Being the owner of a rather small farm, you had always lived a busy, and somewhat solitary life. So, when some officials from the local-ish pokemon center asked if you'd be willing to re-home a glaceon, you quickly accepted. Though it took some time for her to aclimatize to both you and the farm, eventually the you and Gracie became inseparable.

One of the first things you noticed about Gracie was that she had quite the hearty appetite, one which only seemed to grow with each passing day. You were more than happy to oblige, as she was so adorable when she was savoring the meals you made for her, but that has led to some adverse side effects now that summer has arrived.

You could see Gracie walking through one of the fields, absently sucking on a popsicle in an attempt to beat the heat. Given the somewhat delirious look and panting, it wasn't doing much good. Being an ice type, combined with her thick body, it wasn't hard to see why. Her ass and thighs were wide, wobbling as she strode through the field. It was getting to the point where her ass would brush up against the sides of the narrower doorways in the house. Hanging in front of it was her stomach, which she absently groped as she walked. She had made a habit of kneading the belly fat as of late, though you weren't quite sure why. Perched atop her doughy belly were her breasts. They were fairly sizable approaching that of her head, but the impression they left paled in comparison to the rest of her.

Seeing you, she slowly makes her way toward you, tugging at her blue bandana and adjusting her cowboy hat as she approached. Finally reaching you, she took the melting popsicle out of her mouth, and spoke. M- Master? She spoke with a distinct accent, almost sounding like a princess or aristocrat. May I go inside for a moment? I know the field work isn't done yet, but I'm very hot... I can start doing the laundry, if you'd prefer...