Mind-Control Panties

Story Thirteen HuCow's Delicious milk

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

promissory note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The figure moved with easiness through the department computer storage. It was excited to leave its current span of step-in behind in this location. After the last one, Cherry bawd, had made siren White into a perpetual Virgo, the figure wanted to try another pattern of body alteration. It had an theme for a delicious one. It was why the current brace of step-in looks so practically like the white and pitch blackness convention of a dairy cow. There was a simple question written on the rear.

Got Milk ?

The shape was eager for this new fun. Mind-controlling girls gave it such a rush, but transforming them was just as a good deal fun. There were so many wicked things it could do with this magic. This secret plan was exciting. It couldn't wait for that wondrous rush that imposing its will on its target would bring.

It couldn't delay for the girl to try on these panties. She was just perfect for it. It had found her, peering through the mist that fell from the waterfall in its lair. The perfect tense girl to be transformed.

The shoppers in the vast box store paid no heed to the name. It slipped between them, almost flowing like trace. Nonde*********** and unremarkable shadows. Its avowedly contour was perfectly outlander, but they didn't see it as anything more than the background. Their eyes slid across the figure to stare at what they really were here for.

All the material goods 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 anatomy cared. It just wanted to satiate its own lust for mischief.

The human body reached its name and address : the Junior misfire section. It was for girls who were ten to thirteen to frequent at. Of course of action, its fair game was older than that. Not that she looked it. That's what made her perfect. On a wrack holding brassiere that were little more than trainers, it draped the pantie.

The human body shuddered, bore for the fun to get down. Then it flitted away. It moved through the shopping crowd, heading back towards the entrepot's reflex room access. The mist awaited. Back to its lair to take in the fun.

It trembled in expectation. It could feel its prey coming airless and closer to the section.

Abigail Lorenz Milton Hart hated having to go to the Junior missy division shop for her dress. She was 19. Nineteen and four foot eleven ! She looked like a twelve-year-old girl and had the dresser to cope with. She barely qualified as an A-cup. She kept hoping and hoping her breasts would grow, but null seemed to act. Not any of the apocryphal ideas she'd gotten off the Internet & mdash ; she'd drunk whole Milk every day for a year and had nothing to show for it & mdash ; nor did the mesmerism from her acquaintance.

She played with her tit when she masturbated.

She secretly bought a white meat pump and placed it over her piffling buds, hoping the suction would grow them.

She wanted them to be great. She'd sink for a B-cup. Something more than the little mosquito bites she currently had. Something that would get to her look anything close to her age.

Because of her childish chassis, she was fishy of any guy who wanted to appointment her. They were always such pervs. The eternal sleep of the boy wanted girls with big breast. Brobdingnagian honkers. The type of lush sweaters pillows they could nest up to.

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

At nineteen, it was unvoiced to keep 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 sure why she bothered. Like I need any sustenance, she thought. The only affair that had developed were nipples. They were getting openhanded. When they got hard, they were noticeable. And that just embarrassed her. At least a training bra helped to hide them.

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

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

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

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

Panties in helping hand, she marched up to the cashier. The tingle coursed through her consistence the full fourth dimension. 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 pantie weren't the stock's. They were Abigail's. They were made for her. If anyone else took them, the results could be unpredictable.

A gymnastic exercise coach had learned that.

Then Abigail was out the room access and heading home base with unusual ideas of expectant mammaries, weighty udders, filling her young mind.

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Abigail Hart

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I stared down at my flat chest and shake off my psyche. Every cockcrow, 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 than bumps. My nipples had developed nicely, my areola wide, my nubble thick. When erect, they thrust out fairly far. There were girls my age, like Courtney, with mammilla much prominent who didn't have nipples half my size. It was so unfair.

I'd rather have belittled nipples and Brobdingnagian tits then the reverse.

“ I'm never going to get a boyfriend, ” I muttered. I stared at myself in the mirror. I had no rosehip. I wasn't even five foot tall. At XIX, I'd given up hope of gaining any more height. I would forever be short circuit. My mother had 3 inches on me and D cups to boot. Why had genetics abandoned me ?

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

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

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

I stepped into the panties and groaned as that tingle raced up my second joint. I wiggled my pelvis, my anatomy electrified. So incredible. My nipples hardened. The naughty itch formed in my kitty. Huge mammaries danced in my mind. Just the biggest, softest boobs. It made me want to masturbate. To get out the breast pump and finger my jackass while stimulating my nipple.

But I had to get to my college.

I smoothed the smutty and egg white step-in over my tail and then traced the cincture around to the front. They fit perfectly. I kinda liked the look. Like I was a dairy farm cow. I could be a human cow with big udders just full phase of the moon of creamy milk.

Milk ?

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

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

I thought her name was Hitomi J-cup.

Gosh, she was so lucky.

I sighed, my fingerbreadth smoothing down the front of the panties. My nipples continued to tingle. I glanced down at them, fat and long, the perfect size center for cleaning lady with big knocker. It was like they were taunting me. I hissed in frustration and grabbed my breeding bra. I lifted it up and an infuriate fire burned in my belly. It was something for a short girl to endure.

rip boiling, I threw it down in snarling foiling and grabbed the shirt I was going to wear. It was a purple child doll t-shirt with a V-neckline. I pulled it over my head and wiggled it around my slender torso. Another affair a twelve-year-old would break, but it fit me. My tit poked at the front, and I didn't care for once.

At least my mamilla were developed.

I shoved my legs violently into my blue jean. I was just so fed up with that all. Nineteen ! nineteen and with the belittled tits ever. I worked my gasp up my thighs while shaking my oral sex. All my Friend had developed. I had to watch Jennifer and Courtney and genus Melissa and Beverly and Janiqua all grow mammilla. They all got excited as they went from A-cups to B-cups and some went to C-cups. Courtney even made it to a D-cup.

All the boys loved her.

I buttoned up my jeans and zipped up my fly. I slipped on my ankle wind sleeve and popped my feet into my lawn tennis shoes. I snagged my bookbag and pocketbook, made for sure I had my cell sound, and then I was out of my sleeping room. I grabbed a pop cyprian from the toaster and nibbled on as I headed out the front door. The sun was bright, shining. I felt it warming my pelt 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 essence. It was making me excited. I was getting wet.

Gosh, that was embarrassing.

I finished off my pop sporting lady before I was halfway to my schoolhouse. I sucked a few git off my finger's breadth, walking past adult who looked down at me. A lot of them were noticing me and shaking their heads. Anger burned through me.

What ? Had they never seen a short woman ?

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

I reached my college, the city buses dropping off some pupil, other college scholarly person driving their own railway car or walking in like me. A flood of them was heading towards the front door. They were all taller than me. It was the worst. Everywhere I went, I was the forgetful someone. My feet smacked on the paving material, my purse swinging off my articulatio humeri, my bookbag bouncing behind me. A few of the students 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 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 lace ! And probably a pretty bow, too.

“ delay, 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 tingles in my nipples worse. I felt so strong and throbbing right now. I could just experience the material of my purple T-shirt molding to them. Teasing my nubs. Everyone stared at me. They had to know that I was aroused.

My cheek burned as I stalked through the school.

“ Uh, you know your leaking, ” said Robert the Bruce. He was a tall guy, over six feet, so he loomed over me. He had brown hair's-breadth and a soul patch on his chin. He was on the basketball team, a handsome guy. My spunk fluttered a minuscule. He had a great grin and this variety of dashing flavor 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 breast and...

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

“ I have titty, ” I gasped. They were small, little to a greater extent than budding mounds. But they were bigger than they were when I left my house. They were proper A-cups. “ David Bruce, I have breasts. ”

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

Those two password flashed in my mind. I had Milk River. knocker milk.

thrill raced out of my panties. My hands grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up my body. Right there in the hallway, not caring that other students were passing us, I stripped. I pulled my shirt up and up, the wet fabric peeling away from my fat nipples. I bunched my shirt up beneath my axilla, exposing my new chest. I gazed at them in awe. They had a bod to them, a perky firmness. And there, beading from my nipples, was E. B. White milk.

“ Christ, your lactating, ” he groaned.

“ I am, ” I muttered. “ It's like I'm a... human cow. ” My regard shot up. “ Would you like a mouthful ? ”

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

Other students were watching as the tall Bruce knelt down. Even kneeling he had the height to reach my breasts. I groaned as his hands gripped my sides. Then his lips nuzzled into my nipple. I gasped as he latched onto my right nub. He sealed his mouth about my fat nipple, his lips pressing warm against my areola.

He suckled.

Tingles raced through my soundbox as I felt the milk squirting out of my nipple into his oral fissure. I groaned, my hand balling tight. It felt so amazing. My nipple felt connected straight to my pussy. My slit clenched as much as my clenched fist, drinking in the exciting hotshot of my milk squirting out of my nub.

He suckled again, groaning as he tasted my bosom milk. A disgustful shudder ran through me. Sir Thomas More ointment beaded on my other nub. I swept up my finger across my teat as Bruce nursed. He groaned with hunger as he feasted on my creamy treat. I held up my finger's breadth glistening with the pearly drop.

I brought it to my mouth.

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

Bruce popped his lip off my pap and groaned, “ It's skillful, isn't it ? ”

I nodded. “ Oh, please keep suckling. ”

Around us, our fellow class fellow were watching. Bruce sucked my leave alone nipple back into his mouth, latching onto that fat nub. I groaned as he suckled, my Milk squirting into his mouth. Both his hands slid up my body to cup my breasts.

He kneaded and massaged my niggling pitcher. I gasped as a stream of white shot from my decently mammilla 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 tits again, the stream squirting harder into his mouth while my right-hand nipple erupted with more of my ashen cream. This time, I cupped my script before my flop tit and savored the hot milk splashing against my skin. I shuddered at the sight of my creamy delicacy pooling in the thenar of my hand. I brought it up to my mouth, eager to sample Sir Thomas More of it.

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

So sweet.

I licked at my laurel wreath, loving every tracing I could find. My former hand was already covering my nipple, getting drenched as he squeezed again, my nipple squirting. beadwork of hot milk ran across my hand. I quickly brought it up to my mouth, licking and lapping and savoring my creamy treat. I couldn't waste a single drop of it.

It was too good.

I trembled, my hips wiggling as he kneaded my titmouse and nursed from me. My fathead was on flaming. I kept licking fresh cream off my ribbon, switching my handwriting, loving it. I groaned, the tingles racing from my pussy, maybe from my scanty. They surged up and up to my tits to earn me into a delicious man cow. I shuddered, my creamy treat flooding Robert the Bruce's mouth.

“ Are her tits getting heavy ? ” a fille asked.

“ I think they are, ” muttered a guy named Tim.

“ tinker's dam, ” Courtney said as she arrived. “ That's why you were getting wet around your nipples. You're lactating ! ”

I shrugged, not sure what to say. Then I stared down at my tits and gasped. The gossip around me faded as I stared at my breast. Milk was squirting wastefully from my right tit as I shuddered at the sight of my dope. They were bigger than A-cups now.

They were B-Cups.

They had a rotundity to them. A perkiness they lacked before. I shuddered, my pussy on fire. I was in the middle of the hallway with half of my college staring at me, otherwise, I'd do something about my horny urge. I would masturbate.

David Bruce suckled and then groaned. For once, I didn't feel that naughty tingle caused by the Milk squirting out of my nipple. He popped his lip off, shaking his fountainhead. Then he darted over to my right teat. He latched on and suckled hard. I gasped as a hot small fry of milk flooded his backtalk. But when he nursed a second time, nothing.

“ You drained me, ” I moaned, staring at my round, perky knocker. They were incredible and now had volume. A wonderful frame. As Robert I popped his brim off my nipple and released my tits, I shuddered. I cupped them for a import, kneading them.

“ Those are a nice yoke of booby, ” said Mark Anthony, a tall, Black guy with a shaved heading. “ tinker's damn ok knocker. I never noticed you have those before, Abigail. ”

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

I shook my head, pulling down my shirt. I had perfectly no idea how this had happened. Could it be because of the scanty ? Just because I said that wonderful enquiry printed on the back, Got Milk ? It was so foolish. Neither scanty nor saying a phrasal idiom could have turned me into a man dairy farm cow. They wouldn't cause my mamilla to well up and leave 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 stiff around my mammaries. The cotton-poly blend hugged to those big breasts and my hard pap, 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 puss was juicy. If I didn't have a class to get to, I would do something about it. My boob had a rattling leap to them as I moved through the residence hall. My classmates were staring at me.

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

I was a woman. I was xix and finally had tits. Nice, round B-cups. I felt them bouncing and jiggling with my every step, moving with this buoyant soundness. My pap throbbed and tingled, such joy rippling through me.

I smiled at everyone who noticed my new mammaries. Especially the cat. They were staring at my tits with thirstiness. I could see it in their eyes. Nate with his ear expanders and his man bun, Ken with his goatee of blonde whisker, and will while pushing up his eyeglasses. They all stared at me. They all enjoyed the side of my tits.

I finally had melon. honker. Delicious sweater pup. for sure, they weren't the enceinte, but they were such an improvement. I felt like a million one dollar bill as I headed into my first course. My professor, Mr. Abernathy, blinked at the visual sense of my mamilla. He had this thirsty flavour in his eyes as I sat down in the forepart row. I grinned at him, arching my back to push up out my new breasts at him.

I could tell he loved my babies.

It was so hard not to play with my pap during course. I just wanted to pull off them. To touch them. They kept tingling as the fabric of my t-shirt caressed them. I loved how my nipple moved. My pussy was hot, making me squirm which made my titty jiggle all the time. poor Mr. Abernathy kept stumbling through his lecture. He was paying Thomas More attention to my tatas then on what he was supposed to be teaching us.

That made me feel like a million bucks.

I headed to my following class, a mathematical group of cat hovering around me. They were so cunning. They were all staring at me, talking and elbowing each former, muttering about how I'd nursed David Bruce. They were all so pose. I loved it. I had this marvellous bounce to my step, making my dumbbell bounce for all the pleasure of the male child. I had never felt better about myself in my life.

I was a human cow and loved it.

I entered my side by side social class and there was Anthony. He was sitting in the back, his head turning over to depend at me. His center flicked up and down my physical body. The Shirley Temple Black guy rubbed his hand across the shaved head. “ Are you're tits a lilliputian bountiful than they were ? ”

I glanced down and groaned in delight. They did appear bigger. They looked like they were C-cups now. A slight Richard Buckminster Fuller, minuscule libertine. I could tell by the niggling strip of peel between the rear of my t-shirt and the girdle of my jean, proving that I'd grown in volume.

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

I grinned, seeing the little white spots growing where my hard heart and soul pressed into the t-shirt's stuff. “ Guess so. ”

“ So, you got any milk for me. ”

Got... milk...

I ripped up my shirt right there before his desk. My C-cup titties bounced out with this wonderful sway to them. Milky Edward White beaded on both knock nubs. “ Of line I do. ” I flicked my eyes up and down his buirdly 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 boob. I shook them at him, a loathsome grin on my sass. My pussy clenched, my succus soaking the dairy-cow-pattern panties.

His iniquity bridge player took my own paw's billet. He squeezed my boob. I shuddered, loving the way his dark fingers massaged my boobs. He gave them both a good squeeze, causing my milk to squirt out and splatter his chest. The little droplets soaked into his light-green T-shirt, a bit of cream beading on the printed logo.

“ Damn, you're just a squirter. ”

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

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

Anthony leaned down and he sucked on my left nipple. I groaned as his dark lips sealed about my fat, pink nub. He suckled and my wonderful Milk flowed into his oral fissure. I groaned as his work force slid down my stomach. His fingers stroked lower and lower, teasing me.

I gasped as his digit brushed my omphalus and dipped into the fiddling 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 blue jean, his hand brushing my fastener.

SNAP !

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

Went lower.

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

My arms went around his head, cradling the sexy Shirley Temple guy to my round breasts. I closed my heart, loving him nursing at my nipple. He stroked me. His finger's breadth moved up and down, teasing my labia. His touch coaxed out my minuscule clit from its exhaust hood. I gasped as it burst with sparks from the first off clock time he touched me.

I gasped in pleasure, shuddering as he rubbed that little bud for a import. His finger danced along as he suckled. My milk squirted into his lip. He nursed with such hunger. I trembled, my juice soaking his digits.

“ Yes, yes, drink it all down, ” I panted. “ It's so good for you. Ooh, salute my Milk River. It'll make you even stronger. ”

He sucked with force. His lips engulfed more and Sir Thomas More of my areola. My Milk fired into his mouth. Every time he nursed, pleasure jolted down to my pussy. My slit clenched, drinking in the lightning while twinkle flared from my clit. The two different sensations desegregate and swirled interior of my cunt.

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

“ Yeah, ” volition croaked.

“ Wow, Abigail's titty 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 delight as I stared down. My tit were growing Buckminster Fuller. They were expanding as he nursed. It was a subtle change, but I could just see their heighten ontogenesis. They were troll and full, operose. I could feel the shifting in my stance as I adjusted myself to the increased weight of my mammaries.

“ I'm growing big udder, ” I groaned in delight. “ I am becoming a human dairy cow ! ”

“ Go Abigail ! ” cheered Courtney. “ You're so prosperous. I wish I had big, lactating titties. ”

“ She's got some lavish tatas, ” another guy groaned. “ Damn, Anthony, you're lucky. ”

I whimpered, my mammilla throbbing. Marcus Antonius's fingers slid up and down my pussy. I felt my orgasm edifice 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.

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

I stroked his bald-shaved brain. I caressed him, loving the feel of his duncical back talk wrapped around my mamilla. The amount of sucking he created was incredible. My juices flowed out of me. I whimpered and groaned.

“ Oh, yes, ” I panted.

His thumb started rubbing at my button while his fingers massaged my labia. He ran up and down the flexure of my pussy, teasing me. It was unbelievable. So intense. I just knew I was going to blow up. I was going to cause such an amazing orgasm.

I loved being a human dairy cow. I loved nursing sexy guys. Anthony suckled with such hunger. His leave alone script grabbed my right tit, squeezing. I felt my milk squirting out of my tit and into his mouth with such force.

I gasped, the pleasure swelling inside of me. I couldn't take much More of this. His thumb rubbed my button. His rima oris nursed at my nipple. His fingerbreadth caressed my labia. They danced up and down my slit, brushing my hymen. He stroked all my gamy bits.

“ Mark Anthony ! ” I howled.

“ Oh, yes, that's incredible ! ”

I came.

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

It was unbelievable. Stars burst before my eyes. My head tossed from face to side, my black hair dancing about my shoulders. My left chest swayed, moving with a overweight weightiness. I gasped, Anthony kneading my tit, milking me as he suckled.

My clit throbbed and ached beneath his massaging thumb.

“ Yes, yes, Susan B. Anthony ! ” I moaned. “ drainpipe my Milk ! waste pipe me dry ! ”

My tits were even larger now. I had to have two-bagger D's now. I now had teat as big as my mother. I groaned and gasped, the pleasure reaching that wonderful pinnacle of Adam. I hit it as he suckled out the last of my white meat milk. I groaned, a final quiver racing through me. Then I was panting. Gasping. I shook my capitulum, dizzy from the pleasure.

“ Oh, yes, you did sustain something for me, Susan Anthony, ” I moaned as his 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 digit into his backtalk, sucking up my other cream.

My naughty cream.

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

J-cups, here I come !

trousering, I thrust up my jean. I headed to my tail, my large breasts jiggling and swaying with my every drift. I sat down and smiled as I watched them bounce at the derriere of my vision. These were everything I wanted. Maybe they would grow great and I would get my J-cups. I struggled to pore on the deterrent example, to spring up my breeding, but all I could intend about was milk.

Creamy, White River, sweetened white meat milk. I could feel the joy slowly filling my teat. I was generating more and more. My massive udders were getting ready to nurse More son. They needed it. They had to booze my wonderful delight. So unbelievable. I would present them all my creamy treats.

I couldn't wait.

I kept my hands clasped tight together throughout the object lesson. It was hard not to wiggle. I was getting hot and commove 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 lower lip, my jersey feeling tighter and tighter. When I looked down, I knew my knocker were bigger. They were swelling and swelling, becoming those massive udder that I craved. Soon, they would be big enough to suck permanently. Every boy or man would enjoy my Milk River as practically as they wanted.

Lactophiles would adore me.

I bit my lower lip in anticipation.

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

Would I even need a shirt ?

I sauntered through the hallway, my hip joint swaying. My waistline was a fiddling curvier, too. Little more womanly. I might be short, but no daughter in my college had titmouse expectant than me now. The boys swarmed around me. They were staring at my tits, looking for that first sign of wetness. They were eager for my milk to fully arrive back in. They wanted to entertain from me.

It was so unbelievable. I had such a huge smile on my look as I entered my next class. My tits bounced and jiggled, my nipples aching. Throbbing. They were filling up with all that yummy Milk River. All the delights for the male child to enjoy. Nursing them all would be incredible.

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

His heart flicked down to my boobs. He licked his sass. “ Got milk for me ? ”

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

It was just in the way. v

I sauntered up to him, my tits jiggling. He turned in his seat, thirsty. I gasped as he seized my rightfield breast and swallowed my nipple. His whiskers rubbed against my satiny flesh in my raw areola. I whimpered at the rasping ace.

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 delectation gibe through me. It was unbelievable. Just what I craved. What I needed. I groaned, biting my scummy lip as the joy swelled and swelled interior of me.

I needed to be touched so bad.

My hips wiggled as he suckled, my milk squirting into his mouth. I whimpered and then gasped as Tim came up. He latched onto my other breast, leaning over to suckle with Nate. I groaned, holding both their oral sex to my nipple.

They were both so athirst. They both suckled with such enthusiasm. I whimpered, my toes curling as both my teat throbbed. My Milk River 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 tit were heavy now. They were good of so often milk. The two boys were so hungry, suckling on me. I shuddered, wiggling my hips. My pussy was just on fire.

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

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

I nodded my fountainhead, whimpering. “ Being a human being dairy cow is so hot. Makes 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 couldn't believe I was saying those words, but my step-in tingled around me. I needed to be devoured. My Virgo pussy needed Thomas More than just finger. Ken groaned, licking his lips and brushing those gold curls surrounding his mouth.

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

“ Yes, ” I moaned.

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

“ shit, you're wearing the properly sort of panties, 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 dependable. I could feel it filling my tits faster than the two male child could suckle it out. My man udders would just have sufficiency creamy treats for all the boys. I quivered, trembling as Ken dragged down my panties, exposing my ass and kitty to everyone.

“ Damn, she might have the tallness of a fiddling daughter, but that backside is mature, ” groaned Ken.

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

I shuddered as Ken kissed down the curve of my rear and dipped between my thighs. He nuzzled into my pussy. I gasped, his spit flicking across my Virgin slit. He brushed my folds and caressed my hymen. I quivered, my nipples throbbing and aching. Milk River squirted from them as the two boys gulped it down with such thirstiness.

I trembled, my orgasm edifice and building.

Ken squeezed my rump as he fluttered his lingua up and down my slit. Ken licked up my succus. I could feel them dripping out of me, another sweet and creamy dainty for the boys to enjoy. He brushed my button, sparks bursting from it just like bliss zapped from my pap. I groaned, loving every minute of this. My toes curled in my skid, my pussycat 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 bootleg pilus trembling about my nude shoulders. “ Oh, Ken, you're going to get so very much milk. Just make me cum. slug my pussy and make me explode. ”

“ You're going to drown me in your pussy cream, and then I'm going to suckle all the milk out of your titty, ” 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 button throbbed and ached. They all sent such marvelous sparks of pleasure shooting through me. My mamilla spurted their milk into the two son'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 closer to my orgasm. Ken's goatee rasped against my pussy sass through my bush. His tongue fluttered against my virgin fold, pressing on my Hymen. He lapped up my angelical ointment while the two other boys nursed on my sweet milk. They gulped it down with such thirstiness. They were swelling my bosom larger and magnanimous.

I just knew I would benefit J-cups.

I would give birth those big boobies just like I wanted. delectable bag. They would be arrant. 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 choose Nate's seat. Just keep licking me. I need an orgasm. It's so hot nursing you sexy boys. ”

“ I can't waiting to make you cum, ” groaned Mark Antony. The tall, Black guy was grinning at me. I didn't know when he had arrived, but he stared at me with such hunger.

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

Ken latched onto my button again. He sucked hard, his goatee rubbing against my pussy sassing. I shuddered, trembling. Both my nipples throbbed while Tim sucked at the Same time. My Milk River squirted into their backtalk, sending duple shock of lightning zapping down to my puss. My vestal twat became electrified. I gasped, the current of bliss rushing through me.

I came.

My pussy convulsed and spasmed. I felt my juices gushing out of me. They flowed, spilling into Ken's hungry oral fissure. He licked and lapped up my angelical ointment while my boob milk continued to hang into Nate's and Tim's hungry maw. I shuddered, the sparks zapping through my mind.

headliner danced before my eyes.

I shuddered, my integral body convulsing. My hand grabbed my impenetrable bosom, squeezing out my Milk River into Nate's and Tim's suckling mouths. I whimpered, my head shaking. It was so upright. So wonderful.

“ Make that HuCow slut cum ! ” Anthony shouted.

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

“ Yeah, bring in her cum, then you can wassail her delicious, creamy Milk River. I can't wait to milk her udder ! ”

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

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

Ken ripped his mouth from my pussy. His hands gave my ass a concluding liquidity crisis then he rose. “ Her slit is all yours. ”

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

I gasped at the visual modality of his blonde goatee soaked in my succus. My snatch cream had utterly drenched him. I could sense it, a sweet aroma, but unlike from the scrumptious emollient that squirted from my mammilla. I groaned as he darted in and kissed me. I shuddered, tasting my cunt.

A zip fastener rasped behind me.

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

“ Booyah ! ” Nate shouted.

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

realisation hit me.

He was about to pop my cherry red. He was about to really form me cum, earning him the right to drink all my creamy white meat Milk. I shuddered, my body on fire.

“ Yes, boys have to make out me to drink my breast milk ! ” I moaned.

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

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

Nate thrust.

I groaned, my nipple both bursting with twinkle of pleasure as my maidenhead stretched and stretched. Pain flared, meeting the electrifying bliss flowing from my nipple. I trembled. Then my cherry red popped. His putz slammed to the hilt in me. My centre widened I was suddenly filled with a Brobdingnagian dick.

My first cock ever.

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

Nate drew back his pelvis and then plunged into me again. He slammed his cock hard into my kitty-cat. I gasped at the force play of his cock burial to the hilt in me. His crotch smacked into my hindquarters, making my butt-cheeks jiggle. My big udders rippled, moving as the two hungry boys nursed at them.

“ Yes, yes, this is what I need ! ” I howled. “ This is how I need you boys to pay. This is how you'll love me. Oh, yes, drink my milk by fucking me intemperately. work me explode ! ”

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

“ You have to make love a HuCow hard ! ” growled Susan Brownell Anthony. “ You just pound her slit. And other places. ”

I shuddered, wanting to find those other places.

My teat throbbed and ached with more intensity. Being filled with Nate's stopcock made nursing my two son even better. I hugged them to my big mammilla, loving as they swelled them towards being massive J-cups. I trembled, whimpering. Every thrust of Nate's dick and suckle of those athirst oral cavity brought me closer and closer to that wonderful orgasm.

My deflowered snatch clenched down hard on the big dick thrusting into me. It slammed into my deepness, profound balls smacking into my clit. Sparks of pleasure joined the electrifying jolt zapping from my mamilla. Milk River squirted again and again into those hungry son'mouthpiece. I groaned, swaying. I was getting closelipped and skinny to exploding.

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

The more creamy delicacy I delivered to my hungry boys.

“ Oh, yes, fuck me hard. I want to share all my Milk River with you ! You're going to get big and warm and become such sexy men. Ooh, yes, fuck me, Nate. I need to cum. ”

He suddenly seized my black hairsbreadth and yanked my read/write head back. I gasped, loving his dominance. He fucked me hard. His powerful stroking rammed to the hilt in my slit. I trembled, my puss clenching down on him. Stars fit before my center. It was so vivid. Just amazing. I whimpered, squeezing down hard on his dick. This wondrous pleasure built and built and built inside of me.

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

It was what I needed. I exploded.

My pussy convulsed and writhed about Nate's peter. He grunted, fucking into my spasming depths. undulation of hot passion flooded through my body. The boot of pleasure was electrified by the zapping delight shooting from my nipples. Both son suckled as my orgasmic bliss swept through my mind. I screamed out in transport, buckling hard.

“ Fuck ! ” Nate grunted.

“ Cum in me ! ” I howled. “ Flood me with all that ejaculate. Yes ! I'm a human being dairy cow ! I need your cum flooding my puss ! ”

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

He groaned, squeezing my rosehip as he pumped more and more of his hot kindling into me. I loved it. I was a naughty, man dairy cow who needed all the wonderful cream to flood my consistency I could palm. I whimpered, the pleasance melting my mind.

It was incredible.

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

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

Tim popped his back talk off my mamilla and groaned, “ I want you to sit on my dick. ” He licked his lips, Milk staining them. “ Sit on my dick and ride me. Then I can keep breast feeding you. ”

I nodded, groaning as he sat down on a chair, shoving the desk away from him. He unzipped his jeans and squeeze them down, lifting his can up from the keister. His cock stretched out his sloshed whitey underwear. The yield of the Loom came off next. There he was, his big dick 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 puss down to his dick. His lips engulfed my nipple before I sank down on him. Once again, I would give two boys the creamy treat they loved. I shuddered, my pussy brushing his tool's tip.

Then I was sliding down him. I impaled my snatch down his cock. Tim groaned around my teat. He suckled harder as my pussy engulfed his tool. I gasped, my cunt clenching down on him. My pussy was almost sucking on his dick as he nursed at my pap. It was incredible. I leaned back, my mouth opening wide.

I let out a wanton moan.

manpower seized my point, turning me. I gasped to see the nerdy testament thrusting his dick at my mouth. Before I knew it, I was suckling on his peter. I nursed on him like the two boy nursed on my great boob. My kitty-cat squeezed around Tim's thick hawkshaw. I groaned, reveling in the feel of his shaft. 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 hands gripping my nous as he fucked his pecker in and out of my mouth. He had this wild aspect behind his glasses. He grunted and panted, eager to earn the right to give suck from my udders. I cupped his Ball, massaging them as he plunged his peter over and over into my backtalk. bilgewater ran down my Chin as I suckled.

The phone of nursing echoed around me. Ken, Tim, and I were all making those naughty sounds. Both my mamilla throbbed and ached in the boys'sassing, Ken's goatee rasping against my areola. I shuddered, my pussy clenching down around Tim's peter.

My snatch gripped him. I held his howling putz as I worked up and down his shaft. The feel of him in me repel me to just ride him. To just delight every in of his gumshoe in me. I would cum on his putz. I would explode on that chummy cock. I groaned, wiggling my rose hip.

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

I didn't know why I was prosperous. Did she intend because I had my big, heavy tits ? I could just tell they were J-cups now. After Nate had cum in me, after the male child at suckled my tits, they had swelled into such a marvelous, monolithic sizing.

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

A cock pressed between my butt-cheeks. It was covered in something slippery. lubricant. Out of the turning point of my eye, I could see Mark Antony. I shuddered as the Black guy brought his hammer to my bunghole. My nineteen-year-old body quivered. I was about to be sodomized. To be double-penetrated.

I would have dicks in all of my holes. I would suck and nurse at all three of the boys'cocks. I would love them.

I sucked so intemperately on Will's dick as Anthony's thick hammer pressed against my virginal bastard. My anatomical sphincter stretched and stretched and stretched. I shuddered, squirming on Tim's cock as that inkiness putz popped into my cocksucker. I groaned throaty pleasure, moaning around Will's prick.

I shuddered, Anthony's thick shaft plunging deeper and deeper into my bowel. This wonderful heat met the silky delight in my pussy. The two different rubbing merged and melted together, driving me towards another amazing sexual climax. My nipples burst with electric automobile delight, my Milk River squirting into Tim's and Ken's athirst mouths.

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

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

Marcus Antonius chuckled as he drew back his dick. My bowels clenched around his cinch, the friction intense. “ That's what I thought. You cum so hard. I'm going to meet your asshole with my cream and then suckle all that sweet, odoriferous milk out of your tits. ”

“ Yes, ” Will groaned, his cock plunging hard and fast in and out of my lip. “ That sounds hot ! Do that to her ! ”

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

My rose hip danced, stirring my cunt and asshole around Tim and Anthony's big shaft. They worked in and out of my yap. Two different, perplex friction. The satiny friction in my cunt and the velvety delight from my dickhead. They swelled inside of me, forming a wondrous violent storm fed by the electrical energy shooting from my nipples.

more and more than drool ran down my chin. I squeezed my eye shut, building and building towards that climax. I was so close. Anthony fucked me hard, driving his cock deep into my motherfucker. His crotch smacked into me. His globe thudded into my form over and over. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering as this amazing bliss built inside of me. The tempest grew.

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

My orgasm exploded through me.

The storm swept through my eubstance. My SOB and pussy writhed about the two cock. Howling winds of go swept through me. Zapping bolts of lightning electrified my mind. My nipple squirted even more milk into Tim's and Ken's hungry mouthpiece. I gulped down my treat as I squealed around testament's dick.

“ shag, yes ! ” the nerd groaned. Then his salty pick flooded my mouth.

I groaned as the jizz spilled through my oral fissure, swirling around my dentition. I gulped it down, my spit massaging the underside of his turncock. More and more of his boy-cream flooded my oral cavity. I savored every free fall. I reveled in this wonderful moment. It was incredible. Amazing. I never wanted to stop. I felt so woozy as this toothsome pleasure rippled through my body.

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

The bootleg guy fired his jizz into my asshole. jet after wonderful jet of his cum flooded me. Boys cheered around me, all eager to taste my milk. To have sex their cocks in and out of my oral cavity and pussy and arse. To open me their salty cum. I wanted it all.

I gulped down every drop-off of Will's jizz while my asshole and kitty milked Tim and Anthony dry.

Anthony ripped his dick out of my asshole. He seized me under my armpits and hauled me off Tim's cock. He pulled my huge 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 mammilla topping my J-cup tit. Will took the other one, suckling hard as the next boy stepped up to have it off my pussy.

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

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

It worked out safe for all of us.

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The physique chortled in delectation at the results of its newest dyad of panties. It had turned that flat-chested little girl into a lactating slut.

It had a different idea for its next pair. Not something so basal. Something fun. Something that would be sheer. To drop it off would be a risk in of itself. It would have to speculation into a new location. It would need all of its legerdemain to keep from being discovered. It would be a stranger.

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

But it would be Worth it.

It stroked the pair of step-in, loving the innovation. They were all inkiness, cut narrow in the social movement and rear, the waistband only strings. It had some dainty lacing decorating the front. Two words were printed in bright, atomic number 79 letters on the back. boldness letters.

TOP BITCH.

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

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