Fanfiction Friday - Alpha Gardevoir Force-Femmes and Fattens You Into Immobility (Patreon)

Yo champ in the making! Welcome to a whole month of Pokémon inspired fanfiction fridays! This month you can expect a lot of trainers getting incredibly fat, inflated, transformed, and gender swapped, as well as a Poké-anthro character story or two.

Pokémon is one of my most often requested and commissioned videogame properties, right behind Cyberpunk 2077, Baldur's Gate 3, LoL, and a couple others. Given how pervasive it is across multiple generations, loads of people enjoy it as a setting for their kink-play and adult characters.

You voted for it...so we're going back to the Gardevoir well. This time with some sexy gender TF on top of magical weight gain.

Here's a quick sample for you:

You lean forward a little, belly resting against your thighs, eyes locked on the screen. The Hisui region stretches out in crisp detail, and at your side glides the Alpha Gardevoir you raised from a Ralts.

I love my very tall Pokéwife, you think to yourself as you smirk.

She towers over your character, elegant and powerful, her white gown-like body swaying with every step, green hair framing a serene face, that red chest spike gleaming. You’ve spent dozens of hours with her. She carried you through alpha packs, through noble battles, through the long grind of the Pokédex.

You maxed her friendship weeks ago, yet you still open the friendship checker every session, just to hear what the NPC says.

Because the friendship checker has been telling you some particularly odd things lately.

Tonight, the messages are especially odd.

The checker’s text scrolls across the bottom of the screen while Gardevoir stands patiently beside your character:

“Gardevoir finds you adorable.” You blink. That one is new. You check again after a quick battle.

“Gardevoir wants you all to herself.” Heat creeps up your neck. You laugh under your breath, a little embarrassed, and keep playing. Later still, after you release her just to see her spin and settle, the checker offers something else.

“Gardevoir wishes you were hers.” Your face warms. You shift on the couch, the soft press of your pot belly against your thighs suddenly more noticeable. One final check before you think about shutting down for the night.

“Gardevoir thinks you look nicer getting chubby.”

You stare at the text. Your ears burn. “Eheh heh…uh, what?” you blurt out.

You glance down at the gentle swell of your middle, the way the fabric of your shirt sits a little tighter than it used to. The message sits there, quiet and deliberate. You can’t shake the feeling that she is speaking straight through the screen, not to the silent avatar but to you, Alex, sitting on this couch with your controller and your soft belly and your late-night snack wrappers still on the table.

You swallow. The apartment feels smaller somehow.

“Naw…that’s just…I mean, it’s probably just some clever writing,” you tell yourself, “Just some programmer’s inside joke, maybe.”

Your pulse ticks faster all the same. You get half-chubbed in your boxer shorts just thinking about it.

You play a little longer, reluctant to let the session end. You fight a few wild Pokémon just so you can see her move, the way her psychic energy lifts them, the gentle sway of her hips when she returns to your side.

You keep glancing at her model, the exaggerated curves the game gave the Alpha form, the way she seems to look toward the camera more than at your character. Your thumbs slow on the buttons.

A silly little crush has been growing for days; the kind of quiet, private fondness you would never admit out loud. She is only pixels and code, yet the thought of her finding you adorable, of her wanting you all to herself, settles warm and heavy in your chest.

Eventually the fatigue wins. Your eyes feel dry. Your pot belly gurgles once, soft and content from the leftovers you ate earlier while grinding.

“Alright baby,” you say softly, “I gotta get some sleep. It’s been fun, but I gotta turn in.”

You stretch, controller still in hand, and reach for the power button on the console. The screen flickers. Gardevoir’s model turns fully toward you. Her eyes glow a soft pink. The friendship checker text flashes one last time, faster than you can read, then vanishes.

“No sleep yet. Not yet. Don’t go. I’m not done with you…Alex.”

A slender green hand presses against the inside of the screen from the other side!