Story by  DustDragon thanks a lot for making this for me!
Contains: fattening, blob, dough TF

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The door to the Sceptile’s house opened, and the Sceptile knight walked in, his long
green sword in hand. Returning from his previous dungeon adventure, Touth was exhausted, somewhere along his adventure, he had gotten disoriented, causing him to wander the cave he
was in for much longer than he had anticipated. Getting lost was never fun, especially in the wild
dungeons. He walked inside of his cozy house and shut the door, letting the warmth and smell
of something unexpected fill his nose with a beautiful aroma, letting his mind ease. It smelled
like a pastry had just come out of the oven, but he hadn’t been home in hours. What is that
smell…?
Touth set his sword down into its resting spot and walked into the kitchen. The smell got
stronger as he got closer, and then he spotted it: A Boston cream doughnut lay on a plate alone
on the table he ate at, its smell filling the whole house with its warm, doughy scent. Chocolate
spread evenly across the top of the donut, shining in the light of the day. Custard leaked out of
the hole facing the sceptile, leaving a small dot of custard on the plate.
“Did Ruba leave this here for me...? “
Touth reveled in the glory of the pastry that lay in front of him- this couldn’t have been
anything ordinary. Touth picked up the donut, investigating it further. The custard gleamed in the
light of the house with a soft aura, its soft, creamy appearance making the sceptile’s mouth
water. “Why would she leave me a donut-like this?” he thought. Touth thought back to around
two months ago, where he had told Ruba, his blaziken friend, about a magic donut that could
alter the state of the being that ate it, possibly making them into a super-powerful Pokémon! “If
you ever come across it, please bring it to me- I’d love to show you what it can do!” He
remembered saying to her. Could this be that donut? It looked completely ordinary, maybe he
was getting himself excited over just a plain, normal donut. “Well, there’s only one way to find
out!”
Touth’s heart skipped a beat when he took his first bite, the pastry squishing in their grasp. More
custard dribbled out, the chocolate spread squished itself yet still clung to the dough. The donut
tasted like food sent from the heavens- it was delicious! So delicious, in fact, that Touth took
another bite before he even finished swallowing the first. “Mmmm!” The donut felt like it had
come just been made, its dough soft and fluffy yet still warm. The donut didn’t make too many
crumbs, either. The custard was sweet and light, and the layer of chocolate was creamy and
rich, the taste blending so beautifully with the dough that Touth couldn’t resist having more! He
swallowed his first bite down, feeling his stomach groan at the pastry’s arrival.
While chewing another bite, Touth felt an odd sensation inside of his belly. It wasn’t a
stomach pain- It felt like something was shifting within him, causing his belly to complain. A
gurgle came out as Touth rubbed his belly with his open hand, while his other hand held the
donut. Swallowing another bite, Touth felt his belly swell forward, and something stirred within
him, causing that same feeling to come even stronger than it had been before. “This feeling… it
must be coming from the donut! This has to be the magic donut I’ve been looking for!”
Delighted, Touth closed his eyes to think of what could happen to him. His mind
flourished at all the exciting possibilities, filling him with glee. “I can’t believe it!” Touth mumbled
as his mouth was still full of the donut. Taking another bite, Touth rubbed his bloated belly,
noticing how the strange feeling was still there. He looked down at his belly to see what was
happening, but all he could see at first was his stomach bloating. As he looked closer, more
details kept popping up. Some custard dribbled out of his belly button, and his belly looked a
little bit discolored. “W-Wait, lizards don’t have belly buttons!”
Panicked, Touth set down what was left of the donut- only about two more bites left. He
had eaten almost the whole thing! Touth redirected his attention back to his belly button. “I’m a
sceptile, I shouldn’t have a belly button!” he exclaimed, poking it. The custard was leaking out of
it, and his belly’s color kept changing from a lime green color to a tan shade of brown, looking
very similar to the donut. He recalled the same phrase he had told Ruba about the donut, “It
alters the state of those who eat it!” This was the donut’s magic!
Touth watched as his belly swelled forward. It was about the size of a basketball now
and still growing. The sceptile pat his newly fat body, feeling the squish and softness of his
custard-filled belly. “I… should be fine?” He squeezed his belly, and more custard drooled out,
dribbling down his belly before leaking onto the floor. “Ooh~” Touth let himself go fully into the
transformation, the pleasure of his gut swelling bigger and doughier carrying his mind away from
the world and into his own little world. The dough color spread throughout his body, turning the
green sceptile into a dough-filled beige. His thighs and tail fattened up, causing Touth to wobble
as his balance was thrown off. He tried to steady himself on a nearby chair, but his newly
plumpening belly bumped into the chair, pushing it out of reach. Touth fell down onto the floor,
his fat butt cushioning his fall. His thighs grew even more fat as his belly kept growing bigger,
now the size of an overinflated beachball. Custard pooled all over the floor, endlessly leaking
out of the doughy creature. His bushy tail fattened up more as well, growing bigger as well as
fatter.
“Why am I liking this so much?” Touth wondered to himself, scooping up a handful of
custard. His hands were completely made of dough now, as was most of his body. His doughy
hands absorbed some of the custard, plumping them up, making them soft and squishy.
Carefully, he licked the custard off of his hand. It tasted absolutely wonderful! He stuck more of
his hand inside of his blobby mouth to lick off more of the custard, his swollen cheeks wobbling
from the sudden movement. I’m so heavy and full… he thought, using his other hand to jiggle
his ballooned out belly, rubbing it gently.
An odd sensation blossomed inside of the sceptile’s belly- a huge growth surge was to
happen soon. Touth’s eyes widened as he realized that if he stayed where he was, he’d soon
grow and blob out enough that he would fill up the kitchen. Taking his hand out of his mouth,
Touth used both of his hands to push up from the ground. Nothing happened. He tried again,
exhausting himself in the process. He tried to bend his legs in to help get himself up, but it didn’t
work- his thighs were so big and swollen that they couldn’t bend enough to allow the sceptile to
move. Touth was immobile.
Scooping another handful of custard, Touth tried to reach over to the chair, but it was still
too far out of reach. While his arm was stretched out, he could see the dough changing his arm
as it slowly grew pudgy and fat, just like he was. He slapped another handful of custard onto his
mouth as he tried to move closer to the chair, but it was too late. The surge was almost there,
and it felt deliciously good! A warmth grew inside of the sceptile as he stopped reaching for the
chair, and started scooping more custard into his mouth, making a small mess. Custard gushed
out of his belly button like a faucet, causing the sceptile to be inside of a huge, creamy custard
flood.
“Oh, Arceus, I taste so good!” Touth moaned as he scooped more custard into his
mouth. His belly was now so wide that he couldn’t possibly fit through the door anymore- the
thought of movement was out of the question. His feet had been consumed by his balloon size
thighs, unable to touch the ground. His arms were swollen, but could still move enough to grab
more custard to eat, which was all Touth could think about. “I feel so full but so hungry… I can’t
even stand anymore~”
Suddenly, a knock sounded on the door. “Touth? Are you in there?” It was Ruba.
“Mmmfh!” Touth tried to shout, but his custard cream-filled mouth blocked any sound. Ruba
opened the door slowly, noticing the doughy scent in the air. As she entered the house, she
turned and saw the massive doughy blob that was her best friend.
“Touth!?” She shouted, shocked at what he looked like, custard all over his belly, cheeks,
and a giant mess on the floor. “What have you done to yourself? You look like a giant-” Ruba
sucked in her breath, not finishing the sentence. “This is what the donut did, hmm?”
Touth nodded- or, tried to. His neck was so fat that he could barely move his head up
and down anymore. Ruba chuckled, “Well, I hope you have fun with this, because I’m not
helping you get out of th-”
**GROOOAAAN**
A massive grumble came out of Touth’s stomach- the growth surge had arrived. Touth’s
blobby belly started to rise quickly, gaining about an inch of growth every second.
“Mmmmnnfffhh!” he tried to say, but it was lost under the sound of his growth spurt.
“T-Touth, what’s happening to you?” Ruba said panicking. She backed up to the end of
the house, keeping her distance from the growing Pastry-mon. Touth was growing so big that
his belly knocked into the entire table, pushing it away from him. He could feel the corner of the
kitchen as his fat took up every open space it could. Touth was, quite literally, filling up his house
with his fat.
Touth used whatever strength he had left to push against his fat, but to his surprise, his
custard-soaked hands were growing bigger as well. His arms were getting harder to move as his
belly sucked them in more, his vision clouding as his cheeks fattened up too big. Ruba quickly
rushed out the door, fearing the house would collapse. Touth could feel his fat belly touch the
ceiling, and the warmth spread blissfully throughout his entire body. “Mmmn, mNfh, mnFGHHH!”
Touth wailed as the warmth spiked, causing a massive growth surge- the sceptile outgrew his
house! He grew so fast and so rapidly that he couldn’t even process it, but he knew his house
was destroyed. Just as quickly as it started, his doughy belly stopped rumbling, and the warmth
left his body. The pastry had stopped growing.
“Touth… you’re no longer a sceptile, you’re a giant doughnut!” Ruba shouted up to him,
poking his blimped-out stomach. Custard continued to ooze out of his belly button, but Touth
could no longer reach it- although he didn’t mind. The sun shone down on him, and his doughy
rolls of fat seemed to enjoy it as much as he did, letting the warmth lay on him like a soft
blanket.
The pastry could hear a commotion down below him, and it was no doubt about him. The
pastry didn’t care- what was he to do about this? He was a giant doughnut, and it felt ever so
delicious! If another growth surge ever came, he would be sure to enjoy every last second of it.
In the haze of the dough blob’s mind, a thought occurred: In the rubble that lay beneath him,
there were still two bites remaining in the doughnut, weren’t there? The pastry wondered if
anyone would ever find them, and eat them- although he mostly wondered about how he could
find a way to eat them himself.
Flapping his hands uselessly, the pastry smiled.
He was always meant to be a doughnut, he just knew it.