"Hold it!" said a woman's voice. Tom wheeled around to see a short woman wearing a domino mask and a milkmaid's outfit stride into the room. He didn't really need to guess who this hero was.
"Milkmaid?" laughed Traitonica, "You're kidding me, right? Of all the heroes out there, they send a walking punchline to fight me? Shouldn't you be busy getting a centerfold done of you? Or staying down on the farm with the other cows?"
"Laugh all you want," growled Milkmaid. She walked up to Traitonica. Tom noticed that her breasts were swelling with each step she took, revealing a deep valley of cleavage. She grabbed both of Traitonica's wrists and tried to wrestle her to the ground, but to no avail. Traitonica was just too strong. In fact, it seemed as though Milkmaid was flagging by the second. In mere moments, she lost any stamina she had, and collapsed, limply dangling from Traitonica's arms.
"Pathetic." Traitonica shook her head. "But never send a heifer to do a woman's job." She grinned down at Milkmaid. "But now that I think about it, I just gave up some rather nice boobs. I think I'll take yours instead." She grabbed Milkmaid's wrists, and laughed as her bosom began to grow. Tom could swear that he heard gurgling as Traitonica stole the unconscious heroine's breasts. Soon, Milkmaid was left completely flat-chested, and Traitonica's had swollen to be the size of her head. "And now with that, I'll drain everything else about y--yooo--yoowooooo."
Traitonica collapsed, nearly cracking her head against the floor. After a moment, Milkmaid stirred, dragging herself out from under her foe.
"Well, that worked about as well as I had anticipated," she said.She adjusted her skirts and tugged her now-loose top into a less revealing position. She gingerly strode away from Traitonica, then turned back towards the rest of the class. "Nobody go near her or touch her. I had loaded my tits down with an enervating milk. Right now she's too weak to move around, but if she can get her hands on you she'll transfer that stuff over to you. Yes, if you're a man." She looked down at Traitonica and pursed her lips. "Especially if you're a man. She thinks that sort of thing's funny. Now everyone file out of the room. We can wait for a containment team to pick her up, while y'all handle what comes next."
One by one, the students in Dr. Larson's class walked out of the room, making sure to avoid Traitonica's grasp. The supervillain weakly waved a hand at a passing student, trying to get enough skin-to-skin contact to transfer the magic milk out of her system. She failed, and, having lost the rest of her energy, she collapsed.
Once the students had all left the classroom, Milkmaid followed them out.
"Alright, so now that that's taken care of, there's something I need to ask."
"Of course," said Dr. Larson. She still had her arms defensively crossed against her chest, shielding her cleavage from prying eyes.
"Well, I'm sure you know about my powers. If I intentionally cause myself to grow, then try to stop myself, it just makes the girls angry." She gestured at her chest, which was already beginning to refill. "So..."
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