Well look at this, another story! This time an Anonymous one, Enjoy!

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It was a cloudy night in the streets of GoldenRod City. It was quiet, with very few cars going by, and the occasional wandering Pokémon. In one of the side alleys though, a lone Zangoose was weaving through. Opening trash cans looking for something to eat. Munching on a half eaten burger, a near empty bag of chips. Nothing that could be considered a full meal though.

He rested against a wall, his claws on his starved stomach, sighing to himself, “Ugh… another small meal… barely keeping my gut filled…”

On the other side of the alley, peering out from one of the sewer grates was a Muk. It was watching the Zangoose, stalking the hungry ‘Mon. It slides back into the sewers to get closer. Zangoose on the other hand gets back up, “I think there’s a can over there I haven’t checked yet…” Heading over to the trash can, the Muk slides up from another sewer grate.

The Muk slowly approached the Zangoose as it digs through the trash can, tossing empty cans and take out boxes to the side. The Muk soon grabs the leg of the vulnerable Zangoose. He lets out a yelp as he falls into the purple body of the Muk. A purple tendril latched to the maw of the Zangoose as it feels the goop of the Muk gets pumped into him.

Zangoose grabs hold of the tendril that latched to his maw, trying to rip it out and stop the pumping. He could only think to himself, “What the heck is this thing?! Why is it feeding me!? Is it fattening me to eat me!? Oh gosh… I don’t want it to end like this!”

His already slightly filled belly began to overfill and expand outwards, four other tendrils wrap around the ankles and wrists of the Zangoose slowing his struggle. A soft gurgling was heard as the overfilling started to show, his gut shushing out into a pot belly, his chest now starting to form a soft pair of moobs, and his arms and legs starting to gain a softness to them too. Even his face was getting some chub on it. Eventually as the filling continued, his vision began to cloud. The filling did eventually stop, his gut now much larger looking like he just packed on nearly half a ton. His chest had some rather defined moobs and also sported some fattened arms and thighs.

Zangoose slowly struggled against the Muk, “W-What is going on… I feel so full… I’ve never eaten so much… never been so big… It almost feels… good.”

The purple ooze of the Muk begins to cover the body of the heavily fattened Zangoose. It covered the claws and arms of him, his belly and legs. Soon he was entirely covered in the sludge of the Muk, looking like a massive purple mound in the alley. Zangoose’s mind was starting to cloud too, feeling the thoughts of the Muk combine with his.

Finally the mass of purple sludge was going away. The goop was starting to take the look of a Zangoose, though the form was far different. The Zangoose look had the consistency of a Muk. The Muk had transformed the Zangoose into a Muk/Zangoose abomination. Though the two are one being, they slowly walk out of the alley into the streets of GoldenRod City. Wondering about with new intentions, to make more of the Muk hybrids.

The distorted voice of the hybrid softly speaks as it sees a Lycanroc down the street, “Seems we’ve got our first but of prey.”