Another day on the road with Ash and Brock, and young Misty Waterflower found herself lost in thought as they headed towards the nearest Pokemon Center. While Ash was going on and on about how he was totally gonna get his next gym badge, Misty was thinking thoughts that she didn't want to admit she was thinking. As unlikely as it seemed, the water-type trainer had an ever-growing crush on this enthusiastic Pokemon-loving boy who she met when he stole (and wrecked) her bike.
He was impulsive, yes. He was temperamental, yes. He was shorter than her, yes. But behind the rough and tumble, tomboy exterior Misty displayed, she was a romatic through and through. And Ash's heart called to her like a Venomoth to a flame. Everything about him was just so sincere, so utterly authentic that she knew if he said something, he meant it. He was the type of person who would give someone the shirt off his back, even if it meant he would freeze to death in the process. He might complain a lot while doing it, but he would do it.
That type of personality was just so rare. And his never-wavering determination to become stronger and a better trainer while making friends with Pokemon everywhere, her admiration for him only increased. But unfortunately, Misty also had some negative thoughts flowing through her mind. Mainly the intrusive idea that she just wasn't attractive enough to get Ash's attention...the way she wanted it, anyway.
Oh they were friends, sure. They had fun, they bickered, they had each other's backs. But as far as romantic attraction? Ash barely noticed her. To be fair, that was the case with most girls, but every once in a while she would see Ash's eyes light up at the sight of a girl...mainly that one girl in that one photo that she refused to even speak her name because of it...and it bothered her that he didn't look at her the same way.
And why should he? She was the runt of the litter after all. Her sisters were all older, taller, curvier, name it. They were superior in every way except for probably brains. But that didn't catch eyes. There had to be a way to get his attention, something that would get him to notice her...and that's when she got a crazy idea...so crazy it just might work.
As soon as they reached the Pokemon Center, Brock went into town to get groceries for their dinner that evening, while Ash went out to do some training. As soon as he was focused, Misty snuck over to his Pokeballs to grab Bulbasaur's ball, and then zipped off before Ash could have a chance to notice what she was up to. She giggled as she went into their room and locked the door, releasing Bulbasuar who was very confused.
"Bulba?"
"Hi Bulbasaur...I was wondering if you could do me a favor?"
"Bulba?"
"Well..." Now Misty blushed, as she wasn't really sure how to phrase her question. "Do you uh...do you happen to know the move called Growth by any chance?" Misty sighed as all she got from the Pokemon was a puzzled tilt of its head. "You see...I was hoping you could uh...try to use it on me...specifically my...breasts?"
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