Sweet Home
by
Varien Quill

Joe's Fine Dinery has seen better days, located at the city's edge, in a rather poor neighborhood. But slums or not, it had the cheapest buffet, overflowing with fat, sugar and precious calories for a measly ten dollars, to stuff the face indefinitely. Or at least it was advertised since people really should read the fine print.
A truly humongous figure entered the sleazy establishment, looking around and sniffing various scents coming from the food containers below the glass. Arcanine, a dog-like, furry and orange male, had slight difficulty with fitting into the door frame, so he passed through sideways, while stomping audibly on the floor. The usually bored and indifferent, slim rat lady now started in sheer horror, seeing how gigantic that guest was. He certainly had more rolls on the body than the car tires mascot. Did he have a single stomach or several? Short rodent cleared her throat, trying to put a smile. She didn't want to anger the creature, fearing that she would end up as a mere dessert. Lady fixed her dirty apron and a plastic hat around her hair.
     - Welcome to Joe's. Are you interested in the All You Can Eat deal, sir?
Canine only nodded, giving her a ten-dollar bill with his greasy hand. Once again, fearing the worst, rat didn't give him a small plate like for other clients, giving him a much larger plate. A party plate, to be exact, which usually served eight people. Satisfied grin appeared on his face, before licking his small tusks out of leftover food, before heading towards the buffet.
Obese individual tried his best to not knock off plates and glasses or entire tables with his massive behind, squeezing through. while audibly inhaling air with his mouth. Finally arriving at the destination, arcanine started piling various foods, not really caring about the contents of cases. It just had to taste good and produce lots of endorphins in his brain. Seeing that he couldn't get anymore fat filled snacks, he left them be for now, before getting on one sofa at the back. After placing the tower of goodness on the table, he sat down and started devouring, forgetting about anything bad about his life.
He already caused a bit of commotion, since nobody saw such a fat creature, or a patron who took so much of the mediocre nourishment. But they couldn't judge, while eating the same monstrosities, for a measly price. Some couldn't help but share comments with their friends.
     - See that dude over there? How does he walk? His knees are crying, I bet.
     - Does he use a regular elevator or goods lift?
     - Now we know where Atlantis is.
Arcamedes didn't hear any of those remarks, focused on his own pleasure, discarding the fork and spoon to just shovel the food with his hands, while making demonic noises, causing more comments from other clients. After he eventually finished his feast, he stood up and came back to the buffet, before a bison stopped him. Tall, muscular chef and acting manager didn't like people who overstayed their welcome.
     - That's enough, fatty. You had enough.
His eyes widened in fear before changing into anger. Furious, arcanine couldn't believe that it was happening again. Why do all establishments are like this?
     - Excuse me? I paid! It's All You Can Eat and I'm still hungry! Now move!
     - Walk away or cops will do it for you. Or army, judging by your size, "sir". - he ended his words with snarkiness, squinting his eyes.
Arcamedes was in no shape to fight with authorities. He placed back the dirty plate and left, while some glasses shook. It wasn't a good start of the day for him.
The massive canine took a large carton of heavy cream out of his bag, drinking all the contents before throwing it to a nearby garbage can. Maybe he was a slob, but even he had limits. He took the phone out, looking at the long list of various restaurants. With a long sigh, he crossed out another name, Joe's this time. Arcamedes needed a plan.

*****

Clickity-clack. Where are you from? Click-click-click. Neat me too! What kind of food do you like? Clickity-Clickity. Awesome! Do you like shepards pie?
He used his enormous belly as a table, when Arcamedes typed on the laptop, occasionally snacking on a bag of chips, while gulping down the soda. If bars and diners didn't like him as patron, then the food should come to him instead. And he didn't mean take-outs or deliveries. Oh no, that plan seemed much more sinister.
He found a feeders forum, fetishists who loved to see their partners expand, while giving them massive amounts of food. It served a bit like a dating site, since people there were from around the world. And some of them were apparently from nearby, lucky for him. And the other guy was also arcanine. Coincidence?
It took a few days before Arcamedes invited him over, fearing refusal if he asked too early. He stared at the screen, breathing heavily while fixated on three animated dots, showing that another friend was currently typing. When words appeared on the screen, his heart jumped a beat. He accepted his invitation!
Nicor was his name and would come soon, promising snacks and care. Arcamedes just couldn't wait!
When the day and hour finally came, the man of the house was already in the middle of the meal, before hearing a buzzer. He answered it.
     - Hello?
     - It's Nicor. We talked a few days ago?
Arcamedes didn't say another word, letting him through and unlocking the door. While being enormous, he was still quite mobile, just tad sluggish. But it was his life and enjoyed it, now getting only better. Huge smile appeared on his face, when another representative of his own species came through the frame. And he wasn't alone, surrounded by various and full grocery bags.
     - Hey. You look great, no pun intended. I hope you're hungry. At least you didn't run away, heh... - he introduced himself, already teasing Arcamedes because of his weight and size. The larger arcanine didn't mind that at all, letting guests in. They went to the living room, past the towers made of empty pizza boxes. He needed little of the furniture, after all.
The gargantuan pokemon should regret letting that male here, with all of his snarkiness and rude comments, but on the contrary, he enjoyed that somehow. While slightly masochistic, at least someone saw what the arcanine actually was. A squishy blob, huggable beyond belief, who could devour a food supply of any army in just a day. That's who he was, while being proud of it.
Guests sat on the sofa, feeling like in their own home, while opening an industry sized bag full of potato chips. He didn't ask how he got such a package, not really caring about the answer, focused on those salty and crispy goodness. Arcamedes sat his hefty butt next to his new friend, almost causing the half of furniture to jump up with other arcanine still on it, like a see-saw or catapult. Luckily for him, it didn't happen. Instead, Nicor turned on the tv, while munching on the snacks, before sharing them with the host.
     - Barbeque flavored. Here, it's good for you. I also have soda to wash off all this saltiness. You can eat it all, I don't mind. Heh, you already look like that bag too! - he snickered, while wiping the chips dust on his own shirt, apparently being a slob as well.
Arcamedes wasn't entirely sure what to think of all of this. A strange guy online technically barged into his home, treating it as his own, while bribing him with junk food. If he calculated this correctly, that was a great deal, especially for someone like him.
     - Treat yourself, buddy. I think there's a tub of ice cream as well in those bags. I want to watch you grow, lardo... - another arcanine grinned. A normal host would already kick him out, but not him. He treated those awful words as cute ones, like honey or sweetie. Not hiding what he really was, no lies or deception. Just them and gigantic piles of food.
Arcamedes brought the grocery bags closer to them, finding a jumbo sized tub of chocolate fudge, creamy nutrition. Taking out a large spoon from his pocket, he opened the container and dug into the sugary monstrosity. After placing a sizable portion in his mouth, he moaned. It wasn't ice cream, but ambrosia. A nectar made for gods only. Nicor chuckled, seeing how happy his friend was.
     - Good? I picked it just for you, big guy. You can eat it all, whatever. - he said, before standing up - I'll prepare something better. Just enjoy yourself and I'll make something great.
Without even asking for permission, the smaller arcanine departed into the kitchen, still in great mood, while carrying a small bag with unknown contents. The gargantuan host didn't mind any of this behavior, now fixated on his own pleasure, alternating his feast between sweet, salty and savory flavors, before washing them down with ridiculous loads of carbonated soda. He skipped through the channels, never setting on a particular one, just entertaining himself long enough before watching something else.
A mouth-watering scent finally filled the living room, which caused Arcamedes to curiously turn his head. His guest brought a whole, giant pot full of something that looked like pasta, covered with meat and tomato sauce, buried in a pile of shredded cheese. His favorite. After all, they talked a lot about food online, so it was pleasant that Nicor remembered.
     - Eat up. It would feed the entire platoon, but I guess you already ate them as well... - he smirked, placing pot on the table. Arcamedes licked the spoon thoroughly, using the same one for a completely fresh meal. His guest wasn't shocked anymore, not even trying to look surprised. Just watched, as his friend swiftly devoured the copious amount of cheesy and meaty cuisine.
After a long while, a completely empty cauldron rolled on the floor. While fed, arcanine lounged on the sofa, belching loudly and massaging his gigantic belly. He thought about taking a long and well-deserved nap, not knowing about Nicor's plans. He didn't like that his host ended the feast so quickly, there was so much food left. Guest sat closer, while holding open bar of chocolate, that probably would feed an entire orphanage.
     - Eat up, fatty. Just slide entire damn milk chocolate into your tummy. You can do it. Grow nice and big, like a barrel of lard. Which you already are...
     - I'm tired. Later, okay? Just... - he opened his maw, yawning like a beast, while sliding out his gigantic tongue. Nicor took this opportunity and with a massive grin on his face, he shoved half of the bar between his lips. He tried to quickly close his maw, suddenly trapping Nicor's arm inside him, which wasn't his intention at all.
     - Hey! Open your mouth! Let me out!
Arcamedes almost did that, but somehow, this mixture of sugary and milky sweet with flesh, made him hungry again. Not letting him out, he slowly chewed on the limb, making him scream.
     - That's not funny, you fat piece of-- - but he didn't finish his swears, when arcanine finally opened his jaws, but only to attack. Two massive, thick arms landed on Nicor's shoulders, while shoving his upper half into his wide opened maw. While dislocating the jaw, he easily fitted the flailing and screaming orange canine, whose strength wasn't enough to fight against such a gigantic, living blob. Now he had the last chuckle, swallowing this half muscular and half chubby male, right into his already filled stomach. But Arcamades always had room for dessert.
The body moved, causing a plethora of fat rolls to jiggle, while arcanine rubbed them again, calming it down. Slowly digesting this wonderful meal, now he was ready for a nap. And after all these months of searching for the best cooking establishment, he finally found one. And he needed more. Eventually, giant belches spread through the living room, before Arcamades finally closed his eyes.

*****

Arcanine's apartment home saw better days. Towers of pizza boxes collapsed days ago, now sprawled inside the living room. Owner of this mess couldn't think about cleaning anymore, wanting more food. While it didn't sound any different from before, now he thought about nothing else but another feast, where the main course would be a living being again. Of course, he couldn't just eat a delivery boy, they would look for him. Thinking deeply, he could only get one logical conclusion. Forum for feeders.
Easily enough, he found an umbreon, who seemed even more eager to meet Arcamades, than a previous guest who already ended up in his enormous belly. He still remembered that divine taste, but now he had to get new subjects for a treat. Interestingly enough, that umbreon was already feeding someone else, but saw nothing wrong with having some fun together. After several clicking sounds on his laptop, Arcamades finally agreed. The more the merrier, as they say. But he had to lower his thermostat. Arcamedes scratched his multiple, greasy chins. Who else will come?
Few days later, he got the answer to that question. While Ebony the umbreon with a slick, black body, swiftly entered through the opened door, a rather timid sandslash from Alolan region came through as well. This particular spiky pholidota differed from regular ones, being infused with ice. Its long and thick back barbs and claws would rip and tear literally anyone, while freezing them to death at the same time.
     - Yeesh, what a mess. Do you ever leave this dump, mate? Let me clean it up a little, that's just disgusting - the umbreon didn't even introduce itself, entering the living room with visible shock on his face. The four-pedal creature was still eager to please, but also impressed that the apartment was cool enough for the other friend.
Indeed, Lucas the sandslash felt such relief, when the temperature met his requirements. Chubby pokemon brought a rather hefty bag, freezing as well. Massively obese arcanine was curious about its contents, feeling impatience. But he couldn't just swallow them up right here and now. That would be against his code, which he just made up.
     - H-hi. N-nice to meet you. I'm Lucas and you must be Arcamedes, correct? You have a pleasant apartment... it's so... cozy... - he started, not wanting to sound rude. Umbreon snorted after hearing those kind, safe words.
     - Oh, please. It's a pig pen here, that's what it is... - Ebony muffled out, while carrying a full trash bag with his teeth, putting it in the kitchen corner. After a longer while, the living room felt a little better. Still, it needed thorough cleaning, because of its stickiness and smell, but at least it looked somewhat liveable.
Lucas revealed what they brought. A lot of various popsicles and snow cone machine. While Arcamades hoped for something salty and savory, he remembers it would come soon as well. Feeling slight regret, arcanine thought about changing the plans, but growing hunger already foiled them.
He just needed more.
Both of the guests already felt at home. After putting most of the icy goods in the freezer, now all three enjoyed cold treats, made of fruit juices of various exotic fruits, while sitting together on the sofa, on both sides of the gigantic host. Curious umbreon kept his eyes on the gigantic, fat host, already having lots of questions.
     - So... is it your first time? You know... with someone feeding your already huge belly? But that's your life and health, I don't judge... - he said, while slurping the delicious popsicle, waiting for an answer. But he couldn't sense anything malicious about Arcamedes, right?
     - Uh... no. I mean, yes. One time. It was... okay.
     - Oh? Was it one from the forum? Or another site?
     - The forum. But... different... - arcanine tried to avoid this questioning, breathing heavier than usual. Some of the melted ice dropped on his shirt, ignoring that completely.
     - Hm... - Ebony squinted his eyes, not sure what to think about such strange behavior of their new friend. Sandslash suddenly left, plugging in the machine and pouring ice inside, while getting some syrup for the snow cones. He was a walking stereotype, Arcamedes thought to himself. He wouldn't be surprised if that creature loved snowboarding too, because favorite season was more than obvious.
Spiky pokemon finally returned, while Ebony tidied up this apartament a little, leaving the room, hoping that another chubby friend would open up to the host. Sandslash passed a snow cone, soaked in sugary strawberry syrup, while leaving cranberry ones for himself. Arcamedes licked it, while his smile widened, just when endorphins hit him.
     - It's good. Well done. - he said, while Lucas only nodded sheepishly, while pouring more syrup on his portion. Arcamedes did that as well, while some of it accidentally dropped on one of sandslash's long spikes. He gasped, shaking anxiously.
     - It's... n-nothing. I will clean myself later.
     - I've got you, friend. Just stay still... - he tried to find a paper towel or handkerchief at very least, but that syrup looked so astonishing on those spikes. His eyes lightened up, while noticing his own reflection on those icy barbs. So hypnotizing.
     - Um... wh-what are you doing? - he gasped again in shock, when arcanine suddenly grabbed around his thick tummy, while licking off the sugary goodness with a long tongue, while groaning happily. Sandslash froze, while not literally, it completely paralyzed his body with fear. He could only watch as the ravenous host slurped his own spikes, while pouring more sticky juices all over him.
Before he could even cry out for help, his head already sank into Arcamedes' opened maw, while the rest of the icy body slid into stretched out throat, while trying to escape. Sadly for him, it was too tight to use his claws for self defence, now disappearing into his jaws completely, landing into warm stomach. Hot enough that it caused poor Lucas to slowly melt, while being digested at the same time. One free arm tried to scratch the host's belly from inside, but it was for naught. Arcanine grasped his head, experiencing the worst kind of brain freeze in his life, moaning from dreadful pain.
He heard sounds of quick and soft stomps coming from the kitchen, when Ebony came to help as fast as possible, only to find morbidly obese arcanine, while some of the snow cones littered the floor.
     - What happened? Wait, where's Lucas? - he looked around, not seeing a trace of his dear friend. Was it possible that...? No way! - don't tell me that you... why... how? Where is he?
Much smaller pokemon prepared his attack, wanting the answers even if taken by force. Arcamedes already scooped him over, right after terrible pain went away. Holding by his tail, he hovered wiggling pokemon above the mouth, before dropping that feeder as well, who ironically would provide nourishment.
Arcamedes forgot one thing about those pokemons, Usually, their sweat was incredibly toxic, but this one produced only hallucinogenic one. While a smaller creature slid through throat, right towards Lucas's melted remains, arcanine's vision blurred. He knew that it was because of something he just ate, already used to food poisoning during all these years.
He stared blankly at the TV screen when it vanished. And he no longer sat on the sofa, but in the emperor's box or Roman coliseum. It was filled with a cheering crowd, while toga wearing Arcamedes stood up, jiggling the fat rolls of his limbs and belly. He raised his chubby arms, basking in glory of the thousands, who cherished the monstrous size of their new leader. Clapping didn't seem to end, while joyful arcanine didn't ask questions about how he got here. The new scents were incredible, filling the arena and all the surrounding, while subjects were bringing gigantic trays of fantastic food on the lower levels, just for him. Their emperor deserved all of that.
He just was the only one. The best one.

*****

He finally woke up the next day from that strange, fever dream. Apparently, umbreon's sweat was the most potent fluid in the world and Arcamades was truly lucky that he survived that dose. Remembering what happened during the dream, he knew he couldn't just stop with feeding. Gluttonous canine needed more, much more.
Day after day he ordered alarming piles of fast food, while occasionally inviting other "feeders" for a feast, who were unaware that they were, in fact, the main course. Each part of that male pokemon changed immensely, starting with the head where even more chins would jiggle with each of his motions. Thick neck and wide shoulders would almost make him look like a body-builder, if it wasn't made from fat, but one thing for sure, he built all of that with pure intent. His gigantic man-boobs would shock some of the females, especially those insecure with their chest size. Of course, tremendous belly was the largest part of his, able to hold incredible amounts of food and people as well. It looked like an avalanche of lard, starting below the chest and ending on poor knees, which had already seen better days. Even if his thighs and legs were hefty as well, those weren't strong enough to support such ridiculous weight. Arcamedes already added this “small” inconvenience to the request list, sending to potential feeders. Not only they had to provide even more food, they had to move him around too, with no exceptions.
While soaking in sweat, grease and juices, arcanine dreamed about the upcoming day, when finally people will see him as the peak of masculinity, worshipping his belly, bringing him tasty and fattening tribute.
And that smile never left his face.