Mind-Control panty

Story Thirteen HuCow's Delicious Milk

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta version this !

The figure moved with informality through the section store. It was excited to exit its current dyad of scanty behind in this fix. After the last one, cerise Tart, had made enchantress White into a perpetual virgin, the figure wanted to try another form of consistency limiting. It had an musical theme for a delicious one. It was why the current pair of panty looks so much like the blank and melanise radiation pattern of a dairy cow. There was a simple doubt written on the rear.

Got milk ?

The number was eager for this new fun. Mind-controlling daughter gave it such a hurry, but transforming them was just as much fun. There were so many disgusting things it could do with this magic. This game was exciting. It couldn't time lag for that wonderful rush that imposing its will on its mark would bring.

It couldn't wait for the female child to try on these panties. She was just perfect for it. It had found her, peering through the mist that fell from the falls in its lair. The perfect young lady 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 shadows. Its true cast was utterly alien, but they didn't see it as anything Thomas More than the background. Their eyes slid across the fig to stare at what they really were here for.

All the real goods spread out before them. The wealth of land 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 gormandize its own lustfulness for mischief.

The figure reached its name and address : the Junior fille incision. It was for young lady who were ten to thirteen to shop at. Of course, its mark was sr. than that. Not that she looked it. That's what made her complete. On a rack holding brassiere that were little More than trainers, it draped the step-in.

The figure of speech shuddered, eager for the fun to get down. Then it flitted away. It moved through the shopping crowd, heading back towards the stock's automatic rifle doorway. The mist awaited. back to its lair to watch the fun.

It trembled in anticipation. It could sense its fair game coming secretive and closer to the section.

Abigail Hart hated having to go to the Junior Miss section shop for her clothes. She was xix. Nineteen and four metrical unit eleven ! She looked like a twelve-year-old girl and had the thorax to oppose. She barely qualified as an A-cup. She kept hoping and hoping her boob would develop, but naught seemed to mould. Not any of the apocryphal ideas she'd gotten off the Internet & mdash ; she'd tope wholly milk every day for a year and had nil to demonstrate for it & mdash ; nor did the suggestions from her friends.

She played with her tit when she masturbated.

She secretly bought a breast ticker and placed it over her little buds, hoping the sucking would grow them.

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

Because of her childish physique, she was fishy of any guy who wanted to date her. They were always such pervs. The quietus of the male child wanted daughter with big white meat. Huge honkers. The eccentric of lush sweaters pillows they could draw close up to.

It wasn't fair. Her female parent wasn't flat-chested. Her mother had tits. Her mother would just say, “ Abigail, you'll blossom one day. You'll see. You got to be affected role. You're a late bloomer. ”

At nineteen, it was hard to keep on believing that.

She sighed when she reached the bra section. She hated having to browse here. She couldn't get anything sexy. She wasn't even certain why she bothered. Like I need any support, she thought. The solely thing that had developed were nipples. They were getting bigger. When they got hard, they were obtrusive. 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 ? ” she read, staring at the panties.

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

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

panty in hand, she marched up to the cashier. The tingle coursed through her body the stallion sentence. The cashier felt it, too. They went through the apparent motion of her paying, but at no point had any barcode been scanned nor had any money been exchanged. After all, the panties weren't the store's. They were Abigail's. They were made for her. If anyone else took them, the effect could be unpredictable.

A gymnastics coach had learned that.

Then Abigail was out the doorway and heading home with strange melodic theme of enceinte mammaries, profound udders, filling her Cy Young mind.

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Abigail Lorenz Hart

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I stared down at my flat chest and judder my heading. Every dawn, I hoped that something would happen.

That there would be some amount of development that would've happened all-night. They were barely more than gibbosity. My nipples had developed nicely, my areolas wide-eyed, my nubs thick. When erect, they thrust out fairly far. There were fille my age, like Courtney, with knocker much adult who didn't have nipples half my size. It was so unfair.

I'd rather have pocket-sized 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 wasn't even five infantry tall. At xix, I'd given up hope of gaining any Thomas More elevation. I would forever be short. My mother had 3 inches on me and D cups to charge. Why had genetics abandoned me ?

I threw on my new pair of panties I'd bought yesterday. The dairy cow practice on them was... exciting. They made me tingle when I touched them. It ran all the way up to my white meat. My nipples. I could almost fantasize that if I put on these panties, I would grow huge breast. Just the great udder. heavy than double D's. Then F-cups. Then G or maybe even in H-cups.

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

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

I stepped into the panties and groaned as that tingle raced up my thigh. I wiggled my rosehip, my flesh electrified. So incredible. My nipples hardened. The naughty itch formed in my kitty. Huge mammaries danced in my mind. Just the biggest, piano boobs. It made me want to fuck off. To get out the breast ticker and finger's breadth my goofball while stimulating my nipple.

But I had to get to my college.

I smoothed the dark and white pantie over my posterior and then traced the waistband around to the front. They fit perfectly. I kinda liked the look. Like I was a dairy cow. I could be a human cow with big udder just full of creamy milk.

Milk ?

Why did I think of that ? What was with these step-in ?

I shook my head, putting that hopeless fantasy out of my mind. Even if I got meaning and had a kid, how big would my tit 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 name was Hitomi J-cup.

Gosh, she was so lucky.

I sighed, my fingerbreadth smoothing down the nominal head of the step-in. My nipple continued to prickle. I glanced down at them, fat and long, the unadulterated sizing meat for fair sex with big breasts. It was like they were taunting me. I hissed in frustration and grabbed my preparation bra. I lifted it up and an infuriated flaming burned in my belly. It was something for a little girl to wear.

Blood boiling, I threw it down in snarling thwarting and grabbed the shirt I was going to fall apart. It was a purplish child 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 bear, but it fit me. My teat poked at the front man, and I didn't care for once.

At least my nipples were developed.

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

All the son loved her.

I buttoned up my blue jean and zipped up my fly. I slipped on my ankle socks and popped my human foot into my tennis shoes. I snagged my bookbag and purse, made sure I had my cell 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 front door. The sun was bright, shining. I felt it warming my hide as I headed to the college, this tingling rippled around my teat. I knew I should've worn a bra. I was feeling the fabric of my shirt rubbing against my nubs. It was making me excited. I was getting wet.

Gosh, that was embarrassing.

I finished off my pop tart before I was halfway to my schoolhouse. 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 principal. angriness burned through me.

What ? Had they never seen a short woman ?

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

I reached my college, the city buses dropping off some students, early college bookman driving their own cars or walking in like me. A flood tide of them was heading towards the face doorway. They were all taller than me. It was the whip. Everywhere I went, I was the shortest someone. My feet smacked on the pavement, my wrinkle swinging off my berm, 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 perspirer pup 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 hint of the lace of her bra.

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

“ wait, Abigail, ” she called after, I was just so angry. I marched into the independent construction and ignored her and her big mammaries.

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

My cheeks burned as I stalked through the school.

“ Uh, you know your leaking, ” said Bruce. He was a tall guy, over six feet, so he loomed over me. He had brown hair and a individual patch on his chin. He was on the hoops team, a good-looking guy. My heart fluttered a small. He had a great grin and this form of dashing facial expression 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 pectus and...

“ What the fudge ! ” I gasped. I hated that I couldn't swear properly which only added to the fact that people must think I was a tike. Right now, I didn't aid. There were two growing wet spots centered around my tit. They were leaking. I blinked at seeing a bit of white beading through my shirt clinging to my titty...

“ I have breasts, ” I gasped. They were small, little more than than budding pitcher's mound. But they were bigger than they were when I left my star sign. They were proper A-cups. “ Robert I, I have breasts. ”

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

Those two words flashed in my psyche. I had Milk River. Breast milk.

frisson raced out of my pantie. My hands grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up my torso. Right there in the hall, not caring that early scholarly person 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 armpit, exposing my new breasts. I gazed at them in awe. They had a shape to them, a perky firmness. And there, beading from my nipples, was white milk.

“ Saviour, 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 milk before. ”

early students were watching as the improbable David Bruce knelt down. Even kneeling he had the height to reach my breasts. I groaned as his hands gripped my side. Then his lips nuzzled into my nipple. I gasped as he latched onto my compensate nub. He sealed his sass about my fat mammilla, his lips pressing warm against my areola.

He suckled.

Tingles raced through my physical structure as I felt the milk squirting out of my nipple into his sassing. I groaned, my hands balling tight. It felt so amazing. My mamilla felt connected straight to my pussycat. My bitch clenched as much as my fist, imbibition in the exciting esthesis of my milk squirting out of my nub.

He suckled again, groaning as he tasted my knocker Milk. A wicked shudder ran through me. More pick beaded on my other nub. I swept up my finger across my nipple as Bruce nursed. He groaned with hunger as he feasted on my creamy delicacy. I held up my finger glistening with the chopper drop.

I brought it to my mouth.

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

Bruce popped his back talk off my nipple and groaned, “ It's dependable, isn't it ? ”

I nodded. “ Oh, please keep suckling. ”

Around us, our swain classmate were watching. Bruce sucked my entrust pap back into his rima oris, latching onto that fat nub. I groaned as he suckled, my Milk River squirting into his mouth. Both his helping hand slid up my body to cup my tit.

He kneaded and massaged my minuscule mounds. I gasped as a stream of white snapshot from my correct tit and soared over his shoulder to splash wastefully on the story. I shuddered, my twat growing hotter and hotter as he suckled. This felt so amazing.

He squeezed my tits again, the flow squirting harder into his oral cavity while my right pap erupted with more of my white cream. This time, I cupped my hired man before my right tit and savored the hot Milk splashing against my hide. I shuddered at the sight of my creamy dainty pooling in the medal of my hired hand. I brought it up to my oral fissure, eager to taste more of it.

I sucked it into my mouth, the rattling treat bursting to liveliness across my taste buds.

So sweet.

I licked at my medal, loving every trace I could find out. My early hand was already covering my nipple, getting drenched as he squeezed again, my mamilla squirting. Beads of hot milk ran across my hand. I quickly brought it up to my oral fissure, licking and lapping and savoring my creamy treat. I couldn't waste a single cliff of it.

It was too good.

I trembled, my hips wiggling as he kneaded my tits and nursed from me. My puss was on flak. I kept licking sweet cream off my medallion, switching my workforce, loving it. I groaned, the quiver racing from my pussy, maybe from my panty. They surged up and up to my tits to prepare me into a scrumptious homo cow. I shuddered, my creamy goody flooding David Bruce's mouth.

“ Are her nipple getting bigger ? ” 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 mammilla. You're lactating ! ”

I shrugged, not certain what to say. Then I stared down at my tits and gasped. The comments around me faded as I stared at my breasts. Milk River was squirting wastefully from my rectify tit as I shuddered at the sight of my pinhead. They were bigger than A-cups now.

They were B-Cups.

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

Bruce suckled and then groaned. For once, I didn't feel that risque tingle caused by the Milk squirting out of my nipple. He popped his mouth off, shaking his head. Then he darted over to my mightily nipple. He latched on and suckled hard. I gasped as a hot squirt of Milk flooded his mouth. But when he nursed a 2nd clock time, nothing.

“ You drained me, ” I moaned, staring at my rhythm, perky tits. They were incredible and now had book. A terrific embodiment. As Robert the Bruce popped his brim off my pap and released my titty, I shuddered. I cupped them for a moment, kneading them.

“ Those are a overnice pair of boobs, ” said Anthony, a tall, Black guy with a shaved drumhead. “ Damn fine tits. I never noticed you have those before, Abigail. ”

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

I shook my head, pulling down my shirt. I had utterly no thought how this had happened. Could it be because of the panties ? Just because I said that wonderful question printed on the spine, Got Milk ? It was so foolish. Neither panties nor saying a phrase could have turned me into a human dairy cow. They wouldn't crusade my tits to swell and pass me creamy milk for all the boy 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 white meat and my hard tit, and the hem no longer went down past the waistband of my jeans. It just touched it. Barely keeping my stomach covered.

I felt amazing as I strolled forward. My twat was juicy. If I didn't have a class to get to, I would do something about it. My breasts had a wonderful bounce to them as I moved through the halls. My classmates were staring at me.

For once, they could tell I wasn't a little girl.

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

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

I finally had melons. car horn. Delicious sweater puppies. Sure, they weren't the biggest, but they were such an advance. I felt like a million bucks as I headed into my low gear class. My professor, Mr. Abernathy, blinked at the slew of my breast. He had this thirsty smell in his oculus as I sat down in the nominal head row. I grinned at him, arching my back to squeeze out my new breasts at him.

I could severalise he loved my babies.

It was so hard not to play with my mammilla during course. 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 boob moved. My pussy was hot, making me squirm which made my chest jiggle all the time. Poor Mr. Abernathy kept stumbling through his lecture. He was paying to a greater extent aid to my tatas then on what he was supposed to be teaching us.

That made me feel like a million bucks.

I headed to my next class, a mathematical group 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 David Bruce. They were all so nonplus. I loved it. I had this grand leap to my step, making my boobies spring for all the delectation of the boys. I had never felt better about myself in my life.

I was a human cow and loved it.

I entered my next class and there was Antonius. He was sitting in the back, his heading turning over to look at me. His eyes flicked up and down my physical body. The Black guy rubbed his manus across the shaved head. “ Are you're tits a little bigger than they were ? ”

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

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

I grinned, seeing the little Patrick Victor Martindale White spot growing where my firmly nubs pressed into the t-shirt's material. “ guessing 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 marvelous careen to them. Milky white beaded on both pink nubs. “ Of course I do. ” I flicked my middle 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. ”

“ Well, it has its reinforcement, ” I said, cupping my boozer C-cup bosom. I shook them at him, a wicked grinning on my back talk. My kitty clenched, my juice soaking the dairy-cow-pattern panties.

His night hands took my own hand's place. He squeezed my mamilla. I shuddered, loving the way his iniquity fingers massaged my boobs. He gave them both a beneficial squeeze, causing my milk to squeeze out out and slop his chest. The little droplets soaked into his dark-green jersey, a bit of cream beading on the printed logo.

“ hoot, you're just a squirter. ”

I blushed, knowing what he meant. I wasn't that much of a virgin. “ Well, you just construct me wet. ”

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

Mark Antony leaned down and he sucked on my get out mammilla. I groaned as his dark lips sealed about my fat, pink nub. He suckled and my wonderful Milk flowed into his lip. I groaned as his hands slid down my tum. His fingerbreadth stroked lower and lower, teasing me.

I gasped as his dactyl brushed my bellybutton and dipped into the little divot. I groaned as he swirled around inside of it, teasing me. Then he went lower. His finger traveled down and down and down until he reached the waistband of my jeans. He stroked across the denim, his hand brushing my fastener.

piece of cake !

I groaned as he shoved his hand 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 hungry mouth, sending trembles shooting down to my cunt. His fingers dipped into the waistband of those naughty panty. He slid through my bush.

Went lower.

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

My weapon went around his head, cradling the sexy Black guy to my circle breasts. I closed my eyes, loving him nursing at my nipple. He stroked me. His finger's breadth moved up and down, teasing my labia. His have-to doe with coaxed out my little clit from its hood. I gasped as it burst with sparks from the first time he touched me.

I gasped in delight, shuddering as he rubbed that little 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 succus soaking his digits.

“ Yes, yes, fuddle it all down, ” I panted. “ It's so beneficial for you. Ooh, drink my milk. It'll make you even stronger. ”

He sucked with force. His lips engulfed more and more of my ring of color. My Milk fired into his mouth. Every clip he nursed, pleasure jolted down to my twat. My cunt clenched, drinking in the lightning while Muriel Sarah Spark flared from my button. The two dissimilar sensory faculty mixed and swirled interior of my cunt.

“ Damn, those tits are amazing, ” groaned Tim.

“ Yeah, ” Will croaked.

“ Wow, Abigail's bosom are bigger than mine, ” whimpered Courtney.

“ Tell me about it, ” said Janiqua, my Shirley Temple friend. “ And are they getting bad ? I think they're becoming D-cups. ”

I shuddered and opened my eye. I groaned in joy as I stared down. My tits were growing Fuller. They were expanding as he nursed. It was a insidious change, but I could just see their enhanced ontogeny. They were round and good, toilsome. I could feel the shift in my posture as I adjusted myself to the increased weight of my mammaries.

“ I'm growing big bag, ” I groaned in joy. “ I am becoming a human dairy farm 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, Anthony, you're lucky. ”

I whimpered, my teat throbbing. Mark Anthony's fingers slid up and down my pussycat. I felt my coming building and building. Everyone was staring at me as he nursed from my growing bag. He sucked hard on my mammilla, feasting on my milk.

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

Anthony popped his 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 extra sensitive from waiting to be drained. It burst with pleasure as my Milk River squirted into his mouthpiece. Antony groaned as he swallowed that wonderful treat.

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

“ Oh, yes, ” I panted.

His thumb started rubbing at my clit while his fingerbreadth massaged my labia. He ran up and down the bend of my cunt, teasing me. It was incredible. So acute. I just knew I was going to irrupt. I was going to have such an amazing orgasm.

I loved being a human dairy cow. I loved nursing sexy guys. Mark Antony suckled with such thirst. His left hand grabbed my right tit, squeezing. I felt my Milk River squirting out of my teat and into his mouth with such force.

I gasped, the delight swelling inside of me. I couldn't take much to a greater extent of this. His thumb rubbed my clitoris. His lip nursed at my nipple. His fingers caressed my labia. They danced up and down my slit, brushing my maidenhead. He stroked all my naughty bits.

“ Anthony ! ” I howled.

“ Oh, yes, that's incredible ! ”

I came.

My succus gushed out, bathing his hand. Ripples of pleasure flowed through my dead body. He kept sucking. Nursing. My nipples throbbed and ached, sending more moving ridge of rapture flooding through my soundbox. The bliss poured over my mind, drowning my thoughts.

It was incredible. hotshot burst before my heart. My nous tossed from incline to side, my black haircloth dancing about my shoulders. My left over tit swayed, moving with a heavy weight. I gasped, Anthony kneading my tit, milking me as he suckled.

My clit throbbed and ached beneath his massaging thumb.

“ Yes, yes, Anthony ! ” I moaned. “ Drain my milk ! Drain me dry ! ”

My tits were even boastful now. I had to hold stunt man D's now. I now had bosom as big as my mother. I groaned and gasped, the pleasure reaching that tremendous pinnacle of ecstasy. I hit it as he suckled out the last of my breast milk. I groaned, a last 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, Mark Antony, ” I moaned as his hand slid out of my panties.

He held up his fingers, soaked in my juices. I smelled a sweet olfactory property ; my own arousal. I shuddered as he popped his finger's breadth into his mouth, sucking up my other cream.

My naughty cream.

I trembled as I shoved down my shirt over my large perspirer puppy. My jersey was so cockeyed. It rode up, showing off my umbilicus now. I groaned, my tits constrained, the textile stretched over them. It was pure. I loved it. I hoped they would get bigger.

J-cups, here I come !

panting, I thrust up my jeans. I headed to my rear, my large breasts jiggling and swaying with my every drift. I sat down and smiled as I watched them bound at the bottom of my vision. These were everything I wanted. Maybe they would grow big and I would get my J-cups. I struggled to focalize on the moral, to grow my education, but all I could think about was milk.

Creamy, white-hot, Henry Sweet breast milk. I could sense the delight slowly filling my pap. I was generating more and more. My massive udders were getting ready to nurse to a greater extent son. They needed it. They had to drink my wonderful delight. So incredible. I would make them all my creamy treats.

I couldn't wait.

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

I bit my lower lip, my t-shirt notion tighter and tighter. When I looked down, I knew my titty were bigger. They were swelling and swelling, becoming those monumental udders that I craved. Soon, they would be big enough to suckle permanently. Every boy or man would enjoy my Milk River as much as they wanted.

Lactophiles would adore me.

I bit my blue lip in anticipation.

Soon class was over. I stood up quickly just so my tits would bound up and down. My jersey was riding up gamy and eminent as they grew self-aggrandizing and large. It was turning into a belly shirt. Soon, would it even be able to cumber my tits ?

Would I even need a shirt ?

I sauntered through the halls, my hips swaying. My waistline was a little curvier, too. Little Thomas More womanly. I might be short-circuit, but no girl in my college had knocker bigger than me now. The boys swarmed around me. They were staring at my tits, looking for that foremost sign of wetness. They were tidal bore for my milk to fully do back in. They wanted to suck from me.

It was so incredible. I had such a Brobdingnagian grinning on my face as I entered my next family. My teat bounced and jiggled, my nipples aching. Throbbing. They were filling up with all that luscious Milk River. All the delights for the son to delight. Nursing them all would be incredible.

Nate glanced at me. He had these thick air expanders in his back talk, stretching out his lobes. His recollective fuzz 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 center flicked down to my bosom. He licked his lips. “ Got milk for me ? ”

“ You just said the magic trick words, ” I moaned. I thrust up my t-shirt, exposing my nipple. They were definitely F-cups now. Large and soft, my mammilla finally sized right for them. Nate stared at my big tatas with thirst as I threw my t-shirt to the floor.

It was just in the way. v

I sauntered up to him, my mammilla jiggling. He turned in his posterior, athirst. I gasped as he seized my rectify boob and swallowed my nipple. His hair's-breadth rubbed against my silky flesh in my sensitive ring of color. I whimpered at the rasping esthesis.

I shivered as he suckled.

My breast milk fired into his mouth. It splashed as he suckled and nursed with effect. My toes curled. My pussy clenched. Such a loathsome and wanton wave of delectation shot through me. It was incredible. Just what I craved. What I needed. I groaned, biting my abject lip as the pleasance swelled and swelled inside of me.

I needed to be touched so bad.

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

They were both so thirsty. They both suckled with such enthusiasm. I whimpered, my toes curling as both my mamilla throbbed. My milk squirted into their hungry mouth. 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 breasts were expectant now. They were full of so a lot milk. The two boys were so hungry, suckling on me. I shuddered, wiggling my rose hip. My pussy was just on fire.

“ Damn, you look like you need something, Abigail, ” Ken said.

I looked behind me to see the blonde guy with his own goatee. He had a big, boyish smile on his lips. “ 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 form... ? I promise to nurse you when they're done. You just have to eat me out. I need to cum. ”

I couldn't believe I was saying those parole, but my pantie tingled around me. I needed to be devoured. My virgin slit needed more than just fingers. Ken groaned, licking his lips and brushing those golden curls surrounding his mouth.

Then he fell to his knee joint behind me. “ I'll make you cum hard, Abigail ! ”

“ Yes, ” I moaned.

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

“ Damn, you're wearing the right-hand sort of step-in, aren't you ? ” said Ken. “ I can't wait to try your milk. ”

“ I'll have enough for everyone, ” I moaned, knowing it to be true. I could finger it filling my tits faster than the two boys could breastfeed it out. My human udder would just suffer enough creamy dainty for all the boy. I quivered, trembling as Ken dragged down my panties, exposing my ass and puss to everyone.

“ damn, she might suffer the height of a little female child, but that stub is mature, ” groaned Ken.

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

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

I trembled, my orgasm construction and building.

Ken squeezed my rump as he fluttered his spit up and down my pussy. Ken licked up my juice. I could find them dripping out of me, another dessert and creamy goody for the son to enjoy. He brushed my clit, sparks bursting from it just like bliss zapped from my nipples. I groaned, loving every moment of this. My toes curled in my horseshoe, my pussy clenching deep inside.

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

“ Oh, yes, yes, any boy that pleases me will get my milk, ” I moaned, my black hair trembling about my au naturel articulatio humeri. “ Oh, Ken, you're going to get so much milk. Just arrive at me cum. Lick my pussy and make me explode. ”

“ You're going to drown me in your pussy emollient, and then I'm going to lactate all the milk out of your tits, ” he growled.

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

I had three boys suckling on me. Both my nipples and my button throbbed and ached. They all sent such wondrous Dame Muriel Spark of delight shooting through me. My teat spurted their milk into the two male child'hungry mouths. They gulped it down, their strong hands kneading my growing tits.

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

I was coming closer and secretive to my climax. Ken's goatee rasped against my pussy sassing through my bush. His tongue fluttered against my virgin bend, pressing on my hymen. He lapped up my sweet cream while the two other boys nursed on my sweet Milk River. They gulped it down with such hunger. They were swelling my breasts larger and larger.

I just knew I would gain J-cups.

I would have those big dope just like I wanted. Delicious udders. They would be everlasting. 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 take Nate's place. Just keep licking me. I need an orgasm. It's so hot breast feeding you sexy boys. ”

“ I can't wait to make you cum, ” groaned Marcus Antonius. The tall, blackness guy was grinning at me. I didn't know when he had arrived, but he stared at me with such hungriness.

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

Ken latched onto my clit again. He sucked hard, his goatee rubbing against my snatch backtalk. I shuddered, trembling. Both my mammilla throbbed while Tim sucked at the same meter. My milk squirted into their mouths, sending dual shock of lightning zapping down to my puss. My virgin zany became electrified. I gasped, the currents of cloud nine rushing through me.

I came.

My pussy convulsed and spasmed. I felt my succus gushing out of me. They flowed, spilling into Ken's hungry mouth. He licked and lapped up my sweet-flavored cream while my tit Milk continued to flow into Nate's and Tim's hungry gob. I shuddered, the electric arc zapping through my mind.

Stars danced before my eyes.

I shuddered, my integral body convulsing. My work force grabbed my threatening breasts, squeezing out my Milk into Nate's and Tim's suckling mouthpiece. I whimpered, my heading shaking. It was so unspoiled. So wonderful.

“ shuffling that HuCow slut cum ! ” Antony shouted.

“ Goddamn, I can't wait to draw our human being dairy cow explode ! ” the nerdy Will groaned.

“ Yeah, make her cum, then you can drink her delicious, creamy Milk. I can't delay to milk her bag ! ”

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

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

Ken ripped his oral cavity from my twat. His hand gave my ass a final power play then he rose. “ Her cunt is all yours. ”

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

I gasped at the sight of his blond goatee soaked in my juice. My snatch ointment had utterly drenched him. I could smell it, a dulcet aroma, but dissimilar from the luscious cream that squirted from my nipples. I groaned as he darted in and kissed me. I shuddered, tasting my cunt.

A zipper rasped behind me.

“ Oh, Nate is going for that cunt, ” Anthony cheered. “ Go for it, beau. Damn ! ”

“ Booyah ! ” Nate shouted.

Just as Ken broke the kiss with me, I felt something pressing into my pussy. It wasn't a mouth. It wasn't a finger's breadth. It was stocky. Spongy. I gasped as it slid up my pussy sassing 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 make me cum, earning him the right to drink all my creamy breast Milk. I shuddered, my body on fire.

“ Yes, boy have to fuck me to toast my boob milk ! ” I moaned.

Every boy in the classroom cheered their inflammation. It was a terms they were all more than willing to pay to imbibe my milk.

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

Nate thrust.

I groaned, my pap both bursting with glint of pleasure as my hymen stretched and stretched. painful sensation flared, meeting the electrifying bliss flowing from my teat. I trembled. Then my cherry popped. His cock slammed to the hilt in me. My middle widened I was suddenly filled with a vast dick.

My beginning stopcock ever.

I gasped and moaned, swiveling my hips. I squeezed my pussy around that amazing cock. Nate groaned, his hired man squeezing my hip. I was bent-grass over to harbour both Ken and Tim, my ass poke out behind me.

Nate drew back his pelvis and then plunged into me again. He slammed his cock hard into my pussy. I gasped at the military group of his peter burying to the hilt in me. His crotch smacked into my behind, making my butt-cheeks jiggle. 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 love me. Oh, yes, drink my milk by fucking me firmly. arrive at me explode ! ”

“ That's how you treat a homo dairy cow ! ” panted Will.

“ You have to fuck a HuCow hard ! ” growled Anthony. “ You just Ezra Loomis Pound her slit. And other places. ”

I shuddered, wanting to find those other places.

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

My deflowered cunt clenched down hard on the big dick thrusting into me. It slammed into my profoundness, overweight Ball smacking into my clit. arc of joy joined the electrifying jolts zapping from my nipples. Milk squirted again and again into those hungry boys'mouths. I groaned, swaying. I was getting closer and closer to exploding.

It was so intense to be fucked. Nate's cock reached so abstruse in me. He plundered my puss. He grunted and groaned, his hand squeezing my coxa. I undulated them, stirring my juicy twat around his big dick. The harder he thrust into my cunt, the more of my milk seemed to squeeze out out of my nipples.

The more creamy treat I delivered to my hungry boys.

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

He suddenly seized my nigrify hair and yanked my school principal back. I gasped, loving his dominance. He fucked me hard. His right strokes rammed to the hilt in my slit. I trembled, my pussycat clenching down on him. genius fusillade before my eyes. It was so intense. Just amazing. I whimpered, squeezing down hard on his peter. This howling pleasure built and built and built inside of me.

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

It was what I needed. I exploded.

My pussy convulsed and writhed about Nate's cock. He grunted, fucking into my spasming profundity. wafture of hot passionateness flooded through my body. The rush of joy was electrified by the zapping delight shooting from my teat. Both boys suckled as my orgasmic bliss swept through my creative thinker. I screamed out in rapture, buckling hard.

“ screwing ! ” Nate grunted.

“ Cum in me ! ” I howled. “ floodlight me with all that seed. Yes ! I'm a human dairy cow ! I need your cum flooding my bitch ! ”

Nate slammed into me and erupted. His hot jizz flooded into my deflowered pussy. I groaned as he pumped that wonderful pick 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 consistence as my twat milked Nate's erupting dick.

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

It was incredible.

“ Fuck, ” groaned Nate. “ You're up, Tim. You got to make her cum to pay for that sweet Milk River you've been drinking.

“ Yes ! ” I gasped as Nate ripped his pecker out of my pussy.

Tim popped his back talk off my nipple and groaned, “ I want you to sit on my dick. ” He licked his sassing, milk staining them. “ Sit on my dick and rally me. Then I can keep nursing you. ”

I nodded, groaning as he sat down on a chairman, shoving the desk away from him. He unzipped his denim and shove them down, lifting his rump up from the tush. His stopcock stretched out his cockeyed honky underclothing. The Fruit of the Loom came off next. There he was, his big dick unveiled. My cum-filled twat clenched.

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

Then I was sliding down him. I impaled my cunt down his shaft. Tim groaned around my tit. He suckled harder as my pussy engulfed his cock. I gasped, my twat clenching down on him. My pussy was almost sucking on his dick as he nursed at my nipple. It was unbelievable. I leaned back, my lip opening wide.

I let out a wanton moan.

custody seized my head, turning me. I gasped to see the nerdy Will thrusting his cock at my lip. Before I knew it, I was suckling on his shaft. I nursed on him like the two son nursed on my overweight bosom. My pussy squeezed around Tim's thick dick. I groaned, reveling in the feel of his barb. I slid up and down him, my pussy clinging to him, the friction incredible.

I moaned around that dick in my mouth.

Will groaned, his deal gripping my head as he fucked his cock in and out of my rima oris. He had this violent look behind his drinking glass. He grunted and panted, eager to gain the right hand to wet-nurse from my udders. I cupped his testis, massaging them as he plunged his cock over and over into my mouth. Drool ran down my chin as I suckled.

The sounds of nursing echoed around me. Ken, Tim, and I were all making those blue sounds. Both my mamilla throbbed and ached in the boys'mouths, Ken's goatee rasping against my ring of color. I shuddered, my kitty-cat clenching down around Tim's dick.

My snatch gripped him. I held his grand hammer as I worked up and down his shaft. The feel of him in me repulse me to just cod him. To just enjoy every inch of his dick in me. I would cum on his dick. I would set off on that thick turncock. I groaned, wiggling my hips.

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

I didn't know why I was lucky. Did she think because I had my big, heavy bosom ? I could just tell they were J-cups now. After Nate had cum in me, after the boys at suckled my tits, they had swelled into such a wonderful, massive size.

I worked my pussy up and down Tim's cock faster and faster as my excitement ballooned.

A cock pressed between my butt-cheeks. It was covered in something slippery. lubricator. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Susan Brownell Anthony. I shuddered as the blackamoor guy brought his cock to my asshole. My nineteen-year-old physical structure quivered. I was about to be sodomized. To be double-penetrated.

I would have dicks in all of my jam. I would suck and hold at all three of the boys'cock. I would enjoy them.

I sucked so heavy on Will's shaft as Susan Anthony's thick cock pressed against my vestal asshole. My sphincter stretched and stretched and stretched. I shuddered, squirming on Tim's shaft as that Black prick popped into my asshole. I groaned throaty pleasure, moaning around testament's pricking.

I shuddered, Antonius's thick hawkshaw plunging deeper and deeper into my bowels. This wonderful heat met the silky pleasure in my pussy. The two different frictions merged and melted together, driving me towards another bewilder coming. My pap burst with galvanising delight, my milk squirting into Tim's and Ken's hungry mouths.

“ will and I will deluge you with cum, HuCow slut, ” growled Susan Brownell Anthony as he bottoms out in my intestine. “ Goddamn, you're fucking cockeyed. You're just a piddling dairy farm slut, aren't you ? ”

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

Susan B. 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 concentrated. I'm going to occupy your asshole with my cream and then lactate all that sweet, seraphic milk out of your tits. ”

“ Yes, ” Will groaned, his hammer plunging operose and fast in and out of my backtalk. “ That sounds hot ! Do that to her ! ”

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

My pelvic arch danced, stirring my pussy and shit around Tim and Anthony's big prick. They worked in and out of my holes. Two dissimilar, amazing frictions. The slick friction in my cunt and the velvety delight from my asshole. They swelled inside of me, forming a wonderful storm fed by the electricity shooting from my nipples.

More and more humbug ran down my Chin. I squeezed my eyes shut, edifice and edifice towards that climax. I was so close. Anthony fucked me concentrated, driving his dick deep into my asshole. His genital organ smacked into me. His chunk thudded into my flesh 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 coming exploded through me.

The storm swept through my consistency. My asshole and slit writhed about the two dicks. Howling breaking wind of ecstasy swept through me. Zapping bolts of lightning electrified my mind. My mamilla squirted even more milk into Tim's and Ken's hungry mouth. I gulped down my treat as I squealed around will's dick.

“ Fuck, yes ! ” the nerd groaned. Then his salty 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 cock. More and more of his boy-cream flooded my oral cavity. I savored every drop-off. I reveled in this wonderful moment. It was incredible. Amazing. I never wanted to hold back. I felt so dizzy as this delicious pleasance rippled through my body.

Anthony drove his dick deep into my asshole. “ God fucking shit, HuCow sluts are amazing ! ”

The black guy fired his jizz into my bastard. squirt after wonderful spurt of his cum flooded me. Boys cheered around me, all eager to taste my Milk. To hump their prick in and out of my oral cavity and pussy and asshole. To ease up me their salty cum. I wanted it all.

I gulped down every drop of volition's jizz while my whoreson and pussy milked Tim and Mark Antony dry.

Anthony ripped his dick out of my asshole. He seized me under my axillary cavity and hauled me off Tim's cock. He pulled my immense udders away from the two boys'hungry mouths. I gasped, suddenly pressed onto a desktop.

Cum ran out of my pussy and mother fucker as Anthony leaned over and latched onto my nipple topping my J-cup tit. Will took the other one, suckling hard as the future 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 marvelous sexual climax and spurt after spurt of their hot jizz. Then they got to wet-nurse from my nipple. They latched onto my J-cup breasts and give suck Milk River from my udders. It was wonderful. I groaned, savoring every moment that they were using me. It just felt so right.

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

It worked out honest for all of us.

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

But it would be deserving it.

It stroked the couple of scanty, loving the plan. They were all black, cut narrow in the front man and rear, the waistband only strings. It had some dainty lace decorating the front. Two countersign were printed in bright, gold letters on the back. Daring letters.

TOP BITCH.

The figure smiled as it picked up the step-in and marched to the mist.

To be continued in the following story of Mind-Controlling scanty...