Date Night With Marianne


Marianne and her partner had been happily living together for the greater part of her life. It was always awkward for them to identify their relationship to each other. The two were not married. While marriage between people and pokemon was legal under some jurisdictions, neither of them were comfortable with their union being recognized by the public. On the contrary, Marianne and her partner were beyond just a boyfriend and girlfriend. Neither of the two knew what label for themselves was appropriate for their level of shared intimacy. For simplicity, Marianne and her other both agreed that they were extremely close, and devoted friends. And when certain days of the year came around, the two would emotionally grow even closer.

This particular day of the year was a special occasion for the couple (I leave what the occasion is, whether it be Marianne's birthday, her anniversary, a special holiday, or something else, up to interpretation). For the occasion, Marianne's beloved, who was off from work that day, made some plans for that evening (Marianne, assuming that she also had a job, was also off of work that day). The two went to parks, visited history and arts museums, watched some intense pokemon battles, saw a professional play, and then dined at a high-end restaurant that evening. After paying for their more than fine meals and taking their time to leave, Marianne and her partner went back to their home.

There, Marianne was met with another pleasant surprise. Somehow, without Marianne's knowledge, her partner had prepared another multiple course meal just for her. Along with it was a bottle of her favorite, and notably expensive flavor of wine. Even more surprising than the home-made dinner was the extra table that was completely covered with a large assortment of different sweets that had been catered to the home while they were away. With Marianne's last meal barely satisfying her sizable appetite, she gladly sat herself down on her extra-wide, reinforced-steel chair besides her usual place at the kitchen table.

Hours went by as Marianne, while displaying proper table manners, slowly gorged herself on even more culinary delights. After finishing the last course of her second dinner, Marianne had some dessert. Then she had more dessert, followed by dessert, after dessert, after dessert. Her partner sat on the opposite side of the table, having long finished his comparatively meager portions. Later into the night, the subtle slowness of some of Marianne's practiced motions indicated that she was at long last, nearly full. Using her telekinesis, Marianne levitated one last empty plate onto the table. She then wiped her face clean with her cloth napkin before placing it on another empty plate. Marianne pushed back her chair along the kitchen floor, and then miraculously lifted herself onto her feet. Despite her size and apparent weight, Marianne's steps were soft and graceful. She used her telekinesis to precisely counteract most of the gravitational force on her body, allowing her to walk around as if she were only a small fraction of her true mass.

Marianne's partner took a good look at her as she strolled across the kitchen floor. Earlier that day, Marianne had neatly styled her natural skin dress with small pins that evenly held her loose skin flaps together. Having experimented with cosmetics in the past, she had also put on subtle eyelash accessories that morning to bring out the full beauty of her eyes. Her closest friend was more than charmed by her appearance. Although, at the moment, most of that charm was instead due to her physique. During the past few years, Marianne had grown big. As the days went by, her chest stuck out a bit further, her belly would sag down even lower, and her hips would get ever wider. As of earlier that year, it became apparent to Marianne that she now had to go through narrow doorways sideways, as she simply would not fit otherwise. With her natural skin dress fastened together, it clung tightly to her very full frame. Marianne was now an indulgent sight to behold.

Marianne playfully hooded her eyes as she looked forward towards the only other individual who was present. Using her telepathy, she said something witty and playful. She did not need any psychic abilities to know what emotions her partner was now feeling.