..."Lactation Control!" read the screen. "You can now alter the rate and volume of a target's breast milk production, as well as make minor changes to lactation-related sensations and the affected milk's properties! Other people you target gain immunity to this power for 10 minutes following exposure. Experience points are rewarded for increasing the rate or volume of milk production for a target! XP may also be given for other changes on a discretionary basis."
"The fuck?" asked Tara. "Why?"
As if anticipating Tara's objection, a new message appeared on-screen. "Please be aware that self-targeting to bypass a given power's time restrictions and rapidly gain experience points only works once per power, and precludes a contestant from choosing their new power upon leveling up."
Tara pouted. "Fine." She supposed a weird power was better than no power at all. What was more, that little bit about "discretionary basis" revealed yet another aspect about the game: someone, or something was judging her performance. Tara had no idea how that'd help in the long run, but for now she filed it away under "Potentially Useful Rules to Exploit".
A klaxon blared from the gun. Yet another message was displayed on the screen.
"There is at least 1 contestant within a half-mile radius of you."
Tara's heart raced. Somebody was closing in on her, and fast. She looked down at her beachball tits, mulling over her next course of action. It'd be stupid to target herself again and give herself another quick level-up, right? Even with her most recent change, she wouldn't be able to leave the bathroom without causing a scene. Spraying breast milk all over the place would be...counterproductive.
Tara cocked her head and pursed her lips. Admittedly, she didn't relish the thought of becoming a human dairy tanker, but then again, being two levels higher than her competition would doubtlessly be a major advantage, and one obscenely-busty freak with a firehose stream of breast milk leaking out of her would probably be just as conspicuous as a library full of people spontaneously lactating. She stared in quiet contemplation at her cleavage before snapping back to reality. There was no time to waste.
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