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The doors opened with a swish, and into the lab strode Princess Futanari, her gigantic cock straining against her jumpsuit, while her equally large balls swung violently beneath. 

Humming to herself, she marched through the laboratory, past the tanks of bubbling semen, and the terrarium of succplants, and the enormous pile of disembodied penises sitting and throbbing beside it.

Finally, after walking past many, many, many different experiments, she reached the target of her current fixation: the blueberry cows. The bovine berries mooed and rolled about happily in their stalls as she passed, desperate for another fresh helping of her yummy, yummy semen. But this time, she rebuffed them – there was only one cow she was interested in today…

Last in the line, her fat blue breasts sticking over the gate, Sae Nijima mooed at her mindlessly and happily as Futanari approached her pen. “Mmmmooooo! Mmmoooo!” In her excitement, she rocked back and forth, making the walls shake as her gigantic blue body crashed into them. 

Futa’s penis throbbed; her tail swished in amusement. “Hello, Sae. Don’t get too excited, nya. We don’t want nyou to pop, after all.” 

“Mmmmooooo! Mmmmooooooo!” 

For a second, Futanari simply studied her, watching the trickle of thick blue milk from the cowgirl’s teats and smirking to herself in amusement. Raising a paw, she extended a claw and poked the cowgirl in the teat, hard enough to squeal with pleasure but not quite enough to pop her, not that it would really be difficult when she was stretched as taut as she was. The cowgirl whined, slamming her eyes tight and rolling from side-to-side, making her boobs swing and spill thick globs of blueberry juice everywhere. Futanari felt the cowgirl’s pleasure in her own head, as if the blueberry’s mind were leaking out of her skull and radiating through the air like the world’s weakest radio signal. There wasn’t much of it left at this point: between her cowgirlification and becoming a blueberry, Sae Nijima had been left with very little in the way of thoughts. It made her a lot less fun to tease than fresh prey. Fortunately, Futanari had a way to resolve that: 

Sticking her hand into her cleavage, she rummaged around and, after much searching, extracted her pointer. Twirling the thick white stick around her fingers, she took aim at the cowgirl’s head and gave her one last grin. “Are nyou enjoying nyour nyew body, Sae?” she asked, cocking her head in amusement. 

The cowgirl didn’t have the slightest idea what she was saying, of course. But she mooed and rolled happily, which was an answer all of its own.  

Futanari giggled. “Let’s see how nyou feel in a second, nya.” And with that, she gave her pointer a twist and–

A thin arc of fizzling pink juice, barely stronger than static, flew from the pen’s tip and struck Sae in the temple. In an instant, the cowgirl stopped moving or making the slightest noise at all as her eyes snapped wide open and her pupils expanded into a pair of black holes. 

With a crack, the beam broke; Futanari lowered her pointer. For several seconds, the cowgirl continued to stare ahead, a thick bead of drool seeping from her lips, and at last, as if struck by a divine revelation, she jerked backward, common sense returning to her face. “Nnnaaaaah! Wh-what is–?! What’s going on?! Where am I?! Why do I feel so–?!” She tried to move, but bloated body made this somewhat difficult – all she achieved was rolling from side to side. “Nnnn~! Oh God, why do I feel so full?!” 

Futanari, licked her lips. The signal from the cowgirl’s brain was a lot stronger now. Time to twist the dials and find the channel she liked. “Because I turned nyou into a blueberry cowgirl, nya.”

Sae’s eyes snapped to her, as if she hadn’t even realized she was there. Whether the cowgirl still remembered her from their first meeting, Futanari couldn’t tell: at the moment, Miss Nijima had more important things on her mind. “A b-blueberry cowgirl?”

“Nyep, that’s right, nya!” Futanari grinned. “Well, technically I just turned nyou into a cowgirl. Nyou turned nyourself into a blueberry by drinking another blueberry’s juice.” 

“What do you mean, a ‘blueberry’?” cried Sae. Her whole body rippled with her force of her fury, and she squealed as the juices inside her bounced back and made her teats squirt even more. 

Futanari giggled. “Nyou know, a blueberry. A big, fat, round, blue berry, full of juice and leaking from every hole.” She gave Sae’s boob a poke. “Don’t nyou remember it happening?” 

Sae studied the floor, gaping in horror. “I-I–” 

Futanari’s fangs sparkled in the light of the lab. “Don’t nyou remember nyour sister, nya?”  

Sae’s jaw dropped. A low, inhuman, practically bovine moan escaped her mouth. “Makoto!” 

Futanari giggled harder than ever. It made her cock bounce. “That’s right, nya. I turned nyour sister into a cowgirl with nyou. Nyow, she didn’t drink the juice like nyou did, so she’s nyot quite as round or as blue as nyou are, but she’s still plenty leaky. Want me to bring her some of her milk for nyou to try? I bet nyou’d love the taste of it.” 

Sae moaned. “You–you sick fucking–” 

Before she could get any further, Futanari raised her hand and stuck her fingers between her lips. “Mmm~, that’s the stuff,” she said. “I knew it would be a good idea to turn nyour mind back to nyormal. I can’t wait to see what effect it has on the taste of nyour milk~.” 

Sae paled. “M-my milk?” 

With a grin, Futanari snapped, and from the ceiling dropped two long pipes, each tipped with a large suction cup. Picking them up, she moved to fit them to Sae’s teats. 

“W-wait,” cried the cowgirl, struggling to push herself away. “W-wait, don’t you dare– Don’t you– Nnnnn~! Ah! Ah! Ah! Stop it! Stop it! Nnnn~! Get them off me!” 

As the cups whirred away, sucking up liter after liter of thick blue milk, Futanari stepped back and watched with a smile and an erection as Sae gave in to her pleasure.

She wondered how long it would be before the cowgirl broke for a second time.