Chapter #5Gloria the Glutton by: Unknown Reclining her back on the cushions of the living room's groaning couch was a young woman sporting 257kg and 195cm. 17-year-old Gloria, absent-mindedly reaching a pudgy arm across the coffee table to grab another piece of fudge that her mother had made, had always been obese. Gloria was a profoundly plump, heavyset young woman with a well-fed face sporting round, firmly, and heartily plump cheeks akin to a Greedent's, sitting above a tenderly chubby neck with pale skin stretching softly from her collarbone to her chin. While it was undoubtedly true that women in the rural areas of the Galar region tended to be a bit plump than the average female, Gloria and her mother in the quaint little village of Postwick were known for being more than just chubby. Arms soft with flossy flab shooting from pudgy shoulders inadvertently jostled her firm chest as the piece of fudge was dragged through the air to land in her mouth, eyes still glued to the fight on her phone.
The poor sofa had long suffered from taking the burden of the young woman's richly-flesh back, adorned with multiple thick folds where it met the slope of her rotund, meaty hips and fat, heavy posterior. Despite Gloria feasting from the plate of fudge for half an hour now, once an impressive pile and now down to its last squares, her generously chubby stomach stood out confidently from her torso, impossible to retract but firm enough to avoid sagging. Her bulky calves rested on the opposite armrest, connected to remarkably fleshy thighs that almost always grind together whenever their owner strolled. The limits of her mobility are significantly diminished because of all this padding, lacking the weightless alacrity of someone slimmer. Still, her well-fed and filled-out frame was capable of bouts of energy and flexibility that would surprise observers.
Gloria grunted as she shifted her richly padded behind to get more comfortable in her reclined position, the furniture whining and her body erupting in a sea of wobbling flesh underneath her taunt clothing. The jiggles, however, weren't paid attention to, as the lass kept her attention on the ongoing fight rapidly reaching its climax. She wasn't ignorant of her obesity; Gloria knew that she was far more prominent than the average girl her age, but it wasn't an aspect of herself she viewed negatively. If anything, the fact that she was so large while still in good health, unencumbered mostly by her calorie-laden diet, was almost an achievement. Postwick had long been accustomed to the heavyset girl and her more heavyset mother, whom the daughter had received her eating habits from, and no one in the village had ever made her feel bad for her weight or encouraged her to lose it. To them, she was just a bigger-than-average lass with an affinity for Pokemon.
As the Pokemon champion's Gigantamax Charizard delivered the finishing blow to the opposing Duraludon with a star-shaped fireball erupting from its maw, Gloria mirrored the action with a stifled belch as the last fudge square settled in her stomach hidden under layers of pudge. "Mph...hey, mom? Can I have some more fudge, please?" She patted her fleshy stomach, a sizeable portion of it exposed as the hem of her shirt couldn't stretch past it without significant maneuvering. "I'm still starving." The 17-year-old requested more fattening dessert to snack on in the most polite way she could put it into words. Was it an exaggeration to say she was starving? Perhaps, but in Gloria's case, it certainly took a lot of food to make her feel full.
"Sorry, honey; I'm afraid we're out of fudge." A matronly, gentle voice rang out in the living room as Gloria's mother walked from the kitchen towards her daughter, the floorboards creaking ever so slightly underneath her weight.
"Huh?" Gloria blinked rapidly from the slight shock of that information, her thumb instinctively finding its way to the power button of her rotom phone just as Leon's Charizard was declared the victor. The absence of immediate fatty food was a concern that took priority over Pokemon fighting, and it demanded her full attention. "I thought there was still a tray left in the fridge?" Gloria heaved her heavy frame up from her reclined position on the couch in tandem with the sofa's various noises of protest, swiveling her head on her soft neck to face her mom.
"There was, honey. But you should know by now that you're not the only sweet tooth living here.~" Gloria's mother giggled as she shuffled with unhurried indolence towards her daughter to deliver a plate of buttered scones in place of fudge, her overtly flabby calves and blubbery thighs forcibly squashing together as she proceeded at a measured march. At 201cm and weighing 359kg, the apple did not fall far from the tree with Gloria, as her mother's thoroughly well-fed, lush constitution with ample curves came from a lifetime of luxurious eating habits her daughter took on. She had a plumply rounded face that smoothly flowed into her supple neck, flanked on both sides by well-developed yet significantly insulated shoulders that held sturdy, jiggling arms. Bending down to set the dish of treats on the table, her tremendously fleshy, heavy rear end curved into her thoroughly fattened, filled-out hips that had been undulating with her gait. Her large, denim-overall coated stomach sagged just below her pelvis, brushing against the headrest her daughter had been resting on. "Now, scoot over. I've earned an hour of T.V. time after all my work to keep us fed."
"Yeeess mom, thank you, mooom." Gloria giggled as she moved over to accommodate her mother's ample backside on the couch, reaching forward to stuff her face with those delicious scones while the couch sagged further in response to the added weight. With Gloria's mom's luxuriantly doughy back settling onto the couch's back cushions, the sofa was now taken up entirely in seating, the two supremely chubby women relaxing as they ate while the television sprang to life to display the news. "You always make the best scones, mom.~" Gloria grinned as she reached for another one of the delectable treats, her mother doing the same.
"They're not worth eating if they're not the best, dear." Gloria's mother smirked, more than a little proud of her cooking ability. "What were you watching on your rotom?"
"Oh, just watching the exhibition match..." Gloria not-so-eagerly answered her mom's question, her gaze already on the news. Of course, it was talking about the match, which wasn't helping. The Pokemon League championship was being kicked off, and while she had always been fascinated by Pokemon and loved to see them duke it out in a battle...she wasn't oblivious. With her sedentary lifestyle and expensive eating habits, joining the pack of Pokemon trainers and starting their journey to become number one was out of reach for her. Though, she wasn't going to compromise on her intake of caloric food no matter how much disappointment stirred inside her.
"Oh?...ohh." Gloria's mother glanced from the T.V. monitor to her daughter's face as she munched on another scone and instantly picked up on the change in mood and knew exactly the source. This was an annual occurrence in the household, and despite the matron's best efforts, breaking her daughter out of these blue episodes was tough. Two years ago, she had the 'great' idea of lending Gloria the family pet Munchlax as a starter. But the Big Eater Pokemon and its trainer were unaccustomed to so much physical exertion without her signature cooking. They returned to the house in under 5 hours, declaring the endeavor worthwhile. "Maybe this year will be different, Gloria..." She softly encouraged, not knowing how far her words traveled.
Suddenly, the two of them were interrupted from their television-watching and scone-feasting by a rapid knocking emanating from the front door. "Come on, in!" Gloria's mother called out, unwilling to get up from her comfortable position to open the door.
"Hello, hello!" The sound of the familiar, cheery voice of Gloria's best friend, Hop, came before the door's opening, revealing to the corpulent mother-daughter duo...
Choice 1: ...a fit, agile young man with a body build befitting an active lifestyle and healthy food consumption. The total opposite of Gloria and her mother.
Choice 2: ...a chubby yet still rather healthy teenage boy that came from both an energetic nature and a healthy appetite. Years of hanging around Gloria and her mom had led to their appreciation for the sweet stuff rubbing off on him, but he was by no means 'fat'...for now.
Choice 3: ...a form undeniably on the heavy side, yet nowhere near the level of obesity approaching his best friend. Still in relatively good shape, despite the extra baggage, the young man is more than ready to take off on a Pokemon Journey.
Choice 4: Even bigger depictions of Hop
Choice 5: Different description of a morbidly obese Gloria.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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