This choice: Years of being a star: Turns out fame can really change a person. • Go Back...Chapter #7The BIGGEST star in Hoenn by: Tacocat   Jirachi nibbled on a donut and cooed in delight. May realized in her haste she didn’t even consider if her new friend wanted one, so she wished for it to be filled up again. May took one as well. “So weird. I felt so helplessly bloated before, now if anything I feel a little peckish.”
She flipped through her phone to pass some time as they ate. May was still thinking about what to wish for, leaning more towards being a Pokémon coordinator. Browsing through all these pretty dresses she could wear was definitely playing a part in that. “All of these gorgeous outfits. I wonder how I would look on one of these.” Then it hit her…
“I know! Jirachi, I wish I had a mirror and was wearing this outfit!” She exclaimed holding out her phone for jirachi to see. It’s wishing eye opened up. A mirror materializes in front of her and she had to admit, she liked what she saw.
“Oh wow, I look amazing!” Her hair now had a pretty pink bow that matched her frilly and sparkly costume. The skirt was so big and poofy and the boots were all cutesy. She even had a little bow shaped holder for Jirachi’s unique ball.
Jirachi flew around her gleefully, still holding onto its half eaten doughnut, cheering may as she twirled around to get a look at herself. “Heehee, you really like it? Guess I picked the best one.”
Looking back at her reflection may could feel a new sense of purpose welling up inside her. “Just imagine, me on stage looking like this and crowds cheering me on! Mom would see me on tv! I could really make a name for myself!”
Jirachi cried out in glee at May’s contagious excitement. “You can see it too yeah?” May grabbed another doughnut after finishing the first. “It would be so cool if fans brought me treats like this. Something nice to go with all the fan letters I would get!” She wasn’t thinking about it but all her munching and foodie thoughts were affecting how she was phrasing her wish.
“And like, we could go out to fancy dinners, the contests we go to could have amazing back stage catering, and we could live in a big mansion with a huge kitchen where five star chef’s can cook tasty meals every day.” The two munched away at the last of their sugary snacks.
“Ok jirachi, you ready?” Jirachi nodded.
“I wish I made it as the most famous Pokémon coordinator in hoenn and it’s just as good as I said it would be! Too famous to fail, left without wanting! All the commodities I could ask for and fans who will adore me forever no matter what!”
Jirachi glowed another blinding light, completely enveloping May’s vision. When she was able to see again it was no longer the professors lab, but instead a big luxurious dressing room. “Is this all mine? For real?”
May was surprised to hear her voice a little different. She seemed taller too. “I’m I older too? I suppose that makes sense. Becoming a master coordinator wouldn’t happen overnight… well in my case it could…”
She walked around looking at the room, still in awe of her surroundings. It was hard to believe suddenly this was all hers. Oddly enough she felt heavy, like there was an overwhelming weight surrounding her. It’s probably just the excitement of the situation still sinking in.
“Eeeeee! This is so exciting! I get to show the world my amazing talents and look pretty while doing it.” Suddenly a thought hits her. “Wait, there’s got to be a wardrobe in here. I bet I have all the stylish outfits I could ever ask for!” She jumped for joy as the excitement took over her. She felt a sort of shakey feelings all around her now too, especially with each impact on the ground she made following each gleeful bounce. Again, it must be the excitement, must be making her feel weak in the knees… and everywhere for that matter…
May found and opened a wardrobe and saw so many beautiful sparkly dresses, all different colors and different styles. “They’re all so silky and pretty! Oh I have to try one on!”
She pulled a top out from a hanger and held it up. “Oooh, this one’s all big and drapey! Must be like a big flowing dress!” May grabbed another dress. Yet another big one with flowing fabric. She had to stretch her arms out pretty wide to hold it up.
“Looks like I’m covered in the dress department. But surely there’s something a little more… tight fitting…” She blushed a little. Since she was older now she could probably wear something a little more risqué right? Surly she had to be an adult now. Probably why the dresses were bigger than expected.
May blushed a little more. She imagined herself as a buxom beauty wearing something more revealing. Showing off her curves for any fellow attractive persons of interest who might take interest in her.
She put the dress back and held up another outfit. She turned to the mirror and held it up against her reflection, stretching her arms out far again. “Hehe, this one looks pretty form fitting.” She said, looking at how it was closer to the size of her reflection. “Looks kinda snug around the waist too.”
May paused for a moment as she looked at the mirror. She was a little confused now. It took just as much effort to hold them all out like the dresses yet it lined up with her silhouette just fine. Suddenly it hit her, these outfits weren’t long and flowing at all. They were all tight fitting top’s like she was looking for, just so much bigger in size than she was expecting one to be.
“That can’t be right. These would never fit m-” May lowered the top to her neckline, giving her a better view of how her outfit would fit her upper half… and the big plump face that stared back at her.
No longer seeing the rest of her face hidden away by fabric she was surprised to see her face was as big and full like a Greedent stuffing its face with berries. In shock she dropped the outfit, revealing to her the rest of her matching body.
Her pretty pink top showed off a lot of chest and skin like she was searching for… because it was too small for her oversized body. Her big plump breasts strained her outfit so much the clasp keeping her ribbon like neck lace closed had popped open, exposing her cleavage.
Her tops midriff clung tightly around her ample belly like a second skin. Her torso was so wide her arms rested at an angle due to how spherical it was. Yet more buttons popped as nothing stood in the way of her globular belly exposing itself.
She turned back to be met with just how little her skirt hid her undeniably enormous ass. The short frilly pant legs did nothing to leave anything to the imagination as her thick thighs, wide hips and bubbliest of bubble butts refused to keep itself unexposed.
“I-I’m a Wailord! How did this happen? What did I do all these years to blow up like this?” She stumbled back into the dresser and a ton of papers and boxes fell out. “Huh? W-what is all of this?” They were fan letters. Surprisingly flattering ones all tied or taped to big boxes of chocolate or other treats.
“Wait… is this a box of doughnuts?“ Suddenly she remembered her wish. She was pigging out on doughnuts and asked for fan letters just like this, as well as…
She looked up from the box and saw a big cart someone had wheeled in for her. It was filled to the brim with treats and refreshments of all kinds. “Back stage catering…” She said, quietly repeating her previous words. “Fancy dinners, five star meals every day… is this what I wished for? To use my fame as an excuse to be a mindless eating machine!?”
She remembered Jirachi’s ball had a little holder on her outfit. Was it still there? It was hard to tell given how fat she was but sure enough her tight waistband still had its ball.
She struggled to reach past her belly and grabbed it, letting him out. “Jirachi please, I wish for everything to go back to normal!” Jirachi only continued to float there, not doing anything. “W-well? What are you waiting for? Look at me!” May grabbed her massive gut and shook it. She winced as she felt just how heavy only a small handful of her belly was.
Jirachi looked sadly at her, still not granting her wish. “What’s the hold up? I still have seven days left of wishes left don’t I?” And then it hit her. There where no seven days left. She had long past that point. Years had gone by.
Like many, she had recklessly sought out fame and fortune as quickly as possible with no effort. For many that was a fool’s errand. Something that could only be expected but never reached. Yet May had done exactly that, only to find herself trapped in the here and now that she created for herself.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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