Professor Juniper exited her home, ignoring the constricting feeling of the garments she had to practically squeeze herself into just five minutes earlier. No, she’d gotten used to that by this point, and considering what was about to come up, her body was too busy providing her mouth with salivation to process much else.
She made her way to Hilda’s, a very special Trainer she’d given Pokemon to. By this point, an entire year had passed since that young girl’s journey began, and she had accomplished more than most others had ever aspired towards in the past. Beating all the Gym Leaders of Unova was one thing, but also defeating Team Plasma and their nefarious leader, Ghetsis? Now that was something truly worth commending, in the young professor’s eyes.
Granted, Hilda wasn’t home at the moment, and hadn’t been for the past several months. She had embarked on a new journey to try and hunt down the remnants of Team Plasma, since there were still sympathizers that were stirring problems in other regions, unfortunately. Even without the top brass to guide them, they just proved that certain types of criminals could be incredibly resilient.
Right now, the only occupant of Hilda's house was young Trainer’s mother, Jill. Juniper couldn’t keep the grin off her face as she recalled the first time they had finally met for real.
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“Excuse me, Professor Juniper?” Jill called out to the scientist one day, about two weeks since her daughter left. “Could I please, um… ask you something?”
“Huh? Sure!” Juniper replied, all smiles as she made her way over.
She never really interacted with Jill before, but she assumed her being called over had something to do with Hilda. After all, Juniper herself had been the one to supply her with her very first Pokemon, sparking her journey.
Jill was standing in the doorway of her home, busy watching the leaves of the nearby trees sway in the wind as she waited for Juniper to make it over. She seemed to be in a contemplative state, the professor noted. Once she made it in front of the other woman, Juniper raised up her hand in greeting with a big grin on her face.
“So, what’s up?” she asked.
Jill let a small sigh escape her lips.
“Well.. My name is Jill, the mother of Hilda. You know, the girl you gave that Tepig to a couple weeks ago? I know this probably sounds stupid, but would it be okay if you… maybe had some lunch with me?” she said with a small smile. “I know this sounds rather sudden, but it’d probably be better if you came inside first before I explain where this is coming from. What do you say?”
“Uh, okay,” Juniper said, a bit surprised. But she gave a firm nod of her head, regardless, and followed Hilda’s mother into the somewhat small house.
Upon leaving the entryway, the professor found herself in the kitchen, and the sight before her was truly something to behold. The table was practically filled to the brim with a whole ton of food! She had never seen so much prepared in such a modest house before; there was even more than one would find on Thanksgiving Day! With dishes like pizza, mashed potatoes, burritos, shrimp tempura, chicken fingers, and lasagna, she honestly thought there must’ve been some sort of party planned. Surely Jill couldn’t eat all this herself?
“And now you see why I called you over,” Jill said with an embarrassed chuckle. “It’s just gotten so lonely without having Hilda around, so I decided to try and occupy myself by putting my energy into different hobbies. I tried cooking today, and… yeah.”
Juniper couldn’t help but let out a whistle; she was definitely impressed! This woman had definitely went all-out, and she had only made all this for fun! She wasn’t even making any money, but taking a whiff of all the aromas floating throughout the room, Juniper’s mouth instantly began to water. If those meals tasted as good as they smelled, whoever ate them was in for a hell of a course!
“Man, I gotta say, this all looks amazing!” the young professor said, giving her stomach a rub. “And this is all for you?”
“Actually, that’s why I called you in,” Jill said, regaining some of her old spunk now that she was getting on nice ground with this stranger. “I kinda realized I made a biiit too much for myself, so I was wondering if another mouth could help get this all taken care of?”
“Oh wow, really?! It’s okay if I can have this fantastic food?”
When Jill nodded her head, Juniper wasted no time in making her way over to the table as fast as her slender legs could carry her. She plopped down in a chair at the southernmost end, right in front of a plate containing the mashed potatoes. Jill took the seat to the northern end, placing herself before the pizza. Both women’s stomachs let out corresponding growls of hunger, causing each of them to flush out of embarrassment.
“Oh, sorry about that,” Juniper said, picking up her silverware in preparation for the large meal.
“Think nothing of it,” Jill said, picking up her own.
With that, Juniper immediately tore into the potatoes, her newly-ravenous hunger to eat the dish as fast as she could. She tried to savor the steamed vegetable as must as she could, though: the pepper and salt were both applied in just the right amounts, and the texture was so pillowy it was to die for! The young woman let out a soft moan as she scooped ever-larger forkfuls of the wonderful stuff and proceeded to cram them right into her mouth.
Jill, for her part, was also attacking her pizza at a frenzied rate, giving off the impression to an untrained observer that she hadn’t eaten in days. But no, it was simply old-fashioned gluttony at work. She was in love with her own cooking, in this scenario being the goopy and cheesy pizza she had let sit in the oven for the past half hour. The crust and sauce, they were both so sweet! The cheese, it was so greasy and flavorful! It was like a party in the young mother’s mouth! She didn’t even care about the grease that was collecting around her lips, or the drops that fell into her cleavage. She had only one thought on the mind: enjoying all the amazing flavors she was currently experiencing.
They continued in this fashion for the next half hour, managing to polish off not only the mashed potatoes and pizza, but also the burritos and chicken fingers before their stomachs could take no more. It showed in how fast they ate, too: their frenzied pace decreased more and more, until they were practically forcing every mouthful of food down into their foods, groans and belches escaping their lips the whole while. However, the forks and knives clattered down to the table, leaving both brunette women leaning back in their chairs, massaging their taut bellies.
“Whoo, that was –UURRP- a great meal, I gotta –URRAAP- say!” Juniper said, giving her rounded tummy a light pat for emphasis.
“I’m glad *huff* you think –URRP- that, Professor URRRAAP Juniper!” Jill said, a lazy smile adorning her slim visage. “I tried my best, after all.”
“And it definitely *huff* shows!” Juniper said, another belch passing her lips.
“You know, you’re always welcome to *huff* come back for *pant* more if you want.”
“Woah, really?! I seriously can?”
“Of course! You were an awesome guest to have over, how could I –UURAAP- ever deny you from coming again?”
“Oh man, thanks Jill! This was the best lunch I’ve ever *hic* had, you know?”
And thus, a beautiful friendship had started. Every day, Juniper would set aside time in her schedule to hang out with Jill. This would consist of normal stuff, like chatting about current events and speculating just who would win the tile of Champion from the Elite Four, on top of the other major reason for their get-togethers: food. Originally, Jill thought that maybe she should cut the portion sizes down a bit, but Juniper insisted that they stay the same. After all, more food meant more to enjoy, and that equated to longer mid-day talks they could have.
While this was a nurturing environment for a great friendship, it wasn’t so kind on the young professor’s waist. It seemed like every week, her skirts and underwear kept on getting tighter and tighter, culminating in many trips to the shopping center just to find stuff that’d fit. Buttons popped off, skirts would rip, shirts would ride up, and bras would just refuse to cover Juniper’s ever-increasing chest. Considering her meals nowadays mainly consisted of fried and sweet junk, it was little wonder she was starting to balloon up as she had. Thus, the young woman who started out at only 132 lbs. had absolutely ballooned to 324.
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Placing a hand on her stomach, Juniper gave it a small jiggle as she made it to Jill’s front door. She initially had a hard time accepting her weight gain at first, but as she had gotten bigger, she had come to love it more and more. Her little admiration of her figure earlier was just one of many that she started off her days with, constantly poking at and squeezing her bountiful rolls and folds. She absolutely loved the heavy feeling that accompanied each of her steps, her belly, ass and chest jiggling with every movement she made, and just how powerful she felt now! These were all feelings she could never achieve while she was thin, and she had Jill’s awesome cooking to thank.
Knocking on the door, Juniper waited patiently for Jill to answer. In the meantime, she proceeded to use her belly as a makeshift drum, slapping it rhythmically and watching as all the jiggle made their way across the vast expanse of flesh and flab that the young woman called her stomach. Giggling, she forced herself to stop as the door opened, revealing Jill…
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