----------The following mini-story was written by  EmblemMan ----------

UrrrrAAaaaaarrpp~

Kalos’ fieriest Elite Four member let out a rumbling burp as she waddled back to her hotel room’s cushy sofa. The Hotel Richissime, Kalos’ finest hotel, was her choice of residence when she had business in Lumiose City, but she hadn’t been expecting two fine meals to simply meander into her room like this. What luck! Now, if she could just haul her gut full of both amorphous mush and a very alive girl onto this pristine sofa…

“Umph! There we go,” Malva allowed herself a deep sigh, happy to be free of the burden of lugging around this big belly so quickly. “Not exactly a bright couple of kids, are you? To think I wouldn’t know you’d been poking around in Lysandre Café. And then to…”

“Mmph! Mrrrgggg…”

“Hush up, girl!” Malva snapped, giving her gut a harsh slap of disapproval. “As I was saying, you just wouldn’t leave Team Flare be. Still…” The Elite Four member’s eyes lit up once more, her mouth curling into a cheery grin as she glanced at the girl’s sunglasses she’d set beside her. “I suppose it’s only natural that running after your friend would eventually bring you to me. But honestly…you deserved to be eaten for your stupidity alone, runt.”

Grnnnnnggggggg…

“That’s the spirit. Melt like a good little Bergmite upon a Pyroar’s flaming mane. That’s an apt metaphor for what you’re going through right now, hm?” Malva couldn’t resist mentioning one of her prized partners. Even if this girl’s life was on a short timer now, she could do worse than to leave the world with a shining star among Fire-types burnt into her mind.

Malva sent her fingers digging into the soft flesh of her belly, interested to see if she could provoke a reaction from the girl whose speaking capabilities were severely impaired by the wall of flesh between them and the searing-hot, oxygen-empty environment she no doubt found herself in. The pink-haired newscaster was used to seeing everything through her tinted yellow lenses, but this time, it felt very fitting. A sea of red would sweep across that pipsqueak brunette’s vision…and then she would be no more.

“I have a few calls to make before I can sleep you off, little girl. Try not to reach my bowels before your boyfriend solidifies down there.” Malva rolled her eyes. “I just know you’re going to give me the worst indigestion, and I’d prefer not to pay extra thanks to you teaming up and annihilating this suite’s toilet.”

The predator huffed as she wobbled on the way up to her feet, ready to pick up her phone and silence a few sources who’d dig into this story. It would be fine if they got the basics: after all, it would look strange to report on this story too far down the line. But she needed to be the one to report the real story, or she’d be risking her own livelihood. Being traced back to this was an unacceptable notion. Nothing a bribe or two couldn’t fix…

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Malva sat herself down in the mini-newsroom with her Holo Caster and prompter ready, completing the same routine as usual. This time, however, she physically felt noticeably different. The only difference a viewer could see were her heavily enlarged breasts, her rack not even fully contained by her once-loose black tank top. Of course, she herself felt the difference, having each orb wobble even when she first sat down. Her ass was still the tiniest bit sore from a few days prior, her poor pucker having been split open so rudely by those naughty little lovebirds. The juicy cheeks jiggled at any movement, and would have easily sunk into her swiveling stool had it not been for her immaculate thighs propping up her bubbly tush.

Her potbelly perfectly tucked underneath the table, much to Malva’s pleasure—though having a fat potbelly of soft flesh to begin with was not her style. Having the curves of a PokéHub star was all well and good, but even they wouldn’t be toting a beer belly! This damn thing was too soft, flabby, and mushy to be anything other than fatty, and that fact was maddening. The question was whether or not Champion Diantha would have some tips on—

“And we’re rolling in 3…2…1…”

Malva quickly composed herself, converting her listless stare into a calm, steady gaze straight ahead as the program began. It was important to present the beginning of this as naturally as possible, after all.

“And now, for the disappearance of two promising Trainers set on defeating Kalos’ Gym Leaders…”

It was all she could do not to stop mid-sentence. She could feel her belly bubbling violently, as if these pesky little rascals hadn’t made their presence on her body abundantly clear already. She couldn’t afford to interrupt this broadcast with sounds of her stomach flaring up! She’d thought the bathroom had done plenty to get rid of any lasting bits of noisy pockets left in her gut, but clearly that assumption was mistaken.

Not now, you wicked pipsqueaks! she internally screamed.

“While there have been newer reports on previous sightings, their current whereabouts are still unknown,” she continued, missing only a fraction of a beat.

Snap! G…grrnnn…

The snapping sound was barely perceptible, and Malva knew exactly what had happened. Her belt had given up the Gastly at last, flying off her waist to enjoy its newfound freedom. The real problem was that hideous groan that had probably been just loud enough to catch on the mic. But Malva now had bigger Feebas to fry, given the most exciting words of her career were coming up, all thanks to her…creative measures with the teleprompter’s script.

“If any viewer possesses leads on the case, we urge you to call the number being shown on the screen right now…” Malva paused, as she allowed herself the pleasure of licking her dry lips, salivating at the thought of a particularly tasty Beauty or Tourist wandering riiiiight into her trap. “I’ll personally ensure every potential witness has the chance to make themselves heard~”


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Malva's been recently added to Pokemon Masters EX, so have this quick EX Suit alt (her OG outfit's here btw).

Malva's owned by Gamefreak.

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