A little aptitude test for Demolition Girl

Slowly strolling up behind Demolition Girl, Layla eyed her carefully. She didn't want to get beaten up, she just wanted to gauge how good this superheroine really was. From what she'd heard, Demolition Girl's power came from her indestructible fists, some minor super-strength in her arms, and her ability to alter the density of her fists at will. Of course, after a certain point she wouldn't be able to use them if their density grew too great, so there was a soft limit on that.

Layla'd seen her around a few times, being a local, but her fights weren't all that impressive. Sure, she won, but there wasn't much technique or grace to the way she fought -- Layla'd been in plenty of real fights, enough to recognise a pampered princess when she saw one. And Demolition Girl was no fighter.

Right behind the superheroine now, Layla licked her lips greedily and ran her eyes across the shorter woman's backside. Not bad -- not holding much strength, but good size and width to it. Demolition Girl's hips seemed hand-made for breeding.

Even though the mechanic was directly behind her, Demolition Girl didn't bother to look up or cast a glance backwards. So sure of herself that she didn't even bother slowing down as she dug through and tossed aside sheets of customer information. So certain that she wasn't in any danger. So unbothered by how much of Layla's time she was taking up, or how long it'd take for Layla to reorganise everything once she'd gone. So proud and dismissive, so spoiled and praised. And just so stacked!

Layla had had quite enough, and in a sudden moment of sleep-deprived decision making, she bent forward and pressed her tank top-clad chest against Demolition Girl's costumed back, her crotch against her ass, her legs against her legs. In a moment, Layla had taken a sort of standing spooning position with the invasive superheroine, and before she could react Layla reached around the powerhouse's fine body to grab a tight, overflowing handful of fat titty in each hand.

"Ah!" Demolition Girl called out in surprise, quickly standing up straight and throwing an elbow back at the groping mechanic's head. Layla ducked the elbow on a reflex, pulling herself more tightly against Demolition Girl's back and holding her cheek against the back of her struggling head.

With one last tight, massaging squeeze of her titanic boobies, Layla shifted her arms to wrap around Demolition Girl's waist. By now, instinct and reflexes had entirely taken over the mechanic's body. She hugged the superheroine tightly in a bearhug from behind, squeezing the squirming heroine's midsection. Layla the local mechanic arched her back, lifting the shorter Demolition Girl a few inches off her ground and into the air, as the mechanic's denim hat tumbled backwards off her head and onto the floor.

The great and powerful superheroine struggled desperately in the mechanic's iron-like grip, tapping against the forearms which held her in the air and kicking her legs out, but she couldn't escape. The mechanic's suffocating bearhug was like nothing that Demolition Girl had ever faced in common criminals or low-ranking supervillains -- and her vision was starting to blacken from the pressure.

Layla noticed the tapping against her forearms slow, as the struggling in her grip weakened, weakened, ever weakened, until.... Demolition Girl let out one last, **** exhale, arched her back forward with the last of her strength.... and suddenly went out. Slack, and loose. Hanging limp in Layla's arms, head lolling downwards and arms hanging by her sides. Her legs stopped their kicking and hung loosely too, toes pointed down towards the ground that they couldn't reach. Layla couldn't believe it. Almost as if to confirm it to herself, she maintained the hold and swayed the sleeping body from left to right, sending Demolition Girl's ragdolled limbs gently swinging from side to side in time with her turns.

"That's IT?" Layla cried out incredulously to the otherwise empty garage. "That's all it took? I barely even...."

Layla's reason suddenly came back to her, as she was half mocking the put-to-sleep superheroine and half revelling in her sudden and unexpected absolute victory over the now-**** heroine. The heroine who had stopped so many criminals, and saved so many lives, put out by her bearhug in a matter of seconds. Eyes wide, she quickly rushed to lay the sleeping beauty atop the workbench she had been searching through before her swift ending.

"Oh my god, oh my god...." Layla repeated to herself, running a hand through her short blonde hair and looking across the laid-down body of a dreaming Demolition Girl. She was completely out, breathing slowly in her sleep. Completely out cold. "I.... I can't believe I just knocked out Demolition Girl, I- I can't.... I only wanted to.... oh my god, oh my-"

Layla's eyes stopped moving as they crossed the superheroine's heaping rack. She sucked in a quick breath, and watched the meat slowly rise and fall on the sleeping wonder's chest. So much bigger than the girls in her magazines. Layla had been working so hard lately.... surely she'd earned herself a little break. A-and besides, it's not like Demolition Girl would even know that anything happened while she was out, right? This was.... she'd earned this......

With a quivering mouth, the now partially-justified mechanic reached forward with her shaking hand towards the utterly stacked superheroine's chest. In one quick motion, she gripped the chest material of Demolition Girl's uniform tightly with both hands and tore it apart, exposing Demolition Girl's heaping assets, the titanic breasts which made her so notoriously top-heavy.

The stacked bitch's fat tits were out in the air now, for Layla to gawk at and admire. And that was all she intended to do, before carrying and dumping the sleeping, overpowered and exposed Demolition Girl in a dumpster somewhere, to wake up whenever her weak body would. Then the mechanic could get back to work. That was all that she intended to do, but now that they were freed, and Layla could see them.... she just couldn't help herself. She just had to try them. Layla leaned forward eagerly with her drooling mouth, to take a nipple between her wet lips.

Demolition Girl mewled cutely in her sleep, head rolling to one side, as Layla gave her tits some special treatment. Layla slurped and sucked on Demolition Girl's bared breast, bobbing her head up and down as she worked the nipple.

Layla would take it into her mouth in its entirety to wet the area. Then, she would plant her mouth over the top of the nipple and swirl her tongue around its rim, mixing in little flicks of her tongue across it. Then, she wrapped her lips around it fully, and pull her head back as far as it would go until the nipple sprung free of her mouth with a popping sound, and sent the entire mountainous orb jiggling.

With a giggle, the mechanic placed a hand on the orb to hold it still, and slurped back down the on top of the once-mighty breast, sucking up and down the length of the nipple. She went faster and faster, as if she was sucking off the sleeping priss, before finishing off by planting several kisses atop it and turning her attention and affections to the other breast.

A little bit into working the other nipple, Layla was filled with a sudden childlike glee as a certain taste filled her mouth. She pulled back from the tit with surprise to look at the mountainous bare tits of the shorter woman, and jostled them around idly as she checked to confirm what she already knew. Yes! Haha! Layla thought with a wondrous joy. Just a few minutes of TLC, and I've already got the superheroine's milk coming out! Not ignoring me now, are you bimbo?

And the mechanic was quite right, as she took a full grip of the underside of each breast and squeezed them both tightly. The slow dripping of white milk over her mountaintops were turned into sudden large spraying squirts of milk. The gushing liquid came out at speed at Layla's squeezing, masterful hands, which had the heroine bucking and thrashing around in her sleep.

How embarrassing. Layla thought, smiling proudly. A great superheroine, who saves lives and fights crime. Who doesn't have time for common courtesy or conversation. Well, look where that got you -- put out, exposed, and milked by a worker's hands. If the world could see you now.....

Layla, having long since abandoned morality when it came to the fate of this particular rude, impish, childish spoiled cow of a "superheroine", let herself laugh openly as she played with the squirting fun-bags some more. She milked the heroine with alternating squeezes now. Sprays of milk from the thrashing, put-to-sleep heroine launched up and landed across the workbench, floor, and Layla herself, but the majority ended up back on top of the fat-titted cow who produced them so eagerly, covering her costume, soiling and humiliating her even further in her sleep.

But that was not to last. The thrashing noticeably slowed, even as the squirts of milk from the absolutely stacked woman maintained their power and as Layla continued to thoroughly fondle the two wrecking balls laid out before her. Demolition Girl was starting to come to, stirring slowly. When her wits finally came back to her she would find herself with tits on display, covered in spurts of her own milk, and still being milked as her bare breasts were squeezed and massaged by the simple mechanic who put her to sleep with a bearhug.

Layla was all too aware of this, and absolutely noticed the impending threat as the superheroine began to wake up and shake off the grogginess. Luckily, she wasn't too worried, squeezing one final, long spray of milk out of the heroine's tits, the flesh overflowing from her fingers, before walking cockily to the edge of the bench where the stirring Demolition Girl's head lay.