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Every day starts with the most humble beginnings, even the most bizarre ones.

PING! The equally cut golden slices of bread launched from the recoiling metal from within the toaster, landing back down within the device, protruding more in length than it previously sat.

The Sylveon's hands plucked each slice, quickly depositing it onto the plate that sat nearby like clockwork. She then extended her left arm out to the Espeon standing next to her, waiting for the usual buttering knife, caked and dripping with butter to be firmly placed within her washed palms. Though today it took longer than usual, Claire nudged her sister with her arm, she wasn't bothered to properly poke her on the shoulder, of course, it was too early in the morning to bother, the night was only dying in the cold winter's sky and their newfound maturity decided that this was the last day of being within the education system. Best to save that energy in case she's pulled up to perform a part of the exit ceremony.

Claire's arm recoiled from her sister's, who was still spreading her toast, which ejected mere minutes ago, usually setting up breakfast was a wordless effort, yet Claire believed that her demand for the knife wasn't clear enough...

"Hey, could you hurry up and pass the knife? Before my toast goes cold..." She managed to muster the usual morning grouchiness and scratchy voice, utilizing her right eye to attempt to wipe away any sleep that still resided within her eyes.

"One sec..." The psychic sister replied with a corresponding attitude, heedlessly dolloping more of the soft condiment onto the oily, lukewarm surface. She slowly motioned her arm in large circles, spreading the butter out in high hopes to cover as much of the slice as possible.

There, an opening. Claire thought to herself, desperate to purloin the butterknife, mid-spread. Her feelers were great for tickling, that's what her friends and sister stated anyway. The ribbon that sprouted from her necktie reached into the armpit of the cat, slowly writhing around, awaiting the first giggle to attempt a snatch.

"Tee hee..." The pink, double-headed tail began to waggle, eyes shut in a tired giggle, the firm hand coiling around the blunt steel object loosened, Claire darted in to pluck the knife from her sister's clutches.

"I'll be taking that!" Claire assertively stated, picking up the butter and placing it close to her plate.

"Honestly, Amelia. You've got way too much butter on that! It's barely even melting you've got so much!" Claire prudently commented, removing a thin layer of butter, and spreading it on the warm breaded surface.

"I don't!" Amelia exclaimed, pouting. "I might've added a little extra but we both deserve it don't we?" She added, only to be denied by Claire's dismissive head-shaking.

"I swear Amelia, you'll get fat! Would be ironic for the track team leader." Claire spoke with a slight jest, her sister had already taken a seat at the small table nearby, filling the closest of the two seats.

"Oh! That's right! I need to do the passing of the torch for Lola!" Amelia halted mid-chomp into the wheaty substance to briefly change the topic, sucking the oily juices as a result of the now melted butter.

"You didn't do that yesterday? I thought the passing occurred the day before the elder's ceremony?" Claire queried, nibbling at the edges of her slabs of toast. "We'll be there all day, or so Primrose's parents informed me..."

"You're... joking right?" Amelia worriedly inquired, only after gulping down the first slice of bread and shifting onto the next, oil refracting from the unshaded light hovering above them, Amelia fretfully awaiting the reply from her older sister.

"Do you think I'm much of a 'jokey' Pokemon, Amelia?" Claire bluntly quenched Amelia's thirst for an answer, sparking her to hastily scoff down the remainder of breakfast and charge directly into the bedroom, a multitude of crumbs, small and large lurched out of her mouth, colliding with the recently cleaned oak flooring, trailing into the only bedroom that was used within the small cottage the two resided in. Claire stifled a chuckle with her second slice as she spectated what was unraveling before her. The time to mope and complain comes later She thought positively to herself. Today should be one of the happiest days of our lives, I'll make an attempt to enjoy it while the calm lasts. finishing that thought with a small swig of coffee she made earlier in the morning before her sister awoke, the bitter taste of the blend she used was a great kickstart to the day, though it tasted better while warm... Nothing comes before family, of course. If two sisters could even be considered a "family" anyway

...

As such every morning, Claire viewed her uniform in the mirror to ensure the minimal amount of any improper display while out in public. Her blue and white skirt woven in a unique tartan design stretched to the tip of her knees, the unique coloring showed that she was a dignified member of the academy, with the white tartan emphasizing her ability to go higher than what the system laid out, awarded at ceremonies when students were eligible to be promoted up a year, based on age and effort placed in during work hours, her sister wore a similar skirt, but with the tartan in red instead. Being a part of the academy's frontline sports leaders does net some handy bonuses, after all. She preferred to choose the white-colored blouses over the black, blending in with the lighter palette of fur that her species was known for and providing a place to tuck any stray ribbons into, formality was highly encouraged, any Pokemon who couldn't hide any protruding anatomy of their species within clothing were more often than not, punished. With the final item of clothing to create a 'studious posture' as the academy enjoyed phrasing, it was the mandatory tie, the primary divider between every year group. The top year was supplied with a silky purple tie, which fit snugly around Claire's neck, not too loose that it could unnoticeably plummet and not too tight that it felt like it was strangling her. After deftly dressing, Claire covers her exposed legs by tucking them into a pair of tights, matching the color of her shirt.

After completing the morning routine, Claire returned to the dining area near the front door and slipped on her recently shined black shoes with a minimal heel at the back. Though this time it was without her sister, who darted out the door leaving it swinging open, the pink tote bag which previously rested on the sharp metallic hat stand that stood near the door was nowhere to be seen, yet the two flasks of orange and grey that Claire filled with a soup created of various common berries found around the area were still sitting where she last placed them. In the panicked rush that Amelia was dealing with, for the first time in years she had forgotten something that her sister had to lug around until she could play catch-up.

"Hey, Claire? Are you in there?" A new, yet familiar voice called into what seemed like a vacant home, "I saw Amelia bolt out the door but she went out of sight before I could catch up to her..." Primrose, like usual. Loitering outside of the cottage every 8 am, even on weekends.

"Morning, Primrose!" Claire emerged from the house, waving after tucking the warm flasks in between her legs, removing the house key, accompanied by a floral keychain from her pocket. Though her words didn't hide it too well, Claire attempted to hide her discomfit with the current situation. "Yeah, she forgot about the passing of the torch and in doing so has forgotten to take everything apart from her bag with her."

"Heads in the clouds as usual then?" Primrose retorted, eliciting a slight chuckle from Claire who just finished locking up, sliding the flasks from between her thighs, coiling her arms around them.

"More on the track if I'd hazard a guess." Claire corrected, the two starting to walk together into the adjacent forest trail which acted as a buffer zone between the academy and the small town of Minurbia on the eastern axis of Shinovo, tucked in on a large landmass protruding from the now dormant volcano. Known for its exquisite baking scene and most of all, sports teams. Its volcanic soil is great for agriculture, which converted it into a small superpower on the island.

"Didn't Amelia apply for that olypac team thing?" Primrose quizzed while they strolled down the busy trail, packed with fellow students on their daily commute to the academy. Chatter resonated through the woods, bounding from tree to tree, in and out of the diverse crowd of Pokemon, all living together in a massive community in relative harmony.

"It's pronounced 'Olympic' for a start." Primrose shrugged off Claire's clarification, "And I still haven't heard back from them, she got the qualification added to her civilian record but they haven't contacted back in a fortnight."

"You should press further!" Primrose suggested, Claire silently agreed with a nod. "You're kinda like a mother to her!"

"I act like one I suppose. The mother she never got to have was filled in by me. Always wanted to be one at some point but children act like demons most times..." Claire spoke with a listless sigh, shaking her head and facing the ground, focusing only on walking for a few brief moments after she spoke. "Guess that's why Dunkelstark rags on us the whole time. Baffles me why she's an academic headmistress, honestly!"

Primrose capitalized on the mention of the infamous headmistress. "Speaking of the Deabreon, she paid a visit to our bakery the other day, and managed to eavesdrop a little, she said something about 'adding my favorite magic to the cake' in-between threatening pops." Claire perked up to Primrose's words, tilting her head in a mix of confusion and interest.

"So that means something is going to go down today?" Claire asked every predator to use a unique method to hunt down their prey, although whenever Dunkelstark made her 'punishments' public, it was usually a spectacle for a typical onlooker.

"Definitely," Primrose confirmed with an affirming head shake. Seems as if today would be more exciting than anticipated!

"You also mentioned her threatening your pops? The nicest man on Shinovo- heck, the entire archipelago? I swear, he should get onto hiring a protector who can take out dark types with ease. They're all the rage these days!" Claire frowned, although she was a fairy type herself, that line of work was only stored in the back of her mind, with everything else that didn't concern, of course.

"You're a fairy type... You should go and inquire!" Primrose fired another suggestion at Claire, who prompted her hands in a downward motion since some students already picked up on the conversation.

"I am but I can't fight!" Claire rebutted in a quieter tone. "I only know a few weaker moves, for self-defense!"

"You could always learn! I myself know a few powerful moves so if someone messes with me, they'll regret it!" Primrose spoke in a mightier tone, botching Claire's plea.

"Good for you," Claire commented half-heartedly. "I'm just not cut out for fighting, but I might take up that offer if you have one of those ancient disc things to speed up the process."

"You mean Technical Machines? Those things are rare y'know!" Primrose exclaimed with a quivering finger. "...but we do have a couple if I recall..."

"I'll give it a go but I doubt I'll be able to put any moves you do have to good use," Claire mentioned sourly, the growing light peering through the flora signified the close end of the trail, the morning sky filling the exit that the swarm of students was approaching.

"You've got the ceremony to mull it over, feel free to pop on over to the bakery once we've been dismissed," Primrose explained in the best reassuring tone she could muster, seemingly placing Claire in a calmer mood.

"Like clockwork." Claire beamed accompanying a giggle.

...

The two emerged into a large area, guarded by a large concrete wall, metal bars complete with spiked tips that protruded from the smooth cemented surface pointing upwards. The wall ran around the perimeter, ending at two large gates at the front, transforming the dirt path into a tar pavement with narrow stone lining both sides. The metal sheet used for the entrance gates was peering through small cracks within the black paint. The rings used to slowly creak them open and shut were thoroughly corroded, showing an unappealing brown tint.

Behind the gates was the academy, the outside showcased a similar appearance to the gates, though the grey paint that peeled from the outer walls was often quickly rectified with another layer, hastily slathered onto wherever it was required. It towered over all of the students, with the headmistress' office at the peak of the building, carved with a large oval in that area allowing whoever resided to look down on the number of students flooding into the yard, filled with copper busts of the headmistress herself. The Umbreon, stood as tall and as menacing as the real deal, the potbelly she was infamous for was proudly displayed peeking from her hoodless cloak. some students would theorize her eyes would move to spook the masses into believing that big sister keeps an eye out at all times.

Primrose and Claire sauntered into the packed grounds, searching for Amelia, who was a few minutes earlier than usual. Loud cheering came within an earshot of the two, eastbound. They turned to witness the psychic cat emerge from the ecstatic crowd.

Amelia raised her head and beamed, "All done big sis!"

"Great!" Claire greeted me with a warm smile, primarily sourced from what she was planning on doing next. "You forgot your soup at home, luckily your big sister managed to pick it up for you!" She announced as loud as she could, passing the orange flask to her breathless sister. Amelia stifled her embarrassment with a chuckle, snatching her flask from Claire.

"Thanks, sis!" Were the last words spoken within the bizarrely positive atmosphere before...

BANG!

With a slam, the entrance to the academy building swung open, instantaneously silencing the entire crowd when they saw the towering Umbreon step out into the morning sun, glaring out into the open yard, every student simultaneously turned to bow down to her.

"Did I hear noises of joy? Happiness?" Dunkelstark demanded the sea of silence without an answer. "That's not how successful and the most studious pupils act!"

Dunkelstark tapped a damp, blue crescent horn on her left palm, she looked slightly more bloated than the last time she spectated the bulk of students leave the previous evening, then pointed it into the cream corridor behind her.

"Elders enter first today for the elders' ceremony!" She barked, taking a step to the left. "Enter two by two as usual!"

The flock of younger years stood back to allow the elder year to pass without issue, congregating at the front of the building and entering in pairs of two, all attempting to march in sync to please Dunkelstark. Amelia tagged along with a solo classmate without a partner while Claire and Primrose stayed back to be 'courteous' to the other students, securing a backseat within the assembly hall, better to be in a place where Dunkelstark isn't in your face. As the two marched up the stairs into the school, Claire caught the headmistress licking Primrose in the side of her head as they passed by.

"Still absolutely delectable, Becker!" She remarked with a hungry smile, Claire flashed an unnerving look towards Primrose, who cocked her head closer to Claire's after they left her sight.

"It's a long story..." Primrose whispered, wiping away the saliva placed on her head.

...

The gathering of elders was tightly packed into the assembly hall, Pokémon practically had no wriggle room, shoulders bumped constantly and the area was eerily silent for such a gathering, the only time anything audible was heard was through weak coughs and the squeaks from the rickety wooden chairs that made up a large portion of the hall. Art on the walls showcased the Dunkelstark family, in their hideous glory throughout their rule within the academy compound. On the speaker's podium sat the usual table where assembly scripts were read and projected throughout the hall thanks to the recently discovered microphone and speakers, used commonly during human times for similar purposes. Though this time, there was a new addition to the podium. Sitting just below a golden bust of the current Dunkelstark, sat an ordinary steel stool, which was never sighted before, yet the room only questioned within their minds, the only place 'loud' was allowed.

After a few minutes passed, Dunkelstark charged up the countless allies, not even bothering to point out the smallest discrepancies within the student's behavior while she did so, her boots creating loud creaks on the weak wooden floor.

"Good morning my elders! Today must be an exciting day for all of you!" Dunkelstark spoke with a greasy grin to the silent auditorium, standing firmly behind the speaker's podium.

"Today is the final day you will ever be within the academy doors, this is the day you will become fully-fledged members of our society! The new adults will populate our streets, stores, and facilities! Some of you may have chosen to stay behind to train as a teacher within these walls!" Dunkelstark equipped her with reading classes and cleared her throat.

"Some of you may have already noticed to the absence of your fellow elders: Koji, Edward, and Clara! They will not be graduating today as they violated the school code and have been dealt with appropriately and will be attending this session as pudge on my belly, isn't that right, you three?" gwwwwglll... Dunkelstark's belly responded to her tease and petting as she spoke, her tongue slid out of her mouth as she thought of her previous meal with extreme delight, without a care in the world to any silent judgment the other elders may have, although they grew accustomed to the fate of the rulebreakers.

"I'd like to end this preface by announcing that your graduation has been accounted for on your citizen ID! Check in with the citizenship office in Minurba after you've all been dismissed." She continued with the script as planned, licking her finger before flicking to the next page within her script.

"Did you know that it was my birthday earlier this week? Tuesday to be exact." The clueless crowd didn't want to respond, none of them bothered to wish her a happy birthday and didn't even query the different nail polish she wore that day.

"I don't hang up those ridiculous banners or place balloons all over the place. 'Birthday parties' are the stupidest things ever conceived. The only birthday tradition that should exist... is the devouring of cake for the birthday boy or girl. Right?"

Dunkelstark cleared her throat and continued, "Well someone took that away from me, one slice of my lovely birthday cake which I specifically ordered from Miss Becker's father already had someone's dirty little fingerprints all over it! I have an inkling it was one of you in this room..."

The window next to the speaker's podium suddenly slid open, with a Rookidee flailing its wings inside to find the right shoulder of his owner.

"Ah, hello there little Rookidee." Dunkelstark slowly ran a hand down the back of him. "Say, do you know who took a bite from my fantasmal birthday cake?" On the request of information from his owner, the tiny bird tilted his head up and began to chirp quietly into her ear.

"Oooh~"

"I would've never guessed..."

"That's very interesting, my feathered friend. Would you mind telling that to everyone here?" On that command, he fluttered down onto the podium, positioning himself in the area where he could speak into the microphone...

"Squak! It was Amelia Flamindia! She had the dark frosting all around her mouth when I spotted her leave! Squak!! he dictated to the crowd, who all turned to Amelia with a shocked expression, except for Claire, who watched in disappointment. The Rookidee returned to roost on Dunkelstark's shoulders.

"Well then, our Track Team president! Would you like to settle down on this lovely stool?" Dunkelstark offered with a vitriolic tone, Amelia squeezed out from her row within the middle, dawdling up to the podium and taking a seat.

"You know, I have a tongue for psychic types, and I could just devour you like most of the others, but your sister back there..." Dunkelstark pointed towards Claire, who was sitting with her arms folded and a furious look on her face. "I'm sure any reason for her to tear into me would end poorly for me, so I'm going to instead give you a treat! Sit there like a good girl for a second, okay?"

"Primrose, if you know where this is headed I'd highly suggest you speak up now." She whispered furiously into Primrose's ear, watching Amelia's mouth 'I'm sorry, sis' towards her.

"If I say anything, she'll eat me again!" Primrose retorted with a quieter whisper. Claire's eyes widened, it must have been a jest, nobody receives the banishment to the headmistress' giant melting pot and leaves to tell the tale, right? Though dwelling on what she meant wasn't the primary issue at hand...

wham!

The door on the left side of the hallway was seamlessly barged through by a small, metal food cart, holding ferrying a large plate secured by one of the many cloches found within the kitchen, the Audino wheeling the cart in was followed by Dunkelstark, who slithered through the doors as they swiftly slammed shut behind them. Rejoining an anxious Amelia.

The lid was slowly lifted to reveal an entire cake, a classic sponge cake, layered in pink icing complete with a large spurt of cream on the end of every equally cut slice facing outward. A Cheri berry was carefully dipped into each blot, the thorny green stalk protruded from the hole it created. The aroma from the cake filled the room the second the lid was lifted, dowsing everyone with an overt sweet sensation, though it affected Amelia the most, causing her to violently kick her legs in demand for the cake to be passed over to her.

"Well, here you go. Just for you~" Dunkelstark cooed into Amelia's ears, the words sank deep in her mind, it was almost hypnotic, a demand to begin scarfing down every last crumb of the cake.

Amelia began her work the second the plate collided with the speaker's podium, mindlessly cramming each slice down her gullet after another, the taste was exactly what she loved, tons of sweet fruit all crammed into a scrumptious icing, complete with the cream to soften the spice from the Cheri berry, which was crushed listlessly by Amelia's ravenous teeth, desperate to nibble on whatever it could.

"Good girl!" Dunkelstark applauded. "But devouring that cake means you've accepted the gauntlet! If you can cram every single slice of cake that I lay out for you, you will walk free with your sister! If you fail, however..." her tongue poked out of her mouth, curling to the roof and licking its entirety in one complete run, "I get to see what Espeon cake tastes like!"

"That damn witch... I know what she's up to..." Claire seethed under her breath, her eyes squinted in frustration. "And I don't like it one bit..."

"Then bring on the next one, I'm starving to see who'll win." Amelia grinned, utilizing her blouse to wipe away the frosting from her mouth.

"I like your arrogance!" Dunkelstark applauded with a holler. "I can't wait to see it vanish when you're drowning in my stomach acids~"

The food cart, which had previously departed to retrieve more cake barged back through the side doors, the cake was no longer hidden with a cloche, put on view for the entire commune to feast their eyes on.

Amelia raised the first slice of the second cake with a smirk, sliding it into her mouth and gulping down the entire slice, Claire couldn't help but facepalm as she did so.

Amelia effortlessly handled the second cake, and the third, and the fourth! As she was about to begin her fifth cake, Primrose spotted something slowly expanding out from the podium... "Hey Claire, do you see that?"

"I do, she's already eaten enough to make her belly expand, though she still has no issue with the cakes." Claire answered, returning her head to her palms, unable to watch Amelia complete the fifth "How am I going to convince her to lose all that weight if she beats this challenge?"

As the clock above the Dunkelstark bust ticked away, the number of cakes that Amelia had successfully gobbled increased, going up to the tens within a matter of minutes, her twenty-fifth went in at the one-hour mark. The fifties were broken an hour and a half later. Her belly expanded to the point where small items on the podium were getting pushed out of the way due to the ever-expanding belly, her clothes burst from the strain on the seams long ago, and nobody reacted to the now almost naked Espeon, her underwear being stressed to the limit! Amelia's face had vanished around the thirty mark, all that was heard in the still quiet auditorium were the belittling words leaking from Dunkelstark's mouth, the loud gobbling from Amelia, and the belly breaking down the cake at a snail's pace with the occasional door noises from the food cart being transferred in and out.

Amelia was now on her seventy-fourth cake, as she surpassed the sixties, Dunkelstark began to sweat a little, the room wasn't too humid, especially on a summer day like this... Amelia heeds no mind, although she had a constant stream of the treats being deposited into her mouth, she couldn't shake this feeling that she had to eat more, not because she was told so, she had that innate feeling from the first bite.

As she lifted the first slice of the seventy-fourth cake, she halted when it arrived at her mouth. She felt a massive pain within her stomach as it churned and melted the previous cakes, yet the food was only registering now, and it wasn't a lovely full feeling either...

"Oh? Have we reached the breaking point?" Dunkelstark questioned, leaning into Amelia, who was ready to burst into a flood of tears. That was until Claire decided to stand up out of her seat, the hall turned its entirety to her.

"YOU CAN DO IT AMELIA, I BELIEVE IN YOU!" Claire screamed in the most encouraging way she could, raising her left fist into the air and starting to chant:

"AMELIA! AMELIA! AMELIA!"

She was soon joined by Primrose to her left, then the Rhydon to her right, then her entire row.

"AMELIA! AMELIA! AMELIA!*

The chanting spread to the entire block of students, all risen from their seats, fists pumping in the air, and chanting Amelia's name.

" AMELIA! AMELIA! AMELIA!"

Now the entire hall was standing up and chanting her name, the encouragement from the crowd was ferocious, Dunkelstark watched speechless as Amelia returned the first slice to the plate...

Amelia lifted the entire plate into the air, tilting it so the cake would slide from the plate into her wide-open maw. Dunkelstark turned to Amelia, watching with the first bout of defeatism she ever felt within her life as Amelia plopped the plate onto the floor, listening to the crowd cheer once she performed one last hearty gulp!

"SILENCE!" Dunkelstark roared into the crowd, instantly regaining the silence that was previously retained, although the students chose to stay risen. "We're... we're... we're..."

Dunkelstark kicked the food cart in a bout of unbridled anger, ferociously screaming as she destroyed the skeleton of the heart.

"Okay... okay... I'm calm..." She took deep breaths, pointing to the two sisters. "I can admit to when I'm defeated. Though out of all the times..." She booted the cart one last time.

"Just get out of my face, permanently." She placed one hand in her face and pivoted the other towards the entrance. "Amelia and Claire Flamindia. You two are dismissed. Get the hell out of here. Don't let me catch you back on school premises, even if it's your descendants centuries from now!"

Claire bounded from the crowd, approaching Amelia. "You might wanna tuck into a ball for a few minutes..." She announced, Amelia quietly complied with a nod and formed herself into a ball as much as she possibly could. Claire used as much body weight as possible to begin rolling her sister out of the auditorium, and yet, with the help of a few fellow students, managed to roll her out into the schoolyard...

"Thanks for helping me out, guys." Claire bowed to the Sawk and Throh team that helped ease the burden, placing Amelia onto a wheelbarrow.

"Don't mention it. That was one hell of an elders ceremony." One of them responded, waving the Sylveon as she hauled the wheelbarrow into the dirty forest path in the early afternoon breeze.

...

"What to do with you?" Claire strutted across her bedroom, attempting not to look up at the gargantuan Espeon filling both sides of their bed, the woodwork bent down to the fatty epicenter, curving what originally was a rectangular bed. Claire felt the gaze of her engorged sister from among the shadow that was cast upon her. No matter what she tried, she couldn't escape the groans escaping her belly and the constant belches as a result. "I guess I should be thankful that my sister is home safe and all... yet I feel as if Dunkelstark took something from the both of us as we left that hall."

"Mmuh.. Sis?" Amelia spoke in a deeper tone than Claire had ever registered, provoking her to peek in her direction. "Do you think I'll stay like this... forever?"

"I won't sugarcoat my words since you've had more than enough to last a lifetime." Claire attempted a quip, failing the second it left her mouth, "You're going to most likely stay like that after you've digested all of that. Some will fatten your boobs, perhaps some will find a snuggly home within your ass, but most of it will stay there." Claire spoke, her voice breaking up while attempting to phrase it in a nice way as possible, although she promised not to. Claire felt Amelia's heart plummet, it devastated her to the point where the collapsed to her knees, A few confused tears wept from her eyes, being wiped away the second they jumped out. She fought back the burst of deflated air that was begging to be released with pursed lips.

Ding Dong!

The doorbell halted the moment, Claire wiped the final tear from her eyes and gazed up at Amelia, a disheartened smile appeared on her face.

"Don't you worry. Your big sister will make this all okay." Claire spoke as she pulled the bedroom doors open. "I promise."

...

"Oh, good afternoon Primrose, is the ceremony over already?" Claire greeted the smiling Braixen in front of the doorway, holding a plate sloppily covered in tinfoil, beige parts of what seemed to be cake were viewable within the gaps of the foil.

"Yeah, we were kinda let off the hook after Dunkelstark ended up destroying the speaker's podium in her fit of rage," Primrose responded with a smile.

"Heh. Feel free to come on in then. I need a break from stressing about Amelia." Claire motioned into the house, Primrose walked to the dining table, placing the plate in the middle.

"On that subject..." Primrose raised a finger and pivoted to Claire. "I brought this cake here because well... How do I put this?" She rubbed the back of her head...

"Well every single last cake your sister ate, was afflicted with a curse that'll drive her to constantly feed on anything sweet, that drive intensifies the more she's eaten..." Primrose shook her head with a sigh. "In short, you're sister will grow larger than the house unless we do something."

"Do you have any idea how we can fix her?" Claire spoke, leaning against the desk. "The last thing I'd want to see is her becoming an even bigger blob..."

"Yes!" Primose clasped her hands together, moving back towards the entrance. "If we hurry to my place, I'm sure pops will have a solution!"

Claire breathed a sigh of relief. "If he can't undo his curse, then I'd reckon nobody else can."

"Right. Let's hurry over there!" Primrose announced darting out of the door, into the afternoon sun.

"Hey! Wait for me!" Claire's yells echoed behind Primrose as her dash continued down the street.

...

"Hey... remember to take your shoes off when you go in alright?" Primrose turned to Claire, hand on the rear entrance to her home.

"I've been here countless times, Primrose." Claire chuckled. "I feel like I'd know the customs of your place.

"Yeah but you're entering the baking area itself! We... have different customs back here." Primrose responded, slowly placing pressure on the door handle.

"What... do you mean?" Claire spoke with a wince, placing her right hand atop Primrose's. Halting the pressure of the door.

"You've never really met my mom have you?" Primrose released her grasp from the door, looking directly into Claire's eyes.

"Wendy?" Claire tilted her head. "Her name is pretty much all I know..."

"Yeah." Primrose looked down. "Chances are you'll get to meet her, she doesn't come out to the counter that often, she does the cake decorations and such..."

"So? What's the problem?" Claire raised an eyebrow, a brief sigh escaped from Primrose's mouth.

"She's..." Primrose's eyes wander off. "A naturalist. She despises clothes and lives naked. The only person she doesn't mind with fabric on is pops because he needs it to stay in business..." Claire freezes briefly before Primrose continues. "So I'll need to tell you to take your clothes off..."

"...Excuse me?" Claire froze, a bright red blush flared onto her face. "A-a-are you serious?!"

"Unfortunately." Primrose sheepishly darted her eyes in uncertain directions, avoiding Claire's gaze.

Claire thought for a few seconds thoughts battling to take control of her mind, the blush still blistering to the touch. "If it helps dispel whatever's happening to Amelia..." Claire paused for a quick breath "Then I'll do it."

Primrose nodded silently, hastily placing pressure on the door handle and pushing the door open.

As Claire entered, a cornucopia of smells penetrated her nostrils. Pastries, berries, and icing all combined into one thick natural scent. It felt... homey, of course, this scent wasn't anything new, though the sheer strength of the smell had improved drastically. The door slid shut with an acute slam! drowned out by the steady humming of all the ovens that lined the kitchen transforming blank pastries into golden loaves of bread and cakes, all varying in size and shapes! Longer pointed cylinders of bread protruded out from a few ovens, some of the larger cakes grazed the top of the brick roofing.

"Take them off here," Primrose whispered to Primrose, quiet enough that they would go unheard, though load enough that the local Claire could hear. All any of them could hear were the shuffles and unbuttoning of their uniforms, sliding to the floor, and placing each respective article in the labeled cubbies next to the entrance.

"Whoa!" Primrose, whose naked form was completely untampered scanned Claire's. Disregarding her previous audio adjustments. "I never knew you got piercings!" The instant sighting was the four piercings on her breasts, two for each nipple, spaced mere centimeters away and could be mistaken as glued together by the naked eye, they shimmered in the reflection of the surrounding fiery glows and the bright electric lamp shining on any darkness that the fire couldn't cover. The last one she noticed moments later extruded from the tip of her crotch, her thighs covering it to an extent that nullified its glimmer. To say she looked like a teen oogling his first pair of tits, would be an understatement, the lust in her eyes was just looking like she was begging to get a good feel.

"That was... the exact reason why I was getting a little anxious about stripping." Claire gingerly squeezed her tighs together, further dulling the piercing between them. "I got them a year ago, I loved the idea of it, and they looked pretty too!"

"So that little rebellious side within you is sprouting then?" Primrose jested, nudging her right elbow with Claire's left. "They look really pretty!"

"Ehehe" Claire rubbed the back of Primrose's head, her blush further darkening into crimson. "Shall we go meet your mother then?"

"Oh sure, just follow me!" Primrose bounded off deeper into the bakery, Claire trailed closely behind.

The further they progressed, the more Claire's attention averted to Primrose's rump... It was unimpressive, to say the least, there was only slight padding on the rear and although the butt had a near-perfect bubble curve, it didn't extrude much further past Primrose's heel. That wasn't the reason why it caught Claire's attention. It was the way it jiggled in Primrose's stride, the black rear bounded up for a split second... then slammed right back down, colliding with the small padding on the upper thigh and instantaneously recoiling back to its original position. It seemed almost hypnotic...Claire couldn't take her gaze off it, until...

splurt!

Caire felt a bizarre tingle in her left nostril, only to feel a jettison of crimson blast onto her respective hand moments later, it wasn't much, a tiny puddle at the very least, the majority of the blast landed on her palm, slowly oozing to her fingers. Her gaze now successfully averted with the new circumstance, her head darted from left to right, searching for a sink...

Bingo. One on the right as they were approaching two wooden doors. One turned left, into the front entrance where freshly baked goods were displayed and more importantly, the front counter where Primrose's father usually resided. The other one continued directly forward, Claire had never seen what was behind, though curiosity almost led her to enquire. almost.

"Okay." Primrose halted at the intersection. "We should head forwar-"

skkrsh!

Claire quickly untightened the cold water tap, water blasting from the faucet. She dipped her bloodied hand into the almost waterfall-like flow, causing water to dart away all over the walls. Her hand quickly darted over to the vat of soap, dolloping on multiple presses from the dispenser, performing the usual hand-washing routine, rubbing her hand together, cleaning the claws, and in-between them.

"S-sorry." Claire's piped up anxiously, sloppily drying her hands and wiping away any remaining blood on her face. "It was a nosebleed..."

"Oh, that's okay," Primrose spoke, raising her right hand to stifle a laugh. "Anyway, I was saying that we're heading to the door in front of us."

Knock-knock... knock!

"Yes?" A voice called from behind the door. It was a new voice, sounding sweet, yet a little stark.

"It's Primrose, I have Claire with me..." Primrose spoke, no response was audible from the other side... "She's following the custom, don't worry."

... ... ...

"Come on in." The voice from the other side ordered although the voice sounded like it was on the other side of the room, the metallic lock on the door resonated a click! allowing it to be opened from the side that the two were waiting in.

The room itself was like a completely different room compared to the rest Claire had seen, surrounding the entire room excluding the only entryway into the room. Each table displayed rows of cakes, the right side of the room displayed incomplete cakes while the complete ones were displayed on the right, a large sign was hung on the midsection of the wall, reading: 'Don't touch, wet icing!' At one end of the section, sat Wendy, Primrose's mother. She sat hunched on a small circular stool next to a similar table, her body obscured any work that she was currently doing. Next to her sat a switch to the larger conveyer belt which hid behind the rows of complete cakes. The belt shifted cakes into a hole, depositing them at the front entrance ready to be displayed.

"Well then." Wendy raised from her assumedly uncomfortable opinion onto her feet, the stool scooting against the wooden floor as she did so. "You're Primrose's little friend I've heard so much about?"

"It's a pleasure to meet you at last madam!" Claire bowed in the presence of Wendy, who was quickly darting her eyes around Claire's body at an inhuman pace.

"I can tell from a glance that I'll be fond of you." A smirk appeared on Wendy's face as she slowly approached Claire. "You share a similar sentiment about the bodies of pokemon, you've expressed your art in the modern tradition of piercings. That's something I can appreciate."

Now that Claire placed more focus on the Delphox before her, she noticed the copious amounts of tattoos that littered her body. Some depicted fierce flames while a few others showcased the serene tides of the nearby lakes and scenes, copious amounts of exotic flowers and vines bound around the parts that weren't filled with either, as she leaned in, Claire noticed a smaller tattoo on her neck, a small, yet dynamic thunder-like pattern covered a small area of the right side. Above were numbers printed _ 23514425. _

lllip!

Without any prior warning, Wendy's tongue, blue in nature lolled from her maw, slowly caressing Claire's left cheek analytically. It left a trail of blue salvia as it reached the top of her forehead, licking off into the open air between her two ears, avoiding any of the levitating ribbons that decorated them.

"You taste sweet!" Wendy spoke, rubbing the trail from Claire's face. "My favorite flavor ~"

"Erm." Claire attempted to speak, only blurting out discombobulated hums, her entire body briefly locked up in paralysis. Wendy giggled as Claire attempted to find the words in her brain to respond.

"Primrose." Wendy shifted her attention to her daughter, standing attentively. "Is she related to the one who consumed the cursed cake?"

"Oh yeah!" Primrose lit up for a few seconds. "It's unfortunate, I didn't know Amelia of all pokemon would do something like that..." Her ears dropped with her mood, every single word sounding less enthused than the last.

"Right..." Wendy squinted her left eye. "Anyway, your father can enchant your bodies to disenchant the spell, I've not dabbled in the arcane enough to know spells that powerful."

"Wait. our bodies?" Claire's jaw opened ajar in a mix of amazement and shock.

"That's right." Wendy nodded. "Though it can only be cast on something that's glazed with my special icing!" She said with a now perked mood

"I've got a faint idea of what's going to happen..." Primrose nervously piped up, wiping a small amount of sweat from her brow.

"Don't think you're out of this, Primrose." The Delphox woman laughed. "I've wanted to design some fancy costumes for a while now, and with a healthy dose of fondant!" Wendy announced, digging through various cupboards beneath the tables, gathering various items that ended up scattered onto the floor.

"You mean, we're going to be the cakes?" Claire exclaimed, her jaw dropped in bewilderment at the revelation.

"You're an astute one." Wendy briefly paused in her rummaging to offhandedly comment on her guest's observation. She pulled out the final items she needed to start the process. Piping equipment, small boxes containing fondant, neatly packaged containers filled with edible glitter, sprinkles, toppers, and other decorations were tossed out from the cupboard, sliding with a skin-crawling screeeaaaaach! stopping a few centimeters short of Claire and Primrose. Wendy dusted her hands. "Time to get started! I'd recommend you don't make any sudden movements..."

...

"Voila! I have finished!" Wendy declared after hours of blood, sweat, tears, and a massive pile of empty equipment laying behind her. She stared at her creation, two dresses made entirely out of fondant, coated the bodies of Claire and Primrose.

Claire's dress was primarily comprised of pink icing mixed with white for certain parts of her clothing, pink and white alternated for each wave of 'fabric' comprising her frilly skirt, the bulk of her sailor shirt was white made up of pink fondant buttons, the collar, pink with white horizontal stripes, the bows on her head were sugar-coated-in matching icing, her legs were slathered in white and pink striped stockings that stretched up to her thighs, at the top, were smaller bows made from fondant. Primrose was dressed in the same 'clothing', although the pinks were swapped to a baby blue, the bows placed on her head and stockings, out of fondant and placed as precise to Claire's head as Wendy could possibly get the colors inverted to fit with Primrose's color scheme.

"Hey, Claire!" Primrose waved in front of the Sylveon's eyes, garnering her attention. "Look at us! It's like we're part of the cheerleading team!"

"I like it." Claire absently responded. "Although the only person I like to cheer on is my sister... I'll be doing a lot of that trying to make her fit again."

"Oooooh! Make her get some nice toned abs..." Primrose spoke flustered, drool barely missing her skirt and hitting the floor. Wendy took the time to silently excuse herself from the room, Primerose continued, "Paired with those glutes, she'd be a hot item!"

Claire's shot a queer look at Primrose "Tone down that thirst before I shove you into the river in order to quench it!" She giggled. "I know you're into girls but sheesh, don't think Amelia swings that way..."

"Hey, don't bash something you've never tried!" Primrose argued, frowning. "Never seen you kiss a girl."

"Haven't seen you kiss one either, just lust after a bunch of them." Claire retorted, grinning with her left palm on her face. "Where we'd be without each other..."

"Fair enough, but you owe me one after this!" Primrose waggled her index finger as she spoke, a smug grin replaced her frown.

"Obviously, favors have been back and forth through the years." Claire shrugged. "Honestly don't know why you're bringing that up."

"Because..." Primrose puckered her lips and motioned a finger at it. "I want to try something with you!"

"You bitch." Claire riposted, a chuckle escaped her mouth, and the blush returned to her face. "Fine. O-only once you fulfill your part of the deal."

Creaaaaaaak...

The door swung open, Wendy returned with another Delphox entering behind her. He was an older man, his arms appeared slightly frail, his well-groomed and trimmed dress covered his legs with only the feet poking out from beneath, and the colors were a deeper red throughout his body, looking more like maroon than red. He just slightly beat Primrose's height, still dwarfing the duo.

"Well, I heard somebody's sister bit off more than they could chew, hm?" He quipped, everybody, including himself, chuckled. That familiar sense of humor, the closest thing that Claire has ever experienced to a father in years.

"Hey, Old man." Claire warmly smiled. "You have been doing alright?"

"Well if being threatened by Dunkelstark to constantly bake cakes for her for barely any pay is 'alright' then yes, I've been doing just dandy!" He barked out a whine, shaking his head.

"As I keep telling you, hire a fairy!" Claire spoke in an almost demanding manner. "We're great at dealing with dark types like her!"

"As I've mentioned to Primrose, I can handle myself well enough. Please trust me on that." Pops rhythmically breathed, regaining composure. "I'm really strapped for time as it is so let's just magic you two up already!"

Primrose and Claire collectively nodded. Pops plucked out a short, yet thick wand from his dress pocket, lighting a fire on the end. He aimed it at the two, muttering random words incoherently, multiple specks of blue flares shot from his wand, hovering around Primrose and Claire. They danced around them for a minute, slowly closing in on them, Pops yelled, and the flames entered their bodies, feeling a new warmth within them.

"That dress will work well enough to make her consume you two whole." Pops forewarned, placing his stick back into his pocket. "It'll kick into effect once she digests you, it'll probably make her fast a while as well so only give her water." He advised, reaching into his opposite pocket, pulling out two yellow seeds, and passing one to each Pokemon. "That's a reviver seed. Eat it before she digests you and you'll reform a few hours later a short distance away from where you passed."

"Appreciate it, Pops!" Primrose showed her appreciation by carefully tucking the seed into her tail.

"Wouldn't want to lose my girl, nor her best friend." Pops winked, turning away to face the exit. Claire whispered into Primrose's ear, causing her to perk up, affirm with a nod, and burst out of the door below Pops' left arm.

"Wait a sec, Pops." Claire firmly gripped Pops' left arm. "She's getting to you, I can tell. I'd like to offer to help protect your store for the next time she comes in, I owe you one for this."

"I already men-" Pops paused mid-sentence, thinking for a few seconds. "One step at a time, Claire. Go help your sister, then come see me. We'll talk about that then."

Claire beamed. "Sure thing, old man." She placed a hard smack to his back, grinning. "Don't let her work those bones until there's nothing but dust, alright?"

"I'll try not to," Pops spoke, wiping sweat from his brow. "Hopefully you'll see the Pops you know and love once this kerfuffle is over with."

...

"A part of me doesn't want to open this door..." Claire exhaled, holding her right hand on the doorknob, a mere turn, and push away from her sister's bedroom. "She's turned into someone I barely recognize."

"So?!" Primrose raised a brow. "We can change her back, sure it won't be the same as before, but she'll still be your sister regardless. Plus I get the prey treatment, it's a win-win!"

"You're right." Claire sighed, turning the knob. "Let's go and see what the damage is now..."

With a slight push on the door, a pungent, yet sweet stench violated Primrose and Claire's noses. They cringed for a few seconds, adjusting to the smell. The two nodded in unison, sliding the rest of the door open. Inside the room, sat Amelia, much more engorged than when Claire last laid eyes on her, she had grown almost to the size of the room! The bed frame was crushed under her weight, the stuffing mixed with wood from the mattress leaked out from beneath her, and multiple pillows were placed behind her head, positioned so they couldn't slip, but also that it would keep her head secure and snug. Her breaths were guttural, almost like there were multiple other organisms living inside of her! Her fur was stained with different items of food from chip dust and flakes to soda and cake icing. The area surrounding her mouth was completely caked with icing that in her hunger-induced binge forgot to clean off. Her belly was a towering circle that appeared so mountainous that the two would have to scale it to reach her mouth, it extended and retracted with each breath, and sounds of growling and constant rumbling of digestion filled their ears, a small sample of their inexorable descent. On both sides were boxes, cans, bottles, and other storage devices for food, some were still full but the majority were empty. Claire didn't see any method they could have entered the room, apart from her wide-open window, releasing the alarming stench onto the street which was even worse on the inside.

"Sh...Shish?" Amelia called out, she spoke slowly, her wide open mouth revealing her unwashed teeth, particles of food wedged between each one. There was a lot of work to be done in the aftermath.

"Amelia?! How did you get all of this?!" Claire demanded with a bewildering display on her face. She hooked her fingers into Amelia's sticky fur and began to scale it. Primrose followed suit, reaching the top of the belly a few seconds after Claire.

"Doonkelshtahk... So kind..." Amelia spoke, belching in their faces in-between sentences.

"We can offer something even better than she ever could!" Claire retorted, Primrose spoke afterward, finishing the offer. "Us!"

Amelia took in a sniff of the two... Cake. That was all she could think of, finally, that burning, unrelenting hunger will be satisfied once more!

"Cake..." A pool of drool began to seep from her wide maw into her chest fur. "You schmell sho tayste..."

"Keep that gullet wide open, you apex predator!" Primrose commanded as she dived into Amelia's maw, effortlessly sliding down her throat. Amelia was so fat that Claire couldn't even see the bulge in her throat that visualized Primrose's journey down.

"Amelia," Claire said, shambling towards Amelia's mouth, now a tongue's distance away from her gullet. "I know you're still under there, under all that hunger-induced frenzy, under that curse. My sis-" Amelia's tongue darted out, mid-speech, wrapping around her sister like an Ekans constricting its prey. Her saliva already started to lick off some of the icing. Food doesn't get to talk back, after all.

Amelia's tongue retracted into her maw, bringing Claire with her. It unraveled her, only to utilize gravity against the poor Sylveon, the fleshy wall blocking any possible escape. Claire swallowed, seconds later allowing herself to be swallowed down her sister's esophagus. She felt herself plummeting for what felt like miles, all the while being felt up by the fleshy walls contracted around her. The deeper she descended, the more audible the groans and internal workings of Amelia's body were. It was comfortably warm inside, she felt like she could fall asleep until...

boomf!

Claire landed face-first into a breaded surface, her head pounded, ears pressing into the jam which split the top and the bottom. Something wrapped around her waist and slowly began tugging her out. The first thing she saw after she was yanked out was Primrose's face in between the storm of crumbs.

"Wasn't that awesome, Claire?!" Primrose exclaimed, Claire, turned her face away, trying not to get it hit with spit.

"Well at least we landed on some-" Her sentence was off-put by an even stronger, putrid smell violating her nose. "Oh, Arceus it smells even worse in here!" She placed her left index finger and thumb on her nose, covering both holes from smelling whatever it was making that stench.

"I know right?!" Primrose responded, taking a big whiff. "Smells like the scent of an apex predator."

"What?" Claire yelled, taking a step back. "How'd you know?"

"Well, remember when I said earlier that Dunkelstark ate me before?" Primrose asked. Claire thought for a few seconds, recalling that small comment from earlier.

"Oh yeah." She confirmed with a nod. "You never did tell me how she let you live."

"She made me 'please' her one day after I did... something I don't really remember." Primrose shoddily explained, frowning at her poor recollection.

"And so she gave you a reviver because you did so well?" Claire tilted her head. She never remembered a day where she didn't walk home with Primrose, so something as big as her lack of presence would have stuck out like a sore thumb.

"I was stuck in her stomach for the rest of the day, she spat me out since I did well in pleasing her and wanting to keep me around and whatnot." Primrose corrected with a sigh. She reached into her tail, plucking out the two reviver seeds that Pops had given them earlier.

"Oh right." Claire nodded, changing the subject to the seeds, snatching one from Primrose's right hand. "Wouldn't wanna be assfat for the rest of Amelia's existence. She's fat enough as is." She bluntly commented. The two inserted their seeds into their mouths simultaneously, gulping them down seamlessly.

Half of the cake broke away, sinking into the bubbling, boiling broth of stomach acids, leaving the two stranded on a small island inside the boiling walls of Amelia's stomach. The walls now closing in, the tides of the acid sea climbing up the height of the cake.

"Well, if you wanna do anything before we get digested..." Claire commented, feeling the wall of flesh pressing into her back. "Now's the chance."

"Well, you do owe me..." A wicked smirk appeared on Primrose's face, once more wrapping her arms around Claire, firmly gripping her. Her body's scent blocked out the otherwise unbearable stench of the belly. Primrose slowly pushed Claire down to the cakey floor.

"Has anyone told you how nice you smell?" Claire stammered, face blushing. She took a sniff of Primrose's upper chest fur. It smelled of that lovely homey smell of her family's bakery, mixed with the fondant and icing that still coated her fur.

Primrose pecked Claire on the cheek, and their blushes intensified, entering a deep embrace. Claire felt a tender feeling in her heart as Primrose's warm body made her body temperature warmer than sweating. Claire cocked her head towards Primrose, making their lips connect. Primrose was taken aback for a few seconds, especially in such a heat of the moment decision. The tide grew higher and higher, hearing the bubbling sea approaching as the two shared the moment together.

"That felt good, wouldn't expect you to be such a good kisser." Claire gasped, expecting her immediate impulse to wipe the kiss from her mouth, although it felt so warm, so new and so sensitive.

"Hey, now that I've done all that I want in this life, how about we dive into the next incarnation?!" Primrose requested, to Claire's surprise. The two were now peering over the edge of the cake. Staring right into the bubbling green pit of death. To say the least, Claire was anxious that Primrose's boisterous attitude would fling her right into the jaws of doom.

"You know what?" Claire sighed, looking into Primrose's eyes before looking back into the pit of acid. "I'd also like to get out of this place. I don't think I would last long without you anyways." She added with a chuckle.

The two raised to their feet, holding their hands with one another. Primrose stood at the ledge of the cake, leaning backward...

sploosh!

Primrose let gravity take control, causing her and Claire to plummet into the burning acids in mere seconds, the digestion process really started to begin, and their bodies burned all over, feeling their life drain from their very minds. In their final moments of burning were spent in a deep embrace, waiting for them to digest, and the spell to kick in.

Hopefully, this small sacrifice will make everything normal again. Even then, would the normality truly return after what the three have experienced? Only time would tell...