[Sneasel -> Anthro Bimbo, Bimbofication]

[EU: Pokemon]

Joey turned the stone over in his hand, and then after a few moments, turned it over again. He’d been fidgeting with the prismatic gemstone for a while now, and wasn’t too sure if he should go ahead with using it. Deep within the various shades of pink that made up the stone there seemed to be an emblem in the shape of a heart.

“That old man that appraised it for me must’ve been pulling my leg. ‘Evolve any Pokemon’, everyone knows evolution stones don’t work that way!” Once again, the stone rotated in Joey’s palm. “But… What if this is the thing that does it? My Sneasel hasn’t wanted to evolve the normal way with a Razor Claw, maybe this will coax it out.”

Joey hesitated for a brief moment upon drawing up his Sneasel’s Pokeball. The bond he shared with Sneasel was special and irreplaceable. If this stone did hurt his best friend… Joey shook off the thought. The old man would have told him about any dangers when he was looking over the strange evolution stone. In fact, the guy had said this stone was perfect for Pokemon that have a close bond with their trainers, and there was no better candidate that Joey could think of than his Sneasel. Besides, they were close enough to town that should an emergency happen a quick jog through the woods would get him back to the Pokemon Center.

Calling forth his Pokemon from its home, Joey couldn’t help but smile. The part-feline, part-weasel creature was a sight that not many loved. Sharp claws, dark bluish black fur, an array of feathers and an intense face made the Dark type Pokemon hard to bond with. None of that mattered to Joey; he could see through the rough and vicious facade the Pokemon put up and at the loving heart of gold within.

“Hey there buddy,” Joey said through his grin, ruffling up the head feather his Sneasel sported. “Remember how we had issues with that Razor Claw?” A soft cry was in response as Sneasel lowered her head, as though upset with itself for letting down her master. “Hey, don’t worry about it! We’re gonna try something new today and see if that makes more progress, ok?”

Sneasel immediately perked up, looking at the closed fist Joey was making around the strange evolution stone. As soon as he opened his fingers, Sneasel scampered over and started sniffing and nuzzling it. Something strange was happening; a strange white glow started blooming around Sneasel. As if in response, Sneasel grabbed the pink gemstone and clutched it to its chest, bumping the stone against the yellow marking in its fur.

The glow was intense, and for a moment, Joey found himself unable to look at his prized and beloved Pokemon. Slowly his eyes adjusted though, and he was able to take peeks, then longer glances, and then fully watch the evolutionary process happen for his Sneasel.

Sneasel seemed to be getting taller, or at the very least, it’s body was getting longer. This made sense, to a degree, as Sneasel’s evolved form, Weavile, was nearly a foot taller. But this wasn’t just a foot taller. Sneasel was normally about three feet tall, nearly up to Joey’s hips. But now the figure before him in the glow was at nearly double that height. Joey stood up, realizing that his Pokemon companion was now the same height as he was, roughly five and a half feet tall.

“What… what’s going on?” Joey stammered, taking a step back. The forest had gone quiet, and he didn’t dare break the silence with anything more than a whisper. “S-sneasel? Are you ok?” As soon as he spoke, he knew Sneasel wouldn’t be able to respond until it was over. Up to that point, all Joey could do was be with his best friend.

Sneasel’s body continued to change and reshape. Her torso was taking on a roughly hourglass figure, which was strange to say for a catlike Pokemon. But Joey couldn’t deny what he was seeing. Sneasel’s waist pulled in a little bit more with each breath the creature took, making its chest and hips look wider by the moment.

In fact… They were definitely getting larger! Joey took a couple steps to the side, and gasped. He’d known his Sneasel was a girl - the smaller than average red feather on its head was a dead giveaway -  but now it looked like she had birthing hips! They were wide and curvy, the kind that Joey would want to grab onto if they were on a woman.

Joey took a half step back and bit his lip, shocked at the thought he just had. This was his best friend, and a Pokemon to boot. Why would he think that? Well, if there was any reason for it, it’d be the fact that Sneasel was looking more and more like a woman.

Carefully, he looked over Sneasel for any other changes. There was a lot that was subtly different, but he couldn’t tell more with the glow surrounding his companion. He sighed, leaning against a nearby tree. Hopefully when all this was over, there’d be some answers about what was going on.

Right now though, the only ‘answers’ forming were two very large ones on Sneasel’s chest. Joey couldn’t help but stare at the budding spheres as they slowly and gradually swelled up. It was hard to call them anything but breasts, and Joey mentally sized them up as they grew. A cup, B cup, moan.

Wait, what was that? Joey stood perfectly still. There it was again, another moan. It was coming from Sneasel. This wasn’t some Pokemon cry being misheard, these were definitely human-esque moans. At that moment, Joey swore he heard someone - a distinctively sultry woman’s voice - moan out “Like, oh, oh my Arceus!” That couldn’t be Sneasel, right? Pokemon can’t talk…

Joey watched as Sneasel’s pawlike hands - looking more and more like hands by the moment - migrated to her boobs and held them, one in each hand. They were overflowing Sneasel’s grasp, the growth having been constrained to sizes larger than Joey had ever seen on any girl before.

The glow started to fade, and Joey gasped. Before him wasn’t a Pokemon, nor was it a person like he was almost expecting to see. Instead it was a hybrid of the two, something in between that was both but also not quite either. This anthropomorphic hybrid was hot though; that was one thing Joey was for sure about.

Sneasel was taking a moment to check herself out, and Joey took the opportunity to do the same. Long and slender legs rose up to wide hips and a round bouncing ass. Said ass was covered in a wide fan of red feathers that acted akin to a miniskirt, though too short to hide anything of note. She had a long, smooth torso that was punctuated by the massive breasts Joey had been ogling even during the transformation. Between them was the yellow marking that had always been on Sneasel’s chest, though now it was tucked in a valley of cleavage. Still clutching them were human-ish looking hands, now replete with five fingers each instead of a pair of claws.

But it was Sneasel’s head that really made the difference. Instead of a vaguely round shape, it was now a human’s head. But, like the rest of Sneasel’s body, bluish black fur coated her from top to bottom. On her forehead there was still the yellow marking coming to a point between her now-human eyes. She blinked them a few times, long and full lashes fluttering.

Then, she turned to Joey, locking eyes with him. He gulped, trying to think of something to say. He had done this, he was responsible, and suddenly a wave of guilt hit him.

“Oh, like, there you are, Master!” The voice that came out of Sneasel’s mouth was light and airy, and it caused her thus far unnoticed puffy lips to jiggle slightly. They pressed together when closed, pushing out more. Immediately Joey couldn’t help but think of how he’d want to feel those lips.

The evolved Pokemon walked forward, hips swinging from side to side with each step causing her full breasts to shake and sway. Joey spotted a glistening between her legs. Fuck, he thought to himself, she’s turned on and likes this. The edge of his guilt passed as he watched his companion approach.

“Look, Sneasel, I didn’t--” Joey tried to start, but was cut off.

“It’s not Sneasel anymore,” the Pokemon stated in her airy, bimbo voice. “You should totally, like, call me Sneaselle.” Sneaselle had closed the distance between them, pushing Joey back against the tree.

Subconsciously his hands went up on their own, touching the soft fur covered mammaries his best friend now sported. He was about to apologize and protest what was happening, tell Sneaselle that they’d find answers together and fix this, when Sneaselle pushed her soft and plush lips against his own. Within moments, he melted into her embrace, happily making out with her while playing with her assets.

Answers could come later. Right now, something else was coming