Milking

Peach retrieved a bucket from the side of the arena. Her intentions were clear, she was going to milk Tifa!

When Tifa saw this she tried to move, but her huge tits were weighing her down. Peach merely laughed. "Did I say you could stop mooing cow?"

There was no use in fighting it, so Tifa started mooing loudly again, driving the men in the audience wild.

Peach went over to Tifa's right breast and put the bucket down. She teased Tifa first by caressing her breast, eliciting moans from the handicapped fighter. Then she got down to business, squeezing the milk from Tifa's enflated breast. Peach's rough treatment of her breast caused Tifa to begin to cry, and furthermore, the size of her breast was not decreasing, so there was no silver lining on this cloud for Tifa.

After five minutes Peach had filled her bucket with Tifa's milk. However, there was something odd about this milk, it was foaming and sparks of energy were flying from it. Peach proceeded to down half of the contents of the bucket, leaving Tifa anxious and helpless while she awaited the result of Peach's action.