"Hey there, sweetie!" Delia laughed, opening the door for the young trainer, who held her hands behind her petite rear end, each finger interlocked with one another. Delia's lips curled into a smile, her cheeks dimpling in a way they hadn't before. Misty couldn't place it, but something was off even then.
"Hello, Mrs. Ket--"
"Don't be so formal. You can just call me Delia," the older woman laughed, waving her hand. Her hands seemed slightly thicker, less defined, the joints in her fingers less noticable amongst the slight layer of pudge. It was then that Misty picked up on the difference: Ash's mom had put on a small amount of weight. It wasn't significant, no. Just a slightly rounder face, her smooth skin puffed out over her body, her breasts slightly larger, her belly larger than that, but her hips and derriere being the metaphorical cherry on the top of the cake. In fact, her body sort of resembled a cake, but, of course, she wasn't fat, not even chubby, just pudgy.
"Okay, so why'd ya call me down?" Misty asked, her lips twitching ever so slightly, "Is Ash coming home soon?"
"Well, I really don't know anything about that," laughed Delia as she guided Misty into her kitchen, "But I did hear he was in the Sinnoh League right now in the semi-finals, so I'd keep your fingers crossed he'd come back for a little bit."
There was a sensation in the gym leader's chest, a moment of utter stillness before all jubilation radiated from every artery and orafice in the muscle tissue. It was an instant, a slow, shocking second, but it was one filled with stomach flipping euphoria and excitement. Coming back! Coming back! Those words never held that same power as they did now.
Delia smiled at this, and turned toward the oven, bending over so her soft, juicy butt cheeks strained the seat of her pants for an instant before she rose up, holding, in her gloved hands, a gigantic cake. She placed it on the table, smiling as Misty stared at it, in awe. "I thought you might want to try out this little cake I'm working for at that restaraunt I'm opening up over in Pallet Town."
"You're opening up a restaraunt?" Misty stammered, a smile on her lips.
"Well, you know how it is. Kid out of the house, nothing to do all day, it's something fun that can fill the time and my wallets," Delia laughed, placing her hands on her gently convex belly. Evidentally, as Misty noticed, it also filled her stomach, but that was an inpolite thing to say to such a great woman.
"So when is it opening?"
"Few weeks. Just testing out the menu. Mind trying out some of this cake? Tell me if it's any good or not?"
"I don't have a problem with that." Misty harpooned the cake, and, shrugging with a grin, swallowed a forkful of the fluffy, delicious cake. Her lips curled into a broad smile as she appreciated the magnitude of the flavor, the texture, everything! She took a second forkful, and another, until the slice had disappeared. "Uh, Mrs. Ke--er--Delia, may I have a se--"
"Go right ahead. Don't be ashamed to eat as much of it as you want," Delia laguhed.
Misty ended up devouring half of the cake. She slumped backwards, hands resting on her slightly distented belly as she sighed, the pressure from within forcing her belly to pull against her jeans, a strained, yet not necessarily unwelcomed, sensation. A sensation of everything pushing out from within, from a single focal point, against every surface, a pressure slowly descending deeper and deeper into her body as the food was digested. She smiled, contentedly, as Delia took a slice for herself to test it out. Judging by the significantly larger slice she cut for herself next, a smile on her lips.
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