Mind-Control Panties 13

HuCow's Delicious Milk

The figure moved with ease through the department store. It was excited to leave its current pair of panties behind in this location. After the last one, Cherry Tart, had made Delilah White into a perpetual virgin, the figure wanted to try another form of body modification. It had an idea for a delicious one. It was why the current pair of panties looks so much like the white and black pattern of a dairy cow. There was a simple question written on the rear.

Got Milk?

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

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

The shoppers in the huge box store paid no heed to the figure. It slipped between them, almost flowing like shadows. Nondescript and unremarkable shadows. Its true form was utterly alien, but they didn't see it as anything more than the background. Their eyes slid across the figure to stare at what they really were here for.

All the material goods spread out before them. The 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 lust for mischief.

The figure reached its destination: the Junior Miss section. It was for girls who were ten to thirteen to shop at. Of course, 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 trainers, it draped the panties.

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

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

Abigail Hart hated having to go to the Junior Miss section shop for her clothes. She was nineteen. Nineteen and four foot eleven! She looked like a twelve-year-old girl and had the chest to match. She barely qualified as an A-cup. She kept hoping and hoping her breasts would grow, but nothing seemed to work. Not any of the apocryphal ideas she'd gotten off the Internet-- she'd drunk 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 more than the little mosquito bites she currently had. Something that would make her look anything close to her age.

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

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

At nineteen, it was hard to keep believing that.

She sighed when she reached the bra section. She hated having to browse here. She couldn't get anything sexy. She wasn't even sure why she bothered. Like I need any support, she thought. The only thing that had developed were nipples. They were getting bigger. When they got hard, they were noticeable. And that just embarrassed her. At least a training bra helped to hide them.

She slouched up to the display, gazing at the selections and...

"Got milk?" she read, staring at the panties.

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

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

Panties in hand, she marched up to the cashier. The tingle coursed through her body the entire time. 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 weren't the store's. They were Abigail's. They were made for her. If anyone else took them, the results could be unpredictable.

A gymnastics coach had learned that.

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

* * *

Abigail Hart

I stared down at my flat chest and shook my head. Every morning, I hoped that something would happen.

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

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

"I'm never going to get a boyfriend," I muttered. I stared at myself in the mirror. I had no hips. I wasn't even five foot tall. At nineteen, 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 boot. Why had genetics abandoned me?

I threw on my new pair of panties I'd bought yesterday. The dairy cow pattern on them was... exciting. They made me tingle when I touched them. It ran all the way up to my breasts. My nipples. I could almost fantasize that if I put on these panties, I would grow huge tits. Just the largest udders. 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 massive tits. I could be like her. In my dreams, I was.

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

But I had to get to my college.

I smoothed the black and white panties over my rump and then traced the waistband around to the front. They fit perfectly. I kinda liked the look. Like I was a dairy cow. I could be a human cow with big udders just full of creamy milk.

Milk?

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

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

I thought her name was Hitomi J-cup.

Gosh, she was so lucky.

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

Blood 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 thing a twelve-year-old would wear, but it fit me. My nipples poked at the front, and I didn't care for once.

At least my nipples were developed.

I shoved my legs violently into my jeans. I was just so fed up with that all. Nineteen! Nineteen and with the smallest tits ever. I worked my pants up my thighs while shaking my head. All my friends had developed. I had to watch Jennifer and Courtney and 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 purse, made sure 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 door. The sun was bright, shining. I felt it warming my skin as I headed to the college, this tingling rippled around my nipples. I knew I should've worn a bra. I was feeling the fabric of my shirt rubbing against my nubs. It was making me excited. I was getting wet.

Gosh, that was embarrassing.

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

What? Had they never seen a short woman?

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

I reached my college, the city buses dropping off some students, other college students driving their own cars or walking in like me. A flood of them was heading towards the front door. They were all taller than me. It was the worst. Everywhere I went, I was the shortest person. My feet smacked on the pavement, my purse 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 lush sweater puppies she always was showing off. She wore a top so tight that it molded to her tits. On top of that, she had a plunging neckline that went so low it showed off a hint of the lace of her bra.

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

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

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

My cheeks burned as I stalked through the school.

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

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

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

I stared down at my chest and...

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

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

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

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

Tingles raced out of my panties. My hands grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up my torso. Right there in the hallway, not caring that other students were passing us, I stripped. I pulled my shirt up and up, the wet fabric peeling away from my fat nipples. I bunched my shirt up beneath my armpits, exposing my new breasts. 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, 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?"

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

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

He suckled.

Tingles raced through my body as I felt the milk squirting out of my nipple into his mouth. 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 fists, drinking 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 cream beaded on my other 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 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 flavor. It had a melony aftertaste. Something almost like cantaloupe. I groaned, smacking my lips.

Bruce popped his lips off my nipple and groaned, "It's good, isn't it?"

I nodded. "Oh, please keep suckling."

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

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

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

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

So sweet.

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

It was too good.

I trembled, my hips wiggling as he kneaded my tits and nursed from me. My twat was on fire. I kept licking fresh cream off my palms, switching my hands, loving it. I groaned, the tingles racing from my pussy, maybe from my panties. They surged up and up to my tits to make 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 nipples. You're lactating!"

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

They were B-Cups.

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

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

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

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

"Because she didn't have tits before," Courtney said. "Damn, I wouldn't have 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 idea how this had happened. Could it be because of the panties? Just because I said that wonderful question printed on the back, Got Milk? It was so foolish. Neither panties nor saying a phrase could have turned me into a human dairy cow. They wouldn't cause my tits to swell and give me creamy milk for all the boys to enjoy.

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

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

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

I was a woman. I was nineteen and finally had tits. Nice, round B-cups. I felt them bouncing and jiggling with my every step, moving with this perky 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 hair, and Will while pushing up his glasses. They all stared at me. They all enjoyed the side of my tits.

I finally had melons. Hooters. Delicious sweater puppies. Sure, they weren't the biggest, but they were such an improvement. I felt like a million bucks as I headed into my first class. My professor, Mr. Abernathy, blinked at the sight of my tits. He had this hungry look in his eyes as I sat down in the front row. I grinned at him, arching my back to thrust out my new breasts at him.

I could tell he loved my babies.

It was so hard not to play with my nipples during class. I just wanted to tweak them. To touch them. They kept tingling as the fabric of my t-shirt caressed them. I loved how my tits moved. My pussy was hot, making me squirm which made my breasts jiggle all the time. Poor Mr. Abernathy kept stumbling through his lecture. He was paying more attention to my tatas then on what he was supposed to be teaching us.

That made me feel like a million bucks.

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