Blooming

  POV greentext story of a ivysaur getting use to her new evolution.

>I remember when I first meet my master.
>It was his ninth birthday and he called me Bulda while not original it was touching and  we spent the rest of that day playing.
>Over the years he had shaped up to a good trainer catching five more pokemon and having six badges.
>I was always his favorite pokemon given the fact I slept on his bed and kept out of my pokeball most of the time.
>Recently I've been having cravings, I tugged on my trainer's leg pointing and pointed donut shop with my vines.
>He got a baker's dozen giving himself two the other pokemon one each and gave me the remaining ones.
>One after another I stuffed my face with them in only five minutes I had finished.
>My trainer was busy talking to another trainer around his age and had agreed to battle.
>He choose me and I licked the crumbs off and got ready.
>I was fighting a tsareena and in one sludge bomb I had won.
>"You did It Bulda!"
>My trainer had gave me a peck on the cheek
>I was now blushing but the blush spread to the rest of my body and I felt the same sensation that happened when I evolved into my current form.
>I was going to tackle and hug me master but before I could he simply said "Don't do tackle me." Causing my heart to sink.
>The tsareena was laughing at me before her and her trainer had left.
>I felt much heavier than before like a small tree was on my back and was having difficulty time running.
>When we got home I couldn't enter the main door and my trainer had to go through the backyard to open the patio door so I could enter.
>I used my vines to grab a small mirror and looked at myself.
>My body was large, I went from weighing barely seventy pounds to being at least four-hundred
>Even if I stayed small my body was still covered in bumps
>I looked at my claws and fangs which went from cute to threatening, I smiled at a zigzagoon outside and it ran back into the bushes.
>Tears flowed down and it only made things worse giving my eyes the appearance of being bloodshot
>"No wonder he didn't want me to hug him, he finds me disgusting!" I tossed the glass to the wall breaking it.
>I wanted to go into master's room and cover up but remembered I couldn't fit in the doorway.
>Why was I cursed? There are so many grass types considered the peak of beauty like Roserade or Lilligant  and I was born as the ugly brute.
>I heard footsteps and looked at master still crying.
>Wiped away my tears before pinching my cheeks like he did when I was a buldasaur.
>"What's the matter Bulda?" My trainer said.
>I had pointed to myself with a vine and used another the cover my face
>"You are my princess and the most beautiful grass type." He said trying to hug me
>I sniffled a little before tackling him.
>I wanted to repay the favor I let my vines go under his clothes and started to explore his body and was going to kiss him.
>"I love you but not like that." Master said going back into his room.
>Dumbass me I blew it the one person that cared for me finds thinks I'm a rapist
>Master returned throwing a blanket and showed me his phone.
>He scrolled on his phone of the two of us from when we got our first badge to last week which was our anniversary.
>Master wrapped his arm around me head and took a photo and changed it to his background.
>We watched a movie he loved as a child.
>He fell fast asleep. I turned off the T.V and dragged him under the blanket, he hugged my leg like how I hugged his the first time we meet
>The next morning I awoke to the sounds of pancakes being flipped.
>Master's other pokemon must've came in the living room and when I grinned they came to give a group cuddle.
>That morning I truly felt like a princess with the love of master and the rest of his team when I thought I was cursed.