This choice: She runs into someone on the way. • Go Back... The young aspiring pokemon trainer tied her red bandana to her haid, keeping her brown hair kept back yet letting her exaggerated bangs shoot out, as she excitedly jogged towards Professor Birch's lab. She soon got tired and slowed down; her breathing was labored
"-phew- Guess I've been taking it a little heavy on the breakfast lately..." May said, disappointedly giving her belly a little rub.
She closed her eyes and thought of what pokemon she would pick; Mudkip, the cute little mud fish pokemon? Treecko, the cool gecko pokemon? Or maybe the absolutely ADORABLE chick pokemon. Torchic? She blushed slightly at the thought of having her very own pokemon, and her pace picked up a bit
Unfortunately, May had forgotten to open her eyes, and she rammed into a boy with her belly. "Oof!" she heard, this was followed by a thud, and then she herself fell.
"Oooh... sorry, I guess I wasn't watching where I was going..." May laughed, making her generous breasts bounce.
"Hmph... well, maybe you should watch where you're going next time, big girl" a voice responded. May furrowed her brow, and got a better look at this person:
Tall, thin, white hair, pokeball style headband, May had seen his outfit in the boys section when she picked out her own clothes. He seemed pretty fond of red and black, and looked at her with obvious disdain.
"Wha?! Big Girl?!" May gasped, her weight was a sensitive subject with her, especially when it was a stranger calling her fat! "Hey, you listen here-"
"Look, I gotta get goin'." the boy interjected, taking out a strange red flip-out device, also with a pokeball style on it, "There's a Tailow nest around here... oh, why am I telling you... see ya Big Girl."
The tall boy instantly sprinted forward, he seemed to be propelled by some weird boots. May fumed at his rudeness, he wasn't very social!
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After another half hour of walking, 10 minutes of resting, and then another 5 minutes of walking, she arrived at the lab. It was a rather large building, but not one that May would have expected to hold a lab.
It looked more like a giant cottage, complete with a quaint little chimney made of stone (May's first thoughts were that someone might be cooking inside) and a roof laced wth straw and thatch. The young brunette knocked at the oakwood door, and a weasley looking man answered.
"Ah yes, can I help you?" the lab assistant answered. May could see her red, puffy face in his thick glasses, "Er... yeah, my father Norman made an appointment with Professor Birch?" May smiled, making a slight effort to calm a stray hair that had escaped from her bandana.
The small man guided our heroine to the very back of the lab, where a big burly man was hunched over his desk. "Professor Birch, May Maple is here to see you."
No response...
"Professor Birch, May Maple is here to see you" he said, a little more forcefully
Still, no response
"Professor Birch?!" he screamed, the professor was asleep. He was even drooling on what looked like very important papers. "Ngaah!!" he screamed, "Wha?!"
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"Ehehehe, sorry 'bout that Miss Maple, I didn't get much sleep last night, and eh-"
"You were just slacking off again!" his assistant yelled
"Oh -yawn- be quiet!" he retorted
May giggled. "Alright then, Miss Maple, there's three pokeballs over there in that breifcase on that table." Birch said as he pointed to a table to the left, "Take your pick." he flashed a smile, exaggerating his goatee.
May was so excited!! She was only this excited when her mother made pasta for dinner! Her belly quivered, her eyes watered, suddenly she was so hungry!! It must be the excitement, May had a bad habit of eating whenever she felt an emotion too strongly.
"Well, go on!" the assistant yelled at the portly girl.
May nodded her head, and stepped towards the table, taking a long glance at the three pokeballs...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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