While Rei and Asuka were having their little playtime/mutual training session, Misato was alternating between a deep set scowl and mindless mooing. It was impossibly frustrating. Every time she had a train of thought chugging along, Ritsuko would dangle a nice juicy carrot right over her big heaving bosom - and a mindless horny moo came out of her lips.
"Ritsuko what are - Mooooooo!" Misato asked, groping helplessly at her breasts as if trying desperately to stop the milk gushing out of them. "Please stop with the ca-moooooo!"
It was the most patently absurd situation she could imagine being in. Not that her imagination was capable of much right now. She grit her teeth and tried to concentrate. Obviously, Ritsuko was to blame for - Mooo! To blame for whatever is going on with the pilots, and now she was trying to - mooo! Cover it by making Misato into a horny obedient milkcow.
She had to escape. Which meant summoning every little bit of her willpower and - Ah! Her milk drenched hand had somehow managed to pull away from her breast! Misato stared at it in abject disbelief, thinking for a moment that she could do it. She could escape. She could break free, she could - What was she doing? No, no, that probably wasn't a good idea, she really shouldn't let herself taste that milk because this milk wasn't natural and her instincts (which were usually right on the money) were screaming at her that it would cross a line she didn't want to cross.
Another surprise took her, as her other hand managed to grab that traitorous wrist. While it too was covered in milk, Misato made sure to keep her grip firm. Deep breath now, a little more self control, hold it off for a little while longer ot assert your dominance and -
A single solitary drop fell from one of her hands - she didn't know which one- and landed on her lips. On reflex, she licked it.
"Moooooooo!" Misato moaned, attempting to stuff both of her milky hands into her wide open mouth so she could lick it all off. The creaminess, the taste, it was unlike any milk she'd tasted before. More milk than milk, if that makes any sense.
"There we go, that's a good milk cow," Ritsuko said, patting the top of her head. It felt nice. Misato reflexively leaned back into it - but no! She shouldn't be doing that! "My goodness, this is quite the outcome. Mistress Rei will want me to test this milk for what sort of effects it has on a person."
"Nnngh! Ritsuko Akagi, cut this out!" Misato managed to grunt out. She ran her tongue around the palm of her right hand in a desperate attempt to get more of that taste, more, more, still more, it wasn't enough could never be enough. But... It seemed to be keeping her lucid. For now. She could feel something else building up deep in the pit of her stomach, something <i>bad</i>. Or maybe something <i>good</i>. "What's gotten into you all of a sudden? I knew you always fancied yourself a bit of a mad scientist, but this is too much!"
"Subject appears lucid," Ritsuko said into a recording device. "Is enquiring on the purpose of the experiments set by Mistress Rei." She pulled out a measuring tape and held it up against Misato's breasts, causing milk to spurt out of her nipples. Oh gosh, she could see that there was apool of it all over the floor now. Ah! Aha! On instinct she got onto all fours and started to lick it up, butt wiggling happily in the air. "Fascinating. Potentially a narcotic effect?" Ritsuko mused into the recording device. "Or some other kind of addictive quantity?"
She then smacked Misato's butt, and it felt like the second best thing to ever happen to her. This taste of milk was second place. The hand lingered on her ass, squeezing and groping it with wanton abandon.
"There is a higher concentration of muscle mass detected on the subject," Ritsuko continued. "While her breast growth is more obvious, the effect on her muscles is still quite pronounced. No test has been performed yet, but it would not be especially surprising if she could bench press twice her normal weight, and there might be an effect on her stamina as well. Once Mistress Rei returns, we shall conduct proper analysis on Misato's new limits."
"New limits?!" Misato gasped around the mouthful of milk she'd lapped up from the floor. Ugh, she couldn't get it up faster than it was coming out of her. Where was it even coming from?! Wasn't conservation of mass still a thing...? "H-Hold on a moment, what if this thing is turning me into milk from the inside out?"
"Subject has posed an interesting question with unfortunate implications," Ritsuko said, idly sliding her fingers around Misato's butt before pulling back - and thrusting it right into her gushing pussy. Misato's eyes crossed and she let out another mindless series of moos, while Ritsuko used this position to guide her into crawling across the milk drenched floor. "I will now have her enter this Synchronisation tester to determine its validity."
"Ooof - Oooh... Moooo!" Misato helplessly crooned. "Wh-what are you - Stop that!"
"Reassuring the subject may be necessary to facilitate cooperation, as she could probably easily break my arm if she put her mind to it using her increased muscle mass," Ritsuko said. She withdrew her finger and leaned down. "This is for your own good at this point. We need to have a look to see what's happening to you. As you suggested, this milk production level is quite unnatural, so we need to find out where it's coming from. Climb into the machine, close your eyes, and I'll run the test."
"Mooo!" Misato grunted, and crawled inside one of the little pods that was usually used to test the Pilots. This must be a spare - or maybe a new model that Ritsuko was working on? "Then why didn't you say that instead of fingering me into compliance?"
"You couldn't tell?" Ritsuko asked as the chamber door closed around her. "I've been gay for you since college. With the exception of anyone Mistress Rei commanded me to, you're the one and only woman I'd ever want to fuck."
Oh. Well that made sense. Ritsuko had always been weirdly touchy feely with her. And Misato knew for a cold hard fact that she had an absolutely rocking body, so it would be weird if Ritsuko wasn't -
Hold on, no, wait a second! That doesn't make sense at all! Ritsuko was hot for her?! That changed everything abotu their relationship in a fundamental way! The capsule filled up with LCL, which mixed in with the milk pouring out of her tits and - uh oh, that was another problem on top of a great big pile of them. What sort of effect would this milkd mixed in with LCL have on her?! Misato tried in vain to keep her mouth closed but in the back of her mind she knew it was in vain. LCL stands for "Link Connect Liquid", as it was meant to facilitate the connection between the pilot and the Evangelion unit they were piloting.
Which meant, if it was mixing with this milk, then this mysterious substance was going to form a link with her entire nervous system at once. Which meant that she was already pretty thoroguhly fucked over, no matter what she did.
To that epiphany, Misato could only say one thing.
"Moooooooo!"
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This was a very strange experience for Ritsuko Akagi. In the back of her mind she knew that what she was doing and saying was strange. However, she was still operating under the dose of dominant pheromones that Mistress Rei had imposed upon her. In time, she might break free of it. For now, all she could do was what she had been asked to do: Make Misato useful for her.
Misato Katsuragi was becoming a milk cow. This provided several obvious benefits in terms of food supply and sexual proclivities. However, there were other possibilities as well. Her muscle mass was becoming more densely packed, more efficient. Which makes sense in a way - cows are mighty beasts indeed. It was a miracle that there were no signs of hooves, tails, or horns. Nor a second stomach based on these scans.
"Please try to refrain from climaxing inside the device," Ritsuko advised, knowing it was in vain. Tut tut. It seemed that the milk was mixing with the LCL anyway, which was interfering in the scans somewhat. Ah... but it might also be accelerating the process of Misato's transformation.
More to the point was the matter of milk production. Whatever else was going on here, she shouldn't be capable of something like that without turning her own body into milk, which really wasn't something Mistress Rei would want.
So, it was a great relief to her to notice that there was something odd about Misato's breasts beyond the obvious. They weren't big and swollen with milk. They were big and swollen with an interdimensional portal of some kind. Meaning, this milk wasn't a product of her own body per se, but rather a product of another dimension about which they knew absolutely nothing. Save the fact it had a lot of milk on the other end. Milk with strange properties.
Yes, that was a relief, but it also raised a few further questions. Questions which Ritsuko could only answer in one way. Now that she had the answer to that question, she would have to examine further by taste testing this milk right from the cowslut's boob.
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