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Indulgent Gift (Snorlax TF)

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Published: Jan 2, 2015

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The clicking of a keyboard was heard in the silent apartment, down a hallway and into a study, with a lone man sitting in front of a monitor. Lines and lines of words filled a document he was in the midst of typing, looking neat and professional as lines of complex words flowed off his fingertips. And then he stopped.

Leaning back in his chair, he stretched his arms upwards and slumped in his chair, spinning around in his spot to face away from his computer. Finally, he had finished. On his computer screen lay a report of the recent experiments and tests, all neatly sorted into sections that corresponded to the various sectors of the building that focused on certain subjects. Under normal circumstances he would be putting this piece of work off, but an event a long time ago made him feel a little more.. Motivated to complete his paperwork. But now he was done. He could enjoy the holidays and the festivities that came with it.

And then the doorbell rang.

He blinked. Who could that be? He hadn't got any news of someone going to visit him beforehand.. Perhaps a surprise visit? He wouldn't be surprised if it was a door-knocker that went from house to house, though. It is the Christmas season. Raising from his seat, he walked down the hallway and through his living room to the front door of the apartment, opening the door to see his guest.

But there was no one. Confused, he looked down the hall of the apartment block, yet there was no one. A hit and run. Ugh, how annoying. His gaze drifted down, and at his feet lay a small, wrapped bag, with a small card strung to it with ribbon. His eyebrows raised in curiosity as he bent down to pick it up, looking at it up and down in his hand. His finger opened the small card, spreading it apart to see the words inside.

Have a happy holidays, Dr. Brand.
~Viola

The man looked back at the gift in his hand, before smirking slightly and retreating back inside, closing the door behind him. Viola was the companies secretary, a very work-efficient ones, prompting others to get the job done.. Even if her methods were a little mischievous. She was a good person at heart.

Taking a seat on a couch in his loungeroom, Brand slowly unwrapped the gift, tearing off the paper and tossing it to the floor. Inside was a small bag of chocolates, all delicately molded with different shapes. He smirked. It was clear she had handmade these, and quite carefully too as dazzling patterns were formed on top. She really outdid herself, really.

Opening the bag, Brand carefully reached inside, plucking a chocolate from within and without much hesitation tossed it into his mouth, tasting it.

It had an incredibly smooth texture, velvety in feel while tasting very sweet as well, with a softer, creamier inside. It was delicious! He couldn't help himself, his hand already back in the bag for another sample. And then another. The doctor didn't even realise that his stomach was slightly distended, like he had just had a large meal.

So he kept indulging himself on the beautifully crafted chocolates, dipping his fingers back for more. They were that exquisite, Viola had given him a wonderful gift. And soon he was finished, licking his lips. Those were fantastic, maybe someday he would have to ask her to make some more for him..

Brand laid back on the couch, only now just realising how filling those chocolates were, letting out a content sigh and resting his hands on his stomach.

That's when he immediately felt something was wrong.

It was too big. There was no way a small bag of confectionery could've caused it to be this large from just being full. What was happening to cause this round shape?

Then his stomach rumbled and swelled before his eyes.

He leapt to his feet, staring in disbelieve. It was those chocolates! Yeesh, of course Viola would do something like this..

But he had to push his thoughts of a certain someone aside, focusing on much bigger issues. It wasn't just his stomach that was putting on weight, it was his entire body. His arms were bulking up, also being covered in a fine dark blue-green fur and he could feel the immense strain his body was putting on his clothes, his body growing outwards in almost all directions.

The force of his body soon won, his clothes tearing at the sheer size of his body, shoes bursting open to reveal large, tri-clawed feet and that's all that was left of his lower body; his huge stomach had taken over his legs, until they were little more than short limbs on a oversized body.

The sudden shock of his clothes tearing simultaneously forced the doctor to fall over, plummeting onto his back with a thud while his fingers were now just little tips on the ends of his arms. His neck disappeared, while two pointed ear-like shapes tipped his large, round head. And then it stopped.

Brand waited for a few seconds, just to make sure it had actually stopped, before trying to sit up, stretching upwards. But to lift all that weight was something he did not have the energy to do. So he tried again, to no avail. Puffed and tired, a great feeling of lethargy set in on him as he fell back to the ground.

"I'll.. Get up later.." He said to himself, before his eyes drooped and he fell asleep.

-----

Viola was sitting at a small cafe, a few blocks away from Dr. Brand's apartment, dressed up in a thick coat and a scarf, holding a coffee cup in her hand. It had been long enough since she had delivered her 'gift', and she was sure it had happened now. She giggled at the thought, the flash of a mischievous soul in her eyes. Taking a sip from the coffee, she lay back in her chair, staring out the window, the winter city reflecting back in her spectacles.

"..Happy holidays, Dr. Brand."