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"Hi there! Welcome to the world of pokemon! My name is Aurea Juniper, and I am the local Pokemon Professor!”
"That's right! This world is widely inhabited by mysterious creatures called pokemon! Pokemon have mysterious, and incredible powers. They come in many shapes and live in many different places. We humans live happily with pokemon! Living and working together, we complement each other. We help each other to accomplish difficult tasks. Having pokemon battle one another is particularly popular, and it deepens the bonds between people and pokemon. And that is why I research them.”
“Well, that's enough from me… I'm going to introduce you to your new best friends!"
“This young lady is Hilda. She is a hopeless flirt, but she’s a well meaning girl. This young man is Hilda's brother, Hilbert. He's ambitious and driven, who knows where he'll end up. This young man is Cheren. He's a little straight-edged but he'll certainly find his spot. This young woman is Bianca. She’s a little flighty, but she works very hard. I think those four have potential, so I sent a very special pokemon for each of them”
“The moment you choose the pokemon that will accompany you on your journey, your story will truly begin. During your journey, you will meet many pokemon and people with different personalities and points of view! I really hope you find what is important to you in all of these travels… That's right! Befriend new people and pokemon and grow as a person! That is the most important goal for your journey! Let's go visit the world of pokemon!”
The quartet had flocked to the home of the twins, Hilbert, also known as Hil, on accounts of his perhaps comical and long-winded name, and Hilda. The largest house of the bunch and in no doubt, and also the one with the most consecutive residents that needed to be present for this moment.
A box, left by Helen, the twins’ mother, right in the center desk of the upper floor, where the siblings had their bedroom and cellar. The note atop it was rather simple, but sufficiently comprehensible.
“Each one of these four pokemon, I selected to better suit each one of you. I took this liberty given how long we've met, and I'm sure even if you're hesitant, you'll come around to them soon enough!”
“How are we… Supposed to know?” Cheren asked, pushing up his glasses. He was, by far, the most abnormally conservative one of the bunch. Cheren, in spite of his body's actual form, something only discovered via peeking at him from the occasions he bathed, wore very tight clothing, designed to keep his body at a slender, uninteresting shape.
With a coat and pants, he was as uninteresting as it got. Hilda wondered what Juniper got for him, what could possibly crack this shell?
“If it's not here, gotta be inside the box!” Hilbert replied, he, meanwhile, was perhaps the bridge that still kept Cheren hanging out with these ‘weirdos’, besides his very thinly veiled affection for Bianca.
Hilbert was garbed in pants and a jacket, much like his friend, but at least he didn't bother trying to hide his gifts. The fabric was miraculous, the finest of materials in order to shape around, and not tear, under the might of the boy's hips.
It was genuinely almost comical how normal the rest of Hilbert's body was compared to the girth underneath his thin waist. Yes, his shoulders were rather lithe for the typical conception of a male but such was now the standard, even Machamp of all pokemon had slimmed down considerably, which still didn't mean much, in the past few years with no apparent explanation.
Yet, the flare of his hips stretched beyond his shoulders, by a fair margin. Each one of his poorly-concealed asscheeks was larger than his very head with plenty of room to spare. Every time he walked his backside quaked and while differently from his sister he never capitalized on it, he didn't seem all that bothered by the fat on his back either. Nor the meat on his front.
While once again Cheren was more dubious, Hilbert very visibly packed a rather large dick inside his pants, matching his asscheeks in the absurdity of their scale. Soft, it almost poked down his knee, and while Hilda had yet to experience it for herself, if that cock was anything like her own, the moment Hilbert broke, she would have some great fun.
Overall, Hilbert was willfully ignorant to the lurid charms of their world. Differently from Cheren who refused to engage with them down to compressing his body to make his otherwise visible dumptruck go unnoticed, Hilbert simply floated by, with no comments to say, positive, or negative, he was almost the idyllic trainer of the past, focused on becoming the champion and becoming a pokemon master, a notion that lost most power, and followers, on the last decades.
“Come on guys! I can't wait to see what Professor Juniper chose for me! I hope it's cute!” Bianca fist bumped the air to motivate the crowd. She too struggled with ingraining herself into the new world, but it wasn't so clear why at first.
She was best friends with Hilda, in spite of being close with both Hilbert and Cheren, it was likelier that she would take on her galpal’s slutty tendencies, but such never came, because her self esteem was rather low.
She was afraid to whore herself out like Hilda. She didn't think of herself as attractive and thought of the notion as only a means to feel ashamed at her perceived insufficiencies, hence, her outfit.
White dress, barely if at all accounting for her shape. It might have, at its conception, been rather light. It was meant to drape over her body like a blanket but in her lower areas, where it was most prominent, the fabric had outright deformed into the equivalent of a pencil skirt.
The soft, cotton-like material had all but stretched into its limit, the smooth, pale skin of her asscheeks was visible upon squinting. It had clung so tightly that, upon Hilda's recommendation, she stopped wearing panties entirely, since their outline was far too prominent. Of course, it had been a ploy, but Bianca was too ditzy to realize Hilda didn't have solely her best intentions in mind.
And now, the obese masses of flesh were visible for all the world to see with no impediment, while Bianca simply accepted the fact that she couldn't hide them, no wonder, her ass was larger than Hilbert's, and larger than Cheren’s, there was no way she could use compressing clothes like the latter, so better was to ignore it and hope she'd be ignored long enough. The same was said for the cock between her legs.
Now tapping out less than an inch below her kneecaps, Bianca's cock was also mammoth in scale and it was a true shame that it was attached to a girl as coy as she was. It desperately tried to make itself visible but Bianca didn't allow it. She wore a ring around its base to prevent it from getting hard, and while Hilda first doubted the item, she came to understand it was painfully effective at its work.
Above her immense hips, once more outsizing her shoulders, Bianca wore an orange vest, which was almost comedic in its attempt to cover just about anything. It was meant to cover her entire torso, but her breasts alone were too great for it to hide. The vest had been pushed down with no possible manner to fix it, no wonder; Bianca's chest was composed of two sweaty basketball-sized fatty teardrops firm enough to continuously push her ever frailer dress forward and inching toward finally clearing themselves off of it, while her belly was chubby enough that the buttons on the vest also didn't close.
And of course, to top it all off, all she needed was a cute green bonnet.
“Alright, since all of you are Muk-ing around I guess I'll do it” Hilda intervened, she too was getting tired of all this sauceless foreplay, as she squarely placed her hands at the top of the present box, and pried it open.
Hilda, differently from the rest but not uncommonly for the world around her, dressed as she desired to be seen, like a slut. With a short pair of jean shorts, which were minuscule on both ends, failing both to cover the majority of her asscheeks from above, while also leaving her ass crack undefended. The pair was more or less a decorative piece than an actual outfit choice , made more so by the high strings of her panties reaching up to her hips, but once again failing to cover anything at all, by design.
From behind, and partially from the front, anyone could gawk at the enormous pair of cheeks that had both been gained with natural gifts, and active development to keep herself as thick as possible. Hilda's cellulite was only a mark of her girth, rather than anything she was ashamed of. Due to the sheer scale of them, the pair was almost always sweaty, inside and out, and consequently, mostly due to Hilda's unwash, emitted a heavy scent of dirt, as her hole, and the innards of her globes were almost continuously caked in semen, piss and scat, with no attempt on her part to clean it whatsoever.
With her body nearly constantly sweaty, exhaling that thick stench of raunch and sex, Hilda also displayed her forward girth with pride, as her cock hung free from the buttonless front to her shorts.
Compared to the ivory of her skin, Hilda’s cock was a murky, caramel tan. The smoothness of the rest of her body -save for the patches of cellulite on her cheeks- was also contrasted severely by the wrinkles and folds of her foreskin, covering every one of the 7 inches of her dick, and leaving just a small circle for the dark red head to peek through, said ring’s diameter made shorter by the areola of dick cheese that had implanted itself at the near edge of her unwashed, smelly dick.
Hilda wasn’t conservative when it came to her hair either, while the rest of her body, save for her head, was pristinely shaved, she allowed for a rather noticeable bush to form around the base, not major enough to pester anyone, but just enough to leave a gift or two on the facade of the lucky someone who could take the beast all the way down their gullet.
Perhaps the one thing Hilda was somewhat hesitant over, was her almost complete lack of breasts. Her chest was flat, so much so that she had been asked, more times than she’d like, if she was Hilbert’s brother , given how close their body shapes actually turned out, no chest, all hips and ass. Issue was that while Hilbert was expected to have a flat chest, as he was a male, while Hilda was supposedly meant to develop a hefty chest, her mother wasn’t lacking in that department whatsoever, how come she drew the short end of a stick that shouldn’t even exist!
To add insult to injury, while she never asked, Hilda had a strong suspicion that she and Hilbert didn’t have a father, male or otherwise. Helen likely did it all by herself, no extra titless genes at all, so how come she was flat as a board?!
And thus, her plans of wearing a microscopically tiny shirt to flaunt her metaphorical funbags was thrown out the window, now her white tee was simply baggy, and translucent enough so that whatever tiny breasts were there were at least mostly visible. There was at least one benefit, the straps, which Hilda had manually stretched, were now hanging low enough that the upper half of her nipples was visible above the rim of the shirt, all the more visible by the glinting piercings she got for herself. Downside was that the shirt was way too loose for her to tie it up successfully, so her toned midriff, including the small piercing on her navel, were entirely concealed. Shame.
And thus, four pokeballs were unveiled, one with a different look, and a small sign directly in front of it, indicating which belonged to who.
Top right, Hilbert, top left, Hilda. Bottom right, Bianca, bottom left, Cheren.
The first pokeball was, just as the others, symmetrical in design. It featured a dark orange exterior, with black highlights. Hilbert grabbed it, and sent out its resident.
“I… I choose you?” Hilbert always wanted to say the line but struggled to find any meaning to it at this point. He flung the pokeball to the ground, where it rapidly bounced back to his hand once the pokemon inside had been unveiled
Now appearing on the floor, was a rather large Tepig. For the initial stage, it was girthy, probably as big as a travel duffle bag, which was rather unexpected given Tepig shouldn't be much larger than a Lillipup; But it ultimately was a roll of the dice. Pokemon came in different sizes and Hilbert's Tepig happened to be rather large, and nonetheless, Emboars didn’t feature much distinctions from one size to another, ironically, as they grew older, even the wild differences in a pokemon’s size get evened out among the rest of their kind.
“Hnnnchk!” Tepig oinked, letting out a few embers as it greeted its new trainer.
“Hey little guy!” Hilbert knelt down to pet its head, wondering what nickname he would give it.
“Not so little” Hilda raised a brow, and Hilbert ignored her
“A starter, huh?” Cheren pondered, “There are no blue-colored balls inside, and mine is the closest there is to Snivy. I wonder why Professor Juniper chose Tepig for him…”
Hilda had a guess, but chose to not say it. After all, it would be evident soon enough. She was the next to grab hers, and the pattern was so obvious she didn't see the pokemon come out to identify it. Thunderbolt-shaped white stripes on a black cover, it could only be one species. Of course, Hilda needed the least motivation on Juniper’s end. She was as whorrish as she could be and required no push with an outwardly innocent pokemon, she could be blunt from the get-go.
“Go Blitzle!” Hilda grinned, excited at the obvious resolution that now, with a Zebstrika on her future beck and call, she'd have cock for days even if she landed a dry spell.
“Brrrhgh!” Blitzle neighed as it rocked in place, shaking its head excitedly at Hilda, already recognizing her.
Bianca was next, her pokeball was a dark orange like Hilbert's, but it had a rather large amount of dark yellow near its midway point, and a pair of red streaks at both vertical ends of the button.
“What pokemon is this?” Bianca asked, confused
“Hm. It's not a Tepig.” Cheren emphasized, but he too was troubled with the possible answer
“Come out!” Bianca cutely demanded, and appearing on the ground before her, was a Scraggy.
“Scrhaaa!” Scraggy growled, raising its arms and letting the saggy scales it wore as pants fall, before it pulled them back up without losing metaphorical steam.
“A Scraggy?” Hilbert asked, trying his best to pry his Tepig into his arms, but the pokemon was way too heavy.
“Why would she recommend a Fighting and Dark type for Bianca of all people?” Cheren asked, and despite no outward reaction from its trainer yet, Scraggy already looked sort of dejected, everyone seemed far more focused on the fact that it and its trainer simply didn’t match, rather than just appreciating the fact that it was there.
“Awww! You're just the cutest!💕” Bianca ignored the fact that Scraggy belonged to perhaps the two least cute types among them all and pulled the small lizard into a hug. Scraggy’s first doubts over how loved he would be faded away immediately.
“All ends well I suppose” Cheren remarked, before pulling his pokeball, colored green with soft yellow marks. He hoped it was a Snivy, as it was competitively viable, alongside being the traditional choice for a trainer. “Your turn”
And out of the pokeball came not a Snivy, but rather, a Sewaddle, who calmly strolled around the floor, paying quite literally no mind to Cheren, until it eventually started waddling in circles.
“Well… I guess it's close enough” Cheren conceded his award, and ultimately had a good sentiment. Leavanny was an ok pokemon and he could always fill out his team if the opportunity came. “Hey, Sewaddle”
The pokemon ignored him again, seemingly too confused and interested in its surroundings to mind Cheren's unimposing nagging
“I… We'll work on that later.” Cheren sighed, as Bianca chuckled with Scraggy still cradled in her arms and Hilbert finally managing to do the same for Tepig. Hilda was perfectly content with having Blitzle walk beside her, as it was yet too small to be her steed
“Does anyone want to have a battle?” Hilbert beamed, but the resounding sentiment was a heavy no . The only other person there who would be competitive enough to attempt was Cheren, but he knew better than to fight a fire type with a pokemon doubly weak to it, that didn’t even seem to be able to hear him no less.
“I’ll pass… I still have to work on Sewaddle’s cooperation…” Cheren sighed, “We don’t even need to try, the battle’s result would be obvious.”
“You’re not gonna nickname it?” Bianca asked, somewhat saddened by his cold approach to it
“I mean… It’s far from a priority” Cheren replied, adjusting his glasses, “You can give it a name if you want, I don’t really care for that”
“Uhhh… How about Sticky!?” Bianca asked, while the consensus was that it wasn’t a very good name
“I think Weaver’s cool” Hilbert added, “It’s what they do right? They make strings to make clothing, or something like that”
“Not quite but close.” Cheren replied, and as much as he didn’t want to wrong Bianca, he knew better than to call his first pokemon ‘Sticky’ of all things… But it was Bianca… He could compromise. "Alright… Stick it is.”
“And you, Hilda?” Bianca asked, “Need a nickname for it?”
“I think Blitz is good, right?” Hilda ruffled Blitzle’s mane, while the other teens nodded in affirmation.
“Alright, Tusk, come back inside” Hilbert raised the pokeball again, and returned Tepig to its container. “C’mon, I don’t want to wait another second!”
“Tusk?” Hilda chuckled, but once again her brother paid her no mind, rushing downstairs so he could finally begin his journey. She knew he was giddy to begin travelling, but this much? He didn’t even look back, she heard the front door slam shut shortly after he ran off. Hilbert was never this flighty, what was the issue?
“Don't run off!” Bianca pleaded, as Cheren carefully descended the steps, with the blonde in tow. Hilda stood still in the room, somewhat wondering what compelled her brother to leap away so fast, since not all of it seemed to be just plain excitement.
Either way, Hilda pulled Blitz back into its pokeball, before placing it inside her purse, which was tiny enough that it wasn't any wider than her open hand, while it possessed a similar technology to the pokeballs themselves. She's heard of kids who kept entire bikes inside their backpacks, so pokeballs, condoms, a few of her favorite sex toys and eventually a pokedex were an easy carry.
Hilda calmly made her way downstairs, now that the ruckus she and her friends caused was over, she could overhear muffled, meaty claps coming from the ground floor, with her mother's voice explaining something in trained cheerfulness.
“Now that we covered the standing position, I'm going to show you girls the most important position of all! The squat!”
Helen's voice echoed from the living room. Hilda peeked from the door, she wouldn't have the time to engage in anything with her mother as usual, part of her was just as excited as Hilbert to go along her journey, and as such, she relegated herself to only watching for now.
The woman was dressed in a white tank top, with incredibly thin strings that miraculously supported her ample bust without tearing, though of course, they didn't do so without making for an incredibly obvious pair of slips that made Helen's nipples completely clear to the audience.
Besides such, she only wore a blue bikini bottom, evidently as there was nothing else which would allow for such a clear view of her asscheeks as it also held her package in place, now forming a bulge the size of a grapefruit in her crotch, and still allowing for a dangling pair of testicles, as big as pokeballs, to hang free, as those had no solution.
Hilda only saw her from the back. Her cheeks, entirely uninhibited, each larger than her head, were lathered in oil, marks of cellulite giving texture to the globes that Helen lugged around pridefully. Hilda's own dumptruck was no less than inherited from the woman.
Helen turned around, accompanied by the soft claps of her asscheeks the moment she swayed , she was sweaty all over from recording her home videos. They were typically posted online for other moms but it wasn't ignored by any of the family members that she was ‘enjoyed’ by all ages and genders. As she saw her daughter peering into the room, Helen winked toward her, and blew a silent kiss, as she positioned herself.
“Now what you gotta do, is to throw your hips back, clench your cheeks and work them around! Might be a bit hard at first but you'll get the hang of it!” While Hilda didn't have the money shot perspective, the show was nevertheless perfectly impressive.
Helen’s asscheeks, moving as enormous, jelly-like balls of fat first rolled away from one another, but quickly slammed back together, splashing sweat, oil and grease against the floor and thus repeating that initial movement.
Hilda knew herself. She couldn't watch for long before she got too giddy and wanted to do something about the boner that had unsubtly reached its peak in her crotch. Now completely hard, and entirely unimpeded by any clothing (as besides the thong-thin microshorts Hilda was wearing, there wasn't anything to prevent her foreskin-covered 7 incher from standing at attention). Uttering a meaningless curse underneath her breath, the girl chose to appreciate the outside world.
And it was boring as it was. She needed to get moving.
Hilda navigated the small town of Nuvema expertly, her entire life had taken place in these rocky streets, and thus, there was no hesitation as she reached Professor Aurea Juniper's lab.
While very near her house, Hilda was stunned to see that the lab's door was closed, and in front of it, was Juniper's Cinccino, holding a small box, with four sockets for Pokedexes, three of which had been taken already.
“Where's the Professor?” Hilda asked, grabbing the Pokedex from the Normal-Type. Cinccino pointed its small hand to the lab's door, and deciding to take the opportunity, Hilda pointed her Pokedex at Juniper's partner.
'Cinccino, the Scarf Pokémon. Its body produces a special kind of oil, which protects Cinccino’s fur from dirt and its body from harm. The oil is often used as lubricants and skin ointments, also helping the user remain clean.'
Yeah, Hilda knew that much, the second part at least. Her mom's oil was Cinccino oil, produced by this very Pokemon, and given out of courtesy by the Professor. Hilda, intrusively, opened the lab door to find the woman, after all, she had goodbyes and questions.
The lab was as dark as usual. Hilda was well familiar with it. The place looked more like a dingy, dirty bathroom than a functional laboratory.
For one, the color white was the last to be found anywhere near this place. Cinccino was the cleanest thing, living or otherwise, in the vicinity. The tiles were a dark tan, stained with all sorts of muck.
Yellow lights were sparing on the ceiling, illuminating the lab while also retaining its atmosphere. Hilda closed the door behind her, inhaling sharply the smell of crusted shit and dried cum. Taking a step forward, she started herself when accidentally stepping on a condom.
The football-sized bundle of pinkish latex burst like a balloon, sending the discolored, smelly cum to coat the floors and the girl's feet. Hilda didn't bother cleaning herself up. She continued walking, hearing the familiar sound of sex in a nearby room.
Numerous sex toys, condoms, and even leftover pubes were left all around the lab. Hilda didn't waste the opportunity, and snatched as many of the condoms as she could, stuffing them in her bag. More trash and overall waste littered the laboratory, forming into a thick brown-tan slime that Hilda genuinely couldn’t identify.
She found the usual suspects, fucking machines, enema ampoules, anal tubes, nothing out of the ordinary for the Professor, all such things, Hilda had already tried out before. Hilda avoided stepping on the puddles of urine, within such a tight, hot environment that even after so much time left to dry, they were still warm.
The trainer began to sweat, the entire lab felt like a sauna, with the smell of a sewer pipe and likely double that filth. Aurea Juniper was likely the person closest to a ‘true pokemon master’, someone who entirely debased themselves and decided no level of degeneracy was too much.
Hilda's eyes shone when she saw a particularly large condom, filled to a far greater degree than the rest. However, whenever she tried tugging it, she felt the condom fight back against her grasp, until a slimy, semi-solid tentacle gently slapped her wrist.
The condom(?) turned around, revealing a face! Of course! It was just a Trubbish.
“Oh, sorry about that lil’ guy” Hilda grinned apologetically, before pulling out her Pokedex, and aiming it at the Pokemon.
'Trubbish, the Used Condom Pokémon. Trubbish prefer unsanitary places, joining together in environments such as sewers, alleys, and other grimy environments. They belch an aphrodisiac gas that can forcibly create a week-long erection.'
While tempted, Hilda didn't have any pokeballs on her, and the Trubbish might be Juniper's. The girl decided to stop meandering and decided to find the professor already, which was admittedly, quite an easy task.
And to her surprise, while the sounds didn’t betray the scene, they didn’t come from Juniper herself, rather, from her assistant, Fennel, and two of the Nuvema Town residents she was currently… ‘Helping’.
The woman’s plump, sweat-covered body was almost entirely naked, save for a now completely misplaced purple sling bikini, which aside from a lab coat, itself thrown to the floor and having landed on an aged pile of crap, was the woman’s uniform. While otherwise coy, she didn’t seem to mind the wardrobe.
Fennel didn’t acknowledge Hilda’s presence; the likelihood was that the woman wasn’t in the mental faculties to do so. She quite literally wasn’t able to see the trainer, not when a youngster had his legs locked around her head, his enormous underage dick scraping at her esophagus and widening her throat to no end. Mikey didn’t even seem to be thrusting much, his plump asscheeks jutting out were stationary, he very likely had just exhausted himself, hence the rather uncharacteristic bloat in the woman’s belly
Even though said bloat itself was hard to spot. Thrusting onto one of her holes, from her spread legs -said action hardly opening up much space, both due to the woman’s lack of flexibility and the sheer girth of her thighs-, a pair of twin girls were battling for space, they themselves struggling to fit their hips side by side due to their size in spite of their age, and furthermore to find a place inside.
Hilda knew better than to even attempt to break the two apart and suggest a compromise. Rae and Ula both want to be in the front in a more optimal arrangement, and Hilda couldn’t blame either, thrusting onto someone while having your balls be smothered by another person’s cock from below is without a doubt the superior placement.
Fennel’s breasts also seemed larger than usual, even if they were already fairly large. The question was answered almost immediately, as the woman’s nipples were visibly dilated, and dripping from them was a discolored, thick tar, without a shadow of a doubt their prepubescent, overfertile ballslop . Hilda always wanted to know what it felt like to have her nipples fucked… But not like she’d ever discover if things kept at this pace.
Her cock was completely soft, straddled to her left leg and with its head wide and gaped, also probably fucked into submission. These three kids were fairly merciless. Not like Hilda would have it any other way… While envious that all three were already outdoing her in cock size, she couldn’t get mad at them for too long now. Besides, what’s 5-6 inches of difference even? As a size queen, quite a lot, but she had to cope somehow.
And finally, she saw Juniper, in a state no less debilitated than Fennel, but given the grace of having been exhausted first. Each one of her breasts was easily the size of a watermelon, firm, yet still enormous. Her nipples were large, and had closed, but their leaking wasn’t simple breast milk.
Her cock wasn’t soft anymore either. The fat, veiny chode was back at full mast, with its deformed cockhead covered not just with the typical thick layer of smegma, but also Juniper’s hand, the woman sliding three of her fingers down the gaping hole as a way to keep herself stimulated before Fennel tapped out, and she had to jump back in.
It was greater than Hilda’s, yet just barely smaller than the kids’. 12 inches long, with the girth of a soda can, Juniper had a lot to be proud of, and she wore it on her sleeve. She also had a simple sling bikini as her uniform, with earrings being no more than metal clamps attached to a small, full condom each. Her hips were wide, wider than her shoulders and Hilda could see the curvature of her cum-soaked asscheeks from the front.
Her face was mostly intact, the lower half had pubes, and some streaks of smegma, but otherwise, nothing out of the ordinary. Juniper seemed to be chewing something, which Hilda found, whenever she opened her mouth in surprise, was a particularly thick wad of cum. The professor’s lips themselves were much puffier than Hilda’s, to the degree that it was visible that closing them entirely was very nearly a difficult task.
“Didn’t Cinccino hand you the Pokedex?” Juniper asked casually, continuing to finger herself.
“It did, but I just came here to say goodbye and stuff… Didn’t think your hands would be so full, though” Hilda pointed at the kids, still sexually ravaging Fennel. “They’re not usually that bad-”
“I had Trubbish gas them” Juniper replied, and Hilda gasped in realization
“Oh, that’s why.” Hilda crossed her arms, “Also, I know I asked for a Blitzle, but why did the other three get those wonky starters? You know, except the bastard.”
“That was a personal touch!” Juniper smirked, “I gave each one a pokemon that I believe is going to help them bloom into… Well, one of us! The fruit of my labor should take effect somewhat soon, I wonder which one will be the last to collapse…”
“Tepig, Sewaddle and Scraggy?”
“Yeah, Tepig will evolve into Emboar, a highly sexually energetic pokemon. I even picked a large one, because while Tepigs’ sizes vary, the only differences in adulthood are the phallus size.” Juniper explained
“Oh, so he’s gonna be packing.”
“For sure! I’d wager your brother will already be a buttslut by the time Tepig evolves into Pignite!” Juniper shrugged, “For Cheren, I chose Sewaddle. Leavanny naturally believe that clothing is a decoration article, rather than a necessity. Since the one I picked is fairly aloof, it’s not unlikely it will forcibly make Cheren confront his own shame with a trial by fire, if you know what I mean”
“Hm… Clever, I would’ve just given all of them Gardevoirs or something…” Hilda scratched the back of her head
“And for Bianca, Scraggy are loyal, but they are also really interesting pokemon in the sense that they have a culture of their own, which they always try to coax their trainer into joining, especially after they evolve into Scrafty.” Juniper explained, “The objective is to get Bianca to break out of her shell and turn into a cheap ghetto whore! I think no other pokemon would be better for her!”
“Damn, that’s clever stuff…” Hilda uttered, “I guess that’s really all I wanted to ask… Have fun with the kids. How long have you been at it, even?”
“Ten hours” Juniper shrugged, “Should be a couple of days before they’re tired… Also, be a dear and bring Trubbish over here? You know what one looks like, right?”
“Trugh!” Before Hilda could go find the condom pokemon, it waddled its way toward its owner, dragging its arms behind it. While the insides of a Trubbish were full of rotten, aged cum, the arms of the pokemon were made of a thick, semi-solid smegma, leaving behind two trails as it walked.
“Oh, there you are! Come on, spit on mommy!” Juniper raised the pokemon to her face, and the Trubbish seemingly inhaled a fair amount of air, puffing its cheeks, or what appeared to be such, before barfing a wad of thick, brown gas directly into Juniper’s face.
Hilda watched in stunned adoration as Juniper was able to plop Trubbish back on the ground, before she reeled forward, clutching her stomach before she shot right back to attention. The woman’s cock seemed harder than ever, her balls starting to audibly gurgle and a trail of yellowish, semi-transparent slime began to run down her thighs, sign of her pussy growing wet
Knowing better than to hamper her journey for nearly a week, Hilda bolted out of the lab before Juniper could get any inebriated ideas.
Back outside, Hilda unpocketed Blitz’s pokeball, and opening her pokedex, pointed at the orb for registration. Thus, the machine spoke:
'Blitzle, the Electrified Pokémon. Its heartbeat generates electric energy, which it uses to battle. Gradually, its skin emits low voltages at all times, which may result in mutations when constant touches occur. It is a popular Pokémon to be gifted for children, as it is proficient in anal sex, but not as energetic as its evolved form.'
With it registered, Hilda pocketed her partner's new home once again, as she skipped around, wanting to approach the exit as quickly as she could. The most fun she's ever experienced, the chance to grow into something unprecedented, began now!