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Many members of the Elite Four spent their time on publicity tours, training, or accepting challenges from new trainers. They had an image to maintain, a job to do. That was what most of the Unova Elite Four was off doing now, absent from their home. All but one that is.
"Mmm...too early for this," a young woman groaned. Light filtered through her gothic room, rousing her from the peaceful sleep she'd been enjoying. She had been comfortable despite her current position, with her body nearly draped over her desk. Pulling herself up to a more relaxed seating, she blearily looked around. Her eyes settled on the scattered pages below, their lines filled to the brim with scrawls. Countless false starts, musings, and scribbles ended her late night in failure. She'd been desperate to find her muse for her next novel, and yet nothing. Not even a paragraph.
Flinging the papers off of her desk in frustration, the woman known as Shauntal stormed away with a huff. Why couldn't she come up with a story? She'd never had this problem before. Stories flowed from the tip of her pen like water from a spring. She'd published numerous novels and short stories without any trouble at all. They'd been celebrated and adored by countless fans! Yet now she was suffering from the one thing every author feared: writer's block.
"If this keeps up I might actually have to consider doing something else with my life. I don't get it though, how has this even been a problem to begin with?" Shauntal asked aloud, trudging out of her room and down to the Elite Four's communal hall. Pouring a bit of cereal for herself, she lazily propped her back against a wall, her mind wandering. What could she do next? Surely a story could come to mind with enough effort? As she munched away, a light tapping from the other end of the hall pulled her away from her thoughts. It sounded like a timid knock at the door. Looking at the clock, she saw it was only quarter past 9. A challenger this early? That seemed unlikely, but it wouldn't be the first time they'd had challengers at odd hours. Probably was a kid who was eager to test their mettle. Shame, but maybe it could give her some kind of inspiration. An underdog story, perhaps? Or someone crushed under the might of their superiors? She laughed at the concept, her mind starting to play with a few ideas. Even the possibilities of it all might just fix her muse, who knows!
Opening the heavy oak doors, the petite woman put on her best smile despite her slightly disheveled appearance. She may be off of her game, but that didn't mean she wasn't a representative of the league. "Unusual to have visitors so early. It's like the surprise of a good twist in a book, would't you say?" she said, expecting a response.
"Flame! Talonflame!"
"...Excuse me?" Shauntal paused, opening her eyes to see not a trainer, but a Pokemon in front of her. The Talonflame cocked its head to the side as it stared up, feather rustling. Before she could begin to ask why the Pokemon was even there, it hopped aside and revealed a package under its feet. It was somewhat small and hastily wrapped, with a large tag fixed to it. The Talonflame looked from the woman to the package, pecking at it as if to say "take it, it's yours."
"If you say so," she said with a shrug. Picking up the odd box, she read the tag over. "To the ladies of the Elite Four: May you have as much fun as I did!" it read. Shauntal raised an eyebrow. Fan mail was common. Gifts as well. But never something so vague, and without a return address or any sort of indication as to who sent it? Strange.
"Can't say I'm upset with a gift," she said. Turning her attention back to the bird, she offered a slight nod. "Thank you. I'll take it from here."
The Talonflame appeared satisfied, and in a burst of cinders it took off to wherever it came from. Shauntal closed the door behind her, tearing into the packaging with as much gusto as she would read a good book. Inside the box were several bulbous berries, each appearing fresh and unblemished. If she didn't know any better she would have guessed them to be belues, but the hue was deeper and the berries themselves were larger. Why would someone send these, and without so much as an explanation? And to "the ladies of the Elite Four" of all things? That was just weird.
Maybe this could serve as a start to a new story? 'A mysterious package, from a secret admirer,' perhaps? The suspense, the romance, oh I could just see it!" She squealed, whisking the box back to her room as the gears began to turn in her head once more. She knew the writer's block wouldn't last, especially not for someone of her caliber as a writer. Setting the package down at her desk, she tidied her space from the previous night and immediately set to work.
After churning through a few pages of her new tale, she leaned back to admire her work. Motivation like this wasn't common, but she knew more than anyone how helpful a good muse could be. Speaking of, the woman directed her attention back to the box that had even sparked her turn of fortune. Peering at its contents, she couldn't help feeling curious again. That note and the circumstances of the box were so strange to her still. What was the purpose of it all?
Whatever the answer was, she knew it lay within the berries themselves. Setting her pen down, she reached over and plucked a ripe berry from its package. It was soft to the touch, yet firm as she squeezed it. Nothing about it seemed any different from other berries aside from how unfamiliar it was to her. It must have been something exotic. That would certainly explain the mysteriousness of it all. A rare delicacy would make sense!
"I bet these must taste incredible!" Shauntal mused. It didn't take much for her to make a decision. Bringing the berry to her mouth, she took a small bite to give the fruit a taste. Immediately it was filled with intensely sweet juices, with flavors overwhelming her in an almost intoxicating fashion.
"Amazing!" She said, gobbling the rest in a hurry. "I've never had anything like this before! Oh, I'll have to do some research on these. I've never come across something like this in any book. They must be rare!"
As Shauntal gushed over the new fruit, she missed the growls emanating from her stomach. These sounds grew louder and more frequent even as the woman turned her attention back to her writing. And thanks to the long gloves and rather covered outfit she wore, she didn't notice the strange hue creeping across her skin. A dark, bluish color spread rapidly across her body, virtually unnoticeable outside of the view to her cleavage from her top, or if she bothered to cross her eyes and see the change in complexion. Of course neither were of any concern while she scribbled away her desk. The only thing she was worried about was focusing on her story and maintaining her motivation for as long as she could. Few things could interrupt an artist, especially once so impassioned with her work.
"Oof, maybe that berry was a bit much," she finally commented, putting an arm across her stomach. She felt a bit of discomfort, like she'd eaten a filling meal. That berry had been a bit on the hefty side. Filling out her stomach a bit too much wouldn't come at all as a surprise. And yet, it shouldn't have filled her up this much. Squeezing at her midsection, she couldn't help but notice it felt more...plush. That was odd. She was certain she hadn't put on any weight. It wasn't like she'd been eating that much. Even if she didn't get as much exercise as she needed, that wasn't reason enough to visibly affect her.
As she tried to focus on her story, she continued feeling the discomfort build, to a point that it was impossible to ignore. With a grunt, she shoved back from her desk once more. She expected to see some bloating. What she didn't expect was the clearly distended stomach in her lap. Even more surprising, it was growing.
"What...the heck?" The Elite Four member poked at her belly, watching as her finger sank into the soft flesh. With another growl, it lurched further outward, straining her coat buttons with a foreboding creak. As strange and honestly terrifying as it was, Shauntal couldn't help but feel fascination at what was happening. What a feeling! What a sight! She grasped at her belly and shook it, noting how the contents sloshed as it pressed outward.
"I've never seen anything like this, much less heard of it! What a strange sensation, it's incredible. Was this why they sent those berries? Did they want me to know? Oh I have to write this down, people must know what this is like!" Shauntal exclaimed. She pulled herself back to her desk as well as she could, her growing belly squishing against the hard edge as it continued oozing its way outward. Shauntal scribbled the sensations down into her journal, wanting to keep it recorded as best as she could manage.
She watched in amazement as the tingling only intensified, as did her discomfort, as her stomach advanced against the table and her clothes. Relief was not far behind, as the her two coat buttons fired off in rapid succession against her wall and ricocheted behind her. Now free, her belly escaped its confines and began to grow even quicker now. Shauntal rolled her head back in a sigh of relief. The pressure hadn't been painful, but it was a lovely feeling to be free of that constraint. Her own curiosity continued to grow with her body though, and she found herself pulling back from her desk once more. She didn't feel a need to write any longer; she wanted to experience it in full.
"Mmm, what a change. I can't believe this is even happening, this seems like something out of a fantasy or science fiction novel! I mean, a berry causing such changes at such a rapid pace. Who could have imagined something like that?" She lifted her belly and let it fall, intrigued by sensitivity it brought with it. Sure there was curiosity, but there was also a hint of pleasure as she was discovering. She was enjoying this. In fact she was really enjoying this, she thought with a blush. Her stomach was enormous by this point, an engorged ball that hung down to the edge of her skirt. Had she not known better shed'd have said she was fat or pregnant, but no - it was juice. The berry was somehow filling her up with juice! Just how far would it go, she wondered. How full could she get?
As if her body was answering, she felt a shift. Her belly continued its growth, but she noticed a churning that seemed to spread all throughout her body. It was strange and unsettling. She almost felt afraid at how foreign it was to her. Even so, she felt a shiver of anticipation run the length of her spine as she stood. What was next? Was this really going to go even further? She let her hands run down her body, noticing as the bloating began to take its toll all over. Her leggings were becoming tight. They had been form-fitting from the start, made to be light and cozy for long nights of writing or for her occasional late walks about the halls. Now they were clearly far too small. The slight gap between her thighs closed off as she felt them touch and warmly grow against one another. She could feel her fingers sink in to every inch of skin as her body grew from head to toe, stretching out her clothes and sending stronger waves of enjoyment.
"Mmph...I'll leave these in Caitlin's room for when she gets back. In fact," Shauntal giggled, spying the box on her desk. "I think she'd quite enjoy trying this herself." As the ghost trainer made her way back over, she could feel her body's new size taking its toll. Her normally long stride was reduced to a near waddle, the added weight and heft of the juice making it more difficult than she'd taken into account. Picking up the box, she smiled as best as her plumping face could manage before waddling back towards the door. Her body shook with each step, juice sloshing within while sending her new curves jiggling outside. She found it increasingly distracting, especially as her arms thickened against her inflating bust. In fact, as she noticed, her tits were becoming even more impressive than before. The window to her cleavage was more than that now, the gap providing an escape to the top half of her boobs as they squeezed up and out against their fabric oppressor.
She tried to shake the distracting thoughts away. This was becoming more than just intriguing - it was down right stimulating. Her cheeks warmed at the pumping of the juice inside of her and her legs attempted to cross, she realized as she reached a chubby hand for the door. If this kept up she might be in trouble, she giggled deviously.
As the now quite rounded woman stepped through the doorway to the stairs, her joy was shaken by a realization of something off. It took a moment to understand what, but Shauntal squirmed and twisted her head about in a desperate attempt to confirm her fears: she had grown too wide to make it through her door. In fact, she had somehow wedged herself snugly in the doorframe, her body wriggling in futility to escape its new prison.
"This can't be good," she said. "No, yeah, this is not good at all." Shauntal tried moving her legs and arms furiously, the massively bloated limbs uselessly moving only inches as they warped, filling rapidly with trapped juice that seemed to only pump her even faster now that it was caught without free space to spread. Her fingers became thick and she felt her grip on the box loosen, its contents dropping to the stairs below. Her clothes groaned further, her ribbon rising up around her head as the rest of her rounded on both sides of the doorway. Tears rapidly formed in her coat, bra, and leggings, shredding the outer garments within seconds and leaving her underwear strained at its limits.
And as the woman continued to struggle to free herself, she became aware of something new. There was the continued feelings of both pleasure and fear, but something had happened. As she rocked in the confines of her prison, she noticed her body was pressing against far more than before. All around her, she felt the cool walls, ceiling, and even the floor of the hall pressing up on her juicy body. It was altogether strange, unsettling, and wholly fascinating. But above all, her mind realized, it made her horny. She was enormous, and only growing bigger. Sure she was stuck, but she had never felt so aroused in her life. The stretching of her skin, the taut confines of her undergarments quickly reaching their limits, and a strange sort of arousal that she couldn't have imagined experiencing before were taking over.
With a crack much like a massive rubber band snapping, her panties and bra broke free, leaving the trainer nude and trapped. Whimpering loudly, Shauntal tried to reach anyone that could help her. She knew no one would come, but she felt it was all she could do. Her body groaned. The churning inside seemed to only grow louder, and with it a sickening sound that accompanied the pressure building in her body. Was there a limit the human body could take? Was this the climax of her story, left to a gruesome end? She didn't want to give the idea further time to stew, electing to focus instead on everything else as a different kind of climax began coming on.
She didn't know how, but despite how clouded her mind was, one thing remained clear to her: she was beyond ready to erupt. The shaking, the stretching, and the tingling was leaving her rational side quickly behind. All that was left was a carnal desire, a need to see this to the end. She shook, panted, and rubbed her body as best as she could against the confines of the building around her, both in her room and out. Something was telling her she needed this, and badly at that.
Her body was reaching its limit, juice beginning to not only leak from her nipples and pussy, but from the edges of her mouth as well. With a gurgled moan she trembled, feeling her body quake with unrelenting force at peak pressure. 'This is it,' she thought. 'This is the end.'
With the sudden force of a waterfall, Shauntal's body gave in and began to discharge massive amounts of juice from her pussy as she reached orgasm. The liquid flowed freely out of her in such a head-spinning rush that all Shauntal could do was let her body do the talking as it rocked to and fro. The juice emptied itself out and down the steps in a torrent that flooded the hall below, leaving the Elite Four member beginning to return to normal. Not that she could feel much beyond unearthly levels of pleasure at the moment, the moment unlike any other she'd felt before. Once the flow had stemmed, the woman was left dazed at the top steps, free from her doorframe but spread in a heap on the floor. She didn't dare stand for some time after, trembling far too much and leaving her too weak to even lift herself up.
"In-incredible," she gasped. She rocked her head back and forth on the stone floor, feeling the its cool surface mix with the wet juice against her body. Pulling a shaky arm into view, she smiled. The color had changed, no longer the blue tint it had gained from before.
"So you return to normal afterwards? That's...relieving," she muttered. The ordeal had taken a lot out of her, but she wasn't done yet. In fact, she had so much to write about now! Perhaps an erotic tale of a woman discovering something forbidden, fated to the enormous consequences of her actions? She smiled and giggled at the thought. People would think she was disturbed if she published that. And yet, maybe some could be convinced, she thought. Tilting her head to look down the stairs, she could just make out the curve of one of the berries, still intact.
"Like any good book, sometimes you have to experience it for yourself," she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes.