Rain's finished letting him milk the situation!

"Rain, you've gotta get back!" Allenby took point in front of Rain, determined to defend her friend and her pride no matter the situation.

"I can't just leave you!" Rain shouted. She wasn't sure if she'd be much good in a fight, but she had at least realized that if she avoided making "m" sounds, she seemed to be able to get a handle on her brain again. That meant she might at least be able to come up with a plan.

"D-don't be bull-headed about it, heh! I mean, grr... don't have a cow! I'm giving you a tip! Hyuck hyuck! I won't steer you wrong, ha hee hoo hee!!" In spite of her brave words, Allenby was doubled over in a second, then collapsed on the floor, clutching her sides with her big butt stuck up in the air and her thick thighs kicking with laughter at her own puns.

"You m-oo-" Rain began, clapping her hands over her mouth quickly as soon as she realized her mistake. "You... creep! You clearly have an incredible power at work here... why are you using it on the two of us? What are you after?"

The creep in question casually turned the broken glasses he tossed aside earlier over in his hands, as though checking if they were still good. "Huh? Even you can understand the two of you are some high quality T&A, right? When I saw you two arrive, I couldn't pass up the chance."

"Don't you think that explanation is lacking a bit for what you've done here?!"

"Look... Rain, is it?" Jervale regarded her without revealing his eyes, glancing up and down her bodacious body. "When you have lived as long as I have, things get boring. You take whatever chance you can for entertainment, and when you find a promising prospect, you milk it for all its worth without sparing any tools at your disposal. Mmm... Speaking of which..."

Catching his lewd implication, Rain crossed her arms in front of her chest. "I can't keep up with Allenby, but if you think I'll let you have your way, you're sorely... i-incorrect!"

"Oh? So you have a strategy bouncing around between those cute earrings of yours? Do tell."

Rather than mess around and let his control get stronger, Rain recognized she needed to act quickly. A logical part of her told her the only smart move was to try and find some communication equipment... Was her phone still with her clothes in the cockpit? Could she use the radio to contact any government? Maybe even Domon? No... She was sure that if she turned her back on Jervale to run, he'd take advantage of her weakness. "I can fight, too! I still have a card in play... the strength Jervale recklessly boosted when I was in the Gundam! I know his Hood contraption increased it. I can feel it!"

She wouldn't hesitate and miss her chance, wasting her remaining strength and brainpower. She might not be a martial artist like Domon or Allenby, but she still took pride in her strategies and fighting spirit. As such, without doubting herself, she began stamping her right foot, kicking it against the floor as her nostrils flared with intensity. Glaring daggers at her opponent, she raised her hands her head and stuck her pointing fingers in the air, as though doing so would somehow form a more powerful offensive tool than the equally ridiculous fake horns she was wearing. With a cry like a bull, Rain charged headlong at Jervale, her huge chest shaking with each step and her cowbell clanging.

"Ole!" The demon butler gave a shout and stepped easily to the left of Rain's intense charge.

Rain barely had time to lower her fingers, her survival instincts finally reminding her how painful it would be to run into a solid wall pointing-fingers-first, before collding with that wall instead with her largely unprotected head. She let out a cry that sounded more comical than injured. It seemed her strength enhancement had actually been no joke, as a network of cracks had erupted where her head had made contact. Even if her head was harder, though, the impact had hurt both her brain and her pride. The fighter slumped down, clutching her head with clenched teeth and exposing her half-naked butt.

"Impressive!" Jervale clapped and laughed with a remorseless smirk. "You almost had me! Ah ha ha, with strategies like that, it's no wonder Neo Japan keeps you around!"

The operator's face burned with anger and humiliation as she turned and rose back to her shaking legs. If her brain had felt fuzzy before, it was absolutely scrambled, now. Her tormentor's form seemed to double and then triple, surrounded by dancing stars. "I'moo... not finished! Neo Japan keeps m-oo... k-keeps I around for, ah, f-fighting spirit! I can do this... rescue Allenby, and return to Domooooon... I just have to hit this...!"

The Devil Gundam had been a horror of cosmic proportions, and yet, Rain and the rest of the galaxy had survived it. Rain was sure that experience, where control of even her own body was taken from her, would be the most disturbing she'd ever have to endure. However, this incredibly wrong feeling, of a body that barely felt like hers charging towards a leering man in the repeat of a tactic that had failed miserably only a moment earlier, was on another level...!

Naturally, Jervale sidestepped the reckless charge a second time.

Rain was headed for the platform's fence, towards the railing and the Matador Gundam. They were stories up! If she couldn't apply the brakes in time...!

She managed to kick her heels down, then collided with the bar rails with a grunt, her heavy breasts bouncing over the top. Feeling sweat beginning to run down her body from the exercise, she turned in place to prepare for another doomed charge.

Instead, she found the leering demon butler standing in front of her face as she was backed against the railing. **** to escape, she tried to turn from him once more. Jervale pinned his body against hers, pressing his erection against her lower body as he grabbed her wrists. "Don't you think that's enough resisting? Girls like you do get ornery when you get like this, huh?"

"G-get like what? Captured, hoomoooliated, and violated?" Rain struggled in vain against his strangely powerful grip. Even as she stubbornly continued to fight, she felt as though her movement was becoming weak and sluggish, like her body was responding to something.

"No, I mean when you get full."

The fighter's eyes widened as she peered over her shoulder, seeing Jervale lick his lips. Slowly, inevitably, he bent her arms with his own until her hands were on her chest. "W-what are you...?! No! That was your plan all along?! Y-you're sick...!"

Putting his hands over hers, Jervale stroked them from the outside to the tips of the breasts. Immediately, Rain was horrified to feel the unfamiliar enormity of her ready, puffy nipples. She gasped as Jervale maneuvered her own hands to knead them. The strategic mind she was sure she was holding onto vanished like a dream; instead, she found herself clenching her teeth and furrowing her brow just to try and keep herself sane and dignified as her unbelievably sensitive tits began leaking around the erotic remains of her pilot suit.

"Rain... I used to be a fighter myself, you know, with something to fight for. I respect the effort, truly. But since you're not thinking straight, I'll do the thinking for you. You're not a fighter, are you?"

"I... m-mooay not pilot a Gundam in the fight... but I'moooo...!" Even forming words felt like a Herculean challenge, and keeping her reddened face straight was an impossible one, her eyes beginning to roll upwards as her painted lips pursed into an "o" suited for her automatic response.

"Forget the Gundams. You're not even a human, right? You're more like a prize-winning milk cow suited for the county fair, aren't you?!"

"N-not hoomooooan?! You're... y-you're...! Gh!" Rain choked back another involuntary bleat as more milk began to spill around the two pairs of hands, eclipsed in the unnatural mountain of flesh that was her chest.

"Does a human make this much milk, even a mother?! Haha! Say it, Rain! The cow says...?"

Rain bit her lower lip and shut her eyes, feeling her hips thrashing against Jervale in a last effort to escape, an effort that only seemed to make him grip harder.

"The cow says...?!"

"D-Do... Mooo~ooooo~oooo!!" she shouted, her eyes shooting open in shock as Jervale moved her hands aside. The chest of Rain's skimpy remaining pilot suit gave way to a powerful jet of milk blasting from her chest. She continued moaning like an animal as Jervale laughed cruelly and manipulated her breasts like a pair of hoses, shooting milk far enough to leave wet white flecks on the bull-headed Gundam they stood in front of.

With his hands inevitably coated in the stuff, Jervale smiled as he licked it off his thin fingers. "Not bad! Neo Japan will win the blue ribbon at the fair for sure this year!"

He heard Allenby cackle from the floor at his crude joke, still thrashing and holding her sides. The joke of a fighter couldn't even form a proper sentiment of anger or regret for her friend who'd been turned into a human milk-cow.

"Well, as tempting as the idea of keeping you around to help with breakfast is, Rain, I probably ought to be returning you two soon... Before I do, how about a little show? Any objections, girls?"

Rain let out another erotic moan and Allenby giggled uncontrollably, which seemed like all they'd be doing for the immediate future.

"No objections noted. Very well!"