He began with what lay in front of him. A vast multitude of chicken legs, tall and small, big and juicy, each one beckoning him to consume. As if he needed any more encouragement! He lashed out at the bountiful harvest with both paws, opening his jaws wide to clamp down on two legs and once. Tears nearly burst from his eyes at the flavor, truly being the best food he had tasted in his lifetime. This awesome taste only spurred him on to eat, gnashing the supple, tender chicken in his maw, grease running down his chin.
Upon swallowing, he immediately consumed the rest of the present chicken and tossed the bones behind him, licking his lips of excess grease. At that moment, the feline Pokémon began to gorge, pushing chicken into his mouth as though he were going to win a prize, cheeks overstuffed with every tender morsel that he ripped right off the bone.
Not even halfway did his stomach visibly began to blimp out from his rapid consumption, barely chewing his food. The results were not dramatic by far, but one could easily see his furry belly sagging to the ground, a pile of chicken bones soon surrounding its swelling mass. His limbs and buttocks soon followed after, the enormity of his rump pushing the bones he had discarded initially further away.
Each gulp caused his hindpaws to flex in raw bliss, overwhelmed by just how much he was receiving in such a short amount of time. His body was overwhelmed as well, a single roll of fat building up on his stomach, while a few more bulked up over his arms, legs, and neck. His cheeks grew chubby, and his chin grew large. By the end of his massive meal, he had grown just as big - if not a little bit bigger - than the bag he had stolen.
Bones littered around him like a weak throne, a monument to his victory over his meal. Meowth leaned back with a satisfied groan, paws roaming over his distended belly, fumbling about with his equally blimped navel. It was good to be full. Too good. Grease 'n gas bubbled up in his gut, prompting him to let out a thunderous belch that echoed throughout the room: "Bh-Bhuuu-huuuuuuuuurrrrrrrp!"
But it was not all celebration and joy. An enormous pressure welled up within his body, like a burp that just wouldn't surface. The Meowth grunted and squirmed, but to no avail, as the discomfort spread throughout his entire body... but it became subtle, like a tingle. And then, he knew. And he knew all too well.
The spices! They were no spice, they were merely flavor enhancing chemicals laced with side effects to make the victim easier to catch. Fortunately for him, he was already hidden. Unfortunately, his body began to suffer the effects, tilting his head back in a groan of pressure. It began.
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