He Ming has a farm to run. Though his own Pokemon are helpful and the farm isn't that large in the grand scheme of things, it's a sizable operation for one person to work on.
The sun is fully risen by the time he comes to Ilima's kennel with a fresh dish of food cubes.
"Good morning!" Smiling, He Ming comes up to the door and crouches down to check on his subject. Ilima's thighs and ass are somewhat more rounded out than even yesterday night, and his small breasts are beginning to swell with more milk in preparation for his pups.
The treatment is working excellently. He pushes the dish of food through the flap for Ilima, reaching through the bars to ruffle his hair gently as he eats.
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The sun is fully risen by the time he comes to Ilima's kennel with a fresh dish of food cubes.
"Good morning!" Smiling, He Ming comes up to the door and crouches down to check on his subject. Ilima's thighs and ass are somewhat more rounded out than even yesterday night, and his small breasts are beginning to swell with more milk in preparation for his pups.
The treatment is working excellently. He pushes the dish of food through the flap for Ilima, reaching through the bars to ruffle his hair gently as he eats.