Lazy Days in Lavaridge - 5

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!”