No, the public assigns you to milkmaid duties

(This is a smut chapter.)

You step outside the lab and find next to no one on the nighttime streets. There are only a few wayward men, perhaps returning home after a night at the bar, or a late work shift. A more populated area would be a problem, but there’s so few people that the odds of attracting anyone’s attention will be pretty low. You may be a bit messy, but you decide to simply hold your head high as you walk back to the Pokemon Center.

To the islanders’ credit, it takes about ten full seconds before someone harasses you. A man comes up behind you and slaps your tits from the bottom, causing them to pop out of your dress. You squeak and cover up, but your milk ends up leaking all over your arms as you fail to cover up much surface area of your swollen boobs. The man wraps an arm around your shoulders and asks, “Heyyyy little lady! How you doin’ this evening?”

Ugh, he’s drunk. As an empowered woman, you speak out against this unacceptable treatment. “Uh, p-p-please don’t touch my boobs like that…”

“What’re you sayin’? You’re a whore, right? Lemme see the goods!” You gasp as he pulls your arms to the side, exposing your milky tits to the night air. “God damn, those things are huge! You must have to get milked every day, huh?” Your face turns as red as a lobster. You’ve never been treated with much respect, but this is unbelievable! Do you really look like a prostitute just because your boobs are too big for your dress and you’re lactating everywhere?

You try to stutter out an objection, but he just ignores you and talks over it. “Guess you aren’t a whore after all, with how much of a prude you’re being. Real shame! People’d pay extra for the milk, you know. Bahahahaha!” He smacks your ass, making you jolt upright like a scared cat as he flippantly walks off. Geez… You’re not a prostitute…

You pull your dress back up and keep walking, but you only make it a block further before the next disruption. A man passing by suddenly tugs your dress down and locks his lips straight onto your squirting nipple. “Huh!? Sir, *AH* p-please let *OHH* go!” He refuses, of course, and instead squeezes your milkbags so he can enjoy your body like a free fountain drink. “Th-That’s not *AH* f-for you!” Mustering all your strength, you lightly hit his head with your palm, accomplishing nothing. As your spent and hypersensitive boobs get milked yet again, your pussy quickly starts dripping.

You’re so distracted by the sexual harassment, you don’t even notice a second harasser walking up to you. “Free drinks! Don’t mind if I do!” he declares, taking your other boob in his mouth and sucking your milk freely. You whine in frustration, pointlessly slapping your palms against their heads a few times before resigning yourself to the role of a free use milkmaid until the men have had their fill. The newcomer is a bit more handsy, though, and reaches behind you to roughly grope your ass. You moan erotically under the brazen touch of these strange, uncivilized men. Your voice unintentionally invites the first harasser to slip his hand under your dress and into your wet panties. He finds your soaking wet pussy, the tunnel still weak and sensitive from the perpetual milking machine. He slides his fingers inside, all the way to the knuckle, and starts fingering you even more roughly than a rental fuckgirl deserves. You dance on his fingers, gasping and panting between humiliating cries of pleasure. You wrap your arms around the two strangers to keep your balance on shaky legs while they suck down your milk and **** you however they please. After the day you spent at the research lab, even a couple of tactless creeps like this can take your pathetic body over the edge…!

“No stop you’re gonna *MAKE ME CUM!!!*” You overproduce more jets of milk for the mens’ enjoyment, bucking your hips against their firm hands all the while. Your pink panties end up a miserable mess with your own sex fluids as your pussy loses all muscle control, your legs soon to follow by going totally limp. The men slowly lower you to the ground, finally releasing your nipples in the first show of gentlemanliness you’ve seen all day. You sit out the tail end of your orgasm by sitting on the sidewalk with your tits out, squirting milk onto your dress and legs while the men stare down at you like an inner city slag they just got done working over.

“Damn, we milked her so hard she came like a slutty bitch!” one of the men insightfully remarks.

“With tits like those, how else were we gonna get all the milk out?” the other one brilliantly comments.

As the men walk off, they call back, “Thanks for the service, whore! Try not to waste too much milk on your way home.”

Balling your fists up, you shout back the only comeback you can think of. “I was already going to without you telling me!”

After gathering yourself, you make it to the home stretch. There’s no one in sight. Nobody else to take advantage of your swollen, leaky boobs. Suddenly, just one door away from the Pokemon Center, a man lunges out of a dark alley and grabs your wrist. “Hey. How much to suck and fuck you dry?” This again!?

“M-My boobs aren’t for sale! I’m not a whore!”

“Oh, come the fuck on,” the man groans, rolling his eyes emphatically. “Dressed like that? You’re practically asking for it!”

Those words make your heart quicken and your pupils dilate. Self-doubt grips your mind as you reflect on how many times you’ve heard this phrase lately. “N-No I’m not,” you meekly reply. He’s right, though. You’d never walk around like this in a crowd. You thought you could get away with it since there are so few people around, but that was foolish! A girl with her dressed stretched paper-thin over her big, lactating cow tits will only stick out like a sore thumb if there’s no one else around!

“Quit being coy and name your price,” the man growls.

“Th-There’s no price,” you answer, trapped in his grip like a deer in the headlights.

“Great! Then I get to fuck you for free!”

Your weak, tired body is pulled into the alleyway without even putting up a fight. “Nurse Joy! Hel- *mmph!*”

Your dress slides off of you like a flimsy wrapper, and you find a cock in your pussy before your eyes have even adjusted to the darkness. Positioned on the man’s lap, facing away from him, you bounce up and down on his steel pipe as he has his way with you like a useless street whore. He grabs both your porcelain milk jugs and squeezes with a strength completely different from Blaire or her machines. Your eyes roll back as you spray high-speed fountains of milk into the open night air. For the first time since you started lactating, it feels like your milk volume is going down instead of up. “That’s it, get it all out of there you fucking milk slut!”

The sense of release is euphoric on its own, but his huge dick is way more than your oversexed cunt can handle. With your sexual stamina already exhausted long ago, your body has **** but to skyrocket towards orgasm at the molester’s whims instead of your own. You get your whorish hole used in earnest until, from your stowed away position in the shadows, you spot the image of Nurse Joy. She stands directly in front of the alleyway, looking around in confusion. She must have heard you! You attempt to gather enough air in your lungs to call for help, but the man muffles you with a hand over your mouth. Oh god, he’s fucking you so hard now! That incredible cock is making your pussy clench with what meager energy it has left. Your whole tunnel is so terribly sensitive and he’s roughly massaging the entire thing with his hot, swollen cock! You don’t know if he’s that good or if you’re just that easy, but you’re already gonna cum…!

You squeal as your whole body is wracked by convulsions, but the man’s hand limits your voice to the confines of the alleyway. You shake through one of the most intense and **** orgasms of your life, wanting so badly to get Nurse Joy’s attention, only to watch her shrug and walk away like nothing important is happening. But there is something important happening! You’re being mistaken for a whore! And your body’s proving him right! All because you were asking for it!

Once Nurse Joy is a safe distance away, the man moves his hand and resumes squeezing the milk out of your pale pillows. You moan your poor little cow girl’s heart out, but nobody comes to save Cinnabar Island’s most idiotic livestock. You gush a truly humiliating amount of milk from your big, squeezable boobs, but the stranger never lets up. He pounds your pussy just as ruthlessly, causing you to roll from one orgasm into the next without any clear ending. You sense a glimmer of hope as you feel the man’s dick swell ominously, then hose down your womb with hot cum until it starts leaking from your weak, trembling nethers. But alas, you’ve been apprehended by a man with incredible sex drive. He just keeps fucking you as though nothing has changed except the number of men who’ve been able to leave their seed in your womanhood…

“Damn, these tits of yours are real milk jugs! They just don’t quit!” the man crudely observes.

“N-Neither *AH* does your cock!” you respond.

“Thanks, it’s a point of pride.” You didn’t mean it as a compliment!

The man keeps up his domination of your pussy long after you’ve given up the fight. With no other choice, you spend the night as an unwitting prostitute, hopping up and down on the cock of your first and most difficult client. You moan through several more orgasms, sparking pleasure in both your pussy and tits, as you grow more delirious…

Just like at the research lab, you end up face down on the floor, resting on your boobs amidst a puddle of milk. But this time, the puddle is smaller. As if it ever seemed possible, that vulgar man may have actually managed to fuck most of the milk out of you. You wanted to stop lactating, but not like this…

“What’d I tell you? Fucked and sucked dry, haha!” The man punctuates his victory cry by slapping your ass, making you let out a small squirt of girlcum. “See ya later, whore! Be quicker with your price next time, and maybe I’ll pay!”

“Okay…” you mumble before passing out unceremoniously.