Pokefeedee - Volume 2: Fatten up the Newbies

Chapter 1 - May a heavy, sagging mass

This story is the Vol.2 of:
Pokefeedee

You can find the Vol. 1 of this story on my profile (free). Good Reading to all!

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In the late afternoon haze of Verdanturf, May lounged beneath the Oran Berry tree, a wicked thrill coursing through her as she eyed Torchic’s pitiful state. The once-spunky fire chick was now a grounded heap, his tiny frame overwhelmed by the sheer bulk of his overfed body. Munchlax, sprawled nearby, wore a sly, smug grin, his own gut slightly swollen from his recent gorging, clearly pleased with the havoc he’d wreaked on Torchic.

Torchic’s once-fluffy feathers were now matted down by layers of blubber, his body a swollen, doughy orb that barely resembled the spry Pokémon he’d been. His stubby legs, buried beneath rolls of fat, couldn’t lift his newfound mass, leaving him utterly motionless. All day, he’d been force-fed heaps of Mega Oran Berries, his cheeks bulging, face flushed and sweaty from the strain of swallowing. Soft, desperate whimpers escaped him as Munchlax rudely crammed more food into his beak, the little chick powerless to resist, his body trembling under the weight of his gluttony.

The trio lay there, a grotesque tableau of overindulgence, their bellies taut and distended. May was the most bloated, her 750-pound frame a mountain of excess, her gut protruding like a massive boulder beneath her strained clothes. Torchic, though smaller, had ballooned past Munchlax in proportion, his tiny size making the kilos of Mega Berries, each packing 3000–6000 kcal, turn him into a round mound of blubber. Munchlax, while still chubby, looked almost modest next to the other two, his roundness a mere shadow compared to their obscene bulk.

May had half-heartedly planned to train Torchic, hoping to teach him a few moves as an excuse for her mentorship, but that idea melted away like the Mega Berries in her insatiable maw. Her mind, clouded by hunger, fixated on eating instead, her hands shoving more berries into her mouth as Torchic lay there, too obese to even twitch. A twisted arousal stirred in her as she watched the chick struggle, his once-lean form now a sagging mess, his legs useless beneath the layers of lard. She reveled in his plight, her own bloated state mirrored in his suffering, a perverse bond forming in her gluttonous haze.

Driven by her obsession, May barked at Munchlax to stuff her to her absolute limit, craving a new peak of fullness that would drag Torchic down with her. “More, you lazy lump!” she growled, her voice muffled by a mouthful of berries. Munchlax, eager to oblige, shoveled Mega Orans into her, watching her already massive belly swell further, the skin stretching tight as a drum. If her appearance hadn’t been shocking before, it was indefensible now, 750 lbs of human excess, now bloated with nearly 50 lbs of Mega Berries. Her face was puffy and red, cheeks swollen, eyes wide from the sheer volume forced down her throat. Her gut ballooned outward, a taut sphere that looked ready to burst, barely held by clothes that strained against her enormous, doughy FUPA. Grunts and groans of discomfort escaped her, each breath a labored wheeze as her overtaxed body struggled under the pressure.

The intense strain in her gut twisted into a warped sense of pleasure, May’s mind reveling in her obscene size. Completely immobile, she was at Munchlax’s mercy, unable to even shift her massive bulk. Sensing her helplessness, Munchlax took charge, his sadistic streak surfacing as he fed her more, delighting in the sight of her gut expanding beyond reason. Her size now rivaled a Snorlax’s in proportion, if only she were taller. She could only move on an empty stomach, a state she hadn’t known in months, thanks to Munchlax’s constant enabling, ensuring her every need was met so she could focus on nothing but gorging.

May’s form was now a perfect sphere, her belly dragging on the ground, a heavy, sagging mass that left her utterly dependent. Her once-human shape was lost beneath folds of blubber, her entire existence reduced to feeding her endless appetite. Munchlax, the only one still playful in the camp, kept at it with a creepy smirk, stuffing both May and Torchic to their breaking points until Lila returned late that night. Torchic, pushed beyond any reasonable limit, was a tragic sight, his once-fluffy feathers buried under a mountain of lard, his body a shapeless, wobbling mass of excess.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, May lay there, her bloated form a testament to her twisted desires, while Torchic’s pitiful moans echoed faintly, both trapped in a cycle of gluttony that showed no signs of slowing down.