#pregpost

Wicke's eyes nearly popped out of her head. "P-President Lu-Lusa-oh sh-sh-"

She could barely speak, she was so surprised. Eventually, the bloated businesswoman stammered out, "President Lusamine!! What are you, uh, d-doing here? I thought you were away!"

"...hhff, no comment... anhhh, geez, uh..." The researcher looked at the girl in front of her, thinking for a moment as the tips of her fingers stroked the side of her twitching gut.

Wicke's certainly-encumbered-looking belly, strangely tinted a slightly purplish tinge, wobbled as she attempted to maintain a solid poker face, though she couldn't help but bite her lip.

"I cannot, hmmff, comment on any rumored Ultra Beast research at Aether Foundation aside from our, hffgh, o-our, uh, requisite capture-and-contain protocol following the, um, th-the Crisis."

"Ah- oh! Look at that, you can note the lack of its distinctive grassy fur so far in its development... looks a bit naked to me, but, based on our research, the Shaymin should start growing it within the coming weeks..."

Wicke sat back in her chair, a sleek and cushioned adjustable piece that was perfect for doing an ultrasound on. The assistant branch manager was at the head of an open room, facing rows of seats that were higher the further back you went. Not unlike an auditorium or a lecture hall, and behind her was a big screen revealing the shifting mass that, evidently, was in the round, taut tummy weighing her down.

Naturally, the idea of acting as a pokémon surrogate was a common one that floated from department to department at the Foundation, but rarely had it ever gotten as far as the testing stage. Of course, though, this research was kept a bit hush-hush, a mixture of standard Aether secrecy mixed in with a desire to not have their ideas stolen by would-be industrial spies.

So, when it came time to give it the old college try, they had a distinct lack of people to run the experiment on. So, it fell onto any Aether staff who were willing to carry a pokémon to term.

Wicke wasn't the first person to raise her hand... nor did she raise her hand at all, she was asked by the heads of R&D if she'd potentially enter herself in the experiment. However... despite the concept being a little, well, strange, the scientists noted that this would be for rare and endangered pokémon, potentially even more mythical kinds! Words that were indeed effective, as, after all, Wicke was devoted to the concept of helping pokémon, especially low population species...

The pay bonus and benefits didn't hurt either, nor did the concept of being able to better study pokémon Aether couldn't usually get their hands on. So, here the Foundation was, weeks later, and she was carrying a pair of Shaymin twins, lecturing to the staff as the ultrasound machine whirred, the sensor gliding over the bulging belly for better scans of the mythicals below.

"Carrying the Shaymin, ah..." A kick caused her to pause, then chuckle. A wave of movement creeped across the surface of her belly, bulges rippling before settling down. On the screen, the twin pups adjusted themselves. "...yes, carrying the Shaymin has had some... unique side-effects, something that some of you might be familiar with..."

Indeed, as Wicke looked across the room, Aether employees of varying tummy sizes, from flat bellies to far beyond typical overdue guts, jotted down notes. Waddling parents-to-be were common now across the halls of the Foundation.

As Wicke sat at her desk, typing up the latest reports concerning the Alola branch's most recent expenditures, a stirring in her gut caught her attention. Immediately, a light, chubby hand reached into snack drawer as the businesswoman cooed, "I'm working on it, I'm working on it~"

To be honest... when Wicke found out she was pregnant, she was already seven months along. Sure, she had some nausea at some point, but she attributed it to some bad food, and the somersaults coming from her stomach were thought to have been hunger pangs.

After all, who could blame her: even months before it would've happened, Wicke frequently got mistaken for being pregnant. That white dress of hers had always clung tightly to her round, expansive gut, but that's just because she was already fat as hell. But now, that wobbly dome was baby-laden, a definite firmness beneath if one were to press into her flabby flesh.

Of course, she was large enough to not change much size-wise, looking bloated around the midsection if you were used to her rotund figure, hence why it slipped by her... with one notable exception.

Breasts! Big, bountiful, sloshy boobs. While she was stacked before, the hormones and milk production caused her fat-enhanced tits to overflow her bra and crawl upwards, so much so that in a sitting position, thanks to her belly pushing upwards, she could see the pink knit of her sweater, bust creeping into the bottom of her vision.

"Oh, shi-mmfph!" Wicke bit her tongue, stifling herself from shouting too loudly. The surprise got her, she had to admit. As she wasn't sure she was able to say anything without it alerting anyone, she sat there, staring plainly at the screen for a few moments.

However... as the shock wore off, excitement set in. As she had mentioned before, there was some work in surrogacy, but it wasn't anything too far along. What an opportunity to study! The scientist in her was nearly cackling with glee.

"Mmmmh~" she cooed. The scientist was excited, but that motherly part was pretty into it too. Even as weird as this was, she couldn't shake it.

The shadows on the monitor shifted, before swelling. Another growth spurt, and the gravid tummy bloated further, jolting Wicke and causing her to grunt. Her free hand flew to her oh-god-so-heavy belly, and slowly... a wide, nervous smile crept over her face.

That was the first thing she did upon seeing the bump. On the way over to the closest ultrasound machine within the Foundation, she ducked by any staff, cradling her belly, mostly to hide it... but it was tender, and the shifting of the two within her caused her to coo and shush at her belly.

By the time she got to the medical wing, her belly had faced one of those twinges again. Not eager to mess up her dress, she made sure to unclasp the dress, which no longer held back that unavoidable tummy, firm pale skin jutting through her sweater and dress.

"Whoof!" She was basically waddling by now, and she held her belly with one hand and braced the other against her back. The cold gel elicted a gasp from her, but soon enough, she was able to get the machine whirring and thrumming. After gazing down on her gut, which was partially obscured by her swollen, sloshing bust, she peered toward the screen.

That was a Pikachu. Something else, too, but the angle was weird. That wasn't normal.