Alice always seemed to have trouble when it came to what was directly in front of her, especially when it came to reach, her arms unable to stretch further than the ponderous mass of flesh that was attached to her chest, thus forcing her to turn to the side whenever she needed to pick something up. And then there was the constant dilemma of finding spaces large enough for her to fit through, when most buildings weren’t designed with customers whose width was greater than their height in mind – something made all the more impressive when one’s height is just shy of nine feet to begin with. These were adjustments she had grown used to over the course of her life, ever since high school when puberty began to kick in and she started eating just a little more than she should have.

At the moment, however, the current issue was not one of accessibility, but rather of visibility. The Garchomp didn’t normally have a problem with seeing over her prodigious bust, but although this was not one of those unfortunate moments when some mysterious affliction of growth had befallen her, it was a moment where her active, energetic lifestyle was getting the better of her. When she pushed her feet against the ground beneath her, the upward movement caused her entire flab-laden body to bounce, her titanic breasts most of all, so much so that the fleshy globes, each wider than the tires of a monster truck, rose up to completely cover her field of view. Fortunately, there was no risk of her accidentally smacking someone in the face at the moment as she was jogging along a mostly empty track, and it was relatively simple to stay moving straight ahead without running into something.

Her scales glistened with sweat, the thin beads of perspiration trickling over the sloping sides of her mountainously curvaceous figure; there was rather more of her skin exposed than she might have liked, but in the heat of summer she couldn’t afford to cover herself too much while exercising. It didn’t help either though that her current set of workout clothes was a few sizes too small, the result of a miscommunication with the designers in charge of producing these garments for the Finest Fatties. Her top consisted of enough material that it might have been able to constitute a parachute or tent for one of more normal proportions, the straps of purple cloth stretched taut across her chest, digging into the soft fat, and leaving exposed not only a deep cavern of crimson cleavage on top but also a copious expanse of bulging flab underneath, although despite the tightness it didn’t do much to keep their pendulous swinging in check. Her shorts had a much easier job by comparison, though it wouldn’t be proper to say they were slack when they had to contain her bulbous buttocks, which jiggled profusely in time with her pumping feet and swaying tail, and they were beginning to chafe somewhat on account of her thighs having to grind against each other with every step. Both garments were adorned with golden emblems of a serpent encircling a sun – her own personal identification marker.

Nearing the end of this side of the track, Alice began to veer to the right ever so slightly, moving around the bend that connected the two parallel strips; she could get just enough of a view of what was in front of her between each of the pendulous swings of her bosom. As she straightened out her course again, however, she caught sight again of the one other person who was currently jogging with her, although to say that she was currently “jogging” would be an extreme exaggeration. The enormous Hydreigon’s gait would be better described as a weak hobble, slow and uneven, almost appearing to be forcing her feet forward despite her evident exhaustion, which wasn’t helped by the fact that her legs were weighed down by huge layers of swaddling flesh, swollen thighs thicker than tree trunks and sagging, bloated buttocks. The greatest inhibiting factor though was her belly, a gigantic, sprawling mass of blue scales, a pair of purple stripes running up its front, that pushed out in front of her and hung downward, oozing almost all the way to the ground, and each time she brought her legs forward she had to push against its monumental bulk.

As the Garchomp came closer, she also noticed that the dark dragon was absolutely drenched in sweat, trickling rivers running down the tiered rolls of bulging flab that lined her sides, and her black, red-streaked hair and the dark fur covering her upper body were damp, matted down. Her clothes were already black in color, but they were stained with multiple large darker patches where the sweat had accumulated, the red emblems of a curling winged serpent stretched out by her engorged shape, and the wetness exacerbated the feeling of tightness. The saline liquid even dripped from the tips of her wings, the six thick, furry limbs hanging limply against her back, much like her tail drooping heavily over the groove formed by her buttocks.

“Um…Persephone?” Alice said as she came up beside her, slowing down her speed, mostly to match but also to give herself a moment’s break and catch her breath, “Are you sure you want to keep going with this?”

“N…no…it’s…fine,” Persephone wheezed in reply, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. Her pudgy face was tinged with a deep red color, though it was hardly a blush of embarrassment, and her mouth hung open, her tongue lolling out. “I…I need…the exercise…” she said, even though speaking was making it even harder to breathe while she continued pushing herself onward, “and I don’t…have…that much…more to go.”

“But you’ve only done one lap so far!” the other dragon said, her worry growing, “I’ve passed you three times and each time you’ve only looked worse than before! You’re not even going to be doing yourself much good if you’re going that slowly!”

“Oh, I…I can…go…faster,” Persephone said, although she didn’t particularly sound convinced of herself. The stomping rhythm of her feet sped up, only slightly, and she began to pull ahead of Alice, although at the same time the huffing and puffing of her breath grew even louder and more labored than it had been before. “Try to…keep up…!” she added, perhaps trying to be playful, but her voice was completely drained of emotion, “I’ll…I’ll get…to a mile…before you…even…”

By this point the Hydreigon’s feet and legs were so numb with ache that she didn’t even notice when they began to buckle, unable to cope with her weight any longer. She listed forward, her balance giving way, like a tree about to be felled, but she couldn’t exactly fall as her gut almost immediately met the hot asphalt of the track and spread out beneath her, like a massive built-in airbag – if airbags were filled with a thick pudding instead of, well, air. She lay upon a mattress of her own flesh, her legs wiggling ineffectually for a few moments before she realized that she wasn’t moving, and she pulled her head up from her swollen chest, the watermelon-sized globes serving comfortably as pillows despite their current moistness, and took in deep gulps of air.

“Just sit tight for a moment,” Alice said with a soft chuckle as she leaned over beside Persephone and placed a hand on her shoulder, in the process bringing her gargantuan chest brushing up against the side of the equally gargantuan belly, and her long brown hair came spilling around her face, “and I’ll get you some water, then we’ll think about the rest of that mile.”

“Not like…I can do much else…” she replied morosely as she watched the Garchomp run off at a brisk pace, her form heaving and jiggling hypnotically. For now, she simply rested on her king-sized bed of a belly to ease the soreness that was encompassing her entire body and caught her breath again, remaining motionless. She was too tired to even try to tug on her shorts and alleviate the wedgie that was pulling between her buttocks.

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This pic was another commission I got from  rahiros and since I loved it so much, and also since it's the inaugural pic of Persephone, I decided to write something for it. It also features Alice at a newly upgraded size because I finally decided I had to make her a little bigger to compete with Nefertari. Alice and Persephone are both professional league fighters so they need to get plenty of exercise to support their meaty frames, but Persephone has a considerably harder time keeping up.

Pokemon as a whole is owned by Nintendo/GameFreak.
Alice and Persephone belong to me.
Be sure to look at the original submission too!



There's lots of other stuff with Persephone I need to do. She's actually one of my favorite characters but all of my ideas for her kept getting pushed back.



Rah contributed a lot of things for the clothing designs but I especially have to credit him for Persephone's emblem because I couldn't come up with anything myself, and I really like how his idea came out. -n-