It'd been years since my last visit to Unova. Half a decade? I have to admit, curiosity, it had me by the collar. Just how much bigger had Acapella gotten? I remembered her heavy, bloated curves, dangerously voluptuous figure, it had sat in my head for some time, a golden standard not too many other Gardevoir seemed to match. I've of course had seen many since our little meeting... But she the spark that kit the fuse... tried keeping up to date with my original muse, but her apparent shunning of the spotlight meant that eventually, her concerts shrunk to private audiences willing to make the trek to meet her
...and upon arriving at her so-familiar abode, I would see much more of Acapella than I ever thought possible
The road there provided brief foreshadowing as to what awaited me when I finally came face-to-face with Acapella again. Fluttering through the wind, caught in the branches of trees, set against the backdrop of a beautiful sunset illuminating clouds of glitter being blown on the wind, were several rubbery lengths of smooth, soft material of some sort... green and white, they were strewn about the countryside as if someone took a massive balloon and burst it in the sky...
Almost as if, I thought...
By the time I had arrived at the former residence of my dear muse, I was greeted by a sight that, I'm ashamed to say, didn't help me to further put two and two together. Where her home, well, and several yards of surrounding land once were, say nothing more than a crater
It was only when I asked around town that I learned what became of my beloved, big-bootied bimbo
Left to her own devices, and surrounded by nothing short of bottomless adoration, Acapella descended to depths of gluttony almost nearly as thick, overwhelming, and all-consuming as the oh-so covered meat on her thighs
If I had thought they were massive before, I was apparently mistaken. Fattened far into the depths of immobility, Acapella's ass had apparently grown so massive that standing eventually grew impossible, the sheer amount of ass she had accumulated by that point forcing her into a permanent sitting position that gradually pushed her feet upwards, in a somewhat "spread-eagle" formation. Swelling out from behind her, it seemed like Acapella would grow eternally without limit, until...
Well, a devoted fan had heard of recipes. Bitter, but... useful recipes for helping ladies like Acapella pack on a few
The recipe, calling for two teaspoons of Full Incense was eyeballed somewhat, and-
It's best to just say the effects
All was proceeding as normal, as Acapella gave another one of her coveted "private shows."
Singing with the voice of an angel, her beautiful, bellowing voice bringing her plumped, pumped lips to vibrate as she held every note to perfection, taking time to tease her loyal admirers with slaps, gropes, one hell of a show, to see her that big, it must have been...
....but then, suddenly, something grew amiss. The night had barely began, as Acapella neared the end of an opera she had composed herself, a beautiful solo about her journey, from thin to thick, from fat to enormous...
Just as she neared the final crescendo, said by her to represent her boundless size, the sexiest alive, her reaching the pinnacle and not only willing to wear the crown, but to rise above, and ascend to levels of gluttony never seen before...
When suddenly, her voice began rising, like a tea kettle almost, eyes darting downwards to watch as her ass began bloating outwards at an alarming rate, pushing her head into her body like a cork being forced into a soda bottle, and made to shake...
Muffled by the sounds of her own growth, all that could be heard of Acapella's beautiful ballad was a sustained, squealing note screaming out from her the slight reminders that she wasn't anything more than a giant, seizing ass loosely covered by a dress continued to vanish out of view
Almost in an act of divine irony, Acapella burst. Luckily, learning Explosion is nothing new for a Pokemon, but unfortunately, it's nothing ordinary for a Gardevoir
As the dust settled, the ones caught in the blast came upon Acapella... or well, a pile of glitter with some seriously sexy eyes
Yep, looks like Acapella's stuck like that. Animate pile of pretty little sand. My muse's booty burst.L, an it looks like it'll be a while before the Pokecenter can get her back up and shakin' it like she used to.
So if you're ever in the neighborhood, and can afford a visit, please chip in and help with the Acapella recovery fund, to help her get back into shape, for all of us.
...and so I can actually catch a glimpse of that booty blowing this time.