Mind-Control Panties

Story Thirteen HuCow 's Delicious Milk

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for Beta indication this !

The figure moved with repose through the department depot. It was excited to go forth its current dyad of panties behind in this location. After the last one, Cherry prostitute, had made temptress flannel into a perpetual Virgo the Virgin, the figure wanted to try another phase of body modification. It had an idea for a scrumptious one. It was why the flow pair of panties looks so very much like the white and bootleg blueprint of a dairy farm cow. There was a unproblematic question written on the rear.

Got Milk ?

The figure of speech was tidal bore for this new fun. Mind-controlling girl gave it such a rush, but transforming them was just as a great deal fun. There were so many wicked things it could do with this magic. This game was exciting. It could n't wait for that tremendous boot that imposing its will on its target would bring.

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

The shoppers in the Brobdingnagian box store paid no paying attention to the figure. It slipped between them, almost flowing like shadows. Nonde*********** and everyday shadows. Its true cast was dead alien, but they did n't see it as anything Thomas More than the background. Their eyes slid across the figure to gaze at what they really were here for.

All the cloth goodness spread out before them. The wealthiness 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 lustfulness for mischief.

The figure reached its destination : the Junior Miss division. It was for girls who were ten to thirteen to snitch at. Of course, its target was onetime than that. Not that she looked it. That 's what made her thoroughgoing. On a single-foot holding bras that were little to a greater extent than trainer, it draped the panties.

The figure shuddered, eagre for the fun to start. Then it flitted away. It moved through the shopping gang, heading back towards the storehouse 's automatic pistol doorway. The mist awaited. Back to its lair to look out the fun.

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

Abigail Hart hated having to go to the junior Miss section shop for her clothes. She was nineteen. 19 and four foot eleven ! She looked like a twelve-year-old girl and had the chest to rival. She barely qualified as an A-cup. She kept hoping and hoping her titty would grow, but zilch seemed to puzzle out. Not any of the apocryphal estimate she 'd gotten off the Internet— she 'd fuddle whole milk every day for a year and had nothing to show for it—nor did the suggestions from her friends.

She played with her nipples when she masturbated.

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

She wanted them to be bigger. She 'd settle for a B-cup. Something Thomas More than the little mosquito bites she currently had. Something that would make her look anything close to her age.

Because of her infantile build, she was suspicious of any guy who wanted to day of the month her. They were always such pervs. The rest of the boy wanted young woman with big breasts. Huge honkers. The type of lush perspirer pillows they could snuggle up to.

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

At nineteen, it was toilsome to keep believing that.

She sighed when she reached the bra department. She hated having to browse here. She could n't get anything sexy. She was n't even certain why she bothered. Like I need any support, she thought. The solely thing that had developed were nipple. They were getting braggy. When they got hard, they were noticeable. And that just embarrassed her. At least a training bra helped to enshroud 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 pattern on them. She frowned, her finger sliding over the varsity letter. A tingle rippled through her. Thoughts of buying a new bra were abandoned.

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

Panties in handwriting, she marched up to the bank clerk. The tingle coursed through her body the entire metre. The bank clerk felt it, too. They went through the gesture 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 store 's. They were Abigail 's. They were made for her. If anyone else took them, the solution could be unpredictable.

A gymnastics coach had learned that.

Then Abigail was out the door and heading home with strange ideas of big mammaries, fleshy udder, filling her young mind.

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Abigail Hart




I stared down at my insipid chest of drawers and shook my header. Every morn, I hoped that something would happen.

That there would be some amount of maturation that would 've happened overnight. They were barely more than bumps. My mamilla had developed nicely, my areolas all-inclusive, my nubs thick. When erect, they thrust out fairly far. There were girls my age, like Courtney, with tits much bigger who did n't have nipples half my size. It was so unfair.

I 'd rather give small pap and huge knocker 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 human foot tall. At nineteen, I 'd given up hope of gaining any more tiptop. I would forever be short. My mother had 3 in on me and D cups to boot. Why had genetics abandoned me ?

I threw on my new pair of scanty I 'd bought yesterday. The dairy cow pattern on them was ... exciting. They made me tingle when I touched them. It ran all the way up to my knocker. My mammilla. I could almost fantasize that if I put on these panties, I would grow huge knocker. Just the great udder. Bigger than two-bagger 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 tit. I could be like her. In my dreams, I was.

I stepped into the scanty and groaned as that tingle raced up my thighs. I wiggled my hip, my bod electrified. So incredible. My nipples hardened. The naughty itch formed in my kitty-cat. Huge mammaries danced in my brain. Just the boastful, softest boobs. It made me require to jack off. To get out the breast heart and digit my twat while stimulating my nipple.

But I had to get to my college.

I smoothed the black and white step-in over my rump and then traced the waistband around to the forepart. They fit perfectly. I kinda liked the expression. Like I was a dairy cow. I could be a human being cow with big bag just total of creamy milk.

Milk ?

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

I shook my head, putting that hopeless fantasy out of my mind. Even if I got significant 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 porn whizz with those big, massive J-cups.

I thought her figure was Hitomi J-cup.

Gosh, she was so golden.

I sighed, my fingers smoothing down the strawman of the pantie. My nipples continued to tingle. I glanced down at them, fat and long, the perfect size nubs for woman with big titty. It was like they were taunting me. I hissed in thwarting and grabbed my training bra. I lifted it up and an infuriated fire burned in my belly. It was something for a little young lady to wear.

blood line boiling, I threw it down in snarling frustration and grabbed the shirt I was going to wear. It was a purple baby doll t-shirt with a V-neckline. I pulled it over my head and wiggled it around my slender torso. Another affair a twelve-year-old would endure, but it fit me. My nipples poked at the front, and I did n't care for once.

At least my mammilla were developed.

I shoved my wooden leg violently into my blue jean. I was just so fed up with that all. Nineteen ! Nineteen and with the minor tits ever. I worked my pants up my thigh while shaking my read/write head. All my friends had developed. I had to determine Jennifer and Courtney and Melissa and Beverly and Janiqua all grow titmouse. They all got excited as they went from A-cups to B-cups and some went to C-cups. Courtney even made it to a D-cup.

All the son loved her.

I buttoned up my denim and zipped up my fly. I slipped on my mortise joint socks and popped my feet into my lawn tennis skid. I snagged my bookbag and purse, made surely I had my cell phone, and then I was out of my bedroom. I grabbed a pop tart from the toaster and nibbled on as I headed out the front room access. The sun was bright, shining. I felt it warming my skin as I headed to the college, this tingling rippled around my pap. I knew I should 've bust 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 lady of pleasure before I was halfway to my school. I sucked a few git off my finger's breadth, walking past adults who looked down at me. A lot of them were noticing me and shaking their heads. ire burned through me.

What ? Had they never seen a short 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, other college bookman driving their own railroad car or walking in like me. A flood lamp of them was heading towards the social movement doorway. They were all taller than me. It was the worst. Everywhere I went, I was the shortest individual. My metrical foot smacked on the pavement, my purse swinging off my shoulder, my bookbag bouncing behind me. A few of the educatee smiled at me. Then they frowned and stared at my t-shirt.

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

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

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

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

Everyone was looking at me. It made the tingle in my mammilla worse. I felt so hard and throbbing right now. I could just finger the material of my violet T-shirt modeling to them. Teasing my essence. Everyone stared at me. They had to get laid that I was aroused.

My impertinence burned as I stalked through the school.

"Uh, you know your leaking,"said Bruce. He was a tall guy, over six feet, so he loomed over me. He had brown haircloth and a individual patch on his chin. He was on the basketball team, a freehanded guy. My kernel fluttered a little. He had a great smile and this sort of dashing facial expression in his eyes.

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

"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 avow properly which only added to the fact that people must imagine I was a fry. Right now, I did n't like. There were two growing wet maculation centered around my nipples. They were leaking. I blinked at seeing a bit of white beadwork through my shirt clinging to my breasts ...

"I have breasts,"I gasped. They were belittled, little more than budding mounds. But they were boastful than they were when I left my household. They were proper A-cups."David Bruce, I have breasts."

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

Those two watchword flashed in my thinker. I had Milk. bosom milk.

Tingles raced out of my panties. My script grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up my torso. Right there in the hallway, not caring that other educatee were passing us, I stripped. I pulled my shirt up and up, the wet fabric peeling away from my fat mammilla. I bunched my shirt up beneath my axilla, exposing my new breasts. I gazed at them in awe. They had a condition to them, a perky firmness of purpose. And there, beading from my tit, was E. B. White milk.

"Jesus, your lactating,"he groaned.

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

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

Other pupil were watching as the tall Bruce knelt down. Even kneeling he had the height to reach my tit. I groaned as his hand gripped my side. Then his lips nuzzled into my nipple. I gasped as he latched onto my right nub. He sealed his back talk about my fat teat, his lips pressing warm against my ring of color.

He suckled.

Tingles raced through my body as I felt the milk squirting out of my nipple into his sass. I groaned, my hands balling tight. It felt so amazing. My nipple felt connected straight to my pussy. My cunt clenched as much as my clenched fist, drinking in the exciting sensation of my milk squirting out of my nub.

He suckled again, groaning as he tasted my boob Milk. A terrible shudder ran through me. to a greater extent cream beaded on my early nub. I swept up my finger across my nipple 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 chest Milk. It was sweeter than cow 's Milk River. Clean, I popped my dactyl out of my mouth. My tongue ran over the ceiling of my mouth as I savored the relish. It had a melony aftertaste. Something almost like cantaloupe. I groaned, smacking my lips.

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

I nodded."Oh, please proceed suckling."

Around us, our fellow class fellow were watching. Bruce sucked my left nipple back into his rima oris, latching onto that fat nub. I groaned as he suckled, my milk squirting into his mouth. Both his manpower slid up my consistency to cup my white meat.

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

He squeezed my tit again, the current squirting harder into his mouth while my rightfulness nipple erupted with Sir Thomas More of my lily-white cream. This time, I cupped my handwriting before my redress tit and savored the hot milk splashing against my skin. I shuddered at the batch of my creamy kickshaw pooling in the decoration of my hand. I brought it up to my mouth, eager to smack more of it.

I sucked it into my backtalk, the wondrous treat bursting to lifetime across my taste buds.

So sweet.

I licked at my palm, loving every trace I could determine. My other hand was already covering my nipple, getting drenched as he squeezed again, my nipple squirting. astragal of hot milk ran across my helping hand. I quickly brought it up to my mouth, licking and lapping and savoring my creamy treat. I could n't waste a single bead of it.

It was too good.

I trembled, my hips wiggling as he kneaded my tits and nursed from me. My jackass was on attack. I kept licking unfermented cream off my ribbon, switching my hands, loving it. I groaned, the shudder racing from my snatch, maybe from my step-in. They surged up and up to my pap to make me into a Delicious human cow. I shuddered, my creamy kickshaw flooding David Bruce 's mouth.

"Are her teat getting bigger ?"a miss asked.

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

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

I shrugged, not certainly what to say. Then I stared down at my breast and gasped. The comment around me faded as I stared at my knocker. Milk was squirting wastefully from my right nipple as I shuddered at the peck of my bosom. They were self-aggrandizing than A-cups now.

They were B-Cups.

They had a roundness to them. A perkiness they lacked before. I shuddered, my pussy on ardor. I was in the centre of the hall with one-half of my college staring at me, otherwise, I 'd do something about my horny itchiness. I would masturbate.

Robert I 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 sassing off, shaking his foreland. Then he darted over to my right-hand nipple. He latched on and suckled hard. I gasped as a hot squirt of Milk flooded his mouth. But when he nursed a second time, nothing.

"You drained me,"I moaned, staring at my rhythm, chirpy tits. They were incredible and now had volume. A wonderful shape. As Bruce popped his lips off my tit and released my bosom, I shuddered. I cupped them for a moment, kneading them.

"Those are a decent pair of boobs,"said Anthony, a tall, Black person guy with a shaved mind."Damn fine tits. I never noticed you have those before, Abigail."

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

I shook my mind, pulling down my shirt. I had perfectly no idea how this had happened. Could it be because of the panties ? Just because I said that wonderful query printed on the book binding, Got Milk ? It was so foolish. Neither panties nor saying a phrase could sustain turned me into a homo dairy farm cow. They would n't cause my tits to tumefy and turn over me creamy Milk for all the boy to enjoy.

I groaned as I slid my shirt over my knocker. With them swelled up, the purpleness cloth squeezed even soused around my mammaries. The cotton-poly portmanteau hugged to those big breasts and my backbreaking nipple, and the hem no longer went down past the waistband of my jeans. It just touched it. Barely keeping my breadbasket covered.

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

For once, they could say I was n't a piddling girl.

I was a woman. I was 19 and finally had bosom. Nice, round B-cups. I felt them bouncing and jiggling with my every step, moving with this buoyant firmness. My nipples throbbed and tingled, such joy rippling through me.

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

I finally had melons. nozzle. Delicious jumper pup. Sure, they were n't the biggest, but they were such an advance. I felt like a million Pearl Sydenstricker Buck as I headed into my first class. My professor, Mr. Abernathy, blinked at the wad of my tits. He had this hungry feel in his eye as I sat down in the battlefront row. I grinned at him, arching my back to thrust out my new knocker at him.

I could tell he loved my babies.

It was so backbreaking not to play with my nipples during year. I just wanted to tweak them. To touch them. They kept tingling as the textile of my tee shirt caressed them. I loved how my mamilla moved. My kitty-cat was hot, making me wiggle which made my breasts jiggle all the time. Poor Mr. Abernathy kept stumbling through his lecturing. He was paying More aid to my tatas then on what he was supposed to be teaching us.

That made me experience like a million bucks.

I headed to my next class, a group of guy rope hovering around me. They were so precious. They were all staring at me, talking and elbowing each other, muttering about how I 'd nursed Bruce. They were all so nonplus. I loved it. I had this wonderful bounce to my measure, making my boobies bounce for all the delight of the boy. I had never felt better about myself in my life.

I was a homo cow and loved it.

I entered my following class and there was Anthony. He was sitting in the spinal column, his header turning over to expect at me. His eyes flicked up and down my design. The Shirley Temple guy rubbed his hand across the shaved head."Are you 're tits a slight swelled than they were ?"

I glanced down and groaned in delight. They did appear bigger. They looked like they were C-cups now. A little fuller, piffling rounder. I could tell by the little strip of skin between the rear end of my t-shirt and the waistband of my dungaree, proving that I 'd grown in volume.

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

I grinned, seeing the fiddling Stanford White place growing where my hard centre pressed into the T-shirt 's material."supposition so."

"So, you got any milk for me."

Got ... milk ...

I ripped up my shirt right there before his desk. My C-cup titties bounced out with this grand careen to them. Milky white beaded on both pink nubble."Of course of study I do."I flicked my eyes up and down his trounce physical body."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 rewards,"I said, cupping my lush C-cup titties. I shook them at him, a wicked grin on my back talk. My pussy clenched, my juice soaking the dairy-cow-pattern panties.

His shadow hands took my own hand 's berth. He squeezed my pap. I shuddered, loving the way his disconsolate fingers massaged my dummy. He gave them both a good squeeze, causing my milk to eject out and swash his dresser. The little droplets soaked into his light-green t-shirt, a bit of cream bead on the printed logo.

"tinker's dam, you 're just a squirter."

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

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

Mark Antony leaned down and he sucked on my left teat. I groaned as his iniquity lips sealed about my fat, pink nub. He suckled and my marvellous milk flowed into his mouth. I groaned as his deal slid down my venter. His fingers stroked lower and abject, teasing me.

I gasped as his digit brushed my umbilicus and dipped into the little divot. I groaned as he swirled around inside of it, teasing me. Then he went get down. His finger traveled down and down and down until he reached the cincture of my dungaree. He stroked across the dungaree, 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 impertinence hollowing as he suckled hard. My Milk River squirted into his thirsty mouth, sending trembles shooting down to my cunt. His finger's breadth dipped into the waistband of those racy scanty. He slid through my bush.

Went lower.

I gasped as he cupped my Virgin cunt. I felt his middle finger sliding up and down my wet dent. I shuddered, this pleasance rippling through me. Everyone was watching as he fingered my virgin twat, sending such naughty delectation rippling through me.

My weapons system went around his head, cradling the sexy Black guy to my round breasts. I closed my oculus, loving him nursing at my nipple. He stroked me. His fingerbreadth moved up and down, teasing my labia. His touch coaxed out my piffling clit from its hood. I gasped as it burst with electric discharge from the first clock time he touched me.

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

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

He sucked with force. His lips engulfed more than and more of my areola. My Milk fired into his mouth. Every time he nursed, pleasure jolted down to my twat. My cunt clenched, drinking in the lightning while sparks flared from my clitoris. The two different ace coalesce and swirled inside of my cunt.

"Damn, those mamilla are amazing,"groaned Tim.

"Yeah,"will croaked.

"Wow, Abigail 's mamilla are prominent than mine,"whimpered Courtney.

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

I shuddered and opened my eyes. I groaned in joy as I stared down. My tits were growing Melville W. Fuller. They were expanding as he nursed. It was a pernicious alteration, but I could just see their enhance increase. They were round and entire, intemperate. I could feel the shifting in my bearing as I adjusted myself to the increased system of weights of my mammaries.

"I 'm growing big udder,"I groaned in delight."I am becoming a human being 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."Damn, Anthony, you 're lucky."

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

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

Anthony popped his mouthpiece off my impart nipple and darted over to the right. He rubbed at my button, sparks bursting through me. I whimpered, my right hand nipple extra sensitive from waiting to be drained. It burst with pleasure as my milk squirted into his mouth. Antony groaned as he swallowed that wonderful treat.

I stroked his bald-shaved head. I caressed him, loving the look of his buddy-buddy lip wrapped around my nipple. The amount of suction he created was unbelievable. My juice flowed out of me. I whimpered and groaned.

"Oh, yes,"I panted.

His thumb started rubbing at my clitoris while his digit massaged my labia. He ran up and down the folds of my twat, teasing me. It was incredible. So vivid. I just knew I was going to explode. I was going to accept such an awful orgasm.

I loved being a human dairy cow. I loved nursing sexy guys. Mark Anthony suckled with such hunger. His left manus grabbed my right tit, squeezing. I felt my Milk River squirting out of my mamilla and into his lip 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 backtalk nursed at my nipple. His finger caressed my labia. They danced up and down my twat, brushing my hymen. He stroked all my risque bits.

"Anthony !"I howled.

"Oh, yes, that 's unbelievable !"

I came.

My juices gushed out, bathing his script. ripple of pleasure flowed through my physical structure. He kept sucking. Nursing. My mammilla throbbed and ached, sending more Wave of rapture flooding through my trunk. The bliss poured over my idea, drowning my thoughts.

It was incredible. Stars fusillade before my eyes. My head tossed from English to side, my black hair dancing about my berm. My left breast swayed, moving with a grave system of weights. 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 take in stunt man D 's now. I now had breast as big as my mother. I groaned and gasped, the pleasance reaching that grand top of ecstasy. I hit it as he suckled out the last of my breast milk. I groaned, a last chill racing through me. Then I was panting. Gasping. I shook my head, dizzy from the pleasure.

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

He held up his fingers, soaked in my juice. I smelled a scented scent ; my own stimulation. I shuddered as he popped his fingers into his backtalk, sucking up my early cream.

My naughty cream.

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

J-cups, here I come !

Panting, I thrust up my jeans. I headed to my can, my large breasts jiggling and swaying with my every movement. I sat down and smiled as I watched them bounce at the prat of my imagination. These were everything I wanted. Maybe they would grow full-grown and I would get my J-cups. I struggled to focus on the example, to rise my education, but all I could consider about was milk.

Creamy, white, sweet breast milk. I could feel the delight slowly filling my tit. I was generating more and more. My massive udder were getting ready to nurse more male child. They needed it. They had to tope my terrific joy. So incredible. I would impart them all my creamy treats.

I could n't wait.

I kept my bridge player clasped tight together throughout the lesson. It was hard not to jiggle. I was getting hot and worked 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 lower lip, my t-shirt smell tighter and tighter. When I looked down, I knew my nipple 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 love my milk as much as they wanted.

Lactophiles would adore me.

I bit my low-down lip in anticipation.

Soon category was over. I stood up quickly just so my tits would take a hop up and down. My jersey was riding up eminent and high as they grew bigger and giving. It was turning into a belly shirt. Soon, would it even be able-bodied to constrain my tits ?

Would I even need a shirt ?

I sauntered through the halls, my hips swaying. My waist was a niggling curvier, too. Little more womanly. I might be dead, but no girl in my college had tits bigger than me now. The boy swarmed around me. They were staring at my mammilla, looking for that first sign of wetness. They were aegir for my milk to fully amount back in. They wanted to nurse from me.

It was so incredible. I had such a huge smile on my face as I entered my next class. 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 savour. Nursing them all would be incredible.

Nate glanced at me. He had these deep 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 backtalk. What would he feel like when he nursed on my mammilla ?

His oculus flicked down to my boobs. He licked his brim."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 teat 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 breast jiggling. He turned in his seat, hungry. I gasped as he seized my proper boob and swallowed my nipple. His whisker rubbed against my silky flesh in my raw areola. 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 slit clenched. Such a repellant and wanton Wave of pleasure nip through me. It was unbelievable. Just what I craved. What I needed. I groaned, biting my lower lip as the joy swelled and swelled inside of me.

I needed to be touched so bad.

My hips wiggled as he suckled, my Milk River squirting into his mouth. I whimpered and then gasped as Tim came up. He latched onto my former breast, leaning over to suckle 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 back talk. I whimpered, staring down at my breasts.

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

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

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

I nodded my headway, whimpering."Being a man dairy cow is so hot. make my puss so wet. Would you be so kind ... ? I promise to lactate you when they 're done. You just have to eat me out. I need to cum."

I could n't believe I was saying those words, but my panties tingled around me. I needed to be devoured. My virgin pussy needed more than just fingerbreadth. Ken groaned, licking his backtalk and brushing those gold curls surrounding his mouth.

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

"Yes,"I moaned.

I cradled both Nate and Tim to my tits as Ken yanked down my jeans. He ripped them off my seat and down my second joint. They bunched around my ankles, my pussy clenching in anticipation. Every suckle from the two lump nursing on me sent delight shooting down to my pussy.

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

"I 'll birth enough for everyone,"I moaned, knowing it to be lawful. I could sense it filling my tits faster than the two son could suckle it out. My human udders would just have enough creamy goody for all the boys. I quivered, trembling as Ken dragged down my scanty, exposing my ass and pussy to everyone.

"red cent, she might have the height of a little girl, but that butt is fledged,"groaned Ken.

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

I shuddered as Ken kissed down the curvature of my posterior and dipped between my second joint. He nuzzled into my puss. I gasped, his tongue flicking across my virgin snatch. He brushed my sheep pen and caressed my hymen. I quivered, my nipples throbbing and aching. milk squirted from them as the two boy gulped it down with such thirstiness.

I trembled, my climax building and building.

Ken squeezed my backside as he fluttered his tongue up and down my slit. Ken licked up my juices. I could experience them dripping out of me, another sweet and creamy treat for the boys to enjoy. He brushed my button, sparks bursting from it just like bliss zapped from my nipples. I groaned, loving every moment of this. My toes curled in my place, my twat 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 River,"I moaned, my black hair trembling about my naked shoulders."Oh, Ken, you 're going to get so much milk. Just make me cum. Lick my pussy and hit me explode."

"You 're going to swim me in your cunt cream, and then I 'm going to suckle all the Milk out of your tits,"he growled.

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

I had three male child suckling on me. Both my teat and my button throbbed and ached. They all sent such fantastic sparks of pleasure shooting through me. My nipples spurted their Milk into the two boys'hungry mouthpiece. They gulped it down, their strong workforce kneading my growing tits.

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

I was coming closer and finisher to my orgasm. Ken 's goatee rasped against my twat backtalk through my George H.W. Bush. His clapper fluttered against my Virgo folds, pressing on my virginal membrane. He lapped up my sweet cream while the two other boys nursed on my unfermented milk. They gulped it down with such hunger. They were swelling my breasts larger and larger.

I just knew I would earn J-cups.

I would deliver those big boobies just like I wanted. Delicious bag. They would be thoroughgoing. Just amazing. I whimpered, trembling as I hurtled towards that wonderful moment.

'' Oh, yes, yes !"I moaned, my cunt so hot. So wet."Ken ! make me cum and then you get to take Nate 's place. Just keep on licking me. I need an orgasm. It 's so hot nursing you sexy boys."

"I ca n't wait to make you cum,"groaned Susan Brownell 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 opportunity !"I moaned."You 'll all get your luck !"

Ken latched onto my clit again. He sucked hard, his goatee rubbing against my pussy backtalk. I shuddered, trembling. Both my nipples throbbed while Tim sucked at the Lapplander time. My Milk River squirted into their mouths, sending three-fold jolts of lightning zapping down to my cunt. My virtuous pussy became electrify. I gasped, the currents of seventh heaven rushing through me.

I came.

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

Stars danced before my eyes.

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

"brand that HuCow slut cum !"Mark Anthony shouted.

"Goddamn, I ca n't await to make our man dairy cow explode !"the nerdy volition groaned.

"Yeah, make her cum, then you can wassail her toothsome, creamy milk. I ca n't waitress to milk her bag !"

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

Nate ripped his mouthpiece off my nipple. Some of my creamy milk had spilled down into his dark goatee. He grinned at me, nodding."I 'll switch, Ken."

Ken ripped his mouth from my pussycat. His hands gave my ass a last wring then he rose."Her twat is all yours."

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

I gasped at the pile of his blonde goatee soaked in my succus. My pussy ointment had utterly drenched him. I could smell it, a odoriferous aroma, but different from the delicious cream that squirted from my mamilla. I groaned as he darted in and kissed me. I shuddered, tasting my cunt.

A zipper rasped behind me.

"Oh, Nate is going for that cunt,"Antony cheered."Go for it, dude. Damn !"

"Booyah !"Nate shouted.

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

recognition hit me.

He was about to pop my cherry red. He was about to really make me cum, earning him the rightfield to fuddle all my creamy bosom Milk River. I shuddered, my body on fire.

"Yes, boy have to eff me to pledge my bosom Milk River !"I moaned.

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

Ken latched onto my teat, suckling hard. His rasping goatee rasped against my ring of color and soft tit. I shuddered, wiggling my hips and rubbing my hot puss into the shaft 's tip nudging me. I was so bore 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 nipples both bursting with electric arc of pleasure as my hymen stretched and stretched. Pain flared, meeting the electrifying bliss flowing from my tit. I trembled. Then my cherry popped. His rooster slammed to the hilt in me. My optic widened I was suddenly filled with a huge dick.

My first cock ever.

I gasped and moaned, swiveling my hips. I squeezed my cunt around that astonishing cock. Nate groaned, his hand squeezing my hips. I was bent grass 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 stopcock hard into my puss. I gasped at the strength of his peter burial to the hilt in me. His private parts smacked into my croupe, making my butt-cheeks joggle. My big udder rippled, moving as the two hungry male child 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 bang me. Oh, yes, pledge my Milk River by fucking me hard. pee-pee me explode !"

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

"You have to screw a HuCow hard !"growled Marcus Antonius."You just pound her bitch. And other places."

I shuddered, wanting to bump those former places.

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

My deflowered bitch clenched down hard on the big gumshoe thrusting into me. It slammed into my depths, sonorous glob smacking into my clitoris. Sparks of delight joined the electrifying jolts zapping from my mamilla. Milk River squirted again and again into those hungry boys'mouths. I groaned, swaying. I was getting closer and closer to exploding.

It was so intense to be fucked. Nate 's rooster reached so abstruse in me. He plundered my cunt. He grunted and groaned, his hand squeezing my pelvic girdle. I undulated them, stirring my juicy twat around his big pecker. The harder he thrust into my puss, 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 heavily. I want to share 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 inglorious hair and yanked my head back. I gasped, loving his dominance. He fucked me backbreaking. His mightily separatrix rammed to the hilt in my cunt. I trembled, my twat clenching down on him. champion burst before my eyes. It was so intense. Just amazing. I whimpered, squeezing down hard on his shaft. This wonderful pleasure built and built and built inside of me.

Both boys suckled at the same 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. Waves of hot passion flooded through my consistence. The rush of pleasure was electrified by the zapping delight shooting from my nipples. Both boy suckled as my orgasmic bliss swept through my psyche. I screamed out in exaltation, buckling hard.

"Fuck !"Nate grunted.

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

Nate slammed into me and erupted. His hot jizz flooded into my deflowered kitty. I groaned as he pumped that fantastic pick into me. I shuddered, the Milk River squirting from my nipples into Ken 's and Tim 's thirsty mouth. I whimpered, a wave of delight sweeping through my body as my pussy milked Nate 's erupting dick.

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

It was incredible.

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

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

Tim popped his sassing off my nipple and groaned,"I want you to sit on my dick."He licked his backtalk, milk staining them."Sit on my dick and drive me. Then I can sustain nursing you."

I nodded, groaning as he sat down on a chair, shoving the desk away from him. He unzipped his jean and jostle them down, lifting his tail up from the tail. His shaft stretched out his tight honkie underwear. The yield of the Loom came off next. There he was, his big peter unveiled. My cum-filled pussy clenched.

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

Then I was sliding down him. I impaled my cunt down his peter. Tim groaned around my pap. He suckled harder as my pussy 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 mouth opening wide.

I let out a wanton moan.

Hands seized my head teacher, turning me. I gasped to see the nerdy testament thrusting his dick at my oral fissure. Before I knew it, I was suckling on his shaft. I nursed on him like the two boys nursed on my sonorous titmouse. My kitty squeezed around Tim 's thick shaft. I groaned, reveling in the feel of his slam. I slid up and down him, my pussy clinging to him, the clash incredible.

I moaned around that shaft in my mouth.

Will groaned, his hands gripping my capitulum as he fucked his gumshoe in and out of my mouth. He had this wild look behind his trash. He grunted and panted, eager to garner the right to suck from my udders. I cupped his balls, massaging them as he plunged his hammer over and over into my mouth. Drool ran down my Kuki as I suckled.

The sounds of nursing echoed around me. Ken, Tim, and I were all making those risque sounds. Both my nipples throbbed and ached in the son'mouths, Ken 's goatee rasping against my ring of color. I shuddered, my slit clenching down around Tim 's dick.

My snap gripped him. I held his marvelous prick as I worked up and down his shaft. The smell of him in me drove me to just ride him. To just enjoy every inch of his dick in me. I would cum on his dick. I would explode on that thick cock. I groaned, wiggling my articulatio coxae.

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

I did n't know why I was golden. Did she mean because I had my big, heavy breast ? I could just tell they were J-cups now. After Nate had cum in me, after the boys at suckled my tits, they had swelled into such a rattling, monumental sizing.

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

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

I would have gumshoe in all of my holes. I would suckle and nurse at all three of the boys'cocks. I would enjoy them.

I sucked so toilsome on Will 's tool as Anthony 's thickheaded stopcock pressed against my virtuous son of a bitch. My sphincter stretched and stretched and stretched. I shuddered, squirming on Tim 's shaft as that Black tool popped into my arsehole. I groaned throaty pleasance, moaning around Will 's pricking.

I shuddered, Anthony 's thick prick plunging deeper and deeper into my bowel. This marvelous heating plant met the silky delight in my pussy. The two unlike clash merged and melted together, driving me towards another awful orgasm. My pap 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 gut."Goddamn, you 're fucking tight. You 're just a petty dairy slovenly woman, are n't you ?"

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

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

"Yes,"will groaned, his peter plunging hard and fast in and out of my mouth."That sounds hot ! Do that to her !"

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

My pelvis danced, stirring my cunt and SOB around Tim and Anthony 's big shaft. They worked in and out of my pickle. Two unlike, amazing frictions. The silklike rubbing in my twat and the velvety delight from my mother fucker. They swelled inside of me, forming a wonderful violent storm fed by the electrical energy shooting from my nipples.

More and more than drool ran down my chin. I squeezed my eyes shut, edifice and building towards that climax. I was so close. Susan Brownell Anthony fucked me hard, driving his putz deep into my SOB. His genitalia smacked into me. His ball thudded into my flesh over and over. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering as this amazing seventh heaven built inside of me. The violent storm grew.

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

My orgasm exploded through me.

The storm swept through my body. My asshole and puss writhed about the two dicks. Howling jazz of ecstasy swept through me. Zapping bolts of lightning electrified my psyche. My nipples squirted even more milk into Tim 's and Ken 's hungry mouth. I gulped down my treat as I squealed around volition '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 teeth. I gulped it down, my knife massaging the tush of his rooster. to a greater extent and more of his boy-cream flooded my mouth. I savored every drop. I reveled in this wonderful here and now. It was incredible. Amazing. I never wanted to stop. I felt so dizzy as this Delicious pleasure rippled through my body.

Marcus Antonius drove his cock deep into my asshole."God fucking tinker's damn, HuCow trollop are amazing !"

The black guy fired his jizz into my dickhead. Spurt after wonderful spurt of his cum flooded me. male child cheered around me, all eager to smack my milk. To roll in the hay their cocks in and out of my mouth and kitty and dickhead. To give me their salty cum. I wanted it all.

I gulped down every free fall of Will 's jizz while my asshole and cunt milked Tim and Anthony dry.

Anthony ripped his peter out of my mother fucker. He seized me under my armpits and hauled me off Tim 's turncock. He pulled my huge udders away from the two son'hungry back talk. I gasped, suddenly pressed onto a desktop.

Cum ran out of my pussy and asshole as Susan Anthony leaned over and latched onto my nipple topping my J-cup tit. Will took the early one, suckling hard as the next boy stepped up to fuck my pussy.

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

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

It worked out best for all of us.

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The image chortled in delight at the results of its newest pair of panties. It had turned that flat-chested daughter into a nurse slut.

It had a dissimilar thought for its next yoke. Not something so basal. Something fun. Something that would be bold. To drop it off would be a risk 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 variety. If it were caught ...

But it would be Worth it.

It stroked the brace of step-in, loving the intention. They were all black, cut narrow in the front and rear, the waistcloth only strings. It had some niminy-piminy lace decorating the movement. Two words were printed in bright, gold letters on the back. dare letters.

TOP BITCH.

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

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