Mind-Control Panties

Story XIII HuCow 's Delicious Milk

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

bank bill : Thanks to Alex for beta interpretation this !

The figure moved with informality through the department store. It was excited to leave its flow couplet of panties behind in this location. After the last one, Cherry Tart, had made Delilah White into a incessant virgin, the figure wanted to try another form of body limiting. It had an idea for a pleasant-tasting one. It was why the current pair of step-in looks so much like the snowy and smuggled pattern of a dairy cow. There was a uncomplicated motion written on the rear.

Got Milk ?

The chassis was bore for this new fun. Mind-controlling girls gave it such a flush, but transforming them was just as very much fun. There were so many wicked things it could do with this trick. This secret plan was exciting. It could n't hold back for that wonderful thrill that imposing its will on its quarry would bring.

It could n't wait for the girl to try on these step-in. She was just consummate for it. It had found her, peering through the mist that fell from the waterfall in its lair. The utter fille to be transformed.

The shoppers in the Brobdingnagian box computer memory paid no heed to the figure. It slipped between them, almost flowing like apparition. Nonde*********** and quotidian shadows. Its true physical body was absolutely alien, but they did n't see it as anything more than than the setting. Their eyes slid across the bod to stare at what they really were here for.

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

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

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

The image reached its name and address : the Jr Miss segment. It was for girls who were ten to thirteen to shop at at. Of class, its target was former than that. Not that she looked it. That 's what made her utter. On a rack holding bra that were little Sir Thomas More than trainer, it draped the panties.

The figure shuddered, bore for the fun to begin. Then it flitted away. It moved through the shopping crowd, heading back towards the store 's automatic doors. The mist awaited. Back to its lair to see the fun.

It trembled in expectation. It could finger its fair game coming tight and closer to the section.

Abigail Hart hated having to go to the Junior Miss section shop for her apparel. She was nineteen. XIX and four foot eleven ! She looked like a twelve-year-old young lady and had the dresser to mate. She barely qualified as an A-cup. She kept hoping and hoping her boob would grow, but nothing seemed to work. Not any of the apocryphal ideas she 'd pose off the Internet— she 'd drunk whole milk every day for a year and had zip to show for it—nor did the hint from her booster.

She played with her nipples when she masturbated.

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

She wanted them to be crowing. She 'd settle for a B-cup. Something more than the little mosquito bites she currently had. Something that would make believe her looking at anything shut down to her age.

Because of her infantile build, she was suspicious of any guy who wanted to date her. They were always such pervs. The respite of the boy wanted lady friend with big breasts. Huge honkers. The eccentric of exuberant sweater pillows they could snuggle up to.

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

At nineteen, it was heavily to keep believing that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

A gymnastics omnibus had learned that.

Then Abigail was out the door and heading home with strange melodic theme of enceinte mammaries, grievous bag, filling her young mind.

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Abigail Lorenz Hart




I stared down at my flatbed chest and didder my head word. Every dayspring, I hoped that something would happen.

That there would be some total of increase that would 've happened overnight. They were barely More than excrescence. My nipples had developed nicely, my ring of color wide, my nubs thick. When erect, they thrust out fairly far. There were girlfriend my age, like Courtney, with nipple much vainglorious who did n't experience mamilla half my size of it. It was so unfair.

I 'd rather make small nipples and huge tits then the reverse.

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

I threw on my new pair of panties I 'd bought yesterday. The dairy cow traffic 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 panty, I would grow huge tit. Just the declamatory bag. Bigger than double D 's. Then F-cups. Then G or maybe even in H-cups.

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

God, she must be as improbable as me, and she had monolithic mammilla. I could be like her. In my aspiration, I was.

I stepped into the panties and groaned as that prickling raced up my thighs. I wiggled my hips, my flesh electrified. So incredible. My tit hardened. The naughty itching formed in my pussy. Huge mammaries danced in my mind. Just the heavy, flaccid boobs. It made me want to masturbate. To get out the breast pump and finger my snatch while stimulating my nipple.

But I had to get to my college.

I smoothed the black and white scanty over my rump and then traced the waistband around to the forepart. They fit perfectly. I kinda liked the look. Like I was a dairy farm cow. I could be a man cow with big udder just full phase of the moon of creamy milk.

milk ?

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

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

I thought her gens was Hitomi J-cup.

Gosh, she was so lucky.

I sighed, my fingers smoothing down the front of the scanty. My teat continued to prickle. I glanced down at them, fat and long, the utter size nubs for womanhood with big breasts. It was like they were taunting me. I hissed in foiling and grabbed my training bra. I lifted it up and an infuriated fire burned in my belly. It was something for a little lady friend to wear.

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

At least my tit were developed.

I shoved my legs violently into my denim. I was just so fed up with that all. 19 ! Nineteen and with the smallest tits ever. I worked my knickers up my thighs while shaking my head. All my friends had developed. I had to take in Jennifer and Courtney and genus Melissa and Beverly and Janiqua all grow tits. They all got excited as they went from A-cups to B-cups and some went to C-cups. Courtney even made it to a D-cup.

All the son loved her.

I buttoned up my jeans and zipped up my fly. I slipped on my ankle joint wind sock and popped my animal foot into my tennis shoes. I snagged my bookbag and handbag, made sure I had my cell telephone set, and then I was out of my bedroom. I grabbed a pop cyprian from the wassailer and nibbled on as I headed out the look door. The sun was bright, shining. I felt it warming my peel as I headed to the college, this tingling rippled around my tit. I knew I should 've worn a bra. I was feeling the fabric of my shirt rubbing against my kernel. It was making me worked up. I was getting wet.

Gosh, that was embarrassing.

I finished off my pop woman of the street before I was halfway to my schooling. I sucked a few rat off my finger's breadth, walking retiring adults who looked down at me. A lot of them were noticing me and shaking their heads. Anger burned through me.

What ? Had they never seen a short charwoman ?

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

I reached my college, the city buses dropping off some educatee, early college student driving their own car or walking in like me. A flood of them was heading towards the front man room access. They were all taller than me. It was the worst. Everywhere I went, I was the shortest person. My feet smacked on the pavement, my handbag swinging off my shoulder joint, my bookbag bouncing behind me. A few of the educatee smiled at me. Then they frowned and stared at my t-shirt.

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

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

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

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

Everyone was looking at me. It made the thrill in my tit worse. I felt so arduous and throbbing right now. I could just finger the material of my purple jersey molding to them. Teasing my nitty-gritty. Everyone stared at me. They had to have it off that I was aroused.

My cheek burned as I stalked through the school.

"Uh, you know your leaking,"said Bruce. He was a grandiloquent guy, over six infantry, so he loomed over me. He had brown hair and a soul patch on his Kuki. He was on the basketball squad, a handsome guy. My heart fluttered a slight. He had a great smile and this sort of dashing flavor in his eyes.

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

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

I stared down at my chest and ...

"What the fudge !"I gasped. I hated that I could n't aver properly which only added to the fact that people must call up I was a minor. Right now, I did n't handle. There were two growing wet patch centered around my mammilla. They were leaking. I blinked at seeing a bit of bloodless beadwork through my shirt clinging to my boob ...

"I have breast,"I gasped. They were small, little more than budding mounds. But they were bigger than they were when I left my star sign. 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 mind. I had Milk. Breast milk.

frisson raced out of my panties. My work force grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up my torso. right hand there in the hallway, not caring that other bookman were passing us, I stripped. I pulled my shirt up and up, the wet fabric peeling away from my fat teat. I bunched my shirt up beneath my armpits, exposing my new boob. I gazed at them in awe. They had a material body to them, a perky resoluteness. And there, beading from my nipples, was white milk.

"Redeemer, 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 sensation ?"

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

former students were watching as the tall Robert the Bruce knelt down. Even kneeling he had the height to reach my boob. I groaned as his custody gripped my sides. Then his brim nuzzled into my teat. I gasped as he latched onto my in good order nub. He sealed his mouthpiece about my fat nipple, his mouth pressing warm against my areola.

He suckled.

chill raced through my body as I felt the milk squirting out of my nipple into his mouth. I groaned, my script balling tight. It felt so awesome. My nipple felt connected straight to my puss. My cunt clenched as much as my fist, drunkenness in the agitate sensation of my Milk River squirting out of my nub.

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

I brought it to my mouth.

I groaned as I thrust my fingerbreadth into my sassing. I tasted my creamy chest milk. It was sweeter than cow 's milk. Clean, I popped my finger's breadth out of my mouth. My tongue ran over the ceiling of my sass as I savored the tang. It had a melony aftertaste. Something almost like Cucumis melo cantalupensis. I groaned, smacking my lips.

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

I nodded."Oh, please keep suckling."

Around us, our chap classmates were watching. Robert I sucked my left pap back into his mouth, latching onto that fat nub. I groaned as he suckled, my milk squirting into his sass. Both his hands slid up my consistence to cup my breasts.

He kneaded and massaged my lilliputian pitcher's mound. I gasped as a stream of white shot from my right pap and soared over his shoulder joint to splash wastefully on the floor. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as he suckled. This felt so amazing.

He squeezed my mammilla again, the stream squirting harder into his mouth while my right field mamilla erupted with more of my white pick. This clock time, I cupped my hand before my rightfield 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 hand. I brought it up to my lip, eager to smack Thomas More of it.

I sucked it into my mouth, the wonderful treat bursting to life across my taste buds.

So sweet.

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

It was too good.

I trembled, my pelvis wiggling as he kneaded my knocker and nursed from me. My twat was on fervor. I kept licking clean ointment off my ribbon, switching my helping hand, loving it. I groaned, the tingles racing from my snatch, maybe from my panty. They surged up and up to my pap to make me into a delicious human cow. I shuddered, my creamy goody flooding Bruce 's mouth.

"Are her tits getting large ?"a fille 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 mamilla. You 're lactating !"

I shrugged, not sure enough what to say. Then I stared down at my tit and gasped. The commentary around me faded as I stared at my breasts. Milk was squirting wastefully from my right on nipple as I shuddered at the view of my pinhead. They were adult than A-cups now.

They were B-Cups.

They had a roundness to them. A perkiness they lacked before. I shuddered, my pussy on flack. I was in the midsection of the hallway with one-half of my college staring at me, otherwise, I 'd do something about my horny itch. I would masturbate.

David Bruce suckled and then groaned. For once, I did n't feel that naughty quiver caused by the milk squirting out of my teat. He popped his backtalk off, shaking his point. Then he darted over to my right nipple. He latched on and suckled hard. I gasped as a hot squirt of milk flooded his sassing. But when he nursed a irregular clock time, nothing.

"You drained me,"I moaned, staring at my round, perky tits. They were incredible and now had loudness. A wonderful condition. As David Bruce popped his brim off my nipple and released my tits, I shuddered. I cupped them for a instant, kneading them.

"Those are a decent yoke of boobs,"said Susan B. Anthony, a tall, Shirley Temple guy with a knock off head word."Damn delicately mamilla. I never noticed you have those before, Abigail."

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

I shook my head, pulling down my shirt. I had utterly no idea how this had happened. Could it be because of the panty ? Just because I said that marvelous doubt printed on the rear, Got Milk ? It was so dopy. Neither panties nor saying a musical phrase could have turned me into a homo dairy cow. They would n't induce my tits to swell and founder me creamy milk for all the boys 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 blend hugged to those big knocker and my hard nipples, and the hem no longer went down past the waistband of my jeans. It just touched it. Barely keeping my breadbasket covered.

I felt amazing as I strolled forward. My slit was juicy. If I did n't accept a course to get to, I would do something about it. My boob had a wonderful bounce to them as I moved through the halls. My classmates were staring at me.

For once, they could enjoin I was n't a little 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 step, moving with this chirpy resolve. My mamilla 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 nipple with hunger. I could see it in their centre. Nate with his ear expanders and his man bun, Ken with his goatee of blond hair, and Will while pushing up his eyeglasses. They all stared at me. They all enjoyed the face of my tits.

I finally had melons. Hooters. Delicious jumper pup. surely, they were n't the biggest, but they were such an improvement. I felt like a million vaulting horse as I headed into my 1st course of instruction. My professor, Mr. Abernathy, blinked at the sight of my mammilla. He had this hungry feeling in his eyes as I sat down in the front line row. I grinned at him, arching my back to throw out my new breasts at him.

I could assure he loved my babies.

It was so firmly not to play with my nipples during social class. I just wanted to tweak them. To touch them. They kept tingling as the fabric of my T-shirt caressed them. I loved how my breast moved. My pussy was hot, making me squirm which made my breasts jiggle all the time. Poor Mr. Abernathy kept stumbling through his lecture. He was paying more attending 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 radical 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 rattling bounce to my step, making my pinhead leaping for all the delight of the boy. I had never felt better about myself in my life.

I was a man cow and loved it.

I entered my following grade and there was Anthony. He was sitting in the book binding, his head turning over to look at me. His eyes flicked up and down my digit. The Negroid guy rubbed his script across the shaved heading."Are you 're tits a little big than they were ?"

I glanced down and groaned in delight. They did seem with child. They looked like they were C-cups now. A trivial fuller, piffling libertine. I could tell by the little airstrip of tegument between the bottom of my jersey and the girdle 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 minuscule T. H. White floater 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 tit bounced out with this tremendous sway to them. Milky flannel beaded on both garden pink nubs."Of row I do."I flicked my eyes up and down his strapping form."You got anything for me ?"

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

"fountainhead, it has its rewards,"I said, cupping my lush C-cup knocker. I shook them at him, a severe grinning on my lips. My pussy clenched, my juice soaking the dairy-cow-pattern panties.

His shadow hands took my own script 's place. He squeezed my tits. I shuddered, loving the way his glum fingers massaged my dumbbell. He gave them both a good squeeze, causing my milk to squirt out and slop his chest. The minuscule droplets soaked into his dark-green t-shirt, a bit of cream beading on the impress logo.

"Damn, you 're just a squirter."

I blushed, knowing what he meant. I was n't that much of a Virgo the Virgin."wellspring, you just make me wet."

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

Susan Brownell Anthony leaned down and he sucked on my left pap. I groaned as his dark lips sealed about my fat, pink nub. He suckled and my wonderful milk flowed into his mouth. I groaned as his manus slid down my tummy. His fingers stroked lower and low-spirited, teasing me.

I gasped as his figure brushed my bellybutton and dipped into the lilliputian divot. I groaned as he swirled around inside of it, teasing me. Then he went low-pitched. His fingerbreadth traveled down and down and down until he reached the sash of my jeans. He stroked across the denim, his hand brushing my fastener.

SNAP !

I groaned as he shoved his bridge player into my pants. My fly rasped opened, the zipper moving downward. I shuddered, his cheeks hollowing as he suckled hard. My milk squirted into his athirst sass, sending trembles shooting down to my snatch. His fingers dipped into the waistband of those naughty pantie. He slid through my bush.

Went lower.

I gasped as he cupped my virgin pussy. I felt his halfway fingerbreadth sliding up and down my wet twat. I shuddered, this pleasance rippling through me. Everyone was watching as he fingered my Virgo twat, sending such blue delectation rippling through me.

My arms went around his headway, cradling the aphrodisiacal Shirley Temple 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 signature coaxed out my little clitoris from its hood. I gasped as it burst with twinkle from the first time he touched me.

I gasped in delight, shuddering as he rubbed that piddling bud for a moment. His fingerbreadth danced along as he suckled. My milk squirted into his sass. He nursed with such hunger. I trembled, my succus soaking his digits.

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

He sucked with force-out. His rim engulfed more and Thomas More of my areola. My Milk River fired into his back talk. Every sentence he nursed, pleasure jolted down to my pussy. My cunt clenched, drinking in the lightning while sparks flared from my button. The two dissimilar wiz immix and swirled interior of my cunt.

"shucks, those boob are amazing,"groaned Tim.

"Yeah,"Will croaked.

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

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

I shuddered and opened my eyes. I groaned in delectation as I stared down. My bosom were growing fuller. They were expanding as he nursed. It was a subtle alteration, but I could just see their enhanced growing. They were round and full, heavy. I could feel the shifting in my position as I adjusted myself to the increased weight of my mammaries.

"I 'm growing big bag,"I groaned in delight."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 profuse tatas,"another guy groaned."Damn, Anthony, you 're lucky."

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

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

Mark Antony popped his mouth off my left pap and darted over to the right wing. He rubbed at my clit, sparks bursting through me. I whimpered, my right nipple extra medium from waiting to be drained. It burst with joy as my Milk River squirted into his mouth. Anthony groaned as he swallowed that fantastic treat.

I stroked his bald-shaved head. I caressed him, loving the tone of his thick back talk wrapped around my nipple. The amount of suck he created was unbelievable. My juices flowed out of me. I whimpered and groaned.

"Oh, yes,"I panted.

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

I loved being a human dairy cow. I loved nursing sexy hombre. Antony suckled with such hunger. His remaining mitt grabbed my right on tit, squeezing. I felt my Milk squirting out of my nipple and into his mouth with such force.

I gasped, the pleasance swelling inside of me. I could n't take much to a greater extent of this. His thumb rubbed my clit. His mouthpiece nursed at my nipple. His fingers caressed my labia. They danced up and down my scratch, brushing my hymen. He stroked all my gamey bits.

"Antony !"I howled.

"Oh, yes, that 's incredible !"

I came.

My juice gushed out, bathing his hired hand. Ripples of pleasure flowed through my body. He kept sucking. Nursing. My pap throbbed and ached, sending more waves of rapture flooding through my body. The bliss poured over my mind, drowning my thoughts.

It was incredible. Stars burst before my eyes. My caput tossed from side to position, my black hair dancing about my shoulders. My forget breast swayed, moving with a weighty weight. I gasped, Susan B. Anthony kneading my tit, milking me as he suckled.

My clit throbbed and ached beneath his massaging thumb.

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

My knocker were even bigger now. I had to have double D 's now. I now had tits as big as my female parent. I groaned and gasped, the pleasure reaching that wondrous pinnacle of XTC. I hit it as he suckled out the last of my breast milk. I groaned, a final shudder racing through me. Then I was panting. Gasping. I shook my head, dizzy from the pleasure.

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

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

My naughty cream.

I trembled as I shoved down my shirt over my large sweater pup. My tee shirt was so fast. It rode up, showing off my bellybutton now. I groaned, my mammilla constrained, the fabric stretched over them. It was unadulterated. 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 expectant breasts jiggling and swaying with my every movement. I sat down and smiled as I watched them bounce at the merchant ship of my vision. These were everything I wanted. Maybe they would produce bountiful and I would get my J-cups. I struggled to concenter on the lesson, to grow my education, but all I could think about was milk.

Creamy, E. B. White, sweet breast Milk River. I could feel the delight slowly filling my tits. I was generating more and more. My massive udders were getting ready to nurse more son. They needed it. They had to drink my grand delight. So incredible. I would apply them all my creamy treats.

I could n't wait.

I kept my custody clasped tight together throughout the deterrent example. It was hard not to wiggle. I was getting hot and excited again, too. Getting fingered while nursing Susan Brownell 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 t-shirt feeling tighter and tighter. When I looked down, I knew my tits were bigger. They were swelling and swelling, becoming those monolithic bag that I craved. Soon, they would be big enough to lactate permanently. Every boy or man would enjoy my Milk River as a lot as they wanted.

Lactophiles would adore me.

I bit my bring down lip in anticipation.

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

Would I even need a shirt ?

I sauntered through the halls, my articulatio coxae swaying. My waist was a little curvier, too. Little more womanly. I might be short-circuit, but no female child in my college had mammilla bigger than me now. The male child swarmed around me. They were staring at my knocker, looking for that first sign of wetness. They were eager for my Milk to fully arrive back in. They wanted to nurse from me.

It was so incredible. I had such a huge smile on my human face as I entered my future class. My mamilla bounced and jiggled, my nipples aching. Throbbing. They were filling up with all that pleasant-tasting milk. All the delights for the boys to enjoy. Nursing them all would be unbelievable.

Nate glanced at me. He had these thick air expanders in his lips, stretching out his lobes. His retentive tomentum 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 eyes flicked down to my booby. He licked his sassing."Got milk for me ?"

"You just said the magic words,"I moaned. I thrust up my t-shirt, exposing my teat. They were definitely F-cups now. Large and easy, my mammilla finally sized right hand for them. Nate stared at my big tatas with hungriness as I threw my t-shirt to the level.

It was just in the way. v

I sauntered up to him, my pap jiggling. He turned in his prat, hungry. I gasped as he seized my rightfield knocker and swallowed my mamilla. His whiskers rubbed against my silky flesh in my sensitive areola. I whimpered at the rasping aesthesis.

I shivered as he suckled.

My breast milk fired into his mouth. It splashed as he suckled and nursed with force. My toes curled. My pussy clenched. Such a wicked and wanton wave of delight nip through me. It was incredible. Just what I craved. What I needed. I groaned, biting my scurvy 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 sassing. I whimpered and then gasped as Tim came up. He latched onto my other breast, leaning over to wet-nurse 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 mammilla throbbed. My milk squirted into their hungry lip. I whimpered, staring down at my breasts.

I watched them mature. They went from F-cups to H-cups. I quivered, just two steps away from what I wanted to be. My boob were heavy now. They were full of so much Milk River. The two male child were so hungry, suckling on me. I shuddered, wiggling my hips. My pussy was just on fire.

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

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

I nodded my head, whimpering."Being a human dairy farm cow is so hot. shuffling my pussy so wet. Would you be so kind ... ? I promise to nurse you when they 're done. You just have to eat me out. I need to cum."

I could n't believe I was saying those words, but my scanty tingled around me. I needed to be devoured. My Virgo the Virgin kitty-cat needed more than just fingers. Ken groaned, licking his lips and brushing those prosperous curls surrounding his mouth.

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

"Yes,"I moaned.

I cradled both Nate and Tim to my titty as Ken yanked down my jean. He ripped them off my ass and down my thighs. They bunched around my mortise joint, my pussy clenching in expectancy. Every suckle from the two hunk nursing on me sent delight shooting down to my pussy.

"shit, you 're wearing the right sort of panties, are n't you ?"said Ken."I ca n't waitress to try your milk."

"I 'll experience enough for everyone,"I moaned, knowing it to be true. I could palpate it filling my tits faster than the two boy could nurse it out. My homo udders would just throw plenty creamy treats for all the boy. I quivered, trembling as Ken dragged down my scanty, exposing my ass and pussycat to everyone.

"Damn, she might deliver the tallness of a petty girl, but that butt is mature,"groaned Ken.

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

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

I trembled, my orgasm edifice and building.

Ken squeezed my rump as he fluttered his tongue up and down my slit. Ken licked up my juices. I could feel them dripping out of me, another Sweet and creamy dainty for the boys to delight. He brushed my clit, sparks bursting from it just like seventh heaven zapped from my nipples. I groaned, loving every moment of this. My toes curled in my shoes, my kitty-cat 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 person hair trembling about my au naturel shoulder joint."Oh, Ken, you 're going to get so much milk. Just throw me cum. Lick my slit and make me explode."

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

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

I had three boys suckling on me. Both my tit and my clitoris throbbed and ached. They all sent such howling electric discharge of delight shooting through me. My nipple spurted their Milk into the two boys'thirsty mouths. They gulped it down, their substantial 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 cunt mouth through my George W. Bush. His knife fluttered against my virgin crease, pressing on my hymen. He lapped up my sweet cream while the two other boys nursed on my sugared milk. They gulped it down with such thirst. They were swelling my knocker larger and larger.

I just knew I would realize J-cups.

I would experience those big boobies just like I wanted. Delicious udder. They would be perfect. Just amazing. I whimpered, trembling as I hurtled towards that wonderful moment.

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

"I ca n't await to defecate you cum,"groaned Mark Antony. The tall, black guy was grinning at me. I did n't know when he had arrived, but he stared at me with such hunger.

"You 'll get your prospect !"I moaned."You 'll all get your prospect !"

Ken latched onto my button again. He sucked hard, his goatee rubbing against my pussy rim. I shuddered, trembling. Both my tit throbbed while Tim sucked at the same time. My milk squirted into their mouths, sending dual jerk of lightning zapping down to my cunt. My virgin twat became electrified. I gasped, the currents of seventh heaven rushing through me.

I came.

My puss convulsed and spasmed. I felt my juice gushing out of me. They flowed, spilling into Ken 's hungry rima oris. He licked and lapped up my sweet-flavored ointment while my tit milk continued to fall into Nate 's and Tim 's hungry yap. I shuddered, the sparks zapping through my mind.

Stars danced before my eyes.

I shuddered, my total body convulsing. My hired hand grabbed my heavy titty, squeezing out my milk into Nate 's and Tim 's suckling mouths. I whimpered, my head shaking. It was so good. So wonderful.

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

"Goddamn, I ca n't wait to pull in our human dairy cow explode !"the nerdy Will 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 turn. Nate, Nate, you have to make 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 goatee. He grinned at me, nodding."I 'll trade, Ken."

Ken ripped his mouth from my cunt. His hand gave my ass a final squeeze then he rose."Her cunt is all yours."

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

I gasped at the stack of his blond goatee soaked in my juices. My pussy cream had utterly drenched him. I could smell out it, a sweet scent, but different from the delightful cream 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 cunt,"Antonius cheered."Go for it, buster. darn !"

"Booyah !"Nate shouted.

Just as Ken broke the candy kiss with me, I felt something pressing into my pussy. It was n't a mouth. It was n't a finger. It was thick. 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 induce me cum, earning him the rightfield to drink all my creamy breast milk. I shuddered, my consistence on fire.

"Yes, boys have to bang me to salute my breast milk !"I moaned.

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

Ken latched onto my nipple, suckling operose. His rough goatee rasped against my areola and mild tit. I shuddered, wiggling my rosehip and rubbing my hot cunt into the stopcock 's tip nudging me. I was so bore to lose my virginity. I hugged both Ken and Tim to my tits, loving as they suckled on my udders.

Nate thrust.

I groaned, my mammilla both bursting with glint of pleasure as my hymen stretched and stretched. pain in the ass flared, meeting the electrifying bliss flowing from my nipples. I trembled. Then my cherry popped. His peter slammed to the hilt in me. My eyes widened I was suddenly filled with a vast dick.

My 1st pecker ever.

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

Nate drew back his coxa and then plunged into me again. He slammed his peter hard into my pussy. I gasped at the violence of his dick burying to the hilt in me. His private parts smacked into my fundament, making my butt-cheeks joggle. My big udders rippled, moving as the two hungry son nursed at them.

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

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

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

I shuddered, wanting to find those other places.

My pap throbbed and ached with more intensity. Being filled with Nate 's dick made nursing my two boys even better. I hugged them to my big tits, loving as they swelled them towards being massive J-cups. I trembled, whimpering. Every thrust of Nate 's dick and suckle of those thirsty mouths brought me airless and closer to that wondrous orgasm.

My deflowered cunt clenched down hard on the big cock thrusting into me. It slammed into my depths, heavy Ball smacking into my clit. twinkle of pleasure joined the electrifying jerking zapping from my mamilla. Milk squirted again and again into those hungry male child'sass. I groaned, swaying. I was getting near and closer to exploding.

It was so vivid to be fucked. Nate 's cock reached so bass in me. He plundered my cunt. He grunted and groaned, his manus squeezing my rose hip. I undulated them, stirring my juicy twat around his big prick. The harder he thrust into my bitch, the Sir Thomas More of my milk seemed to force out out of my nipples.

The more creamy goody I delivered to my hungry boys.

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

He suddenly seized my black hair and yanked my fountainhead back. I gasped, loving his dominance. He fucked me toilsome. His right chance event rammed to the hilt in my bitch. I trembled, my kitty clenching down on him. Stars burst before my eyes. It was so intense. Just amazing. I whimpered, squeezing down hard on his prick. This marvellous pleasure built and built and built inside of me.

Both boys suckled at the Saami prison term just as Nate slammed into me.

It was what I needed. I exploded.

My kitty convulsed and writhed about Nate 's cock. He grunted, fucking into my spasming depths. Waves of hot passion flooded through my body. The rushing of joy was electrified by the zapping delight shooting from my teat. Both male child suckled as my orgasmic bliss swept through my mind. I screamed out in exaltation, buckling hard.

"shag !"Nate grunted.

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

Nate slammed into me and erupted. His hot jizz flooded into my deflowered pussy. I groaned as he pumped that wonderful cream into me. I shuddered, the Milk squirting from my nipples into Ken 's and Tim 's hungry mouths. I whimpered, a waving of pleasure sweeping through my body as my pussy milked Nate 's erupting dick.

He groaned, squeezing my rosehip 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 marvelous cream to deluge my dead body I could handle. I whimpered, the delight melting my head.

It was incredible.

"screwing,"groaned Nate."You 're up, Tim. You got to make her cum to pay for that mellifluous milk you 've been drinking.

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

Tim popped his mouth off my mamilla and groaned,"I want you to sit on my dick."He licked his lips, Milk River staining them."Sit on my dick and ride me. Then I can sustain nursing you."

I nodded, groaning as he sat down on a chair, shoving the desk away from him. He unzipped his jeans and thrust them down, lifting his rump up from the seat. His shaft stretched out his smashed whitey underclothes. The Fruit of the Loom came off future. There he was, his big cock unveiled. My cum-filled cunt 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 pussy down to his hawkshaw. His lips engulfed my nipple before I sank down on him. Once again, I would pass on two boys the creamy goody they loved. I shuddered, my twat brushing his dick 's tip.

Then I was sliding down him. I impaled my cunt down his putz. Tim groaned around my tit. He suckled harder as my pussy engulfed his rooster. I gasped, my cunt clenching down on him. My pussy was almost sucking on his cock as he nursed at my nipple. It was incredible. I leaned back, my mouth opening across-the-board.

I let out a wanton moan.

hands seized my head, turning me. I gasped to see the nerdy testament thrusting his peter at my mouth. Before I knew it, I was suckling on his cock. I nursed on him like the two male child nursed on my heavy tits. My pussy squeezed around Tim 's thick cock. I groaned, reveling in the spirit of his shaft. I slid up and down him, my slit clinging to him, the friction incredible.

I moaned around that tool in my mouth.

Will groaned, his hands gripping my head as he fucked his gumshoe in and out of my mouth. He had this fantastic look behind his drinking glass. He grunted and panted, eager to bring in the rightfulness to breastfeed from my udder. I cupped his globe, massaging them as he plunged his cock over and over into my mouth. dribble ran down my Kuki as I suckled.

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

My cunt gripped him. I held his wondrous putz as I worked up and down his jibe. The tone of him in me force back me to just turn on him. To just enjoy every inch of his hawkshaw in me. I would cum on his prick. I would explode on that blockheaded shaft. I groaned, wiggling my hips.

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

I did n't do it why I was lucky. Did she mean because I had my big, heavy tits ? I could just distinguish they were J-cups now. After Nate had cum in me, after the son at suck my tits, they had swelled into such a marvelous, massive size of it.

I worked my pussycat up and down Tim 's rooster faster and faster as my excitation ballooned.

A cock pressed between my butt-cheeks. It was covered in something slippery. Lube. Out of the turning point of my eye, I could see Anthony. I shuddered as the Negroid guy brought his cock to my shit. My nineteen-year-old consistency quivered. I was about to be sodomized. To be double-penetrated.

I would consume dicks in all of my muddle. I would give suck and wet-nurse at all three of the boy'cock. I would enjoy them.

I sucked so hard on Will 's dick as Susan Brownell Anthony 's midst cock pressed against my virgin asshole. My sphincter stretched and stretched and stretched. I shuddered, squirming on Tim 's shaft as that Shirley Temple cock popped into my whoreson. I groaned throaty pleasure, moaning around Will 's dickhead.

I shuddered, Anthony 's thick tool plunging deeper and abstruse into my bowels. This wonderful heat met the silky delectation in my slit. The two unlike frictions merged and melted together, driving me towards another vex orgasm. My nipples burst with electric automobile delight, my Milk squirting into Tim 's and Ken 's thirsty mouths.

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

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

Anthony chuckled as he drew back his dick. My bowels clenched around his girth, the friction intense."That 's what I thought. You cum so laborious. I 'm going to make full your asshole with my cream and then suck all that sweet, dulcet milk out of your tits."

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

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

My hips danced, stirring my slit and asshole around Tim and Antony 's big dicks. They worked in and out of my fix. Two different, amazing rubbing. The silky friction in my puss and the velvety delight from my asshole. They swelled inside of me, forming a rattling storm fed by the electricity shooting from my nipples.

More and more drool ran down my Chin. I squeezed my eye shut, building and building towards that climax. I was so close. Susan Brownell Anthony fucked me difficult, driving his putz trench into my asshole. His crotch smacked into me. His nut thudded into my chassis over and over. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering as this amazing blissfulness built inside of me. The storm grew.

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

My climax exploded through me.

The violent storm swept through my consistence. My bastard and pussy writhed about the two dicks. Howling winds of X swept through me. Zapping bolt of lightning electrified my judgement. My nipples squirted even more milk into Tim 's and Ken 's thirsty lip. I gulped down my treat as I squealed around Will 's dick.

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

I groaned as the jizz spilled through my back talk, swirling around my teeth. I gulped it down, my tongue massaging the bottom of his shaft. more and Thomas More of his boy-cream flooded my mouth. I savored every drop. I reveled in this wonderful mo. It was incredible. Amazing. I never wanted to intercept. I felt so dizzy as this delicious pleasance rippled through my body.

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

The black guy fired his jizz into my asshole. spirt after wonderful spurt of his cum flooded me. son cheered around me, all aegir to smack my milk. To fuck their cocks in and out of my mouth and pussy and asshole. To pay me their salty cum. I wanted it all.

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

Susan B. Anthony ripped his shaft out of my arsehole. He seized me under my axillary fossa and hauled me off Tim 's rooster. He pulled my Brobdingnagian udders away from the two male child'hungry mouths. I gasped, suddenly pressed onto a desktop.

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

The boys used me. They fucked me over and over and over again. Each one gave me such a tremendous orgasm and jet after squirt of their hot jizz. Then they got to suckle from my nipple. They latched onto my J-cup breasts and give suck Milk from my udders. It was wonderful. I groaned, savoring every consequence that they were using me. It just felt so right.

I was their dairy human cow. My udders were gratis for any boy or man to use. All they had to do was break me their jizz and crap me cum.

It worked out full for all of us.

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The figure chortled in pleasure at the result of its newest distich of panties. It had turned that flat-chested girl into a nurse slut.

It had a different idea for its next span. Not something so theme. Something fun. Something that would be bold face. To drop it off would be a risk in of itself. It would give to venture into a new localisation. It would involve all of its magic to keep back from being discovered. It would be a stranger.

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

But it would be Charles Frederick Worth it.

It stroked the yoke of panty, loving the design. They were all black, cut narrow in the front and rear, the waistband only strings. It had some exquisite lacing decorating the front. Two words were printed in bright, gold letters on the back. hardihood letters.

TOP BITCH.

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

To be continued in the succeeding narrative of Mind-Controlling Panties ...