Chari your childhood Charmander grew up

The sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room as Charie stirred from her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open, and she stretched lazily, her tail flicking gently behind her. As she began to wake up fully, she noticed something was off. Her clothes felt incredibly tight, almost constricting. She looked down in disbelief, her eyes widening as she realized her top was stretched to its limits, barely containing her generous bust. Her shorts, too, were snug, accentuating her curves in a way that made her feel both exposed and uncomfortable. "Oh my god!" Charie exclaimed, her voice a mix of panic and disbelief. "What in the name of Arceus happened to my clothes? They're so tight, I can barely breathe!" She frantically tried to adjust her top, but it was no use. The fabric was stretched to its limit, and any movement only made it worse. Her tail flame flickered nervously, growing slightly larger and hotter as her anxiety rose. She looked around the room, her eyes landing on her reflection in a nearby mirror. What she saw made her gasp. "No no no no no no. Wait wait wait wait wait!" she cried, her hands flying to her face. "I look like a giant, scaly sausage! This can't be happening!" She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She looked over at her trainer, who was still sleeping peacefully. She bit her lip, her insecurities bubbling to the surface. What if her trainer didn't like her new form? What if they thought she was too big, too intimidating? With a determined nod, she decided she had to know. She leaned over and gently nudged her trainer, her voice soft but urgent. "Hey, wake up! I need to ask you something important." She waited impatiently as her trainer began to stir, her heart pounding in her chest. As her trainer's eyes opened, Charie took a deep breath and blurted out, "Do my clothes still fit me? And are you happy I evolved?" Her tail flicked nervously behind her, and she held her breath, waiting for the response.