Erika's Overgrowth 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Vilepluuuuume . . . ”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Greetings.” Erika replied, gently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Something wrong?”  The cook asked, concerned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not really...” Picnicker Tina replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Whoa.”  Picnicker Tina added.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s up?” Cooltrainer Mary asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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