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Does Wicke like inflating herself?

"I may have had a few experiences along those lines, here at Aether, but I can't say I didn't enjoy them! There's a wonderful fullness to it that I just can't shake."

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}!{ Elsena

"Voila. Yet again, I have totally changed the modeling game." Elesa had done it. Months of concept work, many millions of Poké spent in design, but true to her reputation of being at the absolute pinnacle of fashion, she had breached the final frontier. Now, she could not just change her clothes, her hair, but her body as well .

Well, sorta. At the realization that fashionable maternity wear was a potential market to tap into, Elesa was frustrated that she wouldn't be able to properly rock the look without actually getting pregnant or using some kind of fake belly. No thank you!

So this was the premier of her brand new implant, a kind of balloon slipped within her. As she stepped down the catwalk in her gym, sporting skimpy gear and flashing enough skin to make any fakies look obvious, her bloated belly's diameter forced her saunter into a sort of waddle. It was like an egg-shaped belly, resembling an overdue mother's, but rather than a baby, this firm tummy was full of gel.

Air wouldn't cut it. Not heavy enough, not authentic enough. However, the moment Elesa wobbled onto the catwalk, flashbulbs from representatives, cameras from magazine reporters began flashing, and the entire audience gasped, before quiet cheers rippled through them.

Elesa couldn't help but smirk. Not only was she one of Unova's strongest, but she was also a goddamned genius. "Hahaha~!" she chuckled, triumphantly, to herself.

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Wonder Ball -> Whoppers for Wicke

"Mmph, oh, creamy, smooth... malty, oh! Like a chocolate milkshake~!" It was another day in R&D, Wicke passing through to get updates on everything. And, just her luck, one experiment, a food additive by the name of AF-1971, was in testing. Based off of everything so far, it appeared to be fine, and they had a malted chocolate flavor all ready for taste-testing. Who else could be so lucky after such serendipity!

As she swallowed the sample, the manager brought her hand to her cheek, face giving off beams of satisfaction. The various employees watching on gave each other a thumbs up, proud the boss was so satisfied. However, among all the self-congratulation, a forgotten side-effect began to work its magic...

Wicke blinked in surprise as a peculiar pressure found itself building within her midsection, first stirring slowly before a sudden boost caused a gurgle to rise up her throat, causing her to give a small burp.

The white of her dress quickly tented out, her normally-soft stomach ballooning with something thick and sweet. The taste on her breath... chocolate cream. "...I think someone forgot to tell me something...!" Wicke's tone was a bit alarmed, sure, but there was also a bit of annoyance in it. As she undid the straining clasps of her dress, the bulging globe of her cream-stuffex tummy plopped forward, muffled sloshing coming from within.

The research scientists began to look sheepish, some flushed with embarrassment. They had indeed forgotten to mention: the additive was meant to deliver a dense, quickly-digested caloric load... though they were still working on preventing the small, dense sample from expanding when it hit the stomach.

Wicke's belly churned dully, half covered with her pink sweater, and half peeking between that and her dress. As she tapped her foot, hands on hips with a stern expression, she expected an explanation, but instead, the next part of the food additive's metabolism worked its magic.

The businesswoman's stance wobbled as a thick gwllrrrnnnn rang from her busy belly. Quickly-digested wasn't an exaggeration, as mass tacked onto her body quickly, an already-soft body expanding inches in every direction. A layer of fat helped fuse her head and neck further, a brand-new double chin propping up the original, as thick coats of blubber began stretching the arms of her dress out as mass tacked onto beneath.

Her fingers grew chubby as she traced them along her jiggling cheeks, gasping in surprise. "What now?" Wicke's fat upper arms brushed against massive, watermelon-sized... well, melons, straining against her thin sweater and propped up by rings of fat forming above and below her still-packed, gurgling gut.

Not to be outdone, thick tree-trunk-like thighs fought against the dress that attempted to squeeze them and a massive, shelf-like ass that jutted out behind her.

For a moment, everyone was silent. Wicke tried to get familiar with the new half ton plus; it was hard to pat herself down now, her massive bust kept pushing up against her thick arms, and she couldn't see past the plateau of pink fabric made up of her chest.

However, a smile would creep across her chubby cheeks, dimpling them slightly. Wicke's eyes lit up as a realization struck, and she thrust a chunky fist into the air triumphantly. "...oh my... I can mark AF-528 as an outstanding success!"

AF-528... Aether Foundation scientists were working on a fabric that felt natural, but could take sudden stress and forces without ripping. Wicke had been wearing a dress custom-made of the fabric, which hadn't tore to shreds in her sudden growth. All she had to do was undo the clasps, and, although the dress was no-doubt tight, she could still move and breathe in it!

You know what they say, when life gives you chocolate, use it in an impromptu experiment!

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}!{ Skyla (using her breasts as blimps)

"And that's how it's done." Ahead of a group of horrifically bored tourists being led around the Mistralton airfield, Skyla had spent a solid 45 minutes explaining the precise, minute detail that goes into piloting a passenger plane. No doubt she was endlessly enthused by her hobby-slash-job, but the crowd seemed catatonic. Explaining in an excruciatingly-fine manner the purpose of each light, switch, button, and knob is a surefire way to get someone to fall asleep. "That all bein' said, I need y'all to keep in mind that this is for passenger planes only. Passenger jets, however, entirely different beast!"

The entire crowd groaned as she began to explain the differences between passenger planes and passenger jets. However, one enterprising tourist came armed with a rumor online, and, desperate to avoid another hour of aircraft lecturing, a voice called out from the crowd.

"Hey! Do the thing with your boobs!"

That caused Skyla to pause.

"The flying thing! Not the other thing!"

Skyla sighed. That thing with her boobs. "Now look, I only do that around friends, and I'm pretty sure I don't know none of you."

The voice replied, "My name's Leslie! Nice to meet you! Do the boob thing!"

Leslie had her there. She thought for a second before shrugging, a smile spreading across her face. "Well, for you, Leslie? I reckon I might just have to oblige."

Leslie's voice cheered, as the rest of the crowd murmured in interest and excitement. As they watched on, Skyla would inhale slowly and deeply, sticking out her thumb, and then jamming into her mouth and blowing.

For a second, it was quiet, as the crowd tried to figure out what was going on... before gasps started rippling through. As Skyla blew, her already-sizable bust began to bob slightly, wobbling as a slow growth began. Almost exactly like blowing a balloon, it even sounded like it, the pair swelled as fast as Skyla blew.

Of course, she didn't have infinite lung space, so, as those zeppelins inflated, she'd periodically separate her mouth from her finger to gulp another mouthful of air. Regardless, a few cycles passed, each swelling the twins further and further.

Skyla's top was stretchy, and it continued holding back her bobbling bust, even as they took on the size of soccer balls. And, around that time, another curious thing began to happen.

The Flying gym leader began flying. More accurately, the blimps on her chest began acting like actual blimps, defying gravity and lifting upwards. The soles of her blue boots parted with the ground, and, before long, there were a few inches between her and the floor.

This is the point where she stopped, stretching stretching her arms out wide as she attempted to look at the crowd past her anti-gravity boobs. "Ta-da~! Check that out, pretty neat, huh? It's a fun lil party trick I picked up!"

The crowd indeed was impressed, cheers and claps ringing out as a few people discovered a few things about themselves. However, despite the show, a familiar voice eventually cut through the din of the audience.

"Make 'em bigger!"