It was fortunate her daughter had a sweet tooth. Honey was going to be the perfect way to get Dawn's weight up without her twigging that she was being overfed. It wasn't just any honey, it was special honey, imported all the way from Floraroma Town. Johanna had bought an entire crate of it, insisting to the bemused delivery man that it was for a lot of cakes she was planning on making and selling for the next festival. Said honey was very sweet, and was often used in small doses in cakes and flapjacks for taste, and it also held a medicinal purpose. It was used for patients who had lost a lot of weight, for sickly babies who couldn't feed, and for baby pokemon that were struggling to put on weight. It lowered the metabolism and it boosted the appetite, two key ingredients for getting someone to gain weight.
And now Dawn was going to get a full blast of it. Johanna slipped the honey into everything she made, into the syrup that Dawn put on her pancakes, to the pancakes themselves. She even risked slipping it into Dawn's lunch, and the cups of tea she had during the day. It was just after two days of being slipped honey that Dawn began to show the signs of it working, starting with breakfast that first day.
"Oh mom, I'm starving," Dawn admitted as she took her seat at the counter, looking down hungrily at the plateful of pancakes covered in syrup, "Do you think you could make some more?" She began shovelling her food into her mouth with relish, barely pausing to drink her milk. Johanna couldn't make pancakes fast enough for her daughter, and Dawn had eaten a heavy thirteen pancakes before starting to slow down, reluctantly pushing another two past her lips before finally sinking back against her stool, rubbing at her stomach with a satisfied sigh.
"I'm stuffed," Dawn admitted, rubbing the belly that had started to poke out over the top of her pyjama bottoms, "You're such a great cook. I'm worried that I'm going to get fat." Johanna cleared the plates away into the sink, leaving them to soak as she went back over to her daughter. Dawn's face was flushed a little from the heat of the kitchen, and her cheeks were a little chubbier than Johanna remembered. The lower buttons of her pyjama top were straining whenever Dawn breathed out, and she could see the curve of her stomach underneath. Her legs were a little fuller too, creating creases in the material of Dawn's pyjamas whenever she moved.
"You'll never get fat, darling," Johanna assured her, before patting Dawn's cheek lovingly, "Why don't you go out and see Barry today?" she suggested, "I'll be getting some laundry done until lunch time." Dawn nodded her agreement, and slipping off the stool, walked back upstairs to get changed. Though Johanna only had a glimpse of her daughter before she ran out of the door, she was pleased to see that her pink skirt was definitely starting to get too tight for her.
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