”Well well well, what do we have here?” the Swampert’s voice boomed, accompanied by the equally booming footsteps as she approached.
The comparatively tiny Marshtomp was already bemused examining his now shrunken body, each tile on the kitchen floor now about as big as the area of a small room. Now though, he was embarrassed, flustered, and speechless, as he stared up at the giant Swampert looming above him. Bandito’s emotions were all over the place. He didn’t know what to think. Should he be scared? Should he be confused? Should he be aroused? Wait, AROUSED? Why was he feeling this?
… He knew why, and it only got stronger as Laguna bent down onto the floor, lying directly in front of him, her vast belly splaying across the floor like a giant ridge, far too big for him to walk around, not that he wanted to. Something about looking straight ahead at Laguna’s cleavage taking up his field of sight, or looking up at Laguna’s smug face taking up the “sky” as it were, was keeping him from moving. It could’ve been the fact that he secretly loved the view, or it could’ve been the fact that he knew there was no way he could escape if he tried.
He further found himself unable to move as Laguna spoke to him with her booming voice.
“Just couldn’t help yourself from stealing one of our drinks, could’ja?” she chuckled.
“I… I…” Bandito still couldn’t speak.
Laguna didn’t let him though. His answer wasn’t needed. She already knew what was going on here. “Listen, my guy, you’re not the first to have tried to steal one of our supplement drinks. We know your type, so I wanted to see if you’d try, and I guess I was right~”
“B… but…” Bandito tried to reply.
“Lemme guess, ‘why did the drink shrink you, right?’” Laguna asked. “Heh, well, that wasn’t actually a supplement you just drank. It was a decoy. A special punch brewed with a seasoning of Miniimize. Not something we usually use since it’s kind of the opposite of our ultimatum, but it has its uses. Not sold in marts by the way. It’s amazing what you can find on the black market. Mmhmhm…”
Bandito had to process the trap he had just walked into.
“Thanks for testing our new size-adjusting uniform type by the way. We ruin so many uniforms when we grow, so it’s nice to see we can provide an option for anyone who’d rather not rip their top when they expand, though personally I find it rather satisfying when it happens.” She paused. “Heh, sorry, I’m rambling a bit, aren’t I?”
“Uh…” Bandito began.
“Anyway,” Laguna interrupted, her expression changing from amused to something that seemed halfway between being amused and annoyed at the same time, making Bandito gulp. “Since you’re all tiny for the moment, now I gotta keep an eye on you until it wears off. Not how I was really hoping to spend the rest of my day, so thanks for that, ya little thief…” She glared at him with an arresting look. Bandito could only smile sheepishly, still blushing, which hadn’t gone unnoticed by Laguna. “But since I’ll be holding onto you for safe keeping, I hope you can at least keep me entertained or something, so try not to bore me, ‘kay?”
Bandito shook, a little scared, a little interested, and a little bashful. “Y… yes, M-Miss Laguna…” he said.
“Good boy…”
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. Bandito tried to steal an enhancement drink, but it was a trap, and Laguna caught him red-handed.
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Swampert and Marshtomp © GameFreak
Bandito ©
Bandito
Laguna ©
Blazesaur
The comparatively tiny Marshtomp was already bemused examining his now shrunken body, each tile on the kitchen floor now about as big as the area of a small room. Now though, he was embarrassed, flustered, and speechless, as he stared up at the giant Swampert looming above him. Bandito’s emotions were all over the place. He didn’t know what to think. Should he be scared? Should he be confused? Should he be aroused? Wait, AROUSED? Why was he feeling this?
… He knew why, and it only got stronger as Laguna bent down onto the floor, lying directly in front of him, her vast belly splaying across the floor like a giant ridge, far too big for him to walk around, not that he wanted to. Something about looking straight ahead at Laguna’s cleavage taking up his field of sight, or looking up at Laguna’s smug face taking up the “sky” as it were, was keeping him from moving. It could’ve been the fact that he secretly loved the view, or it could’ve been the fact that he knew there was no way he could escape if he tried.
He further found himself unable to move as Laguna spoke to him with her booming voice.
“Just couldn’t help yourself from stealing one of our drinks, could’ja?” she chuckled.
“I… I…” Bandito still couldn’t speak.
Laguna didn’t let him though. His answer wasn’t needed. She already knew what was going on here. “Listen, my guy, you’re not the first to have tried to steal one of our supplement drinks. We know your type, so I wanted to see if you’d try, and I guess I was right~”
“B… but…” Bandito tried to reply.
“Lemme guess, ‘why did the drink shrink you, right?’” Laguna asked. “Heh, well, that wasn’t actually a supplement you just drank. It was a decoy. A special punch brewed with a seasoning of Miniimize. Not something we usually use since it’s kind of the opposite of our ultimatum, but it has its uses. Not sold in marts by the way. It’s amazing what you can find on the black market. Mmhmhm…”
Bandito had to process the trap he had just walked into.
“Thanks for testing our new size-adjusting uniform type by the way. We ruin so many uniforms when we grow, so it’s nice to see we can provide an option for anyone who’d rather not rip their top when they expand, though personally I find it rather satisfying when it happens.” She paused. “Heh, sorry, I’m rambling a bit, aren’t I?”
“Uh…” Bandito began.
“Anyway,” Laguna interrupted, her expression changing from amused to something that seemed halfway between being amused and annoyed at the same time, making Bandito gulp. “Since you’re all tiny for the moment, now I gotta keep an eye on you until it wears off. Not how I was really hoping to spend the rest of my day, so thanks for that, ya little thief…” She glared at him with an arresting look. Bandito could only smile sheepishly, still blushing, which hadn’t gone unnoticed by Laguna. “But since I’ll be holding onto you for safe keeping, I hope you can at least keep me entertained or something, so try not to bore me, ‘kay?”
Bandito shook, a little scared, a little interested, and a little bashful. “Y… yes, M-Miss Laguna…” he said.
“Good boy…”
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Commission for
. Bandito tried to steal an enhancement drink, but it was a trap, and Laguna caught him red-handed.Enjoy!
Swampert and Marshtomp © GameFreak
Bandito ©
BanditoLaguna ©
Blazesaur
Category All / Macro / Micro
Species Pokemon
Size 1897 x 1942px
File Size 2.86 MB
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