Wi Would Like To Gain

ostensibly NSFW WG/fats/kink blog for Will and Wicke from Pokemon. if you're asking a question for a muse, note who you're asking

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“Greetings!”  “Welcome.” “Take a seat, relax yourselves...” “Have a snack if you must!”  “For the show...” “...is starting rather soon!” Will and Wicke have been unlocked!

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Story from the past.

Wickes first ever experience with ultra beast.

"Don't be such a worrywart Wicke, we've been over the numbers countless times. There's no way this can go wrong."

Aether President Lusamine was cool and calm, and, by extension, so was Wicke. Despite the assistant branch manager's nerves trying to find a way to frazzle her, she could always rely on her president to smooth out all those wrinkles. Even if she wasn't quite sure trying to break through into another universe was a very good idea, like... at all, Wicke clung to every honeyed word that Lusamine offered. After all, in the end, she had a way of always being right!

"...yeah, screw that. I'll be in another room watching you guys get rendered into metaplasmic... goo or whatever." Speaking of always, there was also Faba, who was always taking a much more pessimistic tack. "Someone's got to remain alive. Foundation isn't quite self-sufficient enough to keep running without a head, after all." As his words implied, the scientist was on his way out the door, offering a small wave back to the three working on the wormhole projector. "Of course, if this doesn't end up a mess... you gotta say hey to the aliens for me."

The other man in the room, a well-built blond with sleeves rolled up as he tinkered with the projector, let out a laugh. "Aliens, pokémon, humans from another universe... I'll be sure to write your name on the gift baskets, Faba. Say it's from all of us." Faba offered a wink, a finger gun, and a click of the tongue back to Mohn before the bespectacled scientist shut the door, locking the three remaining scientists in the white, empty room. It almost looked like an auditorium, with incredibly high ceilings and a persistent echo added to every sound.

After all, when you're gonna make a wormhole, might as well have as much room as possible... but you gotta keep it inside. Interpol probably wouldn't be too happy if they found out about any idle wormholery.

Wicke stood off to the side, clutching a clipboard that she poured over, again and again, checking and rechecking all the calculations in her head. It all seemed to make sense, sure, and earlier testing of the projector didn't indicate any excessive risks, but...

The projector began to whir as blue lights began to glow along the sides of the machine. Mohn let out a satisfied laugh, lightly whacking the side of it with his hand. "Aha! Working like a dream. Lusa?"

The tall, blonde scientist opposite Wicke and Mohn smirked as she flicked a switch on a small console connected to the projector via thick, bundled wires. "All readings are satisfactory, dear. No overheat, no interference, no distethering... I think this is it!"

All three of the scientist's hearts raced. Wicke was nervous, Mohn was excited, and Lusamine was ready to show why she was the president of Aether. To think, all of this came to her in some weird, vivid dream, visions of alien landscapes and people from adjacent realities...

Against the flat white wall of the projector bay, a small blue circle began to flicker, spinning as it seemed to grow. Floating just above the wall, it defied gravity, a ring of light hanging plainly in the air. This was as far as they had gotten before, but, as Lusamine began to push a lever up, she grinned. This was far more than just a test.

The projector grew louder, and the point of light from its 'lens' seemed to grow ever brighter. So much so that Mohn and Wicke recoiled, shielding their eyes, but Lusamine was just getting started, throwing another lever with a loud ka-chunk. "Throwing off the actuality burners!" she called out to the two.

Around now was when Mohn started getting the same creeping feeling of dread that Wicke had earlier. Although this is what he wanted, it really was... something was off. As the blue ring grew in size, glowing cracks seemed to emerge from behind it, spidering out through the air.

"Uhh... honey? Lusa? What's up with the readings, what do they look like?" These pleas fell on deaf ears, as Lusamine was no longer looking at the readings (which were starting to wobble unpredictably, a sign that would have been alarming). Instead, Lusamine was transfixed by the glowing portal, which was growing larger and larger.

A low rumble began to emit from the portal, and the floor began to shake. Hell, the entire room shook, and the projector seemed to start vibrating, shooting off all kinds of concerning noises. Wicke, who was less focused on the wormhole and more focused on survival, began to step backwards, fear welling into her eyes that caused any verbalizations of concern to get clogged in her throat.

And then... first contact.

Something white and translucent began to snake its way out of the sides of the portal, what resembled white... tendrils... tentacles probed the sides, seemingly testing the air. About this time was when a panicked voice called out over the intercom, a woman's voice.

"Shut that god damn thing off!" It was Burnet, one of Lusamine's fellow scientists that offered to help, albeit from afar. Immediately following that was Faba's voice, likewise freaking the fuck out.

"Lusamine! Lusamine!! What the... what the hell is that?!"

Seemingly spreading the sides of the wormhole, causing the cracks in space itself to widen, was what appeared to be the origin of the white tendrils. A... head, maybe, resembling a cross between a white sun hat and the clear bell of a jellyfish poked its head out. Despite its lack of eyes, or even a face, everyone knew it was staring directly at Mohn, who was the closest to the portal.

As Wicke tripped, sprawling backwards onto her ass, and Lusamine watched, almost in a trance, the creature lurched forward, screeching in an otherworldly wail.

The last thing anyone saw before the flash of the wormhole collapsing was Mohn entangled, the beast attempting to latch onto him... and then nothing at all.

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Wicke, how would you react to someone offering themselves up to you as a willing meal? Because if you're fine with it, I'd love to do just that~

"Willi- willing? Ohh, hmmm! I suppose if it's entirely your choice... no coercion involved... it is about lunch time..."

[omnipointcodex]

Send “Story from the Past” for a short drabble that took place sometime in my muse’s past

Feel free to specify a specific moment if you know about it

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"If there was any Ultra Beast research of that nature, would someone not from the Aether Foundation be able to volunteer?" A young brunette looks up at Wicke, biting her lip a bit at the thought of helping out. (newbietrainer)

"...hhff, no comment... anhhh, geez, uh..." The researcher looked at the girl in front of her, thinking for a moment as the tips of her fingers stroked the side of her twitching gut.

"...hhhh, maybe. Maybe!"

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Will have you ever met a woman named Lorelai?

"Aha, of course! Lorelei was who I replaced! A very elegant woman, she left the Indigo Plateau for her home at... Four Island, I believe? A shame, ultimately. I'd much rather have her around than any of the other elites, ohohoho~!"

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Hey, Wicke. I have a few dozen Pokeballs I need to dispose of. Mind munching them down? (each one, of course, has a very large Pokemon in it)

"Well... I suppose if they need to be disposed of, I can help out if nobody else is offering!" Ahead of her lie a box of pokéballs, though she was unaware that they were occupied...

Wicke was no slouch by now, and almost immediately, she began bringing the minimized balls to her mouth, swallowing them like pills. Their tendency for expansion wasn't much of a surprise... well, mostly; while she knew they could do it, and she had a technique by now that kept them small for most of the way now, but that wouldn't stop an errant ball here or there suddenly expanding in her throat, instantly forming bulges that she'd gulp down.

Her dress started to stretch in the front, hard lumps starting to deform her otherwise smooth, soft tummy skin. The more she ate, the more the balls were getting jostled around, expanding here and there, the sudden mass forcing gurgles up her throat and eliciting soft bwurrps and bwooorps. Of course, each were followed by a polite "Excuse me~!". Eventually, Wicke would pause to unclasp her dress, her lumpy, bulging gut dropping forward slightly to reveal a stretched belly button. She sighed in relief, rubbing her gwwrgling, muffled clicks and clacks sounding out as her roiling stomach flexed and shuddered at the hard, inedible contents taking up oh so much space.

However... just as Wicke went back to finish off the last few balls left, one ball within her pressed against another, the button triggering. The scientist looked alarmed, initially, as she heard that oh-so-familiar bzooop, although it was coming from inside the house... or Wicke, to be more accurate.

Instantly, her already-crammed-full gut, resembling a pregnant woman midterm (although far lumpier), surged forth. Something... long and girthy thrashed a bit, Wicke's yoga ball belly moving around from the inside out, as she flailed her arms attempting to maintain balance. She rocked backwards, landing into a wheeled chair (which creaked ominously) as whatever was inside her began to coil its body, thankfully relaxing as the researcher gathered her bearings.

Before Wicke could fully come to grips, however, another pokéball dumped its contents, and her massive gut pumped in size, nearly doubling in size as all the air got pushed out of her. She could barely see over the pale expanse sitting in her lap, kicking and rumbling, though this wasn't enough to completely knock her off her game. Those hands flew to her aggravated belly, and as she gave a few calm shooshes and soft pats, the two whatevers within began to calm their little spat.

Once they seemed to settle down, she brought the back of her hand to her brow, wiping some beads of eat-sweat as she let out an exasperated sigh. After taking a moment to calm herself, she looked down at the curve pinning her down and drummed her fingers against the surface of her belly, sighing once again.

"Oh lord. How many of those were occupied?!"

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wicke’s new son

@bold-purple-prose​ it was a new day for rescuing Pokémon within the aether foundation. se had taken over the foundation after her previous boss had gone and was a little bit unfit for leading, and after a big stunt she did with combing herself with a pokemon after being infected, her daughter took her to get help, leaving wicke in charge.  that day they brough it a group of pokemon and one of them was in very very bad condition, a braxien, though the thing was it was a pokemon dressed in humanoid clothes, and female clothes as well, though when removing the clothes it was clear the pokemon was a male.  as the team began to help returning the pokemon to is natural state it was a new question of what to do with the braxien, they weren’t natural to the region so how did they get here, they weren’t linked to any trainers either, the pokemon was natural and seeming far from home. 

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D'awww. That smile helped Wicke feel a bit better too, despite the truly awkward situation at hand. However, her role in Aether made her duty clear: make a better world for everyone, and Blaze here was part of that 'everyone'!

After giving a nod in return, Wicke clasped her hands together. "That will do for now, then! So, to reiterate... you have no memories, huh? Not a blur, or anything hopping to mind?" Just gotta make sure.

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"Ma'am, when I said that you could have the free samples you could eat....I didnt mean the entire dish..."

“…O-oh, my, uh, dear me, my apologies!!” Wicke flushed a slight tinge of red, juuuust a bit embarrassed. “Well, uh… I can pay for this, you don’t have to worry about that…!”

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Immediately, Wicke’s eyes lit up at the spread, and she brought her hands together as she looked over the dishes with delight. “Wow, you weren’t kidding! I’m glad I could be the first in a hot minute, sir~!”

As much as she wanted to dive in, though, her sense of propriety held her back. Instead, she inquired, “So, what kinds of treats have you got for me to try out, eh?”

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“Well pick one out for yourself, dont be shy.” he said moving a chair beside her to sit in.  “Though…I would reccomend the cupcakes first.” he said with a smile. “Made with fresh berry juice.”

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"Ohhh, now that sounds like a place to start~!" Despite having slammed a whole plate of cookies just a few minutes ago, Wicke took no time at all to finagle a cupcake for herself, peeling back the paper to take a bite.

Instant stars appeared in her eyes as she brought a hand to her cheek, smiling as she chewed enthusiastically. "Now that's living deliciously~!"

[someheartlesslady]

Thick Thigh Thursday

Ask questions about the booty!

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rumor say someone is pregnant with a ultra beast.

Wicke's certainly-encumbered-looking belly, strangely tinted a slightly purplish tinge, wobbled as she attempted to maintain a solid poker face, though she couldn't help but bite her lip.

"I cannot, hmmff, comment on any rumored Ultra Beast research at Aether Foundation aside from our, hffgh, o-our, uh, requisite capture-and-contain protocol following the, um, th-the Crisis."

After all, the Foundation might get in trouble if they're messing around with Ultra Beasts again~!

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Hey, Wicke. I dare you to eat this car.

"I thought cars were for driving, not for eating~"

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Wicke, would you eat Lusamine?

"G-geez, uh... perhaps if she requested so! As always, I seek to carry out anything President Lusamine asks of me...!"

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The crowd cheers Wicke on as the Snorlax yawns and starts to lean back. Looks like its tummy is satisfied, and it's ready for a nap. But the Swimmer is having fun helping Wicke eat, so whether or not either of them notices is hard to say.

Wicke was far too gone, not to mention in a poor position to keep an eye on the Snorlax. Although cheers rang out, and, Arceus bless, Wicke had actually, legitimately, no tricks (aside from the oh-so-helpful Swimmer's assist) beaten a Snorlax at chowing the absolute hell down. Heck, she could probably nap harder now than any Snorlax ever had before, but that would have to wait; as far as she knew, it was munch time.

The overindulged belly, a pale orb tinged with red, grrwbled and glnked ominously, the thing resembling an oversized, taut egg that was just about the same size as the rest of her. As she laid, it sat next to her, well beyond enough girth to prop itself comfortably up next to her instead of hanging off of her... not to say it wasn't weighing her down, though. Maybe that nap would have to be in place...

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Would you ever eat a Wailord, Wicke?

"Not without a good reason! I would imagine the Wailord has other priorities."

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Send my muse “Would You Ever Eat” questions and they will have to answer honestly!

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Oh gosh, a blobby Will or Wicke would be,,, the best!

One day, however many ago (they all kinda washed together now), Will made a miraculous discovery that promised a breakthrough on his psychic abilities. It took some jetsetting and some riddles solved on top of mountains, but, sure as the snow is cold, the secret was laid out: the only way to handle psychic energies on par with the pokémon he commanded, Will needed to tack on some mass.

It almost embarrassed him on discovery. It seemed like he had been bumping up against his own limits, but the only thing limiting him was his waistline. As lithe as he was, it was holding him back. Fortunately, for one of means such as he, this proved to be a trivial task to rectify.

Sure, once he started serving himself up double portions, he found himself fighting against another kind of wall, but in time, he could handle it. Instead of feeling queasy and weighed down, he soon could push past it, and then a peculiar feeling... it wasn't enough to satisfy him!

Even as his waistline began to stretch, necessitating a visit to the tailor more and more, he continued to practice diligently, meditating with Alakazam and Xatu. And, much to his delight, for every bit of pale belly jutting further and further from his midsection, the easier he could keep up with both of them!

Sure, Karen, and to a lesser extent, Bruno made fun of him, but they couldn't lift a statue over their head with their minds. They were imbeciles, but it wasn't exactly anything new to listen to them chortle. Karen especially loved cracking jokes, though she never really needed a reason to have fun at Will's expense. At least with Bruno, there came a time once Will started having trouble sitting in chairs that the martial artist sheepishly asked if he could lift Will and use him for physical training.

You know Will was smug about that one. He even served as a vessel for transportation (after all, running around with a fatass like Will in your arms was a pretty good way to start sweating), at least until Bruno had to stop due to the psychic weighting too damn much.

In fact, around that time, there was a general concern about mobility. It wasn't that Will couldn't walk, but his doorways... made for someone of a much slimmer build, and now he found himself having to push his way through, massive ass and thick hips brushing up against the door jambs. Fortunately, that's what the League staff was for. After all, it's not like he had anywhere to go; between his quintuple dinners and his psychic training, he had little reason to move from where he was.

In fact, he barely noticed the moment he, a well-over-half-ton man oozing out of magenta clothes desperately clinging to him like a leaking can of biscuit dough, couldn't stand up. Between the massive gut spilling out in front of him, pushing apart his thick blobby thighs apart, and the dimpled wall of ass behind him, there was no way he could even maneuver himself into a standing position, much less move all that along.

However... the magician's eyes twinkled, and suddenly he felt the cool breeze of the mountains, soft grass beneath his mass. With a thought, and just a bit of concentration, he had done it.

He had teleported. Right outside the Indigo League. The psychic would have jumped for joy, could he jump, but instead he waggled his fat arms in celebration, cheering... and getting a little winded in the procees. "Hff, that just goes, hhhuff, to show! You can't, hough, stop Will! The, hhfh, the magnificent~!"

Fuck walking! Dude could teleport!