The sun shined as it slowly began to rise up into the Unovan sky. The Pidove chirped peacefully in the trees in the coastal block of Nuvema Town, giving a sense of new beginnings as the day began to unfurl. Maybe the Pidove were chirping to celebrate the birth of their newly hatched chick as it takes its first glance into the world; maybe they were welcoming in the new season after a rather cold winter finally took its leave to make the way for a blossomg spring. Or maybe they were somehow aware that a grandiose adventure was about to begin for three sprightly young Pokemon trainers ready to get their first pokemon from the professor. Yes, in the small town of three residencies, to the immediate north lay the laboratory of Professor Juniper, the regional Pokemon Professor for Unova. She was the one who would give trainers their starter pokemon to begin the journey to become champion of the Unova region by tackling all eight Gym Leaders and then taking on the Elite 4 and the current champion, Alder. She also takes a fashion to having trainers fill out this encyclopedia-type device called the Pokedex, tracking down each and every Pokemon throught all of Unova. As the sun started to reach its peak in the sky, a black haired young man started to knock on his neighbor's door.
"Oh Cheren, what a pleasant surprise!" an middle aged woman answered opening the door for the young man.
"Salutations. May I ask if your daughter is around?" Cheren asked earnestly.
"Sure, she's upstairs getting ready." "Hilda! Cheren is here!"
"Tell him to meet me up here!" the young lass known as Hilda responded to her mother's remark.
"Thank you kindly. I'll meet her upstairs," as Cheren made his way up the stairwell.
Cheren was a young lad, famously distingishuable for his jet black hair with the curl pointing up to the sky and his signature red glasses affixed ever so snugly on his face. With his teal jacket and basic white t-shirt, he was moreso focused on precision and excellence, rather than fashion.
"Hiya Cheren, good to see ya!" Hilda said with a gleeful smile. "What do ya think? Looking good eh?"
Hilda herself was fashionable...if not slightly questionable in design. Resting on her rather extravgant hair and ponytail lies a white baseball cap with a pink rim and poke ball emblazed on the front. She as well had a similar styled basic white tee as Cheren, but opted for a black jacket and cut jean shorts. Truly ahead of her time.
"It's...interesting to say the least. Not a common look, but I like it."
"Always a man with words as ever Cheren. Did you happen to see her on your way here?"
"Who? Bianca? Nope no sight of her." Cheren answered with a slight sense of impatience starting to form.
"I told her we were supposed to all be here by noon and now she's 30 minutes late. What on Earth is holding her up?"
As Cheren tapped his foot in frustration, the pair felt the ground starting to shake and felt as if they were going to lose their balance.
"CHEREN?!? WHAT'S GOING ON?!?"
"IS IT AN EARTHQUAKE?!?"
Soon enough the tremors stopped, and a pwoomf sound could be heard from below. Hilda's mother bore witness to the whole event, as a giant mass entered the building and got wedged into the stairwell.
"Hilda! Cheren! Would you mind helping me out for a second? Your friend got stuck in the stairs."
"Oh Arceus no..." Cheren groaned as he well knew what, or rather, who the source of those tremors were.
"Sorry I'm late you guys! I was on my way back from my walk when I just happened to catch the sweet aroma of those Buffulant Burgers in Accumula Town, and I...kinda...helped myself a little. Heheh." The blobby mass sheepishly replied in embarrassment.
Bianca was without a doubt a sight to behold. At over 500 pounds, she tended to not only take up a lot of space, but take it up well. Rest on top of her head is her green beret styled hat which she sets in place with her plump sausage like fingers. Glasses similar to those of Cheren's find themselves on Bianca as well, complimenting her chubby cheeks and face. The big girl had a good smile as well, sometimes unveiling a developing triple chin when viewed at the right angle.Bianca was blessed with rather large hips and thighs even before getting as obese as she is now; her constant gaining however further flared her curves outward. Her three foot wide hips and trunk-like thighs struggled to fit through most common doors, and even then Bianca frequently requested wider custom-made door frames to prevent her from getting stuck. However, the staircase leading up to Hilda's room was clearly not made for a girl like her. Not helping matters was her large blobby belly which jutted out almost a foot ahead of her seperated into two doughy rolls, with her skirt forever struggling to keep that gut confined, no matter how many tailorings they go through. Still, there was the matter of getting the lady unstuck from the stairway, as Bianca's pals heaved a doughy arm and pulled while Hilda's mother kept pushing and slamming into Bianca's ample backside that found itself propped against the walls.
"Okay, how many burgers did you have before you got here?" Cheren said justifiably annoyed.
"Umm...only a couple...dozen."" Bianca quietly replied, lest she feel Cheren's wrath.
"I'm sorry, WHAT?!?" Cheren blared out as he yanked harder on her arm.
"WHAT IN THE DISTORTION WORLD MADE YOU THINK THAT EATING THAT MUCH WOULDN'T HAVE GOTTEN YOU INTO THIS SITUATION?"
"I was hungry though..."
"IT COULD HAVE WAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-" before Cheren could finish, the three managed to pry Bianca free from the stairs and watched as she seemingly jumped up and was about to crash down into Hilda's room.
*THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*
Bianca landed right on top of her two friends, yet was unware from the fall.
"Whew, thanks you guys."
"..."
"Hello?"
"mhhwhemfmHELPhmwhmh!" That was all Cheren and Hilda could get out as they were smothered under Bianca's expansive fat stomach.
"WHOOPS! SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORY!" Bianca blushed and immediately heaved herself up to free her crushed friends. Meanwhile Cheren and Hilda were still paralyzed from the shock, along with the sudden loss of air to breathe.
"I guess I just learned Heavy Slam...heheheheh" Bianca shyly joked to liven up the situation.
"It's super effective....ehhhhhhhhhhhhhh" the mildly scarred duo unamusedly replied.
After regaining composure, all three looked around Hilda's room, when Bianca caught a peculiar object in the distance.
"Hey Hilda, that's a pretty cool looking Wii you have there. Black is a nice color, could only get the white one myself. Say, don't you like need a TV to use it though?"
"Bianca, it's kinda being glomped by your gut."
"Oop! Guess I'm still kinda hungry." Bianca groped her belly and wriggled the TV out of the folds and back onto the counter.
"Still hungry huh? Why am I not surprised?" Cheren muttered under his breath.
Overhearing the snarky remark, Hilda politely nudged Cheren's elbow with her fist, not very pleased by his retort.
"I mean, she did almost crush us you know?" Cheren said quietly over to Hilda, nursing the injured elbow.
"Still, we're friends, we should be nice to one another, even if we get smotherd in fat from time to time." Hilda explained trying to find a good spin on the truth.
"Yeah yeah. Anyway, now that we're all here, might as well see what the professor left us," remakred Cheren to the two other girls by his side.
"Oh right! The professor did leave us a present! I wonder whats inside?" Bianca gleefully exclaimed as she was about to pry her chubby fingers on the box top.
"Bianca wait!" said Hilda trying to keep her full friend from the present. "There's a note attached to the box. We should at the very least read it first."
"Fine, let's read it, then open!"
Hilda pulled the note from the gift box and read it aloud. "I've brought three Pokémon, one for you and one for each of your friends. Please settle your choices politely. Enjoy your Pokemon!"
"Wowie! Our very own Pokemon! I can't believe it! I could just jump for joy!" Bianca cheered as she was about to do just that when-
"Actually let's just open the box and choose our Pokemon; how's that sound? Because freeing you from a stairway is one thing, having a giant hole in the floor is another." Hilda pointed out as she grabbed a hold of Bianca's gut to keep her grounded.
"iwasn'tgonnabreakthefloororanything..." Bianca muttered quietly as she and Cheren watched Hilda open the box, revealing three poke balls; one for the each of them.
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