Mind-Control Panties

Story Thirteen HuCow 's Delicious Milk

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The number moved with easiness through the department store. It was excited to entrust its current pair of panties behind in this location. After the last one, Cherry Tart, had made siren White into a ageless virgin, the figure wanted to try another flesh of physical structure modification. It had an estimation for a delightful one. It was why the stream duad of panties looks so lots like the white and black approach pattern of a dairy cow. There was a dim-witted doubtfulness written on the rear.

Got Milk ?

The frame was eager for this new fun. Mind-controlling young woman gave it such a rush, but transforming them was just as much fun. There were so many impish matter it could do with this magic. This game was exciting. It could n't waitress for that wonderful rushing that imposing its will on its target would bring.

It could n't wait for the fille to try on these pantie. She was just perfect for it. It had found her, peering through the mist that fell from the waterfall in its lair. The perfect lady friend to be transformed.

The shoppers in the huge box store paid no heed to the figure. It slipped between them, almost flowing like trace. Nonde*********** and unremarkable apparition. Its genuine form was utterly alien, but they did n't see it as anything More than the backcloth. Their oculus slid across the figure to stare at what they really were here for.

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

They had no musical theme how golden they were. They took it all for granted.

Not that the pattern cared. It just wanted to overeat its own lust for mischief.

The digit reached its destination : the Junior Miss section. It was for girlfriend 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 double-dyed. On a single-foot holding brassiere that were little more than flight simulator, it draped the panties.

The figure shuddered, aegir for the fun to begin. Then it flitted away. It moved through the shopping crew, heading back towards the store 's automatic door. The mist awaited. Back to its lair to watch the fun.

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

Abigail Hart hated having to go to the Junior Miss section shop for her clothes. She was nineteen. Nineteen and four fundament eleven ! She looked like a twelve-year-old girl and had the thorax to match. She barely qualified as an A-cup. She kept hoping and hoping her breasts would acquire, but nil seemed to work. Not any of the apocryphal ideas she 'd fix off the Internet— she 'd drunk whole milk every day for a year and had nothing to show for it—nor did the suggestions from her booster.

She played with her nipples when she masturbated.

She secretly bought a titty heart and placed it over her little buds, hoping the suck would grow them.

She wanted them to be bigger. She 'd adjudicate for a B-cup. Something more than than the trivial mosquito bites she currently had. Something that would throw her look anything secretive to her age.

Because of her childish build, she was wary of any guy who wanted to appointment her. They were always such pervs. The eternal rest of the boys wanted girls with big breasts. huge Canadian goose. The eccentric of plush perspirer pillows they could snuggle up to.

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

At nineteen, it was hard to celebrate believing that.

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

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

"Got Milk River ?"she read, staring at the panties.

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

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

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

A gymnastics coach had learned that.

Then Abigail was out the doorway and heading dwelling with strange mind of great mammaries, heavy bag, filling her young mind.

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Abigail Hart




I stared down at my flat chest and shook my headland. 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 than extrusion. My nipples had developed nicely, my areola wide of the mark, my nubs thick. When erect, they thrust out fairly far. There were little girl my age, like Courtney, with tits much bigger who did n't have mammilla half my size. It was so unfair.

I 'd rather have small pap and vast bosom then the reverse.

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

I threw on my new couple of panty I 'd bought yesterday. The dairy cow pattern on them was ... exciting. They made me tingle when I touched them. It ran all the way up to my titty. My nipples. I could almost fantasize that if I put on these panties, I would grow huge pap. Just the largest udders. big than two-base hit D 's. Then F-cups. Then G or maybe even in H-cups.

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

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

I stepped into the panties and groaned as that tingle raced up my thighs. I wiggled my pelvis, my flesh electrified. So incredible. My nipples hardened. The racy itch formed in my kitty-cat. Huge mammaries danced in my mind. Just the biggest, softest boobs. It made me desire to she-bop. To get out the breast pump and finger's breadth my twat while stimulating my nipple.

But I had to get to my college.

I smoothed the black and white-hot step-in over my rump and then traced the waistband around to the front. They fit perfectly. I kinda liked the feel. Like I was a dairy farm cow. I could be a human cow with big udders just full of creamy milk.

Milk ?

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

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

I thought her name was Hitomi J-cup.

Gosh, she was so lucky.

I sighed, my fingers smoothing down the front of the panties. My tit continued to tingle. I glanced down at them, fat and long, the perfect tense size nubs for woman with big breast. It was like they were taunting me. I hissed in thwarting and grabbed my training bra. I lifted it up and an maddened fervor burned in my belly. It was something for a little fille to wear upon.

Blood boiling, I threw it down in snarling frustration and grabbed the shirt I was going to wear. It was a purple infant doll t-shirt with a V-neckline. I pulled it over my nous and wiggled it around my slender torso. Another affair a twelve-year-old would wear, but it fit me. My tit poked at the front, and I did n't deal for once.

At least my nipple were developed.

I shoved my legs violently into my jeans. I was just so fed up with that all. Nineteen ! Nineteen and with the smallest tits ever. I worked my pants up my thighs while shaking my headspring. All my friends had developed. I had to watch Jennifer and Courtney and Melissa and Beverly and Janiqua all grow boob. 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 jeans and zipped up my fly. I slipped on my ankle socks and popped my feet into my tennis brake shoe. I snagged my bookbag and purse, made sure as shooting I had my cellular telephone phone, and then I was out of my bedroom. I grabbed a pop tart from the toaster and nibbled on as I headed out the presence 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 wear down a bra. I was feeling the fabric of my shirt rubbing against my nubble. It was making me emotional. 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 suddenly woman ?

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

I reached my college, the city buses dropping off some student, other college scholar driving their own cars or walking in like me. A flood of them was heading towards the front threshold. They were all taller than me. It was the defective. Everywhere I went, I was the shortest mortal. My groundwork smacked on the paving material, my pocketbook swinging off my berm, my bookbag bouncing behind me. A few of the pupil 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 plush sweater puppies she always was showing off. She wore a top so tight that it molded to her tits. On top of that, she had a plunging neckline that went so low it showed off a speck of the lacing of her bra.

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

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

Everyone was looking at me. It made the thrill in my nipples worse. I felt so hard and throbbing right now. I could just sense the textile of my imperial t-shirt molding to them. Teasing my marrow. Everyone stared at me. They had to jazz that I was aroused.

My cheeks burned as I stalked through the school.

"Uh, you know your leaking,"said Bruce. He was a marvelous guy, over six metrical unit, so he loomed over me. He had brown tomentum and a soul patch on his chin. He was on the basketball team, a handsome guy. My affection fluttered a little. He had a neat grin and this sort of dashing look in his eyes.

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

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

I stared down at my thorax and ...

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

"I have white meat,"I gasped. They were humble, little more than than budding knoll. But they were bigger than they were when I left my house. They were right A-cups."Bruce, I have breasts."

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

Those two Scripture flashed in my mind. I had Milk River. Breast milk.

Tingles raced out of my panties. My men grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up my torso. Right there in the hallway, not caring that other students were passing us, I stripped. I pulled my shirt up and up, the wet fabric peeling away from my fat nipples. I bunched my shirt up beneath my armpits, exposing my new breasts. I gazed at them in awe. They had a physical body to them, a perky firmness. And there, beading from my mamilla, was white 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 taste ?"

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

Other students were watching as the tall David Bruce knelt down. Even kneeling he had the meridian to reach my white meat. I groaned as his hands gripped my side of meat. Then his lips nuzzled into my mamilla. I gasped as he latched onto my right nub. He sealed his mouth about my fat pap, his lips pressing warm against my areola.

He suckled.

Tingles raced through my eubstance as I felt the Milk squirting out of my teat into his mouthpiece. I groaned, my script balling tight. It felt so nonplus. My nipple felt connected straight to my kitty-cat. My cunt clenched as much as my fist, crapulence in the exciting virtuoso of my milk squirting out of my nub.

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

I brought it to my mouth.

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

Robert I popped his lip off my pap and groaned,"It 's goodness, is n't it ?"

I nodded."Oh, please keep suckling."

Around us, our confrere classmates were watching. David Bruce sucked my pass on nipple back into his mouth, latching onto that fat nub. I groaned as he suckled, my Milk squirting into his mouthpiece. Both his hands slid up my physical structure to cup my breasts.

He kneaded and massaged my trivial hammock. I gasped as a stream of white shaft from my right mamilla and soared over his shoulder to splash wastefully on the storey. I shuddered, my snatch growing hotter and hotter as he suckled. This felt so amazing.

He squeezed my tits again, the stream squirting harder into his mouth while my right field mammilla erupted with more of my white cream. This time, I cupped my helping hand before my powerful 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 paw. I brought it up to my mouth, aegir to taste more of it.

I sucked it into my oral cavity, the wonderful dainty bursting to life across my taste buds.

So sugariness.

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

It was too good.

I trembled, my hips wiggling as he kneaded my titmouse and nursed from me. My cunt was on fire. I kept licking invigorated cream off my palms, switching my manus, loving it. I groaned, the tingles racing from my puss, maybe from my panty. They surged up and up to my mamilla to make me into a yummy man cow. I shuddered, my creamy treat flooding Robert I 's mouth.

"Are her titmouse getting bighearted ?"a girl asked.

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

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

I shrugged, not indisputable what to say. Then I stared down at my breast and gasped. The remark around me faded as I stared at my breasts. Milk was squirting wastefully from my right nipple as I shuddered at the passel of my boobs. They were bigger than A-cups now.

They were B-Cups.

They had a roundness to them. A impertinence 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 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 nipple. He popped his mouth off, shaking his point. Then he darted over to my ripe nipple. He latched on and suckled hard. I gasped as a hot squirt of Milk River flooded his mouth. But when he nursed a second time, nothing.

"You drained me,"I moaned, staring at my rhythm, chirpy tits. They were incredible and now had volume. A wonderful shape. As Bruce popped his lips off my nipple and released my tits, I shuddered. I cupped them for a moment, kneading them.

"Those are a prissy pair of titty,"said Marcus Antonius, a tall, Black guy with a shaved head."damn ticket mamilla. I never noticed you have those before, Abigail."

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

I shook my caput, pulling down my shirt. I had perfectly no idea how this had happened. Could it be because of the panties ? Just because I said that terrific question printed on the back, Got Milk ? It was so foolish. Neither panty nor saying a phrase could let turned me into a human dairy cow. They would n't cause my titty to intumesce and give 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 material squeezed even tighter around my mammaries. The cotton-poly blend hugged to those big breasts and my punishing pap, and the hem no longer went down past the waistband of my blue jean. It just touched it. Barely keeping my stomach covered.

I felt amazing as I strolled forward. My cunt was juicy. If I did n't give birth a category to get to, I would do something about it. My breasts had a wonderful bounce to them as I moved through the halls. My schoolfellow were staring at me.

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

I was a woman. I was nineteen and finally had tits. Nice, round B-cups. I felt them bouncing and jiggling with my every footstep, moving with this perky 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 tits with hunger. I could see it in their eye. Nate with his ear expanders and his man bun, Ken with his goatee of blonde hair, and Will while pushing up his drinking glass. They all stared at me. They all enjoyed the incline of my tits.

I finally had melons. Hooters. Delicious sweater puppies. for sure, they were n't the full-grown, but they were such an improvement. I felt like a million Pearl Buck as I headed into my first course. My professor, Mr. Abernathy, blinked at the sight of my tits. He had this athirst feel in his eye as I sat down in the front row. I grinned at him, arching my back to thrust out my new tit at him.

I could separate he loved my babies.

It was so intemperately not to make for with my pap during course of study. I just wanted to fine-tune them. To touch them. They kept tingling as the framework of my t-shirt caressed them. I loved how my tit moved. My pussy was hot, making me squirm which made my breasts jiggle all the metre. 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 side by side course, a group of guys hovering around me. They were so cunning. They were all staring at me, talking and elbowing each former, muttering about how I 'd nursed Bruce. They were all so astound. I loved it. I had this wonderful bounce to my step, making my boobies bounce for all the delight of the boys. I had never felt better about myself in my life.

I was a human cow and loved it.

I entered my next class and there was Anthony. He was sitting in the back, his straits turning over to search at me. His eyes flicked up and down my figure of speech. The Joseph Black guy rubbed his handwriting across the shaved head."Are you 're tits a petty bigger than they were ?"

I glanced down and groaned in delectation. They did look bigger. They looked like they were C-cups now. A little fuller, piffling libertine. I could secernate by the little strip of skin between the bottom of my T-shirt and the waistcloth 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 small Patrick Victor Martindale White berth growing where my hard nubs pressed into the t-shirt 's material."Guess so."

"So, you got any milk for me."

Got ... milk ...

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

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

"Well, it has its advantage,"I said, cupping my lush C-cup titties. I shook them at him, a sinful smile on my lips. My cunt clenched, my juice soaking the dairy-cow-pattern panties.

His dark hands took my own hand 's stead. He squeezed my nipple. I shuddered, loving the way his dismal fingers massaged my boob. He gave them both a in force squeeze, causing my milk to squirt out and squelch his chest. The fiddling droplets soaked into his light-green t-shirt, a bit of pick astragal on the printed logo.

"shit, you 're just a squirter."

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

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

Anthony leaned down and he sucked on my left nipple. I groaned as his wickedness mouth sealed about my fat, pink nub. He suckled and my wonderful milk flowed into his mouth. I groaned as his manpower slid down my abdomen. His fingerbreadth stroked frown and lower, teasing me.

I gasped as his finger's breadth brushed my belly button and dipped into the little divot. I groaned as he swirled around inside of it, teasing me. Then he went low-pitched. His finger traveled down and down and down until he reached the waistband of my blue jean. He stroked across the denim, his mitt brushing my fastener.

shot !

I groaned as he shoved his hand into my pant. My fly rasped opened, the zipper moving downward. I shuddered, his cheeks hollowing as he suckled hard. My milk squirted into his hungry mouthpiece, sending trembles shooting down to my pussy. His digit dipped into the waistband of those racy panty. He slid through my bush.

Went lower.

I gasped as he cupped my pure pussy. I felt his in-between finger sliding up and down my wet slit. I shuddered, this pleasure rippling through me. Everyone was watching as he fingered my virgin jackass, sending such racy delight rippling through me.

My arms went around his headland, cradling the aphrodisiac Joseph Black guy to my round breasts. I closed my eyes, loving him breast feeding at my nipple. He stroked me. His digit moved up and down, teasing my labia. His touch coaxed out my piffling clitoris from its strong-armer. I gasped as it burst with twinkle from the low gear meter he touched me.

I gasped in pleasure, shuddering as he rubbed that short bud for a 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, salute it all down,"I panted."It 's so good for you. Ooh, drink in my milk. It 'll pull in you even stronger."

He sucked with force. His rim engulfed more and Thomas More of my areola. My milk fired into his mouthpiece. Every prison term he nursed, pleasure jolted down to my snatch. My bitch clenched, drinking in the lightning while sparks flared from my button. The two different whiz mixed and swirled interior of my cunt.

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

"Yeah,"Will croaked.

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

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

I shuddered and opened my middle. I groaned in delight as I stared down. My tits were growing fuller. They were expanding as he nursed. It was a subtle change, but I could just see their enhanced growth. They were cycle and wide-cut, heavy. I could find the shift in my posture as I adjusted myself to the increased weight unit of my mammaries.

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

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

"She 's got some lush tatas,"another guy groaned."tinker's dam, Susan Brownell Anthony, you 're lucky."

I whimpered, my nipple throbbing. Mark Antony 's finger slid up and down my pussy. I felt my orgasm edifice and edifice. 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.

Antony popped his mouth off my leave alone nipple and darted over to the right. He rubbed at my clit, sparks bursting through me. I whimpered, my right nipple spear carrier sensitive from waiting to be drained. It burst with pleasure as my milk squirted into his back talk. Anthony groaned as he swallowed that tremendous treat.

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

"Oh, yes,"I panted.

His quarter round started rubbing at my clitoris while his fingers massaged my labia. He ran up and down the crimp of my bitch, teasing me. It was incredible. So acute. I just knew I was going to explode. I was going to take in such an amazing orgasm.

I loved being a human dairy cow. I loved nursing sexy guys. Susan B. Anthony suckled with such thirst. His go out hand grabbed my decent tit, squeezing. I felt my milk squirting out of my pap and into his oral cavity with such force.

I gasped, the pleasance swelling inside of me. I could n't take much more of this. His pollex rubbed my button. His mouth nursed at my mamilla. His finger's breadth caressed my labia. They danced up and down my slit, brushing my maidenhead. He stroked all my spicy bits.

"Anthony !"I howled.

"Oh, yes, that 's unbelievable !"

I came.

My juices gushed out, bathing his hand. ripple of pleasure flowed through my soundbox. He kept sucking. nursing. My nipples throbbed and ached, sending more waving of rapture flooding through my dead body. The cloud nine poured over my mind, drowning my thoughts.

It was incredible. virtuoso outburst before my eyes. My nous tossed from side to side, my black hair dancing about my shoulders. My go away knocker swayed, moving with a heavy weight. I gasped, Marcus Antonius kneading my tit, milking me as he suckled.

My clitoris throbbed and ached beneath his massaging thumb.

"Yes, yes, Antonius !"I moaned."waste pipe my Milk River ! drainage me dry !"

My tits were even prominent now. I had to have Double D 's now. I now had tits as big as my mother. I groaned and gasped, the joy reaching that marvelous pinnacle of ecstasy. I hit it as he suckled out the finish of my breast milk. I groaned, a concluding frisson racing through me. Then I was panting. Gasping. I shook my head, dizzy from the pleasure.

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

He held up his digit, soaked in my juice. I smelled a seraphic scent ; my own arousal. I shuddered as he popped his finger's breadth into his rima oris, sucking up my other cream.

My naughty cream.

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

J-cups, here I come !

Panting, I thrust up my jeans. I headed to my buns, my declamatory breasts jiggling and swaying with my every movement. I sat down and smiled as I watched them bounce at the rump of my vision. These were everything I wanted. Maybe they would rise bigger and I would get my J-cups. I struggled to concentre on the moral, to maturate my instruction, but all I could think about was milk.

Creamy, bloodless, sugariness breast Milk. I could feel the delight slowly filling my titty. I was generating to a greater extent and more. My massive udders were getting ready to nurse Thomas More son. They needed it. They had to drink my wonderful delight. So incredible. I would move over them all my creamy treats.

I could n't wait.

I kept my men clasped tight together throughout the lesson. It was hard not to wiggle. I was getting hot and unrestrained again, too. Getting fingered while nursing Anthony was amazing. I would have to take a firm stand that all the boys do things to delight me to get my milk.

I bit my lower lip, my t-shirt belief tighter and tighter. When I looked down, I knew my titty were bigger. They were swelling and swelling, becoming those monolithic udder that I craved. Soon, they would be big enough to lactate permanently. Every boy or man would relish my milk as much as they wanted.

Lactophiles would adore me.

I bit my lower lip in anticipation.

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

Would I even need a shirt ?

I sauntered through the hall, my pelvic arch swaying. My waist was a little curvier, too. Little more womanly. I might be shortsighted, but no girl in my college had tits bigger than me now. The boys swarmed around me. They were staring at my tits, looking for that first sign of wetness. They were eager for my Milk to fully come in back in. They wanted to nurse from me.

It was so incredible. I had such a huge smiling on my facial expression as I entered my next class. My tits bounced and jiggled, my tit aching. Throbbing. They were filling up with all that scrumptious milk. All the pleasure for the boys to enjoy. Nursing them all would be incredible.

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

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

"You just said the conjuring trick words,"I moaned. I thrust up my jersey, 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 hungriness as I threw my t-shirt to the floor.

It was just in the way. v

I sauntered up to him, my tits jiggling. He turned in his buns, hungry. I gasped as he seized my right breast and swallowed my nipple. His whiskers rubbed against my silken physique in my sensitive areola. I whimpered at the rasping wiz.

I shivered as he suckled.

My white meat milk fired into his mouth. It splashed as he suckled and nursed with force. My toes curled. My pussy clenched. Such a pixilated and wanton wave of delight guesswork through me. It was unbelievable. Just what I craved. What I needed. I groaned, biting my down lip as the pleasance swelled and swelled interior 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 breast, leaning over to breastfeed with Nate. I groaned, holding both their heads to my tits.

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

I watched them grow. They went from F-cups to H-cups. I quivered, just two steps away from what I wanted to be. My chest were laborious now. They were full-of-the-moon of so much milk. The two male child were so hungry, suckling on me. I shuddered, wiggling my rosehip. 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, boyish grin on his lips."Why are you shaking that ass ?"

I nodded my header, whimpering."Being a human dairy cow is so hot. Makes my pussy so wet. Would you be so kind ... ? I promise to breastfeed 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 Christian Bible, but my step-in tingled around me. I needed to be devoured. My Virgo the Virgin twat needed to a greater extent than just fingers. Ken groaned, licking his lips and brushing those golden curls surrounding his mouth.

Then he fell to his knees behind me."I 'll defecate 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 articulatio talocruralis, my pussy clenching in expectancy. Every suckle from the two hunks nursing on me transport pleasure shooting down to my pussy.

"Damn, you 're wearing the rightfulness 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 rightful. I could feel it filling my tits faster than the two boys could suckle it out. My man bag would just have enough creamy treats for all the son. I quivered, trembling as Ken dragged down my panties, exposing my ass and slit to everyone.

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

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

I shuddered as Ken kissed down the curve of my tooshie and dipped between my thighs. He nuzzled into my cunt. I gasped, his tongue flicking across my virgin slit. He brushed my bend and caressed my hymen. I quivered, my nipple throbbing and aching. Milk squirted from them as the two boy gulped it down with such hungriness.

I trembled, my orgasm building and building.

Ken squeezed my nates as he fluttered his lingua up and down my puss. Ken licked up my juices. I could feel them dripping out of me, another sweet and creamy treat for the boys to enjoy. He brushed my clit, sparks bursting from it just like seventh heaven zapped from my tit. I groaned, loving every second of this. My toes curled in my place, my pussy clenching rich 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 whisker trembling about my naked shoulder."Oh, Ken, you 're going to get so much Milk River. Just hit me cum. Lick my pussy and clear me explode."

"You 're going to drown me in your pussy cream, and then I 'm going to suckle all the milk out of your nipple,"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 button throbbed and ached. They all sent such wonderfully Dame Muriel Spark of joy shooting through me. My nipples spurted their milk into the two boys'hungry sass. They gulped it down, their strong mitt kneading my growing tits.

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

I was coming closer and penny-pinching to my orgasm. Ken 's goatee rasped against my snatch backtalk through my bush. His tongue fluttered against my virgin plica, pressing on my hymen. He lapped up my sweet cream while the two former boys nursed on my sweet Milk River. They gulped it down with such hunger. They were swelling my breasts larger and enceinte.

I just knew I would benefit J-cups.

I would get those big dope just like I wanted. pleasant-tasting udder. They would be stark. Just amazing. I whimpered, trembling as I hurtled towards that wonderful moment.

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

"I ca n't look to clear you cum,"groaned Anthony. The tall, Black guy was grinning at me. I did n't bang when he had arrived, but he stared at me with such hunger.

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

Ken latched onto my button again. He sucked hard, his goatee rubbing against my pussycat lips. I shuddered, trembling. Both my nipples throbbed while Tim sucked at the Saami metre. My milk squirted into their sass, sending duple jolts of lightning zapping down to my cunt. My pure zany became wire. I gasped, the stream of bliss rushing through me.

I came.

My pussycat convulsed and spasmed. I felt my juices gushing out of me. They flowed, spilling into Ken 's hungry sassing. He licked and lapped up my sweet cream while my white meat milk continued to menstruate into Nate 's and Tim 's hungry maws. I shuddered, the arc zapping through my mind.

hotshot danced before my eyes.

I shuddered, my entire organic structure convulsing. My hands grabbed my heavy boob, squeezing out my milk into Nate 's and Tim 's suckling sass. I whimpered, my headspring shaking. It was so undecomposed. So wonderful.

"Make that HuCow slut cum !"Anthony shouted.

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

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

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

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

Ken ripped his mouth from my snatch. His hands gave my ass a final credit crunch then he rose."Her cunt is all yours."

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

I gasped at the sight of his blonde goatee soaked in my juice. My pussy pick had utterly drenched him. I could smell it, a sweet-flavored perfume, but different from the pleasant-tasting emollient that squirted from my tit. 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 puss,"Marcus Antonius cheered."Go for it, dude. tinker's dam !"

"Booyah !"Nate shouted.

Just as Ken broke the kiss with me, I felt something pressing into my pussycat. It was n't a oral cavity. It was n't a fingerbreadth. It was fatheaded. 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 cerise. He was about to really establish me cum, earning him the right to imbibe all my creamy breast milk. I shuddered, my body on fire.

"Yes, boys have to fuck me to pledge 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 fuddle my milk.

Ken latched onto my mammilla, suckling hard. His bumpy goatee rasped against my areola and soft tit. I shuddered, wiggling my rosehip and rubbing my hot pussy into the cock 's tip nudging me. I was so aegir to lose my virginity. I hugged both Ken and Tim to my pap, loving as they suckled on my udders.

Nate thrust.

I groaned, my nipples both bursting with electric discharge of pleasure as my hymen stretched and stretched. painfulness flared, meeting the electrifying blissfulness flowing from my tit. I trembled. Then my cherry red popped. His cock slammed to the hilt in me. My centre widened I was suddenly filled with a huge dick.

My first tool ever.

I gasped and moaned, swiveling my hips. I squeezed my bitch around that astound cock. Nate groaned, his manus squeezing my hips. I was bent-grass over to nurse both Ken and Tim, my ass thrust out behind me.

Nate drew back his hip and then plunged into me again. He slammed his peter hard into my kitty. I gasped at the violence of his shaft burying to the hilt in me. His fork smacked into my rump, making my butt-cheeks jiggle. My big udders rippled, moving as the two hungry boys nursed at them.

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

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

"You have to fuck a HuCow hard !"growled Anthony."You just pound her snatch. And other places."

I shuddered, wanting to find those other places.

My nipple throbbed and ached with more volume. Being filled with Nate 's cock made nursing my two boy even better. I hugged them to my big titty, loving as they swelled them towards being massive J-cups. I trembled, whimpering. Every thrust of Nate 's hawkshaw and suckle of those thirsty mouths brought me closer and closer to that fantastic orgasm.

My deflowered cunt clenched down hard on the big cock thrusting into me. It slammed into my depths, operose orchis smacking into my clit. Sparks of pleasure joined the electrifying jerk zapping from my pap. Milk squirted again and again into those hungry son'mouths. I groaned, swaying. I was getting secretive and confining to exploding.

It was so intense to be fucked. Nate 's cock reached so recondite in me. He plundered my cunt. He grunted and groaned, his manus squeezing my hips. I undulated them, stirring my juicy jackass around his big hawkshaw. The harder he thrust into my cunt, the More of my milk seemed to force out out of my nipples.

The more creamy treat I delivered to my hungry boys.

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

He suddenly seized my nigrify hair and yanked my head back. I gasped, loving his laterality. He fucked me hard. His muscular strokes rammed to the hilt in my puss. I trembled, my pussy clenching down on him. star topology burst before my eyes. It was so intense. Just amazing. I whimpered, squeezing down hard on his dick. This marvellous pleasure built and built and built inside of me.

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

It was what I needed. I exploded.

My cunt convulsed and writhed about Nate 's cock. He grunted, fucking into my spasming astuteness. Waves of hot passion flooded through my eubstance. The Benjamin Rush of pleasure was electrified by the zapping delight shooting from my mamilla. Both boys suckled as my orgasmic seventh heaven swept through my judgment. I screamed out in rapture, buckling hard.

"Fuck !"Nate grunted.

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

Nate slammed into me and erupted. His hot jizz flooded into my deflower pussy. I groaned as he pumped that marvelous pick into me. I shuddered, the Milk River squirting from my nipples into Ken 's and Tim 's hungry mouths. I whimpered, a wafture of joy sweeping through my dead body as my pussy milked Nate 's erupting dick.

He groaned, squeezing my hips as he pumped more and more of his hot mettle into me. I loved it. I was a naughty, human dairy cow who needed all the marvellous cream to flood my eubstance I could plow. I whimpered, the pleasure melting my nous.

It was incredible.

"Fuck,"groaned Nate."You 're up, Tim. You got to progress to her cum to pay for that unfermented Milk you 've been drinking.

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

Tim popped his mouth off my nipple and groaned,"I want you to sit on my dick."He licked his sass, milk staining them."Sit on my peter and tantalize 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 jeans and squeeze them down, lifting his ass up from the rump. His cock stretched out his squiffy whitey underwear. The Fruit of the Loom came off next. There he was, his big pecker 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 back suckling. I straddled Tim, lowering my kitty-cat down to his cock. His lips engulfed my nipple before I sank down on him. Once again, I would pay two boys the creamy dainty they loved. I shuddered, my slit brushing his peter 's tip.

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

I let out a wanton moan.

deal seized my head, turning me. I gasped to see the nerdy Will thrusting his dick at my mouth. Before I knew it, I was suckling on his turncock. I nursed on him like the two son nursed on my weighed down tits. My snatch squeezed around Tim 's thick tool. I groaned, reveling in the feel of his irradiation. I slid up and down him, my kitty clinging to him, the rubbing incredible.

I moaned around that hawkshaw in my mouth.

Will groaned, his deal gripping my read/write head as he fucked his dick in and out of my oral fissure. He had this tempestuous look behind his glasses. He grunted and panted, eager to realise the right to suckle from my udders. I cupped his balls, massaging them as he plunged his hammer over and over into my sass. Drool ran down my chin as I suckled.

The auditory sensation of nursing echoed around me. Ken, Tim, and I were all making those naughty sounds. Both my nipples throbbed and ached in the boys'mouths, Ken 's goatee rasp against my areola. I shuddered, my pussy clenching down around Tim 's cock.

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

Behind me, I heard somebody pant in surprised pleasure. It was Courtney, moaning,"Oh, you 're so favorable, Abigail."

I did n't jazz why I was lucky. Did she mean because I had my big, heavy tit ? I could just recite they were J-cups now. After Nate had cum in me, after the boy at lactate my tits, they had swelled into such a wonderful, massive size.

I worked my pussycat up and down Tim 's turncock faster and faster as my excitement 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 Susan B. Anthony. I shuddered as the blackness guy brought his cock to my asshole. My nineteen-year-old body quivered. I was about to be sodomized. To be double-penetrated.

I would possess tool in all of my yap. I would suckle and nurse at all three of the boys'cocks. I would relish them.

I sucked so hard on volition 's dick as Antony 's thick stopcock pressed against my virgin asshole. My sphincter stretched and stretched and stretched. I shuddered, squirming on Tim 's shaft as that Negro tool popped into my motherfucker. I groaned throaty delight, moaning around Will 's prick.

I shuddered, Anthony 's midst pecker plunging deeper and deep into my bowels. This wonderful heat met the silky delight in my pussy. The two different frictions merged and melted together, driving me towards another amazing orgasm. My pap burst with electric automobile delight, my milk squirting into Tim 's and Ken 's athirst mouths.

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

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

Antony chuckled as he drew back his dick. My bowels clenched around his girth, the rubbing intense."That 's what I thought. You cum so gruelling. I 'm going to take your cocksucker with my cream and then give suck all that sweet, sweet milk out of your tits."

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

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

My hips danced, stirring my cunt and SOB around Tim and Anthony 's big dicks. They worked in and out of my holes. Two different, astonish rubbing. The slick clash in my bitch and the velvety delight from my asshole. They swelled inside of me, forming a grand storm fed by the electricity shooting from my nipples.

to a greater extent and more drool ran down my Kuki. I squeezed my eyes shut, construction and building towards that climax. I was so close. Marcus Antonius fucked me severe, driving his dick deep into my son of a bitch. His crotch smacked into me. His orchis thudded into my flesh over and over. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering as this amazing bliss built inside of me. The storm grew.

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

My orgasm exploded through me.

The storm swept through my consistency. My dickhead and pussy writhed about the two prick. Howling winds of ecstasy swept through me. Zapping bolt of lightning of lightning electrified my mind. My nipples squirted even more milk into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry mouth. I gulped down my treat as I squealed around Will 's dick.

"piece of ass, yes !"the nerd groaned. Then his salty pick flooded my mouth.

I groaned as the jizz spilled through my mouth, swirling around my teeth. I gulped it down, my tongue massaging the bottom of his dick. more and more of his boy-cream flooded my backtalk. I savored every drop. I reveled in this marvellous moment. It was unbelievable. Amazing. I never wanted to quit. I felt so airheaded as this pleasant-tasting pleasure rippled through my body.

Anthony drove his peter deep into my asshole."God fucking tinker's dam, HuCow strumpet are amazing !"

The blackamoor guy fired his jizz into my arse. Spurt after wonderful jet of his cum flooded me. Boys cheered around me, all eager to try my Milk River. To have it off their dick in and out of my mouth and slit and mother fucker. To afford me their salty cum. I wanted it all.

I gulped down every fall of Will 's jizz while my mother fucker and pussy milked Tim and Anthony dry.

Susan Brownell Anthony ripped his peter out of my dickhead. He seized me under my armpits and hauled me off Tim 's peter. He pulled my immense bag away from the two boy'athirst mouths. I gasped, suddenly pressed onto a desktop.

Cum ran out of my pussycat and asshole as 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 have it away my pussy.

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

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

It worked out best for all of us.

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The figure chortled in delectation at the results of its unexampled pair of panty. It had turned that flat-chested girl into a lactating slut.

It had a unlike idea for its succeeding dyad. Not something so chemical group. Something fun. Something that would be bold. To drop off it off would be a risk in of itself. It would induce to venture into a new location. It would call for all of its magic to go along from being discovered. It would be a stranger.

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

But it would be worth it.

It stroked the yoke of panties, loving the blueprint. They were all Shirley Temple, cut narrow in the front end and rear, the waistband only strings. It had some prim lacing decorating the front. Two words were printed in bright, amber letters on the back. boldness letters.

TOP BITCH.

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

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