Sweet Disguise

It was the start of spring, the layer of snow once draping the region was mitigated to small piles in the ditches and shade, while fresh greenery had started to peak from the leafless woods. The small town on the edge of this renewing forest still slumbered in the dawning rays of the morning. While dew dripped off the occasional tiny flower across the sparse lawns, something quietly rustled through the reeds bordering the wilderness. The figure was low to the ground, and quite rounded, doing her best to remain quiet while she moved into the open lawn. This unusual individual was a corkset, a pokémon green in color and what many might have described as a homely kangaroo or a squat lizard. Undaunted by this, she made her way towards the grey house nearby. This early in the spring berries were hard to come by, and she had made a habit of scavenging around the nearby town. The home she was currently creeping towards was different though. It had become her favorite, often throwing out a great variety of baked goods. Normally living off nature, these delectable treats were outright divine to this pokémon. She didn’t let her guard down however, she knew if she was caught on one of these lawns someone would chase her away again like so many times before. Despite the risk, it was worth it for those mouthwatering morsels. She didn’t have a lot of reason to worry here though, she had never been caught by this resident before.
Sneaking through the fine cut lawn, she left a soft trail in the cool, wet, grass as she crept through the morning dew. Arriving at the corner of the house, she peeked her head across the side, seeking her prize. And there it was, that grey metal tube, behind the little wooden patio. Moving more quickly now, she took care to tiptoe across the steppingstones scattered around the building. She halted though, hearing a noise from the otherwise quiet abode. Could it be someone? Craning her head, she tilted a floppy ear to focus on the sound. It sounded like the muffled clanging of metal, and underneath a soft humming. Despite this concern, her objective was almost within reach, she had to soldier on! Creeping towards the sliding glass door, she noted a pale orange light barely creeping out onto the backyard. Sidling against the siding of the house, she braced herself and gradually poked her head to investigate the clatter. Inside was a kitchen and illuminated only by a cheap microwave light was a tall silhouette shifting trays around an oven. Though she would have immediately retreated upon seeing someone mere feet away, something about the gentle humming barely audible beneath the clinking of metal tools kept her stable. Pulling her head back she reassured herself, “He must be busy, I’m sure this guy won’t notice me,” she thought. Heart pounding, she delicately creeped across the faint glow cast from the glass plane.
Moving as lightly as she could, her eyes never left the figure inside the house. Lucky for her, he never seemed to look up from his work, and her short crossing was successful. Now outside of that rectangle of light, she let out a silent sigh of relief and eyed up the container before her. She knew from experience the stuff inside these things was normally barely tolerable, but the thought of past confections found in this particular bin made her tongue dart around her lips. Eagerly approaching the container, she prepared to disarm the lid, one wrong move would wake up the whole neighborhood. Standing on the tips of her toes, she bent up to remove the top, only to discover too late how much dew had collected on her legs. Before she could react, the added moisture removed any traction she might have had, flailing her stubby arms in an attempt to right herself she careened forward and sent the trash can rattling onto its side. Quickly hopping back up, she prepared to run when a bright light froze her in place. The porchlight was on her like a spotlight, and the fear she felt as the humming abruptly stopped kept her rooted to the ground.
Desperately trying to think of a plan B, she flinched at the sound of the glass doors sliding. Now plainly lit by the porch light was a young man in a large white apron, curiously surveying the area for the source of the noise. He had heard some rattling of his trash can in the past, but now he thought he might actually spot the culprit. Still unable to make her legs work, the corkset’s eyes widened as his gaze stopped moving the moment his eyes locked onto her. He, in contrast, let out a low chuckle upon seeing this pokémon frozen in place over his upended trashcan. Her brain was going into overdrive, normally when anyone found her they were yelling and swinging a broom by now. Why was this one seemingly not upset? Leaning a bit out the doorway he quietly spoke, “Well if you’re just hungry you could have asked.” Unsure what was happening the corkset peered at him while he moved inside to grab something. “Oh no he’s getting the broom,” she thought, “Or worse he’s got some kind of pokémon to chase me away!” Ready to dash while his back was turned, she took one last glance behind her only to stop dead in her tracks once again. He had a plate in his hand, but more importantly it was carrying a large slice of chocolate cake, fresh from the oven and radiating tendrils of steam into the chilly air. Her instincts told her this must be some kind of trap, why would a pest like her be offered something so decadent, so invaluable? Sensing the hesitation, the cook crouched down and gently set the plate on the patio. “I’ve made more than enough for today, so I can spare a bit,” he said while backing up a little into the house. Even if this was a trap, she couldn’t resist the smell drifting towards her, taking baby steps she rapidly alternated her gaze from the plate before her and the man inside the house. “Come on, it’s gotta be better than the rejects I throw away,” he softly mentioned, inwardly grumbling thinking about how often he had to throw a batch away. “At least someone has been putting that stuff to use,” he considered.
Both watching each other closely, she finally neared the plate, and in the blink of an eye she snapped the cake into her mouth before turning tail and gracelessly scampering back to the woods with bulging cheeks. “Hey!” he called out, but he caught himself before yelling again. He paused before muttering to himself, “At least they ate some, must be hard out there…” Staring out into the visible fringes of the woods, he watched the green shape trundle into the tall grass and out of sight. Looking back to his oven and the countless trays spread out across the kitchen, he came back to reality. “I’ve still got a lot more to make today,” he thought. After all, he had gotten up early just to make this massive order in time. Sliding the glass door shut, he tightened the back of his apron and started his search for the flour. “Just eight more cakes and countless cookies to go,” he said to himself. Eying the spontaneously sliced cake for his unexpected visitor he sighed, “make that nine…”
Panting through her nose and making a muffled wheezing, the corkset had finally stopped to catch her breath deeper into the woods. She still couldn’t believe it, even with the warm spongey cake stuffing her mouth. The chocolate flavor tantalizing her tongue, she savored the treasure in her mouth a bit before noisily gulping down the whole thing at once. It was absolutely blissful, never in her life had she eaten anything as nice as this! Stunned by the euphoria for a moment, she only began to process the recent events as the cake’s warmth faded. Why would she ever be given such an extravagant luxury? Maybe it was an accident. But, this couldn’t have been a trick, the thought of something so magnificent being a lie was simply too cruel. Besides, she had never heard such a gentle tone of voice directed at her. Oh, it made her knees weak to think about it, could someone like that actually like her? Thinking it over for only a moment she made her decision in an instant, she had to seek him out again. Over the years she had spent a lot of time watching the small town from the tall grass. She knew many humans spent a lot of time with pokémon… Oh but how plain she looked! Whenever she thought of a human with a pokémon they were always a skinny lopunny, a toned biclops, or a rail-thin brapshee gracefully floating at their side. How could she even compete? While the cake filled her stomach and the chocolate taste lingered in her mouth, she thought for a long while against that tree, hardly noticing the sun drift further up into the sky. Deep in thought, she unconsciously gripped her flexible stomach. Feeling how easily the doughy substance moved in her grip, she thought maybe there was a way she could make herself beautiful, maybe she could make this work…
Getting to work quickly, she began to strip the bark off small trees and set about stringing reeds into makeshift rope. She didn’t take advantage of it often, but her species was well known for their extremely flexible physiology. Binding the chunks of bark together into tight tubes she ignored the grumbling of her full stomach as she tested the tautness of the ropes. The time seemed to fly by, hours went past as she deftly assembled the pieces she needed. Before she knew it, it was already past noon, and she was proudly looking down upon the items she had so diligently crafted. Each wooden tube ready to go, she prepared herself and her gurgling belly to make them work. First was the small one around her neck, it was awkward, but it kept her head up so the pattern on her chin could create the illusion of a far prettier face. The next to went on her arms, squeezing tightly they actually lengthened her elastic arms, but she was happy to see how thin she was already becoming. She knew the stomach would be trouble however, so she prepped the next two for her legs next. Just like her arms they too became long and thin under the pressure. It was difficult to stand at first, but she was already beaming with pride at her transformation. Now lastly was going to be the most troublesome one, the corset for her gut. Bringing the wood around her stomach, she grimaced as it bubbled angrily. No, she couldn’t give up now, she would tighten this muffin top into oblivion! She gripped the cords of her corset and tugged hard. Despite her effort though, her stomach refused to yield completely, still sticking out far too many inches. With a fire in her eyes she pulled again, only to pause as a bass-filled bellow echoed out behind her. More accurately though, it came straight from her behind, as liters of gas infused with the cloyingly sweet scent of chocolate were forcefully jettisoned from her upset stomach. At first she blushed deeply thinking about how unbecoming this was for her new look, but with a pull and an epiphany, she realized removing this bloating was exactly what she needed. Pulling the strings harder her rumbling cannon only became more intense, the relief conflicting with the self-induced miasma. Fallen leaves left over from the recent fall swirled off the ground from the force alone, and her eyes began to water from the thick fumes rising around her. After several torturous seconds the roar mercifully quieted down to a hiss, and she felt her stomach finally yield to a miniscule diameter. Quickly stumbling towards a nearby pond and fleeing her own fetid fog, she looked at her reflection. She was gorgeous! Thin and tall, no one would mistake her for vermin now! Still admiring her new figure, a little puff escaped her restrained rear and lightly rippled the water. Quickly fanning the air with her tail, her face turned beet red as she took a mental note to avoid anything like that during her upcoming plan. Careful to maintain her new look, she cautiously began her walk back to that familiar grey house.
Meanwhile the inhabitant of that house was still busy, preoccupied moving crates into the back of his small refrigerated van. It took him all day to get everything baked and decorated, now he just had to cater the actual event. Perhaps if it was summer the work would have been more of an ordeal, but the relatively light weight of his food combined with the comfortably cool weather made the move manageable. He had always liked cooking, but only recently had he made a career out of it. Often, he sold what he made locally, but this was one of the few times he would rent a van and cater for the night. Still, all this work made him wonder about getting more help around the kitchen. He pondered, “I can’t quite afford an assistant, maybe a pokémon would work?” At the very least they could help him move boxes like this. He thought about this idea for a while, musing about how different ones might be able to help him in different ways. In the end though, he knew nothing about being a trainer, so it would probably be more trouble than its worth. Scrapping the idea, he cleared his head and bent down to move yet another box. Grabbing the last package, large, white, and packed with a plethora of cookies, he heard some ruffling coming around his own backyard. Unsure exactly what to expect, he put the box down and a hand up to his forehead to lessen the sun’s glare. He squinted trying to make out the source of the rustling.
He paused for a moment, “Is that a woman coming out of the woods?” he thought surveying the shape lumbering out of the lengthy grass. Waving at the unexpected visitor he yelled, “Are you uh, lost ma’am?” Maybe it was a wayward trainer? Still, it was quite unusual to just waltz into somebody’s property. Despite his efforts it looked like it only partially worked, the individual turned to face him, but they didn’t respond. Walking a bit closer he noticed their rough brown clothes, was that wood strapped to them? Approaching the fumbling figure he realized she wasn’t wearing green, she WAS green! Quickly reassessing the situation, he finally grasped tha his second unannounced guest of the night was yet another pokémon. At the same time, the corkset was starting to lose her nerve. Maybe she should have waited? She realized she didn’t even know what humans did to claim pokémon. Mind hurdling, she made a bizarre logical jump and figured a little dance might work. However, unused to this new body her efforts failed spectacularly. The man in front of her could only stare confused as the pokémon appeared to give a drunken rendition of “the robot.” Now far closer than he wanted to be, the pastry chef started to consider how to deter this deranged intruder. Reaching into this pocket he groaned, feeling a complete lack of any repels. Oh? He did however feel a small metal ball. “That’s it!” he thought. It was months ago, but he had received a pokéball as a poorly thought-out gift last Christmas, and it was still rattling around with the old receipts in his jacket.
Seeing the burgeoning panic in his eyes, the corkset tried a new approach; walking as daintily as she could toward the man. Surely he would be impressed by these movements? But before being able to finish her unintentional impression of John Lennon walking, she stopped when he suddenly held back a shiny red object. “Oh no, he’s already throwing things at me, what did I do wrong?” she thought as her heart sank. Before she could fully turn back though, he haphazardly tossed the object at her, and in a flash of red light she disappeared. Completely dumbfounded she tried to process what had just happened. Was she in the red thing? Struggling to rationalize, she grasped the situation with a sudden smirk. “This is what those humans put their pokémon isn’t it?” she realized. She had sometimes seen massive pokémon come in and out of little objects, but from the distance of her hiding spot she never made out what the trainers were doing. Relaxing her back at the thought, she puffed out her chest a bit, “I really MUST be irresistible now!”
Outside the metallic sphere the cook looked on in suspense, he didn’t even know how to throw a pokéball but it looked like it was working. What he did learn from watching TV however, was that this wasn’t finished yet. Eyes fixed he waited for the ball to rumble, the unruly pokémon no doubt attempting to smash its way outside. And yet it didn’t even move. Inching towards the ball to investigate, he flinched as the small button flashed red. Oh Arceus he had done it! Breathing a sigh of relief, he snatched the pokéball up and put it in his pocket. “Strange it didn’t put up more of a fight,” he wondered, completely unaware just how willing his captive was. His first thought was to head to a Poké Center and figure out what this thing was, but a glance at his watch discarded the notion. If he didn’t head out soon he was going to be late! Grabbing up the last boxes in his arms, he quickly plopped them in the back of his van and slammed the doors. Hitting the gas pedal, he hastily turned down the small street and over the horizon.
In contrast to how her new owner was feeling, this corkset was relaxed and giddily thinking about her future. Would she get to live in that house she so briefly looked into? It would probably be warm like the interior of this strange container all year long! Speculating about what her new relationship might hold, she could hardly tell how much time was going by. Maybe she could sneak into more lawns if she had someone standing watch? OH WAIT! Maybe she didn’t even need to look through trashcans anymore? With an unflatteringly loud grumble her stomach interrupted her train of thought. “Oh, but what would be the first thing he would make for me to eat?” she questioned, trying to recapture the taste of that wonderful ebony slice from heaven she had scarfed down earlier.
Beyond the walls of the pokéball and outside his jacket pocket, the man steering the van eyed the street. The sun had nearly departed and the streetlights had twinkled to life moments ago. Spotting the colorful building he was searching for he activated his blinker and prepared to turn in. He was surprised when a contest hall had hired him for catering, but there was no way he could refuse the opportunity. The building wasn’t huge, after all this wasn’t exactly a huge city, but he was more than proud to be hired here. Backing his van towards the rear of the building he had time to think about the pokéball weighing down his pocket. “Maybe they can help me move boxes?” he thought, unsure exactly how much someone needed to train a pokémon for a simple task like that. Shifting into park he shrugged his shoulders, “Couldn’t hurt to try, right?” Not totally confident, he stepped out onto the asphalt patch that had been eclipsed from the streetlights by the accompanying building. With a pop, the doors on the back of the van split open, and some more nippy air leaked into the already cooling environment. Taking a deep breath he pulled the round little object from his pocket. He had always seen how trainers whipped out there pokéballs and threw them, but he settled for just pushing in the button in this shady parking lot.
With another flash of red light, the corkset was thrown from another daydream about hot cake and cookies into sudden darkness and chilly air. Startled, she immediately teetered on the cracked asphalt before just scarcely holding her balance. While he wanted to laugh, the urge was suppressed by his dawning suspicion the pokémon could hardly help itself. “Uh, calm down okay?” he whispered, putting an arm on what he assumed was her shoulder. Spinning around to figure out what was happening, the corkset settled down upon realizing she was in fact not being ambushed. “Can you carry some of these boxes?” he asked, trying to gesture towards the stack filling his van. Still getting her bearings however, she yet again found herself freezing up around him. Unsure if anything he said was getting through, the young man made a bit of a show slowly bending down and grabbing a box, looking up quizzically to see if she absorbed anything. Unknown to him however due to her real face having been hidden, she blushed upon realizing she was being treated like a child. Faster than her stretched form would normally allow, she yanked a box from the back, almost tumbling backwards from her new figure. Despite the difficulty, she adamantly gripped a box in her spindly arms. It would be generous to call her stance whilst holding the box unwieldly, but upon seeing such tenacity the man smiled brightly. Giving a little thumbs up while gripping a few boxes, he motioned for her to follow. “Flawless,” he thought, already envisioning himself as one of those trainers on television.
Her lengthy legs found some difficulty keeping balance, but miraculously she followed her trainer through the winding corridors leading to the storage room. There wasn’t a kitchen in a contest hall this big, but all they really needed was a place to cart the food out from. Setting the stack of boxes down in the corner, he was already planning where to move the rest as his winded companion lightly added her cargo to the pile. “How exciting!” she mused, never actually having been in a building before. She may have only seen drab bricked corridors so far, but that was more than enough to get her enthusiastic to see more. Having decided how he would pile these goods, the chef’s gaze turned to his cohort, spotting the dazed look coming from both exhaustion and excitement. “You can wait here a sec while I grab the rest,” he mentioned, not wanting to stress the poor thing out. He had just caught her less than twenty-four hours ago. While he pushed open the doors back towards the parking lot, the corkset took a moment to collect herself. There were a few wooden pallets left over in the storage room, but what really caught her eye was a light cracking from between two doors on the opposite side of the room. Confident in how she looked, she caught her breath and inched open the doors before thrusting her head out.
Outside this tiny dark room was the main stage. White walls decorated with paintings gracefully arched upwards while a rich red carpet blanketed the ground. Below the stage, between the seats, and around the empty tables meant for food was a crowd of trainers and contestants alike. In truth this was a smaller stage, the seats only made for about fifty people, which this smaller show likely wouldn’t even host, and yet the sight floored her. All kinds of men decked out in suits and women draped in fabulous dresses accompanied by thin beautiful pokémon overwhelmed her. Almost reeling back she retreated into the poorly lit room. Just how could such a place exist? How could she make anyone look at her in place like this, let alone her new owner? Now worryingly shuffling in the corner, she almost jumped when the rear doors slammed open. Looking up she saw another large stack of boxes deposited alongside the rest. Bending back upright the chef noticed his pokémon’s apparent distressed state and he let out a noticeable exhale and popped the lid off a box. Slipping out an oversized cookie he turned back to her while saying, “I’ll give you one now, but you better help me move the rest of these boxes.” Without hesitation she snapped out of her stupor and snatched the delicious disk from his hand. While she was noisily devouring his bribe, the man couldn’t help but be a bit unnerved noticing how her mouth was seemingly at the top of her head. Pokémon like mawile existed however, so he simply shrugged his shoulders and sighed, “At least I’ve never seen someone so excited for my cooking.” Motioning to follow as he exited the building, the corkset enthusiastically wobbled on her legs behind him.
The rest of the work was easy, it moved quickly while the cook’s gentle humming unknowingly kept his companion steady. Before they knew it, they had a wheeled cart loaded and ready to fill the empty tables in the main room. Though she coveted the many divine cuisines plating the trays, occasional chiding from the young man kept her from demolishing the consumables. Ready to start displaying, he wheeled out the first shipment while corkset trailed sheepishly behind. Not wanting to attract attention to herself in such a glamorous setting, she anxiously kept her gaze down while moving trays on top of the tables. The faster she got him out of here, the less chance he might realize just how comparatively boring she was, so she doubled down her efforts to get everything plated as fast as possible. However he noticed her starting to rush, so he tried his best to calm her down, “Hey, we’ve still got half an hour before things get started, you don’t have to go that fast!” His words fell on deaf ears though, as she shakily but swiftly got the contents of the cart out despite his protests. “Alright, well if you’re so eager to help out I’ll get this cart loaded again.” He called out before slipping back into the storage room with the unloaded cart.
Made uneasy by her sudden desertion, she took her eyes off the tables and looked around the room. Someone in a top hat was showing off his gaudily dressed glaceon to those around him while a liligant posed for a photographer. She felt so out of place she was having trouble making the walk back to the doors. Before she could make it back inside however, she twisted her head to notice someone approaching her hastily placed cake. The woman was swathed in a purple dress and her pink lopunny was suspiciously eyeing one of the cakes. “Oh dear, you wouldn’t want whatever food they serve in a rinky-dink place like this!” she laughed haughtily while her lopunny turned her head up at the sweet and walked away. Anxiety turned to poorly contained rage as she watched the couple walk away. “How could they turn down such a confectionary masterpiece?” she thought, “Did they not know how hard he worked to make these gorgeous desserts?” Defiantly she strode up to the cocoa concoction, “If none of these elites want it, I’ll just have to show them how good it is!” Without any concept of etiquette, she deftly chomped a section straight out of the cake. She had planned on just taking one bite, but as the flavor hit her mouth, she lost her already minute control. It was lucky no one was focused on the food at this time, because an average bystander would have been horrified as she frenziedly downed the cake in record time, likely reporting that a wild pokémon had wandered into the building. Her brief rampage left her in a sugar-induced haze, so she hardly registered the restocked cart heading her way. “Huh… I guess we forgot to set one of the cakes out,” the caterer muttered as he noticed the vacant space left among the tables. Starting to return to reality the corkset groggily stifled a small burp before sluggishly rejoining her owner in moving plates.
It had taken nearly half an hour of unloading plates and making everything look pretty, but the work was done. Wheeling the empty cart back into the supply room he wiped his hands on his apron. “You can rest here, I’m going to talk to the manager about getting paid.” Sitting on an empty crate, the consequences of her recent cake binge was starting to become apparent to the bloated corkset. She had already loosened her corset a little, but the newfound pressure was still heavily straining the garment. All that sweet deliciousness was now sitting heavily in her gut, and to make matters worse it was starting to bubble angrily against its wooden confines. Knowing all too well what that last slice did to her stomach, she was nervously plotting how to rid herself of this bloating. She figured there was an easy way to relieve the pressure, but she worried doing it here would make herself the sole culprit when he returned. She couldn’t afford to be any less than perfect in the presence of these flawless specimens. She feared he might just leave her in that storage room if he whiffed what she was currently brewing. Peeking outside the cramped room she watched the crowd amble around the seats as the lights started to dim. It was starting to get difficult to make out one figure from the other. And that’s when it hit her… maybe she could use this crowd to her advantage.
Using that practice quietly creeping across lawns, she inconspicuously snuck into the crowd. If she did this right no one would know who to blame. Once she was satisfied no eyes were looking her way, she started a leisurely stroll while doing her best to casually spread a restrained ass cheek. Practically whispering a small prayer, she let the hold on her anus loosen ever so slightly. Amazingly what came out was nearly silent, there was simply too much force for pure silence, but the raspy hiss was difficult to discern under the chatter of the room. Instinctually the wave of relief made her want to relax, but she kept her focus and continued her act. Making sure to move slowly enough to avoid suspicion, this unfortunately left her unable to avoid the dense miasma trailing behind her. Catching just a bit of the scent drifting towards her nose she nearly gagged, but forcefully kept her demeanor as calm as possible. Moving forward the death cloud was absolutely steaming out of her, polluting the air with a stench reminiscent of a landfill for a candy factory. The abhorrent heat stung her rear on the way out, but she was only able to delicately flick her tail in an effort to disperse the scorching release. Resisting sticking her tongue out in pleasure she heard the first loud sniff of the night. Immediately it was followed by coughing, and then another and another. Starting to feel nervous the stream quickened like her heartbeat, but mercifully the volume of the coughs made the considerably less silent fart difficult to hear. Inching through the crowd, she made it to the other side of the room in ten seconds, but the release was still going.  Panicking at the thought of being singled out, she forcibly closed off her own gas leak before surveying the scene around her. Fortune must have smiled upon her, because while people were certainly looking, none had singled her out yet. She couldn’t see it from where she was, but an unfortunately placed vileplume was soaking up the attention of those with watery eyes seeking out the perpetrator. With a goofy smile she started slinking back to the storage room, content with the softened pressure.
Before a witch hunt could begin for the true culprit, the lights completely dimmed and the stage lit up. Over the loudspeaker a voice spoke, “Ladies and Gentleman, the contestants may get ready backstage!” Quickly Pokémon were darting towards a door next to the stage as people took their seats. While she could have kept going back to the storage room, she was unfortunately emboldened by her seemingly flawless stunt. What if she could compete on that stage? She could show she stood a chance against these snobs to her trainer! After all, she had wooed him into catching her on the spot, perhaps she could win whatever this competition was? Lacking the planning the situation probably deserved and wielding an inflated confidence, she snuck into the backstage entrance and queued in the forming line. Waiting backstage the un-dimmed lights reminded her just how fancifully dressed all these pokémon were. Quickly losing self-assurance she eyed the door she came in, only to flinch when it was slammed shut from the outside. With a nervous gulp she realized there wouldn’t be any backing out of this one.
In her head she had envisioned all the pokémon running up and showing their skills against one another, but in reality they were waiting single file to take turns showing their stuff on stage. It had only been a few minutes, but she was reminded with a bubbly groan about her ongoing struggle. Could this line go any faster? She knew she could blow them away with her performance, but she was currently struggling not to literally blow away the liligant behind her. It felt like a bomb ticking down, growing larger with each passing second. Without any humans around she decided to use her tail to constrict the corset around her, helping to tame the monster roiling around in her. The vaporeon in front of her merely disregarded her condition, remembering how nervous she first was to go on stage, “What an amateur,” she thought. It had only been several minutes, but they were a grueling test for the dolled-up corkset. She didn’t want to admit failure yet though, as she knew it was only a few more in line before she could take her turn. Arduously she waddled forward, until finally the vaporeon in front of her went beyond the scarlet curtain and onto the stage. The pressure had grown exponentially, and she was now wrapping her tail around her behind rather than her corset. The corset left on its own was nearly bursting, the reed ropes holding it together started to fray as they desperately fought her expanding stomach. Tortuously she peered at the vaporeon ahead of her spin a bottle on her nose. “Just drop it and get out!” she mentally screamed as the fish-dog took its sweet time flipping the bottle in the air and catching it, only to repeat this trick several times. Thankfully while the corkset was fretting over the disaster brewing inside of her, the vaporeon eventually caught the bottle on her tail before elegantly departing the stage. This was it, it was her turn!
Cautiously leaving the safety from behind the curtain she was dazzled by the spotlight shining on her. Against her will she was freezing up again, this time with all the silhouettes of the crowd eyeing her. She couldn’t see it with the bright light in her eyes, but a confused man in an apron was looking out from the back of the room. He had been looking around for her for a while now, but it looks like he had it figured out now. He thought about going up on stage to grab her, but he didn’t want to make a scene, so he held back. Unfortunately for him, a scene was going to happen regardless of if he stormed the stage. Brought back to reality by a groaning from her stomach, she quickly cobbled together a plan. She could dance, right? Right? Stumbling she started a twist, only to be hit by a massive gas cramp. Half way through the turn she heard a deafening crack ring out. “Oh sweet Arceus no,” she panicked. While she did her spin her corset had finally lost the battle and split apart at the seams. By the time she had finished the twirl she had nearly shrunk to half her height, all the mass diverted to her gut. Now full-blown panic fresh in her mind, the back of her “head” turned as red as a cheri berry. While most looked onward in confusion, a few misunderstood this as part of the act and clapped. Losing all composure, her face burned as the motion on her gut only doubled the pressure. Before the few cheers could end however, the hold on her sphincter finally broke.
It was like a weezing had self-destructed on stage, with a deafening boom the beast broke free while she covered her real face in embarrassment. Rattling the floorboards, waves of horrendous fumes made their escape from her overcrowded system. The liligant waiting behind her nearly wilted in the oncoming wall of stench, fainting only seconds into the gaseous onslaught. Even if she could stop it, it was too late now, the dam had burst and the guilty relief was eroding what little willpower she had left. The audience members in the front looked on in horror as the people in the back were still figuring out what was happening on stage. It wasn’t long until the gale force winds began their attack on the audience, quickly leaving their seats to put space between them and the horrific hurricane breaking forth. The vibrations were so strong the rest of her restraints had burst, and she was now fully exposed in her normal form under the spotlight, sounding a foghorn while her distended stomach rid itself of the festering dessert. Already some were leaving for the lobby as the remaining looked on with disbelief as the spectacle showed zero signs of slowing down. Unable to stop herself, the corkset’s mind almost shutdown from the strong conflicting emotions raging through her. The contestants unlucky enough to still be backstage were now aware some muk or skunktank must have been attacking the stage, and were hastily scampering out of the nose-burning and concerningly humid breeze.
Meanwhile in the audience, the owner of this display finally realized after the corset cracked that this was the very same pokémon he had found outside his trash not so long ago. Puzzled for more reasons than one, he resolved to get on stage, but was stopped when he hit the sweltering pocket of invisible funk enveloping the stage. Coughing on the concoction, he recognized with a bit of horror the taste of his own creations inside this swirling cloud of nastiness. Feeling guilty he was responsible for this, he pulled his uniform over his mouth in a makeshift mask and soldiered onto the stage. While to everyone present it must have felt like ages, this scene had been unfolding for only about twenty seconds. Battling the hell storm, the man bent down and lifted the lizard in what was essentially a bridal carry. Having trouble comprehending the situation, the corkset faintly recognized she had been lifted off the ground. Moving the hands off her face to see, she witnessed her owner dutifully carrying her away, despite the fact her ass cannon was still spewing toxic emissions. Now in her emotional confusion she felt even guiltier, even more embarrassed, and just a bit happy to be held like this. Looking down on his red-faced and tongue lolling pokémon he couldn’t stay mad, but he still muttered, “You’re real lucky we already got paid for this.” The sound of a motorcycle revving was eventually muffled as the pair made it past the storage room doors. In the aisle, dazed and hair eschew from the humid wind, the last person left in the audience thought, “What a brave guy, getting rid of that rampaging pokémon himself,” before promptly fainting from the abused atmosphere.
Feeling the rumbling mercifully come to an end with a deceptively soft squeak, the corkset unscrewed her eyes and looked around. She was being carried through the back corridors and into the chill night air behind the building. Registering that the movement hadn’t completely stopped, it fully dawned on her that her owner was carrying her out of the mess she had started. Feeling humiliated she did an impromptu kecleon impression as her blush was practically spreading across her whole body. Starting to slow down she half expected him to hurl her in the street like the vermin she was. But as she braced herself for impact, she realized they had stopped outside the passenger door of his van. Still ready to be thrown away like she deserved, she was stunned when he opened the door and set her gently down in the seat. Maybe it could be blamed on the lingering stench of sugar-dusted burning rubber, but she started to tear up in the seat. Before he could bend back up the corkset was grabbing onto his chest, tears streaming and holding him close. With a little laugh he chuckled, “Oh come on, I couldn’t possibly stay mad at someone who loves my food so much.” After a moment she softened her grip and let go. Doing his best to calm her he gently patted her head before climbing behind the steering wheel. While he started to back out of the parking lot, the silence was interrupted by the sound of sputtering against leather. When he turned around corkset was sheepishly fanning the air with her tail. “I’ll roll down the windows,” he commented as they sped out into the sparsely lit night.
Now it was the dawn of a new day. The young man was still asleep while his companion was uncurling from the foot of his bed. Last night she couldn’t accept his generous invitation to sleep beside him, but he seemed satisfied when she perched on the corner of the bed. Both had enough excitement for the day to fall asleep quickly, but the pokémon was far more accustomed to waking with the sun. Meanwhile the disrobed chef was snoring deeply, content to sleep in after getting up so early yesterday. The thin blades of light piercing his blinds were more than enough illumination for the pokémon to look around. The decorations however held her interest very little, instead opting to watch her partner in bed breathe in and out. The atmosphere was deeply comforting, and her mind was still sifting through the whirlwind of events that unfolded yesterday. She resumed her blush thinking about what she did last night, how embarrassing the whole thing was! Keeping her eyes on her newfound trainer, she was happy just to keep watching him sleep. Under her watchful eye, a different bit of movement under the sheets failed to escape her gaze. Further down than his chest a small tent was starting to form. With her entire face turning red she immediately recognized this lewdness. Her first thought was to pretend she hadn’t noticed, but a growing curiosity drew her closer. Exhaling a bit of hot breath over his member, she saw a little smile grow on his face. Taking in this sight she instinctually formed a new plan. She still felt guilty about ruining last night, and leaving a lingering scent in his van… This might fix things.
Taking care not to disturb him, she meticulously pulled the sheet down. Now his dick gently bobbed in the open air as he snored. Hardly containing her brand-new lust, she blew again along the length of his shaft to elicit a response. Still not rousing from his slumber, his member contrastingly stiffened in place. In response she restrained a guttural purring as she inched her mouth closer, warm breath tickling his skin. Teasingly gently she opened her mouth wide and slowly kept moving forward until his head was near the back of her throat. She was quite the elastic pokémon, so accommodating his length would hardly be an issue. “I’d like to see one of those stuck-up contestants manage something like this,” she thought as she softly brought her broad tongue to meet the bottom of his shaft. Delicately she started teasing the length of his dick, enraptured by the little jerks and moans she was creating. He still wasn’t awake yet however, so she took things further. With a soft squelch she locked her lips together and pushed forward until she reached the base of his shaft. Perhaps most pokémon would gag having their throats stretched like this, but she took it in stride. His face was certainly more active now, more apparent moans betraying his enjoyment. Overjoyed by the sight before her, she let out a soft laugh, which while incredibly muffled only served to softly vibrate the walls of her throat.
Meanwhile the man in bed was still half dreaming. “Oh Victoria,” he groggily muttered. Feeling such pillowy pleasure envelop him, he figured his girlfriend was feeling extra frisky today. Nearly lost in the feeling, it was a couple seconds before a thought bubbled to the surface of his mind, “Didn’t Victoria leave me a year ago?” Eyes suddenly popping open, he was greeted with the sight of half-lidded eyes virtually in his lap. As he struggled to piece the situation together, the corkset’s eyes widened and she froze in place. Caught again. Though her blush returned full force, her courage returned before the young man could say anything. Instead she doubled down, bringing her head back and forth rapidly. In turn her could only stifle a louder moan, he wasn’t quire sure if he was still dreaming, but he didn’t want it to stop. She kept her pace for a while longer, making sure to wrap her tongue in any motion she could imagine the whole time. Eventually though she pulled back, and with a wet pop she released his dick, still connected by a few strings of spit. While she desperately gulped air he could hardly believe what was happening, “Y-you.. don’t h-have-,” he stuttered before he was interrupted. Without warning the pokémon dove her head back down and he had to bite his lip as the sensation rapidly overwhelmed him. She didn’t want him to have to say another word, so she redoubled her efforts, doing her best to make her throat into a rumbling vice. For her efforts she was rewarded, as the man came harder than he would care to admit in seconds. It had been a long time, so what came spurting into her throat kept coming and coming, but with ease she swallowed whatever he produced. Brain on fire, he kept thrusting into her the entire time, still reeling from the sensation. As he released his last load, his companion swallowed before releasing him from her hot mouth. Still finding any words, he was stopped short again as she deftly cleaned his dick with her tongue, the excessive stimulation stopping any potential ideas from forming.
Lost in the afterglow, he watched his green partner back to the edge of the bed. Instead of jumping off though, she instead arched her back and presented her rear to the man. With a hearty slap she brought her tail down hard on a cheek and sent the whole meaty rear wobbling. Turning her head she gave the best sultry stare she could muster, until her eyes widened when an unexpected rumbling sounded over her partners panting. With a shy grin she started fanning the air with her tail. Despite the interruption her bed guest looked undeterred. It was going to be a very long morning for the both of them.