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"Shut up and get me another slice of cake, fatass." Agapios snarled at the waiter as he stared the fat crocodile down in the restaurant. For some odd reason, not related to the full moon, Agi was starving. Insatiably hungry all day, it seemed, and he had no way to fight it off any longer. As the waiter scurried his green-scaled self back to the kitchen for Agi's fourth slice of cake that trip, the werewolf patted his bulking belly and smiled proudly.

It was probably his third stop on the binge spree he'd been going through all day, and certainly he'd been enjoying every minute of the extravaganza that had felt more like coming out of hibernation, or off a diet, than just giving into his primal urge to eat everything in sight before him. He'd been mildly concerned at first, knowing this was something that Jo would rather be doing than he himself, but Agi knew also that he was better than that fat boar. Even if he gorged himself now, it wouldn't look so bad on him like it did the fat pig that had been his host once years ago.

He'd been trying his best to not pay attention to it in the commotion of the eating binge, but now that he thought about Jo, he was staring at his rotund belly, seeing it press hard against the dining table and seemingly shedding its fur. His whole body had seemed to be shedding today, especially after he'd started eating, but now Agapios was aware of the fact that he could see dark brown skin beneath the fur, taking notice of how thick the skin seemed and how smooth underneath the fur, almost like the fur wasn't supposed to be there at all. He brushed a bit more fur away, feeling a pang of arousal as he rubbed his belly, when the crocodile returned with a large piece of cake for him.

"About fuckin' time, fatass." Agi snarled as he stared at the crocodile hard, his voice dark and aggressive with each word he spoke, "Now go get me the rest of the goddamn cake. I'll let you know when I'm done eating, not the other way around."

"Eh, yes sir... as you wish." The croc only hoped that by obeying the shedding werewolf, he could contain Agi's rage and ravenous hunger to the one table he sat at. Truthfully, though, the croc also knew that Agi was eating all the cake they had, and if he didn't stop soon, they'd run out of cake to give him. To Agapios, this would mean another trek to another diner. To the croc, it was an annoyance beyond belief, but he had to keep his head around the massive werewolf.

With the croc gone once again, that pang of arousal flushed back into Agi's groin, and he lewdly, obviously, pawed at it while he dug into the cake with his other paw, not even bothering to use the silverware that had been brought with the cake. He'd not bothered using silverware at all when he was eating, and he assumed that it was better to eat with his paws than with some dirty china that the kitchen cooked up. The fur he had on his belly was brushed away entirely after a few more bites of cake, leaving his gut suspiciously bald for a creature that was supposed to be canine. He shrugged it off, liking the look, and loving the feel of the skin pressed against the wooden dining table as he let out a staggering belch that one or two diner patrons noticed immediately.

He flipped them the bird, snarling, "The fuck are you lookin' at, shit heels?" Neither patron responded, both confused by the lewd, crude, slobby werewolf that was sitting at the table before them. Eventually, both turned and returned to their meals.

Agapios didn't have any real time to deal with those assholes anyways, he thought to himself as he let out another staggering belch and finished off some other food that had been brought to him while he waited for the cake. His table was full of dishes, and he was sure that as much as his gut was pressing into the table now, if he stood up half of those dishes would end up on the floor. He let out a snort of pleasure to this, unaware of how porcine the sound was, and patted his gut while jerking himself off under the table. He was having far too much fun to want to stop himself now, even if his fur was sloughing off in chunks that should otherwise have worried him.

When the cake finally arrived, he snarled at the croc without giving him the dignity of any words this time, and the snarl was more like a pig oink or snort than he had done before. He casually, flippantly, thought of himself turning into a pig like Jo, just from pigging out, but he didn't care. Even if he was becoming a pig, he would look far sexier than Jo would anyways. Dully aware of the changes, nearly bald of all fur now, he stole into the cake as if it were the first thing he'd eaten in days, and it was gone in a fraction of the time it took to even bring the cake to his attention.

He let out a deep oink of pleasure, undeniably loud and certainly porcine in sound, as he came hard under the table into his own paw. The cum he splattered there made his fingernails thicken, becoming less like claws and more like hooves, fusing his fingers into a more trotter-like look than even Jo had. After all, he was the werewolf, so he would need more feral features wouldn't he?

Agi snarled for more cake, but he didn't receive any this time. All he got was a meek, gangly stork with pink hair explaining that the diner was out of cake and that it was all thanks to Agapios. Without any further cake, he stood up, knocking all the dishes away as his round, large, almost immobilizing gut hefted the table up and over itself. The stork, presumably the manager of the place, tried to explain to Agi once again what had happened to the cake, but his cries went unheard and unappreciated as Agi picked the stork up off the ground and let out a tremendous, earth-shattering belch into the stork's face.

"Like I give a shit. Now don't ask me to pay for this mess you made." He dropped the stork to the ground and callously pulled out a single bill from his wallet, the only thing he felt the entire meal had been worth to him, and flipped it into the air for the stork to watch fall away as Agi hefted himself to the door. He didn't care that the knocked over dishes had dirtied his furless body, and he didn't care that his body was indeed furless or that instead of claws he had hooves. Agi certainly didn't care that each step in the diner was like thunder, shattering beneath him the faux-marble tiling that made up the floor. He was huge now, and he let out a distinctly smelly fart as he broke the doors on his way into the outside air.

The concrete sidewalk cracked as he tilted his head back, letting out a snort of dominance and snarled with pride, and Agi knew then that he was still hungry for more food. He wasn't paying attention to the clear fact that he was more of a were-boar than a werewolf at this point, but even if he had, he wouldn't have cared. Nobody messed with this guy. Not in his werewolf tribe, not Jo, not even Agi's boyfriend Ray, who by all accounts could get Agapios to at least be courteous to him on occasion. The truth was, Agi didn't care. He only cared about eating, growing, and he was sure doing that a lot today.

As he plodded down the sidewalk, making new cracks in otherwise solid chunks of concrete, he felt that arousal growing again. He didn't know how fat he was, but he knew that he loved every pound he was putting on. Perhaps this was what Jo felt, he thought to himself as he patted his massive belly. Perhaps it was not so bad to be so big.

He picked some chocolate sprinkles out from his fangs, tugging those fangs into long boar tusks as he did, and Agi was entirely unaware of how pliable his face was in changing to his movements and actions. He kept picking the food out of his fangs until his muzzle was now a thick snout, two massive tusks giving him quite the intimidating underbite. His ears twitched, becoming larger and yet lighter. They reformed to give his aggressively porker look a more solidified uniformity. His tail had shed all of its fur in the diner he went to earlier, leaving only a stubby curl. He was all pig now, and certainly no wolf.

A few people tried to stop him from entering the next diner, or at least that is how Agapios would treat them. Anyone who was in front of him for any reason, unless they bowed to his very existence, was in his way. He belly-bumped or outright shoved people out of his way, and if anyone made a noise against him, a single fart or loud belch often put them in their place. He grunted deeply as he forced his way to the door of the diner, struggled to get through the narrow entryway, and when he was in he lost his balance and tumbled to the floor, smashing the wooden floorboards to bits beneath him.

Thinking about getting up simply tired him, and he laid there for a moment just exploring the new body he'd given himself. Agapios couldn't quite figure out what had caused the change, but he didn't need to think about it. Being fat felt right, it felt good, and his first instinct was that he'd have to keep it. He let out a loud belch again, signifying his presence, and raised a brow, waiting for someone else to come help his fat self off the ground. If indeed they could even lift him at this weight, he was sure they wouldn't mind a small favor or two for feeding him afterwards.

Agi sat up, barely even a few degrees from where he'd laid as soon as he got in the door, and roared out in aggressive dominance, "Someone going to help me?" Immediately, he followed it up with a dark, rough snarl of, "I'm fuckin' starvin' here!"

Someone would feed him, Agi thought, or he'd have to go were on their skinny asses until they did.

***

Ray busied himself through the kitchen, preparing meals for the Pokémon out in the dining area, but he was feeling stranger with each passing second. A long moment passed through him and he had to pause to flex his aching muscles in that time span, but it didn't help him at all. Perhaps, he thought to himself, he would have to take some painkillers afterwards.

All morning, Ray had been feeling strange, and the feelings had been building throughout the day. His clothes felt tighter increasingly and his body felt bigger all over, but he'd been far too busy crafting dinners in the shape and size of a Pokémon ball, primarily for flair but also for the reason that the whole restaurant was themed and catered to the many multitudes of Pokémon. He'd thought that maybe it had been that someone had slipped a candy in his drink this morning when he'd gotten to work, particularly the kind that promoted evolutions, but he'd not even partially changed shape today, so that possibility was unlikely.

Even still, the Lucario that busied himself through the restaurant past his coworkers was feeling strange, and it was increasingly worse. Gladly, he had a break coming up, and he was sure to check himself out in the mirror of the bathroom when he got it. The thought had been on his mind or in the back of it at least all day. He was hurrying as fast as he could through the restaurant kitchen to place the new orders, and then ran back to the stoves to do a few more plates up before his break took hold.

After he heard a rip in his pants, however, he knew he couldn't wait any longer. He quickly passed the stoves over to his sous chef and hurried out the back of the kitchen to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He turned to the mirror to see what had happened to his pants, thinking maybe he had moved his legs too far apart and split the seam in the bottom of his pants. That had happened a few times in the past accidentally, not that his boyfriend had ever let Ray live it down, but this didn't seem like it would be one of those times.

Instead, in the mirror, Ray was entirely shocked to find that his entire body has swollen beneath his outfit. Not with fat or an infected ailment of any kind, but with muscle. Hard, thick muscle so chiseled and defined that upon inspection it was impossible to figure out how his outfit had stayed on so well to begin with. His abs, all eight of them, pressed roughly into the tunic he wore, and his masculine pectorals rippled with strength, making the spike in the center of his chest seem even larger than usual. His shoulders were far broader, his arms and hands tremendously thick with power. But where his pants had split, Ray realized the size was not limited to his upper body. His lower body was thick like tree trunks all the way to his feet.

Ray paused for a minute, stuck staring at himself as he froze with shock. His body was positively ripped and he was at least double his size, all inside the work clothes he had on. They creaked and groaned at his size increase with every step made, and every flex brought new tears into the fabric. He very well could have ripped out of his outfit then and there, but a bit of panic kept him from just outright flexing himself naked. There was no thought about where he was or who would see him if he was naked, but the fear of his body being so big that it could easily make him burst through his clothes kept him momentarily at bay.

For just a moment, he thought he might actually burst his outfit, but then his pants began to buzz. A ringing and vibrating sound rang through one of his pockets. He stuck a meaty, heavy paw into the tight pants and tugged at the phone in his pocket, but the pants were so tight and his hand now so big it was hard to be able to grip it. It felt jammed deep in his pants and he had to eventually tear the pocket open at the seams to get the phone free. It fell from his pants to the floor, but luckily the phone cover was protected and didn't smash on the bathroom floor. Ray bent down, shredding his pants entirely up the rear, and busting the tunic all the way up his back, causing both to fall in tatters to the floor. He growled a bit, fully naked in the bathroom, and fumbled through the clothes to find the ringing phone.

Finally, he gripped it in a paw, struggled to swipe the button over so he would be able to answer it, and in a breathless tone he replied, "Hello?"

"Hey, babe, come fuckin' get me." It was his boyfriend, Agapios. He sounded weird, different in some way.

"Where are you, Agi?" Ray felt a bit frustrated he was being asked to leave work, amidst everything that was going on, but he submitted to his boyfriend, knowing that things were going to work better if he submitted. Only once had he tried to resist, and that had been the one time he'd never repeat again.

"Some fuckin' restaurant called Earl's... downtown. Shit, fell over an' can't get back up." That sounded more like a problem Jo would have had, not Agi, but Ray couldn't help smile. Somehow, that just seemed more like Agapios now that he thought about it. Lazy and unable and unwilling to do anything.

"Okay, I'll see if I can get there soon. You just, eh... roll around until I get there."

Ray hung up before Agi could snarl at him again and shook his head. For some reason, even though he knew he should be confused, this whole day feeling strange, Ray felt more... naturally inclined to just let things be. He turned back to the mirror and flexed, seeing how huge he was, and realizing maybe subconsciously he was even bigger than before the phone had gone off. He was particularly taller, that much he could tell.

The strangest thing happened then, however, as Ray picked up the tatters on the floor, shook them out, and put them back on, finding that they fit again miraculously, and he tugged on the tunic to make it look proper before unlocking the bathroom door and heading out to the parking lot. He had a few minutes for a break, after all, so he figured he could go pick Agi up, drag him home, and then head back to work on his lunch break. There'd be no problems there.

All while he drove, however, Ray continued his growth, even in the truck. For a little bit, Ray wasn't even sure if it was his truck, but the more he drove the more he remembered Agi was a heavy son of a bitch, and he needed plenty of space to ride, so the truck bed was the only place big enough for him. Besides, he thought as he looked over his swelling, hardening muscles, he was too big for the cab of the truck on his own now.

The huge, swollen muscles made him feel immobilized inside the truck, and as he drove he started trying very hard to control his movements, his power growing so intensely that it felt like he was going to tear the whole steering wheel off by taking a left or right turn. Fortunately, the truck seemed to be reinforcing itself, as if preparing itself for Ray and Agapio's newer, larger forms. To Ray, it was silly, as he knew they'd both been this big all their lives, right? Lucario like Ray always grew to near gigantic proportions, and Agi, as a werewolf, was constantly growing thanks to being part of Jo, who himself grew huge and slobby long ago.

Now that he thought about it, it did make a little sense as to how he could have grown this big. Agi, being a werewolf, had a link to Ray through their marriage, a personal bond Agi had seldom truly shared with anyone other than Jo, and through that link, maybe it was possible that Agi had started growing and Ray grew with him simultaneously. Ray, of course, dismissed it outright, just reminding himself he'd always been this big ever since he'd met Agi years ago.

Finally, arriving at the restaurant, he saw the cracked sidewalk splitting underneath the blob Agapios had become, and he shook his head. He knew that he would have to heft the big blob up into the truck again, but he didn't care. As a matter of fact, he knew he'd been getting so big to help Agi more than anything else. He squeezed comically out of the truck and the two exchanged a growling grunt of love to each other.

"It's about damn time your lazy ass showed some restraint." Ray said as he headed over to Agi, bending down to kiss his mate on the lips. The kiss was not forcibly ended early, both were genuinely glad to see each other, but Ray didn't want to linger too long on the sidewalk for Agi's sake.

"Lazy? Fuck you, I was hungry and you were workin'. The hell was I supposed to do? Starve?" Agapios growled and chuffed as he lifted his arms for Ray. Ray knew what to do, and he helped the boar up off the ground. Agi had always been a were-boar hadn't he? Not a werewolf as he seemed to recall, but a boar. "Besides, three restaurants ran out of cake on me already... and I'm still hungry."

"Don't worry, tubby bubby, I gotcha." Ray helped Agi to the truck, getting him strapped down like he was a mass of cargo, and then closed the tailgate to the truck, not realizing the truck had grown as massive as they had in their short meeting.

"You better have some fuckin' cake at the restaurant then. Or I'm gonna go were on their skinny bitch asses." Agi snarled, or was that his belly roaring for more? Ray never could tell exactly the difference anymore.

As they drove back to the restaurant that Ray worked at, he glanced at the picture of the two of them hanging by the rearview mirror, seeing it change. Part of his mind seemed to register it, but he didn't seem surprised or shocked. As big as they were now, they barely fit into a picture at all together. Not that they took many pictures. Agi gobbled up all the food he could and Ray worked out whenever he could so he could lift his husband. He glanced in the rearview mirror and smiled.

That big fat slobby boar in the backseat was his husband. He couldn't be prouder.