“Hey, either of you guys call for a Flyr?”
I stuck an arm out my side, stopping Toni right where she was, the two of us seeing over at a lost-looking Miltank at the sidewalk with her phone out, leaned against her van. How it could be her car remained a mystery, is wheels tilted on its left side as the nine-foot bovine leaned against its wall with a titanic ass wide enough to completely block both its side doors, added on with a bulbous stomach hanging off her that’d negotiate the laws of physics for her to fit inside, let alone allow her to use the steering wheel.
I looked abut, then pointed at myself. “You talking to us?”
“Yeah, I’ve got a ride for a human and his lopunny on Baldwick street,” She affirmed, reading something off her phone. “Would that be you two?”
“I didn’t. Did you, Toni?” I asked, Toni shaking her head to answer.
“Well, I don’t see anybody...” She began speaking, but quieted down when she saw something in an alley some paces away. “Oh, there they are! Mind grabbing their attention for me?”
But walking over to the alleyway gave no sign of anybody she could’ve noticed, human, lopunny or otherwise. “There’s nobody he-“
“HEADS UP, GREG!!!”
I looked to Toni, then to what she was pointing at ahead of me in panic, but all that registered was pink before a heavy impact struck the whole front of my body, a fat, pink arm coming down on my back and neck. A click and a silver flash where the best my head could sense as I realized I couldn’t move, but a sharp point pressed against my cheek right when the strip of metal against my face registered as a knife.
“Alright, playboy bunny, listen up.” The Miltank hissed, only a muscle spasm away from slashing open my cheek. “Unless you want him to have wake up screaming every midnight about what you saw me do to him, open your pockets, your wallets, everything. Now.”
“T-Toni,” I lowly choked out when a scream so, so wanted to come out of my lungs. “Do as she says.”
“Woah...woah,” Toni coaxed, hands out and open as her foot took a step, but the Miltank drew back with a hiss, tightening her headlock. “Easy...y-you don’t have to do this.”
“Damnit Toni, I don’t give a shit about the money, just do as she says!!!”
“You hear that?” Miltank snarled. “You don‘t give me what I want, you’ll fucking do it to him!!!”
“P-Please, you don’t have to rob us!” Toni pleaded again, eyes shimmering with a due set of tears. “W-We don’t have any money to pay! Hell, that knife’s probably worth a few thousand!”
“The knife...what?” Miltank’s eyes shifted to her weapon. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“I-I saw it on TV last knight! That inscription on it, that means it’s an antique! That thing’s worth gold!”
“Toni, what’re yo-hkkl!” I was promptly shut up by Miltank giving an extra squeeze through her arm, cutting off enough air to let her stare at me in silent annoyance, than to her knife in curiosity, pulling it away from my cheek so she could examine the blade, the handle, and then the hilt, an inscription still invisible to she and I up close. “There isn’t an inscriptio-“
“DUCK!!!”
...said the source of a beam of lightning that struck Miltank right in the knife-wielding arm’s elbow. The shock passed through her body and into mine, of course, but the blubber surrounding me mellowed it out to something as strong as a joy buzzer as she instead took the full blow, her arm folding in so the knife could gash her cheek. She wailed in such pain that she abandoned her grip to nurse her face, and I pried myself loose of the crick in her elbow and ducked against the wall, panting to refill my lungs.
That was all that Toni waited for before charging with her elbow thrust out, glimmers of electricity sparking around her fur, and though Miltank may have had the size department on her side, there wasn’t much a difference in mass could protect from being hit in the stomach by an elbow with five-hundred pounds of lopunny behind it at full speed. She heaved out all the air in her lungs, and when she didn’t fall to the blow, Toni took the window of opportunity to give a few lightning-fueled spins that delivered a multitude of kicks and punches in Miltank’s stomach, legs, face, or anywhere else was struggling to protect, droplets of blood and spit flying every which way.
Watching all this play out, I looked over at a trashed chair against the wall and stomped into its seat to free up the legs and took one, hoping to defend Toni if need be, but when the lopunny had enough of her melee, she gave an electrified jump that launched her so her knee could strike right against Miltank’s chin, and I wondered just who needed more saving as Toni grabbed onto a sign pole hanging from the wall, wrapping both legs around the poor thug’s neck.
Pleased by a few high-pitched squeaks coming from her prey, Toni’s arms tensed and pushed against the pole with all her might, tipping the Miltank over so that the resulting inertia toppled her onto her own face. The fly of the lopunny’s pants rested right on top of her nape so her capacious, tightly clothed thighs tied up the air flow, refusing to let the agony of defeat elude her prey.
“ACK!!!” Miltank croaked, voice blockaded when Toni siezes her legs up again. “L-Let me got, you fucking pig!”
“Nuh-uh.” Toni chuffed out. “Lick the pavement.”
“W-What!? No!”
Toni punished her with another clench. “I said lick the damn pavement!”
Miltank said nothing. Her cheeks puffed, tongue building in her mouth, then poured out and slid in a long, wet line along the pavement, grunting in disgust after.
“Yeah...tastes good, doesn’t it?” Toni demanded. “Tell me it tastes good.”
“I-It tastes good!” Miltank squealed. “It tastes, really really good!”
Toni’s smile promoted to an outright evil smirk. “Say ‘thank you, mommy.’”
“THANK YOU, MOMMY!!!”
“You’re welcome, sweetie,” Toni teased, but upon releasing her legs from Miltank’s neck delivered a swift kick in her rear as she righted herself up. Miltank girl ran off richer only in a slashed cheek, a bruised neck and a shattered ego, but Toni took offense to the lack of an electric shock in her ass and fired off three lightning bolts for good measure, each one adding a hop and a squeal to the Miltank’s wobbly retreat.
After watching her run till she was gone around the corner, Toni took her first free breaths of air and approached me, laying a gentle paw on my back.“You okay?”
I thrust a finger right into her face. “That was really stupid, really risky, and I would’ve just rather you give our money to her,” I admitted gruffly, but then went loose and fell on top of her, hugging tightly around her bulbous middle. “...but you just bought yourself ramen for life with that.”
“D’aww, thanks Greg!” Toni answers, quite generously returning the warm, furry hug. “I was scared I’d have to snatch your wallet again.”
“Trust me, after all that you’d bough...T-Toni, what’re you...”
My voice hit a snag when the pressure of the front of Toni’s body against mine increased, my feet stumbling for support when the face of her belly forced me into a lean, but her own pawed feet didn’t move a step. My arms were pulled apart from the valley of her backside as her cloths rid further up along her middle, rendering naked more fur and fluff against my skin.
I broke away, Toni and I equally bewildered by an extra hundred pounds hanging off of her, an extra foot or so of belly puffing free of her jacket, her surprised eyes peering over a few extra pounds of cheek fluff pushed higher into her line of sight by the extra chins and mass rising from her breasts. Slower to realize was she and I making eye contact; completely horizontal eye contact between me and the Pokémon who constantly got egged for her height.
...and that brief episode of surprise came as but a brief intermission till Toni again felt the grip of her clothes tightening, ballooning in adipose from the ether as her skeleton lengthened beneath the amassing lard, stomach amassing from her torso that it dangled lower and lower till it collected on the ground at her feet in a meaty ball, legs ballooning from their already vast origins to mammoth-sized columns keeping the immense and still-growing wall of her rump aloft. Paws tenderly sank into the fleshy globes consisting her equally ballooning chest, her quivering eyes focusing on her expansion from above as his spherical body not only grew in weight but height as well, her stature extending upward to seven feet, then eight, then nine.
When her body was seemingly satisfied with a figure befitting of the foe she’d vanquished, a faint bubbling from the core of her stomach that ascended past her throat in the form of a belch.
“About that, Greg?” She peeped. “You might wanna get started on that now. Like, right now.”
Choice 1: Greg and a plus-plus-sized Toni make it to the professor.
Choice 2: Toni can’t make the trip without raiding every food cart they come by.
Choice 3: Miltank comes back, and she’s got friends!
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