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She had earned every luxury her former life had & by god she would have it all again! So after a few day’s Gardè thanked the monks for their hospitality, bid them adieu, & set out on her journey back to the top. Confident in her ideas, Gardè planned to hoof it to Goldenrod city, she had connections there, members of the wealthy elite who were big players in the fashion world & media tycoons who, upon finding out she was a free agent, so to speak, would leap at the chance to work with an established star such as herself.\nSee, in Gardè's mind, there was nothing wrong, she was flawless & perfect in every way. Completely in denial to the fact that those wealthy assholes she was banking her future on would see her as the washed-up fading star her former trainer had, too old to be a cute fresh face & too young to be a silver minx socialite. If Gardè was smart, she would start her own agency, her own company & rise to the top behind the scenes; but she made money being pretty not smart so ah. Regardless, I’m getting off-topic, back to Gardè's plan. It started going awry with 5 minutes when she tripped going down the stairs from the tower. Getting up & brushing herself off, Gardè set off down the path to Violet city, still confident her plan would succeed.\nFor a short time, it did. It was a beautiful early summer day so the walk to town was pleasant enough, upon making it the people in Violet city were nice enough, providing her directions to Azalea town, & politely, no one tried to catch her despite Gardè being a “Wild Pokemon” (Wild pokemon is in air quotes because Gardè does not really consider herself one). Even the walk to Azalea town was nice, it only took a few hours, the air was clean, the path was nice, & the people she met along the way were friendly. By the time Gardè passed the Slowpoke well & made it into Azalea town proper, the sun was setting & she had an inflated sense of self-confidence, thinking if she could make it this far, she could make it anywhere. This was about the time things started to go downhill. Lacking any money Gardè was forced to get a free room at the pokemon center. Like with the monks it wasn’t a bad room, just rather plain & sparse but it came with a hot meal & clean sheets so Gardè grinned & bore it for the night. The next morning Gardè's new streak of bad luck continued as the nice day she had previously enjoyed was now gray & storming. Already knowing Gardè's plan, nurse Joy advised her to stay in Azalea town until the weather cleared. The Ilex forest was so dense that on the sunniest day it was shrouded in eternal twilight, on a stormy day like this, it would be nearly pitch black. But Gardè would not be dissuaded & despite nurse Joy’s protest, headed out to the Ilex forest.\nReaching the edge of the forest, Gardè hesitated, she remembered what nurse Joy said & looking into the forest, she could barely see a few feet in front of her, but she was determined, Gardè wanted her life back & she wouldn’t be stopped by low visibility & bad weather. So she plunged in, quickly getting surrounded by trees. Almost immediately Gardè realized this was a bad idea, not only did the visibility get reduced by a foot, nearly all outside sound was blocked, & the path was not well maintained more than a quarter-mile past the entrance; becoming a sporadic foot trail between the trees. This was the point Gardè realized nurse Joy was right & she needed to leave now. So she turned around & the path was gone. Confused & scared, Gardè could swear she only followed the foot trail a few feet into the trees but looking back she didn’t see the path nor did she see the foot trail beneath her feet. Trying to keep herself from panicking, Gardè hurried back through the trees trying to find the trail. She had no sense of direction here since the forest blocked out all outside sound, even the rain barely made it through the dense canopy, leaving \tGardè trapped in a world where her senses were useless. Gardè's fear continued to mount as she didn’t find the path & couldn’t even remember which direction she came from, everything looked the same.\nFor hours Gardè wandered the forest looking for the trail. Since everything looked the same & she never thought to mark her trail she had no clue if she was going in circles. At first, Gardè was afraid, then she became desperate, then hopeless as the realization of her situation set in. she was lost in a huge dense forest, she had no idea where she was going, she could barely see, & exhaustion was setting in. Eventually, after wandering for what had to have been most of the day, Gardè sat down, leaning against the trunk of a huge tree. Planing to rest her eyes for a few moments, Gardè found herself sitting up off the ground, small rays of light streaming through the canopy, giving the forest an eternal twilight type of look. Figuring she had fallen asleep, Gardè's fears & worry were somewhat diminished with the dawn on a new day, there still was no path in sight but at least she could see now. Her first concern though was the hunger pains stabbing her stomach, unfortunately, Gardè had failed to bring any food, much less camping supplies so she was shit out of luck unless… \nGardè slowly waddled away from the immense foulness that her body had expelled from any hole one could think of, using the trees for support. Being from the Kalos region & you know, rich, Gardè had no clue what barries were safe to eat & which ones were Giratina’s torture devices, so she had eaten any that were bright & colorful, a bad idea. Still in pain & exhausted from her ordeal, Gardè wined more & more as the brambles continued to scratch her legs & rip her dress.\n\n“I hate this, hate hate hate this. I spend the best years of my life working my ass off to make a name for myself, to make that bastard trainer all his money, & he just dumps me like im trash. He couldn’t even leave me somewhere nice, instead, he leaves me in bum fuck nowhere to fend for myself & to get lost in this stupid forest. Well fuck him, im going to get to Goldenrod, im going to pick up right where I left off, & I will be bigger than ever, he’ll wish he never got rid of me.”- Gardè ranted all this to herself, trying to make herself feel better by shitting on her former trainer & denying the severity of her situation.\n\nWhat Gardè couldn’t deny though was how lost she was. Crossing a stream she was sure she had never seen before, the trees were getting closer together & the undergrown was getting thicker, only confirming to Gardè that she was going deeper into the forest. It wasn’t the most ideal thing to do but Gardè refused to change direction again after getting so lost. As the forest thickened Gardè began to see wild pokemon all around her, much to her dismay. Unlike trainer pokemon, wild pokemon were like animals, unintelligent, territorial, & lacking the higher reasoning & self-awareness humans & trainer pokemon had. Up until this point, the only wild pokemon Gardè had seen were some flying types & the occasional Mankey but now bug types were everywhere. Kakuna’s & Cascoon’s hanging from branches, Weedle’s & Wurmple’s crawling everywhere, & any number of things she could hear but not locate. Gardè hated bugs.\nStill fuming & now having to keep her eyes open for bugs, Gardè pushed her way through some thick branches, entering a small clearing between the tree where the sun actually made it to the ground. Pausing for a movement to enjoy the sunlight, Gardè stretched out, enjoying the sunlight. Looking up at the sky, Gardè guessed it was late afternoon by the positioning of the sun overhead, causing a bit of dread to creep back in as Gardè realized she may have to spend another night in this shitty forest. Reaching up to scratch her head, she felt something soft & lumpy in her hair. Thinking she had gotten something in her hair, Gardè quickly grabbed it, pulling it out & down to eye level where, to her extreme horror, she realized she was holding a squirming Weedle.\n\n“AAAAAHHHHHH.”\n\nScreaming like a tortured Banshee & bolting like a Golbat out of hell, Gardè would have shit herself if she hadn’t emptied herself just hours earlier. Now crashing through the brush & trees with reckless abandon, Gardè didn’t know where she was going, nor did she care, she simply ran in a blind panic, a primal urge to escape having overtaken her. Eventually, Gardè tripped, sprawling head over heels down a steep hill before landing in a heap on the hard ground below. Breathing hard & tasting coppery blood in her mouth, Gardè took a moment to compose herself before slowly attempting to stand, her head pounding. Sore as the dickens but feeling nothing broken or out of place, Gardè began looking around, rubbing the sore spot on her head. Her previous fear & even her pain were quickly forgotten, replaced by alation & joy when she realized she had (accidentally) found the path. Looking both left & right, Gardè had no idea which direction was the right one & was just about to pick arbitrarily when a trainer came from around a corner. Thanking Arceus & believing her salvation had arrived, Gardè hurried towards the trainer, waving, shouting, just trying to get his attention. Unfortunately, this trainer didn’t care what Gardè was saying, he didn’t care that she was obviously distressed & in need of help, nor did he care that etiquette dictated that you ask a sentient, trainer-raised pokemon if they wanted to join your team & journey with you. No, Gardè, being female, suited his purposes & was identified as wild so she would be his whether she wanted to be or not. Gardè was a poor excuse for a battler at the best of times but being sore, hungry, bedraggled, & exhausted; she had absolutely no ability to resist or struggle when the red & white pokéball smacked her in the head & pulled her inside.\nSuspended in the inky void of a pokéball, Gardè was indigent, she couldn’t believe that trainer had just captured her without even asking. \n\n“Although.”- She thought.- “Maybe this could work, once I speak with him & explain who I am & the kind of money he could make following my plan, I might just have a free ride to Goldenrod & then I can ditch this rude jackass.”- Gardè smirked evilly, wringing her digitized hands together in a scheming motion.\n\nChapter Two: Since it was intentionally impossible to tell how much time was passing inside a Pokéball, Gardè didn’t know how long she had been in there when she felt herself get pushed out but she figured it couldn’t be all that long. Who wouldn’t want to meet their new pokemon, right? Still sore & hungry but feeling better overall, Gardè opened her eyes too, surprisingly, bright sunlight & found herself standing among the rolling green hill & blue skies of the Kalos region. For a moment, Gardè thought the whole thing had been a bad dream, that she had fallen asleep in the soft grass under the warm sky & dreamed up the entire nightmarish ordeal. Then logic & reason kicked down the door of her delusions as Gardè realized she could barely move & the only gestures & expressions she could make were ones of positivity & happiness, she was in pokemon-Amie.\nFiguring this jackass trainer wanted to bond with her, Gardè expected some Poké Puffs, grooming, & some pats; honestly, not an overall unpleasant experience. As expected, the white-gloved floating hands appeared but there were three of them.\n\n“Strange.”- Gardè thought.- “But whatever.”\n\nThen a box labeled Poké Puff’s appeared, also different but Gardè was in no position to turn down free food. Expecting something similar to the hand-prepared puffs she was used to, Gardè was bemused & dismayed when instead of something small light & airy, the puffs the hand-pulled out were huge dark & incredibly dense looking. Starving & not wanting to be rude, Gardè took a bite of the puff the hand was holding in front of her face, it was vile & leaked a neon green fluid that smelt like death & sizzled when it hit the fake ground. Unable to spit it out due to how Amie worked, Gardè was forced to swallow it, by far the vilest thing she had ever eaten. What Gardè could do though was refuse to eat it, a fail-safe built into Amie to protect pokemon from careless trainers, unfortunately, the second hand immediately forced her mouth open when she refused to eat & the first hand shoved the rest of the puff in her mouth.\nPuff after puff was shoved into Gardè's mouth this way. Thanks to Amie she was forced to eat them, powerless to stop it. But while the taste was vile, the effect they were having on Gardè's body was far, far worse. The moment the first puff had passed her lips, Gardè had felt her stomach begin to bloat. Starting slowly at first but rapidly increasing with each puff, Gardè's stomach swelled as if oatmeal was filling her skin, breaking down her toned muscles, turning them into the same substance. What’s more, that substance began spreading, moving from Gardè's stomach to her hips & thighs, painstakingly bloating them while destroying her toned figure, ballooning her hips out to comically large proportions. \tAs Gardè's hips ballooned & she developed thunder thighs worthy of Thor, her torn, mud-splattered, thousand poké dress began to stretch & pull apart, exposing her obese tree trunk legs & more importantly, her Pokéball panties. This, to Gardè's dismay, is where the 3rd hand came in, immediately beelining to her exposed panties & going to town. Squirming into Gardè's tightening panties, the hand imminently began digging into Gardè's thickening pussy, noodling in all its fingers & eventually the whole fist, as it began giving Gardè the workout of her life. Now, Gardè was no virgin, hell, she even had a daughter but by no means was she prepared for a whole fist jackhammering itself inside her pussy. Still unable to move or stop what was going on, Gardè could do nothing as this modded Amie program wreaked havoc on her poor pussy & stuffed her face with vile, fattening PokéPuffs.\nSpeaking of the puffs, Gardè's lower half was no longer the only victim as her chest & arms began to swell as well. Her arms becoming overstuffed sausage casings filled with lard & covered in rolls. While her semi-perky C-cups shot right past D & straight into double E’s as her dress was stretched so tight her now-massive nipples became visible against the fabric & her empathy spike threatened to be smothered by the encroaching tit lard. Top all that with puffy cheeks & a face drowning in fat & it was as clear to Gardè as it would be to anyone else that any chance of regaining her former glory was well & truly gone.\nDespite being ruined rather quickly, Gardè's humiliation went on for hours. Poképuffs were shoved down her throat until the box was empty, leaving her so fat & swollen that just standing was painful for Gardè as her lard ass pulled heavily towards the ground. The had in her pussy had not stopped for a moment, sending Gardè into orgasm after unwanted orgasm as the fist stimulated her insides, leaving her waiting to fall & faint but unable to do so due to the programming of Amie. The biggest problem Gardè had though was her gut. See, after her stomach started to swell, Gardè sucked in, trying to keep her stomach taunt & shapely & she had held it the entire time. But now, sore, exhausted & having lost most of her resolve, Gardè couldn’t keep it up & once the fisting hand sent her into her 11th orgasm, Gardè exhaled, & the damn burst. Flowing out like a flash flood, Gardè's massive gut nearly hit the floor & ripping her dress off her bloated frame. The once pristine white flesh covered in stretch marks & looking like a disgusting waterbed hanging off her frame & jiggling like Jell-O in an earthquake. Out of puffs & seeing that Gardè was as ruined as puffs & fisting could make her, Gardè's new trainer chose to recall her to her Pokéball, finally allowing Gardè to sink into the blissful unconsciousness her aching body was craving.\nChapter Three: As always, No time seemed to pass for Gardè between Pokéball trips so when she was released once again she had no clue how long it had been since she was stuffed like a Christmas turkey. Feeling a lot better albeit still an obese ruined lard ass, Gardè figured her trainer must have restored her at a pokemon center since she was no longer sore or exhausted. Looking around, Gardè saw the thick pines & felt the cool air of the Johto region, meaning she was at least in the real world this time. Slowly working her way to her feet (an exhausting process) Gardè stood panting in her bra & panties, trying to figure out where she was now since this whole damn region looked the same to her. Standing in a field & looking to her left, Gardè saw a farmhouse in the distance & to her right a tall wooden fence. Figuring the farmhouse was her best bet for some answers, Gardè began slowly waddling that direction, determined to do something about her new asshole trainer.\nIt took Gardè almost 2hrs to cover a distance she could have walked in 30 minutes before she was ruined. By the time she was out of the field & in the backyard of the farmhouse, Gardè was sweaty, exhausted, & sore from the minimal exercise of her slow waddle. Thanks to being essentially a ball of lard in a Gardèvoir shaped container, sweating made Gardè stink, the smell depressingly reminiscent of the mouth breathing obese neckbeards always asking for her autograph & pictures at fan fests. Heading to the backdoor with single-minded determination, Gardè failed to notice the 5 poison pokemon staring her down until a Garbodor stepped in front of her, blocking her path.\n\n“Move.”- Gardè demanded, not wanting to waste her time with this literal garbage, unaware the other 4 had surrounded her.\n\nWhen he didn’t comply, Gardè was about to start screaming at him but before she got the chance, all 5 jumped her. Grabbing her bloated fat rolls, the 5 Mons hoisted her up onto Garbodor’s head & began going to town without a word or care for Gardè's feelings. At first, Gardè tried to fight them off, she struggled & yelled but when Garbodor stretched out her panties & jammed his massive dick in her thick pussy, Gardè truly became powerless to do anything. Since she lacked an offensive physic power & her body was useless, Gardè couldn’t stop Garbodor from fucking her pussy, nor could she stop the other Poison-types from getting in on the action. Consisting of Garbodor (the leader) Toxicroak, Gengar, Alolan Much, & Toxtricity; the 5 began having their way with Gardè, fucking every hole & fat fold she had. While the others were bad, Garbodor in her pussy was by far the worse. His dick was a massive tentacle wider than the Amie fist & Garbodor pounded her pussy with ruthless efficiency, slamming in & out of Gardè at light speed, his toxic burning chemicals making her body heat up & become feverish. \nThe smell was abhorrent, the stank of 5 Poison-types + Gardè's disgusting body was enough to kill the grass below them, turning it black & crumbling it into dust in the wind. Between the smell, & the horrific tastes/feelings, Gardè's noise became red, puffy, & runny; & her mascara began running down her face as her eyes watered.\n\n“Wait…. I’m not wearing mascara!”- Gardè, realized terrified.\n\nGardè didn’t know it yet but viscous black poison was running out her tear ducts, the first signs of what was to come. As Gardè's body was fucked her every hole was stretched, the massive Muk’s dick down her throat, just shoveling toxins into her stomach. Gengar was in her ass & Gardè could actually feel her soul getting fucked. Toxicroak & Toxtricity were fucking her fat rolls, sending waves of electricity throughout her body. This went on for a solid hour, any resistance Gardè had left dissolving in poison. But finally, something changed when, with a massive roar, Garbodor slammed his tentacle dick deep into Gardè's body & unleashed his nasty orgasm & vile, toxic sperm deep into Gardè's body. This triggered the other Mon’s as they unleashed their cum into Gardè's body as well, filling her insides & coating her body in poisonous jizz. All 5 of them orgasmed them for about 10 minutes filling Gardè with cum to the point she thought she would burst. Once they finished, tapering off before stopping completely, Gardè thought it was over, hoping her latest torment was finished. Sadly & to her horror, the other 4 besides Garbodor switched places, ready to start all over again as Gardè sobbed.\nSix hours later Gardè lay in a massive puddle of cum on soaked, dead ground. After fucking her without rest or compassion for hours, the five poison types finally got bored & wandered off, leaving Gardè a disgusting mess, quietly sobbing. Full of, covered in, & completely saturated with cum; Gardè could feel the toxins, poisons, & venom coursing through her body & soul. Mixing with the sperm & soaking into her flesh, Gardè didn’t know what would happen now, or what the point of this latest torture was, but deep in her violated soul, she knew nothing good would come of it. Her poisonous tears steaming on the cum soaked ground.\nChapter Four: Nearly 6 weeks passed since Gardè was dropped off at what she quickly realized was a daycare & it has been hell. Every day those 5 poison types violated her bloated body, often for several hours at a time, multiple times a day, & always together as if the idea of Gardè not having every hole & fold violated at once was completely unpalatable to them. As Gardè predicted, this brought about only bad things as the constant flow of poison & cum soaking into her body began to change her, corrupting & mutating her into something horrific. \nFirst, it was her personality, Gardè found her thoughts & language skills becoming dull, simple, rude, & crass; a far cry from the highly educated socialite she was just two months prior. Originally she tried to correct herself, tried to keep her language clean & sophisticated as she begged for her freedom but soon the words just started slipping from her brain, her politeness & formality becoming a distant memory she no longer could recall. Next, it was her appetite & tastes. Whether it be from the poison filling her every cell or just the stress of the whole situation, Gardè's appetite skyrocketed & like her language, her tastes became crass & unrefined. Instead of pining after the handcrafted Poképuffs she loved, Gardè found herself craving the thick, sloppy gruel they served at the daycare. During meal times, Gardè couldn’t help but go into a trance state, gorging herself in a pig-like feeding frenzy as she consumed gallons of gruel like a sloppy, messy animal, often snapping back to reality with a sore, taut stomach, covered in slop. Beyond that, Gardè found herself craving cheap wine, despite never enjoying alcohol before, Gardè found herself putting away bottles of the stuff like it was her damn job & the daycare was more than happy to provide, whether it be out of misplaced kindness or just sick amusement. Finally, Gardè's body, her most valuable asset, went beyond worthless, becoming a downright biohazard. Frankly, looking back, Gardè should have realized the toxic tears staining her face were an indicator of things to come. Thanks to the constant fucking & grotesque amount of food she consumed, Gardè's body continued to swell, becoming more & more of a worthless lard ball as each day passed. Unsurprisingly, Gardè soon realized she was pregnant, having experienced the event once before. But while that was a single egg, this appeared to be dozens as Gardè's stomach swelled, becoming a rock-hard mass that stuck out in front of her at all times, bloated & swollen with more eggs than Gardè had seen in her entire life. Each week the daycare contacted her asshole trainer, asking if he wanted to collect them but each week he declined, seemingly content to wait until Gardè gave birth on her own, an unusual process for trainer pokemon. But even this wasn’t Gardè's biggest concern as what was happening to her body was a lot more alarming than what was growing inside it. As foreshowed, Gardè was becoming toxic inside & out. Thanks to the wine, Gardè's lips were stained a deep shade of purple, thanks to the poison they puffed up significantly taking on an almost slutty apprentice if not for the rows of razor-sharp teeth that now filled her mouth. Following in her lips footsteps, Gardè's hair turned a dark green & stank like rot whenever she sweats, which was all the time & to add insult to injury, it was a yellowish-brown color with a green sheen. Her breasts & pussy expanded, shredding her braw & panties off her body, destroying the little bit of modesty she had left. Her now F-cup tits sagged painfully at her sides, covered in stretch marks & ending in purple areola & nipples as wide as a coke can. If Gardè's tits were starting to sag before, it was nothing compared to now. Following the tits, Gardè's used pussy stretched & sagged as well, her labia becoming a pair of thick meat curtains covered in gross little hairs, smegma, & warts; turning that same dark purple color & dripping a putrid fluid. Beyond that, cellulite & stretch marks formed everywhere, giving Gardè's skin the texture of cottage cheese. Finally, her empathy spike began to warp, becoming disfigured & her skin began turning brown. At first, Gardè thought it was dirt but after trying to use rainwater to wash, it became clear it was her skin color. While these weren’t the only changes they were the most drastic & they didn’t stop. Day by day week by week, Gardè's changes became more severe, her thunder thighs became bigger, her ass sagged farther, her stomach became larger, & her cellulite spread, coating her stomach, breasts, & even her face. Worse than that, Gardè's breast began spraying a nasty, thick slime. She was forced to drink it by her Poison-type tormentors, Gardè found it to be rancid, spoiled milk that tasted as bad as it smelled. Since Gardè refused to drink it again & no Mon was willing to milk her, Gardè's breasts became painfully engorged, with her overflow of milk constantly spraying on the ground around her.\n8 weeks since her Gangrape & Gardè might as well have been a Snorlax, she was the size of one & she moved just as little. In the two weeks since Gardè's changes really became apparent, Gardè's girth had gotten so out of hand that she could barely waddle anymore, the process of moving more than a few feet at a time exhausting her. While the amount of flab hanging off her once petite frame certainly contributed, the main culprit was the obscene stomach hanging off her front. Now nearly as big as the rest of her body combined, Gardè's stomach stuck out several feet in front of her, covered in angry red stretch marks & ending in a fist-sized belly button. Whether it be unfortunate coincidence or a cruel indicator of things to come, the browning skin plaguing Gardè was worst at the end of her stomach centered around her belly button, mixing with the red stretch marks & the burning sensation of skin stretched over a womb containing at least 100 eggs.\nSitting on the ground, Gardè's stomach rested in front of her, lying flat on the ground & forcing her to lean back due to sheer girth. Because of her rancid slop milk, putrid pussy puss, & slimy sweat, the ground wherever Gardè sat always became soft & swampy, meaning she was wallowing in a mud puddle almost constantly. Which was fitting for the pig she believed she had become. It was a day like this when the asshole who had caught her reared his ugly head once again. Sitting in the mud after another fuck session with the poison types (who she found out belonged to her trainer), Gardè was rubbing her swollen stomach, trying to settle it & mitigate the burning for at least a little bit. Having already put three bottles away since her involuntary cum bath, Gardè was already drunk & in a foul mood; so when she saw her dick hole of a trainer striding across the tainted soil with the daycare owner in tow, she wanted to tell him off, to call him every offensive name in the book but she couldn’t. Since her transformation, Gardè had lost the few physic abilities she had including the ability to speak, while most trainer pokemon were sentient, only physic types could speak & Gardè was now poison, a fact she hated. Choosing instead to stare & scowl at the asshole, Gardè wanted to waddle away but she had just sat down & the energy to get up was more than she had thanks to the gangbang. Breaking the growing tension, the daycare worker turned to the trainer & said:\n\n“As I said on the phone, your pokemon has an extreme number of eggs currently inside of her. I think it will be best if we induce labor for collection. I know you wanted to let her birth naturally, but I just dont see that being viable given her extreme cond-.”- The trainer raised his hand, silencing the worker instantly. Looking back to Gardè, he said the first words he ever spoke to her.\n\n“Back to work you dumb sow!” He said cruelly before striding away, the daycare worker once again in tow, pleading his case.\n\nMore pissed off than ever, Gardè cracked open a 4th bottle, thinking more wine would help her forget about that horrible asshole.\nStartled awake, the moon was high overhead & Gardè was sitting in the same place surrounded by wine bottles. Realizing she had passed out from drinking, Gardè tried to stand, wanting to move to a dryer spot for the rest of the night but a sharp pain rippled through her gut, the same pain that had unknowingly awoken her moments before. Trying to stand again, this time with more urgency, Gardè gets to a squat position, her stomach still in the ground propping her up as a third ripple hits her, this one seems to lock her in place, forcing her to stay in that uncomfortable squat position. Confused about what was going on but angry & snorting like an angry hog, Gardè felt a fourth ripple hit her & that’s when things really hit the fan. A massive gush of rancid, slimy fluid burst out of her rancid pussy & onto the muddy ground below. Confused about what this meant, Gardè soon got her answer as she felt the massive load of eggs shift in her womb, now pushing against her cervix. Gardè wanted to move, she wanted to scream, but she could not, her legs were locked in place & all that came out of her mouth were warped & distorted Gardèvoir noises. As she felt the first egg enter her birth canal, Gardè tried everything in her power to stop the approaching storm. She tried to stop the eggs from coming, twisting & clenching her body to stop them from coming out, hoping they would just go away as if by not wanting them, they would cease to exist. Unfortunately, life doesn’t work that way & the foolish implausible hopes of a desperate Mon rarely come true, so all Gardè did was make things worse for herself. The eggs didn’t stop but now they were fighting against her as they continued to slide down her birth canal, forcing themselves past her resistance to reach their goal & their freedom.\nFor over three hours Gardè struggled against her eggs. With every ripple of pain, every push forward, her resistance weakened. The eggs never stopped coming no matter how much Gardè struggled, her disgusting body sweating & stinking as it tried to hold back the tide. But like Thanos, the eggs were inevitable & as the 4th hour drew near, the first egg passed through Gardè's pussy & plopped onto the ground. With the first egg out, Gardè's remaining resistance crumbled, & the floodgates opened. No longer facing any resistance, the eggs began pouring out in mass as Gardè cried, egg after egg forcing its way out of her pussy & joining the others on the muddy ground below. The next morning when the daycare worker came out for morning feedings, he found Gardè, exhausted & sobbing, her massive stomach saggy & empty, sitting atop a massive pile of Poison-type eggs.\nChapter Five: A frantic phone call to Gardè's trainer & a few hours later she, now in a heavy ball, was on her way out of the daycare to her next location. Her asshole trainer had been extremely pleased with the results of her laying & once the daycare worker had wandered off, mocked her relentlessly. When Gardè was released from her heavy ball, she could herself in a dirty warehouse, according to her trainer, her new home. He then released his five poison types to “Keep her company” & went on his merry way. Looking around the warehouse, it appeared to be set up like an apartment, already full of rickety furniture & thanks to the 6 of them, already stank. As she looked around, a feeling of sinking dread began filling Gardè as she realized this would be her home for the foreseeable future if not forever. To celebrate their new abode, the 5 poison types grabbed Gardè & fucked her around the warehouse, covering her & everything else in cum. By the time they finished fucking Gardè about 6 hrs later, her stomach was once again rock hard & swollen, & to her horror, she began laying again, soon after.\nFor several months this went on, Gardè getting filled with cum & laying about 7 hrs after thanks to her new ability, Hyper Womb, created by her ruined body. As the months passed, Gardè's diet continued to degrade, instead of the gruel at the daycare, which was at least nutritious, all Gardè ate now was junk food & alcohol, causing her weight to swell & helped further her disgusting transformation, much to her trainer’s amusement. Thanks to the food & the continuous cum saturation, Gardè's changes only got worse. Her dark green hair had become long & unruly, full of grease & knots. Her fat, cellulite-covered skin became brown & rancid with red & blue spots, just like Garbodor’s. Gardè had black markings around her yellow & red eyes, making it always look like she had running makeup & thanks to her diet, had permanent food stains around her mouth going down her chest. Thanks to her sagging stomach, Gardè's pussy could not be seen but if one were to lift up her stomach, they would find a disgusting bloated brown mass leaking fluids with “Meat curtains” nearly touching the floor. What could be seen though were her vile breasts. Resting atop slabs of fat, Gardè's breasts hung down to her thighs & were coved in stretch-marks & cellulite. Her nipples & areola were deep bruise purple & the nipples were wider than her arms used to be. The rancid milk they used to spray had become a thick, noxious slime that followed her around like a disgusting snail trail, constantly spewing. Finally, her empathy spike had become dick-shaped & sprayed a putrid slime whenever she was fertile, which was always.\nThanks to her new ability, Gardè's stomach rarely got hard and swollen anymore since she laid so often, but it was as just as tiresome & painful so Gardè constantly had a sore pussy on top of everything else. One good thing though, the poison types mostly left her alone now unless they were breeding her since her body was corrupted & ruined & no longer appealed to them. So Gardè spent most of her days alone, eating, drinking, getting fat. She often stood above a drain in the floor to lay, since she didn’t want her disgusting juices just pooling on the floor. After that, she would waddle back to the now ruined apartment area to watch t.v & continue to get drunk. This was her life now, just popping out egg after egg for her trainer to sell on the black market, & every day Gardè asked herself the same thing:\n\n“Why didn’t I just stay with the monks?”", "description_bbcode_parsed": "A commission created by the amazing XanderDWulfe: https://inkbunny.net/XanderDWulfe
Gardevoir: Slob breeder.
Chapter One: “This sucks.” Gardè wined to herself as she stumbled through the forest, vines & brambles whipping at her legs.
\tLooking at the roughed up, mud-splattered, pathetic mess before them, one would be forgiven for thinking Gardè was just another weak pokemon, probably having just evolved & still trying to get used to her new form. Maybe she had a free ride somewhere along the line but that ended & she now had to fend for herself. Regardless, one wouldn’t think Gardè was anything special & currently, that was true, but before a week ago they couldn’t be more wrong. Prior to a week ago, Gardè was one of if not the most famous Pokemon in the world.
Hailing from the Kalos region, Gardè was an 8-time interregional contest winner, had been featured on every magazine from Home & Gardèns to the centerfold of Playboy Lopunny, modeled some of the most high-end fashions from Kalos’s best designers including a 15K Poké Swanna feather coat, was considered one of the most trendsetting jet setter socialites in the world, & she even had a massive rack. The keyword being was. See for nearly a year, Gardè had a growing problem, one she ignored but her trainer didn’t. She was getting older. Having retired too much fanfare from the contest circuit & slowed down her modeling, Gardè believed she was just settling into a quieter life, something she was not at all opposed to. In reality, Gardè could no longer compete in contests because she had aged out, her modeling contracts were diminishing because designers wanted younger, fresher faces & weren’t willing to pay Gardè's usual fee, & when was the last time she was in a magazine? No one wanted to see her aging face or sagging stripper titties. Despite this, Gardè continued to live her pampered, elite lifestyle. Thousand Poké dresses, imported water from the Alola region, obscenely decadent Poké Puffs created by her private chief not to mention the property taxes on the mansion she lived in, her trainer was fronting the bills & he was sick of it.
So while they were on vacation in the Johto region, Gardè's trainer made a decision that would change her life forever. While visiting the sprout tower, he released her. There was no fanfare, no final catalyst leading up to the event, & no reason given. Gardè's trainer simply released her from her luxury ball, informed her he was trading her in for a young, fresh Kirlia that he could exploit for all she was worth. Then, after apologizing for having to do it & wishing her good luck, Gardè's trainer got into his limo as she pleaded with him, rode away, & that was it. Gardè was a wild pokemon.
Fortunately, the monks of sprout tower offered her a place to stay, a warm cot, & hot meals. So while it was not the life Gardè was used to, it was better than nothing right? Unfortunately, pride was one of Gardè's greatest flaws. So while she was not ungrateful for the monk’s charity & maintained a level of respectful politeness, she had no plans to stay. Gardè thought herself better than a humble life in the tower, she was a world-famous model damn it, a multi-time contest champion, the world knew her name. She had earned every luxury her former life had & by god she would have it all again! So after a few day’s Gardè thanked the monks for their hospitality, bid them adieu, & set out on her journey back to the top. Confident in her ideas, Gardè planned to hoof it to Goldenrod city, she had connections there, members of the wealthy elite who were big players in the fashion world & media tycoons who, upon finding out she was a free agent, so to speak, would leap at the chance to work with an established star such as herself.
See, in Gardè's mind, there was nothing wrong, she was flawless & perfect in every way. Completely in denial to the fact that those wealthy assholes she was banking her future on would see her as the washed-up fading star her former trainer had, too old to be a cute fresh face & too young to be a silver minx socialite. If Gardè was smart, she would start her own agency, her own company & rise to the top behind the scenes; but she made money being pretty not smart so ah. Regardless, I’m getting off-topic, back to Gardè's plan. It started going awry with 5 minutes when she tripped going down the stairs from the tower. Getting up & brushing herself off, Gardè set off down the path to Violet city, still confident her plan would succeed.
For a short time, it did. It was a beautiful early summer day so the walk to town was pleasant enough, upon making it the people in Violet city were nice enough, providing her directions to Azalea town, & politely, no one tried to catch her despite Gardè being a “Wild Pokemon” (Wild pokemon is in air quotes because Gardè does not really consider herself one). Even the walk to Azalea town was nice, it only took a few hours, the air was clean, the path was nice, & the people she met along the way were friendly. By the time Gardè passed the Slowpoke well & made it into Azalea town proper, the sun was setting & she had an inflated sense of self-confidence, thinking if she could make it this far, she could make it anywhere. This was about the time things started to go downhill. Lacking any money Gardè was forced to get a free room at the pokemon center. Like with the monks it wasn’t a bad room, just rather plain & sparse but it came with a hot meal & clean sheets so Gardè grinned & bore it for the night. The next morning Gardè's new streak of bad luck continued as the nice day she had previously enjoyed was now gray & storming. Already knowing Gardè's plan, nurse Joy advised her to stay in Azalea town until the weather cleared. The Ilex forest was so dense that on the sunniest day it was shrouded in eternal twilight, on a stormy day like this, it would be nearly pitch black. But Gardè would not be dissuaded & despite nurse Joy’s protest, headed out to the Ilex forest.
Reaching the edge of the forest, Gardè hesitated, she remembered what nurse Joy said & looking into the forest, she could barely see a few feet in front of her, but she was determined, Gardè wanted her life back & she wouldn’t be stopped by low visibility & bad weather. So she plunged in, quickly getting surrounded by trees. Almost immediately Gardè realized this was a bad idea, not only did the visibility get reduced by a foot, nearly all outside sound was blocked, & the path was not well maintained more than a quarter-mile past the entrance; becoming a sporadic foot trail between the trees. This was the point Gardè realized nurse Joy was right & she needed to leave now. So she turned around & the path was gone. Confused & scared, Gardè could swear she only followed the foot trail a few feet into the trees but looking back she didn’t see the path nor did she see the foot trail beneath her feet. Trying to keep herself from panicking, Gardè hurried back through the trees trying to find the trail. She had no sense of direction here since the forest blocked out all outside sound, even the rain barely made it through the dense canopy, leaving \tGardè trapped in a world where her senses were useless. Gardè's fear continued to mount as she didn’t find the path & couldn’t even remember which direction she came from, everything looked the same.
For hours Gardè wandered the forest looking for the trail. Since everything looked the same & she never thought to mark her trail she had no clue if she was going in circles. At first, Gardè was afraid, then she became desperate, then hopeless as the realization of her situation set in. she was lost in a huge dense forest, she had no idea where she was going, she could barely see, & exhaustion was setting in. Eventually, after wandering for what had to have been most of the day, Gardè sat down, leaning against the trunk of a huge tree. Planing to rest her eyes for a few moments, Gardè found herself sitting up off the ground, small rays of light streaming through the canopy, giving the forest an eternal twilight type of look. Figuring she had fallen asleep, Gardè's fears & worry were somewhat diminished with the dawn on a new day, there still was no path in sight but at least she could see now. Her first concern though was the hunger pains stabbing her stomach, unfortunately, Gardè had failed to bring any food, much less camping supplies so she was shit out of luck unless…
Gardè slowly waddled away from the immense foulness that her body had expelled from any hole one could think of, using the trees for support. Being from the Kalos region & you know, rich, Gardè had no clue what barries were safe to eat & which ones were Giratina’s torture devices, so she had eaten any that were bright & colorful, a bad idea. Still in pain & exhausted from her ordeal, Gardè wined more & more as the brambles continued to scratch her legs & rip her dress.

“I hate this, hate hate hate this. I spend the best years of my life working my ass off to make a name for myself, to make that bastard trainer all his money, & he just dumps me like im trash. He couldn’t even leave me somewhere nice, instead, he leaves me in bum fuck nowhere to fend for myself & to get lost in this stupid forest. Well fuck him, im going to get to Goldenrod, im going to pick up right where I left off, & I will be bigger than ever, he’ll wish he never got rid of me.”- Gardè ranted all this to herself, trying to make herself feel better by shitting on her former trainer & denying the severity of her situation.

What Gardè couldn’t deny though was how lost she was. Crossing a stream she was sure she had never seen before, the trees were getting closer together & the undergrown was getting thicker, only confirming to Gardè that she was going deeper into the forest. It wasn’t the most ideal thing to do but Gardè refused to change direction again after getting so lost. As the forest thickened Gardè began to see wild pokemon all around her, much to her dismay. Unlike trainer pokemon, wild pokemon were like animals, unintelligent, territorial, & lacking the higher reasoning & self-awareness humans & trainer pokemon had. Up until this point, the only wild pokemon Gardè had seen were some flying types & the occasional Mankey but now bug types were everywhere. Kakuna’s & Cascoon’s hanging from branches, Weedle’s & Wurmple’s crawling everywhere, & any number of things she could hear but not locate. Gardè hated bugs.
Still fuming & now having to keep her eyes open for bugs, Gardè pushed her way through some thick branches, entering a small clearing between the tree where the sun actually made it to the ground. Pausing for a movement to enjoy the sunlight, Gardè stretched out, enjoying the sunlight. Looking up at the sky, Gardè guessed it was late afternoon by the positioning of the sun overhead, causing a bit of dread to creep back in as Gardè realized she may have to spend another night in this shitty forest. Reaching up to scratch her head, she felt something soft & lumpy in her hair. Thinking she had gotten something in her hair, Gardè quickly grabbed it, pulling it out & down to eye level where, to her extreme horror, she realized she was holding a squirming Weedle.

“AAAAAHHHHHH.”

Screaming like a tortured Banshee & bolting like a Golbat out of hell, Gardè would have shit herself if she hadn’t emptied herself just hours earlier. Now crashing through the brush & trees with reckless abandon, Gardè didn’t know where she was going, nor did she care, she simply ran in a blind panic, a primal urge to escape having overtaken her. Eventually, Gardè tripped, sprawling head over heels down a steep hill before landing in a heap on the hard ground below. Breathing hard & tasting coppery blood in her mouth, Gardè took a moment to compose herself before slowly attempting to stand, her head pounding. Sore as the dickens but feeling nothing broken or out of place, Gardè began looking around, rubbing the sore spot on her head. Her previous fear & even her pain were quickly forgotten, replaced by alation & joy when she realized she had (accidentally) found the path. Looking both left & right, Gardè had no idea which direction was the right one & was just about to pick arbitrarily when a trainer came from around a corner. Thanking Arceus & believing her salvation had arrived, Gardè hurried towards the trainer, waving, shouting, just trying to get his attention. Unfortunately, this trainer didn’t care what Gardè was saying, he didn’t care that she was obviously distressed & in need of help, nor did he care that etiquette dictated that you ask a sentient, trainer-raised pokemon if they wanted to join your team & journey with you. No, Gardè, being female, suited his purposes & was identified as wild so she would be his whether she wanted to be or not. Gardè was a poor excuse for a battler at the best of times but being sore, hungry, bedraggled, & exhausted; she had absolutely no ability to resist or struggle when the red & white pokéball smacked her in the head & pulled her inside.
Suspended in the inky void of a pokéball, Gardè was indigent, she couldn’t believe that trainer had just captured her without even asking.

“Although.”- She thought.- “Maybe this could work, once I speak with him & explain who I am & the kind of money he could make following my plan, I might just have a free ride to Goldenrod & then I can ditch this rude jackass.”- Gardè smirked evilly, wringing her digitized hands together in a scheming motion.

Chapter Two: Since it was intentionally impossible to tell how much time was passing inside a Pokéball, Gardè didn’t know how long she had been in there when she felt herself get pushed out but she figured it couldn’t be all that long. Who wouldn’t want to meet their new pokemon, right? Still sore & hungry but feeling better overall, Gardè opened her eyes too, surprisingly, bright sunlight & found herself standing among the rolling green hill & blue skies of the Kalos region. For a moment, Gardè thought the whole thing had been a bad dream, that she had fallen asleep in the soft grass under the warm sky & dreamed up the entire nightmarish ordeal. Then logic & reason kicked down the door of her delusions as Gardè realized she could barely move & the only gestures & expressions she could make were ones of positivity & happiness, she was in pokemon-Amie.
Figuring this jackass trainer wanted to bond with her, Gardè expected some Poké Puffs, grooming, & some pats; honestly, not an overall unpleasant experience. As expected, the white-gloved floating hands appeared but there were three of them.

“Strange.”- Gardè thought.- “But whatever.”

Then a box labeled Poké Puff’s appeared, also different but Gardè was in no position to turn down free food. Expecting something similar to the hand-prepared puffs she was used to, Gardè was bemused & dismayed when instead of something small light & airy, the puffs the hand-pulled out were huge dark & incredibly dense looking. Starving & not wanting to be rude, Gardè took a bite of the puff the hand was holding in front of her face, it was vile & leaked a neon green fluid that smelt like death & sizzled when it hit the fake ground. Unable to spit it out due to how Amie worked, Gardè was forced to swallow it, by far the vilest thing she had ever eaten. What Gardè could do though was refuse to eat it, a fail-safe built into Amie to protect pokemon from careless trainers, unfortunately, the second hand immediately forced her mouth open when she refused to eat & the first hand shoved the rest of the puff in her mouth.
Puff after puff was shoved into Gardè's mouth this way. Thanks to Amie she was forced to eat them, powerless to stop it. But while the taste was vile, the effect they were having on Gardè's body was far, far worse. The moment the first puff had passed her lips, Gardè had felt her stomach begin to bloat. Starting slowly at first but rapidly increasing with each puff, Gardè's stomach swelled as if oatmeal was filling her skin, breaking down her toned muscles, turning them into the same substance. What’s more, that substance began spreading, moving from Gardè's stomach to her hips & thighs, painstakingly bloating them while destroying her toned figure, ballooning her hips out to comically large proportions. \tAs Gardè's hips ballooned & she developed thunder thighs worthy of Thor, her torn, mud-splattered, thousand poké dress began to stretch & pull apart, exposing her obese tree trunk legs & more importantly, her Pokéball panties. This, to Gardè's dismay, is where the 3rd hand came in, immediately beelining to her exposed panties & going to town. Squirming into Gardè's tightening panties, the hand imminently began digging into Gardè's thickening pussy, noodling in all its fingers & eventually the whole fist, as it began giving Gardè the workout of her life. Now, Gardè was no virgin, hell, she even had a daughter but by no means was she prepared for a whole fist jackhammering itself inside her pussy. Still unable to move or stop what was going on, Gardè could do nothing as this modded Amie program wreaked havoc on her poor pussy & stuffed her face with vile, fattening PokéPuffs.
Speaking of the puffs, Gardè's lower half was no longer the only victim as her chest & arms began to swell as well. Her arms becoming overstuffed sausage casings filled with lard & covered in rolls. While her semi-perky C-cups shot right past D & straight into double E’s as her dress was stretched so tight her now-massive nipples became visible against the fabric & her empathy spike threatened to be smothered by the encroaching tit lard. Top all that with puffy cheeks & a face drowning in fat & it was as clear to Gardè as it would be to anyone else that any chance of regaining her former glory was well & truly gone.
Despite being ruined rather quickly, Gardè's humiliation went on for hours. Poképuffs were shoved down her throat until the box was empty, leaving her so fat & swollen that just standing was painful for Gardè as her lard ass pulled heavily towards the ground. The had in her pussy had not stopped for a moment, sending Gardè into orgasm after unwanted orgasm as the fist stimulated her insides, leaving her waiting to fall & faint but unable to do so due to the programming of Amie. The biggest problem Gardè had though was her gut. See, after her stomach started to swell, Gardè sucked in, trying to keep her stomach taunt & shapely & she had held it the entire time. But now, sore, exhausted & having lost most of her resolve, Gardè couldn’t keep it up &  once the fisting hand sent her into her 11th orgasm, Gardè exhaled, & the damn burst. Flowing out like a flash flood, Gardè's massive gut nearly hit the floor & ripping her dress off her bloated frame. The once pristine white flesh covered in stretch marks & looking like a disgusting waterbed hanging off her frame & jiggling like Jell-O in an earthquake. Out of puffs & seeing that Gardè was as ruined as puffs & fisting could make her, Gardè's new trainer chose to recall her to her Pokéball, finally allowing Gardè to sink into the blissful unconsciousness her aching body was craving.
Chapter Three: As always, No time seemed to pass for Gardè between Pokéball trips so when she was released once again she had no clue how long it had been since she was stuffed like a Christmas turkey. Feeling a lot better albeit still an obese ruined lard ass, Gardè figured her trainer must have restored her at a pokemon center since she was no longer sore or exhausted. Looking around, Gardè saw the thick pines & felt the cool air of the Johto region, meaning she was at least in the real world this time. Slowly working her way to her feet (an exhausting process) Gardè stood panting in her bra & panties, trying to figure out where she was now since this whole damn region looked the same to her. Standing in a field & looking to her left, Gardè saw a farmhouse in the distance & to her right a tall wooden fence. Figuring the farmhouse was her best bet for some answers, Gardè began slowly waddling that direction, determined to do something about her new asshole trainer.
It took Gardè almost 2hrs to cover a distance she could have walked in 30 minutes before she was ruined. By the time she was out of the field & in the backyard of the farmhouse, Gardè was sweaty, exhausted, & sore from the minimal exercise of her slow waddle. Thanks to being essentially a ball of lard in a Gardèvoir shaped container, sweating made Gardè stink, the smell depressingly reminiscent of the mouth breathing obese neckbeards always asking for her autograph & pictures at fan fests. Heading to the backdoor with single-minded determination, Gardè failed to notice the 5 poison pokemon staring her down until a Garbodor stepped in front of her, blocking her path.

“Move.”- Gardè demanded, not wanting to waste her time with this literal garbage, unaware the other 4 had surrounded her.

When he didn’t comply, Gardè was about to start screaming at him but before she got the chance, all 5 jumped her. Grabbing her bloated fat rolls, the 5 Mons hoisted her up onto Garbodor’s head & began going to town without a word or care for Gardè's feelings. At first, Gardè tried to fight them off, she struggled & yelled but when Garbodor stretched out her panties & jammed his massive dick in her thick pussy, Gardè truly became powerless to do anything. Since she lacked an offensive physic power & her body was useless, Gardè couldn’t stop Garbodor from fucking her pussy, nor could she stop the other Poison-types from getting in on the action. Consisting of Garbodor (the leader) Toxicroak, Gengar, Alolan Much, & Toxtricity; the 5 began having their way with Gardè, fucking every hole & fat fold she had. While the others were bad, Garbodor in her pussy was by far the worse. His dick was a massive tentacle wider than the Amie fist & Garbodor pounded her pussy with ruthless efficiency, slamming in & out of Gardè at light speed, his toxic burning chemicals making her body heat up & become feverish.
The smell was abhorrent, the stank of 5 Poison-types + Gardè's disgusting body was enough to kill the grass below them, turning it black & crumbling it into dust in the wind. Between the smell, & the horrific tastes/feelings, Gardè's noise became red, puffy, & runny; & her mascara began running down her face as her eyes watered.

“Wait…. I’m not wearing mascara!”- Gardè, realized terrified.

Gardè didn’t know it yet but viscous black poison was running out her tear ducts, the first signs of what was to come. As Gardè's body was fucked her every hole was stretched, the massive Muk’s dick down her throat, just shoveling toxins into her stomach. Gengar was in her ass & Gardè could actually feel her soul getting fucked. Toxicroak & Toxtricity were fucking her fat rolls, sending waves of electricity throughout her body. This went on for a solid hour, any resistance Gardè had left dissolving in poison. But finally, something changed when, with a massive roar, Garbodor slammed his tentacle dick deep into Gardè's body & unleashed his nasty orgasm & vile, toxic sperm deep into Gardè's body. This triggered the other Mon’s as they unleashed their cum into Gardè's body as well, filling her insides & coating her body in poisonous jizz. All 5 of them orgasmed them for about 10 minutes filling Gardè with cum to the point she thought she would burst. Once they finished, tapering off before stopping completely, Gardè thought it was over, hoping her latest torment was finished. Sadly & to her horror, the other 4 besides Garbodor switched places, ready to start all over again as Gardè sobbed.
Six hours later Gardè lay in a massive puddle of cum on soaked, dead ground. After fucking her without rest or compassion for hours, the five poison types finally got bored & wandered off, leaving Gardè a disgusting mess, quietly sobbing. Full of, covered in, & completely saturated with cum; Gardè could feel the toxins, poisons, & venom coursing through her body & soul. Mixing with the sperm & soaking into her flesh, Gardè didn’t know what would happen now, or what the point of this latest torture was, but deep in her violated soul, she knew nothing good would come of it. Her poisonous tears steaming on the cum soaked ground.
Chapter Four: Nearly 6 weeks passed since Gardè was dropped off at what she quickly realized was a daycare & it has been hell. Every day those 5 poison types violated her bloated body, often for several hours at a time, multiple times a day, & always together as if the idea of Gardè not having every hole & fold violated at once was completely unpalatable to them. As Gardè predicted, this brought about only bad things as the constant flow of poison & cum soaking into her body began to change her, corrupting & mutating her into something horrific.
First, it was her personality, Gardè found her thoughts & language skills becoming dull, simple, rude, & crass; a far cry from the highly educated socialite she was just two months prior. Originally she tried to correct herself, tried to keep her language clean & sophisticated as she begged for her freedom but soon the words just started slipping from her brain, her politeness & formality becoming a distant memory she no longer could recall. Next, it was her appetite & tastes. Whether it be from the poison filling her every cell or just the stress of the whole situation, Gardè's appetite skyrocketed & like her language, her tastes became crass & unrefined. Instead of pining after the handcrafted Poképuffs she loved, Gardè found herself craving the thick, sloppy gruel they served at the daycare. During meal times, Gardè couldn’t help but go into a trance state, gorging herself in a pig-like feeding frenzy as she consumed gallons of gruel like a sloppy, messy animal, often snapping back to reality with a sore, taut stomach, covered in slop. Beyond that, Gardè found herself craving cheap wine, despite never enjoying alcohol before, Gardè found herself putting away bottles of the stuff like it was her damn job & the daycare was more than happy to provide, whether it be out of misplaced kindness or just sick amusement. Finally, Gardè's body, her most valuable asset, went beyond worthless, becoming a downright biohazard.  Frankly, looking back, Gardè should have realized the toxic tears staining her face were an indicator of things to come. Thanks to the constant fucking & grotesque amount of food she consumed, Gardè's body continued to swell, becoming more & more of a worthless lard ball as each day passed. Unsurprisingly, Gardè soon realized she was pregnant, having experienced the event once before. But while that was a single egg, this appeared to be dozens as Gardè's stomach swelled, becoming a rock-hard mass that stuck out in front of her at all times, bloated & swollen with more eggs than Gardè had seen in her entire life. Each week the daycare contacted her asshole trainer, asking if he wanted to collect them but each week he declined, seemingly content to wait until Gardè gave birth on her own, an unusual process for trainer pokemon. But even this wasn’t Gardè's biggest concern as what was happening to her body was a lot more alarming than what was growing inside it. As foreshowed, Gardè was becoming toxic inside & out. Thanks to the wine, Gardè's lips were stained a deep shade of purple, thanks to the poison they puffed up significantly taking on an almost slutty apprentice if not for the rows of razor-sharp teeth that now filled her mouth. Following in her lips footsteps, Gardè's hair turned a dark green & stank like rot whenever she sweats, which was all the time & to add insult to injury, it was a yellowish-brown color with a green sheen. Her breasts & pussy expanded, shredding her braw & panties off her body, destroying the little bit of modesty she had left. Her now F-cup tits sagged painfully at her sides, covered in stretch marks & ending in purple areola & nipples as wide as a coke can. If Gardè's tits were starting to sag before, it was nothing compared to now. Following the tits, Gardè's used pussy stretched & sagged as well, her labia becoming a pair of thick meat curtains covered in gross little hairs, smegma, & warts; turning that same dark purple color & dripping a putrid fluid. Beyond that, cellulite & stretch marks formed everywhere, giving Gardè's skin the texture of cottage cheese. Finally, her empathy spike began to warp, becoming disfigured & her skin began turning brown. At first, Gardè thought it was dirt but after trying to use rainwater to wash, it became clear it was her skin color. While these weren’t the only changes they were the most drastic & they didn’t stop. Day by day week by week, Gardè's changes became more severe, her thunder thighs became bigger, her ass sagged farther, her stomach became larger, & her cellulite spread, coating her stomach, breasts, & even her face. Worse than that, Gardè's breast began spraying a nasty, thick slime.  She was forced to drink it by her Poison-type tormentors, Gardè found it to be rancid, spoiled milk that tasted as bad as it smelled. Since Gardè refused to drink it again & no Mon was willing to milk her, Gardè's breasts became painfully engorged, with her overflow of milk constantly spraying on the ground around her.
8 weeks since her Gangrape & Gardè might as well have been a Snorlax, she was the size of one & she moved just as little. In the two weeks since Gardè's changes really became apparent, Gardè's girth had gotten so out of hand that she could barely waddle anymore, the process of moving more than a few feet at a time exhausting her. While the amount of flab hanging off her once petite frame certainly contributed, the main culprit was the obscene stomach hanging off her front. Now nearly as big as the rest of her body combined, Gardè's stomach stuck out several feet in front of her, covered in angry red stretch marks & ending in a fist-sized belly button. Whether it be unfortunate coincidence or a cruel indicator of things to come, the browning skin plaguing Gardè was worst at the end of her stomach centered around her belly button, mixing with the red stretch marks & the burning sensation of skin stretched over a womb containing at least 100 eggs.
Sitting on the ground, Gardè's stomach rested in front of her, lying flat on the ground & forcing her to lean back due to sheer girth. Because of her rancid slop milk, putrid pussy puss, & slimy sweat, the ground wherever Gardè sat always became soft & swampy, meaning she was wallowing in a mud puddle almost constantly. Which was fitting for the pig she believed she had become. It was a day like this when the asshole who had caught her reared his ugly head once again. Sitting in the mud after another fuck session with the poison types (who she found out belonged to her trainer), Gardè was rubbing her swollen stomach, trying to settle it & mitigate the burning for at least a little bit. Having already put three bottles away since her involuntary cum bath, Gardè was already drunk & in a foul mood; so when she saw her dick hole of a trainer striding across the tainted soil with the daycare owner in tow, she wanted to tell him off, to call him every offensive name in the book but she couldn’t. Since her transformation, Gardè had lost the few physic abilities she had including the ability to speak, while most trainer pokemon were sentient, only physic types could speak & Gardè was now poison, a fact she hated. Choosing instead to stare & scowl at the asshole, Gardè wanted to waddle away but she had just sat down & the energy to get up was more than she had thanks to the gangbang. Breaking the growing tension, the daycare worker turned to the trainer & said:

“As I said on the phone, your pokemon has an extreme number of eggs currently inside of her. I think it will be best if we induce labor for collection. I know you wanted to let her birth naturally, but I just dont see that being viable given her extreme cond-.”- The trainer raised his hand, silencing the worker instantly. Looking back to Gardè, he said the first words he ever spoke to her.

“Back to work you dumb sow!” He said cruelly before striding away, the daycare worker once again in tow, pleading his case.

More pissed off than ever, Gardè cracked open a 4th bottle, thinking more wine would help her forget about that horrible asshole.
Startled awake, the moon was high overhead & Gardè was sitting in the same place surrounded by wine bottles. Realizing she had passed out from drinking, Gardè tried to stand, wanting to move to a dryer spot for the rest of the night but a sharp pain rippled through her gut, the same pain that had unknowingly awoken her moments before. Trying to stand again, this time with more urgency, Gardè gets to a squat position, her stomach still in the ground propping her up as a third ripple hits her, this one seems to lock her in place, forcing her to stay in that uncomfortable squat position. Confused about what was going on but angry & snorting like an angry hog, Gardè felt a fourth ripple hit her & that’s when things really hit the fan. A massive gush of rancid, slimy fluid burst out of her rancid pussy & onto the muddy ground below. Confused about what this meant, Gardè soon got her answer as she felt the massive load of eggs shift in her womb, now pushing against her cervix.  Gardè wanted to move, she wanted to scream, but she could not, her legs were locked in place & all that came out of her mouth were warped & distorted Gardèvoir noises. As she felt the first egg enter her birth canal, Gardè tried everything in her power to stop the approaching storm. She tried to stop the eggs from coming, twisting & clenching her body to stop them from coming out, hoping they would just go away as if by not wanting them, they would cease to exist. Unfortunately, life doesn’t work that way & the foolish implausible hopes of a desperate Mon rarely come true, so all Gardè did was make things worse for herself. The eggs didn’t stop but now they were fighting against her as they continued to slide down her birth canal, forcing themselves past her resistance to reach their goal & their freedom.
For over three hours Gardè struggled against her eggs. With every ripple of pain, every push forward, her resistance weakened. The eggs never stopped coming no matter how much Gardè struggled, her disgusting body sweating & stinking as it tried to hold back the tide. But like Thanos, the eggs were inevitable & as the 4th hour drew near, the first egg passed through Gardè's pussy & plopped onto the ground. With the first egg out, Gardè's remaining resistance crumbled, & the floodgates opened. No longer facing any resistance, the eggs began pouring out in mass as Gardè cried, egg after egg forcing its way out of her pussy & joining the others on the muddy ground below. The next morning when the daycare worker came out for morning feedings, he found Gardè, exhausted & sobbing, her massive stomach saggy & empty, sitting atop a massive pile of Poison-type eggs.
Chapter Five: A frantic phone call to Gardè's trainer & a few hours later she, now in a heavy ball, was on her way out of the daycare to her next location. Her asshole trainer had been extremely pleased with the results of her laying & once the daycare worker had wandered off, mocked her relentlessly. When Gardè was released from her heavy ball, she could herself in a dirty warehouse, according to her trainer, her new home. He then released his five poison types to “Keep her company” & went on his merry way. Looking around the warehouse, it appeared to be set up like an apartment, already full of rickety furniture & thanks to the 6 of them, already stank. As she looked around, a feeling of sinking dread began filling Gardè as she realized this would be her home for the foreseeable future if not forever. To celebrate their new abode, the 5 poison types grabbed Gardè & fucked her around the warehouse, covering her & everything else in cum. By the time they finished fucking Gardè about 6 hrs later, her stomach was once again rock hard & swollen, & to her horror, she began laying again, soon after.
For several months this went on, Gardè getting filled with cum & laying about 7 hrs after thanks to her new ability, Hyper Womb, created by her ruined body. As the months passed, Gardè's diet continued to degrade, instead of the gruel at the daycare, which was at least nutritious, all Gardè ate now was junk food & alcohol, causing her weight to swell & helped further her disgusting transformation, much to her trainer’s amusement. Thanks to the food & the continuous cum saturation, Gardè's changes only got worse. Her dark green hair had become long & unruly, full of grease & knots. Her fat, cellulite-covered skin became brown & rancid with red & blue spots, just like Garbodor’s. Gardè had black markings around her yellow & red eyes, making it always look like she had running makeup & thanks to her diet, had permanent food stains around her mouth going down her chest. Thanks to her sagging stomach, Gardè's pussy could not be seen but if one were to lift up her stomach, they would find a disgusting bloated brown mass leaking fluids with “Meat curtains” nearly touching the floor. What could be seen though were her vile breasts. Resting atop slabs of fat, Gardè's breasts hung down to her thighs & were coved in stretch-marks & cellulite. Her nipples & areola were deep bruise purple & the nipples were wider than her arms used to be. The rancid milk they used to spray had become a thick, noxious slime that followed her around like a disgusting snail trail, constantly spewing. Finally, her empathy spike had become dick-shaped & sprayed a putrid slime whenever she was fertile, which was always.
Thanks to her new ability, Gardè's stomach rarely got hard and swollen anymore since she laid so often, but it was as just as tiresome & painful so Gardè constantly had a sore pussy on top of everything else. One good thing though, the poison types mostly left her alone now unless they were breeding her since her body was corrupted & ruined & no longer appealed to them. So Gardè spent most of her days alone, eating, drinking, getting fat. She often stood above a drain in the floor to lay, since she didn’t want her disgusting juices just pooling on the floor. After that, she would waddle back to the now ruined apartment area to watch t.v & continue to get drunk. This was her life now, just popping out egg after egg for her trainer to sell on the black market, & every day Gardè asked herself the same thing:

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