Nerissa Sings a Western, Part 1 (Cowgirlification, Expansion, Hypnosis, Hololive)

The wind whirled, kicking a tumbleweed through the town, across the street, and into the open goal of the local saloon’s doors, where Holo-EN were struggling to get into character.

“Which idiot suggested a western-themed show anyway?” asked Kronii, fighting to cram her famous bust into a setting-appropriate corset. Calliope Mori, whistling innocently, handed her a bikini top instead.

On the other side of the saloon, Nerissa stood on the stage and felt a strange feeling, one she hadn’t truly felt since she’d lost her horn: a burst of inspiration. Standing there, her own generous figure crammed into an even-less period appropriate dress than Kronii, she locked her eyes on the piano in the corner and imagined a short, bespectacled pianist playing an old-timey show tune while she can-canned across the stage and regaled the audience with her voice, just like in the past. (Only with slightly more can-can.)

Resting her head on her chin, she sighed in nostalgia. What she’d given to go back to the good old days. When she still had her horn, that is, not the Wild West, though this setting did give her a ton of inspiration. And who was to say there wasn’t some of her old magic left…? 

Leaving the saloon behind, she marched out into the sun-scorched wastes of the desert, letting the wind whip the sand around her feet. The real question was what exactly she should sing about. She didn’t just want to holler about anything, after all. 

In a nearby cattle pen, a cow mooed, its enormous, swollen udder jiggling as it moved. The instant she saw it, Nerissa’s eyes lit up. “That’s it! That’s perfect!” 

Closing her eyes, she let the inspiration flow through her, setting off the machinery of her mind into mind and plonking out the words of her new song like a player piano. When she opened her eyes again, her grin was wide. Oh, yes. She knew exactly what she wanted to sing about.

“Nerissa,” came a familiar voice. She turned and saw Calli and Kronii approaching from the saloon. “Are you coming back in?” said the former. “We’re just about to start filming.” 

“Of course,” said Nerissa, smiling demurely. “Before we go, though, do you want to hear the new song I’ve come up with?” 

“New song?” asked Calli, quirking an eyebrow. 

“It goes like this,” said Nerissa, sucking in a deep breath. “YODELA–!” 

(A pause like a storm the instant before it breaks, a violent caesura deafening in its silence.) 

“–HEE–HOOOOOOO–!”

The sound that emerged from her lips couldn’t have been more demonic. Rolling over the sand like the shockwave of a bomb, it struck Kronii and Calli with enough force to knock them back a few feet. Stumbling, they struggled to raise their hands and cover their ears to block it out, but even then, the sound remained so loud they could barely hear their own breathing. 

“YODELA–”

“N-Nerissa…!” cried Calli, struggling towards her. She didn’t have much success: Nerissa’s song was so loud she couldn’t hear her own voice, and moving through it was like trying to fight a hurricane. After several steps, she came to an abrupt stop, her legs quaking with the exertion of moving. Her heart thudded painfully hard, while her chest felt so tight she was tempted to loosen her corset.

“–HEE–HOO–!”

Wh-what’s wrong with me? she thought, looking down at herself: her boobs were visibly pulsing, as if the force of Nerissa’s yodel were making them ripple. It wasn’t just her chest either, she realized a moment later: her butt felt painfully tight in her skirt too, as if her clothes were shrinking around her. What’s happening?! 

Behind her, Kronii doubled over, clutching her chest, and released a long moan. Piercing, it cut through the noise of Nerissa and hit Calli as well, spinning her brain around in her skull. It sounded– It sounded a lot like a cow’s–

MOOOOOOOO…! 

The cry struck her brain with the force of a speeding freight train, and with it came a thousand matching images: cows, udders, suction cups, cream, churns, milk, milk, milk, milk, milk… Mooo! 

Milk, images of milk, filled her brain and drowned her thoughts, as if they were being pumped into her skull through every hole she had. Falling to her knees, Calli knelt there and moaned, her eyes spinning, as the feeling of creamy goodness in her head spread downward, filling her breasts till she was certain they would burst. 

With a series of pops, her corset gave instead. Her skirt tore a second later, followed by the underwear beneath it, and out into the open sprang her swollen chest and butt, blown to four or more times their already generous size, her nipples squirting milk in every direction they pointed. 

“Moooo!” Behind her, Kronni screamed as her bikini top split too. Her boobs had been bigger than Calli’s to begin with, and they’d grown even bigger now, pumped into a pair of sloshing, milky sacks, which squirted their creamy contents wherever her nipples pointed. Her buttcheeks, ripping straight out of her short shorts, were barely smaller, and as she fell to the ground they clapped and rippled as well. 

On the floor, their tattered clothing melted and flowed back up, reforming around their bodies as cow-pattern bikinis and fake horns and tails. The two didn’t even notice: they simply wobbled forward, their milk-filled boobs swinging and squirting, and mooed like the obedient cattle they’d become. 

Finally, Nerissa paused to catch her breath and wipe the sweat from her brow. To her delight, her fellow vtubers were gone, replaced by a pair of dumb, busty cows with fat, leaking tits and equally big backsides, their swollen bodies perfect for milking and spanking both. “I’m glad you enjoyed my music,” she said, fondling a mewling Calli’s bloated nipple. “Now…” 

Giggling, Nerissa turned her eyes back to the saloon. “Time for the rest of Holo-EN to hear my new song…”