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"Soooo... like, what's the problem, then?"

Dawn stood at the checkout of a pokéball store in the Veilstone Department Store, hands at her hips, tapping her foot impatiently. She had just paid for her get, a Beast Ball imported from Alola, but the cashier had asked her to stop. Likewise, a store manager stood around awkwardly, averting his gaze from her.

"Seriously, this isn't cool. I paid! I paid soooo much, actually, for your dumb fancy imported Ether Corp or whatever alien ball. This really isn't fair, especially for the person who saved the universe, right? All that business with Galactic? That's me! I did that!" Dawn puffed out her chest, jamming her thumb into it for emphasis.

"Yes, yes, savior of the universe, right right... that still doesn't mean you don't have to pay for those." The manager pointed towards Dawn's midsection.

Her red peacoat jutted out at an abrupt angle, a lumpy, basketball-sized mass contrasting severely with her otherwise stick-thin build.

Dawn gasped in an exaggerated fashion, throwing her hands up in a performative fashion. "Oh my god. You didn't just say that. A.. pregnant young adult, s-single mother! Overweight! You can't just shame someone for the way their body lo-"

The cashier cut in. "Uhhh... I'm preeeetty sure you didn't have that when you came in."

Dawn sputtered, feigning more mock outrage. Of course, though, she had a plan just in case for that. A smirk forming, she undid a few pink buttons and spread the coat apart, revealing a flesh-toned stuffed gut, seemingly crammed with spherical objects leaving lumps and rounded imprints against her tummy. "See! That's totally all me~!"

"Well... I suppose if they need to be disposed of, I can help out if nobody else is offering!" Ahead of her lie a box of pokéballs, though she was unaware that they were occupied...

Wicke was no slouch by now, and almost immediately, she began bringing the minimized balls to her mouth, swallowing them like pills. Their tendency for expansion wasn't much of a surprise... well, mostly; while she knew they could do it, and she had a technique by now that kept them small for most of the way now, but that wouldn't stop an errant ball here or there suddenly expanding in her throat, instantly forming bulges that she'd gulp down.

Her dress started to stretch in the front, hard lumps starting to deform her otherwise smooth, soft tummy skin. The more she ate, the more the balls were getting jostled around, expanding here and there, the sudden mass forcing gurgles up her throat and eliciting soft bwurrps and bwooorps. Of course, each were followed by a polite "Excuse me~!". Eventually, Wicke would pause to unclasp her dress, her lumpy, bulging gut dropping forward slightly to reveal a stretched belly button. She sighed in relief, rubbing her gwwrgling, muffled clicks and clacks sounding out as her roiling stomach flexed and shuddered at the hard, inedible contents taking up oh so much space.

However... just as Wicke went back to finish off the last few balls left, one ball within her pressed against another, the button triggering. The scientist looked alarmed, initially, as she heard that oh-so-familiar bzooop, although it was coming from inside the house... or Wicke, to be more accurate.

Instantly, her already-crammed-full gut, resembling a pregnant woman midterm (although far lumpier), surged forth. Something... long and girthy thrashed a bit, Wicke's yoga ball belly moving around from the inside out, as she flailed her arms attempting to maintain balance. She rocked backwards, landing into a wheeled chair (which creaked ominously) as whatever was inside her began to coil its body, thankfully relaxing as the researcher gathered her bearings.

Before Wicke could fully come to grips, however, another pokéball dumped its contents, and her massive gut pumped in size, nearly doubling in size as all the air got pushed out of her. She could barely see over the pale expanse sitting in her lap, kicking and rumbling, though this wasn't enough to completely knock her off her game. Those hands flew to her aggravated belly, and as she gave a few calm shooshes and soft pats, the two whatevers within began to calm their little spat.

Once they seemed to settle down, she brought the back of her hand to her brow, wiping some beads of eat-sweat as she let out an exasperated sigh. After taking a moment to calm herself, she looked down at the curve pinning her down and drummed her fingers against the surface of her belly, sighing once again.

"O-oh! Well... okay then, I suppose this can be a test of that theory!" Leave it to Wicke to frame any kind of absurd indulgent activity as an experiment. In front of her lie a box full of minimized pokeballs, a fresh shipment directly from the factory.

After giving the first ball a once over, she hesitantly brought it to her lips, and... gulped it, like a grape.

"Well, that was eas-hrrk!" It had expanded while climbing down her throat, forming a baseball-sized lump in her throat. Wicke coughed, thumping her chest with her fist as her other hand massaged the ball traveling down her throat. Soon enough, though, it'd plop down into her stomach, and she'd wipe away the moisture that had wicked around her eyelashes, tears that formed when she gagged.

"Better... uh, better keep that in mind...!" She was gentler with the other one, swallowing it more carefully, and this one went down far quicker. And, from there, it was a steady pace.

Not long did clattering noises start coming from her stomach, pokéballs dropping in on one another, and shifting around in her quickly-filling gut. As it turned out, while she figured out a pretty good way of keeping them small while swallowing, it was seemingly random when they'd finally expand inside her, especially as more and more of the hard spheres went down.

Those clasps had to be undone, and her dress tugged down soon enough, as her lumpy, ball-filled belly started taking on an overpacked shape. It wasn't entirely smooth, the rigid orbs leaving imprints more and more against her skin as more went down. Additionally, every time they expanded, it'd be another jolt of growth.

Her stomach bwwrrgled angrily, not exactly pleased by being rendered into an overcrowded sack of plastic-y pokéballs. Each sphere expanding sent periodic gurgles up her throat, causing her to bwoourp every few balls, the air within getting pushed out.

The further she got, the slower she went, getting more and more stuffed with the inedible balls. Her wrrbling, rocking gut sat very plainly on her lap, pushing her bust upwards, closer to her face. Still, though, she persisted.

And it wasn't in vain; after 54 minutes and 24 seconds, the box was finally empty, but Wicke had taken its place. As she sat back in her seat, gut laden with pokéballs, she let out a sigh that blended into a burp.