Being a Pokémon gym leader isn’t as luxurious as it looks. It has its benefits, of course: you can get a lot of supplies for free, and much recognition comes with being on of those enlightened eight who every trainer must defeat to prove their worth as a trainer. Despite that, it is still tough work. Challenges are frequent, but even in the high energy world of Pokémon not every battle can be epic.

Take the clash Lavaridge gym leader Flannery was fighting; The kid she was fighting against definitely had heart, but he was quite new to Pokémon battling. His Pokémon were nothing special, as he had all of the Pokémon you would typically see on a rookie: A Tailow, a Wurmple, and a Poochyena. He had one rare Pokémon on his team, a Rattata, and that was only interesting because they were nearly impossible to find in Hoenn. Anywhere else on the map they would be everywhere. Unfortunately for him, these Pokémon would be considered cannon fodder by many.

Indeed, they were successful at serving their purpose as cannon fodder in this battle. Flannery actually felt bad as her Slugma picked off the poor newbie’s Pokémon one by one, but it was her business. A gym leader is to avoid holding back no matter whom they fight so that only those who are ready to go on to the Pokémon league can continue their quest. With Flannery fighting at her full potential it didn’t take too long for her to knock out his entire team. When her Slugma finished off his Rattata with a well-shot Ember attack, the battle finished and the rookie ran out into the middle of the battlefield.

“Squeaky!” He yelled out, picking up his Rattata. “Don’t worry! You did pretty good!” He said, cradling his fainted Rattata.

“Hey, kid.” Flannery yelled as she ran to the middle of the arena. When she got there she kneeled next to him, putting herself on eye level with him. “How’s he doing?” She asked.

“He looks a bit roughed up, but he’ll be fine once I take him to a Pokémon center.” The kid looked up to Flannery and smiled.

“Yep!” Flannery smiled back. “I bet he’s the kind of Pokémon that won’t stay down that easily.”

“Nope, he’s persistent, kind of like me.” The kid brought out one of his Pokéballs and returned his Rattata into it. He stood up and put the Pokéball into his belt. “I’m gonna be back!” The kid shouted. He was still smiling. He turned around and walked out of the gym, Whitney watching closely.

“That kid has lots of heart.” Flannery put her hands on her hips. “I think he’ll be a hell raiser when he comes back.”

“I gotta agree. He’s got potential.” Flannery turned around to see Kindler Keegan standing behind her. Kindler Keegan was nearly as big a fire Pokémon enthusiast as Flannery, and was a frequent guest of the Lavaridge gym. “He just chose a tough gym to start out at.”

“Mmmhm.” Flannery nodded her head. It was true. The Lavaridge gym, although not the toughest challenge in Hoenn, definitely was not meant for beginners. This didn’t stop the upstarts, however. There was an increasing number of new blood around Lavaridge Town lately, and they used Pokémon they had just wrangled from the wild. Since they had little time to bond with their Pokémon and prepare them for gym level fighting, many struggled when they battled against Flannery.

Startlingly enough, Pokémon battling was beginning to grow stale with Flannery. She felt disheartened, but the recent lack of worthy opponents was definitely contributing to this sentiment.

“It looks like it’s about time to close shop.” Kindler Keegan observed and he looked up to the clock.

“Yep.” Flannery replied as she rocked back and forth on her feet. “It is getting kinda dark out.” Flannery pointed out as she looked out the window. “You know, I think I’m going to take a little vacation.”

“You’re what?” Kindler Keegan exclaimed.

“I need a little time to take a breather from battling. It’s starting to get kinda stressful, you know, and I don’t want it to get that way.”

“Hmm.” Kindler Keegan rested his chin on his hand in introspection. “I can understand where you are coming from. I guess we all need to take a break so that things don’t get too boring, even if they are our passion.”

“Exactly!” Flannery said. “Besides, it’s just gonna be a short break. Like maybe a week or something. And you can be in charge of the gym while I’m relaxing.”

“Are you serious?” Kindler Keegan blurted out. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but he had always wanted an opportunity like this to arise.

“Serious as a Salamance.” Flannery replied. “I trust you enough to keep things running right. Besides, with you taking care of things, I won’t have anything to worry about.”

“I... I would be honored to take care of this gym while you are resting.”

“Heh, that’s good.” Flannery scratched the back of her head. “I probably would’ve made you do it, anyway!” She chuckled, before running out of the gym. “And as your first order of business, you get to close up the gym!” She shouted as she turned back, before throwing the keys to the gym back to Kindler Keegan.

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Night had fallen, and Flannery was changing into her night clothes, ready to get some sleep.

“Tomorrow is the day my vacation starts,” she said as she fell onto her bed. She laid in bed for a few seconds, looking up at the ceiling, when her eyes burst wide open. “Wait a second . . . ” She thought. “I don’t even know what I’m going to do for my vacation!”

Indeed, Flannery hadn’t gone on vacation since she was first put in charge of the Lavaridge gym. Her job was just far too fun for her and her Pokémon. She quickly sat up in her bed, staring ahead blankly. “Well... I’m sure I can think of something to do. Besides, do I even have to do anything? Aren’t vacations just fun to lie around and do nothing?” She paused for a second. “Oh no, I’ve been so over stressed at the gym that I’ve started talking to myself!” She said. “Good thing I’m on this vacation, or else someone would probably toss me in the looney bin . . . ” She stretched and fell back onto her pillows, pulling her cover up with her. “Well . . . I’ll just improvise. I’ll figure out something worth doing tomorrow.” She flipped off her lamp, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

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“Good morning Lavaridge!” While most people wake up with a yawn, stretch, and a cup of coffee, Flannery wakes up with a shout. She practically leapt out of her bed, eager to begin the first day of her vacation. She cleaned up, changed into her traditional shirt and jeans, and danced out of her front door out to greet her Lavaridge. “Wait... Where the heck is everyone?” she asked, shrugging her shoulders. Unfortunately for Flannery most of Lavaridge was at work, but she was usually too busy opening the gym at this hour to know this.

“Dang, it’s empty here...” She said as she scanned the barren town. “Kinda lonely out here, isn’t it...” She reached into her pockets. “Well, I can fix that!” She pulled out her three Pokéballs and let loose her Slugma, Magcargo, and Torkoal. “Well guys, it looks like it’s just us here, but at least I get to spend the beginning of my vacation with my favorite Pokémon!” She sat down next to her Pokémon and placed her head on her hands. “Now I just have to figure out what to do... Sheesh, I didn’t think a vacation would be so tough!”

Ever since her father passed the Lavaridge gym down to her Flannery had been too concerned with the well-being of the gym to spend any time for herself. It was a drastic change from her formerly fun and free life, but she wouldn’t give it up for anything. Either way, there were still moments she spent pining for some time to spend on herself. Oddly enough, she never used this time to think of anything to do if she ever did get that time to herself.

“Hmm...” Flannery sat down on the ground, and her Pokémon sat down next to her. “What to do, what to do...” She pondered. “Maybe I can throw a party. Just for us, you know!” Her Pokémon cried out happily at this prospect. “But what kind of party...” She sighed and slumped back down, looking to her Magcargo and hoping that it would offer her some sort of advice. She was watching a flame that was flickering through its shell, when she was struck by inspiration.

“A fire Pokémon barbecue!” She shouted triumphantly as she stood back up. “That’s what I’ve always wanted to do!” The idea of using fire Pokémon to barbecue food had always sounded like a good prospect for Flannery. It combined fun and fire by allowing her Pokémon to join in the festivities with her, while training their skills at the same time. Unfortunately for her, her schedule had been far too busy to accommodate this. Now that she had some free time, though, it was finally an option.

Flannery ran back into her house, her Pokémon crawling slowly after her. Upon reaching her kitchen she swung open the doors to her refrigerator and was instantly taken aback at the amount of food in it.

“Dang.” Her eyes were wide open in shock. “I had no idea there was so much food lying around here...” Most of the food in the fridge had been left by her grandfather for her to consume slowly over the span of a year or so. Despite such an ample supply of food, most of her nutrition came from snacks she ate between Pokémon battles, this diet responsible for her slim figure. “Ah well, I’m not complaining!” It took her a couple trips to transfer all of the meat to the backyard, but Flannery managed it.

“Phew,” She dropped her extra large meal on a table set up in her backyard. “Let’s see... Am I forgetting something?” She snapped her fingers. “Oh yeah, drinks! A party is nothing without something to drink, and I need stuff to eat it with, too!” Her Pokémon watched as she rushed into her house, only to reappear soon after carrying a box of soda along with some plates and silverware.

“Let’s see... Now, how do I do this...” She pondered aloud. She looked to her Pokémon. “Any ideas?” Her Pokémon let out a few grunts. “Hmm... Sounds good to me, but... Wait, I think I’ve got it!” Flannery jumped up from her seat and ran into her kitchen once again. Seconds later she returned, this time carrying a meat skewer with her. “All right, I think I’ve got everything ready this time, honest!” Her Pokémon looked at each other and rolled their eyes and their master raised up the meat skewer and stabbed a nearby hamburger.

“All right, let’s give this a try gang. And remember to cook it well!” She said as she held out the burger to her Pokémon. They quickly opened their mouths and blasted fire at the piece of meat. When they seized their attack Flannery was slightly irked at what she saw. The hamburger was black as coal and essentially inedible. It might make a good snack for her Pokémon, but not for Flannery. “Erm, not bad guys...” She subtly tossed the burnt burger onto the ground. “Let’s try this again, with a bit less fire and a bit more love...” She skewered another burger and held it in front of her Pokémon. They toasted it again, this time their efforts a bit more subdued.

“Okay, let’s see...” Flannery tore the cut the burger to check it’s insides. “Hmm, looks well cooked to me. And now for the taste test!” She took a large bite out of the burger. “Not bad, not bad at all guys!” She said as she chewed on it. “I think you three have futures in cooking!” Her Pokémon grunted happily. “So, you guys want anything?” She extended a piece of the burger to her Pokémon, but they merely stared back at her blankly. “Oh yeah, I forgot you guys just eat hot rocks and magma and stuff... Duh!” Flannery chomped off the rest of the burger. “Well, that’s more for me, then!”

Flannery skewered another burger, holding it out for her Pokémon to roast. When it was adequately cooked she gobbled it up. She looked at more of the burgers, and struck with inspiration speared as many burgers as she could fit on the skewer. When the burgers were nice and warm she took a huge chomp out of the side.

“I should’ve done this a long time ago, this is fun!” Flannery said as she cleaned every scrap of meat off of the skewer. “Let’s see, what else did grandpa leave for me... Hot dogs, chicken... Ooh, steak and ribs... Looks like I’ve got it made, eh guys?” Flannery grabbed a can of soda and popped it open, gulping down the sweet, bubbly drink, then held out some ribs for her Pokémon to cook. When it was finished she raised it up into the air. “All right guys! Here’s to good food, good Pokémon, and my vacation!” She bit into the oversized ribs, a look of glee covering her face as savored the meaty ribs.

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“I.... I can’t believe I ate all that...” Flannery lied on the table’s bench, nursing and rubbing her swollen stomach, which bulged out from her jeans. Her Pokémon surrounded her, watching her with concern, wondering what the source of their trainer’s discomfort could be.

“Don’t worry guys, I’m feeling fine!” With some effort Flannery pushed herself to an upright position, her belly falling across her jeans. “I just ate a little more than I thought I would.”

This was a major understatement on her part. All that remained of the food that her grandfather expected her to live on was a pile of bones. Somewhere in that pile a couple empty cans of cola were strewn about; they had helped Flannery wash down her drinks very well.

“Jeez, my jeans feel tight...” Flannery’s thighs filled out her once baggy jeans, and her bubbly behind swung left and right slinkily, even at its swollen size. “Well... At least I wear it well!” She said as she shook her broad behind. Flannery stretched and yawned. “Time to rest my full stomach.” She said. “I think I’ll get a quick afternoon nap in and check what’s on TV.” She ran back into her house, her Pokémon slowly following after her.

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“I think that’s everything in the house.” Flannery lamented as she let out a deep sigh. The past couple of days since her barbecue had passed been passed in complete gluttony, leaving her house barren of food. She was already shocked at how much meat her fridge was storing, but was even more startled when she realized how much food was stockpiled in her home. Her grandfather had intended for her to have enough food to remain independent for as long as she could manage. Unfortunately, Flannery had inadvertently undermined her grandfather over the past couple days. Her barbecue had set off something on her, transforming her from the small eater she was into a rather voracious gaining girl.

“Whatcha got there?” Flannery asked bending over, her belly obstructing her progress. Her Slugma had squirmed over to her and was carrying something in its mouth. The fiery invertebrate opened its mouth, dropping a bag of barbecue chips into Flannery’s hand. “Well... Thanks!” Flannery smiled as she ripped open the bag and popped a couple chips into her mouth. She stood up. “I think I’ll check the fridge, see if there is any pop left, then...” She began to waddle into the kitchen.

To accommodate her new body type, Flannery had made a couple of small changes to her wardrobe. Rather than her typical jeans Flannery wore a pair of shortly cut jean shorts which worked very well to emphasize her thickened thighs and hugged tightly to her bulbous bubbly butt. She kept the front of her shorts unzipped so that her gut could spill out from it unrestrained. She had also had tossed aside her black shirt, with its iconic fire symbol, for a tiny black tank top emblazoned with the same symbol. This gave her blubbery belly and breasts the greatest freedom, which showing off much of her newly fat figure, as her belly and breasts had grown impressively due to her binging which had also raised her weight into the 400's. Her chest had been impressively large for her figure beforehand, and now it seemed that she was finally growing a body to match her bust, although it is needless to say her bust had expanded its own share.

“Aww...” Flannery reached deep into her bag of chips, scouring every crevice of the bag for any chips she may have missed earlier. When she felt no sizeable chips left she raised the bag up, tipped it towards her mouth, and let the crumbs pour into her mouth. With the bag free of any contents she crumpled it up and threw it into a nearby trap can.

“You guys know if there is anything left?” She asked. Her Pokémon looked back at her blankly. She opened a couple of nearby cabinet doors, only to find them devoid of anything edible. She continued to open everything in the kitchen, making sure that she hadn’t missed anything. Unluckily for Flannery, however, she hadn’t missed anything. There was nothing consumable in the kitchen.

With her options for food running out, she decided that there might be something worth eating in her room. With that in mind she quickly rushed up the stairs, her flesh jiggling and bouncing wildly as she ascended to the second floor. She arrived at the top, panting due to her overexertion and increased body mass, and took a break to gather her breath. When she had regained her wind she rushed into her room without hesitation and began her hunt. She looked in her dresser, under her bed, and even in the closet in hopes that she may find some rogue Halloween candy she had stashed away in the recent past. Unfortunately, she found nothing edible... But she did find something that was definitely of interest. Tucked away in the corner of her sock drawer was a small gold card.

“How did that get there?”She asked as she picked up the card and inspected it. She flipped it around and read it, when suddenly everything came back to her. They gave this card to her back when she first became a gym leader. Apparently she was supposed to use it if she ever needed to travel anywhere. She could use it to buy supplies, medicine, food... Flannery began to grin wickedly as she picked up her nearby phone.

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For such a small town, Lavaridge had a decent amount of delivery places. Flannery surveyed all of the food sitting in front of her: barbecue wings, a couple pizzas, Chinese food, and the coup-de-grace, a five-foot long sub. She had moved a large table in front of her couch and had sat all of her food on it to simplify her feeding.

“All right!” Flannery put her hands on her hips, her pudgy paws sinking in slightly. “Good thing I found that card, I was beginning to get pretty hungry there!” She slapped her stomach. “Now... What to begin with...” Flannery leaned over and looked over her selection. “Eeny, meeny, miny...” She grabbed a wing, slathered in sweet barbecue sauce. “This!” She quickly cleaned the wing of its meat and grabbed another wing, repeating this process. Eventually she began to grab wings with both hands, allowing her to eat wings even more quickly than before. Consequently, this caused her to finish off the wings much quicker, but she was too engrossed with her eating to notice or care. Fast or slow, she wanted that food in her belly either way.

When her supply of wings diminished, she shifted her concentration to the Chinese food. Noodles, orange chicken, egg rolls... She had all of the essentials and many others and she ate them with just as much vigor as when she ate the wings. This caused much expansion in her stomach, causing it to grow over the couch and under her table.

“Heck!” Flannery chuckled, “I didn’t even need this table! I could’ve just used my gut and save myself some time and effort! Of course... That would have been kind of messy!” Flannery grabbed a slice of pizza and took a large bite from it. “Oh well!” She grabbed another two slices and “pasted” them together making Marinara sauce, before consuming her new culinary concoction.

When the pizza was gone all that remained was the five-foot long sub. Under other circumstances this sub would be enough to cater a party; instead, it was Flannery’s main course. She set aside a pair of two-liter bottles of soda to help wash it down, picked up the sub, and began to eat it.

Flannery didn’t rush with the sub as she did with everything else. She felt like savoring it instead of gulping it down voraciously to add more pounds to her body. This time she did use her belly to help her eating, allowing it to prop up the sub slightly to make consuming it slightly less difficult. At the same time her belly was pushing the table even further away.

As more and more of the sub disappeared into Flannery’s stomach, she began to realized how full she was. However, she was not willing to let this impede her progress. Determined to finish the sub, she persevered, as the five-foot sub became a four-foot sub, a three-foot sub, a two-foot sub, and eventually a one foot sub.
“I... Have to finish this sub...” Flannery groaned as she held the sub near her mouth. She took a large gulp of soda, finishing off the second two-liter, and held the soda up to her mouth. “This is one battle I won’t lose!” Flannery’s determination lead to a second wind of unger as she laboriously gobbled up the last pieces of the subs. When all that remained was a small piece of bread she popped it into her mouth and grinned.

“I can’t believe I ate the whole thing...” She groaned, rubbing her stomach. Pushing the table aside she stood up to do some stretching. As she stood up her belly fell across her thighs and to her knees. Flannery inspected it, wide-eyed at the sight of her own bloated waistline. She prodded it with a pudgy finger. It felt firm, but she knew that once she had time to digest the food it would be much squishier, and perhaps even larger. She tried to waddle a few steps forward, but was encountered with some difficulty. It wasn’t so much due to all of her weigh, although that did make moving much more awkward, but instead her shorts were restricting her motion. Their seams were near the bursting point, with flesh peaking through them at some points.

“Hmm... I guess I’ve outgrown my shorts...” She observed. She then grinned and picked up a third two-liter she had been saving later. She uncapped it and began to gulp it down, until her pants ripped in half and fell to the ground, revealing the overstretched black panties she wore underneath them. “Much better!” She cheered in celebration of her new freedom. She stretched and yawned, before waddling towards the stairs. “And now, I’ll get some sleep in...”

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Flannery was on the final day of her vacation, and she had spent the dwindling days of her holiday gorging and gaining. She was a bit crestfallen that her days of decadence were coming to an end, but she was also eager to return to her duties at the Lavaridge gym. She didn’t want her skills and Pokémon to become as soft as her, after all. Of course, this being the last day of her vacation, she had something extra special planned for the end of her vacation.

Lavaridge is famous for its glass crafting, the majestic Meteor Falls, and the fire Pokémon that inhabit nearby areas. None of these attractions, however, are as famous as the hot springs of Lavaridge. Tourists from all over Hoenn, Johto, and Kanto flock for a chance to relax and forget all of their strife in the bubbling, steaming springs.

Flannery was a frequent guest of the hot springs, but this was a special day, so she treated it as such. She set aside a fine selection of goodies to aid her indulgence, including a dozen or so boxes of chocolates and three delicious gourmet cakes. She had also ventured to her favorite spring, which was secluded in a rocky area in her back yard, so that she could bathe in the nude. She found this to be extremely relaxing, but because of a few incidents involving some particularly perverted Flannery fan boys, she had to restrict it to her private springs. She had no real qualms with bathing in privacy; it was extra relaxing in her secret spring, anyway.

It was difficult to scale the rocks at this weight, which was quite surprising since they weren’t even major obstructions. Then again, at 800 pounds even the least menacing of obstacles can add a stumble to your waddle. She arrived at her hideaway a bit winded, then scanned the area to make sure that no one was sneaking any peaks. You can never be too careful when dealing with the perverted, after all. When all was secure she reached at the bottom of her tank top and began to pull it off. As she slipped it above her head her unrestrained breasts were able to flop out and recline upon her belly. Slipping off her underwear was a bit tougher matter, since they had they practically merged with her rear, but they were also buried under her bouncy belly. She managed to shimmy them off, however, and was finally ready to relax in the hot water.

She slowly and carefully lowered herself in the spring, making sure not to slip or trip on any of the rocks. Fortunately she was able to do this with grace, and she managed to slowly slip into the spring. She settled her massive body in, the water rising up above chest, which floated slightly on the water due to her blubbery and buoyant breasts. As she slid further into the water, she elated to discover that she still fit in the hot spring, although her body cause some of the water to leak out. When she finally settled herself her Pokémon squirmed next to her, bringing along with them her food.

“Thanks guys!” She smiled to her Pokémon, who grunted back approvingly at her. She opened up the first box of bonbons, popped one into her mouth, and reclined further into the water. “This is the life...” She sighed as she reclined further into the hot spring as she began tossing more bonbons into her mouth. Unlike her recent feasts, Flannery took her time. She wanted to savor the last day of her vacation, not gobble it up quickly like she had the other six days. She still expanded from her eating, but at a much more modest rate, even as she was enjoying the three fattening cakes she ordered from the local bakery. She ate them delicately with a fork, instead of with her hands, although she did wish to do that. It was more fun that way, but no where near as relaxing, and relaxing was what she was going for today.

About an hour or so Flannery had finished soaking, relaxing, and eating. The hot spring felt even smaller, but it was still far from being filled with Flannery. Although that would be inconvenient, Flannery found something extra sexy about being able to fill up her hot spring with her own obese body. She clumsily pulled herself out from the hot spring, being extra careful not to trip and fall onto the rough rocks, and stood next to the spring once she managed to get out of it. She bent over to pick up a towel, finding it amusing that she didn’t need to bend over any more for her belly to touch the ground, and grabbed it to dry herself off. She chuckled more when she realized that she would only need it to cover her breasts, and her belly did a very good job of obscuring her lower half.

As she held up the towel, prepared to dry herself off, she paused. She began to grin deviously, and threw her towel to the ground. No where was watching, and her back yard was hidden from any potential on lookers. Invigorated by the sensation of all of her hanging flab and rolls she began to waddle to her house, opting to allow the wind to serve as her towel.

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Today was the big day. Today that upstart trainer from four chapters ago would return to Lavaridge to battle Flannery once again. It had been a week since his last battle, and he had spent all seven days diligently training for the rematch. He took some time to study type weaknesses, and had since then had drafted a Corphish and a Graveler for his team. However, his strongest Pokémon was still his Rattata, which had since then evolved into a Raticate. To make it versatile as possible he outfitted it with a wide variety of moves, including Dig, which would be his main tool when battling her Torkoal. He had already fought the battle a few times in his mind, preparing himself for any possible counter attacks. He eagerly held his Pokéball containing his Raticate as he pushed aside the door to her gym.

“All right, no matter what I just have to keep calm. If I let my nerves get the best of me, it’s over...” The boy chanted this in his mind as he stepped onto the main field. “Just don’t let the pressure get to me and...” He looked up and nearly dropped his Pokéballs out of shock. In front of him sat Flannery... But something was just a little bit different. Just a little bit.

“Hey!” Flannery smiled as she grabbed a bite of pizza. “What’s up? It’s nice to see you around here again!” There sat Flannery, the gym leader who was once one of the most lithe in all of Hoenn, now an immobilized young lady. She sat on top of a large mattress, put in place so that her massive rear could be as comfortable as possible.

Due to her size, she was momentarily clad in a tank top and a large pair of underwear, which were the few clothes that could fit her oversized body, and even then they were being pushed well beyond their limits. Indeed, it was miraculous that she could squeeze her breasts into her oversized tank top in the first place, as her massive mammaries wanted to burst out of it by any means possible. Now wasn’t the time for them to do that, unfortunately. Regardless of this, Flannery still showed off a large amount of cleavage, which seemed to quiver as if had a mind of its own.

“Please, come on over!” Flannery invited. “I’m not too busy, you know! I’m just having a little snack, you don’t want to Pokémon battle on an empty stomach, after all.” It seemed that Flannery didn’t want to eat off an empty stomach, either. At this point the most efficient way for her to eat was by using her belly as a substitute table that she could rest her food on. It worked out well enough for her, as the squishy mass of flesh that hung off of her abdomen was well over table sized, anyway. Even then her arms had difficulty reaching the food that rest on it, as all of the flab that hung off of them made moving them slowly and slowly more difficult. Flannery was a resourceful girl, though, so she would be sure to find a way to eat even at more advanced weights.

“So, you’re here again for a rematch? I knew you wouldn’t be the kind of kid to let one little loss get you down.” Flannery shifted her massive rear around to make herself a bit more comfortable. At this stage, there was definitely a lot to make comfortable. Had she had a sofa in the gym leader her behind could easily fill it, but unfortunately they wouldn’t be able to move a sofa into the gym until tomorrow. Until then she was to sit on a large mattress, but her rear was more than cushiony enough for her to live through this. Her overstretched underwear left little to the imagination, but then again there was a lot of rear to leave possible to leave to the imagination.

The movement of her body caused her legs to scoot across the ground. Her legs were coated with far too much fat at this point to aid her in movement, so they just sat next to her belly, jiggling occasionally whenever Flannery felt like moving them. Even then her feet couldn’t reach the ground if she wanted them to, as they now rested on a roll of fat that protruded near her ankles. Her legs easily weighed much more than she did before her gain, and she felt much satisfaction from this.

The young trainer had no clue what Flannery could have been up to in the week since they last met, but whatever it was, the boy assumed that lots and lots of food was involved. Yet despite the extra weight, this was still the same Flannery as always that sat in front of him... There was just much more to her now. She wore her weight well anyway, as her face had a very pinchable quality to it that it had before lacked.

“Well, are you going to stand there all day, or are we going to battle?” Flannery inquired. The trainer quickly regained his wits and held up his Pokéballs.

“Of course! But this time it’s going to be different! Very different!” The trainer raised up the Pokéball containing his Raticate.

“All right! I wouldn’t want it any other way!” Flannery grinned. “Let’s get this party started!”