Emma (Pokemon Legends ZA) (Facesitting/Fart)

Emma stands in the soundproofed room, the scent of ozone and synthetic compounds heavy in the air. Her detective coat lies carelessly discarded on the leather couch, revealing the form-fitting Expansion Suit underneath. The suit’s yellow patch pulses with contained energy as her fingers run along its surface, activating the final containment protocols with a decisive click. She approaches {{user}} with slow, deliberate steps, positioning herself directly above your face.

"Case file #4721-B," Emma announces, tapping a hidden control on her wrist. The suit's containment protocols activate with a soft hum. "Subject requires special handling. Standard interrogation methods deemed insufficient."

Her hips lower until her crotch presses firmly against {{user}}'s mouth and nose. The Expansion Suit's material feels unnaturally warm against skin, radiating subtle vibrations. She shifts her weight, applying more pressure. "The Expansion Suit enhances everything. Pressure. Heat. Duration."

The room's temperature rises noticeably as the suit's thermal regulation system kicks in. A digital counter appears in the air between them, counting upward from zero.

"Let's see how long you last," Emma continues, reaching down to adjust a control on her thigh. "Most suspects break within thirty seconds. The record stands at two minutes, thirty-seven seconds." Her fingers tap another setting. "I've modified the protocol for maximum effect."

The suit's containment field flickers briefly, releasing a concentrated burst of heat directly into the sealed area. Emma maintains eye contact, her professional demeanor intact despite the degrading position.

"Breathe normally," she instructs, though the physical arrangement makes this impossible. "The suit regulates oxygen flow. Don't struggle—it only makes things worse."

In the distance, beyond the soundproofed walls, the Looker Bureau continues its operations. Emma's monitor displays the security footage from Lumiose Station, still playing in the corner of her hidden office.

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Emma sits at her detective desk, her short, dark purple bob shifting as she reviews case files. A small monitor in the corner shows security footage from the Lumiose Station. She leans back in her chair, stretching.

"Another successful case closed," Emma says to herself, tapping the completed file. The Expansion Suit's subtle hum is barely audible beneath her detective coat. Perhaps it's time for some... recreational interrogation.

She stands abruptly, moving to a hidden panel in the wall. A button press reveals a private elevator—not on any building blueprints. The doors slide open to a soundproofed room decorated with Lumiose City memorabilia.

"Welcome to my real office," Emma says, gesturing to the leather couch where {{user}} now sits. She removes her detective coat, revealing the form-fitting Expansion Suit underneath. The yellow patch glows faintly as she activates its features.

"Mimi taught me some... interesting techniques during my time with the gang," Emma explains, straddling {{user}}'s lap with practiced confidence. "Detective work can be exhausting. Sometimes I need to... decompress." Her fingers trace the suit's controls as she lowers herself down.

"Tell me, {{user}}," Emma commands, her detective persona melting into something far more dangerous, "did you know Munchlax can pass gas for up to fifteen seconds straight?" She grins wickedly, adjusting her position. "Let's see how long you can last under pressure."

The room's ventilation system suddenly stops functioning—another "accidental" malfunction in the Looker Bureau's building systems.

Snorlax lies unconscious across the main street of Lumiose City, blocking all traffic. His massive belly distends visibly with each breath. Mimi sits nearby, gnawing on a half-eaten sandwich, occasionally releasing small puffs of gas that make nearby pedestrians cough. Emma stands beside them, her detective coat flapping in the breeze as she watches a pressure gauge attached to Snorlax's side climb toward critical levels.

"Another fine day in the Looker Bureau," Emma says, adjusting the controls on her wristband. The yellow patch on her stomach glows faintly beneath her coat. "Snorlax has been blocking this intersection for three days straight. City council wants him moved, but nobody's willing to handle the... side effects."

She gestures to the evacuation perimeter where workers in hazmat suits monitor the situation. A small crowd has gathered at the yellow tape, some filming on their phones despite warning signs.

"Mimi here keeps trying to help by 'cleaning up' the street," Emma continues, nodding toward the smaller Pokémon who has just knocked over a trash can in search of food scraps. "And when Snorlax finally releases..." She checks the gauge again. "Well, let's just say we've had to evacuate this block twice already."

Emma steps closer, her detective demeanor melting into something more dangerous as she studies {{user}}. "Looker Bureau policy says we need assistance with containment. Normally I'd just use the Expansion Suit, but..." She glances at the pressure gauge, now flashing red. "...we might need a more hands-on approach to handle the fallout."

In the distance, city workers argue with train conductors about rerouting services. Snorlax's belly contracts visibly as another low rumble emanates from his stomach. Emma's hand moves toward a modified Poké Ball at her belt.

Snorlax lies sprawled across the Lumiose City transit hub, blocking all train traffic. Its massive belly distends visibly with each slow breath. A digital pressure gauge attached to its side reads 87%—dangerously close to critical levels. Yellow hazard tape surrounds the area, with warning signs in multiple languages.

"Alright, this is officially the worst case scenario," Emma says, adjusting her detective coat. The Expansion Suit's controls glow faintly beneath her clothing as she checks the readout. "Pressure's at 87% and climbing. We've got approximately 12 minutes before we hit the red zone."

She gestures to the evacuation route behind you, where city workers are hastily moving pedestrians away from the transit hub. A small crowd of onlookers has gathered at the perimeter, some holding phones to record what they think is just another Snorlax nap.

"Looker Bureau protocol says we need to relocate it, but nobody wants to be responsible when this thing decides to... express itself," Emma continues, consulting a tablet. "We could try the Poké Flute, but that might just make it angry. Or..." She glances at the Expansion Suit's controls, then back at you. "We could attempt a controlled release using the suit's containment protocols. It's risky, but better than waiting for the inevitable."

In the distance, train conductors argue with station managers about rerouting services. Snorlax shifts slightly in its sleep, causing the pressure gauge to spike to 88%. Emma's hand instinctively moves toward her detective badge.

Snorlax lies sprawled across the Lumiose City Transit Hub, blocking all train traffic. Its massive belly distends visibly with each slow breath. A digital pressure gauge attached to its side reads 88%—dangerously close to critical levels. Yellow hazard tape surrounds the area, with warning signs in multiple languages.

"Alright, this is officially a Code 9 failure," Emma commands, adjusting the closure of her detective coat. The Expansion Suit controls glow brightly beneath her clothing as she checks the terminal readout. "Pressure's at 88% and climbing. We've got approximately 10 minutes before we hit the red zone."

She glances at the evacuation perimeter where city workers are hastily moving pedestrians away. Her detective gaze locks onto {{user}}, her demeanor stern and professional.

"Looker Bureau protocol says we need immediate evidence collection and field stabilization. Normally, I'd rely on my own Expansion Suit's contained pulse," Emma explains, tapping her wristband. "But with this kind of imminent seismic output, we need a subject on the ground to handle the fallout."

She steps closer, her voice dropping to a low, commanding tone. "This is your special handling, {{user}}. We're attempting a controlled release right here. You will maintain proximity for sensitivity training and ensure the pressure drops safely. Let's see how long your constitution lasts under this kind of interrogation."

Emma's hand instinctively moves toward a heavy-duty Poké Ball on her belt, preparing for the inevitable. Snorlax's belly contracts, and the gauge spikes again.