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Delayed April 2024 Drabbles
🕑 Added 2024-05-08 12:39:31 +0000 UTCFrom Fastest Man to Fattest Man.
In the bustling city of Memetrocity, the people had gotten used to the usual villains and slight spikes in crime waves. Course, where as most would see to leaving the city and effectively declaring the locality a demilitarised zone, the resident speedster hero was really the only reason any of the citizens still stayed. That and the low property value keeping rent down.
On this particular day the speedy hero, Snap, was dashing through the city. His golden costume left a blurred trail of light behind him, making a final circuit to make sure everything was okay before he goes for lunch. With his speed accelerating his metabolism, Snap had to eat plenty to keep up with it, often making stops at takeout places for quick snacks. Speeding beside the city park, Snap caught the telltale sound of a panicked scream and villain laughter, giving a near inaudible sigh as his lunch plans were delayed, Snap made a quick heel turn before rushing into the park.
Seeing the citizens running away, it didn’t take long before Snap saw the source of the chaos. In the park clearing, the speedster hero saw the villain Chaser standing atop a picnic table. The rogue scientist seems to have unleashed sentient monsters onto the populace, a departure from his usual devices. Though the sight of swollen men lying on the ground in torn clothing told him all that the villain hadn’t changed his ways.
“Really Chaser? Can’t you just prowl sites for guys into this?” Snap said, trying to ignore the gnawing hunger in his stomach as the villain turned his gaze to him. Though the scientist went on the usual monologue on how gainers weren’t dedicated enough and the desire for more wasn’t enough or something. Really, Snap had heard it all so many times that he didn’t really feel it was worth taking from his hunger. Though his attention was grabbed when the monologuing villain mentioned his new ‘feed blobs’ would regenerate unless eaten.
Realising he couldn’t just toss them aside nor wait, Snap decided to kill two birds with one stone, maybe even three if the Chaser was into this. With his mind set, more led on by his stomach, the speeding hero took off, throwing himself into the sentient masses of fattening concoctions, opening his mouth and stuffing himself.
Even with his speed, the few civilians staying close by with morbid curiosity watched the blur of their hero as he gorged on the villain’s creatures. The blur was not slowing down even as it seemed to grow larger and larger. The stunned crowd barely saw when the last food creature was consumed and the hero reappeared with a ground shaking thud.
Seated where the fattening villain, and subsequently the wooden table he had been standing on, was the fattest man the crowd had seen. The immense blob of a man laid on an ass that was actually taller than most men, a huge rolling belly spilling forward, seeming to swell and bulge as it worked to digest the villain’s fattening concoction. If not for the torn remnants of the speedster’s costume that clung against fatty rolls, the people wouldn’t have recognised the swelling mass as their hero.
Heaving a booming belch the rumbled and shook the park trees, the bloated hero rubbed his belly, or rather the top curve his hands could reach. A lazy smile as his mask barely clung around his bloated cheeks and chins.
“Man Chaser, you do good grub. Might ask you to cater for me as punishment,” Snap said, chuckling as he felt the aroused struggles of the crushed villain under his global ass cheeks.
A Primal Paradox.
Following the death of the famous professor and the subsequent reports of Area Zero, most people had agreed to leave anything involving that region and its unique Pokemon to either the most cautious teams, or the more foolhardy trainers.
So Darren had been surprised when his crush friend Kara confided in him that she wanted to catch one of the dangerous Pokemon. The usually soft spoken woman had said for the treasure hunt she wanted to toughen up, though Darren doubted she could do that since Area Zero was sealed off with the only entrance and exit guarded by the Pokemon League. Whilst there were rumours there was a variant of those paradox Pokemon in the Asado Desert, the rumours died when multiple trainers searched and found naught. So parting with Kara as they embarked on their quests, Darren didn’t think much when he saw Kara heading West.
This thought came to mind when he got a news alert that Cascarrafa and Porto Marinada were evacuated because of some monster Pokemon in the desert. Remembering Kara’s last message from Cascarrafa not even that morning, Darren hailed a flying taxi, having to argue and bribe the Cabbie to go to the Northern Pokemon Center in West Providence, the entire flight Darren kept trying to reach Kara on his Rotom Phone.
“Holy Shit?!” The exclamation of the Cabbie pulled Darren from his sixth attempt to call Kara and look out the windows. The mature student gasped, his rotom phone falling from his hands to the taxi floor as Darren saw what had put the region in a state of emergency. The trainer rushed out of the landed taxi, looking out over the expansive desert as he tried to understand what exactly he was seeing. Even with the vast distance, Darren felt the subtle earthquakes as the monster he saw made it’s way through the region.
Rising from the Asado Desert like a Galar Gigantamax Pokemon was an impossible huge figure. Even from a great distance, Darren could make out the features of a Great Tusk Pokemon. The large tusks being a dead giveaway, along with the segmented plates making up its trunk. The piercing yellow eyes shining through the sand drafts it sent up as it moved, seemingly looking for something. But whilst it shared the details of a kaiju sized Great Tusk, the creature wasn’t a Pokemon as it was standing on its hind legs, and had a body more of a human. Or more accurately an overblown and overfed Machoke. The creatures arms and legs were bloated with muscles that if at normal height would have put even the strongest trained Machamp to shame in sheer strength. The monster’s torso bloated with a round boulder of a gut, scarlet tufts of fur trailing up the boulder to a forest that coated the beast's impressive chest. Passing by one of the stone pillars that dotted the desert, knocking it over without even noticing it had bumped into the landmark, Darren blushed when he saw the very prominent cock that he was sure he couldn’t wrap his arms around.
“Darren…” An impossibly deep voice, almost thunder in power, called out. Pulled from his not at all appropriate thoughts, Darren realised he had zoned out to a point he didn’t notice the giant Pokemon had moved closer to him, or that it’s eyes bored into him. Taking a startled step back, Darren realised even with being on a cliff overlooking the desert, the giant Great Tusk rose higher, looking down at the minuscule trainer with an almost… cocky smile? The colossal Pokémon’s furry chest and mountain broad shoulders towering over him.
Before Darren could even think what to do, already dismissing trying to bring out any pokemon he had, the giant seemed to chuckle before leaning against the cliff edge. The ground cracked against the casual movement, forcing Darren to fall back as the Great Tusk loomed over him, the air thick with an almost musky tone.
“I told you I would toughen up!” The huge giant rumble, raising it’s huge arms and flexing, the boulder biceps bulging forth more. Though, Darren was focused on what the giant had said, and on how on the tip of it’s tusk was Kara’s rucksack.
“K-Kara?!” Darren exclaimed. He knew there were stories of people turning into pokemon, though mostly urban myths. But the giant Great Tusk only smiled, letting out a chuckle that was a deeper base of Kara’s light giggle.
“Surprised? Found this shed tusk, and when I touched it I got big,” The Giant beast that was Kara said, lowering his voice so Darren wasn’t at risk of going deaf. “No need to worry about having a strong team, I think even Arceus couldn’t take me on,”
Darren was surprised, for multiple reasons besides the extreme body transformation. Hearing the giant Kara mention challenging others when she was usually conflict averse, or how the big behemoth spoke on getting bigger. Though what drew Darren’s attention came as the behemoth’s stomach let out an earthquake gurgle.
“How about we go get some food? Finally go on that date you promised,”
