The trip there is mostly uneventful, and the shopping trip begins!

Chapter by Nenen

Your family trip to town was rather uneventful, all things told. Some Pokémon looked at you, or rather, you and your Daughter’s united form. Some gazes were of amazement, some of curiosity, a fair number of them had lust in them. You can’t help but feel good at it, enjoying the feeling of your body moving on its own, your breast pressed tight against the top worn by your daughter and your ass struggling to be contained within her pants. You’re not sure you can say the same about Palkia though, she appears nervous. [“Is everything okay Palkia? Ah, and just think about what you want to say to me. That will be enough for me to hear you.”] You feel her shudder for a moment, having forgotten that you’re here within her, but feel your shared head quickly nod. (“I… this is… new, Mother.”) You nod within your mind. [“I know dear. If you feel any discomfort then tell me and I’ll reverse things immediately.”]

(“No! I-I mean, your f-form will never give me discomfort Mother. Is just… y-you’re very… b-big.”)

[“We are very big, Palkia. We are one at this moment, though purely in body. And as I said, if you don’t feel comfortable like this then tell me. I want you to tell me if you don’t feel good with the gazes of the citizens or with the way your body feels compared to normal, understood?”] You used a firm tone there. You know they want to please their mother so they will most likely not speak up about their discomfort. You have to pry it out of them. Hopefully one day they’ll feel more free and at ease around you.

(“B-but Mother…”) You sigh. [“No buts Palkia. I’m your Mother, I worry for you. I want you to tell me how you truly feel, not what will put me at ease.”] You can feel and see your vision shift as Palkia thinks. (“O-okay, Mother. I… I-I’ll try.”) You smile in your mind, and try to send her a bit of your feelings, to show you’re happy and proud. [“That’s all I ask of you, my daughter.”] Your shared face blush, making you giggle out loud in your mind. In no time you reach a clothing store, the first of many no doubt. It has a sign that shows Mewtwo, the actress, making publicity for the site. You wonder how she is as a person. In media Mewtwo is usually shown as proud, cold and distant.

Soon you enter the shop, a female Zoroark with fair assets greeting the sisters. Though she maintains her best demeanor, you can tell that she did not expect the presence of not one, but 2 (actually 3) Legendaries in the shop. “Welcome! How may I help you, Miss?” Dialga is the one that speaks for you all, her mind set in the objective. “We’re looking for fitting clothing for my Mo… most dear acquaintance.” Nice save Dialga. “Can you show me what you have for her size?” Yoru shared form stands only a head taller than hers, but it must have quite the presence, having the power of 2 Legendaries in one. “Of course Miss! Right this way!” You gotta give it to the Zoroark. She’s handling herself pretty well. You pass by aisles, the shop surprisingly empty. [“Why are there no more Pokémon in the store? I would assume these would be filled with patronage.”]

(“Usually they have many people, but at this hour of the day most Pokémon are either at school, college or at work. It is the best time to shop in my opinion.”) Makes sense you think. [“Thank you my dear.”] (“Anytime Mother.”) You can feel her pride at answering her mother, which fills you with happiness yourself.

The employee shows you to the section of the shop that has clothes for your size. Since Pokémon have many different forms and sizes, stores seem to be set with that in mind, at least to what Palkia tells you. “Thank you, now if you excuse us, we would like some privacy,”

“Of course! Have a great time Miss.” The employee then leaves, leaving you 3 alone in here.

“Alright then. M-Mother? Could you… t-take control of Palkia?” Dialga stutters as she blushes, still not used to the situation.

[“Are you alright with it Palkia?”] (“O-Of course Mother! Go right ahead!”) After her confirmation you focus and push her mind further back, taking her place in having control of your shared form, but allowing her to see, hear and feel everything. “I’m here my dear. What do you wish of me?” It is strange, speaking with what is mostly Palkia's voice. But also kind of exciting.

“W-well, um… I think y-you should pick your own clothing… there’s c-changing rooms t-t-there.” You then feel a shift in the air, and the taste of… diamonds? How do you know how diamonds taste? “I’ll keep time stopped around us! So that no one can interrupt you!” She speaks really fast and then turns around, face beet red. You simply blink. “T-thank you, my daughter.” That surprised you, not gonna lie. (“I’ve never seen Dialga this flustered before.”) Palkia says with surprise in her voice. [“Is she not usually like this?”] (“No, she’s more like when she spoke to the employee.”) ["I see. There is much about you two I still need to learn to truly call myself your Mother."] ("N-not at all, Mother! You are out Mother, and always will be! We justs... have to... spend some time together!") She's really trying to connect with you despite it all. It warms your heart to know that. ["You are right. For now though, I think we should try on some of this clothing.”] (“O-okay, Mother.”)

You then proceed to grab a decent number of different clothing and take it to the changing room. There you proceed to undress, taking off Palkia’s top, followed by taking off her bra, freeing your shared breasts from their imprisonment and letting out a relieved sigh. “This feels much better~”. You then push your pants downwards, having some trouble getting them past your big ass. Eventually you succeed though. Then you grab her panties and slide them down, realizing that they were buried deep within your shared asscheeks. With all that done you take a look at the full body mirror in the changing room. “Mmm…” You hold a breast with your hand, feeling its weight and softness. Then you move a hand around your fused waist and thighs, loving how big they are. You turn around, getting a look at your combined ass, big and firm. You resist giving it a slap with all your willpower. “So this is what our combined form is like… What do you think, my daughter?” (“I-it is very g-g-good, M-mother.”) You admit you were enjoying how flustered they were for a while, but you are feeling bad for them now. [“Dialga, my sweet daughter. It is clear you’re not comfortable in this situation. I believe it is best for us to separate and for me to try on this clothing with my form so I do not cause you discomfort.”] To your surprise Palkia says nothing. Her initial response to you suggesting she wasn’t comfortable was for her to scream otherwise, now, she’s silent. [“... however, that is purely my opinion, made solely based on what I’ve observed, but not heard from you. Will you tell me what’s on your mind, my daughter? Please?”]

(“... I… I-I like it… h-how we look and f-f-feel.. it is very n-nice, Mother.”)

[“I’m very glad to hear you say that, Palkia. But there is more, isn’t it? It is okay to tell me, I will not judge you nor be mad at you without reason.”]

(W-well… your form feels very good, Mother. It really, really, feels good. I… I-I have been having peculiar t-thoughts, however. I… have been w-wondering how it would feel to… e-e-explore our f-form, Mother… I’m sorry, Mother!”) So that’s what it was.

[“Palkia, listen to me, and listen well. If you find my form pleasant then know I find nothing wrong with it. If sharing my form can help us become closer after millenia of separation then I will allow you to feel it to your heart's content, my sweet daughter.”]

(“Mother… I…”)

[“However, I do not believe this to be the place for it, nor the time. I also believe your sister deserves to experience this as well if she wishes so.”]

(“O-of course! It is only just.”)

[“Also, let me tell you this, my daughter. Your own form is beautiful on its own. Never think less of you nor compare yourself to me in that regard. Understood? You’re perfect just the way you are, and I wouldn’t want you to be any different. I love you as you are. Yourself. Never forget that.”] You can hear Palkia at a loss for words at that, then you hear her sobbing.

(“Mother… thank you… I… I love you too… Mom…”) You hug yourself, knowing that Palkia will feel it too.

[“I know my dear. Now we should start trying out some outfits I believe. Would you help me pick those that you believe would fit me?”]

(“Of course! Mother!”)

Suggestions:

•You let Palkia pick outfits, with she becoming less tense with each.

•You try some outfits, and Palkia can't help but be flustered.

•something else