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Hilda, from Pokémon
"Check it out! They had a special on rare candy today!"
The Poké Mart's sliding doors parted to reveal Hilda -- who was wincing as she squeezed herself through their opening, an opening that could have welcomed an entire car. The responsible parties: her generous curves. Titanic breasts like wrecking balls sat in a tank-top that was all too tired of their troublemaking, giving way at its threadbare straps until their masses sunk to block her thighs from view. Denim shorts were similarly tested across a rear end of similar size and structure. In the absence of park benches, her butt was wide enough -- and certainly soft enough -- to be an adequate replacement.
"I just can't stop eating them! They're sooo tasty!" Hilda adjusted her hat to block the beating sun. Every single step she took left her assets swaying to and fro like a see-saw. "Have they made them even tastier somehow? How do they do it?!"
Hilda popped another one into her mouth -- far from the first, far from the last. The effects were nearly immediate. With a heavy bwoomph, her boobs blimped forth as if they were being inflated with air -- round, full, and somehow buoyant against all logic. Nipples sprung out against the ever-tightening fabric of her top until they pierced right on through into the humid summertime air. Those denim shorts answered with a riiiiiip of their own. Though you couldn't see the tear, it was easy enough to imagine the embarrassing results.
Behind Hilda, the Poké Mart doors slid open again. A hapless patron emerged. Their bags were swiftly dropped to the grass; their hands cupped their mouth; their eyes were wide with total shock.
Hilda was none the wiser.
"Mmmm, I just feel so great right now!" She took your hand in hers, her breasts bumping playfully against your side. "You know, I bet May would like these too! I should give her some when I see her!"
