from A-cups to B-cups and some went to C-cups. Courtney even made it to a D-cup.

All the boy loved her.

I buttoned up my jeans and zipped up my fly. I slipped on my ankle socks and popped my foot into my tennis place. I snagged my bookbag and purse, made sure I had my cell phone, and then I was out of my sleeping accommodation. I grabbed a pop tart from the toaster and nibbled on as I headed out the front room access. The sun was bright, shining. I felt it warming my skin as I headed to the college, this tingling rippled around my nipples. I knew I should 've worn a bra. I was feeling the textile of my shirt rubbing against my centre. 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 day. I sucked a few rat off my fingers, walking past adult who looked down at me. A lot of them were noticing me and shaking their heads. angriness burned through me.

What ? Had they never seen a poor womanhood ?

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

I reached my college, the metropolis buses dropping off some student, other college scholarly person driving their own cars or walking in like me. A flood of them was heading towards the front door. They were all taller than me. It was the regretful. Everywhere I went, I was the shortest person. My understructure smacked on the pavement, my pocketbook swinging off my shoulder, my bookbag bouncing behind me. A few of the scholarly person smiled at me. Then they frowned and stared at my t-shirt.

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

"I 'm just mad,"I said, walking past her and those lush sweater puppy she always was showing off. She wore a top so crocked that it molded to her mamilla. 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.

"time lag, Abigail,"she called after, I was just so furious. I marched into the master construction and ignored her and her big mammaries.

Everyone was looking at me. It made the tingles in my nipples worse. I felt so firmly and throbbing right now. I could just find the textile of my purple t-shirt mould to them. Teasing my heart and soul. Everyone stared at me. They had to make out that I was aroused.

My cheeks burned as I stalked through the school.

"Uh, you know your leaking,"said Bruce. He was a tall guy, over six feet, so he loomed over me. He had brown hair and a soul plot on his Kuki. He was on the basketball team, a handsome guy. My heart and soul fluttered a lilliputian. He had a great grin and this sort of dashing expression in his eyes.

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

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

I stared down at my chest of drawers and ...

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

"I have breasts,"I gasped. They were pocket-size, little to a greater extent than budding mounds. But they were handsome 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 words flashed in my judgment. I had milk. Breast milk.

Tingles raced out of my panties. My hands grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up my body. rightfulness there in the hallway, not caring that other student were passing us, I stripped. I pulled my shirt up and up, the wet cloth peeling away from my fat nipples. I bunched my shirt up beneath my armpits, exposing my new titty. I gazed at them in awe. They had a shape to them, a perky firmness. And there, beading from my nipples, was white milk.

"Christ, your lactating,"he groaned.

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

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

Other student were watching as the tall Bruce knelt down. Even kneeling he had the altitude to gain my breasts. I groaned as his script gripped my sides. Then his backtalk nuzzled into my mammilla. I gasped as he latched onto my right nub. He sealed his mouth about my fat nipple, his brim pressing warm against my ring of color.

He suckled.

chill raced through my body as I felt the milk squirting out of my nipple into his backtalk. I groaned, my hands balling tight. It felt so amazing. My nipple felt connected straight to my pussy. My cunt clenched as very much as my fist, drunkenness in the exciting maven of my milk squirting out of my nub.

He suckled again, groaning as he tasted my titty milk. A repelling shudder ran through me. Thomas More cream beaded on my former nub. I swept up my digit across my nipple as Bruce nursed. He groaned with hunger as he feasted on my creamy treat. I held up my fingerbreadth glistening with the pearly drop.

I brought it to my mouth.

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

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

I nodded."Oh, please preserve suckling."

Around us, our boyfriend schoolmate were watching. Bruce sucked my left nipple back into his mouthpiece, latching onto that fat nub. I groaned as he suckled, my milk squirting into his mouth. Both his hands slid up my torso to cup my breasts.

He kneaded and massaged my niggling agglomerate. I gasped as a stream of white snap from my compensate mammilla and soared over his shoulder to splash wastefully on the level. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as he suckled. This felt so amazing.

He squeezed my titty again, the stream squirting harder into his mouth while my right mammilla erupted with more of my white cream. This time, I cupped my hand before my right tit and savored the hot milk splashing against my skin. I shuddered at the sight of my creamy treat pooling in the palm of my handwriting. I brought it up to my mouth, eager to taste more than of it.

I sucked it into my mouth, the wondrous treat bursting to life across my mouthful buds.

So sweet.

I licked at my palm, loving every trace I could find. My other manus was already covering my pap, getting drenched as he squeezed again, my mammilla squirting. Beads of hot milk ran across my paw. I quickly brought it up to my mouth, licking and lapping and savoring my creamy dainty. I could n't desolate a single drop of it.

It was too good.

I trembled, my hips wiggling as he kneaded my tits and nursed from me. My cuckoo was on fire. I kept licking impudent ointment off my palms, switching my manus, loving it. I groaned, the tingles racing from my snatch, maybe from my panty. They surged up and up to my tits to micturate me into a delicious man cow. I shuddered, my creamy delicacy flooding Bruce 's mouth.

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

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

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

I shrugged, not sure what to say. Then I stared down at my nipple and gasped. The remark around me faded as I stared at my chest. milk was squirting wastefully from my right nipple as I shuddered at the vision of my boobs. 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 fervor. I was in the middle of the hall with half of my college staring at me, otherwise, I 'd do something about my horny itch. I would masturbate.

Bruce suckled and then groaned. For once, I did n't feel that naughty tingle caused by the milk squirting out of my tit. He popped his mouth off, shaking his psyche. Then he darted over to my right nipple. He latched on and suckled hard. I gasped as a hot jet of Milk flooded his backtalk. But when he nursed a second gear fourth dimension, nothing.

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

"Those are a nice pair of boobs,"said Susan Anthony, a tall, lightlessness guy with a shaved head."Damn mulct mammilla. I never noticed you have those before, Abigail."

"Because she did n't give birth nipple before,"Courtney said."Damn, I would n't have thought that lactating would cause 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 panty ? Just because I said that wonderful doubt printed on the rear, Got Milk ? It was so anserine. Neither panties nor saying a idiom could have turned me into a human dairy cow. They would n't make my tits to tumesce and ease up me creamy milk for all the son to enjoy.

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

I felt amazing as I strolled forward. My pussy was juicy. If I did n't feature a class to get to, I would do something about it. My knocker had a wondrous spring to them as I moved through the hallway. My classmates were staring at me.

For once, they could enjoin I was n't a short girl.

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

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

I finally had melon vine. hooter. Delicious sweater puppy. trusted, they were n't the biggest, but they were such an improvement. I felt like a million bucks as I headed into my foremost class. My prof, Mr. Abernathy, blinked at the slew of my knocker. He had this thirsty look in his eyes as I sat down in the front end row. I grinned at him, arching my back to thrust out my new breasts at him.

I could severalise he loved my babies.

It was so arduous not to play with my nipples during socio-economic class. I just wanted to pull off them. To touch them. They kept tingling as the textile of my jersey caressed them. I loved how my tits moved. My kitty was hot, making me squirm which made my breasts jiggle all the time. Poor Mr. Abernathy kept stumbling through his lecture. He was paying Thomas More attention to my tatas then on what he was supposed to be teaching us.

That made me sense like a million bucks.

I headed to my next class, a grouping of guys hovering around me. They were so cute. 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 marvellous bounce to my step, making my boob bounce for all the delectation of the boys. I had never felt better about myself in my life.

I was a human cow and loved it.

I entered my future class and there was Mark Antony. He was sitting in the backrest, his heading turning over to appear at me. His heart flicked up and down my physical body. The blackness guy rubbed his hand across the shaved head."Are you 're tits a little bigger than they were ?"

I glanced down and groaned in delight. They did appear bigger. They looked like they were C-cups now. A little fuller, little rounder. I could tell by the little strip of tegument between the freighter of my t-shirt and the waistband of my jeans, proving that I 'd grown in volume.

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

I grinned, seeing the little white spots growing where my arduous nubs pressed into the t-shirt 's material."Guess so."

"So, you got any milk for me."

Got ... Milk River ...

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

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

"Well, it has its rewards,"I said, cupping my lush C-cup knocker. I shook them at him, a wicked smile on my mouth. My pussy clenched, my succus soaking the dairy-cow-pattern panties.

His night bridge player took my own mitt 's place. He squeezed my mamilla. I shuddered, loving the way his dark finger massaged my pinhead. He gave them both a good squeeze, causing my milk to squirt out and splash his chest of drawers. The little droplets soaked into his dark-green T-shirt, a bit of emollient bead on the publish logo.

"hoot, you 're just a squirter."

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

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

Anthony leaned down and he sucked on my left teat. I groaned as his dark mouth sealed about my fat, pink nub. He suckled and my wonderful Milk River flowed into his mouth. I groaned as his custody slid down my stomach. His fingers stroked dispirited and lour, teasing me.

I gasped as his digit brushed my bellybutton and dipped into the minuscule 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 cincture of my jeans. He stroked across the dungaree, his hand brushing my fastener.

SNAP !

I groaned as he shoved his script into my pants. My fly rasped opened, the slide fastener moving downward. I shuddered, his cheeks hollowing as he suckled hard. My milk squirted into his hungry mouth, sending trembles shooting down to my cunt. His finger's breadth dipped into the waistband of those gamey step-in. He slid through my bush.

Went lower.

I gasped as he cupped my virgin pussy. I felt his middle finger sliding up and down my wet dent. I shuddered, this pleasure rippling through me. Everyone was watching as he fingered my Virgo the Virgin fathead, sending such naughty pleasure rippling through me.

My coat of arms went around his head, cradling the sexy Black guy to my round breasts. I closed my eyes, loving him nursing at my teat. He stroked me. His finger moved up and down, teasing my labia. His touch coaxed out my piffling clitoris from its lens hood. I gasped as it burst with sparks from the first time he touched me.

I gasped in delectation, shuddering as he rubbed that little bud for a here and now. His finger danced along as he suckled. My milk squirted into his backtalk. He nursed with such hunger. I trembled, my succus soaking his digits.

"Yes, yes, salute it all down,"I panted."It 's so good for you. Ooh, wassail my milk. It 'll stimulate you even stronger."

He sucked with military unit. His rim engulfed more than and Sir Thomas More of my areola. My milk fired into his backtalk. Every fourth dimension he nursed, delight jolted down to my puss. My cunt clenched, drinking in the lightning while spark flared from my clit. The two different sensation blend and swirled inside of my cunt.

"Damn, those pap are mystify,"groaned Tim.

"Yeah,"Will croaked.

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

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

I shuddered and opened my eyes. I groaned in delight as I stared down. My boob were growing fuller. They were expanding as he nursed. It was a elusive change, but I could just see their enhanced growth. They were round and full moon, heavy. I could feel the shifting in my attitude as I adjusted myself to the increased weighting of my mammaries.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I stroked his bald-shaved head. I caressed him, loving the feel of his slurred lips wrapped around my nipple. The quantity of suck he created was unbelievable. My succus flowed out of me. I whimpered and groaned.

"Oh, yes,"I panted.

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

I loved being a human dairy cow. I loved nursing sexy guys. Mark Antony suckled with such hungriness. His left hand grabbed my right tit, squeezing. I felt my milk squirting out of my tit and into his oral cavity with such force.

I gasped, the delight swelling inside of me. I could n't take much More of this. His thumb rubbed my clit. His mouth nursed at my nipple. His fingers caressed my labia. They danced up and down my slit, brushing my hymen. He stroked all my naughty bits.

"Susan B. Anthony !"I howled.

"Oh, yes, that 's incredible !"

I came.

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

It was incredible. Stars burst before my eyes. My head tossed from side to side, my black hairsbreadth dancing about my shoulders. My left breast swayed, moving with a big weight. I gasped, Anthony kneading my tit, milking me as he suckled.

My clit throbbed and ached beneath his massaging thumb.

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

My mammilla were even bigger now. I had to consume Double D 's now. I now had pap as big as my mother. I groaned and gasped, the pleasure reaching that marvelous pinnacle of Adam. I hit it as he suckled out the concluding of my breast Milk River. I groaned, a final exam shudder racing through me. Then I was panting. Gasping. I shook my headspring, dizzy from the pleasure.

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

He held up his fingers, soaked in my juices. 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 puppy. My T-shirt was so mingy. It rode up, showing off my bellybutton now. I groaned, my knocker constrained, the textile stretched over them. It was arrant. I loved it. I hoped they would get bigger.

J-cups, here I come !

Panting, I thrust up my jeans. I headed to my seat, my large white meat jiggling and swaying with my every movement. I sat down and smiled as I watched them bounce at the bottom of my visual modality. These were everything I wanted. Maybe they would grow great and I would get my J-cups. I struggled to focus on the lesson, to rise my education, but all I could guess about was milk.

Creamy, gabardine, cherubic chest milk. I could feel the delight slowly filling my mamilla. I was generating more and more. My massive bag were getting make to entertain more boys. They needed it. They had to wassail my wonderful delectation. So incredible. I would give them all my creamy treats.

I could n't wait.

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

I bit my humble lip, my tee shirt flavour tighter and tighter. When I looked down, I knew my pap were bigger. They were swelling and swelling, becoming those monumental bag that I craved. Soon, they would be big enough to give suck permanently. Every boy or man would relish my milk as much as they wanted.

Lactophiles would adore me.

I bit my gloomy lip in anticipation.

Soon course of instruction was over. I stood up quickly just so my tits would bounce up and down. My jersey was riding up higher and gamy as they grew bigger and fully grown. It was turning into a belly shirt. Soon, would it even be capable to constrain my tit ?

Would I even need a shirt ?

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

It was so incredible. I had such a huge smile on my face as I entered my next socio-economic class. My tits bounced and jiggled, my nipples aching. Throbbing. They were filling up with all that yummy milk. All the pleasure for the boys to enjoy. Nursing them all would be unbelievable.

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

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

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

It was just in the way. v

I sauntered up to him, my tits jiggling. He turned in his seat, hungry. I gasped as he seized my right hand bosom and swallowed my teat. His whiskers rubbed against my silky flesh in my sensitive areola. I whimpered at the rasping sensation.

I shivered as he suckled.

My chest Milk fired into his back talk. It splashed as he suckled and nursed with force play. My toes curled. My pussy clenched. Such a wicked and trifle wafture of delight shot through me. It was incredible. Just what I craved. What I needed. I groaned, biting my turn down 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 white meat, leaning over to breastfeed with Nate. I groaned, holding both their foreland to my tits.

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

I watched them spring up. They went from F-cups to H-cups. I quivered, just two steps away from what I wanted to be. My breasts were heavy now. They were wide-cut 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 blond guy with his own goatee. He had a big, boylike grin on his lip."Why are you shaking that ass ?"

I nodded my head, whimpering."Being a human dairy farm cow is so hot. Makes my kitty 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 parole, but my panty tingled around me. I needed to be devoured. My virgin kitty-cat needed more than just finger's breadth. Ken groaned, licking his lip and brushing those golden roll surrounding his oral cavity.

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

"Yes,"I moaned.

I cradled both Nate and Tim to my tit as Ken yanked down my blue jean. He ripped them off my rump and down my thighs. They bunched around my ankles, my pussy clenching in anticipation. Every suckle from the two hunks nursing on me sent delight shooting down to my pussy.

"Damn, you 're wearing the right sort of panty, are n't you ?"said Ken."I ca n't wait to try your milk."

"I 'll bear enough for everyone,"I moaned, knowing it to be genuine. I could feel it filling my titty faster than the two boys could breastfeed it out. My human bag would just have adequate creamy treat for all the boys. I quivered, trembling as Ken dragged down my panty, exposing my ass and puss to everyone.

"darn, she might have the elevation of a short lady friend, but that rump is mature,"groaned Ken.

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

I shuddered as Ken kissed down the curvature of my can and dipped between my thigh. He nuzzled into my pussy. I gasped, his natural language flicking across my virgin prick. He brushed my folds and caressed my hymen. I quivered, my nipples throbbing and aching. Milk squirted from them as the two boys gulped it down with such hunger.

I trembled, my orgasm building and building.

Ken squeezed my rump as he fluttered his lingua up and down my slit. Ken licked up my juices. I could feel them dripping out of me, another Henry Sweet and creamy treat for the son to savour. He brushed my clit, sparks bursting from it just like bliss zapped from my nipples. I groaned, loving every moment of this. My toes curled in my skid, my pussy clenching deep inside.

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

"Oh, yes, yes, any boy that pleases me will get my milk,"I moaned, my black hair trembling about my naked shoulder."Oh, Ken, you 're going to get so much milk. Just get to me cum. Lick my pussy and make me explode."

"You 're going to swim me in your pussy ointment, and then I 'm going to suckle all the Milk out of your tits,"he growled.

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

I had three boys suckling on me. Both my mamilla and my clit throbbed and ached. They all sent such wondrous sparks of pleasure shooting through me. My nipples spurted their Milk River into the two male child'athirst oral fissure. They gulped it down, their strong hands kneading my growing tits.

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

I was coming closer and closemouthed to my orgasm. Ken 's goatee rasped against my pussy backtalk through my bush. His tongue fluttered against my virgin folds, pressing on my virginal membrane. He lapped up my angelical cream while the two other boys nursed on my unfermented milk. They gulped it down with such thirstiness. They were swelling my breasts larger and tumid.

I just knew I would win J-cups.

I would have those big boobies just like I wanted. toothsome udders. They would be stark. Just amazing. I whimpered, trembling as I hurtled towards that wonderful moment.

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

"I ca n't wait to realize you cum,"groaned Antonius. The tall, Black guy was grinning at me. I did n't recognise when he had arrived, but he stared at me with such hunger.

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

Ken latched onto my button again. He sucked hard, his goatee rubbing against my slit back talk. I shuddered, trembling. Both my teat throbbed while Tim sucked at the same meter. My Milk River squirted into their mouthpiece, sending dual jolts of lightning zapping down to my cunt. My Virgo twat became electrify. I gasped, the currents of bliss rushing through me.

I came.

My pussy convulsed and spasmed. I felt my succus gushing out of me. They flowed, spilling into Ken 's hungry back talk. He licked and lapped up my scented cream while my breast Milk continued to flow into Nate 's and Tim 's hungry maws. I shuddered, the sparks zapping through my mind.

superstar danced before my eyes.

I shuddered, my total body convulsing. My script grabbed my toilsome chest, squeezing out my milk into Nate 's and Tim 's suckling sass. I whimpered, my caput shaking. It was so expert. So wonderful.

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

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

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

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

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

Ken ripped his rima oris from my pussy. His work force gave my ass a final squeeze then he rose."Her cunt is all yours."

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

I gasped at the vision of his blonde goatee soaked in my succus. My pussy pick had utterly drenched him. I could smell it, a sweet aroma, but different from the delicious pick that squirted from my nipples. I groaned as he darted in and kissed me. I shuddered, tasting my cunt.

A zipper rasped behind me.

"Oh, Nate is going for that pussy,"Susan Brownell Anthony cheered."Go for it, dude. damn !"

"Booyah !"Nate shouted.

Just as Ken broke the kiss with me, I felt something pressing into my cunt. It was n't a mouth. It was n't a finger's breadth. It was heavyset. Spongy. I gasped as it slid up my pussy lips to my hymen. I threw a look behind me to see Nate standing.

Realization hit me.

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

"Yes, male child have to fuck me to drink my titty milk !"I moaned.

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

Ken latched onto my nipple, suckling hard. His rough goatee rasped against my areola and soft tit. I shuddered, wiggling my pelvic arch and rubbing my hot pussycat into the shaft 's tip nudging me. I was so eager to lose my virginity. I hugged both Ken and Tim to my titty, loving as they suckled on my udders.

Nate thrust.

I groaned, my nipples both bursting with flicker of joy as my hymen stretched and stretched. Pain flared, meeting the electrifying bliss flowing from my nipple. 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 low hammer ever.

I gasped and moaned, swiveling my hips. I squeezed my snatch around that amazing cock. Nate groaned, his hired hand squeezing my pelvic girdle. I was hang over to hold both Ken and Tim, my ass thrust out behind me.

Nate drew back his hips and then plunged into me again. He slammed his rooster hard into my pussy. I gasped at the force out of his tool burying to the hilt in me. His crotch smacked into my rump, making my butt-cheeks jiggle. My big udder 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, fuddle my Milk River by fucking me punishing. build me irrupt !"

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

"You have to fuck a HuCow hard !"growled Anthony."You just Ezra Loomis Pound her puss. And other places."

I shuddered, wanting to detect those other places.

My nipples throbbed and ached with more intensiveness. Being filled with Nate 's turncock made nursing my two male child even better. I hugged them to my big mamilla, loving as they swelled them towards being massive J-cups. I trembled, whimpering. Every drive of Nate 's hawkshaw and suckle of those thirsty mouths brought me cheeseparing and closer to that tremendous orgasm.

My deflowered cunt clenched down hard on the big shaft thrusting into me. It slammed into my profundity, operose balls smacking into my clit. Spark of pleasance joined the electrifying jolts zapping from my nipples. Milk squirted again and again into those hungry son'mouthpiece. 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 hand squeezing my hips. I undulated them, stirring my juicy twat around his big cock. The harder he thrust into my twat, the more of my milk seemed to squirt out of my nipples.

The more creamy treat I delivered to my hungry boys.

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

He suddenly seized my black whisker and yanked my nous back. I gasped, loving his dominance. He fucked me hard. His knock-down slash rammed to the hilt in my cunt. I trembled, my pussy clenching down on him. Stars fit before my eyes. It was so intense. Just amazing. I whimpered, squeezing down hard on his dick. This wonderful pleasure built and built and built inside of me.

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

It was what I needed. I exploded.

My pussy convulsed and writhed about Nate 's shaft. He grunted, fucking into my spasming astuteness. undulation of hot warmth flooded through my torso. The rush of pleasure was electrified by the zapping joy shooting from my teat. Both boys suckled as my orgasmic bliss swept through my nous. I screamed out in exaltation, buckling hard.

"Fuck !"Nate grunted.

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

Nate slammed into me and erupted. His hot jizz flooded into my vitiate pussy. I groaned as he pumped that wonderful ointment into me. I shuddered, the milk squirting from my nipples into Ken 's and Tim 's thirsty mouths. I whimpered, a wafture of joy sweeping through my trunk as my slit 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 cow who needed all the wonderful cream to swamp my body I could handle. I whimpered, the pleasance melting my creative thinker.

It was incredible.

"fuck,"groaned Nate."You 're up, Tim. You got to make 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 oral cavity off my pap and groaned,"I want you to sit on my dick."He licked his lips, milk staining them."Sit on my dick and rag me. Then I can keep breast feeding you."

I nodded, groaning as he sat down on a chair, shoving the desk away from him. He unzipped his jeans and shove them down, lifting his hind end up from the tush. His cock stretched out his pie-eyed whitey underwear. The Fruit of the Loom came off succeeding. There he was, his big dick unveiled. My cum-filled pussy clenched.

Ken kept suckling as I moved. He shoved the desk further out of the way so he could keep suckling. I straddled Tim, lowering my cunt down to his dick. His sass engulfed my nipple before I sank down on him. Once again, I would give two boys the creamy goody they loved. I shuddered, my pussy brushing his dick 's tip.

Then I was sliding down him. I impaled my twat down his dick. Tim groaned around my teat. He suckled harder as my twat engulfed his rooster. I gasped, my puss clenching down on him. My pussycat was almost sucking on his prick 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 mind, turning me. I gasped to see the nerdy will thrusting his hawkshaw at my mouth. Before I knew it, I was suckling on his peter. I nursed on him like the two boys nursed on my leaden mammilla. My purulent squeezed around Tim 's thick dick. I groaned, reveling in the feel of his shaft. I slid up and down him, my puss clinging to him, the friction incredible.

I moaned around that dick in my mouth.

Will groaned, his hands gripping my question as he fucked his dick in and out of my mouth. He had this uncivilized look behind his meth. He grunted and panted, aegir to make the right to breastfeed from my bag. I cupped his balls, massaging them as he plunged his prick over and over into my mouth. Drool ran down my chin as I suckled.

The speech sound of nursing echoed around me. Ken, Tim, and I were all making those racy audio. Both my nipples throbbed and ached in the boys'back talk, Ken 's goatee rasp against my areola. I shuddered, my cunt clenching down around Tim 's dick.

My snatch gripped him. I held his wondrous rooster as I worked up and down his dick. The spirit of him in me drove me to just ride him. To just enjoy every inch of his shaft in me. I would cum on his hawkshaw. I would explode on that thick cock. I groaned, wiggling my hips.

Behind me, I heard someone pant in storm delight. It was Courtney, moaning,"Oh, you 're so golden, Abigail."

I did n't know why I was lucky. Did she stand for because I had my big, with child tits ? I could just tell they were J-cups now. After Nate had cum in me, after the boy at suckled my tits, they had swelled into such a howling, massive size.

I worked my cunt up and down Tim 's cock faster and faster as my hullabaloo ballooned.

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

I would have dicks in all of my holes. I would wet-nurse and breastfeed at all three of the boys'shaft. I would savour them.

I sucked so hard on volition 's shaft as Anthony 's thick cock pressed against my virgin mother fucker. My sphincter stretched and stretched and stretched. I shuddered, squirming on Tim 's barb as that Black person cock popped into my cocksucker. I groaned throaty delight, moaning around volition 's prick.

I shuddered, Susan Brownell Anthony 's thick dick plunging deeper and recondite into my bowels. This marvellous heat met the silky delight in my pussy. The two different frictions merged and melted together, driving me towards another amazing coming. My nipples burst with electric joy, my milk squirting into Tim 's and Ken 's thirsty mouths.

"volition and I will swamp you with cum, HuCow jade,"growled Anthony as he bottoms out in my bowels."Goddamn, you 're fucking tight. You 're just a slight dairy slovenly woman, are n't you ?"

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

Anthony chuckled as he drew back his dick. My bowel clenched around his girth, the rubbing intense."That 's what I thought. You cum so hard. I 'm going to fill up your asshole with my cream and then breastfeed all that perfumed, afters Milk River out of your tits."

"Yes,"volition groaned, his turncock plunging heavily and quick in and out of my mouth."That sounds hot ! Do that to her !"

It was incredible. I was pleasing all the male child I could.

My hip joint danced, stirring my bitch and SOB around Tim and Susan B. Anthony 's big dick. They worked in and out of my muddle. Two different, amazing frictions. The silky clash in my cunt and the velvety delight from my asshole. They swelled interior of me, forming a rattling storm fed by the electrical energy shooting from my nipples.

More and more drool ran down my chin. I squeezed my eyes shut, building and building towards that climax. I was so close. Antony fucked me knockout, driving his dick deep into my dickhead. His genital organ smacked into me. His nut thudded into my anatomy over and over. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering as this amazing seventh heaven built inside of me. The violent 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 mother fucker and slit writhed about the two dicks. Howling malarkey of ecstasy swept through me. Zapping bolts of lightning electrified my mind. My pap squirted even more milk into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry sass. I gulped down my kickshaw as I squealed around Will 's dick.

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

I groaned as the jizz spilled through my lip, swirling around my teeth. I gulped it down, my tongue massaging the bottom of his cock. More and more of his boy-cream flooded my sass. I savored every drop. I reveled in this wondrous bit. It was incredible. Amazing. I never wanted to break off. I felt so dizzy as this toothsome pleasure rippled through my body.

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

The black guy fired his jizz into my dickhead. spirt after tremendous spurt of his cum flooded me. son cheered around me, all bore to savour my milk. To get it on their cocks in and out of my mouth and snatch and asshole. To give me their salty cum. I wanted it all.

I gulped down every drop curtain of will 's jizz while my asshole and cunt milked Tim and Antony dry.

Antony ripped his pecker out of my asshole. He seized me under my axillary fossa and hauled me off Tim 's putz. He pulled my immense udder away from the two boys'hungry backtalk. I gasped, suddenly pressed onto a desktop.

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

The boy used me. They fucked me over and over and over again. Each one gave me such a wonderful sexual climax and spurt after spurt of their hot jizz. Then they got to suck from my tits. They latched onto my J-cup breasts and wet-nurse milk from my udders. It was wonderful. I groaned, savoring every moment that they were using me. It just felt so right.

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

It worked out best for all of us.

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The figure chortled in delight at the resultant of its new pair of scanty. It had turned that flat-chested daughter into a wet slut.

It had a different musical theme for its future pair. Not something so radical. Something fun. Something that would be bluff. To drop it off would be a risk in of itself. It would have to venture into a new location. It would call for all of its conjuration to keep from being discovered. It would be a stranger.

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

But it would be worth it.

It stroked the pair of panties, loving the design. They were all black, cut narrow in the strawman and rear, the waistband only strings. It had some dainty lace decorating the front line. Two Scripture were printed in bright, gold letter on the spinal column. boldness letters.

TOP BITCH.

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

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