(F to Snorlax)

“I think… I wish I was a Snorlax.”

Mike thought, at first, that he had misheard Ava. He looked over to her with a small quirk of his lips, thinking of something funny to say. Whatever thought he had died on his lips at the sight of her casually looking down to her trim belly, squeezing it with her hands.

It was like each flex of her fingers was stretching it out a bit more at a time, growing her petite frame rounder and heavier by the second. It didn’t seem to both her though, and the smile on her face only widened as she continued to knead her belly out larger and larger.

Of course, it had to be impossible. Humans didn’t just turn into Pokemon. Aside for that one kid who turned into a Kadabra. Or Ghost type Pokemon. Actually, come to think of it, that was a fairly regular occurrence… But not for Normal-type Pokemon! Right?

“Hey, Ava? Are you feeling okay?” It was a stupid thing to ask, but it was the only thing that came to mind. Fortunately, ‘stupid’ was precisely what Ava happened to have on the mind right now.

She giggled to herself, head lolling drunkenly as she turned towards her boyfriend. Her eyes were half-glazed, like she’d spent a week without sleep; then had far, far too much to drink. At this point her stomach was large enough to hang over the waistband of her shorts, and she gave it a slow, fond pat.

“Feelin’ good…” She half-slurred. Then she pawed at her face.

Mike watched as her sharp features softened, cheeks growing a little chubbier, eyes squeezing a little more shut. He rose from his seat to… Well, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do. He wanted to stop her, but he didn’t have an idea how.

The motion attracted Ava’s attention, and she froze in place. Her eyes opened ever so slightly, and a small trickle of drool pooled at the corner of her mouth, before trailing down the curve of her cheek. There was a look in her eye, one that Mike had seen on a few occasions, though usually at county fairs or restaurants: she was hungry.

“Uh… Hey, are you sure you’re feeling okay? I mean, I can try to call you a doctor or something…” Mike’s voice trailed off as she stumbled towards him. As she moved, he noticed for the first time just how much bigger her chest had gotten. While he still wasn’t sure how to feel about Ava sporting such a soft, round stomach, he certainly didn’t mind the fact that each of her breasts was larger than his head.

His indecision let her close in. Ava circled her arms around his waist, rubbing her pudgy cheek against his chest needily. She was surprisingly strong, despite the fact that she was a head shorter than him. Also, all of the softness was giving him a very male reaction, one that he couldn’t hide with her so close.

This must have been exactly what she was waiting for, because she nuzzled up to him a little closer, eyes meeting his. Slowly, she started to lean forward, her weight tipping the two of them off-balance.

Her arms cushioned him from the fall, but the impact of her stomach still drove the wind out of his lungs. As he struggled to catch his breath, she pulled her arms from behind him, pawing at his chest-literally. Her hands had turned into paws while she was hugging him, a pair of big and soft useless thumpy blue paws with small white claws. Funnily enough, the claws weren’t sharp though—they were soft and velvety, and almost pleasant to the touch.

“Mikey,” Ava moaned, pressing her belly closer to him, wrapping her fattening thighs around his hips. “Hungry…”

“I can tell,” Mike gulped. Was it right to feel this way about her like this? She was still Ava, but…

Whatever thought he was about to have next was cut off as she pressed her fat face against his, kissing him and hungrily shoving her tongue into his mouth. It swelled as she kissed him, growing longer and thicker. It had gotten so big that there was no way she could fit it back into her mouth like this, which of course meant there was no way she could fit it in Mike’s mouth either.

The taste of her mouth had changed along with her body. It was sweeter, almost candy-like now. Her drool was a bit thicker too, like a sweet syrup. Aside for the fact that she seemed desperate to slide tongue as far down his throat as possible, it was almost nicer to kiss her like this.

That simple pleasure was enough to make up Mike’s mind, and he moved his hands to her hips… Or, what he assumed were her hips. Her stomach had long since swallowed them up, leaving just enough of her fat thighs left to squish him in place.

Her body felt fuzzy, and he craned his neck past her bosom to see that blue fur was slowly growing along her back. A similar feeling against his chest told him that the cream fur of a Snorlax was growing along her belly too.

Ava broke the kiss, and Mike looked up to her for a moment, worried that he’d done something wrong. Her expression told him the exact opposite, however. Her cheeks were flushed, clear even beneath the thick fur covering her heavy body.

“Muuhukkee… Avuuhlaxx…” She moaned slowly. Her ears twitched, growing a little larger at a time and sliding up until they were a pair of cute triangles atop her head. She pawed at them, giggling like an imbecile all the while.

Each giggle jiggled her soft belly, engulfing Mike more and more beneath her warm bulk. She wriggled her fat backside against him, and Mike got the impression that she was enjoying this just as much as he was, if not more.

A treacherous, consequential thought entered Mike’s mind, and the words slipped from his mouth before he’d fully processed what he was saying.

“I think I wish I was a Snorlax too.”