The Life and Flab of Chubspin
My tad late half of a collab with a friend
If you couldn't already tell, it's inspired by the certain Pokemon episode.
BTW, the preview pic is not mine and I got permission to use it.
A small being tossed and turned in a small sack, the darkness of night only being kept at bay by a nearby camp fire. There were tents not too far as a boy sat near the fire, at work it building some sort of contraption. What was he building? A treadmill. Earlier in the day, one Pokémon in particular got a bit too greedy with some Poke Puffs that were meant for others all the Pokémon that were staying within the camp. Having gobbled them up promptly before being caught, something had changed and not for the better. Intending to test whether or not if it had affected him, his trainer initiated a Battle with his companions in which this Pokémon was promptly defeated not only once, but twice. So this Trainer took it upon himself to correct what was wrong.
The small creature that was sleeping soundly was a Chespin, and what was affecting him was of a result of his greediness; his stomach. Displaying a small but newly acquired paunch the Pokémon had received was sleeping soundly as the battles wore him out. All had seemed peaceful and pleasant, that is, until a mysterious smell came lofting into the campground. Upon reaching the small creatures nose, caused it to twitch in a response to its pleasantness. He smiled and stood up, now sleepwalking he stuck out both paws and lazily walked towards the smell, with each step the smell grew stronger as drool slowly went down his cheek as he disappeared into the woods.
When the young trainer had finished his invention who had failed to realize that he had worked through the night, Chespin was long gone. Having been consumed with his work, he took it upon himself to personally try out the machine. He slapped on various clamps and devices that were hooked to the machine and began jogging.
While it started out strong and looked like it was working, quickly turned into too much running which resulted in the machine overloading; causing it to explode. With the sudden shockwave of force, it easily woke up the others who had been sleeping. It was at this time, the Chespin had made it into a foggy clearing, still following the smell. From all of the walking, he had exhausted himself and promptly collapsed on a pair of small stairs in front of a house.
When Chespin came too, he was warm and whatever he was laying on was soft. He stirred around until a familiar smell slowly filled his nostrils. He sprang up and looked around hastily. As he spun himself around, a gentle voice called to him.
"You're finally woke up, you poor thing..." The elderly grandmother said as she picked up a basket, before walking to him.
"Ches? Chespin? (What? Where am I?)" He asked himself, the grandmother sat beside him and upon glancing over he was able to see what was in the basket; more Poke Puffs. The tiny Pokémon's eyes lit up with happiness and excitement, there had to be at least double or more in that basket than what he had last night.
The women giggled, before commenting "You look hungry, please eat" she offered as placed the basket next to the Chespin. He nodded happily, before hastily taking one and munched on it. These ones were different, they're much better than what he had thought and started happily munching on them, popping one into his mouth with one paw and with the free paw reach in and grab another; shoveling one in after another. The grandmother smiled as she watched the tiny Pokémon greedily eat to his heart's content with her cooking, in the kitchen which was visible from the couch there sat a timer went off. She turned her head and saw that something had finished. The women sat up and went off to handle whatever was in the oven, leaving the Pokémon to his food.
Letting out a small burp, Chespin laid back into the couch and patted his full stomach taking pleasure in the good food he had been given. Normally that would've been the end of that as he was content enough but he felt something sit next to him, followed by another something being set on his lap; it was another basket of Poke Puffs, but these ones were fresh out of the oven. Though looking at the basket he noticed something, his stomach was slightly blocking the outer edges. He turned and looked up at the women, who gave him a warm smile, though the Pokémon was a bit confused; tilting his head as he looked.
"What's that matter dearie? Are you not hungry?" She asked with a tone of uneasiness. The Chespin shook his head and picked one up, placed it into his mouth, chewed then swallow. Like the others, the flavor perked him up and he resumed eating. The lady simply petting his head and letting him eat in peace, taking her leave.
As the small Pokémon ate, he felt a pressure start to grow in his abdomen. Pausing to see what was going on, he found that his stomach was pushing out and had blocked more of the basket's view with his belly. Taunt and bloated, reflecting on his recent eating habits. Popping one into his mouth absentmindedly got the Chespin to continue eating. When he had finished, let out a burp, followed by another as he kept adjusting his position to try and get the pressure off of his belly, the contents of his stomach shifting as he finally found a position that worked for him. The grass Pokémon's belly stood atop of him like a small mound that had been packed with dirt. The result of his eating took its toll, and as he felt the warmth of sleep start to come over him, he couldn't help but feel something start to fill him up even more before finally passing out.
The Pokémon awoke several hours later to a faint but powerful aroma wavering through the air, he moved and nudged himself out of his sleep, when his eyes opened he was met with the same place in which he fell asleep, only that the basket wasn't on him anymore off and was placed on the table. Yet it was empty before but now was filled with those treats. Chespin sat up and looked around; there was no one to be found. Wondering what was going on, he climbed off the couch and landed on the ground with a light thud, though he felt that something was not right his thoughts were on where the human went.
Looking everywhere to and fro she was nowhere to be found. After he ended up back at the couch, he simply climbed back onto the couch and waited. Though he looked at the basket something had gotten the better of him, he nudged himself over and grabbed the basket and placed it on his lap though he felt off. He looked and pondered if it was real to begin with, Chespin placed a paw on his midsection and moved it around; it jiggled. He placed another paw onto his midsection and with both on he moved it up and down and all around, proving that it was real as it easily moved between his paws. Had he normally been this chubby? He worked hard the day before but he didn't think he was quite this big. Apparently not caring enough, he placed the basket with puffs onto his lap once more and began eating. All of the care instantly vanished as he focused on the flavors, popping one into his mouth and then another. Suddenly a clicking sound could be heard from across the room as the Chespin turned his head mid-chew to see who or what was coming in.
"I'm home~" she announced softly to her new friend. Who swallowed the Poke Puff and returned the welcome with some chirps and happy squeaks.
The old women was carrying some bags in before she sat them down on the counter, each having some type of food or vegetable. She began putting the items neatly away to their appropriate places as Chespin idly watched and ate. Before he knew it he had reached the end of the basket as his paw scrapped the bottom, giving a 'Oof' sound as if he had eaten too much; setting it to the side. Almost as if on cue he felt another basket plop onto his stomach, with the elderly women sitting next to him with a warming smile. He looked up at her and tilted his head, he tilted his head in confusion. Though not one to turn down free Puffs, she sat and watched as the Grass Pokémon reluctantly ate her treats; his pace slowed until it came to a stop as he reached his capacity.
The old women seeing this, "What's wrong dearie? Is there something wrong with the Puffs?" she asked, the Chespin shook his head as he shifted around to accommodate his new bulk. "Oh this just won't do...please" she offered as she picked up one and attempted to feed it to him and while she would've gotten it in there, had the Pokémon not stopped her. He shook his head and placed a paw on her hand, indicating that he couldn't eat anymore, she didn't listen and began stuffing the Puffs into him.
Chespin couldn't put up much of a struggle on a full stomach, nearly choking on the first one before she readied another. He had attempted to stop her but found that he couldn't. One Puff after another, each finding a place into his mouth and down his stomach. He couldn't be rude as the feeling wasn't totally unpleasant to him. With each one he could feel himself falling into a Poke Puff coma, with the last one in the basket doing him in as he drifted off into sleep. The elderly women placed the basket aside and turned her attention to his enlarged midsection. She rubbed and soothed his soon-to-be bigger mass, Chespin drooled a bit as he slept. Carefully, she ran her fingers across the Pokémon's exposed middle, feeling the silky smoothness of his newer fat draped over the tautness of his stuffed stomach; only a side effect of care and nurturing as the women thought as she picked him up and made her way to the kitchen, this time grabbing another basket filled with larger Puffs.
A few days passed by, his trainer, with the help of his friends. Looked tirelessly for his small companion, growing quite worried about his well being; oh if only they knew. Chespin hadn't been outside within that time frame, having been pampered and well taken care of during, despite his protests. They weren't ones to quit so easily, and so with their friend in mind. They began to increase the scope of their search area.
The elderly women and Chespin were outside sitting on the bench, being shaded from the sun. The Pokémon didn't realize how invigorating it could be being outside with the sights and sounds of nature; of course with the company of the human and her delicious treats, it made it all the more welcoming to happily eat her cooking.
"I'm so happy that someone enjoys my cooking as much as you do" she said with happiness in her tone. Chespin looked up and smiled as he munched on.
The two spent the remainder of the afternoon resting and in ones case, eating to their hearts content. The elderly women made the occasional trip into the house for snacks, mainly for her new friend and sometimes for herself. The once diminutive Pokémon had grown quite a bit in his short stay with the couple. Ballooning out with fat, he had to waddle about as his stomach spread apart his legs and touched ground at all times. And there he sat with the women, his flab overflowing slightly on the wooden bench as it creaked. A continuous supply of Puffs and no one to stop him; life was sweet.
Chespin placed the empty basket to his side and rubbed his bloated paunch. Huffing as he usually did after one of her meals, the women smiled and patted his flab; it made a dull <plat> sound, similar to water.
"I've been baking you something extra special, wait here" she told him happily as she got up and went inside to fetch said item.
From inside the house, an argument of sorts could be heard. He turned to the direction in which the noise was coming from, but he still couldn't hear it. Chespin decided to hop off the bench, and with a thud and the contents of his stomach swishing around, landed. Chespin lumbered his heavy body over to the open door. <When did this become such a chore...?> He asked himself as he stared up at two humans, one of which he wasn't familiar with.
"Why are you feeding that little pipsqueak so much?" an elderly man questioned the women.
"Because unlike you, he appreciates my cooking" she replied to him.
"Yeah, a little too much" he retorted.
"I don't know what you are implying" she huffed, crossing her arms at him.
The elderly man grumbled off before his stomach gave a low grumble, "I haven't had a decent meal in awhile..." he told her as he thought from a couple of days ago, when they got into a fight about her cooking.
Sensing his weakness, "Maybe we can work something out after all, if you help me fatten him up. I'll cook you anything you want" the old women offered.
"Y-You mean it...?" he asked, to which she nodded. "Hot dang!" he exclaimed as he jumped in happiness. The opposite thing that the Chespin was feeling.
<Fatten...me...UP?!> he squeaked loudly, catching the two's attention. He began to quickly waddle off before being stopped by the old women, who called to him with something rather large. When he turned, he found the women on her knees with a warm smile. On the plate? Quite possibly the biggest Poke Puff he had ever seen. The rotund Pokémon's eyes lit up with its stature.
"I made this just for you, it'd be a shame if it went to waste..." she said in an attempt to coax the grass Pokémon back to her side.
Chespin felt something come over him, never one turn down free food as a comical sweat drop poured down his head; even with almost no physical exertion. He looked down at his girth and placed his paws on his stomach. <I-I can't possibly fit more in...> he told himself, though while this was true it would only be short lived. As a low growl came from his stomach, <B-But I...> not quite sure of what was going on, the women asked:
"Please..." she simply said as she placed the plate down on the porch. The Pokémon waddled over to it and looked at it before plopping down. Heaving the large item with both arms, he placed it onto his stomach for support before he began eating.
The couples Puffs had begin to work their magic over the once small Pokémon, and over time transforming him into a plump Pokémon who was only getting bigger. His treatment was twofold from the elderly couple. While the husband, true to his word, helped her nurture and feed the flabby Pokémon. He didn't quite have the way his wife did when it came to food. Stuffing food into him until every last scrap had disappeared into his stomach. Of course since producing Puffs were starting to get expensive for the two, they made the wise choice of switching to human food. It was a slow adjustment period, as he had never experienced such tastes before and was thus more of trial-and-error. The elderly man mostly never took no for an answer and made sure to it.
While the other, who had a more caring attitude to her new Pokémon. She would cook the food, and when she was able too, feed Chespin herself. Who was more than happy to eat while she was around, and would even receive belly rubs to help him digest better. Even going as far as too dress him in clothing similar to that of a baby, while at first was a stretch but eventually he warmed up to it. Once he was accustomed to his surroundings, they moved him and gave him his own room. While plain, it was more than enough as they sat him down onto his plush and soft bed; where most of his days were spent. This was to say it didn't have an effect on him. His once rotund appearance transformed into one covered with pillow-like flab and stubby appendages. Having grown not only fatter, but wider as well, his bulk flowing to the edges of the bed, long losing his ability to move freely on his own; though he wasn't really given the choice. Being swallowed by brown flab that covered most of his arms and feet, and even a portion of his head.
Though during all of this, his thoughts often turned to his trainer, he must've been worried sick about him but he couldn't turn away such generosity. Chespin even formed several plans on how to escape, and while some never came to be, others he had almost come to success but with each plan came a new layer of flab and more food. Even during one such attempt he was a hair away from escape, but as his new owners closed in on him, he made his best attempt at running, which resulted in his only waddle before eventual falling down. As he grew and grew, his desire to leave dwindled and weakened, having ample time to think on his predicament. Elsewhere, after searching for days and what seemed to be weeks. With a heavy heart his former trainer and friends packed up their belongings from a nearby hotel, and began once more on their journey; with one less friend.
Of the Chespin, his desire to escape from the nice humans disappeared. His body having become a blubbery pile of flab with only his head and parts of his arms visible to see from among the brownness. The couple made sure he was as comfy as possible and was always taken care of, spoiling him in the process. Becoming hungry, he began to make noises and move about in order to be fed. The grandmother came into the room with a plate stacked with cookies. The Chespin being dressed similarly with baby-like clothes, had a bib tied around him but due to his fat, it made it look more attached than anything.
"Someone's being a bit fussy today" the old women chimed as she sat next to the grass Pokémon.
She placed the plate onto his stomach as it made nice counter space, with the smell strong in his face, caused the Chespin to drool immediately at the cookies. Luckily it was absorbed by his bib which was stained with previous food and had yet to be washed that day. The elderly women picked up a cookie and held it in front of him.
"Are you hungry?" She asked, to which immediately the Chespin wiggled about uselessly and nodded awkwardly who opened his cherubic mouth accompanied by fat cheeks. As she began to stuff him, life was pretty sweet for this Chubspin.