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You rouse the following morning; the light beams warm you up as they pierce through the sunroof. Still somewhat dazed, you sit up, analysing the state of the tent.

The pancham couple is splayed out between your legs, the male resting its head on your thigh while the female is asleep on top of him. You can feel his shallow breathing as he snoozes. Evidently having fucked again once they were done with you last night.

Blushing as you feel the sizable puddle of sticky seed below your waist; which has no doubt grown overnight as more slowly leaked out of your fucked hole during the night.

At this point the stagnant smell of the tent interior hits you; the intermixed odors of musk, sex and sweat making your head spin. Carefully you shift your legs, trying to not to wake up the creatures as you attempt to crawl through the minefield of fluids that has become the tent floor.

Successfully traversing the minefield you make it to the zip up entrance; cautiously unsealing the polyester tent as you feel the brisk morning air flow in, sending a shiver through you. Your completely naked body getting goosebumps as it tries to adapt to the adrenaline rush from the sudden drop in temperature.

The field of flowers is magnificent in the morning light, the colors almost scintillating as they slightly sway in the wind.

Though, clearly not the only one feeling the influx of air as you hear a groan behind you. Glancing back toward the sleeping pancham’s, you see that the female is now awake; sitting as she rubs the sleep from her eyes.

Flustered, no doubt having given her a full view of your plump ass and bushy slit as you were looking out of the tent. You quickly turn around, sitting down, trying to tell yourself that it’s unlikely they even recognize your naked body as something erotic.

Examining her round head, you don’t really see any signs of surprise or excitement. Primarily focused on waking up as she yawns, prodding the male pancham snoozing next to her so that he rouses as well.

After you sit there for a minute or so; awkwardly looking at the creatures, bare body on display, the male finally gets up.

“You guys want to come live with me?” you finally sputter out the question that’s been plaguing your mind ever since the two rolled into your tent last night.

They both look at eachother; the female yips something, still completely unintelligible. Then the male responds by yipping too as he points at her and then at you, his furred digit aimed suspiciously low when he does.

A minute or two of continued yaps and flailing furred digits later; the female looks you in the eye and nods. The two seemingly have come to some kind of agreement between them regarding you. What are you getting yourself into?

They both stand; the male pancham sluggishly walks toward the tent door, his warm fur brushing up against your pale skin as he exits, not paying you any mind. Meanwhile the female approaches your backpack and begins to rummage through it. You doubt there’s anything that she might find of interest in there after last night though,

Yawning you shuffle over to the backpack too; the female pancham stares at you as you reach into the backpack, curious. You grab a bunch of paper towels and with a sigh begin cleanup, the paper material absorbing the scattered droplets of girlcum and seed adequately. Cleaning the minefield really makes you wonder how such small bodies could produce so much.

After around ten minutes of work you stop, wiping your brow in satisfaction, at a job somewhat well done.

The female pancham had watched you clean the tent for a couple minutes but about half-way through she got bored and left for the flower field as well.

Right as you're about to begin packing stuff up you notice something– blushing –your gaze runs over the multiple slightly glistening streaks of girlcum that remain on the polyester walls; no doubt originating from you whenever the two creatures made you squirt your brains out.

You do your best to bury the thought before zipping up the backpack and exiting the tent.

Slowly getting used to the lukewarm morning temperature by stretching in the flowery field, though a second later you can’t help but instinctively attempt to cover your bare body. The two panchams don’t even glance in your direction as they run circles around the tent, chasing after one another. Lower half of their short bodies– obscured by the flowers.

Mushing the compressed plant stems with your bare feet as you take a deep breath, savoring the last moment of peace and calm.

Unceremoniously you breathe out and get to work.

The disassembly is easy but actually packaging up the various doodads proves to be a small struggle. Probably using the wrong bags for some of the tent parts but they are bundled up well enough to be carried back to the car so you don’t sweat it.

Throughout the ordeal you catch the two panchams glancing in your general direction but their large eyes never linger for more than a second or two. Likely just annoyed at how long you're taking to dismantle the tent; at least that’s what you try to tell yourself as you squat down to pick up the haphazardly packaged rods and polyester, feeling a breeze caress your slightly damp slit, some of the taller flowers brushing up against your exposed skin.

Carrying the tent under your left arm, you throw the backpack over your right shoulder. Ready to go, you scan the area for panchams.

You almost jump as you turn around. The two creatures are lying snug up against the grass; almost directly behind you, semi-camouflaged between the flowers, as they stare up at you.

WIth a few playful yips they both shoot up to their feet, a smug grin plastered across both furred faces. Seemingly satisfied with your reaction, they rushed forward past you, running along the path you took to get here.

Sighing, you follow along with a skip in your step. The combination of a rumbling stomach and dry mouth really just makes you wish you were back home at this point.

The walk back to the car is uneventful. Dodging the rare pinecone that has rolled in your way along with catching glimpses of the two panchams running between the trees; provides a mix of annoyance and entertainment.

By the time you get back to the car, you’ve become fully aware of your dirty, exposed body. The sweat from yesterday has brought on a pervasive feeling of grossness that permeates throughout your plump form. Bushy groin crusty from the dried seed that overflowed from your slit.

A weight taken off your shoulders, literally, as you throw the backpack into the footwell of the passenger seat.

Dropping the packaged tent on the packed dirt you grab the clothes from the passenger seat, even putting them on feels gross. At least the drive back to town won’t be particularly long. With the black t-shirt, panties and jeans equipped you step into the comfortable gray slip-on shoes you wear to everything and everywhere before moving to the back of the car.

Barely able to shove the packaged tent into the back trunk; still annoyed at buying something with so little storage space.

Looking around you notice the two small pokemon leaning up against the front bumper of the car, panting. The constant running has clearly caught up to them, hopefully that means they won’t cause too much of a ruckus inside the car.

Opening up the passenger door for the two pokemon; they just stare at the chunk of alloy that is now jutting out of the vehicle, confused.

To hopefully clear up their confusion you get in the driver seat before leaning over and patting the passenger seat which seems to finally get them moving as they clamber up and into the car.

One seat isn’t really enough for them both though; the male ends up mushing the backpack down and using that as his resting place. The pancham’s look to each other and then to you, expectantly. Blushing, you scoot over so you can lean over them both to close the passenger door; unable to stop yourself from glancing at the male’s tennis ball sized nuts as you do.

With the door shut you press the on button. The pancham's startle in response to the soft beep emitted by the car’s speakers, the only other indicator of the car actually being on is the glowing dashboard behind the steering wheel.

You throw a quick glance at the two pokemon before cautiously driving out of the forest back to town.

…

Around thirty minutes later you come to a stop outside the small apartment complex you reside in. You’ve been living in this small town for a couple years already; familiar with the few commercial buildings that litter the settlement but largely having ignored the community.

The pancham’s are roused out of their short nap as you open the driver side door. They rub their eyes for a second – taking in their surroundings – as you gesture towards the main entrance of the building “New home, through there.”

You once again scoot and lean to open the passenger door for them so they are able to slowly climb out. Grabbing your backpack when it’s no longer compressed by the male’s furred backside. For a second you consider just leaving the tent in the car and dealing with it later, but as usual adult responsibility ends up winning out over your laziness.

Hungry, dirty and with a growing urge to pee you waddle over to the door; weighed down by the used camping gear.

The two furred beasts are already at the door, seemingly fully awake again, trying to push the wooden contraption open. The doorknob is almost ten centimeters higher than their bulbous heads.

With a sigh you twist it open; they immediately rush in and bound up the stairs utilizing little hops to easily make up for their stubby feet.

After probably a minute of slow climbing you finally make it up to the fourth floor, the tippy top. The two creatures somehow expected that you’d be going all the way up; positioned standing at the top of the u-shaped staircase, arms crossed, a wide grin plastered across their faces. Winded you brush past them, attributing the behavior to a weird competitive spirit they seem to possess. Too busy cursing yourself for being out of shape to analyze further.

You unlock the door and push yourself inside, immediately dropping the camping gear in the wall indent you use as a shoe cupboard. The pancham’s rush in below you; dexterously going between your legs. Immediately they begin sniffing and examining everything in the hallway.

You don’t pay them any mind; solely focused on getting a shower followed by consuming whatever food you have available. Stripping off all your clothes on the laminated floor of the hallway before you even make it into the bathroom.

Plopping your butt down on the toilet seat with a sigh of relief. Mentally returning to a familiar routine as you lean back and spread your legs; finally able to empty your bladder in the comfort of your home.

But right as you let loose, the creature’s inspection reaches the bathroom. They enter via the door you never actually bother closing, both immediately glance at your outspread thighs with a confused expression on their furred faces. Meanwhile all you can think about is their complete lack of care for your privacy. A lustful shiver running throughout your body, you don’t even try to cover up, keeping your arms lax by your sides.

The male quickly loses interest and goes to sniff something in the corner of the room, but the female’s eyes go wide before she literally jumps across the room. Masterfully landing on the free part of the toilet seat in front of you as she grabs onto your chubby waist with her paws for grip; pulling herself up against you so that her butt is floating above the toilet bowl. Your mind can barely even comprehend what’s happening with the speed she manages to execute the maneuver, a slight hitch in your stream is the only indication of your surprise.

Her crotch is positioned mere inches away from yours, the top of her furred head providing support for your bust as she shimmies slightly upwards, pushing up against your underboob. You try to stay composed as you feel her warm breath hitting your stomach. For a second you consider trying to establish boundaries but before you can even attempt to sputter something out she sighs and begins peeing too, another audible source of chicken being fried added to the mix.

Able to feel the heat radiating from her stream due to pure proximity. You stay as still as possible even when you finish, face flushed you do your best to not focus on the female slightly kneading your flesh as she keeps peeing.

You hope to distract yourself by looking at the male pancham, catching him in the act of opening the cupboard where you keep bathroom supplies. But your mind can’t help and jump back to your current predicament, face flushed, chubby waist being used largely for balancing and positioning by the peeing female pokemon.

To your disappointment it stops just as abruptly as it began, a second after she finishes she climbs just a few inches higher so that her stubby feet can be placed on your hips. Using the extra grip to perform a fancy backflip as she pushes herself away from you, delivering a soft kick to your flesh to acquire the necessary momentum. She lands on the tiled bathroom floor in front of the toilet, a small amount of stray droplets of pee landing on your thighs and elsewhere that was in the trajectory of her backflip. Your eyes can’t help but catch a glimpse of her glistening pink pussy during said maneuver.

You’re more than just aroused at this point, brain in overdrive as it floods your mind with all the various positions and scenarios that could play out if you let the two pokemon stay in the bathroom, but in the end, your need for a shower followed by much needed sustenance wins out in the end. Deciding against an impromptu orgy in the bathroom you swiftly usher the two pancham’s out of the bathroom before shutting the door.

Hopefully audino can keep them from thrashing the apartment.

Bathroom secured you step into the tiled shower zone, closing the curtain behind you. Not rushing the process as you take your time to get the cleansing water in every nook and cranny. By the time you're done there’s a clear layer of grime in what little water hasn’t been consumed by the circular drain in the middle of the shower floor.

Shower complete, water dripping off of your plump body, you swish the curtains open and snatch the fresh towel left next to the shower to dry off. Not in the mood to wait for messy long hair to dry by itself you clumsily blow dry it, afterwards tying it into a neat ponytail.

Leaving the bathroom you crouch down, pulling out the phone from the backpack still lying on the floor by the entrance. With a quick glance at its screen you don’t see any urgent notifications; but you do notice that the whole bathroom debacle in total took around 45 minutes.

Still very hungry you stand and head into the primary room of the studio apartment.

You picked this specific apartment primarily for the large glass windows climbing up along the wall opposite of the entrance; giving you a view of the forest while you're up and about, a view of the starry night sky while you're in bed. In the top left corner is your bed, bottom right is a small kitchen setup, the centerpiece being a built-in oven and induction cooktop. Lastly the living room zone in the middle with a large leather sofa, the living room takes up most of the right hand side of the room with a coffee table and a tv stand for various knick knacks, a large tv mounted on the wall above it.

As usual the two weird unown ‘’pokemon’’ you inherited from your grandma are glued to one of the large ceiling windows, looking down at everyone and everything in the apartment. One is what you assume to be an exclamation point and the other a question mark. They've never really done anything other than float around to change what they look at with their odd singular eyes. Mentally you’ve been categorizing them more as furniture than living creatures at this point.

Looking into the room you can’t see the two pancham’s but it’s easy to tell that they are on the couch by the soft leather creaks as they fidget while watching what seems to be some kind of pokemon nature documentary. Audino is already aware of your needs, preparing a meal for everyone from what is available, putting two frozen pizzas into the oven with another on standby.

You walk up to him, stomach grumbling. He’s about four feet tall, reaching up to slightly below your bust when standing. He looks at you with a disappointed expression, standing there you can smell an odd mix of wet wipes and alcohol.

“I couldn’t just abandon them.” you mumble as you notice the open container of wet wipes on one of the countertops, a bottle of gel disinfectant next to it.

He sighs, waving you off. You nod and leave him to it. He’s the first pokemon you got as a child so you two grew up together; becoming best friends from early childhood, somehow over the years he ended up being much more mature in comparison. Having turned into a caretaker for you and pretty much the apartment as a whole ever since you moved away from your parents, doing any and all maintenance and chores that are required. You swear he might have better rapport with the landlord than even you do, no idea how that’s possible since he can’t even talk.

Though one thing that has rubbed off on him is your sedentary lifestyle, developing a chubby waist, hips and thighs similar to yours. For some reason ever since the encounter last night, looking at him makes you feel different; even though it’s the norm for you to exist in the apartment stark naked, just like he, you can’t help but feel flustered when he looks at you. Powerless to stop yourself from shooting the occasional glance down at his thick cream-colored butt.

Over the years of course there have been cases either when snoozing or in the rare mornings when you’ve seen him hard, dark pink shaft extended from its confinement, throbbing from some dream or just a general instinctual state of rut. You’ve sometimes had thoughts pop up that maybe it could be due to you but they’ve always stayed in the back of your mind. Never really seeing him as more than just your best friend as he went back into his pokeball to deal with it.

Blushing you go and sit down on the right-hand side of the leather sofa, with a passing look at the pancham’s you see that they're completely captivated by the nature documentary, or more likely the tv itself. Much less green than they were when you last saw them; audino must have done his best to clean them, you doubt they’d care enough to do it themselves.

Deciding to sink into the sofa until the food is ready you do your best to not look at the clothless pokemon in your proximity, instead opting to focus on the documentary.

…

By the time you're a decent chunk into learning about the daily lives of Watchog’s, Audino arrives with two large plates each holding a pepperoni and cheese pizza respectively. He sets the plates down on the coffee table, grabs one of the pepperoni pizza slices, and sits down on the opposite side of the sofa.

You watch as the little pancham snouts twitch, reacting to the wonderful pizza odor. Knocked out of their tv induced trance; they first look at you, then the pizza and finally the Audino who’s already half done with his slice before hopping down from the sofa to grab a slice too.

In around ten minutes both of the pizzas are devoured, surprisingly it doesn’t end up being particularly messy as the two new pokemon are focused on getting as much of the tasty unfamiliar food in themselves and not on the sofa or floor. They both largely hog any access to the coffee table, only managing to eat a slice of each.

Though luckily the last meat lover’s pizza you're able to split between you and Audino due to Pancham’s having returned to the sofa full of dough, cheese and meat. Need for sustenance quenched, you get up off the sofa, trying to do your part at least a little, you pick up the plates and carry them over to the sink. Giving them a quick soap and scrub before setting the porcelain down in a drying rack.

Mind still focused on dishes as you return to the sofa you fail to perceive the soft grunts originating from the tv. Flopping back down onto the cushiony leather, you're stunned as you look at the tv. Most of the screen is taken up by a thrusting male Watchog’s backside, his furred nuts swaying with the quick motions as he pistons in and out of a female on all fours in front of him.

Completely taken aback you're about to reach for the remote when the narration by the documentary’s female presenter kicks in “Watchog’s tend to breed often since both males and females of the species have quite a high libido.” she nonchalantly monologues while intermixed juices gush from the two rutting pokemon. “They do not mind engaging with the same sex or even with other species, attempting to persuade said species into mating by utilizing the same seduction methods they use for their own.”

You stare at the screen, mouth slightly agape, as the male stops. His long twitching tail hikes up, while he leans over the female, grabbing onto her sides. The documentary switches to a close up view between the male’s legs right when his furred balls go taut, shaft pulsing as he begins filling the female’s pink pussy. “The males have multiple anatomy positives that help in maximizing chances of impregnation: tapered shaft which increase the amount of seed that reaches past the cervix, the seed itself is quite sticky similar to humans and lastly their refractory period is only around a minute, often leading to more than twenty ejaculations per mating session.”

When the narrator finishes her sentence, almost as if to highlight the last positive, the male withdraws. His long tail relaxes as a small amount of thick white cum escapes along with the now glistening tapered shaft, which droops downwards, both the creatures visibly panting.

Still half stunned that this is even being broadcast you stare at the screen. The narrator wasn’t wrong, in about a minute you watch the shaft quickly stiffen before the male pulls back and thrusts back in, immediately the camera cuts back to a wide shot. Showcasing both the creatures swaying with the motion of the male’s thrusts while he quickly returns to his original pace.

Face completely flushed at this point you manage to force your eyes away from the screen, picking up the remote before looking at the pokemon to your left. Most are completely transfixed except for Audino which you catch glancing in your direction with what you guess to be an expression of confusion, though clearly not immune to watching what is pretty much very explicit porn as he attempts to hide his crotch from view.

A switch got flipped for the pancham’s as well; though clearly not ashamed of it as the male openly rubs his sheath while the female is fidgeting with her groin, clearly not very experienced with self pleasure.

All the while the thought of letting this unfold grows. Rubbing your thighs together while you watch the three pokemon get consumed by their baser instincts, soft grunts still emanating from the tv as the male pumps another load into the female Watchog.

You put the remote down before sinking back into the leather sofa, slowly starting to massage your already slightly wet slit, using the view in front of you for material. But before you can get into it you notice that the female pancham has completely frozen except for her twitching snout. Her round head turns to Audino before she follows her snout and crawls toward the unfamiliar smell.

She begins pushing against the two hands blocking her from her goal, meanwhile Audino catches your gaze. “W-why not…” you whisper, knowing he’d be able to hear it. With a sigh he lifts his furred paws revealing a throbbing, dark pink canine shaft. You barely are able to get a good look before the female pancham dives in, short tongue licking the unfamiliar shaft like candy. Audino struggles to not press her head against it with his paws, clearly pent up.

Deep down wishing it was you worshiping his cock as all your suppressed thoughts start to resurface. By now your juices are already dripping onto the leather sofa. You look to the male pancham with a pleading look but he’s still completely transfixed by the fucking on tv. Disappointed that you can’t just present yourself to be bred, you lie down flat on the sofa, using the extra space made available by the female pancham.

He’s still unbothered so you decide to be more forceful, sitting up and grabbing the male. He’s slightly startled for a second but quickly relaxes as you lie back down and place him on your face. Holding him up with your hands as you nuzzle his tennis ball sized nuts with your nose. The warmth and earthy musk is simply intoxicating, feeling a low moan reverberating throughout his small body.

Seconds later you bring one of the hands back to your pussy, opting to shove two fingers in instead of messing around further. Occasionally brushing against your hard clit with your palm causing your whole body to shiver.

Focus returning to the male you lower him a little and start licking. Running your tongue over the furred orbs almost makes you feel like you're actually licking a tennis ball if it were not for the earthy taste coupled with the churning that you can feel as the male groans from pleasure. Soon you start to feel droplets of precum leak onto your face, his tapered dark shaft is throbbing, begging for attention.

More than happy to oblige at this point so you lift the creature off your face, causing him to let out a disappointed yip. Furred nuts glistening from your saliva, finally able to see your handiwork.

Sitting up to place him between your legs you check in on Audino, which proves to be a mistake. They are well past foreplay as the female has taken his canine cock up to the knot; her tongue lolling out, completely lost in the pleasure, while he is grabbed onto her waist with both paws, slowly lifting and lowering her on his shaft like a sex toy.

With a pout you free the male pancham on top of your thighs, but before you can even part your legs he grabs hold of his shaft and thrusts through your bushy pubes, somehow perfectly able to sheath his entire cock inside you in one fluid motion, now lying on top of your groin. Taken aback by his precision you almost cum then and there but what actually pushes you over the edge is that he immediately begins thrusting, back arching as your inner walls squeeze the tapered shaft inside you.

But the male is unbothered, fucking you through your orgasm, unable to vocalize anything but low moans. His quickening pace prolongs your orgasm as your body instinctively contracts and tenses up in quick succession.

Suddenly he grabs onto your chubby hips, utilizing the extra grip to deliver deeper thrusts. The tip of his tapered shaft occasionally gushes a small load of hot pre inside you for maximum lubrication. Quiet sounds of flesh on fur copulation are flooding the room, growing louder with time as his crotch fur gets wet with your intermixed juices as he pounds away at your pussy.

Body running on autopilot as you meowl in between every other thrust; hands gripping the leather sofa for support as the small creature somehow manages to push every single one of your buttons with his fervent rutting.

Seconds later you're about to be brought to orgasm once again, right when you cum you feel the tapered shift graze your cervix followed by an abrupt stop. His furred digits digging into your waist as he delivers one last push to get his cock as deep as he can into your fucked pussy. Large tennis ball sized nuts contracting, you feel the tapered shaft pulse and throb, as he floods your womb with copious amounts of seed. His small body locking around your groin throughout your spasming orgasm so as to not be pushed even an inch out from your slit, feral pokemon nature working in overdrive to maximize chances of impregnation.

Meanwhile your own human anatomy does its best to extract as much seed as possible, inner walls contracting around the pulsing cock. He doesn’t move or make a sound so you lower your head back down onto the sofa and ride out his orgasm. Rapidly your womb starts to run out of volume to accommodate all the seed as it spurts out, flowing downwards between your coupled bodies.

In your semi-delirious state you notice the two unown’s hovering about a meter and a half above you, their large eyes wide open as they stare at you. Their odd behavior only seems to last for a couple seconds as they swiftly return to their typical resting spots on one of the ceiling windows.

As soon as the male pulls out you gasp, overflowing with seed, assuming it to be over you slowly begin shimming away so as to sit up.

But clearly the male has different plans for you; he grabs onto your thighs, spreading them open before hooking your left leg over the sofa with ease. Completely manhandled by the small male pancham, now on your side as the male sits on your right thigh, oozing pussy completely exposed.

Almost as if trying to mimic what he saw on tv he’s somehow completely hard again, rubbing the tip of his shaft against your outer lips to coat it with more of his own seed. You barely can get a whimper out before he thrusts back in, the downtime having lasted only about a minute even though it felt much longer.

His paws hold onto your lifted thigh for support as he quickly returns to his previous rutting speed. Seed gushing out of your overfilled pussy with each motion. Mind completely taken over by pleasure at this point, you're only able to vocalize low moans and whimpers as he breeds you just like the bitch Watchog on tv.

At the end of it all he’s stuffed you full of puppy batter five times, right-hand side of the leather coach coated in white seed from your feral breeding. Unable to keep track of how many times you’ve cum past the tenth time, quickly falling asleep from pure sexual gratification after he finally is done with you.

…

You wake tomorrow morning, warm sun bathing your stark naked form, still splayed out on the sofa. Oddly you don't feel any sticky seed on the couch or on your body as you groggily stretch. Audio must have cleaned everything up, what would you do without him.

Your stretching rouses the furred creature sleeping on your chest; sensation catching up to your half asleep brain as you feel the male pancham suckling on your tits, more precisely the left one while one paw kneads it. Small teeth occasionally bumping against your erect nipple making you sigh.

With a smile you look at the cute creature's half asleep face, clearly hoping to reward himself after what he assumes was a successful breeding. Though with a half relieved, half disappointed expression you grab onto him. There has not been a single documented case of pregnancy induced in a human by a pokemon, the anatomy clearly isn't set on granting his wish even though he went above and beyond yesterday.

Though as you carefully lift the dazed creature off your chest you're hit by a wave of panic.

The nipple he was sucking on is clearly leaking milk, both of your tits are also about a size or two larger than before, unlikely to fit well in any of your bras. However what actually makes you almost jump is the large baby bump distending your womb, you would actually jump to your feet if not for the fact that it is actually big, as if you were forty weeks pregnant.

The male stares at you with a confused expression, clearly the ordinary and completely expected outcome from his personal experience.

Meanwhile you struggle to calm down, having absolutely no previous experience with even a normal human pregnancy, all of a sudden now waddling around while your body feels and looks like it is about to push out new life in under a week. Seeded by a wild pokemon that literally rolled into your tent two days ago.

You spend the day mostly resting on the sofa, rapidly surfing the internet on pokemon birth's. Slowly deducing that it's an egg and not a live birth, mostly by experimentally groping your gravid abdomen.

Audino comes up to you multiple times during the day to check on you, with initially a worried look on his face which relaxes somewhat as you do your best to reassure him that it'll be fine. Able to convince yourself over the day as you read about pokemon pregnancies.

The two new pokemon mostly cause havoc throughout the day as they explore the apartment while audino tries to minimize the mess, only coming to rest on the sofa when Audio brings out food.

Though even that isn't particularly peaceful as you see the male staring at your milk filled tits. You don't opt to stop him, hoping that it might help and take your mind off this whole debacle. Fortunately, he quickly turns into a they, as the male points at your milk-filled tits and yips something at the female Pancham.

Together they descend upon you; positioning themselves on your thighs before their furred paws grab onto your lactating tits. Even though they were hasty in getting to you, once they actually make contact with your flesh their touch is surprisingly soft.

Slowly they adjust your breasts so as to get their own preferred suckling angle before you feel their hot breath, immediately followed by wet tongues as both lock their mouths around your teats.

With a deep sigh you sink into the sofa, smiling as you look down at their cute faces. Eyes half-closed they are entirely focused on getting as much of the sweet milk you can give.

Steadily they begin to knead your boob flesh while they continue suckling on your hard nipples.

Closing your eyes you get lost in their borderline worship of your chest. The whole process is slightly arousing but the pure feeling of satisfaction you get overpowers anything else.

They withdraw about fifteen minutes later; licking their mouths as they nonchalantly go back to examining your apartment. Looking down you see distinct mouth marks on each of your light areolas, nipples almost throbbing with how red they've gotten from stimulation.

Throughout the whole process Audino was in the kitchen but you didn't fail to catch him trying to occasionally peek over his shoulder at your tits being suckled.

You're able to get a little more research done before it starts to get dark. Audino tucks you into bed before falling asleep on the couch. The Pancham’s opt for the bed too, haphazardly using your soft flesh as a pillow.

…

Next morning begins as usual, you carefully push the two pokemon off you before waddling over to the kitchen for coffee. Immediately as you take the first sip you feel something shift in your abdomen. With a gasp you clutch your gravid form. Audino is already next to you, his supernatural hearing likely giving him a much more detailed state of your condition.

He immediately gathers up all the pillows and whatever towels you have available before piling them up in an emptier section of the living room. When he's done he helps you over to the middle of the pile.

Now standing on a bunch of fabrics he gestures for you to squat. You follow his instructions, still holding onto your abdomen. The two Pancham's are stark awake at this point as they watch this unfold from on top of the bed.

Next he gestures for you to spread your legs, you don't hesitate. Bush completely exposed when he suddenly runs one of his paws through the hair and over your pussy. Completely caught by surprise you almost fall backwards but he's able to grab onto your waist to keep you stable.

After that he just moves back.

You sit there for a minute as all three pokemon watch you with your legs spread open, squatting over a bunch of pillows.

The peace doesn't last long when suddenly you feel the need to push, without hesitation you follow your instincts. You expected it to hurt but it feels so fucking good.

Only seconds after you begin pushing your brought over the edge, squirting your juices outwards, most hitting the coffee table and laminated floor in front of you. Whole body trembling, as if expecting this Audino is already behind you, holding you by your waist as your legs quiver from pleasure. Largely kept upright by his strong grip.

Before you even can comprehend it you cum again, successfully pushing the egg out of your pussy. It safely falls into the pillows with a soft thud, as Audino carefully lowers your still twitching body down onto the fabrics. Gasping your finally able to get a good look at what had been growing inside you.

A large white egg with black spots is lying between your legs, size wise on par with your head. Struggling to conceptualize how you were even able to push it out. Investigate yourself for any damage by inserting one finger into your slit; it feels completely ordinary.

Audino sighs, letting you go now that you’ve more or less relaxed, immediately grabbing a wet wipe to clean the juices you emitted onto the non fabric surfaces.

The two Pancham’s swarm around the egg, sniffing and patting it. Eventually the male stops and crosses his arms, throwing an odd smug look at the female Pancham. She pouts and turns away, moving to sit on the sofa with the male quickly following suit, utilizing their combined power to turn the tv on.

Taking a deep breath before you carefully maneuver the egg along with some pillows into a safe corner of the room.

…

The following day you step into the local pokemon center, carrying the large egg up to the counter. Wearing the only oversized t-shirt you had with no bra underneath since none fit, basic pair of panties and jeans on your lower half.

“H-hello I’d like to donate my Pancham’s egg.” carefully placing the egg on the desk in front of the mature female clerk behind it.

“Thank you! We appreciate any and all egg donations as they are invaluable for research!” she let’s loose a spiel that while rehearsed you can tell she fully believes in herself.

“You said this is a Pancham egg?” she stops your initial plan to quickly leave after dropping the egg off.

“Yes, u-uhm I caught two Pancham’s recently.” more like they caught you.

“This is the biggest Pancham egg I’ve ever seen, phenomenal!” she exclaims as she picks up the large egg, looking it over. “It’s got an odd smell but wow! How do the little guys even manage to make something so big!” your whole body shivers as you watch her hug it.

“Y-yeah, no clue.” you mumble before quickly turning as you feel milk leak from your lactating tits. Doing your best to cover up the extremely obvious damp liquid stains.

“Ah! I see you’ve got a little bun in the oven as well, the wonders of life!” she’s completely genuine, flustered you can’t wait to leave but still force yourself to turn back and face her.

“Just so you know it’s perfectly fine to let the little critters suckle on your teats as well!”extremely thankful that there currently is no one else in the pokemon center. “Might as well make use of it before your baby is out and about! They love the sweet taste.”

Face red, you nod and rush out, hands doing their best to cover the stains on your t-shirt.