Really.

He gagged the good doctor with her own labcoat, a symbol of authority, knowledge and power turned against its owner, to his amusement and arousal. Twenty two seconds later, he was back at Ultramom’s milker.

In order to sate her, it had had to gain access to her pussy, so it cut through her bikini bottoms and gave itself access to the heroine’s tight holes. Like the good doctor’s it had produced a dildo to keep its occupant happy, unlike the good doctor’s that was insufficient to sate its occupant, so it had produced other toys. While the dildo that was almost exactly the same size as his cock split her lower lips, a vibrator was pressed against her clit and a slimmer, lubed dildo penetrated her ass, thrusts alternating, speeding and slowing at a random rate, a large dildo slapped at her face, sometimes slipping between cock-sucking lips, sometimes slapping her cheeks, sometimes just resting, out of reach, a creamy substance dripped from its tip, providing additional nutrition, liquid for a dry mouth and a damn tasty treat for the superheroine and every second the machine pulled and pushed on her breasts, milking her like a cow. Four full gallon canisters already sat on the floor, and as he watched a fifth was ejected into the pile and a sixth slid into place to receive its precious cargo.

Dr. Bluder’s research suggested that Ultramom’s milk was what had given Ultraboy powers and that ingestion could give others powers, or enhance the powers they already had. That might be worth testing, but for now…he pushed a button on the milker and all the toys, the needles, the chains and even the suction cups withdrew, those last with a pop that was drowned out by the sound of Ultramom’s weary body hitting the floor. Milk leaked from her nipples and lube from her holes. He pulled out the antidote and before she could say anything beyond, ‘Please...’ though whether she was saying ‘Please save me,’ or ‘Please pleasure me,’ or ‘Please put me back in the milker,’ he didn’t know. He ignored it and gave her antidote, handling his mother’s breasts for the first time since he was breastfeeding.

“What happened?” she asked, as her eyes cleared and she pulled her top back up and attempted to act as if she hadn’t just been cumming her brains out and her bikini bottoms weren’t leaking cum and lube on the floor. The duralexx did its best to keep up with the last of her milk production, but she still had impressive milky stains on her top.

He ran through his escape and his discovery of Dr. Bluder’s antidote, but he had to decide whether he wanted her to know that he still had the beautiful MILF bound to a milker, just as Ultramom had been, or not. She was already working herself up to give him a speech about how wrong it had been to give Dr. Bluder the lactate…