"Celia..." Keratin tipped fingertips twiddling against folds of denim, the Mareep anxiously awaited his girlfriend's response. Even with multiple layers of fabric standing between them, the Static ability that both Electric-Types possessed worked its wumbo ways.

"No backseat bahhhing! You promised!" Celia huffed out between breaths. Arms swinging at her sides, they brushed against her bountiful bosom that strained at her bra. Every jiggle and bounce, slapping noisily against her gut, drowned out the steadily intensifying rips and tears emnating from the legs of her shorts. As did her quaking footfalls.

"This is just gonna end in another wardrobe malfunction like last time..." Radda mmfffed as the fabric lining her back pocket contoured around his limbs and trapped him firmly against her bloomping behind.