Mind-Control panty

write up 13 HuCow 's Delicious Milk

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading material this !

The design moved with relief through the department store. It was excited to bequeath its electric current pair of panties behind in this location. After the last-place one, cherry red Tart, had made temptress Edward D. White into a perpetual Virgin, the figure wanted to try another frame of body modification. It had an theme for a delicious one. It was why the electric current pair of panties looks so much like the white and Shirley Temple pattern of a dairy cow. There was a simple question written on the rear.

Got Milk ?

The figure was bore for this new fun. Mind-controlling girls gave it such a kick, but transforming them was just as much fun. There were so many disgusting thing it could do with this legerdemain. This secret plan was exciting. It could n't expect for that wonderful rush that imposing its will on its mark would bring.

It could n't wait for the girlfriend to try on these panties. She was just thoroughgoing for it. It had found her, peering through the mist that fell from the falls in its lair. The perfect girl to be transformed.

The shoppers in the Brobdingnagian box store paid no heed to the build. It slipped between them, almost flowing like tail. Nonde * * * * * * * * * * * and unremarkable phantom. Its truthful form was utterly alien, but they did n't see it as anything more than the background. Their eyes slid across the public figure to stare at what they really were here for.

All the material good spread out before them. The wealth of nations brought to their fingertips.

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

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

The figure reached its address : the Junior Miss section. It was for girls who were ten to thirteen to shop at. Of course of instruction, its target was older than that. Not that she looked it. That 's what made her perfect. On a rack holding bras that were little more than trainer, it draped the panties.

The build shuddered, eagre for the fun to get down. Then it flitted away. It moved through the shopping crowd, heading back towards the store 's automatic doors. The mist awaited. binding to its den to watch the fun.

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

Abigail Lorenz Milton Hart hated having to go to the Junior missy incision shop for her clothes. She was nineteen. 19 and four foot eleven ! She looked like a twelve-year-old fille and had the chest of drawers to rival. She barely qualified as an A-cup. She kept hoping and hoping her tit would farm, but nil seemed to work out. Not any of the apocryphal idea she 'd gotten off the Internet— she 'd drunk whole Milk River every day for a year and had nothing to show for it—nor did the suggestions from her Friend.

She played with her teat when she masturbated.

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

She wanted them to be heavy. She 'd square up for a B-cup. Something Sir Thomas More than the little mosquito bites she currently had. Something that would make her look anything stopping point to her age.

Because of her infantile body-build, she was suspicious of any guy who wanted to date her. They were always such pervs. The balance of the male child wanted girls with big breasts. immense honkers. The type of riotous sweaters pillows they could nest up to.

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

At nineteen, it was strong to hold 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 sure why she bothered. Like I need any financial backing, she thought. The exclusively thing that had developed were teat. They were getting bigger. When they got hard, they were detectable. 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 farm cow figure on them. She frowned, her digit sliding over the alphabetic character. A quiver rippled through her. thought process of buying a new bra were abandoned.

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

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

A gymnastic exercise coach had learned that.

Then Abigail was out the door and heading home with unusual estimate of boastfully mammaries, overweight udder, filling her Edward Young mind.

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Abigail Lorenz Milton Hart




I stared down at my savourless chest and shook my psyche. Every morn, I hoped that something would happen.

That there would be some amount of increment that would 've happened overnight. They were barely more than bumps. My nipples had developed nicely, my ring of color extensive, my nubs thick. When erect, they thrust out fairly far. There were female child my age, like Courtney, with boob much bigger who did n't have got nipples half my size. It was so unjust.

I 'd rather have small nipple and huge breast then the reverse.

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

I threw on my new duo of pantie I 'd bought yesterday. The dairy farm cow pattern on them was ... exciting. They made me tingle when I touched them. It ran all the way up to my breasts. My teat. I could almost fantasize that if I put on these panties, I would grow immense tits. Just the large udder. Bigger than double D 's. Then F-cups. Then G or maybe even in H-cups.

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

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

I stepped into the panties and groaned as that tingle raced up my thighs. I wiggled my hips, my flesh electrified. So incredible. My mamilla hardened. The spicy itch formed in my pussy. Huge mammaries danced in my mind. Just the biggest, softest bosom. It made me want to fuck off. To get out the chest pump and digit my jackass while stimulating my nipple.

But I had to get to my college.

I smoothed the black and White step-in over my keister and then traced the sash around to the presence. They fit perfectly. I kinda liked the tone. Like I was a dairy cow. I could be a human cow with big udders just total of creamy milk.

Milk ?

Why did I imagine of that ? What was with these panty ?

I shook my head, putting that hopeless fantasy out of my judgement. Even if I got pregnant and had a kid, how big would my tits even get ? Go up a size of it ? I might finally be an A-cup in verity. I would never be like that pornography star with those big, monolithic J-cups.

I thought her figure was Hitomi J-cup.

Gosh, she was so favorable.

I sighed, my fingers smoothing down the front of the step-in. My nipples continued to prickle. I glanced down at them, fat and long, the perfect sizing nubs for woman with big bosom. It was like they were taunting me. I hissed in defeat and grabbed my breeding bra. I lifted it up and an infuriated fire burned in my belly. It was something for a picayune lady friend to fag out.

Blood stewing, I threw it down in snarling foiling and grabbed the shirt I was going to get into. It was a purple baby doll T-shirt with a V-neckline. I pulled it over my psyche and wiggled it around my slender torso. Another thing a twelve-year-old would weary, but it fit me. My nipple poked at the straw man, and I did n't care for once.

At to the lowest degree my mammilla were developed.

I shoved my peg violently into my jeans. I was just so fed up with that all. Nineteen ! Nineteen and with the smallest bosom ever. I worked my pants up my second joint while shaking my drumhead. All my booster had developed. I had to watch Jennifer and Courtney and genus Melissa and Beverly and Janiqua all grow tits. They all got excited as they went from A-cups to B-cups and some went to C-cups. Courtney even made it to a D-cup.

All the boys loved her.

I buttoned up my jeans and zipped up my fly. I slipped on my ankle socks and popped my feet into my tennis shoes. I snagged my bookbag and bag, made sure enough I had my cellphone phone, and then I was out of my sleeping room. I grabbed a pop prostitute from the wassailer and nibbled on as I headed out the front door. The sun was bright, shining. I felt it warming my skin as I headed to the college, this tingling rippled around my nipple. I knew I should 've tire out a bra. I was feeling the fabric of my shirt rubbing against my kernel. It was making me excited. I was getting wet.

Gosh, that was embarrassing.

I finished off my pop cocotte before I was halfway to my schoolhouse. I sucked a few crumbs off my fingers, walking past tense adult who looked down at me. A lot of them were noticing me and shaking their heads. choler burned through me.

What ? Had they never seen a shortly woman ?

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 students driving their own railway car or walking in like me. A flood of them was heading towards the front room access. They were all taller than me. It was the worst. Everywhere I went, I was the short person. My infantry smacked on the pavement, my wrinkle swinging off my shoulder, 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 luxuriant sweater puppy she always was showing off. She wore a top so pie-eyed that it molded to her tits. On top of that, she had a plunging neckline that went so low it showed off a speck of the lace of her bra.

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

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

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

My impertinence burned as I stalked through the school.

"Uh, you know your leaking,"said Bruce. He was a magniloquent guy, over six feet, so he loomed over me. He had brown fuzz and a individual dapple on his Chin. He was on the basketball team, a fine-looking guy. My heart fluttered a little. He had a great smiling and this form of dashing look in his eyes.

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

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

I stared down at my thorax and ...

"What the fudge !"I gasped. I hated that I could n't cuss properly which only added to the fact that people must think I was a small fry. Right now, I did n't care. There were two growing wet spots centered around my nipples. They were leaking. I blinked at seeing a bit of whitened beading through my shirt clinging to my boob ...

"I have breasts,"I gasped. They were small, little to a greater extent than budding mound. But they were enceinte than they were when I left my house. They were proper A-cups."Robert the Bruce, I have breasts."

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

Those two Scripture flashed in my mind. I had Milk River. tit milk.

frisson raced out of my panties. My paw grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up my torso. Right there in the hallway, not caring that other scholarly person were passing us, I stripped. I pulled my shirt up and up, the wet textile peeling away from my fat pap. I bunched my shirt up beneath my axillary cavity, exposing my new white meat. I gazed at them in awe. They had a shape to them, a perky firmness. And there, beading from my nipples, was white milk.

"Jesus Christ, your lactating,"he groaned.

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

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

former student were watching as the tall Robert I knelt down. Even kneeling he had the summit to arrive at my titty. I groaned as his hands gripped my English. Then his mouth nuzzled into my nipple. I gasped as he latched onto my ripe nub. He sealed his mouth about my fat nipple, his lips pressing warm against my areola.

He suckled.

quiver raced through my body as I felt the milk squirting out of my nipple into his oral cavity. I groaned, my hand balling tight. It felt so stick. My nipple felt connected straight to my snatch. My cunt clenched as much as my clenched fist, drink in the exciting sensation of my milk squirting out of my nub.

He suckled again, groaning as he tasted my breasts milk. A wicked shudder ran through me. more emollient beaded on my other nub. I swept up my finger across my tit as Bruce nursed. He groaned with hunger as he feasted on my creamy treat. I held up my finger glistening with the pearly drop.

I brought it to my mouth.

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

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

I nodded."Oh, delight stay fresh suckling."

Around us, our comrade schoolfellow were watching. Bruce sucked my left nipple back into his oral fissure, latching onto that fat nub. I groaned as he suckled, my Milk River squirting into his mouth. Both his hands slid up my consistency to cup my bosom.

He kneaded and massaged my lilliputian mounds. I gasped as a stream of white shot from my right mammilla and soared over his shoulder to squelch wastefully on the floor. I shuddered, my pussycat growing hotter and hotter as he suckled. This felt so amazing.

He squeezed my tits again, the stream squirting harder into his mouth while my right nipple erupted with more than of my white cream. This clock time, I cupped my hand before my right tit and savored the hot Milk River splashing against my skin. I shuddered at the sight of my creamy delicacy pooling in the palm of my hand. I brought it up to my mouth, eagre to taste more of it.

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

So sweetly.

I licked at my palm, loving every trace I could recover. My other deal was already covering my nipple, getting drenched as he squeezed again, my mammilla squirting. astragal of hot Milk ran across my mitt. I quickly brought it up to my oral fissure, licking and lapping and savoring my creamy kickshaw. I could n't emaciate a unmarried drop of it.

It was too good.

I trembled, my hips wiggling as he kneaded my tits and nursed from me. My goof was on ardour. I kept licking overbold cream off my palms, switching my hands, loving it. I groaned, the tingles racing from my pussy, maybe from my step-in. They surged up and up to my breast to crap me into a delicious human cow. I shuddered, my creamy treat flooding Bruce 's mouth.

"Are her tits getting bigger ?"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 mamilla. You 're lactating !"

I shrugged, not sure what to say. Then I stared down at my tits and gasped. The comment around me faded as I stared at my knocker. Milk was squirting wastefully from my right mamilla as I shuddered at the survey of my boobs. They were bigger than A-cups now.

They were B-Cups.

They had a plumpness to them. A archness they lacked before. I shuddered, my pussy on fervency. I was in the center of the hallway with one-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 naughty tingle caused by the milk squirting out of my nipple. He popped his mouth off, shaking his head. Then he darted over to my correct nipple. He latched on and suckled hard. I gasped as a hot squirt of milk flooded his backtalk. But when he nursed a bit time, nothing.

"You drained me,"I moaned, staring at my rung, perky titmouse. They were incredible and now had volume. A terrific shape. As Bruce popped his lips off my teat and released my breast, I shuddered. I cupped them for a moment, kneading them.

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

"Because she did n't take in boob before,"Courtney said."red cent, I would n't suffer thought that lactating would cause them to blossom so fast. How did you do it, Abigail ?"

I shook my head, pulling down my shirt. I had utterly no theme how this had happened. Could it be because of the step-in ? Just because I said that wonderful question printed on the book binding, Got Milk ? It was so foolish. Neither panties nor saying a phrase could deliver turned me into a homo dairy farm cow. They would n't make my tit to intumesce and break me creamy Milk for all the boys to enjoy.

I groaned as I slid my shirt over my mammilla. With them swelled up, the purple fabric squeezed even pissed around my mammaries. The cotton-poly blend hugged to those big titty and my backbreaking nipples, and the hem no longer went down past the waistband of my blue jean. It just touched it. Barely keeping my stomach covered.

I felt amazing as I strolled forward. My kitty-cat was juicy. If I did n't accept a family to get to, I would do something about it. My breasts had a wonderful leap to them as I moved through the halls. My classmate were staring at me.

For once, they could tell I was n't a little fille.

I was a woman. I was xix and finally had boob. 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 haircloth, and Will while pushing up his glasses. They all stared at me. They all enjoyed the side of my tits.

I finally had melon. nozzle. Delicious sweater puppies. Sure, they were n't the expectant, but they were such an advance. I felt like a million vaulting horse as I headed into my initiatory class. My prof, Mr. Abernathy, blinked at the sight of my breast. He had this hungry looking at in his eye as I sat down in the front row. I grinned at him, arching my dorsum to thrust out my new breasts at him.

I could tell he loved my babies.

It was so laborious not to represent with my mammilla during category. I just wanted to tweak them. To touch them. They kept tingling as the cloth of my tee shirt caressed them. I loved how my tits moved. My pussy was hot, making me wiggle which made my breasts jiggle all the time. poor Mr. Abernathy kept stumbling through his lecture. He was paying more than attention to my tatas then on what he was supposed to be teaching us.

That made me palpate like a million bucks.

I headed to my next category, a mathematical group of guy wire hovering around me. They were so cute. They were all staring at me, talking and elbowing each other, muttering about how I 'd nursed David Bruce. They were all so amazing. I loved it. I had this wonderful bounciness to my tone, making my boobies bounce for all the delectation of the boy. I had never felt better about myself in my life.

I was a human cow and loved it.

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

I glanced down and groaned in delectation. They did appear self-aggrandising. They looked like they were C-cups now. A little Fuller, little rounder. I could severalize by the little strip show of skin between the bed of my t-shirt and the waistcloth of my blue jean, proving that I 'd grown in volume.

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

I grinned, seeing the little albumen bit growing where my hard gist pressed into the t-shirt 's material."Guess 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 wonderful sway to them. Milky white beaded on both pink nubs."Of course I do."I flicked my eyes up and down his strapping form."You got anything for me ?"

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

"Well, it has its advantage,"I said, cupping my lush C-cup titties. I shook them at him, a wicked smiling on my lip. My pussy clenched, my succus soaking the dairy-cow-pattern panties.

His dark hands took my own hired hand 's seat. He squeezed my tits. I shuddered, loving the way his dark fingerbreadth massaged my boob. He gave them both a serious squeeze, causing my milk to force out out and splash his chest of drawers. The little droplets soaked into his dark-green t-shirt, a bit of cream bead on the print logo.

"Damn, you 're just a squirter."

I blushed, knowing what he meant. I was n't that much of a virgin."Well, you just shit me wet."

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

Marcus Antonius leaned down and he sucked on my left nipple. I groaned as his dark rim sealed about my fat, pink nub. He suckled and my wonderful milk flowed into his mouth. I groaned as his men slid down my stomach. His digit stroked take down and lower, teasing me.

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

SNAP !

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

Went lower.

I gasped as he cupped my virgin slit. I felt his in-between finger sliding up and down my wet puss. I shuddered, this pleasance rippling through me. Everyone was watching as he fingered my virgin cuckoo, sending such juicy delight rippling through me.

My arms went around his head, cradling the sexy lightlessness guy to my round of golf 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 trivial clit from its hood. I gasped as it burst with sparks from the first sentence he touched me.

I gasped in delight, shuddering as he rubbed that niggling bud for a minute. His fingerbreadth 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, wassail it all down,"I panted."It 's so sound for you. Ooh, booze my milk. It 'll establish you even stronger."

He sucked with violence. His lips engulfed more and more of my areola. My Milk River fired into his mouth. Every time he nursed, pleasure jolted down to my pussy. My snatch clenched, drinking in the lightning while twinkle flared from my button. The two dissimilar sense impression mixed and swirled inside of my cunt.

"red cent, those tits are amazing,"groaned Tim.

"Yeah,"Will croaked.

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

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

I shuddered and opened my eye. I groaned in delight as I stared down. My pap were growing fuller. They were expanding as he nursed. It was a subtle variety, but I could just see their raise development. They were circle and to the full, heavy. I could find the shifting in my carriage as I adjusted myself to the increased weight of my mammaries.

"I 'm growing big udders,"I groaned in delight."I am becoming a homo dairy cow !"

"Go Abigail !"cheered Courtney."You 're so lucky. I wish I had big, lactating titties."

"She 's got some lush tatas,"another guy groaned."shit, Anthony, you 're lucky."

I whimpered, my mamilla throbbing. Antony 's digit slid up and down my pussy. I felt my orgasm edifice 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 pap and darted over to the right. He rubbed at my clit, sparks bursting through me. I whimpered, my flop pap duplicate sensitive from waiting to be drained. It burst with pleasure as my Milk River squirted into his mouth. Anthony groaned as he swallowed that wonderful treat.

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

"Oh, yes,"I panted.

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

I loved being a human dairy cow. I loved nursing sexy guys. Anthony suckled with such hunger. His bequeath mitt grabbed my powerful tit, squeezing. I felt my Milk squirting out of my nipple and into his backtalk with such force.

I gasped, the pleasure swelling inside of me. I could n't take much more of this. His thumb rubbed my button. His oral cavity nursed at my nipple. His fingers caressed my labia. They danced up and down my incision, brushing my maidenhead. He stroked all my naughty bits.

"Anthony !"I howled.

"Oh, yes, that 's incredible !"

I came.

My juice gushed out, bathing his script. riffle of pleasure flowed through my body. He kept sucking. nursing. My mammilla throbbed and ached, sending more Wave of ecstasy flooding through my organic structure. The cloud nine poured over my mind, drowning my thoughts.

It was unbelievable. Stars explosion before my eyes. My head tossed from side of meat to side, my sinister hair dancing about my shoulder. My provide breast swayed, moving with a heavy weighting. I gasped, Anthony kneading my tit, milking me as he suckled.

My button throbbed and ached beneath his massaging thumb.

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

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

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

He held up his fingerbreadth, soaked in my juices. I smelled a perfumed scent ; my own arousal. I shuddered as he popped his fingers into his sassing, sucking up my other cream.

My naughty cream.

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

J-cups, here I come !

Panting, I thrust up my denim. I headed to my seat, my with child breasts jiggling and swaying with my every movement. I sat down and smiled as I watched them saltation at the stern of my vision. These were everything I wanted. Maybe they would grow bigger and I would get my J-cups. I struggled to concenter on the lesson, to arise my educational activity, but all I could think about was milk.

Creamy, albumen, sweet white meat milk. I could feel the joy slowly filling my tit. I was generating more and more. My massive bag were getting cook to lactate Thomas More boy. They needed it. They had to drink my wonderful delight. So incredible. I would give them all my creamy treats.

I could n't wait.

I kept my work force clasped tight together throughout the lesson. It was hard not to wiggle. I was getting hot and wind up again, too. Getting fingered while nursing Anthony was amazing. I would have to insist that all the boy do things to please me to get my milk.

I bit my modest lip, my t-shirt impression tighter and tighter. When I looked down, I knew my tits were bragging. They were swelling and swelling, becoming those monolithic udders that I craved. Soon, they would be big enough to suck permanently. Every boy or man would enjoy my Milk as often as they wanted.

Lactophiles would adore me.

I bit my lower lip in anticipation.

Soon category was over. I stood up quickly just so my tit would bounce up and down. My t-shirt was riding up in high spirits and higher as they grew bigger and braggy. It was turning into a belly shirt. Soon, would it even be capable to tighten my nipple ?

Would I even need a shirt ?

I sauntered through the halls, my pelvic arch swaying. My waist was a little curvier, too. Little more womanly. I might be little, but no little girl in my college had titmouse bigger than me now. The boys swarmed around me. They were staring at my tits, looking for that get-go signaling of wetness. They were eagre for my milk to fully fare back in. They wanted to nurse from me.

It was so incredible. I had such a immense grin on my face as I entered my next class. My titty bounced and jiggled, my nipples aching. Throbbing. They were filling up with all that yummy milk. All the delights for the male child to enjoy. Nursing them all would be incredible.

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

His eyes flicked down to my knocker. He licked his lips."Got milk for me ?"

"You just said the magic actor's line,"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 hand for them. Nate stared at my big tatas with hunger as I threw my jersey to the floor.

It was just in the way. v

I sauntered up to him, my knocker jiggling. He turned in his keister, thirsty. I gasped as he seized my powerful breast and swallowed my mammilla. His whiskers rubbed against my silky flesh in my sensitive ring of color. I whimpered at the rasping sensation.

I shivered as he suckled.

My breast milk fired into his mouth. It splashed as he suckled and nursed with force. My toes curled. My pussy clenched. Such a mischievous and wanton wave of delight barb through me. It was unbelievable. 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 mouthpiece. I whimpered and then gasped as Tim came up. He latched onto my early white meat, leaning over to give suck with Nate. I groaned, holding both their heads to my tits.

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

I watched them grow. They went from F-cups to H-cups. I quivered, just two steps away from what I wanted to be. My titty were toilsome now. They were to the full of so much milk. The two boys were so hungry, suckling on me. I shuddered, wiggling my hips. My pussy was just on fire.

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

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

I nodded my head, whimpering."Being a human being dairy farm 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 words, but my scanty tingled around me. I needed to be devoured. My virgin pussy needed more than just finger. Ken groaned, licking his lips and brushing those gilt Robert Curl surrounding his oral fissure.

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

"Yes,"I moaned.

I cradled both Nate and Tim to my tits as Ken yanked down my blue jean. He ripped them off my behind and down my thighs. They bunched around my ankles, my slit clenching in prediction. Every suckle from the two hunks nursing on me sent delight shooting down to my pussy.

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

"I 'll have enough for everyone,"I moaned, knowing it to be unfeigned. I could sense it filling my tits faster than the two son could suck it out. My human bag would just hold enough creamy delicacy for all the boys. I quivered, trembling as Ken dragged down my panties, exposing my ass and pussy to everyone.

"Damn, she might let the peak of a niggling girl, but that tush is mature,"groaned Ken.

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

I shuddered as Ken kissed down the curve ball of my rump and dipped between my thighs. He nuzzled into my kitty. I gasped, his tongue flicking across my virgin slit. He brushed my sheepfold and caressed my Hymen. I quivered, my tit throbbing and aching. Milk squirted from them as the two son gulped it down with such hungriness.

I trembled, my coming building and building.

Ken squeezed my can as he fluttered his tongue up and down my scratch. Ken licked up my juices. I could feel them dripping out of me, another sweet and creamy dainty for the male child to bask. He brushed my clit, sparks bursting from it just like walking on air zapped from my nipples. I groaned, loving every moment of this. My toes curled in my shoe, my pussy clenching oceanic abyss inside.

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

"Oh, yes, yes, any boy that pleases me will get my milk,"I moaned, my black hair trembling about my bare shoulders."Oh, Ken, you 're going to get so much milk. Just make me cum. punch my pussy and piddle me explode."

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

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

I had three boy suckling on me. Both my mamilla and my button throbbed and ached. They all sent such marvelous glint of pleasure shooting through me. My nipples spurted their milk into the two boy'hungry mouths. They gulped it down, their strong custody kneading my growing tits.

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

I was coming closer and closer to my orgasm. Ken 's goatee rasped against my pussy lip through my President Bush. His tongue fluttered against my virgin plica, pressing on my maidenhead. He lapped up my odorous emollient while the two other son nursed on my angelical milk. They gulped it down with such thirstiness. They were swelling my breasts with child and tumid.

I just knew I would pull in J-cups.

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

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

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

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

Ken latched onto my clit again. He sucked hard, his goatee rubbing against my pussy mouth. I shuddered, trembling. Both my pap throbbed while Tim sucked at the same meter. My milk squirted into their mouth, sending treble jolts of lightning zapping down to my twat. My Virgo the Virgin bozo became electrified. I gasped, the current of blissfulness rushing through me.

I came.

My pussycat convulsed and spasmed. I felt my juices gushing out of me. They flowed, spilling into Ken 's thirsty mouth. He licked and lapped up my sweetness cream while my breast milk continued to hang into Nate 's and Tim 's hungry gob. I shuddered, the sparks zapping through my mind.

Stars danced before my eyes.

I shuddered, my total consistency convulsing. My hands grabbed my backbreaking breasts, squeezing out my milk into Nate 's and Tim 's suckling mouths. I whimpered, my oral sex shaking. It was so good. So wonderful.

"make that HuCow slut cum !"Anthony shouted.

"Goddamn, I ca n't wait to reach our homo dairy cow explode !"the nerdy volition groaned.

"Yeah, make her cum, then you can fuddle her pleasant-tasting, creamy Milk River. I ca n't wait to milk her udders !"

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

Nate ripped his lip off my tit. Some of my creamy Milk River had spilled down into his dreary goatee. He grinned at me, nodding."I 'll swap, Ken."

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

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

I gasped at the passel of his blonde goatee soaked in my juice. My pussy cream had utterly drenched him. I could smell it, a afters scent, but different from the delicious cream that squirted from my tit. 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,"Antonius cheered."Go for it, beau. Damn !"

"Booyah !"Nate shouted.

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

Realization hit me.

He was about to pop my cherry red. He was about to really make me cum, earning him the right wing to booze all my creamy chest milk. I shuddered, my body on fire.

"Yes, boys have to fuck me to drink my breast Milk !"I moaned.

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

Ken latched onto my nipple, suckling intemperate. His approximative goatee rasped against my areola and soft tit. I shuddered, wiggling my hips and rubbing my hot pussy into the turncock 's tip nudging me. I was so eager to turn a loss my virginity. I hugged both Ken and Tim to my tits, loving as they suckled on my udders.

Nate thrust.

I groaned, my pap both bursting with sparks of pleasure as my hymen stretched and stretched. pain sensation flared, meeting the electrifying bliss flowing from my tit. I trembled. Then my cherry tree popped. His cock slammed to the hilt in me. My eyes widened I was suddenly filled with a huge dick.

My get-go rooster ever.

I gasped and moaned, swiveling my coxa. I squeezed my cunt around that amazing cock. Nate groaned, his manus squeezing my hips. I was bent over to suck both Ken and Tim, my ass poking out behind me.

Nate drew back his rosehip and then plunged into me again. He slammed his cock hard into my pussy. I gasped at the force of his dick burial to the hilt in me. His genitalia smacked into my derriere, making my butt-cheeks jiggle. My big udder rippled, moving as the two hungry boys nursed at them.

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

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

"You have to fuck a HuCow hard !"growled Mark Antony."You just Irish punt her pussy. And other places."

I shuddered, wanting to find those former places.

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

My deflowered cunt clenched down hard on the big dick thrusting into me. It slammed into my depths, heavy balls smacking into my clitoris. Sparks of pleasance joined the electrifying jar zapping from my nipples. milk squirted again and again into those hungry male child'sass. I groaned, swaying. I was getting cheeseparing and nigh to exploding.

It was so acute to be fucked. Nate 's turncock reached so recondite in me. He plundered my cunt. He grunted and groaned, his hand squeezing my rose hip. I undulated them, stirring my juicy twat around his big hawkshaw. The harder he thrust into my pussy, the more of my milk seemed to squirt out of my nipples.

The more creamy dainty I delivered to my athirst boys.

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

He suddenly seized my black hair and yanked my head back. I gasped, loving his dominance. He fucked me hard. His powerful strokes rammed to the hilt in my snatch. I trembled, my kitty clenching down on him. Stars flare-up before my centre. It was so acute. Just amazing. I whimpered, squeezing down hard on his prick. This wonderful pleasure built and built and built inside of me.

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

It was what I needed. I exploded.

My kitty convulsed and writhed about Nate 's peter. He grunted, fucking into my spasming deepness. Waves of hot love flooded through my body. The bang of pleasure was electrified by the zapping delight shooting from my mamilla. Both boy suckled as my orgasmic cloud nine swept through my head. I screamed out in ecstasy, buckling hard.

"fucking !"Nate grunted.

"Cum in me !"I howled."alluvion 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 ruin pussy. I groaned as he pumped that tremendous ointment into me. I shuddered, the milk squirting from my teat into Ken 's and Tim 's athirst rima oris. I whimpered, a wave of pleasure sweeping through my body as my pussy milked Nate 's erupting dick.

He groaned, squeezing my hips as he pumped more and more than of his hot spunk into me. I loved it. I was a naughty, homo dairy farm cow who needed all the marvellous cream to flood my body I could handle. I whimpered, the pleasure melting my mind.

It was incredible.

"Fuck,"groaned Nate."You 're up, Tim. You got to crap her cum to pay for that sweet milk you 've been drinking.

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

Tim popped his oral fissure off my nipple and groaned,"I want you to sit on my dick."He licked his back talk, Milk River staining them."Sit on my shaft and ride me. Then I can keep nursing you."

I nodded, groaning as he sat down on a chair, shoving the desk away from him. He unzipped his jeans and shove them down, lifting his fundament up from the ass. His cock stretched out his pie-eyed whitey underwear. The fruit of the Loom came off next. There he was, his big dick unveiled. My cum-filled slit clenched.

Ken kept suckling as I moved. He shoved the desk further out of the way so he could maintain suckling. I straddled Tim, lowering my slit down to his cock. His lip engulfed my nipple before I sank down on him. Once again, I would dedicate two boys the creamy treat they loved. I shuddered, my pussycat brushing his dick 's tip.

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

I let out a wanton moan.

manus seized my head, turning me. I gasped to see the nerdy testament thrusting his dick at my rima oris. Before I knew it, I was suckling on his cock. I nursed on him like the two boys nursed on my heavy tits. My pussy squeezed around Tim 's thick dick. I groaned, reveling in the feel of his slam. I slid up and down him, my pussycat clinging to him, the friction incredible.

I moaned around that tool in my mouth.

testament groaned, his hands gripping my head as he fucked his dick in and out of my mouth. He had this wild look behind his looking glass. He grunted and panted, eager to earn the right to nurse from my udders. I cupped his ballock, massaging them as he plunged his cock over and over into my mouth. Drool ran down my chin as I suckled.

The sounds of nursing echoed around me. Ken, Tim, and I were all making those naughty sounds. Both my nipples throbbed and ached in the male child'mouths, Ken 's goatee rasping against my ring of color. I shuddered, my pussy clenching down around Tim 's hawkshaw.

My kidnapping gripped him. I held his wonderful cock as I worked up and down his shaft. The feel of him in me aim me to just ride him. To just bask every inch of his dick in me. I would cum on his dick. I would explode on that thick cock. I groaned, wiggling my hips.

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

I did n't get it on why I was prosperous. Did she think because I had my big, large pap ? I could just order they were J-cups now. After Nate had cum in me, after the boys at suck my tits, they had swelled into such a howling, massive size.

I worked my kitty up and down Tim 's shaft faster and faster as my excitement ballooned.

A cock pressed between my butt-cheeks. It was covered in something slippery. Lube. Out of the street corner of my eye, I could see Anthony. I shuddered as the Black guy brought his hammer to my asshole. My nineteen-year-old body quivered. I was about to be sodomized. To be double-penetrated.

I would let dicks in all of my maw. I would suck and harbor at all three of the boy'prick. I would enjoy them.

I sucked so heavily on Will 's cock as Anthony 's thick cock pressed against my virginal 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 delight, moaning around Will 's prick.

I shuddered, Antonius 's thick dick plunging deeper and deeper into my bowels. This wonderful high temperature met the silky delight in my pussycat. The two dissimilar detrition merged and melted together, driving me towards another beat orgasm. My mamilla burst with electric delight, my milk squirting into Tim 's and Ken 's athirst mouths.

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

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

Susan B. Anthony chuckled as he drew back his dick. My gut clenched around his girth, the friction intense."That 's what I thought. You cum so hard. I 'm going to fill your asshole with my cream and then suckle all that sweet, sweet milk out of your tits."

"Yes,"testament groaned, his cock plunging difficult and degraded in and out of my mouth."That sounds hot ! Do that to her !"

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

My hips danced, stirring my pussy and bunghole around Tim and Mark Antony 's big cock. They worked in and out of my muddle. Two different, awesome friction. The silky clash in my bitch and the velvety delight from my arse. They swelled inside of me, forming a wonderful storm fed by the electricity shooting from my nipples.

more than and more than tommyrot ran down my mentum. I squeezed my center shut, building and building towards that climax. I was so close. Anthony fucked me hard, driving his cock deep into my asshole. His crotch smacked into me. His balls thudded into my physique over and over. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering as this amazing walking on air built inside of me. The tempest grew.

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

My orgasm exploded through me.

The storm swept through my physical structure. My asshole and puss writhed about the two dicks. Howling winds of hug drug swept through me. Zapping bolts of lightning electrified my mind. My tit squirted even Thomas More milk into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry mouth. I gulped down my treat as I squealed around will 's dick.

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

I groaned as the jizz spilled through my mouthpiece, swirling around my teeth. I gulped it down, my tongue massaging the bottom of his turncock. Sir Thomas More and more of his boy-cream flooded my lip. I savored every drop. I reveled in this wonderful import. It was incredible. Amazing. I never wanted to kibosh. I felt so silly as this yummy pleasure rippled through my body.

Susan Anthony drove his dick deep into my arsehole."God fucking tinker's dam, HuCow sluts are amazing !"

The Black person guy fired his jizz into my asshole. Spurt after terrific spurt of his cum flooded me. son cheered around me, all eager to savor my Milk. To fuck their cocks in and out of my mouth and pussy and asshole. To give me their salty cum. I wanted it all.

I gulped down every drop curtain of Will 's jizz while my SOB and pussy milked Tim and Susan Anthony dry.

Anthony ripped his dick out of my prick. He seized me under my armpits and hauled me off Tim 's rooster. He pulled my huge bag away from the two boys'hungry mouth. I gasped, suddenly pressed onto a desktop.

Cum ran out of my pussy and arse as Anthony leaned over and latched onto my nipple topping my J-cup tit. Will took the other one, suckling hard as the succeeding 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 fantastic orgasm and spurt after spurt of their hot jizz. Then they got to suckle from my tits. They latched onto my J-cup knocker and nursed milk from my udders. It was wonderful. I groaned, savoring every moment that they were using me. It just felt so right.

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

It worked out best for all of us.

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The trope chortled in delight at the effect of its Modern pair of step-in. It had turned that flat-chested girl into a give suck slut.

It had a dissimilar idea for its future twosome. Not something so extremist. Something fun. Something that would be bold. To drop it off would be a endangerment in of itself. It would have to venture into a new location. It would need all of its magic to keep from being discovered. It would be a stranger.

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

But it would be Worth it.

It stroked the pair of panty, loving the design. They were all black, cut narrow in the forepart and butt, the waistband only strings. It had some dainty lace decorating the front. Two words were printed in bright, Au letters on the back. Daring letters.

TOP BITCH.

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

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