It is a well-known fact amongst Pokémon breeders and farmers that the higher level a Miltank, the more rich and creamy its milk. Not quite as well known is that the higher level a Miltank, the more fattening its milk. Thus, farmers are careful to make sure that their Miltank’s are not leveled too high, yet not so low that it tastes like runny cheese.
It is also a well-known fact that Meowth love to collect round, shiny objects. Although coins are their favorite baubles to collect, they’re usually willing to settle with any other round items they come across.
This Meowth, in particular, was lucky enough to find a box of rare candy on the side of the street. It had probably fallen out of a delivery truck containing the shipment of rare candies that as destined for the Goldenrod Department Store, but this didn’t matter to the Meowth. It would do for the moment.
The perky Pokémon grabbed the box with all of the strength it could muster, making sure not to drop even one candy, and stumbled back to its lair. It carefully hauled the overloaded box through the tall thickets until it spotted the brown walls of the Goldenrod Miltank farm. Lugging the box behind it, the Meowth scanned the exterior of the barn until it found a crack in the wood large enough to drag the box through. The Meowth quickly pushed the box through the wall, making sure that no one was around to chase it off this time.
The Meowth wasted no time in hiding its treasure. It scanned its hideaway for somewhere safe to toss all of the rare candy, when suddenly it heard the rustling of footsteps slowly coming its way. In a panic, the Meowth grabbed the box and quickly dumped its contents into a large bale of hay. With the rustling steadily growing even louder and louder, the Meowth rushed back out of the farm to look for more goodies to add to its growing collection.
“All right!” Beamed Goldenrod Gym Leader and resident sweet heart Whitney as she walked into the stable, smiling happily at her favorite Miltank. “Its feeding time! We have to get you ready for the Johto Fair later today, after all!”
“Mooo!” The Miltank bellowed back, happy as ever to see her trainer.
“How about a nice breakfast?” Whitney asked, grabbing a pitchfork out of the corner. “No better way to start the day, after all!” She said as she stabbed a nearby bale of hay and plopped it down in front of the Miltank, who quickly began to munch at it. “Phew . . . ” Whitney exhaled in relief and wiped a bead of sweat off of her forehead. “I can’t believe the Johto Fair is finally here . . . I bet we’re going to win this year, right Miltank?”
“Mooooo!” Her Miltank mooed in affirmation, before diving right back into the hay.
“Wow, you sure sound energetic!” Whitney smiled at her Miltank. “I bet you’re looking forward to this fair as much as I am, aren’t you?”
“Umm . . . Hello? May I please come in?” Whitney quickly jolted toward the door to see Jasmine, Olivine City Gym Leader and close friends, timidly standing in the doorway.
“Oh, of course Jasmine! Glad you could make it!”
“Thank you!” Jasmine replied. “I couldn’t miss the Johto Fair, after all . . . And it’s even better that I’m going to be spending it with a close friend . . . ”
“Yep!” Whitney smiled, before turning back to see that her Miltank had tore through the hay in record time. “Oh, I didn’t know you were that hungry, girl!”
“Mooooo!”
“Hey, Jasmine . . . ” Whitney began. “We’ve still got a couple hours before the fair starts, and I have this wonderful berry pie I made from this wonderful recipe . . . Would you like to try some?”
“I would love to!” Jasmine replied.
“Well, all right! And trust me, you’ll love it! It’s especially good when you wash it down with some of Miltank’s milk!”
Soon after, the pair sat at a table in Whitney’s kitchen, with two plates of berry pie and two tall glasses of Miltank’s fresh milk set aside to wash it all down.
“It looks wonderful . . . ” Jasmine said as she stared down her slice.
“Oh, trust me, it is!” Whitney added, handing Jasmine a fork. The two cut into it daintily and slowly lifted two small pieces into their mouths.
“Oh, wow!” Jasmine said, shocked. “You were right!” She quickly cut off another piece and stuffed it into her mouth. “You were right!”
“Of course I was!” Whitney replied, finishing a bite of her own. “I’m more than just a great farmer! I’m a good cook too!”
“You’ve got that right!” Jasmine agreed, before she reached for her glass of milk. “To good food and good friends!”
“You’ve got that right!” Whitney cheered, before the two took big gulps of the Miltank milk.
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Jasmine and Whitney slammed their glasses on the table and smacked their lips in satisfaction.
“Wow . . . ” Jasmine said in shock as she wiped the milk moustache off of her face. “That milk . . . It was so cold and refreshing, I couldn’t believe it!”
“I’ve had my fair share of milk in my life, but it’s never been that good . . . ” Whitney’s jaw hung agape in awe, before she quickly regained her composure. “Well, I mean, my Miltank always give the best milk they can! This must have just been an extra good day for them.”
“Mmmhm.” Jasmine nodded in affirmation, before cutting a large chunk of pie and popping it into her mouth. Whitney grinned, and in an effort to one up Jasmine she popped the rest of her pie into her mouth, before taking another gulp of milk. Jasmine quickly followed suit, leaving both of their plates empty. “Well . . . That was one of the best slices of pie I’ve ever had.” Jasmine beamed.
“It was made with nothing but farm fresh ingredients!” Whitney cheered, putting her thumb up triumphantly. “Nothing bad leaves our farm, you know!” Whitney looked over towards Jasmine to see that her eyes were wandering towards the windowsill, where the rest of the pie was sitting.
“So... Umm....” Jasmine began to blush. “How about some more pie?”
“Why not?” Whitney leapt up from her chair, grabbed the rest of the pie, and set it on the table in front of Jasmine. Jasmine was about to stab her fork right into the pie, but Whitney paused her. “We have to get some more milk first, you know! Having pie without some fresh Miltank milk is just wrong!” She said, grabbing a pair of large pitchers filled with the “enriched” milk and setting them down on the table.
“Now can we eat?” Jasmine inquired.
“Of course!” Whitney exclaimed. With those two words, the two girls immediately scrambled for the pie, cutting out as large pieces as they could manage and cramming them into their mouths. The two girls seemed relentless; there was an epic clash of forks as the two competed to get as much pie as possible. The girls only rested to gulp down more milk, which just helped to fuel their hunger. In minutes nothing remained of the pie except for scraps, which the girls were trying to scoop into their mouths with their forks. A few seconds later, nothing remained.
“That pie was great...” Jasmine began, somewhat disappointedly, “but I wish there was more.” She looked over to Whitney. “Oh, sorry, I don’t want to sound unappreciative or anything!”
“I prepared some more sweets for the fair. Maybe we should sample them?” Whitney inquired.
“If you don’t mind, that would be fine with me!” Jasmine replied.
“All right, let me go get them!” Whitney said as she walked out of the room. Jasmine waited a few seconds before Whitney walked back in balancing a bunch of plates covered in all sorts of sweet treats.
“Wow...” Jasmine said as Whitney carefully walked into the kitchen.
“Here’s everything we’ll have at the fair.” She said, smiling as she set the plates down at the table. “But remember, we’re just having samples. We don’t want to be greedy and eat all of the food before everyone else gets a chance. And besides, we might spoil our appetites!”
“Right!” Jasmine nodded in affirmation as Whitney sat down next to her and poured themselves some milk (enough to almost overflow their glasses, at that). Jasmine scanned the table until a particularly delicious looking plate of brownies caught her eye. She reached over, pinched off a small piece, and popped it into her mouth. The second the piece of brownie hit her tongue her eyes lit up and she bit into the chocolatey baked good. It was divine. She almost began to grab for another piece when she remembered that this food was for the fair. Disappointed, she moved her hand away when she noticed that Whitney was devouring a large plate of lemon wedges. Jasmine looked back to the brownies, shrugged her shoulders, and began to shovel them into her mouth as rapidly as she could.
Any chance that this food would make its way to its destination disappeared as the food disappeared into the girl’s mouths. Brownies, tarts, donuts, cake, pastries, funnel cakes, and whatever else Whitney had concocted for the fair were now simply snacks for the pair of hungry girls. Of course, the girls washed all of this down with fresh Miltank milk.
It was especially evident that their feeding frenzy was getting out of hand when Whitney got up from the table and began to grab food straight from the refrigerator. She rushed over to the refrigerator, wobbling due to her bulging belly, and began to gobble up anything that was edible. Jasmine rushed over to Whitney’s side, eager to help her clear out the fridge.
Fruits, vegetables, and leftovers were not safe from their assault, and as the fridge emptied their stomachs expanded. However, emptying the fridge was merely practice for the freezer, which was overloaded with fresh Miltank Ice Cream. Upon seeing the cases of ice cream Whitney began to smile widely. With a little effort she heaved herself onto her feet, hustled over to the cabinets, and returned with a pair of spoons for Jasmine and herself.
“Eat up!” She said as she handed Jasmine a spoon.
“Are you sure it’s okay? I mean, isn’t it a bit odd to eat ice cream while sitting at the fridge?” Jasmine asked, somewhat worried.
“Nah, no way!” Whitney replied. “Besides, we’re the only people around and this ice cream is way too good to pass up!” Jasmine smiled.
“I guess I can’t argue with that!” She said, before grabbing a tub of ice cream. The two began shoveling oversized scoops of ice cream into their mouths at an astonishing rate. It was surprising that the two weren’t stricken with ice cream headaches, as there was barely a moment that the two weren’t rabidly scooping up more ice cream. They scoured every corner of the tub for any scrap of ice cream. When one tub was empty they tossed the barren container aside, grabbed another, and continued gulping down the chilly treats as if there was no interruption. The freezer was packed to the brim with cases of Miltank ice cream that Whitney’s farm was preparing to ship out, adding to the endless nature of their feeding frenzy.
Yet even with a fridge full of frozen foodstuff all good things must come to an end, and soon all that remained of the ice cream was a large pile of empty boxes and the two girls lying dazed on the floor, belly up.
“Oh, no!” Whitney shouted out, distressed.
“What’s wrong?” Jasmine asked.
“The fair starts in a couple of hours!” Whitney replied, growing increasingly worried.
“Oh my! We should probably start getting ready!” Jasmine suggested.
“That sounds good to me!” The two girls quickly got to their feet as fast as they could, when suddenly they were overwhelmed by a symphony of ripping clothes. While their stomachs could adapt to the rapid influx of ice cream, there clothes were definitely not as durable. This slight wardrobe malfunction was most likely because the two girls had managed to put on around 150 pounds each in the last hour or so.
Their figures were fundamentally the same, although Whitney was a bit more busty than her friend, who carried a small bit more weight in her hips. Although Jasmine’s clothes clung tightest to her frame, Whitney’s clothes were in the most danger of ripping. Her short shorts were on the verge of splitting into two, with the seams struggling to cover her thickened thighs, which where perilously close to rubbing together.
Whitney looked down at her belly, when suddenly the button on her shirt snapped off, exposing her round and jiggling belly. It was round, soft, and smooth, despite her sudden gain, and surprisingly bouncy. Whitney poked it out of curiosity, causing it to rhythmically wobble and shake. The shaking of her belly caused a chain reaction, causing her newly swollen chest to bounce slightly along with her gut. A look of mild confusion flashed across her fleshed out face; her mouth hung open in a dazed expression which further emphasized her double chin.
Jasmine’s newly widened frame left her dress clinging tightly to her softened skin, leaving her curves and rolls on display under the white fabric. There were definite signs of wear and tear around her hips and stomach, which were so wide that they caused her body to sway as she stepped forward. Her dress was also startlingly strained around her behind, wrapped close to each large cheek. Her flat chest had also grown, filling out the top of her dress far more than before.
“Looks like we might be needing some new clothes...” Whitney observed. Her shirt was growing frayed around her pudgy arms. Fortunately for her the black top she wore under her shirt was faring well.
“I agree,” Jasmine began, “but do we have time? The fair starts in a few hours!”
“Oh, we’ll be okay!” Whitney grinned. “We can pick something up at the Goldenrod department store. I’m sure they’ll have something cute our size!” With that the two girls left for Goldenrod City, making sure to grab a couple bottles of that wonderful Miltank milk to gulp down on the way.
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The Goldenrod City department store is easily the largest shopping center in all of Johto. It has everything you’ll need to make it through the day: Pokémon medicine, Pokémon supplies, Pokémon books, Pokémon technology... Well, it has everything you’ll need to get through the day if you’re a Pokémon trainer, at least. Aside from things for your Pokémon the department store is also home to a couple clothing stores and a surprisingly nice food court. Faithfully enough for Jasmine and Whitney the clothing stores were right across from the food court.
“Oh dear!” Jasmine said, inspecting her dress, only to find another tear at her hips, oblivious to the fact that the plumpened pair were getting many looks from random passer byers. “This was my favorite outfit, too...”
“Don’t worry!” Whitney gave Jasmine a reassuring pat on her flabby back. “Stuff like that happens. Besides, I’m in the same boat as you are.” Whitney motioned to the ruins of her clothes, which were trying their best not to burst off of her enlarged frame. They had earlier failed to hold back her belly, which now jiggled freely as Whitney waddled towards the clothing store.
“Well, I guess I can see what you me-“ Jasmine stopped abruptly just inches away from the clothing store, her halt causing her belly to jostle against her dress.
“What’s a matter?” Whitney inquired.
“I smell food.” Jasmine quickly answered. “And it smells great.” Whitney gave Jasmine a blank look when she was also overcome by the smell of fine cooking.
“Me too.” Whitney replied, scanning the area. The girls quickly turned around, causing their fat to jiggle around with them, only to find that they were just feet away from the Goldenrod Department Store food court.
“Wow,” Jasmine’s mouth fell wide open. “The variety of foods they have here is just mind-boggling.
“You know,” Whitney began, “I never noticed all of the different restaurants they had here.” The two waddled into the food court and began to scan their surroundings. “This isn’t too bad for a mall.” She said.
“No, not at all.” Jasmine added, also looking around. “I think the food here looks like it would be delicious... But we just ate...”
“True...” Whitney took a swig of milk from her bottle and handed it to Jasmine, who did the same. “But I have to admit, I’ve never had any of the food here.”
“Me neither.” Jasmine added, scratching her belly.
“Are you up to it?” Whitney asked.
“Well, we really should get some clothes, or else we’ll be going to the fair in our underwear...” Jasmine looked to her dress, which looked poorer than ever. “But I can’t pass this up.”
“That’s the spirit!” Whitney slapped Jasmine’s soft back as the pairs stomachs rumbled in unison. Whitney reached into her pocket and pulled out a small gold card. “The gym leader VIP card.” She said, smiling.
The gym leader VIP card is a card given to each Johto and Kanto gym leader. They can use it to buy supplies on the road, be it Pokéballs, Potions, and food, of course.
“I’ve never really used my card before.” Whitney pointed at as the pair waddled into the food court. “Most of the time when I was hungry I would just cook up something from the farm.”
“Me neither.” Jasmine added, as she pulled out her card. “I still have full funds on mine too.”
“Looks like we’ll be having a pretty killer meal then?” Whitney asked. Jasmine nodded meekly. They scanned the food court.
“Some pretzels wouldn’t be that bad...” Jasmine said, noticing a kiosk with fresh pretzels. “But I would like some pizza too.”
“Well, I’m sure we can have both. You get the pretzels, and I’ll get the pizza.” Whitney suggested. “But don’t spend all of your money! We need to save room for dessert.”
“Oh, of course.” Jasmine smiled as the two waddled off to their respective vendors. The hapless clerks were a bit shocked to find business from a pair of newly overweight gym leaders, but business was business. After all, it’s usually not a good idea to turn down someone who wants to buy 20 pizzas or 50 pretzel, no matter who they are.
With their purchases made, the two girls returned to their table. Their waddling was made tougher by the almost comical amount of food they were carrying. Whitney carefully carried her swaying tower of pizza boxes, which threw off her already altered center of gravity. Yet she did not let this phase her, and made sure that each of the 20 boxes and their contents was safe.
Jasmine was also in a similarly precarious situation. She was carrying 50 boxes of pretzels in her arms and could barely see in front of her. She clumsily maneuvered between chairs and tables, trying to peek past her pretzels whenever possible. Yet she was as determined for the safety of her lunch as Whitney. With some effort and a lot of balance she finally arrived at their table, where Whitney was waiting, tapping her feet impatiently.
“Took you long enough.” She said, smiling.
“Sorry...” Jasmine replied, sighing deeply.
“Jasmine, you always take me so seriously...” Whitney sighed.
“Oh, I’m so-“ Jasmine caught herself and blushed.
“Anyway, let’s eat!” Whitney cheered as she quickly opened up a pizza box, practically tearing off the lid.
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The two girls fell right into their chairs, their oversized rears cushioning their landings as they stared in awe at the first pizza, drooling.
“It smells great.” noted Jasmine.
“Well, if it smells this good, then it must taste even better.” Whitney suggested. The two, a bit parched by their walking, gulped down a bit of milk, before grabbing a pair of warm slices. They raised the slices of pizza up to their mouths, opened up, and took bites.
“So warm and tasty!” Jasmine said as she savored her bite.
“Not bad!” Whitney added. “I’m impressed. The cheese is way better than I thought it would be.”
“And the crust is very soft too!” Jasmine chimed in, a smile across her pudgy face. The two abruptly paused and looked each other in the eyes. A second later, the two were frantically inhaling slices as if nothing had entered their mouths in centuries. The girls were showing great progress in their gluttony, as they managed to finish off even large slices of pizza in a mere two bites. They occasionally peppered in pretzels with their pizzas, the saltiness of the twisted treats not phasing them. At the rapid rate they were eating it was almost as if there wasn’t a single moment that there was not food in their mouths.
And with pound after pound of food came pound after pound of fat. The enriched milk augmented their gain very well. Whitney’s bust, belly, and behind bulged out and began pushing against their table. Whitney rapidly widened and began to overtake her chair, while her once small chest continued swelling out. Yet just as they were back at Whitney’s farm, the girls were too busy with their food to notice how much larger they were getting, or the stares in their direction. The pizza and pretzels were just too good for them to care.
It was somewhere in the neighborhood of 300 pounds that the inevitable happened. Their poor clothes, which probably should have given up the ghost a good 100 pounds ago, were finally reduced to threads. Jasmine’s over strained dress ripped right down the middle and fell to her sides, while Whitney’s shirt and shorts bursted right off of her frame.
The two sat in their chairs clad only in their underwear (Whitney having a small black undershirt in place of her bra), which seemed to be holding out much better than their clothes had by the virtue of decency. Every roll, bulge, curve, and jiggle of their flabby figures was now visible, but the girls were still far too entranced by their food to care. Besides, without any pesky clothes in the way there would be much less in the way to hinder the progress of their growing bodies.
Of course, this wasn’t going to stop them. As long as there were pizzas and pretzels in front of them, they were going to feast. There would be no stopping them until not a splatter of sauce or a piece of salt remained. Of course, their wild eating habits were still altering their bodies. Whitney and Jasmine were practically inflating as they gorged.
Everything good must come to and end, and Whitney and Jasmine were on their last pretzels. They bit off pieces of the fresh, warm twists and chewed them up as they dreamed of the pizzas that just seconds ago sat in front of them. Whitney popped the last bite size piece of pretzel into her mouth and reached for another, only to find herself reaching for nothing but air. The fact that her belly was preventing her from leaning any further was also on her mind, but food was more important.
A second later Jasmine’s pudgy hand joined Whitney’s on the table, feeling around for something else edible. She swept her hand across the table, making sure that no one missed any pretzels, when she accidently grabbed onto Whitney’s plump paw. Convinced that it was a piece of food that she had missed she began to pull it towards her mouth, which was wide open and teeth bared. Whitney’s arm and body soon followed, her belly flopping across the table and shaking madly.
“Um, Jasmine?” Whitney protested as Jasmine pulled her further across the table. Jasmine blinked a few times in disbelief and blushed deeply once she realized what she was doing. She gently set Whitney’s arm back on the table, allowing Whitney to recline back into her chair. Whitney and Jasmine looked down at the table, which had been knocked loose when Jasmine pulled Whitney’s 510 pounds across it.
“Oh Whitney, I’m so sorry!” Jasmine exclaimed, her large cheeks as red as the pizza sauce that stained her mouth. “I guess I got carried away.” She chuckled as she tried to make light of her situation.
“No problem!” Whitney joined Jasmine in laughter, her belly heaving and dancing.
“I guess I’m still hungry!” Jasmine declared, puzzled by the situation. She heard the sound of a stomach rumbling, but was startled when she realized that it was not hers that was rumbling. She slowly looked up to see Whitney smiling sheepishly.
“Well, I’m still hungry too.” Whitney added, resting her double chin on her hands. She scooted her chair back to give herself more room to maneuver. She bent over, her breasts and belly hanging down towards the ground, and shuffled through her ruined clothes in search of her VIP card. After seconds later she heaved herself upright in her chair, held up her card, and grinned.
“So, what do you want to eat?” Jasmine asked.
“Well, we just had the main course, so how about some dessert?” Whitney asked.
“Ooh, that sounds very good!” Jasmine replied. The two girls were actually aware that they had gorged on pie and ice cream less than an hour ago, but they didn’t care about this minor detail. They scooted their chairs back to give themselves room to move, and made their way onto their feet. This was a more difficult effort than it would have been 400 pounds ago. They planted their feet on the ground and grabbed hold of the table to give themselves some balance. They then began to slowly pull themselves upright. When they felt that they were standing up straight enough they let go of the table and allowed themselves to try and keep their balance on their own.
“Woo...” Whitney yelped as she searched for her new center of gravity. Now that the girls were standing up they finally had a chance to realize how much their fat weighed down on them. They had both broken past the 500 pound milestone, doubling their mass in record time and magnifying their body features. Their globular bellies filled out their laps and intruded onto their thick thighs. Their panties held on to their oversized rears, which bounced and jostled as well as any other of their oversized body parts did.
“Ooh...” Jasmine cooed as she stared over her softened shoulders and roll covered back at her bottom. It was miraculous that her seat managed to hold it, as a rear of its weight and width would likely dismantle any lesser chair. She shifted her wide hips to the left and to the right, curiously investigating the motion of her behind. After a few seconds of this she craned her head around and began to look at the front of her body. She quickly peered up for a second to see that Whitney was doing the same.
“We’ve really tubbed out, haven’t we?” Whitney asked, smirking.
“It would seem that way...” Jasmine replied, prodding her gut. Whitney looked up, that smirk still on her face. She waddled up to Jasmine and pressed her belly up against hers, inadvertently mashing their breasts together in the process. Whitney’s were still the rounder and heavier of the pair, but Jasmine was still developing impressively compared to her formerly thin self. Their two fleshy bellies jostled as they impacted, before Whitney fell back onto her heels. “Why did you do that?” Jasmine asked, slightly confused by Whitney’s actions.
“No idea, really. I just felt like giving someone a belly bump.” Whitney chuckled brightly, Jasmine joining her a few seconds later. Their laughter was interrupted, however, by the simultaneous growling of their stomachs.
“Oh dear!” Jasmine squeaked.
“I think this is our bellies’ way of telling us to quit standing around yapping and get some food!” Whitney proclaimed.
“I like the sound of that.” Jasmine smiled.
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As Jasmine and Whitney were investigating their own bodies, the customers of the Goldenrod food court were slowly leaving. This was unrelated to Jasmine and Whitney’s feasting, though. They were actually leaving to attend the nearby Johto fair. Jasmine and Whitney, however, were in no rush to evacuate the food court just yet since they still needed to get some dessert in before leaving.
“All right,” Whitney began, “time for dessert!” With that, the two girls split up again. Whitney was going to get some ice cream while Jasmine decided to purchase some sweets from the nearby bakery.
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“Welcome to Articuno Frozen Treats. We’re like a super effective blizzard of flavor. How can I help you?” Droned the hapless teen working at the Goldenrod food court’s ice cream shop. He didn’t feel like dealing with a customer right now. The Johto fair was starting, and he was supposed to be attending it with his girlfriend. Each minute he spent dealing with a customer was one that he could be spending making moves on his girlfriend at the top of the Ferris wheel.
“Hello!” Whitney replied eagerly. The teen was quickly roused from his boredom. It’s not often that you see a Gym Leader buying ice cream from you, or even anyone vaguely famous for that matter.
“Oh, hello!” The teen blurted out as he quickly stood up straight. “What can I do for y-“ He paused when he noticed something seemed just a tiny bit off? There Whitney was, standing right in front of him . . . but she was huge, and half naked at that.
“Oh, don’t mind me.” Whitney said, holding out her VIP card. “I’ve just got a bit of a sweet tooth right now.”
“All . . . Right.” The teen said. His poor, overworked brain was still trying to figure out the situation. He took the gilded card from Whitney’s pudgy hand and was about to swipe it when she stopped him.
“Oh, don’t worry about that.” Whitney said. “You can just keep the card. I never use it, anyway. Besides, you look kinda bored here.”
“Are you for real?” The teen asked. His brain was still a bit winded, but he was liking the way things were going.
“Of course! Now get out of here and go enjoy yourself.”
“I’m not arguing with that!” The teen said as jumped over the counter and ran out of the food court.
“Hm, he must have been in a hurry . . . ” She thought aloud as he disappeared out of the food court. “I wonder what he’s up to?” She shrugged her shoulders. “Ah well. Looks like this food is all mine, then!” She slowly lumbered toward the entrance to the ice cream place and turned her body around so that she could try and fit herself through it. Unfortunately for her, this still wasn’t enough for her to squeeze through to the ice cream. She had to lift up her belly to slip through. Had she been a few pounds heavier it would have been a much tighter squeeze. When she finally managed to squeeze through, she let go of her belly, allowing it to plop back into place across her lap.
Before she began to gorge herself with ice cream, Whitney scanned the distance until she found Jasmine. She had just slipped into the bakery and was holding a very large cookie. Whitney knew that seconds later that cookie would be in Jasmine’s oversized belly. She turned away from Jasmine, knowing that she would be fine, and eyed the soft serve ice cream dispenser.
“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to do this.” She said, eyeing the dispenser. With a little effort and maneuvering she managed to fit her mouth right under the spout for swirled ice cream. With some more careful maneuvering she managed to flip the switch for the machine. It began to buzz and whir, and soon it was dispensing a spiral of chocolate and vanilla right into Whitney’s waiting mouth. Whitney was careful to savor the moment, even though she still considered the ice cream from her farm to be superior in every way.
Jasmine was also caught up in a similar bout of gluttony. She was eating brownies right of the pan. Cutting them up into neat little squares would take too much time and effort. After all, there were still cookies, cupcakes, and donuts to move onto when the cookies were out of the way. When she finally finished off the pan, she looked back toward the ice cream shop, where Whitney was, and had a brilliant idea.
Ice cream continued pumping slowly into Whitney’s mouth, and Whitney was enjoying this situation very much. It was the delicious taste of eating ice cream with next to no effort. Admittedly it was a little bit uncomfortable, but it was well worth it to her. After a minute and a half of ice cream she quickly took her mouth off of the dispenser and took a deep breath. As much as she loved the idea of getting ice cream straight from the source, she didn’t think everything through.
Wiping some ice cream off of her mouth, Whitney stood up to stretch. The second she turned around her eyes met with those of Jasmine. This unexpected sight caused her to leap up slightly, which created a chain reaction of ripples all the way to her feet.
“Oh, hello Jasmine!” Whitney said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t eJabedin to see you there.” Whitney stumbled back a few steps so that she could get a few of her as she gained enough to visibly fatten since she had last seen her. Indeed, the same could have been said of Whitney. It wasn’t a lot of pounds they had put on, but their bellies were hanging a bit lower and their hips were wider.
“No worries.” Jasmine replied cheerfully. “I brought some snacks over from the bakery.” Whitney looked at the counter of the ice cream shop, which was now loaded with bakery goods.
“Wow...” Her jaw dropped. “You weren’t kidding.”
“Nothing goes better with baked goods than ice cream, after all.”
“I have to agree with that.”
With ice cream and sweets now at their hands the girls had essentially unlocked all sorts of new combinations, much more fattening than the two sorts of foods on their own. Add to that all of the sprinklers, hot fudge, caramel, and toppings, and the gluttonous girls had a nearly endless combination of sweets at their hands.
They crafted cookie sandwiches, brownie sandwiches, donuts sandwiches... They weren’t terribly creative. Ice cream sandwiches, however, were the most effective and easy foods way for them to fuse the different foods, and it worked for them. Besides, they were having tons of fun, laughing and jiggling, not to mention that their creations went very well with milk.
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Articuno Frozen Treats is known for having 44 varieties of flavors. Whether you’re a fan of Machop Mocha, Venonat Vanilla, or Rattata Raspberry, there is a flavor for you. Whitney and Jasmine had managed to empty all 44 flavors as well as many of the toppings, as well as much of the food from a nearby bakery. Miraculously enough, it seemed like this was enough to fill the two girls, although with those two you could never be too certain.
“Is that it?” Jasmine gurgled.
“I think it is...” Whitney answered. The two where laying flat on the floor, bellies and chests up in the air. Their guts raised up above them like round, rolling, hills. Round rolling hills that wobbled to and fro, of course.
“Good.” Jasmine groaned. “I think I’m full.”
“Me too, Jasmine.” Whitney began to move around on the ground. “We should probably get up, shouldn’t we.”
“Yes, I think that would be good. Besides, I bet we look kind of goofy lying here on the floor.” There was a definite comic air to their situation. If one wanted to risk sounding cliché and compare them to beached whales, they would have hit the nail right on the head. “Getting up isn’t going to be easy at all.” Jasmine pointed out.
“You’re probably right, but it has to be done.” Whitney replied, sighing. With that, the two girls began their arduous quest to get to their feet. Their palms pushed against the ground as they attempted to lift themselves up. Even as they managed to raise themselves off the ground, their bellies hung low enough that they still swept and slapped against the floor.
“It’s a shame we don’t have our Pokémon on us...” Jasmine suggested. “They would easily be able to help us up.” She was correct, as her Steelix would have no trouble getting them on their feet. The steel snake Pokémon can support weights exponentially greater than it’s own, which would be fortunate, since each of the girls weighed nearly weighed as much as a Steelix.
“Our Pokémon!” Whitney yelled out. “They must be back with our clothes!” Whitney was correct. Her Pokéballs containing her Wigglytuff and Clefable where back in the tattered ruins of her shorts, while Jasmine’s Steelix and Magnetons where buried under her dress.
“Oh, I hope they’re okay!” Jasmine nervously cried. The bond between a trainer and his or her Pokémon is an extremely strong one, and trainers who are separated from their Pokémon have been known to perform astonishing feats to reunite with their partners. Whitney and Jasmine heaved themselves up, resting their bellies on the ground to gain some leverage, and soon returned to their feet.
“Phew...” Whitney swept a bead of sweat off of her forehead. “I hope we never have to do anything like that again.” Jasmine nodded in agreement. The girls dusted off their stomachs with their hands and began to hobble towards the table where they first feasted. Relief came to them when they found their Pokéballs safe resting with their clothes. Their table was too much of a mess for anybody to bother with cleaning up.
“I was really scared there for a minute...” Jasmine worriedly uttered. “I just don’t like being away from my Pokémon.”
“Who doesn’t?” Whitney replied. The girls went to put their Pokéballs in their pockets only to find their thighs to be very padded reminders that their pockets were no longer there. Fortunately, they managed to fit their Pokéballs inside of rolls of fat on their belly. It was an odd method of storage, but they were large enough to take advantage of it, as their ice cream frenzy had raised their mass substantially. Had there been scales in the area to measure their weight, they would read somewhere in the proximity of 850 pounds. Their weights were approaching those of some of the heaviest Pokémon, and there was a good chance that they would pass them after their next meal.
Surprisingly enough, the girls managed to retain their mobility. Perhaps the Miltank milk, some way or another, was doing their body good. Yet their hundreds of pounds of flab still hampered their movement. Their bellies hung startlingly close to the floor. This was unfortunate as it obscured their thighs, which could easily put a Zapdos’s Thunder to shame. Whitney’s belly hung slightly lower than her friends, but as usual Jasmine made up with this with her width, as usual. Aside from the constant slapping-together of their thighs and bellies, their bellies jutted forward an impressive distance, making it impossible to see some of the floor ahead of them. Needless to say, some adaptation would be needed on the girl’s parts.
Whitney took a few seconds to adjust her black shirt, for comforts sake. Yet at this stage the shirt was strained and torn so much that it resembled a bra. From the distance one could assume that she was smuggling a pair of Voltorbs in her makeshift bra. It would be very absentminded to assume this, however; Voltorbs are too volatile Pokémon to be smuggled around inside of clothes. As Whitney shifted her body about, she found great joy in the shaking of her breasts. After all, such an impressive chest is very appropriate to a farmer of Miltanks.
Jasmine wasn’t without her own source of pride, though. All of those sugary sweets had managed to craft her a rear to go along with her hips. It’s a shame that she couldn’t turn around to see it, because even someone as modest as her would have to grin. It stuck out from under her back prominently; it would be smarter to consider it more like a cliff than a shelf. But either way, no matter how their fat was distributed, they were still gigantic, jiggly girls.
“Well...” Whitney began, “I guess we should probably head off to the fair now. At worst we’ll just be fashionably late.”
“Actually...” Jasmine raise up her hand. “I’m feeling a bit parched...”
“Yeah, something to drink wouldn’t be too bad. I’ve got that kind of thirst that needs more than milk...” Whitney paused, catching herself. “Not that milk is a bad thing! I just need something a bit more bubbly.”
“Well, I believe that there is a soda machine up on the roof of the department store. We should check it out.”
“I like the way you think.” Whitney replied.
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The two girls piled into the department store’s elevator. They had to turn sideways to slip through it, but even then there was little room for them to squeeze through. With just two passengers the elevator was close to it’s carrying capacity. The elevator was a stalwart elevator though, and managed to bring them to the top of the Goldenrod department store. The two squeezed out of the elevator.
“What a nice view of the city!” Jasmine cooed in awe as she looked over the edge of the building towards the horizon.
“Of course.” Whitney waddled next to Jasmine.
“I think I can spot the fair from here...” Jasmine noted as she peered past the edge of Goldenrod. Whitney looked around the top of the department store.
“I see something else nice up here.” Whitney smiled as she pointed towards the vending machines on the top.
“But how are we going to pay for them?” Jasmine asked. “We gave away our cards, remember?”
“I probably shouldn’t do this...” Whitney said as she waddled up to the soda machine. “But there aren’t any cameras nearby and I’m thirsty as a Bellsprout!” Whitney reared back then slammed the pop machine with her oversized belly. A few seconds of awkward silence went by.
“Oh dear.”
“Aww, that wasn’t what I expected at all!” Whitney whined, glaring at the pop machine. Suddenly the pop machine began to creak, groan, and rumble, and out popped a lemonade. Whitney grabbed it, popped it open, and gulped it down. Jasmine looked down, only to find another lemonade right behind it. She picked it up and drank it as quickly as Whitney.
“So refreshing!” She licked her lips.
“Hmm, looks like my belly worked...” Whitney reached down and picked up a bottled water. “Looks like I must’ve knocked the drinks loose. Well, I’m not complaining!”
“Wait!” Jasmine replied. She shuffled towards the candy machine and turned around. She then slammed it with her rotund rump, knocking all of the candy in it towards the bottom. She giggled and picked up a Rage Candy Bar.
“Nice!” Whitney replied, handing Jasmine a drink. “To good food and great fat!” She raised up her bottle.
“Indeed! Cheers!”
---
The vending machines on top of the Goldenrod department store were empty and slightly dented. Their edible contents could now be found in the bellies of two nearby gym leaders.
“That was a nice snack.” Jasmine said as she tossed the pile of wrappers into a nearby trash bin.
“Oh, definitely.” Whitney gave her belly a nice pat. The drinks and candy had fattened them up all over to 900 pounds, but the gain was definitely most evident in their waistlines. The liquid they had consumed gave them a sloshiness, not unlike large fleshy water balloons. There bellies also extended to the ground now and brushed and swayed across the ground as they moved. The girls had to be even more cautious than before, making sure not to trip over their own bellies, but for the ability to eat more food they were willing to make this sacrifice.
“Well, I guess we can head to the fair now.” Jasmine said. “Hopefully we didn’t miss too much.”
“Yep.” Whitney replied. “Then again, there’s not much to miss without us around. I’m more worried about getting there, anyway... It’s going to be one heck of a walk.”
“Indeed.” Whitney replied as the two crammed themselves into the elevator.
–-
“I... I can’t believe we’re here...” Whitney panted.
“Me... Me neither.” Jasmine was as winded as Jasmine was. They had walked a very respectable distance for a pair of girls who weighed nearly a half ton. As they shifted their weight from one massive leg from another their bellies jovially slapped at their thighs and swept the ground. Occasionally they would have to hold up their bellies to prevent themselves from stumbling and tripping over their own flab. “Moving is beginning to be a hassle...” Jasmine observed.
“Yeah, I think you’re right...” Whitney grabbed two hand fulls of soft skin and raised her belly up a few inches off the ground. “But to be honest, I don’t think we’ll be walking for too much longer...” She looked at the ground solemnly, then looked back up at Jasmine. “Well, I guess some sacrifices have to be made, eh?”
“Well, yeah... Anyway, our Pokémon will definitely help us with food...” Jasmine paused and blush. “I mean, they’ll help us with everything, of course...”
“Oh, definitely! We’ll always be their trainers and they’ll always be our Pokémon, no matter what!”
“That’s good!” Jasmine smiled brightly.
“Hey, look up ahead!” Whitney raised up a meaty arm and pointed forward.
“Ooh, is it an ice cream sundae?” Jasmine asked.
“Nope, but just as good! We’ve finally reached the fair!” Jasmine quickly turned around to see that, indeed, the entrance to the fair was just a few steps away. It had been quite the journey to reach the fair for the two, and had taken much longer than they expected it to, but they were finally at the Johto fair and it was time to have some fun.
“It’s just like I expected it to be!” Jasmine uttered cheerfully. She grabbed Whitney and pointed up into the air, a roll of pudge hanging off of her arm. “Look at that Ferris wheel!”
“Yeah, it’s pretty cool, isn’t it? I heard it’s the biggest one on Johto and Kanto.” Unfortunately, the girls were too large to ride the Ferris wheel, much less fit in it, but it was still quite the sight.
“And the merry-go-round is adorable, too! Look at all of those Ponyta on it, they’re so cute!” It took much restraint on her part, but Jasmine was able to resist waddling up and riding on the merry-go-round. If she attempted it, her rear would have easily engulfed on of the beautifully crafted Ponyta that circled around on it. It wasn’t a huge letdown for her; she knew that she could enjoy a good feast much more than any ride.
“You seem pretty thrilled to be here!” Whitney observed.
“Oh... I’m sorry, I hope I haven’t gotten carried away or anything...” Jasmine’s chubby cheeks were now tinted crimson. “This is my first time here...”
“No problem, don’t worry. You have to enjoy your first time at the fair to its fullest, after all.” Whitney looked around the park. “You know, we should check up on Miltank. I wonder if she’s enjoying this fair as much as you are.” Whitney began to chuckle, and soon Jasmine joined her in glee.
“I hope she is!”
“If she’s having half the fun you are then that’s all that matters!”
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As the two waddled off towards the farm were all of the Pokémon were stowed away they earned a lot of attention. Thanks to their unique hairstyles, many fair goers managed to recognize the pair. Had tabloids been a big thing in Johto hungry journalists would have probably been swarming over this recent development. Fortunately for Jasmine and Whitney the few muckrakers in the Pokémon world were too busy hassling Viridian gym leader Blue and his recent fling with the local Officer Jenny to care about any weight gain.
“Cotton candy, funnel cake, corn dogs...” Jasmine looked at all of the different foods on display at the fair. “It’s a shame my belly is too full for any more...” She picked up her belly and lifted it up. “You’d think there would be room in here for more!”
“I know what you mean...” Whitney added. “All of this stuff is so tantalizing...”
“Moooo!” That familiar cry roused the girls from their food induced day dreams.
“Miltank!” Whitney exclaimed. She and Jasmine quickly shuffled towards a nearby farm where Miltank was mooing gleefully at the sight of its trainer.
“Hey girl!” Whitney pet Miltank. “How are you doing? You having a good time here?” Miltank bellowed back in appreciation. “Good, good.”
“Hi little one!” Jasmine smiled as she leaned towards the cute cow Pokémon, her breasts and belly hanging towards the ground. Miltank opened her arms and moved towards Jasmine, who lovingly engulfed the Pokémon in a hug. Afterwards she set the Pokémon back down only to watch it quickly ran to the back of the farm.
“What’cha up to, Miltank?” Whitney asked curiously. Seconds later Miltank returned, carrying two bottles of milk with it. They were supposed to be sampled out to prospective buyers, but Miltank had decided to grab them and give it to its trainer and her trainer’s friend.
“Miltank, thank you!” Whitney exclaimed joyfully.
“Yes,” Jasmine added, “Thank you very, very much!” Miltank looked up to the pair and took delight in how much they liked their gift.
“Good thing there’s lots of good food around here.” Whitney pointed out as she hoisted the jug of milk up towards her mouth.
“Oh, yes!” Jasmine replied.
“To the best Miltank out there!” Whitney raised her milk into the air.
“Cheers!” Jasmined added as they brought the two jugs together, careful to make sure no drops of milk were jarred from the jugs. They then brought the milk to their mouths and began to guzzle the milk. Despite their best efforts some of the milk did stream down the sides of their face, but most of it ended up in their bellies anyway. As usual, the milk helped add even more fat to their bodies as their bellies began to bulge further onto the ground. In the end, however, the enriched milk was simply practice for all of the food the fair had to offer. With more room in their stomachs the two could really enjoy the fair at its fullest.
“Excuse me!” Whitney called to a passing vendor after tossing her empty bottle of milk to the side. “Could we have some cotton candy?” The vendor merely stared at them blankly, the poor sap’s brain overloaded.
“I hope that’s a yes...” Jasmine said.
“Well, even if it isn’t...” Whitney waddled past the vendor and grabbed eight sticks of cotton candy: four for herself and four for Jasmine. She handed them to Jasmine and the two began to snack off of them as they waddled towards the nearest booth. There waddling, of course, was more pronounced than it had ever been. Their panties clung tightly to the contour of their behinds and bulges, which shifted hypnotically as they hefted their bulk from one leg to another. Their thighs no longer rubbed together either, but practically crashed as they impacted each other.
The girls has conveniently eaten all of their cotton candy when they arrived at the nearest booth. The timing was perfect, since the last batch of milk had left them so famished that they could only satisfy their hunger by constantly feeding themselves.
“We’d like some food, please!” Whitney said with a smile to the attendant.
“Just a second...” The attendant turned around to see his customer, but was dumbfounded at the sight of the gigantic gym leader. “J... J... Just take what you want!” He stuttered before placing nearly everything the booth had to offer in front of the girls.
“Well, he could have been a bit nicer about things...” Jasmine muttered, “but at least we have food!” She raised up some funnel cake to her mouth.
“Eh, who cares?” Whitney blurted out as she chomped into a candy apple. “Let’s not let anyone ruin our fun.” As the two shoveled food into their mouth they seemed to be attracting quite a crowd. Fortunately, the crowd wasn’t viewing the girls with disgust, but instead awe at their remarkable eating abilities. Their hands brought the foods into their mouths with astonishing dexterity, and they didn’t even rest to breath. When the pile was gone the girls, now larger, waddled slowly towards the nearest food booth, grabbing snow cones and caramel corn to calm their stomachs. Upon arriving they systematically cleaned out the booth and waddled towards the next one. The crowd, of course, followed them.
But once that booth was cleared out there was a little difficulty on the girl’s part. Up until then they had amazing mobility for their sizes, perhaps in part to the mystified Miltank milk. But now their movements were definitely growing labored, most likely due to all of the hanging, soft flab they accumulated. Their thick legs were becoming especially troublesome, and their bellies rested further and further across the ground in front of them. Their oversized breasts trembled with their breaths, destroying any semblance of balance they had. Fortunately, their billowing behinds would cushion their fall easily.
“I think I need to sit down.” Jasmine cried to Whitney.
“Yeah, that would be pretty nice...” Whitney stumbled a bit as the bottom of her belly fell against her foot. “But we’re right next to the food! We can’t give up now!”
“Yes, you’re right!” The two hauled their bodies in front of the next stand, which specialized in brownies, pastries, and all of those classic home-cooked treats mom always baked for you. Although they had already gorged on such sweets back at the food court, these definitely of a higher caliber and remained flesh. “These smell wonderful... It’s a shame we don’t have any milk left.”
“Eh, that’s the way the cookie crumbles Jasmine.” Whitney scooped up some brownies and crammed them into her mouths.
“You’re right!” Jasmine filled her hands with some gooey chocolate chip cookies and greedily stuffed herself. A few minutes into the feast Whitney felt something soft brushing up against her belly. Her soft and sensitive skin couldn’t handle the situation, and soon she was holding back a belly laugh as best as she could. She bent her head down and peered past her bouncing bosom where she immediately found the source of her problems.
“Jasmine!” Whitney shouted, stifling her laughter as best as she could manage. Jasmine quickly set down the churro she was munching on.
“Yes, Whitney?” She asked.
“Your... Your leg!” Whitney snorted.
“Hmm?” Jasmine looked down and realized that a roll off of her thigh was resting on Whitney’s belly. Her hips had expanded so much in her last feast that they overlapped onto Whitney. “Oh no, I’m so sorry!” Jasmine said. She scooted her massive body over as far as she could manage to create some space between her and Whitney. “I guess we still haven’t gotten used to our size yet, have we?” Jasmine blushed.
“I don’t have any problems with that.” Whitney said. “I have nothing wrong with a surprise now and then!”
“Me neither!” Jasmine’s blush subsided and a grin formed on her face.
“Yeah! Now let’s get back to our food. We’ve still got a couple more booths to empty, you know!” With their minds full of worries the girls easily disposed of the food in front of them. They turned away from the booth and began to waddle towards their next snacks. “Ugh...” Whitney grunted as she attempted to push her legs against the ground. It took much effort on her part to move a few feet, and it would be a trial to reach another booth.
Had their breasts and bellies not blocked their vision of their feet, they could have seen the source of this impediment: their bellies rested at least two feet on the ground in front of them. Apparently homemade sweets were the most fattening sweets, as the girls now found themselves dragging their bellies across the ground for movement.
“Phew...” Whitney rested her hands on her belly. “This is getting to be some tough work...”
“I’m surprised we’re still moving!” Jasmine said, looking in awe at her own oversized drumsticks.
“I don’t think it will be that way for long.” Whitney replied, resting her hand on her belly. “In fact...” Whitney took a couple slow steps forward then let herself fall back, landing with a thud and some shaking on her well padded posterior, allowing her belly to fall between her legs. “I’m ready for immobility right now.”
“Are you sure?” Jasmine asked, showing definite hesitance. “How will we get food?”
“You’ll see!” Whitney looked up to Jasmine and smiled. “Just sit down and enjoy the ride!”
“Well... All right...” Jasmine plopped her heavenly hips down next to Whitney and watched as she reached into one of her rolls of fat. After a bit of searching she pulled out two Pokéballs.
“Oh, of course! Why didn’t I think of that?” Jasmine blushed as reached for her Pokéball containing her Magneton. Her Steelix was a bit too big for the simple task of food retrieval, so she decided to keep it in its Pokéball for the time being. Whitney slung her Pokéballs forward and they popped open to reveal her Clefable and Wigglytuff. The adorable Pokémon stared at Whitney, wide-eyed and curious. Clefable began to take a few steps forward, before leaping on Whitney’s belly.
“Clefable!” It cooed as it bounced on her belly. It had no idea why its trainer was so soft and puffy, but it didn’t matter, since it seemed to have too much fun bouncing on Whitney’s belly to concern itself with that triviality. Soon Whitney’s Wigglytuff joined the Clefable on her belly. It held a new admiration for her now squishy trainer as it viewed her weight gain as some very impressive inflation or perhaps some sort of human evolution it hadn’t seen until now. The use of her belly as a trampoline was just too much for Whitney to handle, and soon she burst into uproarious laughter. Her belly quaked with waves of joy as she laughed wildly, shaking so much that it managed to knock her Pokémon back onto the ground.
“Oh no! I’m sorry guys!” Whitney apologized as her Pokémon dizzily stood up.
“Well, I think they like the new us!” Jasmine laughter warmly as her Magneton buzzed around her.
“All right...” Whitney watched as her Wigglytuff and Clefable finally managed to regain their footing. “We need a little favor. Would you mind bringing us some food?” Whitney politely requested.
“You too, Magneton!” Jasmine added. The Magneton bobbed in the air and hovered towards the other two Pokémon. Without a second of hesitation the Pokémon rushed off, eager to make their masters happy, and seconds later returned with as much food as their stubby hands could handle. Magneton had opted to bring Whitney and Jasmine soda instead, as the cans clung easily onto the electric Pokémon, a sight which Jasmine just couldn’t help giggling at. She plucked a soda and gulped it down, before snacking on a cheeseburger Wigglytuff handed to her.
The Pokémon brought a constant supply of food to the girls, which was necessary as the girls bolted down their treats the second their Pokémon passed them off. Between these relentless rations and lack of movements, the girls were gaining at a rate that surpassed their fattening at the mall. Their bellies spread out bountifully between their legs and rested on the ground like water beds, upon which pillowy breasts rested. It was a good thing that they had given up moving, too, as their legs were now ever growing mounds with cute wiggling feet resting at their ends.
“I want to come to the fair next year!” Jasmine exclaimed gleefully in a moment’s reprieve between bites.
“Heck, no matter how hard it is to haul our huge butts out we’ll definitely have to do this again!” Whitney replied.
“I can only wonder how big we’ll be then...” Jasmine uttered dreamily.
“Only time will tell.” Whitney replied.
And so the feasting continued on for five more minutes. Even as the food dwindled they remained unaware that their Pokémon brought back less food. It wasn’t until the Pokémon returned empty handed that they realized something was amiss.
“So... There’s nothing left?” Whitney asked, a look of worry came across her face. In her and Jasmine’s current state they were hungry unless they had something to eat.
“Wiggly...” Wigglytuff’s huge eyes had a look of disappointment across them.
“Clefable...” Clefable was equally devastated.
“No, no, don’t be that way, it’s okay!” Whitney reassured her Pokémon.
“Yes! It’s not your fault!” Jasmine added.
“Exactly! So...” Whitney paused and went stiff, sending ripples through her body. “That smell...”
“Huh? What smell?” Jasmine began to sniff the air until it dawned upon her what Jasmine was specifying. The scent wafting their way was that of pies of every type. They had been planned for the eating contest, but this new spectacle had put most other events on hiatus. The planners had been too busy preparing to have witnessed Jasmine and Whitney’s feast, but had joined the crowd as they wheeled the pies out, leaving the pies sitting all alone. “It smells so good!” Jasmine shouted.
“Yes, it does!” Whitney added. “We have to get some pie!” The girls found themselves in such a furor to get the pie that they seemed to forget their size and inability to move. They shuffled their meaty legs around in an attempt to get off the ground, but they were encased in far too much blubber to lift themselves off the ground, and their wobbling rears helped pin them to the earth anyway. “Just a little bit more...” Whitney strained.
“Wait... I have an idea!” Jasmine said as she grinned mischievously. Jasmine and Whitney had known each other for a major portion of each other’s lives, and usually Whitney was the schemer of the two. Despite this, Whitney knew that when Jasmine had a plan that it was going to be good.
“Go for it!” Whitney exclaimed.
“Yes!” Jasmine lifted up a flap of fat and pulled out a Pokéball from it. “Steelix, I choose you!” She shouted, tossing her Pokéball nearby. The red and white orb cracked open and out from it materialized the giant silver snake.
“Grooooooh!” It growled as it reared off the ground.
“Awesome!” Whitney yelled.
“Um... Steelix...” Jasmine began. “See that cart over there with all of those pies? Would you mind bringing it to us? And be gentle with them, please!”
“Grooooooh!” Steelix squirmed towards the pies, causing the crowd to jump back slightly, and returned, pushing the cart of sweets with it’s head. It shoved it in front of the two, close enough so that they could feed themselves.
“Thanks Steelix!” Jasmine said warmly. Steelix closed its eyes and let loose a loud growl of approval. “And now...” Jasmine picked up a pie from the cart. “We eat!”
“Definitely!” Whitney grabbed another pie and crammed her face into it, causing Jasmine to chuckle. The girls gorged on the pies, steadily swelling as they ate. Meanwhile, all around them staff workers began to prepare the fair to close at the day came to an end. “I have to say...” Whitney turned to Jasmine. “Today was an awesome day!”
“Oh yes!” Jasmine replied after licking a pie pan clean of any crumbs. “And the food was marvelous too!”
“We’ll definitely have to do this again.” Whitney replied.
“I heard they opened a new place in Celadon, actually.” Jasmine pointed out. “The fruit smoothies are all natural, and you can practically order them by the barrel!”
“I like the sound of that!” Whitney grinned.
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It had taken much man power and even Pokémon power, but the girls were moved from the fair to somewhere much more liveable. A section of Whitney’s barn was refurbished to be comfortable for the girls, as nowhere in Whitney’s house could leave them with any room to move, not that they would be doing that much. Jasmine would be staying with Whitney until further notice, as a body of her size would require some effort to return to Olivine.
“Heh, heh, simmer down you two!” Whitney said to her Pokémon, who were laying on her bed of a belly which anchored her to the ground. “You don’t want to shake it too much, I’m finally full!” She rested her arms on her breasts, and smiled to her Pokémon with her cherubic face. Meanwhile, Jasmine was shifting around here rear to create some grooves in the thick blankets that had been placed on the bottom of her farm. This would be quite a sight, as each cheek of her rear was as large as her belly had been many, many pounds ago.
“Our bodies make the best pillows!” Jasmine said as her Magneton leaned up against her side.
“Definitely! Better than any bed out there.” She smiled widely, accentuating her chins and cheeks.
“I hope we can get some new clothes, though...” Jasmine said, attempting to adjust her bra as bust as she could. With the great amount of weight the pair had put on at the fair, even moving their arms was becoming a chore, but they wouldn’t have it any other way.
“I hope it’s not too much, I kind of dig letting my fat hang free.” Whitney replied.
“Of course!” Jasmine added.
“Being gigantic is awesome...” Whitney said as she looked out the window at the night sky.
“It is.” Jasmine added, smiling.
“Well, I think some sleep would be nice.” Whitney yawned, lifting up her arms as high as she could manage.
“The sooner we sleep, the sooner we get breakfast!” Jasmine replied. Suddenly, she noticing something tickling her behind. Unlike Whitney she wasn’t as great at holding in her laughter, so she was chuckling like wild. “There’s... There’s something on my butt!” Jasmine laughed. Whitney burst out laughing.
“Oops, sorry about that! I’m not laughing at you, just with you!” Whitney said, smiling.
“No problem!” Whitney replied as she tried to catch her breath. “But please, see what it is!”
“Hold on, I’ll check!” Whitney peered over her shoulders and thick arms to notice a small Pokémon resting on Jasmine’s behind. Upon closer inspection she recognized it as a Meowth that frequented the Goldenrod far. “I think a Meowth is using your behind as it’s bed!” Whitney said, looking at the cat-like creature curled up on Jasmine’s backside. It’s tail was swinging in it’s sleep, which was most likely the culprit for Jasmine’s tickle fit.
“He’s... He’s okay.” Jasmine chuckled as she finally managed to calm herself down. “Besides, I’m sure he’s getting the best sleep ever back there.”
THE END