[Snorlax TF, Hypnosis]

"You live like this, Bea?"

"How many times have you been over, and how many times have you asked that question?"

"Not enough times if you've not done something about it! It's so dark in here!"

The girl that was currently shouting at her best friend was Beatrice, or Bea as her best friend called her. She was a Beauty, dressed in a black and white dress with a very pretty looking hat to top her off. And yet despite her beauty and despite the grace that she carried around her, she was rather ditzy. Not in the full bimbo kind of way, but it was clear that she had a different way of thinking compared to most people.

But even a girl like her could understand that a house needed to be cleaned. And that's what her best friend's house really needed. Because there were so many books, so many tools, so much stuff just tossed around to the point where it looked less like a house and more like some kind of hoarder's den. You could thankfully still walk around without any problem, but it was hard to see because her friend had also shut the windows and drawn the blinds, ensuring that the lights weren't going to get in. She liked the darkness, that much was clear.

Bea's dear friend was a Hex Maniac. Which probably explained the darkness being a nice place for her. Her name was Pam, and she wasn't quite as 'maniac' as her peers. And that was thanks to the fact that both of her parents were Swimmers, which meant that this aesthetic was nowhere near close to fitting for somebody like her... And yet she owned it. She wore the right dress, had her hair dyed in the right way, everything. And shutting herself away was important too, because if she started to expose herself to sunlight, then everything would quickly get out of control. Her pale skin turning brown again and her hair going blonde, which was why she preferred to stay indoors and out of sight.

"I mean I've told you exactly why I can't do that." Pam explained, gently pinching the bridge of her nose. She did love Bea a lot, as friends would, but her patience for her antics was less than she probably would've liked. "Why'd you come over anyway, don't you have a contest to take part in?"

Bea blinked as Pam brought up the contest, merely tilting her head. Contest..? Was she busy with something..? No, as far as she could tell, she wasn't. "Contest..?" She repeated the question out loud, just to make sure she had heard her right.

"The Master level contest, the one where you show that you've been able to tame wild Pokémon and make them do tricks for an excited audience! That contest! I can't believe it, you actually forgot?!" Now it was Pam's turn to be a little agitated. This girl.. How could she be so nice and so skilled with Pokémon, and yet so bafflingly unaware too..?

It took another few seconds before Bea's eyes lit up and she realized what Pam was talking about, prompting her to clap her hands together. "Thaaaaaaaat. Riiiiight. Well, it turns out that the Hypno that I befriended was a little too eager, and one thing led to another, and now she's owned by the head judge. Don't worry, they'll be happy together. Turns out the judge's really into that whole hypnosis thing, so she's using her new partner's power to make sure she's always ready to give the best judgments!" She chimed. "As for the others, well, they decided to stick around as training Pokémon instead, and I just thought it was alright. It's not like a victory's going to be worth that much!"

"...How in the world do you find these people, Bea?" From agitated to purely bewildered. Bea had a way with words and actions that left Pam stunned more often than not. At least she hadn't forgotten. Still, she thought that Hypno was suspicious... To think that she would end up in the hands of an enthusiast like that...

"I 'unno. How'd I find you?" Bea chimed with a bright smile on her face. She didn't see anything wrong with any of this. Despite how weird it was. Despite how weird SHE was. Knowing her, she'd find a way to befriend a Legendary Pokémon, only to end up using it on something mundane thanks to the trust she had.

"We..." Pam paused, as she shook her head. "We met when we both chased down that Jirachi that fell. You wished to understand Pokémon, and then it kissed you and disappeared." It was a very nice memory. She was adorable back then, and so was Pam. And here they were. Grown up, with one of them using her 'wish' for such complete nonsense.

"Riiiiiight. Right, right, that was it." Bea chuckled. "That was a very pretty night. I wonder if we're ever going to meet that Jirachi again?" She chimed, sighing sweetly as she hugged herself. Ah, the memories. She could remember the very first time she laid her eyes on Pam. And how absolutely adorable she was. How much she tried to look serious, with her Meowth trying to help her fetch a couple rare items. And now... "Oh, whatever happened to that Meowth?"

"She's living her life in the Daycare. It's not that I don't want her here, but she deserves to relax. Besides, those old geezers need the money it's able to pick up more than I do." Pam shot back, cracking a smile. But this was enough about the past. She still needed to understand why she was here. "Okay, let's skip past the Jirachi and my old Meowth and especially your contest. Why are you here, Bea? You never did tell me why." The sooner she knew why she was here, the sooner she'd be able to get her to leave so she wouldn't try to ruin her personal space. They were friends, but she didn't trust her to not open the windows and ruin things.

Bea thought about it for a moment, before just hugging her best friend and kissing her on the cheek. "Do I need a reason to come visit my bestest friend in the whole wide world?" She smiled from ear to ear. She would never really need a reason. If she wanted to stop by and give Pam a visit, she'd do that. She'd even drop what she was doing, just to make sure that she was doing alright.

Pam let out a gasp as their difference in height resulted in Pam getting shoved straight into Bea's chest. Which was thankfully really soft. Especially when compared to Pam's flatter chest. Not that Pam was that flat chested, she just didn't have the same kind of Miltank udders that Bea did. "Too much, too much, pull back!" She cried out, because the hug was a bit too tight compared to the usual.

Bea could hear her, and she naturally let go of her, chuckling softly. "Sorry." She winked. She was sorry, but she was also just casual about it. "Sooooo... Can I open the windows? Don't you need fresh air in here? Do you mind if I go grab a Flying Type and blow some wind around to make sure we can clean everything?"

There it was. That misguided attempt to help. Pam knew that it was coming. "No. I told you many times before, Bea, but I like how my house is. If you want to come visit me like this, please don't bring it up." Pam refused to budge. "Besides, it's not like your house is much better. It's so big, and yet you barely use it! Couldn't you think about yourself first and your friends after that?"

"What's so bad about a house being so empty? That just means there's lots of room when we go celebrate!" Bea shot back, not understanding the equivalence. Besides, everything being stuffed into such a small house was a lot more annoying!

"We're not celebrating anything if you keep on just letting go of your chances to win big, Bea!" Pam had to gently bonk her friend on the head. "So unless you plan on suddenly sweeping the Pokémon League and becoming Champion and making me part of your Elite Four, then you shouldn't think about what I'm doing with my home and focus more on what you're doing with your own!"

"Oh, I could beat them easy! There's these nice Musketeer-like horses... Or whatever they are, and I think they'd be really great! You know, they could cut through trees and rock!" Bea's absent mind was running on full cylinders. "What would you do if you were at the top, Pam? How would you keep your title and get all the glory? Come on, tell me! Teeeelll meeee!"

Pam was almost on the verge of losing track of the conversation. She was far too fast for her own good. But then it hit her. And she also realized that there was a way that she could deal with Bea, which would tie into her answer. She just had to make sure that Bea would actually pay attention, otherwise this wouldn't really work.

"Well, I would actually use some of my Hex powers. You know I have powers, don't you?" Pam started to brag, while making intimidating and weird finger motions. As if to emphasize her point. Not that she really had such great powers. She had made a wish on Jirachi, just as Bea had, but she just didn't use hers as often. They were very niche.

"Mmmmhm. They're like, super duper strong. You hexed that bully that tried to act like he was our rival. Wonder how he's doing now. Wasn't he like, a little extra feminine when he left?" Bea recanted their time together, narrowing her eyes a little. "Maybe he was trying out some new digs. I hear that feminization and such is really popular in Kalos."

"How do you learn thi- Never mind, don't want to know." Pam tried to stick to the topic, despite Bea's attempts to get off it. "When the challengers fight me, I put a hex on them. And if they screw up too much, their minds will start to shift. Until they're less than human, until they realize what they were all along..."

Bea nodded along, tilting her head as she heard the last part. "All along? So you're going to make them think they're Pokémon?" She asked, with Pam idly nodding to confirm it. "Theeeen... What if you make them think they're Pokémon, and then I talk them into being part of your team?" She chimed, more than happy to help her friend.

"As fun as that would be, we'd both end up in trouble with the officials if we did something like that." Pam explained, though the idea of an annoying Ace Trainer being completely dominated thanks to her skills as a Trainer, and then turning them into a humiliating kind of Pokémon, like a Muk, or a Trubbish, or even a Zigzagoon, would be entirely too amusing. "What I want to do with them once they're under my Hex is simply make them stop being my problem. Like, say, if I turned them into Snorlax. Then they'd sleep as long as they could, until they actually end up like those Snorlaxes that they're acting like. Thankfully, people end up feeding them on their own, so I don't have to be the one to feed them."

The Beauty's eyes lit up as she heard the example. "Oh wow, becoming Snorlax? Wow. I'd wanna try being a Slaking, they're super strong and also super lazy. But I'm the least lazy, so I bet I could use all that strength without any worry." Bea seemed awfully confident, even grinning when she really shouldn't be. Despite the fact that she was being led right towards a potentially dangerous situation, unaware of the subtle spiral that was forming in her eyes...

"You'd want to be a Slaking, you say? But you're a Snorlax. Snorlaxes don't even bother getting up, you know." Strange... Was Pam's voice booming, or was that just Bea's mind playing a trick on her? Either way, what she was saying was actually sounding kinda good...

Bea couldn't really see it, but she was starting to sway right and left. As if she was pulled into a trance. Which she really was. She hadn't noticed it in the slightest, but Pam had managed to cast a Hex on her. Ever since they started talking about hexes, it was starting to take effect. And now she felt nice and warm, plus she felt really tired. Almost like she just wanted to fall asleep right then and there...

"Snor..." She muttered, yawning as she stretched all over. Nooo... She wasn't a Snorlax, was she..? "Ahm... Not Snorlax..." She muttered, completely out of it. Evident by the way that her spiraling eyes just kept on growing bigger and bigger. It was almost adorable to see her try and fight back against her trance, when she knew how strong it could be. This was not the first time that Pam had caught her like this.

"Oh? You're not a Snorlax? I dunno, you definitely seem to be." Pam said, as she came a little closer. Starting by putting her hand on Bea's tummy, or at least holding it out a bit from her. As if there was a lot more tummy to work with. "You're really big, just like a Snorlax. And I bet I could drum on here and make big sounds, just like when you use Belly Drum to get all ready for a big fight when you're not sleepy."

Bea followed Pam's hand, as she reached down. And she squeezed into the air where her belly would be. Thanks to the potency of the trance, and her own natural inability to ever think that Pam was trying to trick her, and she actually thought there was a belly to squeeze. So much so that she started to drool a little as her eyes kept on spinning. "Big..."

"That's right. You're big. You're soooo big that I could use you as a big fat bed." Pam said, pecking the adorable Beauty on the cheek. This was much preferred to when she was being absent minded. Whenever Bea was like this, it was easy for Pam to just fix her up a bit and make her just as she liked her. Which was rather ironic, considering the times that Bea had unintentionally taken advantage of the trance that Pam entered whenever she ended up too sunny.

"Biig... Faaaat... Beeed..." Bea muttered as she yawned. She could feel it. She could feel how big her body was. And it honestly sounded like a fun time. Being Pam's bed. Being her big, squishy bed. The one she could just sink into and then enjoy every moment of. She liked being a bed. She really, really liked being a bed...

So much so that Bea actually collapsed onto her back, pulled further and further into the trance due to her own strange mind. All while she smiled from ear to ear, giggling softly... And louder than usual too. It was like she really was a Snorlax, and she wasn't bothered by it at all. Why would a Snorlax be bothered by her reality..?

Pam looked at the extremely drowsy Bea, and she really couldn't help herself. She was positively adorable. She didn't use this Hex often, because she never was sure if she wanted to exploit Bea this way. But she always ended up so cute. She honestly couldn't believe that Bea could be that cute. And yet that's exactly what she was. She was cuter than anything in the whole wide world. And she loved every moment of looking at her like this. She could feel her cheeks flushing brighter and brighter red the more she looked at her...

So she needed to finish off her trance. She had to make sure that her Snorlax was as comfortable as possible. To that end, she did her best to lay on top of her. Which thankfully didn't hurt her dear friend at all. She was... Wait, she was squishier than normal... How was that possible, exactly..?

Either way, Pam could see the smile on Bea's face growing even bigger and even brighter. She was enjoying having Pam on top of her. In the good kind of way. And Pam quickly had to shake her head so she didn't let the bad kind of way contaminate her mind. No, this wasn't the time to think about something like that. This was the time where she would take good care of Bea. And make sure that their little playtime was as enjoyable as possible.

"How do you feel, Snorlax?" Pam didn't even try to use Bea's real name. Not while she was doing this. Snorlax would do. "Just tell me if there's anything wrong. You know I'll take very good care of you..."

Bea... Snorlax smiled as her eyes just kept spiraling. Right up until she shut them to complete her look. "Sleepy... Big, sleep..." Her words were also super simplified, which made sense. She was a Pokémon after all. The fact that she could talk was a miracle. And even that was getting harder, as her thoughts grew more and more distant.

"Snor... Lax..." Snorlax muttered as she yawned. A big, powerful yawn. Maybe a yawn that was too powerful, considering the air she exhaled actually looked visible. Wait, no, that was definitely bad..!

Pam didn't have a chance to react to the Yawn being used on her, as she trembled all over. She felt an overwhelming kind of drowsiness wash through her body. Perhaps her trance had been a bit too strong, and the Hex a little too good at making Bea think she was a Snorlax. At least the only thing that she could do was make her get drowsy. It's not like she could make things any worse.

"That's... A good... Snorlax..." Pam muttered, her eyes fluttering rapidly. She was doing her very best to try and remain awake. But it was so, so difficult. She wanted to just drift off completely right now. But she couldn't let herself drift off. She wasn't done with Bea. She had to remain awake until she was done with her. If not, the trance might not ever end. And then she'd be stuck with an eternal Snorlax instead of her friend...

Snorlax smiled when her owner called her nice. Especially as she saw her slowly reach for a Friend Ball that she had been saving for a special occasion. Or... No... That was her Pokéball, wasn't it..? That's right.. That was her Pokéball..!

"Pam... Pamlaaaax..." Snorlax said her owner's name. Unaware that she was so on the verge of being asleep that this counted as sleep talk. And in the process, the Hex that had helped her fall into this trance activated once again, quickly resonating with her use of her owner's name.

Pam blinked once she had gently wrapped a string around the Friend Ball, and then wrapped that string around Snorlax's neck. She felt... Even more sluggish than before. Not to mention, her name was getting a lot harder to think of. And it was like a warmth... a... oh... no... How..?

Almost immediately after she noticed that she was a lot warmer than usual did she realize that she had fallen under the effects of the Hex. And that was beyond bad. If she didn't find a way to cure it, then she was going to end up a Snorlax as well. Thankfully, two Hexes should end up canceling each other out. So if she just were to sleep here and now, on top of her fellow Snor- Bea, then they would probably be back to normal before either of them knew it.

She had to admit. Sleeping on top of another Snorlax sounded kinda nice. She had always looked at Be- Snorlax with a certain kind of look. They had grown up together in the same Daycare, always sleeping together and being cozy. And the fact they had both ended up with the same owner was nothing short of a miracle...

"Snor..." Pam muttered as she tried to reach for another Pokéball. Her Pokéball. And it didn't take much. She found the Dusk Ball she had been caught in, and she did her very best to try and wrap another string around it. But she was a Snorlax, so... So...

The Snorlax that had been Pam blinked, and dropped her Dusk Ball. All while yawning and losing track of what she was doing. It was really hard to stay focused when she was so big and so fat and so soft. What was she supposed to be doing, exactly? What could she do, for that matter..?

She thought long. And she thought hard. But as she felt her tummy grumbling slightly, and her head getting heavier, she was torn between a choice. She could try and find something to eat, or she could sleep off the slight hunger and just get a big meal with her fellow Snorlax when it was time. Either option was good, it was just a matter of her picking it.

The Snorlax that had been Bea didn't really pay attention. She was definitely asleep at this point. Arms and legs spread out, happy to just snooze the day away in the darkness. It was soft and comfy, just like her. And she would love to sleep with somebody else, because Snorlax loved to sleep together...

Pam-Snorlax blinked a little before her eyes remained mostly shut, as she looked down at her best friend and fellow Snorlax. And as she looked at her being all sorts of cute while she slept, she made up her mind. There was only one thing that she could do that was going to properly satisfy her. And as much as her tummy threw a fit, it wasn't going to be eating. No, she was going to use her girth for something else important for once.

The 'oversized Snorlax' started to wrap her stubby arms around her fellow kin. Even though she was really just hugging empty air. Her Hex was so strong, even when used on her, that it was making the Snorlax's body feel so real. And as she hugged her, she smiled even more than she already had.

Bea-Snorlax was comfortable and warm. Warmer than anything ever had been. She was so cute too. So loving. She could sleep with her for an eternity, and it would still not be exhausting. It would be paradise for Snorlax like them!

So as the Hex continued to claim Pam's mind, reducing her further and further until she couldn't do anything else except act on the instincts of a Snorlax, she started to drift off to sleep.

Snores filled Pam's home. As two 'Snorlax' made it their shared home. If nothing would disturb them, they would continue to sleep like this. Dreaming happy dreams of being together. Because they were the perfect pair of Snorlax. And if they were to be disturbed, they would no doubt be completely pissed. You don't just wake up a Snorlax, after all.

More importantly, if somebody didn't cure their hexes, they would forever come as a pair of Snorlaxes. More than happy to be nice and cozy and sleepy. Because that's what they were. A pair of close friends, maybe even more than that, who were brought even closer due to the nature of the Hex, and their existing feelings for one another. So they kept on snoozing. Because it was what they were made for.

Despite arguing so much, the way they slept on each other served as a true symbol of their lasting relationship... And how hard it would be to break, even if they were put into a trance...

Two unlikely friends that had met under a shooting star...