(WARNING: Fetish Work. All Characters Depicted 18+
(Contains: Life Support. Slob in many areas, including gas from both ends and hair growth in certain areas. Implied past weight gain, Immobile Blob size in story.
(Series: Pokey moms B/W, specifically, my series of pieces called 'Beat the Heat' about various Unova Gals in kinky scenarios. This one is non-canon to the rest, and is a rather dark/extra kinky spinoff.
(Part of a group project with 'Zerpz'! If you want a similar story with no gas or pit-fuzz and the whatnot, check out their piece in the description!
Just a few years ago... Roxie had her last performance.
A stunning show, before she was put on an extended vacation from her band and gym duty. She got bored quickly, deciding to hang out with one of her most beloved galpals! Rosa was one of her favorite trainers to hang with; and she still recalled their intense battle and lunch afterwards. But, rumor had it she'd stopped being seen around anywhere! That certainly explained why they hadn't met in person in such a long time. From other close friends, she'd heard that the girl took a hard hit to morale after losing a match to the elite four, taking a break from the trainer life. Hopefully she'd be happy to see her old friend!
Not knowing where she'd find Rosa, Roxie assumed the girls house would be a good place to start! Her mothers house, more specifically.
Knock Knock...
Roxie could her running footsteps head towards the door, someone slowly twisting the knob and beginning to open it from the other side.
"Is this my delivery from the Pokemon and Trainer Health Center, or did the Pizza's arrive early?" Roxie could hear from behind the door... a sing-songy bubbly tone speaking to itself. It sounded almost like Rosa, a bit deeper and slower though; perhaps her mother.
"Well, uhhh... 'bout that-"
The door finally opened fully, revealing a girl with a rather large hair-bun! She definitely looked to be a motherly age, wearing a loose tank top and a skirt. She looked over Roxie's excessively punkish grunge outfit, looking at the white haired girl with a bit of confusion.
"Oh! You seem familiar!"
"Ah! I'm uh, an old friend of Rosa's... and I just got put on vacation from being a gym leader. Do y'kn-"
"Ooh!!! It's so nice to see you, I've heard all about how wonderful you are! No wonder you kick-started so much courage and independence in my girl, aha! You look just the type." Rosa's mother laughed, hugging Roxie suddenly and squeezing the air out of her.
"Y-yyeahh! I... hahhh.. do have that vibe... I guess..." She struggled to speak, giving a weak attempt to exchange the hug.
"Rosa will be so happy to see you! She hasn't had many friends over recently, perhaps you'd like to stay for a while during this vacation?" Rosa's Mother continued, quick with her words as she paced back into the home, inviting Roxie in. "I'd be more than happy to accommodate any friend of Rosa's!"
As she slowly walked in, Roxie could hear thumping footsteps and the sound of wheels rolling.
Down the hallway by the living room, Roxie finally saw Rosa with her own eyes again. Though, she'd certainly changed in a few ways. More specifically, moved up a weight class or seven. She still was snug into her casual clothes, a excessively large t-shirt and... there was definitely something attempting to fit onto her thighs. Most of it was covered by hanging belly from this angle, though. She could certainly see a small air tank beside the girl though, carted along. It wasn't surprising that she needed it, given the girl dripping with sweat from the mere effort to cross a hallway.
"Hhahh... hfff... Roxie! It's so goood to see you, hhufff." Rosa snorted, giving a warm and kind smile as she waved. It appeared getting up and saying hello had been the most exercise the ex-trainer had seen in a long time. "W-wanna hang out? I got pokeflix and a new console..."
"Heck to the yeah! I have... a lot of free time, girl." Roxie said with a smile, happy to see her friend even if she was in such a sorry shut-in state.
"A-Ahh! Gosh, don't strain yourself too much Rosa! Remember, you've gotta get back your strength with plenty of relaxing!" Her mom poked into the conversation, kissing her not-so-little girls plump cheek. "You two have fun playing together and relaxing in her room, Pizza will be here soon!"
Roxie nodded, walking behind Rosa as she giggled and began to walk back for her room. Huffing, she took a heavy inhale from a small air-mask, carting a little canister beside herself.
Jeez, the punky rockstar thought to herself. Her BFF had really let herself go. Maybe after they hung out she could raise her spirits and get her more fit to take on the Elite Four again! Relaxing with such a friendly mom and her best friend did sound great, after all. They'd be like roommates!
Meanwhile, as the friends walked away... Rosa's overly pampering mother had a much different idea.
"She's very nice... but that girl has such a poor vision of things! So spunky and... independent... I can't let her rub off on Rosa again. But... ehehe... she's a friend... and I'm more than happy to care for another girl who's 'taking some time off' from their adventure. I'll just have to show her that being cared for is what young adults need after those long years of struggling on their own!"
Mom giggled to herself, taking an odd view on the situation. She'd realized how much she loved and craved having people to care for after Rosa left originally. No longer a nurse, and temporarily out of her duties as a mom; it left a semi-addiction in her. Having people to dote on was just in her nature! Another bird in the nest would make her life even more... satisfying.
Knock Knock!
"Oh, Pizza's are here!"
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In the Present...
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Rosa's mom was on a peaceful walk back home, arms filled with groceries. Hot steam drifted out of the various bags, filled with smaller bags of take-out food and to-go orders. It was her usual run for lunch! Not her lunch, of course, she'd had a light salad at one of the many places she had pickup orders from. The girl knew proper dieting, as a past nurse! However... she also knew what foods made girls feel the best, and she spared no expense for the two she took full care of.
First she'd fill up her darling little Rosa, then check in on Roxie and give her allll her favorites. She always brought a little extra... pushing Roxie to fit in more food than even Rosa. This behavior... alongside a few slightly questionable tactics, had led to Roxie accelerating past even Rosa's growth and development into the dependent NEET lifestyle.
After heading home and filling up her darling, not just with food; but with every type of compliment and over-pampering, she moved onto Rosa's bestie. The other girl was living just down the hall in a spare bedroom, already turned into a nice little haven designed make the ex-punk star forget ever wanting to leave.
"Ohh Roxie dear, it's lunch time! I got all your favorites!" The Mother called out, giggling as she pushed open Roxie's door. One heavyset girl full up, only one to go.
"Ahh! Pishh... hfff.. pizza? And..."
"and plenty of buffalo wings, extra sauce and condiments. I'll try to help you not make a mess, ehehe."
Thus began their usual 1 pm event, lasting an hour of heavy baited breaths and the sound of delicious morsels sucked down before they could even be tasted. A girl Roxie's size had to eat quick, or she'd get exhausted! Rosa's mother stood by her the entire time, rubbing the girls sweaty expanse of a stomach to encourage quick digestion. Of course, this also came with.. other adverse effects. Her gut gurgled and churned at every greasy morsel that'd been shoved in by the mother over the past handful of minutes.
"Hhhh... shho fuhhll..." Roxie muttered, wheezing as a breathy Hhwwoouuhrrp~ escaped her mouth.
It was quite amazing how far she'd let herself go. As Rosa's mother assumed, the easiness of life under her overly pampering hand was too intoxicating to escape. By the time she'd began to put on weight, her mind had already fallen into the blissful comfort of being cared for with Rosa. In short, Roxie's Moxie had run dry; replaced with a hedonistic streak and perhaps some masochism brought out by the mother. Speaking of which...
"I'm doing my best to help get that meal down, dear... I think i found a liiittle air bubble in your tummy though! Let me handle it, ehehe!"
The mother stopped her gentle rubbing of Roxie's slightly messy belly, feeling it up with a grope. Roxie huffed and gasped, still not used to how forceful the mother could be with her 'assistance' after years of living like this. Not to mention, how sensitive her flabby rolls could be. Rosa's Mother quickly found the air bubble after a few gropes of the stomach region... quickly squishing down on it as she squeezed at that part of the flabby gut.
"hhuhh... hnnf... Hwwuhhhrrrpp?!"
FFHHSHHLLLRRRPPPTHH...
An embarrassing humid burst of smog spilled from her rear, unable to hear the sound of the panties buried in her ass splitting fibers over the noise of her own chest thumping rapidly.
"Woah, woah! Caalm down there, calm..." Rosa's mom quickly rushed to action as Roxie went into accidental overdrive over the uncontrollable ass spluttering. She held one soft hand to the girls flabby chest, the other going back to gently rubbing her tummy.
"Hhahh... hppffh... hhff... Ihh... s-shhorry... huhhfhh..." Roxie grunted, knowing she couldn't have too much... strenuous activity with her current situation. Rosa's Mother hadn't let her fully in on the situation, but if she ended up passing out the ex-nurse would finally have to put the girl on a diet and recovery plan! It would be a great understatement to say she didn't want that to happen, of course. She'd derived such great pleasure from getting to care for two growing girls, it filled the need she'd realized all those years ago.
Fhhhrllhhrpp... PPhhfllshhrrt... Phhffllarrrp...
Gas poured out of her rear as she calmed down, the attempt to lower the heart-rate also loosening the few muscles she still had control of.
"That's it... easy, easy... ehehe! You're so cute when your cheeks are hot like that."
Rosa's mom watched the rate on a monitor hidden just behind Roxie's vision increase again after that comment. She knew she shouldn't intentionally... tease, the girl, but it was so cute! What wasn't cute was the smell in the room though, gosh. Her hand with to flick on the air conditioner, to filter out the room's air and get the girl a little less... dripping with sweat. Even in the cool she still had a few too many layers of raw lard to feel any less than toasty.
"Now that you have some extra room though... let's get this deep dish in you dear. I got all your favorite ingredients!"
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It'd only been a half an hour since her lunch, and Roxie was getting back to relaxing in her room. Free of mom's groping hands, she picked up a freshly cleaned controller and gotten back to online play. She still played games with Rosa often, yet they didn't see eachother face to face all too often. Getting up and attempting to waddle was... a bit difficult. Given she was wheezing just trying to absorb her meal, it was a far gone thought to get up. One of her flabby thighs lifted up ever so slightly, both legs comparable in size to trash cans and forced to be permanently spread open. Her underbelly, and the fatpad just beneath, prevented her legs from being in their default position.
Fhhhrrpppp...
"Ahhhnn... nh... Pizza ahhllwaysh greasesh uhp my syyshthm..." Roxie grunted, fatty fingers flicking the sticks on her controller. Her other hand tried to reach down to little avail... she had a little itch down there, but one that wouldn't be finding relief currently. Her arm could barely reach her navel, let alone the treasure-trail of thick hair below it. The greasy sweat that dribbled off her body had matted the fuzz stretching from her navel all the way down to her crotch. It wasn't the only place she'd dealt with growth... her pits were a nightmare as well.
Yet, she liked it! Real punk girls didn't care about things like bathing and shaving up; and here she could let it all out. Her mind was blissfully unaware she'd lost every 'edge' of the punk life to the hundreds of pounds of lard, obscuring her figure from a trainer's physique to a melting snorlax. Instead, it focused on how she could represent her buried rebellious natures at this size. After many sessions of Roxie grunting and refusing, Rosa's mom had given up on taming the girls natural fuzz; but she still bathed her weekly. She couldn't have the rockstar in such slovenly condition!
Speaking of which...
knock knock knock!
"Uhghh... yeshh?" Roxie stifled a belch, leaning upward from her bed and feeling several cables follow her body's slow wobbling movement. She set down the controller and left the online game, wondering why Rosa's matron would be back so quick.
"Ehehe, don't want to bother you dear! But, it's that time of the week, so let's make this easy on both of us..." Rosa's mom giggled again, smiling and pulling out a sponge and small bucket of fluid, beginning to walk towards Roxie's bed. Immediately, she let out a deep sigh of regret... only to realize that letting all that air out was a slight mistake. Mom put down the cleaning tools, quickly grabbing a small tube beside the bedbound girl and gently fitting it onto her nose as she started huffing to regain the oxygen in her emptied lungs.
"Comeon, dear! I know you don't like baths but no need to exhaust yourself... this'll just take a bit."
Psshh!
The air pushed itself back into her system, monitor going from haywire to normalized quickly as she was refilled. All better!
"Buhh... buhh... snnrrt... hfff..." Roxie tried to complain, before her plump lips were gently closed by the mother's hand. The other hand went back to rubbing and groping the girls gut, a wet squelch audible every time she went in for a deeper grab on her sweaty rolls. As always, this immediately disarmed Roxie and all her rebellious thoughts; a tactic the mother had realized within the first year of having the second girl under her wings.
As she finished up, Roxie bit her bottom lip and moaned, trying to control her heavy breaths.
"Cahhn you... aht leassh... g-get it exxtra guhd, d-down there?" She mumbled, embarrassed but still desperately needing her fuzzy fatpad itched.
"Of course, I know all the fluff down there makes you have a few more needs than my other trainer-in-care. Ehehe. Now, don't have a fit while I lift some of these folds..."
With that, she lifted the sponge and got to work, Roxie only minorly protesting with grunts and fat-slurred complaints...
Like I said up top, this is a non-canon BAD END story to beat the heat-y shenanigans, starring two girls who will get a actual story REAL SOON! This is probably the most dark my work will ever get and don't expect it often, lol. But, it was fun! If you want a less slob, more support fic, definitely check out the work of my lovely friend Zerpz! You can find their fic here: www.deviantart.com/zerpz/art/R…