Dr. Stakia takes his time building the suit.

A few weeks had passed since the Android bombings, and the incident was completely wiped from her mind. Lacta-Woman had continued her life as normal. Working hard everyday ass Bessinia and her alter ego. Everything was going great for her, as the world still thought of her as a goddess. Little did she know that over the past few weeks someone had been documenting her every move, even as Bessinia, plotting her utter-destruction. And today was finally the day that Lacta-Woman would face the end of her life. As per usual, she left her office at 1am to go milk herself. Once in the bathroom, she squeezed into a stall, barely able to fit her milk bloated udders through. They were aching and painful, and she could her milk sloshing around inside. Quickly she undid her blouse and bra. Then she aimed her udder for the toilet bowl. All it took was a light nipple tweak to get the milk flow gushing. She sprayed a large amount from both breast until they weren't aching. This process has to be precise as she wanted to have enough milk left to be strong enough to fight as Lacta-Woman if need be. When she finished and returned to her desk, Bessinia noticed some commotion near the TV playing the news. As she headed over to the people crowded and watching, she heard nervous yelps and a couple of "Dear Lord's!" on the way. What was broadcasting live on the news shocked her. From the view of a news helicopter at the top of an unfinished building, what appeared to be a toddler walking across a construction crane was playing. "Lacta-Woman will save the kid though right?" someone asked. They didn't need to tell her twice. Slipping into the elevator unnoticed, she used her super speed to change into her costume.

Flying as fast as possible, Lacta-Woman headed to the 140 ft crane with the toddler. When she arrived, she could see the child crawling aimlessly across the crane. There was something odd about the way the toddler was moving, but she chalked that up to just being scared. Lacta-Woman flew close to the crane and waved her hands to get the kid's attention. She did not want to startle him as he might fall off the crane and end up being traumatised for life (if not already). To her dismay, the child made eye contact with her and began moving the opposite direction. He stumbled, and Lacta-Woman grabbed him before he fell. Holding the toddler close to her chest and covering his face, she slowly descended. "It's okay now, you're safe little guy". It was only then that questions had started popping up in her head. How did the kid even get up there? Where were his parents? How did he not fall prior to her getting there? Then she realized that the child was cold. Cold and hard. Almost like- steel? Lacta-Woman held the child up. "_What is going on?" _she thought to herself. She noticed something sticking out of the kids ear, and pulled on it. As she pulled, the kids skin peeled off with it revealing a human skin mask replica, with a wig. Under it was the robotic face of an android, and a flashing red light accompanied by a beeping noise. Before she could react, the android blew up in her face, knocking her out of the air and sending her spiralling into the ground. Under normal circumstances, a blast of that size would have not even fazed her, but Lacta-Woman had just milked herself and was not at full power. She was fine regardless, but she took note of the fact she was a little bit weakened. Standing up from her crash landing, she heard the familiar laugh of an old evil man. Turning around she saw the man dressed in a lab coat grinning at her shocked look. "HEEHEEEEEHEEHEEEE! Nice to see you again Lacta-Woman! It is I, Dr. Stakia! I hope you liked my little gift from the crane!" he yelled. Confused, she replied "Huh? We've met before? I don't really remeber you...". Dr. Stakia simply sighed and muttered "dumb cow". Pulling out some sort of communication device, he spoke "it's time, come now" into it. "Well I guess it's no problem that you don't remember me. Today is your last day on earth anyways". Laughing, she replied "Oh really? Well your going to need something a bit stronger than that puny bomb to even put a scratch on me, so you better get to building!". "Oh believe me you stupid cow, I have just the right machines to take you down." he replied smugly. "Oh, I remember you know! Your that guy with all the robots that I took out in one punch!" she exclaimed. Putting her hands on her waist and thrusting her breasts out provocatively, she laughed at the scrawny scientist. "Laugh while you still can Lacta-Slut! I have been monitoring you for weeks since our last encounter. My scanner gave me all of your body schematics. I have had spybots following your every move. I know all your routines, and dirty habits as a result. I even know your name. But your secrets safe with me, since you'll be dead in a few minutes anyways". Unconvinced Lacta-Woman responded "Oh really? And how do I know you're not just bluffing?". "Just 10 minutes ago, you were in the washroom of your workplace- MILKING your udders" he said with a smile. Lacta-Woman's faced turrned bright red. While this was embarrassing, it still did not buffer her confidence. "I know you better than you know yourself Lacta-Woman" Dr. Stakia said. "What do you want from me you scoundrel? I hope you realise that knowing who I am won't help you defeat me." she exclaimed. "Maybe not by itself. But with the information on you that I have, I was able to build a suit using Plasmatonic Metal that exceeds anything you are capable of. Oh look, here comes my minion wearing it now" he said as he looked up into the sky. A large mechanical suit flew down and landed just a few feet in front of Lacta-Woman. It was certainly intimidating, with its 7'5'' stature. There was a middle-aged woman wearing the suit whose head popped out of the heavily armoured head piece. Unfazed Lacta- Woman replied "Ha! This is your big plan to take me down? Haven't I broken enough of your toys already? And besides, don't you know that Plasmatonic Metal is only theoretical? You must not know a lot about science or physics". The woman in the suit turned her head. "Boss can I tear the head off of this cow already?". He nodded in the minion inched menacingly toward Lacta-Woman. Infuriated by the cow comments, Lacta- Woman squared up and lunged at the suit, yelling "I AM NOT A STUPID COW!!" and pushed the suit sending it flying. "Could a dumb cow destroy your precious suit with a push? NO! Thats why I am a SUPERHEROINE, not a COW!" she yelled at the scientest, who had a smug grin on his face. His expression confused her as she had just sent the suit to the other side of the city. Suddenly, with blinding speed, it reappeared and punched her in the face sending her into a nearby by truck. She had never been hit that hard or fast before. Her hand went to her face to try and ease the pain she felt in her cheek. "I-Impossible! Nothing on this Earth could have hit me hard enough to-" she was cut short but the suit reappearing over her and lunging for her neck. Lacta-Woman dodged just in time and landed a punch into the suits mid-section. Not even a dent. The woman laughed and returned with a punch into the left side of Lacta-Woman's stomach. Upon impact, she felt those ribs crack, and she was sent flying into the side of an abandoned concrete building. She came to the horrifying realisation that the suit was stronger than she was. Much- stronger. But she had a bit of an edge in speed she thought. She stood up and flew towards the suit with a car in hand and launched it. The minion dodged and grabbed Lacta-Woman by the neck. The suit found the area with broken ribs and plunged its fist into it. Lacta-Woman wailed at the agony. She slammed her fists into its's side making it topple off balance. "How do you like the new suit, you fat titted bitch? When my scanner sent me your schematics, it picked up some very interesting information. I knew how strong to make the suit, how fast to make it, and even how durable to make it. It also gave me some interesting info on your apparent weakness" he yelled. Lacta-Woman's stomach lurched. She had a weakness, but there was no way that the man could have figured it out. "What are you talking about you idiot? Lacta-Woman has no weaknesses, and this mech suit won't be able to keep up with this pace for long." she lied. "Apparently, your strength comes from your breastmilk. The schematics showed me that whenever you took a hit in our last battle, or used a power, the level of breast milk in your cow-udders decreased" he said smugly. Lacta-Woman's eyes widened in horror. "So if your cow-tits are your power source, than my hypothesis is that they must be your weakness too." said Dr. Stakia. Now fearing for her life, Lacta-Woman looked on in sheer terror as the Doctor signaled to he minion to attack. Luckily for her, the little villian's monologue had given time for her breasts to generate enough milk to get her to full strength boosted by adrenaline. The suit threw a wild punch straight for her chest, and Lacta-Woman managed to block it with her wrist. But to her dismay, even at full strength she was no match for the suit. Her wrist was blown out of the way, and the swing narrowly missed her gigantic rack. Before she had time to recover, the suit, which had suddenly gained an increase in speed, followed with an uppercut right into her left breast. Lacta-Woman let out a sickening wail of pain.

She had never felt pain like this before, at least not in a long time. In her first year of university a couple of girls in her class had become jealous of her large bust. At the time she was about an N cup and far ahead of anyone else in her grade. The girls had followed her home and began teasing her, calling her names like cow and referring to her breasts as udders. They began pushing her around when she commented that they were just jealous and she was prepared to use her powers to defend herself. Then one girl reached up and grabbed her breast, tugging it like one would milk a cow. Bessinia screamed at the sickening pain she suddenly felt. The other girls joined in, punching her breasts and slapping them, causing Bessinia to wail in pain. They even went as far as to take her shirt off and pummel her breasts like that. She had no idea what was happening, why she had seemingly lost all he powers, and was beginning to feel weaker with each blow to the breast. They took her bra off and started groping her nipples which had become stiff for some reason. The groping caused her constant pain, and she felt some liquid rushing to her nipples. Streams of milk erupted from her mammaries and the other bullies scoffed in disgust, believing she must be pregnant. They left her behind a tree in the park at night, only for her to wake up in the morning back at full strength again. After that, she began hiding the size of her breasts when she was Bessinia, and came to the conclusion that her enormous breasts- while being the source of her powers, were also an Achilles heel.

Lacta-Woman groaned as another fist entered her other breast. "Hahaha! How do you like my fists in your fat udders Lacta-Cow!". Lacta-Woman desperately tried to keep her gigantic breasts away from the fists, but it was impossible. A barrage of fist barrelled into her chest fat, each blow causing her mind-wrenching agony and depleting her strength extremely quickly. No matter how much she tried to dodge the onslaught of attacks to her bosom, they still landed devastating hits onto her soft breasts. They were so large and ungainly that even if the woman in the suit wasn't purposely aiming for her breasts, they would still be receiving most of the punishment. The punches kept coming, and with each attack, Lacta-Woman felt her strength seeing away. A wild swing sent her flying into the side of a building. The suits hands began transforming. They morphed into two horribly spiked claws, similar looking to that of medieval breast rippers. Lacta- Woman gathered her might and stood up groggily as the suit walked towards her slowly. Eyeing the new breast **** devices, she was stricken by a wave of panic. Looking down at her battered mammaries, she saw bruises and welts all over her proud chest. Clutching it in absolute pain she realised horribly that this suit would kill her if her breasts kept getting beaten. So she came to the conclusion that she had two choices. Stay and fight, or flee for her life.