The final part of Pokepals. Will Mew, Victini, and the rest of the lardy legendaries be able to stop Mischief Night and the Zorua Sneaks from unleashing their ultimate prank?

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“Everyone ready for this?” asked Mew as they stood in line to sign in for the big Pokemon battle competition, Pokebrawl. None of them had ever participated before, but they knew it well enough that it was one of the biggest spectacles of their world. Practically every Pokemon was either going to be present in the stadium or glued to the television to watch it. If a prank was pulled there, it was more than likely the entire continent would erupt with laughter. This was something the seven Legendary Pokemon wanted to prevent at all costs.

As Mew and his friends, Victini, Celebi, Jirachi, Manaphy, Shaymin, and newcomer, Keldeo stood in line, they attracted more than a number of looks from the other Pokemon there. It wasn’t due to admiration, jealousy, or fear, but out of amusement and a smidge of curiosity too. For the group of seven, it was easy to see why. Each and every one of them was obese, huge, and round balls of lard that wobbled and jiggled with every movement they made.

They were all “Legendary Lardos,” “Tubs of blubber that put Snorlax to shame,” and a number of other things that the Loud Exploud had written about them, all courtesy of Mew’s brother Mischief Nyte. They were all the victim of one prank of his or another over the last few weeks, but they were all just a prelude to whatever he had in store for them now. But whatever it was they were up against, they were all focused and determined to not let Nyte succeed this time.

“I am!” answered Victini first as he attempted to make his typical V pose for victory, but he was so far and round that he looked more like an “O.” “‘V’ is for Victory!” Well, most of them were focused on the task at hand anyway.

“That pose doesn’t really work when you are tremendously fat,” commented Shaymin.

“I wouldn’t be talking if I was you,” replied Manaphy. “Will you be able to fly in your current state?”

“Are you calling me fat?” Shaymin cried and the look everyone gave her reminded her that she was very much so. “Oh, yeah, but it’s still not nice and you’re a fatso too just like everyone else here. Are we sure we can even seriously compete in the state we are in?”

“Even with our bodies in this bulbous and pachydermic state,” calculated Celebi. “We should still be more than satisfactory combatants in his melee competition. While speed, mobility, and evasion might be at an all time low for us, our powers are still far above average and utilizing our strengths while factoring in using as little movement as possible, a desirable outcome is assured.”

“What?” everyone asked unable to understand what he was saying.

“Despite being sumo-sized we shouldn’t have any trouble winning the Pokebrawl,” he explained.

“Yeah!” agreed Jirachi. “I don’t normally try to grant my own wishes, but I’m wishing for our victory. I know we can do it!”

“That’s the spirit,” Mew smiled looking at his team. He then turned to Keldeo. “How about you? You have been awfully quiet the whole way coming here.”

“Forgive me,” he apologized with a serious face that filled the air with tension. “I was always told a warrior must be focused and calm before a fierce battle, showing not the slightest sign of weakness, for to do so can mean defeat.” His words rang true to the others, attempting to take them to heart too, but the impact of his words was quickly lost to the thundering roar of all their stomachs. “Oh, by the way, who brought the snacks? I’m starved!”

“Indeed,” agreed Celebi. “It would be most logical to not fight on an empty stomach. We will require energy to succeed.”

“Then look no further,” cheered Victini reaching into an overstuffed backpack he had. “I’ve got the snackage right here!” Opening it up, he tossed out bags of chips, snack cakes, and other junk food everyone started munching on.

“Mmm,” drooled Shaymin with delight as she munched up some cheesy chips and got her muzzle stained orange. “That cheese aroma from opening the bag is so great.”

“Care to trade a few pieces of chocolate for some cheesy chips?” offered Manaphy.

“Yes, please,” smiled Manaphy and the two happily swapped and kept on stuffing their faces.”

“For justice, I will eat Twinkies,” vowed Keldeo as he scarfed them down one after another. “Mmm, justice sure is creamy and delicious.”

“This is not boding well,” thought Mew as the onlooking Pokemon watched them stuff their fat faces with more unhealthy, calorie-packed goodies and snickered like they were a sideshow. It was indeed a spectacle, but as he watched his team gobble up one bag of snacks after another, and could see that the same was true for him, stuffing mini cookies into his maw pawful after pawful, he was also aware of something more frightening about it. “Nyte’s manipulation of our nature is getting worse. We can’t even go an hour before hunger hits us. We can’t go anywhere without bringing snacks either. To top it off, we’ve been packing on more pounds per meal too. We might not be as fat as were were after the effects of hyper fattening foods wore off on us, but we’re much fatter than we all were after recovering from the hospital.”

As Mew pondered this, he gobbled up his cookies like he was racing the rest of his team to see who could eat more. He already had his eyes on what he wanted to eat next and he was hurrying in the hopes the others didn’t snag it first. Mew was aware of this behavior and most of the others seemed just as aware, but they were all powerless to defy their nature at this point. “By the looks of things,” noted Mew. “The effects will be at full power during the tournament and who knows what’ll happen to us then. Is Nyte planning on giving us a total defeat against a team of six Magikarp that only know splash or something while we’re unable to do anything but surrender so we can hurry over to the snack bar? No, just like Celebi said, we can win this whole thing despite what’s happened to us. Whatever he’s planning, it has to be something much worse. Something we haven’t even considered yet.”

“Is everything ok?” Victini asked Mew who looked deep in thought while he stuffed his face.

“Huh?” mumbled Mew, spewing cookie crumbs as he spoke. “Oh, sorry. It’s nothing. Heheh.” Mew faked a smile to conceal his fears. “I was just considering what snack I wanted next.”

“Which one is that?” wondered Victini curiously as he picked up a bag of fruity, chewy candy and started on it.

“That,” Mew answered and pointed at the bag Victini had.

“Oopsie,” he blushed, but didn’t stop eating them. If anything, he ate them even faster.

“Next!” called the Audino at the sign in counter to Mew and his team. They were next in line, but were so lost in the middle of eating and conversing that they didn’t notice. “You’re up!” she called again a bit louder, but it was still no good. “Next in line! Please come up!” she shouted out looking quite annoyed and only getting more irate by the team of Legendaries holding up the line. A vein throbbing in her forehead, an angry look replaced her frustrated smile. “HEY!!! YOU GLUTTONOUS BLOBS OF POKEPUDGE!!! WADDLED THOSE KEISTERS OVER HERE THIS INSTANT!!!” This time, her voice was too loud to ignore, making Mew and the others jump in fright as well as everyone else behind them in line and anyone who happened to be within range to hear such a frightful shriek.

“Oh, sorry,” Mew apologized as he and the others were snapped out of their binging. “Here’s our tickets.”

One-by-one the seven Pokemon handed their tickets to the Audino and she scanned the barcodes on them. “So, you six participants in the Pokebrawl?” Audino asked with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t know what you’ve heard about this place, but it’s Pokemon battles, not eating battles.”

“We know that and we are here to fight,” stated Keldeo.

“And win!” cheered Victini making his pose. “‘V’ is for victory!”

“Looks more like an ‘O’ for Obese,” everyone else thought.

“Well, this confirms the arrival of Team Mew Two Thousand,” she spoke.

“That’s a weird name,” commented Jirachi. “We don’t even have a Mewtwo on our team.”

“Actually,” noticed Celebi. “It appears to be Mew and the number 2,000, most likely referring to the number associated with a ton. In other words, a Mew that weighs a ton.”

“Lo and behold, my brother continues to mock me,” sighed Mew. “Well, let’s get going to our team box.”

They entered into the building, but Audino held an arm in the way over the overweight, pink Pokemon. “Mr. Mewton,” Audino told him.

“Don’t call me that,”he grumbled.

“Only members of the team can walk, uh, waddle onto the battlegrounds. You will have to take your seat and watch.”

“Well, where’s my seat?” he asked as he was handed back his ticket.

“It’s in hospitality suite three,” she told him. “Just take the stairs on the left and it’ll be the third door on your right.”

“Thanks,” replied Mew before turning back to the others. “Looks like we’ve got to go our separate ways from here. I have a feeling Nyte will be waiting for me. If I can beat him here then I can end this once and for all. If not, then it’ll be up to you guys to avoid whatever trap he has set up. Keep your guard up and don’t lose to anyone.”

“Just leave that to us,” smiled Keldeo. “Justice will prevail this day.”


Mew went his separate way from the rest of the team, heading up the stairs. The others went straight down the hall and through some double doors that led out into the battlegrounds they were to be fighting on. In the center was a huge battlefield, ready and untouched for the fighting that was likely to leave it riddled with scars before long. All around it were the team boxes with groups of Pokemon in them, already itching for a fight. While some had all six members there, some were missing one or two that were going around to scope out the competition they’d be up against.

“I wonder where our box is,” commented Shaymin looking around.

“Hey, Team Mew Two Thousand!” called a Zorua who was waiting eagerly by an empty box. There were several other Zoruas there as well as a Buizel and a Cyndaquil.

“Oh, great,” groaned Celebi looking less than happy to see them. “It’s the Zorua Sneaks again.” Manaphy, Shaymin, and Keldeo also didn’t look happy, but Victini and Jirachi just waved and waddled over to them.

“Hey, guys,” greeted Victini, giving the one who greeted him a belly bump and knocked him back with it. “How have you all been?”

“Just been pranking a few Legendaries,” he answered.

“Guess that’d be us,” Victini assumed laughed heartily.

“So, where’s your leader?” asked Jirachi. “Isn’t he around here with you?”

“He’s got other business to attend to, but we were assigned to be your support crew,” he explained. “Hungry, tired, or anything at all and we’re the mons to keep you at peak fighting condition.”

“And why should we trust the likes of you?” questioned Celebi. “You are all working for Nyte so this is clearly a trap.”

“We should send you all flying for all the trouble and embarrassment you caused us,” added Manaphy.

“Please,” pleaded the Zorua. “We are not going to pull any pranks on you. Our only orders were to cater to you and be your support. If at any point you feel something is off, you can dismiss us or even use us as guinea pigs to try anything you think might be a trick. Surely, we can’t prank you under these circumstances.”

“Maybe,” pondered Manaphy as he looked at the two other Pokemon that were there to support them. “But what’s the story with these two?”

“I remember you guys,” stated Keldeo. “You were the guys who fed me all that ramen.”

“Glad you remember us,” smiled Buizel.

“Cause we are…” continued Cyndaquil.

“Ramen Masters!” they shouted together and stood back to back to make an epic pose.

“We also make other stuff now too,” added Buizel.

“That was awesome!” cheered Victini. Jirachi giggled happily. The others didn’t see what was such a big deal of making ramen. “Ramen Masters! So cool!”

“So, what are you two doing here?” asked Keldeo.

“That Mew gave us a job to cater for you guys here today,” Cyndaquil explained. “So anything on our menu we’ll whip up for you quick as we can.”

“Where did you get the ingredients from?” asked Shaymin peeking into their stand to see what they had.

“All fresh from the town’s farmers market,” answered Buizel. “We got it this morning to give you the best and freshest food money could buy.”

“And said food was never out of your sights for even a moment?” questioned Manaphy.

“We spent a bit too much time shopping and were almost late showing up. We only arrived a bit before you guys did,” stated Buizel.

“So, then there was no time for the food to be messed with,” noted Celebi. “I’d say it is safe to eat and with how things are set up we’re surely safe from other tricks. What do you guys think?”

“I think I want a burger,” drooled Victini as he looked through the menu that Buizel handed him. “Oh, and some of those cheese fries.”

“The chicken fingers and onion rings look tasty too,” Jirachi salivated licking her chops.

“Well, they’ve made their decision,” continued Celebi not looking all that surprised. “What about the rest of you?”

“I may not be as familiar with everything that’s happened as everyone else, but I do know these two and have tasted their cooking before and it is definitely some of the best I’ve ever had. So, I believe we can trust them and what they make.” Waddling forward, dragging his gargantuan gut beneath him, Keldeo went to place his order too.

“I’m glad he can trust them, but it doesn’t mean we need to eat after we just had all those snacks outside,” sighed Celebi before his own gut grumbled hungrily. “But then again, our bodies seem to have developed a greater need for frequent food consumption that must be met with a proper intake of calorie-filled matter in order for our biological functions to…” He paused mid-over-complicated-sentence and waddled behind Keldeo. “I’m hungry, I’m eating.”

“Guess we might as well eat too,” Manaphy said rubbing his belly. Shaymin nodded and waddled over to join him.

The Zorua Sneaks snickered as they watched the team of six eagerly place their orders. “Just as we promised,” one said. “No pranking from us. Whatever happens is all on you.”


Making his way to his hospitality suite, Mew looked at the door and grumbled when he read the nameplate on it, “Arceus Room.” “Just loves throwing salt in the wounds,” Mew commented. “Nyte is definitely inside.” Opening the door, Mew found the room dark save for the light coming through the window separating the suite from the arena. Waddling in, it was ominously quiet and there was a big, comfy chair facing the window. “Nyte, are you here?”

“Mew?” replied Nyte as he lifted his head up from the chair to see his brother. “It is nice seeing you.” The smile he gave him was a warm and sincere one.

“Circumstances aside,” replied Mew. “It really is.” Nyte got up from his chair and floated over to Mew. The two exchanged a friendly, brotherly hug, not tricks at all. When their hug ended, they both walked over to the window and looked down at the battlefield. Mew could see all the participants getting ready, including his own team that was busily stuffing their faces at their box. Victini was standing outside it, attempting to do his victory pose, but he was only looking less “V” shaped the fatter he got.

“This is one of the biggest events in the Pokemon World,” stated Nyte. “I remember when we were growing up how badly we both wanted to go here and see this.”

“I remember too,” reminisced Mew, but then he looked at Nyte more seriously. “But we aren’t here to fulfill our childhood aspirations, are we? Tell me what you are planning. What prank do you have in mind for me and my friends this time?”

“I could tell you,” he chuckled and patted Mew’s plump cheek. “But it’d make no difference. As things are progressing, nothing can stop it now.”

“Tell me, is pranking others and humiliating them all you care about?” questioned Mew not sounding so happy to be with his brother now. “Wasn’t it bad enough that I had to suffer years of whoopie cushions on chairs and joy buzzers since PokeSchool? The jokes my be more convoluted than before, but you are still the same as you’ve ever been. Didn’t you ever want to be anything more?”

“Why do you think I became a prankster in the first place?” he countered. “I was a Mew just like you, but I didn’t have your talent or power. While you were showing off every attack under the sun I was just there to play the role of the proud brother. Nothing I did was ever going to stand out from you. In terms of ability we were as different as day and night.”

“And so you decided to adapt yourself to the prankiest night of the year,” concluded Mew. “Mischief Night.”

“You were also great at ending my stories and taking away my thunder too,” added Nyte.

“Then this is all just another attempt to elevate yourself by humiliating me,” accused Mew. “What is it gonna be? Will there be a halftime show where you’ll have me do the truffle shuffle or something ludicrous like that?”

“Not everything I do is about you,” Nyte replied. “Though adding you in does make it all the more enjoyable for me. Now why don’t you be a good boy and sit down. The battles are going to start soon and I’d hate for you to miss out. Food should be arriving soon and I know how much you love to eat.”

“It seems our friendly little chat has to come to an end,” decided Mew. “I promised to stop you by any means.”

“Nothing you can do to me will change that, but you’re welcome to try,” grinned Nyte as he trapped Mew within a bubble. “Been a while since we’ve had a chance to fight too. I hope all that blubber hasn’t made you too soft metaphorically as well as physically.” The bubble started to shrink, attempting to compress Mew’s body down as much as possible. “But it might be nice to add a fat Mew to my collection.”

“Nice try,” groaned Mew as he formed a bubble beneath Nyte’s and expanded his bubble to push the other back and burst it. “But you and I both know who is stronger.”

“Darn! It was so close too,” replied Nyte as he held his paws out for a Psybeam and fired it at Mew who countered with the same attack. The two beams collided and while they were even for a bit, Mew just added more power behind his own and easily overtook Nyte, blasting him against the wall on the opposite side of the room.

“Had enough?” asked Mew. “We can keep going, but I can easily overpower you every time. There is no way you can defeat me.”

“I know I cannot win in a fight like this,” Nyte admitted. “But there are other options. Case and point, Exhibit A.” Nyte pointed at Mew’s belly and as if on cue it started to grumble with hunger.

“Oh, but I just ate,” he groaned as he sat down to rub it.

“The change in nature I gave you seems to have taken hold of you very nicely,” Nyte grinned and then the door opened. The leader of the Zorua Sneaks entered pushing in a cart of food. “Glad to see you are being prompt.”

“You did threaten to keep my confined in one of your bubbles for all eternity if we screwed up now,” answered Zorua as he placed the cart of food by the window. “Anything else?”

“Just ensure that more food in brought in at regular intervals,” he replied. “I wouldn’t want my brother to go hungry.” Turning to Mew, while Zorua left, he watched him on the ground with hunger and attempting to claw his way over to the food Zorua brought in. His gut gurgled loudly as his hunger only grew worse. Smiling, Nyte created a bubble beneath Mew and floated him over to the cart of food. It popped, dropping him right in front of it and then without wasting a moment, he started to binge on it.

“Omnomnom!” he mumbled as he stuffed his fat face. “Oh, I thought I was gonna starve for a second.”

“We wouldn’t want that,” snickered Nyte, getting a much more comfortable seat on Mew than the chair had had been sitting on prior and patted his brother’s head. “Try to take your head out of the feeding trough or you’ll miss the fighting.” Looking through the window, the tournament had begun. Mew continued to stuff his face, his hunger too great to control as he crammed everything he could reach down his gullet.


The battles were as epic as anyone could imagine. It had everything one would expect, huge attacks like Thunderbolt, Ice Beam, and Overheat going off in spectacular fashion, damaging the battlefield and any Pokemon unable to dodge out of the way, top tier battlers fighting showing off months of training to prove to everyone that they were the strongest, and a Level One Rattata wearing a Focus Sash and knowledge of the moves Endeavor and Quick Attack to throw a monkey wrench into the works.

However, the thing that caught the attention of everyone there, from the audience to the competitors was Team Mew Two Thousand. With the Loud Exploud there was little surprise to how hugely fat the were, but seeing them waddle onto the battlefield to fight was even more shocking. When their battles started, everyone expected them to get beaten with ease or at least tire out from how insanely overweight they were, but with the might one would expect from a Legendary Pokemon, they swept through the opposing teams with whatever moves they knew that didn’t require a lot of physical effort on their part. By the time they all had managed to fight at least once, the crowd had quickly took a liking to them and began cheering all of them on. The cheering even seemed to become more intense as they say down to stuff their faces and fill themselves up after their latest hunger-inducing battle.

“Aren’t those the same Pokemon that were in that tabloid for being obese?”

“Has to be. They still are.”

“Wonder why they are fighting here? Are they trying to regain some of their dignity?”

“Maybe, but why are they eating like that? I’d figure they’d try to look their best if this was their way of getting redeemed.”

“Doesn’t look like they need to be diet to win though. They just crushed the first few rounds without even taking a single step.”

“Yeah. That was awesome. Maybe all this is some sort of statement they are trying to make?”

“What kind of statement is that? ‘Being fat rules’ or something like that?”

“I don’t know, but seeing them eat is making me feel hungry.”

“Me too.”

“Wanna hit up the concessions before the next round starts?”

“Let’s go!”

Conversations like that were being made by the numerous Pokemon in the audience as they watched Mew’s team do battle. In droves they got up and hurried their way to the concessions to purchase snacks and hurry back to keep watching.

“Looks like we’re doing fairly well,” commented Celebi as he stuffed his face with some french fries to recharge after another battle. His stomach rumbled with hunger just as badly as Mew’s did after his battle with Nyte.

“This makes three rounds won and four to go,” replied Manaphy as he slurped up a bowl of soup noodles. “I hope we can keep this up. I’m not sure about the rest of you, but my hunger pangs are hurting more than any attacks our opponents have hit us with.”

“We’ll be fine so long as we have our support team,” Jirachi stated as the Zorua Sneaks hustled over to them with several more trays of food. After deliver it, they then hurried back to be ready for the next course of food to be prepared.

“Go team! Go!” cheered Victini as he wobbled about with a pair of thick turkey legs in his hands that he munched in turn.

“Who are you cheering?” asked Shaymin. “We’re done our match this round.”

“I’m cheering our cooking team,” he smiled and kept shouting words of encouragement to Buizel and Cyndaquil as they were cooking up a storm, several storms at that. While Buizel had one paw holding a pan with a steak he was roasting on Cyndaquil’s back, his other was mixing a bowl of ingredients. At the same, Cyndaquil was chopping veggies while roasting shishkebab with a light Flamethrower.

“Man, you two can cook,” praised one of the Zorua Sneaks. “You really are cooking masters.”

“We’re the best,” panted Buizel looking tired like he had been the one fighting in the tournament. Cyndaquil looked very run ragged too. “It’ll take more than a team with legendary appetites to stop us.”

“By the way,” asked Cyndaquil as his flames started to dimmer a bit. “How much longer is this thing going to go on for?”

“Just four more rounds and then you’re home free,” the Zorua answered.

“It’ll be tough,” commented Cyndaquil as he reached into his energy reserves for more power and his flames came back to life. “But we can do it!”

“Yeah!” exclaimed Buizel feeling reinvigorated with his partner’s display of spirit. The two stopped cooking to do their pose again.

“We are cooking masters!!!” they cried out together.

“So awesome!” cheered Victini. “When this is over, we’re gonna need tons of food for a victory party.”

Hearing those words quickly sank both of their spirits again as the fell to the ground. “We’re going to have to cook for them even more?” whimpered Buizel.

“Not even a tribe of Snorlax could eat this much,” stated Cyndaquil. “Can we really fill them up?”

“It is our jobs as chefs to do that,” admitted Buizel. “So no matter the amount of food that is needed, we will succeed. That is the creed of the cook!”

“Yeah! Let’s do it!” agreed Cyndaquil as they started cooking even harder than ever, the crowd even cheering them on.


As the remaining rounds progressed and the crowd grew even more in favor of the obese team of legendaries, many more of the fans began stuffing their own faces with food, binging on whatever they to get their hands on at the concessions. Even fans watching the tournament elsewhere began to emulate them.

“Heheheh,” snickered Nyte with delight as he gazed upon the audience of Pokemon gorging like their lives depended on it. “It’s working just as I planned.”

“What is?” asked Mew as he pulled his head away from the cart of food. “Did the matches start yet?”

“We’re nearing the end of the finals,” he answered sounding quite amused. “You practically missed the whole thing, but there’s still time to get a look at my greatest prank ever.”

“What is it?” wondered Mew looking out for the joke. “Who did you prank?”

“Everyone,” he answered. “And it was all thanks to your gluttonous friends.”

“My friends?” asked Mew. “What did they do?”

“Only what I needed them to do,” he explained. “Eat and win. I’m sure you probably assumed I invited you all here to lose and face further humiliation, but that wasn’t it at all. I wanted them to succeed and more importantly, I wanted them big in both senses of the word. Big in size and big in popularity. Now thousands of adoring fans are emulating them, stuffing their faces to get fat not just here, but all over the world. Do you know what this means?”

“What was that?” asked Mew as he had already returned to stuffing his face with more food. “I got hungry in the middle of your explanation.”

“I guess that’s enough of that,” decided Nyte as he used his power and returned Mew’s nature to normal.

Mew stopped eating and pulled his muzzle from the food and looked at his stomach. “M-My belly! It’s not grumbling like crazy anymore!” he cried with great delight.

“Now as I was saying,” repeated Nyte. “Do you see what I’ve done? I’ve started a craze of obesity in the world. Pokemon will gorge themselves silly till they get as big and fat as you and your friends. Truly this is the grandest prank in the history of pranks. I managed to fatten up countless Pokemon by simply fattening up six and getting them to win PokeBrawl.”

“Six?” questioned Mew. “What about me?”

“Just our usual sibling rivalry,” answered Nyte. “But you know I only prank you so much cause you’re my brother and I love ya.” He gave his brother a pat on his head and floated off of him. “But it looks like my work here is done. I’ll turn your friends back to normal as thanks for a job well done and then I’ll be off to think of an even greater prank to pull, not to mention more made specially for you, Mew.”

“What did I ever do to get a brother like you?” he asked before letting out a belch from all the food he had eaten and caused his body to jiggle wildly.

“Guess just lucky,” snickered Nyte as he took his leave.

“Whoohoo!” cheered Victini, almost too fat to even be considered mobile as he stood victorious on the battlefield. His opponent, a Lucario was on the ground KOed after a brutal belly flop of a Body Slam and looked a lot flatter as a result. “V is for Victory! Finally, I’m a winner! Yay!” The audience cheered (at least the ones that didn’t have their faces stuffed with edibles) as Team Mew Two Thousand had won PokeBrawl.

Mew gave a little smile as he saw how happy and doughy his friend was, along with all the others who had also packed on some more weight during the tournament. Even Mew could see he was far fatter now too. “I hate to break it to ya,” said Mew. “But I think that we were totally defeated this time too.”


A few months passed since the end of PokeBrawl. Nyte was good to his word and restored all of Mew’s friends back to their original nature. Without the constant barrage of intense hunger mixed with insatiable gluttony, they were able to begin losing weight and begin to resemble their old selves… well, most of them anyway. Victini still seemed to enjoy all the blubber and continued to indulge himself.

However, even with the rest attempting to slim down, the majority of the Pokemon World had begun to adjust to a life of gluttony and obesity. It was hard to not see at least a few Pokemon sporting chubby guts and wider frames. Menus changed to include far more fattening options for Pokemon interested in gaining and they took advantage of it to pack on as many more pounds as they could.

“Look at them all,” commented Mew peeking in through a window of the local PokeBurger as a Pikachu, that easily outweighed a Munchlax as he ordered something very greasy and fattening at the local PokeBurger. There were at least a dozen of other Pokemon in there that were greatly overweight and only eating to pudgen themselves up even further. “They have no idea that they are fattening themselves due to deception.”

“Well, the same was true for us,” laughed Victini as he rubbed his still hugely fat gut happily. “Still kinda is since we haven’t lost any weight like the others. If nothing else, we probably gained a few more pounds.”

“I’m starting to think that Nyte didn’t even have to do much to you,” commented Mew. “You didn’t need to really be encouraged to binge, just have the food provided.”

“That’s probably very true,” admitted Victini as he patted Mew’s belly to make it wobble. “I do love getting to eat lots. Plus all this big, soft, doughy, blubber is tons of fun to grope and hug. It’s the best and I love it. But what’s your excuse? You aren’t exactly the carefree type like me.”

“I was checking the popularity polls for Legendaries,” he answered. “And it seems my ranking has risen over Arceus’s for the first time in forever.” As he said this, he beamed with pride. “So, I’ve kept the fat and even put a bit more on and sure enough my ranking has kept going up. Conversely, our friends have decreased a bit as they’ve started dieting since being obese is currently the big thing to be.”

“Heh, seems you should be thanking Nyte then,” giggled Victini as he kept playfully poking Mew’s flab.

“I guess should,” he nodded. “I’m one of the most popular now. In fact, the only Pokemon ahead of me in the polls right now is you.”

“I’m the most popular?!?” gasped Victini eagerly. “O is for Obesity!” He did his altered pose, attempting to make an O shape as it was much easier with how round and spherical his body was.

“Maybe for now, but I’m catching up with each pound I put on,” replied Mew. “By the next poll I’ll be fatter than you and a shoe in for first.”

“Not if I get even fatter still,” he retorted.

“Oh, is that a challenge?” questioned Mew as he pressed his gut up against Victini’s. His was clearly smaller, but not by very much.

“Maybe it is,” he smirked pushing back as they both leaned in fat face against fat face.

“Then how about a challenge?” suggested Mew.

“You know I’m always up for a challenge,” he nodded. “And I think I know exactly what you have in mind.”

The two turned their heads and were face to face with the very same buffet they had gone into so many months ago, the same one where all this had started. “Indeed. Let’s go!”

“V is for Victory!” cheered Victini as the two of them waddled forward as fast as their fat frames could carry them.