The beaming, summer sun shined down upon the sparkling, tropical sea of Melemele Island, the seafront Hau’oli City serving as a tourist hotspot for those wanting to get away and relax in the sand. It was an incredible destination for both travelers and locals alike, the marina bringing in people from Kanto to Kalos, from Orre to Unova. There really was no limit on entertainment in Alola, for both trainers and tourists alike.
That statement was no exception for Brandon, who had been blown away both by the scenery and the heat the moment he stepped off the boat. The door to the clothing store slide open as he stepped back outside, a short wardrobe change later to complete his summer kit; a blue, floral shirt with a thin white shirt underneath, with blue and yellow board shorts and thongs on his feet. He took a deep breath, a small pack over his shoulder as he thought for the moment.
He had heard about Alola every now and again, spying its name every time he walked past the travel agency in the cities in Hoenn and now that he had the money and the time, he could afford to come here. Needless to say, he was impressed! Well worth the trip and the money spent.
Rolling his shoulders, feeling the warm sun beam down upon him he began to step across the road, checking both ways quickly before stepping across in a hurry. Apparently Kantonese people were the more common types of tourist, due to the proximity to the islands. No wonder why all these introduced species were around… He had seen a couple of strange looking Rattatas scurry around the city, perhaps that’s what they were?
Walking down the sandy steps to the beach, Brandon slipped off his thongs and held them loosely in his hand, walking across the dry hot sand, looking for an empty spot to set up. He could see a couple of lifeguards, an on-beach bathroom and plenty of people resting on the beach, some in the shallow waters playing with their friends and families.
The salty sea breeze gently blew in his face, Wingulls and Pelippers flying around in the sky, with Pyukumukus lying on the wet sand, being brought in with the shore before being washed out again. There were gentle waves that rolled over and crashed, forming white foam as it washed up the shoreline. Brand dropped his backpack, opening it up and pulling out his towel, rolling the soft, fluffy and absorbent fabric out onto the soft sand, his pack next to him as he laid down, getting comfortable on the beautifully warm sand.
His body sunk into the soft dune, making an impression of his body where he lay and just tried to relax, give his body a few moments to just soak up the sunshine… until the heat was getting a bit too much. Brandon sat up, a slight furrow etched across his face as he reached into his bag, taking out a bottle of water. A slight sip, watching the people around him as he surveyed once again in curiosity, swirling the water in his bottle as he watched an unfortunate sap getting punched in the face by a sea cucumber. He laughed, shaking his head at the man’s misfortune before he put the water bottle back in his bag before he stood, stepping off his towel. It was time to hit the water, cool off a bit in the famous seas of Alola.
Removing his blue, outer shirt, he began to step down the beach towards the water, his footprints being left behind in the sand, especially as the sand got wetter and firmer underneath his feet. Eventually the edges of the waves washed up to greet him, the whitewash licking the undersides of his feet as he began to wade out, the water level slowly rising up his legs. It was beautiful; the temperature was warm, in the way that stepping into it wasn’t unpleasant. A beautiful soothing cold that complimented his needs beautifully, with precise specifications supplied by the summer sun. He continued to wade out further, watching the group of strangers not too far away from him swim and play not too far from shore, the water continuing to rise up his legs, soaking his swimwear. A small wave approached him and with a bit of impulse stepped forward to drive right through it, taking the plunge as he went right through the water, ending up on the other side wet with saltwater. It was worthwhile; immediate relief from the sun on his skin. He touched back down in the water, his feet landing on the sandy floor.
Yet sand doesn’t necessarily feel like the slimy film of a creature, along with a shooting, stabbing pain going up through his foot. As soon as he noticed the pain his leg jerked back, gasping in sudden pain as he clutched his foot, standing on one leg as his mind suddenly tried to rapidly puzzle out what the fuck he had stepped on. Diving his face into the water, squinting his eyes to protect his eyes from the saltwater, what he could see was… this strange, spiny light blue and purple creature. With a nonchalant, almost tired gaze it turned to look up at him with jaundiced eyes, chewing on a pink piece of coral. With that, it turned around and turned to float away, taking the tide with it.
Taking his head out of the water, Brandon stayed still for a moment as everything slowly ticked over in his mind. That was… something. He had never seen that Pokémon before. What the hell was that?
As much as his internal monologue distracted him, he could still feel the stabbing sensation throbbing at the bottom of his foot and for his own safety began to hobble back to shore, riding the tide a little back to more solid ground. Limping with as much caution as he could, he hobbled back over the sand, the granules sticking to his wet body before he collapsed back on his towel. He lay there for a moment, head tipped back as he waited for the pain to ebb away slightly before he investigated, pulling his foot closer.
On the bottom of his foot were puncture marks, broken skin with spots of blood oozing out as the skin around the wound was flushed red, slightly purple… likely from bruising, or something. He grumbled to himself, picking himself off his towel. A lifeguard should be able to help him out, figure out if that thing was super dangerous or-
Only a few steps over the sand had passed before a sudden wave of feverish sickness passed over him, dizziness making him stagger and fall to his knees. He felt woozy, his head spinning as his thoughts scattered. What was this feeling all of a sudden…? That thing must’ve been dangerous to-
“Sir?” A female voice broke through his clouded thoughts as he looked up, seeing a youthful, tanned lifeguard peering down at him, her hand outstretched with a worried look on her face. “Are you alright?”
Brandon’s eyes struggled to focus as he outstretched his hand, taking the lifeguard’s offer as he was helped onto his feet, a shooting sensation running up his wounded leg.”What’s wrong?” She asked, looking at his face with concern. “Are you ill?”
With a moment of hesitation he nodded, thoughts fuzzy as he lost what he was originally going to say. “Yeah… Just felt sick all of a sudden.”
Her face lightened up slightly, a bit of relief showing up on her face. She turned around with one hand and pointed towards the on-beach bathroom. “Just head there if you need some water. If you need anymore help, just come and find one of the lifeguards on duty.”
With a slow nod, a hand holding his forehead as it began to painfully throb with a growing headache, he began to limp across the hot sand. The lifeguard watched Brandon go, arms by her side before she shook her head, turning her attention back to the water.
The journey to the safety of the porcelain bowl wasn’t long, but he could certainly feel his condition worsen. His spinning head, the feverish feeling bubbling up inside his body and the sweat that came with it. He was certain in his delirious mind that the Pokémon was the cause of this, but unaware that with each limping step he took, merely pumped the venom through him more, his foot beginning to puff up like some insane allergic reaction, the bruised purple colour beginning to creep upwards...
Brandon stumbled into the warm, almost disgustingly humid bathroom, beelining immediately for the sink to clasp at the sides of the basin, taking deep breaths and getting the feeling of sickness under control. Once he felt calm enough he reached down to turn the aged faucet on, a stream of cool, fresh water falling from it, which he hastily used to splash his face, drinking from his hands followed by a relieved breath out. It was a start, but he couldn’t deny the painful aches that were still present; and rising through his body. His breath felt short, his body weak and his wet clothes just felt… tight. It was fine… a warm shower here would do him good. Then he could be treated and go on his way.
He stepped away from the mirror, limping across the sandy cement floor towards the slightly sheltered shower, taking it easy on himself… but the state of his leg made it difficult. It didn’t feel right, like his leg had been stung and he was having a painful allergic reaction. Finally getting into the shower, a mere wall protecting him from the sight of others he turned on the hot water, leaning against the wall as it began to rain down on top of him, feeling so much better. It was so soothing, just letting the water run through his hair… but it still didn’t fix the problem at hand. He glanced down to his leg and… found the situation so much worse than he had expected.
It certainly had swollen, but not in the way he had expected it to. He expected a inflamed red limb, firm to the touch and painful… but what he got instead was purple, the sight of his leg looking soft and getting worse before his eyes. In his stunned curiosity he reached down, carefully and pressed his fingers into the flesh, finding it… squishy, like fat. His fingers came away from the skin slightly sticky, which was quickly washed away by the stream of water from overhead. What the fuck was going on?!
As he stood himself back up, Brandon’s breathing began to quicken as his mind ticked over possibility over possibility of what could be happening to him, just letting the water wash over him before he placed his face into his hands, letting out a deep groan. His holiday had gone from great to life-threatening, all from one stupid Pokemon he didn’t even know the name of. That’s it, he had to get out and tell a lifeguard what had happened. He was feeling better, hopefully his condition wouldn’t stop him from thinking straight again. He took his face out of his hands…
...only to find that they too were thicker, his hands and fingers chubbier and a lot more purple than they were before.
Panic began to set in as he realised whatever that Pokemon had done to him was working a hell of a lot faster than it should’ve. His feet, feeling much heavier than before slid on the wet tiles underneath him, sending him plummeting towards the ground to land on his ass, yelping as he fell. But the impact wasn’t as much as he expected… only now realising how snug his blue and yellow board shorts were, his legs slowly but surely being consumed by the strange purple colour. He groaned as he propped himself up, his arms suddenly feeling very weak before his eyes focused on his wet shirt and the purple colour underneath as his torso slowly rose, becoming more plumper by the second.
This was so much more than a simple allergic reaction or mere venom from a Pokemon… this was madness! He gritted his teeth, confused to feel his top canines slip easily out of his mouth and struggled to get himself to stand up. His shirt was certainly being stretched by his own rebelling body, some of it even spilling over the waistline of his board short. He had to get in front of a mirror, had to get up… seeing that it could only get worse as he saw his chest beginning to rise, new, hefty melons filling out his shirt and clinging to the wet fabric.
There wasn’t really pain anymore, no more of the dizziness or sickness, just the uncomfortable feeling of bloating and pins and needles in multiple parts of his body along with sensitive sensations as he pressed his legs together in his quest to try to get up. Brandon swore profusely, a mucus masked effeminate voice escaping his mouth, unable to see the chubby purple coloured face. Finally he got up, as much of an effort it was on his particularly heavier body, the shower continuing to run as he waddled himself out of the shower, first checking something of importance by shoving his hand down his pants; nothing. It was gone. Her worst fears after seeing the hefty breasts grow from underneath that wet T-shirt were confirmed.
With a painfully embarrassing jiggle in her step, she moved over to the mirror and clutched the basin as she stared deeply and desperately into it, seeing a pair of jaundiced, light blue eyes stare back at her. Her face was cute and chubby, watching the useless hairs on her head fall out as a bob of light blue tentacles grew downwards, ten barbed tentacles with an additional final yellow spine flourishing on the top of her head.
She stood there, dripping wet and slowly breathing, motionless while her heart beat heavily inside her chest. She blinked, watching the strange, Pokemon-like creature blink back with the same stunned expression. She… was like that creature. Also a girl. Also fat.
How the fuck does a thing like this even happen?!
As she took a step back to run her chubby little fingers through her tentacles, the sound of the bathroom door opening caught her off guard, turning her head towards the entrance and immediately panicking, running to the toilet stall and shutting herself inside. She parked herself up on the toilet seat as someone came in, being shocked still and not daring to make a move, dripping water onto the floor as whoever it was did their business. She… She had to get out of here. But she couldn’t now, not while everyone was still around. She’ll just wait til it’s night. Then she’ll see. Get back to the hotel room and make a few calls...