The gardevoir looked up, thinking of an idea.
"Wait..." She pondered, "People are coming in through here today...why don't I go say hello?"
She smirked, hopping into the bushes, snickering to herself as she planned up advances. The first group of people were two girls, one dude, and a kid. The gardevoir walked over, as graceful as she could be. She chanted her species name, so no one would think that it was weird that a Gardevoir could fully talk and understand English. The guy smirked, he attempts to pull out a pokeball to catch the Gardevoir, but the Gardevoir hops right back into the bushes, the four go on their merry way.
"Well uh...crap." The gardevoir realized, "That didn't go as planned...maybe I should take a different approach next group."
This time, the Gardevoir took a more...forceful approach. A young man walked across the road, as the Gardevoir hopped out, in all black, and holding a sharp stick.
"Gimme all your food, now!" The gardevoir exclaimed, shaking the stick.
All this did was make the man run away, leaving Gardevoir foodless.
"...AT LEAST A LITTLE?!" She desperately yelled.
Tries and tries and even more tries, her belly rumbled and growled. She groaned, giving up and just going with a casual approach with another trainer. This one was a female, who carried a large bag, but that wasn't the largest thing on her. Her gut was wobbling, it looked as though she lived a diet of cookies, cakes, and spicy Torchic nuggets. Her breasts strained against her shirt, which couldn't cover her breasts enough to hide her nipples. Her ass was the biggest part, they were like two comfy pillows that lifted up her skirt so badly, most of her panties were exposed. She had beautiful blue hair, swirled up to cover her shoulder, and bright white eyes, almost as if she was blind.
"Well, at least I have a chance..." Gardevoir crossed her arms, as she walked out of the bushes.
The trainer looked over to her, gasping as she reached for her camera, until the Gardevoir wrapped her arm around her.
"Hello there beautiful~" The gardevoir cooed, her other hand going for the trainer's thigh.
"Wuh?" The fatty lets out a confused comment, looking over to the gardevoir.
"Oh don't act so sheepish, girl!" The gardevoir states, turning the blob over to full view. "I just wanted to know what's in that biiiig bag of yours, maybe it's the same thing in your biiig belly?"
The gardevoir pats the girl's mostly exposed belly, making her eep and blush.
"Y-You want food?" The girl asks, as she opened her bag.
The gardevoir's eyes glistened, she danced in pure joy as the trainer pulled out...a twenty.
"...What's that?" The gardevoir asked.
"It's money." The girl casually replied, trying to shake off the fact she was hit on, "you use it to buy food."
"...You're just gonna give me this stuff?!" Gardevoir's nostrils flared up. "What kinda place would I buy food from, anyway?!"
"Look, I don't have much time. I'm late enough as is." The girl said, as she started on her merry way.
The gardevoir growled, stomping after her. She wasn't going to let this fat bitch get away without paying her.
"Late for what?!" She states as madly as possible, leaving foot imprints in the ground.
"The Tournament." The girl simply states, "If I'm late I don't know if I'll win the bet or not."
"I've been trying to get food ALL DAY LONG! Can you just get me some food?! PLEASE?!"
The girl looks at her, and sighs, putting her hands on Gardevoir's shoulders.
"Look...I'll make you a deal," The girl began, "I'll get you food, only if..."
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