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Spotlights danced throughout the stage, casting down upon the trainers and their Pokémon. Wooden floorings, marble furnishings, ravishing audiences and the smell of coconut oil greeted all those that have participated thus far. They stood above everyone else as their partners nuzzled their legs or barked at the crowd. For the finalists of the Pokémon beauty pageant, this is what the last few weeks of their lives built up to.
Which is why it was such a shame that you and your Gardevoir couldn’t say the same in regards to yourselves.
Sitting on a nearby bench outside, you sat before a camera crew videotaping an interview. The last month or so were some of the longest days of your lives. Battling in tournaments never suited either you or Gardevoir, nor did working in any research field either. Any risk that you or your Pokémon might get hurt were too unbearable to consider. Your true destiny resigned in a much simpler life instead. One where you and your partner could be truly happy without worrying over anything strenuous that may consume your life.
At least that’s what you thought until you entered the world of beauty pageants. Stepping inside changed your lives once you signed your beloved Gardevoir up. Every day began by waking up early to get her groomed, just to end at midnight with little resolved.
Bags formed under your eyes. You postponed meeting friends or other important events in the hopes of getting Gardevoir ready. You even took your other Pokémon to battle throughout Hoenn in the hopes of raising enough money to afford equipment.
Yet nothing you did worked. In spite of all your efforts, Gardevoir placed as the fifth best Pokémon in August’s run. She failed to crack the top three, let alone make it to the finals. The entirety of your throat felt dry. You still couldn’t believe it after everything you two did. All a waste. All a waste…
“Er, is everything okay?”
Your heart came to a stop. Glancing up from the floor, you saw the two interviewers tapping their feet. A young woman held a microphone to her chest while a boxy man positioned his camera towards you. You’d seen them at some point on Route 20. You fought them in order to build up enough money. Yet even in defeat, it seems they could find camaraderie alongside you.
“Oh, uh, sure. We’re ready to start now.” you muttered. Gardevoir scooted next to you. A whimper escaped her lips as she nodded her head.
“Excellent. So tell us, what’s your plan on coming back in October should you choose to compete again?” asked the interviewer. “Do you and Gardevoir hope to wow the audiences with anything new on your next go?”
The inside of your mouth went dry. Gardevoir shielded her face as you leaned against the wall, rattling your fingers by the side.
“That’s… hard to say. I did pour a lot of money towards this, and losing at the semi-finals doesn’t even earn you anything.” you commented. “Maybe I can return if I come across more money, but it’s going to take awhile before then.”
Hearing your words tied Gardevoir’s stomach into a knot. They struck her silent, shutting her down completely as she chewed on her lip. It’s all she can think about as you and the interviewer continued.
Lashes flicker as tears pricked the corners of her eyes. For the past seven years, Gardevoir stood by your side. Be it in battle or your day-to-day life, she stayed alongside you no matter what. To her, you are her whole world. The one who taught her how special humans can be upon meeting her. Through smiles and tears, she’s never let you down.
So why then did she crack upon hearing the mere mention of you losing? She wiped her eyes and took a deep breath. You never said her name, yet the fear remained poignant in her head. The further she listened along, the tighter the pressure in her gut grew.
“Well, I’m sure finding more money won’t be an issue. And it’s not like that’s all you should try to strive for.” encouraged the young lady. “Winning isn’t everything, you know.”
“Oh, definitely. I know it isn’t about the prize and all that.” you said as you rubbed the back of your head. “Anything you first start trying to do is always going to be kinda rough.”
Gardevoir cleaned her face again before glimpsing at you. She held her hands together as she studied your body. The way your brow furrowed, how you dragged your foot against the floor. Nothing could break her concentration. Whatever went through your mind certainly didn’t leave hers.
“Well, that’s true. Though that doesn’t mean you should still slack off.” remarked the cameraman. His partner nudged his side and pursed her lips.
“Ty!”
“What?” he asked nonchalantly. “I’m just saying they can do anything they want next time. That doesn’t mean it’s necessarily going to be… good…”
Daggers fired at Ty as Gardevoir slumped back in her seat. A lump formed in the back of her throat, threatening to force its way out. She covered her face before burying herself in her lap. Anything to keep it from escaping, anything to prevent embarrassing you at your lowest peak.
Unfortunately, it didn’t last. A loud sob forced its way out of Gardevoir’s mouth. She cried into her hands as you and the interviewers glanced at her.
Immediately, you wrapped your arms around Gardevoir and pulled her against you. Her sniffles grew muffled against your chest. The back of your hand ran through her grassy bangs, yet did nothing else. All you can do is let her breathe.
“I-It’s okay, Gardevoir. It’s okay…” you whispered softly.
Heartbeats furiously pounded within her chest and into your ear. Gardevoir pushed you back before giving you a tearful stare. Her eyes were beet-red thanks to the streams running down them. Before you had a chance to wipe them, she ran off into the backstage and out the door!
Your eyebrows shot to the roof. All at once, you and the interviewers sat up and ran after her. Footsteps stomped across the ground as shudders ran down your spine. This sort of meltdown never occurred with Gardevoir before. If anything were to happen to her - to your Pokémon… you may as well disappear alongside her.
“Gardevoir!! Gardevoir, where are you!?” you shouted. “Gardevoir?!!”
Keeping the camera steady, Ty and his partner followed behind you into a private dressing room. Though no matter where you looked, Gardevoir didn’t appear. She always came one step ahead. At best you might catch a glimpse of her silky, white dress disappearing behind a corner, only to turn around and find nothing there.
Wherever Gardevoir went you didn’t know. She didn’t even know where she was going. Her jittering legs carried her all the way to the far reaches of the hallway before bumping into somebody.
The world pulled away from Gardevoir for a brief moment. She collapsed onto her back and glanced up to see a figure in a brown coat staggering in place. Light glistened off of a metal briefcase in his hands. It blinded Gardevoir long enough before she saw him turn to her and tighten his grip.
Chewing on her lip, Gardevoir stepped back as she got a better look at the man. He seemed fairly skinny with no facial hair on his slender face. The inside of his coat revealed numerous vials ranging in a variety of warm colors. Oddly enough, he reeked of cologne and mildew. It caused Gardevoir to gag before the stranger fanned away his own fumes, as if even he were disgusted by himself.
“Ohohoho, you’ll have to forgive me little one.” he chuckled. “I just thought I’d relax now that the show is over.”
The air evened out in Gardevoir’s lungs. She stayed on the floor as the stranger leaned in to take a closer look at her. One look at the gentle crimson touch in her eyes had him furrowing his brow. Dried streaks that appeared to have been tears were still etched onto Gardevoir’s cheeks. Most damning of all, however, is the golden locket around her neck. He held it up to his face to find what appeared to be her trainer’s name on it.
That metal heart. The stranger saw it not too long ago. A Gardevoir that looked just like her went on stage wearing it next to her trainer. One that looked an awful lot like the youngster marching towards them…
“Gardevoir! Gardevoir, come back here!” you shouted. “You know what I told you about strangers!”
Both the stranger and Gardevoir quickly glance back at you. The crack in your tone had Gardevoir returning to you, as opposed to the stranger who stayed put. He sat down on a nearby bench and placed the briefcase next to him. Your shadow looming over him did little to break his concentration.
Once you arrived in front of him, the stranger simply brushed off his coat and glimpsed at you. Gardevoir stayed by your side and hugged your leg. All she wanted was to go home, yet the fire in your eyes told her it wouldn’t be happening so soon.
“Hey… were… were you doing anything weird to her?” you asked in-between deep breaths.
Despite being alone, you knew blowing up on this random man would create more problems. Looking over at Gardevoir revealed her to be in the same state you saw her in before (no less upset than ever), so you chose to keep your cool as the stranger cleared his throat.
“Oh, no, don’t worry! I understand being concerned if your Pokémon ran off after such a defeat.” he explained.
His casual tone gave you goosebumps. Even if you didn’t outright accuse him, the mere insinuation should have earned you scorn. Is that why he mentioned the contest then…?
“You… you were there?” you asked.
“Of course I was! It’s a shame you lost too,” he lamented, “your Gardevoir is quite the looker.”
The hairs on the back of Gardevoir's neck stopped up. Pupils dilated as the stranger winked at her. She blushed to herself before you pressed your hand against your chest.
“Uh… thanks…” you muttered.
“Haha, don’t mention it!” chuckled the stranger. “Of course, you’re never going to win any contests if you don’t buy the right, er… equipment. And I think I have just the front loaded tools that might help. If you’re interested, that is.”
“I think we’re good.”
You turned on your heel and took Gardevoir by the hand. Today has been enough of a disaster already. Between losing the contest and having Gardevoir almost get lost, you just wanted to go home to sleep the rest of the afternoon away.
So why then did you feel a tug on your way back?
As you craned your head to the side, you discovered Gardevoir staring intently at the suitcase next to the stranger. She didn’t even stare back at you. The silver case’s gleam absolutely mesmerized her. One hand reached out to give it a touch while the other was pulled back by you.
“Ergh, c’mon Gardevoir. We don’t have time to see what he might be selling.”
You dragged her back towards you to no avail. Feet slammed into the ground and skidded towards the stranger, much to his amusement. Her resolve strengthened as he unhooked the locks and flipped it open.
“Hey, don’t be so presumptuous! They’re just some big experiments I did at my laboratory.” the stranger explained. “If you wish, I could have some surgery done on her later this week. Assuming the two of you consent, of course.”
Goosebumps raced across your spine. You didn’t need to even tilt your head to find Gardevoir redirecting her attention at you. Her fingers interlocked next to yours and grew tighter the longer she held on. Once you mustered the courage to have a look at her, you found her lips quivering at the sheer size of the silicone bags on display.
On their own, they were each bigger than Gardevoir’s own head. She touched them just to have her entire finger sink to the other side. Pressing them together caused the fun bags to ooze over and under her hands. Pulses rang in her ears until she let them go, before giving them another squeeze. Gardevoir never knew what breasts were supposed to feel like. She saw them before on humans and even on Meloetta, yet having them this close was completely different.
It intrigued her at the very least.
You on the other hand struggled to swallow the lump in your throat. No matter how cheap they were, could you afford to have some stranger on the black market cut into your Gardevoir’s skin and lift her body like this? The moment you signed the paper, her life would never be the same.
Granted, it isn't as if it's a life Gardevoir enjoyed whatsoever. Today alone is enough to tell you that. And even if you refused the deal, there isn't much of a life to go back to. All there is is sitting at home in your apartment, catering to one another and working your slave wage job. Your hand instinctively placed itself onto her shoulder; palm caressing against her back. A small gasp can be heard, followed by her staring back at you again.
The reluctant, albeit blossoming, grin on your face is enough to say everything. That you finally might give in and make both of your dreams come true? To finally lead towards a new life? It gave her the strength to reciprocate the look back at you.
And that is how you came to find yourself returning to the stadium in October gripping your fingers against your seat. The back of your throat became dry. You couldn’t so much as look at the front stage lest your heart began pounding sporadically.
It took time. Seconds passed by before you saw your Gardevoir dance her way onto the stage. Each foot stepped before the other, just as she spun in a circle. Hands sashayed against the sides before they raised up. They reached the top, yet did nothing else. Instead, they cupped her two new massive mounds that made up her breasts and pressed it towards the crowd.
As you watched Gardevoir jiggle her jugs at them, your jaw went slack. The young Pokèmon sauntered towards the right and got on one knee. Tits oozed out of her dress and spilled small portions in all directions. Her nipples never revealed themselves, although the outline that held them grew smaller the further she reached out.
She blinked a few times before blowing a kiss. It’s hard to tell at such a far distance, though as you leaned your head in closer, there appeared to be drops of sweat spilling down her forehead. The smile on Gardevoir’s face jittered amidst her flirting. At times, it goes between an awkward grin to a flirtatious pout. That the crowd failed to notice and focused instead on her big boobs was a miracle, given what little time you spent preparing.
Granted, it didn’t seem to matter how much you got ready leading up to the contest. After just less than a month to prepare yourselves following two weeks to heal after surgery, Gardevoir became acquainted with her new chest. How her hands glazed over them and squeezed her new tits dry was unlike anything you ever saw at that point. They were obviously plastic by the way they moved about. Sleeping on the floor splayed them to the sides, leaving an entire row to her mouth exposed. At times, Gardevoir slipped them free to let her new girls breathe.
Adjusting to moving throughout your apartment became her biggest challenge once she finished healing. At any moment, Gardevoir walked through the hallway and then accidentally knocked something to the floor courtesy of her massive mounds. Toasters, framed pictures, lamps, drinks or snacks. So long as they weren’t nailed down, they became a shattered stain on the carpet.
Whenever something came crashing down, Gardevoir always acted upon helping you clean it. A cold chill befell you during those first few days. Obviously, she meant no ill will towards you about this. In spite of her new enhancements, Gardevoir’s heart stayed in the same place it always resided. She always maintained her best behavior next to you while she learned from her mistakes. The night she learned how to get her dress on and not have the seams split at the front became a cause of celebration. If she overcame her own naturally born outfit, new chest or not, then there’s no doubt the beauty contest would be a cinch.
Turning your attention back to the stage, you witnessed Gardevoir strut to the left; hands placed firmly on her hips. How they contrasted against her enormous top elicited gasps. Both breasts jiggled after every step she took. At times, Gardevoir stopped moving to give her breasts a hug. Arms tightened around them until they squished over the top and bottom. Pushing them to the crowd made them lean against their seats. They had seen Pokémon present themselves sexually before, just not ones granted such benefits as hers.
That’s when Gardevoir lifted her tits to her chin and let them collapse. Shockwaves rattled up one breast to the other. She puckered her lips and blew a kiss to the crowd, resulting in an uproarious applause. The sound forced you to clamp your ears shut. Cries rattled the entire stage, seeping past your hands. That it came courtesy of your own Pokémon did soften the blow a bit, even if it didn’t go any better on your ears. Nevertheless, Gardevoir finished her performance and took one last bow. How her teardrop-shaped tits didn’t reveal her areolas remained a mystery to this day.
Gardevoir returned to your side amidst a chorus of cheers and clapping. She sat on your lap and wrapped her arms around you. The warmth radiating off her breasts gave you goosebumps. Hairs stood tall on your arms while you hesitantly returned the favor. At such a close distance, you could hear Gardevoir’s heart beating past her silicon chest. Thumps rang off every two seconds. It sounded so much more gentle than what you expected.
“G-Gardevoir… you-”
Just as her head nestled against your shoulder, the sound of a microphone popping dragged your attention to the stage. The announcer stood in front of a crowd and reconfigured the stand.
Buzzes rang throughout the stadium. Tremors ran across your body, surging all the way to Gardevoir. You took deep breaths through your nose, yet your heart didn’t slow down. Whatever they might say would be a matter of life or death. Everything that followed the last few weeks all came down to this.
“And the winner is…”
Hands clenched together until you and Gardevoir’s knuckles went white. This is it. The time to do or die.
“Theeeeee lovely Gardevoir with her boundless… prowess and her wonderful owner! Will you both come to the stand please?”
Your fingers popped. About five seconds went by in order to process what he said. Even Gardevoir’s dress tickling your arm failed to register. If it weren’t for her breasts brushing onto your hand, you might not have realized you weren’t dreaming.
When you did snap back to reality, you immediately shot up from your seat. Taking Gardevoir’s hand, the two of you ran towards the center of the stage. Footsteps stomped behind you every step of the way. There’s no chance what he said could be true. Even as the two of you took your stand next to him, the inside of your mouth went dry.
That is until he handed the celebratory ribbon over to you before a smiling crowd. Gardevoir leaned next to you and kissed your cheek. The audience’s mewling had your entire body shaking sporadically. That Gardevoir might do something like that without question already felt embarrassing. To have an entire audience as your witness lit a fire under your seat. Knowing they would never have a bond as close as yours was everything you ever wanted.
“I must say, I’m surprised you were willing to enter your Gardevoir sporting such incredible, er, features.” the announcer stammered. “Last I recalled, she seemed pretty ordinary. What persuaded the two of you to give her such an enhancement?”
It took one glance from Gardevoir to give you the answer you needed.
“Well… Pokèmon aren’t any different than we are when it comes to cosmetics or building confidence. If one of them wants to have surgery done to be even prettier, then who are we to deny them? They deserve the right to be as happy as can be so long as they don’t get hurt!”
You firmly planted the ribbon onto Gardevoir’s right breast. She made a loud gasp just as you pulled her in closer. The warmth radiating off her body had your palms sweating. Despite looking back at the crowd, Gardevoir’s boobs leaking over your chest remained out of the corner of your eye. Their milky white sheen glistened against the spotlights.
It took everything in your power to focus back on your speech. Gardevoir’s cleavage extended into an unending pit that threatened to pull you in. That she smiled at you once you resumed speaking to the crowd again was enough to shake your repose.
“And as long as I have Gardevoir by my side, I’m not gonna give up chasing my dreams! We will show the Hoenn region just what we can do by helping our Pokèmon live the lives they want!”
Thunderous applause rang throughout the stadium. It blared louder than any previous speech you saw at the show. The ear-splitting volume didn’t even make you flinch. Your body simply shuddered against the sound as Gardevoir wrapped her arms around you in a warm embrace.
Turning back to her revealed tears beading against the corners of her eyes. You wiped them aside only to have Gardevoir hold your hand and kiss your fingertips. Shudders ran through your spine, reaching all the way to your feet.
At first, your mouth opened in an attempt to tell her to stop. Being this clingy in public might get you both in trouble if her massive tits didn’t already. However, upon her lips reaching towards the back of your hands, the glimmer in her eyes brightened.
She stared directly at you while still kissing your hand. Words need not apply to what she might be saying. Amidst the cries of the crowd, Gardevoir’s soft expression alone told you this wouldn’t be the end. The journey you two started had just begun, and if your victory here went by this flawlessly, then she looked forward to making you even prouder.
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The edges of your face creased into a long, relaxed grin. Ten months ago was when she last made that promise. Ten months of entering new contests only to win with little resistance. Ten months of watching your income flourish faster than any battles may hope to achieve. And ten months of watching your beloved Gardevoir transform beyond anything evolution could provide.
You stretched your arms back against your head and nestled against Gardevoir in bed. Her breasts spilled past her top, covered only by your biceps. Following your numerous victories across every city in Hoenn, her appearance warped beyond the humble young creature you first found her as. Just having big boobs wasn’t enough. Using the money the two of you accrued, she strewed together a new plethora of plastic parts to become the sexiest Pokèmon ever brewed by science itself.
Cerulean locks fell past her shoulders leading to a new, blue hairdo courtesy of her new tan. Fingers rustled through her hair as Gardevoir bit her massive black-coated lip. The two of you were always fascinated by the allure of shiny Pokèmon. You were never able to find them, however Gardevoir didn’t mind taking some changes in order to become one. Anything to give you something nicer to look at alongside her other new injections.
Larger lips aside, Gardevoir’s ass doubled the size of her head and stood strongly past her increasingly paler silky dress. You grabbed onto her butt past the cloth before rubbing both cheeks in circles. Hot breaths waft onto her neck, inciting Gardevoir to kiss yours. The fat of a Snorlax found itself injected into both her ass and her lips sometime after your third victory. Whatever funds were remaining didn’t matter. Your wallet would find itself replenished by the time Gardevoir put her money maker to use.
And what a money-maker she provided. Your bulge nestled into her crotch the longer you held on. The palms of your hands pushed her cheeks apart, desperate to venture further. As Gardevoir leaned closer to you, a wide smile creased at the edges of her face. Her teeth glistened against her bloated lips. You hadn’t even said anything to her, yet your actions spoke louder than whatever words you could say.
Until now, the idea of having sex with Gardevoir passed your mind whenever you were dreaming or joking about it alongside friends. Never would you actually go out of your way to make love to her. Certainly not after what you two experienced together. So why then did your pulses ring upon slipping your pants off? As you stared at your throbbing rod freed of your underwear’s hold, Gardevoir pressed her hand to her mouth before giving your crown a deep kiss.
“A-ah… yes…” you mumbled. “G-Gardevoir?”
Your testicles squirmed the moment she let go. Gardevoir rose up and pried her pussy lips apart. Very slowly did she press into your stained tip, going all the way down the moment it felt itself inside her. In just a minute, Gardevoir got herself situated on your body (a miracle given how fast she initially assumed position). Until now, neither of you had sex with anyone else, yet you didn’t move no matter how surprising she came across. You were each other’s own worlds, however. So if anyone might claim your virginity, it might as well be her.
By the time Gardevoir got into her stance, your chest reached its boiling point. Drool fell to the bed, pooling in alongside your sweat. Putting aside your pants, you and Gardevoir were still technically clothed. She needed to pull the top part of her dress aside to let you get a taste of her tits and plant her nipples below your nose.
Gardevoir shuddered and moaned as you sucked her breast. Her hips rocked against your waist, keeping a steady pace. You pulled on her breast, mewling loudly to yourself. Frantic, verbose gasps awaited you in return. Already, Gardevoir’s tempo became shaken trying to control herself.
The girthy lump in her body festered until you thrusted forward. Despite being on the ground, Gardevoir’s plastic physique gave you plenty of room to move around. Yanking the other breast resulted in her nipples hardening to their sharpest point. The one in your mouth found itself nestled in your teeth while your thumb massaged her free titty.
Everything up to your wrist disappeared as soon as you pushed inward. A shot of warmth tingled your veins and sent goosebumps through your nerves. It forced you to start sucking harder, swallowing more of Gardevoir’s breast outside of her merely nipple. As Gardevoir reared her body towards her, your tongue followed suit. She slammed herself on top of your dick and cried. When you saw her gazing upon the ceiling, your brow shot to the roof.
She no longer resembled the Gardevoir you first met on a lonely route. Now she stood as a star. A great, big, shining, beautiful star. And one you helped curate thanks to your love alone.
Reaching to the hand embedded into her tit, Gardevoir grabbed it and held on tight. Knuckles whitened the harder she gripped you. The amount of pressure having contorted in her stomach made her next few thrusts rushed in comparison to earlier. She stopped staring at you, rather taking the time to gaze at all the trophies in your room courtesy of her magnificent assets.
Reflective, golden patterns bounced off of the light. Every trophy or medal the two of you accrued were lined together in a wooden case behind the bed. Watching them bounce whenever her hips slammed into your dick gave her chills. The heat generated from your passion gave her the strength to continue, yet her achievements dancing madly gave Gardevoir cause for concern.
An empty space sat in the middle of the cabinet, waiting to have tomorrow’s winning potentially fill its slot. Could you two secure the victory? Almost a year came and went by the time Gardevoir ‘evolved’. Her face alongside those jiggling jugs were iconic to those who attended Hoenn’s beauty pageants. Anyone might be able to secure the funds to beautify their own Pokémon. Especially if they wanted an edge of their own.
The sudden slack-jawed expression on her face morphed into a frown. That’s when you used your other hand to hold hers. She jolted her head up and found you smiling intently at her. You couldn’t resist watching her huge lips quiver, nor did you resist her embrace. Seeing how far she came when you first met made your muscle rip harder than ever. You had to finish this now. Especially considering how much she earned it.
With that, Gardevoir resumed pounding her hips away at you until her pelvis hurt. Having so much of your penis dive deep just to disappear and return again gave her a surge of adrenaline. You merely strengthened your hold on her. She simply moaned up to your ear. You were so close to cumming, she knew it. Why else did your balls tense the moment her juices encased your cock?
Your lungs twisted as your penis became light. Thinking quickly, Gardevoir kissed you on the mouth, letting you breathe through her. For the first time in what must have been ages did you both let go. Arms reached around your shoulders just as the first load splashed inside of Gardevoir without notice. A brief pause went by until Gardevoir realized you came; gasping at the hot white spunk crawling to your belly. She had yet to see cum at this point, much less her own. She would have expected it to be much… thinner than expected.
Expectations were dashed again upon you grabbing the edges of the bed. You came a second time, mixing loads of cum in Gardevoir’s body. She wailed at the ceiling and sighed. At that moment, a strange light leading to her chest appeared. It came in the form of a crimson thin line, one so bright it had Gardevoir wincing at the sight. The last thing you remembered before it disappeared was her letting loose and collapsing on top of you. Her marshmallowy melons sent you off to sleep. To prepare yourselves in terms of what tomorrow might hold…
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To be standing alongside Gardevoir at the finalists cup never fully registered to you. You would sooner believe what happened last night occurred than to be standing next to her hand-in-hand. Yet the audience’s applause and her lips blowing kisses to them confirmed your head’s haziest dreams. The scent of lilacs ran rampant across her silicon figure. A glistening golden trophy shined far in the distance, waiting to be taken home by the two of you.
That’s when the knot in your stomach tightened and you took a deep breath. That Gardevoir’s jaw dropped upon seeing the other three contestants wasn’t lost on you. How you wish victory would be as easy to secure as you imagined. That Gardevoir might do a dance and wow the crowd, taking the trophy in just sixty seconds. If only it were true - if only your opponents hadn’t found the time to adapt given the months that followed your success.
Standing next to you were three trainers and their fellow Pokémon. In order, your opponents were a Tsareena who’s ass cheeks were as large as beach balls, a Frosslass sporting bouncing tits covered by snowflake pasties, and a Lopunny that balanced both assets. That their thighs didn’t match the size of their cheeks nor did their breasts droop similarly to tear drops wasn’t a surprise. Your dream of Pokémon cosmetics evolving came true at a hefty cost. Now, your only hope of winning lied in Gardevoir’s charms, lest your opponents gain the advantage. Anything less would be a repeat of events before.
As the trainers backed up to let their Pokémon shine, you leaned forward and kissed Gardevoir on the cheek. Soft cooes rang from the audience following your departure. It took everything in Gardevoir’s power to resist cracking. Watching the other Pokémon wiggle or spank their asses and tits gave her chills she thought she already suppressed.
“Thank you very much ladies and gentlemen for coming to tonight’s show!” yelled the announcer. “After months of competition, we’ve finally come down to our own little Elite Four of beauties who will be holding one final performance! Please cast your votes when they’re done and we will crown the winner afterwards.”
Stepping off the stage, the announcer pressed a button on his remote to envelop Gardevoir and her competitors in a veil of darkness. When the lights came on, however, everyone assumed their position. The space surrounding all of the Pokémon stood far enough so that their performances would be undeterred by one another.
Both Lopunny and Tsareena started the show by twerking while Froslass got on her knees. Lavender breasts pooled onto the floor, wobbling to the audience’s delight. She placed a finger to her lips and mewled at them. Taking the center stage allowed her to thrust her tits at them, all while the larger bottomed girls fought on each side.
What results is a cacophony of cooing and clapping that Gardevoir did her best to take the reins on. At first, she stood above Froslass and placed her hands on her hips, bouncing her tits side-to-side. Being a few cups shorter than Froslass, it helped to have herself on top so that it might drive attention towards her. Flipping her dress aside to give them a peek at her ass jiggling certainly helped.
What didn’t help was the loud tempo created by Lopunny and Tsareena twerking nearby. Their hips bucked backwards, allowing their cheeks to create ripples upon impact. Tsareena’s larger seat made it worse, given that its volume ruled out Lopunny’s immediately. The claps were able to drown whatever attempts at a beat she tried to create, which were only salvaged by Lopunny spinning forward and shaking her ass behind herself. That way, the audience could watch her boobs clap as well as see her butt shake over her shoulders.
Gardevoir’s breasts, despite being no less bountiful than they were in the past, couldn’t match the trio’s pace alone or otherwise. Her sloshing did little to stop Froslass’ showcase as she grinded her own butt up Gardevoir’s crotch. Friction skirted across her pussy, causing Gardevoir’s legs to shake. Shaking her tits couldn’t shake off the pain, nor did it keep the audience focused on the show the rest of the Pokèmon displayed.
You watched behind the stadium as Gardevoir briefly glanced at you. She may not have been crying, yet the way her face scrunched together told you anything. How her brow creased underneath the pressure she felt on all corners. The swaying of her breasts slowed to a crawl. All of the fight in her started to fizzle away.
“That a girl, Froslass!” shouted her trainer. “I knew you could do it!”
“Yahoo, that Wailmer blubber is paying off! Shake it, Tsareena! Let ‘em hear ya clap!” Tsareena’s trainer breathed down your neck. The wild look in his beady eyes gave you something else to shake at.
Where Lopunny’s trainer went, you didn’t know. Heavy pants were heard on the other end of the stage, finally forcing you to bolt from your fellow competitors. Not that you would be getting on stage, of course. Instead, you bolted to the other side of the backroom and cleared your throat. You needed all your strength if Gardevoir were to hear you.
“Gardevoir!!” you yelled. “I can’t tell you how proud I am after how far we’ve come! Remind them now! Remind them of what we did to bring you here! To make you who you are today!”
Your voice carried itself past the sounds of the Pokémon’s thunderous applause. Gardevoir found you waving at her and cupped her hands over her mouth. A warm rush overwhelmed her body, forcing her to finally stop shaking her breasts. The longer she stared at you, the fiercer the fire grew. It spread to her limbs all the way to her brain as she made a shrill shriek, one that rang through the walls of the building.
Pink light emanated within her cleavage. Gardevoir’s competitors stopped as she enveloped herself in a glassy shell. Muscles ripped throughout her body and stretched her bones beyond what her flesh could provide. The audience members shielded their faces away from the blinding aura - you simply stayed back, crossed your heart and prayed.
Behind the glowing lights and girthy shell, Gardevoir’s figure molded itself in. Breasts jolted to her knees, supported by her dress contorting alongside them. It ran to her hips and curved into the shape of a bell. Were it not for her ass ballooning outward, she may not have been able to hold it.
Her body grew by a few extra inches until she stood well past six feet. When the aura faded, the crowd stayed quiet. Visually, Gardevoir remained mostly the same. Her tits and ass were much larger, yet the applied cosmetics applied to her earlier didn’t disappear. If anything, the transformation seemed to grant her greater assets alongside a regal appearance rather than change her drastically.
Just when the situation started to simmer, however, you squirmed at the sudden tinge of heat circumventing in your nerves. Your breath grew heavy as Gardevoir squeezed her breasts. The heat seemed to grow stronger in her presence. And judging by the way she cooed and moaned, you weren’t alone in undergoing this passionate maelstrom.
Once you saw those huge, juicy lips stretch into a grin, however, the fire in your body softened. Gardevoir waved her body gently side-by-side. Breasts wobbled past her shoulder length, threatening to smack her competitors unless they crouched below her. Tsareena and Lopunny held their asses high up, only to have Gardevoir’s breasts glide over them. The silky texture of her tits coupled alongside their smooth bodies made them weak in the knees. Her embrace came across as so gentle, yet the way her tits oozed off their asses made it so that moving would be too dangerous.
They were forced to stay put just as Gardevoir placed one hand on her hip and the other on her neck. She took a step forward, thrusting her chest at the crowd. Hands reached to cop a feel, just to have Gardevoir shake a finger at them. Anything beyond staring would be strictly off limits, unless you were the one groping her.
Attempting to crawl beneath her, Froslass carefully shifted backwards showing her special snowflakes to the crowd. Gardevoir’s boobs outclassed hers following her transformation, however it didn’t slow the rush she continued to feel. That her sharp, ivory tits stood apart from Gardevoir’s pure white melons somewhat helped.
What didn’t help was the small space provided by Gardevoir spreading her legs apart. As Froslass made it so that Gardevoir’s ass cheeks stood above her head, her own boobs got stuck in the middle of her competitor’s calves. A sharp gasp passed by Froslass’ mouth. She dug her fingers into the floor and pulled herself away to no avail. They merely oozed to the side as Gardevoir continued to belly dance.
Whenever she took another step, Gardevoir kept her other foot in place and held her balance. She grabbed the sides of her dress before spreading her arms. One leg lifted upward as she faced to the other side of the stage and gave the audience a clear view of her bell-shaped ass. Thighs jiggled as soon as came to a stop. Even with the time spent shifting, however, Froslass failed to free herself. The size of gargantuan melons continued to pin her to the ground, leaving her to watch Gardevoir smirk to herself.
She blew a kiss to the crowd, unaware that Froslass wretched underneath. Having her ass jiggling while her tits continued to clap made for the best of both worlds. All three of her contestants stayed on the floor, with Lopunny covering her ears to muffle the powerful blasts made by Gardevoir’s tits. They stayed absolutely still and constantly shook to themselves, refusing to move.
None of them dared to lay a finger on Gardevoir. The gleam in her eyes glistened in wake of the audience chanting her name. You stayed off-stage, unable to close your jaw. Gardevoir stole the show and forced her opponents away without trying or noticing. Their trembling bodies became white noise in the midst of her turning to the front again. It’s a matter of bending over and sticking her ass in the air so as to follow in the footsteps of her fellow Pokémon, all while she put her own spin on what they did. Delivering the best balance of tits and ass she could.
Just as Gardevoir made her ass bounce in sync with her boobs, however, a buzzer sounded off and the lights came on again. She came to a standstill; tits swinging like a pendulum until they froze. It took the help of Lopunny and Tsareena to set her free, having her tits slip by with a sudden pop ! Gardevoir gasped when she saw her stumbling to her feet. An entire transformation passed by and just now did she see her.
You and the other humans raced to your Pokémon. A sweaty, thin man made it to his Lopunny with his fly undone. He gave her a hug, leaning his hands incredibly close to her breasts.
“Did… did you win?” he asked in a huff.
Lopunny frowned, gesturing to the announcer who also appeared to be melting. They approached the stand and tapped the mic as they spoke.
“Ehem! Alright, I do believe we’ve seen just enough! And might I say, the votes so far are coming in a little one-sided. Not that I can entirely blame everybody…”
A small chuckle was followed by a brief glance at the results screen. Gardevoir hugged you tightly, refusing to loosen her grip. This was it. Everything built up to this moment.
“Gardevoir! Would you come up here and take your trophy? You and your wonderful trainer, I should say?”
Bones popped in your shoulder. Gardevoir dragged you to the announcer, keeping you stuck to her breasts. Holding the trophy in one hand and you in the other, Gardevoir found herself met by way of cheers and flowers, some landing in her cleavage. Sparkling tears spilled on the floor. Just by seeing her smile followed by her nuzzling your head, however, you knew exactly why they fell. Thus why you wiped her eyes and took hold of her hands, pressing her right up to your chest.
You kissed Gardevoir on the mouth amidst the crowd’s cheers. A sudden clunk fell beside your feet as she fully embraced you. Her squishy tits enveloped you in her body, ensuring neither of you would be going anywhere. At least until you were done celebrating.
Once more, Gardevoir rustled through your hair while you squeezed her new mega-sized ass. Whatever challenges were up ahead didn’t matter. If the future looked this bright from the back and the front, you and Gardevoir stood ready for anything. So long as there were new journeys to conquer alongside your big-bosomed beloved.