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Twenty minutes had passed since I sat here in the waiting room. Just when I was about to
doze off, the doctor opened the door and called for my name.
“Miles Cooper? Come in, please.”
And so, I did.
“Miles, I see here that you’ve come due to a diagnosis on... hypersomnia, right?” She looked
down her papers. “And you need a permission to be provided with a therapeutic pokemon,
which brings you here.”
“Yes ma’am, that’s about it.” I said in a pretty awkward tone, I was a little bit nervous.
“Have you ever taken care of a pokemon before?” she looked at me directly in the eyes.
When you’re the responsible of assigning pokemon to people for therapy, you have to be
extra careful for the pokemon’s wellbeing.
“Oh yes of course. I used to have a torracat back when I was living with my parents. I know
it’s not an overly complicated pokemon but... the one you’re gonna assign me isn’t really
that hard to take care of, right? I mean I know they require a lot of food but that doesn’t
have to-
“Miles.” She snapped me out of my monologue. “I just want to make sure that you can take
care of a Snorlax and bond with the pokemon. I looked in your files and you seem like a
person who could properly take care of... him.” She took out a pokeball. “I need to see how
he reacts to you. If he likes you, it’s all set, you can take him home with you right away.”
I nodded, sweating nervously. Of course, I could take care of pokemon, but a Snorlax took
up a lot of space and well, food! But it was for my own good. Besides, I could make a new
friend! Or at least I hoped so.
The doctor took the pokeball and, after making sure I was ready, she let Snorlax out. In the
blink of an eye, a gargantuan pokemon stood in front of me. My 200 lbs self was nothing
compared to this huge beast. He looked at me, smiling, with his hands on his belly. He
looked pretty jolly to me.
“Miles, meet Muffin. Muffin, this is Miles, the person I talked to you about. What do you
think, big guy?” She asked the pokemon.
Muffin looked at me. What a funny name for a Snorlax, I thought. I guess now I know what
his favorite food is. He got closer to me. Each step made the floor tremble. Sweat was
running down my face at this point. What if he didn’t like me?
But to my surprise, the huge pokemon hugged me. Not in a brutish or painful way, but very
kindly. I could feel his soft fur, and his warm belly, which was like a nice comfortable
mattress.
“Well, that settles it. Isn’t Muffin a sweet guy, Miles?” The doctor laughed seeing how
shocked and sweaty I was. “Come on Muffin, you’ll have plenty of time to hug Miles. He’ll
be lent to you, alright? You have to sign some papers. But since it’s your first time getting a
therapeutic pokemon, I’ll tell you the basics. Come on, Muffin, I need you to get back inside
the pokeball.”
“Lax, lax!” He said as he got into the pokeball.
“Whoah, he’s very docile, and affectionate. I was so anxious, I mean, you could tell, right?” I
smiled at her, feeling a huge relief.
“He is, he’s one of the best pokemon we have around. That’s why you got to take good care
of him, and he’ll take care of you as well. Now, his pokeball is connected to the hospital’s
database. If anything were to happen to him, we’d be noticed immediately. Also, as you
might know, Snorlax is a pokemon that requires at least 400 kilograms of food per day. You
have to feed him food for big pokemon, which can supply enough calories without having to
spend a fortune. However, Muffin will always ask you for food, try not to spoil him a lot,
alright?” She explained while writing it down on a paper. “You should know this already but
don’t eat his food, it could have a big impact on your body.”
I nodded and nodded.
“He can be a bit clingy at times, he loves the attention. However, as you’ve seen, he’s very
obedient, so don’t be afraid to go tough on him if needed.” She handed me some papers.
“Sign here and you can pick him up right away. I’ll also provide you with some food for him
for the rest of the day, but please buy him proper food as soon as possible.”
I took a pen and looked at all the paperwork. Before signing, I had a question to make.
“If we bond, can I keep him? Between you and me, I’ve been pretty lonely since I moved out
of my parent’s place. I know he’s property of the hospital but we’ll be together for months
and... I’m not good at saying good bye.
“Well...” she chuckled. “Yes, Miles, if he agrees, you could end up becoming his trainer. He’s
been with us since he was just a Munchlax, but the big guy seems to like you a lot. So yeah,
it’s possible.”
And so, I signed the papers.
An hour had passed and Muffin was still resting in his pokeball, inside my bag. I got him
some food, of course. The concept of such a small piece of food containing so many calories
was interesting nonetheless. I’ve heard people of who got really fat by eating this stuff, but
never met anyone like that myself. Maybe...
No, I couldn’t. This food is supposed to be for Muffin, not for me. It was just a thought, just
a silly, little thought. I did want to get bigger, I always wanted to be, well, cuddlier. But if I
took some of this, consequences could get out of hand for me.
Anyway, Muffin.
I left my stuff on my bed and went to the living room. I took the pokeball and called out for
him.
“Come on big guy, check out your new home.”
He came out of the pokeball with the same jolly smile as before. Of course, he took up most
of the living room space. He checked out his surroundings. My apartment was cozy, full of
geeky stuff like posters and so on. I had cleaned out most of the place beforehand. Since I
started living on my own, I had become a bit of a slob, honestly. Having trouble sleeping, I’d
stay up for most of the night, wake up late, had no time for cleaning, almost always ate fast
food... I was kind of a mess.
Suddenly, a huge growl snapped me out of my trail of thought.
“Oh, sorry Muffin, you must be starving. Look, I got you some food for you. It says that each
biscuit equals 100 kilograms of food, four should be fine for a big guy like you.” I took the
bag with the pokemon food and handed some to him.
“Snor!!” He took them happily and started munching on them. He looked like the happiest
pokemon ever, seeing him like this even put a smile on my face. But after eating those four
biscuits, he had noticed the pizza slice that was standing on my table. He just looked at it,
his face turning from extreme happiness to sudden sadness.
“I guess you want a treat, but I’m not supposed to spoil you...”
He looked at me, about to tear up.
“Awwww well, it’s just a slice of pizza and it’s your first day here, I guess it’s fine to spoil you
just a little. Don’t tell the doctor tho!” I took the slice and he opened his mouth. Without
even thinking twice, I fed it to him. He thanked me by hugging me the same way he did
earlier today.
“You’re such a cuddly buy, Muffin. I guess I better get used to it, huh? Come on big boy, you
can hug me all you want later, now I gotta show you around the place, alright?”
He nuzzled his head on mine and released me. After that I showed him my room, in which I
had put on a huge mattress for him. That was because of the therapy. Snorlax is a pokemon
who can spend the entire day just sleeping, and by him using yawn, I could get asleep
almost instantly. Which makes him sleeping next to me something necessary for the whole
thing to work. I didn’t care about sleeping next to a pokemon, specially such an affectionate
and gentle one. I mean, could he smother me accidentally? I don’t think so.
He sat on the mattress, it seemed like he liked it. He looked at me and moved his arms,
calling me next to him, I sat right beside him. His belly was just immense and round, I even
felt somehow... jealous. He went for another hug. He was, indeed, pretty clingy, which
would bother some people for sure, but not me.
“Hey big guy, you seem to love this huh? Was it lonely at the hospital? I bet you had a lot of
friends around there.”
“Lax, lax...” he said in a melancholic tone, looking down.
Somehow, I understood how Muffin felt. Therapy pokemon lived with the hospital staff but
they didn’t really belong in a home. And big guy here seemed to be the kind of pokemon
who wants to settle down and wants to be loved by his trainer. Sweet, soft, obedient... he
was trying his best for me to like him.
“Well, you’ll be my roomie for some months, and I work using my laptop, which means I’m
always home. You don’t have to worry about being lonely. I can already tell we’ll be good
friends, big guy!” I said as I scratched his head. “Hey, it’s getting late, wanna try to see if you
can put me to sleep with your yawn?”
“Lax!” He chuckled, taking a deep breath.
“Wait Muffin, I still have to get into... my... b-bed...”
I had never experienced something similar. I mean, many pokemon can put you to sleep,
but Muffin’s yawn had put me to sleep INSTANTLY. I guess he was way too obedient. When I
woke up, my reaction was just priceless. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was
Muffin’s chest. He was hugging me as if I was a teddy bear! I had no complains tho, his belly
was comfortable for sure.
“Muffin, big guy...” I said, still lightheaded, trying to get away from the Snorlax`s grip
without any success. But...
“Muffin, it’s breakfast time~”
He suddenly opened his eyes and his usual smile sprouted out on his face.
“Lax lax, lax!” He let go of me, getting up almost instantly. How could such a heavy pokemon
move so fast and swiftly just by hearing of food!? I could do nothing but laugh out loud, and
so did him.
“Listen Muffin, I haven’t had slept like that in years, but next time, give me a heads up, okay
bud? You’re comfy tho, you might end up replacing my bed... hahahah!”
I made some toasts and milk for breakfast. Muffin drooled just be looking at it. He was
trained not to eat something without permission, which sounds almost impossible for a
Snorlax. Oh, come on, how could I keep him from eating just like I did? I made more toasts
just for him, which were very much appreciated.
“You know Muffin, I wish I was a snorlax just like you.”
I wasn’t supposed to say that out loud, but I couldn’t avoid it, it just came out of my mind by
looking at him guzzling down the toasts.
“Nor? Lax?” He raised an eyebrow at me, questioning what I said.
“O-oh well, you know, you’re so big, cuddly, you spend the whole day just eating and
sleeping, you’re friendly and nice and...
...since I moved out, I started thinking about how I want to look. I’ve been trying to put on
weight, I eat a ton of fast food, but no matter what I do, I don’t get any heavier.” I started
breaking down. I was so self-conscious about my body... I had been a gainer for years but
never accomplished to get big. A lot of people wouldn’t understand why I wanted to get fat.
It’s something I had always kept to myself. But somehow, Muffin felt so friendly and I felt so
comfortable with him that I ended up venting. “Sorry Muffin, I’m just a weirdo, heh...”
He, of course, got close to me and hugged me. I felt embraced. He never hesitated to hug
me. Muffin felt so self-confident. So comfortable in his own body, just being himself. And I
was filled with insecurities.
“Thanks, big guy. I’m glad we got to meet each other, you know?”
He smiled at me, but it wasn’t a jolly smile. He was... teasing me? He took the other toast
and, without any warning, stuffed it in my mouth.
“Lax lax lax~” He said looking at me in the eyes, pushing the toast further, as I munched on it
and swallowed to prevent me to choke.
And then I realized that Muffin was not just a sweet, loving Snorlax. He... wanted me to get
fat. He rubbed my belly as I finished the toast, cornering me with his huge body, pushing me
towards the wall.
I felt weird. Nervous, somehow scared, somehow excited. I knew Muffin wasn’t going to
hurt me. But he was smothering me with his belly, making me blush, making me sweat,
pinning me...
“M-Muffin, big guy, c-cut it out, come on.” My heart was razing, I couldn’t believe any of
this.
He pushed more, smothering me with his gargantuan belly. He was loving this, I could tell.
“P-please, Muffin, please!!” I begged, with my face bright red and sweat dripping down my
face.
He took a step back, letting me go. Then he laughed his ass off at me.
“Are you a bully now or what huh!? That wasn’t funny, Muffin! It was embarrassing as hell
you know!? Why did you do that???”
He simply put his hand on top of my head and scratched my hair. I got it, he just wanted to
tease me. But I wasn’t expecting it at all.
He turned around and took the bag of pokemon food from the counter, he took a single
biscuit out of it. He held it in front of me.
“Muffin... I don’t know what’s gotten into you but I... This... Big guy, maybe you just wanna
help, but this is not the way, for real, put that thing down, I was just rambling, I, I..., I
shouldn’t have said anything, I...”
He looked at me in the eyes. Suddenly, the whole world seemed to disappear. It was just
him and I. A big, fat snorlax, and a little, weak dude. Somehow, I felt like I heard his voice.
“Trust me, Miles. I want to make you happy. Don’t you wanna be like me?”
Yes, I did. I wanted to be fat. I wanted to be huge, a ball of lard. I wanted to wear 4XL
clothing, I wanted curves, stretch marks, a big belly. I wanted to be self-indulgent, a big fat
slob. But I was afraid. Afraid that by becoming what I wanted to be, others would reject me.
That I would end up alone for the rest of my life.
But now I had Muffin and he felt like a friend. He understood me perfectly. He loved being
so big and lazy, and wanted me to feel as happy as him.
I took a bite.
I was mesmerized.
My belly got bigger and bigger, and so did my moobs. New rolls appeared. The shirt I was
wearing was ripping and so did my pants. Bigger arms, bigger legs, bigger butt... Even my
face shape changed. Becoming bigger, softer, filled with lard.
I used my hands to feel my new body. It was plump and squishy, and my arms did feel
heavier. I quickly went to the bathroom to check myself in the mirror. I looked beautiful, I
loved it.
I looked at Muffin and hugged him tightly. For the first time, it was me who was hugging
him, not the other way around.
A month had passed since that day. After getting some new clothes I quickly got used to my
new lifestyle. I was around 200 kilos, 440 pounds. Muffin and I usually spent the day
together in our apartment, playing videogames or watching series or just enjoying some
nice cuddling sessions. He had become my best friend, and we were always spoiling each
other with food. Thanks to him I became fonder of myself, well, there was more of me to be
fond of!
Who would’ve said meeting a lazy and fat Snorlax could be so life-changing?
doze off, the doctor opened the door and called for my name.
“Miles Cooper? Come in, please.”
And so, I did.
“Miles, I see here that you’ve come due to a diagnosis on... hypersomnia, right?” She looked
down her papers. “And you need a permission to be provided with a therapeutic pokemon,
which brings you here.”
“Yes ma’am, that’s about it.” I said in a pretty awkward tone, I was a little bit nervous.
“Have you ever taken care of a pokemon before?” she looked at me directly in the eyes.
When you’re the responsible of assigning pokemon to people for therapy, you have to be
extra careful for the pokemon’s wellbeing.
“Oh yes of course. I used to have a torracat back when I was living with my parents. I know
it’s not an overly complicated pokemon but... the one you’re gonna assign me isn’t really
that hard to take care of, right? I mean I know they require a lot of food but that doesn’t
have to-
“Miles.” She snapped me out of my monologue. “I just want to make sure that you can take
care of a Snorlax and bond with the pokemon. I looked in your files and you seem like a
person who could properly take care of... him.” She took out a pokeball. “I need to see how
he reacts to you. If he likes you, it’s all set, you can take him home with you right away.”
I nodded, sweating nervously. Of course, I could take care of pokemon, but a Snorlax took
up a lot of space and well, food! But it was for my own good. Besides, I could make a new
friend! Or at least I hoped so.
The doctor took the pokeball and, after making sure I was ready, she let Snorlax out. In the
blink of an eye, a gargantuan pokemon stood in front of me. My 200 lbs self was nothing
compared to this huge beast. He looked at me, smiling, with his hands on his belly. He
looked pretty jolly to me.
“Miles, meet Muffin. Muffin, this is Miles, the person I talked to you about. What do you
think, big guy?” She asked the pokemon.
Muffin looked at me. What a funny name for a Snorlax, I thought. I guess now I know what
his favorite food is. He got closer to me. Each step made the floor tremble. Sweat was
running down my face at this point. What if he didn’t like me?
But to my surprise, the huge pokemon hugged me. Not in a brutish or painful way, but very
kindly. I could feel his soft fur, and his warm belly, which was like a nice comfortable
mattress.
“Well, that settles it. Isn’t Muffin a sweet guy, Miles?” The doctor laughed seeing how
shocked and sweaty I was. “Come on Muffin, you’ll have plenty of time to hug Miles. He’ll
be lent to you, alright? You have to sign some papers. But since it’s your first time getting a
therapeutic pokemon, I’ll tell you the basics. Come on, Muffin, I need you to get back inside
the pokeball.”
“Lax, lax!” He said as he got into the pokeball.
“Whoah, he’s very docile, and affectionate. I was so anxious, I mean, you could tell, right?” I
smiled at her, feeling a huge relief.
“He is, he’s one of the best pokemon we have around. That’s why you got to take good care
of him, and he’ll take care of you as well. Now, his pokeball is connected to the hospital’s
database. If anything were to happen to him, we’d be noticed immediately. Also, as you
might know, Snorlax is a pokemon that requires at least 400 kilograms of food per day. You
have to feed him food for big pokemon, which can supply enough calories without having to
spend a fortune. However, Muffin will always ask you for food, try not to spoil him a lot,
alright?” She explained while writing it down on a paper. “You should know this already but
don’t eat his food, it could have a big impact on your body.”
I nodded and nodded.
“He can be a bit clingy at times, he loves the attention. However, as you’ve seen, he’s very
obedient, so don’t be afraid to go tough on him if needed.” She handed me some papers.
“Sign here and you can pick him up right away. I’ll also provide you with some food for him
for the rest of the day, but please buy him proper food as soon as possible.”
I took a pen and looked at all the paperwork. Before signing, I had a question to make.
“If we bond, can I keep him? Between you and me, I’ve been pretty lonely since I moved out
of my parent’s place. I know he’s property of the hospital but we’ll be together for months
and... I’m not good at saying good bye.
“Well...” she chuckled. “Yes, Miles, if he agrees, you could end up becoming his trainer. He’s
been with us since he was just a Munchlax, but the big guy seems to like you a lot. So yeah,
it’s possible.”
And so, I signed the papers.
An hour had passed and Muffin was still resting in his pokeball, inside my bag. I got him
some food, of course. The concept of such a small piece of food containing so many calories
was interesting nonetheless. I’ve heard people of who got really fat by eating this stuff, but
never met anyone like that myself. Maybe...
No, I couldn’t. This food is supposed to be for Muffin, not for me. It was just a thought, just
a silly, little thought. I did want to get bigger, I always wanted to be, well, cuddlier. But if I
took some of this, consequences could get out of hand for me.
Anyway, Muffin.
I left my stuff on my bed and went to the living room. I took the pokeball and called out for
him.
“Come on big guy, check out your new home.”
He came out of the pokeball with the same jolly smile as before. Of course, he took up most
of the living room space. He checked out his surroundings. My apartment was cozy, full of
geeky stuff like posters and so on. I had cleaned out most of the place beforehand. Since I
started living on my own, I had become a bit of a slob, honestly. Having trouble sleeping, I’d
stay up for most of the night, wake up late, had no time for cleaning, almost always ate fast
food... I was kind of a mess.
Suddenly, a huge growl snapped me out of my trail of thought.
“Oh, sorry Muffin, you must be starving. Look, I got you some food for you. It says that each
biscuit equals 100 kilograms of food, four should be fine for a big guy like you.” I took the
bag with the pokemon food and handed some to him.
“Snor!!” He took them happily and started munching on them. He looked like the happiest
pokemon ever, seeing him like this even put a smile on my face. But after eating those four
biscuits, he had noticed the pizza slice that was standing on my table. He just looked at it,
his face turning from extreme happiness to sudden sadness.
“I guess you want a treat, but I’m not supposed to spoil you...”
He looked at me, about to tear up.
“Awwww well, it’s just a slice of pizza and it’s your first day here, I guess it’s fine to spoil you
just a little. Don’t tell the doctor tho!” I took the slice and he opened his mouth. Without
even thinking twice, I fed it to him. He thanked me by hugging me the same way he did
earlier today.
“You’re such a cuddly buy, Muffin. I guess I better get used to it, huh? Come on big boy, you
can hug me all you want later, now I gotta show you around the place, alright?”
He nuzzled his head on mine and released me. After that I showed him my room, in which I
had put on a huge mattress for him. That was because of the therapy. Snorlax is a pokemon
who can spend the entire day just sleeping, and by him using yawn, I could get asleep
almost instantly. Which makes him sleeping next to me something necessary for the whole
thing to work. I didn’t care about sleeping next to a pokemon, specially such an affectionate
and gentle one. I mean, could he smother me accidentally? I don’t think so.
He sat on the mattress, it seemed like he liked it. He looked at me and moved his arms,
calling me next to him, I sat right beside him. His belly was just immense and round, I even
felt somehow... jealous. He went for another hug. He was, indeed, pretty clingy, which
would bother some people for sure, but not me.
“Hey big guy, you seem to love this huh? Was it lonely at the hospital? I bet you had a lot of
friends around there.”
“Lax, lax...” he said in a melancholic tone, looking down.
Somehow, I understood how Muffin felt. Therapy pokemon lived with the hospital staff but
they didn’t really belong in a home. And big guy here seemed to be the kind of pokemon
who wants to settle down and wants to be loved by his trainer. Sweet, soft, obedient... he
was trying his best for me to like him.
“Well, you’ll be my roomie for some months, and I work using my laptop, which means I’m
always home. You don’t have to worry about being lonely. I can already tell we’ll be good
friends, big guy!” I said as I scratched his head. “Hey, it’s getting late, wanna try to see if you
can put me to sleep with your yawn?”
“Lax!” He chuckled, taking a deep breath.
“Wait Muffin, I still have to get into... my... b-bed...”
I had never experienced something similar. I mean, many pokemon can put you to sleep,
but Muffin’s yawn had put me to sleep INSTANTLY. I guess he was way too obedient. When I
woke up, my reaction was just priceless. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was
Muffin’s chest. He was hugging me as if I was a teddy bear! I had no complains tho, his belly
was comfortable for sure.
“Muffin, big guy...” I said, still lightheaded, trying to get away from the Snorlax`s grip
without any success. But...
“Muffin, it’s breakfast time~”
He suddenly opened his eyes and his usual smile sprouted out on his face.
“Lax lax, lax!” He let go of me, getting up almost instantly. How could such a heavy pokemon
move so fast and swiftly just by hearing of food!? I could do nothing but laugh out loud, and
so did him.
“Listen Muffin, I haven’t had slept like that in years, but next time, give me a heads up, okay
bud? You’re comfy tho, you might end up replacing my bed... hahahah!”
I made some toasts and milk for breakfast. Muffin drooled just be looking at it. He was
trained not to eat something without permission, which sounds almost impossible for a
Snorlax. Oh, come on, how could I keep him from eating just like I did? I made more toasts
just for him, which were very much appreciated.
“You know Muffin, I wish I was a snorlax just like you.”
I wasn’t supposed to say that out loud, but I couldn’t avoid it, it just came out of my mind by
looking at him guzzling down the toasts.
“Nor? Lax?” He raised an eyebrow at me, questioning what I said.
“O-oh well, you know, you’re so big, cuddly, you spend the whole day just eating and
sleeping, you’re friendly and nice and...
...since I moved out, I started thinking about how I want to look. I’ve been trying to put on
weight, I eat a ton of fast food, but no matter what I do, I don’t get any heavier.” I started
breaking down. I was so self-conscious about my body... I had been a gainer for years but
never accomplished to get big. A lot of people wouldn’t understand why I wanted to get fat.
It’s something I had always kept to myself. But somehow, Muffin felt so friendly and I felt so
comfortable with him that I ended up venting. “Sorry Muffin, I’m just a weirdo, heh...”
He, of course, got close to me and hugged me. I felt embraced. He never hesitated to hug
me. Muffin felt so self-confident. So comfortable in his own body, just being himself. And I
was filled with insecurities.
“Thanks, big guy. I’m glad we got to meet each other, you know?”
He smiled at me, but it wasn’t a jolly smile. He was... teasing me? He took the other toast
and, without any warning, stuffed it in my mouth.
“Lax lax lax~” He said looking at me in the eyes, pushing the toast further, as I munched on it
and swallowed to prevent me to choke.
And then I realized that Muffin was not just a sweet, loving Snorlax. He... wanted me to get
fat. He rubbed my belly as I finished the toast, cornering me with his huge body, pushing me
towards the wall.
I felt weird. Nervous, somehow scared, somehow excited. I knew Muffin wasn’t going to
hurt me. But he was smothering me with his belly, making me blush, making me sweat,
pinning me...
“M-Muffin, big guy, c-cut it out, come on.” My heart was razing, I couldn’t believe any of
this.
He pushed more, smothering me with his gargantuan belly. He was loving this, I could tell.
“P-please, Muffin, please!!” I begged, with my face bright red and sweat dripping down my
face.
He took a step back, letting me go. Then he laughed his ass off at me.
“Are you a bully now or what huh!? That wasn’t funny, Muffin! It was embarrassing as hell
you know!? Why did you do that???”
He simply put his hand on top of my head and scratched my hair. I got it, he just wanted to
tease me. But I wasn’t expecting it at all.
He turned around and took the bag of pokemon food from the counter, he took a single
biscuit out of it. He held it in front of me.
“Muffin... I don’t know what’s gotten into you but I... This... Big guy, maybe you just wanna
help, but this is not the way, for real, put that thing down, I was just rambling, I, I..., I
shouldn’t have said anything, I...”
He looked at me in the eyes. Suddenly, the whole world seemed to disappear. It was just
him and I. A big, fat snorlax, and a little, weak dude. Somehow, I felt like I heard his voice.
“Trust me, Miles. I want to make you happy. Don’t you wanna be like me?”
Yes, I did. I wanted to be fat. I wanted to be huge, a ball of lard. I wanted to wear 4XL
clothing, I wanted curves, stretch marks, a big belly. I wanted to be self-indulgent, a big fat
slob. But I was afraid. Afraid that by becoming what I wanted to be, others would reject me.
That I would end up alone for the rest of my life.
But now I had Muffin and he felt like a friend. He understood me perfectly. He loved being
so big and lazy, and wanted me to feel as happy as him.
I took a bite.
I was mesmerized.
My belly got bigger and bigger, and so did my moobs. New rolls appeared. The shirt I was
wearing was ripping and so did my pants. Bigger arms, bigger legs, bigger butt... Even my
face shape changed. Becoming bigger, softer, filled with lard.
I used my hands to feel my new body. It was plump and squishy, and my arms did feel
heavier. I quickly went to the bathroom to check myself in the mirror. I looked beautiful, I
loved it.
I looked at Muffin and hugged him tightly. For the first time, it was me who was hugging
him, not the other way around.
A month had passed since that day. After getting some new clothes I quickly got used to my
new lifestyle. I was around 200 kilos, 440 pounds. Muffin and I usually spent the day
together in our apartment, playing videogames or watching series or just enjoying some
nice cuddling sessions. He had become my best friend, and we were always spoiling each
other with food. Thanks to him I became fonder of myself, well, there was more of me to be
fond of!
Who would’ve said meeting a lazy and fat Snorlax could be so life-changing?
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Pokemon
Size 120 x 120px
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