Big Bertha

*Urp-GUUUUUUUUUORP!*

"Ahahaha! O-Oh dear, that was far louder than intended! Ahahaha..."

Staff and customers of the Malasada shop alike gawked at Bertha, with subtle differences in the way their eyes bulged and mouths hung open indicating emotions ranging from awe, horror, disgust, arousal, and confusion as to how such a small, sweet old lady could belt out a belch on par with the foulest poison types. But the elderly Elite Four member was hardly bothered by all the staring: she sighed happily and sank back in her chair before gently rubbing and patting her overengorged orb of a gut, which gurgled and churned loudly enough for everyone present to hear. It was at least the size of a Golem thanks to being packed with over a hundred malasadas and had rounded out to the point that it was squeezing gently against her table.

"Um... excuse me, ma'am?"

Bertha turned to face a slim, dark-skinned waitress and her Oranguru companion, the latter of which was wide-eyed with wonder as he beheld the spherical form of her belly while the former did her best not to stare.

"Yes, dearie?"

"You... wouldn't happen to want any more, would you?"

The waitress gestured down to a basket her Oranguru was carrying, which had a few more of those delicious Alolan pastries in it. Bertha had to admit that it was tempting: the soft, yet crisp texture, their toasty, sugary sweetness, and that delicious gooey Pinap Berry jelly filling in the center...

*Shlurk-GURGLGLGLGLOOOORP*

Bertha's mouth watered, but her stomach warned against pushing her luck with an angry, liquidy growl. It felt as tight as a drum, and was incredibly firm from the pressure of all the pastries stuffed inside of her. If she ate so much as a single crumb more, she'd go from full-to-bursting to... well, actually bursting.

"Ahahaha! No thank you, youngster." Bertha refused with a dainty giggle, "I'm quite stuffed, as you can see."

The elderly trainer gave her gut a hearty smack while the waitress sighed with relief.

"Oh thank goodness! I was a bit worried you'd... well..."

"Pop?" Bertha asked, smiling coyly.

"Well, uh... yeah." The waitress admitted while the older woman giggled again.

"Ahahaha! Honestly child, I was a bit worried about that myself. I never intended to eat anywhere near this much, but..." she licked her lips and sighed wistfully, "Well, I'm not used to eating food this delicious back in Sinnoh! Just one bite, and it's as if I were under the thrall of a Hypno, mindlessly stuffing my face with basket after basket of malasadas!"

"Our cooking has that effect on a lot of foreigners," the waitress laughed, "You're not the first tourist to waddle out of here as bloated as a Snorlax."

Bertha's cheeks flushed a light pink as she laughed shamefully, a bit embarrassed by that mental image even if she knew there was truth to it. She gave a tiny, dainty belch and checked the clock hanging from the wall, which read 1:37. "Oh my, speaking of which? I'll have to waddle over to the Battle Dome real soon, I'm participating in today's Battle Royal, don't you know!"

"I assume you'll need help getting up, right?"

Bertha chuckled again, blushing even pinker at her query. "Indeed I do, deary. So sorry to have to trouble you like this..."

"Oh there's no need to apologize! Guru, would you mind giving the nice lady some help?"

The Oranguru nodded and stretched out his palms, which began radiating purple psychic energy while a similarly colored aura enveloped Bertha. With a few fluid hand gestures, the intelligent simian gently lifted Bertha into the air and set her feet first onto the ground. But as smooth as it was, the impact of Bertha's landing was enough to jostle her bloated stomach a bit, causing it to noisily slosh it's contents around before another noisy belch exploded forth from the pit of her gut.

*URRRRRAAAAAP!* "Ahahaha, excuse me!"

"You're excused, ma'am," The waitress replied with a chuckle, "So, are you also going to need help getting to the Dome as well? My Mudsdale would be more than happy to give you a lift!"

Bertha put a finger to her chin as she contemplated her question before shaking her head. "Thank you for the offer, but I think I'll just walk. At my age I need all the exercise I can get! And besides..." she smiled down at her engorged middle and rested her hands on it, "It ought to help give me a head start in losing the weight I've most certainly gained from eating so much..."

Bertha's reached into her coat pocket and rummaged through it's contents, "Anyway dearie, this restaurant is simply wonderful! The service, the atmosphere, the cooking..."

Bertha's stomach growled loudly to emphasize the last bit.

"It all puts the Seven Stars back home to shame! And if you're putting a five star restaraunt to shame... well, you deserve better payment than a few Pokedollars, yes?"

Bertha clasped her hand around a sharp object and produced a shiny blue comet shard from her jacket, causing the waitress and her Oranguru alike to stagger backwards in shock.

"Oh my goodness! I..." She caught her breath and shook her head. "I can't accept this."

"You can, and you will," Bertha scolded gently as she took a step forward with her hand outstretched, "I took a part time job as a waitress when I was your age, so I know what I'm talking about when I say that you aren't paid nearly enough!" The waitress sheepishly accepted the jewel, and gave a shocked "Oh my goodness!" when Bertha produced several more comet shards from the same pocket. "And here's a little something for the rest of the staff, too."

"A-Are you sure you're okay, just giving all this to us?"

"Indeed I am! In between my job as an Elite Four member back home and all the treasure I mined from our Underground in my youth, I have plenty of money to spare! A bit too much, in fact..."

Bertha glanced back at the clock which was now at 1:40, giving her twenty minutes to get to the Battle Dome. "Anyway dearie, I've got to get going. Thank you so much for your service! Once I've let my food settle, I might just pay this place another visit before going home..."

*UOOOORRRRRRRGGGGLE...*

Bertha and the waitress laughed uproariously at the deep, bellowing roar of the old woman's stomach, unable to tell if it was a gluttonous growl of anticipation or a rumbling plea for her not to overdo it.

"Well then, thank you for your patronage! I hope to see you again!"

"Me too, dearie!"

And so, Bertha waddled out of the restaurant, her stomach wobbling and gurgling with every step as she made her way to the enormous Battle Dome. As she walked, she marveled at the way the fabric of her black dress was able to accommodate the size of her swollen middle and was surprised that it didn't outright tear or burst at the seams.

'Ha ha, the tailor wasn't kidding when she said that Mothim silk was built to last...'