Tyranitar meets Garchomp for the first time in a long time. As she enters through a narrow door, he tries to hug her, wanting to see how much weight they've both gained. However, no matter how far they stretch their arms, they can't touch each other's belly. They then try to hold hands, but their short, thickened arms are out of reach. Though they can't touch, they are able to confirm their current location on their gaining journey: so fat their arms can't even touch each other!

Tired from desperately stretching their arms, they sit on the floor, spreading their bodies out. They run their arms over the surface, feeling for what's around them. But wherever they touch, there's only fat... Truly trapped in fat... He takes a deep breath, savoring the sensation of how much bigger he's become. His body's softness and weight make him feel like he's about to be crushed, but the sensation is exquisite, and he wants to stay like this forever...

But the reality is that he can't keep doing that. No matter how far he stretches, he can only reach his own body, meaning he can't reach anything other than the table. This is a serious obstacle in their lives. It's beginning to put a brake on Garchomp's desire to gain weight. If she continues like this, she won't be able to battle. Tyranitar couldn't imagine her giving up on gaining weight... he had a feeling she would continue on with her passion, even if she was bloated up like a ball.

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It's Day 19. It's hard to get a sense of size when they're all so bloated. I'm okay with Tyranitar, but I feel like Garchomp's arms are too short.

This time, it's not that important to the story, so I tried to keep it simple. But even so, I still end up getting too hung up on it and it takes a lot of time...