Immaculate Art by  T-Bone
Story requested by and written for  T-Bone
Bahari belongs to  T-Bone

Original Post Here“Snrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...”

Arms tossed back behind her head, face covered by disheveled braids, a pleasantly plump Vaporeon snored at length. Her bed sheets, covered with crumbs and wrappers, loudly crinkled and crunched whenever she shifted in place.

BZZZZT BZZZT

The Water-Type grunted as she aimlessly flailed for her phone. A muffled, albeit pleasant, Jigglypuff lullaby wafted up from wherever it was.

BZZZZZT BZZZZZT

Eyes squinted shut, the Vaporeon continued to flop her leaden limbs about to no avail. Brilliant streaks of sunlight, red in color, bled through the gaps in her blinds.

BZZZZZZZZT BZZZZZZZT

The Jigglypuff's sweet serenade slowly tapered off. Having failed to slap down the Snooze button in a timely manner...

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Bahari yelped when a Scream Tail's sonic screech roared out at her. Eyes peeling open, the Vaporeon's heart rate skyrocketed as ripples of sound and fury cascaded across her wobbling breasts. Reaching deep into her cleavage the Vaporeon fished out her phone and silenced the alarm.

“Mmphhh...”

Swinging her legs over the side of her bed, broad back peeling off her sheets, Bahari reluctantly rose to a sit. Slouching forward she blinked in and out of sync.

GLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORP

Eyes half-lidded, the Vaporeon slapped a hand against her gut. Dozens of slices of pizza, stray Berries, cartons of ice cream, and whole packets of Poffins could be seen bobbing about inside it.

“Can't be seen waddling around looking like this...” Bahari huffed. Brows furrowed, she thrummed her fingers along her doughy belly. Bubbles, layered and thick, came to coat and envelop the contents of her stomach. As the whole of the Vaporeon's body came to hiss and seethe while the tiny pockets of air rapidly spread-

BURRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAP

A particularly spicy and house-rattling belch roared free from Bahari's rippling lips.

“Urf.” Cheeks puffed out, and her blue finned head burning beet red, the Vaporeon shyly huffed. “Now how am I going to wear you...” she mumbled. Inhaling deeply of the humid air wafting through her windows...

BWOOOOOOOOMPH

Bahari shoved her hands deep into her own heft. Nigh instantaneously did her watery weight redistribute itself into her thunderous thighs, tree trunk legs, fat tail, and swollen feet. With a smirk she brushed her fingers against her now toned stomach. “Much better,” the Vaporeon bashfully boasted.

Rising to a stand with a grunt, Bahari cleared her throat and called out. “Wanda!”

“...”

Save for the far off roar of the waves, wafting through a propped open patio door, the seaside apartment remained quiet.

The voluptuous Vaporeon papped her phone back between her breasts with a sigh. Sliding off her bra, and underwear, Bahari kicked her rumpled clothes into one of the many piles of dirty laundry sprawled across her room. Scritching at the side of her finned head the big bloated beauty blearily stumbled about looking for clean clothes. “Wandaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” the Vaporeon called out once more over the clap of her own ass cheeks.

Again there was no response.

Brows arched, Bahari scrunched her lips while she dressed herself. Swinging open her bedroom door-

BADOOOMPH

The Vaporeon hurked when her enormous assets caught against the door frame. Leaning forward, Bahari clenched her glutes with everything she had before-

POFFFFFFFFFF

She popped free. Stumbling forward, her tremendous tits having ballooned multiple cups in size from the abrupt redistribution of weight, Bahari slid her hands beneath her shoulder straining sweater muffins. “Wanda! You up and at 'em?”

“…Nuh.”

Bahari tilted her head to the side when a whisper of a whine brushed against her finned ears. “Wanda?”

“Nuh!”

Lips wavering, the Vaporeon stifled a playful snort as she stomped out into her sparse living room. The cheap and crappy furniture rattled with every clap of her thick feet. “Wandaaaaaa,” Bahari called out in a sing-song tone.

“Whaaaaaaaat.”

Hands on her hips, Bahari ambled towards her roommate's well... room. “It's that time!”

“Mmrmrrrmnnngnggh.”

Looking over herself, and mindful to shift around her proportions where needed, Bahari forced herself into Wanda's shadow soaked quarters. A sweetly scented blast of fresh air, come courtesy of the menagerie of potted plants bunched against every wall, assailed the Vaporeon when she did so. Blindly did the Water-Type fumble for a light switch-

FLICK

Only to snicker when a pronounced lump, curled up beneath Wanda's bed sheets, came into focus. “Take your time,” Bahari cooed. Arm held out to her side she happily hummed as beads of water congealed upon her fingertips. Dutifully did she tend to every leafy green that wreathed her roommate's abode.

“...Don't forget that-”

“I know, I know! I'm supposed to mist the air plants. Not water 'em.”

WHUMPF

Wanda's bed creaked, and her balled up form bounced in place, while Bahari loudly thumped from one corner of her room to the next. Even with all the unwanted noise and attention the Vaporeon's rambunctious roomie refused to stir or slip out from under the covers.

“And done!” Bahari proudly announced. “Ready, Wanda?”

“No.”

“Pbbbt. It's gonna be one of those mornings huh?” teased the fox. Brows arched, she tossed back the bed sheets to reveal a Wartortle shell. “Rise and shine!”

A pair of eyes, bleary and crusted with sleep, peered out from the darkened interior of the shell. “You can't make me.”

“Oh yes I can,” the Vaporeon snarked as she, effortlessly at that, scooped up Wanda's shell and tucked her beneath an arm.

“Bahari,” grumbled the Wartortle as she found herself pinched between the Vaporeon's breast and bicep.

“Wanda,” sang back Bahari with a swish of her thick tail.

Wanda dragged out a defeated sigh. “While you're at it can you-”

The swish of slats brushing against one other ed in the Wartortle's feathered ears. “Thanks,” mumbled the little lump.

“I got you,” the Vaporeon reassured her as she cracked the blinds. “Now then! Any requests for breakfast?” Bahari asked while she lumbered over towards the timid turtle's dresser. Fumbling at the drawers with her free hand she shamelessly scrounged around for clean clothes. Tongue blepped out, and a devilish smile spreading wide across her cheeks, the Water-Type happily took to stuffing them inside Wanda's shell.

Wanda pbbted as a steady stream of undershirts, undergarments, and swim suits slapped against her. “Don't you put that evil on me,” she snipped.

“Whaaaaat?” Bahari eeheed. Whirling about on her heels the voluminous Vaporeon sauntered back out into their living room. “We need a big meal to tackle the big day ahead of us!”

“Yeah? And? Not everyone can indulge in the everything diet!”

TONK

Wobbling to and fro, Wanda's shell slowly spun in place when Bahari set her down upon one of the chairs at their kitchen table.

The Vaporeon snorted as she, courtesy her Water Absorb ability, shifted her weight from her breasts back to her behind. With a seismic sashay of her hips she rounded the corner into their cramped kitchen. “So no Mago Berry pancakes?” Bahari called out. “No scrambled eggs loaded up with MooMoo Milk, pepper, and paprika? No Oinkologne bacon strips?”

“...”

“Hmmmmmm?”

“Don't tempt me,” Wanda uneasily answered.

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?” Bahari giggled while she steepled her fingers.

The Wartortle wearily groaned. “...Thanks but no thanks.”

Bahari rolled her eyes with a sigh. “Oh c'mon, Wanda! Live a little!”

Peeking her head out of her shell, and lips wavering, Wanda nevertheless stood her ground. “Just the usual for me.”

“Lemme guess,” the Vaporeon grunted as she opened the fridge. “Yogurt and granola?”

Wanda's stumpy limbs slid free from the remaining holes in her shell. Pushing herself up to a stand, the diminutive turtle papped her hands against the table. “Please and thank you.”

“Tch. One of these days you'll cave,” Bahari vowed.Feathered ears drooped, and yogurt in hand, Wanda warily watched on while Bahari licked her plates clean. Every grain of salt, every dollop of syrup, every glob of batter... the Vaporeon refused to let even the most minute of morsels escape her appetite. “Why do you do the things that you do,” the Wartortle tiredly asked.

“I took the time to cook it,” Bahari elaborated between mlems. With every slurp, every glurk, her enormous ass cheeks spilled ever further over the sides of her chair. “So I'm going to take the time to enjoy it!”

Eyes squinted shut, the Wartortle slowly chewed away at her not quite as delicious but very nutritious breakfast. “Please don't tell me you do that on shift at the Seabreeze Cafe.”

“Okay. I won't,” the Vaporeon shrugged.

“Arceus above,” Wanda said with a shiver.

“Oh! Speaking of work!” Bahari said. Flinging her head forward she let her many braids come to flop across her face. “Can you squeeze me into Salon Renacer some time soon to... you know...”

Brows pulled flat, and cheeks puffed out, Wanda noisily ground globs of granola between her petite teeth. "What am I? Your own personal hair stylist?"

“Pleaaaaase. Please please please!” Bahari begged. Rising from her seat she circled round the table and all but shoved her snoot into the thigh-high turtle's face. “You're the only one I trust with them! Much less my highlights!”

Wanda blankly blinked at the groveling giantess. “Renacer is booked out for weeks. I'm booked out for weeks,” she snipped. Her stoic expression faltered at the sight of Bahari's finned ears drooping. “That said... we'll see what I can do. Maybe sneak you in off hours or something. Iunno.”

BWOOOOMPH

Arms hanging limply over Bahari's thick forearms, Wanda sighed when the Vaporeon scooped her up and cuddled her close. “Don't get used to it,” mumbled the Wartortle as she was smothered into breasts bigger than she was.

“No promises,” teased the wumbo Water-Type as she affectionately nosed at the back of the turtle's head. After tucking Wanda between her nigh bottomless bosom Bahari took to tending the table and putting away the dishes. “You ready?”

“Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Wanda unconvincingly grumbled. Retreating back inside her shell she wibbled to and fro as she took stock of what spare clothes and supplies Bahari had already squirreled away inside her impromptu inventory. Traces of shirt sleeves, and swim trunks, bunched against the holes from where her arms and legs reemerged. “Ready as I'll ever be.”With a spring in her step, and a happy hum echoing in her throat, Bahari plodded out into the surf just beyond their apartment's backdoor. Sand sluiced between her toes, and white foam lapped at her ankles, while she lumbered down the Cabo Poco coastline.

“...I can walk you know,” Wanda groused. Head peeking out from between Bahari's bodacious bust she haughtily harrumphed when the Vaporeon's chin came to rest against the top of her head.

“On those stumpy little stompers of yours?” Bahari teased. “We'll never make it there in time!” Smile spreading wide across her maw, the Vaporeon's aqueous form positively shimmered beneath the golden glow of the rising sun. Its fiery form, orange and beautiful to behold, slowly crept past the line where the sea kissed the sky.

The Wartortle's lips wavered like a sine wave while her feathery ears limply slapped against the sides of Bahari's cheeks. “Remind me again how I got roped into this?”

“Because you wanted the extra cash even more than I did,” Bahari snarked matter of factly.

Wanda's eyes pinched shut while the Vaporeon's breasts gently kneaded her between them.

“Don't be like thaaaaat,” said the furless fox. “You're the one that wanted some spending money on the side!” While she and Wanda continued to shuffle down the shoreline a handful of untended lifeguard towers, and stray flags, ed them by.

“Only because I keep covering our rent,” grumbled the tiny turtle. "And have to keep on taking extra appointments at Renacer to do so."

Bahari weakly laughed as she scritched at a cheek. Tail undulating uneasily behind her she fished Wanda free from her bountiful bosom. “H-h-hey! You know I'm good for it!” As the Vaporeon's composure faltered so too did her command of Water Absorb. The pawprints she left in her wake, plunging deeper and deeper into the sand and surf, slowly came to swell in size.

“Yeah yeah yeahhhhhhh,” Wanda raspberried before she wiggled free from Bahari's thickening fingers. Jogging alongside the Vaporeon, her clawed feet barely dimpling in the sand beneath her, the Wartortle maintained a surprisingly speedy clip.

Bahari urfed when her shorts, barely stretching past her buttcheeks to begin with, disappeared entirely between them. “Would it kill you to let me pay you in kind now and then?” she sassed as her tremendous tits, all but overflowing her shirt, noisily sloshed about. “When was the last time you even ate anything I put in front of you?”

“When I was still struggling to squeeze into my shell,” Wanda shyly retorted.

Bahari puffed out a pudgy cheek. “Look. My cooking's good for the soul. Never said nothin' about the arteries.”

The Wartortle couldn't help but drool as her tastebuds fondly, longingly, recalled the memory of her roommate's nigh divine cuisine. It had taken months of dieting and exercise for her waistline to recover. “How did you even stumble on this gig anyway?”

Bahari turned her gaze out towards the open ocean. “By accident!”

“...Do I even want to know?”

Jaw clenched, and forcing a smile, Bahari sheepishly thought back to the 'incident' that had prompted this position to open up to begin with. A pronounced blush bubbled along her cheeks as she thought back to that fateful day at the Cabo Poco public pool. She had been doing laps, as she was wont to do, and opted to up the ante. She had allowed her water-tight skin to relax, and her Water Absorb to activate, so that a prodigious amount of plush and pudge fill out her frame. Honestly, sincerely, she only meant for it to serve as some extra drag! So that her workout was all the more intensive!

“That embarrassing?” Wanda teased.

“You. Hush,” Bahari mumbled. Her finned ears folded flat as she vividly recalled the sensation of her swimsuit's shoulder straps tugging taut. How she, foolishly at that, shrugged it off while she continued to ratchet up the resistance. To nobody's surprise, save her own, the Vaporeon's flood of flesh simply proved to be too much. As her clothes came apart Bahari's engorged breasts flopped free for all to see. Her nipples, rock hard and perked to attention, snagged against the lane lines.

The Vaporeon's aqueous ability, through which she could absorb as much or as little water as she pleased into herself, spiraled out of control alongside her frantic and flustered thoughts. Stray swimmers found themselves suctioned towards her in an instant when Bahari unconsciously imbibed the entirety of the pool. A litany of curses, unrecognizably bass boosted, lurched free from her lips when she abruptly exploded in size.

Bahari's bunker busting ass cheeks shattered apart the concrete comprising the pool basin itself while her heels carved clean through the tile lined bottom. Hands clapped against her nipples, and thighs slammed together, the Vaporeon profusely apologized to the swimmers treading water within her. As she smothered them in bubbles, and forced them to the surface of her skin, Bahari blubbered away while they bobbed about her bosom desperately gasping for air. That she hadn't accidentally absorbed them into herself, via Water Absorb, was a miracle in and of itself.

She could have, should have, been banned from the premises right then and there. Yet to Bahari's surprise her captive audience took it in stride. They relished, appreciated even, the chance to not just swim alongside a Vaporeon but in one! From that accident an opportunity arose. While the pool underwent repairs... Bahari was extended an offer to serve not only as its replacement but its local lifeguard!

Which brought the wandering Water-Type to her first shift serving as such.

“So...” Wanda asked. “How's this even work?”

“I. Well. You see.” The Vaporeon awkwardly cleared her throat.

“Bahari.” With a weary sigh, the Wartortle's head retracted back into the depths of her brown plated shell. As her stumpy little legs continued scurrying along Wanda rummaged about inside her own hammerspace.

POFFFFFF

Reaching into the gap where her head ought to have been Wanda produced a ruby red one piece swimsuit emblazoned with a white cross. “Do us both a favor and change before we get there. Bother to look the part. You know?”

The Vaporeon bashfully smiled as she took the offered uniform. She could always count on her bitty bestie to come fully prepared. “Enough about my plans!”

“You mean your lack thereof,” Wanda corrected her with a sassy snort.

Bahari rolled her eyes. “What about yours? What are those looking like?”

“If you must know,” Wanda hummed when she popped her head out. “Any proper pool needs a concession stand. Right?” The Wartortle bit down on her lips as her arms were sucked back into the interior of her torso. “If I'm going to be manning it...”

A muted Ice Beam trailed past her teeth, and snow flakes flit past her shoulders, when Wanda brandished ice trays in one hand and popsicle sticks in the other. “Wouldn't kill me to get creative.”

“There's my cutthroat little capitalist,” Bahari eeheed as she affectionately hip bumped her. “What flavors do I have to look forward to when I swing by on my lunch break?”

A subtle blush came to crease Wanda's cheeks at the unabashed encouragement. “Since you had to ask...”Heads tilted back, and jaws agape, Bahari and Wanda both gawked at their accommodations. Situated along the ocean, and leaning back into a mountainous sea wall, stood a sky scraping lifeguard tower. Conkeldurr and Machoke, sporting hard hats and reflective vests, could be seen milling about its wooden s and traversing the labyrinth of wooden walkways and scaffolding surrounding its sandy base.

“There she isssss! There's the main attraction!”

The Wartortle and Vaporeon popped their jaws back into place when a voice, distorted and echoing, called out to them. Whirling their heads this way and that they perked to attention when an Araquanid approached.

“Who? Me?” Bahari blurted out with a blush upon the lanky spider's approach.

“Who else?” Sextet of arms spread out to his sides, and head enveloped in a helmet-sized bead of water, the Araquanid introduced himself with a bow. “Thank you again for your assistance, Miss Bahari! I don't know what we would do without you! What with the public pool being in the sad and sorry state that it is.”

“D-d-don't mention it!” the Vaporeon said with a bow of her head while she puffed out her chest.

Snaggle teeth peeking out from between her lips, and brows cocked, Wanda suspiciously side-eyed Bahari as beads of sweat congealed upon her.

“Seriously,” Bahari mumbled through clenched teeth.

The bureaucratic bug, blissfully unaware, happily clacked together his mandibles. “Truth be told we already have quite the crowd forming up above! It takes a special sort of someone to make waves in our sleepy little Cabo Poco,” he beamed.

“O-o-oh! You're too kind...” Bahari trailed off as blank after blank lodged itself upon her tongue while she tried, and failed, to recall the Araquanid's name.

“...Antony,” he said with a knowing smirk. Clad in collared shirt lined thick with gel packs, and an unzipped wet suit hanging from his shoulders, the Bug-Type softly chuckled. “I'll be serving as the liaison between yourself the Cabo Poco Department of Parks and Recreation.” Arms tucked behind his back he cocked his head and locked gazes with the waist-high Wartortle. “I take it you must be Miss Wanda? Miss Bahari informed me that I ought to expect a special someone accompanying her!”

“The one and only,” Wanda limply waved back. “So,” she said as her hands came to rest upon her hips. “Where do I set up shop?”

Swiveling about in place on his cloven and chitin clad feet, Antony gestured towards the tippy top of the towering sea wall lined thick with palm trees.

Wanda's eyes went wide. “That's. Not. So...”

The spider then motioned to the breakneck set of stairs, ringed around the lifeguard tower, leading up to it.

“Bad,” the Wartortle grimaced.

“You're the one who wanted to get your exercise in,” Bahari snickered as she gently slapped her tail against her best friend's back “Don't sweat it. I'll give ya a lift.”

“Thank youuuuuuu,” Wanda whispered under her breath.

Bahari flashed a toothy smile. “What about me? Anything I ought to know ahead of time?” she asked Antony.

The Araquanid shook his bubble clad head side to side. “Not that I can think of, Miss Bahari. City personnel stand at the ready to clear the pool, as it were, in anticipation of your mandated breaks throughout the day!”

“You love to hear it,” the Vaporeon boasted. Tilting her head back once more, braids brushing against her neck, Bahari whewed at the vertigo inducing size of her station. “We're just waiting on me then. Huh?”

“I am by no means attempting to rush you but...” Antony laughed. “The only one who can christen the grand opening of the Cabo Poco Overflow Pool is yours truly!”

“Best not keep those fine folks up there waiting then!” Bahari said with a smile. Turning towards the open ocean she thumbed at the shoulder straps of her one piece swimsuit. The cloth, snug and secure, showed no signs of strain. “Back in a bit!” she called out before wading into the surf.

GLOOOOOOOOOOOOORP

Bahari's silhouette wavered as she strode out towards the rising sun. Her arms hung limply at her sides while her thoughts emptied. What restraint she always consciously, and unconsciously, maintained washed away in the waves. Eyes drooping shut she simply allowed herself to feel. To feel her thickening fingers and toes bunch up against one another. Feel her thunderous thighs chafe and clap together. Feel her tail, overinflated fat and thick, tug at the base of her spine. Feel her forearms, and biceps, balloon with both plush and power. Feel her breasts knead and glorp together as her skin tight swimsuit contoured to every curve. Feel her stomach, and love handles, spill over her waist as her clothing came to emphasize every fold of flab. Feel her lips, plump and heavy, pinch together as she smiled.

BWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMPH

Wanda's ears drooped in disbelief while she watched the ocean itself draw towards Bahari. The tidal forces that governed the seaside simply ceased to be as water unending, white capped and frothing, swirled about her.

THOOOOOOOOOOOOM

Bahari incessantly swelled up and out. Her already thick form, bottom heavy and bootylicious, became all the more exaggerated. The Vaporeon continued to lumber out towards the horizon.

THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

With every tectonic footfall, fissures erupted out from beneath the Vaporeon's fattening feet. Wheresoever she tread the sand was drained bone dry.

THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

The Wartortle rubbed at her eyes as Bahari's shadow came to swallow the whole of the coastline. Arceus above. It was almost as if wherever the Vaporeon walked the ocean itself retreated from her. Yet... Wanda knew that couldn't be the case. The simple truth was that Bahari was absorbing so much water, and so quickly, that the sea itself simply ceased to be wherever she stepped.

THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

Every tectonic clap of Bahari's butt cheeks pelted Wanda and Antony with displaced sand and shells.

THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

The otherwise unremarkable, if not imperceptible, sound of the Vaporeon's braids clapping against her back cracked the sky like peals of thunder.

SLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORSH

Bahari bent over at the waist. As her breasts hung heavily from her chest, hypnotically swaying to and fro, deafening sloshes roared across the expanse. An unrecognizable baritone, vaguely feminine in pitch, exploded out from between the fox's lips when she curiously hum hum hummed. Daintily did she pluck up a string of tethered together buoys from the parched dunes lining the bottom of emptied ocean.

THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

Bahari advanced back towards the beach. Tying the buoys round her neck, their oblong forms bobbing atop her island sized extremities, the Vaporeon wiggled with glee upon equipping her impromptu accessory.

THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

Titanic toes, bunched together so thickly that not even light could pierce the gap between them, slammed down before the Wartortle and Araquanid. Wanda struggled to stay standing as ripples of energy coursed through the sand beneath her feet. Gritting her teeth she grunted at the sight of those digits, more than capable of smothering entire city blocks beneath them, playfully twiddling in place before her.

THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

An upturned palm crashed to the sand alongside them.

“Going up?” Bahari playfully inquired.

Wanda vibrated in place as every spoken syllable pounded into her with the force of a Sonic Boom. Head half-retracted into her shell, the Wartortle shuddered while she used the wrinkles in Bahari's fingers as footholds. “Easy there, Exploud!”

“Sorry,” the Vaporeon apologetically mumbled. “This better?” she asked after lowering her voice to a window rattling whisper.

“Much,” Antony confirmed when he settled into the creases of the giantess' palm alongside Wanda. “Ready when you are, Miss Bahari!”

FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

A rush of air flattened the Wartortle and Araquanid into Bahari's grasp as she protectively cupped her hands together. Trapped in near total darkness the diminutive Water-Types found themselves pinched in place by the Vaporeon's faintest folds of flesh. When the loomy lifeguard rose to a stand-

"UWAHHHH!"

Wanda and Antony yelped when they felt themselves flattening into the Vaporeon's plush palm by the acceleration of her ascent. Tears beading along their eyes they shrieked... until the puffy plane of flesh came to an abrupt halt.

BLORP

The pair of Pokémon, however, did not. Flung up into the air the duo yelped when inertia carried them ever higher and higher only to slap into the bloated fingers protectively wrapped around them like the bars of a cage. Bahari's puffy palm wiggled and jiggled like a water bed when Wanda and Antony painfully flopped back down upon it.

"We've arrived at our destination!" sang the thick fox. "Don't forget to leave your Ubers driver a revieeeeeeeewwww-" Bahari clicked her tongue when she pulled apart her hands only to be greeted by the sight of her disoriented and disheveled engers. "Eughhhhhhh boy. Well. This is why I'm a diver and not a driver," the Eeveelution weakly ehehed.

"Zero stars," Wanda shouted. “Negative stars even!”

Cheek puffed out, Bahari extended her free hand's index finger. As she swished it in place, soothing and sparkling bubbles came to condense upon the tip of her doughy digit. The slow and steady rotation caused the frothing mass to distend and elongate into hollowed out rings. “Would you be willing to reconsider?” the Vaporeon weakly laughed before lobbing rapid fire casts of Aqua Ring at her engers.

The Wartortle harrumphed when the effervescent bubbles gently crashed into her and peeled away every ache that assailed her. Antony, many arms propping him up, acked when the massive bead of water wrapped around his head overflowed with bubbles.

“No,” Wanda groaned.

A disappointed, and thunderous, pbbbbt bellowed free from the Vaporeon's lips when she blew a raspberry.

THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

Bahari let the back of her hand come to rest against one of the many scenic vistas overlooking the sea wall. “You'd really rather walk up here?” she pouted.

Stumbling to her feet, Wanda struggled to steady herself. “I could use the exercise,” couched the wobbling Water-Type. Reaching out to one of Antony's many hands she helped the Araquanid rise to a stand.

Finned ears drooping flat, Bahari pursed her lips and harrumphed. Tilting her hand to the side she gently emptied her engers onto the flower and Berry filled overlook.

“Don't be like that,” Wanda sighed. Struggling to see, or be seen, over the tall grasses the Wartortle bashfully grumbled when Antony took her hand back into his own so as to guide her.

“I will be like that!” whined Bahari. “You don't let me do anything for you!”

Eyes squinted shut, Antony quietly endured the back and forth between the wildly size-mismatched friends.

Wanda's feathery ears, the only parts of her visible above the thickets of flora, wobbled to and fro. "You don't need to!"

"But I want to!"

"Fine!" the Wartortle blurted out. "How's this then?” Wanda sheepishly scritched at her cheek with her free hand. “With how many calories I'll be burning off trudging up and down and all around this place... I s'pose that'll cancel out a single serving of your cooking.”

“Meaning?” asked the Vaporeon.

“Meaninggggggggggggggg,” Wanda trailed off. “Maybe. I. Could. Be. Persuaded. To-”

Hands mooshed against her cheeks, and eyes twinkling, a sincere smile spread wide across Bahari's massive mug. “I knew it. I knew you'd cave.”

“Shaddup,” Wanda bashfully mumbled as Antony led her out onto a beaten path. Swallowed up by Bahari's shadow, the big breasted behemoth all but eclipsing the rising sun, the Wartortle smirked at the kaleidoscope of colors being filtered through the Vaporeon's water-filled form.

“Forgive my eavesdropping,” the Araquanid interrupted with an ahem. “And never would I ever discourage you from buttressing your bonds with one another buttttttttt...”

“Right,” Bahari coughed.

“Yeah,” Wanda urfed when she tugged her hand free from Antony's inviting grasp.

Many arms tucked behind his back, the Bug-Type chuckled. With a nod of his head he gestured to where the sky-scraper sized lifeguard tower backed up against the sea wall. Ramps, lined with fences, led up from the vista the tower was backed into and stretched up alongside the arms of what would be Bahari's seat. As the trio's eyes followed the gently sloping ramps, and the paths they emptied out onto, they became cognizant of the gathered crowd. Throngs of Pokemon, clad in swim wear and sporting floats of every shape in size, impatiently idled before a shuttered stand at the base of the hill.

Wanda's cloudy tail eagerly wigged and wagged behind her. “See you there?” she called up to Bahari.

“I better,” boomed the giantess. Crossing her arms about her chest, breasts noisily sloshing as she did so, the Vaporeon strut her stuff as she lumbered towards her awaiting audience.

THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

Indistinct chatter, and grumbles, quickly gave way to cheers at the larger than life...guard's approach.

“Hey now,” Bahari thunderously tutted at the stray cat calls wafting her way as Pokemon gathered along the edge of the vista. Eyes half-lidded, and slapping her hands against her hips, she moseyed up to the lifeguard tower and sat herself upon it.

GRNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

Only to wince when the structure ominously creaked beneath her. As her shape-shifting thighs effortlessly molded around the arms of her chair, all but overflowing it, the Vaporeon-

“EEEEEEEEEP!”

Yelped when she felt the whole of the tower tremble and shift in place. Beads of sweat collected upon her brow when her station not so slowly sank into the sand. Forcing down a nervous swallow, and eyes frantically swishing back and forth in their sockets, Bahari held her breath as she settled in place. She muttered a profane prayer as her apocalyptically fat ass slowly spread across the ramps

Only for rapturous, if not terrifying, applause to rise from the crowd in response.

“Y-y-you like that, huh?” Bahari stammered as she improvised off of the near accident. Chin tucked against her shoulder, and flashing a toothy grin, the wumbo Water-Type's confidence soared as she became the center of attention. “Well you'll love this.”

Clenched fist cupped close to her maw, Bahari cleared her throat. “The one, the only, Cabo Poco Overflow Pool is officially opennnnnnnnnnnnnnn!”A close-enough chorus, interspersed by desperate pleas to wait, sounded out while Pokemon continued leaping off the ramps leading into the pair of pools jutting from the Vaporeon's chest.

“Last call!” Bahari's booming baritone teased. Foam gathered along the edges of the Water-Type's swimsuit. Waves, capped with white bands of bubbles, churned and softly lapped against the dozens of swimmers floating within her cleavage.

The Vaporeon's eyes, a striking aquamarine in color surrounded by pitch black sclera, swished to and fro across the crowd. “That's that then!” Bahari declared as, with a pap of her palms, she slapped at the arm rests of her life guard tower. Enormous wooden sheets rattled free from within them and slammed down onto the ramps. Entry, and exit, into Bahari's bust had been locked down.

Arms tossed back behind her, and resting against the top of her chair, Bahari couldn't help but smile. “Everybody ready?”

Approving roars, shouts, and growls rose from the swarm of Pokemon clinging close to their various floaties.

“Let's get this wave pool Roggenrollin' then!” Bahari heeheed. Slowly, carefully, did she roll her shoulders. Subtly did her breasts rise and fall, and with them, did her attentive audience. Excited murmurs washed over the crowd while they slowly acclimated to the waves they bobbed upon.

Leaning to one side, than the other, Bahari began to layer together multiple movements. As her boobs began to bounce in place, and against one another, the waves amplified in intensity. Screams of delight and laughter filled the air when Pokemon found themselves launched up into the air for the briefest of moments.

“You ain't seen nothin' yet!” the Vaporeon taunted before bunching her biceps against her chest. Lips peeled back into a toothy smile, and laughing right alongside the crowd, Bahari sent her tiny patrons wildly whipping to and fro. Riptides and whirlpools whorled about her bosom that sent swimmers bouncing against the buoys and each other.

Though it all an otherworldly surface tension kept the liquid confined to Bahari's curves. Such was her command of the water within her that not a single droplet, not a single spray, slipped free.

"WOAHHHHH!"

Carried down into the Vaporeon's cleavage by roaring waterfalls the gobsmacked patrons shrieked in surprise. No sooner did they crash down between Bahari's titanic titties did geysers of water send them splashing and crashing up and out of them.

“...So concludes our ride!” the Vaporeon decreed. As soon as she felt the energy in the air turn anxious she relented. The waves churning about Bahari's chest grew still and the surface of her breasts became smoother than glass. “How we feeling gang?” she asked.

Relieved laughs, and emphatic exhales, answered her as the gathered Pokemon flopped back on their floaties.

“We'll see about setting up another round of this a few hours from now,” she hum hum hummed. Thunderous clatters sounded out when Bahari popped the great gates impeding the ramps back into the arms of her lifeguard tower. “For now though! It's back to open swim!”Chin tucked against her neck, and one eye creaked open, the Vaporeon contentedly chuckled while she watched a Kirlia uneasily tiptoe up towards the edge of a ramp that emptied into her Olympic pool sized cleavage. Swim ring wrapped around their waist, the plastic flotation device fashioned after an Ekans biting its own tail, the shivering Psychic and Fairy-Type nevertheless hesitated. The fathomless depths that churned about Bahari's bust, deepest darkest cerulean in color, gave them cause for pause.

“There's nothing wrong with taking your time,” Bahari gently boomed down at them. “You don't have to take the plunge if you don't want to!”

“...!” Shoulders bunched, the Kirlia wilted at the unwanted outpouring of attention. “I. Uhm. Sorry,” they whined.

“Don't be!” Bahari reassured them with a smile. “There's nothing wrong with bein' nervous.” Head tilted to the side, and fins fanned out, the Vaporeon playfully hum hum hummhed. “Say. Do you want to do me a favor?”

“Hwhuh?”

Tail lazily flopping behind her, its engorged form trailing down along the back of her life guard tower, Bahari stifled a giggle. At her unspoken command a torrent of bubbles came to wreathe the edge of the ramp. “Dip your toes in. That's all!”

“Ooooooookay?” the Kirlia shyly acquiesced. Lowering themselves onto the edge of the ramp they daintily let their stumpy legs come to dangle in the foam filled waters. To their surprise the bundled and bunched up raft of air all but shoved their limbs right back out.

To Bahari's unabashed delight she wordlessly watched on while the timid Kirlia continued to, unprompted at that, enthusiastically poke and prod and the safety net the Vaporeon had conjured for them. The Psychic and Fairy-Type dipped their whole legs into the wobbling water. Then-

SPLISHHHHHHHHHHH

Their whole body. The androgynous Pokemon, with a laugh, threw themselves into the depths when it became clear they had nothing to fear. They barely dipped beneath the surface as a raft of buoyant bubbles protectively clung to them.

“Feeling any better?” Bahari asked as the Kirlia paddled about. A self-satisfied, and proud, blush came to crease her cheeks at the petite little Pokemon's excited nods. “Great! Enjoy your stay!”

“O-o-okay!” the Kirlia smiled back.

Twiddling her fingers, the voluminous Vaporeon bid the Psychic-Type off with a wave. Leaning back into her chair, braids brushing against her neck, Bahari turned her undivided attention back to the swarm of swimmers churning about her cleavage.

BWOOOMP

“Hey! Hey hey hey hey hey!” Bahari barked as her attention promptly became divided between distractions. A Druddigon, their head plated with ruby red scales, meeped while they not so subtly drifted beyond the ring of buoys draped across the edges of Bahari's breasts. Reaching forward the Vaporeon pinched her fat fingers against the spiny nape of the Dragon-Type's neck.

“No swimming in the deep end,” the giantess growled. With a wave of her free hand Bahari gestured to the improvised necklace wrapped around her city-block smothering cleavage. Quite pointedly did it block off access to the ruby shores, comprised of cloth, that enveloped her chest. She dared not risk any swimmers treading along her outrageous curves this many stories up.

BWUMPPPPPPPPPPP

Or getting frisky with the mega massive, and sensitive, nipples jutting from them.

The Druddigon didn't even pretend to plead his innocence as his eyes darted back and forth between Bahari's glowering gaze and her ample assets. His leaf-like wings drooped behind him while he tapped his clawed fingers together with a sheepish laugh.

“I think you've had your fill,” Bahari mumbled with her eyes half-lidded. Upon depositing him back on dry land with a huff she sent him flying with a flick of her finger.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Wanda whistled aloud while she watched the Dragon-Type disappear over the horizon. “That's how many now?” the Wartortle's welcome voice playfully sassed over the fading yelps of the Druddigon.

“Too many,” the Vaporeon snorted back. Cheek puffed out she couldn't help but smirk at the itty bitty Wartortle waddling her way up the ramp towards her. “How's business?”

“Booming!” Wanda cackled. “With how my Ice Beam popsicles are all but flying out of my hands it got me to thinking...

Fins fwipping to attention, Bahari offered the Wartortle an ear.

Wanda clapped her clawed hands together. “If you ever felt so inclined...”

“Mmmhmmm?” Instinctively, absentmindedly even, did Bahari attune herself to stray swimmers that had started treading water. As their heads sank beneath her blubbery curves, and liquid came to fill their lungs, she unthinkingly enveloped them with a raft of bubbles that sent them skyrocketing to the surface. Thankful wheezes, and gasps for air, sounded out while the Vaporeon listened intently to her speck sized schemer.

“I was thinkiiiiiiiing... we could start offering, start selling, some of your home cooking!” Hands held out before her, and playfully pew pewing frost caked finger guns at the giantess, Wanda snickered. “That stuff is nigh on addictive! We'd make a killing!”

Bahari immediately responded with a limp shrug. “Nah.”

“Whuh. Nah? Whaddaya mean nah?!”

The Vaporeon pursed her lips and shrugged once more. “It means what it means. Nah!”

“Bahari.”

Again did Bahari shrug her shoulders. Shouts of surprise, and glee, rose from the Vaporeon's titty pool turned tidal pool while swimmers bobbed along the waves.

Wanda's feathered ears fell flat and draped along the back of her head. “I'm just saying.”

“Yeah? And?” Bahari snooted. “So am I! My cooking stays special and that's that!”

Jaw hanging slack, the Wartortle dragged out a defeated exhale. “It'd do wonders for our budget.”

“Like we need it now that we got this!” Bahari teased. Shuffling in her seat, the Vaporeon's breasts she playfully bounced them in place. “Kick up your feet. Stay a while. Relax why doncha!” Leaning to her side, boobs molding around and spilling over the ramp, the Vaporeon beckoned her buddy to take a dip and wash her worries away.

“I should. Get back to... work,” Wanda mumbled. “Stretched my legs enough as it is on my break.”

“...Oh. A-a-alright.” Lips pulled flat, Bahari reluctantly sent her bitty bestie off with a wave.

Wanda, unenthused, weakly reciprocated the gesture. Little legs scurrying as fast as they could the Wartortle raced back down the ramp and towards her concession stand.

Sliding down in her chair, her back practically parallel to her seat, Bahari flared her nostrils and sadly sighed. “Hate how you hustle so much,” she whined under her breath.

Reverent oohs and ahhs slipped free from the crowd when they found themselves sluicing between the Vaporeon's cavernous cleavage. Rising walls of water, shimmering in the sun, towered above them as they hypnotically wobbled to and fro.

“I'm good for rent! I'm good for this! Just...” the Vaporeon quietly complained as her heels cleaved through the sand. Torrents of salt water rushed into the freshly carved canals and splashed against Bahari's soles. "Just wish you'd let me help. In my own way."FWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET

Whistle pinched between his mandibles, Antony let slip a shrill and piercing cry. “Empty out everyone! The Overflow Pool, and its owner, are temporarily closing for a much needed break!”

A synchronized groan washed over the partially submerged crowd.

“Ah ah ah!” tutted the Araquanid. “Miss Bahari deserves to rest and relax just as much as the rest of us! The Overflow Pool will reopen come the top of the hour!”

Grumble grimbles and ramble grambles filled the air as countless Pokemon grudgingly emptied the pool.

Tapping his cloven foot along the edge of a ramp, Antony fweeted his whistle once more for emphasis. Many arms flailing before him he pointed towards the stray swimmers purposefully idling alongside the string of buoys.

“Relax, Antony,” Bahari reassured him with a raspberry. “I can handle these hangers on myself.”

“If you're sure, Miss Bahari.”

“Positive,” she snarked back. Hand cupped against her cheek, Bahari couldn't help but roll her eyes at the seemingly gravitational pull that her off-limits extremities had over the more problematic patrons. She motioned to the Araquanid with a swish of her head. “Say, Antony. Wanna do me a favor?”

“Yes, Miss Bahari?” the lanky spider curiously inquired.

“Why don't you run ahead and warn Wanda for me? I've been-”

BWOOOMP

Over the course of the Vaporeon's conversation with the Araquanid her hangers on had breached the buoy barrier. Tail wildly whipping behind her, and finned ears fanning out, Bahari clamped her legs together when she felt them bumping up against her the curvature of cleavage. As they dived beneath the contours of her stretched taut swimsuit and drifted ever closer towards the very boundaries of her breasts...

BABABWOOOOOMPH

They waded against oh so sensitive currents and purposefully bumped into her nipples. Which sent their engorged forms tenting to attention.

“I-I-I've been dying to give her treats a try and I uhhh...” The Vaporeon clapped her hands against the sides of her muffintop and thrummed her fingers along it for emphasis. “Well. You know. Big girls and big appetites and all.”

“...I'll see what kind of serving sizes she can feasibly accommodate,” Antony weakly ehehed before scurrying off.

Lips peeled back into a subtle smile, Bahari side-eyed the spider. Only after he had vanished from her vision did she turn her attention back to the last of the loiterers. They had pressed their luck too far for too long.

“You have my thanks you know,” Bahari menacingly boomed when the giggling gaggle came up for air. Her hand, gently balled up into a fist, knocked against her cheek. “It's not too often I get to make examples out of folks who ought to know better.”

The trio of tresers, comprised of a Furret, a Thievul, and a Lopunny, scattered at the callout.

DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

Fingers splayed, Bahari reached out for the the swimmers. As the Vaporeon's fingers churned through her own aqueous body, the rip tides roaring through her digits dragging back the Normal-Types, they reciprocated by picking up the pace. Paddling with all they had they scattered apart.

“Oh fer.” Brows furrowed, the Water-Type roughly slapped a broad and puffy palm against the slowest of the stragglers. The unlucky Thievul, stunned senseless, was sent spiraling down into her depths. Tumbling in place, and hopelessly disoriented, their ears popped when Bahari roughly scooped them up. The fox's fur matted to them like a second skin when they breached the open air.

“Nice to eat you! I mean meet you,” guffawed a feminine baritone.

“Hongh...”

Bahari narrowed her gaze as she brought her palm before her. She'd pick off the others soon enough. Eyes half-lidded, and brows cocked, the Vaporeon parted her jaws and let her tongue loll out. “Oop. Did I say that out loud?” the Water-Type rumbled. Every syllable spoken sent sprays of water droplets flying free from the shivering fox. “Slip of the tongue,” Bahari cooed.

“Wait wait wait!” yelped the Thievul. “This is against the rules!”

Dragging said tongue along her lips the Water-Type exaggeratedly slurped. “So? You know better than to go bongoing at my breasts. An' I know better, hells I'm being paid, to save not savor you! But... but but but...” the Vaporeon trailed off a heady exhale. “Since I've gone ahead and excused your lapse in judgment you'll just have to go ahead and look past mine...”

“W-w-woah now. Hey. Let's-” the toned fox stammered before-

NOMPH

Before he was unceremoniously popped into Bahari's parted maw. Tilting back her head, streams of saliva sluicing along her gums, the Vaporeon contentedly ahhhhed as the Thievul slid down her curled tongue like it was a water slide. Racing down her esophagus at warp speeds the Normal-Type's screams echoed within her throat for all of an instant-

SPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH

Before giving way to panicked gurgles. Wildly whirling about in place the Thievul struggled to orient himself. So preoccupied was he with the the worrisome and watery world he found himself in that he paid little mind or notice to the blanket of bubbles slowly coming to coat his limbs.

“HRMPH?!” Blinking repeatedly, the Thievul turned towards the warm rays of refracted sunlight dancing within the Vaporeon's stomach. Filtered through Bahari's swimsuit, muted and red, the light bathed the Normal-Type in a menacing glow. Cheeks straining, and throat locked up, he frantically kicked his legs and rocketed himself upwards. Towards the gap in her clothing. Towards the gap in her cleavage.

HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Yet it was not to be. Eyes gone wide, and ears perked to attention, the Thievul fearfully emptied his lungs when the blanket of bubbles overtook him. The whole of his body came to be enveloped by beads of air as Water Absorb took hold. Frozen in place the vulpine silhouette aimlessly bobbed about... before disappearing in another furious hiss of bubbles.

URRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP

Cheeks puffed out, and lips pinched shut, Bahari stifled a an ear drum exploding eruption. With a contended sigh a satisfying weight settled into her gut. “Not quite what I had in mind for lunch,” she urfed. The Vaporeon tucked her hands behind her head as her fat ass, and thighs, ominously bunched up against the creaking arms of her lifeguard tower. “But I'm not complaining.”

“HOLY SHINX!” wailed the Lopunny.

“Do I even bother chasing after you idiots?” Bahari groused to no one in particular. “I've already made my point. Then again...” she hrmmmed.

SPLOOOOOOOOOOSH

The Lopunny and Furret found themselves forced back to the surface with a yelp. Foamy bubbles, heavy and strength-sapping, gathered around them.

“I've always loved playing with my food,” she eheeheed.“My sincerest apologies, Miss Bahari,” Antony offered with a bow. “I was hoping to ban them on the spot but they up and vanished without a trace!”

“A real shame that,” Bahari mumbled in between slurps. The Furret and Lopunny, bunched up against their knees and trapped within undersized bubbles, wordlessly whined. Aimlessly did they drift about the Vaporeon's aqueous interior. Out of sight and out of mind.

“I do hope your shift was otherwise uneventful. Satisfying even! Cabo Poco has never had any particular claims to fame, nothing particularly desirable to draw in tourists, until now!”

“I know, I know. I'm sort of a big deal...” Bahari haughtily hummed.

“Today's turnout was record breaking!” the Araquanid excitedly exclaimed. “And with any luck tomorrow's, if not next weekend's, will be even more so! Provided of course that you...” Wringing his hands, the Araquanid not so subtly begged for Bahari to return.

As she soaked up the setting sun, the fiery orange orb dipping back beneath the ocean, a mountainous mash of syrup soaked ice sloshed between the Vaporeon's cheeks. Shamelessly did she suckle on Wanda's stock of frozen treats while she hummed and hawed. “Iunno...”

GLUUUUURK

Forcing down the melted together slurry of popsicles with a throat straining swallow, Bahari slumped down in her chair with a satisfied sigh. All while her captive, and unseen, audience silently screamed as they were devoured and disappeared by a bevvy of bubbles.

URRRRP

“'Scuse me,” Bahari urfed. Lip wavering, she grunted when hundreds of pounds of plush were abruptly added to her frame. Her swimming suit audibly groaned as her breasts strained and stretched it ever further. “Hrmmmmmm. Hmmmmmmmm!”

“OH PLEASE!” Dropping to his knees, Antony groveled in earnest.

Tossing her head side to side, braids swishing along with it, Bahari playfully dragged out her answer. “Oh I'm just teasin'!” the Vaporeon pbbted. “You know I'd love to!” Tapping her fingers together Bahari sheepishly ehehed. “J-j-just to clarify though. Am I getting paid-”

“Per shift,” the Araquanid clarified with a chuckle. “Though I'm sure this could turn into something salaried if this proves to be a persistent draw!”

Eyes twinkling, and biting down into her lower lip, Bahari happily wiggled in place.

“I'll be back with your payment shortly,” Antony chuckled. Ambling back down the ramp he warmly waved to Wanda while she trotted past. Before the Wartortle could a sass out a single syllable-

Bahari pinched Wanda's pint-sized form between her overinflated fingers and flung her between her billowing booba.

SPLOOOOOSH

“BAHARI!” the Wartortle sputtered as she came up for air.

The Vaporeon bunched her boobs together and kneaded the tiny turtle. “You've been on your feet all day. Relax.”

Brows pulled flat, Wanda rolled onto her back and grumped. “Fine.” Arms hanging limply at her sides, and cloudy tail dragging behind her, the Wartortle allowed herself to bob along her behemoth bestie's bosom. Her eyes slowly drooped shut when the hustle and bustle of it all finally caught up to her.

Bahari cracked a shy smile. After some time had ed, Wanda having been all but lulled to sleep by the roar of the surf and the Vaporeon's bobbing breasts, Bahari spoke up. “Sooooo. Have you thought about what you want for dinner?”

Wanda lazily harrumphed while she soaked up the warmth of the setting sun. “Nah.”

“...Nah? Whaddaya mean-”

The Wartortle quietly snickered to herself.

“Very cute,” Bahari mumbled with a roll of her eyes. “You don't get to complain when I surprise you then!”

“Do your worst,” Wanda happily shot back.

Bahari thoughtfully hummed while she watched the Wartortle let the wind and the waves carry her across the Vaporone's supple strait. “Can't the last time I saw you standing still and savoring the moment.”

“...What about it?”

“Nothing!” The Vaporeon insisted. “It's just. You know. Nice! Knowing you don't always have to hustle.”

"Bahari. Yes, I-"

"Not when you let me land a hand, I mean."

Eyes slowly peeling open, Wanda looked up to the darkening sky. Traces of the moon, faint and ethereal, bled through the atmosphere. “It is nice. Isn't it?”

A prolonged pause hung in the air. “Say... Wanda?”

“Hmm?”

“You're not still sore about earlier. Are you?”

“I'm... just saying,” the Wartortle tiredly repeated back to her. “Expanding my menu would blow the doors off that little side hustle of mine. It'd give us a cushion we don't have. That's all.”

Cheek puffed out, and fins drooped, the Vaporeon wordlessly grunted. “But. Then my cooking wouldn't be special. Then it wouldn't be just for you.”

A profuse blush, easily mistaken for a sunburn, came to crease Wanda's cheeks.

Tail flopping against the side of the looming lifeguard tower, Bahari hrmmed. “How about this then?”

“What about what?”

“Tonight can be extra EXTRA special!” Bahari teased. “I won't just cook for you! I'll teach ya too! You can watch me while I whip up something! That way...”

“I can still pad out my offerings!” Wanda exclaimed. “With my sad and sorry imitations anyway.”

“And that way-”

“That way your cooking stays... yours. Stays special,” Wanda finished for her. “Looking forward to it, Bahari.”

Chin tucked against her sternum, and teeth peeking out from between her lips, the pleasantly plump fox blepped her tongue. “You better! I've been scheming how to spoil you alllll day!”“Starting with this!” Bahari proudly presented. Reaching into her cleavage, she produced a rolled up wad of Pokedollars. "Told you I was good for it!"

Wanda, sitting on the sand and feet kicked out before her, casually soaked up the rising tides. Water sluiced off the Vaporeon's dwindling figure as she returned what she had soaked up back to the sea.

GLOOOOOOOOOORP

Most of it anyway.

“Bahari,” the Wartortle groused. Head tilted back she tried, and failed, to peer past her roommate's cartoonishly overinflated breasts.

“What?” the Vaporeon innocently inquired.

“You know damn well what,” Wanda spat. Stumpy arms held out before her she wildly gestured to the pronounced protrusions that eclipsed, if not dwarfed, her own timid turtle self in sheer size.

“Oh. That?” Bahari snorted.

“And those,” Wanda grumped as a pointed finger sank deep into the furless fox's chafing, and tree-trunk shaming, thighs.

“Was wondering where they'd end up,” the Vaporeon playfully tched. “Had a handful of perverts that needed putting in their place.”

“Where who would what what?! BAHARI.”

Bending over at the waist, her spine straining as her vast tracts of land came to brush against the beach, Bahari roughly tapped Wanda's noggin back into her shell.

POFFFFFFFFFF

Before stuffing her share of rent down the shadow soaked hole where the Wartortle's head had been. “Would you relax? I'll let them out eventually. Probably.”

Arms clapped against her hips, and a clawed foot impatiently tamping against the slushing sand, Wanda's headless form wearily sighed.

“Don't you being in such a huff the last time I did this,” Bahari smirked. Dragging herself forward she scooped up her roommate between her breasts.

“THAT. Was different,” Wanda shyly mumbled. Popping her head out her shell, she reluctantly made herself comfortable between Bahari's bountiful pillows. The Vaporeon had always, zealously at that, kept watch over her. Every creep and cretin that came the Wartortle's way. Every unprompted asshole, every cruel customer, every bastard boss that dared to drag down the Wartortle's day... Bahari always saw to it their first offense was also their last.

Wanda huffed. She had honestly lost track of how many repeat offenders had come to permanently pad out Bahari's ever expanding waistline.

Rising back to a stand with a wiggle, and jiggle, Bahari hum hum hummed. “Oh, I see. It's fine when I put your bullies, your catcallers, your stalkers in their place. But my own?”

“That's not what I said,” Wanda whined as she sank deeper and deeper into the thick fox's protective embrace. “They.” Steam wafted out from her feathered ears as the Vaporeon lumbered down the sunset kissed shoreline. “Look good on you.”

“Do they now?” Bahari heeheed.

Smoldering in embarrassment, the Wartortle huffed. “They always do.”

“Flatterer,” Bahari mumbled back with a blush.

Wanda's flustered thoughts got the better of her. “Think uhhh... think tomorrow's losers and loiterers will look any better?”

“Dunno!” Bahari shrugged. The Vaporeon nuzzled her chin into the top of Wanda's head as their apartment slowly crept into view. “Only one way to find out though!”

Wanda's nostrils flared as she, reluctantly, considered what bounds if any were in place on her best friend's appetite. And waistline. “...Guess I have no choice but to tag along. Again.”

“Girl don't give me that!” Bahari guffawed. “You were just scheming how to build out your menu! This is supposed to be my side hustle and here you are trying to make it your own!”

“I. You.” Wanda retracted into her shell with a blush. “Shoosh.”