With how many ladies there are now aware of your presence thanks to Sammy, it wouldn't be long until someone found you—and, as you passed by some bottles of Moomoo milk that you presumed Miley brought to the party, the Miltank herself was suddenly above you, saying "Ah, you must be the human she was talkin' about!" She was dressed as you might expect from the accent—a pale blue button-up gingham shirt that barely reached past her chest, a brown vest on top of it, and a matching wide-brimmed hat with a Tauros emblem on its buckle. A brief glance down past the table's edge showed she even had jean-looking shorts on, though no boots. "Yer [Y/N], right? Ah'm Miley, guessin' Sammy there's told you at least a little about me?"
"A-a little," you answered. "You... run a creamery, if I recall correctly?"
"That ah do, the ol' Mile-High Creamery!" she noted with a proud grin. "Servin' only the freshest dairy products, from ice cream on summer days to warm cheeses fer the winter months! Though of course the bulk of mah sales comes from my classic milk," she notes with a gesture to the bottles, "Ev'n if Sammy thinks it's second-best to a double-scoop cocoa coffee sundae."
Chuckling (and making a mental note to try that flavor if you ever visit the Mile-High Creamery), you turn to look at the bottles... and notice something surprising about them. "Why're there type symbols on them?" Indeed, there were little markings on some of the bottles that resembled the ones newer games used to indicate types—an orange clenched fist for fighting-type milk, a trio of green triangular grass blades for grass, some pink butterfly wings for fairy, and a brown slab of mud for ground-type milk, among others. "Are they... made for specific types of Pokemon?"
"Quite the opp'site, in fact! Here!" All of a sudden, Miley lifted up her gut, letting her enormous udder slam down onto the table—a noise missed by most everyone else due to the clamor of the party. "Ah'll let you take a sample from the bottom-left, there."
"I-I, gosh, that's a big udder..." As you walked to the aforementioned teat, you were spellbound not just by how big it was, but by the slight wobble from each little movement Miley made, and the slosh of milk evident inside it. "G-guessing you tend not to keep it covered up?"
"Oh, ah fit it under an apron when I'm workin' the counter," she answered, "But ah'm always happy to show it off for the world to see when ah'm off the clock. Ah oft'n let 'mons I pass on the street drink right from it if they seem thirsty—gott'n lots of customers that way." She chuckled at that, and you noticed her boobs had a lot less bounce than her udder, or even the racks of the other party guests. No doubt because of her milk tanks, those boobs were little more than appealing bodyfat compared to the other BBWs. "An' hopefully once you have a taste, that'll be another future sale! ...Don't worry, ah've seen many a tiny suckle from me successfully before, it ain't as daunting as it seems."
"O-okay..."

Even so, you did take a few moments, having to cling to the massive teat with both your arms and legs, getting your mouth up to the little duct where the milk came out. After bringing your lips up to the base of it, just enough of a trickle came out to flow into your mouth without splashing the rest of the face. It was milk, absolutely; the best milk you'd tasted in your whole life. "Mmmm... Hmmm...?" But there was something about the flavor, one you didn't express to Miley until after you finished having your (very generous) fill. "T-that was delicious, ma'am... T-though, why did it taste minty?"
"Why, tha's Grass-type flavor!"
"...What?"
Miley gave her udder a proud pat before continuing. "Y'see, one thing we Miltank can do that pretty much no other Pokemon can, is use th' type energy of Pokemon stored in our udders to enhance the flavors of our milk!" She began gesturing towards the various milks she'd brought to the party to explain. "Fightin' type milk's got a bit of a punch to it, good for putting in tarts. Grass-type milk, like yah've had, is great for adding into mint tea. Fire-type milk's got a good spice to it, Water-type flows smoothly, Ice-type milk's good for keeping froz'n treats cold, and Fairy-type has a flavor that's pretty uplifting, if you catch my drift!"
"...What about poison-type milk?"
"Alcoholic."
"Oh." Well, there went concerns about Miley causing a health scare if she wasn't careful about who she gulped down. Speaking of, "Who've you got in there right now?"
"Oh, just some of mah precious employees!" Pointing first at the teat you suckled from and going clockwise, "There's a Grovyle inside that one, tha' one's got a Charmeleon, here's a Fraxure, and down there's a Brionne! Ah've others, but I cycle out who's in there ta keep mah flavors fresh, y'know?"
"A-and they knew what they were signing up for, right?"
"Of course! Ah'm not a heartless pred, though if there were any heartless preds in this town they moseyed off years ago. B'sides, not only is my udder comfy, bu' they get to be all sweet n' round n' chubby from drinkin' the milk in there... Oh!" She suddenly perks up, stepping back and letting her udder slide off the table with a notable bounce. "Maybe yeh c'n meet them and join mah staff! I dunno much about humans, but yah look twenty-ish? Square in their age bracket like an Eiscue head."
"T-that would be nice..." You looked up at Miley's face far above, noticing she was already licking her lips. Would be nice to not just go inside a Pokemon's body to see what their internal anatomy's like, but to meet even more of the beautiful Pokegirls (and possibly guys) who call this realm home, especially if all this milk has fattened them up. Though, a part of you'd be upset to leave Sammy and Pauline behind to work for her...