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The Lactation Contagion

For Paqu

By Draconicon

Being a humanoid Pokemon meant that there was every possibility of something mutating you further than you already had been. Considering that Arcanine had been a feral back when he'd been a Growlithe, and had been lucky enough to get an uplift with an enhanced Fire Stone, he knew that there were many things that could mess with his body and turn him into something else entirely. Most Pokemon that were lucky enough to experience an uplift knew that, too, which was why they stayed the hell away from most of the evolution stones out there.

However, when a meteorite fell into his yard, startling him out of his nap and sending most of his neighbors - feral and otherwise - running for the hills, Arcanine believed that it would be safe enough. After all, only Moon Stones fell from space, and they had a very limited number of Pokemon that they could affect.

Still, when he walked outside, he walked out with a big apron, a double layer of oven-mitts on each hand, and a blow-torch helmet. Considering how ridiculous he looked, he was kind of glad that his neighbors had run off. They'd have been laughing their heads off at the way he looked, no matter how justified the precautions were.

He walked over to the impact site, kneeling down just out of reach. The meteorite had already cooled quite a bit, and there was a crack along the side that told him that it was probably ready to fall apart. Arcanine reached out, poked it with one glove, and watched the edge of the meteorite shift.

"Alright...well...here goes..."

He leaned into it, and the top half of the meteorite came right off, the 'shell' that it formed falling to the side and rolling away. Inside, as far as he could tell through the view plate in the helmet, was something that shimmered a bit like a Moon Stone did.

Man, I could sell that for thousands...

It would definitely be a step up for the house, and it should be safe. Any residual screw-ball mutations should be blocked by the fact that he was the wrong type for it, and keeping it from making any skin contact. Arcanine reached down -

ZZZZZAP!

And no sooner had he made contact than it shoved him back, a current not that dissimilar from a Thundershock rippling through his body. He hit the ground, biting his lips, and immediately pulled back.

He ran back into the house, tossing the gloves to the side and taking off the helmet. He was just about to pull off the apron when he felt the shock hit him again, this time coming from inside his body.

"Nnnngh!"

Arcanine leaned forward, slumping against the back of his couch. He huffed and puffed, grimacing as the shock zapped against the insides of his pecs. It didn't hurt, but it felt like a painless cramp as his pectoral muscles felt like they were trying to dance. They flexed and squeezed and flexed and squeezed and -

"Hoooooly...mmmph...holy shit..."

He stared at his chest as two large bumps started to rise up from his chest. Gravity took hold, dragging them down as they had no support besides his shirt, and he slowly pulled one hand up to touch them. He grabbed for the one on the right -

"Ah!"

And gasped, pulling his hand back. That had felt...weird. Weird and good, at the same time.

"Oh, if this is what I think it is..."

Mutation was all too common for Pokemon. Humans called it evolution, but it was really just mutation. They changed all the time, though for most of them it was on a very minor level. Their muscles being stronger, their bodies being harder, or something along those lines. All those stats that humans went on about, how they grew, how they shifted, how they changed. Those were mild evolutions happening all the time.

Evolutions from one thing to another happened when enough of that was concentrated all at once. Stones made it happen instantly, but -

"Fuck..."

All the distraction he'd been giving himself about evolution went away as he stared at the boobs that were slowly growing out of his chest. He held his hands away, shaking his head as his fur and muscle slowly warped out into something softer, fleshier, and much more giving than his muscles had been. His nipples rose with them, slightly off-center at first, but soon sliding into the right position.

"Great...I've got boobs."

He shook his head as he watched them fatten up, their weight already putting a drag on his shoulders and his back. Arcanine shook his head, sitting down on the couch and reaching for his phone. He tapped a couple of buttons, then held it to his ear.

Be-beep.

Be-beep.

Be-click.

"Hello?"

"Rapidash. I need you to come over. I just got boobs."

"...Come again?"

"New stone in the backyard. Bring the kit? I want to make sure that it's not going to get worse."

"Oh, right. I'll be right there."

"Thanks."

He hung up, shaking his head as he leaned back against the back of the couch. The feeling of weight was just getting worse, and he imagined that he'd have something to rival what a Miltank carried on their belly before he was done.

Arcanine looked down at them again. They looked like a pair that an augmented porn star would have. Yet, at the same time, he hadn't really lost anything else that was definitively male on him. His dick was still there, and so were his balls.

As a matter of fact, his dick was making sure that he knew it was there, considering how hard it was getting.

Arcanine rolled his eyes, trying to keep his mind off his dick. All things considered, the last thing that he needed to do was get into the idea of having these boobs. They'd probably fade eventually, but -

Drip.

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me..."

By the time that Rapidash arrived, Arcanine had put a towel beneath his boobs. They'd grown to at least a DD cup, and they were heavy, too. As the equine stepped through the front door, carrying a briefcase at his side, Arcanine waved him over. Rapidash waved back, only to come to a sudden stop.

"Holy - that's a lot of boob."

"Yeah, and they're leaking."

"You've got milk?"

"More than I want..."

"May I?"

"Knock yourself out," he said, gesturing to the big, bouncy things.

Rapidash nodded, walking over and sitting down on the side of the couch. The briefcase was left on the floor as he reached over, larger palms but smaller fingers inching towards the dog Pokemon's new breasts.

"So, no issue with touching?"

"Not so far, but I haven't messed with the milk, yet."

"Alright, well, let's see..."

As Rapidash grabbed him, Arcanine groaned. The feeling of someone else's hands on his boobs was something...very new. Not unpleasant in the slightest, but very, very new. He shivered, thrusting his chest forward despite himself, and his cock throbbed in his shorts at the feeling of the big hands rubbing along the heavy globes.

As slender fingers made their way to his nipples, Arcanine shivered again, starting to thrust his chest out. They kept rubbing, stroking, then -

"Mmmph!"

They squeezed, and he felt some of his milk come squirting out. Most of it landed on the towel, but there was no way that some of it didn't land on Rapidash's fingers. Not that he cared too much about that; the feeling of the milking was...rather intense.

"They're definitely real," Rapidash said. "Not just some fake thing. And it feels like one of the bigger mutations. Those things aren't fading in a hurry."

"Mmmph, no. Didn't think so. So...could you squeeze them again?"

"Felt that good?" the equine teased.

"Hey, you try -"

"Nnngh!"

Suddenly, Rapidash slumped forward, holding his arms over his chest. Arcanine groaned.

"Let me guess. Feels like a thundershock? No pain, but a lot of cramps?"

"Mmm-hmm..."

"Looks like you're going to get to see how they feel, too..."

"Great..."

"Well, sit up, let me see..."

He helped Rapidash get upright again, and he couldn't help but stare as the equine's new boobs started growing in. They were already showing through the other guy's t-shirt, and they were getting bigger very, very quickly. Much quicker than Arcanine's had, that was for sure, as they rose through the B cups and entered the Cs almost too fast to notice.

This could be a problem, he thought as he watched his friend's nipples start to show through the shirt, already oozing milk. A very big problem.

The End