“You don’t know how… honored I am to meet you.” the boy said.
“Honored?” Nurse Joy said inquisitively.
“Yeah. This is a big deal for me. I didn’t think you’d--I mean I--I...sorta came all this way to just see you in person, your kinda famous." The trainer blushed awkwardly.
Nurse Joy smiled.
“I’ve been receiving those comments from dozens of handsome young boys like you. I felt pretty sure though that there all some skeevy guy's expecting me to whip my pants off." Nurse Joy giggled, her whole body jiggling "If I could fit into any pants!"
“Oh no!” The trainer was shocked, “I- I’m not-"
“But you came all this way just to see me.”
“Right. It’s… it’s kind of weird, but you’re my idol. In a way"
Nurse Joy didn’t say anything, waiting for the young trainer to continue when he was ready.
“My mom was always strict about me and Pokemon. She was a total basket case of Pokephobia, and she wanted-“
“Why don’t we save this part after I get your Pokemon healed up?" Nurse Joy said sweetly.
Te Pokeball machine made it's signature jingle, but the chancesy was a bit preoccupied with another patient. Rolling her eyes, Nurse Joy preceded to hand over the Pokemon to the trainer herself. Two fat, wobbling arms pushed themselves into the ever crampening Pokecenter towards the Pokeball Machine. Her massive breasts, full exposed for everyone to see, crashed heavily down onto the apparatus itself, nearly crushing the Poor Pokemon inside the Pokeballs. Nurse Joy honestly couldn't understand why she couldn't be in the Pokecenter anymore, or why she wasent allowed to physically touch anything Pokemon related, she was doing the latter right now and everything was going fine!
The back wall of the Pokemon center, having been put under too much stress, finally caved in under Nurse Joy's heaving bosom. The two over bloated spheres of flesh flattened the healing machine just nanoseconds after her pudgy finger grabbed the tray with the Pokeballs inside it. The Chancey, who had just finished sedating a rambunctious Aipom, was pinned into the bottom of the counter as Nurse Joy's boobabe spilled dangerously into the Pokemon Center.
“Do you want me to help you with that?” The trainer nervously asked, worried for the well being of his Pokemon.
“No, you’re fine as you are.” Nurse Joy set the Pokeballs on the heavily straining counter fot the trainer to pick up. “Just make sure you’re looking at my face and not my boobs, although It Is appreciated." Nurse Joy chucked.
“OK. … What do I talk about?” The trainer asked, handling his Pokeballs back into his pocket.
“Just go with what you were talking about before, about your mother being a a Pokephobic. Focus on why you wanted to come here, not as much about you. This isn’t a dating personal.” Nurse Joy calmly explained as if she had to give the same prep talk dozens of times before. "Even if you are my type." She added barley louder then a whisper.
“So, what your name?” Nurse Joy asked.
“My name?”
“Yeah, lots of people like to have this thing called a name." Nurse Joy giggled
.
“Nathan,” The trainer said. "And I'm a Pokemon trainer to become the very best!"
Nurse Joy smiled knowingly. She loved Nathan’s enthusiasm even if she questioned his commitment. She’d seen other trainers come in like a ball of fire, eager to get to the next Gym, only for their zeal to die down as they had to deal with the realities of a Pokemon Trainer: more expensive Items to buy, looks of disgust or concern from Pokemon, doctors haranguing them to get their Pokemon on a expertise routine.
"I just turned 18, moved away from home and now that I’ve got my freedom I am going to be the best, most powerful trainer in the world. Growing up my parents would never let me have my first Pokemon when I turned Ten, and only very rarely could I have a little pal around with the local Pokemon. My dad was in the military until he retired, but my mother was the real problem. She’s been afraid of Pokemon her entire life, always counting how many she see each day so she dosen't run into them. She kept a close watch on everything my sister and I did outside, and whenever she thought we were getting too close with them she made us join her on her morning jogs or weekend trips to the gym. She also “pressured” us to stay in school."
“So I’ve been unusually out of touch with Pokemon my entire life, even though it was never what I wanted. When I was young I didn’t care, but a few years ago I started thinking about everything I couldn’t have. The more I thought about all friends that was denied to me the more I obsessed over it. Every day I’d go out and see all those Pokemon frolicking in the tall grass, their cries echoing the air."
“It was more than I could stand, sometimes, but I never went in with them. My mother’s words were always ringing in my head: ‘You’ll get sick,’ ‘You’ll be attacked,’ ‘Show some self-control.’ But it was like pushing a basketball underwater, the harder you push the more it fights back."
Nurse Joy, unusually intrigued with Nathan's story, interjected suddenly. "I think I kinda relate to what you were going through. You see even before I got all..." She lifted up her huge belly with her fat hands and let it drop down onto the tiled floor of the Pokemon Center, further crushing the Poor Chaney underneath all that flab
"...Fat, I was still pretty fat. Before that freak genetic experimentation I was actually not your typical svelte Nurse Joy. I was addicted to food, and the fast food was the worst. Every day I’d go out and see all those franchises, giant pictures of burgers and fried chicken in their windows, the smells coming out of each place."
“I started going online, finding websites devoted to people stuffing themselves. It felt so wrong to me, but so right. It was like a monk being tempted with pornography, wanting to look but hating himself for it. But the more I explored this the more I wanted it myself. It was like watching my own dreams made real. Not just the food, but the idea of being fat. Being so large and soft…
“I still didn’t try stuffing myself, my mother’s influence was too strong while I still lived with her. But for the rest of high school I couldn’t think of anything else. It’s like with anything you can’t have, you just want it more.
“But I’m an adult now, free to eat anything and get as fat as I want. And I’m going to eat everything. And thanks to that experiment I really can!" She empahsized this by picking up a piece of debris from the ruined wall she destroyed and tossed it in her mouth like a grape.
"I’m going to go to every fast food place and try everything they have. I don’t care how fat I get, I’ll want to be even fatter. I love feeling my belly filling my lap, I love feeling my upper arms jiggling back and forth when I wave my arms, I love my butt swallowing up every BUILDING I sit on. I want to see every inch of my body bloat up as I just get fatter… and fatter… and fatter…"
"Wow..." Nathan said stunned. "I never knew that you...liked being this fat. I always thought you just learned to live with it."
“That’s fine,” Nurse Joy said, which was true. The inciting event that brought Nathan here to Nurse Joy, ready to meet his Idol and go on a Pokemon Journey, was winning the lottery. $82 million was sitting in his bank account, more than enough for anyone else to have a comfortable life and enough for Nathan to start her new life with.
Why millions of dollars didn’t seem enough, Nathan himself wasn’t sure. All he wanted was to go on a Pokemon Journey and take on the Pokemon League, and even in his wildest dreams his new fortune should have been enough. But deep down there was something in him that said No, it wasn’t enough. It was only a start.
Nathan didn’t share any of this with anyone. He knew her basic desire to get fat wasn't weird enough by normal convention, but his true desire was something else, something… not just stronger, but so much more real. It wasn’t the light-hearted “I want to become the Pokemon Champion” fantasy he’d seen other trainers express, knowing how impossible it really was. It was something he felt was within reach, something he could actually have.
Back in the partially ruined Pokemon Center, Nurse Joy's Chancey was struggling to get itself out from under it's owner.
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