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After a long and exhausting cruise from Unova to Alola, Colress was weak in his body and couldn't wait to finally set foot on some sort of land. Preferably, he would rather just lay in the bed of whatever lovely resort Lusamine supplied him with.
While, yes, he was currently working for Ghetsis in Team Plasma, he still had some unresolved business with his sister in the Aether Foundation that needed to be resolved. Colress had left behind many of his various inventions and resources at his own personal sector of the building due to his previous employment there. And, technically, he still worked there-- he was just taking a temporary leave to pursue Ghetsis's scientific ideas-- so from time to time he had to supply his insight over to the scientists and employees working there. Just this time around was the first time he had to take a cruise there and actually show up in person.
Lusamine, his beloved sister, and Faba, his somewhat friendly companion in that building, had wanted him back. Colress was informed of his stay being at least a couple weeks, at most a few months. While he would rather not take time away from the Kyurem project to investigate Ultra Beasts or whatever else the Foundation decided to invest into during his years of absence, the kindness in his heart decided to do a favor for his sister and coworker, and, also, maybe he wanted a very much needed break away from Unova.
While he showed hesitance to accept this offer, he was swayed when Lusamine had offered to pay extra, or even supply him with a much more luxurious living quarter with his necessities and anything else already paid for. It meant he could really view this more as a vacation rather than a job, and despite how much he loved his work, a vacation really did excite him inside.
Now off of the cruise and on steady ground, Colress started inputting a direction onto the screen on the arm of his lab coat (lab coat that he recently invented and put many hours into perfecting specifically for this trip, he would brag) that told him directly what resort he had been given. Beheeyem stayed close behind him, holding up Colress's suitcase belongings with his psychic power.
"It appears we're on Akala Island. Do you remember this place Beheeyem?" Colress turned over to his Pokémon, who in response made a noise and nodded.
"Aether Paradise is nearby. Do you suppose we can just set up some sort of teleporter in our room so we won't have to take a ride Pokémon or vehicle every time we go there? So inconvenient."
Beheeyem made another noise in acknowledgement as they both headed towards a direction Colress pointed to. Down the street to the resort, the two passed by various shops that Colress made note of. He started walking slower as his eyes lingered on some of the food shops for longer. His attention was caught by a malasada vendor.
"There's plenty of shops around here. I don't think I've had a malasada before," He made a light chuckle, "how about we order some once we get set up in the room? I'd love to make use of the funding from Lusamine as much as possible."
Colress chuckled again, a mischievous grin on his face as he continued to walk down the path.
After taking in the sights, they arrived at the resort, where Colress checked in and was finally greeted by a bed. His manners got the best of him though, where upon entering the room he slid off his shoes and carefully took his coat off and hung it up before gently laying in bed, trying not to make it obvious how tired he was and how relieved he was to be in a bed.
Beheeyem set his suitcase to the side, opened up the latches and started floating Colress's folded clothes up and onto a table. He opened dresser drawers and sorted his trainer's belongings into each drawer. He was happy to do this for Colress without the command.
Meanwhile, Colress layed there, eyes shut, until his stomach growled. Not one to get embarrassed of it, he just sighed and thought aloud, "Do you suppose we order something...? There was no shop that caught my attention with some sort of meal... just snacks...."
"Ah... but, maybe this resort has some sort of food. It should, shouldn't it?" Colress got up to look for some sort of instruction on the bedside table to call room service or to look at a food menu. A folded up menu next to the phone read that only meal foods were given during specific times, but 24 hour readily available foods ranged from malasadas to any other snack. He got irritated by this fact, grumbling, "...for a highly rated, expensive resort, you'd think they'd supply more food at all times..."
He tossed the menu in frustration, and just decided to get ready for bed instead of ordering. Colress let out a small thank you to Beheeyem for setting up his wardrobe, and grabbed a pair of his nighttime wear. He purposely stepped into a part of the room with a mirror to undress in front of.
He unbuttoned his black and blue default shirt and pants attire, folding them and then taking a look at his body. More specifically, his scars. His burn scarred hands touched his top surgery scars, tracing the horrendous outline of them. The scar was huge and went across his whole chest, extremely jagged. He checked on it momentarily through its healing process, and usually it just looked fine. He glanced at the rest of his body in the mirror. Colress was 6'2"; his lanky body looked like it was incapable of gaining weight in any area. His arms thin, his torso slightly hourglassed and his hips had small dips. His ribcage was outlined in his skin, not for any reason other than he would forget to eat. His thighs didn't touch, and a nice gap separated them fully. Freckles kissed his face and down his neck and arms. Colress was satisfied with his masculine look currently, but he had enough of admiring himself in the mirror and put on his button up plain blue pajamas for bed.
Placing Beheeyem back in his ball (as Colress would never let his Pokémon sleep with him), he made his way under the covers of his bed and shut his eyes.
Not even minutes later, they sprang back open. The hunger panging in his stomach was almost too much for him to bear. Colress really did not want to resort to having snacks instead of dinner, but he might just have to cave this once. He dialed room service for a malasada order, and was presented with them promptly at his door.
Colress sat at the table with a box of them, his face turned in disgust. He really did not want to eat some sort of pastry for dinner. But the smell of them made his stomach growl even more to the point he might actually become embarrassed of it. But he was already embarrassed of his so called gluttony for ordering snacks this late. Lifting the lid of the box, 6 malasadas sat there with different toppings and frostings layering the top. His face grimaced even more.
"How foul. How sugary is this junk?" Colress hesitantly reached out to grab one, again, his face turning as his fingers sinked into the greasy dough. No matter how gross it was, he was hungry, so he had to bite the bullet and try it.
Colress smelled it then pressed it to his lips, taking a decent bite. His tongue exploded with flavor, his eyes widening in surprise. He chewed slowly, not wanting to accept the idea he likes something as foul presenting as that. With a hard swallow, he stared at the treat in front of him.
"That was... disgusting." A slight flush on his face, he kept on taking bites of the food until it was all gone. Vowing to have no more, he decided on just one more until he was done.
Until he had another, and another, where all that was left was a box of crumbs.
Colress wiped his mouth and hands with a napkin to rid himself of any stray crumbs. He leaned back in his chair, hands on his protruding stomach. The man groaned in disgust and shame, fingers pressing into the tightness of his stomach. Thinking to himself, he swore he wouldn't order them again, and would only get meals at mealtime. Healthy meals. No more disgusting treats.
But then again, it would be pretty humorous if he spent a ton of Lusamine's funding on gross treats.
Colress was here a lot longer than he expected now. Yes... he was informed it could be months, but he did go into this expecting a couple weeks. The project at the Aether Foundation was larger than anticipated, and he'd have to stay longer than estimated. Not that he really minded though, he was getting everything paid for him on top of getting paid hourly for his lab work. But he started to get exhausted lately, and he presumed he was getting a bit burnt out from being away from Unova and away from all of his own equipment at Team Plasma.
He noticed he started to feel a bit more sluggish around the lab, and part of him wondered if he wasn't eating or sleeping enough. Or maybe he just needs to settle for a few days, as he has been spending a lot more time in the lab than at the resort.
At the end of the day, he unlocked his room door and knocked his shoes off, tossing his coat to the side. Beheeyem had gotten used to picking up his coat and hanging it up for him already. He knew around this time already Colress would be ordering his dinner (if he happened to make it back during dinner serving times) and any other snacks he wanted. Colress was already ordering his meal, a slight gleam to his eye and comical drool from his mouth at the idea, and his stomach growled perfectly on time.
Colress situated himself in bed, and minutes later Beheeyem answered the door and floated his trainer's food over to the bed and rested it there. Colress said his thank you, and grabbed his dinner for the night. He flipped on the tv, which was something he had been watching more often, as he just never had the time for it back in Unova.
He scooched into the bed to a sitting up position with his back resting on the bed frame. The box of dinner in his lab, he opened it and moaned gently at the sight. Smile emerged on his face for the mere seconds he stared at his greasy burger in front of him. It was paired with a side of fries and condiments, much more than he would've eaten normally at Team Plasma. He opened up the burger with 3 patties and grumbled remembering he had to take the time to squirt mayonnaise and ketchup in between the buns and patties. In between each patty had a slice of some sort of processed cheese, which he had grown to love during these days.
His hands were insanely greasy from holding the burger and even more so after applying his added condiments, he took a huge bite, moaning as the flavor hit his tongue. The pressure of the bite squirted some of the ketchup onto his fingers which he licked up promptly without swallowing first. Still not swallowed, he took another bite of the burger, where he moaned just as much as he stuffed his cheeks full of the processed, fatty meat.
Colress gave himself a moment to swallow. He shifted again in his bed, leaning to where he can rest his burger and hands onto his belly. The moment didn't last long until he started shoveling some fries lathered in salt and ketchup into his mouth. Crumbs dropped all over his shirt, grease and ketchup around his mouth and again all on his fingers. Within minutes he finished his dinner.
He stuck each individual finger in his mouth, tongue swirling around each digit to get every morsel of food left on his hands. Once he was finished, he immediately moved onto his snack box. Opening the box showed a dozen malasadas, the snack that he still believed was disgusting, but ate anyway.
Colress chuckled, blissfully unaware, "Hmm... ahaa... I'm going to get fat from this..."
The malasada melted in his mouth, and he sat and ate through the whole box while watching television.
After the box was empty, he breathed heavily, reaching under his stomach to unbutton his pants for some sweet relief. Colress didn't even realize he was doing this motion, and only focused on how good the food felt in his stomach after eating it and the pressure being released. His hands rubbed his stomach, which he believed was still flat as ever. Colress gave himself a moment to rest, and Beheeyem collected his pajamas and set them beside him to change into when he was settled.
Momentarily, he heaved himself up, grabbed his pajamas and sluggishly walking towards the mirror to check his scars while undressing. Colress's normal black and blue button up was straining against his stomach, and with his slightly pudgier fingers, unbuttoning it day by day became more of a struggle than it should've been. After it unbuttoned, he tossed it to the side and reached for the waistband that was digging into his waist and pulled it down, the action of pulling it down his thighs made his stomach roll between his body and left him breathing heavily again. He kicked them and left it to the side also, and reached to feel his scars.
For an inquisitive, observant, intelligent man such as himself, he should've noticed his weight gain by now. His face was rounder, a second chin peeking underneath. Despite the top surgery, fat accumulated back at his chest again, small mounds of flesh beginning to appear. His arms were thicker, his fingers pudgier, his thighs about to touch. His ass got fatter, actually giving him an ass compared to how flat it was before. But overall, it was hard not to notice how his stomach had grown. It was the most obvious part, as it was big enough to hang over the waistband of his boxers and pool over to make love handles at his sides. His gain was 50 pounds at least, but it was rapid enough for him to appear with strong stretch marks along his stomach and inner thighs.
Colress looked at his scars, eyed himself in the mirror, not noticing his bloat or gain, and put his pajamas on with no other glance.
"Beheeyem, make sure I don't forget, tomorrow I want to implement the teleporter in this room for straight to Aether Paradise."
"...No...more?"
"Yes, sir, we're currently at a shortage of malasadas for tonight, but tomorrow morning we should be fully supplied again."
"Ah... well... thank you anyway."
Colress hung up the phone. He sat there dumbfounded on his bed in his blue and black button up. It was a miracle he still got it on his body.
Beheeyem was sorting Colress's shoes to be presented nice in front of the door and hung up his coat. "Beheeyem, could you hand me my coat and shoes? I think we'll have to head down to the Malasada shop we saw down the street."
Beheeyem hovered Colress's belongings to him. Colress leaned back slightly on the bed, placing his hand back for stability, as he lifted his foot up a few inches for Beheeyem to slip his shoe on. He did the same for his other foot, then grabbed the endtable of the bed to heave himself up where once again Beheeyem slipped on his coat for him.
Colress hadn't walked out of his room ever since he got the teleporter to Aether Paradise. He only ever needed to be in his room or the laboratory at the Aether Foundation. He was frustrated standing in front of an out of order elevator, realizing he'd have to take down the stairs to the lobby of the resort. It was only 3 flights, but in his opinion, that was 3 flights too much. Actually, he shouldn't even be making this trip in the first place! He would grumble, "...for a highly rated, expensive resort, you'd think they'd won't run out of food just like that..."
The 3 flights left him extremely winded as his whole body wobbled with each step down the stairs. He wiped his forehead from sweat, and had to sit down in the lobby for a break before continuing. In that cushy loveseat, he spotted a vending machine, and instructed Beheeyem to fetch him a bag of chips and a drink while they waited for him to catch his breath.
His fat fingers opened the bag and reached inside, grabbing handfuls and shoving them in his mouth in between breaths. The blonde man wouldn't have dared to let out a noise while eating before coming to Alola, but during this time he seemed to not be conscious periodically of his moans when eating. He would let out a slight moan with each bite of the salty chips. During lunch at the Aether Foundation, the sight and sounds annoyed Faba so much to the point he was seriously going to fat shame him without end, but the idea of Colress getting offended enough to leave made it more important to hold in his anger.
Colress ordered Beheeyem to get him another bag of chips, then he chugged his drink, and he was back up to start walking to the malasada shop. Times like these made him really thankful for his Pokémon partner, but also for his insulated, cooling coat. The Alolan heat was atrocious, and with his added weight was even worse, but the air conditioning featured in his lab coat made it so much more bearable.
Taking much longer than it should've, Colress arrived at the malasada stand, extremely out of breath and sweaty. He ordered 4 dozen to last him through tonight and if the shortage at the resort lasted any longer, and Beheeyem carried it back for him on the walk.
Once again, in the lobby, he ordered Beheeyem to fetch him a bag of chips to eat in the loveseat as he caught his breath. He told him to set the malasadas in his room on the table, and he'd be up in a moment. Compliant as ever, Beheeyem did as he was told and prepared the room for his overweight trainer's arrival.
Colress, heaving, sweaty, out of breath and lethargic, flopped down into the chair at the table without taking anything off. He would raise his foot slightly for Beheeyem to take his shoes and shift in his seat to take off his coat on his own. With the way he was sitting, his stomach laid heavily on his lap, filling the space of his wide thighs. The chair he sat in groaned with his weight on it, complaining with every breath he took and screaming with every movement.
"B-Beheeyem... haaah... push the malasadas closer...?" He managed to get his sentence out while still catching his breath. His Pokémon did as he was told.
Beheeyem placed each malasada after Colress finished one on the wide expanse of his gut. It was usually used as Colress's own table and came in handy as it was easy to reach. He only made it through half a dozen before the buttons on his shirt popped off from the strain of his huge stomach. The only attention he paid to it was the relief he felt at the tension being easier, and then proceeded to unbutton the part of his shirt over his chest and took the whole thing off.
His whole body was on display, the way his boobs laid onto his gut, how overfed he's gotten in the past few months was very apparent. His arms were thicker than what his legs were when he was in Unova, his fingers were fat and his thighs touched and gave him a slight waddle when he walked. His face sported a full double chin, his face lost all of its angularity and was round. The prize would obviously be his stomach, with how it filled his lap and only grew bigger. Sweat dripped constantly on him, stretch marks only grew deeper and more often. His scars stretched along his skin as his weight increased. He was lucky his ass even still fit in the chair he was in, the cellulite marking down his rear and thigh.
With crumbs and filling on his stomach, suddenly Colress was too lazy to even do the movement to eat. He opened his mouth for Beheeyem to float each treat inside. He was a mess, moaning as cream dripped down his chin.
After eating 2 dozen, he seemed to be at his limit. Filled and bloated, he sat in that chair for a long while before even attempting to get up.
When he looked down at himself, he still had yet to notice how huge he had gotten. He didn't notice how the chair was too small for his expanse, and how his fat ass filled it to the brim and left him jammed inside. He tried lifting himself from the chair with no avail, and then had to try and push his gut away from the arms to let him even have a chance of getting up. His one attempt left him exhausted as ever, as he managed to heave himself out of the chair to only fall back into it.
Breathing as heavy as ever;
"B-Beheeyem… haah… aah… could y-you help me…?”