03 – Muscle Dommy Mommy

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Professor Hardas Oak stands hunched over a single-burner hot plate in his cramped laboratory. The air hangs thick with the stench of old takeout and cheap liquor. Grease pops and sizzles as he dumps a pile of week-old rice into a dented pan, mixing in leftover mystery meat that is well past its prime.

He stirs the mess with a bent fork, the metal scraping loudly against the pan as he mutters to himself.

“Fuckin’ students… I send them out for spicy field reports and they come back with essays about ethics and danger when dealing with unknown Pokémon.” He groans, agitated by the constant need to demand more grit from his subordinates. “Don't leave out the part where you get your dick wrecked by a seven-foot curvy HMOFA Pokémon, damn it!”

His grumbling is cut short by the loud, sharp bing of his cracked phone. Hardas wipes his greasy fingers on his lab coat and snatches it up, the notification illuminating the shattered screen.

[Field Agent – Tiny Ethan]

[HMOFA POKEMON DATA ACQUIRED]

“Tiny Enthan?” He says aloud, trying to remember his own student face.

He taps the notification open with his thumb. The message loads slowly, and the first thing that pops is a young man’s profile picture. Hardas freezes mid-stir, his fork hovering over the pan.

On the screen is a short but powerful, shirtless male wrestler caught in a low, aggressive stance.

Hardas’s sleazy grin spreads wide as he recognizes the student. “Ohhh shit… that’s Pitbison.”

He laughs, a loud, barking sound that echoes off the cluttered walls.

“The little masked badass who’s been tearing up the indie scene!” he says, amused. “His parents think he’s just some quiet business major, while he’s secretly getting suplexed every weekend.”

At first glance, Hardas thought it quite amusing that a mysterious fighter wants to help with his research, but the truth is always bitter.

Ethan Reyes has reached a training plateau he cannot overcome, a terrible situation for a 165 cm [5'5"] athlete who still hasn't made pro.

“During the year, he was too focused on his training,” Hardas mutters, returning to stirring his food. “He neglected most of his assignments and is now at risk of failing the year. To avoid this, he came to me, asking to be part of my research.”

Hardas shovels a greasy forkful of rice into his mouth, chewing loudly as he continues scrolling, his eyes gleaming with dirty anticipation.

“Let’s see how Pitbison handles a real powerhouse…”

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[Image/ Map]

Region: Kanto

Route: 10

Location: Rocky Tunnel

Agent: Ethan “Pitbison” Reyes

HMOFA Pokemon: Machamp

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[Image / Chapter Cover]

The narrow, jagged mouth of the Route 10 tunnel yawns like an old scar cut into the rocky face of Kanto’s eastern mountains. Damp, mineral-heavy air rolls out in cool waves, carrying the faint metallic tang of wet stone and the distant echo of dripping water. Flickering emergency lights, installed years ago by the Pokémon League and long since neglected, cast weak orange pools across the uneven floor, turning every crack and crevice into deep black shadows that seem to breathe.

“How the hell do those Pokémon League hacks get a bite of my taxes?” grunts the young man, stomping through the cave.

The complaining man is Ethan Reyes. He carries what appears from afar to be an oil lamp, but is in fact a 360° LED flashlight, the kind of gear you want to bring to a dark cave expedition.

“If people had any sense, they wouldn't give these bloodsport slave drivers an audience,” Ethan says, annoyed. To him, Pokémon battling is merely the main competitor stealing audiences away from human combat sports, like wrestling matches.

Muttering, he walks inside, boots crunching over loose gravel and shattered rock.

The passage is tight, barely wide enough for two people to walk side-by-side, its walls raw and jagged from decades of blasting and natural erosion. Thick support beams of weathered timber groan overhead, some of them visibly bowed under the mountain’s immense weight. Moss and pale cave lichen cling to the stone in sickly green patches, glowing faintly where the light barely reaches.

Every footstep echoed, bouncing back at him from unseen walls, making the whole place feel alive and watchful despite not having a single living soul besides the young man.

“I know I’m supposed to find some kind of rare mutant Pokémon.” Looking around, Ethan starts to feel apprehensive, the eerie solitude of the place makes him jumpy. “How the fuck am I going to do that if I can’t even find a single regular one?”

Despite his frustration, Ethan should be grateful he hasn't encountered any wild Pokémon, as he has no way to defend himself. As a wrestler, he possesses a great deal of confidence in his own physical abilities, a trait that is useful in most dangerous situations. But dangerous for a hardhead like Ethan, who has never witnessed a high-tier Pokémon battle.

He only saw kids around his neighbourhood using baby pokemons that didn't cause a lot of damage.

“They are just popular because they are flashy.” He mutters all so sure, despite being all so wrong.

Ethan pushes deeper into the cave, his footsteps echoing off the damp stone. Darkness swallows him whole, broken only by the beam of his light. His breathing sounds far too loud in the suffocating silence.

That's when he hears it, something besides him making a sound.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrr!

A rough dragged on sound.Like stone scraping against stone, that it stops soundly.

“What the…” He wanders aloud.

Just to start again.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Lured forward by the noise, like a fish on a line. Ethan inst sure if he should follow it, he is just enthusiastic to focus on something other than the lonely silence.

Ethan steps through a natural archway, he stops looking around. The chamber widens into a massive dome, a space so vast his flashlight beam barely reaches the distant walls. Thin ribbons of light pierce through cracks in the ceiling, cutting through the gloom.

“Sunlight,” he whispers, breathless with awe. “Actual sunlight, this far down?”

Relief washes over him, the sight of natural light so distracting that he momentarily forgets why he had ventured into this specific reach of the Rock Tunnel. But the lapse is brief, the sound returns, echoing louder than ever, pulling his attention back to the task at hand.

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

Ethan freezes, his eyes locking onto the far side of the massive chamber. A colossal rock moves, such a monumental slab, so immense its scrape against the cave walls with every shift.

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

The giant rock rises and falls in a steady, unhurried rhythm. Bigger than a sailboat, flat on the bottom, jagged on top, coated in moss and age. It padron quite simple, it lifts barely over an adult man high, pauses at the peak, then descends with a low, grinding groan that fills the entire chamber.

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

His mouth opens, but nothing comes out. His brain struggles to process the sight, so he blurbs the first thing that comes to his mind.

“Someone is squatting that,” Ethan whispers, stunned. “How?”

He shakes his head, blinking hard as if expecting the hallucination to evaporate, only to look back at the exact same scene.

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

He steps closer, slowly and cautiously, moving like a prey suspecting the worst. His flashlight finally catches the figure beneath the stones, illuminating a figure of great power.

Ethan's eyes focus on the gray skin coating four massive arms, each thick with muscle that rolls and shifts like tectonic plates. Her lower arms brace the boulders against her broad shoulders and back while the upper pair grips the edges, keeping the stones from sliding.

Her back remains perfectly vertical as she sinks low and then drives upward with explosive force. Her well toned legs, planted firmly against the chamber floor, leave shallow impressions in the stone beneath her, displaying their amazing might.

Despite the four-armed creature's overwhelming power, another detail suddenly steals every ounce of Ethan's attention, two, in fact, making it unmistakably clear that this titan is female. Even under the strain of the massive weight, the sheer scale of her chest is impossible to ignore, two heavy, mouthwatering mounds that rise and fall with her labored breath, dwarfing anything human Ehtan ever had the chance to hold.

Despite the creature's overwhelming raw muscle power, another detail suddenly steals every ounce of Ethan's attention. One that makes it unmistakably clear this muscled titan is female. The sheer scale of her chest is impossible to ignore. Two heavy, impressive mounds rise and fall with her labored breath, dwarfing anything Ethan has ever seen or held.

“A big titty Machamp?” He asks himself, louder than he expected.

[Image / Machamp]

That's when the rock fell to the ground. Sounding not a dry thud, more like an explosion.

BOOM!

Tremors roll through the stone floor and rattles up through Ethan's bones, and for a half-second the entire chamber shudders like something alive. Dust rains from the ceiling, making the thin beams of sunlight swim with it.

“Gwaaa?” Machamp growls moving away from the rock.

She turns her head and looks directly at him. Two red eyes, calm and curious, until they widen, noting it's a male human. She tilts her face slightly curiously, walking slowly at him.

Getting closer Ethan finally contemplates her full height, almost double his size, his neck cranes back involuntarily.

Standing that close to someone so much larger and more powerful triggered a spark in his brain. A mental reflex he’d spent the last few years sharpening. It’s the instinct of a wrestler, the instinct to shit talk your opponent.

His chin goes up high as he points his index finger to the Pokemon that stops at his gesture.

“Listen up, you piece of gray turd.” His voice comes out loud and sharp, bouncing off every wall in the chamber.

Machamps stops, blinking confused as she hesitantly points to herself.

“Yeah, I'm talking to you Butterface. Big arms, big attitude, hanging around in a dark cave flexing for nobody, like a crossfit incel, only from behind special, bitch.” He spreads his hands while taunting her. “Well, somebody showed up on your turf. And I'm telling you right now, you freak… you do not want this smoke.”

She keeps standing still, completely frozen, just listening and blinking confused at the human.

‘What the hell is wrong with you,’ says a voice in the back of his skull, his common sense arriving too late for the party. ‘I know we aren't on good terms since you reached puberty but I think you should consider the fact that she squatted a MOUNTAIN OF ROCK, Ethan.’

“I've dropped guys twice my size before. Guys who actually trained to fight, not just move rocks like retarded mason.” He points at himself, thumb steady, jaw set. “Professor Hardas Oak wants a word with you, and I'm the one delivering you. So you can either walk with me, or I make you. Your call."

‘For the love of Arceus.’ Begs the voice in his head. ‘Stop antagonizing the monster that can break you like a dry branch!’

Breaking her paralyzes she crosses both of her arms hoisting her massive tits up, just staring at him, tilting her head the other way.

‘She is thinking?’ Mutters the voice in Ethan's head. ‘Wait! That's good, maybe she won't stomp you like an empty soda can. Quick, reason with her.’

Ethan's right hand goes to his backpack, pulling out his wrestling gear.

‘No-no-no-no!’ Cries the voice in his head. ‘You are going to die in this cave and they will never find your body, you complete and total moron.’

Machamp's jaw drops open as she stares in shock at the human changing his clothes. Quickly enough Ethan is in full gear.

The short but powerful, shirtless male wrestler is in a low, aggressive stance. His body is pure, dense muscle, broad shoulders, thick pecs, ripped eight-pack abs glistening with sweat, and arms corded with veins. He wears tight black wrestling trunks trimmed in sharp gold, the fabric stretched tight over powerful thighs. Silver-and-black wristbands hug his thick forearms.

But the real showstopper is the mask. A sleek black luchador-style helmet-mask with bold gold filigree, topped by two massive, curved black bull horns that jut outward like weapons. A fierce golden wolf-bison hybrid emblem snarls from the center of the forehead, and through the eye slits, intense, determined eyes stare straight into the camera like he’s about to charge.

[Image / Pitbison]

‘Take me Giratina!’ Sobs the voice in a dramatic tone. ‘The shame and stupidity hurts me so much.’

“So what's gonna be, you smash, don't look ugly hog.” He growls at her, muscles tensioned, ready to charge.

His words break Machamp's thinking, but her reaction is not what Ethan was hoping for.

The titanic Pokemon smirks at him.

It starts at the corner of her mouth, just a twitch, barely anything, but it spreads slowly and deliberately across her face like she's savoring it. All four arms cross over her chest, one pair stacked over the other. She looks down at him with the patient, amused expression of someone watching a puppy whining at a closed door.

Ethans stares at her confused, trying to read her expression, but a sound in the Pokemon draws his attention. The sound builds in her chest, low, and restrained. Almost a purr, except bigger. Quick enough, Ethan realizes what she is doing.

“She's holding back a laugh.” He mutters annoyed, blood starting to boil.

Something snaps behind Ethan's eyes.

“If you think ‘that's’ funny?” He steps forward, stomping the ground. “I'm gonna take you down!”

‘That's the catastrophically stupid thing you've ever done,’ groans the voice in a tired tone. ‘and you've done a lot of catastrophically stupid things.’

“You think this is a joke?” He roars, pointing a finger on the Machamps solid abs. “Laugh all you want pal, that's not new to me.”

Her smirk melts at his words, morphing it to something almost sympathetic.

“I’ve had coaches, promoters, and especially opponents laugh at me, and you know what I did?”

She raises an eyebrow, genuinely curious as the human jabs a thumb at his own chest.

“I made them stop laughing.” He squares up fully now, feet planted and chin forward, every inch of his short king frame working to project maximum power toward his opponent. “I don’t care how many arms you’ve got. I don’t care how big you are. So that little smirk, that little chuckle you’re cooking up? You can shove it down your throat. Because your ass is mine, you ugly ass bitch!”

‘Cool speech bro.’ Adds the voice sarcastically. ‘Let's see how cool you are when stomped into a fine past.’

Ethan's response from the Machampt rolls is a burst of laughter. “Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga!”

His blood boils in rage, his turning red as he clenches his fist so hard that blood drips from his hand.

‘Take it easy now.’ Starts his common sense, having a solid idea of what Ethan can do. ‘Let’s not do something precipitously.’

Ethan throws the first punch.

‘I don't have a mouth and I need a beer.’ The voice sighs in defeat.

The strike lands on her abdomen, the hit is clean, committed, full rotation through the hip, exactly the way he's thrown it a thousand times in training. His knuckles connect with muscle that feels like hitting the wall of a building.

POW!

She looks down at the point of impact, unimpressed. Then up at him and smirks.

“Thats not all.” He throws it again, same spot, harder.

KA-POW!

Despite the impact reverberating his bones and his knuckles burning in pain of using all his strength. The pokemon felt Nothing.

“Shit.” He growls, pivoting, dropping low, shooting for a leg in a real takedown attempt, textbook form, all his weight driving forward.

His arms wrap around her thigh, or at least he tries to. His hands don't meet on the other side. He strains, cheek pressed against skin that feels like warm granite, his legs churning against the stone floor.

But Machamp’s leg doesn't move, not an inch, not even a millimeter. Ethan might as well be trying to uproot a sequoia made of concrete with his bare hands.

His breath tears through his lungs in ragged, desperate gasps. Every fiber of his being screams at him to let go, to accept the absurdity of the situation, he is just a man trying to topple a mountain of a Pokemon.

‘Let go.’ the voice chimes in, her tone depressed. ‘My nonexistent back hurts just watching this.’

But he doesn't let go.

He refuses to accept defeat.

Instead, a hot, blinding spike of raw fury burst in his chest. For Ethan this wasn't about winning anymore, it was a violent, spiteful refusal to be insignificant, to be weak. His rage boils over, incinerating his fatigue and flooding his trembling muscles with an explosive, burning surge of adrenaline.

Gritting his teeth until his jaw pops, Ethan adjusts his grip, digging his fingertips as deep as he can into the grooves of her iron-hard muscles. He plants his feet wider, anchoring his base to the stone, and drops his hips a fraction lower.

He stops trying to push her over and shifts his entire focus to a single, impossible goal… up.

“Raaaaarr…” A guttural roar tears from his throat.

Tendons in his neck bulge, straining against his skin as he drives upward, channeling every ounce of kinetic force his human frame can generate through his legs and lower back. His spine arches, his joints scream in agony, and for a long, torturous second, the universe seems locked in a stalemate.

That's when something unexpected happens, a shift on Machamp's leg.

It isn't much, but the friction of her massive foot against the stone floor suddenly gives way. Slowly, with his entire body trembling under the colossal, crushing weight, Ethan’s posture straightens just enough to force her limb upward.

The smirk is wiped clean from her face. Machamp’s upper set of arms, previously crossed in relaxed amusement, drops immediately to her sides to brace herself. Her balance is genuinely threatened for the first time, a sharp, sudden gasp escapes her lips. She stares down at the straining human, her eyes wide with pure, unadulterated astonishment.

“RAAAAR!” He roars, throwing the Machamps.

She falls on her back, the loud sound reverberating through the cave.

THOOOM!

Ethan watches the dust settle, his chest heaving staring down the fallen titan. For one glorious, shimmering second, the impossible is real. He has done it, he has uprooted the mountain. A ragged sigh of pride escapes his cracked lips, a brief flicker of triumph that tastes sweeter than any victory he’s ever known in the ring.

Sadly, the mountain rises.

With a nonchalant roll, the Machamp is back on her feet. There is no groan of pain, no sign of a bruise, just the rhythmic, clinical sound of four massive hands slapping the dust from her stone-grey skin. She rolls her shoulders, a series of wet, heavy pops echoing off the walls, and looks at him with nothing more than a renewed, casual curiosity.

The pride in Ethan’s chest breaks, curdling into a black, suffocating anguish.

He had given everything, his muscles, tendons, bones, blood and his very soul to move her a few inches and throw her, and she treats it like a minor inconvenience. Like he was fly that had finally learned how to buzz.

“DAMN IT!” he screams in rage.

The shame and frustration hits him hard, heavier than Machamp's leg. It burns hotter than the adrenaline, a humiliating fire that roars through his veins. He looks at his trembling, hands, curling his hands hard enough to draw blood.

He hates it. He hates his human limits. He hates the weakness that keeps him anchored to the floor while she stands there like an unshakeable god.

Suddenly, Machamp's upper-right hand snaps out, seizing both of his arms in a crushing grip.

“The fuck-.” Ethan tries to complain, but is cut by the pokemon hoisting him from the floor like a prized catch, dangling him effortlessly until he was eye-level with her. “Am I a joke to you?” He shouts going for a kick on her face.

Both his feet are caught by her lower-right hand, leaving him defenseless against the attacker.

“So what now…” Mutters Ethan lowering his head. “Should I just give up? Do as my parents want and stay in class? Get a cush job and forget my dreams of fighting?” He swallows hard his sadness and frustration, clenching his teeth.

A sepulchral silence takes over the place, the Machamps keeps her grip thigh, holding Ethan on her eye level, despite the young man looking down.

“I know nobody wants me in that ring but ‘me’. And you know what?” he mutters, his head rising slowly until he is staring down the Machamp, rage and pride burning bright in his eyes. “I don’t care what anyone else wants. I’ll fight in parking lots. I’ll fight for nothing, and for everything. This is the life I chose for myself, and I refuse to give it up.”

Machamp's reaction is a smirk, but the edge of mockery has vanished. Instead, her eyes held a glimmer of something Ethan hadn't expected, almost like recognition. She looks at him not as a nuisance or a toddler, but as a kindred spirit, a fellow creature who knows that the only thing more painful than a broken bone is a broken spirit.

With a proud smile on her lips she raises both of her free left hands and gives the young man a double thumbs up.

The chamber goes quiet again. He stares up at her, sweat running down his face, eyes burning with something that has nothing to do with anger.

‘I can believe it, she is acknowledging.’ His common sense gasps. ‘Good for you shortie.’

“I’m not short!” He snaps, pissed.

‘NOW YOU CAN HEAR ME?!’

Machamp’s titanic chest rumbles with a growl that vibrates through the stone chamber like distant thunder. “Gaaaa…”

Those red eyes narrow, no longer amused, hunger replacing the smirk. Her left upper hand goes for his groin, grabbing his trunk's naps.

“Hey yo what the fuck!”

She ignores the human plea, tearing off his trunks straight off his body in one savage yank.

RIIIIIIIIIP!

His thick, veiny cock springs free, already half-hard from the sheer overwhelming magnitude of her tits.

Breathing heavily, Machamp's four powerful arms go for each of his limbs, holding him spread open. Ethan's mouth goes dry, not sure of what the Pokemon gonna do next.

She pulls the human closer, pressing his hard member on her tits. She licks her lips slowly, a long, wet drag across her muzzle, eyes devouring every inch of the shirtless, masked stud in her grip.

“That’s the part where I get snu-snued?” his voice rough and half-choked, still trying to sound like the cocky wrestler, talking shit to a mountain-moving HMOFA Pokemon.

Smirking, she pulls him into a kiss.

Machamp's thick, powerful tongue invades Ethan’s mouth without warning, shoving past his lips in a deep, hungry kiss that steals the breath from his lungs. Her muscle is hot, slick, and insistent, coiling around his own tongue like a living thing, claiming every inch of him while a low growl vibrates deep in her chest.

“Groooo…”

Her four massive arms wrap around his compact wrestler’s frame, two hugging Ethan thigh, the other two groping his head and ass, yanking him flush against her towering gray body.

She grinds her enormous tits hard against his groin, the heavy, sweat-slicked mounds smothering the rigid member. The soft, pillowy flesh engulfed his cock completely, rolling and squeezing with every deliberate thrust of her chest.

“Damn.” He moans when she frees him from the kiss. “Let a guy breathe, woman.”

She chuckles at this whining, lowering Ethan to her nipples level.

“I mean… those are great and all but what are you planning?” he asks, confused.

Unbeknownst to him, she didn't lower his eyes to her breasts levels, she lowered his dick to her pussy level. The massive muscle dommy mommy adjusts the grip, her lower hands holding on his ankles, spreading his legs wide, aiming his members head at her wet entrance.

“Oooh…” He says finally realizing her plan. “I… whoa…. I mean… can we just cuddle?”

The smile on her face goes wicked grim with a chuckle. “Ge-ge-ge.”

“Wait-!” He pleads just to be cut off, the towering HMOFA Pokemon impaling herself on his dick.

SLUUUUUUURCH!

“Fuuuuck!” Ethan’s growls, his voice is muffled between her tits as her velvet walls clampdown like a vice, hotter and tighter than anything he’d ever felt.

She is soaked wet, gushing arousal that squirts out around his girth with every inch she took, her gray pussy lips stretched around his shaft.

Ethan squirms with pleasure trying to not cum just from the tight grip of her cunt, but Machamp doesn't wait. She starts pounding him on her like a living fucktoy, using all four arms to slam his compact, muscular body up and down her cunt.

Her enormous tits slapping wetly against his masked face with every brutal impact, smothering him in soft, heavy flesh while her hips rolled and ground, milking him mercilessly.

SLAAAP! SLAAAP!

“Gwaaaah! Gwaaaah!” she moans, tongue lolling as she fucks him senseless.

Each pelvic slam makes his groin smack loudly against her soaked entrance.

SLAAAP! SLAAAP!

The wet, obscene sounds echoes through the chamber louder than the rock-squats she’d been doing earlier.

SLAAAP! SLAAAP!

Ethan's growls holding his release back, his competitive spirit still pushing him to prove something.

SLAAAP! SLAAAP!

“I… wont… lose.” He mutters, but his focus is broken by another sound.

“Graa-aaa-aa…” Moans the Machamp in delight, losing herself to the pleasure.

His abuser noises lights something, a smug pride that someone held by the four limbs, and being used as a meat dildo shouldn't feel.

“You sure are enjoying yourself right?”

She cuts her moans, still breathing hard she stares intrigued by the human words. For her sex was one of the feel pleasurable activities that wasn't a competition.

“What happens if I do THIS!?” Ethan bucks his hips, angling his dick, going deeper in Machamp

“GAAAAAA!” She moans screaming.

“Ha!” He barks laughing at her. “For such a big bitch… you sure are weak.”

Machamp mouths hangs open, not sure on the how or why this human is turning sex into a competition.

“Guard open!” He growls arching his head back.

Machamp tries to recoil fearing a headbut, but Ethan was aiming lower, something closer and more sensible, her left nipple.

“Nhac!” Ethan's grunt biting her nipple.

“GYAAAA!” Machamp screams, her pussy cleaning hard on his member, cumming all over his dick.

The Machamp Legs shake, almost falling to the ground, Ethan laughs loud and proud.

“Hilarious!” He laughs, releasing her nipple. “So sensible, and the best part is that I didn't even cummed once you semi-virging crossfit nerd.”

His laughter echoes bombastically through the cave. Distracted by his own amusement, Ethan doesn't notice the Pokemon scowling at him.

Before his laughter could subside, Machamp lays the human on the ground, her hands still holding his limbs, her pussy still clutching his cock.

“Eeeeh… what are you doing?” Ethans asks worried, all the bravado from before evaporated.

“Gyao!” She growls, licking her lips.

Her upper hands lock his hands high, her lower hands raise legs, framing Ethan face between his thighs, locking the human in a reverse matting press position.

Cold sweat trickles down his forehead, he swallowes hard, understanding what the Pokemon is going to do.

“I’m boned.”

She nods vigorously at him.

“Well…” He starts accepting his fate. “Bring it on butterface.” Ethan says making a vein pops on Machamp's head, draining any mercy the Pokemon could have left for the human.

She drops violently down on Ethan, impact force hammering the human into the ground, the brutal sound more like a drop hammer on a pile driver.

THOMP!

“GAH!” He screams, throwing his head back.

Ethan's agonizing sound makes Machamp freeze, staring at the human wiggling in pain, regret overwhelming her, thinking she went too far.

“Why…” Ethan says, gasping for air.

“Gao?” She groans, turning her head curiously at the human.

“Why did you stop?” he barks.

She just blinks speechless at him.

“You think I can't handle your muscle pussy?” Ethans grunts to clenched teeth, raising his voice. “DO YOUR WORST MA-CHUMP!”

Grinning the Machamp goes back to pounding, not as hard as before, but still sounding like a busy construction site.

THOMP! THUD! SMASH! CRUNCH!

Ethan’s mind blanks with the violent cunt stomping his groin. His mask still on, horns scraping against the floor as the Machamps keeps pounding in the reverse matting press, the sound getting wetter by the second.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Slamming faster without ever letting his cock leave her cunt, both start to reach their limits.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

“Sh-Shit… gonna-!” Ethan snarls, voice breaking as her pussy squeezes around his member, milking his cock, eager to drain him dry.

Ethan's reaction fills Machamp with pride. She slams down her massive ass one final time, burying him to the hilt as her inner walls convulsing hard around him.

SLAAAAAAP!

“GWAAAAAHHHHH!!!”

“FUUUUCK!”

Machamp orgasm hits like a seismic event. Her pussy quakes and gushes hot, thick squirt all over his balls and thighs. The sheer power of her climax forced Ethan over the edge. His cock bursts, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum straight into her womb, flooding her with comfortable warm.

Exhausted, Machamp's humongous body slackens forward, her massive gray frame collapsing on top of Ethan like a landslide of warm, sweat-slicked muscle and heavy tits. Her breath coming in ragged, satisfied huffs as her red eyes flutter half-shut in post-climax haze.

But lucky her, Ethan is not done.

With a feral grunt, the short, masked wrestler surges upward from beneath her, his core muscles exploding with power, as he buckles up holding her frame.

“RUGHR!”

His ripped eight-pack abs flex hard enough to look carved from stone, veins popping across the dense ridges as he catches her entire weight solely on the strength of his core. He doesn’t let her fall an inch. Instead, he thrusts his hips up brutally, driving his still-hard, cum-slick cock even deeper into her twitching, overflowing cunt while holding her upright.

“Haah-ha,” Ethan laughs breathlessly, voice raw and cocky even as his masked face is muffled between her pair of titanic tits. “You need to focus on cardio, big girl. What is worth all that rock-squatting if you have no for some ‘real workout’?”

Machamp’s eyes go wide open in surprise, a low, startled sound escaping her muzzle before it melts into a hungry growl. “Gah! Geeee.”

“You think this was nothing?” Ethan raises his tone, his raspy voice dripping with tiredness and arrogance. “Let's go for round two, you big gray bitch.”

It's clear for Machamp that the little man's words betray his true condition. He is exhausted beyond belief, breathing is ragged, muscles spasming with pain, and his heart beats frenetic.

Focusing on his face she notices that his situation is even worse as his cracked, dry lips and sunken eyes show a dangerous level of dehydration.

“Stop gawking at me.” He barks, still breathing heavily. “Let’s see if you can handle the Pitbison special.”

​Machamp grins, but there is no hint of mockery or pity in it. She admires how his spirit burns bright, even at his body exhausted state. She gives him a proud, endearing smile, feeling truly fortunate to have him as her mate.

She stands unplugging herself from Ethan's member, he quivering of the sensitivity of his dick, but before he can even complain she hoists him up on a princess carry.

“What the fuck you are doing?” Ethan asks, cheeks blushing. “I’m not finished with you.” He threatens pointing a finger at her.

Machamps chuckles at the human whining and complaining as she walks for a few minutes, until they reach a subterranean river, cutting Ethan's bitching.

For once the young man keeps quiet as Machamp sits on the river side and while her lower arms hold Ethan closer, her upper arms pick clear fresh water in cupped hands.

“Are you…” Ethan trails off, realizing what the giant pokemon is doing. “Why?”

She ignores his question, putting her hand on his lips.

​Ethan drinks the cold, fresh liquid, the water sliding down his throat and instantly renewing his energy. But as he finally allows his body to relax, the relief comes with a price. As his body cools down, the deep aching in his muscles, bones, and nerves makes itself known.

“Good Arceus!” He groans, removing his mouth from her hands to complain. “Everything hurts… it's like my first week of training all over again.”

Machamp chuckles at the human before giving him more water, insisting on him rehydrating himself.

Noticing that the “fight” is over Pitbison lets his guard down by complet, allowing the giant muscle dommy mommy Pokemon take care of him.

This intimate moment after the rough sex section makes Ethan do something he is not used to, reflect on his actions.

“I… I think I was too much of an asshole with you the second I opened my mouth.” He says looking down, avoiding her gaze. “​I thought you were looking down on me after I started to shit talk you, doubting what I could do just because I’m… little.” He admits at the end of the sentence with great effort.

Machamps turns its head at the human curiously, attentively listening to his words.

“All my life I've lived having to prove myself! Prove that I’m strong, that I'm capable, and worth something…” He whispers, his voice drenched in shame, rising his head slowly to meet Machamp’s gaze. “But I know it isn't fair to you. You didn't do anything but engage in my stupidy banter.”

“Gyao gy.” Machamp nods, shrugging, trying to assure the human it was all good.

“I’m sorry…” Ethan's eyes tear up, “and I promise to never bother you again, and you will never have to see me again- OA!” He is cut mid apology, Machamp lower arms raising the human with her.

The human body dangles as the Pokemon keeps him staring at her on eye level.

“Gy gy gy!” She says, shaking her head nervously. “Gyao go gy go go!” She mutters determined, pointing her right and left upper hands at Ethan giving him a double thumbs up. She finishes the gesture by smashing both upper hands together like in a handshake.

Ethan stares at her for a few seconds, blinking confused as his brain slowly puts everything together.

“You don't hate me?” He questions, unsure.

Machamp's right upper hand gives an energetic thumbs up.

Feeling positive over her answer Ethan dares another one. “And you want to stay with me?”

“Gyaoh.” She growls cheerfully, giving another thumbs up from her left upper hand gives an energetic thumbs up.

“Nice.” Ethans says smiling. “How about you help me with muscle training and I help you with fighting training.”

Machamp's heart fills with joy, unable to contain herself she gives him a double thumbs up from her lower arms, the ones that were holding him up.

THUD!

“Goddamit!” Ethan groans in pain, but still smiling at his new partner.

#*#*#

“Aaaaah.” Professor Hardas Oak coos as he finishes the story. “My heart has a bonner.”

He chuckles as he adds the report to his files, happy that Ethan gave him all the detailed story without bothering to cut it out anything explicitly or inappropriate.

“Gonna get some extra points for being such a great student.” He barks laughing alone, staring at Ethan's profile. “And I can't wait to see what a hardhead motherfucker like you will become training under a HMOFA Machamp.”

#*#*#

HMOFA Pokemon Profile

- Species: Machamp (Superpower Pokemon)

- National Pokedex: #0068

- Type: Fighting

- Ability: No Guard

- Nature: Bold

- Held Item: Focus Band

- Height: 2.7 m (8 ft 10 in)

- Weight: 280 kg (617 lbs)

- Moveset:

[-] Dynamic Punch

[-] Thunder Punch

[-] Storm Throw

[-] Bulk Up

[#*#*# End of Chapter #*#*#]

E ai gurizada…

[#] Fun fact! Reverse pressing mate in Brazil is called, ‘frango assado invertido’ [reverse rostade chiken]

[#] If you enjoyed this story, you can read all eight chapters I’ve already posted on my P@treon: Avipray.

[#] Here’s what’s already available:

Ch. 04 – Absol [P@treon only]

Ch. 05 – Meganium [P@treon only]

Ch. 06 – Toxtricity [P@treon only]

Ch. 07 – Arcanine [P@treon only]

Ch. 08 – Latias [P@treon only]