The squad entered the lab and the curious soldiers inspected closely what they found. Phil lead them to a large reinforced glass container holding one of the paralysed alien samples. He approached the dark amazon and said, "Sergeant, could you ask one of your girls to subject this sample to some human milk?"
"Certainly, Doctor. She turned around and yelled, "Soldiers! You heard the Doc! Any volunteers?"
All hands shot up.
"Hale! Off with your top, drench this monster in your boob juice!"
The blue eyed brunette sporting a light tan got moving.
"Yes, Ma'am!"
Without flinching the young woman popped open her uniform and let her large, tanned breasts spill out in the open. Phil quickly opened a lid and motioned her to squirt some milk on the alien. Holly leaned over the edge, pushing her massive breast into the gap. Her hands wrapped around her soft flesh, and with some quick moves she expressed a few droplets of milk, carefully aiming at the alien skin below.
All hell broke loose. Phil kicked the lid close again, trapping Holly's dangling breasts in the container. The soldier panicked as she watched the alien specimen violently jerking about, the restraints holding it down screeching under stress. The soldier tried desperately to yank her tit out of the trap, pulling frantically at her own flesh. More and more milk was spraying down on the sample, causing the alien to thrash furiously. Finally Holly's breast popped through and the lid shut close again.
"Ouchie, that was unexpected!" howled the shaking soldier as she caressed her hurting bosom.
"Sorry, I panicked a bit I guess," the Doctor apologized, "But what a success! I think we have just discovered our secret weapon!"
"Wow, look at this thing," gasped Vicky, "Its skin is practically melting away! The milk acts like acid on his body! Unbelievable! Let's fill barrels with our milk and ship them to the front so our troops can finally beat them!"
"Hold the horses, Wright. First we need to do some more tests. But you're right, we should start stocking up on some milk. Can you you prepare a couple of containers with your produce? We'll do some further testing in a few hours. I have some work to do until then."
"Certainly, Sir. We'll fill those tanks in a heartbeat. Soldiers? Milking time!"
The squad quickly assembled some buckets in the conference room. Only moments later the now topless soldiers had their massive tits dangling over all sorts of containers and efficiently expressed milk from their bodies. The sound of fluid hitting metal filled the room, and the air soon smelled of sweet milk.
Meanwhile Phil was studying Won's vital signs once again. He was convinced that some clue was hidden in all that data and he was not planning to give up until he found something.
The Doc looked at the records closely, analyzed each value meticulously. He could see how Won's pulse had exploded during the attack, how her adrenaline level went through the roof. But even before that, her values were striking. He fed his computer with some data, ran some tests in search for a pattern.
He was searching for hours, diving deep into Won's dataset, running countless simulations on the data. But what he found just didn't make any sense. Frustrated, he launched a full analysis, annoyed that it would take at least a day until he got any results. He wandered around the lab, looking for the girls as he bumped into Vicky who had just finished stowing some containers in the fridge.
"We're done here. Our girls have been thoroughly drained."
"Good, then get your squad some coffee. Half an hour break."
