With nothing readily coming to mind as a preferred way to spend her impromptu free day Paige sighs, looking to the still-cowering Furret on the floor before her.
"...Oh get up already Fritz," she sasses her pokémon as she gives up on coming up with a plan, "we're going out on a walk, okay?"
His ears perking right back up, the mastiff-sized Furret practically leaps back up off the floor to do laps around her ankles, chittering with excitement.
"Yeah that's what I thought," the copper-haired teen says with a relaxed smile dominating her freckled face as she fondly looks at her pet, "you'll behave while we're in public so I don't have to put you in your pokéball, right?"
Fritz's big fuzzy head frantically nods, and Paige reluctantly accepts his earnest assurance.
"Well come on then," the teen trainer says as she moves for the door out of her bedroom, "let's go see what's going on around Phageport on this particular Monday morning."
The Furret-cum-slicked state of her jean's bottoms forgotten in her nervous excitement over a day skipping school, Paige practically prances out of her room.
Her jeans utterly unable to hide the massive outline of a foot of cock going down one pant leg or the pair of avocado-sized testicles bulging in the other, the lithe teen feels self-conscious about how her bits jiggle and wobble as she jogs down her home's stairs.
Blushing as she quickly adjusts the grotesquely over-sized parts that have seen her so mocked at school that she has no social life, the freckled teen pokémon trainer reaches the front door.
"I'm going out," the big-dicked herm calls out to her mother without figuring out which room she's in, "have a good day mom!"
"Okay honey," comes the muffled voice of Paige's mother from what sounds like the living room, "I love you!"
"Love you too," the copper-haired teen says back knowing full well she'll get hell if she doesn't, "see you later!"
She wastes no more time rushing out of the house, lest she be questioned about classes she doesn't plan to attend.
Free from her home and her mother's scrutiny, Paige takes a deep and relieved breath of Phageport's slightly salty air, and sighs.
"I wonder what we'll find," the teen trainer packing a massive member between her legs despite her girlishness wonders as she looks around, "I'm sure something interesting's going on somewhere in town today, right?"
Fritz doesn't have anything to say to that, what with being a pokémon, and he simply trundles along in companionable silence at Paige's heels as she sets off for a day of adventure while playing hooky from trainer school.
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