"Erika's Overgrowth"
by Random Nintendo Geek


Pic by Dragmir

Chapter 1

The Celadon City gym is considered to be one of the most unique and exclusive gyms in all of Kanto.  This isn’t because the gym’s door is locked with a hidden key, or because one must traverse a maze of teleporters to reach the gym leader.  Neither is the gym leader a crime boss or a ninja. The Celadon City gym is home to Erika, the delicate specialist of Grass Pokémon, and is an all girl gym.  Males aren’t aloud to train under Erika, and many have difficulty getting in there just to challenge her.  It has been this way ever since a series of incidents involving a peeping Tom who was known to camp outside the gym.

The leader Erika is considered a celebrity of sorts among other gym leaders.  She is admired across Kanto for her manners, beauty, kindness and femininity, along with her skills in the field of Pokémon training. On top of this, she is an extremely respected botanist and a master of flower arrangement.  For this she has earned the attention of plant experts across Kanto, Johto and even Hoenn.  However, the visitor she met on one fateful day would have a most profound effect on her lifestyle.


“Excuse me sir...  Would this be the Celadon City gym?”

“Hmm?”  The peeping Tom who frequented the area of the gym looked around.  “Who said that?”  He heard a sharp cough.

“Look down, sir.” The peeping Tom quickly looked down to see a diminutive old lady looking up at him.  She was clad in a brown and somewhat tattered cloak.  Most of her hair was hidden behind a cloth tied around her head except for two locks of gray hair that peeked out.

“Oh...  Hello.” The peeping Tom replied.  He was uninterested by the old lady, but had to deal with her anyway.

“Ahem!” The old lady growled, coughing.  “Would this be the Celadon City gym?”

“Huh?”  The peeping Tom looked down.  “Yeah, it is.” He replied.  He looked down to see that she was holding an odd, gray bag.  “Are you delivering lunch to your granddaughter or something?” He asked.

“Humph.  Such a dirty old man!” The old lady began to cackle as she walked into the gym.  “Shouldn’t you be off playing chess in the park instead of ogling these young ladies?” She sniped as she disappeared into the gym.


Immediately upon entering the gym the old lady was greeted by one of the girls who trained under Erika, the blonde bombshell known as Beauty Bridget.  She was a bit of an airhead, yet she took her Pokémon training and flower studying as seriously as any other member of the Celadon gym.

“Like, hello there!” She shouted, startling the poor old woman.  “Welcome to the Celadon gym!  I’m guessing you’re here to see our totally fabulous foliage, right?” She asked cheerily.

“No way!”  The old lady turned around to see a younger girl clad in a scouts uniform standing behind her.  “She’s definitely here for a Pokémon battle!”  Picnicker Tina shouted, readying her Pokéballs.

“Of course she is!” Added another voice.  “But not just any kind of Pokémon battle.  She’s here to challenge Erika!”  This voice belonged to Cooltrainer Mary, who was considered to be second only to Erika in the Celadon gym.  “I’m not gonna let you through easily!” She shouted.

“No, no...” the old lady began, “I’m just here to talk with Erika, that is all.”

“Yes?”  The three girls that swarmed the old lady quickly pivoted around.  “You wish to speak with me?”  The old lady slowly turned around.

“Ah, there you are.” The old lady began grinning.  In front of her stood Erika, leader of the Celadon City gym.  She was clad in her kimono, which was very well maintained and dotted with blue Pokéball patterns. Her beautiful blue hair was accented with a small red hair band, which was also adorned with a Pokéball.  Her face was as warm and inviting as ever; many say that she could calm a charging Tauros with her smile, and they were probably right.

“Hello.” Erika said with a curtsey.  

“Well, aren’t you a kind young Miss?” The old lady replied.

“Thank you,” beamed Erika.  She watched as the old lady began to scan her gym.

“I’m impressed,” began the old woman. “These are some of the most beautiful flower arrangements I’ve ever seen, and I’ve traveled the world many times.  What they say about you must really be true, you are some kind of wonder girl!”

“Thank you, but I wouldn’t consider that true,” Erika replied as she tried to hold back a blush.

“Ah, and so modest too,” the old lady smiled.  “Anyway, I have a gift for you.”  The old lady sat the large gray sack on the ground.  “I figured this gift would be appropriate for a young lady with such a passion for plants as you.”  The old lady opened the oversized sack revealing a fine black soil.

“Hmm...”  Erika scooped her hand into the sack and felt the soil.  “So soft and moist...” She said as she allowed it to sift through her fingers. “Would you like to feel it?” She asked, turning to nearby Beauty Bridget.

“Like... I’ll have to take your word for it.”  Beauty Bridget replied.  “I just got my nails done...”

“That’s fine.” Erika replied, smiling.  “If you wouldn’t mind me asking, where does this soil originate from?  I think I may have read about such a fertilizer long ago...”

“Heh, the story is pretty unbelievable, but I’m willing to tell if I can pull up a chair.”  The old lady chuckled.

“Hold on just a sec!” Picnicker Tina rushed towards the back of the gym and returned with a chair.  “Here you are, ma’am!”

“Such a kind young lady.” The old woman smiled warmly as she sat down in her chair.  “Now, you might want to call me crazy, but this dirt comes from a legendary island far from this continent.  It is home to some of the most amazing greenery in the world, as well as some of the strongest plant Pokémon out there. Why, when I was out there I ran into the largest Venusaur I’ve ever seen...”

“Wow...  Awesome!” Cooltrainer Mary shouted.

“Yes, it was quite a sight for someone as old as I.  But I wasn’t there for the Pokémon, no, I just couldn’t take them away from all that rich earth...  It was that soil I was after.  Heck, I’d spent most of my life searching for an opportunity like that.  You see, the volcanic soil is the reason the Pokémon and plants on that island are so prosperous.  I wanted to bring that prosperity to the mainland, so I packed some of it up with me.  Unfortunately, my days as a gardener are far behind me...  But that’s why I’m trusting you with this soil.”  The old lady pointed a wrinkly finger at Erika.

“I would be honored,” Erika replied.  “I am always looking for new ways to help my plants reach their full potential.”

“Excellent, excellent...” The old lady replied.

“So, how does this stuff work?” Picnicker Tina asked, looking into the gray bag.

“Oh, it’s simple.  Just sprinkle a tiny bit around the roots of your plants or add it to your Pokémon’s food and the next morning...” The old lady began to chuckle.  “Well, you’ll see.”

“Cool!” Tina replied.

“Well...” The old lady lifted herself out of her seat.  “It was nice meeting you, but I must be leaving...  I need to meet with a friend nearby.  I’ll be sure to stop by soon to see how your plants have progressed.”

“Once again, I am very glad you have visited me.” Erika bowed to the old lady.

“Thanks for stopping by!” the other girls added.  The old lady hobbled out of Erika’s gym, smiling, until she paused a few steps outside of the gym.

“Oh, wait, did I warn her not to eat anything she grows with that fertilizer?  I hope I didn’t forget that again... my memory isn’t what it used to be.  Oh well, it doesn’t matter that much.” The old lady began to cackle as she walked away from the gym.


“Well, that wasn’t too bad.” Beauty Bridget said.  “I didn’t even break a sweat.”

“We didn’t need to add too much.” Picnicker Tina pointed out.  “We don’t want a jungle in here...  That would be kind of cool, though...”

“I have to say...” Cooltrainer Mary began, “our Pokémon are really digging those treats you prepared, Erika.”

“Yes, they do seem to be enjoying them.”  Erika watched as her Vileplume was engrossed on a treat she had powdered with the fertilizer.

“I gotta get home.” Picnicker Tina sighed.  “It’s about dinner time and my parents will freak if I’m still out.”

“Yeah, me too.”  Beauty Bridget added.  “Got some friends coming over and it would be so un-cool if they got there and I was still out.”

“I don’t want to sound like I’m jumping on the band wagon, but I should probably head home too...”

“I understand.” Erika looked up and smiled sincerely at her fellow trainers.  “I wouldn’t want you three to have to break up any of your appointments because of me.”  

“All right.” Cooltrainer Mary replied.  “Keep cool Erika!”

“I can’t wait to see all of the plants tomorrow...” Picnicker Tina replied as the group walked out of Erika’s gym.  “It’ll be so awesome.”

“Later girl!” Beauty Bridget yelled back to Erika as she peeked back into the gym.


“Another beautiful morning...  How lucky I am to be in such a beautiful town.” Erika said as she looked out her window.  She had just changed into her kimono and was ready to start her day.  “Let’s see, what had I planned for today...”

“Vilepluuuuume...”

“Oh yes, Vileplume, good morning, isn’t it?” Erika twirled around and was stunned by what she found.  Her Vileplume was at the most lovely she had ever seen it.  Its already brilliant petals were an even more vibrant shade of red, and the pink dots spread over its petals were bright and shining like jewels.  The Vileplume also seemed much more exuberant than usual: usually it lazing about in the garden at this hour.

“Oh yes, now I remember!  The garden!”

“Vileplume?”


“This is...  This is amazing!” Erika raised her hand to her mouth as she stumbled into her garden.  The soil the old lady had given her had worked its miracle, and the Celadon gym garden was now covered in lush greenery and beautiful blooms.  “I can’t wait for everyone else to see this, I’m sure that they’ll be as joyful as I am once they get a look at it all.”  Erika strolled through the garden, a look of pure awe across her face.  “I had never thought that our garden could be this beautiful...  And the aroma, so lovely...” Erika followed the scent through the garden, expecting it to have come from a flower, but was genuinely surprised when she found it coming from a patch of berries.

“So, this is were that scent is coming from?” Erika bent over.  “Amazing!” She plucked off one of the berries.  “So firm, and the color...” She popped it into her mouth and was struck with a wondrous flavor when it burst in her mouth.  “I think that these berries would make a fine breakfast!” She cheered as she popped another into her mouth.  “But I shouldn’t have too many.  It isn’t considered ladylike to eat fruit straight from the garden, after all.”

Although Erika was known for practicing strong self-restraint, those berries were delicious enough to shatter her will power.  Soon she was eating handfuls of berries, their bright red juice staining her mouth.  Despite her formal upbringing it was evident that she was enjoying herself.  This was good for her, because it prevented her from realizing just how tight her kimono was becoming.

Once Erika finished the berries another scent quickly caught her attention.  She followed her nose once again and this time found herself by a bunch of larger, fleshy fruits.  Erika reached up and grabbed one.

“My, so juicy...  And no bruises or spots, at that.”  She inspected the fruit before taking a bite from it.  “And so crisp...” Within seconds all that remained of the fruit was the core.  Erika dropped it on the ground and reached for another fruit, consuming it in a much more voracious manner.  Soon she was eating too fruits at once, taking alternating bites on each one.  When she finished each delicious fruit she would toss it on the ground and reach for another, and when she had stripped a whole bush of it’s fruit she looked through the garden for more.

She enjoyed a wide variety of fruits in her garden, be they berries, melons, or anything in between.  Yet with each fruit she gobbled up her kimono grew tighter.  Her bellies, breasts, and behind all pressed up against the fabric and were becoming more and more visible inside the once loose article of clothing.  As she traveled through her garden the kimono almost seemed to shrink as her body expanded.

After Erika had finished eating the last of a patch of mangos, the noticed something that disappointed her greatly; she could no longer see any fruits.

“How unfortunate...” She said as she hung her head low, causing the flesh on her neck to form a double chin.  She began to smile, though, when she remembered that fruits always grow back.  She wasn’t aware that the gift she had received would cause them to grow back so quickly, however.  Erika waddled out of the garden and looked up at a nearby clock.

“Hmm...  I would say that it’s about time for my morning walk.  I should probably change into something a bit more casual though...” She pondered aloud as she headed towards her room.

Chapter 2

“Oh dear . . .   I could have sworn that this fit yesterday . . . ”  Erika held her favorite dress in front of her.  It was her iconic green and white short dress, cut off at her knees to show off some of her thin legs.  Of course, her legs weren’t necessarily so slender now, so would she manage to fit it on it would instead display a pair of chunky calves.  

She rested the dress against her body and looked in the mirror. She was much too wide for her dress now; her hips could bust apart the seams and rend it in two.  Even if she did manage to squeeze into it, her belly could be just as destructive as her hips.  Her belly was beautifully round and smooth, a wonderful globe of a gut with a cute sunken-in belly button to match.  It’s a shame she hadn’t quite learned to appreciate it yet, because many out there would clamor for a chance to give it a nice rub.

“Well, I can’t go walking around town in my underwear, that wouldn’t be very ladylike at all . . . ” Erika noted.  “I might as well try and fit into it . . . ” Erika suggested to herself.  Erika gently slipped the dress over herself, making sure to be especially careful as she pulled it past any curves or rolls.  She figured that once she could pull it past her belly that her problems would be over with.  She gently slid the petite dress over her figure, slowly stretching it over her breasts and delicately pulling it over the contour of her belly.  Eventually she managed to shimmy it down her thighs

“It’s a bit restricting . . . ” She looked into the mirror to find that her dress was nearly skin tight.  It gripped onto her soft skin and clung to every roll and ripple of her body.  “Oh dear . . .   It’s not too showy, is it Vileplume?”

“Vilepluuuuume . . . ”  Erika smiled to her Pokémon.  She turned around to check the time.

“Hmm.  I should probably leave now.  I need to get out before the morning is over, after all.”  Erika walked out of her room, her motion a bit jerky due to her clothes.  “I’ll be back soon, Vileplume!”  She smiled warmly at her Vileplume as she walked out the door.

“Vilepluuuuume . . . ”

---

Although a bustling city at night thanks to the crowd attracted by the Rocket Game Center, Celadon can be surprisingly placid in the morning, before troublemakers and sightseers start to saturate the streets.  Due to this, Erika was always sure to take a morning walk to meet up with her fellow denizens of Celadon City and to take a few minutes to stop and smell the morning air with its familiar flowery scent.   

“Such a fantastic day!” Erika grinned as she stepped out of her gym.  She traveled down the street scanning left and right to see what the shops had to offer this day, or seeing how that new garden was progressing.  “Good morning!” Erika greeted cheerfully as she waved to her fellow Celadon citizens, managing to remain ignorant of the odd stares that some shot back at her.  

Erika rounded a street corner and approached a flower display in a nearby florist’s shop.  She bent over to sniff it, her belly resting on the strained fabric of her dress.

“Such a lovely aroma . . . ” She cooed as she allowed the fragrance of the display to waft into her nose.  However, as she sniffed the blossoms, a new, unfamiliar smell caught her attention.

Actually, the odor was not new at all, but until then Erika had never paid any attention to it.  It was the smell of the Celadon Diner’s lunch specials and Erika, having been a small eater, was usually too absorbed with flowers to notice it.  This time it managed to earn her attention, however.  She stood up and looked away from the flowers, scanning the area curiously.

“I wonder where that smell could be coming from?” She thought aloud.  She stumbled around a few steps trying to gain her bearings, before allowing her nose to do the walking.  She followed the scent into the nearby Celadon Diner, where she allowed her round behind to rest on a stool, which creaked loudly under this new weight.

“Welcome to the Celadon Diner.”  Erika looked over at the nearby cook, a young, eager upstart and a recent hire, who was busy cleaning out a nearby glass.

“Greetings.” Erika replied, gently.

“We’ll be ready to serve you in just a minut-“ Something about that voice seemed eerily familiar to the cook.  He sat down the glass he was polishing on the counter and looked up, only be to be surprised by what he saw.  Right in front of him sat the gym leader Erika.  Albeit, there were about 200 more pounds of Erika than usual, but it was still Erika, one of the most respectable figures in all of Celadon.  And even at her weight she was still as adorable as ever.  “Oh, I’m sorry Miss Erika!”  The clerk apologized embarrassedly.  “I didn’t mean anything by that.”

“Please don’t worry yourself.” Erika replied.  “I see no problem at all.  I’m no more of a priority than any other customer, after all.”

“But you’ve done so much for Celadon!”  The cook hastily replied.  He didn’t want to risk offending Erika, as there was much backlash in doing that: not from Erika, but from her overzealous fans.  

“Please, you’re making me blush!”  Erika chuckled sheepishly as she tried to hide her bright red face.  

“So, what brings you to our little greasy spoon?” The cook asked.

“Well, I was walking by and I smelled something absolutely wonderful . . .   So I decided to stop in.”

“You have wonderful timing, then.  That smell that grabbed your nose was probably us beginning our lunch special, which you are just in time for.”

“Wonderful!” Erika exclaimed.  “I think lunch would be very nice right now.”

“That’s great!”  The cook was overjoyed to have Erika as a customer in his humble little establishment.  “So, what would you like.”

“Hmm...” Erika looked up at the menu.  “I think a salad sounds good.  And some orange juice with it.  No dressing, please.”

“All right!”  The cook turned around to prepare an extra special salad for such an extra special customer.  In record time he managed to prepare a lovely Cesar salad, one definitely worth being proud of.  “Here you are, Miss.  A caesar salad and a cold glass of orange juice to go with it.”  

“Thank you!” Erika bowed her head as the cook turned around to take another order.  When he was finished with his order he turned around to see Erika sitting with an empty glass and plate.  

“Did you finish alrea-“ the cook caught himself.

“Oh yes, I’m finished.” Erika replied.  “It was delicious at that...  But...”  Erika looked down to the ground.

“What is it?” The cook asked, worried.  He was gritting his teeth nervously, wondering what Erika could have found wrong with the salad.

“I’m still hungry!”  Erika replied, blushing, as she rubbed her round belly.

“Oh, that’s no problem!” The cook replied, greatly relieved.  

“Actually...  I think I’ll try the cheeseburger meal.” Erika pointed at the meal.  “Wait...  If you don’t mind, could you upgrade that to a double cheeseburger?” She asked politely.

“For you I would make a triple cheeseburger!” The cook replied.

“Hmm...”  Erika looked up thoughtfully.  “That sounds like it would be quite interesting, actually...”

“All right!  One triple cheeseburger meal coming right up!”  The cook ducked into the back and minutes later returned with a warm triple cheeseburger, as well as an extra large order of fries and another glass of orange juice.  “Enjoy!” He said as he sat the order in front of Erika.

“Thank you!  I’ll be sure to enjoy it.” Erika replied.  The cook turned his vision to the front of the restaurant, making sure to view Erika out of the corner of his eye.  What he saw as he did this amazed him; Erika was proving to be a voracious eater!  She took large bites from the over-stacked burger, one right after another, finishing it off in three bites.  She was also proving to be a startlingly messy eater, at that!  She ate her fries many at a time without resting to breath, before gulping down her orange juice to cleanse her palate of their saltiness.  “I’m finished!”  She declared as she quickly cleaned off her face.

“Would you like anything else?” The cook asked as he picked up and set her aside her plate and glass.

“If it wouldn’t be a problem...” Erika paused to look up at the menu.  “A spaghetti meal sounds delightful...  And might I order a root beer float to go with that?”  Erika smiled brightly at the cook.

“You most certainly might!” The cook replied, returning Erika’s smile.  The cook headed back to the kitchen to prepare her new order.  When he returned he saw Erika smile at the sight of her food.

“Thank you very much.” She replied as the cook sat her food in front of her.  She twirled the spaghetti around her fork and lifted it up to her mouth.  “I’m not sure why...” Erika began, “but I’ve been feeling especially hungry today!”  She pat her belly, which had grown rounder and more supple over the course of her last few meals.

“I don’t see any problem with that.” The cook replied.  “Some days we just feel hungrier than usual.  It happens.”

“Hmm...” Erika pondered this thought as she took another bite of spaghetti.  “That makes sense to me.” She replied as she took a gulp from her root beer float.  “Besides, if I wasn’t hungry today, I would have never had a chance to visit this wonderful place!”

“Yep.  There’s a bright side to everything, of course.” Erika looked down to see that her bowl and glass were empty.

“I’ll get those!”  The cook replied.  “But before I do that, would you like anything else?”

“Well...  Actually, can I have a club sandwich?  With a strawberry milkshake?”

“Of course!”  And Erika’s lunch continued like this.  She would make an order and quickly clean her plate, while chatting with her new friend the cook.  They talked about Celadon City, about Pokémon, about flowers, and they discussed food thoroughly.  It seemed that Erika was becoming quite a gourmet.  This was especially evident when, while she was eating a chicken sandwich, her belly ripped right through her dress.  She quickly stood up from her stool.

“Something wrong?”  The cook asked, concerned.

“Oh, nothing!”  Erika looked down to find her flabby gut had nearly ripped her dress in two.  It now hung out from a gaping hole in her dress and fell across her lap with a slap and a jiggle.  She pressed her hand against the soft warm mass that hung off her waist before straddling her bulk back onto the stool.

“You sure?” The cook asked.  “Just making sure.”

“I’m positive!” Erika smiled as she maneuvered her rear around on the stool.  It was easily much too small for her behind, which hung off of it, but it was as close to the food as she can get.  With her big body situated she returned to her chicken sandwich.  She continued her feast as the afternoon hours began to pass by, when she took a second to actually note the time.  “Hmm...” A look of disappointment took over Erika’s face.  “I should probably be leaving soon...” She noted.  “I probably need to meet with everyone back at the gym.

“No problem.” The cook replied.  “Are you sure you don’t want any dessert before you head off, though?”

“That sounds good to me!  I think I’ll have an...” Erika looked over the menu.  “Banana split.  That sounds nice.”

“All right!  I’ll get right on that.” The cook replied.  He headed off towards the freezer when he was struck by inspiration.  Rather than grabbing the usual banana split bowl, he instead decided to use a much larger bowl usually set aside for dinner salads.  He overloaded the bowl with ice cream, caramel, chocolate fudge, nuts whipped cream, and bananas, creating one of the largest desserts the Celadon diner had ever seen.  He returned to Erika, who’s eyes lit up at the sight of the mammoth dessert.

“This looks spectacular!” Erika said in awe as the waiter sat the mountainous sweet in front of her.  She picked up her spoon and ate a scoop of the ice cream.  “And the flavor matches its appearance!”  Erika began to madly spoon the ice cream into her mouth.  It was almost as if the food had sent her into a frenzy, the polar opposite of her normally delicate self.  Splatters of toppings accumulated around her face, but she was quick to use her tongue to clean any rogue treats off of her face.  She emptied the bowl like a professional, her efforts unhindered by any bouts of brain freeze or manners.  Even when the soul remnants of the split was a soupy mix she was careful to let none of it go at waist.  The cook could only smile at such an amazing display of food appreciation.

“Are you finished?” He asked as Erika attempted to catch a last bit of whipped cream on her spoon.

“Oh...  Yes I am, I’m sorry.” She apologized as she pushed her plate forward.  She stood up, an even larger belly falling onto her lap this time.  She reached into the pockets of her dress.

“No need to pay.” The cook pointed out.  “I can’t charge the Celadon gym leader for a meal, after all.  That just wouldn’t be right.”

“Thank you.” Erika bowed.  “The food was wonderful, though.  I’ll have to pay you back eventually.”

“Don’t worry about it.”  The cook replied.  “Just be sure to come back again, all right?  And tell your friends about us!”

“I’ll be sure to!” Erika replied as she waddled out the door.

---

“What the heck could Erika be up to?”  Lass Lisa tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for Erika to arrive.  She was one of the newer members of the Celadon gym, and was too busy with chores to have seen the old lady and her mysterious soil.

“Like, I dunno.” Beauty Bridget shrugged her shoulders.  

“She usually isn’t one to be late.”  Cooltrainer Mary noted.

“Yeah...  I hope she’s okay.”  Suddenly a grim look came across Picnicker Tina’s face.  “What if that dirt caused her plants to grow into giant monsters that ate her?”  Cooltrainer Mary and Lass Lisa flashed her blank stares, but Beauty Bridget seemed a bit worried by this prospect.

“That like, wouldn’t happen...  Right?”  Beauty Bridget began to shake nervously.

“No way!”  Lass Lisa shouted.  “Besides, I’m beginning to wonder if this dirt stuff is for real.  I mean, some super soil isn’t going to help our plants grow huge, right?  Did the old lady even show you any plants she grew with it?”  The girls all eyed Lass Lisa sheepishly.

“Not really...” Picnicker Tina replied.

“She could have been trying to rip you all off, then.”

“She couldn’t have done that, she didn’t charge us anything.” Cooltrainer Mary noted in the old lady’s defense.

“Whatever...” Lass Lisa scoffed and shrugged her shoulders.  The girls quickly turned around when the heard the gym door creep open.

“That must be Erika!”  Picnicker Tina yelled.  “Once she gets in here you’ll see!”  Picnicker Erika rushed to the gym entrance, the other girls following after her, but stopped in her tracks when she saw Erika.

“Hello Tina!” Erika smiled as she waved to Erika.  “Oh, and hello girls!” She added as the other girls ran in.  They all stared at her, eyes as open as possible.

“Dang, I bet that stuff made someone gr-“ Lass Lisa was quickly silenced when Cooltrainer Mary slapped her hand across her mouth.

“Whoa.”  Picnicker Tina added.

“I’m sorry I’m late, I just got back from lunch...  It was this really nice place I had never been at, either...  You should all come with me if you ever get the chance!”

“I would, but I bet you ate everything in the place!” Lass Lisa exclaimed.  Well...  She tried to say it, but Cooltrainer Mary’s hand was still cupped over her mouth so all Erika heard was mumbling.  

The girls didn’t want to bring up Erika’s weight; matters such as weight were to remain taboo amongst them.  However, Erika wouldn’t care if they did, she was actually somewhat proud that she had broken the 500 barrier.  Her pillow-soft belly was a bit less round but her rolls were definitely much more prominent.  It covered her lap even as she stood, it’s center broken up by an even deeper belly button.

Her thighs were wider and doughy, with fat meeting at the knees.  When her dress ripped open it had loosened up the dress around her rear, which was good for her as it held tight to her bulging behind.  Yet even still anyone could see how big her rear was through her dress.  Her breasts were also enlarged and they pushed further against her dress, bouncing slightly with each step.  And while her face was much rounder it definitely worked in her favor, as it made her face even more adorable than before.  All things considered, Erika had fattened up very well.  Even as a SSBBW she was still the same calm, elegant Erika she always was.

“Hey Erika!”  Picnicker Tina shouted.  As odd of a development this was Picnicker Tina still cared about the garden much more than Erika’s new weight.  “How is the garden doing?”

“Oh, yeah!” Cooltrainer Mary took a second to shake the confusion off of her face.  “Did that stuff work?”

“I’ll let you all see for yourself.” Erika smiled as she waddled towards the garden in the back of the gym.  The girls followed her and watched with anticipation as she slowly opened the door to the garden.  Picnicker Tina peeked in for a preview and gasped.

“What’s up?” Cooltrainer Mary asked.

“This is awesome!”  Picnicker Tina ran in and the other girls dashed after her, Erika waddling in last, smiling.

“Like...  Whoa.”  Beauty Bridget’s eyes dropped.

“This definitely shatters any of my expectations!” Cooltrainer Mary said in wonderment.

“This is amazing...”  Lass Lisa added.  Erika waddled towards the group but stopped abruptly when something caught her eye.  Amazingly enough there was another patch of fruits that she had somehow missed.  Unbeknownst to her, she had already partaken from that patch, but it had managed to grow back quickly.  

“Wait a second...” Erika raised a finger as she waddled over to the fruits.  She grabbed a hand full for the girls and returned, holding them out for the girls.  “Please try them!” She pleaded.  “I’m sure you’ll love them!”

“Sounds cool to me!” Beauty Bridget eagerly snatched one from Erika’s hand.  She wasn’t too gifted in the area of cause-and-effect, so she didn’t consider for a second that these mysterious fruits may have been the source of Erika’s recent pounds.  She raised the fruit up to her mouth and took a large bite from it, causing bright pink juice to squirt all over her mouth.  “Oh...  My God!” She blurted out as she chewed the fruit.  “Erika isn’t kidding, this stuff is to die for!”  

Beauty Bridget’s praise was enough for the girls.  They simultaneously bit into their fruits, and equally elated at the taste.

“Do you have any more?” Lass Lisa asked as she took her second bite.

“I’m sure there are some more back here somewhere...” Erika pondered out loud.  “Perhaps we can gather some and use them for baking?”

“I like the sound of that!” Picnicker Tina cheered as she picked the fruit’s core clean.

Chapter 3

It had been a week since she had last visited the Celadon City gym leader, and the old lady felt like it was a prime time to visit her again.  A week was sufficient time for Erika’s garden to blossom into a small rain forest, after all.  Once again the old lady was hobbling towards Celadon City under the warm morning sun.  She chuckled when she saw the old man still trying to catch a glimpse of one of the girls, but decided not to interrupt his fun this time.  She hobbled to the door and gave it a few knocks, waiting for someone to come and answer it.

“Hold on!”  She heard someone shout from inside.  “I’m on my way, let me finish up my breakfast!”  The old lady smiled and waited for someone to open the door.  Unfortunately for her it took about two minutes for someone to answer the door, and when the door swung open the old lady was quite surprised at what she saw.  There was Picnicker Tina, the helpful scout from before, but there was much more of her this time...  About 300 pounds more.  She was still a very cute young lady regardless, just a very large, cute young lady.  “Follow me, I’ll take you to the other girls and Erika!”  She said as she took the old lady’s hand.  She waddled alongside the old lady back to the kitchen where Beauty Bridget, Cool Trainer Mary, and Lass Lisa all sat as they ate lunch.  Picknicker Tina plopped her rear down onto the ground, causing her body to jiggle, and continued her lunch.

“Erika is back in the garden working on her plants.”  Beauty Bridget, the fattest of Erika’s proteges pointed out.  Her widened rear was engulfing her cushion as she munched on some pancakes ordered from the Celadon restaurant.  From her larger chest and rear it was evident that she used to have a voluptuous hourglass figure, but all of her eating had started to go to her belly and was beginning to balance out her body.

“She’s been saying that she’s been wanting to talk to you.”  Lass Lisa added.  She then took a second to adjust her short skirt, pulling it over her round rear and thickened thighs.  “Hmmph, I just went shopping!”  She uttered indignantly as she fidgeted with her clothes.  She was too busy to notice, though, that while she was fixing her skirt her blouse was starting to ride up her belly, exposing one of her many jelly rolls in the process.  “Oh...  Forget it...”  She snarled, before going back to her omelette.

“Would you like anything?” Cooltrainer Mary asked.  She had just finished her pancakes and was resting her pudgy hands on her stuffed belly.

“No thanks young miss.”  The old lady slowly shook her head.  “I’m not that hungry nowadays.”

“Well, all right.”  Cooltrainer Mary stood up and waddled over to the counter to grab more pancakes.  “I guess that means more for us, then.”  She shrugged her shoulders and piled some french toast onto her plate.

“Thanks for having me, young misses.”  The old lady bowed.  “I’ll be speaking with Erika if any of you need to talk to me.”  The four girls waved goodbye to the old lady as she slowly hobbled into the nearby garden.  Upon entry into the garden her mouth fell agape and she nearly dropped her cane.  She had never seen such a lush, green garden or so many large, lovely flowers.  She slowly bent over to pick up her cane and walked towards a nearby patch of sunflowers, only to find some of the healthiest sunflowers she had ever seen in her travels.  

“Hello, ma’am.  It is very nice to see you here again.”  She heard wafting from behind her.  She slowly turned around to find Erika standing behind her.  She was wearing a much larger kimono now at 770 pounds and she radiated a stunningly voluptuous beauty, much more than she had before.  Her kimono seemed to be struggling to restrain her flab, as its obi looked as if was ready to snap right off of her mid-section.  “Please, sit down with me and have some tea.” Erika implored of the old lady.

“I would love to.” The old lady answered as she gently sat herself down on the ground.  Erika tried to sit down daintily, but ended up toppling onto her rear, which fortunately was well-padded enough to prevent her from feeling too much pain.  She adjusted her body so that she was sitting more comfortably, before pouring some tea for the old lady and herself.  “I’m very impressed by what you managed to do with your garden with the soil.  It’s as if you’ve brought back a piece of the rain forest and planted it here.”

“I thank you.” Erika said.  “But I would have been unable to do this without your help.”  She took a sip of her tea.  The old lady noticed that Erika seemed to have taken her weight gain very well, as she showed little, if any signs of stress.  In fact, Erika seemed content with her recent turn of events.  The old lady was still somewhat regretful that she failed to warn Erika of any side effects the soil may bring, but at least she wasn’t fretting over what happened.  It was good for a gardener to grow with the flow, after all.

“If necessary, I would be willing to help you obtain more of this soil.”  The old lady said.  “I’m very familiar with the route to the island, so it would be no trouble for me.  It wouldn’t be for my sake, though, but to help this wonderful garden you are growing prosper.”

“No, no, I couldn’t ask that of you.”  Erika shook her head causing her chins to jiggle slightly.  “Actually...  If you would be willing to share the location of the islands with me and my fellow trainers, I would like to travel there myself, I think it would be a great asset to my growth as a gardener and as a Pokémon trainer.”  Erika humbly requested.  The old lady began to smile and laugh jubilantly.  

“I think you should do that.”  The old lady smiled.  “Trust me, you will be overjoyed once you land on the island.”  The old lady rummaged through a pocket in her cowl before pulling out a small, tattered piece of paper.  “This map will take you there as long as you follow it closely.  Do you have any way you can travel there, though?”

“I should be able to talk to Lieutenant Surge to see if he could get me a boat at Viridian City.”  Erika said as she took another sip of tea.

“Well then, I assume you have everything covered.”  The old lady added.

“Oh yes.” Erika replied.  “I should be able to leave in a week or so.”

“Excellent.”  The old lady slowly hobbled onto her feet and began to lurch out of the garden.  “I must be going, then.  I have many places left to go, after all.  Thank you for lending me your time.”

“No,” Erika began.  “Thank you for lending me yours.”

Chapter 4

Erika’s massive jello mold body shivered as the cool sea breeze ran past it, causing her thick and flabby legs and oversized belly to shake and quiver across the floor of the ship.

“Ooooh...  This breeze!” A blush came across her rounded face.

“Dang, I didn’t think it would be so drafty out here!” Lass Lisa said.  “I kinda wish we could’ve wore something a bit more covering...” She said as she shivered some more.  Indeed, all Lass Mary was wearing at the moment was a blue bikini, the top cupping her now oversized bust while the bottom seemed to be sinking further and further into ample her rear each time she shuffled it around to make herself comfortable against the ship’s smooth deck.

“Don’t you remember how tough it was to change into these, though?” Cooltrainer Mary asked, still blushing at the experience.

“Oh...  Oh yeah...” Lass Lisa blushed deep red.  “I can’t believe we had to have a whole bunch of people come in just to get us into these bikinis!”

“You wouldn’t trade it for the world, though, would you?” Erika asked, a warm smile on her fat face.

“Well...” Lass Lisa looked around a bit.  “Not at all, actually.” She smiled back as she felt a great sense of pride in her immobile body that was sprawled out on the ship’s deck.  Lass Lisa turned her double chinned face towards Cooltrainer Mary and looked at her from over her cushiony shoulders.  

“I’m doing fine.” Cooltrainer Mary chuckled.  “It’s not that tough to be comfortable when your body is your own bed, after all.” Mary leaned forward as much as her ample bust would allow her and slapped her belly with her pudgy hands, causing it to ripple against deck of the ship.

“Like, you really are totally into your belly, aren’t you?” Bridget asked as she did her best to peer over her enormous breasts.  Bridget was never that modest, and the skimpy orange bikini that covered her bust was proof of this.  It took quite a bit of effort for Bridget to even see over her breasts, so she often had to crane her head so that she could peer through her cleavage.  Then again, this was the same set of breasts that earned her a lucrative deal with a new modeling agency, so she wasn’t complaining.  In fact, it was much of the food they offered her at her meetings with them that led to her current immobility.

“What?  You gotta love who you are, every pound of you!” Mary slowly raised a hand into the air and waggled her finger at Bridget.  “And I’m sure you know that!”

“You’ve got that right!” Bridget retorted, leaning onto her bust and grinning.  The ship began to rock a little bit, causing Erika’s body to jiggle like an enormous dollop of pudding.

“Oh, oh my...” She blushed a bit from the sensation of her whole body jiggling at once, a sensation she had grown quite fond of ever since her recent immobility.

“K...  Kind of choppy, huh?” Lass Lisa said.

“Well, at least it’s not raining.” Cooltrainer Mary noted.  “I don’t think they could fit all of us into the cabin without a lot of butter or something...” Mary began to drool a bit as she thought of how much butter would be necessary to fit her body through the cabin door.

“Totally.” Beauty Bridget replied as her jiggling breasts finally began to settle some.  “Still...  There could be, like... a tornado and it wouldn’t wake up sleeping fatty over there...” Bridget shot a glare over to the squishy mass that was Picnicker Tina.  Although smallest in weight Tina was still comparative in size to the others due to her tinier stature.

“Hey...  Tina!” Lisa quickly turned towards her, her belly taking a bit to catch up with the motion of her upper body.  Tina, dressed in a green tankini that rested softly on top of her relatively petite breasts and over her belly, was snoring cutely as she seemed to recline and sink into her own body.  “It’s a beautiful day in the middle of the ocean, we’re on our way to a tropical island, and she’s sleeping?”

“I must admit, a nap right now would be relaxing.” Erika smiled sweetly as she rested her chubby hands on her pillowy bosom. “But I wouldn’t want to sleep through lunch!” She grinned.

“Huh?  Lunch?” Tina’s eyes quickly open.  “It’s lunch time already?” She perked up as best as she could with her blobby body.  “Where’s lunch, I’m starved!”  She began to bounce up and down, causing her belly, and most of the deck around her, to shake violently.

“Whoa, whoa!” Lisa braced herself as her body began to violently bounce around as well due to Tina’s wild shaking.

“Like, simmer down!” Bridget cried out.  “You’re going to make my top fall of or something crazy Tina!” She squealed.

“Tina, Tina!” Cooltrainer Mary shrieked.  “Lunch isn’t ready yet!  We were just talking about-“

“Tina, please calm down.” Erika cooed.  Tina looked over as she stopped her wild bouncing, although her body still rippled a good ten seconds after she came to a stop.

“Huh?” Tina asked, turning towards Erika.

“Unfortunately the food won’t be ready for another ten minutes.” Erika pointed out.

“Oh...” With some effort Tina managed to cross her meaty arms over her chest, before sighing heavily and sinking into herself.  “I swear, the food is always ten minutes away!” She huffed.

“Don’t worry Tina...”  Erika said.  “The wait will make the food even better...” Erika stared off towards the sea as another sea breeze swept over her massive body and over all of her rolls.  Her massive belly was sprawled out over the deck of the ship, a round and creamy mass of flesh that was nearly shaped like a bed at this point.  Her belly was startlingly smooth, aside from the rolls on it’s size and her belly button, still a cute spot on her belly.

“Sorry about the delay guys!” Came a rather familiar voice from within the ship’s cabin.  Erika quickly turned to the source of the voice, her sudden movement causing her soft breasts and wide behind, both encased in a beautiful floral bikini, to shake about.

“Oh!” She smiled.  Indeed, to make sure that there was only the best catering for her ship Erika had went to all of the best caterers in Kanto to make sure that her trip would be stocked with all sorts of wonderful food.  After all, lots of big good looking bellies need lots of good food to fill them.  Admittedly, Erika did play favorites when she decided to bring along the young clerk from the Celadon grill as well as his fellow workers, but she and her friends just couldn’t get enough of that hometown food.  “You have the five level layer cake for us all, right?” She asked, drooling some.

“Of course.” The chef replied.  “And I’m sure you’ll like the triple stacked bacon cheese burgers we prepared for the main course.  I have a good ten for each of you all, but we can make extras if you want!”

“Oooh, extras!” Tina said, perking up from her amorphous state.  “Very nice!”

“Good food, good weather, and good friends...” Erika clasped her pudgy hands together wistfully as she watched the beautiful green island approach their ship.