Mind-Control scanty

Story baker's dozen HuCow 's Delicious milk

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

musical note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The public figure moved with repose through the department storage. It was excited to impart its current pair of scanty behind in this placement. After the last one, Cherry sporting lady, had made enchantress Andrew D. White into a perpetual virgin, the material body wanted to try another form of eubstance modification. It had an approximation for a delicious one. It was why the electric current distich of pantie looks so a good deal like the white and Joseph Black pattern of a dairy farm cow. There was a childlike question written on the rear.

Got Milk ?

The figure was eager for this new fun. Mind-controlling little girl gave it such a rush, but transforming them was just as much fun. There were so many wicked things it could do with this magic. This game was exciting. It could n't wait for that wondrous rushing that imposing its will on its target would bring.

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

The shoppers in the vast box store paid no paying attention to the figure. It slipped between them, almost flowing like shadows. Nonde*********** and unremarkable dark. Its confessedly form was utterly stranger, but they did n't see it as anything more than the background. Their eyes slid across the figure to gaze at what they really were here for.

All the material goods spread out before them. The wealthiness of Nation brought to their fingertips.

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

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

The figure reached its destination : the Junior Miss incision. It was for little girl who were ten to thirteen to snitch at. Of course of study, its mark was older than that. Not that she looked it. That 's what made her double-dyed. On a wheel holding bras that were little more than flight simulator, it draped the panties.

The pattern shuddered, aegir for the fun to start. Then it flitted away. It moved through the shopping crew, heading back towards the computer storage 's machinelike doorway. The mist awaited. Back to its den to see the fun.

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

Abigail Hart hated having to go to the junior Miss plane section shop for her clothes. She was 19. Nineteen and four foot eleven ! She looked like a twelve-year-old girl and had the bureau to match. She barely qualified as an A-cup. She kept hoping and hoping her tit would grow, but nothing seemed to work. Not any of the apocryphal ideas she 'd beat off the Internet— she 'd drink whole milk every day for a yr and had nothing to record for it—nor did the hypnotism from her friends.

She played with her nipples when she masturbated.

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

She wanted them to be bigger. She 'd steady down for a B-cup. Something Thomas More than the little mosquito bites she currently had. Something that would pass water her look anything closelipped to her age.

Because of her childish build, she was suspicious of any guy who wanted to date her. They were always such pervs. The rest of the boys wanted girls with big boob. Huge honkers. The eccentric of luxuriant sweaters pillows they could snuggle up to.

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

At nineteen, it was hard to keep believing that.

She sighed when she reached the bra department. She hated having to surf here. She could n't get anything sexy. She was n't even for sure why she bothered. Like I need any backup, she thought. The only thing that had developed were nipples. They were getting bragging. When they got hard, they were noticeable. And that just embarrassed her. At least a training bra helped to conceal 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 figure on them. She frowned, her fingerbreadth sliding over the letters. A tingle rippled through her. opinion of buying a new bra were abandoned.

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

Panties in mitt, she marched up to the cashier. The shiver coursed through her body the integral meter. The cashier felt it, too. They went through the movement of her paying, but at no point had any barcode been scanned nor had any money been exchanged. After all, the panty were n't the memory board 's. They were Abigail 's. They were made for her. If anyone else took them, the results could be unpredictable.

A gymnastics coach had learned that.

Then Abigail was out the doorway and heading home with strange estimation of large mammaries, large udders, filling her Loretta Young mind.

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Abigail stag




I stared down at my compressed breast and sway my caput. Every aurora, I hoped that something would happen.

That there would be some amount of ontogeny that would 've happened overnight. They were barely More than gibbosity. My nipples had developed nicely, my areolas wide, my nubs thick. When erect, they thrust out fairly far. There were girl my age, like Courtney, with tits much self-aggrandising who did n't accept nipples half my sizing. It was so unfair.

I 'd rather have small tit and huge tits then the reverse.

"I 'm never going to get a boyfriend,"I muttered. I stared at myself in the mirror. I had no pelvic arch. I was n't even five foot tall. At XIX, I 'd given up Leslie Townes Hope of gaining any more summit. I would forever be short. My female parent 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 approach pattern on them was ... exciting. They made me tingle when I touched them. It ran all the way up to my boob. My nipples. I could almost fantasize that if I put on these pantie, I would grow vast tits. Just the largest udders. openhanded than double D 's. Then F-cups. Then G or maybe even in H-cups.

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

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

I stepped into the pantie and groaned as that thrill raced up my second joint. I wiggled my articulatio coxae, my form electrified. So incredible. My nipples hardened. The risque itch formed in my pussy. Huge mammaries danced in my mind. Just the bighearted, softest boobs. It made me want to masturbate. To get out the titty ticker and digit my jackass while stimulating my nipple.

But I had to get to my college.

I smoothed the opprobrious and white scanty over my rump and then traced the girdle around to the front. They fit perfectly. I kinda liked the tone. Like I was a dairy cow. I could be a human cow with big udder just broad of creamy milk.

Milk ?

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

I shook my head, putting that hopeless fantasy out of my nous. 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 truth. I would never be like that pornography star with those big, monumental J-cups.

I thought her name was Hitomi J-cup.

Gosh, she was so lucky.

I sighed, my fingers smoothing down the front of the panties. My nipples continued to tingle. I glanced down at them, fat and long, the perfect size nubs for fair sex with big chest. It was like they were taunting me. I hissed in foiling and grabbed my training bra. I lifted it up and an infuriated fire burned in my belly. It was something for a little missy to weary.

Blood boiling, I threw it down in snarling frustration and grabbed the shirt I was going to break. It was a purple infant doll tee shirt with a V-neckline. I pulled it over my head and wiggled it around my slender torso. Another thing a twelve-year-old would tire, but it fit me. My mamilla 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 dungaree. I was just so fed up with that all. 19 ! Nineteen and with the smallest titmouse ever. I worked my pants up my second joint while shaking my head. All my Quaker had developed. I had to watch Jennifer and Courtney and Melissa and Beverly and Janiqua all grow nipple. 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 air-sleeve and popped my fundament into my tennis shoes. I snagged my bookbag and handbag, made certainly I had my cell earpiece, and then I was out of my sleeping accommodation. I grabbed a pop tart from the toaster and nibbled on as I headed out the front door. The sun was bright, shining. I felt it warming my tegument as I headed to the college, this tingling rippled around my nipples. I knew I should 've worn a bra. I was feeling the textile of my shirt rubbing against my nubs. It was making me energize. I was getting wet.

Gosh, that was embarrassing.

I finished off my pop tart before I was halfway to my schoolhouse. I sucked a few crumbs off my finger, walking past adults who looked down at me. A lot of them were noticing me and shaking their brain. ire burned through me.

What ? Had they never seen a unawares fair sex ?

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

I reached my college, the city buses dropping off some students, former college educatee 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 somebody. My human foot smacked on the pavement, my purse swinging off my berm, 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 succulent jumper pup she always was showing off. She wore a top so blotto that it molded to her mamilla. 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.

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

Everyone was looking at me. It made the thrill in my nipples worse. I felt so knockout and throbbing right now. I could just feel the material of my empurpled tee shirt modelling to them. Teasing my essence. Everyone stared at me. They had to sleep together that I was aroused.

My nerve burned as I stalked through the school.

"Uh, you know your leaking,"said Sir David Bruce. He was a improbable guy, over six human foot, so he loomed over me. He had brown fuzz and a soulfulness dapple on his mentum. He was on the hoops squad, a better-looking guy. My heart fluttered a little. He had a large grinning and this sort of dashing look in his eyes.

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

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

I stared down at my chest and ...

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

"I have breasts,"I gasped. They were small, little more than budding mounds. But they were bigger than they were when I left my mansion. They were proper A-cups."Robert I, I have breasts."

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

Those two words flashed in my brain. I had milk. Breast milk.

quiver raced out of my panty. My hands grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up my trunk. rightfulness there in the hallway, not caring that other students were passing us, I stripped. I pulled my shirt up and up, the wet material peeling away from my fat nipple. I bunched my shirt up beneath my axilla, exposing my new breasts. I gazed at them in awe. They had a shape to them, a buoyant soundness. And there, beading from my nipple, was white milk.

"Jesus, your lactating,"he groaned.

"I am,"I muttered."It 's like I 'm a ... human being cow."My regard shot up."Would you like a preference ?"

"Yeah, why not,"he said."I 've never tried homo 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 bridge player gripped my side of meat. Then his lips nuzzled into my nipple. I gasped as he latched onto my aright nub. He sealed his mouth about my fat nipple, his lips pressing warm against my areola.

He suckled.

Tingles raced through my dead body as I felt the milk squirting out of my nipple into his mouth. I groaned, my custody balling tight. It felt so nonplus. My nipple felt connected straight to my slit. My cunt clenched as very much as my clenched fist, drinking in the rouse sensation of my milk squirting out of my nub.

He suckled again, groaning as he tasted my tit milk. A wicked shiver ran through me. more than emollient beaded on my early nub. I swept up my finger's breadth across my nipple as Bruce nursed. He groaned with thirstiness as he feasted on my creamy delicacy. I held up my finger glistening with the pearly drop.

I brought it to my mouth.

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

Bruce popped his lips 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 left over tit 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 knocker.

He kneaded and massaged my piddling cumulation. I gasped as a watercourse of lily-white stab from my rightfulness nipple and soared over his shoulder to splash wastefully on the floor. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as he suckled. This felt so amazing.

He squeezed my mamilla again, the stream squirting harder into his rima oris while my right teat erupted with more of my Andrew D. White ointment. This time, I cupped my hand before my mighty tit and savored the hot milk splashing against my skin. I shuddered at the stack of my creamy treat pooling in the palm of my hand. I brought it up to my rima oris, eager to sample More of it.

I sucked it into my backtalk, the wonderful treat bursting to biography across my taste buds.

So sweet.

I licked at my medallion, loving every trace I could find. My other hand was already covering my nipple, getting drenched as he squeezed again, my nipple squirting. Beads of hot milk ran across my hand. I quickly brought it up to my mouth, licking and lapping and savoring my creamy delicacy. 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 flack. I kept licking new cream off my ribbon, switching my hands, loving it. I groaned, the quiver racing from my kitty-cat, maybe from my panties. They surged up and up to my knocker to make me into a delectable human cow. I shuddered, my creamy treat flooding Bruce 's mouth.

"Are her titty getting bountiful ?"a lady friend asked.

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

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

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

They were B-Cups.

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

Bruce suckled and then groaned. For once, I did n't feel that juicy tingling caused by the milk squirting out of my nipple. He popped his mouth off, shaking his drumhead. Then he darted over to my mightily mamilla. He latched on and suckled hard. I gasped as a hot spurt of milk flooded his mouth. But when he nursed a 2nd prison term, nothing.

"You drained me,"I moaned, staring at my stave, chirpy tits. They were incredible and now had book. A wonderful chassis. As Robert the Bruce popped his brim off my mamilla and released my boob, I shuddered. I cupped them for a minute, kneading them.

"Those are a nice span of boobs,"said Antonius, a tall, Black guy with a shaven point."tinker's dam fine tits. I never noticed you have those before, Abigail."

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

I shook my head word, pulling down my shirt. I had utterly no musical theme how this had happened. Could it be because of the panties ? Just because I said that wonderful question printed on the spinal column, Got Milk ? It was so foolish. Neither panties nor saying a phrase could have turned me into a human dairy cow. They would n't do my tits to swell up and give me creamy milk for all the boys to enjoy.

I groaned as I slid my shirt over my tits. With them swelled up, the purple framework squeezed even pissed around my mammaries. The cotton-poly portmanteau word hugged to those big breasts and my hard nipples, and the hem no longer went down past the waistband of my jeans. It just touched it. Barely keeping my tummy covered.

I felt amazing as I strolled forward. My pussy was juicy. If I did n't have a grade to get to, I would do something about it. My breast had a tremendous bounce to them as I moved through the Charles Francis Hall. My schoolmate were staring at me.

For once, they could enjoin I was n't a little missy.

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

I finally had melon vine. Hooters. Delicious perspirer puppies. Sure, they were n't the bountiful, but they were such an improvement. I felt like a million bucks as I headed into my first off class. My professor, Mr. Abernathy, blinked at the mass of my tits. He had this hungry look in his eyes as I sat down in the strawman row. I grinned at him, arching my back to pierce out my new breasts at him.

I could severalize he loved my babies.

It was so hard not to play with my mamilla during class. I just wanted to tweak them. To touch them. They kept tingling as the cloth of my t-shirt caressed them. I loved how my teat moved. My kitty was hot, making me squirm which made my knocker jiggle all the clip. poor people Mr. Abernathy kept stumbling through his lecture. He was paying More attention to my tatas then on what he was supposed to be teaching us.

That made me find like a million bucks.

I headed to my side by side class, a grouping of guys hovering around me. They were so cute. They were all staring at me, talking and elbowing each other, muttering about how I 'd nursed Robert I. They were all so pose. I loved it. I had this wonderful bounce to my stone's throw, making my boobies spring for all the delight of the boys. I had never felt better about myself in my life.

I was a human cow and loved it.

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

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

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

I grinned, seeing the little T. H. White slur growing where my surd nubs pressed into the t-shirt 's fabric."shot so."

"So, you got any milk for me."

Got ... Milk River ...

I ripped up my shirt right there before his desk. My C-cup titties bounced out with this fantastic sway to them. Milky white beaded on both pink nitty-gritty."Of course I do."I flicked my eyes up and down his buirdly human body."You got anything for me ?"

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

"Well, it has its advantage,"I said, cupping my lush C-cup bosom. I shook them at him, a wicked smile on my brim. My twat clenched, my juices soaking the dairy-cow-pattern panties.

His dark hands took my own hand 's place. He squeezed my nipple. I shuddered, loving the way his night fingerbreadth massaged my dope. He gave them both a good squeeze, causing my milk to squirt out and splash his chest. The minuscule droplets soaked into his greenish T-shirt, a bit of cream beading on the printed logo.

"red cent, you 're just a squirter."

I blushed, knowing what he meant. I was n't that much of a Virgin."fountainhead, you just micturate me wet."

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

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

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

SNAP !

I groaned as he shoved his hired man into my pants. My fly rasped opened, the zipper moving downward. I shuddered, his nerve hollowing as he suckled hard. My milk squirted into his athirst backtalk, sending tremble shooting down to my cunt. His fingers dipped into the waistband of those blue step-in. He slid through my bush.

Went lower.

I gasped as he cupped my virgin kitty. I felt his eye digit sliding up and down my wet snatch. I shuddered, this pleasance rippling through me. Everyone was watching as he fingered my Virgin twat, sending such naughty delight rippling through me.

My weapon system went around his straits, cradling the sexy Black guy to my one shot breasts. I closed my eyes, loving him nursing at my nipple. He stroked me. His finger moved up and down, teasing my labia. His touch coaxed out my little clit from its tough. I gasped as it burst with Dame Muriel Spark from the kickoff time he touched me.

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

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

He sucked with force. His back talk engulfed to a greater extent and Sir Thomas More of my ring of color. My milk fired into his mouth. Every time he nursed, pleasure jolted down to my puss. My cunt clenched, drinking in the lightning while sparks flared from my clit. The two dissimilar virtuoso mixed and swirled interior of my cunt.

"damn, those tits are stick,"groaned Tim.

"Yeah,"volition croaked.

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

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

I shuddered and opened my eyes. I groaned in delight as I stared down. My tits were growing fuller. They were expanding as he nursed. It was a elusive modification, but I could just see their enhance growth. They were one shot and full, heavy. I could feel the shifting in my military posture as I adjusted myself to the increased weight of my mammaries.

"I 'm growing big udders,"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 lush tatas,"another guy groaned."hoot, Antony, you 're lucky."

I whimpered, my nipple throbbing. Anthony 's fingers slid up and down my pussy. I felt my climax building and construction. 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 left over teat and darted over to the right. He rubbed at my clit, sparks bursting through me. I whimpered, my proper nipple extra raw from waiting to be drained. It burst with pleasance as my milk squirted into his backtalk. Anthony groaned as he swallowed that wonderful treat.

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

"Oh, yes,"I panted.

His quarter round started rubbing at my button while his fingers massaged my labia. He ran up and down the flock of my cunt, teasing me. It was incredible. So intense. I just knew I was going to irrupt. I was going to have such an vex orgasm.

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

I gasped, the pleasure swelling inside of me. I could n't take much Sir Thomas More of this. His ovolo rubbed my clit. His oral fissure nursed at my nipple. His finger caressed my labia. They danced up and down my slit, brushing my hymen. He stroked all my naughty bits.

"Anthony !"I howled.

"Oh, yes, that 's incredible !"

I came.

My juices gushed out, bathing his hand. riffle of pleasure flowed through my trunk. He kept sucking. Nursing. My nipples throbbed and ached, sending more undulation of raptus flooding through my consistency. The bliss poured over my mind, drowning my thoughts.

It was incredible. hotshot burst before my eyes. My head tossed from side to side, my Negro tomentum dancing about my shoulders. My left breast swayed, moving with a heavy free weight. I gasped, Anthony kneading my tit, milking me as he suckled.

My clit throbbed and ached beneath his massaging thumb.

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

My bosom were even bigger now. I had to have Double D 's now. I now had teat as big as my mother. I groaned and gasped, the pleasance reaching that fantastic elevation of ecstasy. I hit it as he suckled out the finale of my knocker 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 consume something for me, Anthony,"I moaned as his hand slid out of my panties.

He held up his finger's breadth, soaked in my juices. I smelled a sweet scent ; my own arousal. I shuddered as he popped his fingers 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 t-shirt was so tight. It rode up, showing off my bellybutton now. I groaned, my tits constrained, the fabric stretched over them. It was double-dyed. I loved it. I hoped they would get bigger.

J-cups, here I come !

panting, I thrust up my blue jean. I headed to my seat, my vauntingly breasts jiggling and swaying with my every movement. I sat down and smiled as I watched them bouncing at the bottom of my vision. These were everything I wanted. Maybe they would grow bigger and I would get my J-cups. I struggled to focalise on the object lesson, to grow my education, but all I could think about was milk.

Creamy, flannel, confection breast milk. I could feel the delight slowly filling my tits. I was generating more and more. My monolithic udders were getting gear up to harbor more son. They needed it. They had to drink my wonderful delight. So incredible. I would make them all my creamy treats.

I could n't wait.

I kept my hands clasped tight together throughout the example. It was hard not to joggle. I was getting hot and wind up again, too. Getting fingered while nursing Antonius was amazing. I would have to insist that all the son do affair to please me to get my Milk River.

I bit my turn down lip, my tee shirt feeling tighter and tighter. When I looked down, I knew my tits were bigger. They were swelling and swelling, becoming those massive udders that I craved. Soon, they would be big enough to lactate permanently. Every boy or man would delight my milk as much as they wanted.

Lactophiles would adore me.

I bit my lower lip in anticipation.

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

Would I even need a shirt ?

I sauntered through the halls, my rosehip swaying. My waist was a little curvier, too. Little more womanly. I might be short, but no daughter in my college had tits large than me now. The boy swarmed around me. They were staring at my tits, looking for that low gear sign of wetness. They were eager for my Milk River to fully come back in. They wanted to harbor from me.

It was so incredible. I had such a immense smiling on my typeface as I entered my next year. My pap bounced and jiggled, my nipple aching. Throbbing. They were filling up with all that yummy milk. All the delights for the boys to enjoy. Nursing them all would be unbelievable.

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

His optic flicked down to my boobs. He licked his lips."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 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, hungry. I gasped as he seized my right field breast and swallowed my nipple. His beard rubbed against my silky material body in my sensitive areola. I whimpered at the rasping sentiency.

I shivered as he suckled.

My breast Milk fired into his rima oris. It splashed as he suckled and nursed with force. My toes curled. My pussy clenched. Such a severe and wanton undulation of delight shot through me. It was incredible. Just what I craved. What I needed. I groaned, biting my lower lip as the pleasure swelled and swelled interior of me.

I needed to be touched so bad.

My hips wiggled as he suckled, my Milk River 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 psyche to my tits.

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

I watched them raise. They went from F-cups to H-cups. I quivered, just two steps away from what I wanted to be. My chest were heavy now. They were full of so much Milk. The two boys were so hungry, suckling on me. I shuddered, wiggling my hip joint. My pussy was just on fire.

"tinker's dam, 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 heading, whimpering."Being a human 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 could n't believe I was saying those word of honor, but my panties tingled around me. I needed to be devoured. My Virgo the Virgin pussy needed Thomas More than just fingers. Ken groaned, licking his lip and brushing those golden curls surrounding his mouth.

Then he fell to his human knee behind me."I 'll defecate you cum hard, Abigail !"

"Yes,"I moaned.

I cradled both Nate and Tim to my pap as Ken yanked down my jean. He ripped them off my backside and down my thighs. They bunched around my articulatio talocruralis, my pussycat clenching in expectancy. Every suckle from the two hunk nursing on me commit pleasure shooting down to my pussy.

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

"I 'll have enough for everyone,"I moaned, knowing it to be dependable. I could feel it filling my knocker faster than the two son could suckle it out. My human udder would just have sufficiency creamy goody for all the boy. I quivered, trembling as Ken dragged down my panties, exposing my ass and pussy to everyone.

"shucks, she might ingest the height of a little girl, but that butt is grow,"groaned Ken.

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

I shuddered as Ken kissed down the curve of my rump and dipped between my second joint. He nuzzled into my pussy. I gasped, his tongue flicking across my virgin slit. He brushed my flock and caressed my maidenhead. I quivered, my tit throbbing and aching. Milk squirted from them as the two boys gulped it down with such hunger.

I trembled, my coming edifice and building.

Ken squeezed my rump as he fluttered his lingua up and down my dent. Ken licked up my juices. I could feel them dripping out of me, another Sweet and creamy treat for the boy to enjoy. He brushed my clit, sparks bursting from it just like cloud nine zapped from my teat. I groaned, loving every moment of this. My toes curled in my horseshoe, my snatch 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 disgraceful hair trembling about my naked shoulders."Oh, Ken, you 're going to get so much milk. Just name me cum. Lick my kitty-cat and make me explode."

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

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

I had three boys suckling on me. Both my mammilla and my clit throbbed and ached. They all sent such wondrous sparks of pleasure shooting through me. My teat spurted their Milk into the two male child'athirst 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 tight to my sexual climax. Ken 's goatee rasped against my snatch lips through my bush. His knife fluttered against my virgin faithful, pressing on my virginal membrane. He lapped up my angelic cream while the two other boys nursed on my sweet milk. They gulped it down with such hunger. They were swelling my bosom larger and larger.

I just knew I would gain J-cups.

I would have those big boobies just like I wanted. delightful 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 ! shuffle me cum and then you get to contract Nate 's place. Just retain 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 Anthony. The tall, Black guy was grinning at me. I did n't have a go at it when he had arrived, but he stared at me with such thirst.

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

Ken latched onto my button again. He sucked hard, his goatee rubbing against my pussycat rim. I shuddered, trembling. Both my mamilla throbbed while Tim sucked at the Saame time. My milk squirted into their lip, sending dual shock of lightning zapping down to my cunt. My virgin twat became electrified. I gasped, the currents of cloud nine rushing through me.

I came.

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

whiz danced before my eyes.

I shuddered, my full trunk convulsing. My paw grabbed my heavy bosom, squeezing out my milk into Nate 's and Tim 's suckling rima oris. I whimpered, my head shaking. It was so good. So wonderful.

"shuffling that HuCow slut cum !"Anthony shouted.

"Goddamn, I ca n't waitress to make our human dairy farm cow explode !"the nerdy will groaned.

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

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

Nate ripped his oral cavity off my nipple. Some of my creamy milk had spilled down into his sour goatee. He grinned at me, nodding."I 'll swop, Ken."

Ken ripped his oral fissure from my pussy. His hired hand gave my ass a final wring then he rose."Her bitch is all yours."

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

I gasped at the sight of his blonde goatee soaked in my juice. My pussy cream had utterly drenched him. I could smack it, a afters aroma, but different from the delicious cream that squirted from my nipple. 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, dude. Damn !"

"Booyah !"Nate shouted.

Just as Ken broke the kiss with me, I felt something pressing into my puss. It was n't a mouth. It was n't a digit. It was thick. Spongy. I gasped as it slid up my puss lips to my hymen. I threw a feeling behind me to see Nate standing.

Realization hit me.

He was about to pop my cherry. He was about to really make me cum, earning him the right field to tope all my creamy breast Milk. I shuddered, my body on fire.

"Yes, boys have to fuck me to salute my chest milk !"I moaned.

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

Ken latched onto my nipple, suckling toilsome. His roughly goatee rasped against my ring of color and piano tit. I shuddered, wiggling my pelvic girdle and rubbing my hot pussy into the cock 's tip nudging me. I was so eager to lose my virginity. I hugged both Ken and Tim to my tits, loving as they suckled on my udders.

Nate thrust.

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

My kickoff cock ever.

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

Nate drew back his hips and then plunged into me again. He slammed his cock hard into my pussy. I gasped at the force of his dick burying to the hilt in me. His crotch smacked into my rump, making my butt-cheeks jiggle. My big udders rippled, moving as the two hungry boy nursed at them.

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

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

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

I shuddered, wanting to obtain those early places.

My nipples throbbed and ached with more intensity. Being filled with Nate 's cock made nursing my two boys even better. I hugged them to my big tit, loving as they swelled them towards being massive J-cups. I trembled, whimpering. Every jab of Nate 's gumshoe and suckle of those hungry back talk brought me closer and closer to that wonderful orgasm.

My deflowered cunt clenched down hard on the big dick thrusting into me. It slammed into my profundity, heavy orb smacking into my clit. Spark of pleasance joined the electrifying jolts zapping from my mammilla. Milk squirted again and again into those hungry boys'mouths. I groaned, swaying. I was getting skinny and closer to exploding.

It was so intense to be fucked. Nate 's cock reached so bass in me. He plundered my cunt. 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 Sir Thomas More of my milk seemed to squirt out of my nipples.

The more creamy treat I delivered to my hungry boys.

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

He suddenly seized my black hairsbreadth and yanked my head back. I gasped, loving his ascendancy. He fucked me hard. His powerful accident rammed to the hilt in my cunt. I trembled, my pussy clenching down on him. ace flare-up before my eyes. It was so intense. Just amazing. I whimpered, squeezing down hard on his prick. This fantastic pleasance built and built and built inside of me.

Both boys suckled at the Sami metre just as Nate slammed into me.

It was what I needed. I exploded.

My kitty convulsed and writhed about Nate 's cock. He grunted, fucking into my spasming depths. waving of hot warmth flooded through my body. The bang of pleasure was electrified by the zapping delight shooting from my nipples. Both boys suckled as my orgasmic bliss swept through my head. I screamed out in rapture, buckling hard.

"screw !"Nate grunted.

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

Nate slammed into me and erupted. His hot jizz flooded into my deflowered pussy. I groaned as he pumped that wonderful cream into me. I shuddered, the milk squirting from my nipples into Ken 's and Tim 's hungry backtalk. I whimpered, a wave of delight sweeping through my organic structure as my pussy milked Nate 's erupting dick.

He groaned, squeezing my hips as he pumped more and to a greater extent of his hot punk into me. I loved it. I was a naughty, human dairy cow who needed all the fantastic emollient to deluge my body I could deal. I whimpered, the pleasure melting my intellect.

It was incredible.

"Fuck,"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 dick out of my pussy.

Tim popped his sassing off my teat and groaned,"I want you to sit on my dick."He licked his sassing, milk staining them."Sit on my shaft and hinge on me. Then I can restrain nursing you."

I nodded, groaning as he sat down on a chair, shoving the desk away from him. He unzipped his denim and jostle them down, lifting his rump up from the fanny. His tool stretched out his tight whitey underclothing. The fruit of the Loom came off future. There he was, his big dick unveiled. My cum-filled kitty-cat clenched.

Ken kept suckling as I moved. He shoved the desk further out of the way so he could hold on suckling. I straddled Tim, lowering my pussy 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 twat down his dick. Tim groaned around my mamilla. He suckled harder as my kitty-cat engulfed his cock. I gasped, my cunt clenching down on him. My pussy was almost sucking on his dick as he nursed at my nipple. It was incredible. I leaned back, my rima oris opening wide.

I let out a wanton moan.

manus seized my head teacher, turning me. I gasped to see the nerdy Will thrusting his dick at my mouth. Before I knew it, I was suckling on his cock. I nursed on him like the two male child nursed on my heavy titty. My pussy squeezed around Tim 's slurred prick. I groaned, reveling in the feel of his dig. I slid up and down him, my pussy clinging to him, the detrition incredible.

I moaned around that dick in my mouth.

will groaned, his workforce gripping my head as he fucked his dick in and out of my mouthpiece. He had this wild look behind his deoxyephedrine. He grunted and panted, eagre to earn the rightfield to suckle from my bag. I cupped his balls, massaging them as he plunged his rooster over and over into my mouth. Drool ran down my chin as I suckled.

The sounds of nursing echoed around me. Ken, Tim, and I were all making those naughty audio. Both my nipples throbbed and ached in the boys'oral fissure, Ken 's goatee rasping against my areola. I shuddered, my pussy clenching down around Tim 's hawkshaw.

My grab gripped him. I held his terrific dick as I worked up and down his peter. The spirit of him in me drove me to just razz him. To just enjoy every inch of his pecker in me. I would cum on his dick. I would burst forth on that deep cock. I groaned, wiggling my coxa.

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

I did n't know why I was favorable. Did she think because I had my big, wakeless tits ? I could just tell they were J-cups now. After Nate had cum in me, after the boy at nurse my titty, they had swelled into such a fantastic, massive size.

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

A cock pressed between my butt-cheeks. It was covered in something slippery. Lube. Out of the recession of my eye, I could see Susan B. Anthony. I shuddered as the blackness guy brought his rooster to my asshole. My nineteen-year-old soundbox quivered. I was about to be sodomized. To be double-penetrated.

I would cause gumshoe in all of my holes. I would breastfeed and breastfeed at all three of the male child'hammer. I would enjoy them.

I sucked so heavily on volition 's dick as Anthony 's thick pecker pressed against my virgin asshole. My sphincter stretched and stretched and stretched. I shuddered, squirming on Tim 's shaft as that Black cock popped into my asshole. I groaned throaty pleasance, moaning around volition 's cock.

I shuddered, Mark Antony 's thick putz plunging deeper and deeper into my bowels. This wonderful heat met the silky pleasure in my pussy. The two different rubbing merged and melted together, driving me towards another astonishing orgasm. My nipple burst with electric delight, my milk squirting into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry mouths.

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

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

Susan Anthony chuckled as he drew back his shaft. My bowels clenched around his girth, the friction intense."That 's what I thought. You cum so hard. I 'm going to fill your arsehole with my cream and then give suck all that sweet, sweet Milk River out of your tits."

"Yes,"will groaned, his cock plunging hard and immobile in and out of my mouthpiece."That sounds hot ! Do that to her !"

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

My coxa danced, stirring my cunt and asshole around Tim and Antony 's big tool. They worked in and out of my holes. Two different, amazing frictions. The sleek friction in my snatch and the velvety delight from my SOB. They swelled inside of me, forming a wonderful storm fed by the electricity shooting from my nipples.

to a greater extent and more bilgewater ran down my chin. I squeezed my middle shut, building and building towards that climax. I was so close. Anthony fucked me hard, driving his hawkshaw deep into my arse. His genital organ smacked into me. His testis thudded into my flesh over and over. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering as this amazing walking on air built inside of me. The storm grew.

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

My climax exploded through me.

The storm swept through my organic structure. My cocksucker and pussy writhed about the two prick. Howling winds of rapture swept through me. Zapping bolts of lightning electrified my mind. My nipples squirted even more Milk River into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry mouth. I gulped down my dainty as I squealed around Will 's dick.

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

I groaned as the jizz spilled through my mouth, swirling around my tooth. I gulped it down, my tongue massaging the bottom of his peter. to a greater extent and Sir Thomas More of his boy-cream flooded my sass. I savored every free fall. I reveled in this wonderful here and now. It was unbelievable. Amazing. I never wanted to block off. I felt so featherbrained as this delicious joy rippled through my body.

Mark Antony drove his pecker trench into my asshole."God fucking hoot, HuCow fornicatress are amazing !"

The grim guy fired his jizz into my motherfucker. jet after howling spurt of his cum flooded me. Boys cheered around me, all eager to taste my Milk River. To fuck their cocks in and out of my lip and slit and bastard. To chip in me their salty cum. I wanted it all.

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

Anthony ripped his hawkshaw out of my asshole. He seized me under my armpits and hauled me off Tim 's turncock. He pulled my vast udders away from the two boys'thirsty mouth. I gasped, suddenly pressed onto a desktop.

Cum ran out of my kitty-cat and arsehole as Antonius leaned over and latched onto my pap topping my J-cup tit. Will took the other one, suckling hard as the next boy stepped up to fuck my pussy.

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

I was their dairy farm homo cow. My udder were resign for any boy or man to use. All they had to do was impart me their jizz and make me cum.

It worked out better for all of us.

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The figure chortled in delight at the resolution of its novel distich of step-in. It had turned that flat-chested girl into a lactating slut.

It had a dissimilar theme for its next pair. Not something so radical. Something fun. Something that would be bold. To degenerate it off would be a risk in of itself. It would have to venture into a new location. It would need all of its conjuration to maintain from being discovered. It would be a stranger.

Trespassing. That was dangerous for its variety. If it were caught ...

But it would be Charles Frederick Worth it.

It stroked the brace of step-in, loving the blueprint. They were all lightlessness, cut narrow in the front and rear, the waistband only strings. It had some goody lace decorating the front. Two Scripture were printed in bright, Au letters on the backrest. daring letters.

TOP BITCH.

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

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