Gotta Catch Some of Em'!
Author notes:
I'd love some feedback if this whole comic thing is at all appealing or if I'm shooting blanks with it. When I make comics I will always try to include the images in full resolution that are used in it of course.
Gotta Catch Some of Em'!
The tall grass of Route 102 was being trampled flat, not by a Snorlax, but by the sheer, heavy presence of a singular Psychic-type.
"ASH!! I found her!" Misty screamed, pointing a trembling finger into the clearing.
There, kneeling in the grass, was a Gardevoir that defied every entry in the Pokédex
She wasn't the slender, elegant dancer usually described. She was an absolute unit of biological engineering. As she looked up, confused, her movement caused the green skin of her shoulders to bunch up into striated knots of muscle. Her biceps were so engorged they pressed firmly against her forearms, and the red fin on her chest was nearly swallowed by the aggressive shelf of her upper pectoral muscles.
Ash froze, the empty Pokéball slick with sweat in his hand. He wasn't looking at a Pokémon; he was looking at a bodybuilder painted green.
"Get the damn Pokeball!!" Misty yelled, her patience wearing thin as the Titan shifted her weight.
The Gardevoir flinched, her massive deltoids rising to protect her neck. Even in a defensive posture, she looked like she could bench-press a Geodude without breaking a sweat. Ash panicked and chucked the ball.
It sailed wide, bouncing uselessly into the bushes.
The Gardevoir, startled by the projectile, scrambled to her feet. The ground shook as she turned, revealing a set of hamstrings and glutes that looked like they were carved from granite.
"OMG you missed!! After her!" Misty shrieked, grabbing Ash by the collar and shoving him forward.
They chased the fleeing Titan into the woods, though "fleeing" was a generous term for the earth-shaking strides she took. She didn't get far. Instinctively, she tried to hide behind the nearest tree.
It was a comical failure.
Ash skidded to a halt, staring at the sight. The Gardevoir was hugging a tree trunk that was maybe ten inches wide. She, however, was a wall of muscle three times that width. Her back was a terrifying display of anatomy; her lats flared out like a cobra’s hood, dwarfing the tree, while her trapezius muscles rose up like twin mountains behind her head. The muscles in her back—the erector spinae—were as thick as pythons, rippling beneath the green skin as she trembled, trying to make herself "small."
She peeked around the tree with a shy, teary eye, completely unaware that her massive, vascular biceps were sticking out two feet on either side of the bark.
Ash lowered his hand, the next Pokéball forgotten in his grip. He looked at the trembling mountain of muscle, then back at his friend.
"I don't know Misty... This doesn't feel right..." he muttered, realizing this Pokémon might be more suited for a wrestling federation than a gym badge.