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After a battle between the two Hypers, Oshawott having successfully beaten N’s Purrloin, both pokemon were recalled to their balls.
“Excellent battling skills at the very least. You seem to care very deeply for your partner. How I wish everyone felt the same as you for their ‘partners.’ And to think that you hear their voices as well… most intriguing.”
Cheren was shaking his head,
“So what was this supposed to prove?”
“Oh, nothing. We simply wished to understand one another. You’d be surprised how much you can glean through a single battle, even one as simple and mundane as this.”
“Well, if you two are done, I’m heading to bed now. It’s getting late. Good night, Blake.”
Cheren waved his friend off as she waved in turn.
“I suppose this day has been a long one. If you’ll excuse me,”
As N was about to leave, Blake put her hand up to stop her.
“Ah, what is it?”
“Why do you seem to support Ghetsis? You’re a Hyper too.”
“Well, I simply share many of the worldviews he does. I’ve seen so many Pokemon hurt by trainers, so many Hypers hurt by others. We all have different natures that make so many struggles for us all. Why bother trying to make all the sacrifices to live together when in the end so few seem to think it's worth it?”
“But what about those who do want to live together? Will there be a place for us?”
“... A good thought to consider. Thank you.”
N turns to leave this time,
“... Good night. I really hope I get to see you soon.”
Blake nods, and heads back to the Pokemon Center to spend the night. She wished it would be more comfortable, but the Pokemon Center did not really have the bed to accommodate someone of her size. She wasn’t sure if it was because it was a smaller town or because her sizes were just that ridiculous (likely both), but she managed to get enough energy to trudge onwards the next stretch of her journey. Route 2 was expected to last a few days, so she was going to be camping a bit.
… …
Man fighting trainers kinda sucked right now.
The sun had begun to set by the time she managed to find a couple people training on the road, and it wasn’t nearly as fun as on TV. Type matchups, awesome moves, expert coaching, all went out the window when a couple kids fought with the only pokemon they had. Especially since Oshawott just Water Gunned anyone before they could deal a serious blow. She hadn’t even found many new pokemon, just a Purrloin she still didn’t see a lot of potential for.
Later that night, it was finally time to set camp. She had gathered up some dead limbs and leaves into a small fire, before realizing she had no way of making a fire on her own. Thankfully, it wasn’t the biggest deal in the world, the moon was nearly full so visibility wasn’t a problem, and the weather was temperate enough where she didn’t need the heat for warmth. She simply decided setting up her tent would be good enough. Traveling for a Hyper her size wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but having to sleep with the massive physique she had made things a little difficult. Laying on her side is preferable, but without a bed to support her body she’d just snap her spine in her sleep. She could fall asleep just sitting on her ass, which she has done before, but doing so overnight will just leave it sore from all the pressure on it. She has found that the best thing to do is lay on her back with her legs raised, the heft of her ass keeping them a bit upright. Under normal circumstances this would leave her in a compromising situation, but thankfully her massive testacles hid anything from view. Her breasts splayed out on her sides and her cock went past her head as she fell asleep, sweaty and muggy and hot. Whether for better or worse, this had effectively become her new state of being on her journey, so at least she had time to get used to it.
Morning had come, and Blake awoke when her hand touched something wet. Fearing that her tent had flooded, she found only a puddle… of precum. She looked down to her balls, realizing that she hadn’t relieved herself at all yesterday in all her travels.
Welp.
She managed to roll over into a position to where she could somehow stand up, albeit with difficulty. Afterwards, she sat down on her ass and pulled her cockhead over to her lips before planting a kiss on the tip. As she looked down at her physique she realized that her balls had swollen considerably, and wondered if it really was just being that pent up. Maybe being pregnant had kicked her nuts into overdrive? Now that she was wary, she rubbed a hand on her top-right breast, noticing a bit of soreness at its core. According to her mother, her tits were likely pregnant as well, but it didn’t really seem to register until she noticed a leak by her nipple. After hefting her tit up to her mouth, she realized that it was, in fact, milk.
She was already lactating, it seems. A slightly startling development, considering she was about 4 weeks pregnant. She was no expert on pregnancy, but this seemed to be progressing quicker than she thought she would. Oh well.
She then got a devilish little thought, upon remembering that she was pregnant. The damage was already done at this point, so there wasn’t anything much wrong about it.
She grabbed her cockhead in one hand, and her top-left tit in another, and decided to have a little fun. She pressed her cockhead against her nipple, gradually increasing force until her cockhead managed to penetrate it. She was always a little scared of knocking herself up if she ever did this, but now nothing was really holding her back. It was the first time her penis had actually penetrated a hole, and it felt fantastically electric! She immediately kept thrusting it inside of her nipple, unable to get it to go too terribly deep but even just having the head inside of her tit was going to set her off soon enough.
Eventually she came hard inside of her nipple, the large organ beginning to fill dramatically as the deluge of cum began to blimp up her chest fat. By the time she was done orgasming, her tit had swollen to half its size over. Her cock was covered in milk, the sweet cream beginning to run down the length of her dick and pooling in the crevice where her overstuffed balls and the root of her meat met.
A whole new world of masturbation had unlocked for Blake.
At least an hour later, as the sun had risen and the sky had brightened, Blake stood with the camp all packed up, clothes a bit disheveled. She had to keep her jacket left open after eventually getting around to cumflating all 4 of her breasts, the heft of them greatly increased and constantly leaking a combination of milk and cum. She left her shirt off since it was just getting in the way. At least she was out in the wild where it was… unlikely she would meet a new trainer. But unfortunately, adventure awaits.
… …
Blake had finally managed to get past Route 2, beating a couple other trainers in the process, and had nearly arrived at Striaton. However, right before entering the next town she saw Bianca waiting for her.
“Heeeyy! Good to see you! I don’t think I can beat you but I bet we can have a great battle together now! I’ve already learned a lot on this journey!”
Blake nodded, and answered by entering a battle stance.
Blake simply sent out Oshawott, while Bianca sent out a new Lillipup.
“Isn’t she just the cutest!?”
While the Lilipup was trying to tackle it, Oshawott shot water at it until it could get in close and get a hit off, after which Oshawott then shrugged it off a bit before tackling it himself. Lilipup was called back out before Tepig was sent out.
*Alright, time for round 2!*
Oshawott just chuckled before blasting her with water, right into her nose. After the brutal shot, Tepig was already knocked down.
“Wha- How did you get so strong!?”
“All I have done the past few days was fight wild pokemon and fight other children on the route.”
“Wow, you should have tons of prize money, right?”
Blake zoned out for a second, thinking, before checking her xtransceiver… No deposits she has seen recently.
“What’s wrong?”
“I haven’t been paid at all so far.”
“But we all applied like a month ago! Cheren said we should have been approved for it by now!”
They were. Her mother called her earlier saying they got the letter. Blake looked up, noticing the blimp off in the distance with a crew meant to keep an eye on trainers. Blake even had her own camera, a common practice among those who want to go pro so they can record matches they have live. Well, time to find some kind of… representative? To talk to. The town had a local gym, maybe they’d find a lead there? They decided that was the best route to take.
As they walked together, Bianca also pulled on Blake’s sleeve to whisper in her ear,
“By the way, I managed to get Tepig to melt off my belt!”
Blake was surprised to hear this. Tepig was already that strong?
“Granted, it took a while, and she kinda pushed herself, but we managed to get it to where the lock doesn't work. I can still wear it, but now I can put it on and off whenever I like!”
Blake gave her friend a side hug.
“Aww, you’re my best friend, you know that?”
With that, Blake led Bianca into the town, leading to her friend's newfound bewilderment.
… …
“This place is enormous!”
Bianca, and also Blake, was stunned by the number of buildings in the town. Large, stone buildings, beautiful trees, some well-kept park areas, even paved roads! Granted Accumula had many of the same features, but nothing that was as well-kept as this place!
After settling in at a nearby pokemon center, Blake went looking for the Gym as Bianca explored the city, and eventually came to the front of a restaurant embellished by the large Pokemon League Logo in the form of a large, back-lit sign board. After (painfully) making her way up the stairs, she was greeted by an older gentleman standing near a couple statues of the League’s logo.
“Oh, why hello! Am I to presume you are also a challenger?”
Blake nodded.
“Ah, I’m sorry to disappoint you! The gym is currently under maintenance at the moment! I’m afraid I cannot disclose the nature of the gym’s challenge, but I assure you we will be open tomorrow!”
“Uh, actually, I need help with something. I don’t know if it’s your job or anything-”
“Oh, don’t worry! I’m the city’s League Manager! Whatever’s the problem, I can help!”
“Uh, when can I expect to be paid for matches surveyed?”
“Oh, after about a day or so, why?”
“I haven’t gotten paid yet, after a few days.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that! I’ll look into the matter now! Oh, the gym should be ready by tomorrow at the latest! In the meantime, would you mind coming back then? I’ll also have your problem figured out by then!”
“Alright.”
“Splendid! See you then!”
With that, she left.
… …
The Dreamyard was a little bit of a let down, to be honest. It was just a run-down building where the only entrance she could fit through was covered by shrubbery that was far stronger than it had any right to be. She didn’t feel like fighting anyone given the current money situation, and all the wild pokemon she had already seen and Oshawott simply scared them off, but eventually she ran into a friendlier face.
“Hey, you’re a trainer right?”
She nodded, approaching the stranger.
“Nice! I’m guessing you’re going to fight at the Striaton Gym soon, right?”
She nodded once more, wondering where this was going.
“My brother is a ranger who found some pokemon we want to find homes for! I can give you one that’ll help get you a leg up on the gym!”
“Oh… how much?”
“Ah, nothing at all! Like I said, we’re just trying to find trainers who have room on their teams!”
Well, as long as it isn’t a trouble maker.
“I saw your Oshawott earlier, so you’d have trouble with Grass types. I can give you a Pansear, he’s a Fire type!”
With that, she pulled out a standard pokeball, and a little monkey with red fur and a large tuft in the shape of a flame popped out. He lazily scratched his 9-inch schlong as he looked up at Blake.
*Ah, my turn, eh?*
Oshawott stepped between the two.
*Back off, this girl’s mine!*
*Ay, bro, chill tf out. We good, ain’t we?*
“Aww, they get along great already!”
If only she could actually hear what they say.
“Anyway, I should be heading home soon, so I’ll leave you to your training! I hope you two work great together!”
With that the lass walked away, leaving the trio alone.
“So, can I trust you two to get along?”
Pansear scratched his ear,
*Ya can understand us ‘n all?*
Blake nodded.
*Aight, nice.*
*Hold it! I’m still the alpha around here! I could kick your ass!*
*Prolly. I don care tho. Do whatever man.*
Oshawott didn’t seem to understand how to handle this new development, gritting his teeth and brandishing his shell in anger.
“Hey, we’re all gonna be a team, and we’ll get more members eventually, so I need you to learn how to play nice, ok?”
Oshawott paused for a moment and put his shell back on his stomach.
*Fine.*
… …
The next day Blake approached the Striaton Gym, and was met by the League Coordinator.
“Ah, young miss! I’m glad you’re here!”
She turned to greet him.
“Terribly sorry about your troubles so far! I’ve got it all sorted out now! Here’s the compensation you should have gotten so far:”
He hands her a large parcel, and looking inside reveals a lot of Pokedollars.
“I apologize if lugging the cash around is inconvenient, I figured you’d appreciate the cash given the issue was over a digital transfer.”
“What was the problem?”
“Well… I don’t know how to put this as delicately as I'd like, but… Our compensation coordinator had an… unfortunate bias against Hypers.”
So that was it.
“Yes, I’m afraid so. He had been recording, technically, but he was directing any funds you earned towards himself. He was fired for that, and I’ll send a memo to my higher-ups to look out for this kind of behavior.”
“Thank you very much.”
“Thank you for your patience with me! Honestly, you’d think once we started having established Hyper gym leaders this sort of conduct would stop, but some things never change I suppose.
“Anyhow, the gym is once again open! Feel free to challenge it at any time!”
“I’ll go now.”
“Splendid! Oh, and here’s something for your Gym challenge!”
He handed her a water bottle.
“To help keep yourself calm and composed! Unova’s gym leaders have a habit of giving their challengers a nervous sweat!”
She nodded in thanks, and started moving forward.
…
Could you really call this a “challenge”? Just pick the superior type by standing on the giant glass with the right color. She was pretty sure the average “quiz” from the next door trainer school was harder than this.
Eventually, she found the trio of restaurant owners at the end of the gym, each a young man maybe in their mid-late teens. Once she passed through the curtains, all three had a slightly startled, but still different reaction. The red-headed man went wide-eyed at Blake, clearly hungering for her as she waddled and jiggled over to her place at the battle stage. The blue-headed man scoffed, rolling his eyes in disgust as she approached, clearly not wanting to deal with her. The green-haired man did not react much until his brothers did, at which point he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
Blake wasn’t sure which reaction to expect as she walked in, but she would never have guessed all three of them.
“Hey, girlie! Wanna battle the mighty Chili!? I can go easy on ya if you like, but-”
His brother hurriedly pulled him aside and whispered,
“Hey, don’t objectify the challenger!”
“This whole charade is disgusting, are we sure she can handle us?”
“Now, Cress, that’s no way to-”
“Can we get started?”
Blake didn’t come here for the theater, unfortunately.
The green-haired man sighed,
“Yes, sorry about that. Anyway, Welcome to the Striaton Gym! My name is Cilan, and here are my brothers, Chili and Cress. As the three who share the title of Gym Leader, we decide which of us you get to face for your Gym challenge! I think, given my brothers’... attitudes, it would be most fair to battle me. Do you accept it?”
She nodded, and stepped into her spot in the battle ring.
“Very well, let us begin!”
He sent out a Lillipup, and She sent out Oshawott. Oshawott simply did the tried-and-true strategy of just blasting the canine until it fainted and was recalled.
Cilan didn’t seem perturbed, however, and threw out his final pokemon: another monkey-like pokemon, but with green fur and a tuft of leaves on its head.
“Alright Pansage, show her what you’re made of!”
Oshawott did not seem scared, but Blake knew what was going to happen. As she was about to recall Oshawott, the otter interrupted,
*Don’t! I got this! I’ll show him who’s stronger!*
… welp.
She ordered Oshawott to Water Gun, barely affecting Pansage at all, before it retaliated with a thin vine, smacking Oshawott on the side of its head, leaving a very visible mark. She then told him to tackle it, still not doing much, before another whip knocked out Oshawott.
Cilan wasn’t sure what to make of it. She clearly knew what she was doing, so why keep Oshawott out for minimal effect if she had another pokemon that would be better?
Afterwards, she sent out Pansear.
*Ey, my turn?*
Blake nodded.
*Ah, I ‘member these. Easy as cake.*
Close enough.
She saw the enemy Pansage was holding onto an Oran berry, hoping to use it to turn the tides. She ordered Pansear to Incinerate Pansage’s hand, and before the grass-type could react, his hope of winning burned away. Also his hand, that also sucked. Pansage clapped back with a sharp karate chop, before he was burned at close-range.
Cilan sighed once more, walking down to greet Blake.
“Well, that’s that I suppose. Congratulations on your first Gym Badge!”
With that handshake, she noticed that he also handed her a small metal badge. Taking it, she pulled out a small case from her bag, placing it inside.
Chili walked down to see her,
“Hey, after this wa-”
Blake had already done a heel-turn, impressive considering her physique, and started to walk away. She knew he was still staring as she left, though.
… …
As she exited the Gym, she saw Bianca waiting for her.
“Hey, Blake! Wanna help me out with something?”
Blake nodded, but started walking towards the Pokemon Center to recover her pokemon. Bianca followed her.
“So, I found a scientist named Fennel, and she was a friend of Juniper! She said she needed help getting a hold of some Dream Mist form the Dreamyard. Would you mind helping me get some?”
Blake nodded.
“Great, I’ll get a head start! See you there!”
After getting her pokemon back in shape, she headed out herself. She had let Oshawott and Pansear out while they travel so they can get some time out of their balls. Oshawott tugged on her skirt,
*So, can we have victory sex now?*
Blake had to stop to process the bluntness of that statement.
“What do you mean?”
*We won. Can we have sex now?*
“I can find you some wild pokemon, sure.”
*No, like, with YOU.*
Oh
“Sorry, I’m not into boys.”
*... huh?*
“I’m not into boys. I only like girls.”
*Then why did you pick me then!? Let me go with that one ditz we met earlier!*
“Her name is Bianca, first of all. Second of all, there wasn’t any particular reason I picked you. I mean, you didn’t seem like a runt.”
Oshawott was speechless.
*Bruh, give up. She ain’t interested.*
*You shut it! I’m her star team member! I should be fucking her whenever I want!*
“No, you shouldn’t. Besides, you’ve just started battling, there will be plenty of opportunities to breed later. Heck, if I find a good female pokemon to train, and she likes you too, you can go at it whenever you want for all I care.”
*Awesome! Thanks!*
*Bro gave up that easy, huh?*
They continued to walk, battling the trainers she skipped over along the way, and eventually found Bianca at the entrance of the Dreamyard.
“Hey Blake! Are you ready!”
Hell yeah.
“Alrighty then, Pansage, use Cut!”
Bianca’s own Pansage, likely one she got from the one lady Blake met, cut down the shrubbery blocking the entrance.
“Alright, let’s go!”
They walked into the dreamyard, and eventually wandered into a large patch of grass that had grown through the concrete. There, they found a small, pink and purple Pokemon. She had a small trunk, a floral design on her body, 4 short, stubby legs and a pair of large breasts, each about as big as her, and capped with puffy pink nipples.
“That’s a Munna! It makes that Dream Mist I was talking about!”
Blake smiled, and before she could figure out how to go about obtaining the Dream Mist, two figures blur past the pair of Hyper kids.
Each one of them were clad in the robes of Team Plasma, one a man and the other a woman.
“Alright little bitch, we got you!”
The Munna was panicked, unaware of how to handle the rapidly developing situation.
“Hey, back off! You’re scaring her!”
“Yeah, what are you gonna do kid!?”
Blake simply ordered Oshawott into battle. The plasma grunt, realizing what was going down, threw out a Patrat. Oshawott was already blasting, and Patrat simply took the hit in place of his trainer, and while Patrat had started to seethe, another blast knocked it out. His partner, panicking, threw out a Purrloin.
“Just get the damn mist! I’ll get the twerps!”
Pansage and Oshawott then started launching attacks at the Purrloin. While the cat didn’t last long, it did buy enough time for the man to start kicking the Munna into the ground,
“C’mon, you stupid bag of mist! Cough it up!”
Only then did Blake smell a strange scent waft through the air. Before she realized what was happening, she saw the leader of Plasma, Ghetsis, appear before them all.
“What incompetence am I witnessing!?”
“L-Lord Ghetsis!?”
“What’re yo-”
“Losing to a pair of children!? CHILDREN!?”
“We-we’re sorry, sir, we-”
“I WANT YOU TO LEAVE MY SIGHT IMMEDIATELY, OR DO I HAVE TO KICK YOU HARDER THAN THAT CHILD OVER THERE!?”
“AAAAAAAH!!!”
The pair of grunts then immediately left, as if their tails were tucked between their legs. Only then did Ghetsis fade into a black mist, and from around a corner a pokemon resembling a larger Munna appeared. She shared many of the same characteristics, yet she seemed to be sleep floating, and she had two pairs of breasts each the size of her body, nipples darkened and leaking slightly.
*Thank you, child.*
The Musharna floated towards them, going to comfort her daughter.
As Blake looked at the pair, Bianca slowly approached,
“Are you two ok? Are you hurt? I have some potions, or berries if you prefer…”
The Musharna looked at Bianca, and smiled
*Your concern is touching, child.*
“Oh, Blake, what should we do about the Dream Mist? We need some for Fennel, but I don’t want to hurt them.”
Blake looked down in thought for a moment, before Musharna interrupted.
*... I believe we can come to an arrangement.*
Blake jerked her head to Musharna, wondering why she said that.
*She is incredibly shy, but I can feel how much she admires you both. If you could keep her safe, then I could entrust her to you…*
At this, the Munna then floated towards Bianca, cuddling into her.
“Aww, you wanna come home with me?... Is that alright?”
Blake shrugged before she noticed the Musharna continue.
*I must reward you for your aid, but I would still be left without a child. If you want to take my daughter…*
Blake noticed a pink fog begin to drift over the area.
*... I would like another*
Blake could feel the lust in her begin to stir, her body heating up and beginning to sweat. It wasn’t much, it could have just been her not having relieved herself for some time. However, for fear that it wasn’t, she looked over to Bianca in concern. Her friend was never allowed to take care of her heats due to the chastity belt she was forced to wear, and now that she was free…
Bianca had to sit down on her massive ass, absentmindedly pawing at her tits, unable to help herself in the face of all her pent-up needs.
*I hope this reward suffices for saving my child. My mist allows me to bring out what you dream of. For a brief time, your dreams will come true.*
She looked over to Bianca, stunned by what she saw.
The poor girl was naked as the day she was born, laying on the grass. Her breasts spread out far on either side, and her legs were resting over them due to the bulk of her ass pushing her waist up. Her stomach, whoever, was the most concerning.
Any time a Hyper female, or any hyper with a womb, goes into heat, a number of egg cells are sent into the womb. Should they be fertilized, nothing else will happen with them. However, should their heat be suppressed, where they do not address their urges, the egg cells never leave or die.
As a result of going her entire life without a single fulfilled heat, Bianca’s stomach had swollen with eggs to at least half the size of her bust, slightly taut but just soft enough to be clear it was not a true pregnancy. Blake wouldn’t be surprised if even so much as a drop of sperm on her stomach would knock her up. For once in her life, she was lucky to be born a hyper as busty as she was: if she wasn’t, the consequences likely would have occurred by now.
*I could not see a clear dream within you, but she had very vivid dreams of you. You are very fortunate to have such a caring, loving companion.*
Blake didn’t know how to respond at first. She liked Bianca, though she never truly considered it romantic. She knew Bianca would be a catch to anyone who could handle her energy, and occasionally thought of marrying her eventually, but never felt too serious about her.
Yet it was clear that Bianca had much stronger feelings for Blake. Blake was one of the few people she could tell anything to. Cheren wasn’t a bad listener, but had trouble consoling her on matters like her chest getting in the way, or what to do about her heats. Blake could understand her through it all though.
“Hey, Blakey, what are you waiting for?”
Blake looked back to see Bianca now clad in white lingerie, almost resembling a wedding dress.
“You don’t have to wait anymore, yknow? I know you’re worried about the responsibility, but I’ve got everything! Come on! Give me a baby! ”
Blake was a little surprised when she didn’t hesitate to disrobe herself. Clearly, she didn’t feel as strongly towards Bianca as Bianca did for her, but she still cared for her best friend. If this was what she wanted…
She undid her shirt and jacket, revealing her breasts in all their glory, leaking milk in rivers down her chest. She unbuckled her skirt and rested her garments on a nearby bush, and as she walked towards Bianca her cock, not held by anything anymore, began to unfurl out of the kid’s breasts. Her cockhead landed square on top of Bianca’s pussy, precum beginning to fill the crevices between her thighs, belly, and breasts.
Blake pushed her hips in.
Bianca let out some half-way mark between a moan and a yell, finally feeling her best friend’s (or wife’s, in this scenario), cock finally push inside of her. Meanwhile, Blake was reeling from her cock entering its first pussy, the tightness of Bianca almost making her blow her load then and there. While trying to maintain her composure as best she could, she started waddling towards her lover, shoving more and more of her tree trunk inside of Bianca’s snatch. Her breasts seemed to go into overdrive, her milk started to flow very quickly. Not wanting to waste anything, she painstakingly raised a nipple up to her mouth, slurping and suckling on her teat as milk dribbled all over her. Her balls began to go into overdrive as well, getting larger and denser at the same time, forcing her to drag it along as she tried to continue.
Her cock, as she walked forward, broke through her cervix and into her womb, surrounded on all sides by egg cells. It was a strange sensation, like her cock was stuck inside a warm jelly. If Bianca wasn’t pregnant already she certainly was now, as precum flooded the cells, a mass of sperm piercing eggs like fireworks dotting a night sky.
Eventually she managed to hilt herself inside of Bianca, her massive cock shooting past Bianca’s head. Bianca grabbed the underside of her breasts and tried to titfuck the insertion (and also her legs in the process, given her position). The new sensation caused Blake to erupt, blowing her load inside of Bianca, burying underneath her own belly. How the weight wasn’t crushing her at this point was beyond the thought or concern of all involved.
Bianca had finally managed to recover a little bit of her sanity before Blake rolled her over, resting her on top of her massive belly and tits, and started ramming again.
… …
It was late in the afternoon by the time the coitus stopped. Bianca sat unconscious atop an inflated belly bigger than the rest of her combined, the Munna sleeping on the small of her back. Blake sat on her ass, sucking an engorged, purple nipple as Musharna floated beside her, the pokemon sporting her own cum gut, stuffed as much as she could be.
*Thank you. Today will be a very memorable day. Even despite the incident that brought us here, today was splendid.*
Blake smiled while she snuck a finger inside one of Musharna’s other nipples, the sudden stimulation causing Musharna to cum again.
Bianca groaned as her eyes fluttered awake, trying to move before realizing she was pinned. She looked at her breasts, and her belly, and suddenly the past several hours flooded back into her mind.
“Hey, uh Blake?”
Blake stopped suckling and walked over to Bianca.
“So, uh… that wasn’t a dream?”
Blake shook her head, smiling.
“Uh… look, I, uh…”
Blake simply bent down, thankfully far less encumbered by her balls, and pecked Bianca on the lips.
“Bianca, you’re my best friend, you always will be, and I love you.”