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“Another ordinary day for another ordinary Chespin,” Polo yawned as he stretched in bed awakening at eight o’clock like he did every day. The sun was already up on a nice summer day and shining brightly as he climbed out of bed and entered his bathroom to freshen up and wash away the sleepiness from his face.
He then made his way to his fridge to grab the milk and then a box of his favorite cereal, Poke’O’s. He mixed them both in a bowl like he always did and with spoon in paw he munched it up as the cereal crackled as it absorbed the milk. It only took Polo a few minutes to gobble up his morning nutrition and gulp down the milk afterwards. He then returned the milk and cereal back to their respective spots in his kitchen till their next use and he washed his cereal bowl in the sink and dried it with a dish towel before placing it back in its reapective spot too. “Another ordinary breakfast,” Polo said sounding satisfied as he rubbed his belly contently. “Now I’m ready to start my day.”
Making his way to the door, he opened it and passed on through to greet the morning and his friends in his hometown of Hilltop. It was a small village, allowing one to know the names of everyone else who lived their and be able to see them all before it lunchtime, something that Polo did pretty much every day and like always, he started with his nextdoor neighbor Pyr the Charmeleon. Walking over to his house, he was where he usually was at this time of day, on his front yard, working out.
“47… 48… 49… 50!” Pyr panted as he lifted up dumbells that were marked fifty pounds each. Sweat dripped from every inch of his body as he slowly bent down to drop the heavy weights onto the ground. He then grabbed his sweat rag to dry himself off, the stinky fabric already smelling ripe from him using it to dry off since he had started his workout.
“I see you’re still pushing your limits,” commented Polo as he approached his fiery friend. “Are you planning on being a world class battler or something?”
“That’d be sweet, but I don’t think that’s the stage for me,” he admitted with a smile as he dried off his chest. “I’m much more a bodybuilder than an actual fighter. Just take a look at these guns.” Flexing his arm, his muscles bulged and showed the fruits of his labor. Just looking at how chiseled he was left Polo a bit intimidated and it only got worse as he watched Pyr flex more showing how every inch of his body seemed toned to the limit without a bit of flab to be found. Looking at his scrawny-by-comparison friend shrink away as he flexed, Pyr smiled a little and took a step forward. “Come on man! I won’t bite. You know I’m as gentle as a Skitty.” He then grabbed Polo in a headlock to noogie him. “And you are my little buddy.”
“True, but you have a Vice Grip like a Kingler,” wheezed Polo turning red in the face.
“Oh, sorry,” he blushed letting the Chespin go. “Hard to restrain myself when I’m in the middle of my workout.”
“I don’t know what’s worse,” commented Polo breathing for air while he held his nose. “The headlocks or the BO. Seriously, you smell like a a Stunky that rolled around in a basket full of old sweatsocks.”
“I don’t smell that bad!” cried Pyr sniffing his pit and quickly realizing that was a big mistake as he turned a shade of green. “Ok, maybe I do.”
“Well, that’s just how you are,” chuckled Polo as he tried to pick up one of Pyr’s dumbbells. “You smell as strong as you are.” Even using all his might on one of them, he was barely able to lift it up. “And man, you are very, very strong!”
“You think so?” he asked lifting up the dumbell Polo was holding and Polo himself with one arm.
“Totally,” he agreed and the two started to laugh.
“See ya later,” Polo waved bye to Pyr a short while later as he went to see another of his friends, this time following his nose once he caught the scent of something delicious and freshly baked in the air. It led him to the town bakery that was already bustling with a number of the other residents were gathered around.
“Looks like Honey’s fan club is as eager to see her as always.”
“Hey y’all,” greeted a Buneary as she came out of her bakery with a tray of piping hot cinnamon rolls in a basket. “Anyone up for some of my sweet cinnabuns?”
“Me!” answered Rattata licking his chops.
“I am!” an Oshawott raised his hand, his face blushing so much it was mostly red.
“We love you...r baked goods!” a Pancham blurted out, but quickly recovered at the last second.
“Oh, hey there, Honey,” greeted Polo as he approached her.
“Hiya, darling,” Honey greeted Polo after greeting all of her admirers. She rubbed a paw over his head and gave him a warm smile. “Did you come this way just to see lil ole’ me?”
“Don’t I always,” blushed Polo unable to deny being somewhat smitten with her as well.
“Death to the Chespin!!!” was written on the half dozen of Honey’s admirers seeing him get a head rub on top of a greeting.
“Um, maybe I should get going,”suggested Polo sensing the bloodlust in the air.
“Nonsense,” she replied grabbing his paw and leading him over to a table in front of the bakery. “Take a seat and try one of my cinnabuns. They’re really yummy.”
“Uh… okay,” nodded Polo as he was handed one.
“Die!” all of Honey’s admirer’s thought internally as they were ready to pounce and mutilate Polo at any moment.
“Come on now, everyone,” Honey turned to her admirers. “I’ve got enough here for y’all so let’s dig in!”
“We’d love to!” they answered lovingly as they all sat as close to Honey as they could, leaving Polo along on the other side of the table where he sighed with relief that they had already forgotten he existed.
“Hard to tell if she knows how much they adore her and just enjoys the attention or if she’s as pure and innocent as she appears,” pondered Polo as he took a bite of his cinnamon roll and felt like he was tasting a sweet cloud. “Oh, but she has the best buns in the world!”
“Thanks for the snack,” Polo told Honey once he had finished and was on his way once more.
“You better come back tomorrow, ya hear,” Honey called to Polo.
“Yeah! Come again!” her admirers told him on the outside.
“Show your face here again and we’ll rip you to shreds!” her admirers threatened him on the inside.
“We’ll see who rips who to shreds!” hissed Polo internally. “Whoa, gotta wonder what she puts in those cinnamon rolls,” he wondered.
Continuing on his way, through the village, Polo soon overheard some sobbing nearby. Lifting up his ears, he followed the noise to its source, soon arriving as he expected, at the burrow of another friend of his, Granite the Drilbur. She held a small pair of old-fashioned spectacles with one arm and held a novel in the other. Tears were running down her face as she couldn’t seem to stop crying.
“In the middle of another of your romance novels, Granite?” asked Polo as he approached her.
“Uh huh,” she sniffled and wiped her face dry before more tears began to well up in her eyes. “It’s just so sad. Dyna the Delcatty just received the terrible news that her fiance, Rovio the Arcanine, was killed in the war. Now she’s wondering if she should accept Tible the Houndoom’s marriage proposal, but she doesn’t know that Rovio is still alive and fighting to survive and make it back to his allies, his love for his beloved the only thing keeping him going. Oh, it is such a beautiful and heart wrenching tale! How could I not be moved to tears by it?”
“I guess,” commented Polo. “But you read this one before. You know that things will work out in the end.”
“I know,” she whimpered sadly. “But it hasn’t happened yet. So till I can cry tears of joy I am crying tears of sorrow.”
“I can understand maybe crying the first time you read it, but, when you know what is gonna happen, I don’t see why it should move you to tears now.”
“You don’t?” sobbed Granite as she flipped through the book and then handed it over to Polo. “Then try reading this part.”
“Let’s see here,” replied Polo as he started to read. “Dyna was anxious as could be as she awaited the mail. It had been far too long since she received word from her beloved and the thought of tragedy befalling him, that haunted her dreams, seemed like it might now be a cruel reality. Shaking her head to banish such thoughts, she opened the door. Her heart skipped a beat as a couple Pokemon stood there in uniforms identical to the one Rovio had on before his departure. Like an icy hand was clenching her heart tight, she felt the most dreadful chill all over her body.” Polo continued to read as his paws started to tremble as each emotional sentence shook the very foundation of his being. He struggled to keep his cool knowing full well everything that would transpire for the rest of the book. He knew it would be a happy ending, but even with that knowledge, he could feel the pain that Dyna was going through now. He could feel that same agony. Gritting his teeth as his eyes watered, he tried to fight it, but it was futile. He began to sob hysterically. “Oh, it’s too sad!”
“Not so easy, is it,” cried Granite as she took the book back before he stained it with tears.
“No,” sniffled Polo trying to regain his composure. “I think I need a few minutes.”
“So, you must be excited to finally be leaving for the big city?” Granite asked.
“Wha?” sniffled Polo still trying to stop crying. “Oh, uh, yeah. Only about a week away. Hard to believe I’ll finally be leaving this place.”
“I know,” Granite sobbed fresh tears. “I’m gonna miss you so much!”
“I’m gonna miss you guys too!” cried Polo and the two of them hugged.
“It’s sad, but I bet you have a lot of stuff planned to do once you get there,” she added.
“Y-Yeah,” answered Polo with some hesitation in his voice. “S-Sure…” His tears dried up quickly as he averted his eyes as the same question that had been plaguing him for ages reared its ugly head once more, “What do I wanna do?”
“What do I wanna do?” sighed Polo a while later after having departed from Granite and then proceeded to take a walk. “That’s always been my problem. I’m just an ordinary Chespin… too ordinary. I don’t do anything that is unique to me. Pyr is the strong one and Honey is the beloved one and Granite is the emotional one that loves reading. But what am I? The cereal eating one that greets his friends and then takes long aimless walks around his village everyday?”
Pausing, Polo looked down and saw in front of him were his footprints, some from days or even possibly weeks ago from a previous walk he had taken around his village. “I’ve made this same walk around my village more times than I can count, but all I’ve been doing is going in circles,” groaned Polo with frustration. “It’ll probably be the same thing if I move to the big city or if I were to go anywhere else. I’ll just be going nowhere fast. I hate that! I want to have something I like. Anything! I don’t want to be stuck in a dull loop forever.”
Muscles tightening, Polo took a step off his beaten path, determined to break out of his monotony. Though it was but one step he felt a sense of satisfaction for it and smiled. He quickly became more than eager to take another step and another and- “Ahhh!!!” cried Polo as he walked all the way to the edge of a hill and tripped off of it. He bounced and rolled and tumbled all the way down. The only thing he had to be grateful for was the fact he didn’t hit anything hard like a rock or a tree, but that was the only positive. With how fast he was rolling, everything was spinning much too fast for him to see anything save for a blurr. Even when he came to a sudden and surprisingly cushioned stop the world around him was still spinning and he felt a bit nauseous from it too.
“Ugh,” he moaned as he stared of up the sky that looked like the clouds were circling overhead.
“Are you okay?” asked a voice that Polo didn’t recognize.
“Huh? Wha?” he asked not fully back to his senses yet then he saw there was a Lucario kneeling by his side.
“I asked if you are okay,” he asked again nudging Chespin some. “That was quite a nasty tumble you took.”
“Oh, yeah,” Polo nodded and sat up. “I’m a little banged up, but I think I’m okay. At least I collided with something soft.”
“Heheh, you’re welcome,” he blushed. “I guess my belly is quite soft.”
“Yeah, it is,” replied Polo before pausing. “Wait… your belly?”
“Yeah, this little guy,” chuckled the Lucario as he patted his quite rotund gut that would have put a Hariyama’s belly to shame. The rest of the Lucario was quite fat as well, from his meaty arms to his double chin and and chubby cheeks, to the chubby cheeks rounding out his rear as well. Polo hadn’t seen many Lucario before, but he certainly never seen one like this before either.
“He doesn’t seem so little to me,” commented Polo. “Uh, was that rude of me to say?”
“Not at all,” he smiled patting his belly and made it wobble almost hypnotically to Polo. “I love being a big fatty, though I’m a small fatty compared to a lot of the others.”
“There are others like you?” asked Polo curiously. “Other Pokemon that like to be fat?”
“Of course,” the Lucario answered. “We love to eat and get all round and cuddly. To us there’s nothing better.”
“Well, that’s… very interesting,” admitted Polo as he tried getting up only to feel a sharp pain in his ankle and drop down onto his rump. “Owie!”
“Looks like you took a little more than a little beating,” replied the Lucario taking a closer look at the Chespin. “Your ankle is a little swollen. Probably got sprained when you fell.” The Lucario picked him up Polo and started to carry him off.
“Where are you taking me?” asked Polo feeling a bit embarrassed to be held in such lard-filled arms.
“Back to my campsite,” he answered. “Just a stone’s throw away. I should have a Super Potion or something to help you and then with a little rest you’ll be all better.”
“Oh, well, thanks for that,” replied Polo. “First you broke my fall and now you’re helping to heal me. I really owe you mister… uh…”
“Guess introductions are in order,” he said. “My name’s Magis. So, what’s the name of my new, lil bud?”
“Polo,” he replied. “Nice to meet ya, Magis.”
“The pleasure’s all mine,” Magis replied as he reached his campsite and sat Polo down before rummaging through his supplied, tossing boxes of cookies and bags of chips, among many other tasty edibles before he pulled out a Super Potion. “Aha! I knew I made sure to save some space for at least one.”
“You sure like to eat,” noted Polo as Magis spray the Super Potion on him and then carefully bandaged it. Despite his chubby digits, he proved quite gentle and precise.
“I love to be fat and eat so it makes sense for me to pack tons of yummy things,” he chuckled. “But I’m never too gluttonous to be able to share. So here, have some tasty cakes.”
Magis tossed a pack of them over to Polo who looked at the bag curiously. He had eaten them in the past as well as practically all the other snacks he could see that Magis had littered on the ground in his search for the Super Potion, but he never imagined someone being able to eat so much that they’d end up as big as the Lucario sitting before him. Turning back to Magis, he had already begun helping himself to the other snacks he had, munching them down with a gleeful look on his face.
“Oh, mmm, these are so good,” he murred with a blissful look on his face and his cheeks were red from blushing. “Just so yummy and scrumptious in my tummy and bound to give me a fair bit more pudge before long. I bet I’ll gain another hundred pounds at this rate. I’m so excited to see how I’ll look then. Maybe I’ll get another chin or droopier love handles. Perhaps my moobs will get even more pronounced than they are now.”
“You certainly are passionate about being fat and getting even fatter,” observed Polo looking very red in the face himself from seeing the obese Lucario swoon over his own fatness. Unable to look away he had a little trouble unwrapping his tasty cake, but a few more tugs and he removed the plastic wrapping.
“It’s what I live for,” he answered. “It is the thing I love to do. Sure it might seem strange to some, but to others like me there is nothing more fulfilling in life.”
“I don’t think it’s strange,” admitted Polo. “It actually must be nice just being able to eat and get fat, though I think my friend Pyr would be quite flabbergasted by it. Honey would probably be delighted to feed someone who loved to eat tasty things so much. As for Granite… well, she’d probably cry like usual, though I’m not sure what kind of tears they’d be.”
“Is that so?” laughed Magis. “Well, I wonder how they’d feel to see a ton of fatties. A bunch more will be gathering here tomorrow for a little get together. You can come if you’d like.”
“Sounds interesting, but I’m not sure,” replied Polo. “I don’t know if I’d fit in with a bunch of fatties when I’m so not… fatty.”
“We can always fix that,” offered Magis with a smile as he leaned over and gave Polo’s belly a poke hardly feeling any chub there at all. “It’d take quite a lot of work, but we all have to start from pound one.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Polo replied as he bit into his tasty cake and enjoyed the chocolate flavor and the vanilla filling. As he did, he looked down at his belly and wondered what it’d be like to have some more pudge on it.
Time passed as the two sat around, munching on snacks and talking. Before they even knew it, the sky was turning dark as the sun had begun to set. “Is it really this late out?” asked Polo as he looked up at the sky. “How long have we been sitting here?”
“At least a few hours,” figured Magis as he stuffed another donut past his lips. “Time flies when you binge.”
“It sure does,” he agreed getting up and checking out his ankle. “At least I feel much better now. I should be able to make it back home no problem now. Would you like to come with?”
“I would, but I don’t know if I’d fit through your door,” laughed Magis. “But don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine camping out here. I still have plenty of snacks to nom on.”
“Heheh, yeah you do,” nodded Polo as he started to take his leave.
“If you are still considering it, I hope I’ll get to see you back here tomorrow,” he called out to Polo.
“Maybe,” he waved back as he headed for home. Along the way, Polo pressed his paws against his belly feeling it crammed full of all that junk food he had eaten. He gave it some rubs and continued to ponder if he really should take him up on his offer.
“This is the life,” murred Polo as he sat on his couch, though he was so morbidly obese that his rear covered over the entire thing and then some. His arms and legs were so thick with fat that they were completely useless. They were more like anchors weighing him down along with the rest of his ample girth. His rear was like an all consuming blubber. Anything he sat on that was large enough to contain it soon found it swell even further with obesity till it became completely enveloped. The Snorlax-sized belly he possessed was quite a sight as well. So huge and heavy the even Pyr’s strength was not enough to heft it up and now he was stuck beneath that ton of bulk, his head and claws barely sticking out from beneath it.
“So heavy,” wheezed Pyr. “Looks like I need a lot more training to do.”
“Heheh, why bother working out your muscles when you can work out your belly instead?” chuckled Polo. “It’s lots more fun being big and doughy than sweaty and smelly.”
“I don’t smell… any worse than usual,” he tried to counter, but knew it was a fact he couldn’t deny.
There was then a rumble from the obese Chespin’s belly, indicating one thing. He was hungry again. “Oh, time for my tubby hubby’s snack time,” smiled Honey resting between Polo’s massive moobs. “You ready for some more yummy cinnabuns?”
“I’m always ready for your cinnabuns,” blushed Polo on his massively chubby cheeks. Honey climbed up his multi chin and rubbing his nose making him blush further.
“Open up sweetness,” she told him holding a great big cinnamon bun. Polo opened his maw and happily munched it up. When he finished that one, she had another ready and fed that one to him followed by another and another and another. With each one he consumed, Polo fattened up further and further. Smiling big, Polo couldn’t help love the sweet confections he was devouring and his ever increasingly fat body. Honey seemed to like this too as she gave his nose a kiss and hugged his fat face as best as she could get her arms around. “How is that?”
“More! More!” cheered the overweight Pokemon happily. “More! More!”
“More… More…” mumbled Polo in his sleep as he tossed and turned. Eventually, he awoke and found he was in his bed, not a pound heavier than normal.
“That was all a dream, I guess,” he said to himself as he reminisced about it. “I was so hugely fat and I liked it… and I think I still do…”
Sitting up in bed, Polo couldn’t get the image of his obese self out of his head. He rubbed his belly feeling disappointed that he could feel his ribs without having to feel it through several feet of pudge. He let out a sigh and then shook his head. “No. That’s all just silly. I couldn’t possibly end up that obese like that Lucario. I’m not a gainer like that. There’s no way I could ever hope to be that big even if I wanted to. Not that I want to… do I?”
As he pondered this, Polo climbed out of bed and made his way to his kitchen. He opened a cabinet, took out a box of cookies and, from the fridge, he grabbed a container of milk. He looked outside and saw that it was nowhere near to being sunrise yet. “Can’t sleep so might as well have a little snack,” he told himself as he started to munch on the cookies and chugged the milk to wash them down. He repeated this a few times before he emptied the box of cookies, the typical stopping point he had for any of his late night snacks. However, with the thought of being fat still in his head, he found himself grabbing another box of cookies from the cabinet and started on them too, along with drinking more of the milk, eventually downing all of them too.
“Urp!” he belched spewing some cookie crumbs that were on his muzzle. He wiped off his milk mustache and then searched for what he wanted next, this time grabbing a bag of cheesy chips. Opening the bag, he was hit with the powerful smell of artificial cheese flavoring. Polo scarfed down a few pawfuls before grabbing a soda from the fridge and chugged some of it down. Continuing with his binge, he finished that bag of chips along with a few others as he whittled down the soda to nothing too. After that he checked his freezer and found an as of yet untouched tub of ice cream. Grabbing a spoon, he worked on that, eating the frozen, dairy dessert, filling his already crammed full of junk stomach even further. His belly started to ache a bit as he forced himself to keep on binging, but Polo ignored it like he was possessed. Not till he gulped down the last bit of ice cream and reclined back feeling ready to burst did his late night snack reach a conclusion.
“I think I overdid it,” groaned Polo rubbing his belly to soothe it. “I’m so full I feel sick. This was such a bad idea… but why do I also feel a strange sense of satisfaction from it too?” Polo tried to think about this, but before he could come up with an answer, the sun finally creeped in through the window of his home and alerted him that dawn had finally arrived. “It’s still a bit early, but looks like it’s time to start the day,” Polo said to himself before dozing off.
It was the middle of the afternoon when Polo finally awoke again and got himself ready for the day. He washed himself up first. With his belly still painfully full from the binge before, he skipped breakfast. Heading out of the house, he held his gut as he hurried and passed by Pyr’s house.
“Hey, Polo!” called Pyr as he did lunges. “Overslept a little, I see.”
“Yeah,” Polo called back as he waddled past him. “Had some trouble sleeping, but I’m fine. Sorry, for crushing you under my gut in my dream. Gotta go now. See ya!”
“Wonder what he’s in such a hurry for?” wondered Pyr. “And he crushed me under his gut in a dream? Preposterous! I’ll just have to exercise twice as hard then.” Returning to his lunges, Pyr began to push his limits even harder. “Your belly is too heavy for me? Ha! Not even in your dreams!”
“Now where was it that I saw Magis?” pondered Polo as he walked the path around the village as he usually did, though, this time, he was searching for the overweight Lucario he had seen the day before. “I have to find him. He has to tell me more about this whole being fat thing. It’s… intriguing.” Stopping, he looked around. “This seems to be the place where I fell down and bumped into him before. Perhaps he’s still around here.” Heading towards the edge of the hill, he tried to carefully walk down, but, just like last time, his foot slipped and he tumbled gaphazardly once more. “Not- again- owie!” Unable to stop himself, Polo was once more at the mercy of gravity and just like last time his fall was eventually broken by something big and soft, only this time found himself stuck.
“Huh? What was that?” questioned an extremely obese Vaporeon as she looked around. “Felt like someone just gave my rump a slap but there’s nobody else here.”
“Maybe it was a shy admirer,” suggested Magis. “Wanting to give that big booty of yours a little slap to watch it bounce and jiggle.”
“I do like that,” she murred. “I just wish they would have stuck around to slap it some more. I enjoy that very much.”
“Allow me,” offered Magis as he groped her insanely plump thighs making her blush brightly. Then lifting his paw up, his gave her rump a blubber-jiggling slap.
Oh, I like that,” she purred with bliss.
“What’s going on?” wondered a muffled Polo. He was wedged in one of the Vaporeon’s fat folds and stuck good. “Where am I? Why’s it so dark and why is everything shaking all of a sudden?”
“Again! Again!” pleaded the Vaporeon as she rubbed up against Magis and shook her booty.
“Heheh, that’s enough for now,” smiled Magis as he rubbed her chins. “The others are waiting for us. We don’t wanna miss out on all the fun now, do we?”
“I was already having fun,” she told him. “But, sure, let’s go.”
“Feels like I’m moving now,” groaned the trapped Chespin as he struggled to get free, managing to slowly inch his way out of the fat fold. After a while, he once more came to a stop and he could hear lots of chatter going on all around him along with a few more startling quivers. “What in the world is going on?” he wondered. “Just what is- whoa!” Polo felt something grab his foot and pull him the rest of the way of his confinement.
“Hey, Merc, you had something wedged in your thigh fat,” a sumorized Machoke told her. “You forget to look where you sit again?”
“I’ve been careful to ask for their consent first,” the Vaporeon replied as turned to see who it was that had been stuck in her folds. Getting a look at him, she couldn’t help but notice his still somewhat stuffed gut and smiled. “Well, who do we have here? Little one, what’s your name?”
“P-P-Polo,” answered the Chespin blushing brightly as a she looked upon him with seductive eyes.
“What a lovely name,” she murred. Turning to the Machoke, she spoke to him. “Give me a moment to speak with my little admirer, would you?”
“Heheh, lucky little chubber,” snickered the Machoke. “Ok, Merc, he’s all yours.”
“Thanks, Tank,” she smiled as he placed Polo onto the ground. She then sat upon her massive belly, resting upon it like it was a bed and looked down upon the awestruct Chespin. “He’s right, you are a lucky chubber.”
“Ch-chubber?” asked Polo as he stared in awe.
“It is what we call new fatties,” she answered. “And looks like you are very new. You just had your very first big binge by the way your gut looks.” She pressed her paw against his gut feeling it was still quite solid. “A nice start. Just keep it up and you’ll look so wonderful before you know it.”
“Th-Th-Thanks,” stuttered Polo certain that he was going to burst from how much pressure he felt building up inside his body. “Your name was Merc, right?”
“Short for Mercury,” she told him. “A lovely name for a Water Type.” She moved her head closer to Polo and he was certain she was going to kiss him, but instead she licked his face. He liked that too. “Mmm, not bad,” said Merc as she slid her tongue across her lips. Drool then started to overflow in her maw and run down her chins. “Good enough, in fact, to eat!” Opening her maw, she leaned in to snatch up the overwhelmed Chespin.
“That’s enough out of you,” Magis told Merc as he pulled her back by her tail to keep Polo in a safe range from her. “We are only eating food here.”
“Oh, but I’ll only leave him in there for a little while,” she replied as the drool came running down her chins like a waterfall.
“We know how you get when you’re hungry,” Magis replied and gave another slap to her reddened, blubbery, and rubbery rear to make it bounce and jiggle again. “Bad girl.”
“Murr, if you treat me like that, how do you think I’ll act?” she purred.
“That’ll be the last one you get if you don’t behave better,” he told her more sternly. “Now, Marshall will be back with food with the others soon. You can eat some of that instead.”
“Fine,” she scoffed. “He wouldn’t have been very appetizing for me, yet, anyway.” Rising off her fat belly, she waddled away to find another place to sit down and wait for the food to arrive.
“Are you alright?” Magis asked Polo trying to get him back to his senses.
“Huh? What happened?” asked Polo looking around. “Where am I? Is this what the inside of a Vaporeon looks like?”
“No, you weren’t eaten,” Magis told him. “I pulled her away before she had a chance to chomp. A word of advice, if a fatty gives you a lick, and if you don’t wanna be on the wrong side of a meal, you better start running.”
“I didn’t know Pokemon ate other Pokemon,” commented Polo. “It’s… it’s… interesting. Frightening, but interesting.”
“Sorry that you had to experience something like that,” apologized Magis. “A lot of chubbers get scared of because vorriors.”
“Vorriors?” asked Polo for a second. “Oh, is that a mix of vore and warrior?”
“Catching on quick,” smiled Magis. “How about I show you around to some more of the fatties around here?” Polo nodded and followed Magis towards the Machoke from earlier. “This here is Tank.”
“I met him before,” Polo replied. “He got me out of Merc’s blubber.”
“Looks like you survived Merc,” he chuckled. “Got a bit of good luck on your side too. That Vaporeon is a moneater if ever there was one.”
“You knew and were just gonna let her eat me?” worried Polo.
“I might have eaten you myself if she didn’t,” he taunted.
Magis looked at Polo who hid behind his meaty thigh nervously. Smiling, he petted him on the head. “Don’t worry. Despite Tank’s name, he’s a creampuff and there’s only one way to deal with creampuffs.”
“What is it?” asked Polo. “What’s a creampuff?”
“They have one big weakness,” explained Magis as he pressed a paw into the Machoke’s doughy belly and quickly a snicker escaped the Machoke’s maw.
“C-Cut it out,” Tank replied taking a step back, but Magis smirked and took a step towards him and pressed another paw into his belly and started to rub over it. In seconds the huge, hefty Pokemon was on the ground in stitches. He was laughing so hard that he was tearing up. “Please! Mercy!”
“Creampuffs,” defined Magis. “They typically try to act tough, but only to hide how soft they really are. In this one’s case, he’s incredibly ticklish. You don’t even have to try hard to get this one into a laughing fit. Go on, give it a try.”
“Okay,” nodded Polo as he pressed a paw into Tank’s fatty side.
“Heheheh, no, not you too!” he cackled as he flailed about. Polo kept at it for a bit, amazed that even when he was not trying to tickle him he wailed loudly with laughter. When he stopped tickling him altogether Tank still was full of laughter and slowly it died down to a chuckle as they walked away from him.
“What are you?” asked Polo. “I mean, if I’m a chubber, Merc is a vorrior, and Tank is a creampuff, what are you?”
“Just a fatty,” he admitted. “I don’t think I’m unique beyond being a fatty.”
“I think you’re amazing,” replied Polo. “You’re nice, cheerful, and you helped me out a ton and you only just met me yesterday.”
“Heheh, thanks,” he smiled. “I think you’re quite something too. It’s been a while since I first started gaining and it always warms my belly seeing another fatty-to-be. Your belly is small right now, but in a bit you’ll start to put on some real pudge.”
“I’ll give it my best shot,” promised Polo.
“I know you will,” Magis patted him on the head. “Now how’s about we see all the other fatties around here.” Following behind his obese friend, Polo walked around to see the other fatties around.
“I’ve never seen so much… obesity,” stated Polo when he tried to find the right word to describe the numerous overweight Pokemon he was introduced to, each so round and blubberous that each individually weighed as much as all the Pokemon in his village did, combined, if not more.
“Thanks, we do try,” smiled Magis as he munched on a PokePuff. “It isn’t always easy to maintain such wide and wobbly figures, especially when the food is as late arriving as it is right now.”
“The food is late?” asked Polo confused as he saw every Pokemon there was stuffing themselves with one thing or another. “But everyone here is eating.”
“Just the food they brought here,” Magis explained. “Marshall and the others were in charge of bringing the food for our get together. I hope they didn’t get hungry on the way here and eat it all themselves.”
“Food’s here!” came a voice that Polo didn’t recognize from the numerous overweight Pokemon he met. Turning around, he saw the biggest Marshtomp he had ever seen in his life (though that was true for every Pokemon he had met today).
“Bout time,” grinned Magis as he approached his fat friend. “That gut weighing you down or something?”
“More and more every day, I reckon,” he joked as the two did a belly bump with one another. “I’ll be immobile before long, at the rate I’m going.”
“Heh, I’ll be too fat to move long before you then,” teased Magis giving his belly a pat.
“Hello, Mars,” greeted Merc now on her back and looking quite bored and hungry from waiting. “You did remember my fish, didn’t you? Otherwise, I might have to sate my gluttony with you, this time.”
“Always trying to bite off more than you can chew,” Marshall laughed. “You know, you might be cute if you didn’t look at everyone else like they were the daily special.”
“Sorry, but you all just look so delicious to me that I just can’t help myself,” she replied salivating some.
“Just feed her,” Magis told Marshall. “She’s much easier to deal with when she’s full… or, at least, not starved. I’ve got a new friend here and she tried eating him once. I’d rather her not attempt it again.”
“A new friend?” asked Marshall intrigued as he tossed a massive fish over to Merc who quickly got up and began to attack it with with savage hunger. “Where is the fatty? I don’t see any new fatties and those are hard to miss. Are they a chubber?”
“Right here,” answered Magis picking up Polo to show him off. “He’s just started and this is the first time he’s ever seen so many fatties together or at all.”
“Is that so?” Marshall smiled giving Polo’s cheek a little pinch and tug. “Someone wanna not see his feet anymore?”
“Um, w-well,” blushed Polo never imagined hearing such a question being asked or that he’d hear it as a positive. “I’d like to at least try getting fat.”
“Well, you’ve come to the right place,” laughed Marshall as he patted his belly and made it bounce and wobble. “Has he had his initiation yet? By the looks of how not stuffed his belly is, I’d say he hasn’t.”
“I thought I’d save that for you,” Magis replied. “You are a stuffer after all and I can’t think of a better mon for the job.”
“You just want me to owe you one,” he replied looking through Magis’s smile.
“You know me too well,” he admitted and handed Polo off to him. “A sack of deluxe PokePuffs next get together would be compensation enough.”
“You are such a fatass,” Marshall told him.
“Takes one to know one,” remarked Magis and the two broke into a hearty laughter.
“Here, start with this, for now, and work on those chins of yours,” the Marshtomp told him, giving him a thick turkey leg that looked bigger than his head. “I’ll take care of this chubber and help him put on some real blubber.”
“Good luck,” mumbled Magis as he began chomping away at his meal.
“So, what is the name of the chubber I’ll be feeding today?” asked Marshall as he sat down and cradled Polo in one arm while he rubbed his gut soothingly with the other.
“Polo,” answered the Chespin feeling quite odd being held in such a manner. He couldn’t escape from it either as Marshall’s meaty arm held him tight on one side of his body and his hefty gut did the same on the other side. “Do you have to hold me like this?”
“It’s the easiest way to feed you,” he answered grabbing some food from the supplies he and the other Pokemon brought with them. “Now just relax and leave everything to me. I’m a stuffer after all. I love stuffing whether it be myself or others. Just the greatest of satisfactions helping add another twenty or thirty pounds. However, helping chubbers out is my greatest joy of all. Open wide and eat and drink everything I give you.”
Seeing no reason to object, Polo opened his maw and watched as a few berries were pushed into his maw for him to munch them down. As he did, he could feel Marshall’s chubby digits caress over his belly in a soothing manner. They only stopped once Polo swallowed the berries and prompted Marshall to grab some cookies to feed him next. “How’s this for you?” he asked. “Not too fast, right?”
“It’s just fine, Marshall,” Polo replied. “Very nice actually.”
“Heheh, that’s good,” he smiled caressing the Chespin’s cheek. “You’ll be a wonderfully cute fatty in no time. You’re very cute already, though. Oh, and you can call me Marshy or Mars if you’d like. I find it is better to have a more casual relationship between feeder and feedee.”
“Uh, ok, Mars,” Polo replied.
“Good,” he smiled and tickled under his chin before returning to filling his maw with cookies and then gave him more belly rubs. After the cookies came some pieces of boneless fried chicken. Polo munched them up and blushed when Mars encouraged him to lick the grease from his fingers. “Very good. A true fatty doesn’t let any calories get away.” After that, came some bars of chocolate that he chomped one chunk after another. Mars’s fingers continued to dance on his belly, the wonderful feeling they had on him was almost magical as he couldn’t even think of anything but nomming on the food that was placed before him. It didn’t even register how much he had already eaten or how stuffed he might have felt. The feeling he had was surreal, almost like he was in a dream.
“Can you keep eating?” asked Mars holding a foot long sandwich inches away from his muzzle next. Polo replied with a nod and opened his maw which in turn made a warm smile appear on the the Marshtomp’s face as he proceeded to keep on feeding him. Everything around him went away till all he knew was the food reaching his maw for him to eat and the rubs he received most on his belly. Even time seemed lost to him as he could not tell if it had only been seconds, minutes, or even hours since he had begun eating, but that made it feel all the more wonderful. If ever there was a bliss greater than this, he couldn’t imagine what it could be.
“And this should be enough for now,” decided Mars as he pushed the last bits of a slice of chocolate cake into Polo’s maw and watched him munch it up. He then gave his belly a few more rubs marveling at how hugely stuffed it was, making it look three times what it was normally and felt so solid that it felt like it one more speck of food could truly make him burst. “Don’t want you getting too full now.”
“Masterful work as always,” applauded Magis as he walked back over. “Nobody can stuff a Poke like you can.”
“You can take him now,” Mars replied. “Just be careful. He’s stuffed more than a turkey at one of our Thanksgivings.”
“I’ll be careful,” he promised as he carefully took Polo in his arm and lightly rubbed a finger on his belly with the greatest of care. “I should probably take him home to rest. He’s probably already at his limit and will need to rest for a while.”
“We’ll probably have eaten everything and be on our way long before that,” noted Mars. “Do you intend to wait around here till he wakes up again?”
“I’ve done all I can for him,” replied Magis shaking his head and looking down at his little prodigy. “If he wants to pursue the path of obesity that’ll be up to him and if he does then just maybe one day we’ll meet again. I can hope for that at least.”
“I’ll look forward to feeding him again, that’s for sure,” chuckled Mars.
“And getting a taste of him when he becomes truly delicious,” thought Merc as she licked her chops silently from a distance.
Taking one last look at all the other fatties munching down the tons of food yet to be eaten, Magis began his way in search of Polo’s home.
“Are you really ready to go?” sniffled Granite tearfully. “I’m gonna miss you. We all are.”
“I’ll miss you all too,” smiled Polo. “But I’ll be sure to visit when I can. There’s lots I wanna do in the big city.”
“Like see that Lucario?” asked Pyr. “What in the world happened between the two of you?”
“I doubt I’ll see him any time soon,” replied Polo. “But I’ve got a lot of work to do till then.” He gave his belly a few rubs feeling the new softness he had gained on it. “I hope you all don’t think it’s weird that I wanna get really fat.”
“Heh, not at all,” smiled Pyr. “Get as big as you want so I can show you that I can lift that gut of yours no problem!”
“And I always like seeing everyone enjoying my baked goods,” smiled Honey. “And you certainly have been packing them away for the last few days. I hope I made you enough for the trip.”
“I’m sure you did,” smiled Polo only to get evil glares from her admirers.
“YOU’D BEST MAKE TRACKS WHILE WE’LL ALLOW YOU TO LIVE!!!” they hissed.
“IF I WANNA GET FATTER THEN MAYBE I SHOULD EAT WITH ALL OF YOU!!!” roared Polo internally.
“What does she put in her cinnabuns?” questioned Polo not certain what keeps coming over him.
“Then if you’re all set,” sobbed Granite. “See you around. And bring back lots of good stories. Hopefully, I won’t cry too much.”
“That’ll be difficult,” chuckled Polo as he turned and started to return to the path around the village. He walked around it like he usually did, but stopped as he reached the branching path that led towards the big city. He took a deep breath and gave his belly another pat. He took his step forward and started down the new path. Then he tripped…
…and started tumbling towards new adventure once more.
WomblesFan“Another ordinary day for another ordinary Chespin,” Polo yawned as he stretched in bed awakening at eight o’clock like he did every day. The sun was already up on a nice summer day and shining brightly as he climbed out of bed and entered his bathroom to freshen up and wash away the sleepiness from his face.
He then made his way to his fridge to grab the milk and then a box of his favorite cereal, Poke’O’s. He mixed them both in a bowl like he always did and with spoon in paw he munched it up as the cereal crackled as it absorbed the milk. It only took Polo a few minutes to gobble up his morning nutrition and gulp down the milk afterwards. He then returned the milk and cereal back to their respective spots in his kitchen till their next use and he washed his cereal bowl in the sink and dried it with a dish towel before placing it back in its reapective spot too. “Another ordinary breakfast,” Polo said sounding satisfied as he rubbed his belly contently. “Now I’m ready to start my day.”
Making his way to the door, he opened it and passed on through to greet the morning and his friends in his hometown of Hilltop. It was a small village, allowing one to know the names of everyone else who lived their and be able to see them all before it lunchtime, something that Polo did pretty much every day and like always, he started with his nextdoor neighbor Pyr the Charmeleon. Walking over to his house, he was where he usually was at this time of day, on his front yard, working out.
“47… 48… 49… 50!” Pyr panted as he lifted up dumbells that were marked fifty pounds each. Sweat dripped from every inch of his body as he slowly bent down to drop the heavy weights onto the ground. He then grabbed his sweat rag to dry himself off, the stinky fabric already smelling ripe from him using it to dry off since he had started his workout.
“I see you’re still pushing your limits,” commented Polo as he approached his fiery friend. “Are you planning on being a world class battler or something?”
“That’d be sweet, but I don’t think that’s the stage for me,” he admitted with a smile as he dried off his chest. “I’m much more a bodybuilder than an actual fighter. Just take a look at these guns.” Flexing his arm, his muscles bulged and showed the fruits of his labor. Just looking at how chiseled he was left Polo a bit intimidated and it only got worse as he watched Pyr flex more showing how every inch of his body seemed toned to the limit without a bit of flab to be found. Looking at his scrawny-by-comparison friend shrink away as he flexed, Pyr smiled a little and took a step forward. “Come on man! I won’t bite. You know I’m as gentle as a Skitty.” He then grabbed Polo in a headlock to noogie him. “And you are my little buddy.”
“True, but you have a Vice Grip like a Kingler,” wheezed Polo turning red in the face.
“Oh, sorry,” he blushed letting the Chespin go. “Hard to restrain myself when I’m in the middle of my workout.”
“I don’t know what’s worse,” commented Polo breathing for air while he held his nose. “The headlocks or the BO. Seriously, you smell like a a Stunky that rolled around in a basket full of old sweatsocks.”
“I don’t smell that bad!” cried Pyr sniffing his pit and quickly realizing that was a big mistake as he turned a shade of green. “Ok, maybe I do.”
“Well, that’s just how you are,” chuckled Polo as he tried to pick up one of Pyr’s dumbbells. “You smell as strong as you are.” Even using all his might on one of them, he was barely able to lift it up. “And man, you are very, very strong!”
“You think so?” he asked lifting up the dumbell Polo was holding and Polo himself with one arm.
“Totally,” he agreed and the two started to laugh.
“See ya later,” Polo waved bye to Pyr a short while later as he went to see another of his friends, this time following his nose once he caught the scent of something delicious and freshly baked in the air. It led him to the town bakery that was already bustling with a number of the other residents were gathered around.
“Looks like Honey’s fan club is as eager to see her as always.”
“Hey y’all,” greeted a Buneary as she came out of her bakery with a tray of piping hot cinnamon rolls in a basket. “Anyone up for some of my sweet cinnabuns?”
“Me!” answered Rattata licking his chops.
“I am!” an Oshawott raised his hand, his face blushing so much it was mostly red.
“We love you...r baked goods!” a Pancham blurted out, but quickly recovered at the last second.
“Oh, hey there, Honey,” greeted Polo as he approached her.
“Hiya, darling,” Honey greeted Polo after greeting all of her admirers. She rubbed a paw over his head and gave him a warm smile. “Did you come this way just to see lil ole’ me?”
“Don’t I always,” blushed Polo unable to deny being somewhat smitten with her as well.
“Death to the Chespin!!!” was written on the half dozen of Honey’s admirers seeing him get a head rub on top of a greeting.
“Um, maybe I should get going,”suggested Polo sensing the bloodlust in the air.
“Nonsense,” she replied grabbing his paw and leading him over to a table in front of the bakery. “Take a seat and try one of my cinnabuns. They’re really yummy.”
“Uh… okay,” nodded Polo as he was handed one.
“Die!” all of Honey’s admirer’s thought internally as they were ready to pounce and mutilate Polo at any moment.
“Come on now, everyone,” Honey turned to her admirers. “I’ve got enough here for y’all so let’s dig in!”
“We’d love to!” they answered lovingly as they all sat as close to Honey as they could, leaving Polo along on the other side of the table where he sighed with relief that they had already forgotten he existed.
“Hard to tell if she knows how much they adore her and just enjoys the attention or if she’s as pure and innocent as she appears,” pondered Polo as he took a bite of his cinnamon roll and felt like he was tasting a sweet cloud. “Oh, but she has the best buns in the world!”
“Thanks for the snack,” Polo told Honey once he had finished and was on his way once more.
“You better come back tomorrow, ya hear,” Honey called to Polo.
“Yeah! Come again!” her admirers told him on the outside.
“Show your face here again and we’ll rip you to shreds!” her admirers threatened him on the inside.
“We’ll see who rips who to shreds!” hissed Polo internally. “Whoa, gotta wonder what she puts in those cinnamon rolls,” he wondered.
Continuing on his way, through the village, Polo soon overheard some sobbing nearby. Lifting up his ears, he followed the noise to its source, soon arriving as he expected, at the burrow of another friend of his, Granite the Drilbur. She held a small pair of old-fashioned spectacles with one arm and held a novel in the other. Tears were running down her face as she couldn’t seem to stop crying.
“In the middle of another of your romance novels, Granite?” asked Polo as he approached her.
“Uh huh,” she sniffled and wiped her face dry before more tears began to well up in her eyes. “It’s just so sad. Dyna the Delcatty just received the terrible news that her fiance, Rovio the Arcanine, was killed in the war. Now she’s wondering if she should accept Tible the Houndoom’s marriage proposal, but she doesn’t know that Rovio is still alive and fighting to survive and make it back to his allies, his love for his beloved the only thing keeping him going. Oh, it is such a beautiful and heart wrenching tale! How could I not be moved to tears by it?”
“I guess,” commented Polo. “But you read this one before. You know that things will work out in the end.”
“I know,” she whimpered sadly. “But it hasn’t happened yet. So till I can cry tears of joy I am crying tears of sorrow.”
“I can understand maybe crying the first time you read it, but, when you know what is gonna happen, I don’t see why it should move you to tears now.”
“You don’t?” sobbed Granite as she flipped through the book and then handed it over to Polo. “Then try reading this part.”
“Let’s see here,” replied Polo as he started to read. “Dyna was anxious as could be as she awaited the mail. It had been far too long since she received word from her beloved and the thought of tragedy befalling him, that haunted her dreams, seemed like it might now be a cruel reality. Shaking her head to banish such thoughts, she opened the door. Her heart skipped a beat as a couple Pokemon stood there in uniforms identical to the one Rovio had on before his departure. Like an icy hand was clenching her heart tight, she felt the most dreadful chill all over her body.” Polo continued to read as his paws started to tremble as each emotional sentence shook the very foundation of his being. He struggled to keep his cool knowing full well everything that would transpire for the rest of the book. He knew it would be a happy ending, but even with that knowledge, he could feel the pain that Dyna was going through now. He could feel that same agony. Gritting his teeth as his eyes watered, he tried to fight it, but it was futile. He began to sob hysterically. “Oh, it’s too sad!”
“Not so easy, is it,” cried Granite as she took the book back before he stained it with tears.
“No,” sniffled Polo trying to regain his composure. “I think I need a few minutes.”
“So, you must be excited to finally be leaving for the big city?” Granite asked.
“Wha?” sniffled Polo still trying to stop crying. “Oh, uh, yeah. Only about a week away. Hard to believe I’ll finally be leaving this place.”
“I know,” Granite sobbed fresh tears. “I’m gonna miss you so much!”
“I’m gonna miss you guys too!” cried Polo and the two of them hugged.
“It’s sad, but I bet you have a lot of stuff planned to do once you get there,” she added.
“Y-Yeah,” answered Polo with some hesitation in his voice. “S-Sure…” His tears dried up quickly as he averted his eyes as the same question that had been plaguing him for ages reared its ugly head once more, “What do I wanna do?”
“What do I wanna do?” sighed Polo a while later after having departed from Granite and then proceeded to take a walk. “That’s always been my problem. I’m just an ordinary Chespin… too ordinary. I don’t do anything that is unique to me. Pyr is the strong one and Honey is the beloved one and Granite is the emotional one that loves reading. But what am I? The cereal eating one that greets his friends and then takes long aimless walks around his village everyday?”
Pausing, Polo looked down and saw in front of him were his footprints, some from days or even possibly weeks ago from a previous walk he had taken around his village. “I’ve made this same walk around my village more times than I can count, but all I’ve been doing is going in circles,” groaned Polo with frustration. “It’ll probably be the same thing if I move to the big city or if I were to go anywhere else. I’ll just be going nowhere fast. I hate that! I want to have something I like. Anything! I don’t want to be stuck in a dull loop forever.”
Muscles tightening, Polo took a step off his beaten path, determined to break out of his monotony. Though it was but one step he felt a sense of satisfaction for it and smiled. He quickly became more than eager to take another step and another and- “Ahhh!!!” cried Polo as he walked all the way to the edge of a hill and tripped off of it. He bounced and rolled and tumbled all the way down. The only thing he had to be grateful for was the fact he didn’t hit anything hard like a rock or a tree, but that was the only positive. With how fast he was rolling, everything was spinning much too fast for him to see anything save for a blurr. Even when he came to a sudden and surprisingly cushioned stop the world around him was still spinning and he felt a bit nauseous from it too.
“Ugh,” he moaned as he stared of up the sky that looked like the clouds were circling overhead.
“Are you okay?” asked a voice that Polo didn’t recognize.
“Huh? Wha?” he asked not fully back to his senses yet then he saw there was a Lucario kneeling by his side.
“I asked if you are okay,” he asked again nudging Chespin some. “That was quite a nasty tumble you took.”
“Oh, yeah,” Polo nodded and sat up. “I’m a little banged up, but I think I’m okay. At least I collided with something soft.”
“Heheh, you’re welcome,” he blushed. “I guess my belly is quite soft.”
“Yeah, it is,” replied Polo before pausing. “Wait… your belly?”
“Yeah, this little guy,” chuckled the Lucario as he patted his quite rotund gut that would have put a Hariyama’s belly to shame. The rest of the Lucario was quite fat as well, from his meaty arms to his double chin and and chubby cheeks, to the chubby cheeks rounding out his rear as well. Polo hadn’t seen many Lucario before, but he certainly never seen one like this before either.
“He doesn’t seem so little to me,” commented Polo. “Uh, was that rude of me to say?”
“Not at all,” he smiled patting his belly and made it wobble almost hypnotically to Polo. “I love being a big fatty, though I’m a small fatty compared to a lot of the others.”
“There are others like you?” asked Polo curiously. “Other Pokemon that like to be fat?”
“Of course,” the Lucario answered. “We love to eat and get all round and cuddly. To us there’s nothing better.”
“Well, that’s… very interesting,” admitted Polo as he tried getting up only to feel a sharp pain in his ankle and drop down onto his rump. “Owie!”
“Looks like you took a little more than a little beating,” replied the Lucario taking a closer look at the Chespin. “Your ankle is a little swollen. Probably got sprained when you fell.” The Lucario picked him up Polo and started to carry him off.
“Where are you taking me?” asked Polo feeling a bit embarrassed to be held in such lard-filled arms.
“Back to my campsite,” he answered. “Just a stone’s throw away. I should have a Super Potion or something to help you and then with a little rest you’ll be all better.”
“Oh, well, thanks for that,” replied Polo. “First you broke my fall and now you’re helping to heal me. I really owe you mister… uh…”
“Guess introductions are in order,” he said. “My name’s Magis. So, what’s the name of my new, lil bud?”
“Polo,” he replied. “Nice to meet ya, Magis.”
“The pleasure’s all mine,” Magis replied as he reached his campsite and sat Polo down before rummaging through his supplied, tossing boxes of cookies and bags of chips, among many other tasty edibles before he pulled out a Super Potion. “Aha! I knew I made sure to save some space for at least one.”
“You sure like to eat,” noted Polo as Magis spray the Super Potion on him and then carefully bandaged it. Despite his chubby digits, he proved quite gentle and precise.
“I love to be fat and eat so it makes sense for me to pack tons of yummy things,” he chuckled. “But I’m never too gluttonous to be able to share. So here, have some tasty cakes.”
Magis tossed a pack of them over to Polo who looked at the bag curiously. He had eaten them in the past as well as practically all the other snacks he could see that Magis had littered on the ground in his search for the Super Potion, but he never imagined someone being able to eat so much that they’d end up as big as the Lucario sitting before him. Turning back to Magis, he had already begun helping himself to the other snacks he had, munching them down with a gleeful look on his face.
“Oh, mmm, these are so good,” he murred with a blissful look on his face and his cheeks were red from blushing. “Just so yummy and scrumptious in my tummy and bound to give me a fair bit more pudge before long. I bet I’ll gain another hundred pounds at this rate. I’m so excited to see how I’ll look then. Maybe I’ll get another chin or droopier love handles. Perhaps my moobs will get even more pronounced than they are now.”
“You certainly are passionate about being fat and getting even fatter,” observed Polo looking very red in the face himself from seeing the obese Lucario swoon over his own fatness. Unable to look away he had a little trouble unwrapping his tasty cake, but a few more tugs and he removed the plastic wrapping.
“It’s what I live for,” he answered. “It is the thing I love to do. Sure it might seem strange to some, but to others like me there is nothing more fulfilling in life.”
“I don’t think it’s strange,” admitted Polo. “It actually must be nice just being able to eat and get fat, though I think my friend Pyr would be quite flabbergasted by it. Honey would probably be delighted to feed someone who loved to eat tasty things so much. As for Granite… well, she’d probably cry like usual, though I’m not sure what kind of tears they’d be.”
“Is that so?” laughed Magis. “Well, I wonder how they’d feel to see a ton of fatties. A bunch more will be gathering here tomorrow for a little get together. You can come if you’d like.”
“Sounds interesting, but I’m not sure,” replied Polo. “I don’t know if I’d fit in with a bunch of fatties when I’m so not… fatty.”
“We can always fix that,” offered Magis with a smile as he leaned over and gave Polo’s belly a poke hardly feeling any chub there at all. “It’d take quite a lot of work, but we all have to start from pound one.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Polo replied as he bit into his tasty cake and enjoyed the chocolate flavor and the vanilla filling. As he did, he looked down at his belly and wondered what it’d be like to have some more pudge on it.
Time passed as the two sat around, munching on snacks and talking. Before they even knew it, the sky was turning dark as the sun had begun to set. “Is it really this late out?” asked Polo as he looked up at the sky. “How long have we been sitting here?”
“At least a few hours,” figured Magis as he stuffed another donut past his lips. “Time flies when you binge.”
“It sure does,” he agreed getting up and checking out his ankle. “At least I feel much better now. I should be able to make it back home no problem now. Would you like to come with?”
“I would, but I don’t know if I’d fit through your door,” laughed Magis. “But don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine camping out here. I still have plenty of snacks to nom on.”
“Heheh, yeah you do,” nodded Polo as he started to take his leave.
“If you are still considering it, I hope I’ll get to see you back here tomorrow,” he called out to Polo.
“Maybe,” he waved back as he headed for home. Along the way, Polo pressed his paws against his belly feeling it crammed full of all that junk food he had eaten. He gave it some rubs and continued to ponder if he really should take him up on his offer.
“This is the life,” murred Polo as he sat on his couch, though he was so morbidly obese that his rear covered over the entire thing and then some. His arms and legs were so thick with fat that they were completely useless. They were more like anchors weighing him down along with the rest of his ample girth. His rear was like an all consuming blubber. Anything he sat on that was large enough to contain it soon found it swell even further with obesity till it became completely enveloped. The Snorlax-sized belly he possessed was quite a sight as well. So huge and heavy the even Pyr’s strength was not enough to heft it up and now he was stuck beneath that ton of bulk, his head and claws barely sticking out from beneath it.
“So heavy,” wheezed Pyr. “Looks like I need a lot more training to do.”
“Heheh, why bother working out your muscles when you can work out your belly instead?” chuckled Polo. “It’s lots more fun being big and doughy than sweaty and smelly.”
“I don’t smell… any worse than usual,” he tried to counter, but knew it was a fact he couldn’t deny.
There was then a rumble from the obese Chespin’s belly, indicating one thing. He was hungry again. “Oh, time for my tubby hubby’s snack time,” smiled Honey resting between Polo’s massive moobs. “You ready for some more yummy cinnabuns?”
“I’m always ready for your cinnabuns,” blushed Polo on his massively chubby cheeks. Honey climbed up his multi chin and rubbing his nose making him blush further.
“Open up sweetness,” she told him holding a great big cinnamon bun. Polo opened his maw and happily munched it up. When he finished that one, she had another ready and fed that one to him followed by another and another and another. With each one he consumed, Polo fattened up further and further. Smiling big, Polo couldn’t help love the sweet confections he was devouring and his ever increasingly fat body. Honey seemed to like this too as she gave his nose a kiss and hugged his fat face as best as she could get her arms around. “How is that?”
“More! More!” cheered the overweight Pokemon happily. “More! More!”
“More… More…” mumbled Polo in his sleep as he tossed and turned. Eventually, he awoke and found he was in his bed, not a pound heavier than normal.
“That was all a dream, I guess,” he said to himself as he reminisced about it. “I was so hugely fat and I liked it… and I think I still do…”
Sitting up in bed, Polo couldn’t get the image of his obese self out of his head. He rubbed his belly feeling disappointed that he could feel his ribs without having to feel it through several feet of pudge. He let out a sigh and then shook his head. “No. That’s all just silly. I couldn’t possibly end up that obese like that Lucario. I’m not a gainer like that. There’s no way I could ever hope to be that big even if I wanted to. Not that I want to… do I?”
As he pondered this, Polo climbed out of bed and made his way to his kitchen. He opened a cabinet, took out a box of cookies and, from the fridge, he grabbed a container of milk. He looked outside and saw that it was nowhere near to being sunrise yet. “Can’t sleep so might as well have a little snack,” he told himself as he started to munch on the cookies and chugged the milk to wash them down. He repeated this a few times before he emptied the box of cookies, the typical stopping point he had for any of his late night snacks. However, with the thought of being fat still in his head, he found himself grabbing another box of cookies from the cabinet and started on them too, along with drinking more of the milk, eventually downing all of them too.
“Urp!” he belched spewing some cookie crumbs that were on his muzzle. He wiped off his milk mustache and then searched for what he wanted next, this time grabbing a bag of cheesy chips. Opening the bag, he was hit with the powerful smell of artificial cheese flavoring. Polo scarfed down a few pawfuls before grabbing a soda from the fridge and chugged some of it down. Continuing with his binge, he finished that bag of chips along with a few others as he whittled down the soda to nothing too. After that he checked his freezer and found an as of yet untouched tub of ice cream. Grabbing a spoon, he worked on that, eating the frozen, dairy dessert, filling his already crammed full of junk stomach even further. His belly started to ache a bit as he forced himself to keep on binging, but Polo ignored it like he was possessed. Not till he gulped down the last bit of ice cream and reclined back feeling ready to burst did his late night snack reach a conclusion.
“I think I overdid it,” groaned Polo rubbing his belly to soothe it. “I’m so full I feel sick. This was such a bad idea… but why do I also feel a strange sense of satisfaction from it too?” Polo tried to think about this, but before he could come up with an answer, the sun finally creeped in through the window of his home and alerted him that dawn had finally arrived. “It’s still a bit early, but looks like it’s time to start the day,” Polo said to himself before dozing off.
It was the middle of the afternoon when Polo finally awoke again and got himself ready for the day. He washed himself up first. With his belly still painfully full from the binge before, he skipped breakfast. Heading out of the house, he held his gut as he hurried and passed by Pyr’s house.
“Hey, Polo!” called Pyr as he did lunges. “Overslept a little, I see.”
“Yeah,” Polo called back as he waddled past him. “Had some trouble sleeping, but I’m fine. Sorry, for crushing you under my gut in my dream. Gotta go now. See ya!”
“Wonder what he’s in such a hurry for?” wondered Pyr. “And he crushed me under his gut in a dream? Preposterous! I’ll just have to exercise twice as hard then.” Returning to his lunges, Pyr began to push his limits even harder. “Your belly is too heavy for me? Ha! Not even in your dreams!”
“Now where was it that I saw Magis?” pondered Polo as he walked the path around the village as he usually did, though, this time, he was searching for the overweight Lucario he had seen the day before. “I have to find him. He has to tell me more about this whole being fat thing. It’s… intriguing.” Stopping, he looked around. “This seems to be the place where I fell down and bumped into him before. Perhaps he’s still around here.” Heading towards the edge of the hill, he tried to carefully walk down, but, just like last time, his foot slipped and he tumbled gaphazardly once more. “Not- again- owie!” Unable to stop himself, Polo was once more at the mercy of gravity and just like last time his fall was eventually broken by something big and soft, only this time found himself stuck.
“Huh? What was that?” questioned an extremely obese Vaporeon as she looked around. “Felt like someone just gave my rump a slap but there’s nobody else here.”
“Maybe it was a shy admirer,” suggested Magis. “Wanting to give that big booty of yours a little slap to watch it bounce and jiggle.”
“I do like that,” she murred. “I just wish they would have stuck around to slap it some more. I enjoy that very much.”
“Allow me,” offered Magis as he groped her insanely plump thighs making her blush brightly. Then lifting his paw up, his gave her rump a blubber-jiggling slap.
Oh, I like that,” she purred with bliss.
“What’s going on?” wondered a muffled Polo. He was wedged in one of the Vaporeon’s fat folds and stuck good. “Where am I? Why’s it so dark and why is everything shaking all of a sudden?”
“Again! Again!” pleaded the Vaporeon as she rubbed up against Magis and shook her booty.
“Heheh, that’s enough for now,” smiled Magis as he rubbed her chins. “The others are waiting for us. We don’t wanna miss out on all the fun now, do we?”
“I was already having fun,” she told him. “But, sure, let’s go.”
“Feels like I’m moving now,” groaned the trapped Chespin as he struggled to get free, managing to slowly inch his way out of the fat fold. After a while, he once more came to a stop and he could hear lots of chatter going on all around him along with a few more startling quivers. “What in the world is going on?” he wondered. “Just what is- whoa!” Polo felt something grab his foot and pull him the rest of the way of his confinement.
“Hey, Merc, you had something wedged in your thigh fat,” a sumorized Machoke told her. “You forget to look where you sit again?”
“I’ve been careful to ask for their consent first,” the Vaporeon replied as turned to see who it was that had been stuck in her folds. Getting a look at him, she couldn’t help but notice his still somewhat stuffed gut and smiled. “Well, who do we have here? Little one, what’s your name?”
“P-P-Polo,” answered the Chespin blushing brightly as a she looked upon him with seductive eyes.
“What a lovely name,” she murred. Turning to the Machoke, she spoke to him. “Give me a moment to speak with my little admirer, would you?”
“Heheh, lucky little chubber,” snickered the Machoke. “Ok, Merc, he’s all yours.”
“Thanks, Tank,” she smiled as he placed Polo onto the ground. She then sat upon her massive belly, resting upon it like it was a bed and looked down upon the awestruct Chespin. “He’s right, you are a lucky chubber.”
“Ch-chubber?” asked Polo as he stared in awe.
“It is what we call new fatties,” she answered. “And looks like you are very new. You just had your very first big binge by the way your gut looks.” She pressed her paw against his gut feeling it was still quite solid. “A nice start. Just keep it up and you’ll look so wonderful before you know it.”
“Th-Th-Thanks,” stuttered Polo certain that he was going to burst from how much pressure he felt building up inside his body. “Your name was Merc, right?”
“Short for Mercury,” she told him. “A lovely name for a Water Type.” She moved her head closer to Polo and he was certain she was going to kiss him, but instead she licked his face. He liked that too. “Mmm, not bad,” said Merc as she slid her tongue across her lips. Drool then started to overflow in her maw and run down her chins. “Good enough, in fact, to eat!” Opening her maw, she leaned in to snatch up the overwhelmed Chespin.
“That’s enough out of you,” Magis told Merc as he pulled her back by her tail to keep Polo in a safe range from her. “We are only eating food here.”
“Oh, but I’ll only leave him in there for a little while,” she replied as the drool came running down her chins like a waterfall.
“We know how you get when you’re hungry,” Magis replied and gave another slap to her reddened, blubbery, and rubbery rear to make it bounce and jiggle again. “Bad girl.”
“Murr, if you treat me like that, how do you think I’ll act?” she purred.
“That’ll be the last one you get if you don’t behave better,” he told her more sternly. “Now, Marshall will be back with food with the others soon. You can eat some of that instead.”
“Fine,” she scoffed. “He wouldn’t have been very appetizing for me, yet, anyway.” Rising off her fat belly, she waddled away to find another place to sit down and wait for the food to arrive.
“Are you alright?” Magis asked Polo trying to get him back to his senses.
“Huh? What happened?” asked Polo looking around. “Where am I? Is this what the inside of a Vaporeon looks like?”
“No, you weren’t eaten,” Magis told him. “I pulled her away before she had a chance to chomp. A word of advice, if a fatty gives you a lick, and if you don’t wanna be on the wrong side of a meal, you better start running.”
“I didn’t know Pokemon ate other Pokemon,” commented Polo. “It’s… it’s… interesting. Frightening, but interesting.”
“Sorry that you had to experience something like that,” apologized Magis. “A lot of chubbers get scared of because vorriors.”
“Vorriors?” asked Polo for a second. “Oh, is that a mix of vore and warrior?”
“Catching on quick,” smiled Magis. “How about I show you around to some more of the fatties around here?” Polo nodded and followed Magis towards the Machoke from earlier. “This here is Tank.”
“I met him before,” Polo replied. “He got me out of Merc’s blubber.”
“Looks like you survived Merc,” he chuckled. “Got a bit of good luck on your side too. That Vaporeon is a moneater if ever there was one.”
“You knew and were just gonna let her eat me?” worried Polo.
“I might have eaten you myself if she didn’t,” he taunted.
Magis looked at Polo who hid behind his meaty thigh nervously. Smiling, he petted him on the head. “Don’t worry. Despite Tank’s name, he’s a creampuff and there’s only one way to deal with creampuffs.”
“What is it?” asked Polo. “What’s a creampuff?”
“They have one big weakness,” explained Magis as he pressed a paw into the Machoke’s doughy belly and quickly a snicker escaped the Machoke’s maw.
“C-Cut it out,” Tank replied taking a step back, but Magis smirked and took a step towards him and pressed another paw into his belly and started to rub over it. In seconds the huge, hefty Pokemon was on the ground in stitches. He was laughing so hard that he was tearing up. “Please! Mercy!”
“Creampuffs,” defined Magis. “They typically try to act tough, but only to hide how soft they really are. In this one’s case, he’s incredibly ticklish. You don’t even have to try hard to get this one into a laughing fit. Go on, give it a try.”
“Okay,” nodded Polo as he pressed a paw into Tank’s fatty side.
“Heheheh, no, not you too!” he cackled as he flailed about. Polo kept at it for a bit, amazed that even when he was not trying to tickle him he wailed loudly with laughter. When he stopped tickling him altogether Tank still was full of laughter and slowly it died down to a chuckle as they walked away from him.
“What are you?” asked Polo. “I mean, if I’m a chubber, Merc is a vorrior, and Tank is a creampuff, what are you?”
“Just a fatty,” he admitted. “I don’t think I’m unique beyond being a fatty.”
“I think you’re amazing,” replied Polo. “You’re nice, cheerful, and you helped me out a ton and you only just met me yesterday.”
“Heheh, thanks,” he smiled. “I think you’re quite something too. It’s been a while since I first started gaining and it always warms my belly seeing another fatty-to-be. Your belly is small right now, but in a bit you’ll start to put on some real pudge.”
“I’ll give it my best shot,” promised Polo.
“I know you will,” Magis patted him on the head. “Now how’s about we see all the other fatties around here.” Following behind his obese friend, Polo walked around to see the other fatties around.
“I’ve never seen so much… obesity,” stated Polo when he tried to find the right word to describe the numerous overweight Pokemon he was introduced to, each so round and blubberous that each individually weighed as much as all the Pokemon in his village did, combined, if not more.
“Thanks, we do try,” smiled Magis as he munched on a PokePuff. “It isn’t always easy to maintain such wide and wobbly figures, especially when the food is as late arriving as it is right now.”
“The food is late?” asked Polo confused as he saw every Pokemon there was stuffing themselves with one thing or another. “But everyone here is eating.”
“Just the food they brought here,” Magis explained. “Marshall and the others were in charge of bringing the food for our get together. I hope they didn’t get hungry on the way here and eat it all themselves.”
“Food’s here!” came a voice that Polo didn’t recognize from the numerous overweight Pokemon he met. Turning around, he saw the biggest Marshtomp he had ever seen in his life (though that was true for every Pokemon he had met today).
“Bout time,” grinned Magis as he approached his fat friend. “That gut weighing you down or something?”
“More and more every day, I reckon,” he joked as the two did a belly bump with one another. “I’ll be immobile before long, at the rate I’m going.”
“Heh, I’ll be too fat to move long before you then,” teased Magis giving his belly a pat.
“Hello, Mars,” greeted Merc now on her back and looking quite bored and hungry from waiting. “You did remember my fish, didn’t you? Otherwise, I might have to sate my gluttony with you, this time.”
“Always trying to bite off more than you can chew,” Marshall laughed. “You know, you might be cute if you didn’t look at everyone else like they were the daily special.”
“Sorry, but you all just look so delicious to me that I just can’t help myself,” she replied salivating some.
“Just feed her,” Magis told Marshall. “She’s much easier to deal with when she’s full… or, at least, not starved. I’ve got a new friend here and she tried eating him once. I’d rather her not attempt it again.”
“A new friend?” asked Marshall intrigued as he tossed a massive fish over to Merc who quickly got up and began to attack it with with savage hunger. “Where is the fatty? I don’t see any new fatties and those are hard to miss. Are they a chubber?”
“Right here,” answered Magis picking up Polo to show him off. “He’s just started and this is the first time he’s ever seen so many fatties together or at all.”
“Is that so?” Marshall smiled giving Polo’s cheek a little pinch and tug. “Someone wanna not see his feet anymore?”
“Um, w-well,” blushed Polo never imagined hearing such a question being asked or that he’d hear it as a positive. “I’d like to at least try getting fat.”
“Well, you’ve come to the right place,” laughed Marshall as he patted his belly and made it bounce and wobble. “Has he had his initiation yet? By the looks of how not stuffed his belly is, I’d say he hasn’t.”
“I thought I’d save that for you,” Magis replied. “You are a stuffer after all and I can’t think of a better mon for the job.”
“You just want me to owe you one,” he replied looking through Magis’s smile.
“You know me too well,” he admitted and handed Polo off to him. “A sack of deluxe PokePuffs next get together would be compensation enough.”
“You are such a fatass,” Marshall told him.
“Takes one to know one,” remarked Magis and the two broke into a hearty laughter.
“Here, start with this, for now, and work on those chins of yours,” the Marshtomp told him, giving him a thick turkey leg that looked bigger than his head. “I’ll take care of this chubber and help him put on some real blubber.”
“Good luck,” mumbled Magis as he began chomping away at his meal.
“So, what is the name of the chubber I’ll be feeding today?” asked Marshall as he sat down and cradled Polo in one arm while he rubbed his gut soothingly with the other.
“Polo,” answered the Chespin feeling quite odd being held in such a manner. He couldn’t escape from it either as Marshall’s meaty arm held him tight on one side of his body and his hefty gut did the same on the other side. “Do you have to hold me like this?”
“It’s the easiest way to feed you,” he answered grabbing some food from the supplies he and the other Pokemon brought with them. “Now just relax and leave everything to me. I’m a stuffer after all. I love stuffing whether it be myself or others. Just the greatest of satisfactions helping add another twenty or thirty pounds. However, helping chubbers out is my greatest joy of all. Open wide and eat and drink everything I give you.”
Seeing no reason to object, Polo opened his maw and watched as a few berries were pushed into his maw for him to munch them down. As he did, he could feel Marshall’s chubby digits caress over his belly in a soothing manner. They only stopped once Polo swallowed the berries and prompted Marshall to grab some cookies to feed him next. “How’s this for you?” he asked. “Not too fast, right?”
“It’s just fine, Marshall,” Polo replied. “Very nice actually.”
“Heheh, that’s good,” he smiled caressing the Chespin’s cheek. “You’ll be a wonderfully cute fatty in no time. You’re very cute already, though. Oh, and you can call me Marshy or Mars if you’d like. I find it is better to have a more casual relationship between feeder and feedee.”
“Uh, ok, Mars,” Polo replied.
“Good,” he smiled and tickled under his chin before returning to filling his maw with cookies and then gave him more belly rubs. After the cookies came some pieces of boneless fried chicken. Polo munched them up and blushed when Mars encouraged him to lick the grease from his fingers. “Very good. A true fatty doesn’t let any calories get away.” After that, came some bars of chocolate that he chomped one chunk after another. Mars’s fingers continued to dance on his belly, the wonderful feeling they had on him was almost magical as he couldn’t even think of anything but nomming on the food that was placed before him. It didn’t even register how much he had already eaten or how stuffed he might have felt. The feeling he had was surreal, almost like he was in a dream.
“Can you keep eating?” asked Mars holding a foot long sandwich inches away from his muzzle next. Polo replied with a nod and opened his maw which in turn made a warm smile appear on the the Marshtomp’s face as he proceeded to keep on feeding him. Everything around him went away till all he knew was the food reaching his maw for him to eat and the rubs he received most on his belly. Even time seemed lost to him as he could not tell if it had only been seconds, minutes, or even hours since he had begun eating, but that made it feel all the more wonderful. If ever there was a bliss greater than this, he couldn’t imagine what it could be.
“And this should be enough for now,” decided Mars as he pushed the last bits of a slice of chocolate cake into Polo’s maw and watched him munch it up. He then gave his belly a few more rubs marveling at how hugely stuffed it was, making it look three times what it was normally and felt so solid that it felt like it one more speck of food could truly make him burst. “Don’t want you getting too full now.”
“Masterful work as always,” applauded Magis as he walked back over. “Nobody can stuff a Poke like you can.”
“You can take him now,” Mars replied. “Just be careful. He’s stuffed more than a turkey at one of our Thanksgivings.”
“I’ll be careful,” he promised as he carefully took Polo in his arm and lightly rubbed a finger on his belly with the greatest of care. “I should probably take him home to rest. He’s probably already at his limit and will need to rest for a while.”
“We’ll probably have eaten everything and be on our way long before that,” noted Mars. “Do you intend to wait around here till he wakes up again?”
“I’ve done all I can for him,” replied Magis shaking his head and looking down at his little prodigy. “If he wants to pursue the path of obesity that’ll be up to him and if he does then just maybe one day we’ll meet again. I can hope for that at least.”
“I’ll look forward to feeding him again, that’s for sure,” chuckled Mars.
“And getting a taste of him when he becomes truly delicious,” thought Merc as she licked her chops silently from a distance.
Taking one last look at all the other fatties munching down the tons of food yet to be eaten, Magis began his way in search of Polo’s home.
“Are you really ready to go?” sniffled Granite tearfully. “I’m gonna miss you. We all are.”
“I’ll miss you all too,” smiled Polo. “But I’ll be sure to visit when I can. There’s lots I wanna do in the big city.”
“Like see that Lucario?” asked Pyr. “What in the world happened between the two of you?”
“I doubt I’ll see him any time soon,” replied Polo. “But I’ve got a lot of work to do till then.” He gave his belly a few rubs feeling the new softness he had gained on it. “I hope you all don’t think it’s weird that I wanna get really fat.”
“Heh, not at all,” smiled Pyr. “Get as big as you want so I can show you that I can lift that gut of yours no problem!”
“And I always like seeing everyone enjoying my baked goods,” smiled Honey. “And you certainly have been packing them away for the last few days. I hope I made you enough for the trip.”
“I’m sure you did,” smiled Polo only to get evil glares from her admirers.
“YOU’D BEST MAKE TRACKS WHILE WE’LL ALLOW YOU TO LIVE!!!” they hissed.
“IF I WANNA GET FATTER THEN MAYBE I SHOULD EAT WITH ALL OF YOU!!!” roared Polo internally.
“What does she put in her cinnabuns?” questioned Polo not certain what keeps coming over him.
“Then if you’re all set,” sobbed Granite. “See you around. And bring back lots of good stories. Hopefully, I won’t cry too much.”
“That’ll be difficult,” chuckled Polo as he turned and started to return to the path around the village. He walked around it like he usually did, but stopped as he reached the branching path that led towards the big city. He took a deep breath and gave his belly another pat. He took his step forward and started down the new path. Then he tripped…
…and started tumbling towards new adventure once more.
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