Noah's Ark Belt: The Stable vs Ryu and Ataru

Momo mooed softly from the returned grope, a playful noise since she was far more used to the sensation than Ataru as a female and a cowgirl. "You want em that bad? Must love that milk," she goaded, leaning forward to try and bounce her breasts into his face roughly before nuzzling him in for a full smother

Before Ataru could do anything to prevent it, warm smothering softness engulfed him from all sides, as his head slipped deep into her cleavage with sensuous slushing sound.

It was all blackness inthere, and he could barely hear the playful taunts from Momo as he was flailing uneffectively, quickly losing his strenghts as his muffled mumblings added pleasure to Momo's complete control.

In a minute or two the trapped boy-girl would be suffocated enough to be a weakened doll in the cowgirl's hold.

Momo locked her bosom around his head, leaning her hips into his and squeezing him in place. Her milk melons sloshed quietly beside his hears, a soothing tone as she ground into him, trying to drain his strength and air with her pelvic grind

Grinded and smothered in such sensuous embrace from Momo, Ataru had little to none hope to get free.
As if the voluptuous cowgirl's embrace was not effective enough, pressing the air out of her prisoner while her huge melons didn't allow any new oxygen to replace it, that teasing slushing sound of her milk-filled bosoms was adding a soothing and mesmerizing effect to the hold, helplessly calming down Ataru in spite of his own will.
"Damit... it must be some kind of Bovinian trick... the kind they use to subdoe their prisoners.... or maybe just to soothe their babies into sleep...", Ataru thought in deep embarassement as he felt his mind get numb.


"M-Mphhh....", Momo could relish into the muffled murring sound of surrender coming from inside her cleavage, as she could feel Ataru's head stop the wriggling, too weak to struggle any longer, and his soft body eventually become limp in her embrace.

Momo giggled at the effectiveness of her smother, leaning in closer to rub her breasts over him and wriggle them deeper into the hold. This also placed her groin up against his, and if the genderswap was still in effect, Ataru should be feeling lots of new things about then

Still under the strange magic of Momo's milk, Ataru squirms in embarassed pleasure at the totally new sensation of having a female crotch... and getting it rubbed against Momo's own wetness too!

Rocked back and forth in the bovinian girl's hold, the poor boy-girl is stimulated into uneasing arousal while at the same time the gentle swaying of Momo's bosoms have his face slip all the way deep into her tight and warm cleavage.

"M-Mrffhh... <3". With Ataru smothered inbetween those soft, milk-filled melons, Momo can feel the cute sensation of her prisoner's vain attempts at getting some air, so similar to cute and meek kisses within her cleavage. All the while Ataru is wriggling for freedom in his weakened state, which will only produce more pleasant sensation to both the rubbing crotches.