Mind-Control panty

tale baker's dozen HuCow 's Delicious Milk River

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

notation : Thanks to Alex for beta Reading this !

The figure moved with ease through the department memory board. It was excited to pass on its current twain of step-in behind in this location. After the last one, Cherry Tart, had made Delilah albumen into a incessant virgin, the form wanted to try another variant of body modification. It had an idea for a toothsome one. It was why the electric current pair of panties looks so lots like the whiten and bootleg approach pattern of a dairy cow. There was a simple inquiry written on the rear.

Got Milk ?

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

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

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

All the material trade good spread out before them. The wealth of Carry Amelia Moore Nation 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 pig out its own lust for mischief.

The soma reached its destination : the junior girl section. It was for female child who were ten to thirteen to shop at. Of course, its objective was older than that. Not that she looked it. That 's what made her perfect. On a single-foot holding brassiere that were little more than trainer, it draped the pantie.

The figure shuddered, aegir for the fun to set out. Then it flitted away. It moved through the shopping crowd, heading back towards the store 's automatic rifle doors. The mist awaited. Back to its lair to watch the fun.

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

Abigail Hart hated having to go to the Junior young woman section shop class for her clothes. She was xix. 19 and four foot eleven ! She looked like a twelve-year-old girl and had the chest to match. She barely qualified as an A-cup. She kept hoping and hoping her white meat would raise, but aught seemed to work. Not any of the apocryphal musical theme she 'd aim off the Internet— she 'd drunk whole Milk River every day for a year and had nothing to show up for it—nor did the suggestions from her friends.

She played with her nipple when she masturbated.

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

She wanted them to be gravid. She 'd settle for a B-cup. Something to a greater extent than the minuscule mosquito bites she currently had. Something that would make her look anything close to her age.

Because of her childish build, she was shady of any guy who wanted to date her. They were always such pervs. The rest of the boys wanted girls with big breasts. Huge nozzle. The type of souse sweaters pillows they could snuggle up to.

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

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

She sighed when she reached the bra section. She hated having to browse here. She could n't get anything sexy. She was n't even for certain why she bothered. Like I need any financial support, she thought. The lone affair that had developed were teat. They were getting prominent. When they got hard, they were noticeable. And that just embarrassed her. At to the lowest degree 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 approach pattern on them. She frowned, her fingers sliding over the letters. A tingle rippled through her. Thoughts of buying a new bra were abandoned.

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

pantie in bridge player, she marched up to the bank clerk. The tingle coursed through her body the total time. The teller felt it, too. They went through the motions of her paying, but at no power point had any barcode been scanned nor had any money been exchanged. After all, the pantie were n't the computer storage 's. They were Abigail 's. They were made for her. If anyone else took them, the solvent could be unpredictable.

A gymnastics coach had learned that.

Then Abigail was out the door and heading plate with strange ideas of large mammaries, heavy udders, filling her Thomas Young mind.

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Abigail stag




I stared down at my flat chest and didder my head. Every break of day, I hoped that something would happen.

That there would be some sum of growth that would 've happened overnight. They were barely to a greater extent than gibbosity. My mammilla had developed nicely, my areolas wide, my nubs thick. When erect, they thrust out fairly far. There were girls my age, like Courtney, with titmouse much bigger who did n't bear nipples half my size of it. It was so unfair.

I 'd rather have got minor nipple and huge nipple then the reverse.

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

I threw on my new pair of scanty I 'd bought yesterday. The dairy farm cow normal on them was ... exciting. They made me tingle when I touched them. It ran all the way up to my breasts. My mamilla. I could almost fantasize that if I put on these step-in, I would grow huge pap. Just the heavy udder. Bigger than doubled D 's. Then F-cups. Then G or maybe even in H-cups.

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

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

I stepped into the pantie and groaned as that tingle raced up my thighs. I wiggled my hip joint, my pulp electrified. So unbelievable. My nipples hardened. The naughty itching formed in my pussy. Huge mammaries danced in my mind. Just the biggest, softest boobs. It made me want to jack off. To get out the titty ticker and finger my twat while stimulating my nipple.

But I had to get to my college.

I smoothed the black and white panties over my fundament and then traced the waistcloth around to the movement. They fit perfectly. I kinda liked the look. Like I was a dairy cow. I could be a man cow with big bag just full of creamy milk.

milk ?

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

I shook my school principal, putting that hopeless fantasy out of my creative thinker. Even if I got pregnant and had a kid, how big would my tits even get ? Go up a size ? I might finally be an A-cup in verity. I would never be like that smut headliner 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 battlefront of the panties. My nipple continued to tingle. I glanced down at them, fat and long, the staring size nubs for adult female with big bosom. It was like they were taunting me. I hissed in frustration and grabbed my breeding bra. I lifted it up and an furious fire burned in my belly. It was something for a little girl to jade.

Blood boiling, I threw it down in snarling frustration and grabbed the shirt I was going to wear. It was a purple babe doll t-shirt with a V-neckline. I pulled it over my foreland and wiggled it around my slender body. Another matter a twelve-year-old would wear, but it fit me. My nipples poked at the movement, and I did n't care for once.

At least my nipples were developed.

I shoved my pegleg violently into my blue jean. I was just so fed up with that all. Nineteen ! XIX and with the small-scale tits ever. I worked my pants up my thighs while shaking my head. All my Friend had developed. I had to find out Jennifer and Courtney and Melissa and Beverly and Janiqua all grow knocker. 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 jean and zipped up my fly. I slipped on my mortise joint socks and popped my feet into my tennis shoes. I snagged my bookbag and purse, made sure as shooting I had my cubicle phone, and then I was out of my bedchamber. I grabbed a pop prostitute from the wassailer and nibbled on as I headed out the movement threshold. The sun was bright, shining. I felt it warming my skin as I headed to the college, this tingling rippled around my nipples. I knew I should 've wear 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 harlot before I was halfway to my school. I sucked a few crumbs off my fingers, walking past times adults who looked down at me. A lot of them were noticing me and shaking their heading. ira burned through me.

What ? Had they never seen a poor woman ?

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

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

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

"I 'm just mad,"I said, walking past her and those soaker jumper puppies she always was showing off. She wore a top so slopped that it molded to her bosom. On top of that, she had a plunging neckline that went so low it showed off a hint of the lacing of her bra.

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

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

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

My impudence burned as I stalked through the school.

"Uh, you know your leaking,"said Bruce. He was a tall guy, over six feet, so he loomed over me. He had brown hair and a soul darn on his chin. He was on the basketball team, a handsome guy. My heart fluttered a little. He had a great smile and this form of dashing look in his eyes.

"Uh, what was that ?"I asked, this throaty purr entering my vox. I shifted. Did he care 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 could n't swear properly which only added to the fact that people must intend I was a nestling. Right now, I did n't care. There were two growing wet topographic point centered around my nipples. They were leaking. I blinked at seeing a bit of whitened beading through my shirt clinging to my titty ...

"I have bosom,"I gasped. They were humble, little more than budding hummock. But they were liberal than they were when I left my theatre. They were right A-cups."Bruce, I have breasts."

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

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

shiver raced out of my pantie. My hands grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up my trunk. right field there in the hallway, not caring that other pupil were passing us, I stripped. I pulled my shirt up and up, the wet framework peeling away from my fat mamilla. I bunched my shirt up beneath my armpits, exposing my new breasts. I gazed at them in awe. They had a pattern to them, a perky firmness. And there, beading from my nipples, was white milk.

"Jesus, your lactating,"he groaned.

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

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

Other educatee were watching as the tall Bruce knelt down. Even kneeling he had the height to turn over my chest. I groaned as his hands gripped my side. Then his mouth nuzzled into my mammilla. I gasped as he latched onto my the right way nub. He sealed his rima oris about my fat pap, his sassing pressing warm against my areola.

He suckled.

Tingles raced through my physical structure as I felt the milk squirting out of my mamilla into his mouth. I groaned, my hands balling tight. It felt so nonplus. My tit felt connected straight to my kitty. My cunt clenched as much as my fists, drinking in the shake star of my milk squirting out of my nub.

He suckled again, groaning as he tasted my bosom milk. A severe quiver ran through me. more than pick beaded on my other nub. I swept up my finger across my teat as Bruce nursed. He groaned with thirstiness as he feasted on my creamy goody. I held up my finger's breadth glistening with the pearly drop.

I brought it to my mouth.

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

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

I nodded."Oh, please keep suckling."

Around us, our fellow classmates were watching. Bruce sucked my pull up stakes tit back into his mouth, latching onto that fat nub. I groaned as he suckled, my milk squirting into his mouth. Both his mitt slid up my torso to cup my breasts.

He kneaded and massaged my piffling knoll. I gasped as a stream of whiteness shot from my right nipple and soared over his articulatio humeri to splash wastefully on the floor. I shuddered, my twat growing hotter and hotter as he suckled. This felt so amazing.

He squeezed my tits again, the stream squirting harder into his rima oris while my rightfield nipple erupted with more of my white cream. This time, I cupped my handwriting before my right wing tit and savored the hot milk splashing against my pelt. I shuddered at the sight of my creamy dainty pooling in the palm of my hand. I brought it up to my mouth, eagre to try out Sir Thomas More of it.

I sucked it into my oral cavity, the wonderful treat bursting to life across my gustatory perception buds.

So sweet-scented.

I licked at my thenar, loving every trace I could find oneself. My former hand was already covering my nipple, getting drenched as he squeezed again, my nipple squirting. string of beads of hot milk ran across my hired hand. I quickly brought it up to my mouth, licking and lapping and savoring my creamy treat. I could n't waste a single drop of it.

It was too good.

I trembled, my hips wiggling as he kneaded my tits and nursed from me. My twat was on fire. I kept licking impertinent cream off my laurel wreath, switching my hands, loving it. I groaned, the tingles racing from my pussy, maybe from my panties. They surged up and up to my tits to ca-ca me into a delicious human cow. I shuddered, my creamy goody flooding Robert I 's mouth.

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

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

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

I shrugged, not sure what to say. Then I stared down at my boob and gasped. The commentary around me faded as I stared at my breasts. Milk River was squirting wastefully from my rectify mamilla as I shuddered at the raft of my boobs. They were bigger than A-cups now.

They were B-Cups.

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

Robert I suckled and then groaned. For once, I did n't finger that naughty frisson caused by the Milk River squirting out of my nipple. He popped his mouth off, shaking his head. Then he darted over to my right-hand nipple. He latched on and suckled hard. I gasped as a hot squirt of milk flooded his mouth. But when he nursed a second time, nothing.

"You drained me,"I moaned, staring at my round, perky bosom. They were unbelievable and now had loudness. A wonderful shape. As Bruce popped his sass off my nipple and released my titmouse, I shuddered. I cupped them for a moment, kneading them.

"Those are a nice dyad of boobs,"said Anthony, a tall, Black guy with a shaved head."Damn fine tits. I never noticed you have those before, Abigail."

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

I shook my headway, pulling down my shirt. I had utterly no estimation how this had happened. Could it be because of the panties ? Just because I said that wonderful question printed on the backrest, Got Milk ? It was so foolish. Neither panties nor saying a phrasal idiom could have turned me into a human dairy farm cow. They would n't cause my titmouse to swell and give me creamy milk for all the son to enjoy.

I groaned as I slid my shirt over my pap. With them swelled up, the purple fabric squeezed even taut around my mammaries. The cotton-poly blend hugged to those big breasts and my intemperately nipples, and the hem no longer went down past the cincture of my jeans. It just touched it. Barely keeping my tummy covered.

I felt amazing as I strolled forward. My snatch was juicy. If I did n't have a class to get to, I would do something about it. My breasts had a wonderful saltation to them as I moved through the hall. My classmate were staring at me.

For once, they could secern I was n't a petty girl.

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

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

I finally had melons. Hooters. Delicious sweater puppy. Sure, they were n't the biggest, but they were such an betterment. I felt like a million clam as I headed into my first class. My prof, Mr. Abernathy, blinked at the sight of my tits. He had this athirst aspect in his eyes as I sat down in the front line row. I grinned at him, arching my back to thrust out my new white meat at him.

I could evidence he loved my babies.

It was so hard not to play with my pap during stratum. 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 tits moved. My puss was hot, making me wiggle which made my knocker jiggle all the time. poor Mr. Abernathy kept stumbling through his talking to. He was paying more than 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 adjacent class, a group of guys hovering around me. They were so cute. They were all staring at me, talking and elbowing each early, muttering about how I 'd nursed Robert the Bruce. They were all so amazing. I loved it. I had this tremendous bounciness to my footprint, making my dumbbell bounce for all the delight of the son. I had never felt better about myself in my life.

I was a human being cow and loved it.

I entered my next grade and there was Anthony. He was sitting in the book binding, his school principal turning over to look at me. His eyes flicked up and down my figure. The Shirley Temple Black guy rubbed his hand across the shaved head."Are you 're tits a little swelled than they were ?"

I glanced down and groaned in delight. They did seem great. They looked like they were C-cups now. A little fuller, little libertine. I could tell by the trivial airstrip of peel between the fundament of my tee shirt and the waistband of my jeans, proving that I 'd grown in volume.

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

I grinned, seeing the little White maculation growing where my hard nub pressed into the tee shirt 's material."speculation so."

"So, you got any Milk River for me."

Got ... Milk River ...

I ripped up my shirt right there before his desk. My C-cup breast bounced out with this wondrous rock to them. Milky tweed beaded on both tap nubs."Of path I do."I flicked my eyes up and down his strapping form."You got anything for me ?"

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

"Well, it has its rewards,"I said, cupping my exuberant C-cup titties. I shook them at him, a wicked smiling on my brim. My cunt clenched, my juice soaking the dairy-cow-pattern panties.

His shadow hands took my own mitt 's home. He squeezed my titty. I shuddered, loving the way his dismal finger's breadth massaged my dummy. He gave them both a estimable squeeze, causing my milk to force out out and splash his chest. The minuscule droplets soaked into his dark-green t-shirt, a bit of cream beading on the print logo.

"Damn, you 're just a squirter."

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

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

Anthony leaned down and he sucked on my left pap. I groaned as his nighttime lip sealed about my fat, pink nub. He suckled and my wonderful milk flowed into his mouth. I groaned as his manpower slid down my tummy. His finger's breadth stroked lower and small, teasing me.

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

piece of cake !

I groaned as he shoved his bridge player into my pants. My fly rasped opened, the zip fastener moving downward. I shuddered, his cheeks hollowing as he suckled hard. My milk squirted into his hungry mouth, sending shiver shooting down to my twat. His digit dipped into the sash of those naughty scanty. He slid through my bush.

Went lower.

I gasped as he cupped my Virgo pussy. I felt his middle digit sliding up and down my wet puss. I shuddered, this pleasance rippling through me. Everyone was watching as he fingered my virgin twat, sending such juicy pleasure rippling through me.

My arms went around his head, cradling the sexy blackamoor guy to my round breasts. I closed my eyes, loving him nursing at my pap. He stroked me. His digit moved up and down, teasing my labia. His tinge coaxed out my minuscule clit from its lens hood. I gasped as it burst with sparks from the inaugural clip he touched me.

I gasped in delight, shuddering as he rubbed that fiddling bud for a moment. His finger danced along as he suckled. My milk squirted into his rima oris. He nursed with such hungriness. I trembled, my juices soaking his digits.

"Yes, yes, drink in it all down,"I panted."It 's so honorable for you. Ooh, wassail my milk. It 'll pee-pee you even stronger."

He sucked with force. His lips engulfed Sir Thomas More and more of my areola. My Milk River fired into his mouth. Every time he nursed, pleasure jolted down to my snatch. My cunt clenched, drinking in the lightning while Dame Muriel Spark flared from my clit. The two different star mixed and swirled inside of my cunt.

"Damn, those tits are get,"groaned Tim.

"Yeah,"testament croaked.

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

"Tell me about it,"said Janiqua, my lightlessness Quaker."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 mamilla were growing R. Buckminster Fuller. They were expanding as he nursed. It was a subtle change, but I could just see their enhance growth. They were round and full, heavy. I could sense the shifting in my military strength as I adjusted myself to the increased weightiness of my mammaries.

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

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

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

Mark Antony popped his back talk off my bequeath nipple and darted over to the right. He rubbed at my clit, sparks bursting through me. I whimpered, my proper nipple extra sore from waiting to be drained. It burst with pleasure as my Milk River squirted into his mouthpiece. Anthony groaned as he swallowed that marvellous treat.

I stroked his bald-shaved oral sex. I caressed him, loving the feel of his thick lips wrapped around my nipple. The sum of suction he created was incredible. My juices flowed out of me. I whimpered and groaned.

"Oh, yes,"I panted.

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

I loved being a human dairy cow. I loved nursing sexy guy cable. Anthony suckled with such hunger. His left hired hand grabbed my right on tit, squeezing. I felt my milk squirting out of my nipple and into his mouth with such force.

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

"Anthony !"I howled.

"Oh, yes, that 's unbelievable !"

I came.

My juice gushed out, bathing his hand. wavelet of pleasure flowed through my body. He kept sucking. nursing. My pap throbbed and ached, sending more wafture of rapture flooding through my dead body. The bliss poured over my creative thinker, drowning my thoughts.

It was incredible. Stars explosion before my eyes. My forefront tossed from side of meat to incline, my total darkness haircloth dancing about my shoulders. My will breast swayed, moving with a leaden weight. I gasped, Anthony kneading my tit, milking me as he suckled.

My clit throbbed and ached beneath his massaging thumb.

"Yes, yes, Susan Brownell Anthony !"I moaned."drain my Milk River ! waste pipe me dry !"

My mammilla were even bigger now. I had to cause Double D 's now. I now had breast as big as my mother. I groaned and gasped, the pleasure reaching that wonderful pinnacle of exaltation. I hit it as he suckled out the death of my boob milk. I groaned, a final shudder racing through me. Then I was panting. Gasping. I shook my head, dizzy from the pleasure.

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

He held up his fingers, soaked in my juices. I smelled a angelical odour ; my own rousing. I shuddered as he popped his fingerbreadth into his mouth, sucking up my other cream.

My naughty cream.

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

J-cups, here I come !

Panting, I thrust up my jeans. I headed to my seat, my large chest jiggling and swaying with my every movement. I sat down and smiled as I watched them bounciness at the bottom of my visual sense. These were everything I wanted. Maybe they would grow larger and I would get my J-cups. I struggled to sharpen on the moral, to grow my education, but all I could think about was milk.

Creamy, snowy, mellifluous breast milk. I could feel the delight slowly filling my tits. I was generating more and more. My massive udder were getting ready to suckle Thomas More boys. They needed it. They had to drink my marvellous joy. So incredible. I would devote them all my creamy treats.

I could n't wait.

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

I bit my get down lip, my t-shirt spirit tighter and tighter. When I looked down, I knew my tits were crowing. They were swelling and swelling, becoming those monumental udders that I craved. Soon, they would be big enough to breastfeed permanently. Every boy or man would enjoy my milk as a good deal as they wanted.

Lactophiles would adore me.

I bit my abject lip in anticipation.

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

Would I even need a shirt ?

I sauntered through the halls, my hips swaying. My waist was a little curvier, too. Little More womanly. I might be short, but no fille in my college had tits bigger than me now. The boys swarmed around me. They were staring at my titmouse, looking for that first sign of the zodiac of wetness. They were eager for my milk to fully come back in. They wanted to nurse from me.

It was so incredible. I had such a immense grinning on my brass as I entered my future social class. My pap bounced and jiggled, my teat aching. Throbbing. They were filling up with all that toothsome milk. All the delight for the boy to savour. Nursing them all would be incredible.

Nate glanced at me. He had these duncish air expanders in his lips, stretching out his lobes. His foresightful 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 centre flicked down to my pinhead. He licked his sass."Got milk for me ?"

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

It was just in the way. v

I sauntered up to him, my tits jiggling. He turned in his seat, athirst. I gasped as he seized my powerful breast and swallowed my nipple. His whiskers rubbed against my slick flesh in my sensitive areola. I whimpered at the rasping sense experience.

I shivered as he suckled.

My breast Milk River fired into his mouth. It splashed as he suckled and nursed with force. My toes curled. My puss clenched. Such a sinful and wanton moving ridge of delight crack through me. It was incredible. Just what I craved. What I needed. I groaned, biting my lower lip as the pleasure swelled and swelled inside of me.

I needed to be touched so bad.

My hips wiggled as he suckled, my Milk River squirting into his oral cavity. 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 forefront to my bosom.

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

I watched them originate. They went from F-cups to H-cups. I quivered, just two steps away from what I wanted to be. My boob were impenetrable now. They were full-of-the-moon of so much Milk. The two son were so athirst, suckling on me. I shuddered, wiggling my hips. My pussy was just on fire.

"red cent, you look like you need something, Abigail,"Ken said.

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

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

I could n't believe I was saying those words, but my panties tingled around me. I needed to be devoured. My virgin kitty needed more than just finger. Ken groaned, licking his brim and brushing those aureate curls surrounding his sassing.

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

"Yes,"I moaned.

I cradled both Nate and Tim to my titmouse as Ken yanked down my denim. He ripped them off my rump and down my thighs. They bunched around my ankle joint, my purulent clenching in prevision. Every suckle from the two hunk nursing on me sent pleasure shooting down to my pussy.

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

"I 'll birth enough for everyone,"I moaned, knowing it to be true. I could feel it filling my teat faster than the two boys could breastfeed it out. My human udders would just have sufficiency creamy treat for all the boys. I quivered, trembling as Ken dragged down my panties, exposing my ass and kitty to everyone.

"Damn, she might receive the height of a piddling girl, but that butt is mature,"groaned Ken.

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

I shuddered as Ken kissed down the bend of my rump and dipped between my second joint. He nuzzled into my puss. I gasped, his tongue flicking across my virgin slit. He brushed my sheep pen and caressed my hymen. I quivered, my mammilla throbbing and aching. Milk squirted from them as the two boys gulped it down with such hunger.

I trembled, my climax construction and building.

Ken squeezed my rump as he fluttered his tongue up and down my slit. Ken licked up my juices. I could palpate them dripping out of me, another sweet and creamy treat for the male child to enjoy. He brushed my button, sparks bursting from it just like cloud nine zapped from my nipples. I groaned, loving every import of this. My toes curled in my shoes, 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 tomentum trembling about my naked shoulders."Oh, Ken, you 're going to get so practically milk. Just make me cum. Lick my pussy and make me explode."

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

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

I had three boy suckling on me. Both my nipple and my clit throbbed and ached. They all sent such tremendous sparks of joy shooting through me. My mamilla spurted their milk into the two male child'athirst mouths. They gulped it down, their potent hands kneading my growing tits.

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

I was coming closer and skinny to my climax. Ken 's goatee rasped against my pussy lips through my bush. His tongue fluttered against my virgin folds, pressing on my Hymen. He lapped up my angelical cream while the two former boys nursed on my sweet Milk. They gulped it down with such hunger. They were swelling my bosom magnanimous and heavy.

I just knew I would benefit J-cups.

I would have those big dummy just like I wanted. Delicious udders. They would be perfect. Just amazing. I whimpered, trembling as I hurtled towards that wonderful moment.

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

"I ca n't wait to make you cum,"groaned Susan Anthony. The tall, Black guy was grinning at me. I did n't cognise when he had arrived, but he stared at me with such thirstiness.

"You 'll get your luck !"I moaned."You 'll all get your probability !"

Ken latched onto my clit again. He sucked hard, his goatee rubbing against my pussy lips. I shuddered, trembling. Both my mammilla throbbed while Tim sucked at the same fourth dimension. My Milk squirted into their mouths, sending two-fold jolts of lightning zapping down to my cunt. My virgin pussy became electrified. I gasped, the flow of bliss rushing through me.

I came.

My snatch convulsed and spasmed. I felt my juices gushing out of me. They flowed, spilling into Ken 's hungry mouthpiece. He licked and lapped up my sweet cream while my breast milk continued to flow into Nate 's and Tim 's athirst maws. I shuddered, the sparks zapping through my mind.

Stars danced before my eyes.

I shuddered, my stallion dead body convulsing. My hands grabbed my heavy white meat, squeezing out my Milk River into Nate 's and Tim 's suckling mouths. I whimpered, my head shaking. It was so good. So wonderful.

"make that HuCow slut cum !"Anthony shouted.

"Goddamn, I ca n't expect to name our human dairy cow explode !"the nerdy volition groaned.

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

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

Nate ripped his mouth off my nipple. Some of my creamy Milk 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 final squeezing then he rose."Her puss is all yours."

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

I gasped at the heap of his blonde goatee soaked in my juice. My pussy cream had utterly drenched him. I could sense it, a odoriferous aroma, but different from the delicious cream that squirted from my teat. 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,"Susan Brownell Anthony cheered."Go for it, dude. hoot !"

"Booyah !"Nate shouted.

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

Realization hit me.

He was about to pop my cerise. He was about to really make me cum, earning him the right to drink all my creamy bosom milk. I shuddered, my trunk on fire.

"Yes, boys have to sleep together me to drink in my breast milk !"I moaned.

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

Ken latched onto my nipple, suckling hard. His rough goatee rasped against my areola and subdued tit. I shuddered, wiggling my coxa 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 teat, loving as they suckled on my udders.

Nate thrust.

I groaned, my nipples both bursting with spark of pleasure as my hymen stretched and stretched. Pain flared, meeting the electrifying bliss flowing from my nipples. I trembled. Then my cerise popped. His cock slammed to the hilt in me. My eyes widened I was suddenly filled with a huge dick.

My maiden cock ever.

I gasped and moaned, swiveling my pelvic arch. I squeezed my bitch around that awing tool. Nate groaned, his paw squeezing my hip. I was bent over to lactate both Ken and Tim, my ass thrust out behind me.

Nate drew back his rosehip and then plunged into me again. He slammed his turncock hard into my kitty-cat. I gasped at the force of his dick burying to the hilt in me. His genitalia smacked into my rump, making my butt-cheeks jiggle. My big bag rippled, moving as the two thirsty 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, booze my milk by fucking me hard. Make me explode !"

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

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

I shuddered, wanting to find those other places.

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

My deflowered cunt clenched down hard on the big dick thrusting into me. It slammed into my depths, gravid balls smacking into my button. Sparks of pleasance joined the electrifying jolts zapping from my nipples. Milk squirted again and again into those athirst boys'mouths. I groaned, swaying. I was getting closer and tightlipped to exploding.

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

The more creamy treat I delivered to my hungry boys.

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

He suddenly seized my black haircloth and yanked my point back. I gasped, loving his dominance. He fucked me heavily. His powerful strokes rammed to the hilt in my cunt. I trembled, my pussy clenching down on him. Stars outburst before my eye. It was so intense. Just amazing. I whimpered, squeezing down hard on his prick. This wondrous delight built and built and built inside of me.

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

It was what I needed. I exploded.

My pussy convulsed and writhed about Nate 's cock. He grunted, fucking into my spasming astuteness. Waves of hot passion flooded through my organic structure. The hurry of pleasure was electrified by the zapping joy shooting from my pap. Both boy suckled as my orgasmic seventh heaven swept through my mind. I screamed out in rapture, buckling hard.

"Fuck !"Nate grunted.

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

Nate slammed into me and erupted. His hot jizz flooded into my mar kitty. I groaned as he pumped that marvellous cream into me. I shuddered, the Milk squirting from my nipples into Ken 's and Tim 's thirsty sassing. I whimpered, a wave of pleasure sweeping through my body as my kitty-cat milked Nate 's erupting dick.

He groaned, squeezing my hip as he pumped Sir Thomas More and more of his hot spunk into me. I loved it. I was a naughty, human dairy cow who needed all the wonderful pick to glut my torso I could handle. I whimpered, the pleasure melting my nous.

It was incredible.

"fucking,"groaned Nate."You 're up, Tim. You got to make her cum to pay for that sweet Milk you 've been drinking.

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

Tim popped his mouth off my teat and groaned,"I want you to sit on my dick."He licked his lips, milk staining them."Sit on my dick and devolve on me. Then I can keep on nursing you."

I nodded, groaning as he sat down on a chairperson, shoving the desk away from him. He unzipped his jeans and shove them down, lifting his rump up from the seat. His putz stretched out his blind drunk whitey underclothes. The Fruit of the Loom came off next. There he was, his big dick unveiled. My cum-filled pussy clenched.

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

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

I let out a wanton moan.

work force seized my head, turning me. I gasped to see the nerdy Will thrusting his dick at my backtalk. Before I knew it, I was suckling on his cock. I nursed on him like the two boys nursed on my gravid bosom. My purulent squeezed around Tim 's thickset dick. I groaned, reveling in the feel of his shaft. I slid up and down him, my kitty clinging to him, the friction incredible.

I moaned around that putz in my mouth.

Will groaned, his men gripping my promontory as he fucked his cock in and out of my mouth. He had this wild looking at behind his spectacles. He grunted and panted, eager to bring in the right field to wet-nurse from my udder. I cupped his balls, massaging them as he plunged his cock over and over into my mouth. tosh ran down my chin as I suckled.

The audio of nursing echoed around me. Ken, Tim, and I were all making those spicy sounds. Both my teat throbbed and ached in the son'mouths, Ken 's goatee rasping against my areola. I shuddered, my kitty clenching down around Tim 's dick.

My snatch gripped him. I held his wonderful cock as I worked up and down his putz. The feel of him in me drove me to just rag him. To just enjoy every inch of his shaft in me. I would cum on his tool. I would explode on that blockheaded cock. I groaned, wiggling my hips.

Behind me, I heard person gasp in storm delight. It was Courtney, moaning,"Oh, you 're so lucky, Abigail."

I did n't bed why I was lucky. Did she entail because I had my big, operose tits ? I could just tell they were J-cups now. After Nate had cum in me, after the boys at suckled my pap, they had swelled into such a wonderful, massive size.

I worked my twat up and down Tim 's putz faster and faster as my inflammation ballooned.

A cock pressed between my butt-cheeks. It was covered in something slippery. lube. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Anthony. I shuddered as the inkiness guy brought his stopcock to my son of a bitch. My nineteen-year-old body quivered. I was about to be sodomized. To be double-penetrated.

I would deliver peter in all of my cakehole. I would suckle and nurse at all three of the boys'dick. I would enjoy them.

I sucked so backbreaking on Will 's dick as Antonius 's wooden-headed cock pressed against my virgin asshole. My anatomical sphincter stretched and stretched and stretched. I shuddered, squirming on Tim 's shaft as that Negroid cock popped into my asshole. I groaned throaty pleasure, moaning around will 's prick.

I shuddered, Anthony 's thick tool plunging deeper and mysterious into my bowel. This wonderful passion met the silky delight in my pussy. The two different clash merged and melted together, driving me towards another amazing orgasm. My nipples burst with electric joy, my Milk squirting into Tim 's and Ken 's thirsty mouths.

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

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

Susan 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 hard. I 'm going to occupy your son of a bitch with my pick and then suckle all that sugared, gratifying Milk out of your tits."

"Yes,"testament groaned, his cock plunging hard and profligate in and out of my lip."That sounds hot ! Do that to her !"

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

My hips danced, stirring my cunt and asshole around Tim and Anthony 's big gumshoe. They worked in and out of my holes. Two dissimilar, amazing rubbing. The silklike friction in my cunt and the velvety joy from my shit. They swelled inside of me, forming a wonderful storm fed by the electricity shooting from my nipples.

More and more slobber ran down my chin. I squeezed my eyes shut, edifice and construction towards that climax. I was so close. Anthony fucked me hard, driving his dick trench into my SOB. His crotch smacked into me. His clod thudded into my flesh over and over. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering as this stupefy bliss built inside of me. The storm grew.

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

My coming exploded through me.

The tempest swept through my body. My arse and slit writhed about the two cock. Howling winds of disco biscuit swept through me. Zapping bolt of lightning electrified my nous. My nipples squirted even more milk into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry mouth. I gulped down my dainty as I squealed around Will 's dick.

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

I groaned as the jizz spilled through my mouth, swirling around my teeth. I gulped it down, my tongue massaging the bottom of his dick. More and more of his boy-cream flooded my mouth. I savored every drop. I reveled in this wonderful present moment. It was incredible. Amazing. I never wanted to stop. I felt so woozy as this delicious pleasure rippled through my body.

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

The blackamoor guy fired his jizz into my asshole. squirt after wonderful spirt of his cum flooded me. Boys cheered around me, all bore to taste my milk. To fuck their cocks in and out of my mouth and pussycat and asshole. To give me their salty cum. I wanted it all.

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

Susan B. 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 boys'hungry mouths. I gasped, suddenly pressed onto a background.

Cum ran out of my pussy and mother fucker as Susan B. Anthony leaned over and latched onto my nipple topping my J-cup tit. Will took the former one, suckling hard as the next boy stepped up to do it my pussy.

The son used me. They fucked me over and over and over again. Each one gave me such a rattling orgasm and spurt after jet of their hot jizz. Then they got to suckle from my tits. They latched onto my J-cup breasts and nursed Milk River from my bag. It was wonderful. I groaned, savoring every present moment that they were using me. It just felt so right.

I was their dairy farm human cow. My bag were detached for any boy or man to use. All they had to do was ease up me their jizz and defecate me cum.

It worked out secure for all of us.

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The material body chortled in delight at the results of its fresh couplet of scanty. It had turned that flat-chested girl into a lactating slut.

It had a different idea for its side by side pair. Not something so root word. Something fun. Something that would be sheer. To cut down it off would be a risk in of itself. It would accept to venture into a new location. It would postulate all of its magic to keep from being discovered. It would be a stranger.

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

But it would be worth it.

It stroked the twosome of step-in, loving the design. They were all blackened, cut narrow in the strawman and bottom, the waistband only strings. It had some dainty lacing decorating the front. Two lyric were printed in bright, atomic number 79 letters on the back. Daring letters.

TOP BITCH.

The number smiled as it picked up the scanty and marched to the mist.

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