After a very long day at the Pokémon clinic and a heavy lunch, Nurse Joy and her faithful friend Blissey decide to take a short walk on a sunny day, but she inevitably ends up falling asleep during the trip.

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The afternoon sun, casting soft shadows across the broad, heart-shaped leaves of the Pecha Berry tree. Behind the Pokémon Center, this spot is very quiet and still. The only sounds are the soft buzz of Combee and the faraway noises of Pokémon activity within

There, lying on her back in the soft grass in a state of utter surrender on the soft, cool grass, is Nurse Joy. succumbing to a deep, post-meal slumber. An empty basket is tipped over next to her, near her outstretched hand, with a few pink Pecha Berries spilled on the ground.

Her face is the very picture of serenity. Her eyes closed, her signature pink lashes resting softly on her cheeks. Her lips are parted just enough for soft, shallow puffs of air to pass between them, a silent, rhythmic whisper of sleep. But it's impossible to ignore her softened midsection.

Her normally pristine uniform, now in a state of disarray. The soft, white fabric of her uniform top is stretched drum-tight over thestretched very tight over her stomach. Once a flat plane is now a soft, high dome that rises prominently toward the sky, looking heavy and deeply, undeniably full. The hem of her skirt has ridden up considerably, exposing a wide expanse of pale, soft belly to the caress of the warm breeze. The skin is smooth and stretched, carrying a gentle, glossy sheen in the sunlight. With each deep, sleeping breath she takes, the mound trembles faintly, quivering with contentment. A low, prolonged gurgle echoes from within, a deep, liquid murmur of busy digestion that seems to travel through her core, making her whole body shift with a sigh of metabolic effort. Yet, she doesn't stir. Her face remains a placid mask of sleep, lost in some food-filled dream.

Her Blissey, the kindly Pokémon, sits patiently, with a soft, concerned sigh. It uses a single, careful claw to gently tug the rumpled fabric of Joy's dress back down, attempting to preserve her modesty against the insistent bulge of her belly. Seemingly satisfied, Blissey settles back, placing a soft paw on the crest of Joy's bloated stomach, feeling the gentle vibrations from within as it keeps a watchful eye over its deeply sleeping friend. The scene is one of perfect, serene peace.

✧・゚: ✧・゚: A Kind Reminder :・゚✧:・゚✧
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