Fatty Sabrina
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
roninmogura
Johnathan had been gone from Saffron for seven years...which, to say the least, was quite a long time to be away. Of course, while the trainer was intent on rekindling an old memory he shared with the Saffron gym leader, Johnathan failed to realize that change always passes with the annals of time. What Johnathan remembered during those days in his youth was a young Sabrina respectively...what he would see now, would be the product of what he was absent from for seven whole years. Johnathan's excited trot slowed to a halt as his brown eyes focused on Sabrina's levitating figure. His voice had summoned her but, he was not prepared for just what it was he called forth.
Hovering in front of him was Sabrina, sure...but there was far more to her now than there was seven years ago.
A lot more.
From head to toe, Sabrina had looked to have swollen up with a considerable layer of fat as her conservative turtleneck outfit hugged against her newly aggrandized curvatures tightly. Sabrina's face had puffed up a small amount with excess flesh as her bosom lay rotund and heavy atop her round, globular belly. Below, the black clad spare-tire of a stomach lay Sabrina's curved hips that had expanded outward to a large degree, giving the psychic a wide set of hips and equally thick and juicy thighs. Although Johnathan couldn't see it, he was damn well certain that Sabrina's ass was just as wide and hefty as her hips appeared, he himself secretly wanting to see it with his own eyes but, instead suppressed the thought as quickly as he could. But, to put it all simply...Sabrina had gotten fat...and Johnathan had no idea on how or why.
"S-Sabrina...you..." Johnathan croaked, his brain still locked in a state of shock on how he should truly react to the psychic's widened physique. However, while Johnathan wrestled with just an ice breaker, Sabrina merely floated toward him, her enlarged breasts and gut lightly bouncing and jiggling as she approached him. Johnathan, just like before, found himself frozen before the gym leader as her sharp, red pink-ish eyes fixated on his frozen form and stared deeply within his widening irises as she attempted to read his thoughts and feelings. It was almost uncharacteristic to find someone with such a sharpened gaze and yet, have such a soft and roly-poly body.
"You...I remember you now." Sabrina uttered softly, after spending at least a solid minute staring into Johnathan's shocked gaze. "You're...Johnathan, yes? The boy who always made attempts to talk to me?" The gym leader inquired, her podgy, levitating form slowly lowering itself down for her to land on her feet.
"I...uh, yeah, that's me." Johnathan stumbled, the trainer mentally kicking himself in the pants for how seven years worth of steeling himself only resulted in it all being undone due to Sabrina being a little too fat.
"Hmm...I see you're still nervous around me, just like before." Sabrina said, a soft smile spreading onto her plump lips. "That said, what brings you here? You've said you're not here to fight so, I assume you're here to 'catch up', as they say?" Ah yes, catch up...that's what he should be doing now.
"Yeah, exactly." Johnathan nodded quickly, clearing his throat as he attempted to pull his line of attention away from Sabrina's swollen out middle. He had to admit...even though her appearance initially took him by surprise at first...Sabrina did have a belly that looked as though it would make for an amazing pillow. The hefty bulge of fat not looking to have been rounded perfectly on her middle as it's weight forced it to sag down slightly. Sure, Sabrina's tits were pretty huge with the same pudge as her gut but, the latter seemed to soak up the most...just like her lower half had done. Johnathan was quite certain that a single slap on that bloated bulge of fat would make it wobble and jostle about like a bowl of black gelatin. "I just thought I'd come back and see how you were doing."
Sabrina merely nodded to Johnathan's answer gesturing him to follow her as she turned to lead him somewhere. "Come with me, if we intend to catch up, why not do so in a more comfortable room?" The psychic offered, Johnathan now being allowed to gaze downward and feast his eyes upon the ass he had yet to see earlier. Just as the trainer had predicted, Sabrina had a caboose equally engorged with fat like her wide hips. Even though Sabrina had went back to levitating instead of walking, Johnathan could still spy those basketball sized cheeks bouncing and jiggling softly as she floated to a door located off to the right of where most trainers would find the psychic waiting for them. As Johnathan stared and marveled at the bouncing booty on the portly psychic, a thought had suddenly occurred to him; just what did Sabrina mean by a 'more comfortable room'...?
"Maybe...maybe it's nothing." Johnathan thought, as he and Sabrina neared the door, he himself walking ahead of her to open it for her. The psychic didn't seem to really show much toward the gesture though, Johnathan did think he caught a faint smile on her face as she floated past him and (barely fitting through the door) entered the room ahead. Speaking of, Johnathan followed behind Sabrina and took a good look around to find that the room they entered looked to be a small recreational room, a place Sabrina could come to unwind and relax when she wasn't being challenge by trainers every now and then. The room was rather small, only having a bookshelf a couch and a desk of sorts. "Huh, this where you go when you're not busy?" Johnathan asked as walked further inside, Sabrina turning around and closing the door behind him with a simple psionic push.
"You could say that, yes. We gym leaders aren't always just standing around waiting for challenges, you know." Sabrina chuckled, as she nonchalantly waved her hand downward to the closed door. With a dull 'click', Sabrina locked herself and Johnathan inside, the latter seeming oblivious to what had been done behind him. "I come here to focus and calm my mind. Being psychic I need to make sure my powers are properly trained."
"That makes sense, can't always be on the job, huh?" Johnathan laughed, Sabrina responding with only a smile as she floated toward the couch and lightly dropped her large bottom on the soft cushions below. The couch creaked softly underneath her added weight, Sabrina's wide form looking to almost take up at least two cushions on the normally spacious article of furniture. "Speaking of, how's things going with the gym?" Johnathan said, taking a seat beside the gym leader and making himself comfortable.
"They have been well." Sabrina replied, "Though I have met a lot strong trainers and equally unique Pokemon...I have to say gym leadership can be rather monotonous."
"Yeah, I can understand that. It doesn't sound to be that exciting when things are slow around town." Johnathan nodded, taking another moment to eye Sabrina up and down. Her gut sat neatly atop the thickened shelf of her chunky thighs . Though Johnathan wanted to continue on like he was oblivious to her body and it's appearance, he knew this burning curiosity of what the hell happened to her in those seven years that caused her to bloat up like a Snorlax. Was she overindulging? Was she depressed and sought comfort in eating a ton of ice cream? Johnathan had to know! "Sabrina...I wanna ask you something but, you...have to promise you won't be offended..."
Sabrina blinked as she fixed her eyes to his, her expression largely unreadable to the trainer sitting before her. "Hmm? Okay then...what do you want to ask me, Johnathan?"
Johnathan nodded and cleared his throat as he prepared to go down a path his father told him never to go down when dating a girl. "It's...It's about your weight." He began, "Long before, you were always so slender and sleek lookin' but, now, seven years later, you look like you ate a Snorlax. I-I'm not insulting you or anything...I'm just a little curious on what's happened that...well, caused you to bloat up like this."
Hovering in front of him was Sabrina, sure...but there was far more to her now than there was seven years ago.
A lot more.
From head to toe, Sabrina had looked to have swollen up with a considerable layer of fat as her conservative turtleneck outfit hugged against her newly aggrandized curvatures tightly. Sabrina's face had puffed up a small amount with excess flesh as her bosom lay rotund and heavy atop her round, globular belly. Below, the black clad spare-tire of a stomach lay Sabrina's curved hips that had expanded outward to a large degree, giving the psychic a wide set of hips and equally thick and juicy thighs. Although Johnathan couldn't see it, he was damn well certain that Sabrina's ass was just as wide and hefty as her hips appeared, he himself secretly wanting to see it with his own eyes but, instead suppressed the thought as quickly as he could. But, to put it all simply...Sabrina had gotten fat...and Johnathan had no idea on how or why.
"S-Sabrina...you..." Johnathan croaked, his brain still locked in a state of shock on how he should truly react to the psychic's widened physique. However, while Johnathan wrestled with just an ice breaker, Sabrina merely floated toward him, her enlarged breasts and gut lightly bouncing and jiggling as she approached him. Johnathan, just like before, found himself frozen before the gym leader as her sharp, red pink-ish eyes fixated on his frozen form and stared deeply within his widening irises as she attempted to read his thoughts and feelings. It was almost uncharacteristic to find someone with such a sharpened gaze and yet, have such a soft and roly-poly body.
"You...I remember you now." Sabrina uttered softly, after spending at least a solid minute staring into Johnathan's shocked gaze. "You're...Johnathan, yes? The boy who always made attempts to talk to me?" The gym leader inquired, her podgy, levitating form slowly lowering itself down for her to land on her feet.
"I...uh, yeah, that's me." Johnathan stumbled, the trainer mentally kicking himself in the pants for how seven years worth of steeling himself only resulted in it all being undone due to Sabrina being a little too fat.
"Hmm...I see you're still nervous around me, just like before." Sabrina said, a soft smile spreading onto her plump lips. "That said, what brings you here? You've said you're not here to fight so, I assume you're here to 'catch up', as they say?" Ah yes, catch up...that's what he should be doing now.
"Yeah, exactly." Johnathan nodded quickly, clearing his throat as he attempted to pull his line of attention away from Sabrina's swollen out middle. He had to admit...even though her appearance initially took him by surprise at first...Sabrina did have a belly that looked as though it would make for an amazing pillow. The hefty bulge of fat not looking to have been rounded perfectly on her middle as it's weight forced it to sag down slightly. Sure, Sabrina's tits were pretty huge with the same pudge as her gut but, the latter seemed to soak up the most...just like her lower half had done. Johnathan was quite certain that a single slap on that bloated bulge of fat would make it wobble and jostle about like a bowl of black gelatin. "I just thought I'd come back and see how you were doing."
Sabrina merely nodded to Johnathan's answer gesturing him to follow her as she turned to lead him somewhere. "Come with me, if we intend to catch up, why not do so in a more comfortable room?" The psychic offered, Johnathan now being allowed to gaze downward and feast his eyes upon the ass he had yet to see earlier. Just as the trainer had predicted, Sabrina had a caboose equally engorged with fat like her wide hips. Even though Sabrina had went back to levitating instead of walking, Johnathan could still spy those basketball sized cheeks bouncing and jiggling softly as she floated to a door located off to the right of where most trainers would find the psychic waiting for them. As Johnathan stared and marveled at the bouncing booty on the portly psychic, a thought had suddenly occurred to him; just what did Sabrina mean by a 'more comfortable room'...?
"Maybe...maybe it's nothing." Johnathan thought, as he and Sabrina neared the door, he himself walking ahead of her to open it for her. The psychic didn't seem to really show much toward the gesture though, Johnathan did think he caught a faint smile on her face as she floated past him and (barely fitting through the door) entered the room ahead. Speaking of, Johnathan followed behind Sabrina and took a good look around to find that the room they entered looked to be a small recreational room, a place Sabrina could come to unwind and relax when she wasn't being challenge by trainers every now and then. The room was rather small, only having a bookshelf a couch and a desk of sorts. "Huh, this where you go when you're not busy?" Johnathan asked as walked further inside, Sabrina turning around and closing the door behind him with a simple psionic push.
"You could say that, yes. We gym leaders aren't always just standing around waiting for challenges, you know." Sabrina chuckled, as she nonchalantly waved her hand downward to the closed door. With a dull 'click', Sabrina locked herself and Johnathan inside, the latter seeming oblivious to what had been done behind him. "I come here to focus and calm my mind. Being psychic I need to make sure my powers are properly trained."
"That makes sense, can't always be on the job, huh?" Johnathan laughed, Sabrina responding with only a smile as she floated toward the couch and lightly dropped her large bottom on the soft cushions below. The couch creaked softly underneath her added weight, Sabrina's wide form looking to almost take up at least two cushions on the normally spacious article of furniture. "Speaking of, how's things going with the gym?" Johnathan said, taking a seat beside the gym leader and making himself comfortable.
"They have been well." Sabrina replied, "Though I have met a lot strong trainers and equally unique Pokemon...I have to say gym leadership can be rather monotonous."
"Yeah, I can understand that. It doesn't sound to be that exciting when things are slow around town." Johnathan nodded, taking another moment to eye Sabrina up and down. Her gut sat neatly atop the thickened shelf of her chunky thighs . Though Johnathan wanted to continue on like he was oblivious to her body and it's appearance, he knew this burning curiosity of what the hell happened to her in those seven years that caused her to bloat up like a Snorlax. Was she overindulging? Was she depressed and sought comfort in eating a ton of ice cream? Johnathan had to know! "Sabrina...I wanna ask you something but, you...have to promise you won't be offended..."
Sabrina blinked as she fixed her eyes to his, her expression largely unreadable to the trainer sitting before her. "Hmm? Okay then...what do you want to ask me, Johnathan?"
Johnathan nodded and cleared his throat as he prepared to go down a path his father told him never to go down when dating a girl. "It's...It's about your weight." He began, "Long before, you were always so slender and sleek lookin' but, now, seven years later, you look like you ate a Snorlax. I-I'm not insulting you or anything...I'm just a little curious on what's happened that...well, caused you to bloat up like this."
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