Hannah was annoyed.

  She was annoyed for many reasons today; one such source was Emily Piggot's tirade at Collin's Mishandling of the confrontation he had with the suspected cape in civis. Said confrontation was already being spread across the city due to the civilians who saw the whole damned thing.

  Her second annoyance was how Dragon was constantly spouting nonsense regarding this new cape. She liked the reclusive tinker but this constant obsession with imaginary debauched acts was starting to degrade on her sensibilities.

  The fact that the original cim against the Bck Queen is still unsubstantiated further decreased her image of the shy Canadian.

  She let out a sigh as she saw the PRT van pull into the underground parking and made sure to put on a smile making sure that it reached her eyes so others could see it. Sometimes she wished she could have an open mouth mask, but PR said no.

  The van backed up in front of her and even before it was opened, she saw white slime oozing out from the gap between the door and the frame. What it was, she had no idea, but the maintenance guys were sure going to have a field day.

  The agent inside opened the door and her smile fell. Out came a deluge of the white substance as it poured out of the back creating a puddle that spread all the way to her, coating her boots with the sticky and slimy substance. She lifted one of her boots and grimaced as the white fluid stuck to her causing her to swear off pizza or any mozzarel for a while.

  She looked up and saw the three suspects that were carefully stepping out of the back. Ms. Myoshi first wearing a very skintight coveralls, then the blonde hastily pulling up her daisy Dukes to cover up her cum leaking pussy.

  Finally, the st suspect leaves the back stepping onto the stained concrete in strapless open-toed stilettos -How did those stay on?- causing the shocks to suddenly unch the back of the van up by a foot before bouncing back to the concrete. The agent that was inside almost fell out, but the white slimy substance helped keep his feet on the floor.

  Each movement of the Brunette caused her prodigious chest to jiggle, bounce and sway as if she was the star of some 80's adult cartoon. Milk thoroughly drenched her front and somehow none of the white slime stuck to her feet nor heels.

  As she stepped closer, Hannah realized that the woman was much taller than herself.

  "Ah, Miss Militia in the flesh. I take it that Armsmaster isn't here because of the stunt he pulled earlier?"

  The comment from the unnamed parahuman made Hannah feel like she swallowed a lemon. She wanted to defend Colin, but he essentially outed this parahuman in front of a public who recorded the event and shared it across the web. Granted, she didn't think anyone would have expected her to react like that nor that she apparently weighed so much.

  She ignored the comment and pushed on ahead.

  "I have been informed by my superiors that you are allowed the use of your pumps for the duration of your stay, Ms...?"

  "Murphy, Xena Murphy, but everyone calls me Xena. A pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Militia."

  They shake hands and Hannah finds that despite Xena's soft hand she has a firm grip.

  Xena Murphy made the breast pump reappear; the pink bag was absent since Colin was testing it for any potential secret. With some aid by Ms. Myoshi, both discreet cups were repced and the milk started to be pumped into the already half full container which the Asian held like a proper handmaiden.

  "Well, if you three would follow me, I'll take you to the meeting room."

  If one could call the interrogation rooms with additional seating a meeting room.

  She turned and headed to the freight elevator; Colin's sensors doing something good for today to make up for the bad and calcuted that Ms. Murphy weighed much more than her voluptuous figure suggested. Much more.

  Xena pulled Hannah to her side in a one-armed hug, her hand not resting on her side but groping her full breast as they stepped into the freight elevator, the poor thing creaking at Xena's weight.

  She felt Ms. Murphy's strong hand knead her as she hit the floor button.

  "So... Miss. Militia, do you have any Mr. Militia in your life? Or.. maybe you're more of MS. MIlitia?"

  Hannah was a little shocked at how direct Ms. Murphy was, her emphasis on MS left little to the imagination- much like her dress- about what she meant. She-she honestly hadn't thought about having a proper retionship for ages. Xena moved behind her as her other hand reached around and started to slowly stroke her thigh.

  She was conflicted.

  She wanted to immediately tell the pushy woman off. How dare she insinuate she was a homosexual!? Hannah was a God-fearing Christian, and after seeing THEM when she first obtained her powers, she KNEW God is real. She rubbed her thighs together as her panties began to get damp, Xena slid the hand that was fondling her breast over her clothes under her shirt and bra to pinch and roll her erect nipple.

  But Hannah also knew that Legend was a homosexual, and his powers were truly powerful. Was he right in his sexuality? Did God favor the gays more than the rest? Her blush could not be seen due to her bandana, but her neck and chest gained a red hue.

  She-she did like a girl when she was in the Wards. But she was all the way in another city, nowhere near close enough to see if there was something there. Hannah began to take in heated breaths as Ms. Murphy's hand went from stroking her thigh to her inner thigh. Getting closer and closer to touching her wet core.

  "Are you okay Miss Milita? You seem rather... out of breath."

  "I-I am perfectly okay. Th-The AAAAC seems to have malfunctioned in the elevator sh-shaaaft. You-You know How engineers alwayysss forget about the human factor?"

  Hannah stuttered and moaned as she tried to expin why she was feeling so hot and bothered. The elevator was taking its time to get to the proper floor, and it couldn't go fast enough.

  Xena finally slipped her hand down Hannah's pants and stroked her outer lips. Her Nipple being constantly attacked; being pulled, and pinched, and rolled as the flesh around it was squeezed and massaged. Xena leaned down and nibbled on Hannah's exposed neck before trailing them up towards her ear and blowing in it. Hannah's eyes fluttered as she gasped.

  "Purrrhapss, you need a drink? want tooo sssample my goodsss?"

  Breast Milk?! Hannah's eyes widened as she couldn't think of anything else as Xena ground the heel of her palm onto her throbbing erect clit. She couldn't speak, she couldn't breathe, her muscles locked up and shook like a seizure. The pleasure shot through her from her abused clit to her to her fondled breast and straight into her brain, causing her vision to go white. Her pussy exploded into her pants as she came, drenching her panties and cargo pants with her arousal.

  a puddle of clear vaginal fluid grew on the metal diamond treadpte that made up the floor of the freight elevator.

  The Bell floor dinged just as Hannah's muscles unclenched and she fell limply into Xena's welcoming embrace. She had never felt this weak before. This tired. Not even during PT did she feel this throughly spent. But. But she also had never felt this good before.

  Xena helped walk her out of the elevator as her own legs felt like jelly.

  "Fufu, I guess we'll have to put the sample testing on rain check."

  "Hmmmmmyeah... maybe next time."

  A droopy smile was pstered on her face as she guided the group to the meeting room.