It's starting to become apparent that a year of slacking and baking may be having an impact on her figure.

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“I’ll get it!” Jordan shouted across the house as the phone rang. Maybelle let out a quiet mumble of acknowledgement, as she laid across a couch. It was a hot day, and she was perfectly content to spend the day in front of a fan, which blew a steady stream of air at her face. She perked one of her ears to listen in on Jordan’s conversation on the phone.

“Hello? Oh, hi! I’m great, how about you? Oh, that’s good! Yes. Yes, she’s here. Of course! One second, let me get her.”

Within a moment, the Jolteon approached, her hand over the receiver of the phone. “It’s Mr. Becker.”

Maybelle sat up with a groan, and took a deep breath, hiding her tired demeanor. “Hello?”

She was immediately met with Mr. Becker’s overenthusiasm. “Hello, Maybelle! How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been well, sir. Is everything alright?” She asked.

“Oh, yes, of course, May! Just peachy keen. You’d be the first to know if something was the matter. I know we chat about our business together, but today I wanted to talk about the League a bit. You know, since it’s coming up on a year.”

Maybelle’s eyes widened a bit. She knew that the one-year mark was coming up, but she didn’t realize it was so soon. She swallowed to clear her throat. “Of course, time flies, am I right?” She replied with a fake laugh.

“Oh, absolutely! It feels like you were here in the ring only yesterday. Well, maybe not yesterday, but you get what I mean. The League is doing well! We’ve had some great tournaments, you know? With upsets and comebacks and all sorts of exciting turns, there’s been some good action.” Becker began. Maybelle felt a mix of relief and sadness from hearing how the League was doing well without her. “Of course, none are as spectacular as the only fighter I know who took no losses. Which brings me to part of why I was calling. I imagine you already know what I’m gonna be asking, right? Well, I’ll be direct. You think we’ll be seeing you in the ring again any time soon? Now, you don’t need to answer right away, but I’ll need to know at some point. And I’ll be okay with either answer, so don’t feel like you gotta make anybody but you happy.”

“Oh, well, um …” Maybelle hesitated, glancing down at herself, then at Jordan. “Well, being honest, I think my days in the ring are done. Having so much more time, I’ve been able to experience new things, and, maybe it’s a bit selfish of me, but I want to do more of that.”

“Maybelle, don’t you be saying such things!” He exclaimed. “If you want to dip your toes into whatever else life has to offer you, then you go right ahead! You’ve more than earned it, I’d reckon. Only a fool would try to deny that. And of course, if you ever feel like coming back to the fighting world, I’m sure no one would mind you hopping in for an exhibition match.”

“Well, that’s appreciated, sir.” She sighed as she felt tension leaving her body. “Admittedly, I was worried you’d be upset with me saying I’d rather not come back.”

“What? Oh, not at all, May! I mean, I’d be happy if you came back, but I completely understand if you want to follow other pursuits. Though, speaking of, that reminds me of the other reason I called. See, the League’s board does want to offer you a bit of an award for your accomplishments with a formal function. Maybe think of it as a bit of a retirement party! You know, just to make it official.” He mentioned.

Maybelle’s darted to Jordan briefly.. “Oh? How big of a function are we talking?”

“Well, mostly people involved with the League. A couple photographers. I don’t think they’re expecting interviews. At least they shouldn’t. But there’ll be people taking photos, since you’ll begetting a little award, you know? And if it helps, you’re welcome to stick around me if things get a bit much for you. I don’t think anyone would see you past me! ” He joked, letting out a huffy laugh. “But seriously, May, this is supposed to be celebrating you, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. We can make it a bit more close ”

Maybelle gently chortled at Becker’s self-deprecating humor. “I think I’ll be okay, sir. I know I’m a lot less outgoing outside of the ring, but I should be fine. I’ve been getting out and being more social with Jo this past year.”

She practically heard Becker smile. “Is that so? Well, I’m glad to hear it. Right now we’re planning this for about a week from now, I can send you two more info as we get closer. I’ll even send Jacob to come pick you up! That all sound good for you?”

“Sound good, sir.”

“Great! Then I’ll see you then! Looking forward to it, May. Take care for now!” He beamed, before hanging up the phone.


Once the call ended, Maybelle slumped back into the couch.

“That bad, huh?” Jordan teased, looking down at her partner with a grin.

Maybelle let out a groan. “It’s fine. It just means dressing up.” She looked down at her middle, and blushed. “Though … I might want to check if my dress still fits.”

Jordan grinned as she offered a hand to Maybelle. “Well, there’s only one way to find out.”

Maybelle reluctantly followed along, taking Jordan’s hand. She reached the bedroom, and took a seat on the foot of the bed, as her partner excitedly sorted through clothing in the closet. She returned to Maybelle, holding up a blue dress.

“Alright, lover, how about you give it a try?” Jordan suggested.

Maybelle let out a sigh, and stood up, taking the dress from Jordan. She meandered over to a mirror in their room. She glanced back and forth between the dress in her hands, and her reflection of her figure. The last time she wore this was over a year ago. And since then she had put on a notable amount of weight. She wasn’t huge, but she still has some softer features, most notably a slight paunch over her middle. “There’s no way this is going to fit me anymore, Jo.” she muttered.

Jordan bit her lip, as she watched her partner evaluating their own figure. She smiled again as she saw her undress to her underwear.. “Just give it a try, Belle. Worst comes to pass, we go out and get you something a size up. It’s not the end of the world, and you’re not the first girl that’ll have happened to.”

Maybelle looked at herself again, and groaned again, stepping into the dress. “I suppose it’s not, but it doesn’t make it feel any less unflattering.” She continued to pull the dress up, meeting resistance at her thighs and hips. “This is already pretty tight, Jo …”

“Here, lemme help you out, Belle.” Jordan all too eagerly stepped closer to help Maybelle put the dress on, grabbing some of the fabric, and tugging it upwards. “And, for what it’s worth, I still think you look pretty. Like … you’ve got a more comforting look going on.”

Maybelle felt her face go flush at Jordan’s words. “Aw, c’mon Jo, you’re just … just being nice.” She huffed out. As Jordan pulled the dress up, she felt the seams press tight against her sides. “Jo, I really don’t think this is gonna fit.” she protested.

“Just suck your middle in for a second, I’ve almost got it, Belle.” Jordan reassured her. Maybelle didn’t want to argue with Jordan, so she did as she was told and took a deep breath, pulling her middle in. She the heard the swift sound of the zipper being yanked all the way up. She yelped in surprise at the sudden constraint around her upper body, as if someone were laying on her chest. “See? It still fits!” Jordan chirped.

“Yes, but … this is hardly what I’d call comfortable …” Maybelle complained. She turned her focus back to the mirror to look at herself again. Like Jordan said, the dress did indeed fit, though it clung so tightly to her body, it left little to the imagination as far as her form went. She slowly let her breath out, relaxing her middle as she did.

As she did, she could see, hear, and feel the dress give way. The seams on her sides tore open, exposing her sides, while the fabric covering her upper body outright tore to compensate for her larger chest.
Maybelle maintained a look of surprise, as her hands came up to her mouth. Jordan made a similar gesture, though instead to cover that she was getting some enjoyment out of this situation.

“Oh … okay, um … well, I guess we should be glad we did this now, and not the day of the party, huh?” Jordan teased, trying to bring some levity.

Maybelle was visibly flustered, her face red and teary-eyed as she stared at herself in the mirror. “Nngh … even if this didn’t tear, this dress makes me look even fatter than I already am. What would they even say if they saw me like this? I’d never hear the end of it.” She anxiously worked herself up.

Jordan took Maybelle by the hand and pulled her away from the mirror. “Hey, Belle, don’t talk like that!” She stated firmly, pulling Maybelle in for an embrace. Jordan did find Maybelle’s softer figure nicer to embrace, but she quickly pushed such thoughts aside to focus on Maybelle. “It’s fine, okay? You’re not fat, you’re … just a little curvier than you were before. And that’s okay! No one’s gonna fault you for relaxing a bit now that you’re not fighting anymore.” Jordan stepped back, still holding her hand. She thought for a moment, and gave a gentler smile as she looked Maybelle in the eyes, and firmly squeezed her hand. “How about this? We’ll go and get you a new dress, something loose and flowing, maybe a shaper too, and you’ll look amazing. You’ll look sexy,” Jordan added sultry emphasis to her words, even giving a suggestive look to her partner.

Maybelle’s tone suddenly shifted, as Jordan’s statement elicited a snort from her. “Come on, Jo, don’t be silly.” she retorted.

“I’m not! There’s a reason people asked you to consider being a model, Belle. I promise, after we get you a nice dress, we’ll go to a spa or a salon, and you’ll get the full treatment. You’ll walk out of there super pretty. Everyone’s gonna be staring at you, cause you are attractive, but they’ll then find out that you’re already spoken for.” As the Jolteon emphasized her words, she ushered Maybelle to the foot of the bed again.

Maybelle giggled at Jordan’s declaration, involuntarily taking a seat on the bed. “Jo, stop, that’s not-.” She weakly protested, despite the smile that formed on her red face.

“And the best part is, I get to take you home at the end of the day, cause I love you.” She interrupted. Jordan leaned in to give Maybelle a few pecks on the lips as she spoke, slowly putting her weight onto her, and pushing both of them onto the bed. “And because I love you very much, I’ll do or say what I think I need to for you to be happy. And if that means I gotta show you that you are pretty even when you think you aren’t, then that’s what I’m gonna do, okay?” She plants one more kiss on her partner’s lips. “Or am I gonna have to talk about what I’ll do to my gorgeous girlfriend once I get her home?”

Maybelle poorly stifled some laughter. She took a few deep breaths, and raised an arm to tap on Jordan’s back in submission. “Alright, alright, you win, Jo …” she admitted, still suppressing some of her laughter. She took one last deep breath, and let it out. ”... Thank you, Jo. I really appreciate it.” Maybelle sat up just enough to reciprocate a single kiss back to Jordan.

“Any time, Belle. So you’re good for that shopping and salon date if I book something for tomorrow?” Jordan confirmed, as she laid herself onto the bed, next to Maybelle..

Maybelle nodded as she finished sitting up. “That sounds good, Jo. For now, do you think you can help me out of this thing?”

Jordan giggled a bit. “Oh, right! Sure thing, Belle.”