I want Minnie to smother, swell, and squish against me until the only things I can perceive are her cushy, creaking, all-encompassing body and her (barely audible) teasing as she emphasizes how much smaller I'm getting compared to her each passing second.

You sure? Because with how much he sweats you could mistake him for a shower.

I’d imagine the sylveon would only “practice” going to the bathroom by sitting on the toilet with a diaper only for the mess to overflow the seat. With messes like that I doubt they’d ever risk taking it off.

Well, sweating that much is expected when you have so much fur! It's a good thing that fur also absorbs so much, so you can always just squeeze a quick sip out when needed!

The bear also really loves scales because when she stands on them, the number they show is always rising. She doesn’t know why the number is always rising, but she loves watching it go up! At least, when her giant tits don’t get in the way, but starting at her rising tits is fun too!

The things that go bump in the night...

or bump into the night...

the rapidly growing night...

Oh geez, no wonder he so nervous. With all that fog around who knows what beasts could be hiding in it!

(If we’re allowed to toss one idea for each suggestion. If not, take my bee costume one.)
The bear’s fur is a light pink with a white circle on her belly.
The bears iconic catchphrase is “I’m not sure about 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩. But I’m sure if we try, we could make it true!”

The bear likes to wear bee costumes! She believes she can use it to trick bees into giving her honey, although that has yet to happen. Still, she thinks the antennae headband and black and yellow patterns look really cute and convincing!

I’ve heard that every time a bear says the letter R, they lactate a little faster. This is because pronouncing Rs rumbles their chest, which causes the lactation. This effect is one reason why they love growling so much. It’s not known if the lactation ever slows though.

Adding sounds could be good. A tally clicking at the start that fades as the number rises, ominous rumbling whenever the text shakes, a swelling cacophony of sloshing, spurting, creaking, groaning, and other fertility-fueled reality-popping sounds as the number grows. Stuff like that.

Cue montage of her learning to love and accept her small body, followed by evolving into a giga-curved futa sylveon that towers over the others.

Oooo, amazing squish and shine on the face there!

Can't wait to see more of her airheaded tendencies!