#fat!leon

[kennedybites]

@combatrifles hi do u think I'm fat? lol.

[paltrylard]

Leon in a Miltank onesie

Pretty much inspired by this post by @thatkinkyasexual​

[kanonffa]

I forgot to put this here yesterday :V

Yeah yeah, That was a great Direct, it was awesome and beautiful...

BUT Leon~

Unexpectedly the champion began to receive a lot of fan gifts and his clothes became small~

haha! (Now he is my third favorite male champion).

[paltrylard]

[paltrylard]

Some recent doodling.

[paltrylard]

In progress work, featuring three of my favorite things.

[pangtasias-atelier]

Battle Tower Payback

Edit: added more during the actual WG portion

So this was made after getting pissed off lol. I just hate how it's purely up to luck as to what the game chooses for Leon's Pokemon.

Also kinda rushed so this isn't the greatest in terms of wg content and Leon characterization.

Again, actual weight gain diminished as I write this, it's at least still the main point. Also, I'll most likely write more Pokemon stuff, but don't ever expect an actual attempt at a battle.

Also, fun fact, the first story I ever uploaded online was a Pokemon fic back when I was a Highschool sophomore, specifically X&Y. It was deleted like a week after and I don't have it any longer lol. Still remember the gist of it though lol. Wasn't kink obvs

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"Is that all? Don't you remember our battle for the title?" Leon's words stinging, the stung only worsened as the day went on. The words true yet harsh, you couldn't help but mutter to yourself about how damn happy he looked from beating you. Twice no less.

Granted, the battle was only for the battle tower, nowhere near as grand as the title of champion, a battle where you had come out on top, you proudly remind yourself. Picking your head up, you happily rush to the counter.

The lady surprised at your burst of determination, she happily lets you on your way as you head up the battle tower once more.

But as luck seemed to have it, Leon's team felt perfectly catered to all but countering each of yours. The prospect of double battles intimidating, your well crafted team and strengths didn't matter when Leon had the perfect composition to take each one down. And with having to fight other trainers to reach Leon, the prospect of trying him a third time today feels like a burden.

At a disappointing 3:2 win:loss in your favor, you glumly head out of the tower. But Leon's voice rings out, the tower indeed easier on his finding his way.

"Champion! I expect you to show me a champion time eventually, unlike today," His eager, booming voice doesn't fill you with happiness or enjoyment as it once did. Nor does his outfit, the change of clothes rather lovely on Leon and a nice change from his outfit as champion.

Nodding and waving goodbye, you smile as you exit the building. Calling a Corviknight immediately, she takes you to the wild area. Stewing in your own anger and thoughts, your quick search turns into hours as you scour the expansive zones.

Spotting your golden goose, an Alcremie stands alone in the grass. You yourself being spotted, she slowly makes her way towards you. Head tilting, she watches you as you remain still. On your knees, you wave to her. Placing a pokeball beside yourself, Alcremie notices the motion. Nodding her head, she expectantly waits for you. Remaining still as you slowly lift the pokeball, she happily accepts, the pokeball releasing that familiar click as it captures a Pokemon.

Letting Alcremie back out, you introduce her to her new partners as you set up camp. Sending a text to Leon, you tell him to expect you tomorrow at the battle tower. And to be ready, since you plan to win.

Enjoying nature, you sleep in your cozy camp, night turning to day as you envision tomorrow's plan.

The bright sun waiting for you, you stretch at you slowly wake up. Back cracking, you sigh. Quickly packing up, a Corviknight promptly comes and takes you to the battle tower. Clutching Alcremie's pokeball in your hand, you rush to the counter again.

Admitted inside, the two poor trainers in between you and Leon that receive your Pokemon wrath go down quickly.

Leon your third opponent, he happily greets you. "Great to see you fired up again! Now, let's see if you can match how you were during the tournament!" Leon's words igniting the spark in your brain, the two of you send out your first two Pokemon.

Tyranitar and Corviknight your choice, Leon's first two leave him at a severe disadvantage off the bat. Scorbunny and Mr. Rime stand no chance against the harsh sandstorm worsening their vision. Corviknight supporting with reflect, Tyranitar launching rock slide immediately does them both in.

Leon's face grim, he hurriedly sends out his Charizard and Haxorus. Smiling, as Leon prepares to storm Corviknight, the supportive Pokemon in the way of Tyranitar, you swap in your brand new Alcremie. Both dragon moves having no effect on Alcremie, they remain susceptible against Tyranitar's rock slide. Gigantamax unable to be gotten off, Leon grips his hat as only his Haxorus remains.

"Finally! A real challenge," A change of plans, Haxorus dynamaxes before your eyes, the massive dragon filling up the area. Alcremie ignored, Tyranitar ends up Haxorus' victim. A swift focus blast launched Tyranitar's way, the raging sandstorm doesn't help him, the strong blast causing him to faint.

Sending out Froslass just for posterity, whoever you choose doesn't matter, the battle already yours. Gigantamaxing Alcremie, Froslass's frost breath wraps around Haxorus, the cold air constricting Haxorus and making him faint.

Having won the battle, you pump an arm into the air. Froslass recalled, you leave Alcremie out, the gigantic, imposing figure remaining.

Leon's smile from the battle washes away. Eyebrows furrowed, he lets out a yell as you command Alcremie to attack him. Gently you remind Alcremie, the missiles unable to damage anything besides Leon's waistline.

The first one hitting its mark, Leon's mouth, he stumbles back from the force. His fear turning to confusion, the harmless cream covers him.

"Wha-" Letting out a burp, Leon clutches his stomach. Stomach bulging, he groans as his outfit straigns against the sudden extra weight. Cream encasing him, the pile of it clings to his body. Struggling against it, he trips against the heavy cream. More of Alcremie's missiles soon follow the first one.

Alcremie's wonderfully fattening cream affecting Leon, his small belly soon grows out even further as cream reaches him. Clothes tightening, they soon tear off. Bulging belly held in one of his hands, Leon stumbles as he stands up. Glaring at you, a small blush on his face, huffs as his body gets used to its new weight. Breasts now where a chest once was, his developing moobs sag down. Leon's admittedly flat ass no longer resembles what it once used too; instead, the sugary, calorically dense cream seems to go mostly to his thighs. His ass a victim, Leon's bare cheeks weigh him down just like the rest of his body.

Groaning, Leon takes a confident step back. Scooping up the remnants of his clothes, all of it scraps to cover his obese body.

Unrelenting, you command Alcremie to fire even more. Leon standing no chance, all the missiles perfectly hit him. A swarm heading his way, the cream composed missiles splatter upon impact. A couple at first, most of the cream heads down his throat, the rest splattering over his body.

His body growing further, soon, you can't really see the effects of Alcremie's cream as it barrages him. Shooting nothing but missiles, Alcremie's time soon runs out, the power of gigantamax ending. Calling her back, not without a thank you, you stare at Leon.

The plan working far better than you imagined, far far better, Leon is completely swaddled in his own gigantic mass of fat. Mobility clearly lost, he rests on his ass, the mountainous quivering blubber rising high behind him. Hands and feet sunken in, his fingers and toes shake from Leon's struggling. Everything else unable to move, Leon wheezes under his weight.

His face a collection of cheeks, they take up most of his face, the bulges sagging down. His chins and neck merging, you can barely count all the rolls before losing your spot. His chest two different entities, they make their own shelf, both splaying out to the sides. Each bigger than his head, they rest on Leon's stomach. His stomach rests on the floor in turn, the car sized mass oozing down and forward. His thighs pushed exaggeratedly wide from his stomach, they resemble a can of squeezed out dough. Absolutely unable to move, Leon simply wheezes. Standing right in front of his billowing stomach, his face still feels too far, his expansive body spreading out far across the battle tower floor. His stomach alone wider than any Snorlax, the entire mass wobbles just from his breathing alone.

His clothes torn to shreds, all remnants of them mere tatters. Rich brown skin covered in cream, the explosive caloric food still remains. Climbing onto Leon, his body sinks under your weight. His plush breasts large enough to serve as a bed, you lie down on them, smirking as you look up at Leon.

"Damn…." Scooping up a dollop of cream off of his right moob, you shove it into his mouth. The cream flowing down, the extra couple pounds are insignificant compared to his current crushing weight.

Leon's eyes shut tight, the sight sets you off. Grabbing more cream, you mercilessly endeavor to scoop up to the very last bit. Knowing what's coming, Leon keeps his mouth shut.

Leon not cooperating, tugging his hair does the trick. Letting out a complaint, you shove more cream down his throat, Leon choking but ultimately swallowing it. Sometimes you manually force his jaw open, the fatty cheeks envelop your hand as you use the other to cram even more cream in Leon.

Your task perhaps a bit too daunting, bits of cream remain, remnants left in-between his countless rolls.

Hands deftly roaming Leon's body instead, his anger washes away soon after as you begin to rub his stomach. Picking up and dropping his rolls of fat, you pinch and massage as far as you can go. His moans and blushes a change from his initial anger and confusion, the expansive mass of his stomach carefully gets massaged under your gentle hands.

"Looks like they're going to have to shut down the facilities for a while with their leader missing," Letting out Rapidash, Rapidash's psychic abilities teleport you three.

The location now your bedroom, Leon's vast fat flattens everything in its wake. Leon's fat goes from wall to wall. Shrugging, you recall your tired Rapidash with a thank you, the task of teleporting such a large mass tiring on her.

"Time for food!" Pinching Leon's right cheek, Leon closes his left eye. Jumping off of Leon's fat, you head off to your kitchen, pantry and fridge stocked in anticipation of this. Leon's small whimper sounds divine. Turning around, you smirk. "Don't ever taunt me," Rushing off, you him as you prepare Leon's food, any notion of consequence or notion of reversing this ignored, cooking and stuffing Leon more important. The prospect of a bath after dinner, to clean all the cream sounds great, your house certainly going to be much busier having a monumental guest.

[kennedybites]

plays with belly rolls oh hoho quite jiggly.. hmph....!