Cuddling and Coddling
      
      
      “Kurli!” The voice came calling in through the halls from the kitchen, carrying a gentle warmth in its cadence. This was shortly followed by a series of thumping footsteps, gradually growing in volume as they came closer, until the owner of the voice made herself apparent. “It’s dinner time, dear,” the Gardevoir announced, calm and yet filled with affection, a thin smile stretched across her cheeks. The white folds of her dress fluttered lightly around her, adhering to and draping over the curving slopes that made up her generously voluptuous body.
      
      “Coming, Mommy,” the young Kirlia replied obediently before slipping off of the couch. She briefly fumbled with the remote, first pausing the video on the television of a Lopunny in the middle of an elegant leap, then pressing another button to turn the screen off completely.
      
      Mommy – the only name the Gardevoir needed to go by – gave a broader grin and a soft chuckle as she watched her daughter come doddering up to her. “I see that you were watching those dance videos again,” she cooed, leaning down with her hands on her knees, “have you been enjoying them?”
      
      “Yeah, I love them a lot!” Kurli cheerfully replied, her round face brightening as she showed her enthusiasm, “Here, look at what I learned this time!”
      
      The girl assumed a ready position, standing on the tips of her toes with her arms poised up in the air over her head, and then she began to perform a few simple twirls and steps. It seemed laughable for one such as her to attempt such graceful motions, but she managed some semblance of fluidity all the same. She was only minimally hindered by the swaddling layers of flab which encircled her body, the bloated gut which jutted out far in front of her, or her thick legs which jiggled pendulously with her motions and had their flexibility significantly limited. Not that her clothing did her much favor either, a simple green one-piece suit that contained the entirety of her torso and waist within its span, accentuating the bulging curvature of her physique, the slope of her stomach rounding out into the cushiony mass which filled the underside of the outfit and gently caressed around her waist and pelvis, with a frilly skirt ringing around it.
      
      “Ta-da!” she proclaimed when she finally came to a stop, balancing on one foot, only to give a soft gasp of shock when she tumbled over. There was a resounding thud when she landed, though she didn’t particularly feel much from it, safely protected by the many layers of her own body and the gentle padding of her clothing, briefly rolling ineffectually before coming to a stop on top of her belly.
      
      “Ohhh!” Mommy practically squealed in delight at the mere sight of Kurli’s display, and she got down on her knees behind her. “You’re such a pretty baby girl!” she cried as she reached to wrap both of her arms around the Kirlia’s midsection, squeezing in against the copious doughy girth, and nuzzled her cheek gently against her rear, the inner padding of the onesie audibly crinkling from this contact. “Mommy’s so proud of you!”
      
      Kurli only laughed joyously, pleased that she had proven herself despite her little flub, and wriggled lightly within her mother’s grasp, almost in the manner one would when being tickled. Eventually they both calmed down, allowing her the opportunity to stand up once again, and the Gardevoir walked back to the kitchen with the Kirlia waddling after her, having to exert far more effort in order to cross the same distance. Though she only stood up to around her mother’s chest, the size difference was more than made up by the sheer width and depth which she had.
      
      She was starting to feel lightly winded by the time she rounded the corner into the dining room, but that was a small inconvenience in the face of the feast which was laid out upon the table in front of her, immediately washing all of her cares away. Though the girl had hardly ever been subjected to a small meal, the sheer quantity and variety was breathtaking, practically every inch of space on the table filled with plates upon plates, laden with all of the most delectable dishes her young mind could think up. And then the smells overtook her – oh goodness, the sheer power of the smell, so many rich aromas mingling together all at once, it was enough to make her jaw drop open of its own volition, and there was a low, prolonged gurgling within her stomach. “I see someone’s getting eager,” Mommy murmured teasingly to her as she stood beside her, and bringing her out of her reverie by softly yet sharply pinching her cheek, then reaching down to fasten a bib around her neck, a broad cloth shield covering her chest and upper stomach with a picture of a smiling sun upon it. “Well, go on, it’s not getting any hotter the longer you wait, silly!”
      
      And yet the Kirlia briefly found herself hesitating even as she shuffled forward, even as her belly growled hungrily again. The food was certainly all so delicious, but there was just so much of it! Could she really hope to eat all of it by herself? But as she sat down on the bench (conventional seats were too small to accommodate the breadth of her hips and thighs) and settled into her position, the natural instincts which had been instilled in her psyche came easily flowing back to her. It didn’t matter if she [i]could[/i] eat all of it; all that mattered was that she was eating!
      
      Kurli reached haphazardly in front of her for whatever was closest, happening to grab hold of a plate loaded full of hamburgers, and then summarily began the process of devouring all of them. Despite being small in stature, she took massive bites out of her food, teeth rending through everything with ease, and she would only pause long enough to chew and to savor the taste. This was a necessity, as each bite brought with it an explosion of flavor just as tantalizing as the smell had been, gushing with juices that filled her mouth before she swallowed and continued with the meal. Bits of crumbs and juices gradually accrued around her lips and cheeks, splattering on her chest, mostly landing on the bib, or on the plate, and every now and then she would pause to dab at these with the burgers to soak them up.
      
      “That’s a good girl,” Mommy cooed in approval, having taken up a position on the other side of the table, gazing proudly at her daughter while she ate, “don’t let any of it go to waste! We can’t afford to let a single drop not get lost within that billowing belly of yours!”
      
      The Kirlia nodded in affirmation, though when she opened her mouth to respond all that came forth was an eruption of a belch. “Oh, e-excuse me!” she quickly exclaimed in embarrassment.
      
      “You’re excused, darling,” the Gardevoir replied, laughing heartily, her full form trembling dramatically, “just keep on eating and enjoying yourself!”
      
      She nodded again and resumed her feast. It was only a couple more minutes before the first course was completely finished, and then she unflinchingly moved on to the next, pulling a whole pizza closer to her, piled with toppings and glistening with grease. All of the dishes were particularly rich in their texture and consistency, thick, juicy, and, above all else, fatty, as if filled to bursting with the greatest possible amount of flavor.
      
      It was only appropriate, then, that as she continued to eat, this same fullness gradually became instilled within herself as well. The bench started to have less and less space available upon its surface as the Kirlia’s thighs crept out to either side, and her gut increasingly filled the space between her legs, stretching out the fabric of her onesie. As the meal carried on, this process only grew in intensity, the girl who had previously merely been fat reaching far into the echelons of obesity, her width beginning to encroach upon her height, and the bench gave low groans of protest beneath her.
      
      After finishing off a platter of meatloaf, she reached forward, only to find her hands coming short. Not only had she exhausted the majority of the plates within immediate reach, leaving only those which were on the far side of the table, she also could barely reach any further ahead of herself with her belly pushing against the edge of the counter in front of her, fat flesh molding around the hard surface. “Can’t quite make it, can you?” Mommy asked, drawing out her syllables, before breaking into a fit of stifled giggles, “Don’t worry, Mommy’s here for her big belly baby.” And she quietly slid a plate of salmon fillet closer, which Kurli was quick to take up and begin to devour as well.
      
      This process continued with the Gardevoir giving gentle encouragement to her daughter while she stuffed herself silly. Her features gradually became doughier and doughier, her neck swelling out into a bloated mound of rolls which absorbed her chin and melded with her cheeks, and the flexibility of her arms diminished significantly with her shoulders and elbows getting swaddled with lard. Were she to stand up again it would be a miracle for her to even walk, her legs so engorged that the joints were almost unnoticeable and splayed apart by the girth of her gut and the puffiness of her diaper, still continuing to stretch along with her.
      
      Soon, the table had been completely cleared of all of its contents, leaving only empty plates and bowls stacked in front of a Kurli who was now significantly plumper than she had been before sitting down. She gave a long groan as she rubbed her stomach, one of the few things feasible enough for her arms to do at this point. “I did it, Mommy…I really ate it all!” But when she looked across the table again, her mother was no longer there, or anywhere else to be seen in the room for that matter. All of a sudden, a feeling of being lost and helpless welled up within her; she had been away from her mother on plenty of occasions before, but this time, for some reason, she found herself particularly conscious of how alone she was, how little she could bring herself to do, and, most of all, how her stomach still yearned for more. “Mommy…?” she called out, as a child lost in a crowd might, though her tone was noticeably more impatient and demanding now, “Where’d you go?!”
      
      “Now, now, don’t get worried, my dear dimpled darling!” The call came from the kitchen again, and as Mommy emerged from the doorway once more she was followed by a parade of platters, borne through the air by violet auras of psychic power, and each one carried sweet pastries and confections, each that appeared more extravagant and delectable than the last. “You didn’t think I was going to serve you dinner without dessert, did you?” she asked teasingly, sticking out her tongue, “What kind of mother would I be then?”
      
      The Kirlia almost felt like she was on the verge of melting merely at the sight of this seemingly never-ending feast which was marching out toward her, the empty plates floating away to make room for the new. With her hunger and burning desire taking hold of her mind first and foremost, she found herself unconsciously making a commotion as she eagerly awaited this second course, wriggling impatiently in her seat and reaching desperately for anything that was close with her flabby arms. She grunted and whined as she stretched her hands toward a plate of donuts, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t quite get enough of a grasp, fingers only brushing against the edge. “Mommy!” she exclaimed, dragging out the two syllables for as long as possible while banging her fists against the table, her eyes watery as she gazed at her mother, “I can’t reach anything!”
      
      “Ah my precious tubby girl,” Mommy replied, shaking her head with her hands on her hips, “you seem to have bitten off more than you can chew! Are you really sure you can take so much more?”
      
      “I do! I do want to eat more, Mommy!” Kurli cried desperately, hungrily, flailing her doughy arms in the air. “Please, I…I need some help!” She gazed up at her mother with the most pleading of pouts, pale face framed by emerald bangs and bloated cheeks.
      
      “Oh alright, who am I to deny you your pleasures, after all? Here, allow me to be more direct-” The Gardevoir sat down on what little remained of the bench, straddling it with her thick thighs so that she could be facing her daughter directly, her belly and bosom mashed against the enormous, green-clad bulk. “Let’s clean you up a little first,” she murmured, taking a napkin and dabbing it at the mess which covered the Kirlia’s cheeks and neck, “I know sweet babies like you always look so precious like this, but we don’t want this grease mixing in with all the sugars and sweets!”
      
      Kurli retained a dignified poise (so to speak, given her current state), remaining completely still while this transpired, though it felt puzzling to her, in a way, to be doted upon so thoroughly, and yet still comforting, just to have all of her cares and worries eased away, all while within her mother’s warm embrace. Without having to focus upon the efforts of moving her body, she could become acutely aware of the ambient processes within her, the vast layers of fat which cradled her form and the silky, padded surface of the onesie which caressed her skin, and the gurgling within her stomach as it processed untold quantities of fatty, greasy food. She didn’t have to worry about anything, she only had to eat and be comfortable, which was strangely reassuring.
      
      “Okay, here we go!” Mommy continued to hold a firm grip upon Kurli while she effortlessly picked up one of the donuts which she had so longingly been looking at. “Get ready for this!” She made the process of bringing the confection closer laboriously drawn out, however, idly turning it this way and that before finally allowing it close enough that she could take a bite out of it. The young girl wriggled lightly in pleasure while she ate, and the Gardevoir gave a low chuckle within her throat as she watched and continued to delicately stroke her overgrown physique, until it was time to move on to the next morsel.
      
      The consumption went on at a slower pace than it had throughout the dinner before, not that Kurli could muster enough motivation to take notice of this, too concerned with the pleasing warmth which overcame her senses. All that she needed to know right now was that she could open her mouth and she would receive delicious food, and with a little mastication it would be devoured and swallowed, adding to her ever burgeoning mass. She felt as if she were steadily sinking deeper and deeper into a beanbag chair, albeit one that completely enveloped her entire being, just as the bench beneath her was gradually sagging under her increased weight.
      
      “My oh my, you truly are growing big,” Mommy chided softly in her ear, simultaneously feeding an éclair to her and rubbing one hand along the sloping curve that made up her back, squeezing bloated folds all the way down to the enormous padded rump, “and oh so eager to eat! You’re going to have a hard time doing much more than that if you keep this up!” Though she giggled as she leaned in even closer and whispered, “But that’s just fine; that’s just the sort of thing that babies do.”
      
      The Kirlia could only let out a prolonged, muffled groan of approval as she continued to consume, ever yearning for more. To do nothing but eat? It didn’t sound like it would be too bad to indulge in for a time. The thought of dancing seemed so far away now, buried beneath an ocean of tender sweets and an untold volume of pounds which comprised her body, and at the moment the strongest urge she felt was to continue adding to that mass.
      
      The room became filled with soft playful coos that Mommy murmured to her daughter, cheering her on to continue the feast, which she did without the slightest hint of disinterest. The air was also, however, filled with the sounds of creaking wood, the bench Kurli sat on practically lost beneath her bulk as her thighs covered nearly every inch of it and sagged over the sides, and the table was steadily being pushed away by the avalanche of fat that was her belly. All this was in addition to the rumbling of the girl’s stomach, churning away incessantly, becoming less frequent in its disturbances but louder in volume each time.
      
      “Alright, here we go, my cuddly Kurli,” Mommy announced as she cut out a hearty slice from a massive cake, decked in rich chocolate and vanilla with a rainbow of icing over its surface, “it’s time for the final course!”
      
      She opened her mouth in preparation for the incoming dessert, only to be faced with the obstruction of her own face. Try as she might to stretch her lips, her meaty jowls encroached upon her range of movement, even rising high enough to partially obscure her vision, and as a result the cake had to be forced in somewhat unceremoniously, adding to the smears of frosting and crumbs which had accrued once more on her cheeks in the process. In spite of this, and the fullness of her stomach packed to the brim, she still persevered, accepting the continued pieces of cake that were offered to her one by one. It was all so delicious, so mind-numbingly sweet, so tantalizing that she was scarcely aware of anything more than the tastes running over her tongue and down her throat while she-
      
      But then, all of a sudden, as she was chewing the final piece of the moist confection, the peace of the moment was interrupted, the lavish attention and care provided to her by her mother brought to a halt as, with a thunderous crash, the bench fell to pieces beneath her, shattered by her colossal girth. Despite this, Kurli herself was scarcely aware of much being different other than the abrupt end to her pampering, her body so heavily cushioned that she hardly felt anything when she landed. Mommy, however, gave a sharp yelp as she fell, only to come to a stop sprawled against her daughter’s ponderous bulk. The Kirlia, so small before, now utterly dwarfed her, making her seem as a twig compared to the vast green and white blob, and yet in spite of her growth she had regressed further, a young girl now far more akin to an infant.
      
      “Oh…oh my, that was…unexpected!” the Gardevoir idly mused, giving a genuine chuckle of amusement, shaken though she was as she pushed herself upward, in doing so sinking her palms deep into Kurli’s ponderous mass. “I apologize if I gave you a fright, darling, are you alright?”
      
      “I’m…I’m fine…Mommy…!” Even the simple task of speaking was a laborious affair for Kurli now, between the layers of fat which surrounded her jaws and throat and the interminable windedness which plagued her, but she found herself not thinking much on this detail; she felt that her mother would tell her that it was of no concern to a baby like her.
      
      “Oh goodness…just look at you!” The Gardevoir marveled as she managed to get a stable position upon her knees, and she steadily shifted so as to move around the stupendous green-clad mass, too much for her to take in from one single angle. “How truly grand you have become, Kurli! Words cannot describe how proud I am!” She hummed softly as she leaned in, pressing her head where warm belly met with cushy diaper and wrapped her hands as far as they could stretch – not even reaching halfway around the Kirlia’s circumference – and hugged the soft underside of her body, allowing herself to be partially engulfed in its bulk. “You have the best cuddle bottom I could ever hope to ask for,” she cooed quietly, sounding nearly ready to ease in and let slumber carry her away, but, alas, she still had business to attend to.
      
      “Well, after dinner and dessert, all that remains is to go to bed,” she announced plainly as she got to her feet once again, “but don’t worry about getting up – not that I’d expect you to be able to-” She laughed gently to herself. “-Mommy can handle this, too.” Still keeping her hands latched around Kurli’s body, she began to lift upward, a feat that seemed like it ought to have been impossible, but with a little psychic boost she was able to carry Kurli as effortlessly as any normal babe, even if her overflowing flesh was a bit unwieldy. The girl giggled joyously, albeit lethargically with exhaustion starting to catch up to her, and perhaps tried to gleefully wave her arms and legs as she was effortlessly carried through the air, but even without the burden of gravity this was almost impossible to her now, her impossibly engorged limbs scarcely capable of more than a weak wiggling. It mattered not, ultimately, as she didn’t need to bother with any of those oh-so-complex thoughts and motions, only needing to subsist on the simplest and most impulsive of emotional urges.
      
      Eventually Mommy brought Kurli to her bedroom and set her down upon a small mountain of pillows and plush animals, very nearly as voluminous as she was herself, and as she sank into it she was enveloped with a further layer of softness, on top of the overflowing fat and the gentle caress of her onesie. The feeling of practically being enveloped by a cloud only served to further highlight how heavenly the entire experience was, leaving her to be washed away in the comfort which surrounded her, assured that her mother would take care of any further needs which she might have.
      
      “Mommy has one last little treat for you, dear,” the Gardevoir announced cheerily as she approached, carrying with her an enormous bottle filled with milk, “just to help you go off to dream land!” She placed the bottle upon Kurli’s chest, directing the nozzle toward her mouth so that she could latch onto it and begin suckling – she didn’t need to make use of her hands to hold it in place, as it remained neatly resting within the folds of her form. “You’ve earned this rest, my precious baby girl,” she whispered as she leaned over and took the opportunity to give her daughter’s one final parting snuggle for the night, squeezing her overgrown stomach, and placed a kiss upon her swollen cheek, “and before you know it you’re going to have a big breakfast to look forward to!”
      
      There was a dull gurgling within the depths of Kurli, vague acknowledgement of Mommy’s words and reciprocation of her affection, but she remained focused on drinking first and foremost while the Gardevoir stood and walked away, turning the lights of the room down low for her. As the warm, sweet fluid flowed down her throat, the last remaining drops of mobility which her body could afford to muster were summarily dried up, leaving her arms as bloated extensions of her shoulders which limply hung at her sides and her legs only capable of serving as a platform for her gut to rest upon. She barely resembled her old self any longer, or even any typical bipedal shape, reduced to little more than a sprawling lump of flab contained within her green clothes, width outstripping her height with superfluous extremities just barely poking out from the central mass. At this point she almost couldn’t even remember the Kirlia of a couple hours ago who had so eagerly trained to dance, now only concerned with indulgence and being doted upon at every possible moment, to be inundated by the love of her mother and her oh-so-delectable cooking. Even before her eyes closed, she felt perfectly content; she didn’t need to be asleep to be in the greatest dream she could hope for.
      
      And so she allowed herself to sink into the deepest depths of her being and the cushions which surrounded her. She didn’t need to move, she didn’t need to worry, and she didn’t need to think. She only needed to eat, drink, and wear her onesie. She truly had become a big baby.