WARNING! This story contains the following...

- Soft Vore
- Mass Vore (meaning LOTS of prey)
- Unwilling Prey
- Hyper Fat
- Digestion
- Continuous Weight Gain
- Blob/Immobilization


Yayyyy I didn't take forever to upload again

Also there's some pretty heavy details about fat so if you're not into unrealistic sizes then this one's probably not for you. (Then again I'm assuming most people reading this are considering the thumbnail, but just a heads up anyway)

This story was rushed, so apologizes if some things don't sense.

Story is below. Enjoy.




The restaurant's doors opened wide as Fernando came inside. The smell of a variety of food filled the Emboar's lungs as he took in a deep breath, and a big step forward into the restaurant, sighing with a smile.


"Hello!" Said a Bibarel, spotting the Emboar from afar. "Welcome to Poppers, home of the...err." After staring at him directly, he noticed something anybody would see if they took one good look at Emboar: not only was he...well, fat, but the pig was unnervingly tall. It was impossible not to notice just how large his belly apparently was too, as his gut was much larger than a normal Emboar's. Hovering over his own feet with a huge shadow lurking below, thick moobs lied across its form. To top it all off, his face was as plump as a Raichu's belly. Poppers happened to be a restaurant that commonly received customers sporting quite the similar figure, due to being one of the best fast food joints in the state. Some cases were even bigger than Fernando here. "Um, hello and welcome to Poppers, home of the pelican!" In fact, the only reason that the Bibarel was ever surprised was because most cases were bigger than Fernando. One glance to the other side of the building and you'd see them all.


"Hola." The Emboar's prementioned belly was big enough to open the glass doors all by itself, so he lazily had his arms by his sides the entire time. After walking in, an Electivire soon followed behind, one that was actually rather muscular compared to Fernando, apparently. The two approached the counter to place their order.


"How I may help you two today?"


"Hmm...what's your special? Do you have one?" Fernando asked.


"We do. This month's special is called the Pidgeot Platter, 3 chicken thighs, 2 wings, fries and a biscuit all for just $11.99. Would you like that?"


"Hmm...yes, I'll take about five of those...what else is there?"


"Five? Well that's a lot less than usual." Fernando raised a brow. "We have our usual 5-Dollar-Deal, 2 legs and a thigh. Is that okay?"


"Mhm, I'll take 10 of those too, thank."


"Fernando." The Electivire behind him suddenly spoke up.


"Duncan."


"Remember what I said last time?"


"*sigh*...yeah yeah, you're not made of money."


"Mhm, so ease up on that order."


"Fine, I'll take 9."


"Fernando!"


"Okay okay! Eight."


"..."


"...two. I'll take two."


The Electivire noded at Fernando, then handed the money to the Bibarel and was given back a slip of paper. "Thank you sirs, your number is 221."


"Alright, thanks." The two walked over to the seats to find an empty booth in the back.


"Yeesh Duncan, I can never get a full meal with you around."


"Yeah, because a full meal with you around takes a lot of money out of my wallet. I'm already havin' problems with the rent this month ya know."


"Well, you keep buyin' stuff for me."


"And do you know why I keep buyin' stuff for you?"


"...touché. You gotta admit though, I've been gettin' a handle on the whole eatin' people tendencies, haven't I Dunc?"


"Yeah, I guess...if you call eating our new neighbors 'gettin' a handle' on it. Heh heh. Hey, that reminds me, remember the time when you--"


"ORDER 221!"


"Oh, that's our number. I'll be right back. Find a good seat for me."


"Sure."


After a brief look around, Fernando found a clean enough looking booth to sit at. However, this booth in particular seemed different than normal. In fact, all the seats seemed different than normal. As of recent, Poppers had new seats installed that were made especially for the more "dedicated" customers. Stool seats being widened and reinforced, tables made resilient against stains so the employees had less to clean. The booths themselves had their tables cut into two, one on the left and on the right, to make room for all the large bellies that needed space in the middle. As Fernando sat down at one of the booths, his belly fitted a glove. The circular shape in between both tables cupped his girth comfortably. For a fast food restaurant, this place was looking to be a keeper already. "Wow...this is pretty smart. I've gotta give kudos to the manager sometime. Heh heh heh."


He eventually looked over to the other Pokémon around as he waited for Duncan. Everyone, literally everyone had been stuffing themselves silly with all sorts of food. Mixed berry pavlova, bibim guksu, chuanchuan...of course, he hadn't a clue of what any of this stuff was, but they sure looked good. Truth be told, this was actually Fernando's first time in Poppers, so he wasn't expecting to be in such an intriguing atmosphere... his eyes turned to the sight of a Snorlax and company getting ready to leave with leftovers, but the Snorlax was having a hard time leaving much over.


"Ughhhhh...I can't eat another bite...wait, maybe If I just...nope, definitely can't."


"C'mon Earnest, forget the other orders. We can get some more burgers tomorrow."


"Yeah, alright..." He and his friends stood up from their booth, and eventually slowly trotted past Fernando. The big bear-like mon bumped into Fernando by accident. "Oooh, sorry man."


Fernando actually wobbled a bit. "Y-You're good."


"...hey, you haven't eaten anything yet, have you? Do you want this?" He held out a hamburger to Fernando. "I'd probably burst if I ate another one of these things today..."


"Hmm? Um..." He looked down at the chicken leg, then up at the Snorlax again. At a closer glance, the bear was far beyond what the average weight of his species was. Multiple rolls of blubber hanged from under his chin, not to mention the amount of neckrolls that outnumbered that. His grease-stained T-shirt had been visibly ripped in two, most likely from all the burgers he had just finished eating. Drops of sweat shined off of the bear's face like he had just ran a marathon. Obviously, he was grossly obese, even more than Fernando, and just the sight of him was actually beginning to unnerve the Emboar...and yet...


"Hey!" The Snorlax snapped his fingers. "Do you want it or not?"


"...h-huh? O-oh, uh, nah, no thanks."


"Okay then." He and his friends walked up to the door, and after a few minutes of squeezing through, he was gone. Fernando watched the group leave and then thought to himself, ("Geez, what do they serve here to make a man look like that?") He looked over at the other mons again and noticed just how big everybody, everybody was in here. Even the most commonly athletic Pokémon such as Machoke and Lucario were the size of elephants. It was almost hypnotizing... before he became too lost in thought, Duncan returned with their order.


"Hey, Fernando." The ape said, tapping Fernando's shoulder.


"H-huh?! Whoa, when'd you get back so soon?"


"Uh, I dunno. It actually took a while with the food since there were so many orders going around. They almost got yours mixed up with some Snorlax's. You okay?"


"...hmm? Oh, uh yeah. Fine, fine." The Emboar turned his attention back to the other Pokémon.


"Hmm?" Duncan looked too. "...dang, I've never seen people this big. Heh, reminds me again of that time when you..."


"........" He wasn't paying attention at all.


"...Fernando."


".............."


"Fernando!"


"H-huh?! What?"


"... you're thinkin' about eatin' those guys, aren't you?"


"...noooooooooo..."


"I recognize that look anywhere man."


"Ugh, okay fine, ya got me. Whadda you expect me to do? Everyone looks so filling..."


The Electivire rolled his eyes, and then sat down with the food. "Yeesh, and I thought I was greedy back when I was your size. We agreed for you to stop doing this, remember?"


"C'mon Dunc, just one guy. Please?"


"If you eat one, you gotta eat 'em all. I can't bail you out of jail if anybody calls the cops."


"Okay, sure!"


"...I wasn't serious. Don't eat anybody."


"What?! But...but just look at them..."


"No. I already paid for the food, and that was rent money. Just eat the Pidgeot Splatter or whatever it's called."


"Ugh...fine." With a pout, Fernando reached over and grabbed one of the chicken wings on the table. Sure, it wasn't half bad, tasty even, but the Emboar couldn't help but continue to stare all the other fatties stuffing themselves like it was Thanksgiving. He thought about what that Snorlax could have tasted like... his friends were half bad-looking either. Such a wasted opportunity. Kind of like how he made Duncan waste his money on something he didn't even want anymore...


...and that's when it hit him.


"...hey, Duncan."


"Yeah?"


"I'm gonna cheat a little. WAIT WAIT WAIT HEAR ME OUT!"


"..."


"You're havin' trouble with the rent, riiiight?"


"...uh huh..."


"And you just spent like, somethin'-hundred dollars on food, and that was for the rent, riiiight?"


"Yeaaah..."


"Weeeell, you can get back. Here's the plan...." He signaled Duncan to come closer, and whispered in the ape's ear.


"...I see...I mean, I dunno Fernando. Look at all of the people in here. You can't eat that much."


"Well of course I can? I've eaten a whole GYARADOS once!"


"........" ...people overheard him.


"...err, one that was wild and cooked! Like sushi!"


"..." Then everyone went back to what they were doing.


"...phew. You know what to do, right Duncan?"


"Yeah yeah, just gimme a second." The Electivire folded his arms, and strained. Watching Duncan, Fernando began to lean out of his seat, preparing himself for what was about to happen. A wave of electricity suddenly burst throughout the entire restaurant as Duncan spread his arms away from him. He inflicted paralysis instantly on every Pokémon there, besides Fernando.


"Thanks Dunc!"


"*huff*...no problemo...whew..."


Fernando stood up from his booth. The eyes of every Pokémon lead right to the Emboar as he stood tall and high, bearing a mischievous smile on his fat face. Many people were awfully confused, though some had already gotten an idea of what was going on as they watched the Emboar lick his lips rather eagerly. "Now...where should I start?" He looked around for a bit before spotting a lone Ivysaur, frozen in place with food in its mouth. "...hmm..." With powerful steps, he approached the fattened plant beast ominously, and picked them up by the bulb. "An Ivysaur..." Fernando licked his lips once again. "You seem a decent appetizer." The Emboar shoved the saur into his mouth and held it by its sides, as if he were eating a sandwich. Already its body had been nearly entirely cut off from the outside world by that shove alone; its head was enveloped around Fernando's lips. The Emboar turned to all the other frozen Pokémon watching the Ivysaur being eaten in shock, and with one hearty gulp, it was gone, dropped into a gracious bath of stomach acids.


"BUUUUURP!!!" A burst of flames erupted as Fernando belched triumphantly. He looked over to a small family of Rattata with one fatherly Alolan-Raticate in particular that appeared to be extra plump. Walking up to them, Fernando didn't hesitate to make a meal out of them as well. He swallowed up three little boys all at the same time, and ate the older siblings with ease. His belly was already beginning to swell as he ate, so much that his girth pressed smotheringly against the the father's face. The rat heard the gurgles and churns grumbling from Fernando's belly, and instantly his pupils shrank. When Fernando grabbed him by the tail, he was raised above the boar's head, lowered into his humid mouth, and lunged into his tank of belly acids with one hearty gulp.


"BEEEEEEEELCH!! Ahhhh...alright, I think that's enough appetizers for now... hey Duncan, whadda think I should eat next?"


"Hmm?" Duncan was apparently taking money out of the cash register. "Oh, uh... maybe that Blaziken over there." He pointed to it before going about his business again.


Fernando looked over to his right, and saw the rooster with its arm raised, ready to eat a chicken leg. Was it cannibalism? ("Oh no, no no nooooooo please don't come over here...") The Blaziken thought. Sadly, Fernando was coming over there. He took the chicken leg from his claws and said, "Gee, thanks." before eating the meat off of it and then the Blaziken. He was much bigger than the Ivysaur and Raticate, so much, that Fernando had to lift him up in order to eat him. He swallowed the chicken's arms first, in which the flabby fat on them spilled into Fernando's mouth and bloated his chubby cheeks. He drooled over the strong chicken flavor the Blaziken had, even started to blush, though he wasted no time with the rest of the bird. "glurp...glurp...glurp..." Eventually, when only it's bear feet and tail feathers were left, gravity happily took over and dropped the Blaziken down into Fernando's gut, swelling his girth tenfold in the process.


"Oooooh...*BURP!*, ugh-- BEEEEEEELCH!!!...ughhh..." His belly had been stretched several feet away from him. Outlines of the Blaziken and Rattata family formed on his belly as the Pokémon struggled and fought for space. Fernando had to drag his stomach on the ground as he turned to face the remaining mons. "Phew...I'm gettin' kinda full now..."


"See? I told ya that this was a lot to eat." Duncan abruptly said.


"I can still go on. I just...need a bit...more...room... BWUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!! UUUUURP! UUURP! uurp! uurp...urp..." He let out a belch so monstrous, that it echoed several times over. The scent of chicken, rat and a hint of plants fumigated the air. Fernando's belly shrunk a tad too. "...okay, I think I'm good."


Duncan waved a paw in front of his face. "Phew...well okay then. I'm gonna go get some fresh air..."


"Heh heh heh, you go do that. Now...back to business." Like a monster rampaging throughout a city, Fernando began devouring every Pokémon in sight. From the obese customers, go the employees who were also frozen in place, he was going for them all. The Emboar's girth grew to such an unfathomable size that he couldn't even bend over anymore, he'd bury his own face in fat if he tried. Regardless, he ate just as fast. Fernando's body fattened tremendously as he went about his eating spree, mostly around his midsection. His obese form grew, from his thighs nearly doubling in size, to his moobs becoming comparable to literal body pillows. He ate noisier than ever, constantly licking his lips every 5 seconds and even snorting like a pig. To watch him eat so voraciously was hard for the paralyzed Pokémon, and yet nobody was able to look away.


"BUUUURP! BUUUURRRP! BUUUUUUUURRRP!" He began belching carelessly, sometimes spewing embers from his lips. The acids within him began to boil even more, melting away his victims rather gradually. "Mmm, mmmm!~" The Emboar was absolute Vore heaven. Nothing else was in his mind but food, food and more food. He felt like this would go on forever, endlessly fattening himself until he was big enough to fill the whole restaurant, and by the looks of it, that very thought was becoming a reality. His body was slowly spreading out into a blobby mass of fat, from his rump cheeks engulfing the doors to his belly flooding over all the tables in the building. He had already grown so tall that his head was just inches away from touching the ceiling. "*guuuRRRRggGGle*..." As Fernando's belly rumbled, so did the restaurant. Anything and everything that there was to fall down certainly had. Napkin holders, plates of food, garbage disposals...and that was just a few things. He caused a literal earthquake from mere digestion, and his burps were even more powerful than that! After some time, when the restaurant was wrecked and almost everyone was eaten, Fernando held his last victim in his hand, a chubby little Noivern.


"You're the last one, huh? Welp...can't believe I'm almost done already..." The Noivern fainted out of fear as he watched the Emboar lick his lips one last time, before tunneling down Fernando's blubbery throat and diving into his stomach.


"Ugghhhh...BUUUUUUUURRRP! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELCH!!" The windows eventually shattered from the empowering quake of his belch. After a short rest, the Emboar leaned and scooched about, until he was able to look out one of them. "...oooooh...Dunc...? Duncan...?"


"I'm over here." The Electivire appeared from the right.


"...I...really got ahead of myself this time, huh? Heh heh heeeeh..."


"I told you it'd be a lot to stomach, literally."


"*BUUURP!*, ugh, 'xcuse me."


"Feelin' pretty full right now, aren't ya?"


"Yeah...well, hey. On the bright side, eh, you can get your money back from the cash register..."


"...you're mad at me, aren't you?"


"Pfft, mad? This happens way too much to get mad at nowadays. Don't worry about it Fernando. Right now, we need to find a way to get you outta there before somebody--"


"CREEEAK..."


"U-uh...Duncan...run!" As sudden as sudden could be, the entire building just collapsed. The walls fell out of place like dominos, the ceiling crashed on top of Fernando's blobby back, and things like tables and other materials were spilling out of the Emboar's rolls beyond rolls of body fat. In a matter of minutes, what was just a fast food restaurant had been instantly reduced to a blobby Emboar both covered and surrounded in shambles. Poppers had literally been destroyed.


"...*huff*...*huff*...*huff*..." Duncan had just barely leaped away, only getting some dust and debris on his fur. The ape shook slightly before eventually standing up with wobbly legs.


"................."


"...orrrrr that. T-that works too."


"...man...I kinda liked this place too... how am I gonna get back to normal?"


"...well, there's always that weight loss training I did when I got fat."


"Training? I thought you said that you went to the gym."


"I did."


"Then how are you gonna..."


"You'll see Fernando, you'll see. For now...I think I'll just call Ms. Phox and have her get us out of here, hope she's not still upset from last time."


"Thanks Duncan..."


"No prob. ...oh, and Fernando?"


"Yeah Dunc?"


"Start getting a handle on all this, k? A real handle?"


"... heh, I'll try."





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Story written by © SinnohianSkunk