[Hypnosis, Futanari]

"E-Ehehe... M-Misty! I challenge you!"

Sitting on the edge of a fence near the outskirts of Cerulean City was the Gym Leader, Misty. And she honestly just wanted a bit of peace and quiet ever since she had started to try and get together with a couple of hot guys. Every time she tried to be intimate with them at her favorite spot, somebody would end up ruining the moment. Whether it was a normal young man, or somebody as extravagant as the goth-like Hex Maniac in front of her.

"Don't you know that you can't challenge me when I'm not in my Gym? Or are there different rules where you come from?" Misty said as she stretched a bit and let her tits bounce a bit against her top. It had been a long time since she wore this outfit, but she felt that if she had catch some of the younger crowd, she needed to go all out. Otherwise those sluts from Hoeen might just outpace her.

The Hex Maniac, who had even fatter tits than the ones that Misty were trying to show off, blinked a bit as she blushed. "Y-yeah. I-I just... L-Look, t-there's somebody that's been after me, and I don't want them to watch me in the Gym. I don't know what'll happen if they try something in there!" She definitely sounded nervous when she spoke. And not the normal kind of nervous where it was just the natural temperament of somebody like her.

"You're being followed?" Misty said as she slowly got off the fence, walking past the purple-haired Hex Maniac. "I don't see anybody. What do they look like? Have you tried talking to the police?" She asked very sensible questions that anybody would be able to answer. And yet looking at the Hex Maniac... She had a feeling she wouldn't be getting a straight answer out of her.

"T-That's the thing, Misty! Every time I try to tell the police, that girl just keeps showing up. A-and she's got a brand new bottle of Moomoo Milk with her, except its not Moomoo Milk! It's their Milk! She keeps turning people into Miltanks, and she started getting the idea because she tasted mine! P-Please, just let me get the badge so I can get out of here and find a place to hide before she finds me again!" The Hex Maniac rambled on and on, with her dress getting quite a bit wet as she started panicking. That silly thing...

Now the Gym Leader couldn't help but feel weirded out. This was... What exactly were they dealing with? And for that matter, why was the Hex Maniac selling her own Milk!? Okay, no, she had to start from the beginning, otherwise she'd just end up getting lost in the muck of this entire situation. "Roll it back. Can you take it from the top and explain who's following you?"

"How about we just cut to the chase and skip the middleman? You've kept my Miltank nice and busy, Misty!"

The Hex Maniac trembled and yelped as she heard the voice speaking, unable to do much except squirm on the spot as Misty looked over the fat-tittied girl's shoulder. And she laid her eyes on somebody that she swore she had seen before. That Hoenn girl... May, was it?

"May? You started drinking Moomoo Milk? Or is this girl full of herself due to drinking her own Milk?" Honestly, she trusted the bandana-clad girl a bit more. She had won against her before, so it wasn't like she was going to cause a lot of trouble.

May giggled as she got a bit closer. All while the tent in her spats became more and more obvious. "Mmmph... She's riiiight. I've been real busy after she gave me a taste of that Moomoo Milk..." She licked her lips as a bit of drool poured down her chin, while the tip of her tented spats grew nice and slick. "You know, you should have a taste too. You'd love it, Misty!"

Okay. Yeah. She had to admit, the Hex Maniac was right. Did that Milk give her that cock, or was that something she always had? Whatever was the case, she was definitely dangerous. She had to do something, maybe running away with the Hex Maniac was a good idea. Maybe just-

Before Misty had a chance to do much of anything, the Hex Maniac forcibly grabbed her, the goth-like girl trembling as her dress grew more and more wet near the chest. "Let go of me! Didn't you say that you wanted to get away from her?! Or was this all one big trap, just so May could get more Milk!?" The Gym Leader shouted, struggling against the surprisingly strong grip of that bitch from Kalos...

"I-I can't resist her command, M-Misty..." The Hex Maniac gasped as she pulled up her dress to reveal her incredibly fat titties, and the cow-print bikini that she wore underneath it. The absolutely soaked bikini that was impossible to ignore, if you weren't looking towards the Pokeball-shaped print on the side of her tit. "S-She's made me hers! M-May's fuckpet Miltank..!"

May laughed at the sight of her trained Hex Miltank. Her favorite fuckpet. She just wanted to ram straight into her right here and now, but there was no point in rushing. She had to do this the right way. That's what she always did.

"If you think I'll be like her, you're mistaken! You can't just take out a Gym Leader with nothing but a fat-tittied would-be-Miltank!" Misty shouted as she managed to shove the strong Hex Maniac off her, her eyes focused on the Hoenn girl just to make sure that she wouldn't try anything. If she did, she could at least tackle her to the ground and finish her off that way. Then she could get the cops, and... and...

May smiled as she slowly swung a simple coin in front of the Gym Leader's face. The coin that she had picked off that nice Hypno that taught her how to use a cock. Now that she was all sorts of horny, she had gotten a lot of good use out of it. "Just look at the nice coin, Miltank. You too, Miltank!" She didn't really think that the two Miltanks were any different. Her cock being so terribly erect within her spats didn't help things either. She typically just thought with her cock and left the rest of the work to the coin.

Both Misty and the Miltank Maniac looked straight at the coin that was being swung in front of them. Their bodies slowly slumping over as they lost control of themselves. It felt really nice to see it swing back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth...

"You both feel so heavy with those big tits, don't you? Then just let them free and let them weigh down everything that's not important. That's how you end up being good Miltanks that don't need to think. Just let it aaaaallll go down into your big titties. Down... down... down..."

May's command was simple enough for two idiotic Miltanks to understand. Especially as Misty grew less and less aware of the fact that she was still human. She just liked the sound of the nice lady's voice. And the smell of something nice and thick in the air. The smell, combined with the coin, was making it really hard to think....

As both of the two Miltanks listened to the owner of the coin, their bodies obeyed the words that they heard. Little by little, their already heavy breasts started to grow heavier and heavier. Dragging down their thoughts. Their knowledge of being human. Their knowledge of the world itself. They didn't need that stuff, because thinking wasn't what Miltanks did. Miltanks were nice and docile and easy to milk.

Mmmph... Milk... That's it, they needed to get rid of that heavy stuff in their breasts with their hands. They needed to grab ahold of their fat nipples and slowly started to jerk them. Feeling the milk that was coming out bit by bit. It was really nice feeling the warm and heavy stuff dribble free from their nipples. Maybe if they jerked them a bit more, then... then..!

Both Miltanks let out a powerful moo as their nipples suddenly squirted a bunch of milk, the ground turning nice and white as it soaked into the dirt below. All while their minds drained straight into their tits, making it harder and harder for Miltanks like them to think that they were human. They weren't something as silly as that. They were Miltanks. And while the Miltank Maniac had a Trainer...

May grinned as she held her cock up to the Miltank Leader's lips. "Suck it." She said as a bit of cum drooled out of her spats. She didn't care that there was a bunch of fabric in the way. She wanted her brand new Miltank to suck her off!

As Misty heard that command, her eyes pinged and her irises rattled back and forth like they were Pokeballs. Once. Twice. Thrice. Then they stopped, and 'GET' appeared brightly in her eyes, the same sort of Pokeball mark appearing on her tit as she was officially caught by her Trainer.

The new Miltank, whose mind was now little more than the milk drooling out of her nipples, quickly latched onto the cock in front of her. It was big. It was thick. It belonged to her Trainer. Of course she'd suck on it with the intensity of a vacuum. That was what she was born for! To service her Trainer!

Her fellow Miltank was more than happy to help her, pushing up against her while she was busy sucking away at that cock to give her Trainer's balls the same kind of attention. All while her hands were still busy playing with her tits, milking herself as she slurped up the pheromones from her Trainer's sack.

May licked her lips as she looked down at them. But she wasn't really looking at them. She wasn't looking at her conquests. Nor was she focusing on how wonderful her cock felt. No, she was focusing on the coin in front of her face.

It was floating there with psychic power. Psychic power that had originally turned her into this fuck-happy futanari. And she knew what happened once she saw that coin swinging back and forth.

Obeying the commands that had been burned into her brain, May grabbed ahold of her tits and started to twist her nipples, letting out a powerful moo as milk started to pour forth from both of them. It felt so good to give into her inner Miltank. Because she had been shown that she wasn't a human. She was a Miltank that lived to breed like a Tauros!

But when she was done trying to 'breed', it was time to return to normal. And in the process, her tits exploded out from her top. The same Pokeball-shaped mark appeared on the inner side of her tit as she started to milk herself, much of her pent up milk splattering out almost immediately.

It felt so good to give into her inner need. It felt so good. As a good Miltank, she didn't need to think. She just needed to make lots and lots of milk for her Master. And if that Master was a Pokemon, then that was okay. She was a Pokemon too. A big stupid Pokemon who just wanted to shoot out milk above and below.

Something that she certainly did, as milk shot out with the intensity of an orgasm, right as she started to cum straight into her latest Miltank's mouth. And like the idiot that she was, she just kept thrusting as she made a big mess on top of her two Miltanks. It felt too good to do anything else.

The three Miltanks would continue this lewd display until somebody tried to stop them. But if it wasn't their Master... They would join them as another Miltank, endlessly lactating their smarts out of their tits.

Just like the good Miltanks that they all were…