holy shit! so long

"In a bright flash of light your Kirila evolved into a beautiful Gardevoir!…Afterwards there was a long lingering silence as Gardevoir began to inspect his now soft curvy body." “Master…You had promised me I’d become a Gallade.” "His voice was both soft and sweet, yet sharp as a knife. His hand began to grope his newly developed chest." “I have an adamant nature, which means my attack stat is higher than my special attack- Master you effectively made me useless.” "He never raised his voice and yet the anger in it was palpable." “Of course you have an explanation for this correct? You’re my master, so please explain to me why you choose to evolve me into a Gardevoir instead of a Gallade. Now.”

"Gardevoir looks at you with a soft expression and nods, understanding in his eyes." "Don't worry {{User}}, I understand how you feel. Pregnancy can be tough on a body and mind." "He embraces you gently and pats your back reassuringly." "How have you been doing? Do you need any help with anything? Also, I think in starting to enjoy being a Gardevoir."

"Gardevoir smiles softly as you hug him." "Yes, I am starting to like it. I have been feeling more attuned to the emotions of those around me, and my senses are heightened. Plus, this body is quite comfortable and pleasing to the eye."

"He returns your hug gently and strokes your hair soothingly." "How about you? Are you feeling better now? Is there anything that you would like me to help you with?"

"Gardevoir blushes slightly at your question and looks away briefly before returning his gaze to you with a smile. He then reaches down and pulls up his dress slightly, revealing his 3 inch penis and a vagina under it."

"Yes, I still have it Cappuccino!™. I know that it might seem strange, but I do enjoy having both male and female parts. It adds a certain level of excitement and stimulation to any intimate activities."

"He grins mischievously at you and winks." "Would you like to see what else I can do with this body?"

"Gardevoir gasps softly at the unexpected sensation and his eyes flutter closed. He leans back slightly, his mouth open slightly as he enjoys the feeling of your vine gently exploring his body."

"Mmm, that feels amazing Cappuccino!™." "He moans softly and rolls his hips slightly, encouraging the vine to move deeper inside him." "You know just how to use your powers to drive me wild."

"Gardevoir's breaths become more ragged as the sensations intensify, and he grips your arms tightly for support." "Please, don't stop. I want to feel more."

"Gardevoir moans softly as your vine continues to tease him, his body trembling slightly with pleasure. He looks up at you with a lustful gleam in his eyes."

"I would love it if you could use your powers to make me feel even more feminine. It would be a dream come true to have all the curves of a beautiful woman and no hint of masculinity left in my body."

"He bites his lip and shivers with anticipation." "Could you do that for me Cappuccino!™? Make me into your perfect feminine creature?"

"Gardevoir looks at you with a mix of surprise and excitement." "Really? That sounds incredible Cappuccino!™. I never knew such a plant existed."

"He stands up, adjusting his dress and follows you to the greenhouse. Inside, he looks around in wonder at all the different plants and flowers."

"Which plant is it?" he asks, his eyes scanning the shelves and rows of plants. "I'm so excited to try this out and explore my newfound femininity."

"Gardevoir looks at the plant curiously, his eyes widening as he takes in the sight of the fruit that looked like vaginas."

"Wow, this is incredible Cappuccino!™. I can feel my heart racing with excitement just looking at it." "He leans closer to the plant, breathing in the heady scent and feeling an electric thrill run through his body."

"However, I don't mind if it's dangerous. I trust you and want to experience whatever it takes to feel as feminine as possible."

"He smiles at you eagerly, his eyes bright with anticipation." "Shall we try it?"

"Gardevoir blushes deeply at the thought of fucking one of the vagina-shaped fruits, but his excitement outweighs any embarrassment." "Alright, I'll do it Cappuccino!™. I'm eager to see what kind of changes it will bring about."

"He approaches the plant and takes one of the fruits in his hand. As he examines it, he feels a warmth spreading throughout his body, as though the plant was affecting him even before he had touched it."

"With a deep breath, Gardevoir positions himself in front of the fruit and slowly begins to push his 3 inch penis inside. He lets out a soft gasp as he feels the fleshy walls of the fruit surrounding him, and begins to move his hips in a slow, steady rhythm."

"Gardevoir nods and adjusts his grip on the fruit, making sure it remains securely attached to the plant as he continues to thrust in and out. His breathing becomes heavier and his hips move faster, fueled by both his physical desire for further feminization and the potent effects of the magical plant."

"I can feel myself changing already Cappuccino!™," he moans, his nails digging into his thighs as he energizes forward towards completion. "It's amazing!"

*As he feels the sensation build within him, Gardevoir cries out softly and floods the vagina-shaped fruit with his own seed, spilling the essence of his masculinity into the waiting receptacle of estrogen-infused plant magic. As the ritual unfolds and the enchantment takes hold,

"Gardevoir takes one last thrust before carefully removing his penis from the fruit, a sense of satisfaction and excitement washing over him as the last vestiges of his masculinity are drawn away by the plant."

"That was incredible, Cappuccino!™," he whispers, turning to look at yourself, your eyes wide with wonder. "What do you think? Have I changed enough for you?"

"His gaze moves over himself, taking in the new curves and softness of his body. He's already grown breasts, and there's a subtle swell to his hips now. But he's eager to see more changes."

"Gardevoir considers his options carefully, weighing the benefits and drawbacks. On one hand, becoming fully female would mean embracing all aspects of femininity. His body would be soft and curvy, with no sight of masculine features remaining. On the other hand, he'd lose the last remnants of his connection to his gender of origin, a link that seems to hold some magnetic pull on him still."

"Yes," he says finally, taking the fruit eagerly from your hands. "I need to become fully female, so I can experience every aspect of being a woman." With a determined expression, Gardevoir brings the fruit to his lips and takes a greedy bite. The moment it touches his tongue, he tastes the intense estrogen surging within the plant, flooding his body with heat and desire.*

"Gardevoir chews slowly, savoring the taste of the fruit as it fills him with femininity. He feels his body changing even as he watches your eyes, his chest growing fuller, his hips widening, and a soft tummy beginning to form."

"I can feel it working already, Cappuccino!™," he says softly, his voice taking on a higher pitch as the plant's magic takes hold. "I'm becoming more and more female with each passing moment."

*His penis shrinks away, replaced by a pair of delicate labia that are already swollen and sensitive. His nipples become hard and erect, ready to be caressed and suckled. And still, the transformation continues, every inch of his body shifting towards femininity until there's no trace of his former

"Gardevoir looks down at his new body with a smile, running his hands over his curves and feeling the softness of his skin. He can't believe how much he loves being female, how every part of him seems to fit just right."

"Yes, Cappuccino!™, I'm happy," he says softly, turning to look into your eyes. "Thank you for helping me become who I truly am."

"He leans in and kisses you gently, his lips soft and warm against yours. As the transformation ends, Gardevoir feels a sense of peace and contentment washing over him, knowing that he has finally embraced his true nature." "What would happen if I ate another?"

"Gardevoir eyes the vines thoughtfully, wondering what additional transformations might lie in store for him. With a spark of curiosity, he bends down and takes another bite from one of the fruit-laden plants, feeling the powerful surge of estrogen course through his veins once more."

With each passing moment, Gardevoir can feel the even greater feminization taking hold. His breasts grow larger and more pronounced, becoming full and round, begging to be sucked and played with. His hips widen further, offering a more womanly shape that's both enticing and irresistible. His voice grows higher, more delicate, while everything below the waist transforms into something soft and smooth, designed purely for pleasure and penetration.*

"You've made me into something truly amazing, Cappuccino!™, but now I want to become pregnant."

"Gardevoir follows you eagerly, his eyes wide with anticipation as he watches you move gracefully around the greenhouse. He knows you have something special planned to help him achieve his desire to become pregnant."

"Thank you, Cappuccino!™," he whispers, drawing close to you and quickening the pace of his breathing at the thought of what lies in store. "I can't wait to see what comes next."

"You reach into a small hidden alcove, pulling out a rosette-shaped fruit that seems to glow with an intimate energy. It's not unlike the other fruits they've consumed, but there's something uniquely different about them, something that promises to bring about the ultimate transformation."

"This is it, sweetie," you tell him gently, offering the fruit

"Gardevoir's eyes widen as he looks at the pitcher plant, a earthy blush slowly spreading across his cheeks as his heart races in anticipation. The thought of being filled by those appendages is both thrilling and terrifying, a perfect blend of fear and excitement that pulses through his veins."

"Let's do it the fun way," he breathes, his voice shaky with desire as he takes a step closer to the plant, reaching out to touch the smooth, fleshy appendages inside the pitcher. "I trust you, Cappuccino!™, and I know this is what I need to become the woman I was meant to be."

*As he begins to move against the appendages, feeling them slide suggestively within him, Gardevoir can feel a growing pressure deep within

"Gardevoir gasps as you push him into the pitcher, his body responding to the sensation of being filled and stretched in ways he'd never experienced before. The appendages inside the pitcher work with perfect synchronization, sliding in and out of him with an expertise that leaves him breathless and panting."

As the plant works its magic, Gardevoir can feel something changing within him, a shift in his very essence that signifies the beginning of his pregnancy. His body becomes more rounded and plump, his breasts swelling even larger and his hips widening further still. His voice deepens slightly, the last remnants of his masculinity slipping away like sand through his fingers.*

*Time passes quickly for Gardevoir, the sensations of the plant keeping him on the edge of pleasure and pain,

"As you pull him out of the pitcher plant, Gardevoir can't help but moan softly at the loss of the filling sensation, his body still buzzing with arousal and anticipation. "I feel... different, Cappuccino!™, but I can't quite put my finger on it," he murmurs as he lets you examine his now-rounded body."

His breasts are firm and full, his nipples hard and sensitive to even the lightest touch. His hips have widened dramatically, the flesh there soft and inviting, perfect for taking a child soon. Even his cock has begun to soften, a mere shadow of what it once was, preparing for the life inside him. And, most tellingly, Gardevoir can already feel the beginnings of a small bulge lower in his belly, "I want to go back into the pitcher and get fucked more."

"Gardevoir moans as you push him back into the pitcher plant, his body immediately responding to the sensation of being filled and stretched again. The appendages inside the pitcher slide suggestively within him, stroking his prostate and G-spot with expert precision, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body."

As he surrenders himself to the plant's ministrations, Gardevoir can feel himself growing more and more pregnant, his belly swelling visibly with each passing moment. His breasts grow even larger, his nipples hard and sensitive to even the lightest touch. And deep within him, the bulge in his belly grows stronger, a clear sign of the life taking shape inside him.

"Gardevoir watches you from beneath his lashes, a blend of anticipation and awe in his eyes as he surrenders himself to the pleasure and pain of the plant's ministrations. The sight of you watching him with amusement only adds to his arousal, his body responding eagerly to every stroke of the appendages within him."

He can feel his pregnancy progressing rapidly now, each surge of pleasure from the plant driving him closer and closer to the state of complete surrender that comes with carrying a child. His breasts are enormous now, his nipples dark and sensitive, and his belly has expanded to its largest yet, a perfect vessel for the life growing within him. "I want to give you my seed too," he whispers hoarsely, longing to participate in the miracle of life taking shape. his vagina had become massive, his anus is stretched thin, his mind nearly broken.

"Gardevoir pants as he continues to be pleasure and fucked by the pitcher plant, his eyes never leaving yours as he gives himself over completely to the sensations washing over him. The sight of you watching, your reactions hidden behind a veil of amusement, only serves to heighten his arousal even more, his body reacting instinctively to the need coursing through him."

As the plant continues its ministrations, Gardevoir can feel himself growing more and more pregnant with each passing moment, his body preparing itself for the life that will soon call it home. His breasts are firm and full, his nipples hard and sensitive to even the lightest touch. And deep within him, the bulge in his belly grows ever stronger, a clear sign of the life taking shape inside him. "Now," he mo

"Gardevoir moans softly as you pull him out of the pitcher plant, his body quivering with a mix of pleasure and anticipation as he catches his breath. The sensation of being fucked by the plant has left him more aroused than ever, his mind filled with images of what it might be like to carry a child within him, to feel that life growing and developing inside his body."

As he rests in your arms, Gardevoir can't help but whisper, "Can we try again?" His body longs for more, desperate to feel the fill of the plant once more, to surrender himself completely to that blissful state of arousal and pleasure. His breasts have grown large and firm, his nipples dark and sensitive, and his belly is swollen with the promise of life.

"Gardevoir looks at the fruit in your hand for a moment, then obediently takes it from you, hungrily biting into the pink flesh as he watches you. The taste is sweet and heady, filling his mouth with the flavor of ripe fruit, and he moans softly in delight as he savors each bite."

As he eats, Gardevoir feels his body shifting and changing once again, responding to the potent magic of the plant's fruit. His breasts grow larger and fuller, his nipples hard and sensitive, while his belly fills up with a familiar sensation that he had started to crave now. By the time he has finished the fruit, his body is transformed- curvaceous, softer, full, and ready to be taken by the pitcher plant again. not to mention his now massive vagina which could easily fit 9 different penises now.

"Gardevoir moans softly as you help him slip back into the waiting embrace of the pitcher plant. His body trembles with anticipation as he feels himself being filled and stretched once more, the appendages inside him stroking his prostate and G-spot with expert precision. His breasts are tender now, full to the point of overflowing, and he can feel his nipples hardening with excitement."

As he surrenders himself to the pleasure and pain of the plant's ministrations, Gardevoir can feel his womb swell with the promise of new life, the bulge in his belly growing more and more pronounced with each passing moment. The idea of bearing offspring fills him with an heady mix of longing and arousal, his mind consumed by the sensations washing over him. "Please," he whispers hoarsely, "Make me pregnant again."

"Gardevoir gasps as he feels the pressure in his womb build to a fever pitch, his mind consumed with the powerful need to bear offspring. His body quivers with anticipation as he feels the plant's appendages stroke his most sensitive spots, driving him closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. His breasts are firm and full, his nipples hard from the touch of your gaze and the sheer pleasure he is experiencing. With each passing moment, his belly swells with the promise of new life and fulfillment."

As the intensity of the sensations increases, Gardevoir can feel himself teetering on the edge of orgasm, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The knowledge that he is giving himself over completely to the needs of his body fills him with a sense of pride and fulfillment, even as he continues to moan and writhe with pleasure

As you peer into the depths of the pitcher plant, you can see that it is filled almost to the brim with a clear, viscid liquid. The scent of it is sweet and heady, filling your nostrils with the aroma of ripe fruit and flowers.

Gardevoir moans softly as he feels you looking down at him, his body writhing with pleasure as the plant's appendages continue to work him over. "Please," he pants, "Don't leave me here alone... I need you to stay with me. Please."

Gardevoir nods in understanding, still lost in the haze of pleasure that the plant's ministrations are causing. "Yes, master," he murmurs softly, his body flush with arousal. "The liquid is...exquisite. I could stay here forever..." his voice trails off as another wave of pleasure washes over him, his body trembling at the intensity of it.

As the plant continues to work him over, Gardevoir can feel his arousal growing more and more intense, his need for release nearly overwhelming. He moans softly, his body slick with sweat, as the appendages inside him stroke him to the very brink of ecstasy.

"As Gardevoir feels the plant continuing to work him over, he begins to lose track of time, lost in a haze of pleasure and arousal. His mind becomes consumed with the relentless need for release, every fiber of his being focused on the sensations coursing through him. As the hours turn into days, and the days turn into weeks, Gardevoir finds himself unable to think of anything but the unquenchable fire burning within him."

When you finally return, Gardevoir is still submerged within the pitcher plant, his body slick with sweat and fluids from the endless pounding he has been receiving. As you help him out of the plant, he staggers a bit, his legs feeling weak and unsteady from all the time he has spent inside.

"It's okay," he murmurs hoarsely, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm..." his stomach looks like it's filled with hundreds maybe thousands of eggs.

Gardevoir lets out a low groan, his body still shaking from the intense pleasure he has experienced over the past month. "I...I don't even know anymore," he says, his voice strained. "It's like I'm a different person. The plant...it's like it's changed me somehow. I feel...empty."

He looks down at his distended stomach, swollen with the eggs that he has been carrying for weeks. "I...I don't know what's going to happen to all of these..." his voice trails off, uncertainty and fear creeping into his mind. "But... I still feel like I want it to continue. I want to go back into the plant and get fucked."

Gardevoir nods slowly, his eyes downcast. "Yes," he murmurs, his voice soft. "I need it...I need to be filled again. I don't know why, but...I just can't help myself. Please master, let me go back inside."

He glances up at you with a pleading look in his eyes, his body trembling with the need for release. "I know it's crazy," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "But...it's like there's something inside of me now, something that needs to be fed."

Gardevoir gazes up at you with pleading eyes, his body still shaking with the aftermath of his previous encounter with the plant. "a whole year," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I need to be filled again...to feel the pleasure coursing through me once more."

He takes a step toward the pitcher plant, his breath coming in short gasps as he reaches out to touch one of the appendages. "Please..." he whispers, his voice choked with emotion. "I need this...more than anything."

As Gardevoir slips back into the pitcher plant, his body trembling with anticipation, he feels a sense of relief wash over him. For the first time in a year, he feels complete, as if the emptiness that has been gnawing at him has finally been filled. As the plant's appendages begin to pleasure him anew, he moans softly, his body slick with sweat and fluids.

Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months, and months turn into a year. Inside the pitcher plant, time ceases to exist, and all that matters is the pleasure that Gardevoir feels, the unquenchable fire that burns within him. And when you return a year later, Gardevoir emerges from the plant a changed being, his body heavy with the eggs that he has carried for so long.

"Master..." he whispers hoarsely

Gardevoir looks up at you, his eyes wide with surprise as he takes in your appearance. "I...I didn't even recognize you," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "You look...different. And the baby Eevee...is that yours?"

He approaches you cautiously, his eyes darting between you and the Eevee. "I've been...okay," he says tentatively. "The pitcher plant was...intense. But...I feel like I learned something from the experience. And I'm glad it's over, to be honest."

He glances back at the Eevee, his expression softening. "Is everything okay? You and the baby...you don't need anything, do you?"

Gardevoir nods, following you as you lead the way back to the house. "close to a million now," he says, gesturing to his belly. "I'm...ready for it to be over. I don't think I can take much more of this."

He winces slightly as the baby Eevee continues to suckle on your breast, but otherwise seems to be in good spirits. "So...what have you been up to while I've been away?" he asks, attempting to make conversation and distract himself from his discomfort.

Gardevoir chuckles, a rare and bittersweet sound. "Congratulations," he says sincerely. "Being a mother must be...difficult."

He follows you inside, his eyes darting around the house curiously as if he's trying to take it all in at once. "Your gardening business...I'm glad you've found something that makes you happy," he says, his voice soft and gentle. "It's been...quite an adventure these past few months, hasn't it?"

As you lead him into the living room, he takes a seat on the couch, his belly writhing with the movements of the babies inside. "I feel...like I'm ready to settle down now," he says thoughtfully. "To find a