The Moomoo Farm's Barn

You groggily open your eyes to reveal a dim light that nonetheless takes your eyes a little while to get used to. You've never teleported before, but you know it can have side effects the first few times, so you're not surprised you passed out. You realise you still can't move your limbs, but it's no longer from Natu's psychic abilities; your head and hands are locked in a wooden pillory while your ankles are manacled together, forcing you to stand in place, bent over. A chill runs down your spine as you take in the horror of your situation and realise you've been stripped down to your white bra and panties, your clothes discarded a short distance away from you. As your eyes adjust to the light, you see a female figure in front of you; Nelson is nowhere to be seen.

"Oh, thank Arceus!" you exclaim; this girl must be here to save you. "Where is that bastard, did he get away?" you ask.

The other girl giggles. "I think someone's a little confused. Don't you recognise me?" Her voice does seem familiar, and as your eyes fully acclimatize to the light, your heart sinks as you recognise Whitney, the Goldenrod gym leader and Nelson's apparent co-conspirator.

(Art, if it shows up, by Combusken3012 on DeviantArt)

The pink-haired brat's exaggerated smile turns to a pout at your reaction to seeing her. "Aw, you're not happy to be seeing me again? You seemed to like me enough back when you fucked my ass dry with that strap-on."

"I-I'm sorry!" you plead, knowing that the gym leader might be your only chance of escaping whatever fate Nelson has planned for you. A part of you is truly sorry for it as well; you know your temper had got the better of you that day, and it hadn't been fair to put Whitney through such a ruthless punishment. "I should never have done those things to you. I'll... I'll do anything you want if you just let me out of here!"

"Um... let me think about that," Whitney says. "It might take some time, 'cause I'm a stupid airheaded bimbo slut. That's what you called me, right?"

You curse yourself inwardly, while also cursing Whitney. Yes, you probably had called her all those names, and yes you felt a little bad about it, but it was nothing new for the forfeit system. Whitney has zero chance of surviving another year as a gym leader if she takes every rough sex session so personally. You don't say any of this, though. Instead, you offer more apologies, that Whitney looks to be seriously considering.

It's all an act, however. "Ok, I've thought about it," she grins, "and the answer's no." She turns and walks to the door of the dim room, and opens it up, allowing sunlight to flood in. "Nelson!" Whitney calls, with a hateful amount of glee in her voice. "She's awake!"

As your eyes again struggle to adjust to the change in light, you realise you know where you are: the barn of the Moomoo Farm, where their Miltank had been previously. Nelson enters, grinning alongside Whitney as the two survey your captive, barely-covered form, and you glare back at the man in response. "So this is your great plan to get **** for your family, is it?" you ask through gritted teeth. "Turning their farm into some sick sex dungeon?"

"Not quite," Nelson replies, looking for something in the pocket of his jeans. "I fully intend to turn the Moomoo Farm back into a functioning business again and turn my family's lives around. That would be true justice, don't you think?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" you snap, before your eyes widen as you see what Nelson has retrieved from his pocket: a syringe, tipped with a sharp needle. "H-HEY!" you cry out, your defiance giving way to fear. "What the fuck is that?! Y-you're... gonna inject me with **** or some shit?!"

Nelson shakes his head. "Again, not quite," he says, before stepping towards you and grabbing one of your hands, looking to find a vein in order to inject you.

"N-NO!" you scream, and try to recoil away, but the pillory holds you in place and prevents any movement, and you feel a short, sharp pain as the needle is pressed into your skin, whatever chemical is inside the syringe flowing into your bloodstream. As Nelson pulls the needle out of you, you immediately start to feel lightheaded. "Wh-what...?" Your words sound odd to you, like they're being said by someone else. You feel like your brain is swimming through fog, and your body is starting to feel unusual, too; your breasts in particular are aching, a bizarre pressure building inside them. "Wh-what the fuck... what did you inject me with...?" you ask, your speech slurring a little.

"D...N...A!" Whitney beams, doing an obnoxious pose for each letter like she's a high school cheerleader. "From a very special source: my beloved Miltank! Do you remember how much fun you two had in our battle?"

"Wh-what...?" Your mind desperately battles through its current hazy state to process the information that's just been given to you. What Whitney said made it sound like you'd been injected with DNA from a pokémon, but... that couldn't be... could it? "What the fuck?!" You'd have screamed the words out if you could, but the effect that the chemical- no, the DNA is having on your brain is making it difficult enough to speak coherently, let alone give this insane revelation the loud, terrified reaction it deserves. "Y-you put... Miltank DNA into me?! What... why?! How?!"

"I made a lot of connections during my time at the radio tower," says Nelson, moving behind you so he's disconcertingly out of your limited field of vision. "A couple of them were from a particular organization... you've heard of Team Rocket before, yes?" You scowl in response, despite him not being able to see your face. "Their scientists have developed a method for extracting pokémon DNA and transferring it to humans, and have refined the process in order to yield some very... specific effects."

You open your mouth to respond, but instead let out a low groan as the pain in your boobs starts to increase. They feel like they're filling up somehow, and the soporific effect the injection has had on your muscles means that supporting the weight of your tits feels a lot more of a burden, as if they're becoming heavier than they had been previously. No... wait. It doesn't just feel like they're becoming heavier... they are becoming heavier. You gasp in horror as you feel your bra start to stretch as your breasts impossibly start to grow larger and larger. "A-ahhh...!" you cry out, the agony becoming harder and harder to bear as they continue to swell in size. "What... what's happening... What's happening to my breasts?!"

Whitney giggles insufferably. "Didn't you hear Nelson earlier?" she grins. "He wants to make Moomoo Farm successful again! I do too; I loved coming to the farm with my friends and drinking the Moomoo Milk from here! But for milk you need a Miltank, and that's where you come in!"

The meaning behind her words only fully hits you when Nelson reappears in front of you, holding suction cups attached to long transparent tubes. "N-no way!!" you cry, before letting out a wail of pain as your boobs continue to expand more and more, the pain increasing at the same pace. Your bra strap finally gives out despite its best efforts, and snaps, allowing the undergarment to fall to the ground and reveal your rapidly swelling tits and engorged nipples. They finally stop growing; they're big enough now for you to be able to see them even in your restrained position, and they feel about three times heavier than they were originally. The pain is still agonising, and you whimper in protest as Nelson bends down and attaches the suction cups to your breasts. "This... this can't be happening...!" you gasp breathlessly.

"Oh, but it is," Nelson smiles cruelly. "From now on, Kris, you're the Moomoo Farm's new dairy cow. And your milk is going to make me and my family a lot of money."

You hear him flick a switch, and the milking tubes whir into life, the suction cups beginning to pull and squeeze on your now-massive boobs. "NOOOOO~!" you moan as you see thick, white milk beginning to leak out of your swollen nipples and into the tubes, and suddenly all the pain is turning into pleasure, the feeling of release from squirting out the creamy liquid overwhelming you. Your tits are so full, and letting just a little bit of milk out of them feels indescribably good. And it doesn't stop, the milking apparatus building in intensity as more and more thick fluid is extracted from your new udders.

"It's working!" cheers Whitney as she watches the milk, your milk, running along the tubes to be collected in a large bucket that you only just now notice is positioned at the back of the barn. "Moomoo Farm is back in business!" She runs over to the bucket and removes one of the tubes, bringing it up to her mouth and allowing some of the liquid to slip inside. "Mmm~!" she grins as she swallows it eagerly. "Kris's milk is delicious! The customers won't have a clue it doesn't come from a Miltank!"

"N-nooo...!" you whine, the utter humiliation you feel only being surpassed by the incredible pleasure you're feeling, your cunt starting to leak juices into your panties almost as quickly as your breasts are leaking milk. "Nooo~!" You're not a dairy cow, you're not a Miltank, you're a pokémon trainer, a good one; you were going to be the champion! But... "Yessss~!" you moan, your pussy twitching and secreting more nectar as ecstasy spreads from your boobs through your entire body. "So... goooooood!"

You can feel an orgasm building; you know this horrific situation shouldn't be turning you on, but you somehow know that if you can just cum, everything will be ok. You just need something to push you over that edge, and with your hands restrained you don't have many options for stimulation. You stare up at Nelson, your eyes **** and pleading. "Fuck me," you beg of your captor, the man who trapped you in this barn and injected you with pokémon DNA and turned you from a skilled and confident trainer into a slutty human cow that was begging for cock while being milked. "Please... fuck me...!"

Whitney looks at Nelson and he shrugs. "Why not, since she's asking for it so nicely?" he smirks. "Knocking her up can only help the milk production process, right?" The gym leader grins as Nelson unzips his jeans, allowing his already-erect seven-inch cock to spring free.

The thought of being impregnated by this man only unsettles you for a split second, before he's standing behind you and ripping off your panties, allowing him to plunge his dick into your eager snatch. "FUUUUUCK YESSSSS~!" you squeal, the penetration alone enough to trigger a mind-blowing climax and purge all other thoughts from your mind, your cunt clamping down on his thick member and coating his shaft in girlcum. Your orgasm seems to trigger a torrent of milk to gush out of your tits, surging through the tubes as the suction cups continue to squeeze your breasts to encourage more of the liquid to flow. The milk production is only increased as Nelson begins to thrust in and out of your spasming pussy, each movement of his cock inside your tunnel feeling ten times better due to you still being very much in the throes of your climax.

"Fuck..." Whitney moans, and you see that she's got a hand down her shorts, touching herself to the sight of your incredibly erotic predicament. "I need to get in on this!" In the blink of an eye she's torn off her shorts and top, and her pink bra and thong don't last much longer, the gym leader's perky boobs and wet slit fully exposed to you. She approaches you and positions her crotch in front of your face, and you immediately know what she wants. You're eager to oblige, moaning into her cunt as you begin to lick at her folds, Nelson pounding a second orgasm out of you as Whitney sighs in pleasure at the attention of your skilled, greedy tongue, milk flowing out of your tits at such a rate that you're surprised the milking equipment can handle it.

You cum at least another three times before your captors reach their limit, your mind a complete mess as you feel Nelson unload his hot, thick semen into your unprotected womb while Whitney squirts her girlcum all over your face, allowing you to greedily lap up the sweet-tasting nectar. "M-moooo~~!" you moan as Nelson's cum shooting into your pussy sending you over the edge yet again. "Mooooo~!" You're genuinely not sure if the noises you're making are a result of the Miltank DNA or just how hot it feels to accept your role as a breeding and dairy animal, your milk starting to overflow out of the bucket as the suction cups continue to extract as much of the creamy liquid as they can.

Nelson pulls his softening dick out of your snatch, and you whimper in protest, but he thankfully pushes a vibrating dildo inside you instead, allowing you to continue having mind-breaking orgasms for as long as you're being milked. Nelson walks around to stand in front of you, and takes Whitney's place in front of your face; you eagerly take his member into your mouth, cleaning off his seed and your girlcum. With that done, he and Whitney both get dressed, and smile down at you. "Well, Whitney has to get back to her gym and I've got to open up shop," Nelson says. "We should have enough milk for a while now, so I can let you go if you wan-"

"No!" you plead, desperately. "No, please, k-keep milking me~!"

Nelson laughs. "I was bluffing, but glad you know your place, cow."

"Moo~!" you reply, relieved beyond words that you'll get to keep cumming and being milked. Your old life as a trainer seems so unsatisfying compared to this existence.

"Enjoy your new life, slut," Whitney beams, and she and Nelson walk out of the barn together, Nelson making sure to replace the bucket on the way out with a barrel so as not to waste another drop of your delicious milk. That milk will be enjoyed by customers across the Johto region, a thought which makes you so happy you could cum again. And you do, of course.

"I'll come by to feed you later," says Nelson, waving to you over his shoulder. As the lights switch off and the barn door closes, leaving you in darkness with nothing but the buzzing of the vibrator in your pussy and the whirring of the milking apparatus for company, the door closes on your dreams of becoming a Pokémon Master, too.

But you don't care.

This is the only dream you'll ever need.