Sample Size

by Citrus Recluse

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Human, Original Character
Length: 6258

A scientist tries to understand The Contessa's powers for herself. This won't end well ...

A scientist tries to understand The Contessa's powers for herself. This won't end well ...

A non-canon side story to Most Common Superpower.
Kinks: [Lactation][Mind Control][Conditioning]

A collab with someone who wishes to remain anonymous.
Cover art is from tfwiki, of Sydney Biggle-Jones, who eerily matches Scarlet Sample's description.

Published 2016-11-28 02:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-11-28 02:00:01 UTC

"It Must Suck..."

Two months.

For two months, the Contessa had been forced to endure a poorly lit, under-furnished cell at Maretropolis Supermax Prison, and force-fed pills that took away the one thing that made her stand out from the rest of the inmates.

Worse still, the guards were instructed to work in pairs around her, and to avoid conversations with her, if possible. After her first escape, they learned rather quickly that extra precautions were needed to avoid her catching a guard alone for a second time. Now that they had her back in a cell, they weren’t going to take any chances again.

She hated all of it.

And to think, I was so close to having it all, with a harem of sultry, stacked superheroines at my beck and call, only to be stopped by an oversight and a has-been who can’t make up her mind on who to fight, the Contessa sulked. At the very least, the guards locked her up in a different part of the prison this time, so she didn’t have to suffer the Mane-iac’s presence from a neighboring cell. She gets released on “good behavior” for stopping me, and sure enough, two weeks later that green-haired freak is back in here because of some other absurd scheme of hers.

The Contessa was perfectly content to stay in a rotten mood, but footsteps from the cell block’s entrance interrupted her brooding. A few moments later, a pair of guards approached, causing her to sit up from her laying position on the bed.

“Hello, gentlemen,” greeted the Contessa as they came to a stop at the front of her cell. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“You’re being moved,” said the guard nearest her cell. “Due to your...unusual abilities, one of the Maretropolis Bioscience Institute’s researchers has taken an interest in you. We’re here to collect you and get you ready for transport.”

The Contessa arched an eyebrow and frowned at this. “A scientist, hmm? As much as I don’t like being locked up, I like the idea of being someone’s guinea pig even less, honestly. What if I refuse to leave?” She then crossed her arms, pushing up her breasts slightly as a result.

“You don’t really have a choice,” replied the guard. “The scientist paid the prison a hefty amount for the right to examine you, and the warden isn’t about to back out on the agreement. You’re coming with us whether you like it or not, ma’am. Even if we have to drag you out of that cell kicking and screaming.”

Pouting, the Contessa sighed. “Alright, dear. Since staying in my cell seems to be a bust—” she pressed her breasts together for emphasis “—I won’t make a fuss.“ She then approached the front of the cell and turned, so she could be handcuffed. “At the very least, I can look forward to the change in scenery. Any idea what I can expect when I get there?”

“Well,” the guard began, as he finished fastening the cuffs, “we don’t have any details on what specifically the doctor wants regarding you, and frankly, we don’t care. All that we’ve been told is that she wants you fully restrained to a gurney, and brought over to the Institute. When she’s finished with her tests, she’ll contact us to recover you. Also, since we don’t want any issues during transport, you’ll be sedated for the trip.”

Suddenly, she felt a sharp prick in the side of her neck, as the second guard unlocked the cell. Not long after, the drugs swiftly took effect, and the Contessa gradually slipped into unconsciousness.

As the Contessa came to, she started to glance around the new room she found herself in. The main chamber had a myriad of beakers, vials, test tubes, and other measuring equipment strewn about, with her in the center. A side-room near the entrance to the lab appeared to be a small office of sorts, with a number of computers and loose papers dotting the large counters she could see. Another small room opposite the office appeared to be a storage area, from what little of it she could see.

As the Contessa was regarding the lab, she heard movement coming from the office room, and soon after, a woman wearing a distinctive lab coat over her orange blouse and black business skirt emerged and approached her. “It seems you’re finally awake,” she said, brushing away a lock of dark red hair, and pushing up the half-moon glasses she wore. “As much as I would’ve liked to begin my tests right away, I thought I’d wait until you woke up so I could introduce myself. My name is Scarlet Sample, and it’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Pinch! I’m looking forward to getting started!” Scarlet smiled, and turned around to gather a few papers lying on a nearby counter.

The Contessa’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t call me that,” she said, already disliking this woman for the slight.

Scarlet, however, didn’t notice her irritation. “Well, according to your records, it’s your name. The prison wasn’t able to dig up much information on you, but they at least managed to find a birth certificate with your real name the second time they admitted you. I think it was a CD or something that tipped them off,” she said, waving a hand absentmindedly. “However, we’re getting off track. What’s important is that you’re here! I heard what happened two months ago on the news, and the medical community is always hesitant to start any research regarding villains with unusual biology such as yourself. Given my background in endocrinology, I figured I’d do what they wouldn’t, take the plunge and study the properties of your unique milk. I’m really hoping that my work on this gets published! It’s not every day that you get to examine something like this, and I’m really excited to start!” By the end of her speech, Scarlet had a broad smile adorning her face, her eyes sparkling with eagerness and anticipation.

The Contessa rolled her eyes. “I’m touched. I always wanted to be someone’s next science fair project,” she said, dripping with sarcasm. “Even if it did get me out of the prison for a little while. So, dear, what are you going to do with me? Poke and prod me with sticks that have fancy names? Bore me to tears with science jargon for several hours? I’m on the edge of my seat with anticipation.”

The Contessa shifted in her restraints, watching Scarlet as she finished brewing a mug of coffee from a machine near the office room. After taking a sip of the black beverage and leaving it in the office, Scarlet returned to the lab to address her. “As I said before, my project will focus on the properties of your...product, given its unusual effects on those who drink it. If I can pinpoint the source of the milk’s physical and mind-altering effects, it would make the police’s job a lot easier, since they’d be able to develop countermeasures to protect themselves. After all, keeping you medicated with the anti-lactation drugs only works so long as you’re in custody. Additionally, I’ll be keeping track of anything else of interest, in case I find something practical that could come from this study. But based on the testimony from both the prison’s guards and Power Ponies, I don’t expect to find anything in that regard.”

As she spoke, Scarlet wheeled over what appeared to be a large breast pump machine. “Now, the only thing I’ll need from you at the moment is a sample of your milk. Then, I can finally get my study underway.”

The Contessa glanced at Scarlet in annoyance. “You’re welcome to try, dear, but as you said yourself, the pills the guards have been feeding me keep me from producing. All that the pump is going to do is make my boobs sore.”

“Oh, I told the warden a few days ago to start giving you placebos, so that you’d be able to provide the samples I need when you got here,” Scarlet replied, much to the Contessa’s surprise. She then carefully removed the top layer of the cloth covering her torso, revealing the second layer underneath. The bottom layer had two small openings for easy access to the Contessa’s two nipples, which Scarlet quickly attached the pumps to. As the Contessa glanced down, Scarlet blushed and quickly added, “This cloth is just so you’re still somewhat covered while I collect the samples. It’s already awkward enough that I’m pumping them.”

Soon the machine started up, and the Contessa let out a contented sigh as she began to express milk for the first time in months. “I don’t mind if you look at my boobs, dear,” the Contessa said. “I’ve always enjoyed being admired, after all. Some of the guards at the prison just couldn’t get enough of them!” she continued, giving Scarlet a quick wink.

“That’s what I’m afraid of, Miss Pinch,” the doctor replied, causing the Contessa’s eye to twitch. “I heard about how you broke out of jail the last time. I can see that you’re...blessed, but I’m not going to take any unnecessary risks.”

“You’re no fun,” the Contessa pouted, the pump slowing to a stop as it finished filling the small storage tank within, with Scarlet removing the pumps from her still-leaking breasts shortly after. “Scientists are always so stiff and to-the-point. It’d be nice if you were a bit more relaxed around me, dear.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Scarlet said, giving her subject a half-smile in response. “For now, though, I get to start my research!” She proceeded to remove the bottle from the pump, and set it on the counter near various dishes and vials. After retrieving her black coffee and taking a larger swig of the now-lukewarm beverage, she moved several chemicals and measuring tools over to the milk sample in preparation for her testing. “I’ve been waiting a very long time for an opportunity like this. If I get enough recognition for this work, I could get moved to a more sophisticated lab. I could really use a change.”

Behind her, she didn’t notice the Contessa’s sinister smirk. “Who knows, dear? It might come sooner than you think.”

After making the final few adjustments, Scarlet initiated a diagnostic of a small sample of the Contessa’s milk through a machine in the back of the lab. Satisfied that it was working properly, she returned to the center of the lab where more samples were waiting.

As the machine began its work, Scarlet cleared a working area to bring over a microscope. Busy as she was preparing slides, she neglected to notice that her charge was still focused on the machine. “Doctor,” the Contessa said, “tell me: what is that machine back there doing with my milk?”

Scarlet glanced back to the large machine at her statement, and turned to the Contessa. “It is a chemical analysis machine. It’s going to take a detailed scan of the chemical makeup of your milk, to see how it differs from ordinary breast milk,” Scarlet replied before adding, “I ran a few tests before bringing you here with a milk donation from the Maretropolis Hospital. I’m using those results as the control for this project. Additionally, while the machine is doing its job, I’m going to examine another sample through this microscope to check for any differences.”

“Ah, a wet nurse,” the Contessa said. “A profession I can get behind! Nurses are always an underappreciated line of work, especially the ones who actually use their boobs on the job.” She then glanced over at the doctor, still busy configuring the microscope. ”I suppose that’s something you can relate to. After all, you did say the medical community hasn’t paid much attention to your work. It must suck.”

“It really does,” Scarlet agreed, glancing into the microscope. “Endocrine research is a very narrow topic, so there isn’t a large amount of room to find new breakthroughs. It mostly consists of finding better ways to treat glandular conditions. It still pays the bills, though.”

After a few moments, Scarlet pauses. “Hmm, now what’s this?! There’s...now this is unusual!” She twisted the knob on the microscope to focus the lens. “Well! In comparison to normal milk, there’s something else suspended in your milk, Miss Pinch! I’ll have to wait for the analyzer to finish its scan, but now I have something to look further into!” The doctor said, a smile on her face.

The Contessa, however, didn’t share her enthusiasm. “Oh, really? My unusual milk has something unusual in it. How fascinating.” She said, rolling her eyes.

Scarlet glared at the Contessa. “I get that you don’t want to be here, Miss Pinch, but I’d at least appreciate it if you behaved. I don’t want to listen to your sarcastic remarks all day. Besides, you were the one telling me to loosen up earlier.” The machine chose that moment to let out a series of beeps, alerting the doctor that it had completed its diagnostic.

As Scarlet strode over to the analyzer, the Contessa frowned. “Well, forgive me for being upset about all this. I have someone studying my milk and boobs against my will—no thanks to the prison—and I’m strapped to a gurney with extremely uncomfortable restraints. I don’t see how you honestly expect me to stay calm and relaxed about this.”

Scarlet sighed. “You’re only going to be here for today. Once my tests are complete—however long that may take—you’ll be going right back to the prison, and you won’t see me again. The less you distract me with sass, the faster I’ll be able to get this done, okay?

“Now then, let’s have a look at these readouts,” the doctor muttered, perusing through the results of the scan. “Typical milk fats, all proteins are present, and I’m guessing that is the foreign compound. Looks to be a kind of chemical mutagen. Interesting! I’ll have to see if I can isolate that from the milk with a distiller.”

The Contessa smirked. “Distillation? I figured you would’ve had some fancy way to suck it out of my milk. To be honest, I’m a little disappointed.” Scarlet gave her a pointed look, but otherwise didn’t give a reply.

With her next course of action determined, she continued down the list. “And...wait...glucose and galactose? That’s odd. Why would those—” Scarlet gasped suddenly. “So the lactose in the milk is broken down?! ...Interesting! There’s trace amounts of lactase amongst the other usual enzymes! Well then, If I were to make a hypothesis, the foreign substance introduces a small amount of lactase into the milk, and breaks down the lactose! Someone with lactose intolerance would theoretically be able to drink this without any problems!” She seemed pleased with the discovery at first, but soon frowned. “Well, without any digestive problems, anyway.”

“Alright then! Now to get the distiller set up, and...to…” Scarlet facepalmed. “I haven’t been taking notes this entire time! How could I be so careless!? Focus!"

The Contessa purred. "More coffee should be in order then, hmm? Why don't you go take a breather and drink up?"

"You trying to give me advice now?" Scarlet asked, amused as she poured some half-and-half into her newly acquired mug of coffee. "On second thought, I suppose it isn't bad advice. I'll take the time for the distiller to run to compile my findings, so I'll see you in a bit. Don't go anywhere!" Scarlet waved her mug at the Contessa before heading toward the office.

"Hmph."

"...and causes lactose breakdown. Okay!" Scarlet—after having furiously been typing away at a computer terminal—leaned back and finished her second mug of coffee during the time she started compiling her notes. It's strange, Scarlet thought, looking at her empty mug, I always drink my coffee black, but for some reason I just felt like sweetening it up. She giggled. Oh well, I guess I can chalk it up to getting absorbed in what I'm studying.

Glancing at the computer clock, she noticed an hour had passed in the time she left her "patient" in the lab to write up her report. "Speaking of which, the distillation process could be done by now. Wouldn't hurt to go check up on both of them."

The Contessa glanced Scarlet's way as she re-entered the lab. "Have a nice, relaxing break, doctor? I was starting to think you forgot about me."

Scarlet sniffed. "I wouldn't exactly call it a break, but it did help get my thoughts in order. Ah!" Scarlet quickly hiked over to the distillation apparatus, and soon began examining the light pink substance left behind. "It looks like it worked! I took a gamble with the milk evaporating at a lower temperature, but the foreign substance in your product is now isolated from it!" The doctor beamed at the vial containing the Contessa's strange byproduct, feeling light-headed in her excitement. "Now I can start running more tests!"

She then turned to her subject, and smiled. She really is an interesting patient despite her rudeness, Scarlet mused, but if her tits and milk get me a promotion, that's fine by me. Although, she frowned, looking at her more closely, I can't deny that she has an absolutely stunning figure, and I'm a little envious. If it wasn't for the abnormalities, having a body like that wouldn't be so bad. Might've attracted a few more dates, if I were to be honest. Scarlet scoffed to herself. Men can be so shallow.

"Enjoying the view?" the Contessa said, pulling Scarlet out of her thoughts. "I don't mind. I encourage it, in fact!"

Scarlet blushed. "S-sorry," she stammered, "I got lost in thought for a second."

The Contessa chuckled. "I’m sure. You're not the first one to stare at my boobs, and you certainly won't be the last. Makes a girl feel attractive, you know?" She winked at Scarlet, only causing her blush to deepen.

Before the Contessa could continue teasing her further, a knock on the lab's entrance sounded out. Shortly after, another scientist poked their head inside.

"Scarlet?" the doctor said, "It's getting around closing hours. You should really think about shutting down for the day." He then glanced over at the Contessa. "You should also probably call the prison to get her taken back until tomorrow."

Scarlet scowled. "But I was just starting to get to the interesting parts!" She paused for a moment, and then regarded the scientist again. "Doctor Culture, tell you what; I've worked nights on my research before, and I'm not in the mood to put this project on hold just yet. I'll lock up and call the warden after I finish my work, okay?"

Doctor Culture rolled his eyes. "Again? This is the second time this week. Alright, I guess I'll let you close up again, but don't expect to get overtime pay for this—I expect payroll is going to have a word with you if you keep making excuses to keep working."

"It's fine, Cell. This won't be the first time I worked off the clock, either. See you tomorrow!" Soon after, he shut the door behind him, and the two women were once again alone in the lab.

"I guess it's just the two of us now, Miss Pinch," Scarlet said. "I don't need to worry about any more distractions tonight." She glanced down at the Contessa. Except for you, I guess.

The Contessa smiled. "Fine by me! It just gives us some more opportunity for some one-on-one time. We can always chat while you're working. Got anything you want to get off your chest?" she said, making her best attempt to jiggle her assets, despite the restraints.

Scarlet blinked, distracted for a brief moment by the Contessa's movement. "Uh, no. No, I'm fine. Thank you for offering, though." A light blush colored Scarlet's cheeks as she turned to resume her testing.

The Contessa sighed. "You know, lying here on this gurney isn't the most exciting past-time. You could at least indulge me. Tell me about yourself."

"What's there to tell?" Scarlet laughed, as she removed the vial of the foreign substance from the distiller. "Aside from living near a couple crime scenes from super-villains and the resulting fallout from them over the years, my childhood was pretty uneventful. No siblings. Both my parents were medical doctors, and wanted me to follow in their footsteps, and for a time, I did. It wasn't until a couple years into my college degree that I realized I was focusing more in my science classes than in the ones for medicine. A year later, I changed my major to Biology with a minor in Endocrinology, graduated, and was brought on here as an intern. A year after that I was hired full-time, and the rest is history.

"I haven't really gotten much further in my career after getting fully hired here, though. It's why recognition from any scientific journal would go a long way. Recognition from the superhero community would be nice, too, given that I’m studying you. But, unfortunately, opportunities are easier to find only when you can get your foot in the door." Scarlet eyed the Contessa once more, her gaze gravitating toward the subdued villain's twin peaks. "You definitely have had a different set of opportunities show up in your life, of course, Miss Pinch. Using your body to get ahead in life definitely sounds a lot easier than the life I've chosen for myself."

“As I’ve said before, my name is The Contessa, not Miss Pinch. Penny Pinch was a mousy high school student,” the villain said, before giving the doctor a quick smirk. "The Contessa, however, is a sultry baroness. Once I realized what my boobs could do, it was pretty simple for me to get what I wanted. As you've probably guessed, I can be quite persuasive when I use my chest. A girl who's confident with their body can get pretty far!" She looked at the working doctor, and tittered. "With a little work, you'd be quite the looker yourself. All you need is a little confidence. A bigger bust wouldn't hurt, either."

Scarlet stiffened as the Contessa's remark. "I-I'll keep that in mind. Thank you, I guess?"

The Contessa could only smile in response. "You're welcome, dear, and I would hope that you do."

“By the way,” The Contessa continued, “do you think you could put in a good word for me, once all this is over? After I got thrown back in jail, I was considering applying for parole. The prison’s treatment of me really sucks. After all, good behavior can go a long way, Miss Scarlet.”

“You? Parole?! Don’t make me laugh, Miss Pinch,” Scarlet said, eliciting yet another glare from the Contessa. “You’ve hardly been behaved the whole time you’ve been here. Besides, no one would even dream of letting you out early. Your abilities make you way too dangerous.”

“It was worth a shot,” the Contessa muttered.

Realizing that she was getting distracted by the Contessa, Scarlet tried doubly hard to remain focused on testing the mutagen she extracted. Brewing another coffee and adding two half-and-half creamers, she quickly and quietly resumed her work.

A few hours later, Scarlet was just finishing up the last of her findings from the mutagen sample she collected. A pleasant buzz filled her head after she finished her latest mug of coffee, sighing contentedly.

When she introduced the mutagenic substance into her control samples, Scarlet learned that it would have similar effects to the milk that it had when it was still present in the Contessa's own, leading Scarlet to perform all manner of tests on introducing the substance to various liquids: water, various store-bought dairy products, as well as breast milk from the Maretropolis Hospital donation. As time went on, the doctor couldn't help but keep thinking of new tests to run using the pink fluid. Now, with the substance she extracted all used up aside from a very small dose, she had exhausted all ideas she had with testing the milk itself.

Scarlet couldn't help but let out a little giggle as she cleaned off her desk to prepare for the next step of her research. Over time, she developed a smile she couldn't quite get rid of in her excitement and pursuit of knowledge. I learned as much as I could from Miss Pinch's milk, so now I just need some tissue from her boobs to start on the next step. Scarlet breathed deeply and let out a long sigh as she made her way over to the Contessa. It shouldn't be too hard, since they're so big.

Scarlet soon made her way over to the Contessa's gurney, grabbing a syringe on the way. "Okay, Miss Pinch, I need another sample from you, so I can start my next set of tests. I need a tissue sample from your boobs, so I'll need you to hold still while I collect it," Scarlet stated, lifting the flap to expose the Contessa's breasts once more. Upon doing so, Scarlet paused, gawking at the villainess’ mounds, which did not go unnoticed by the villainess.

"Is something the matter, dear?" the Contessa said, with a knowing smirk on her face. "You seem a little distracted."

Scarlet shook her head, but it didn't seem to dislodge a growing fog blanketing her mind. "N-Nothing. Everything's fine."

The Contessa hummed in response, but the smirk never left her face. "I'm not so sure, hon. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're starting to like staring at my boobs."

"... All that the pump is going to do is make my boobs sore...”

"... don't mind if you look at my boobs, dear..."

"... use their boobs on the job...”

"... Boobs..."

Scarlet's eyes glazed over for a brief moment at the utterance of the word, but she was quick to recover. However, the Contessa was quicker. "I'm glad that you’re finally beginning to appreciate them. Just as I hope you'll come to appreciate that they're filled with warm, sweet, succulent milk to drink."

"... what is that machine back there doing with my milk?...”

"... I have someone studying my milk and boobs ..."

"... why don't you take a breather and drink up?..."

"... Milk...Drink..."

Scarlet's eyes fogged over once more, and she began to drool slightly. "W-wh-how? I-I-I don't—"

"Shhshh, don't worry your pretty little head, Scarlet," the Contessa cooed, an evil grin adorning her face as her subliminal messages began to do their work. "Don't want to overwork yourself. Honey, I think you should stop for a moment and relax."

"... It’d be nice if you were a bit more relaxed around me, ...”

"... stay calm and relaxed about this...”

"... Have a nice, relaxing break, doctor?..."

"... Relax..."

As the Contessa said the next trigger word, Scarlet couldn't help but obey it, as the shocked tension rapidly left her body, the cloying fog in her head smothering her thoughts.

"That's good, Scarlet. Are you calm, and relaxed, dear?" Scarlet slowly nodded in response, further falling under her spell. "Very good! Now, I want you to listen very closely. I want you to clear your mind of thoughts for a while. As you do this, I want you to deeply breathe in, and exhale, becoming more relaxed each time. Can you do that for me?"

A moment later, Scarlet followed the Contessa's instructions, deeply breathing in and out, clearing her mind. After each breath, the doctor felt her mind become more and more overwhelmed with the light-headed, relaxing, giddy feeling that listening to the Contessa was giving her. She almost felt drunk.

"Good girl. Now, dear, I think it's time for your reward for being such a good listener. I want you to open your lips, come down to one of my boobs, and suck."

"... much attention to your work. It must suck...”

“... would’ve had a fancy way to suck it out...”

“... The prison’s treatment of me really sucks...”

"... Suck..."

Without a second thought, Scarlet dropped the syringe and bent over to the Contessa's breast, the medical instrument shattering as it made contact with the floor. Her mouth soon found one of the Contessa's very erect and leaking nipples, and the Contessa shot a stream of milk into her mouth as she made contact. Scarlet moaned at the taste, and did not need any further instruction from the villainess as she began to nurse with abandon.

"Ahhh, very good girl, Scarlet," the Contessa hissed, relishing in the sensation of the woman suckling her. "I was wondering when you'd finally cave. You may be a scientist, but unfortunately for you, you aren't a very observant one. You really should do better to keep abreast of your surroundings." The Contessa giggled, watching as the scientist sealed her fate.

As Scarlet fed, sighing and moaning as she did so, her rear and chest began displaying the telltale signs of their expansion, her clothing beginning to struggle with containing her growing assets. "I'll let you in on a little secret, Scarlet dear," the Contessa said. "In your study of me, you missed something: I don't know exactly how it works, but my milk—or, as you discovered, the chemical inside it—releases something as it hits the air. I'd guess pheromones of some sort, but I'm not the one with a college degree here."

Giggling at her jab, she continued. "It makes anyone who breathes in enough of it love the sound of my voice, and much easier to manipulate or hypnotize. I figured it out when I first starting learning about my abilities. I knew my milk could enslave people who drank it, but I didn't force everyone to nurse from me, of course. Due to how much I lactate, there was bound to be leakage from time to time, and some people who spent enough time around me or I exposed myself to started to get affected, much like you have. Which I very much appreciate!"

The Contessa continued. “In fact, the pheromones really came in handy when I tried to make the Power Ponies my slaves. They drank enough milk amongst each other that their breasts started producing them as well. After they all were far enough along in their transformations, Radiance followed the suggestions I gave her, and collected the fake therapy CD I made to bring back to her friends. The CD—with the help of the pheromones to keep them nice and open to my suggestions—worked like a charm! At least, until Mane-iac and Humdrum spoiled the fun.”

A button from Scarlet's blouse chose this moment to burst, making more room for her ever expanding cleavage. Additionally, small wet spots started to form as her breasts began their own production of tainted milk. As the Contessa regarded her latest victim, she noticed dampness under Scarlet's eyes, realizing she had cried at some point during her feeding.

The doctor started to snap out of her trance then, and tried to move away from the Contessa before her condition got worse. The Contessa, however, noticed this. "Scarlet dear, just relax, and suck. A good girl needs to drink her milk if she wants to get nice and big." She giggled, watching as Scarlet once again fell into a daze and resumed suckling away, as the doctor’s conservative outfit continued to lose its battle containing her rapidly transforming figure.

A few minutes later, the Contessa decided that the scientist was now suitably under her control, and moved on to her next course of action. "Scarlet?" The doctor hummed in affirmation, as she continued her feeding in a heavy daze, albeit at a slower pace than when she started. "Could you be a dear and undo these bindings? People would find us tomorrow if I stayed here. If you let me go, I could give you all the milk you could ever want."

Still very much out of it, Scarlet obeyed and loosened one of the straps as she slowly fed from the Contessa's teat. It didn't take much longer for the Contessa to finish freeing herself from her bindings and make her way off the bed, her nipple leaving the doctor's mouth with a wet pop as she moved to stand.

After stretching a bit due to lying on her back for several hours, the Contessa turned to regard the woman that had just freed her, getting a satisfied grin at seeing the state of her latest victim.

Scarlet's outfit was almost entirely destroyed at this point, as her new boobs and ass had finally torn through the materials containing them. Her heels and half-moon glasses had fallen off at some point during her feeding, each laying on the ground nearby, forgotten. Her pantyhose and panties had large patches of wetness across them, and not just from the milk. A thin streak of milk adorned the side of her mouth as a result of her enthusiastic feeding from earlier. Lastly, Scarlet was sighing and moaning periodically as she fondled her new leaking assets, slowly coming back to her senses as she lay there.

"Mmmm," Scarlet hummed as she woke up from her trance. "W-what? Where—"

"Welcome back, Miss Scarlet," the Contessa said, "and thank you! You weren't the most observant of scientists, so I managed to trick you into becoming my next slave. Isn’t that wonderful, dear?"

Scarlet gasped and looked down, noticing her new enhancements. "Oh. Oh crap." Scarlet tried to stand without much success, as her new unfamiliar proportions were throwing her off-balance. "S-stay back, don't hurt me!" she cried, panicked at the turn of events.

The Contessa scoffed. "As much as I'd like to—and I still might, later—I have more important things to do with my time. Such as stealing all your notes on me, for starters. I don't want anyone figuring out anything useful from what you've learned."

"What? No! You can't!" Scarlet blurted, finally finding her footing. "I won't let you!" Still a bit unsteady, she nevertheless ran toward the Contessa, who was well on her way to the office room where her precious data was being stored. Right before she reached the villainess, the Contessa turned around, causing Scarlet to run face-first into her cleavage.

Before the doctor could recover, the Contessa squirted a small amount of milk into Scarlet's face, causing her to moan and start licking at it. As she was distracted, the Contessa grabbed one of Scarlet's breasts and directed its nipple toward the doctor’s face, and squeezed it to send a stream into its owner's mouth. Scarlet moaned again around her nipple and sat on the ground, her eyes rolling back in her head and toes curling from the taste of her own milk.

"That ought to keep her occupied," the Contessa muttered, sneering in Scarlet's direction. She soon found her way to the computer terminal, and set on eliminating the evidence. "No password? Really?! What an amateur," the Contessa said, shocked at the doctor's carelessness. "Oh well! Less work for me!"

A few minutes later, the Contessa completed erasing all records of Scarlet's research from the computer, after creating a flash drive containing the only remaining copy. Grabbing one of the unused lab coats hanging in the office, she made her way out to collect the last loose end. Grabbing Scarlet’s pot of coffee from the brewer, she sauntered over to the main lab and systematically poured hot coffee on all the slides and samples, contaminating them.

"Alright, doctor, I think it's time we closed up shop, don't you?" Still preoccupied with nursing herself, she only managed a short hum in reply. "You're no Radiance, for sure, but you'll have to do for now. I'm sure I can find some use for an annoying scientist."

Grabbing her by the arm, the Contessa helped Scarlet find her footing, and then rifled through her soon-to-be slave's lab jacket for the keys. After finding them in short order, she began walking toward the exit, with Scarlet in tow.

As she opened the door the hall outside the lab to leave the Institute, she gave her new servant a last wayward glance, and smiled devilishly. "You know, maybe I should return the favor. After all, I could always run some experiments of my own."

Author's Note

So this was a story idea by [Name Redacted] that we worked on together. They ask their name to be left off, because they didn't want to be ah, publicly associated with this kind of story.

Unfortunately, we didn't get our all ducks in a row, so how The Contessa's powers work here are different from what was shown in "Less Common Superpower." Oh well. That's why we came to the conclusion that it was non-canon.

I have to admit I love the slow build up. I'm a sucker for the "slow build, then review of the things that happened" trope, and the way all of the Contessa's conditioning gets reviewed and reinforced near the end is just... perfect. I also like how the apparently restrained person is the one with the real power in this situation. :)

Additionally, I imagine The Contessa taking on Scarlet as a sidekick and going on many sexual villainous schemes.

EDIT: I put in a bunch of indentations. I don't usually give it much thought, but my collab partner insisted. :)