Whitney woke up in her bed, however, she felt different. She lifted up her covers and screamed when she found that she had an udder. She tried to remember what had happened. She remembered an odd woman with a strange Pokéball, and that the woman had thrown it at Whitney and her Miltank. That was all she could remember, until another memory hit her. "Oh, crap! I'm going to be late for my battle with Ash!" She didn't have time to concern herself with her udder, and in fact, she kind of liked it. She had cereal, using milk from her new udder. She looked over at her nightstand, and saw a bottle with a narrow top and a wide bottom, with a note attached. The note read, "If you should find that you're hungry, use this, trust me; it's very useful T." Whitney didn't know what to think of it. She decided that it could come in handy, so she put it in her pocket and went to the kitchen. She went to her cupboard and grabbed a box of cereal and a bowl. She then got a spoon out of a drawer and went to her refrigerator. She was disappointed to find that there was no milk, then she realized that she could now produce milk. She poured her cereal and brought the bowl to her udder; she gingerly pulled on one of her teats, and covered her cereal with milk. She was amazed at how much she loved the taste of her milk. When she had finished breakfast, she walked to her gym, wore sweatpants and an extra-large T-shirt to conceal her udder.
When she reached the gym, she thought of something, based on how loud the growling from her stomach was, she figured that she had four stomachs to feed. So, she guessed if she could somehow produce more milk, she'd get a delicious meal, as well as get her stomachs to stop growling. She then had an idea. "Hey, there are three people coming. I wonder how they'd go with milk
Ash burst into the building. "Heyya, Whitney! How'ya doin'?" Misty and Brock soon followed. "So, are ya' ready for our battle?"
"Almost, Ash. First, I need Brock's help." Whitney explained.
Brock looked up. "You need my help?"
"Yeah, I was hoping I could get your help as a Pokémon Breeder. Could you come with me, alone? See, my Miltank isn't feeling well, and I'm afraid that if too many people see her, she'll feel crowed and get upset."
"Well, I'd be happy to come with you! (She wants to be alone with me! Yes! Finally, a woman who shares my burning passion!)" Brock followed Whitney to the back room. "I'll see you guys in a little bit!"
"Oh, great, just what we need Brock alone with a woman." Misty said, exasperated.
"What do ya mean, Misty?" Ash asked.
"Isn't it obvious? He's going to try to flatter her, and without me to hold him back, he won't stop bothering her until she agrees to go out with him." Misty explained.
In the back room, Brock was a little confused. "Whitney, where's you Miltank? And why did you close the door? Unless
(Whoa! She's moving faster than I do! This is too good to be true!)"
"Well, Brock, you see, it appears that Miltank and I were fused together. See?" She showed Brock her udder.
Brock nearly fainted. "Uh
Maybe if you went to the Pokémon Center
"What? How would Nurse Joy know how to handle this? Besides, nobody can know about this! I'm a freak! This has to remain as secretive as possible." Whitney shouted.
"Then, why did you show me?" Brock asked.
"Oh, that's simple: because you're not going to be seeing anything ever again." Whitney said as she licked her lips.
"I'm just going to let myself out, now
" Brock said, as he slowly backed towards the door.
"Hold it!" Whitney said. When Brock Turned to flee, she reached into her pocket and, without thinking, pulled out the bottle, opened it, and swung the open end of it at Brock. It splashed onto him, and within seconds, Brock started to shrink. He stopped shrinking when he was two inches tall. Whitney picked him up, wondering what to do. Then she had an idea. She smiled evilly. She brought Brock down to her udder, then stuffed him into one of her teats. She almost immediately felt her body start to convert the screaming Pokémon breeder into milk. "Now for the other two." She said, as she covered up her udder.
Whitney walked out of the room, stopping herself form giggling, as Brock's struggling tickled. "Okay, Ash, ready for a battle?" She asked with a smile.
"Sure. Hey, what happened to Brock?" Ash asked.
"Oh, He's taking care of my Miltank. He said that it'd take a while to fix her up, so we should start our battle, now." Whitney explained.
"Oh, okay." Ash replied.
Misty's Psyduck popped out of its Pokéball. "Psyduck, get back here!" Misty yelled, as her Pokémon waddled out of the gym. "Ash, I'll be back as soon as I can. Go ahead and start that battle!" Misty said as she ran after her witless Pokémon.
"If you say so." Ash replied. "Alright, Pikachu, are you ready?" He asked.
"Pika Pi!" Ash's companion replied, as he leaped from Ash's shoulder, and onto the arena.
"Perfect." Whitney said, as she whipped out her bottle again. She swung it with such force that nearly half of the bottle's contents flew out. A decent amount hit Pikachu, and a drop hit Ash.
"Hey, what was that for?!" Ash shouted, unaware that he was starting to shrink.
"Sorry, Ash, It's nothing personal; I'm just really hungry." Whitney explained.
"What are ya talkin' about?"Ash demanded. By this point, Ash was an inch and a half tall, and Pikachu was half an inch tall.
Whitney walked over to the two of them. She picked up Pikachu and put him in the teat below Brock's prison, and she put Ash in the teat next to Pikachu. She then quickly covered up her udder, and took a seat. She giggled as her three prisoners struggled for their lives. Ten minutes later, Misty came back. She found Whitney drinking milk from a glass bottle.
"What happened to Ash?" Misty asked.
"*Urp!* Oh, he lost, so he ran to the Pokémon Center to get his team healed, Brock went with him to get some supplies to help Miltank
Hey, would you like a glass of milk?" Whitney asked with a grin.
"Well, I am kinda thirsty." Misty replied.
"Here you go." Whitney said as she pulled a bottle of milk from her bag. She handed it to Misty, then went back to drinking.
Misty took a swig from the glass. "Wow! This is the best milk I'm ever tasted! How'd you get it to tast so good?"
"Well, you see, It's all about what goes into your milk-maker." Whitney said with a smile.
As Misty left to go to the Pokémon Center, Whitney thought to herself, "Huh
She's going to be back, once she finds out that her friends aren't there
I wonder what flavor she'll be?" Whitney turned around to find another bottle identical to the one she had found on her nightstand. "I guess whoever did this to me wants to make it up to me. And it's sure working." With that, Whitney picked up the bottle, and debated on whether or not she should make a more human or Pokémon-flavored milk next.