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Olivine city. A place “where you can hear the melody of the sea” as the town’s sign proudly declared when Red had first arrived. It was a nice town, it had a good atmosphere to it. The soft grey stone surrounded the port local where ships came in and out. There were buoys gently bobbing in the water all around, trees whispering quietly to the salt water they stood proudly above.

Touring Johto, this was Red’s second time in this town since docking. He had arrived here via ferry with Green, and the pair had been making their way through the gyms. At long last, from what felt like had only been weeks, the pair had finished close to 11 months later. Here they were once more, waiting in this quaint town for the ferry that would bring them back to Vermillion city in Kanto once more. The fly home was far too much for their Pidgeot and Charizard to manage, at least without backbreaking work the pair could easily avoid by just taking a ferry.

Arriving back in the town, Green had gone ahead to the S.S. Aqua in order to check the two of them in and take a load off of his feet by taking a nap in their cabin early. Red, meanwhile, decided it would eb a good time to get a last bite to eat in Johto before boarding and headed back home. He didn’t get seasick per say, but it would be much easier for him to eat while he was grounded.

Not too far from the port out of town sat a café, Olivine Café, to be specific. It seemed like a fairly hometown sort of restaurant, and perfect for a last meal before shipping off. Right next to the Pokémon center, Red took a moment to take in the building’s exterior. It was simple enough, almost hole in the wall, which always led to some of the best meals he had ever had in his life. Under the sign for the café was the description, chock-full of hearty fare for beefy sailors. Red liked the sound of that. He was a big boy, standing over 6 feet with quite a fair distribution of muscle built up from his time training on Mt. Silver for three years. That had been before Green finally dragged him down, before the pair got… romantically entangled, officially anyway.

Making his way into the café, Red nodded when a few of the patrons glanced at the chime that went off at his entrance. A quick around let Red know this was truly a stereotypical bar for sailors. A long wooden bar counter stretched by the entrance where several large sailors sat proudly, talking to a bartended while he cleaned out a beer stein.

“Welcome, welcome! Make yourself at home wherever, we’ll be with you in just a moment.” The bartender called out to Red. His grin practically sparkled under the lights. Red gave him a curt nod and made his way to one of the wooden tables. There were menus slotted between the condiments and the wall, and Red was happy to notice how short it was. No fuss here.

A sever came out not too long after that. He was a bigger guy, just like Red was noticing for everyone around here seemed to be. His arms were large, defined, despite the thick layer of fat he had over his entire body. His stomach practically wobbled when he made his way over to Red. His face was red from exertion, but it seemed to just give him a healthy rosy glow.

“Hello hello, haven’t seen you before!” The waiter offered Red. He put his hands on his hips which practically thrust his stomach forward into Red’s face, who was trying not to blush. The man’s nipples were hard, he noticed.

“My name is Charles, and I’m going to be your server. What can I get from you pal?” He asked. He didn’t have a pad in his hands. Red quickly looked down at the table, ignoring the burning in his ears while he tried not to keep looking at the way Charles’ pouty nipples were so obviously pointing under his shirt on his… rather large set of… boobs.

Pointing at the special at the top of the page, a hearty sailor special that seemed to be a jumbo-sized gumbo stuffed with shrimp, crab, and scallops. It looked delicious and the perfect amount of spicy to fill his stomach with.

“Did you want anything to drink with that?” Charles asked, he learned over Red while asking to pick up the menu and put it back in its slot on the wall. Why, Red had no idea, but it let to Charles pushing his impressive gut against Red’s side. He wasn’t sure why something like that felt so personal.

“Maybe a beer?” Charles continued, and Red nodded if just to get the man away from. He didn’t card him, which was nice. Red was well over the drinking age at this point in his life, but he couldn’t help being a little mortified whenever someone had to ask and saw his old picture in his ID. He was so small then…

Waiting for his food to come out, Red just kept looking down at his hands almost shyly. He came here to eat, and no one was even bothering him, but suddenly everything about his place felt so personal and exclusive. All of these large sailor men sitting around, laughing loudly, and eating to their heart’s content. Their muscles kept catching in the light, and Red couldn’t help but feel a lot smaller than he actually was while waiting.

It didn’t take long for Charles to return with the plate though, setting down a big bowl of gumbo. The thing was in a bowl bigger than Red’s head and his stomach growled loudly in response, much to Charles’ amusement.

“Well, someone is a hungry boy!” Charles practically cheered as he slid the food and large beer stein in front of Red. He was smiling ear to ear, and his chest jiggled slightly when he put the foot down.

Leaning over, Charles ruffled Red’s hair lightly, who did no motions to stop the other man. He was far too embarrassed to look up, every time he did he found himself finding it very hard not to just stare at Charles’ tits.

“You eat up alright? Make sure you get all big and strong for me.” Charles said with a hearty chuckle, before turning around and making his way around other tables. Red looked up for a minute and regretted it right away, finding himself hypnotized with the sway of Charles’ large ass.

Swallowing audibly, Red turned down to his food and dug right into it with a spoon. The flavor was rich, and there was a light layer of rich oil resting on the top that glimmered lightly. There were visible chunks of seafood, and Red made quick work of popping a big chunk of crab into his mouth as quickly as he good.

The flavor…. Was absolutely amazing. Red’s mouth watered after just the first bite, and he quickly downed more. It was scoop after scoop going into his mouth, only stopping for a moment to take a few large chugs of the beer. Even that, Red thought while digging back into he gumbo, tasted absolutely delicious. He had never been much of a beer guy, but this stuff just tasted like delicious salty water. The liquid seemed to go right down his throat and slosh around his stomach, but he didn’t mind at all. Combined with the juices and broth of the gumbo, it was in good company.

The warmth in Red’s stomach he ignored for a bit, continuing excitedly eating. He didn’t notice as his body began to subtly change while chowing down.

It started in his legs. His calves had already been strong and thick, but they were getting fatter, juicier. The muscle definition was becoming more defined, a few visible veins beginning to bulge out on the skin. While his calves slowly expanded outwards, they were also stretching up, gaining in size slightly and helping Red become slowly taller. He didn’t notice, as he was bent in half to scoop the tasty treat into his mouth as quickly as possible. His thighs were next, muscle starting first before becoming covered in a layer of thick fat. His thighs had already been large from muscle, but for the first time they were almost touching under the table despite how his legs were over shoulder width apart. They were fat and strong, the kind of thighs that would be perfect to watch smash a watermelon between them. As they fattened up, Red rose slightly once more in his chair, as the fat on him subtly pushed him up more.

Next was his cock, his already delicious cock. It was a feeling Red felt but chose to ignore in favor of eating more food. To him it just felt like he was getting slowly hard under the table, and while that was true, the growth was mostly just due to his cock fattening up. It was swelling at the base, becoming the same thickness as his wrist before the damn thing started growing out. It stretched and stretched as best as it could in the tight light blue jeans he was wearing, his fat cock being pushed tightly up into the crotch of his pants. Feeling restrained like that was enough for Red to let out a low moan into his food, it felt insanely good. He had always been a fan of how tight his pants got when he was horny.

Taking a moment, Red adjusted how he was seated so his legs were spread out a little more so his pants would draw tighter on his cock. He had no idea why his pants were getting so tight and wasn’t bothering to ask and he pulled a fat scallop up into his mouth. Wasn’t noticing at all that this foot was gradually fattening him up more and more while he kept eating, slowly making him more and more of a hearty Johto sailor man body type.

His cock kept growing and pushing up on his pants, and Red reached down to adjust himself finally in his pants. His hand ran over the top of his pants and he let out another moan while the other hand rushed to keep putting more of the traitorous gumbo into his mouth. Taking a second to try to wiggle his dick into a better position, Red got a little distracted by the sheer and suddenly overwhelmingly sensitive feeling of just palming his rock-hard dick in public instead. It felt extra hard to him, and he wasn’t sure why eating was turning him on so much. He had no reason to stop, and all he could think was that he hoped he would be able to get seconds, even if his bowl was barley halfway eaten.

Balls next, they swelled until each one was roughly the size of a golf ball each. It felt good, and Red slouched more in his seat while he continued to hump at his hand while eating.

The next place was, at long last, his flat stomach. Red didn’t have a six pack or anything like that, but he did have a hard pane of stomach that he had worked hard to get. And now? It was slowly inflating with fat that jiggled as it moved. It kept going, each swallow making it bugle out further and further. It finally was resting in Red’s lap, stretching his shirt tightly, the stubborn thing hadn’t risen up his body quite yet. His stomach had a deep and visible bellybutton now as the shirt was stretched tightly across a gut that was now far too big. It was starting to look like second skin, only working to highlight Red’s fat fucking gut while he kept rubbing at his swollen nuts.

His chest was next, rising up as his nipples got hard. The things poked out visibly now as they kept swelling up. They were more sensitive and Red could feel an ache in his chest as they ran against a shirt that suddenly felt so much rougher on him. His nipples kept swelling until each one was half the size of his thumb, pushing proudly out and putting Charles’ delicious chest to shame. His tits began to fill in next, fattening up and sliding forward. It was these delicious treats that finally stretched Red’s shirt enough for it to roll up over his gut. Somehow during this entire thing, his body was getting harrier too. His stomach and chest were now covered in a rough curly patch of thick black hair. His tits kept stretching out his chest, but they were hardening out. Turning more pec like, getting a thick and hard texture to them. Although his nipples were already a perfect massive size, his large chest muscles swelled out until they were roughly the size of large flat grapefruit each.

Arms were next. Already supporting an impressive set of guns, they swelled up further, until each of Red’s large biceps were roughly the size of his head. He kept eating with abandon, not caring enough to wonder why he was feeling so good. So… Pent up.

Last, but most certainly not least, Red’s face. His chin sloped forward slightly, giving him a slight double him. His stubble picked up a bit, peppering his face gently with a nice rough texture of black. His chin wobbled out a little more. He had a full double chin now, covered with light hairs, which was moving gently while he kept stuffing himself further.

There were only a few small swallows in the bowl left, so Red tilted it up to his lips and quickly slurped the rest of it down. He was full on humping his hand now, the cheap leather seat beneath him squeaking loudly for everyone in the bar to hear. Not that anyone minded, or even seemed to care. This was just another Friday night for them.

Once he was done, Red picked up what was left of his beer stein and quickly chugged it. He was fighting off the desperate need to tug his cock out, the behemoth that it was practically ripping open the front of his zipper while making a large visible stain on the front from his drooling cock.

Once he was done, Red slammed the stein on the table. He couldn’t fight the excited hearty smile he gave. Using his now free hand, Red put a hand down to his now swollen fat gut to rub his stomach after a meal well done.

Whatever was in the food must have done something to the hero’s head, as he absentmindedly rubbed his stomach while finally at long last, pulling out his now eleven-inch cock to pump at it lazily under the table.

Making his way back to the table, Charles had the same smile on his face from before.

“Aw, all done?” Charles cooed, and then gently pet at Red’s hair again who leaned into it like a dog, tongue fighting to come out of his mouth. “You did so good! I have your bill here,  I can take cash or card or…”

Red took the hand from his stomach and fished out his wallet, other hand staying busy on his cock while openly stroking it. If Red were to look, he’d see Charles’s straining dick, but he wasn’t interested in some stranger. All Red could think about while lazily tugging himself was how good he felt, how much he wanted to go to the boat and pin Green under him and fuck him stupid on his new cock.

Handing the card over to Charles with an air headed expression, the server made quick work of going back to the bar to cash him out. Red glanced around the establishment as he kept jacking it, noticing a few more fat cocks had been pulled out by the sailors at the bar counter. They were nice, he thought, but no one seemed as swollen as him. The last bit of his food was catching up to him, going right to making his balls more proportionate, as the pair swelled out to the size of apples each.

“Alright, and here you are!” Charles said, bringing back his card to Red. “Sign whenever you’re ready, and you have a safe trip!”

Red smiled back at him, giving him a curt nod, before leaning his head back with eyes closed. He slapped his cock up into the swell of the bottom of his belly, letting out a loud groan as he came on the bottom of his own swollen stomach.

This meal had been such a good idea. Red wondered if he could order something to go for Green…