(F to Arcanine, M to Snorlax)

Grant didn’t know where to go from here. He’d successfully had a coffee with Jolene, and the two of them had made it to his hotel room. They were both in town for the same conference, so it wasn’t like they’d have any work awkwardness when it was done.

But how would he ever negotiate this social minefield? It felt like now that they were alone, everything he said was coming out wrong.

Not to mention, the kids in the neighboring room could not. Shut. Up.

He’d expected a hotel with ‘villas’ in the name to use more than cardboard and shattered hopes as insulation. Maybe he should say that? Was it witty enough? Probably.

“Heh, I’d thought a hotel with ‘name’ in the villas to,” Grant gulped.

Crap.

“Sorry, what was that?” Jolene smiled despite how much she surely had to be judging him for this. “I couldn’t hear you over the kids in the next room. It’s like they made the walls with…”

“Shattered hopes and, uh, cardboard?” Grant filled in the last bit for her, and was rewarded with a laugh. Better yet, it sounded genuine. Maybe there was hope for tonight after all.

“Seriously though, what are they even doing? It sounded like they were watching some kind of streamer, and then…”

Another loud knock came through the wall. The doors joining their suites shook slightly.

Grant’s first impulse was to yell at them. Luckily, he checked it, remembering that he had company. Better company. Company that was currently pressing her ear against the door.

“I thought the goal was not to hear them?” He asked with a small smile.

Her brow furrowed. “I think there’s something wrong. I could have sworn I… heard… a… sheep…” Her eyes unfocussed slightly as she listened closer through the door. A shiver passed through her body, and she reached a hand up to her collar.

“Well, maybe we can’t hear them from the bedroom?” Grant asked hopefully.

He wasn’t sure if it was something he said, but Jolene looked flushed. Sweat dewed along her brow, and she gulped. Her eyes turned towards him, desperate, full of need. She opened her mouth, and her tongue lolled out, along with a confusing amount of drool.

Was this a sign? Was he supposed to kiss her? Should he unzip his pants? Grant’s mind raced at the sight in front of him.

Then Jolene barked in his face.

It was like a sledgehammer hit his thoughts, stripping away worries and leaving only arousal. For the first time in his life, his mind wasn’t racing at a million miles a minute. He fell towards her, kissing her, sucking her tongue into his mouth.

Jolene moaned, and somehow her tongue bulged to the point that his cheeks felt stretched. She almost choked him with her tongue’s wet warmth. She wasn’t particularly dexterous with it, and it felt almost like she was trying to lick at the roof of his mouth.

She yipped again.

Grant shuddered in pleasure, his hands thumping against the door beside her. The hell with the kids in the other room. They wanted to make noise? He could make noise too. He pressed closer to Jolene, tilting his head to the side, feeling as much of her lips against his as he could. And he yawned.

A part of him felt that was wrong, especially how she actually bulged with his yawn. Her torso barreled out, and he felt her hands spasm against his back. The delicate touch of her fingers turned into a staccato drumming, then to a thick, heavy thumping.

She pulled her head back from him, breaking their kiss. Her tongue was a long time following. Grant shivered as he felt her tongue slide all the way up from his throat, against the back of his tongue, and finally past his lips.

“Wow,” Grant yawned again, despite how his heart hammered in his chest. “That was…”

“Kuh…” Jolene shuddered. Her eyes locked with Grant’s again, but this time there was an element of panic to her gaze. “Kuhh… Kayniiine.”

Something about her words. Something about them felt nice. It felt good. It felt warm. She was warm. She was hot.

No, actually, she was burning hot.

Every breath Jolene was like the opening of a furnace. She itched at herself, sharpening nails tearing through the top of her dress. At the same time, the stink of burning polyester filled the air. Her dress started to smolder, and as it burned away it revealed that thick, dense hair had started to cover her body. It was a deep black on her belly, and as it spread towards her back it lightened to an appearing orange.

Appealing? Grant knew that couldn’t be right. He wasn’t that into hairy girls, was he? Actually, she was a lot more than hairy. Her hands had swollen to the point that they looked more like paws, and her face had stretched into a short muzzle.

Something about that was working for Grant. His pants were tight… And so was his shirt? He looked down to discover there was much, much more of him than there’d been a moment ago. He wasn’t just fat, he was nearly spherical!

He looked up to Jolene too, finally realizing why she’d been so distressed. Another yawn burst past his lips, combined with a loud snore.

Something about that had erased the panic in Jolene’s mind. She now looked at Grant with lust, a blush on her cheeks and a smile on her face. She rolled her hips, and a long, furry tail stretched its way from her backside, pushing her away from the door.

“Something’s wrrrong,” Grant rumbled as he spoke, and Jolene’s eyelids fluttered. Her tongue lolled from her mouth. That was all the warning she gave him before pouncing on him.

She was heavier than Grant had thought, but he was heavier too. He cupped his hands under her furry thighs and they swelled. She pressed against him and he stumbled backwards, falling onto the bed.

Weird. It was supposed to be king-sized, but it felt so much smaller than that. Or was it that he’d grown so much? Grant tried to focus, but Jolene pounced on him. Her hands pressed against his shoulders, pushing him down. She licked his cheek. She barked again.

Grant’s head swam. Was he drunk? He felt drunk. Was that even possible? His face hurt. Not really hurt, but… It was weird. There was a pressure against his nose and within his ears. He tried to flex his face, and only succeeded in worsening the sensation.

His head was stretching, and his mouth too. He could see it in the mirror, why hadn’t he thought about that mirror before?

“Rrrarc!”

Bark again. Her bark again. It felt nice. Grant took in a deep breath. He let out another nasally snore. Jolene’s body shuddered like she was being electrocuted, arms swelling, legs swelling, turning into something meant to live on all fours. The sensation passed, and she looked down Grant with hunger in her eyes.

Hunger, not panic. He’d done more than snore the panic from her mind. He’d snored the mind from her… mind? It didn’t make much sense, but nothing made sense anymore. She was like an animal, a large orange-and-black striped thing with a mane of creamy fur. And he…

He was fat. His fingers felt funny. His belly squished against his thighs. He… Grant. He was Grant. He wasn’t normally like this. He could tell from how his clothes pressed so tightly against his body. He tried to get her attention.

She licked her lips again, then kissed him. Her muzzle pressed against his. And she rumbled, deep into his mouth. “Arrrrcanine.”

Her breath tasted like cinnamon. It burned down his throat, into his belly. He stretched. Swelled. His clothing didn’t stand a chance. It exploded off of him into tatters, leaving his naked body to feel all of her fur against his own.

His own? He was…

Blue. Cream fur too. Triangular ears. A big wide mouth with a fang poking out. “Mnnnhhuh?” He tried to ask, but words wouldn’t come. The Arcanine atop him didn’t seem like she wanted to help either. Actually, it seemed like she wanted something else.

“Arcanine!”

Snorlax wanted it too. He was hungry, but not in the usual way. He was hungry for her. He wanted her. Wanted to taste her, to feel her against him, to kiss her, to pleasure her. His body ached as it swelled. His eyes closed shut with just how much of him there was, though he could just barely squint them and see her.

But why would he bother with that, when feeling her was so much better? He let his eyes close, feeling her weight against his. She was bigger now, heavy enough to sink against his soft belly and make him quiver in pleasure.

Funnily enough, not all of him was soft though. There was one part in particular that she engulfed, her hips dropping onto his, her thighs clamping around him. She drooled ferally onto his chest, eyes rolling as she started to hump him.

There wasn’t much the Snorlax could to do reciprocate, other than squeezing her plush sides with his paws, hugging her close to him as she had her way. Each pump of her hips sent a ripple of motion through his fat body, and he rewarded her with insensate snores of pleasure.

It could have been hours, it could have been days. Snorlax knew nothing of time, of anything except her. She was perfect, was wonderful, was his. “Luh-Laxxxx!” He growled, feeling himself bulge further within her, knotting her to him.

“Ghharc! Ninarc!” She choked out gasps of pleasure, eyes wide with pleasure. He felt her tighten around him, a quick tense of her hips. Then both of them came, cries filling the air.

Spent, she collapsed on his belly, her tongue tickling under his chin as she let out contented, tired huffs of warmth.

Someone on the other side of the wall let out a curse and banged on it. He angled his head back and snored out a loud “SNORLAX!”

His reward was a muffled cry that might have been a “mite” or a “nite,” either way it meant they wouldn’t bother him anymore. Content, the Snorlax held his Arcanine in his arms, drifting off to a safe and pleasant slumber.