Persephone groaned as she slumped against the chair, feeling the cushy leather surface lining the back beneath her fingers, but even though the seat was just within spitting distance she still couldn’t bring herself to waddle around the rest of the way to sit down, too drained to take another step. It took all of her strength not to simply allow her legs to buckle and crash to the ground completely as she started to kneel downward, although her unwieldy balance made it so that she couldn’t maintain her poise for long, and when her knees were bent as far as they could, her swollen thighs and calves mashing together, she simply flopped backward with a dull thump. Fortunately her bulbous buttocks were just as soft as any seat cushion, bracing the impact for her, although it didn’t change the hard feeling of the floor beneath her, and as the great blue cheeks spread outward it made her more conscious of the tight waistband of her shorts biting into her.

Her belly sprawled outward from her torso, a great blue glob with purple stripes that jutted forward several feet and forced her to stretch her legs wide apart in order to attempt to accommodate for its great mass, and even then it still overflowed her lap, reaching beyond her knees. The scaly skin glistened with perspiration, sweat trickling over its surface and the thick creases and folds that lined it, and the omnipresent moisture covering her body didn’t do anything to help how much she ached, her muscles sore after another attempt at being physically active. She held a hand against her chest, swollen black-furred breasts straining the fabric of her tank top, and felt as it rose and fell in time with her breathing, heavy gasps of air that made her throat burn, the rapid beat of her heart pulsing through her flabby flesh.

There was a low gurgling deep within the Hydreigon’s stomach, yearning to be refilled after burning so many calories on exercise, and she grunted as she squeezed the thick rolls of fat between her claws. She looked up in the direction of the door to the kitchen, her vision somewhat obscured by her tousled bangs of black and red-streaked hair hanging over her eyes, its stores of food calling out for her, and she would have been more than happy to devour all of them if it didn’t mean having to go get them. “Ungh…why do I have to be fat and fit at the same time?” she grumbled to herself as she let herself slump against the chair beside her again.

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Another commission I got recently, this time from  biglovealicia of Persephone, kind of showing the other side of what's going on in Break Time. While Alice takes exercise in stride and is able to keep going for long stretches of time without needing a break, Persephone has a much harder time staying active and frequently finds herself out of breath and in need of a refueling. I considered not doing any kind of story for this since it's basically just the same situation as seen before, but I decided I might as well write something to get my juices flowing, even if it's really short.

Pokemon as a whole belongs to Nintendo/GameFreak.
Persephone belongs to me.
Be sure to look at the original submission too!



One of the things I like most about this is actually her feet. Big pointy purple talons. >:I



Yes my titles really are getting that horrible.