Pokeradiation (Gardevoir TG)

Ari yanked on his hoodie, phone buzzing in his pocket as he double-checked he had his portable charger, backup power bank, and snacks. His heart was already racing, like it always did when a new Pokemon Go event dropped, but this one felt different. This one felt bigger and better than ever before.

He glanced at his phone screen again, reading the event summary for the tenth time.

“Okay, okay… lemme get this straight,” he muttered to himself as he slung on his crossbody bag and headed for the door. “Some kind of Pokemon experiment goes sideways, and boom! The whole region turns into a barren wasteland. No humans left in sight. Just desolate, glowing land and corrupted Pokemon.”

He grabbed his keys, slipping his phone into its case with a grin.

“And now there’s this weird radiation creeping across the map. If nobody figures out the cause soon, it just keeps getting worse.”

Ari opened the door and stepped into the summer heat, eyes already flicking to the AR map overlay on his screen. A deep violet fog had started to creep across his neighborhood in-game.

“But still… I wonder what they mean by “Radiation changes human to pokemon”,” he said, locking up behind him. “From the description it seems like being out in that radiation might actually start... changing people. Into Pokemon. What are they going to do? Turn my avatar into a Gallade?” He snorted. “I still can’t believe that this is like an actual plot written by a non-fanfic writer.”

“Still, it’s such a cool concept. Find the cause, fix the world, maybe dodge turning into a Charizard or whatever.” He laughed to himself. “Man, even if my avatar were to turn, I wouldn't even be mad. Maybe It really is an opportunity to get a new skin for the trainer. Ohhh I can’t wait I need to find out how deep this rabbit hole goes.”

—

The summer sun beat down as Ari walked through the neighborhood, eyes flicking between the real world and the augmented one on his screen. The violet fog on the AR map pulsed faintly, almost like it was alive, and the usual PokeStops had changed, now marked with glitchy, unstable icons labeled “Radiation Fragment Detected.”

“Ooh, here we go,” Ari muttered, tapping the nearest one. A little animation played: A shimmering crystal, twisting in place before snapping into his inventory. 1 Radiation Fragments Collected.

“Okay, so... it’s a shard hunt,” he said, glancing around. A few other players were nearby, phones out, doing the same thing. “Everyone finds fragments. Once we hit the global goal, we unlock a boss fight. Makes sense. But also kinda means... no boss fights yet.”

He sighed, half amused, half impatient. “So basically, we’re playing errand boy for the server. Well, whatever. I’ll be the best damn errand boy out here.”

Hours passed like minutes.

Ari zigzagged around the streets, poking at fragments, dodging traffic, spinning Stops, and tossing balls at the occasional rare and even one shiny Pokemon that appeared. Yet all of them don't quite seem normal, like they have been slightly modified. So awesome to be honest. 

The sun dipped lower in the sky, but the streets still buzzed with players. At one point, he even grabbed a cold drink and plopped down on a curb, watching the event counter climb on the game’s main screen.

“Over halfway already,” he said between sips. “Damn, people are grinding hard today.”

He let out a long sigh and stood back up. “Still, no fights until we hit that threshold. And I already hit today’s fragment cap. Guess that means I’m done for now.”

As he walked home, the evening air felt a little too warm, the light just a bit too fuzzy. There was a weird tingling under his skin, like his limbs were buzzing softly. Not in a bad way… just... odd.

Ari rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled. “Jeez, that grind really got to me. I’m so wired I feel like I’m still vibrating. Or maybe I’m just dehydrated. I did forget lunch.”

He shrugged it off as he turned the final corner toward his place.

“No matter. Tomorrow’s when it gets real. If we hit the threshold overnight, I might finally get to fight something. Maybe even figure out what the ‘epicenter’ is. I hope it’s something wild. A new shadow Mewtwo maybe. Or an evil Arceus. That’d be sick.”

He reached his door, unlocked it, and stepped inside, already kicking off his shoes and pulling his phone out to check the event tracker again.

“Yeah... gonna be a good one.”

What he didn’t notice… or rather, couldn’t notice, was how his reflection in the hallway mirror looked ever so slightly different.

Just a little softer.

—

Ari blinked awake, the soft buzz of morning sunlight seeping through the blinds. He rubbed his face, groggy but excited. Today was battle day… hopefully. If the player base had gone as hard overnight as they did yesterday, then the first fight should be live.

He rolled out of bed, stretched, and immediately paused.

“…Huh.”

The stretch felt weird. Lighter. His shirt clung in places it didn’t used to, and the way his pajama pants hung on his hips felt… off. He shuffled toward the bathroom, flipping on the light.

Then he froze.

The mirror showed someone that kinda looked like him. But also didn’t.

His hair, for one, was longer… Definitely past his ears now, and kind of fluffy. His face looked… smoother? Softer? His jawline had always been a bit rounded, but now it just looked delicate. Then his eyes dropped further down.

Narrower shoulders, slimmer arms, and his waist… 

“What the hell?” he muttered, poking at his side. There was a faint inward curve there now. His hips weren’t wide or anything, but… they weren’t not, either.

Ari stared at his reflection, tilting his head left and right like maybe the angle would fix something. But nope. Same softer, slimmer him in every direction.

He ran a hand through his longer hair, mouth slightly open. “Okay. Uh. That’s new. What even—?”

His mind flashed back to the event description. ‘Exposure to radiation may cause humans to change… into Pokemon.’

He snorted. “No. C’mon. That’s just a gimmick. A theme. Right? I probably just… slept weird. Or the lighting’s bad. Or… something.”

He waved his hands like that would shoo away the confusion.

“And even if, what part of that entailed turning into a… Anyway! Not important.”

He quickly got dressed, clothes felt a little baggier than yesterday, especially in the chest, and grabbed his phone off the charger. The game was already up on screen. A pulsing red icon glowed next to the Radiation Event tracker.

“BATTLE UNLOCKED: Distortion Pulse Detected in Sector 1.”

“YES!” Ari grinned. “Told you they'd unlock it while I was asleep!”

Any lingering weirdness melted away in a flood of excitement. Whatever was happening to his body, or not happening, could wait. There were fragments to gather, raids to scout, and maybe, just maybe, some answers waiting at the epicenter.

He stepped out the door, completely unaware of how much stranger that day was going to get.

—

Ari sat at his usual cafe spot, legs stretched out under the small patio table, a cup of his favorite iced peach tea sweating in his hand. He leaned back in the chair with a long sigh. Tired, but in that good, I’ve-earned-this kind of way.

The game screen dimmed on his phone beside him, still glowing faintly with the aftermath of the second big fight. Two battles in, and both cleared. Flawlessly, even.

He grinned to himself. “Still got it.”

He took a sip of tea and stared off at the sky, mind replaying the chaos from earlier.

The first battle had been against some glitched-out NPC called Professor Raflesia, like, actual boss battle. Apparently she was the one who started the radiation mess. Something about "advancing human evolution" or whatever. Standard Pokemon villain stuff. Ari had barely managed to scrape through that one, half his team fainted by the midwaypoint, but hey, a win’s a win.

Then, mid-fight, bam! A massive Victreebel came crashing down from the sky like some kind of leafy meteor, completely hijacking the match.

He laughed to himself, shaking his head. “No way anyone saw that coming.”

The battle had shifted into high gear, and that thing hit hard. People online were already calling it “The Doomtreebell.” But Ari handled it strategy tight, and not to brag or anything, but he even made the local leaderboard. That was worth a second tea.

“Professor’s gonna come back, I know it,” he muttered into his cup. “Final boss energy all over her. Can’t wait.”

Still, not everything about today had been perfect.

He tugged slightly at the hem of his shirt. Baggy. Really baggy. Like it belonged to someone a size up, except it was very obvious that he had lost weight. But the bigger problem was actually on the other side, and if anything, the exact opposite.

The real problem had been his pants.

Midway through the event grind, he’d had to run back home and change because, somehow, his usual pair had turned into a torture device. His hips had been squeezed so tight he was worried they might leave a permanent crease.

He’d swapped into some older, stretchier pants, loose at the waist, usually. Not anymore.

Now they clung to his lower half like they were holding on for dear life.

He finished his tea, stood up, and gave the cafe table a little nod of farewell. He could feel the fabric straining as he moved. Every step home was a reminder that something down there had gotten thicker… hips and thighs… definitely thicker thighs.

“Maybe I gotta skip leg day for once,” he joked under his breath, trying to laugh it off. “Maybe that will help…? Ahaha…”

The walk home was quiet. Phone in his bag, shirt hanging loosely over his figure, and pants whispering soft cries of mercy with each step.

Still... tomorrow was a new day. Maybe the event would get even better. Maybe even another boss fight? 

Who knew.

All he could do was go to bed and hope that when he'd wake up tomorrow, everything would be back to normal.

—

Ari groaned as he sat up in bed, eyes still half-shut. Muscles ached in weird places. His back felt... heavy? His legs felt kinda stiff. And everything just felt off in a way that instantly rang alarm bells.

He blinked, then blinked again.

His vision wasn’t blurry, he just didn’t recognize the body in his peripheral.

“…Wait.”

He threw off the sheets and scrambled to the bathroom, bare feet slapping tile. He flicked on the light and nearly choked.

“Oh. Oh.”

The mirror didn’t show a guy anymore. Not even a maybe-androgynous kinda-boy. It showed a girl. A very feminine, very curvy, very not-him girl.

His… no, her… hair now spilled down past her shoulders, silky and slightly wavy, framing a face that could’ve been stolen from an anime character. Big eyes. Soft cheeks. A small, delicate nose. Her shirt clung around a very real, very noticeable chest. Not subtle. Not “maybe.” Definitely boobs.

Her waist had pinched in even more, giving way to hips that had fully committed to being hips. Her thighs were thick. Like, unapologetically thick. Somewhere behind her, she could feel the weight of a butt that now existed in a way it definitely hadn’t before.

Ari stared in open-mouthed silence.

“…What the hell.”

She twisted slightly, checking the side profile. Yep. Still there. She turned and looked over her shoulder. Double yep. Triple yep. She even reached up and cupped her own chest like she didn’t believe it, then immediately pulled her hands away like she’d touched something hot.

“Oh my god. I look like... like someone designed me. This is full-on hot girl mode. I’m like, two inches of thigh away from being on a cosplay poster.”

She leaned in close to the mirror, squinting. “I mean, it’s a good look, but... this is me? This is real??”

She touched her cheek. Soft.

Her chest. Still soft. Still real.

She let out a long, slow breath and leaned both hands against the sink. Then slowly moved them towards her privates… and let out a sigh.

“Welp… not fully a girl yet at least. Guess I am still a he for now after all. But how did that happen? What did I do…?”

A beat of silence.

Then he shook his head.

“Okay. Nope. Later problem. I’ve got boss fights to chase.”

Just because he was apparently 90% done to becoming a real-life waifu didn’t mean he was skipping out on one of the coolest events the game had ever dropped. There was still a whole corrupted zone to uncover, fragments to collect, and probably some endgame twist coming up.

He dug through his closet, looking for anything that might still fit. After rejecting two pairs of jeans, one hoodie, and a tight tee that now clung way too high across his chest, he finally settled on some stretchy joggers and an oversized tank top that hung just right.

The mirror caught one last glance of him. He might now be curvy and awkward, but gosh dang it he was determined.

Then he was out the door again, phone in hand, ready to see just where this event was taking him next.

—

Ari sat at the cafe again, her usual spot, with her usual iced, peach and perfect tea. But nothing else about today felt normal.

She crossed her legs under the table, felt the breeze flirt against her thighs, and let out a long, steady exhale.

“So... that happened.”

When she left home that morning, she’d still been decidedly male. Curvy, yeah, soft and very female-presenting, sure, but technically still riding the razor’s edge. One foot in, one foot out. But now? Nope. That line had been crossed. Burned. Disintegrated in a blast of pixelated particles and heat.

It all happened during one of the most chaotic, and admittedly coolest, fights she’d ever experienced in the game.

Ten players. One boss. Dududunsparce.

Yes, that was actually its name.

Creative bankruptcy aside, the fight had been pure fire. The thing was glitchy and fast and had some wild mechanics. Summoning more Dudunspaces to fight alongside it, using moves never seen before and even splitting into three separate forms that each could meld back into one full being if you didn't deal enough damage. The music was pure fire too. 

And then, the moment it went down, health bar gone, giant mon fainting in front of the virtual screen, it happened.

Ari had just raised her arms in celebration when a sudden heat bloomed between her legs. Not just warm. Molten. It hit so fast and sharp that she gasped, nearly doubling over right there in the middle of the street.

And then she moaned.

Loud.

Louder than she’d like to admit.

Right in front of like a bajillion people on the street.

She immediately clapped her hands over her mouth, eyes wide, cheeks burning so hot they could’ve fried a Tamato Berry. She prayed. Prayed that no one heard.

But she doubted it.

Because… she’d heard others.

Girls. Moaning. All at once, like some weird domino effect. A chorus of “Ohhh!” and “Ahn!” erupted up and down the street. Guys had gone strangely quiet, and the crowd looked… different.

More feminine. Noticeably.

And fewer guys. Way fewer.

“Was… was everyone turning into girls…?” she whispered.

No one answered, but she had a strong suspicion the answer was: yes.

Still, Ari sipped her tea, legs crossed, now fully comfortable in her new, unmistakably feminine body. She had boobs. Hips. A voice that sounded like it belonged in a JRPG. And nothing left between her legs to argue otherwise.

“Well. That’s that.”

At least she’d gone shopping after the fight. The old joggers were officially a lost cause, and her usual shirts were just not made for her puppies. Now she had something cute, breathable, and made for this exact her-shaped situation.

She paid her tab, stood up, and headed home with a little sway in her step, not intentional, just... built-in now, apparently.

And honestly. She wasn’t even mad.

Now that she was already a girl, what else could possibly change?

—

Ari stood in front of the mirror again.

Hands on the sink. Brows furrowed. Expression caught somewhere between “mild horror” and “well, that’s new.”

“…Okay. So maybe daring the universe to hit me with more changes was a bad idea.”

Her reflection blinked back at her, mostly still her, but every day it was getting harder to tell where “Ari” stopped and “whatever-she-was-becoming” began. Or maybe the Ari she knew was the change we met along the way. Err…

Hair. Yes. For starters, her hair. It wasn’t just long and brown anymore. It was shifting. Strands were fusing together, almost like ribbons, forming a sleek, singular mass that swept behind her like some kind of sculpted anime helmet. And it was green now. Not dyed green. Not light-reflecting-weird green. Just... green. Actual green. With like a single black strand of “hair” left.

She reached up to touch it and flinched slightly. It didn’t feel like regular hair anymore. It felt softer, silkier.

Then there were her fingers.

“Nope, even looking at them a fifth time doesn't make them feel more natural.” she muttered, holding up one hand.

Three digits.

Still functional, sure, but where five fingers had once been, three elegant, fused-together ones remained. Smooth, flexible, disturbingly natural-feeling. Like her body had just decided that was more efficient or something.

The same story with her toes. Fused and tapered, almost to what looked like a singular point. Kinda cute in a weird way, but definitely not human.

The transformation wasn’t just playing around anymore. It was going all in.

Her chest had swelled again overnight. She didn’t just need a bra, now apparently she needed architectural reinforcement. And her hips had gone from “wow” to “whoa” in record time. She shifted her weight slightly, feeling how easily her thighs brushed together now.

“Oh my god. I’m a full-on hourglass now,” she whispered. “This is ridiculous.”

Then she noticed her skin tone. Paler. Brighter. Not sickly pale… just… unnaturally smooth and glowing, like someone had cranked the brightness up past “human.” Almost pearlescent, like porcelain.

She leaned closer, eyes scanning the inhuman sheen.

“Wait... green hair, white skin, this hairstyle, big eyes, tiny hands...”

Her voice trailed off. Her eyes narrowed.

“…I’ve seen this before.”

She didn't want to say it out loud. Not yet. But something in the back of her brain was screaming the name.

Still, one thing was certain: she wasn’t done changing. Not even close.

But hey, what was she gonna do? Not play the best Pokemon Go event ever?

Ari sighed, pulled on the stretchiest, softest, most forgiving clothes she could find. At this point, shopping in the maternity section might’ve even been an option, but she digressed,  grabbing her phone on her way to the door.

The event wasn’t over yet. And honestly, she was curious to see just where this event was going.

“Guess I’ll figure it out when I evolve further Hehe”

With one last look in the mirror, she stepped outside, hips swaying, fingers flexing oddly, hair gleaming green in the sunlight.

Time to catch more corrupted Pokemon.

—

Ari sat at the cafe again, her usual spot, with her usual iced, peach and perfect tea. The sun dipped low over the rooftops, painting the sky in shades of cotton candy pink. She took a slow sip and smiled.

Today. 

Today was a good day.

Sure, she was changing even more. Like, no getting around it at this point. The number of girls walking around the streets had officially reached “almost everyone,” and Ari was far from the only one sporting a suspiciously familiar color scheme or suspiciously bouncy curves.

But still, she felt... great. Happy. Kinda floaty, if she were being honest.

And hey, she didn’t even stand out that much anymore, since everyone was going through the same thing.

Well, aside from the very obvious red spike now jutting out from between her frankly ridiculous boobs. That made it really obvious about what she was becoming

She glanced down at it, watching the way it glinted faintly in the evening light. Yup. That was definitely a Gardevoir chest spike. Right there. On her. Just poking out like it belonged there.

“Okay,” she muttered, chuckling into her tea. “We’re really doing this.”

And it wasn’t subtle either. Her hips had gone full motherly goddess mode, and her thighs were now certified thunder. Her butt... She didn’t even want to know. Probably breaking hearts every time she walked past a bus station.

Not that she was complaining.

At this point, it was obvious, she wasn’t just becoming a Gardevoir. She was becoming someone’s heavily fan-arted version of one. Like, one of those internet redesigns where someone said “Let’s take Gardevoir and crank the sex appeal to 11.” and her body had apparently said, “Bet.”

She still wasn’t fully there yet, her chest still tingled sometimes, like it was shifting further, refining, growing more “Gardevoir-y.” But she knew. She could feel it.

The final form was close.

And honestly?

“Who cares?” she whispered, grinning. “Gardevoirs are awesome.”

Way better than, say, becoming a Charizard girl. Not that she'd judge, someone was probably into that, but she was pretty thrilled with where her path had landed.

And speaking of thrills, she had cashed out today.

The game had issued a new warning mid-day: “The closer you get to the epicenter, the worse the effects on your body... but the better the shiny odds.”

Ari had nearly dropped her phone.

She’d bolted toward the nearest fragment cluster like her life depended on it.

And wouldn’t you know it?

Shiny Ralts.

She squealed just thinking about it again. The tiny little blue adorableness sparkled right into her arms, and she’d named it Destiny. Because obviously. This was fate. Cosmic alignment. Radiation-blessed fortune.

Was she mutating into a super curvy psychic fairy waifu? Yes.

Was she winning?

Also yes.

She took one last sip of her tea and stood up, feeling the familiar soft bounce of her chest and the gentle sway of her, ahem, assets. Her clothes, thankfully, had held up. The post-battle shopping trip had saved her fashion life.

Giant Pokemon boss battles had gone live today, too, but Ari had skipped them. Too busy shiny hunting. Priorities, you know?

Besides, there was always tomorrow.

And tomorrow?

Oh, she could feel it in her bones. It was going to be something amazing.

—

The final battle had begun.

Professor Raflesia, once brilliant, now corrupted by her own obsession with human-Pokemon fusion, stood at the heart of the wasteland, her glitching lab-void swirling behind her. Her final stand was anything but a formality. This wasn’t just lore. This was war.

She hurled out Pokemon after Pokemon, her arsenal seemingly endless. Glitched-out Venusaur. Giant Meganium. Even a G-Max Appletun. Like every plant based pokemon in existence together with every mechanic from every game that has come out so far. The battlefield quaked beneath the weight of her power, and the players… no, Pokegirls, now fully changed by the radiation, fought tooth and nail to hold the line. What a boss battle. 

It again, was a 10 v 1, and even that was hard on the players!

Ari’s team had been nearly wiped. Her Gardevoir body pulsed with every breath, sweat clinging to her glowing skin, with a smile plastered across her face like a battle maniac having found her equal. All she had left was her Crobat, and even that one's health bar was blinking red.

Three trainers remained active. Just three.

Everyone else had been wiped out.

And then, the final Pokemon in Raflesia’s lineup fell.

But it wasn’t over.

She grinned, stepped forward, and changed.

Right before their eyes, her body twisted and shimmered, leaves unfolding around her as she revealed her final form: Bellossom Girl Raflesia, crowned in flowers, blooming with unnatural grace. And once again maybe improved a little too much by the internet.

Her eyes glowed.

“Natures Victory Dance.”

A pulse of radiant, viridian energy exploded across the field.

All Pokemon collapsed. Zero HP. Every team. Every mon.

Defeat was seconds away.

Raflesia laughed, triumphant. “You fools. You’ve already lost. You’ve become Pokemon yourselves. I am the future! And you are nothing but failed prototypes!”

But then, the trainers stepped forward.

Ten figures, each glowing, transformed by the very radiation she unleashed. The final twist. The final evolution. No longer just players. No longer just humans.

Pokegirls, reborn with power beyond the screen.

And they fought back.

Not with Pokeballs. Not with items.

With moves.

From their hands. Their eyes. Their hearts.

Flamethrowers, Moonblasts, Aura Spheres. The field exploded into pure light. Ari stood at the center, arms raised, energy pulsing around her chest gem, voice calm.

“Your experiment failed,” she said. “But we didn’t.”

Psystrike.

The psychic wave tore through the battlefield like a comet. It struck Raflesia dead center, through her glitch aura and through her arrogance.

She screamed, pixelated flowers wilting.

And then she was gone.

VICTORY.

The sky cracked open. The wasteland shimmered.

The radiation faded.

And the Pokemon world was saved.

—

🎉 EVENT COMPLETE!
Thanks to your efforts, the corruption has been stopped and the balance between humans and Pokemon restored... well, sort of. 😉
Looks like things are going to be a little different from now on.

You earned:
✨ 1x Ultra Shiny Lure
✨ 3x Legendary Candy
✨ 1x Title: “Psystrike Vanguard”
✨ Avatar Skin Unlocked: “Gardevoir Girl Ari”

See you next time, Trainer.

—

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHH—!!”

Ari practically squealed, slapping both hands over her face and vibrating in place like a sugar-overdosed Joltik. She was getting looks from a few of the other cafe patrons, but she couldn’t care less.

“That. Was. SO. COOL!!” she whispered harshly into her hands. “I did a Psystrike! ME! I used a real Pokemon move in-game! What the hell!?”

She flopped back into her seat, heart racing, iced peach tea in hand, glowing like she’d just been crowned queen of the world. Honestly… She kinda had been.

Everything had gone beyond anything she imagined. That final battle. The twist. The teamwork. The fact that she herself had blasted the corrupted professor out of existence with a glowing psychic death beam. And it was canon! As far as the game was concerned, it was real.

Ari sipped her tea with a deep, content sigh.

She felt amazing.

Her new body wasn’t just different now, it was complete. Her transformation into a Gardevoir girl had finished sometime between the final blow and her post-battle shopping trip. Her feet had fused into elegant points, a perfect match for that signature Gardevoir silhouette. Yet her thighs took a bit more towards the creative liberties of a Gardevoir design.

Her chest had grown again (because of course it had), but even with her, ahem, generous bust, the red spike now protruding proudly through her chest remained center stage, gleaming with power.

Her hairline had shifted to that iconic Gardevoir curve, flowing sleekly down her shoulders. Most of it had gone that signature soft green, but the black streak, her last human flair, had held on. A stubborn survivor to the very end. And she loved it.

Her skin was smooth and pale, almost pearly, like living snowlight. Everything about her felt elegant, alien and powerful. She was a Gardevoir girl. A sexy, cute, totally badass Gardevoir girl who just helped save the Pokemon world and looked fabulous doing it.

And now?

Now she was basking in victory. Chilling in her favorite cafe. Living her best life.

She pushed her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose, smirked, and stood, hips swaying effortlessly, confidence radiating like sunlight. She tossed a few coins on the table for her tea and turned on her heel.

After all, the event might be over...

But there were still Pokemon to catch.

And shiny odds were still boosted, baby.

With a swish of green hair and the soft click of her phone powering up, Ari strutted back into the world.

Who cared what she used to be?

She was her now.

And she had places to be.

—

Imagine a pokemon game so good it turns you into a pokemon! What a concept!