On an unassuming snowy night, Torta is left alone with nothing but a scarf, a phone, and a credit card. After a short walk leads him to a restaurant and a sweet shop, he may end up waddling back to the Poké Center by the end of the night.

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Another fanwork, this time of   Bodbloat 's Lucario, Torta! Silly little fella doesn't know when to quit it when he's eating, so I thought it'd be fun to fill him up a bit! Hence, this story—has some stuffing and butt expansion in the beginning, followed by a bit of tum, and then ends with some inflation when he tries to stop a milkshake leak with his mouth. Please enjoy!

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Thick clouds drifted across the afternoon sky, the blue expanse slowly giving way to evening as bits of orange and red seeped in from the air around the setting sun. Snow fell from the clouds lightly, most of it already lying upon the ground or on rooftops. There was a soft layer of noise from the people roaming the city street, chatting with one another, footsteps crunching on the snow, music playing through the open doors of shops.

There was a rush of air as the Poké Center’s doors opened, a sheet of snow falling down in response. Behind those doors was a Lucario—he shivered as he wrapped his arms around himself to shield from the cold. He stepped over the layer of snow as the doors closed behind him with another mechanical hum.

The Lucario was dressed a little bit more than a run-of-the-mill Pokémon—he had a scarf wrapped around his neck, red and yellow patterning contrasting heavily against his bright blue fur, and a small black bag at his side, the strap for it running across his chest.

He looked around, his ears perked up as he listened to everything around him. His tail lowered itself, almost between his legs, as he unzipped his bag, paws shivering ever so slightly. He pulled out a phone as he began to type away.

“I’m gonna go for a walk.” The Lucario looked around again as the message went through to his trainer. It didn’t take long for him to get a response.

“Alright, Torta, suit yourself. Pohã and I will be back soon!”

“okay!!”

With that, the Lucario tucked the phone back into his bag, a smile growing across his face. Torta patted the bag a few times to make sure he had everything he’d been given: the phone, a wallet, and a piece of paper with his trainer’s information on it. In case he got lost, his trainer told him.

There was a light nip in the air as Torta adjusted the scarf wrapped around his neck. They were stopped in this town for a little while, but his trainer had to go and deal with something, and so he was left at the Poké Center for the time being. He was getting antsy from sitting around so much—he had to stretch his legs, maybe get something to eat. His stomach growled at just the thought.

Torta smoothed out the fur on his stomach, trying to flatten it out. He was by no means chubby—he had a slender waist and wide hips, not to mention a generous amount of posterior. The other ‘mons on his team teased him about it relentlessly. He shook the thought off, ignoring the slight jiggle from his behind as he started walking along.

For now, the Lucario was simply enjoying the feeling of the fresh winter air blowing through his fur, the lightest of snow falling from the sky, and the positively gleaming amount of shops there were before them. The holiday season was still fresh in everyone’s minds, with lights still up and even a few Christmas trees standing in windows.

Leaving from the Poké Center, it was only a short walk and a single turn to get to the busiest part of town. People flooded the sidewalks, bags in hand, fretting to and fro as they shopped. A brief listen was enough for Torta’s ears to fold against his head to drown out the noise a bit; he should’ve gotten earmuffs, too.

A menagerie of shops filled Torta’s vision—places for clothes, for hair, and not to mention multiple restaurants. He hadn’t even noticed how many there were until he picked up the smell wafting through the air; fresh meats and savory sauces, warm sweets and fresh-baked pastries, the warmth calling to him like a light in the darkness. A little bit of warmth might be just what he needed when the weather was so chilly.

His stomach grumbled again as he tried to follow the smells to the best of his ability, tail perking up and wagging as he walked through the crowds of people. It was a bit hard to see through them—he wasn’t exactly the tallest—but he was able to duck and weave enough to get through most of them.

Torta stopped, closing his eyes as his aura sensors lifted up behind his head. He tried to scan through the crowd, looking through the many different auras that appeared before him. Even if he couldn’t scan the food itself, he might be able to see people eating, right?

A block or so ahead of him, just on his left, that’s exactly what he saw. A multitude of blue silhouettes, sitting down in chairs and eating. He opened his eyes with a smile, strutting through the crowd towards the smell of fresh food.

He picked out the smell of steak above everything else. As he got closer and closer, he could see the sign of the restaurant through the people in front of him: Antonio’s ‘Zard and Grill. Torta crept up to the window, standing on the tips of his toes to peer inside.

His breath fogging up the glass just a bit, he smushed his face up against it. Inside was no shortage of warm food, pleasant smells, and comfy seats…

Torta’s stomach growled loudly, and he saw a couple next to the window turn and look in his direction. He turned, hiding the red rising to his face with his scarf. He quickly went to where the front door was, trying to flatten his stomach again as he went inside.

A small bell rang as the door opened. A pleasantly warm feeling ran through his body, his ears perking up and tail stretching out. He walked up to the front desk—there was a smaller-looking cat sitting there, looking at a tablet. Torta stood up and rested his chin on the counter to get his attention.

The cat looked down at him with indifference before he did a double take. He stood up as he set the tablet in front of him.

“Welcome to Antonio’s, sir—sir, right?” he asked, typing something into the tablet.

Torta nodded, shifting a little bit on his feet.

“Alright, and do you… you want a table for one?”

Torta nodded again. He reached into his bag again, grabbing the wallet, but the cat held out a hand.

“No, no, you don’t have to pay now!” The cat chuckled a little under his breath as Torta put the wallet away. He was a bit confused but… well, he couldn’t recall the last time he’d been to a restaurant on his own. “You can wait until after you’ve got your food, okay?”

Torta nodded again-again.

The cat typed a few more things into the tablet before he scanned the Lucario up and down. “...do you have a name for the order?”

Torta’s eyes went wide. He patted down the bag, looking for something with his name on it, but the cat waved him to a stop again.

“It’s okay! I-I’ll just put it in as Lucario; is that alright?”

With a relieved sigh, Torta nodded again-again-again. The cat stood up and motioned for him to follow. He pushed himself off of the counter as he bobbed after the cat, taking in the sights and smells around him, tail wagging fervently with all of them bombarding his senses.

He almost bumped into the cat when he came to a stop, indicating the table in front of them. “Just sit here and someone will be with you shortly, okay?”

Torta nodded for the final time as they got into his seat. The cat gave a polite nod in return as they left; meanwhile, Torta shifted back and forth on the chair to get comfortable. It seemed like it was just wide enough for his hips, a little bit of room left on either side.

He rested his elbows on the table with a sigh, setting his chin onto one paw. He looked out across all of the other customers as he felt his mouth water at the sight of it all.

Thankfully for Torta, and his grumbling tummy, it didn’t take long for someone to come by and hand him a menu. The waiter, a jaguar-looking man, set it down before him and asked the Lucario what drink he wanted. Torta scanned the menu, searching for the Drinks section. He pointed to some soda as the jaguar wrote it down.

“Any appetizers?” the jaguar asked nonchalantly. Torta cocked an eyebrow as he flipped through the menu.

The Lucario’s eyes widened at the list of things present to him. Fries, pretzels, breadsticks—he quickly started pointing things out before his stomach could embarrass him again. He pointed to the cheesy fries, pretzel bits, and onion rings. And, after a moment’s hesitation, he pointed for a basket of mozzarella sticks, too.

The jaguar blinked a few times before he wrote everything down with a smile. “Geez, you expectin’ company, little guy?”

His paws darted quickly to cover his stomach and hide its grumbling. Torta nodded with a weak smile—of course he wasn’t going to eat all of it himself! Of course not…

“Alright, well, I’ll have the chefs working on that soon.” The jaguar tucked his pen into his pocket as he walked off. “And I’ll get you that drink real quick!”

Torta watched him go out of the corner of his eye before he quickly dove back into the menu, scanning his choices. He didn’t want to order any more appetizers—he might embarrass himself again—but he might get away with ordering a meal or four. There was a massive desserts section on the back of the menu, but he would save that for last.

He kicked his feet while he waited, tail wagging almost incessantly. The jaguar dropped by briefly to give him his soda, and he drank it nonstop as he waited for his food to arrive. He had to stop himself from drinking it all in one gulp, his stomach feeling like it was going to eat itself from the inside out if he didn’t give it what it wanted.

The smell hit his snout like a truck as it emerged—Torta turned his head on a swivel as the jaguar returned with a massive platter carrying all four of Torta’s appetizers. He balanced them all onto the table in front of him, the Lucario’s tail wagging like a propeller, before he tucked the tray under his arm and went off. Torta was alone with the most tantalizing appetizers he’d ever seen in his life, dripping with flavor.

He didn’t even think twice before he began to dig in.

Torta guzzled down the food in front of him, starting with the cheese fries. Tossing them in his mouth and feeling the slight crunch surrounded by the melted cheese flowing through his fangs—it was heavenly. He grabbed a handful of fries as he swallowed the first, stuffing them into his face with a delighted giggle. He chewed and swallowed, always having another handful as he licked the cheese from between his fingers.

Sitting next to the fries, the pretzel bites were taunting him with a slight bit of steam wafting off of them, the golden-brown texture catching Torta’s eye even as he dug through the cheesy fries. He pulled the basket of pretzels closer, picking up a few and tossing them back. The crispy exterior contrasted with the soft baked inside, wrapped in the salty finish; the Lucario’s eyes widened as he switched back and forth between the two appetizers.

As he ate and ate and ate, Torta didn’t even notice the slight food baby that was starting to form from his usually-slender stomach. His middle rounded out just a bit, a nice curve to the front of his furred belly.

However, without even thinking, his mind took over—a blue glow surrounded his gut as his aura sensors raised. His rounded stomach quickly flattened itself, only for his hips to swell outwards instead. Where once the chair he was sitting on had just enough room for his excessive rump, now his thighs were on the verge of spilling out over the edge.

Torta continued to eat away at his appetizers, unaware of the swelling going on in his lower half. He shifted himself, his thighs pushing up against each other, as his paws scraped at the bottom of the basket of cheesy fries. He grabbed a handful of pretzel bites, stuffing them in his maw, only to find he’d run out of them, too!

Disappointment flashed across his face until he saw the two appetizers still sitting untouched in front of him. He pushed the empty baskets aside as he lifted himself from his chair, pulling the onion rings and mozzarella sticks to sit in front of him. His chair wobbled as his rear came slamming back down onto it.

The mozzarella sticks were just the right mix of crunchy and chewy, and they even had a small cup of sauce to dip them in. And the onion rings had some seasoning on them with just enough spice to make his tongue tingle a little bit… Torta licked his lips again—it felt, and tasted, like he was in heaven.

As he dug into the second half of appetizers, his gut soon swelled up again. It wasn’t long before his aura passively redirected it to his hips once more—his thighs spilled out over the edge of the chair now, squishing up against each other as his rear expanded further. The poor chair creaked a bit as the weight atop it grew, shifting back and forth with even the slightest movement.

Torta had a face-ful of onion rings and his paw rifling through the mozzarella sticks when the waiter came back—he only noticed the jaguar was back when he cleared his throat. The Lucario quickly sat up straight, swallowing the onion rings and stifling a burp as he rested his paws in his lap.

“You must’ve been hungry!” the jaguar remarked as he picked up the empty baskets that Torta had already finished. He felt a heat rise in his face. “So, you ready to order?”

There was a moment of realization as Torta remembered he still had more food to order. The Lucario almost stumbled over himself, sitting up to reach across the table for the menu. He flipped through it to reach the entreés, pointing at anything that vaguely caught his eye. Sandwiches, salads, burgers, steaks—the jaguar diligently wrote everything down, taking the menu when he was finally finished. With a polite nod, he walked back off to the kitchen, leaving Torta alone with what was left of the appetizers.

He was almost out of appetizers, sadly. He tried to pace himself, only taking small bites, but his stomach wouldn’t have it. It grumbled lightly as it awaited more food—Torta rubbed his stomach with one paw while he continued to stuff his face.

Feeling the slight bulge of his stomach, he looked down at himself. He wiped a bit of cheese from his mouth as his eyes widened at the amount of tum he was already sporting; he prodded it with one finger, feeling the plush mass sink gently. For a moment, he worried if he might be overeating.

All amounts of concern fled his mind the instant he smelled the entreés. He whirled his head around, chair wobbling, as the jaguar carried out plate after plate of food, dripping with flavor. Torta’s mouth was already watering even before all of the food was set down. The jaguar gave him a polite nod.

“Go ahead, bud, you can eat.” The jaguar smiled, picking up the empty baskets now that all the appetizers were finished. “You don’t gotta wait on anyone.”

That was all Torta needed to hear—the jaguar left the Lucario, now with more than half a dozen plates of food. He dug in immediately, wolfing down meal after meal and savoring every bite. Flavors exploded in his mouth: the savory taste of the steak, the crunch and tang of the salad, the juicy tenderness of the burgers… one after another, there was no shortage of things to eat, and Torta was enjoying it.

In his stupor, his waistline continued to expand. Bite after bite, meal after meal, filled out the Lucario’s originally trim stomach. Any ordinary passerby watching close enough might actually see his stomach slowly swelling out into his lap the more he ate.

The moment his stomach started to get too filled, though, his aura got back to work. The basketball-sized belly plopped in his lap sank away as the blue glow surrounded it again, Torta’s hips expanding faster this time. Plush blue thighs swelled outwards with mass, the chair sinking into them as his rear dwarfed it entirely. The chair’s legs bent slightly, the weight of Torta’s expanding rear and hips starting to become too much.

Meal after meal after meal, time flew by while Torta ate. His hips stopped expanding as he took his last bite, now surely a few feet across in breadth. Despite his aura working subconsciously, it couldn’t stop him from developing a bit of a belly again—the Lucario laid back with a hefty sigh, two paws resting on the sides of his belly. The chair creaked under his weight—a single screw came loose from it, clattering to the floor underneath him.

His ears lay flat against his head, Torta tried his best to soothe his belly with all the food that had been packed away into it. His belly gurgled lightly, but he couldn’t tell if it was out of protest or if it wanted more.

The question was answered for him when the jaguar returned, picking up all the empty plates with a whistle. He stacked them onto his arms, before sliding something towards Torta. The Lucario looked up at the jaguar, who flashed him a smile.

“I thought you might be interested in our dessert menu?” he asked, grin never fading.

Torta’s ears perked up. He leaned forward as he picked up the menu, scanning it with hungry eyes. His stomach grumbled.

There were cakes and brownies of many kinds—they seemed to be the staple. But something caught his eye, at the very bottom of the page: the Ultra Beast Shake.
The Lucario pointed it out to the jaguar—along with a hefty-sized brownie and a big slice of chocolate cake. The jaguar raised an eyebrow.

“That’s a new thing that we’ve been getting in the stores around here. Supposed to be really dense,” the jaguar said, stacking up the empty plates along his arms. “Are you sure?”

Torta nodded, already imagining what it might taste like. The image in the menu had it colored like a nebula, with deep purples and white sprinkles throughout, along with a golden-rimmed glass to make it resemble a Beast Ball. The jaguar nodded, taking the menu from the Lucario before he began to trot off.

“I’ll have it out for you in just a moment, then~”

Twiddling his thumbs, Torta’s stomach grumbled again in anticipation. He switched between idly messing with his chest spike or rubbing the sides of his belly, trying to calm it down with all its grumbling and groaning. He could feel every gurgle as his belly rumbled, sending tiny little shockwaves up his forearms.

Unbeknownst to him, another screw fell to the floor from his chair as the legs began to cave in, his wide hips and rear still pressing down on it.

He hardly had to wait this time. The jaguar returned with a single tray that held all of his desserts—a brownie with powdered sugar melting on the plate, a huge slice of chocolate cake drizzled with frosting and syrup, and the shake.

The glass towered in front of him—from where he was sitting, he had to reach up to put the straw in his mouth. The glass, wide rimmed at the top, slimming in the middle and widening a bit at the bottom, was filled to the brim with shake and topped off with some whipped cream and star sprinkles. It smelled like a pleasant mixture of fruity scents and fresh ice cream.

The jaguar flashed another smile before he walked off, leaving Torta alone with his food. He really, really wanted to just down the shake, but he worried he wouldn’t have any room left in his belly for the rest of his food. He set it to the side—it was heavy—and pulled the cake and brownie to him as he dug in once again.

He made quick work of the dessert—the brownie was gone in a flash, Torta wiping off bits of powdered sugar from his paws and chocolate from his maw. The cake fared no better, the Lucario quickly stuffing it into his face as the sweet sensation of frosting and chocolate filled his mouth. Between the brownie’s warm, gooey goodness seeping through his teeth, and the cake’s soft, squishy batter melting on his tongue, this course was by far the best.

The milkshake loomed in front of him as he slid it back into his focus. Licking his lips, Torta sat up a little straighter as he started to drink.

His eyes widened. His ears flattened back against his head, a little moan of pleasure escaping his throat as he guzzled away at the shake, all of its flavors and sensations spreading through his body like a wildfire. The sweetness was so thick, so intoxicating, that it was almost sickening. It was so rich, Torta could literally feel his belly getting heavier with each gulp.

And heavier it was getting, indeed. Now swollen past basketball-sized, Torta’s furred belly splayed out over his thighs, spilling into his lap. He rested his hands on the sides, feeling each hefty surge as he swallowed more shake, his throat bulging with each gulp before it dropped down into his stomach. His gut was turning into a cacophony of gurgles and groans, not to mention the near-constant creaking of the chair.

It wasn’t like the Lucario cared—his half-lidded eyes and folded ears were enough to tell anyone that he was in heaven.

Bigger and bigger and bigger his gut swelled. A small crack appeared in one of the chair’s legs, another screw clattering to the floor. His enormous lower half, thighs and rear, spilled out over the edge of the chair, pressing up against each other and his belly. Torta absentmindedly squeezed his gut, the plush mass sinking through his fingers.

His bliss was interrupted by the sound of his straw sucking up air. He opened his eyes to see he’d completely drained the shake, leaving him with no food left. He leaned forward to pick up the glass, only to hear a snap.

Torta looked down just in time for the legs of the chair to all snap in half, sending him to the floor with a massive CRASH!

Heads everywhere whirled around to look at him as he tumbled to the floor. His ass cushioned his fall, but it didn’t stop his belly sloshing heavily as it collided with the ground, spreading his legs apart and truly showing how much he’d engorged himself. Torta put a hand to his head, before being forced to lean back on both his hands just to support the weight of his gut. His thin arms quivered just a bit with all the weight they were supporting.

Clarity returned to Torta slowly as he looked around, realizing how many people were looking at him and the massively overstuffed belly sitting between his legs. A blush spread across the entirety of his face as he tried to cover it with his scarf, ignoring the fact that his belly was almost the size of the rest of his upper half alone.

With all of the clamor, and a few people pulling out phones to record the massive Lucario, the jaguar rushed over again. Torta looked up to see him offering a hand—he took it gladly, the jaguar helping him up to his feet, belly and thighs jiggling the whole way.

He leaned over the table, belly swaying underneath him, as the jaguar cleaned up. “Hey, hey, don’t worry about it. We’ll have the chair added to your bill, it’s fine!” He patted Torta on the shoulder who still couldn’t help the massive blush on his face. “Just try not to break the table too, alright?”

Torta nodded, a little lazily. He felt heavy all over—understandably so, considering how massive his belly and lower half were. He looked like a ball with legs more than a Lucario. The jaguar handed him his check before he dashed back off to the kitchen with the dishes. Torta was left breathing heavily, standing next to the remains of the chair that had just been flattened beneath his rear.

He slipped his trainer’s credit card in with the check, and the jaguar quickly returned to grab it. Another worker came by and swept up the remains of the chair. Torta desperately tried to remain nonchalant, but it was difficult with the size of his massive gut and the amount of people still trying to record him.

The jaguar returned swiftly with the completed check, most likely to reprieve the Lucario of any further humiliation. He got another pat on the back, before being told they hoped to see him again. Considering how much he ate, he most likely provided them with a lot of business. He gave the jaguar a polite nod, turning around and leaning back against the table.

Cupping his paws underneath his massive gut, he supported himself as he waddled out of the restaurant. It took a bit of squeezing to get out the door—what with his belly sticking out one way and his ass protruding another—but he eventually managed to free himself and step back out into the cool evening air.

With his dinner completely finished, he was utterly and totally stuffed. His belly swayed and his rear bounced with each step he took—everything felt immensely heavy. He took one hand off of his belly, leaning up against a wall as he searched for the phone in his bag.

He tried to send a message to his trainer, asking if they were back, but he got no response. Actually, on closer inspection, it looked like his message wasn’t going through at all. He sighed, pushing himself off the wall and continuing to walk down the street. He needed to know where his trainer was so he wouldn’t be wandering aimlessly with a massive, swaying gut for too much longer.

Come to think of it, he wasn’t sure he was walking back the right way. Torta looked around, searching for the Poké Center he’d just left from not too long ago, only to find it nowhere. A little bit of concern fell upon him as he kept pressing forward.

As he walked along the dimly-lit street, now only steeped in the low light of dusk and twilight, he stopped. The smell caught his attention first—it was sweet, rich; like cake. It looked like it was a sweet shop, judging by the exterior. Perhaps the person who owned it might be able to help him, Torta reasoned as he opened the door.
There was the sound of a bell as he pushed the door open, still holding the phone as he tried to squeeze himself through. After a bit of pushing, he managed to get his belly through, only for his hips to get caught on the doorframe instead. He heard the sound of footsteps as he tried, in vain, to free himself.

“Here, let me help you,” a voice said. Torta felt a pair of hands on his shoulders, pulling with just enough force to to dislodge his hips from the door. He stumbled forward into the person helping him, to his embarrassment.

Torta regained his footing, cupping his belly with one hand again to support himself. The person who’d helped him was a deer, by the looks of it—he brushed off his apron as he looked over the Lucario.

“Why, you look a little concerned. Something up?” he asked, hands on his hips.

Torta pointed to the phone he was holding. He quickly opened it, flipping to his notes and typing ‘LOST’ and showing it to the deer. He leaned down to look and nodded, so Torta flipped to his messages to show the failed message to his trainer.

“So, you’re lost and you’re looking for your trainer, is that it?”

Torta nodded, resting the phone on the top of his gargantuan belly, just underneath his chest spike.

“Alright.” The deer stood up straight again, crossing his arms with a sigh. “Okay. You can stay here for a bit, and I’ll try to get a hold of your trainer, okay?”

Torta watched as the deer walked back to the counter, grabbing his phone. He walked back to the Lucario, motioning for the phone again.

“Do you think you could give me your trainer’s number so I can call them?” he asked patiently, guiding Torta over to a table.

Torta looked from the deer to his phone then back at the deer again. He unlocked his phone and offered it to the deer, nodding.

There was a moment of silence as the deer looked down at the phone. “You want me to try to call them from your phone?”

With another nod, Torta pushed his phone into the deer’s hands. He cupped his belly with both hands, leaning backwards onto the table for some stability, while the deer checked the phone’s signal. He glanced between them a few times before looking back down to Torta.

“I’ll head outside to try and get some signal. In the meantime,” he motioned behind him towards the rest of the shop, “help yourself to anything on the counter. It’ll get thrown out, but it’s still perfectly good.”

Torta looked over where the deer’s hand was pointing—there were packages stacked up next to the register, mostly cakes and sweets galore. His stomach rumbled, and he felt a flush fill his face as the deer chuckled.

“Sounds like you might need it!” He nudged Torta with his hip, the Lucario’s belly jostling to and fro with the slight force. With that, the deer turned and walked out the front door of the shop, holding both phones as he tried to get in contact with Torta’s trainer.

Torta turned his attention back to the sweets on the counter, now that he was alone. Holding his belly in his hands, he walked—more like waddled—up to it, moving behind the counter to properly look at the sweets on display.

Cakes, brownies, donuts, cupcakes… pastries of all kinds were sitting in little plastic containers, just waiting to be had. He tried to reach up and grab a container of cake, only for his belly to make contact with the counter instead. He turned sideways to move it out of the way, smushing his hip against the counter as he grabbed the slice of cake.

Torta popped the container open and grabbed the slice, taking a tentative bite. Compared to how refined the restaurant’s desserts were, this was a nice step away from all the pristine flavor—this was, instead, the fluffiest, softest slice of cake he’d ever had. It felt like a cloud rolling across his tongue, flawlessly filling his mouth. With a smile, and his inhibitions lost, Torta started to gorge all over again.

A faint blue glow surrounded his gut again, dimly trying its best to even out the weight across the Lucario. His throat bulged with each massive bite of cake, followed by a slight surge from his middle, wobbling as it bounced with food and heft. Each surge was met by that faint glow increasing, before pushing back on the gut as the weight moved.

With his back to the counter, Torta could vaguely feel the sensation of his rear expanding up against it. Expansive hips and plump thighs, like great blue expanses of ocean, growing ever wider with every bite. He paused for a moment, chewing on a slice as he placed a hand on his hip, feeling how it sank underneath his paw.

The Lucario shrugged off the feeling, too enamored with eating to pay it any mind. He’d already stuffed himself this far, what was a little bit of weight? He’d be fine—just work it off in a few battles, or something. His trainer would figure it all out.

He was quite a few packages into his binge when he smelled the air—something familiar. He looked around, searching for the source, before his eyes settled on something tucked away in the corner.

A milkshake machine.

Torta’s eyes widened as he recognized it was the same smell as the Ultra Beast shake from the restaurant. He set the empty container he was holding to the side, pushing himself off the counter and waddling over to the machine.

There was a tank up at the top that was filled to the brim with the same deep purple and blue swirling pattern he’d seen earlier, with the white sprinkles to boot. There was a section at the bottom with a little tube attached, able to pull out enough to fill someone’s cup easily, Torta guessed.

Up on the tank itself, there was a sticker that read out ULTRA BEAST SHAKE with some smaller print underneath Torta couldn’t read. There was a stack of cups on the counter, so he disregarded it as he picked one up. He had to stand sideways so his gut wouldn’t get in the way, but even reaching over his hips was starting to be a challenge.

The Lucario managed to grab ahold of the tube, pulling it down to the cup. There was a button on the end of it, so he pressed it—on command, the shake poured out of the tube into the cup. Torta’s eyes widened at how delicious it smelled—just as good as the restaurant’s. He took a small sip and felt the taste melt in his mouth, lingering on his tongue after he swallowed it.

He was pretty full… but he still had some room for desert. Unfortunately for him, however, as he turned, his enormous hips collided with something under the counter. Some part of the wiring that controlled the machine came loose, a few screws falling as things went haywire.

Torta was just about to indulge in the moderate amount of shake he’d poured for himself when he heard it start flowing again. Whirling around, sloshing belly slamming into the panel underneath with the movement, he saw the tube still pouring out more of the shake. Quickly, he put the end of it into his cup, so as not to waste any, and he pressed the button on the end to try and stop it. To his surprise, it continued flowing, overfilling his cup and causing it to dribble down onto his paw.

The shake continued to flow as concern filled the Lucario’s brain. He couldn’t let all the shake go to waste, but he couldn’t just let it keep flowing. He turned around to look for the deer, but he was nowhere to be found. He turned back to the machine, looking down at his overflowing cup as more of it started to spill out onto his gut.

Torta gulped. Grabbing the tube, he shoved the end of it in his mouth and bit down hard.

Immediately, Torta felt a myriad of sensations flow through him as the machine pumped the shake into him. Sweetness filling his mouth and coating his tongue, the steady surge and warm feeling of fullness in his belly… his eyelids fluttered as he struggled to even stay lucid with the amount of flavor filling him.

His gut gurgled, loudly this time. It jostled him back to clarity as he put the cup of shake back on the counter so he wouldn’t spill it. With one hand resting on his gut, he turned to the machine, trying to search for any way to shut it off.

There were no levers on the side of the machine—his gut roared again, and he could feel it shake as it surged out another inch or so, bobbing with the amount of weight packed into it. No buttons, no latches, nothing.

Torta reached up to his mouth to try and pull the tube out, maybe press the button again, but it wouldn’t budge. He tried to open his mouth, but it wouldn’t open. There must have been a suction force in his mouth, keeping him from opening it and pulling the tube out. Concern flooded his face as his gut rumbled again.

Placing his hands on the counter, Torta pushed against it, rearing his head back and trying to pull the tube out of the machine. Meanwhile, as more shake pumped down his throat in large gulps, his aura tried to redistribute his weight again.

His already massive rear and hips widened immensely, colliding with the wall the machine was next to. The Lucario’s backside was like two giant globes bouncing up and down as he pushed against the counter, back arching as he tried to wrest the tube out of the machine.

The tube wasn’t moving. Torta leaned up against the counter, breathing heavily through his nose, as he started to try again. To his horror, however, he felt his belly press down against the cool tile of the shop, the weight of his gut pressing against the front of his thighs and tickling his toes.

Then, as he tried to push himself back onto his feet, he felt his toes start to slide. His gut continuing to expand, Torta’s feet lifted off of the floor as he was rendered fully immobile.

Torta let out a small whine as he was helplessly lifted further off the floor. His belly expanding beneath him, pressing up against the counter and the wall, he felt like a balloon hooked up to a hose. Really, it wasn’t too far from the truth—as he was lifted further off the floor, he saw the top of the tank come into view, the sticker pressed onto it in plain view.

“Do not sell the Ultra Beast Shake alongside cakes from the store. The ingredients are incompatible, and will expand upon contact.”

His eyes widened. There was still half a tank full of shake, and he didn’t feel it slowing down at all.

With a sigh, he relinquished himself to his fate.

Torta closed his eyes as he let the machine pump him continuously full of the shake, watching as the amount of it dwindled down in the tank. The force of his belly expanding beneath him, pressing up against the counter and wall and filling out all of the space around him, was intoxicating. Ever filling up, ever expanding, heavier and heavier and heavier. The feeling of fullness almost made him feel sleepy.

He massaged what parts of his gut he could reach with a groan, the tube still firmly stuck in his mouth. He could only listen to the constant rumbling of his gut as everything within it reacted and expanded, filling him out from the inside. His aura, trying in vain to help, fizzled out as the glow disappeared from around him, leaving his belly to expand uninterrupted.

By the time the tank was finally emptied, Torta was immense. His belly was twice, almost three times the size of the rest of him. The only definitive part of him was his posterior, thighs and rear dangling high above the ground with how far his belly had expanded under him.

His mouth opened with a pop as the tube fell out, clattering to the counter. Torta groaned as he rested his hands on top of his massively bloated gut, only to hear the bell to the store ring.

His heart sank. Turning his head, he glanced over his massive rear to see the deer, his trainer, and—unfortunately for him—Pohã, his trainer’s Inteleon, standing behind them.

Torta chuckled nervously as he saw Pohã stifle a giggle, his trainer putting a hand to their head.

Maybe… just maybe… he’d overdone it.

The deer and his trainer spoke off to the side while Pohã came up to him, standing at the base of his gargantuan gut. The Inteleon prodded against the Lucario’s belly, watching him sway atop it. The fur was incredibly sensitive.

“Looks like you had some fun while we were gone,” Pohã muttered with a smile, hands roving across the side of Torta’s belly. It felt like little twinges of electricity running across his fur with how sensitive it was. “Usually it’s me filling myself to the brim.”

“Q-quiet,” Torta muttered with bared teeth, as if he were trying to be threatening. He opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by a massive gurgle from his gut. The blush on his face only grew deeper as Pohã chuckled.

“Sorry, but no can do, blubber butt.” The Inteleon reached up and grabbed Torta’s massively swollen rear, causing the Lucario to yelp in alarm.

“Hey, w-watch where you’re touching!” Torta flailed his arms in an attempt to grab onto something, to move away from the Inteleon, but it was no use. He was beached.

“I haven’t even seen Wailords this big. No way are we fitting you through that door.”

Torta glanced back at the door. It was true—his tail was this close to grazing the ceiling already. He’d have to be rolled out of a back door, or something. Maybe he’d have to wait for all the swelling to die down. Maybe all the weight would move to his rear end inevitably, but that would leave him with a whole other set of problems.

There was no way around it. With a sigh, he leaned forward onto his belly, resting his head on his arms.

He was going to be here a long, long while.