Stay And Fight

Lacta-Woman took notice of the people in the surrounding buildings watching in horror as their hero was beaten senseless. She realised that all of these people counted on her, and that there was no telling what Dr. Stakia would do if Lacta-Woman fled. Summoning an ounce of courage, she took a fighting stance as the suit closed in. She would fight.

"This is the end Udder-Woman! Im going to tear those disgusting sacs of fat right off of your chest!" yelled the minion.

"As long as there is milk in my breast, I will never let the people of this city down! Im going to protect the people that count on me for they give me my strength" Lacta-Woman yelled.

Overcome with some new type of strength, Lacta-Woman began to yell. She felt the sloshing of liquid in her breasts as her Bovian body switched milk production into overdrive. Her breasts began to swell up, and soon they were bigger than ever before! The minion paused in disgust as she watched the milk bloated cow wail into the air summoning the last of her power. Lacta-Woman lunged at the suit and punched a dent into the suits armor. The minion was shocked at this apparent power increase, and tried desperately to fight back as Lacta-Woman pummeled the suit with a barrage of attacks. She landed a clean uppercut into the suits midsection that sent it flying into the air. She flew up and smashed it back towards the ground. Lacta-Woman landed right near the suit and looked at it furiously. It was covered in dents but still intact. The minion inside simply smirked and pressed a button on the suit. The power source in the middle turned from red to green and the dents disappeared. The suit began transforming becoming more hulking and jumped up quickly. Lacta-Woman through another punch at the suit, but it didn't even leave a scratch.

The suit threw a right hook towards her. It had sacrificed some speed meaning it likely doubled in power. Lacta-Woman tried to lean out of the way matrix-style, but her breasts were too fleshy and ungainly. The hook caught her in the chest and she groaned. Her breasts had gotten bigger but it came with a much higher sensitivity. And so the onslaught began. The suit began launching every attack it could at Lacta-Womans udders. Punches and kicks flattened each teat into pancakes. Armor piercing bullets riddled into her chest, not breaking her skin but causing unimaginable agony. The suit even had lasers that cooked her fat tits until one could smell burnt milk in the air. With each painful attack landed on her ample tit flesh, she felt her stamina free-falling. _I'm going to lose. They're going to kill me, _she thought. Another punch too her breast sent her to a knee. The pain was too much. Her tits felt like they were going to fall off. Lacta-Woman did not want to know what the Doctor would do if he actually succeeded in defeating her. But it was inevitable that she would eventually find out. The suit had equipped what looked like brass knuckles and continued beating her chest like a boxing bag. Each punch easily landed it's mark upon the large beach-ball like bosom of Lacta-Woman. The beating continued until Lacta-Woman felt a strange urge in her chest. It was the feeling of a liquid rushing to the front of her nipples. In horror, she realized it was milk. She had sustained so much damage that she had lost control of her udders. Before she could feebly attempt to cover her udders, a spasm of ecstasy rippled throughout her and milk erupted from her nipple, causing two giant wet stains on Lacta-Woman's slutty top.

_Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... My udders milk... How could I be so careless as to lose it..., _she thought. Falling to the floor, defeated and humiliated, Lacta-Woman let out a cry that could only be described as a cows moo. The minion walked over to Lacta-Woman's lip body and picked it up by the hair. She let out a soft "mooooooo" as she was hoisted up but no resistance. Making sure the news cameras got the shot, the minion took her hand, and ripped off Lacta-Womans top. Her enormous fat bags spilled out, now exposed to the world. A collective shocked gasp was shared by all who laid their eyes upon the fat udders. They were so big, round and perfect it was hard not to. They were so large that without the containment of the bra, they seemed to jiggle continously on their own. In disgust, the minion threw her body into the mud and stepped on it. "HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA! WE DID IT BOSS! COW-WOMAN IS DOWN!" the minion cried. Dr. Stakia rubbed his hands in excitement. "Indeed. Bring the body of the lifeless cow back to headquarters. Now the world will know their hero was nothing more than a slutty cow who couldn't handle some tit punches". He dissapeared in a flash of light. The minon grabbed Lacta-Woman by the breasts and also dissapeared in a flash of light.

Lacta-Woman came back to in a dark chamber. She could not see anything, and felt a wave of panic, as she recalled earlier events. She tried moving but realized she was restrained by her arms and legs, in a way that **** her to protrude her chest out. Realizing that her top had been stripped off and her bare chest was completely unprotected she felt another wave of panic. Attempting to free herself, she summoned all her strength, but was met by an onslaught of agony from her beaten chest. It had taken her nervous system time just to register the amount of pain she was going through. Her breasts were working hard just to keep her alive, and on a low milk supply, that meant pain. She was in a completely weakened state.

Suddenly, a door opened and Doctor Stakia walked in. He had a smile on his face that likely meant he was about to do something. Lacta-Woman did not want to know what.