The Pokédex's clinical voice faded into the train's rumble, and Anthony felt his entire face catch fire. "Sam, I—I didn't mean to—that thing just—" He fumbled for words, but the Cinderace at his side only squeezed his arm tighter.

Sam's grin was wide, her amber eyes glittering with mischief. She reached up with her free hand and tugged at the collar of her hammer space coat, the fabric already starting to strain. A soft, wet sound escaped her lips—a pleased coo that made Anthony's stomach flip.

Then the tingling started.

Anthony saw it first: a subtle quiver beneath her coat, like something was waking up. Sam's breath hitched, and she pressed her body against his side, her grip on his arm turning almost desperate. The coat, usually so effective at hiding her generous chest, began to bulge. Slowly at first, then with an insistent pressure that made the seams groan.

"Sam, are you—" Anthony's voice cracked. "Is that really happening?"

She nodded, her cheeks flushed a deep rose. Her breasts were definitely growing. He could see the outline of the black X-shaped pasties pressing against the inside of the coat, the fabric stretching taut over what he knew were already heavy curves. A drop of something white and thick beaded at the edge of her left pasty, then another, soaking through the thin material.

"Wow," Anthony breathed, his embarrassment giving way to sheer wonder. He'd seen a lot of weird Pokémon stuff in his years as a trainer, but this? His own Pokémon turning into a walking milk fountain? That was new.

Sam pulled out her notepad with her free hand, scribbling quickly. She held it up:

"It's breeding season. My body knows what it wants."

She underlined the last word twice, then bit her lower lip, watching him with an intensity that made his jeans feel suddenly tight.

Anthony swallowed. "And what does it want, exactly?"

Before she could answer, the train's speaker crackled to life. "Attention passengers," a cheerful voice announced. "We are now approaching the Love Car. For trainers traveling with Pokémon in heat, please proceed to car seven for private accommodations. Complimentary milk buckets and suction cups are available at the front desk."

Anthony's jaw dropped. "You booked us on the Love Train?"

Sam's grin turned wicked. She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the sliding door at the end of the cab. Her …