[Brainwashing, Stepford, Pregnancy]

"I didn't expect to hear you two get an invitation to this tournament. Aren't you busy with your respective careers?"

"Well, Bea, when you're the Champion, you kinda get to do whatever. Especially here in Galar, it takes forever for a good tournament to get organized!"

"I'm still working on my next hit. And dealing with my fans. Maybe through this tournament, I'll manage to gather some inspiration."

Three young women that were well acquainted with one another were currently heading for a mutual destination. It had been quite some time since they last saw each other, and none of them had really changed since the years passed. Which made it easy to catch up with one another.

Keeping to the front was the Stow-on-Side's Gym Leader, Bea. A tomboyish girl who loved Fighting-type Pokémon, and was always ready for a bout. Which was why she immediately accepted the mystery invitation that had arrived in her mail. She did not recognize the sender, nor the address that was written on the letter inside. As a Gym Leader, and as a Trainer in general, it was her duty to try and understand what this tournament was held for, and at the same time get the chance to train her Pokémon and make them stronger still.

Walking to Bea's left was the Galar Champion, Gloria. She had been a mere whelp just a few weeks prior to her rise to glory, but she was left without many capable challengers. Which was why she had appeared in the news several times over as people got ahold of private recordings of her launching into a vulgar storm, frustrated by the challengers to her proverbial throne. As a result, she gained quite a bit of popularity due to her hidden vulgar self, but that didn't improve the quality of challengers in the slightest. Which was why she bothered to join this new one. Even if it was probably a bunch of wank.

Finally, there was Marnie. The younger sister of a Gym Leader herself, she had the chance to rise to a position not unlike Bea's. But she decided that it would be best to improve herself first. Not to mention she didn't want to bother with the headache that was keeping an eye on Team Yell, her intense fanbase, blocking the entire stadium when it was time for a Gym Battle. Having followed in her brother's footsteps, she wanted to try and let her emotions out on a stage, but she didn't know how to properly convey them. Which was why she joined this tournament. That, and because Gloria had asked her to.

"I see. You both have a lot of time on your hands then." Bea said, nodding softly as she clenched her fist. "I, on the other hand, just have to keep accepting challengers. There are a lot of aspiring youths, so if this tournament ends up bringing even more new blood, or pits me against somebody with aged skills... Then I will be looking forward to it." Always so focused on training, as expected of Bea...

"Aspiring, my ass. They all crumple the moment you catch them off guard." Gloria scoffed, stretching a bit as they could see their destination coming up. A big ol' manor in the middle of bloody nowhere. "Bloody hope we've got good competition. Otherwise, I should've just stayed home and watched one of those romance flicks that bore me to death."

"Did you watch the one that I sent you, Gloria?" Marnie asked, her eyes lighting up. "I know it had a man in it and everything, but... I thought it'd be a fun experience to try." Underneath the veil of a punk rock gal with limited ability to emote, Marnie definitely had her interests. And she wanted to share those interests with the people she knew.

"Darling, that was just porn." Gloria shot back, prompting Marnie to blush from ear to ear. "Y'seen any of that before, Bea? Or is it just me that gets that kinda stuff from Marnie?" She tried to not look at Marnie to hide her own blush, because she had seen it. And it was actually pretty intense...

Bea ignored what they were saying as she came up to the manor's gate. "According to the letter, we're just supposed to ring the bell, and somebody will come and get us." She said, clicking the button that would ring the bell...

Gloria rolled her eyes as she stood waiting there. Come to think of it, why would somebody invite just the three of them? Where was Nessa, for that matter? She was just as capable as the three of them, wasn't she? So was that Klara girl that kept on being so toxic... But she was like one of those aspiring youths, so the less she had to think about Klara, the better.

Not long after Bea rang the bell, the gates opened and allowed them inside. And as they walked down the path that led into the manor, they noticed something rather odd about the staff tending to the garden...

There was not a male in sight. All the servants were very visibly female, all of them wearing clothes that were both very covering and yet at the same time sensual. Maybe it was because of their long locks, bringing attention to them before revealing their thighs pushing out against their skirts... Or maybe Gloria was just seeing things as she watched them. Could be either or, frankly.

Marnie blinked a little as she noticed one of the maids looking eerily familiar. It was a normal looking girl by all accounts. Blonde, pretty, busty... But... She had seen her last week. She was part of Team Yell prior. She distinctly remembered her expression when she had helped her on stage, even if it resulted in little more than Marnie being unable to truly sing her heart out. The girl couldn't have been so disappointed that she turned towards an honest and subservient life like this. There was definitely something weird about all of this.

Bea pushed open the doors leading into the manor's foyer, and blinked as she noticed somebody in the distance. It was... Nessa, and she was currently wrapping herself around some suited gentleman's arm. Strange, as far as Bea understood, Nessa would never be seen like this. Especially since she seemed to be wearing a very expensive and delicate dress, and her hair seemed to be tied into a nice submissive bun...

"Ah! There you are, girls! I've been waiting so long for you that I thought you just ignored my invitation!"

All three young ladies turned their heads towards the woman that stepped into frame, and simply couldn't believe their eyes. They certainly recognized her, as she was the former Gym Leader, Melony. But... There was something incredibly off about her. Especially when compared to how she looked the last time they saw her.

Last time they met her, Melony was a woman who kept sex appeal to a minimum. She was still a rather sexy mommy that still had a body to die for despite the many times she gave birth, and her conservative approach to bodywear actually aided her with that sex appeal. But now? She wore a very revealing cocktail dress and fur coat. Not to mention that the dress barely covered anything at all, partly because of how open it was down below, partly because her cleavage window was beyond absurd when combined with how large her udders were... And partly because she was very openly gravid, and in the late stages of gravidity too...

"...Are you tryin' to pull a fast one on us, Melony, or is this some kind of absurd baby shower?" Gloria was the first to react, crossing her arms as she tried to let the woman's appearance sink in... Nope, she just couldn't accept that this was what had happened to Melony. It was such a grave departure from before...

"Absurd? Honey, if I wanted you to join me for a baby shower, you would learn the meaning of absurdity." Melony chuckled, as she brushed her hand through her hair. Unlike the faint glimpse of Nessa, her hair was still rather normal. It's just that her body was so much bigger and her change in clothes was so shocking when paired with the former. "Though, high society is quite different from the kind of Pokémon battling you girls are used to. I'm not surprised you'd be shocked like this!"

"It's your body we're more shocked about..." Marnie muttered under her breath as she put her hands on her chest. She was so much smaller than Melony was. Not to mention, she had already made a bit of envy grow inside the young lady's heart due to her healthy family life. If this was what a mommy could end up like, then...

Bea shook her head as she did her best to ignore what she was presented with. All so she could focus on what was at hand. "Melony. What exactly does this tournament consist of? More importantly, I saw Nessa just a few minutes ago. Was she invited, or was she here for something else?"

Melony chuckled a little, downplaying the seriousness of the questions. "Well, you'll just have to find out, won't you?" She asked, before smiling as a maid approached with a tray and some very fine looking wine glasses, each containing a creamy liquid. "Help yourselves, the tournament's going to be a tough one. You'll need to unwind a little before the matches are announced, trust me."

Bea didn't question what the liquid was, nor did Marnie. Gloria did take a few glances at it before shrugging her shoulders and downing it in one fell swoop, grimacing slightly as the flavor hit her. Creamy was an understatement, it was like milk mixed with liquor.

"Once you're done with your wine, I'd recommend heading for your personal rooms. I'll be there to help you all prepare before you know it. And once you and all the other competitors have finished your preparations, we'll begin the tournament. I'm sure you three will put on a wonderful show." Melony explained, putting a single hand on her cheek while taking a small sip from her own glass. Mmm... Such a delightful flavor. Virginal in a way. Just like the three girls in front of her.

They had no idea what they were getting themselves into...

---

"What... What is this?"

Marnie muttered as she walked into the room that had been prepared for her, a look of pure shock still painted onto her face. How else was she supposed to react when she came face to face with a room that seemed prepared for fashion more than anything else? It was...

The black-haired young woman stepped forward as she looked at all the clothes on display. The outfits were all so pretty, yet uniform in a certain way. It was like they were encouraging the wearer to dress as formally as possible... While also showing off in a certain way. It would explain the heavy cleavage windows that were built into each and every dress.

The more that Marnie gazed upon these wonderful outfits, the more she felt her heart ache. She couldn't make one of these work with her aesthetic. And she knew it too. She knew that, despite her brother's support, she wouldn't be able to tear herself away from her roots. It wasn't like she was forced to tear herself away either. She just wanted to try something that she had seen since she was a little girl. But she never had the confidence to do so.

Did Melony know about this complex? It wouldn't surprise her. She was one of the oldest members of the old league. So the idea that her brother and her could've had talks about her problems... It wasn't out of the question.

Still... To be a sweet mommy with a loving family and a dress that looked absolutely perfect... She kinda envied her like that. But she knew that the envy also wasn't natural. It was just something that came up because of her former dreams. She was also happy to sing in front of her fans. She was happy with that dream, and she was happy in the present. And those conflicted happinesses were probably why she felt like this.

"My, I thought you'd be repulsed by this."

Marnie let out a yelp as the door to her room suddenly closed, and Melony had found her way inside. The gravid woman dressed in that elegant dress that left nothing to the imagination, saying her thoughts out loud like that. It prompted the black-haired youth to blush as she turned away from her.

"W-What were you thinking, Melony..?" She muttered as she tried to focus on the clothes, instead of the pregnant woman that had come to visit her. "Y-You really think I'd just hate these kinds of clothes? These pretty outfits that're perfect for a pretty girl..?"

"I did." Melony spoke with honesty, chuckling as she came up towards the much smaller girl. She was still so virginal. So untouched by the society that she had become a part of. But it was up to her to help her. So she could be a part of this tournament. So she could reach her full potential. "So I'm surprised you show such interest towards these outfits. Would you like to try one on?"

Marnie's blush grew stronger as she listened to Melony. "I... I would. But... There's no way that I could look pretty in one of these. There's just no way..." She muttered in defeat as she grabbed ahold of one of the silken dresses. All while reaching up to her hair, letting her fingers weave between the strands. "If I did, then I'd just look like a mess."

"You'd look beautiful, Marnie." Melony whispered, all while pulling the girl up against her gravid belly. Letting its warmth wash over her as she whispered her more words of wonderful comfort. "You would look like you had been born to wear one of these. Like you had thrown away your career to accept your dream. Just like any girl would. To us women, dreams are everything. Because we know we can get away with dreaming."

The words that slipped from her lips seemed a little off. Just a little. And yet at the same time, they made Marnie feel all sorts of fuzzy as she listened to them. It made her blush, especially as she felt that belly pushing against her. "S-So... You're saying... If I follow my dreams... Then..."

"Then you can look as pretty as you really wish to. There's nothing more to it than that, Marnie." Melony said, as she gently patted the girl on the head. "Why don't you pick one out while I watch? I can help you fit it on. And I'll even get you an accessory to match." She was such an encouraging presence. Such a comforting and liberating presence that helped her on her way.

Marnie slowly picked out her outfit. A white and silky dress that completely contrasted her darker colors. And despite how embarrassing it would've normally been, she stripped down until she was completely bare. All while Melony continued to watch her. Normally, having eyes on her would fill her with shame. But now... She was smiling instead. Because she felt safe with Melony nearby.

The dress went on extremely easily. Primarily because it was... wait... Was it... too big..? As she put it on, a dizzy spell started to pour through her... And the next thing she knew, her breasts were... no, they had always been this big, hadn't they...?

Melony smiled as she noticed the subtle glow working from the silky dress into the girl wearing it. Her body was blossoming quickly. Almost as if she was forced to 'Dynamax' in her own way. Just as many girls like her had done before. These dresses were very powerful, something that Melony herself had gotten a taste of when she was first made part of high society like this. So it didn't surprise her that Marnie was caught off guard like this...

"I... Am I... Pretty..?" Marnie muttered as she slowly twirled while wearing this dress. It was less erotic compared to the one that Melony wore. Hers were more of a silky party dress. Complete with heels that were a bit difficult to truly walk in, and yet at the same time felt just right. Every step she took in them felt so natural...

"You're very pretty, dear." Melony said, very happy with how Marnie's chest was turning out. "But you should hold still for a second. I'll add a few touches to make you truly pretty."

"Truly prett-"

Marnie didn't get to finish before she was sprayed right in the face by a thick squirt of perfume. Not to the point where anything got in her eyes, but the smell was definitely so dense that she couldn't really react and barely even see. And while she was stunned, she could definitely feel something happening to her. She couldn't process exactly what, just that she felt hands rubbing up against her cheeks, and something snapping around her throat...

By the time she could see again, she was now staring into a mirror. And not only had her face been caked in so much makeup that she barely recognized her old self, but there was a subtle trace of black eyeshadow around her eyes to contrast both her favorite dress, and compliment her natural shade of black hair. Combine that with the diamond-studded earrings she now wore, and those plump black lips of hers, and she looked like a proper beauty. Something that was infinitely enhanced by the choker that she now wore, one with a certain kind of stone embedded within... A stone that seemed familiar, and yet when she thought about it...

A gasp left her lips as she felt hands running through her hair once again, prompting her to focus on her reflection instead of what was in front of her. And she saw it. Her hair, having been done into a massive beehive. How..? She didn't have... No, of course. Melony just helped her adjust her long hair. What was she thinking, imagining that she had always had short hair. How silly of her.

"Thank you, Melony." Marnie smiled at her reflection, unaware of the stone glowing in her choker and the gentle glow reflected in her eyes. It was such a kind and tender shine. Which reflected the kind of woman she had become. A large breasted and thankful girl, who no longer had to worry about her worries. Because they never did exist.

Melony chuckled as she kissed the girl on the cheek. "Then run along now. I'll catch up with you soon, dreamer. Then we can make your dream come true, together." She chimed, putting more emphasis on the girl's dream instead of the 'tournament'.

"Of course. Thank you. Thank you so much." Marnie said once again as she walked off, keeping herself at a slow and steady pace so she didn't mess up anything. Whether it was her makeup or her hair, or her dress in general. She had to make sure that she looked perfect, so her dream of becoming a mother could come true...

Her original self quietly buried in the backs of her mind, as this new dream of hers took center stage...

---

"I swear, this all feels like a bunch of wank."

Gloria muttered as she paced back and forth inside of her room. She knew that something was wrong. There's no way that something wasn't wrong. But as crude as she was, she wasn't about to cause a scene when everyone else was enjoying themselves. Especially not while Marnie was seemingly enjoying herself. At least, it looked like she was enjoying herself. Truth be told, Gloria hadn't gotten much better at figuring out that girl's emotions, no matter how much time passed.

That being said, the hell had Melony done? She disappeared for about... Two months or so, and she's already that pregnant? Or did she just miss something the last few times she joined a tournament? There's no way that she could change that rapidly. Something was up. But what..?

As Gloria paced back and forth inside the room, she heard a click. And the back wall lowered to reveal a massive screen, one that drew her attention towards it more than just through its sudden appearance. No, there was something about this screen that was making her stare at it. A Psychic Pokémon's influence? Or something more natural? Either way, Gloria started to stare at the screen.

The screen turned on, and immediately it showed... porn? At least, it kinda looked like part of the setup from that disc that Marnie had shown her. A man and a woman, both lovingly cuddling out in the open... No, wait, that shit definitely wasn't porn. It was definitely not made for wankin', because there's no way that people would be so open about their sexy stuff...

Gloria kept watching. Even as the image on screen started to shift, showing yet another pair. Another man with another woman. A woman that felt so much weaker than the man. Maybe it was due to the cameras or the angling or somethin', because the lass always seemed so submissive when she was being held by the man.

Though she also swore she could see something else besides these pairs. It was like there was something in the background. A swirl, maybe..? She should just try and look a little closer. Maybe then she'd see it.

So Gloria kept watching. And watching. And watching. How much time had passed by the time she noticed something was really wrong with what she was watching? Who knew. All she knew was that she had seen a lot of men and a lot of submissive dames. So much so that she almost felt a little envious. Did it really feel that good to be held by a man? More importantly, why did they all feel so submissi-

"Enjoying the show, Gloria?"

Gloria shivered all over as she felt a warm set of arms wrap around her, causing her to squeal in delight. Not unlike the girls in the clips playing on screen. Only for her heart to immediately sink once she felt a bump rub up against her back. It wasn't a.... N-No, don't gotta think about that. It was just Melony's baby bump. Nothing crude... "W-What kind of tournament shows love stuff to its competitors, Melony? You're making this feel even more wank than how I felt when we arrived..."

"If it's so 'wank', then why are you still watching?" Melony asked a simple question, all while planting a kiss on the girl's shoulder. "And you should know better than to use such dirty words, Gloria. You're in high society now. We use formal words. I know you can be formal, so don't give me an excuse."

Gloria wanted to cuss her out like usual. And yet there was something about the stern way that she addressed her that made her heart sink. So she decided to just nod slightly. "Sorry." She muttered. In such an uncharacteristically obedient way. Maybe it was because she was evoking the same kind of energy as some of those men on screen. "And... I-It's not like I have anything else to watch. Couldn't you show videos of my competitors?"

"Oh? But that's exactly what's being shown, Gloria." Melony said, as she planted yet another kiss on the girl's shoulder. "Your competitors all realized what was more important in life. I'm just giving you a taste so you can start to understand as well."

"Under...stand..?" Something about these kisses was making Gloria really weak. Though now that Melony mentioned it, she did recognize some of the women that were being loved by these... handsome men... They were Gym Leaders from other regions. And they each shared a few traits that tied them together. Besides the fact they were all being loved in a way that kinda filled her with envy.

Each of them were wearing a choker that had a strange Mega Stone-like sphere embedded within. And each of them also looked a lot prettier than the last time she saw them. She recognized the likes of the stylish Elesa, and the studious Roxanne. Both looking uniform with their hair covering one of their eyes, all while their necks were covered in kisses from their hubbies...

"They... They look happy..." Gloria muttered as she felt her heart aching. It was one thing to be hugged in such a loving manner by Melony, who definitely made her feel like she was being loved like those girls were. But it would feel way different if she was being hugged by a big rugged man. A gentleman that was bigger than her... Stronger than her... Smarter than her...

She was so engrossed by the happiness and the submissiveness being displayed on screen that she didn't really pay attention to what was happening around her, resulting in her not even noticing that a choker was being snapped onto her. The same sort of choker that the others were wearing. Which, in turn, just made her heart beat harder and harder.

"They're happy. Because they realized that they shouldn't be Trainers. They should be lovers." Melony said, as she lowered her hands so they now rested on Gloria's stomach. "They found a man that loved them, and they prepared for a long, loving life. Where they had to do nothing but rear children. Like the women they always were destined to be."

All those words sounded so derogatory, and made it sound like women were made for nothing but breeding. But the way that she spoke about it, combined with the spiral that had been hidden behind the videos playing on the screen, and the amplifying power of the choker that Gloria now wore... It was all so much. It was making her weak down in her knees, to the point where she almost fell down as her heart beat harder and harder.

The idea of being with a hubby that did everything for her... The idea of being nothing more than a trophy that was happy to rear children for her hubby. It was a thought that shouldn't be so tantalizing. And yet that's exactly what it was. And thinking more and more about it was making Gloria's breath grow faster and faster...

Did she want to be just like them? N-No. She was... She was a Champion. But at the same time, they looked so happy. They looked so fulfilled when they were with their loved hubbies... Ah... Ah..!

As Gloria thought about being nothing more than a trophy wife, the choker around her neck started to react. She could feel her body trembling the more those thoughts proliferated inside her mind. The thought of being a wife conquering her mind and subjecting her to more and more delightful ideas. To be so big, just like Melony. To have them manhandle her... To have them put her in her place..!

The videos being played for her were responding to her thoughts. That, or her thoughts were being affected by them. Either way, the videos were showing how dominant these husbands could be. How they put the women in their place. Breeding them. Making them theirs. And each display was making Gloria more and more submissive, as her hands slowly drifted onto her belly, where they met Melony's.

"You want to be just like them. Just admit it, dear. Then you can start preparing for your brand new life." Melony whispered. Kissing her on the cheek this time, sending another few sparks through the girl's body. So she wouldn't be able to resist the thoughts running through her head.

"I... I..!" Gloria cried out as she felt her heart aching more and more. She wanted to be just like them. "I want to be a wife! I want to be nothing more than a pretty trophy that my hubby can show off! I want him to carry me around and show me off to all the other hubbies, showing them just how much he's worked to mold me to his liking!" She cried out, as a trail of pure arousal ran down her leg. Admitting that she wanted to be nothing more than a wife felt really good.

"And if you want to be a trophy wife... What do you need to do?" Melony whispered yet again. All while pressing her fingers into that sensitive belly. That place that was begging to be filled with life...

Gloria understood. She didn't understand how she understood. But she knew what she had to do. "I... I, Galar Pokémon League Champion Gloria, will abandon my post as a Champion and submit myself to my hubby-to-be!" She cried out, trembling all over. "It was silly for me to think that battling was for me! My real place is right beside a hubby! Having him choose everything for me! Having him caress me and tell me that I'm doing great! That's what I deserve! a life of luxury where I never have to think or lift a finger!"

The orb in her choker shone bright as a powerful energy started to fill her. She could physically feel her body blossoming as she submitted like this. Her hair shooting out and quickly wrapping around itself, forming a large beehive above her head. Her conservative clothes exchanged for a much more form-fitting dress that left little to the imagination. Her lips plumping out as they were coated in a layer of lipstick, and her eyelashes growing longer to emphasize those beautiful eyes of hers. All while her body plumped out as well, massive breasts begging to be dug into by big manly hands... She looked just perfect. And yet she still felt incomplete when compared to her fellow wife behind her. Melony had submitted just like her, and now she... she still needed to commit and do the deed.

Melony smiled as she gave Gloria yet another kiss, as the newly transformed wife cried out in delight. She was ready to be broken in... And with her changed, there was just one that still remained. One that still needed to submit to her betters.

She couldn't wait to see how she had changed...

---

"What's... happened to me..?"

Bea's mind was clouded. It was like she had just woken up from a deep slumber. How had she ended up falling asleep? She couldn't answer that question. But she could definitely see that something had happened to her while she was sleeping, and it was all thanks to the massive melons that currently hung from her chest.

Now, she wasn't exactly known for her curves. More for her subtle tone that she had gained from constant training alongside her Pokémon. So the fact that she suddenly had a pair of udders stuck onto her chest was jarring. And it was even more jarring to gently push her hands into them, because they felt genuinely real. As if she had always been saddled with these things...

Bea was breathing heavily as she took a single step forward, only to nearly trip. Partly thanks to the weight of these massive melons, and partly because it was like she was walking on something uneven. Only as she barely managed to regain her balance did she understand what had happened. And to make sure she wasn't just imagining things, she did her best to part her bosom so she could look at her feet...

Indeed, it was as she feared. She was wearing a pair of extremely slanted heels. Which meant that she was essentially forced to stand on her toes. Now, she had some training with this kind of stance due to the kind of combat that she and some of her Pokémon partook in. But to walk around like this? She couldn't understand how some of those ladies could handle this. And now she was forced to do so as well...

It wasn't just the fact that she was forced to wear these heels either, because she noticed some very fake looking fingernails having been clipped onto her nails. Long ones that made it impossible for her to ever throw a punch again, given how tightly they were attached. And not only that, but her body generally felt a lot weaker, and looked kinda... plump? She didn't know how to properly describe it. She definitely wasn't fat, but there was a lot more cushioning on her form compared to before.

"What did she do to me..? What happened to the others..?" There were questions running through Bea's mind as she tried to walk towards the door. Hoping that she would be able to make it, so she could escape and see her friends and try to warn them about the intentions of... whoever had done this. Melony was an obvious culprit, but she couldn't be sure.

At least, not until the door opened before Bea could make it, and Melony stepped inside with a wicked yet sweet smile on her face. "Finally awake, I see. And what a body you've awoken to... That wine did you a lot of good, Bea." Melony said, giggling as she was able to put on a rather chilling performance despite her warm gravidity and soft form wrapped in that elegant dress...

"So it was you..." Bea muttered as she tried to assume one of her defensive stances, gritting her teeth as she struggled to find the right kind of footing. "What is the meaning of this, Melony? What do you stand to gain from antagonizing us like this? Why did you leave the League, and then decide to drag us down with you?!" Even though she looked like a fertile cow, she wasn't about to give in. Not as long as she had her pride as a fighter.

Melony tapped her finger against her cheek as she thought about the question for a moment. "Why, exactly? Hmmm..." She mused, before giggling and having her face flush bright red. "I met a handsome young man from Unova, you see. He taught me a few things... Most importantly, what my role in life really was. So I decided to join him as one of his many wives. And from there... Well, I think you've been able to put the facts together. You always were smarter than you looked."

"You... You would willingly subject yourself to something so humiliating, all because of a single man? You're beyond deranged, Melony!" Bea cried out, her entire body trembling with rage. And yet she knew that she couldn't fight at full capacity. Not just because of her current state and how much it weighed her down, but also because of Melony's gravidity. She would be horrified if she harmed a life that had yet to be born...

"Am I now? Perhaps you're the deranged one, for thinking you deserve to do anything except obediently serve and love your hubby." Melony said, as she rubbed her hands together. "How about we do things your way, Bea? A little manly bout. I'm sure a woman like you can handle another woman's challenge. But if you lose, then you're going to have to accept everything I tell you. Understand?"

Bea knew better than to accept these terms and conditions. But she also knew that she couldn't afford to let Melony's plans continue. Many more women would be in danger if she let her off easy. "Then... I'll make the first move!" She cried out, putting all of her trust in her ability to keep her balance despite her body being changed on such a fundamental level.

Melony watched as Bea took a single strong step, then another. It actually seemed like she was getting the hang of her new form. An impressive display of resistance from a woman. And yet she knew it wouldn't last.

Because as soon as Bea got into her range, where she was able to deliver her darkened fist straight into the maternal woman's face... She ended up losing her balance. Just rearing her fist back to try and punch was enough to slip, resulting in the weakened woman falling forward. Right onto Melony's voluptuous bosom.

"My my. For all that bravado, you really are nothing more than a simple woman, Bea." Melony made sure to rub her defeat in as she held her in her arms, keeping her pressed against her breasts to make sure she couldn't get free. Which made it even harder for Bea to find her footing and launch a counterattack. "Now, be a good girl and breathe in. I think you'll see things my way, once you get a few whiffs."

Bea didn't want to do what Melony told her to. But she had to breathe in, otherwise she was going to choke. And as she drew whiffs of the scent wafting from those massive melons, her expression immediately started to grow dim. It was like... It was like her perfume was immediately sinking into her brain, and fogging up her ability to think independently.

Slowly but surely, Bea's body grew limp in Melony's arms. So much so that it was easy for the maternal woman to snap a matching choker around her neck, just like the one she had helped Marnie and Gloria wear. And almost immediately after it was snapped on, the Mega Stone-like object embedded in the choker started to glow.

A powerful moan left the darker-skinned fighter's lips, as she could feel her energy leaving her. Her dreams. Her will to fight. Everything was being pulled out to the ends of her hair, as said hair quickly started to rise high into the sky, wrapping around itself bit by bit. Replacing her old hairstyle with a beehive that now served as a prison for all those tomboyish thoughts.

Moans continued to pour from Bea's mouth as the absence of those tomboyish thoughts allowed for more feminine thoughts to take root. All centered around her new role. Her new station in life. Fighting? That definitely wasn't for somebody like her. What mattered to a young woman like her was something much simpler. And that was happiness at her beloved's side. Nothing was as fulfilling to her as the idea of being right beside the man that she loved a lot.

She would never dare try to fight, because then she'd be ruining her beauty. And her beauty was given to her by her beloved hubby. Everything that she was, he had a hand in. She was as beautiful as she could be because of him. Which was why she naturally didn't want to raise her voice, or think about how any of this was wrong. Women like her were meant to be nothing but loving trophies that didn't think for themselves. Thinking, fighting, competing... All of those were rights that were only reserved for her hubby. She was nothing more than a status symbol for him to own...

As the thoughts continued to proliferate through her head, Bea's body remained mostly unchanged. The only thing that happened was her posture fixing itself, which coincided with Melony letting go of her. The wife-to-be was able to stand up perfectly, especially as the glow from her choker covered her in an elegant dress that was as frilly and as voluptuous as it was cumbersome. There was no way that she was ever going to fight again when she wore this... and she wouldn't even dare to think of fighting. Fighting was for men, after all.

"Ohohoho..." Bea giggled as her eyes turned back to normal. No longer filled with a fighter's light, but rather the gentle glow that a wife's eyes would be filled with. "I don't know what came over me, dear Melony. But I feel so much better now. Wonderful perfume, I must say." Her temperament was also fixed. Because a rough attitude was not the kind that a wife should be known for.

Melony chuckled a little and just shook her head. "Oh, no, that's just the natural scent of a wife. You have the same, Bea. And I'm sure your hubby is going to love the smell too." She said, before letting a single hand rest on her gravid belly. "But we shouldn't keep him. He's been waiting for you, ever since you arrived."

"Oh my. I've left him waiting for me for so long... We should hurry, dear. Otherwise, he might just scold me!" Bea gasped in shock, with a bright blush working its way across her face. "Ah, to be scolded by my hubby..." Perhaps she had been pushed a little too far. A masochistic streak like this was not uncommon in women, but hers seemed rather pronounced.

Not that it mattered too much for Melony. She was just pleased with her plan having worked out. Three wonderful wives, prepared in record time. Her clients, and her hubby, would be very pleased with how it all panned out.

Oh, she could just imagine what her hubby would think...

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The gentle sound of a clock ringing echoed out through the foyer of Melony's manor, as several near-identical girls started to line up in a row. When they arrived, they were so different. And yet after Melony had helped them, they had reached their true potential. And thus, a lot of their individual strengths had been rubbed away to make way for their better selves.

Marnie was once a new Gym Leader who had been following in her brother's footsteps, and tried her best to sing about her feelings. But she realized that the dream of being pretty, the one that she had been burying in the back of her mind, was much more fitting for a woman like her. That was why she was currently wearing a silky white dress that she would've never dreamed of wearing before. Not only that, but her air had been completely altered. No longer did she have to worry about her near-inability to emote. Now all she had to do was smile. Because she knew that she wouldn't have to think or feel much of anything besides happiness at being with a lover that cared for her and wanted everything for her...

Gloria stood beside Marnie, showing off her body in the process. While she had many of the same traits that Marnie did, whether it was her hair having been done in a very formal and fancy way that made her look like a proper part of high society, she was a little more risque. But that was because the hubby that she was destined to be with no doubt loved women that were willing to show off a little. It was why her dress was so tight. It was almost impossible to avoid noticing the way her nipples pressed up against the fabric, or the fact that a subtle trail of juice was running down her inner leg. She was a submissive woman that would no longer try to strive for the title of Champion. No, she was just a wife, and that made her so happy.

FInally, there was Bea. Compared to her friends and fellow wives, her type of dress was a lot less revealing. But that in and of itself was perfect for somebody like her. Her much curvier body, when combined with this cumbersome type of dress that only the richest women would dare to wear so they could properly flaunt their status, completely contrasted her old self. Not that she cared. Right now, she was a wife. And like any good wife, she didn't think about the past. She didn't think about what it meant to be defanged like this, nor the fact that she would never be able to fight again. No, the only thing that mattered to somebody like her was her love for her hubby. That was the only thing that mattered to her. What her whole world revolved around.

Melony smiled as she looked at all of the prospective wives that had arrived today. It wasn't just those three. There were more like them. But they were the three that she had chosen to personally groom. And they looked perfect. Each of them had been molded by their chokers and by her actions. Pushed into the role that they were most suited for. And now they looked at her. For further guidance. And so that they could meet the hubbies that they were destined to be paired with.

"Ladies. I'm very happy you decided to join me. And I'm even happier to see that you've all finally evolved." Melony said, hanging a lampshade on how dramatically all of them had changed. All while they responded kindly in turn, all of them smiling as she spoke. "You've understood exactly what it means to be a woman. And you've come to understand that your only role in this life is to be a wife. You've been wanting to meet your hubbies and live a life where they think for you and you never have to worry about anything ever again."

The way that she spoke to them was extremely degrading. But all of them knew that it was the truth. It was what they had been taught. The very way they lived their lives. So naturally, all of them started to blush in delight while smiling, because it felt good for her to emphasize their role.

"Today, you evolve. From a woman who thought she was independent, to a woman that listens to her hubby." Melony concluded, as she nodded towards the crowd of men that had gathered behind her. It was time for them to stake their claims. After all, none of these women were going to resist.

A sweet looking gentleman approached Marnie, and just the sight of him was enough to make her swoon. He had just the right scent, and he looked so harmless. He would be a wonderful Father. And that would mean she would make a wonderful Mother as well. She could be the mommy that she had always dreamed of, her body growing weak as he lifted her into his arms...

The older man that approached Gloria was definitely somebody that she had seen before. He was... One of the men that had challenged her for her title. And as he grabbed her and pulled her close, she immediately understood that he should've been champion all along. He had all the right chops for it. So what if he had tried to force his way through her team in the past with a team that was easily dismantled? Right now, all she could think of while hugging him was how wonderful he was...

Bea's husband was... A psychic? Ah, she recognized him... And she immediately fell into his arms, her body trembling as his subtle power poured over her. He had fallen in the face of her strength before, but since she was no longer anything but a weak wife that loved her hubby, she would gladly submit to his power. That was the kind of wife that she was, one that wouldn't dare think about anything but her hubby's happiness.

Melony smiled wide as she saw all of the wives receive an appropriate hubby. All of them connected to their respective new selves. Just as her hubby had asked. He wanted these women to understand that they would eventually find their place by the side of the right kind of man. And he had been right. He had been so right. Just as he had been when he made her his. And while she couldn't wait to see them all blossom into gravid wives just like she had...

There were still so many more women that needed to be lured to this manor, so they could fill the role of the wife they were meant to be...