Much later, back at the Terrordrome that was serving as the staging area for Cobra's jungle operations in that region, Baroness had checked herself into the medical bay after assuring Destro she would be all right. It had taken her a few minutes to lose the tail Destro had placed on her, but she was the best at her job for a reason.
She had chosen the chief Medi-Viper, Scalpel, to be the one to examine her. He generally went on missions with the Commander due to his skills as a doctor, being extraordinarily talented in almost every field of medicine. He lacked anything resembling mercy or bedside manner (which worked well for him when Dr. Mindbender requested his help), but he did have a survival instinct, so he knew when to be respectful.
She shivered as she sat, topless, in Scalpel's lab. Her breasts itched, and felt bloated. Ever since that damn temple, her boobs had been feeling strange. "You are lucky, doctor. Not many get the privilege to see my naked breasts," she said, sneering.
"Oh, believe me, I'm enjoying the show," Scalpel said, chuckling as she growled at him. "But let's get down to business. I know why your breasts feel off."
"And why is that?" Baroness demanded. Why were all doctors offices cold? Plus her nipples were starting to feel tingly.
"You're lactating. Heavily," Scalpel said. At Baroness's shocked look, he nodded. "I say heavily because your breasts are getting bigger."
"This... This cannot be possible," Baroness said. "I am not pregnant!" She hesitated, and asked, "Am I? Destro and I have talked about it, but we agreed that it wasn't the right time, that we should wait until things have calmed down... We've been active, but we've been careful..."
Scalpel shook his head. "That was the first thing I checked for, and no, you don't have a little metalhead on the way," he said, ignoring Baroness's glare. "I'm a little stumped, as there are few triggers that could cause this much lactation in such a short time. What happened today? Why are we even at this Terrordrome? What did the Commander want in this jungle?"
Baroness scowled, slumping a little, wincing as her heavy breasts jiggled. She tried to tell herself that it was her imagination that they were getting larger as she watched them. "...Cobra Commander had heard legends of a magical device which could make cookies at will. One with apparently catastrophic potential. He wants to use it to take over the world."
"Sounds zany enough for the Commander. He's the only one I know who'd try to turn cookies into a doomsday device. But I'm guessing there's more to it," Scalpel said.
"The device was in a temple," Baroness said. "Filled with busts of gods I'd never heard of. The magic was definitely real, because the statues LOOKED at the Commander as he ranted. One of them, a cow-headed goddess named Mokalsium... I swear it was looking at me as we left..."
Scalpel blinked. "A cow-headed goddess... named Mokalsium." He looked down at his charts for a moment, looking at Baroness's biometrics. "A Mother spirit, I'm guessing?"
"That's how the Commander described her. Why?" Baroness asked.
"Say that name slowly. Separate the first syllable from the rest of the name," Scalpel suggested.
Baroness frowned. "Mo kalsium," she said. "I don't see how... wait-" She then realized the pun in the name. "MORE CALCIUM?!"
"Yeah, I think Mokalsium may have given you a bit of a blessing," Scalpel said. "And possibly more. Looking at your biometrics, I can tell that your reproductive system is in VERY fine shape, your ovaries producing eggs by the cartonload. You may also find yourself becoming more easily aroused. And... uh... well, have you heard of the concept of avatars?"
"..." Baroness's heart was racing. She did NOT like where this was going. "Where someone channels the spirit and form of a mythological being, yes. You are suggesting that I may have been chosen as Mokalsium's avatar?"
"I'd start checking your head for horn growths," Scalpel said, trying to hide his growing amusement. "And, I know this seems indelicate, but I REALLY suggest you start milking yourself."
"HOW!?" Baroness demanded, suddenly very aware of how jiggly and large her breasts were.
"There are breast pumps," Scalpel said. "I have them in stock for mothers at all our bases. In addition, you could just stand over the sink and squeeze your boobs like an udder." He dodged the medical tool Baroness threw at him. "As for Destro... whether or not you tell him is up to you. I'm not a romantic in the slightest, but I'd think he'd prefer to know BEFORE his beloved starts mooing."
"MOOING!?" Baroness shrieked.
"Cow-headed goddess. Plus your currently milky funbags," Scalpel said, leaning up against a wall.
Baroness staggered, clutching her head in confusion and fear. She shook her head angrily, getting dressed and punching Scalpel in the shoulder as she stormed out. She ignored the doctor's mocking call of "You're welcome!" She didn't bother threatening him to stay quiet, as that survival instinct of his would make him fold at the slightest hint of torture. She REALLY didn't want to tell this to Destro, as it was both embarrassing and frightening, but she knew he'd find out eventually. She was scared. She felt helpless, powerless. These feelings made her MAD. And she knew who's fault it was.
"Cobra Commander..." she snarled, ignoring everyone she came across.
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