>>57154481Can you translate this to Japanese?
Next came the task of collecting their Poké Balls and anything other leftovers that could fit in Haley’s bag. There were plenty of Ultra Balls left over from one of the two, while a strange blue Ball with a web-like pattern caught the eager girl’s eye. She was almost scared to release whatever was kept within, but she sure didn’t plan to! Otherwise, all she needed to do was stuff Lusamine’s pretty green gem and Cynthia’ cute black hairpins into her bag, which now couldn’t close properly with all her own Poké Balls plus all this extra stuff in it.
“Oh well! I’ll just have to be careful not to drop anything on the way home,” Haley figured with a shrug, slowly rising to her feet.
Now, the only evidence that remained of her unexpected meal was a dried pool of spittle, near where she’d picked up Cynthia’s burped-up hairpin. The fact her gut had digested all the rest of their clothes was certainly strange, but no stranger than what had happened today in general. Haley’s belly protested as she took her first steps, and a little part of her mind registered what her body had done to the once-powerful blondes.
Haley’s impressive chest, now burdened with soft new fat, looked like two overinflated water balloons that sagged gently from her front. This she noticed because she had to hold her phone a little higher than usual, unable to see it from where she typically held it.
With each step came a sloshing of her overworked belly as well as a small chafing of her thick thighs and a slow inching up of her red skirt. Haley’s lower body had also benefitted so far from her semi-digested meals, lending her freshly fattened rear a bouncy quality as her bag thumped against it every other step.
Now toting her haul of goodies and Trainer ID’s as her proof, she couldn’t help but feel a little proud as she approached the city marker of Rustboro. Oh, screw it! I can’t wait any longer…
