As Penelope walked, her meaty appendage swung beneath her skirt like a pendulum. She was always taught as a young girl to never be ashamed of it, and that being like this was a symbol of pride and honor amongst Gardevoirs.
That was why today she was being sent to the special "temple" where the most honored Gardevoir hermaphrodites live. It was sad leaving her mother and father, but this was her fate, and this would be the first day of the rest of her life.
The temple, as she saw, was much larger than most dwellings that other Gardevoirs had. It was even bigger than the village chief's hut, but Penelope guessed that this was just because so many futa girls had to live here, so it needed to be big. She went to knock on the door, but hesitated. Whatever was going on in there was loud.
She knocked carefully and lightly, but even with her light tap the door opened. It must have not been locked. She stepped inside and immediately saw what all the noise was about.
The room she entered was some sort of living room, laid out with furniture that was normally only available to humans. Couches, sofas, the floor was even carpeted! To her left, on one of the more comfy looking sofas, two other hermaphrodites were fucking, loudly at that. They both were moderately pudgy, but Penelope hardly noticed except for their jiggling bellies that shook with every thrust. The couch they were occupying was drenched in sweat and cum. Neither of them seemed to notice Penelope.
She blushed and looked away. On the other side of the room, another Gardevoir hadn't noticed her either, and was too busy snacking and watching a small TV that had somehow been acquired. This Gardevoir was heavier, and messier too. Crumbs stained her flabby folds and there was various stains all over her white dress. Penelope almost said hello, but before she could the flabby girl grabbed a large bottle of soda sitting beside her and took a large swig out of it.'
*URRRP*
She belched, and the smell quickly wafted over to Penelope, who wrinkled her noise at the sour, oniony stench.
She walked further into the room, none of the other girls seemed to notice her. At the far end, opposite the door she came in, Penelope saw a doorway leading into another room. She peeked into it and saw an even heavier gardevoir, wearing a very tight pink apron. It must have been a kitchen of sorts, because that heavyset girl was baking, using multiple ovens at once to crank out bake goods, which she placed in a pile on a nearby wooden table.
Penelope was overwhelmed by the sights, sounds and above all smells. She had no idea where to go from here...
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