A hungry lavender expression glares at you from the river. A female Vaporeon, who appeared naked like many pokemon in your world, suddenly crouches at the shallow end, investigating your fat form with peaked interest. Her body was remarkably beautiful with a tight and tone figure; it was a shame she had only joined the ranks of animals.
Her eyes glimmer out brightly, even at a far distance from where you were standing, and sat with dripping wet skin to cause it to shine brightly. The Vaporeon's breasts play as eye candy for you, shining from the water with a pair of dark blue nipples protruding at their round ends. You felt your hands quiver from the sight as the dirty side of your brain ponders of how neatly they could tuck into your palms, wondering if they were as taut and squishy as they appeared to be. Continuing your vision to scan downward, you skip past her flat abdomen and pay much more attention the wide rump outline that protruded. Her lower cheeks appear to be large, but not too large for one's specific taste; as if it was the perfect size. Your hands begged to want that too. Finally, the Vaporeon's thighs disappeared under the drifting water as her thick tail stretches down to its slick fins that bob with the stream's surface. Your sheath pounded by her image, but pretty looks or not, she was still just as dangerous as any starving feral.
You get into a readied battle stance, but your body groans in an agitating ache from the tense movement. Placing a hand on your belly, you feel it grumble from digestion as a response. Any physical demanding motion would cause a terrible and sickening pain, making your gut queasy from the weight fizzing within the digestive liquid-filled sac. Fighting this infected anthro may be a bit difficult. Scratch that; will be difficult.
With what seems to be a joyful growl, the Vaporeon dives into the water, blasting like a jet towards you at a blinding speed! You focus and collect a large ball of aura energy in the palms of your hands, fearing if you'll be able to even hit such a rapid target, especially with the mist she was splashing around her. Without losing concentration, you aim directly in front of you as the water type jumps from the stream to attack you. You launch the blast of energy, watching it...
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