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Before dawn broke, there was activity not usual for Eterna Forest scurrying through the foggy dark trees. Plans were being set into motion, products of months of painstaking research and development finally getting deployed. This was just a test, but, if this went well, it would bear fruit inconceivable… in more ways than one, as it would soon turn out. White tatters of cloth trailed in the air behind them, symbols resembling black arrowheads with two rings around the end… whoever they were, they were organized, though it wasn’t exactly like the area had never seen costumed goons up to no good.
Just as soon as the area bustled with secret signals and silent nods between teammates, though, it fell silent once again. The nocturnal pokémon headed to their nests as the sun came up, the morning pokémon arose with a new day’s vigor, and everything seemed as it usually did…
Hours later, in the Eterna City Gym, Gardenia had been, to put it bluntly, going through it. While it was the gym leader’s duty to serve as tests of a League trainer’s skill, and, in a reductive kind of way, to get beaten, it had been an awfully active season. Something must’ve been in the water or something, she figured, because it had been more than a few years since there were this many trainers coming in to battle her. Sure, of course, for every winner of the Forest Badge there were a few wins, though nothing really gave her the opportunity to show off … such is the curse of an early gym leader.
Fortunately, it was about time for the gym to close… and, although she had another day of gym duties ahead of her tomorrow, the day after that was an off day! All she had to do was separate that day into individual two hour chunks, then those into one hour pieces, then thirty minutes a pop… honestly, if she just kept her mind on the task ahead of her, those ten hours will slide by in, like, two hours. Three, tops.
But that’s tomorrow thinking! The gym leader had an evening ahead of her, and, as she watched the seconds tick down on her pokétch, there were already plans of fruit parfait and trashy tv-watching gestating deep within her mind… of course, after she took care of her pokémon, but she could probably do that AND tv at the same time.
As soon as the hour rolled over, Gardenia muttered a silent “yusss” as she headed out of the gym’s central atrium, down into the lobby. After a quick clock out, and a few forms rushed through (nobody ever talked about the godawful paperwork in running a League-certified gym…), she was free! Not only that, but she tossed a few supplies into a bag; small things like potions, full heals, and other various sundries that she was able to take for free. A small benefit of being a gym leader: all the free gym supplies you could ever want!
Of course, though, it could never be that easy. Just as she was on her way out, Gardenia noticed a pink-haired girl who appeared to be… waiting in the lobby? God, she probably wanted to talk to Gardenia… what a nightmare. The gym leader weighed potentially trying to wait her out, but that could take all night ! It took a moment, but after a weary sigh, she’d step out of the back office of the gym with her greeting face on.
Yep. The pink-haired girl’s yellow eyes locked onto the gym leader, her face lighting up with a warm smile. An oddly familiar one, as Gardenia certainly didn’t recognize her. She took a whiff… it was a quirk of hers, but Gardenia had a knack for picking up the hints of plants on people, and she could usually tell where someone either was from or had been from it. As it turned out, though, she smelled like your stock-standard Eternian with bold notes from the nearby Forest. Must’ve been there recently.
“Oh, hiya Gardenia~!” A greeting like she knew the gym leader. This pink-haired girl was weird, and Gardenia was rapidly racking her brain as she tried to figure out if the two had met previously. Pinky stepped forward, grasping Gardenia’s hand with both of hers and shaking quickly. Her tone was as bubbly as her general demeanor; it was peculiar, but somehow it was putting the gym leader at ease. “We haven’t met or nothin’, I don’t think, but- Oh!”
As the girl quickly dove into her own purse to fish something out, Gardenia internally sighed in relief. That would have been awkward! The girl was seeking a phone, which quickly lit up, shifting screens as she thumbed through the security PIN. “Liiiike, I was just goin’ through the Forest, like, the Forest, yanno the one…” Pinky nattered on, seemingly shutting Gardenia out of any opportunity to respond, though she was nonetheless rendered speechless as the phone screen was turned towards her face.
It was a flower, one that Gardenia had never seen before… bushy grey-green leaves wreathed around the ground, forming some kind of half-mound around the base, with a curved green stem emerging from the top… gently sloping into a flower that resembled some kind of paper lantern, a light peachy color ending in a brownish tip. The flash from the camera had illuminated the scene, casting the shadow of something within the center of the flower through the paper-thin skin of the flower’s petals…
Gardenia had seen many, MANY flowers over the years, both in-person and in pictures. Truth be told, she was a walking botanical encyclopedia, separate from her Grass-type specialist peers by just how many damn plant facts she could store into her mind. Sure, Erika knew how to do aromatherapy, and Ramos can sculpt a pretty bush with his fancy scissors, but did they know that the capsaicin in peppers was a neurotoxin evolved to fend off mammalian pokémon??? No, they didn’t , because Gardenia knew for a fact that she had told them that fact.
In any case, the fact that she didn’t recognize this particular specimen instantly dropped all of her previous thoughts from earlier, the parfait and the tv-watching all fell away. Pinky’s words, too, faded into the background for a moment, as Gardenia took the phone and studied the screen intensely. “...and anyway, like I said, we were doin’ our whole thing when we saw this thing~! I was all, like, ‘hey, we don’t know what this is, but maybe, like, Gardenia does!’, annnnnd… then I was here!”
“That’s…” Back to Earth, finally. As she spoke, Gardenia’s face shifted from the earlier intensity to a look of polite hesitation. She hadn’t listened to anything she had been saying once that picture came out. “...great! Though, uh, you don’t think… you don’t think you could show me where you found this beautiful little thing, do you…?”
The pink-haired girl flashed a wide grin, which already excited the gym leader. “Like, are directions okay???”
The directions were, surprisingly, okay! Gardenia would have much preferred the girl just show her where the flower was, but she seemed like she was in a rush to go do something, so instead the gym leader was relying on landmarks described as being on the way, jotted down onto her pokétch. Around the Old Chateau (a place Gardenia never failed to leer at as she crossed by, always worried some kind of ghost was going to hop out and scare the shit out of her), past the boulders, past the creek near the pine deadfalls…
It was like a picture straight out of heaven. A single sunbeam pierced through the thick canopy, laying right atop the plant from the picture, which was flanked by rotting logs covered in moss and fungi… as she clamored over the soggy logs, her eyes were starry, locked precisely onto the mysterious flower. Gardenia knew nothing about it, and she didn’t want to risk messing up a transplant before getting to know this sweet little thing, so she furiously jotted down mental notes. The lantern-like flower had five petals, slight freckling around where the base met the stem… she wanted to see what was inside the flower, but she didn’t want to risk harming the flower. Nonetheless, she brought a hand close to its stem, gingerly pulling back as she tried to look up into the flower’s center…
FWSHH…!
A gush of pink dust… pollen? Spores? splashed against Gardenia’s face, covering the area in a rosy fog that caused the gym leader to begin hacking and sputtering. Stepping backwards, the back of her foot caught a dead log, and she fell backwards right onto her ass, causing the soft wood to split apart under her shorts-clad cheeks.
Immediately, Gardenia sputtered as she spun around, flipping onto her hands and knees and quickly scuttling away from the flower. She had no idea what the flower spat at her, and she wasn’t exactly looking to linger around too closely… as she spat out the pink-tinged remainders of dust, one hand reached to her thigh. It was always a good idea to bring with you some first aid when doing a bit of field research, and, as a precaution, it never hurt to slam a few pecha berries when getting gassed by some weird, awful plant.
Eyes stinging, she quickly chomped away at the succulent, sweet pecha flesh… getting poisoned rarely had its upsides, but an excuse to savor the taste of those supple, little pink berries was always nice to have on hand. By now, Gardenia was back on her feet, already several feet away from the mystery flower. There was no reason to suspect that the flower’s dust was poisonous, she knew nothing about it, but better safe than sorry!
Moments later, the gym leader had managed to rub the dust out of her eyes. Since she had swallowed the pechas, the adrenaline spike had started to wane. Now, she was annoyed; whatever the pink stuff was, it sparkled slightly in the last few beams of evening sunlight like glitter… it was also just as sticky, based off of the pink tinge coating the front of her shirt and skin. Gardenia rotated her arms, glancing at the mess on her and sticking her tongue out in disgust. “ Blegh ! Mystery dust!”
A nice, long, hot shower was in the works. That’s all she could think about as she headed back to her home, a nice cottage near the edge of town. After peeling the dusty clothes from her body, flinging them towards the laundry basket (and missing), Gardenia lazily slapped at the arm on her shower valve, immediately sending a stream washing against the tile floor. Of course, though, her old-ass shower took a moment to warm up, so she took the time to peer at herself in the mirror.
The gym leader was as nude as she was cute, something even she had to admit to. A smirk formed on her face as she brought her hand to her chin, straddling it with her thumb and index in a thoughtful pose. She couldn’t help but giggle, though her silliness wasn’t the only thing causing it, as a warm, almost euphoric wave washed up her belly, settling in her chest. She couldn’t help but thrum peacefully for a moment, eyes closed… a hand involuntarily stroked her own chest, rough fingertips tickling against her soft flesh.
Another giggle burst forth, but this one snapped her out of her own haze. Gardenia’s eyes flew open; though the mirror had started to fog, she could see the red flush overtaking her face. The next little laughs that flowed forth were nervous, as she meekly peered around, as if bashful… nobody was around, of course, she had no reason to be embarrassed!
After shaking her head, trying to dispel the warmth permeating her senses, she went ahead and stepped into the shower… though, try as she might, she couldn’t shake the feeling. It was strange, though; it was easy to compare it to being aroused, and, certainly, she was getting pretty horny, but… it was more than that. An attempt to lather herself up with homemade soap (plant-based, of course) quickly got out of hand once her slick hands brushed up against her chest, as a ripple of pleasure crept across her chest. In a sense, the soap, too, got out of hand once Gardenia dropped it, and both hands flew to her own chest, pushing her breasts together. For a moment, the showering gym leader gazed down, cooing slightly, though lucidity broke through the haze enough to snap her free soon enough.
Gardenia blinked in confusion. It wasn’t just her nipples that were sending tingles throughout her, it was her entire breast… massaging them, groping them, even just running her fingers around the sides were sending her into a huff. The touches also helped her figure out something else that was different… these titties were bigger! The gym leader was no slouch, bustwise, as she had a proud set of perky C’s, but she was definitely grabbing onto more boob than before! Her nipples too, seemed broader, darker too…
The rest of the shower was quicker than expected, between Gardenia finding it difficult to not gawk and grab at her own tits and her own blend of bewilderment and curiosity. Toweling herself off, too, was a fraught affair, as she couldn’t help but prop up her own bust in the mirror and get lost in thought… though, once she stopped zoning out, exactly what thoughts she was lost in drifted away. Though, it was hard for her to think of anything that wasn’t her own righteous melons, which definitely seemed fuller in the reflection.
In fact… they were absolutely bigger! Rounder, heavier , and this was only reinforced once Gardenia attempted to put her bra back on; beyond the sudden difficulty of fastening the strap, each jostle and jiggle served only to further distract her. Lovely, soft, round breasts kept awkwardly pressing up against the front of her bra while attempting to cram them in, each brush of a nipple against the fabric sent enhanced waves of pleasure through her body… by the time she decided to forgo the garment, tossing it unceremoniously to the side, she was gasping, panting as she tried to keep herself from massaging those puppies. After all, if she started rubbing, tweaking, groping… it would be hard to stop!
Instead, the gym leader opted for an old t-shirt, a punk band tee from Unova she picked up on a trip to the Pokemon World Tournament. It fit a bit awkwardly, suddenly tighter in the chest than it had ever been before, but it served its purpose… admittedly, though, as she peered at herself in the mirror, Gardenia couldn’t keep her eyes off of her enhanced bust, nor a smirk on her face. Despite her confusion, and perhaps due to the heat clouding her senses, but her titties were rocking , and she couldn’t help but feel some measure of pride… a feeling not unlike taking care of pokemon eggs, funnily enough.
What were her plans again…? Gardenia rubbed at her temple as she strode into the living room, trying to cut through the haze. “Take care of pokemon… watch TV, y-yeah, yeah…!” Despite the ever-present distraction, she wasn’t going to deviate from tonight’s activities! She’d just have to stick it out and ignore the strange thoughts collecting along the edges of her mind, it’s not like it was anything insurmountable …!
The thoughts were indeed surmountable, but damn did it take some effort. Feeding her pokemon, giving them a look-over (an expedited one, it was awfully hard to focus), that was all fairly painless, but something had gotten into her Leafeon; the dogcatfox, normally aloof and a loner, was awfully loving today… y’know, not something she’d typically complain about, after years of trying and failing to get her to wear funny hats, but the Leafeon’s affections led to an awful lot of boobnuzzling. That kind of behavior wasn’t necessarily alien, Leafeon usually only acted this way around eggs and newly-hatched pokemon, but it became distracting once each brush of the pokemon’s head against her sensitive tits blinded her, sending stars into her vision as Gardenia attempted to groom her. Eventually, the flustered gym leader had to give up on her quest to pick the dead leaves off of the pokemon once she noticed her own hips rocking, her thighs clenching against one another… she literally tossed the ‘mon off of her lap as she stood up abruptly, breath hissing through her teeth as she inhaled deeply, flustered to utter hell.
TV watching went much better, that much was for sure… at least, she wasn’t about to blow her top! That being said, though, it was awfully hard to focus on anything , it seemed. As the gym leader flicked from channel to channel, nothing seemed to catch her interest. Usually, she’d at least get some interest out of Berry Watch , but the pervasive fog across her mind shut out every word from the host, it all just fading into background noise no matter how hard she tried to focus.
Her warm hands flicked from channel to channel, and, of course, there was a part of her self-reflective enough to understand, at some level, that this was not right… but there was another part of her, not necessarily based in any reason or logic, that was tamping down all that worry, all that concern… in fact, as the night had gone on, she had been feeling rather blissful! All of the other little distractions and worries from earlier served to wind her up, sure, but overall the warmth in her chest helped smooth everything over. It was like her brain was potato soup, and, lord, it felt good .
It wasn’t accurate to say there was nothing that caught her interest, though… flicking through the finest programs Jubilife TV had to offer, there was one that caused her to pause the channel surfing. Happy-Happy Egg Club , an otherwise-uninteresting little in-between slot filler show, immediately halted her clicking streak.
There was usually no reason for her to take an interest, but now… she was transfixed. The program was simple, the host would roam around while doing other shows until they witnessed an egg hatching somewhere, usually they’d interview the egg’s owner and talk about the pokémon that was hatching. Gardenia wasn’t really a breeder, so she didn’t really watch it often, but…
The gym leader was transfixed. Hibis, the show’s hostess, was currently fawning over a Petilil that had just shredded through its flower-petal-wrapped egg basket, prepared by its parent, a Lilligant that loomed nearby.
“Awww~! What an absolute and utter CUTIE~!” Hibis always gushed over the babies, from Budew to Stunky, Cleffa to Nosepass… any and all always elicited the same reaction, and this Petilil was no exception. There was always a few moments dedicated to fawning over the baby, who was often totally confused, camera shifting from angle to angle as the cameraman tried to get as much prime time Petilil action as it could.
As one might expect, the budding baby looked just as you might expect a freshly-hatched Petilil to look; the faintest glisten over its body as the remaining egg slime dried up, and the leaves on its head, typically unfurled, were still curled into round buds on its head. Its entire body was pale, and it gazed around with newly-opened, beady, squinty pinpricks for eyes. It didn’t exactly do much, still kind of processing the whole ‘just hatched’ thing, though each time it peered up into the camera lens, Gardenia’s heart melted.
Soon enough, though, the focus came back onto Hibis, who was chatting with the Lilligant’s owner: a toned woman, tall, wearing a deep blue robe that matched her messy, tied-back hair (which had streaks of an amber yellow running through). “...and you said you’re part of a project meant to ‘bring back’ certain lineages of pokémon, right??? Sounds like you’ve got big plans for this lil cutie, ufufufufu…!”
Although Gardenia’s mind found it hard to concentrate on the show once it moved away from the baby Petilil, the gym leader was still a plant pro! She was well-aware of this little project, it was a bunch of Diamond Clan descendants trying to restore an extinct breed of Sinnohan Lilligant… indeed, the Lilligant behind the Diamond woman seemed to be ganglier, with a smaller foliage dress and flower, which was more of a light red than an orange.
Honestly, the work the Diamond Clan remnants were doing was admirable, and they were doing a damn good job! However, Gardenia’s mind went soggy whenever they weren’t showing off the baby. Fortunately, the trainer eventually picked up the Petilil, gingerly cradling it in her arms as she and Hibis continued talking about… whatever it was that they were going on about, it all became white noise to the Grass specialist. She was honed in, hyperfixated on the baby sleepily looking around from her sudden elevation.
The redhead was lost among her… enjoyment of the program, and the only thing that snapped her loose was the sudden, jarring loudness of the screen cutting to commercial. An ad for a local place, some kind of clinic that had been set up in the northern part of town. Whatever it was, it quickly blended back into the background as Gardenia shuddered, a sudden gush of warmth into her chest. Her hands followed, quickly flying to the heft of her bust; it was like her hands itched to grope her chest, to rub and massage and knead and love-
“ HhhoOUGH~! ” Velvet sparks flooded her vision and a squawk crawled out of her throat, then Gardenia bit her lip. Her tits were so sensitive, too sensitive! But she couldn’t resist the overwhelming compulsion to touch, to cup her slender fingers around full breasts through the faded print on her t-shirt. It seemed they were even heavier than earlier, just hours ago… nipples that were subtle before were stark now; patches of skin darkened around her teats, growing bumpy as her areolae grew. Even with the shirt, her eraser-sized nips (not like on the ends of pencils… more like the rhomboid sorts that ran solo) pitched small tents on those vast hills.
A goofy smile began to crawl across the gym leader’s face as she luxuriated in the euphoria that her full breasts provided, gazing down and cooing all the while. Those baps were firmer than she remembered; although her titties were feeling fatter than ever before, it seemed like they had less and less give. Although her chest was as natural as the day she was born, it gave the same impression that she had thought implants might have had.
It was an uncanny feeling, sure… but- “ Hhhhffff …!”
There was no way to think too deeply on it. Any thoughts dissolved, the waves of warmth lapping away at any concern trying to collect within her psyche, and god it was addicting… not content to grope herself through her shirt, her hands looped their way under the hem of her shirt, greedily searching out sweet, sweet fruits to cup and feel. The gentle caress of her own fingers, rough from years of fieldwork, sent sparks into her peripherals and instantly launched the gym leader into a fit of high-pitched titters.
Although it wasn’t far off, this euphoria wasn’t exactly arousal. A sense of eagerness, anticipation… giddy pride? Touches of exhilaration each time she stroked her thumb against the sides of her tender titties, though at no point did she actually feel like touching herself; although her thighs tightened and rolled against one another, it was like any urge to reach down instead caused her to probe her own full breasts further… her bulky bust, her bountiful boobs, sweet sensitive babymakers…!
Another one of those strange thoughts snapped her out of the self-induced boobnosis, though the more she tried to think about it, the further it slipped out of her grip… unlike her fat rack, which was secure within her grip… though, she could have sworn even more titflesh spread between her grabby fingers, there was more breast-per-breast for her hands to cradle …
“ HoohHH SHIT…!” Gardenia’s head jerked back as she gasped in bliss, as wayward tweaks of her fat nipples shocked the back of her eyes, sending her reeling with a fluttery feeling deep within her chest. It was like… she just climaxed …?! Though the feeling reverberated through her chest, rather than her loins… she was still bone dry down south, though, through blurry eyes she noticed something once she brought a hand out from her shirt, close to her face: a thin sticky string between her fingers, clear and unmistakable in its slickness.
Gardenia’s face burned a bright red as she walked briskly across Eterna City, doing her best to stay inconspicuous despite the wisps of warm euphoria casually floating through her mind. Something was wrong , damn it, and she was in a far more lucid state now than she was last night… it definitely seemed whatever was going on, she was getting hit with the bulk of it while at home yesterday, but even if she was still in the thick of that boob-addled haze from last night, there was no waving off the kicking .
When she had awoken that morning on the couch, one hand cupping a breast and dried spit sticking to half of her face, it took a moment for her to gather her bearings. Last night, she had gotten into such an intense feedback loop, she ended up passing out while watching TV… of course, though, the noise blended into the background, as new weight atop her chest had been pushing the wind out of her. Groggy eyes blinked away the sleepiness, though, as she realized that she was staring right at a now-warped, faded Koffing decal, an awfully familiar one…
…because it was the one on her shirt! Though she remained confused, now she was wide awake, as she had just roused to consciousness only to face down a wall of tit… her tits; twin boulders stretching out the t-shirt, which kept them held close to her chest, upright, blocking off the view to her tummy, her knees, her toes!
Gardenia had popped up with a slight huff , using more exertion than ever before to bring herself upright, though her balance went askew once she swung her legs around to sit properly… the momentum caused her to nearly fall, which had caused her heart to lurch in an odd way… it was like a protectiveness, tangible horror at falling over… but it wasn’t like she had been holding anything fragile …
No, just two fat melons hanging from her chest, messing with her center of balance. The band tee, which had been a size too big, threatened to reveal her slightly-tanned middle if she were to raise her arms… big, heavy boobs bowed out the front, greedily taking up as much surface area as possible…
Even now, as she traipsed briskly past buildings tangled in ivy, across the sidewalk along the northern boulevard of Eterna, those massive things wobbled precariously beneath the green cloak she often wore, tugged down to preserve some modesty… although she wasn’t good at eyeballing cup sizes, these swollen sweater pups had to be somewhere past an E . If she hadn’t been so alarmed, she’d have stopped by the local lingerie boutique to get some kind of a fitting!
Truth be told, a rack like this…? Gardenia might have not been so quick to judge, even when the band shirt split down the sides after she had gotten up. Years of carrying stuff had hardened her, she could handle a fat pair of tats, but, as she attempted to get through brushing her teeth among the remnants of her brain fog, there was movement .
At first, she could wave it off as more of the butterflies fluttering in her chest, she had just gotten through a pretty strange night… but, as she stared down her humongous jugs, the sheer weight turning those fat, brown nipples downwards despite the titties themselves maintaining a peculiarly perky roundness… it was a sight she appreciated immensely, despite not really being the kind of girl to worry about her own girls, and no amount of willpower could stop her from looking over each and every curve, the massive HEFT of these titties, her titties.
But that wasn’t just the thrum of her own heart working… a miraculous conception had led to development, and growth begat growth. There was more than just Gardenia inside there, and, on some level, that knowledge had been creeping into the gym leader’s mind. Nothing truly clicked, though, until one kicked.
Her eyes were glued onto the reflection of her breasts in the bathroom mirror, so there was no missing it when the first little bumps made their gentle indents against her tit skin. Immediately, Gardenia gasped; she wasn’t exactly sure what she was feeling, horror mixed with giddiness, surprise and elation, shock mixed with a rising feeling of… pride …? The feeling of her bust’s occupants was an utterly alien one, and further movement beneath roiling boobflesh caused the gym leader to double over, her toothbrush clattering into the sink as an afterthought.
Nervous hands shot up to grasp at the underside of her active rack, but Gardenia could immediately feel the tendrils of that pervasive boobfog taking hold of her with each fingertip brushing against those huge titties. As tempting as it was, though, she had to wrench those grabby hands away, allowing those hefty headlights to hang freely… although they didn’t lack agitation, as their inhabitants shimmied freely within.
The jostling, working hard to drive Gardenia wild, visible from the pulsing and shifting from beneath the skin of her tits… there was only one thing this reminded her of, it was like the roiling tummy of a mother-to-be… but that was ridiculous , th-these were her breasts , her titties , her big fat mommy melons , stuffed-up wobbly wombs …!
It took her a while to gather her thoughts that morning, as she fell right into another one of the hazy feedback boob-loops… she was cradling her chest, rocking and humming a sweet tune to her gravid girls when she ended up snapping back into consciousness. It was only the fact that Gardenia was hungry that managed to pull her loose…
Well, okay, maybe hungry was an understatement. She had felt famished , an ache deep within her that demanded to be satisfied. Gardenia wasn’t proud of the measures she had gone to satisfy that emptiness, nor of the utterly odd combinations of ingredients she was slapping together. A bloated curve emanated from her midsection; not content to be outdone by her tyke-laden torso, the gym leader’s tummy sported a solid food baby.
Mustard and peanut butter, berries with ranch dressing , the gym leader couldn’t help but muse about internally, the peculiar taste combinations still echoing across her palate, those were some weird cravings, it was just like the ones I heard about pregnanc-
She stopped in her tracks, beneath the shadow of a high-rise condominium. Although she had already come to that foregone conclusion, the p word was one Gardenia couldn’t help but dance around. It made perfect sense… at least, as far as she could figure, these feelings were dead-on what she had heard over the years.
“Pregnant. My… boobs are… pregnant .” Although it would have been a nice literal load off of her chest, Gardenia still felt a little better as she verbalized it. It wasn’t clear whether it was more of that brain fog or some sense of home-grown catharsis, but it was still nice to feel like she was in control.
The gym leader peered down to the green jutting forth, her heavy pregnant breasts swaying idly as her boobspawn took a moment to appreciate the tranquility… something that the mom-to-be could share, as every little shake and quake from within were quickly followed by another hot blast of steam invading her brain. As long as the little creatures kept calm, then she could keep calm.
Gardenia had been standing there, looking down and thinking about her progeny-packed pair for a few more minutes than intended. Despite how unbelievable her predicament was, the bits of her brain that would be freaking out found themselves calm, cool, and collected. Maybe it was the fog easing her, maybe it was that classically-Gardenia part of her that kept a level head once she ascertained the issue… maybe it was both , but, in any case, she couldn’t help but marvel at how easy she was taking the twins gestating within her bosom.
There was no point in dawdling, though, despite how relaxing the cries of bird pokemon intermixing with the sound of the wind and the whoosh of the cars driving past her… it was a nice moment to center herself, but there was a reason why she was out and about. Although the memories of TV-watching from last night were dim, and Gardenia only had vague inklings of the images on screen, there was a particular image that managed to hang around in the back of her mind: Angle Clinic.
Angle Clinic was some kind of medical clinic that had opened up months ago, and, though Gardenia had never really been there since it seemingly appeared one day, the fact that it was, well, a medical clinic served as a good enough reason for her to make a trip. This condition, whatever the hell may have caused it, was nevertheless here to serve as a major annoyance, and the gym leader had nowhere near any kind of experience in prenatal care.
As Gardenia walked through the double doors of the Angle Clinic, she couldn’t help but smile. It may have been a sudden gush of motherly hormones, but she was feeling good . There had never been a situation she couldn’t take control of, and, despite the uncertainty of mammary motherhood lurking over her, the redhead couldn’t help but feel as if she was taking back the reins that these pregnant pups tried to tug away from her.
Behind a massive desk, a dark-haired woman clad in white scrubs offered a wide, perfect smile towards the busty woman approaching her. A symbol resembling a black arrowhead was embroidered into the chest, just over her right breast. “Oh, greetings, greetings! Welcome to the Angle Clinic,” she chirped cheerfully, eyes subtly glancing over Gardenia’s poorly-hidden, squirming bust, “where we at Angle, are your angels ~!”