Brandon 4 was getting frustrated with the shopkeepers continued insults towards him. "You know, I'm getting pretty sick of you always cutting me down whenever I try to do something which includes trying to help save your hide." he spits out in anger.
The shopkeeper just rolls his eyes. "Fine, if the escape pods are in here, then let a real wo....er man show you how it's done." he says as he rears his fist back and punches through the door, tearing a large hole in it. "That better?" he asks.
It's Brandon 4's turn to roll his eyes. "Whatever lets just go grab a pod so we can get out of here." he says as they both enter the room. Upon getting inside, their asses inflate, getting large enough to stretch the spandex of their jumpsuits as it clings tightly to their figures.
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Brandon 3 tries to remember what his name is when it suddenly comes to him. "I'm Brankles, and I help guard this place. The Master Emerald was recently broken into several pieces and I'm trying to find them to put it back together." he replies.
The group of vagrants look at each other with wide eyes. "How could something like that have happened?" they ask as Brankles just shrugs his shoulders as his waist draws in to start on his new figure.
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Amy was leading Brails outside to where she needed the help at. "It's nothing too big, I think you could probably get it done rather quickly." she says as the two of them are walking towards her motorcycle. As they go towards it, Brails' hips start to expand outwards and sway back and forth with each step he takes.
"So what's wrong with it?" he asks as he glances over at Amy and waiting for her to tell him.
