I was contemplating for weeks on whether posting this or not, since its kinda unfinished (missing sink and other bathroom stuff). I may as well dump it here rather than delete it and have the save sit in my storage and rot.
I even whipped up a quick story, this is a prequel to my Vancouver Island story, 4 years ago...
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Roxy never felt so miserable.
Everywhere she walked, all she caught were eyes staring at her. even though she ain't no psychic Pokemon, she could tell what everyone was thinking; "Dear god, a pregnant Blaziken." "how can she be pregnant" "what a disgusting broad."
Not even at work she could escape it, even with the comfort of her coworkers. Darla, her best friend, a human, has longed to be pregnant, but ever since she and her husband found out she was infertile, and had given up hope for a baby.
Roxy wished she could trade places with the 22 year old human.
It was 3 months since she found out she was carrying a purebred Torchic in her belly, and the world was tough. Customers couldn't stop staring the entire time she worked the brewing machines, even her asshole Blaziken boyfriend, who was the one who did this to her, grew disgusted at the sight of her, and without saying a word, left her for a human. A HUMAN! All because of the tumor growing on her stomach.
It was another day, another dollar, morning sickness struck her at 5:00 am. a hot summer day at the Coffee shop, the blasted AC broken for the 3rd week in a row. How she could stand it she'd never know. every 30 minutes she had to sit down.
Lunch came around, and she decided to sit down with an ice cold large cup of water, she leaned back, her gut sandwiched between the table and the chair, fixed to the floor. as she sat there, feeling more pregnant and miserable than ever, something caught her eye, a small human boy, no older than 5, his back towards his mother, who sat there looking at whatever drama was written on the internet on her iPad.
All he did was stare. Roxy stared back, then blinked. immediately afterwards, the child blinked.
She frowned. So did the child.
She put her elbow on her belly, and her hand to her cheek. the boy copied, putting his elbow on the back of the chair, his hand to his cheek.
She did the same, this time with both arms. the boy copied.
Finally she smiled again, causing the boy to giggle.
The mom looked up at the commotion, upon seeing the blaziken, her eyes grew dark.
"Can you not harass my child please."
"But mom, we're just playing," the boy whined.
"Come Donavin," the mother said, standing up, "Humans do not play with MUTANTS."
"But mom-" before he said another word, she stood up and grabbed her drinks, then the boy's wrist, and marched out of the coffee shop.
Misery began to fill Roxy, again.
That Evening, at the end of her shift, Roxy walked home to her apartment. and prepared for a cold shower, she stripped herself of her green cap, then her apron (which Ironically with the contrasting colors, made her appear bigger than she really is), her tank top, and finally her black sweatpants.
Underneath, she wore a cheap swimsuit she bought at a donation thrift-store which doubled as her lingerie while letting her nether regions breathe in the hot summer air. before then, the cheap bikini's fabric was so light, occasionally, the fabric would reveal her prized features underneath at pool parties and at the beaches, which eventually lead her into this mess in the first place.
she stared in the mirror, she studied her face, her black eyeliner barely hiding the tired bags underneath her eyes. lower, she saw her ruffled feathers on her neck, stressed from the endless days of labor and sickness. her breasts, although she doesn't mind the increasing size of her beautiful girls, her bra perfectly adjustable should the time come that they swell twice their size.
and the huge swollen gut of hers, the cursed tumor. Her naval nearly there towards popping time, as its been only 2 months since she began showing. Roxy cupped her hands underneath the gravid gut, and lightly shook the hump. slowly she swayed her hips side to side. then faster, until she heard 2 faint popping noises. was it the fluid inside her? maybe all that water she drank earlier to keep her cool? maybe the skin of her body being pushed to it limit? she stopped, her tummy slowly swaying to a still.
Roxy had no Idea why, but she was entranced by the tumor. she rested her hands on it, and slowly returned to stroking it, when suddenly a weird feeling on the inside caused her to curl. the feeling pressed up against the palm of her hand, she hunched foward, she audibly shuddered at the feeling, "ooouughugugughhh", a weird combination of a shiver... and a giggle. oddly to her the feeling felt squeamish, like 2 cottony/woolly fabrics rubbing together against each other in between your fingers, but simultaneously, it felt erotic, and ticklish.
Her baby was moving around inside her, it was responding to her rubbing. The miraculous feeling inside her felt so weird, yet she never felt so turned on before, not like this in a long time.
Slowly, she stood up again, the more she did, the more areas she felt being poked. she put her elbows high above her head, and leaned back, letting her belly hang out. she watched in the mirror as little bumps lightly danced along the surface of her hump, like little fingers playing and tickling the surface of a light bed-sheet. In her peripheral she could see her cheeks glow pink, she could see her eyes glowing bright golden, a feature of her that she failed to show for 3 months now. There was no denying it, she was loving it.
All Roxy could do was put a her right hand on her belly, as she giggled uncontrollably at the tickling feeling inside her, her gut dancing and morphing to the movement underneath her skin, as faint audible gulping sounds radiated from the little bumps. *Ghk, chk, glk, chghk* She rubbed the sentient bubble, her private downstairs area tingled, reacting to the feeling of the little bumps pecking and rolling against the palm of Roxy's hand as she slowly stroked up and down for a solid 4 minutes, possibly the best 4 minutes of her life, before slowly, the movement inside her dimmed to stop.
It was amazing, all Roxy felt before was misery and sadness, as she thought she felt truly alone in the cruel world of Human and Pokemon, but the second the wiggling within her ended, all she feels is Bliss. Playfully, she rubbed the underside of her belly, her free hand lightly poking at the top, just beyond her ribs, as she stared happily into the mirror, hoping for more of the erotic feeling she was subjected to.
[PICTURE]
It was as if a blanket was lifted from Roxy's face, she no longer saw the disgusting mutant she was made out to be. All the voices and thoughts echoing in her brain silenced, she no longer remembers the cruel remarks made towards her.
"Dear god what is that?"
What are they talking about? Her? Nah! maybe something else, like an open trashbag in an alleyway she's in front of.
"Humans don't play with mutants"
Who are you calling "mutant", Karen?
Roxy's a Blaziken, and she is pregnant as all things heck, and she doesn't care. Its the cycle of life, it feels amazing, and she feels amazing. All she wants to do is feel whole, no matter how long it lasts, no matter how many times she gets. All Roxy cares about is so long as she's pregnant, she feels complete...
END
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Feel free to comment Positive Feedback is welcome by All.
Roxy and Darla belongs to me
Blaziken Model belongs to Disembowel
Blaziken and Torchic belongs to Pokemon Company
I even whipped up a quick story, this is a prequel to my Vancouver Island story, 4 years ago...
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Roxy never felt so miserable.
Everywhere she walked, all she caught were eyes staring at her. even though she ain't no psychic Pokemon, she could tell what everyone was thinking; "Dear god, a pregnant Blaziken." "how can she be pregnant" "what a disgusting broad."
Not even at work she could escape it, even with the comfort of her coworkers. Darla, her best friend, a human, has longed to be pregnant, but ever since she and her husband found out she was infertile, and had given up hope for a baby.
Roxy wished she could trade places with the 22 year old human.
It was 3 months since she found out she was carrying a purebred Torchic in her belly, and the world was tough. Customers couldn't stop staring the entire time she worked the brewing machines, even her asshole Blaziken boyfriend, who was the one who did this to her, grew disgusted at the sight of her, and without saying a word, left her for a human. A HUMAN! All because of the tumor growing on her stomach.
It was another day, another dollar, morning sickness struck her at 5:00 am. a hot summer day at the Coffee shop, the blasted AC broken for the 3rd week in a row. How she could stand it she'd never know. every 30 minutes she had to sit down.
Lunch came around, and she decided to sit down with an ice cold large cup of water, she leaned back, her gut sandwiched between the table and the chair, fixed to the floor. as she sat there, feeling more pregnant and miserable than ever, something caught her eye, a small human boy, no older than 5, his back towards his mother, who sat there looking at whatever drama was written on the internet on her iPad.
All he did was stare. Roxy stared back, then blinked. immediately afterwards, the child blinked.
She frowned. So did the child.
She put her elbow on her belly, and her hand to her cheek. the boy copied, putting his elbow on the back of the chair, his hand to his cheek.
She did the same, this time with both arms. the boy copied.
Finally she smiled again, causing the boy to giggle.
The mom looked up at the commotion, upon seeing the blaziken, her eyes grew dark.
"Can you not harass my child please."
"But mom, we're just playing," the boy whined.
"Come Donavin," the mother said, standing up, "Humans do not play with MUTANTS."
"But mom-" before he said another word, she stood up and grabbed her drinks, then the boy's wrist, and marched out of the coffee shop.
Misery began to fill Roxy, again.
That Evening, at the end of her shift, Roxy walked home to her apartment. and prepared for a cold shower, she stripped herself of her green cap, then her apron (which Ironically with the contrasting colors, made her appear bigger than she really is), her tank top, and finally her black sweatpants.
Underneath, she wore a cheap swimsuit she bought at a donation thrift-store which doubled as her lingerie while letting her nether regions breathe in the hot summer air. before then, the cheap bikini's fabric was so light, occasionally, the fabric would reveal her prized features underneath at pool parties and at the beaches, which eventually lead her into this mess in the first place.
she stared in the mirror, she studied her face, her black eyeliner barely hiding the tired bags underneath her eyes. lower, she saw her ruffled feathers on her neck, stressed from the endless days of labor and sickness. her breasts, although she doesn't mind the increasing size of her beautiful girls, her bra perfectly adjustable should the time come that they swell twice their size.
and the huge swollen gut of hers, the cursed tumor. Her naval nearly there towards popping time, as its been only 2 months since she began showing. Roxy cupped her hands underneath the gravid gut, and lightly shook the hump. slowly she swayed her hips side to side. then faster, until she heard 2 faint popping noises. was it the fluid inside her? maybe all that water she drank earlier to keep her cool? maybe the skin of her body being pushed to it limit? she stopped, her tummy slowly swaying to a still.
Roxy had no Idea why, but she was entranced by the tumor. she rested her hands on it, and slowly returned to stroking it, when suddenly a weird feeling on the inside caused her to curl. the feeling pressed up against the palm of her hand, she hunched foward, she audibly shuddered at the feeling, "ooouughugugughhh", a weird combination of a shiver... and a giggle. oddly to her the feeling felt squeamish, like 2 cottony/woolly fabrics rubbing together against each other in between your fingers, but simultaneously, it felt erotic, and ticklish.
Her baby was moving around inside her, it was responding to her rubbing. The miraculous feeling inside her felt so weird, yet she never felt so turned on before, not like this in a long time.
Slowly, she stood up again, the more she did, the more areas she felt being poked. she put her elbows high above her head, and leaned back, letting her belly hang out. she watched in the mirror as little bumps lightly danced along the surface of her hump, like little fingers playing and tickling the surface of a light bed-sheet. In her peripheral she could see her cheeks glow pink, she could see her eyes glowing bright golden, a feature of her that she failed to show for 3 months now. There was no denying it, she was loving it.
All Roxy could do was put a her right hand on her belly, as she giggled uncontrollably at the tickling feeling inside her, her gut dancing and morphing to the movement underneath her skin, as faint audible gulping sounds radiated from the little bumps. *Ghk, chk, glk, chghk* She rubbed the sentient bubble, her private downstairs area tingled, reacting to the feeling of the little bumps pecking and rolling against the palm of Roxy's hand as she slowly stroked up and down for a solid 4 minutes, possibly the best 4 minutes of her life, before slowly, the movement inside her dimmed to stop.
It was amazing, all Roxy felt before was misery and sadness, as she thought she felt truly alone in the cruel world of Human and Pokemon, but the second the wiggling within her ended, all she feels is Bliss. Playfully, she rubbed the underside of her belly, her free hand lightly poking at the top, just beyond her ribs, as she stared happily into the mirror, hoping for more of the erotic feeling she was subjected to.
[PICTURE]
It was as if a blanket was lifted from Roxy's face, she no longer saw the disgusting mutant she was made out to be. All the voices and thoughts echoing in her brain silenced, she no longer remembers the cruel remarks made towards her.
"Dear god what is that?"
What are they talking about? Her? Nah! maybe something else, like an open trashbag in an alleyway she's in front of.
"Humans don't play with mutants"
Who are you calling "mutant", Karen?
Roxy's a Blaziken, and she is pregnant as all things heck, and she doesn't care. Its the cycle of life, it feels amazing, and she feels amazing. All she wants to do is feel whole, no matter how long it lasts, no matter how many times she gets. All Roxy cares about is so long as she's pregnant, she feels complete...
END
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Feel free to comment Positive Feedback is welcome by All.
Roxy and Darla belongs to me
Blaziken Model belongs to Disembowel
Blaziken and Torchic belongs to Pokemon Company
Category Artwork (Digital) / Pregnancy
Species Pokemon
Gender Female
Size 2252 x 2250px
What are people complaining about? She looks fine, just a bit expectant, and I say it looks great on her.
TBH its kinda the reason why I was reluctant to post this story, I have no Idea why I wrote it so everyone is disgusted by her pregnancy, I guess its cause I wanted to originally write her out as an underdog everyone can route for (you can even find traces of it in one of my past art posts) but looking back on it, I'm kinda worried I'm confusing my audience into thinking she was outcasted by the public (you find a similar comment with the same reaction).
That's why I kinda gave up on this story and wrote the "Vancouver Island" story instead where we see her as more of an up and coming magazine model instead.
That's why I kinda gave up on this story and wrote the "Vancouver Island" story instead where we see her as more of an up and coming magazine model instead.
Nice to see a fellow artist perfecting his vision. Roxy seems the type who’ll be perfect for magazine covers, so an origin story was only fitting. You did a good job buddy.
This is such a wonderful and emotional story. Roxy has such an amazing and interesting backstory.
She is such a cool and strong birb that takes life on the chin and keep getting back up. what a machine ^^ ❤️
Also this little read was not with its sexy erotic and maternal sexiness.
So very rarely do I come across stuff involving preggy characters becoming aroused by their offsprings movements in the womb and the audible churning sounds within, not to mention the sexual high they feel from groping and shaking their bellies 💛
She is such a cool and strong birb that takes life on the chin and keep getting back up. what a machine ^^ ❤️
Also this little read was not with its sexy erotic and maternal sexiness.
So very rarely do I come across stuff involving preggy characters becoming aroused by their offsprings movements in the womb and the audible churning sounds within, not to mention the sexual high they feel from groping and shaking their bellies 💛
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