Toxic (TG)

 

    Becoming champion of the Galar region had been a tough journey, but you, and your teammates had grown a whole lot, same with your friends. Being champion had its perks, the biggest one being given permission to travel to the Isle of Armor, off the coast of Galar. The Isle of Armor is known for its training dojo, but in recent years, the Dojo has become a lot more, exclusive, only those deemed worthy by the Sensei allowed to visit. And it seems your recent exploits saving Galar and becoming Champion, got the Sensei's attention. 

After a quick train ride, you arrived at the Isle of Armor. You were met with a rather cute girl, with pink hair, and wearing a poison league uniform. You didn't know her deal, but you were suddenly engaged in a battle with her. She was easily beaten, having only two Pokémon compared to your team of six. The girl ran off upset, as you slowly made your way to the Dojo, exploring as you went. 

The Dojo was a simple building, seeing that poison type girl and a number of other pupils training under Sensei Mustard. Meeting everyone, you agreed to train under Mustard, especially after hearing he even trained Leon at one point. The training program involved three challenges, where only one pupil would be able to face Mustard. The woman grinned at you and walked over, introducing herself as Klara, an up-and-coming gym leader. Well, according to her. The first challenge was a breeze, just taking out some Slowpokes. But the second one, was much harder, requiring a lot of searching and battling. But with both challenges behind you, only you and Klara remained going into the third. Mustard decided that a battle between you and Klara would decide who would be able to tackle the third challenge. And so, you and Klara headed onto the battle court. 

You assumed the battle against Klara would be easy. Her last battle wasn't impressive. And she seemed to care more about appearance than fighting. The battle was going your way, you hadn't even lost a Pokémon, and Klara was down to her last. 

"There's no way I'm losing! I ain't letting go till the bitter end!" Klara exclaimed sending out her Slowbro. "Watch out, audience! One dose of Klara poison and there's no turning back! Yo" Instead of expecting her to dynamax, you suddenly felt your body get hit with a liquid, purple substance, oozing other your body. "There's no way i'm losing!" Klara winked, as you fell to your knees, feeling the pain of poison course through you. 

Your body began to bubble and pop, you feeling your energy draining by the second. Your height began shrink down, to around 5'4. Your skin began losing hair and blemishes, your skin so smooth and creamy. You looked up at Klara, who withdrew her Pokémon and was cackling. Looking around, no one was helping you either! In fact, they were all congratulating Klara on her victory! Your brown hair turned a vibrant pink, growing out in silkily locks, down to about your shoulders. It looked... just like Klara's hair! Your eyes became a vibrant purple, framed with long lashes. Your nose shrank down, lips plumping out. Your facial features soften up, leading to your neck slimming down, your adams apple withering away as your voice becomes highly feminine, sounding extremely bratty and bitchy. Your shoulders narrowed down, each arm thinning some. Your hands shrunk down, each finger slimming down, while your nails grew out, perfectly manicured. You began to feel an increasing pressure in your chest, and lower regions. You let out a shrill moan as your chest began to expand out, fat forcing your nipples out into pleasurable lumps of flesh. Your growing tits kept on expanding, with no signs of stopping. But eventually they did stop at massive E cup tits, sitting proud on your chest. Your waist narrowed, and your stomach became flat. With a loud snap, your hips jutted out, much wider than before. With a new wide hipped frame, flesh began to expand in both your butt and thighs. Your thin thighs thickened up, with juicy fat. Your ass kept growing out, each cheek fattening up with perky and jiggly fat. With all the growing and pressure on your crotch, you begged for release. 

"I don't think so~" Klara laughed, stepping on you with her heeled shoe. Your cock slurped inside of you, still erect with need. In its wake, a pair of lips opened up, your insides morphing into a series of tubes and eggs. Without much fanfare, your legs and feet slimmed down, leaving you looking just like Klara. 

"You look absolutely perfect!" Klara clapped her hands. "Well almost. I'm obviously the perfect one. You'll just be my twin." Klara called out her Slowbro, this time hitting you with a psychic attack. Your body was lifted into the air, your ill fitting male clothes ripped off, replaced with a tight, poison themed leotard, along with leggings, and heels. Bits and pieces of your former clothes became some matching cuffs, adorning your arms, while some more became a fuzzy white scarf placed over your arms. Lastly, a bow, looking like a Dustox adorned your head. Another wave of psychic energy coursed over you. Your long lashes became heavy with mascara, pink eyeliner framing your eyes. Your face was coated in makeup, along with pink lipstick, and a beauty mark as well. Each long, manicured nail, and toenail became painted pink as well. You, standing in a daze as your mind was bombarded with toxicity, a innate brattiness and bitchyness. You didn't care what anyone thought of you. You were Clara, one of the toxic twins. You were sexy and had anyone and everyone wrapped around your finger. Sure your attitude needed a lot of work, but why would a woman like you care? Your new bitchy life was all you needed. No longer a desire to be champion, you went around the Galar region. Toying with boys, and showing off yourself. Meanwhile your sister Klara went on about her dream, becoming a gym leader. You'd go to all of your sisters gym challenges, always with a boy on your arm, and a teasing wink and wave to distract any challengers with your toxic charms.