>>84884And now, a continuation!
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You smile and inhale a deep breath of the ocean air, clean, with a touch of salt. Your spirits raise with every step you take across the warm, golden sand under the bright sun, as though the soft crashes of each gentle wave are washing your worries out to the sea with them. You're already glad you let Genevieve talk you into this.
You set down your trademark Trainer backpack of holding, filled primarily with food and amenities for this day at the beach, and your box of PokeBalls. Without even thinking, your hand goes to Genevieve's ball first, and with the iconic crack of a PokeBall materializing its occupant, she's at your side, towering over you.
Once your shy, quiet Gardevoir, after a fateful tour of a magic chocolate factory, an encounter with a stick of that infamous gum, and a display of a naughty side you never knew she had, Genevieve has now and forever been transformed into a giant blueberry, eight feet in diameter, with boobs bigger than a pair of Gravelers.
She squinted, flinching at the sudden exposure to sunlight as her eyes adjusted, and then gasped as the sight. The corners of her open mouth turned up it a smile, and she laughed in delight, as her vestigial hands and feet flapped and kicked with excitement from within the divots of her body that they had sunken into.
"It's beautiful!" Genevieve exclaimed.
"Sure is," you reply, somewhat absent-minded as your hand gently strokes the side of her distended dress, stretched taut over her spherical body and succulent blue skin.
She continued to make subdued coos and awes as her rosy eyes scanned the scene, from the crystal clear ocean that stretched out into the horizon, where it met the sapphire blue sky, without a cloud in sight. She turned, doing her best to look at you over the horizon of her own relatively new blueberry body.
"Thank you for taking us here, Master."
"Thank you for convincing me to come here, Genevieve. I can already tell today is going to be a good day, for all of us."
"Yeah..." Genevieve says, looking away a little, and resembling the old, bashful Gardevoir that she was still coming out of her shell from. "Master, could you, um... put me back in my PokeBall, for just a moment?"
To tilt your head in confusion. "Why?"
"I have a surprise for you," she says, excitement working its way into her voice.
You just look at her for a moment, uncertain. "Okay, sure," you slowly answer, and recall your permaberry Gardevoir.
("I'll be quick, I promise!") Genevieve telepathically says from inside her PokeBall, than withdraws just as quickly from your mind.
You stare at her capsule in confusion for a moment, then make an uncertain "Hmmm..." before seeing to letting out the rest of your Pokemon. Some stretched out for a nice nap in the sun, others stared with pensive stoicism into a distance only they could see. Some, particularly your water Pokemon, made a Combbee line for the ocean, and a few scampered at your feet, eager to get your attention and some pets or head-pats before running off to play with the others, all the while wondering what Genevieve could possibly have in store. Another special outfit perhaps? She sure did... surprise you with her Violet Beauregarde-themed dress the day she turned herself into a blueberry. But what could she do here...
("Okay master, I'm ready!")
With one last moment to brace yourself, you let Genevieve back out of her PokeBall, and then your eyes nearly popped out of your skull at the sight of her.
"Do you like it?" She asked, an eagerness in her voice.
A "Whoa..." under your breath is all you can manage at the moment. You had struggled with your feelings about her after she had first done this to herself, but after she'd finally admitted why she disobeyed you to turn herself into a blueberry and the two of you had cleared the air between you to repair your friendship, now stronger than ever, you had to be honest with at least yourself that you found Genevieve incredibly attractive. But now... You couldn't deny it any longer; your Gardevoir was GORGEOUS.
"Master?"
You're startled out of your staring by Genevieve's tenuous voice, and you realize, even if she can feel your emotions, having sworn to herself she would never to read your mind without your explicit permission, you still haven't answered what you think.
"Genevieve..." you exhale in awe, going back to admiring your gorgeous, sexy permaberry Gardevoir. "You look..."
You struggle to find the right word to perfectly express just how amazing she looks, stuffed into her bikini like a candy wrapper on an Oran berry. You can't help but smirk as you look into her eyes.
"You look... golden."
Genevieve's eyes widened, lighting up like Moonblasts. She looked away from you, bashful, even as a smile as wide as her facial muscles could push creased her cheeks. Her hands flapped and her feet kicked, and she exhaled in erratic bursts, as though she was holding in laughter.
"You like it that much?" she asks, stammered.
"I am beyond impressed, Genevieve."
To exceed your expectations even more, Genevieve's smile grew even wider.
"I-I'm glad you love it so much, master."
"I do." Your own enamored smirk stretches wider. "So, now that you're in your swimsuit, how does me rolling you to the water for a swim suit you?"
Her smile is all teeth. "I would love to go swimming with you, master." Although," she begins to say, her tone coy and flirtatious, but brimming with newfound confidence, "be careful when you're rolling me there. We wouldn't want anything to accidentally... pop out... would we?'
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Commission for eyeoftheseen. Thanks for coming up with the brilliant idea of a golden ticket themed bikini (seriously, how has no one thought of this before?) and for honoring Genevieve to be the first to wear it!
