“Oh boy, I can’t believe Alice is letting me exercise with her again today!” Margaret said excitedly as she leapt out of bed, hurling off the blankets and heaving herself onto the ground with surprising alacrity given her bulk. The apartment bedroom was small and cozy, but just large enough to give her adequate room to move around, although that still didn’t stop her from bumping into things with her ample hips as she rushed this way and that, making her way over to the dresser in the corner. “I thought she’d never let me into the weight room with her again after last time, but it was worth it to see those jiggling boobies!”

The Skarmory chuckled to herself as she pulled off her silky pink pajamas, first her shirt and then the matching pants, but she wouldn’t be standing completely bare for long. She pulled open the top drawer of the dresser and picked out one of the bundles of cloth that were stored inside, a mass of dull lavender that unfolded into a tank top, the straps pinched between her thick fingers. Taking care not to tear the soft fabric on the sharp horn on her scalp, she pulled it over herself, fitting her head and arms through the appropriate openings before pulling her golden hair free as well, pulling the lower hem down until the garment was neatly settled in place. It stretched just far enough to cover her bosom, delicately wrapped around the melon-sized globes, but only just that far, leaving her sprawling belly completely uncovered, rolls of flab lining its slopes as it hung down past her waist and to her knees.

“Hmm…no one needs to know if I’m going commando today,” she said under her breath with a giggle as she closed the drawer without bothering to pick up one of the pairs of underwear lying on the other side, instead pulling open the one below it to reveal much thicker bunches of cloth, as there was much more material needed to make fitting shorts and pants for her. She sifted through the contents for a few moments before removing a pair of blue shorts with an elastic waistband, the fabric particularly stretchy. “Exactly what I was looking for!” she exclaimed as she bent over to begin putting the last pieces of her ensemble on.

This was far easier said than done, however, as most things involving Margaret’s lower body tended to be. It was difficult enough to simultaneously bend over while also lifting up one leg to thread a foot through the hole in the shorts and then the other, but the true fight proved to be when she tried to pull them up over her calves and thighs, thickening the further upward they went until reaching her hips, which stretched out to either side far enough that her width was as great as her height. She tugged and yanked as hard as she could on the waistband of the poor shorts, but no amount of stretchiness was enough to allow them to cover the titanic proportions of her buttocks, squeezing against the undersides of the bloated, bulging globes, each one large enough that they could have smothered a fully grown adult under their mass.

“This is, ngh, a lot…more difficult…than it should be!” she grunted as she fought against her own burgeoning flesh to pull up the shorts, unable to bring the back of the waistband over the bulk of her rear. “Come on, I only wore these, like…a month ago! You’re really just making this harder on yourself, shorts!” With one loud bark of defiance, she yanked on the waistband as hard as she could, and she almost felt them budge an inch higher, but that was outweighed by the feeling of her balance shifting as the violent motion was enough to send her reeling backward, and before she knew what was happening she had flopped onto her bed again and was staring up at the ceiling. The force of the impact was minimal, but she heard a sound that was even worse than the snap of breaking bones: the tearing of fabric.

“Aw man, come on…” she grumbled under her breath as she felt the shorts finally come up with significantly less resistance, but she knew it was irrelevant by this point, and she simply let her arms fall limply against the bed as well, “now how am I going to work out with Alice if I don’t have the right clothes for it?” After a few moments, however, her eyes widened and her beak curled into a smile again as she bolted upright and proclaimed, “I know! That just means we can go shopping instead!” And with that she once more leapt up from bed, not realizing as she waddled to the door that the tattered remains of the shorts fell were falling limply to the ground behind her, leaving her enormous buttocks naked once again, jiggling profusely with her movements.

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Most original title ever amirite?

A while ago I got this amazing commission from  trinityfate62 and I knew at the time that I just had to write something about it. Then I was writing things earlier and I suddenly realized that I had never actually gotten around to doing that and it was something I had to rectify immediately. Pretty much exactly what you'd expect, Margaret trying to put on clothes that are way too small because she's too much of a fatass.

Pokemon as a whole is owned by Nintendo/GameFreak.
Margaret belongs to me.
Be sure to look at the original upload too!



The background is startlingly similar to how I imagined Margaret's apartment bedroom.



...granted it's just a wall, ceiling, and closet, but still.