Whitney, Gym Leader of the Goldenrod was sitting on the couch in her apartment poking at her pudgy belly. She wore a white tube top that clung tightly to her enlarged breasts and shorts that squeezed her plump ass cheeks. “Was it really worth it? Am I really cuter?”

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Two weeks earlier.

Whitney and Cathy, one of the Goldenrod Gym Trainers who was also a close friend of Whitney, were having a practice battle. “Miltank, attack Jigglypuff!” Whitney shouted. Her ace Pokémon curled into a ball then launched herself forward slamming into the spherical pink Pokémon knocking her out.

Whitney grinned and hugged Miltank. “Amazing job Miltank. The cutest Pokémon and her equally cute Trainer are once again victorious!”

Cathy frowned and recalled Jigglypuff. Whitney had been on a hot streak, and it had pumped up her confidence to astronomical levels. Cathy brushed a bit of brown hair out of her eyes as Whitney fluttered her eyelashes at her friend. “Don’t you think Miltank, and I are just the cutest and most beautiful duo in all of Johto?” Whitney asked.

Cathy gritted her teeth. She’d lost to Whitney several times this week and that question finally pushed her over the edge. “Cutest? Most beautiful? Whitney you’re neither of those things! You’re probably the least popular Gym Leader in Johto!”

Whitney flinched back at her friend’s incendiary comment. “T-t-that can’t be right.” Whitney pulled her phone out of her pocket and quickly went online to check the latest Johto Gym Leader popularity poll. Her pink eyes widened when she saw the results. “C-c-clair is the most popular Gym Leader!”

Cathy frowned as Whitney started to cry. She’d lost her temper and upset her friend. She walked over and gently patted Whitney on the shoulder as tears slid down the pink haired girl’s cheeks. “There, there Whitney.” Cathy pulled Whitney into a hug and gently patted her on the back.

While she was sobbing Whitney looked up how to become more popular and cuter. One of the ways she found to become cuter was to become curvier. Whitney was already a bit curvy but not to Clair’s extent.

Cathy let go of Whitney and was about to go use the healing machine in the Gym when Whitney tapped her on the shoulder. Cathy looked at her, noticing her tears had stopped out of nowhere. “Cathy… you’ll always be there for me, right? You would do anything to help me, won’t you?” Whitney asked, fluttering her eyelashes.

Cathy blinked in confusion. Whitney really didn’t need to ask that they’d been friends since long before Whitney had become a Gym Leader. Cathy turned around and smiled. “Of course, Whitney, always…” Her pupils suddenly dilated when she noticed Whitney licking her lips and opening her maw wide.

Putting her hands on Cathy’s shoulders, Whitney swallowed her head, matting her brown hair with saliva in one powerful gulp. Cathy’s arms flailed around in a panic as Whitney lathered her face with her spit. “Whitney, what are you doing?” Whitney swallowed, pulling Cathy’s head down her throat and her shoulders into her maw.

Whitney frowned when the taste of Cathy’s dress hit her tongue. While Whitney nibbled on Cathy’s chest, she reached down to tear off the bottom half of her dress exposing her friend from the top of her stomach down.

Cathy felt a bit of cool air on her panty clad ass after feeling Whitney pulling on her dress. She paused for a second then started to squirm harder kicking her legs in an attempt to hit Whitney and force her friend to spit her out. “Whitney, have you lost your mind? Spit me out right now!”

Whitney ignored her friend’s cries and swallowed her upper body and arms. At the same time, she reached down holding Cathy’s legs together to avoid being kicked. Cathy was unable to get her legs free of Whitney’s unusually strong grip as her head was pushed into the boiling chamber that was Whitney’s gut. Her nose wrinkled when the acrid smell of Whitney’s stomach acids hit her.

Whitley slowly licked along Cathy’s belly causing her prey to giggle and squirm. “No wonder some of the Trial Captains in Alola like doing this to the people they defeat.” Whitney thought. She held Cathy’s legs together with one hand while chewing on her friend’s firm butt cheeks. With her free hand she started to remove Cathy’s shoes while her friend’s face burned with indignity and embarrassment in her belly.

Once Whitney dropped Cathy’s footwear to the floor, she gulped down her friends hips and ass then started to lick and slurp at her luscious and well toned legs. “Good thing Cathy likes to go jogging so often.”

Cathy’s face was pushed against the wall of Whitney’s growling gut as the pink haired girl swallowed her. Whitney reached down unbuttoning her jersey to avoid damaging it. It was too late for the black undershirt she wore as the sound of fabric tearing rang out through the Gym and it split in the middle. Cathy giggled as Whitney moved her tongue along her feet and toes savouring her friend’s taste one final time before she swallowed, sending Cathy’s feet down her esophagus.

Whitney slowly patted the sides of her before letting out a powerful belch that expelled the orange clip Cathy wore in her hair. “BRRRRWWWARP! Mm! You tasted fantastic Cathy!”
Cathy was dumbstruck. Her friend had just devoured her alive and was now complimenting her taste. “Whitney, what the fuck‽ Spit me out! I’m your friend not your food! Cathy shouted in indignation as she pushed out against Whitney’s stomach.

Whitney slowly massaged her belly. “BUUUURP! Sorry Cathy, if I want to become cuter and more popular, I need bigger curves like Clair, and you said you’d always be with me.”

Sweat poured down Cathy’s face from the humidity of Whitney’s belly. “I meant I would always be there to help you boost your popularity, not that you could eat me stupid!” Cathy could feel Whitney’s stomach walls slowly tightening around her coating more of her skin in digestive enzymes causing her to itch.

“Hmph, well just for that now I’m really not going to let you out,” Whitney said with a pout. She hadn’t intended to spit Cathy out, but now she really couldn’t be swayed and her “friend” was truly doomed. Whitney noticed Cathy’s Pokeballs sitting on the ground. “I guess I’ll be raising your Jigglypuff now.”

Cathy started to punch the walls of Whitney’s stomach as she felt her prison jiggle around. Whitney walked to the back of the Gym setting her Clefairy’s Pokeball along with the Pokeballs of Cathy’s Jigglypuffs into the receptacles. Whitney scrolled through something on her phone while the machine healed the Pokémon and her belly worked on melting Cathy down.

“Whitney, please let me out! I’m begging you to…” Cathy’s final pleas were cut off as Whitney’s gut clenched tightly around her crushing the already softened girl into mush. Cathy’s pulped remains were pumped into Whitney’s intestines through her duodenum then her jejunum before sluicing into her ileum to be distributed around her body.

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Whitney poked at her pudgy belly and sighed. Even two weeks of working out and not eating anyone else and she’d barely worked off any of the weight Cathy had added to her gut. At least her breasts and ass had grown making her curvier.

Of course Cathy wasn’t on the popularity poll, unless there was one for Gym Trainers. “Hmm, both Clair and Jasmine are ahead of me.” Whitney pouted and crossed her arms under her chest. “How is Clair ahead of me? Sure she’s pretty, but she’s so rude!” Whitney pouted and slapping her stomach in a fit.

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Clair was out for a jog on Route 45 south of Blackthorn City. She’d removed her cape and gloves and swapped out her normal boots for a pair of hiking boots due to how rough the trail was. She heard someone approaching her from behind quickly and paused before turning around. “Whitney, what are you doing here?” Clair raised an eyebrow when she got a good look at Whitney. Had this girl always been so… fat?
“Heh, I heard you could find Teddiursa here and I just had to add one to my team.” Whitney puffed out her enhanced chest to show off to Clair who couldn’t seem to care less.
Clair just shrugged and turned to leave. “Watch out for Ursaring, the parents will defend their children with everything they can, including tearing stupid trainers into little pieces.” Clair started to jog off as Whitney gulped in fright.
“Maybe trying to add a Teddiursa to my team isn’t such a good idea.” Whitney thought. She quickly dashed after Clair who sighed and stopped when she heard the pink haired girl running after her.
“Whitney, I’m not really in the mood for chit-chat… ever.” Saying Clair wasn’t the most sociable Gym Leader was an understatement. She really didn’t enjoy talking with her fellow Johto Gym Leaders, especially not Whitney. She didn’t feel someone as inexperienced as her deserved to be a Gym Leader.
Whitney was taken aback. She had forgotten how cold Clair could be. Hopefully that didn’t affect her taste. Before Clair could run off again Whitney quickly grabbed her shoulders then shoved the surprised blue haired woman into her drooling maw. “Whitney what are you…?” Clair managed to say before her head was engulfed in Whitney’s mouth.
Clair placed her hands on Whitney’s shoulders trying to push herself free as Whitney slathered her face in drool. Whitney moaned in delight. Clair was oddly sweet with a hint of saltiness likely from the sweat built up from jogging. Clair was unable to pull herself free as Whitney swallowed, pulling her head into her oesophagus, yanking her shoulders, breasts and upper arms into her mouth, pinning her arms at her sides.
“Spit me out right now! I will not become a meal for some amateaur!” Clair shouted as she wildly kicked her legs. Whitney ignored her and held her legs together leaving Clair able to do little more squirm as Whitney nibbled on Clair’s ample breasts.
Once Whitney was done enjoying Clair’s breast meat she swallowed pulling most of Clair’s upper body down her gullet. Clair kept trying to kick her legs as Whitney removed her boots and socks, dropping them to the ground. The Blackthorn Gym Leader yelped when Whitney sank her teeth into Clair buttocks. “I’m not some piece of candy!” Clair’s voice was full of embarrassment and indignity. Not that Whitney cared. Right now Clair was just a means to boost her popularity.
Whitney tipped her head back slowly, swallowing and licking at Clair’s well toned thighs. Clair couldn’t help but giggle even inside of Whitney’s gut. Once Whitney reached Clair’s feet she pushed them into her mouth and gave a final fatal swallow. “BUUUURP! Thanks for being a tasty meal Clair, hopefully you boost my curves nicely!” Whitney giggled and smacked the sides of her stomach before taking a seat on a large rock.
Clair squirmed and struggled inside of Whitney’s stomach pushing out against her stomach walls and occasionally punching them but Whitney seemed completely unbothered by Clair’s strikes. “Spit me out right now you stupid brat!” Clair yelped when Whitney smacked the top of her stomach hitting Clair on the head.
“I’m not letting you out. You’re just food, so be good food and digest!” Whitney pulled out her cell phone and surfed the net while Clair tried her best to trash around inside of her captors stomach.
Clair could feel sweat rolling down her skin as her leotard was dissolved by Whitney’s stomach acids. “It can’t end like this, I’m a Dragon master and destined to join the Elite Four someday!” Clair felt her strength waning with every punch and kick. Her eyes lids grew heavier as the oxygen content in Whitney’s stomach shrank.

Whitney’s lips quivered before she let out a belch loud enough to scare off some local Flying-type Pokemon. She felt Clair slump over in her gut a moment later. Once Clair passed out Whitney’s stomach went into overdrive causing a large build up of gas. Whitney burped again, spitting out a ball of blue fabric that landed on the ground with a wet splat.
“Hmm, what’s that?” Whitney crouched down picking the ball up, letting it unravel to reveal it was Clair’s bra, oddly undamaged from Whitney’s stomach acid. “I wonder if this will fit me once I digest Clair?”
Whitney rubbed her belly as it groaned and gurgled around the pulped remains of Clair as they were pumped into Whitney’s small intestine.
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A few days went by after Whitney devoured Clair. The blue haired Gym Leader had been declared missing and the police were currently searching for her with no leads as far as Whitney had seen. Whitney’s breasts and ass had grown to the point where her bra and panties were being strained. “I’ll have to go shopping soon, though I don’t know if I want anyone seeing this,” Whitney sighed while poking her plump belly.
She still wasn’t sure if she was cute enough to get further ahead on the next popularity poll. At least Clair was out of the way. The door to her apartment opened and the Olivine City Gym Leader, Jasmine walked in. “Hello Whitney, you called and said you wanted to talk?” Looking at Whitney’s belly Jasmine wondered if Whitney wanted advice on losing weight.
“Jasmine!” Whitney jumped to her feet and rushed over to the Steel-type Gym Leader pulling her into a hug. Jasmine returned the hug a moment later once she got over the surprise. “I’m so glad you came over.”
Jasmine smiled nervously and patted her friend on the back. “Of course. I’m always happy to help someone in need if I can. Though I’m not sure how often people have really needed me.”
Whitney paused remembering why she’d called Jasmine over. That caused a slight twinge of guilt. “Jasmine, I’ve been trying to become more popular by becoming more “cute”.” Whitney explained about the popularity poll and how low she was on it. “I’m not really sure what I can do to become more cute, besides what I’m doing already. Maybe what I’m doing now isn’t working…”
Jasmine nodded and stepped back once Whitney let go of her. She wasn’t really sure what to say. She suspected Whitney’s popularity was so low because she never took losing well. Clair had that problem too, but she was quite sexy at the same time. “Well, whatever you’re doing now I’m sure it’ll work! So just continue with that for a while. Don’t give up on your goals!” Jasmine spoke up cheerfully trying to be supportive.
Whitney licked her lips. “Thank you for the advice Jasmine.”

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It was the next day, Whitney awoke with a loud yawn. “Sigh, g’morning Jasmine!, ready for a workout?” The room went quiet, only a faint long gurgle from her pudgy stomach responded. Whitney got up from her bed, getting ready for a jog wearing a familiar blue bra and a familiar, at least to her, pair of sea foam panties. Thanks to Jasmine, none of her clothes fit at all now; Everything else Jasmine brough was melted, from her cute bow, to her dress. “Thanks for making me cuter Jasmine, but you could’ve spread yourself out a bit more you know.”
Whitney jolted when she heard someone walking into the room. She quickly spun around coming face to face with Samantha, a beauty who worked for the Goldenrod Gym. “I was wondering what you were doing. You don’t normally have this much trouble picking out your clothes,” Samantha said. Her eyes were fixated on Whitney’s massive gurgling gut. “Are those new underwear? They look cute, even if the colours are mismatched.”
Whitney smiled and rubbed her belly. Being so chubby was kind of growing on her enough she wasn’t sure if she wanted to lose the weight. “Do you know anything about the disappearance of these two Gym Leaders?” Samantha asked, holding up her cell phone. It showed the latest news report on Jasmine’s disappearance with Clair being mentioned.
Whitney gave an innocent smile and patted the side of her belly. “Me??? No- ARP s’cuse me. No clue.” “Well just make sure you don’t disappear too!” Samatha says jokingly. Whitney giggles, then peeks at Samantha, wondering if she would make her look cuter too. Jasmine had tasted like oranges, what would Samantha taste like…

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This is part of another collab with a friend of mine. They also helped with the story itself so a double thanks to them.

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