You grab the funnel and put it in his mouth, smirking. “Now you should be familiar with this. Since you decided to be an obstinate bitch, this is going to be rough. I really hope that you’ve improved since last time.”
Kelt doesn’t reply; the only thing that comes out of his mouth is a choking noise as you make him chug down your milky potion. Since he’s retained some feminine features, not much is needed to transform him back into the lovely female you titty-fucked last time. His cock and balls quickly shrink back to his groin flesh, and his tits grow even further than they did before. When he’s done gulping the last drop of milk, your little cocksucking slut is back. She’s crying again, but you don’t care. She’ll get used to it.
“There, that’s much better. You look beautiful when you’re a girl, did you know that? Now I should find a proper name for you, Kelt is no fit name for a fine woman like you. What about Kelly? Shouldn’t be too hard to remember, even for a dumb slut like you. What do you think, Kelly?”
The centauress doesn’t respond, still sobbing. You grow impatient and slap her with your fat, corrupted cock.
“Answer, you wench! Your rightful mistress asked you a question. Do you like the name Kelly?”
She bursts into tears again, any attempt at a reply breaking off into another sob. You cockslap her repeatedly as you roar, “Do you think I have time to waste on whiny bitches like you? You’re even lucky I’m taking care of finding you a proper name. I should call you Cumbucket or Sugarcunt because that’s exactly what you are. So what do you think? Do you want to be called Cumbucket, Cumbucket?”
The broken centauress manages to shake her head convulsively. Satisfied, you stop slapping her.
“Good. Kelly it is, then.”
