It was a bit of a reach to fix her ponytail and baseball cap but Hilda managed with a smile that dimpled her fleshy cheeks and sent her jowls jiggling.
Wider then she was tall, Hilda could have passed for a living Buddha with a kicking fashion sense. As was the current style, it was cool to let it all hang out and no one did it better than she did. Her shirt and vest, simple in style worked triple time just to cover her heavy sagging breasts and the first and smallest roll of her three-tired belly. Helping to divide her substantial cleavage was the strap of her favorite red purse, the contents of which jingled as each breath she took caused her body to quake.
Her best and most defining feature jutted out below her chest and pressed against the mirror even though she stood almost two feet away. Hilda's belly was a huge doughy thing so packed full with access calories that it forced her heavy arms to stand out at an angle rather than straight down. It was a soft but firm shelf of flab that covered the front of the denim shorts that worked so hard to keep her just barely decent. Her bloated frame had caused several rips and frayed edges in it, soft white skin bubbling out between the holes. In the back, helping to fill out her ball-like physique was her rear, which hung out more then it should have giving her a second set of cleavage due to the amount of junk in her trunk.
Finally pleased with her hair, Hilda turned to next task at hand: going downstairs, grabbing something quick to eat and meeting up with her friends.
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"P-phew!" Hilda massaged her belly with one hand as she reached the last step, winded from the early morning workout. Waddling out to the kitchen, Hilda wasted no time finding a box of a dozen powdered donuts that she began snacking on.
"So. Sleeping Beauty is finally awake."
"MERFUN!" Hilda shouted around a mouth of sugary fried pastry. Merfun, or Cheren as his name really happened to be, was one of Hilda's best friend's in the world. He was tall with jet black hair, glasses and a business-like manner. He was also the thinnest member in their jolly threesome, with a round face and a slightly sagging belly still easily maintained by department store clothing. Under his own arm was a box much like her own, although she doubt it contained anything as tasty. Chuffing down a second donuts, she offered the third to Cheren with sugar-stained fingers and a cheerful grin. He took it, then another, neatly polishing off the two treats without a stray crumb on his lips while Hilda had to brush flakes of white powder from between her cleavage and the top of her belly. Full (for the moment) the two teens took a seat at the table. Sitting back, Hilda rubbed her gut with one pudgy hand while Cheren opened the box and placed three PokeBall's on the table.
The table groaned as Hilda heaved her bulk against it excitedly, belly slapping against wood as she reached for one of the balls.
"Cheren! Why didn't you tell me the professor's gift was here?"
"You didn't ask." he huffed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose then taking a ball for himself. They were just about to compare their choices when the last member of their trio burst into the room, arms filled with with bags upon bags of fast food breakfast stuffs.
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