Cheryl's Booze Berry Binge

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Cheryl (Pokemon) Drunken Belly Expansion, Burping, and Farting

WORDS: 7000

During a stroll through Eterna Forest, Cheryl stumbles upon a strange man and his collection of gold colored berries. In the process of taste testing the fruit, she quickly becomes a gassy, drunken mess that can't help finding sick glee in her large, swollen belly.

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            The sun peeking through the leaves up above and the calming breeze blowing through the branches provided the perfect atmosphere for another one of Cheryl’s walks. As she made her way through the Eterna Forest, the young woman was wary to avoid tripping her brown boots over any roots or letting bushes snag at her dark green skirt. It was through her many trips amongst nature that she was able to so expertly avoid any smudges getting on her black undershirt and the green jacket with arm-length sleeves she wore over it. Twisting about her long braid of dark green hair, she let out a hearty chuckle at the recollection of the last time she had tripped and ended up scaring a Burmy right out of cocoon of leaves. At the time it had been an unfortunate accident, but like so many other experiences in the forest, she took it as a cherished memory of her many visits.

            Cheryl didn’t have a specific reason for wandering through the woods. It was just her hobby to meander between the trees to see what new things she could discover. This ranged from getting to see a flock of Beautifly flutter by to stumbling upon a long abandoned chateau. Though there was the odd danger of running into aggressive Pokémon, she had little reason to worry with her Chansey snugly kept in the ball in her pocket.

            Upon checking to make sure her Pokeball was still in place, Cheryl ended up entering into a clearing. Stopping herself from falling at the last moment, she picked up her head to see that she was in an unfamiliar part of the forest. Even with her keen eyes, she couldn’t recall every stumbling across the collection of bushes adorned with plump, gold-colored berries. Even more unusual was who was tending the mystery fruit.

            Standing nearby the grove was a man dressed in a black robe. He seemed too concerned with scribbling things down in a notebook to notice Cheryl. His distracted mind allowed her to approach and get a closer look at his buzz cut, black hair, as well as the black and white eye painted onto his forehead. She stared into the illustrated iris for several seconds before the man acknowledged her.

            “Oh, hello there,” he said, his mysterious visage going against his friendly demeanor and warm smile. “Are you another servant of the All Seeing One?”

            “The what?” Cheryl asked.

            “Ah, never mind. You must be a resident of this place,” he said, stowing away his notes and offering out his hand to her. “My name is Okos.”

            “I’m Cheryl,” she replied, shaking his hand and returning with a warm smile of her own. “What are you doing out here?”

            “I’m running an experiment with these,” he said, gesturing towards the gold fruit. “All across your region I’ve witnessed people using berries with astounding effects. Everything from restoring vitality, to increasing endurance, and even curing poison. This led to me tinkering with the berries you see before you.”

            “That sounds amazing,” Cheryl said, clapping her hands together in delight. “What do they do?”

            Okos’s expression faltered for a moment. “I’m not entirely sure. I spent so much time trying to grow them that I didn’t have a chance to do a proper taste test.” He perked up a bit as he looked up towards Cheryl. “Maybe you can help me,” he said, rushing over to pluck a berry from one of the bushes. “Would you be my taste tester?”

            “They do look delicious,” Cheryl said, letting her gaze linger on the fruit’s golden sheen. “Okay, let’s do it,” she announced, pumping her fist.

            “Thank you so much,” Okos said, shaking her hand before passing her one of the berries. Taking out his notes again, he stared intently at her. “You may begin when ready. Be sure to tell me every last detail.”

            Rolling the fruit around in her palm, Cheryl tried to figure out the best way to start. Focusing in on the plumpest part of the berry, she opened up her mouth and sunk her teeth in. In return for her courage, she was treated to an amazing flavor that made a pleased hum leave her lips.

            “Well, what do you think?” Okos asked while she chewed.

            “It reminds me of a sweet liquor,” she answered, going back in for another bite. “Though it’s a bit strange, it’s also quite pleasant.” Chewing on the last bit of the berry, she wiped the lingering juices from her lips. “I’d say you did an excellent BWOOOOORRRP!”

            Cheryl froze with the sound of her belch echoing amongst the trees. Even after the noise petered off, she was left with a striking shade of red on her cheeks. Looking back towards Okos, she saw that his eager expression had yet to falter.

            “I’m so sorry,” Cheryl said with a courteous bow.

            “Don’t apologize,” Okos replied as he continued to write in his book. “It’s only natural.” Reaching towards the bush, he plucked another berry and offered it to her. “Come along now. Try a few more and we’ll see if there’s anything I can improve.”

            Taking the berry in hand, Cheryl managed to piece together that it may have been the cause for her little outburst. Reason told her to avoid taking another bite for fear of embarrassing herself again. However, she was convinced to go back in again by the gaze in the man’s eyes and the lingering sweetness on her tongue.

            “Hmm, it’s still very good,” she commented as she started on the second berry. Finishing it off in another bite, she managed to let the taste linger just long enough for another belch to roll up her throat. “Excuse me. Anway, the flavor is still quite good. May I have another?”

            “Of course,” Okos replied, eagerly granting her wish.

            As Cheryl chewed through the third helping, she became aware of a light haze affecting her mind. While she was able to shrug it off, it did dampen her ability to hold back her burps. Forced to pause in-between another UUUURRPP leaving her lips, she slowed down her chewing in the hopes of easing her stomach.

            Cheryl’s best efforts allowed her to properly sample a fourth and fifth berry. Though she could feel the bubbles inside of her belly protesting at their confinement, she persevered to avoid further humiliating herself. Her method worked for a while, but the pressure continued to build. As her head grew hazier and the force continued to build on itself, the gas made its way towards a different exit.

            “Cheryl, is everything alright?” Okos asked. “You seem a little uncomfortable.”

            “I’m just fine,” Cheryl replied, chewing on her lip. Clenching her buttocks together, she bemoaned the fact that her body was seemingly fighting against her. “What would you like to know?
            “Have you been able to refine your opinion on the berries yet?” he asked, his voice overshadowing the rumbling noise coming from Cheryl’s gut. “I know you said that it resembles liquor, but I would like to get a better idea. Is it more like beer? Or perhaps fine wine? Moonshine, whiskey, rum, or-“

            Okos’s words were drowned out by a powerful fart reverberating out of Cheryl’s rear. Having reached the peak of her endurance, she had been hoping for a small, silent puff to relieve her discomfort. The smell that wafted up to her nostrils was unpleasant, but it paled in comparison to the fact that she had done something so rude in front of someone. Even if he was a stranger, the idea of being unable to remain polite in response to his generosity made her shuffle back and forth on her feet.

            Cheryl tried to bow again to apologize, only to be stopped by an odd feeling in her mid-section. Standing up straight, she looked down to find the source of the discomfort. What she discovered was a small potbelly pressing against the fabric of her shirt. Prodding the bulge proved that it was real and furthered her torment by pushing another belch past her lips.

            “What’s going on with me?” she asked, watching her gut swish about once she released it from her grasp.

            “Hmm, it appears that your body is expanding to make room for the berries,” Okos plainly stated. “The swelling should be temporary. Well, theoretically at least. As I said, we still require further testing. However, I’m aware that this might not be the most ideal of circumstances for you. If you decide to cut off things here, then that would be more than fine.”

            The most obvious response to Cheryl was to take the chance to get out of the experiment. Her attempt to voice this initial answer was undone by a belch rolling up her throat. While the outburst was just as embarrassing as the last, it had the silver lining of letting re-experience the taste of the berries. Smacking her lips at the leftover flavor, she turned her attention back towards the bushes.

            “Well,” she began, stepping forward to grab one of the berries, “I’m already in this UUURRP far. A few more probably wouldn’t hurt.”

            Motivated by her growing adoration for the fruit and Okos’s watchful eye, Cheryl took another bite. As she slowly made her way through a dozen berries, she kept checking on herself. Though she could certainly spot the way her belly was bugling outwards to contain the indulgence, she didn’t dare touch it. Even the slightest nudge held the danger of unleashing the collection of gas bubbles she was forced to deal with as she ate.

            Cheryl managed to keep herself in check by very carefully letting the pressure out in small doses. As humiliating as it was to let burps come from her mouth and squeaky farts escape her backside, she considered it a necessary measure. Of course, there was the constant reminder that she could stop the session of bloating and binging anytime she wanted to. However, that desire to avoid embarrassing herself further degraded with each booze berry that passed her lips.

            The side effects of the fruit only really hit Cheryl as she reached the end of one of the bushes. Trying to collect the last few berries, she was afflicted with a sort of wooziness. In an effort to keep herself steady she inevitably grabbed at the part of her gut peeking out from a tear in her shirt. The resulting belch mixed with her unsteady footing led to her falling into the bush. Her senses only came back to her in the wake of the resulting BRRRRAAAAAPPPPP that came sputtering from her rear as her gut landed on a collection of branches.

            “I’m BWOOOOORRRPPP sorry,” Cheryl said, picking herself up once she had managed to swallow up the last berry on the bush.

            “Hmm, I suppose the liquor taste is for more than just show,” Okos commented. “Are you alright? I don’t want to get a get a minor drunk.”

            “I’m not a UUURRPP child,” Cheryl replied, wiping the juice from her lips. “I’m a fully grown BWOOOOORRRPPP woman.” Sauntering up to Okos, she leaned in to press her breasts up against his chest. “Do you need a demonstration?”

            “Er, no thank you,” Okos replied, gently nudging Cheryl back. “Perhaps it’s best that we stop here.”

            “There’s no UUUURRPP need for that,” Cheryl said. “Especially when there’s so many delicious, juicy berries left for me to eat. A few more won’t hurt.”

            Okos raised an eyebrow. “I appreciate the enthusiasm, but that really isn’t necessary.”

            “Come on,” Cheryl pleaded, her staggered gait letting another PHHHRRRTTTTT escape her rear. “Don’t you need more research?”

            “Well… yes, but-“

            Hearing all the reason she needed, Cheryl ran back over to the grove to start picking berries from another bush. As much as her bloated belly hungered for more, it was cancelled out by her need to savor the taste of the sweet produce. Bite after bite, she was sure to let the juice overflow her mouth before letting it pour down her throat. Between each berry, she would attempt to make room for more by unleashing a belch from her mouth. Even as a few bubbles managed to slip out from her backside, the shame she had felt at the start was starting to slip away. Especially since she would rather revel in the enjoyment of each bite of booze-laden berry she could get her hands on.

            While Cheryl worked her way through the grove, Okos stood by with notebook in hand. At first, he had been diligently writing down his observations. His need to record his thoughts faltered as he focused on merely watching her make a glutton of herself. The staggered nature of her movements did little to dissuade her from continuing to eat one berry after another. Though a few times she ended up tripping over her own feet, she was quick to pick herself back up to continue eating.

            In addition to Cheryl’s less than stellar ability to walk on her own two feet, the continued growth of her gut hampered her feast. Multiple times, the beachball-sized gut forced her to stretch out her arms as far as possible in order to pull the berries from their branches. Still growing out with each helping she pushed down her throat, her gut began to strain the fabric of her clothes.

            Cheryl’s feast went on hold as her belly ended up tearing a hole in the center of her shirt. Turning away from the bush, she gave Okos a good view of the exposed flesh of the taut orb peeking through the tear. Sliding her hand across her pushed out belly button, she let out a pleased hum as her massage pushed out a squeaky fart from her backside.

            “Are you sure you want to keep doing this?” Okos asked, receiving his answer as Cheryl turned back around to continue eating the fruit. “I am grateful for your assistance, but I have more than enough information on how to improve the berry’s growth process. Besides, the sun is going down soon. I’d rather not have you wandering around in the dark.”

            “It’s BWOOOOORRRPPP fine,” Cheryl said, her speech slurred by alcohol coursing through her veins. “I’ve been hic through these woods plenty of times. Most fun things happen at night anyway. Like getting a handsome gentleman like UUUURRPPP you to have a good time with me.”

            Okos blinked as he tilted his head. “I’m not sure I fully understand what you’re talking about.”

            “Hehehe hic,” Cheryl replied making her way over to him. “Why don’t I show you then? We could BWOOOOOORRRPPPP!”

            The force of the belch brought an end to whatever’s Cheryl’s plans were as she fell backwards. Sloshed around by the impact of her butt hitting the ground, her gut voiced its discomfort through a rumbling BRRRRAAAAAAPPPPP from the backside. In the wake of the ripples affecting her body, her jiggling potbelly stretched apart more of her dress to allow it to slump between her legs.

            “Are you alright?” Okos asked, forcing himself to run through the lingering fumes to come to her aid.

            “Just UUUUURRPPP fine,” Cheryl said, still keeping up her idiotic smile. “I just have  a little indigestion. Would you hic mind rubbing my tummy?”

            Feeling at fault for the drunken mess Cheryl had become, Okos nodded his head and got down on his knees. Sliding a palm against her belly, she expressed her gratitude through a soft hum. The gentle noise gave way to another rumbling belch and a loud BRRRAAAAAAPPPPP. Blocking his nose with the back of his sleeve, Okos managed to endure the barrage to keep up with his task. Taking a peek at Cheryl’s face, the gaze of longing in her eyes finally let it click in his head what exactly she wanted from him.

            “We really should be getting back to Eterna City,” Okos said, backing away to get out of the grasp of her fingers and gas.

            “But there’s still so many BWOOOOORRPPP berries to eat,” Cheryl whined, trying to drag herself back to the bush. “You can’t expect me to hic turn my back on all of these tasty morsels.”

            “I’m sorry, but I have to cut you off,” Okos said, stepping in the way of the inebriated trainer. “You’ve eaten your fill and then some. I’m worried that you’ll devour the entire grove.”

            Cheryl put a finger to her lips. “I guess you’re UUUURRPPP right,” she belched. “Okay, I’ll go. But… can I have some hic berries for the road?”

            “I’m not sure that’s a…”

            Okos trailed off, both to give himself time to think and to deal with the abrupt BRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPP that billowed out of Cheryl’s backside. The sluggish movements the green haired woman made just standing in place painted an unsightly picture of what would happen should he try to force her to move. Considering she was already lugging around a globe-like belly and her manners had been reduced to nothing, he didn’t see much harm in giving her a little more of the tainted fruit if it meant a peaceful walk back to the city.

            “Alright,” Okos relented, making Cheryl voice her approval with a smile and a squeaky fart slipping past her rear. Producing a small basket from his robes, he proceeded to fill it up with a few of the remaining berries. “Will you be able to walk on your own?”

            “I hic dunno,” Cheryl admitted. “Don’t worry. I know someone that can UUUURRPP help.”

            Struggling to reach inside of her pocket, Cheryl eventually pulled out a Pokeball. Tossing the orb into the air, it opened up in a flash of red light. From the glow appeared the pink, egg-shaped figure of a Chansey. The cheerful Pokémon paused for a moment to greet Okos with a smile before turning towards its trainer. Upon seeing the messy drunk that Cheryl had become, the Chansey’s bright expression began to dim.

            “Hello, hic Chansey,” Cheryl said, lunging forward to embrace what she could of her partner. The ensuing hug pressed her bloated belly up against the pink creature’s sides and pushed out a fart from the woman’s backside. Though Chansey tried to get away from the smell, she was stuck in the strangely strong grip of her trainer.

            “Why are you UUUURPPP squirming like that?” Cheryl asked. “Maybe you’ll calm down if you eat some of these BWOOOOOORRRRP berries.”

            “I’d rather not get a Pokémon drunk,” Okos said, making a mental note to put a fence around the bushes to prevent any creatures from making a snack out of the grove. “We already have enough problems to deal with. For now, Chansey would you please help Cheryl walk? We’re going to bring her back to the city.”

            “Chansey!” the Pokémon replied, showing it resolve with a head nod as it followed after Okos with Cheryl still clinging to its body.

            Taking the lead of the group, Okos tried to traverse the winding paths of the forest. With the fading light above, the task of traversing the unfamiliar area was hard enough as it was. That was on top of the constant stops needed to get Cheryl to behave by feeding her more berries.

            Anytime she was belching out orders for more of the booze-filled fruit, Cheryl was cuddling up to her Chansey. As devoted as the Pokémon was to aiding its master, it visibly winced at every rude expulsion that left her body. Though the pink creature lacked any visible nose, the way its face scrunched up with every blast that reverberated out of the green haired woman’s backside made it clear that it was suffering just as much as Okos.

            In spite of the constant deluge of fumes tormenting Chansey, Cheryl was as pleased as ever pressing herself against it. The constant sloshing of her bulged out belly accompanied each of her staggered steps. A few times she attempted to break away to go wander off into the woods or hug Okos, only for her to be kept in place by a berry being tossed into her maw. This strategy worked through most of the journey, up until they started to run out of treats.

            “Oh dear,” Okos said, looking into his basket to see only lingering droplets of booze berry fruit on the bottom.

            “What’s hic wrong?” Cheryl asked. “Did you want some UUUUURRPPP berries too?”

            “Unfortunately it looks like we’ve run out,” Okos answered. “However, we’re not too far off from Eterna City. I’m sure if you hold out a bit longer we can-“

            Cutting Okos off with a rumbling PHHHHHHRRRRRRTTTTT from her rear, Cheryl slumped off of Chansey. Unable to do much in the wake of the gas cloud, the pink Pokémon could merely watch as its trainer wandered off on her own. Cursing himself for every making the berries in the first place, Okos dropped his basket and tried to give chase through the underbrush.

            Even in her inebriated state, Cheryl was somehow able to meander around the trees to get far ahead of Okos. Losing sight of the girl, he still pushed forward under the threat of what would happen to her. The sound of his guilt eating away at his own mind soon became drowned out from a belch echoing out from up ahead. Using the follow up noises of farts to act as his guide, he carefully maneuvered through the foliage to find the lost trainer.

            Emerging from a thicket of bushes, Okos found Cheryl laying down on the ground. The relief he felt at locating her was undone by the sight of the various tears scattered across her clothing. Judging by the leaves hanging off of the tattered clothes and the twigs stuck in her hair, he had to assume that she hadn’t been as graceful as he once thought. Although, the lack of control could also be contributed to the thing her booze-laden mind was currently focusing on.

            Hearing frantic chewing noises, Okos got down on his knees to take a look. What he saw was Cheryl carelessly wrapping her lips around the head of a mushroom. Yanking the fungus up from the ground by pulling back her head, the thought of whether or not it was poisonous didn’t seem to matter to her as she let it slide down her throat.

            “It’s a little BWOOOOOORRRRPP funky,” Cheryl commented, “but it will have to do.”

            In front of an awestruck Okos, Cheryl continued to forage the forest floor for more morsels to devour. Finishing off the patch of mushrooms, her hungry mouth went on to going through some of the more normal looking fruit adorning the bushes and trees. The natural feast did the job of keeping her sated for the moment, even if it did mean causing more of her clothes to tear at the seams as she recklessly charged towards anything remotely edible to her inebriated mind.

            “Cheryl, I really think you should stop,” Okos said, forced away from her as another fart slapped out of her rear. “Your stomach is already disturbed enough. Eating random things you found in the forest can’t be helping much.”

            “But hic that’s where I found your tasty UUUUUURRRPP berries,” Cheryl replied between mouthfuls of more mushrooms.

            Okos paused to nervously scratch his cheek. “Er, you may have a point there. Regardless, you really should stop. Who knows what all of this weird food will do to you. I promise that I’ll get you something more substantial and less volatile once we get back into the city.”

            “You would BWOOOOOORRRRP do that for me?” Cheryl asked, wiping her lips clean of leftover droplets.

            Seeing the strange look in Cheryl’s eyes, he answered with a hesitant, “Yes?”

            Moving at a surprising speed while still lugging around her bloated gut, Cheryl rushed towards Okos. Wrapping him in her arms, she lovingly nuzzled her face against his cheek. While the feeling was pleasant, it was hard to ignore the sensation of her gut sloshing against his mid-section and the unsettling groans that emanated from it.

            The sounds hit their apex just before Cheryl unleashed a rumbling BRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP. In spite of the tremors that passed between the two bodies, she remained firmly clamped onto him. Sliding herself across his torso, she made sure to turn towards him each time a belch parted her lips. Getting dangerously close to his face allowed Okos to see the look of desire in her eyes. Licking her lips, she moved in to plant a sloppy kiss on his cheek.

            Moments before Cheryl took it a step too far, she was pulled away from Okos. Stumbling out of the lingering cloud of fumes, he watched as she was pressed up against a tree. His savior was Chansey; its optimism completely dried up as it struggled to keep its trainer in check. Weathering through the storm of the green haired woman’s burps and farts, it looked over to Okos. “CHAN CHANSEY!” it called out, the look on its face communicating that it needed assistance to keep the drunken Cheryl at bay.

            “R-right,” Okos replied, hurrying over to the tree. “Come on Cheryl, we have to get moving. There’s… um, more booze berries back in the city.”

            Cheryl stopped struggling for a moment and looked over her shoulder. “OOOOUUUURRRRPPP really?”

            “Yes, a whole crate of them,” Okos lied, working alongside Chansey to start shuffling Cheryl back towards the main path. “They’re all yours BUT we need to get you to the city first.”

            “You hic can count on me,” Cheryl said, needing the support of both of her companions to move forward.

            Moving at the pace of a groggy Snorlax, the group made their way towards the city. If the dwindling light wasn’t enough to make their journey more arduous, there was the barrage of farts and burps leaking out of Cheryl. True to Okos’s earlier worries, the smell and frequency of the gas was getting worse.

            “I think you might have hic had a point,” Cheryl commented; her hand sliding against her exposed gut to take care of the ominous groaning noises coming from within. “Those mushrooms really did a UUUUURRRPP number on me.” Reaching the apex of her swollen belly, she let a wide grin form on her face. “I can hic feel it.”

            “Feel what?” Okos hazarded to ask.

            “The tasty things inside churning and BWOOOOOORRRPPP bubbling,” she answered, giving her mid-section a few shakes to push out a PHHHHHRRRRRRTTTTT from her rear. “Isn’t it wonderful?”

            “I think I’ll have to disagree with you on that,” Okos replied, trying to focus on moving as fast as possible.

            With a pout, Cheryl stomped forward to stand in Okos’s way. “Don’t try to play *hic dumb. After all, you’re the reason I have this gassy thing,” she said, giving her stomach a slap.

            “I am well aware of that,” Okos admitted.

            “You probably wanted to UUUUURRPP rub all over it like a pervert,” she accused, the elated look in her eyes letting him know that the comment was more playful than hostile.

            Okos vigorously shook his head. “No, that’s not it at all.”

            “Come on, there’s no need to be hic shy,” she said, getting dangerously close to him. “Go on and touch it. I know you want to.” Putting her hands up, she began an awkward dance to slosh around her jiggling belly. “I’m all yours. All you have to do is take me.”

            Cheryl’s performance ended prematurely as Chansey waddled up to her and grabbed her hand. Pulling the trainer along, Chansey looked back to shoot an accusatory glance at Okos. While the robed man wanted to plead his case, he figured his energy was better saved for completing the rest of the journey.

            At the cost of slowing down even further, Okos and Chansey elected to take turns carrying Cheryl. Though he appreciated the chance to get fresh air, every time he had to take the reins he was reminded of how frisky she had become. Clutching onto him like a stuffed animal, she would constantly jiggle her gut against him. If it weren’t for her playful nature, he was certain that this was all just a means of getting back at him for changing her into a messy drunk.

            Okos’s eyes brightened as the darkness of the forest became overcome by the lights of the city as they drew closer. Sure there were a number of strange looks given to them as they dragged Cheryl through the streets, but at the very least he was content knowing the challenge was almost over. For the first time in hours, he felt lighter than air. It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted off of his shoulders. A second later when he realized his nostrils were no longer burning, he made the grave realization that Cheryl had once more wandered off on her own.

            Having become accustomed to the odor of the drunken girl’s outbursts, Okos managed to locate her scent trail. Gesturing for Chansey to split off in hopes of finding Cheryl faster, he set off down the city streets in search of her. Ignoring the usual looks of confusion his appearance earned him, he sought out people that were more de-sensitized to his attire. Those were the biggest indicators as to where Cheryl had wandered by.

            Eventually, Okos made his way towards the center of a road lined with numerous restaurants and eateries. Amidst the smell of various wonderful aromas, he managed to pick up the foul gas clouds of his taste tester. His path became clear as he spotted the torn remnants of her clothes on the street. Hearing people call out in disgust, he pinpointed his search to a buffet.

            Upon stepping inside, Okos immediately spotted Cheryl’s bloated form making its way down the food line. At each station, she would ignore the gaze of onlookers and the utensils provided to dive in face first. As she ate, she was sure to free up extra room with guttural belches that reeked of the many things she had devoured over the course of the day. Anyone daring enough to try and stop her were quickly thrown back by the farts that kept slapping out of her rear.

            Putting a napkin to his face, Okos pushed through the cloud of fumes to approach the gluttonous girl. Stopping a few feet from her, he managed to see that her belly had grown large enough to hold an entire person. The girth of the protrusion slowed down her efforts to eat to an extent, but not enough to prevent her from going across the entire buffet. Her one track mind was probably why she wasn’t phased be either her constant gas or the fact that she was practically naked.

            Seeing the last of Cheryl’s outer clothing piled up in a corner, Okos was left to stare at her undergarments. Despite her seemingly reserved nature, she was adorned with a matching set of panties and bra made out of sheer, pink lace. The lingerie left very little to the imagination, while also feeding into the promiscuity that had come out in full force thanks to her booze binge. As Okos began to question just who this woman really was, he was brought back to the task at hand by the sight of her eating through an entire serving dish of rice.

            “Cheryl, what happened to your clothes?” he asked.

            Lifting her head up from a bowl of chocolate pudding, she cleaned her face off by licking her lips and letting out another blech. “They got really hic dirty and torn so I got rid of them,” she explained, showing no shame in wiping her hand clean by wiping it across her bra. Finishing off the rest of the pudding with one last gulp, she leaned back and lazily scratched her butt. “It really UUUUUURRRPPP feels good hic too.”

            “Cheryl, this has gone on long enough,” Okos explained. “Just stay here and I’ll find something to cover you up. Maybe a tablecloth or-“

            “But that’s no fun,” Cheryl said, stumbling towards Okos.

            Nearly falling over as he was hit by the massive belly, Okos had to use all of his strength to stay standing. That left very little stamina remaining to fend her off as she pulled him in close. Nuzzling her face against his chest, she paid little mind to the fart that burst out to enshroud him in her fumes once more.

            “Do you really want me so hic bad?” she asked, showing little hesitation in pressing her breasts against him.

            “No, I just want you to stop before you get arrested or-“

            “BWOOOOOOORRRRRRP you don’t have to be shy about it,” Cheryl said, sliding a hand across his side, leaving behind a trail of chocolate. “Just say you want to hic be with my big, bloated body. It’ll be really UUUUURRRRPPP fun.”

            “Cheryl, I can’t. It’s not right.”

            Pulling herself back, Cheryl shot Okos a pouty look. Any guilt he felt at that moment was undone by the rippling PHHHHHRRRTTTTTT that erupted from her a moment later. Caught in the cloud of gas, he realized too late that she had let go of him and ran out the door.

            “Cheryl, wait!” Okos called out, rushing towards the exit.

            Moving surprisingly fast with her massive gut, Cheryl made her way down the road. No one seemed capable of stopping her as she attacked each food stand she met. Repelling any unwanted dining guests with her gas and girth, she filled her gut even further with a variety of fried food to worsen her digestion.

            Keeping a safe distance away at the fear of falling victim to the green haired girl’s fumes again, Okos watched her ravage one eatery after another. Her path of destruction only came to a halt once she stumbled out onto the street with a bottle of golden liquor clenched between her fingers. Just barely cognizant enough to recognize the familiar color, she tilted the bottle to her lips and began to drink. The golden rivulets that seeped out of the sides of her mouth managed to wash away some of the mess on her body. The downpour did a magnificent job of making her globular gut shimmer under the street lights. Watching a collection of droplets trickle down from the peak of her belly, Okos was left in awe at what his berries had created.

            “Oh, hic there you are Okos,” Cherly said, waddling her way towards him with bottle in hand and her belly wildly sloshing about. “There’s so much BWOOOOOOORRRP delicious food here to eat. It’s nowhere near as hic tasty as those berries, but they should UUUUUURRRP suffice.” Taking another swig of liquor, she gave her gut a slap to push out a thunderous BRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP. “Come on and hic join me. Now that I’m all good and OOOOOOUUUUUUURRRRP sloshy, it should be really fun when we…”

            Cheryl trailed off as a load groan echoed from her mid-section. Though she seemed pleased at first by the resulting PHHHHHHRRRRTTTT that erupted out, something seemed off. Try as she might to relieve the pressure with a loud OOOUUUUURRRRRRPPP her belly continued to shake.

            A nervous laugh left Cheryl’s lips. “Hehe guess I really went hic overboard,” she commented as another fart billowed out. “I’m not getting that same UUUUURRP sense of relief as before.

            Cheryl’s eager expression faltered as her body was overcome with powerful tremors. The shaking forced her to drop her bottle of precious booze and stagger about. Grabbing hold of a light post, she began to desperately massage her gut. Though this did produce a collection of rude expulsions, they weren’t enough to fully relieve the pressure.

            “What’s going hic on with me?” Cheryl asked as she desperately massaged her gut. “I can’t get it to come BWOOOOOOORRRRPPPP fast enough. Okos, you’ve got to OOOOOUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPP!”

            Though Okos did want to help her, he was driven back by the ensuing explosion of gas that rocked the trainer’s body. Minute long burps and farts came bursting out of her ends in an attempt to deal with her riled up digestion. As her form was rocked by the constant releases, she momentarily regained a look of ecstasy as she lovingly caressed her gut. This moment of euphoria brought about by the massive release lasted until she let go of the street light.

            Losing her footing, Cheryl tripped forward and plummeted towards the ground. Though Okos began to run forward to catch her, she provided her own soft landing thanks to her bulbous belly. Waiting for one last, prolonged PHHHHHHHHRRRRRRTTTTT to peter off in the wake of the impact, he hazarded to inch towards her. Daring to peek at her face, he was relieved to see her sleeping soundly atop her gut.

            “Chansey?” Chansey asked, waddling up alongside Okos.

            “No, I don’t think she’s hurt,” Okos answered. Glancing to the side, he could see the various restaurant owners stepping out to see what was going on. “Although, I don’t think it’s a good idea to stick around here. Come give me a hand. We need to get Cheryl somewhere she can sleep this off.”

            With Chansey working alongside him, Okos pressed his hands into Cheryl’s belly. Pushing forward, the pair managed to slowly roll her down the street. Though they were making progress, each prod of her body forced out the gas bubbles lingering inside. He was certain that she would be mortified at what they were doing to her body, but it was the last thing he was concerned about. Especially considering that eventually they would have to deal with the consequences of her little feast.

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            Clutching his head, Okos helped to relieve himself with one of the many headaches he had been dealing with ever since that fateful day he met Cheryl. In the wake of her drunken waltz through the city, there were hundreds of hours spent with law enforcement to try and get any charges lifted. No longer under the influence of the fruit, Cheryl was able to comprehend each moment of what her drunken self-had done. While Okos had promised to take responsibility for everything that happened that day, there still seemed to be more than a little tension between the two of them.

            Partially to clear up his mind and mostly to start the arduous process of cleaning up his mess, Okos once more strolled out into the forest. His goal was to begin moving the bushes of booze berries far away from Eterna City. Though it would be a major setback for his research, the thought of another person making a fool of themselves with the fruit was enough to make him start over. Rolling up his sleeves for the task head, he stepped out into his grove.

            Okos stopped dead still as he spotted a familiar braid of green hair hovering above the bushes. Upon hearing his foot snap on a twig, Cheryl turned around to show off a new version of her dress. It was only thanks to many days spent relieving the leftover gas had she been able to return to her former size. That made it all the more distressing to see the basket full of booze berries in her hands and the protruding potbelly straining the fabric of her new clothes.

            “Cheryl, what are you doing?” Okos asked.

            “Putting together a little hic picnic,” she replied, helping herself to one of the berries. Pausing for a moment, she unleashed a billowing BRRRAAAAAAPPPPP from her rear. The release inadvertently widened the hole in the front of her shirt to allow her taut belly to further strain the fabric trying to hold it back.  “You’re welcome to join me if you’d UUUURRRP like.”

            “I don’t understand,” Okos said, looking on as she downed another berry. “After everything you went through, you’re still eating those?”

            “I’ll admit, I didn’t plan to UUUUURRPP go back to these after everything that happened,” Cherly explained. “However, I just couldn’t resist the taste. I thought just one more OOOUUUUURRRRP serving wouldn’t hurt. Not to mention, it feels so good getting to touch this belly once more.”

            Staggering forward, she managed to keep herself from falling at the last second by holding onto the bush. “Come on and join UUURRRP me. Even if you don’t hic eat yourself. I could use someone to help me stuff my face.” Pressing into her gut, she unleashed another fart. “Or at the very least, you could take up my OOOUUUUURRPPP offer to play around with my big tummy.”

            “Aren’t you worried about what will happen to you?” Okos asked. “We just barely got the charges cleared with the police.”

            “Yeah,” Cheryl replied, pausing to let her skirt be ruffled by a fart. “Sure it has some strange BWOOOOORRRP side effects, but the taste is more than worth it.” Picking up one of the berries, she held it out towards Okos. “Join hic me. You put so much hard UUUUURRRP work into growing these.” Right on cue, a combination of a burp and fart ripped apart the last bit of fabric holding back her gut to allow it to plop between her thighs once more. “After all, you’re responsible for making me into the drunken, gassy, BWOOOOOORRRPP woman I am now. You should be able to enjoy the UUUUURRRRPPP fruits of your labor.”