After a rigorous battle with the Elite Four, Red returns to his hometown of Pallet where a big surprise celebration awaited him. Not only were the festivities set up for himself, but also his pokemon, who were more than happy to relax after such hard fought battles. The six were let loose in a fairly large room resembling a spa specially suited for each types needs. Once alone they all went to their specified luxuries, save for Charla the Charizard and Raichu. Charla looked around, pretty content and happy to see her fellow pokemon enjoying a well earned rest. Something she occasionally promised to boost moral as the leader. She noticed Raichu sitting beside her, with a grimace on her face as she looked over at the massage table waiting for her with automated cheek rubbers. “Not what you were expecting,” asked Charla. “You could say that,” Raichu scowled. “Well, this is more of a relaxing event. The others seem to be enjoying themselves.” “The others aren’t hungry for a couple of ham sandwiches right now.” “You’re still hungry? We ate before we got here.” “Oh come on Charla, you’re a big girl. You can’t honestly tell me that was enough to keep you satisfied. You’re about five times my size. I ate as much as you did and I’m still starving. I’m bet Red and the others have all sorts of food out there. Burgers, corndogs, pizza, ice cream...strawberry wine...root beer...deviled eggs.” Raichu licked her chops and hugged herself in bliss while imagining an innumerable amount of food. Her tail swished around wildly due to her musing, something Charla noticed her doing when she got overly excited about overeating. “I wouldn’t try going out there. They’re having their celebration and we’re having ours in here. Remember the festival in Viridian city?” “Oh do I,” Raichu leaned against Charla in bliss, “what a gorge. So much leftover food just dying to be eaten. Its amazing how wasteful people can be, but I didn’t complain. The long diet Red put me on was completely worth it all.” “I swear, sometimes you can put a snorlax to shame.” “Oh what I wouldn’t give to shame a snorlax every day. Those gluttonous moments are so few in between each other I have a better chance at catching an Abra with my own two paws. Speaking of Viridian city, I recall you were there doing some of that glutting with me,” Raichu winked. “I was only around to keep an eye on you,” Charla averted her gaze, not wanting to show weakness in front of her enabling friend. “Oh I saw you. You and that stomach of yours bigger than usual. No one else seems to notice since you’re naturally big but I have a keen eye for size and you Charla let yourself go that day more than you care to remember.” Raichu patted her friend’s stomach, “I know I slowly rub off on you. You’ll see, I’ll make a glutton of you yet.” “Sorry to disappoint you Raichu but I can’t afford that luxury.” “Yeah, I heard that before.” Looking around once again, her musings of past feasts dissipated as she returned to the present. “Still, some ramen with some pork tenderloin would really hit the spot right now.” As if on cue, the front doors opened with a group of Chanseys rolling in carts packed with various types of foods. Startled at first from being nearly run over in their haste, Raichu was swept away by Charla, practically cradled in her arms and given complete view of the feast being placed atop of a nearby table covered in a white table cloth. As if the great legendary pokemon heard her prayers, large plates were stacked with corn dogs, burgers, pizza, sandwiches, shish kabobs, spiced shrimp, pie, deviled eggs, seasoned chicken, steak with onions and gravy, and a fat juicy roast covered in garlic, bay leaves, and black peppers; with bottles of cider, wine, and soda accompanying them.. Raichu’s mouth watered and her eyes became wide open with glee. Charla was on the receiving end of her watering mouth, releasing her as some dripped on her arm. “Bleh, you mind keeping your mouth shut after I kept you from turning into a pancake?” Raichu landed on her rump with a thud but didn’t care. Wiping her mouth, she quickly got up and ran in front of the last Chansey to leave the room. “Hold on sister!” The Chansey abruptly stopped, “Any chance you’ll be coming back with more food later?” “Well, the people thought this would be enough,” she spoke rather softly and reluctantly as she peered into Raichu’s stern gaze. “Enough? For people maybe. Do you know who we are? We’re the champions who beat the Elite Four. We’ve battled so hard that we burned off more calories than we can count. You see her,” she pointed to Charla, who was wiping off the remaining drool with some napkins, wearing a rather disgruntled look on her face, “look at her, see how furious she is. Look at me, you expect this weak excuse for a feast to satisfy her? Now look at her again, see how huge she is? Back to me, she could finish all that in one go and have enough room for a plate of cooked salmon as tall as you. And believe me, she gets really cranky when she’s hungry; a Dragonite learned that from her the hard way.” “Goodness,” Chansey grimaced as she looked at Charla. Noticing this Charla raised an eyebrow, perplexed at her frightened gaze. “*Eek*, she’s looking right at me.” “Don’t stare back, she’ll only get crankier. Just cook up another large batch of food, oh, and a cake, a very big cake, don’t forget that. Now go, before she uses Dragon Rage.” Frantically running off and shutting the door behind her, Raichu eagerly rubbed her paws. Suddenly a large ominous shadow loomed over her as she turned to see Charla’s accusing glare. “What were you saying to her, and why did she stare at me all terrified?” “What, her,” Raichu playfully patted Charla’s sides, “she was just in awe at having finally meet you. She’s a huge fan you know, but terribly shy,” she took a deep whiff of the delicious aromas emanating from the table, “now how about we quit yapping and gorge ourselves like true champions!” Dashing over to the table before Charla got another word in, Raichu bounded high off the floor and onto the table itself. Gasping once more at the wondrous sight, her stomach loudly growled in excitement once noticing the food portions were much larger than she realized. Everything was stacked larger than she was tall, only by an inch. Still it was a feast worthy for her insurmountable love of overeating. Starting with the corndogs she grabbed several at a time and stuffed them in her mouth, letting out a bit of an excited yelp before biting down. Pinning her teeth down, she wiped the sticks clean of any trace of meat and batter. Her cheeks were fit to burst as she chewed momentarily, savoring the thick greasy flavors and smokey tastes. Throwing all caution to the wind, along with the sticks, her throat strained as she attempted to swallow the hefty load in one gulp. She grunted for a bit while pounding her chest, having been out of practice for quite some time now, but she managed to get it all down, sighing on the finish with her paws to her stomach which bloated out somewhat. “Its been too long,” she groaned in bliss, “that feeling of having so much fill you up in a single moment. I wish I could gorge myself like this every day.” “You make eating a bigger deal than it really is,” spoke Charla walking up from behind. Sniffing some of the spiced shrimp, she squished one of the plump specimens in her claws before sampling it. “This is very good.” “Eferfing ish fery good,” Raichu spoke with a full mouth before swallowing another load of corndogs, “eat up big gal, we deserve this kind of treatment, *mmfff*.” “I’ve told you before, not to call me big gal,” she filled a bowl of shrimp and covered it in some succulent sauce. “I’m average sized for a Charizard, and by the time you’re done you’ll be the only big gal here.” “You’ll always...be bigger...than me. But...someday...I’ll be bigger...than you, heheh.” Lifting her stomach to keep it from squishing her footpaws, Raichu plopped it down in front of her with a content sigh; feeling it slosh and burble in front of her before stuffing her face once more. While eating the remaining corn dogs she pulled over a large bottle of cider with her tail. Stuffing her cheeks again with food, she more easily swallowed it while gulping down the sparkling contents of the bottle, continuing to drink until the last drop. Her stomach continuously bloated outward, squishing against her haunches and stretching out the rest of her body. Nothing pleased Raichu more than this feeling, having always yearned for the lazy, soft, cushiony life, but above all, living a life of gluttony. The sheer satisfaction of overeating and filling herself with more food than any pokemon her size could imagine thrilled her to no end. Filling her tiny being with so much pleasure it could only be quelled by remaining immobile atop of a mountain of her own bulk. Finishing her first plate, Raichu took the time to observe her stunning transformation. Releasing a hefty grunt short of a belch, she placed her paws atop of her stomach, which stretched out to twice its normal size. It gurgled and squelched under her as she tenderly squished and groped each wonderful inch, feeling all she had gorge on undulate inside. Squishing against her haunches, she leaned back a bit, feeling its great weight hold her down as she was barely able to lift a quarter of it off the table before letting it plop down again, wobbling it in place. Her waist and back had also plumped up somewhat to compensate, but not nearly to the degree she wished. It was still a wonderful start however, and felt good to be acquainted once more with a more corpulent figure. “Ooh, how wonderful. I forgot how great it felt for my stomach to feel this heavy,” her gut sloshed as she heartily patted it. “Well its only going to get heavier,” said Charla, piling a plate full of burgers, hot dogs, and steak. “You should try some of the shrimp. Its real spicey.” Raichu grinned at this, chuckling slightly at the sight of some of her own gluttony rubbing off on her friend. Charla had eaten half of the shrimp in the bowl she slid over to her, crashing against her gut. Leaning over and groaning as she strained against her stomach, she lifted the bowl in front of her and tipped it over. Dozens of shrimps slid into her awaiting mouth as she continuously downed them whole. Some of the shrimps grazed her tongue leaving behind the taste of the spice, but most were entirely swallowed down, filling out her belly even wider. It hung out like a spare tire, rubbing against the table and rounded out enough to block much of the ground view in front of her. She no longer was able to see her own footpaws either. Her waist grew wider than many of the plates on the table and squished against her paws as she slid them down her body. Releasing another content sigh, she attempted to waddle over to her next meal. Struggling against her body, she took her time between steps. Suddenly, an odd tingling sensation built up in her mouth. The spices began taking their toll as her mouth grew increasingly hot, to the point she was blowing flames. Shrieking audibly at the discomfort, she frantically tried running over to the bottle of soda at the other end of the table. Her body kept fighting her along the way however, to the point she accidentally fell over and rolled her way to salvation. The momentum built up until her body slammed into the soda, conveniently knocking it down and landing the nozzle near her mouth. Quickly opening it, she gulped down its contents; root beer to be precise. Bloating up further, her expression grew content as the flames simmered down. Once finished, she blew a puff of smoke and let the bottle slide off her mountainous swell, which undulated and sloshed atop of her. “You’re right, that was spicey.” “I told you to have ‘some’ shrimp, not all of it.” “I can’t help it. Some isn’t enough to fill this stomach. I need all of it.” Suddenly upon smacking her gut, it proceeded to slosh atop of her, pressing against her muzzle in all its glorping glory. Her paws sunk deeply into it as she tried fighting it back with a grin. It even curled her hind legs into her body before sloshing forward and landing atop of her haunches. Lifting her upright, she allowed her body to move her around, grinning all the while as her undigested gorge churned inside her, creating a pleasurable inner massage. Slowly she leaned forward, laying flat on the table atop of her stomach, which then rounded out her back and sloshed over the back of her head, freeing her hind legs as it then sloshed backward. Once more she stood upright before grabbing hold of the large bowl filled with seasoned chicken, which thankfully was heavy enough to keep her from pulling it down with her. . Sticking her gut outward and patting it with mirth, she leaned her whole body over and dove her upper body into the bowl, submerging herself in the decadent flavors of seasoned poultry. The juicy tastes of the first bite compelled her to shove all she could into her maw, barely giving herself time to chew. Taking large bites, she grunted at the portions she tried wolfing down, having to resort to keeping it down with her own paws. Her tail wiggled along with her body as she fervently dug in, producing numerous gulping and munching noises. From the corner of her eye Charla viewed the brown ball wobbling in ecstasy as it gradually bloated up. It never ceased to amaze her how something so small could have such a huge appetite, with total disregard for her weight. It’d be a greater honor for Raichu to be as big around as a golem than it would be to win the pokemon league alone; she said so herself. Curiosity often veiled Charla as to whom her friend’s parents were, and what type of eating habits within the Viridian forest they could’ve possibly passed on. It was a baffling mystery, one Raichu didn’t care to remember much of herself. Looking to her own plate, three burgers remained after the modest pile she had amassed after eating half of the shrimps. Making sure Raichu wasn’t looking, she curiously grabbed the three and stuffed them in her mouth at the same time in similar fashion. Chewing only momentarily, the hefty load traversed her gullet with relative ease and splashed within her semi full stomach. The feeling was somewhat pleasing and invigorating at the same time. A larger dent was certainly made in her stomach, something she imagined Raichu enjoying very much, hence why she always ate food whole and in large mouthfuls. Still, it wasn’t a habit she was planning to adopt, but seeing as there was still more food left, she shrugged her shoulders and filled yet another plate. Taking a final gulp, Raichu collapsed her paws atop of the bowl and lazily pushed it away. Releasing a rather robust belch, she groaned in bliss as she recuperated from such a hefty gorge. Her hind legs were lifted off the ground despite her arms and haunches plumping up as big as one of Charla’s burgers. Her puffy face wore a weak but content smile as her stomach digested all it had taken in. She was bigger than any of the bowls on the table and wide enough to use any as a comfy seat, getting stuck in the process of course. Enough chicken to feed a pack of Growlithes would do that to a Raichu. “Be a dear and pass me something to sip, would you Charla?” Ever the enabler, her friend gave her what remained of the strawberry wine, which was still a plentiful amount. Pulling the bottle closer to her, her body erupted in a symphony of sloshes as she rolled over halfway before drinking. Her stomach burbled and glorped at yet another odd drink and food combination making residence within her. Its churning made her wince in slight discomfort but continue to smile as more filled her belly up. Finishing the bottle, she felt woozier than usual, but no less jolly. A sudden hiccup left her person, with bubbles floating away. Giggling as she hiccuped again, she popped a few before looking to Charla who didn’t notice Raichu seeing her glut some more food whole. “I heard *hic* from a smart *hic* Charizard, that it was *hic* important to chew your *hic* food.” “I...don’t know what you mean,” Charla wiped her mouth with a napkin, blushing slightly. “Its *hic* okay, Charla. Relax and *hic* let yourself go. Just glut *hic* like there’s no tomorrow.” “I’d rather you do all the glutting for me,” she pushed over the plate of hot dogs. Sitting her up against the wall and requesting the large plate be set on her belly, Raichu gulped down hot dog after hod dog. Not a second was devoted to chewing as each one slid down her gullet effortlessly. With her back against the wall her gut gradually spilled out further in front of her, as well as her sides widening. Everything grew, except her appetite. Long having been satiated, her love of gluttony urged her to gorge on despite being filled many times over. Each new inch was a treasure that she didn’t part with lightly. Each squishable inch was an image of her true self. The more she was able to acquire, the happier she became. And since she enjoyed overeating, working to her limitless goal was not work at all. As Charla ate the steaks and sandwiches Raichu ate the pizza, pie and deviled eggs. The thick gooey cheese lavished her tongue and she stuffed it all into her maw, rolling multiple slices up into one sandwich like concoction. It was quite the hassle getting it all down quick enough before she grabbed another load. She didn’t even give herself time to rest. She placed the large pie pan atop of her belly also; sliding it up to her face and biting huge chunks out of the filling and whipped cream. Gluttonous intoxication overwhelmed her being, causing her to not stop until every last plate was finished. The only time she did goof off was when she juggled some deviled eggs for a moment before expertly tossing each one into her mouth. Afterwards she merely tilted the plate down to her mouth, creating an avalanche of food for her stomach to handle. Her gorge was finally complete with the help of Charla, who dangled the thick juicy roast over her head. Opening her mouth wide, Raichu placed her paws on her immense stomach and braced herself for the oncoming slab of meat. Larger than anything she had swallowed, she felt its full impact as Charla released it and watched it enter the dark chasm of Raichu’s mouth; downing it in one loud gulp and landing in her stomach with a tremendous squelch. Raichu’s paws were launched off her stomach as it burst forth several inches in every direction, even squishing against her muzzle for a brief moment. She winced as she felt her stomach bloat up tightly, feeling as if it would burst that very moment. But then, things calmed down. The peak of her stomach’s elasticity soon receded, and her paws returned to the surface of her massively swollen white orb of a belly. “Ooooh, *hic hilp*, what a night.” Raichu rubbed the surface of her stomach, barely seeing anything in front of her as her chubby face nearly sunk into her body. “Such *hic hilp* feasting and carousing, a real *hic hilp* gorge. Ooh that was rich, Charla *hic hilp* rich!” “Glad to see you’ve enjoyed yourself,” Charla placed a claw to her own stomach while using a toothpick with the other. “I’m *hic hilp* not the only one. You’re looking *hic hilp* radiant yourself.” Charla turned to her side, rather embarrassed. Even passed her own mountainous gut Raichu noticed Charla’s midsection looking rather distended, as well as being able to hear it groan slightly after such a large meal fit for a pokemon of her caliber. “Still,*hic hilp* it can’t compare,” her belly sloshed as she heartily smacked it. “Ugh, how typical. And gross I’ll add.” Raichu’s grin grew wider as she wearily turned her head. Barely able to see her, she more than recognized the voice of Precious; a Persian with unimaginable contempt for Raichu. “I was going to see what cuisine was available but after letting a rat like you sit on the table, I long lost my appetite.” Raichu wobbled her gut in Persian’s direction, “Don’t worry about your appetite, I’ve got it covered.” The unbecoming sight of Raichu’s fat jiggling forced Precious to avert her gaze. “Just listen to that ghastly noise. It’s like a barrel of ooze and filth being rolled down a hill. Something you aught to try doing sometime. That’s one of the few things you’d actually be good at.” “*Hic hilp* What’s that,” Raichu adding some smacks to the sloshing of her wobbling gut, “I can’t hear you *hic hilp* over the sound of your ‘cuisine’ *hic hilp* moving around in my stomach.” Precious shook her head. “Honestly Charla, I don’t know how you let such a pathetic creature influence you. That abdomen doesn’t become you.” Charla shrugged, “I’m a fire type. I burn calories quicker, you know?” “Right…” “You ought to try *hic hilp* the high life precious. It *hic hilp* really is amazing.” “And become that much closer to a grimer like yourself, no thanks. Though please do inform me when you get indigestion. I’d pay to see your hedonism come back to bite you in the rear.” “Not *hic hilp* gunna happen. My stomach *hic hilp* can handle anything.” Grossed out by more of her stomach’s incessant sloshing, Precious took her leave; the sounds of Raichu’s belly made her back fur stand up in disgust. Seeing this, Raichu closed her eyes once more and relaxed; placing her paw atop of her gargantuan gut and rubbing every inch she could reach. “*Hic hilp* she wasn’t as rude as *hic hilp* she usually is.” “I suppose only you’d know. Seeing as she goes out of her way to openly hate you and your habits.” “She just *hic hilp* doesn’t know what it feels like to have a big, *hic hilp* full, stuffed, stomach to wobble around and cradle in *hic hilp* your arms. But I don’t have to tell you that, hehe *hic hilp*.” “It is surprising,” Charla looked at her midsection, lighting up one of her favorite charcoal cigars and releasing a puff of smoke “I feel more at ease and somewhat relaxed than usual.” “*Hic hilp* we’ll make a glutton out of you yet ol girl.” Suddenly, the front doors were tossed open. Through them walked in Chansey and some of her helpers quickly rolling the new carts of food which included lasagna, a large club sandwich, a bowl of gelatin, buckets of ice cream cooled by surrounding ice, and a three layer cake. Struggling to sit further upright, Raichu began slightly watering at the mouth again while her stomach fiercely churned in defiance. “*Hic hilp* oh hush,” she smacked her gut, “I’m calling the shots around here.” Chansey froze in shock upon reaching the table, dumbfounded at the immensely overweight Raichu in front of her. “Its *hic hilp* about time you showed up.” “Its...only been half an hour…” “Too long *hic hilp* if you ask me, I’m *hic hilp* starving. Care to join me Charla?” “Oh no. I’ve more than had my fill,” Charla’s stomach stuck out as she exhaled a content sigh, “you’ll just have to go on without me.” “You’re too *hic hilp* kind. That’ll be all dear,” she waved Chansey off. Chansey fidgeted for a moment, trying to find the right words to express her whirling thoughts. Confused as she was at how a Raichu could eat so much and still be starving afterwards along with Charla getting full with only half of the feast and not its entirety like Raichu described. The thought process became too much to fathom, so she decided to drop it and return to her tasks; taking one last backwards glance at the swollen brown globe of wobbling adipose that was currently downing the entire club sandwich with her own two paws. * * * * * The night was young, but sleep overwhelmed some pokemon more than others. With the help of Charla, Raichu was able to gorge herself on the remaining feast, fattening up like she never had before. The other pokemon went to mingle with Red and other trainers whose pokemon did likewise, but Raichu wanted nothing more than to retire to a cushiony bed and allow all she had gorged on to digest before being put on yet another grueling diet. “You sure you don’t need any help,” asked Charla, blowing a puff of smoke as she followed behind Raichu who pulled herself into a blanket closet. “You’ve *HILP*...helped...enough...my friend.” Raichu placed one paw in front of the other as she dragged herself across the floor. Body wobbling and teetering as if it could topple over on either side any minute, vociferous sloshes filled the empty room at the end of each pull. Her body had swollen up large enough to be leveled with the center of Charla’s own stomach; stretching as tall as the three layer cake she ate and half as wide as Charla’s tail, flame included. Her engorged back stretched heavily as her bowling ball like haunches squished against her titanic gut pressing heavily on the floor. The trembling white mass lifted her high off the ground and folded in some areas as it laid flat, covering a broad area. All the while Raichu grunted and moaned, feeling all she gorged on remaining cramped and condensed like being pressed against a wall. The closet was thankfully empty, what with the celebration going on and many out of towners staying for the night, giving her just enough room to rest inside. Moaning with both pleasure and the strain of having to shift over her obese bulk, her stomach collided with the wall before rolling to the closet’s center; blocking any view she had of her front. It finally had the room it needed to stretch outward, doing so like a white sloshing avalanche. She blew a sigh of relief as her gorge relaxed inside her, stretching her gut to its peak. Much of it squished against her chin and puffy face and was impossible to push away what with how deeply her paws sunk into it and how monstrously heavy it became. But she continued to smile as she lovingly groped and rubbed her immense corpulence. “You’ll be alright in here,” asked Charla. “*HILP* I’ll be fine. Got the *HILP* best pillow in the world right here with me.” “You really ought to show more self control next time. Once you start using a spoon to keep food down I think its time to stop.” “*HILP* my body just needs to learn whos boss, that’s all. A few more *HILP* feasts and it shouldn’t put up much of a fight.” “Even so, I don’t think your body would let you get any bigger. You’re already ten times the normal size of any Raichu.” “*HILP* before I’m old and weary Charla, I’ll be *HILP* sure to someday be as big as you. Until then *HILP*, this is just the first step.” Charla couldn’t even imagine. A Raichu as big as a charizard. The pokedex would have to come up with a different name and image because no one would recognize her. How her stubby little arms were supposed to bring food up to her mouth would stump pokemon experts everywhere. Belly rippling and sloshing as Raichu lazily patted it, Charla closed the closet door. Hearing nothing but Raichu’s mirthful moans and the cacophony of sounds her belly produced. Still satiated herself, she inspected her own distended figure, musing if Raichu were infact a Charizard, and how many truckloads of food it’d take for her to be as obese as an overweight Snorlax.