Oh gosh, a blobby Will or Wicke would be,,, the best!
One day, however many ago (they all kinda washed together now), Will made a miraculous discovery that promised a breakthrough on his psychic abilities. It took some jetsetting and some riddles solved on top of mountains, but, sure as the snow is cold, the secret was laid out: the only way to handle psychic energies on par with the pokémon he commanded, Will needed to tack on some mass.
It almost embarrassed him on discovery. It seemed like he had been bumping up against his own limits, but the only thing limiting him was his waistline. As lithe as he was, it was holding him back. Fortunately, for one of means such as he, this proved to be a trivial task to rectify.
Sure, once he started serving himself up double portions, he found himself fighting against another kind of wall, but in time, he could handle it. Instead of feeling queasy and weighed down, he soon could push past it, and then a peculiar feeling... it wasn't enough to satisfy him!
Even as his waistline began to stretch, necessitating a visit to the tailor more and more, he continued to practice diligently, meditating with Alakazam and Xatu. And, much to his delight, for every bit of pale belly jutting further and further from his midsection, the easier he could keep up with both of them!
Sure, Karen, and to a lesser extent, Bruno made fun of him, but they couldn't lift a statue over their head with their minds. They were imbeciles, but it wasn't exactly anything new to listen to them chortle. Karen especially loved cracking jokes, though she never really needed a reason to have fun at Will's expense. At least with Bruno, there came a time once Will started having trouble sitting in chairs that the martial artist sheepishly asked if he could lift Will and use him for physical training.
You know Will was smug about that one. He even served as a vessel for transportation (after all, running around with a fatass like Will in your arms was a pretty good way to start sweating), at least until Bruno had to stop due to the psychic weighting too damn much.
In fact, around that time, there was a general concern about mobility. It wasn't that Will couldn't walk, but his doorways... made for someone of a much slimmer build, and now he found himself having to push his way through, massive ass and thick hips brushing up against the door jambs. Fortunately, that's what the League staff was for. After all, it's not like he had anywhere to go; between his quintuple dinners and his psychic training, he had little reason to move from where he was.
In fact, he barely noticed the moment he, a well-over-half-ton man oozing out of magenta clothes desperately clinging to him like a leaking can of biscuit dough, couldn't stand up. Between the massive gut spilling out in front of him, pushing apart his thick blobby thighs apart, and the dimpled wall of ass behind him, there was no way he could even maneuver himself into a standing position, much less move all that along.
However... the magician's eyes twinkled, and suddenly he felt the cool breeze of the mountains, soft grass beneath his mass. With a thought, and just a bit of concentration, he had done it.
He had teleported. Right outside the Indigo League. The psychic would have jumped for joy, could he jump, but instead he waggled his fat arms in celebration, cheering... and getting a little winded in the procees. "Hff, that just goes, hhhuff, to show! You can't, hough, stop Will! The, hhfh, the magnificent~!"
Fuck walking! Dude could teleport!
