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Forced Shipping story, a comedic "romance" starring Brock, contains few mature-ish scenes. Art by talented
Note: Brock in this story is 18 .
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This day looked like many others. Traveling the world, learning about Pokemon, finding your one true love. Typical Monday for Brock.
"My angel, come back! We're meant for each other!" screamed Brock, running after the girl he met five minutes ago, his eyes turned into giant hearts.
"For the last time: I'm not interested!" yelled back the pretty girl in front of him, keeping a distance from her unwanted admirer. She jumped over the nearest fence and ran towards the doors. Brock tried to follow and his face was suddenly hit with a flamethrower.
He fell barely conscious.
"Good Growlithe," The girl petted her Pokemon fire dog. "As for you: leave me alone or I'll call Officer Jenny!"
The girl slammed the door. Surprisingly Brock recovered instantly and then ran to knock on the neighbor's doors.
"Excuse me, sir, can you tell me what is the name of an angel living next to you?"
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This evening Growlithe found an extra bowl of snacks, with some sleeping pills inside.
"~Oh, Catherine, oh Catherine. The beauty of an angel, named Catherine."
Room on the first floor lightened up. Human silhouette looked down to see Brock wearing a costume of a Middle Age bard and playing (badly) on a lute.
" ♪ The figure to be adored, the lips to be kissed.
So many valors, too many to list.
Saw you once, I'm under your spell,
When I know I'm near you, I just want to yeell! ♫ "
"Catherine!" Brock fell to his knees. "Don't deny the world our love! Give me a sign and I'm all yours!"
She opened the window! And leaned towards him! Brock's face expressed blissful happiness. Then she jumped. And as her shadow grew larger and larger, his face changed from joy to horror.
Brock was squashed under a very, veeery fat butt.
"Oh, darling! Where have you been all my life?" Snorlax-like woman cuddled Brock to her enormous cleavage. She was old too. She could've been Brock's mother, maybe even his grandma!
"M-madame, wait! I thought..."
"Shhhh," she shut his mouth with her plump hand. "Let our lips do the talking."
Not waiting for any second longer, she pulled Brock in a passionate kiss. His eyes opened wide in shock as he desperately tried to move an inch out of the colossal weight over him, but with no success. Her lips greedily painted his face in red. With each new thrust the lute trapped under her lard squeaked, making sob-like noises. When she finally stopped, Brock was unconscious.
The old lady pulled out a Pokeball between her breasts and released Machamp.
"Carry him to church, quickly before he wakes up! I'll join you in a minute." Catherine hurried back to her house and pulled out a white dress. "Finally, a man! I wonder what his name..."
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Janet, the attractive girl from the start of the story, was in a pretty bad mood. She left her wallet during yesterday's visit. It was the fault of that shut-eyed weirdo. At least he was nowhere to be seen.
"Hi Mum, have you seen my...." she stopped in the middle of the doors. "You!"
Janet walked closer, pointing accusingly at Brock sitting in a chair.
"What are you doing in my mom's house?! Are you spying on me!? Should I call cops!?.... And why are you covered with lip marks???"
Brock just whimpered quietly. Janet didn't notice that his ankles and wrists were tied up.
"Janet!" Catherine walked into the room, wearing a pink bathrobe, a bit too small, barely covering her large tits. "I didn't expect you today."
She passed her daughter, sat on Brock's lap and, to her daughter's surprise, gave him a big wet kiss.
"Janet, meet my stud muffin," she smiled.
"Your...what?" Janet turned green.
"I'm sorry I didn't invite you to the wedding, but the thing went so... spontaneously." giggled Catherine wrapping her arms around Brock and pushing his head into her mammaries, in act experts call 'marshmallow hell'. At the same time, her other hand moved down his back. Brock could hear a snipping sound.
Janet looked to the left. There was a big photo of Brock in a tuxedo trying to crawl away, with her mother in the wedding dress laying on him, smothering him with kisses. It had to happen less than 24h hours ago.
Janet forced a smile, trying not to barf.
"I'm so... happy for you," she turned to Brock. "Stud mu...um, whatever your name was, I wish you best of luck with my mother."
"I-I..."
Before Brock muttered anything more, Janet leaned into a hug and whispered to his ear.
"My mum took break-up with dad real bad. If it was a trick to get to me and you'll her hurt feeling, I will find you and I will end you."
At that moment Catherine finished cutting and Brock's shirt fell off. She moved plump fingers on his abs, feeling his muscles.
"Um, I better go," Janet moved slowly towards the doors, starting to feel uncomfortable again. Especially since her mother wasn't done with cutting. "You lovebirds have um, fun."
"Waaaaaait!" Before she closed the door, half-naked Brock somehow freed himself and ran toward her. He almost passed her, but a wall of flame burned his face. He fell on the ground, little waterfalls pouring from his eyes.
"Oooh, did my stud muffin get hurt?" Catherine threw Growlithe a snack and walked towards Brock, swaying her hips. "Come here, hot stuff, mommy's kisses gonna make it all better.~"
At that moment her bathrobe fell down and Janet immediately slammed the door.
Janet heard inhuman screams mixed with girly giggles and other sounds, way too suggestive for her imagination. She still didn't get her wallet, but suddenly it seemed much less important.
THE END
Related images
https://www.deviantart.com/saturnxart/art/GILF-loves-Brock-648469725
https://www.deviantart.com/saturnxart/art/COMM-Brock-s-GILF-Romance-714592627