Lazy, Filling Mon Snacks (Preview) (Patreon)

Danny glanced over at the counter. There was one box he had left out. It was something he saw on the shelves of the snack aisle that immediately grabbed his attention.

Fill ‘Em Mons. It was a small, Animal Crackers-shaped box that had pictures of Pokémon on it. He had never seen such a thing before and even holding it in his hand, it still felt unreal. It seemed almost like a knock-off/ripoff/bootleg snack food, especially given the odd, crude art for the Pikachu and Feraligatr on the box.

Still, Danny was intrigued. I wonder if these are like Animal Crackers? He gave the box a small shake as he headed into his living room.

Taking a seat and leaning into his sofa, Danny threw on a stream on his TV. Been a long week, but I deserve this… and these too.

Cracking open the box and its bag, he peered inside. Sure enough, they did appear to be Animal Crackers  knock-offs, the difference being Pokémon-shaped crackers instead. Well, he assumed they were Pokémon-shaped. They were even cruder-looking than the cover art.

He took out one and had a close look at it. I guess… this is supposed to be Pikachu? Maybe Togedemaru? …Shaymin?

Danny shrugged and popped it into his mouth. Yep… tastes like Animal Crackers too. …no surprising bad aftertaste either, so, yeah! I can definitely dig this!

Danny chewed and swallowed the cracker, letting out a pleasant sigh. However, unknown to him, his teeth sharpened. In particular, his bottom incisors grew, thickening and lengthening quite a bit. Even if he closed his mouth, they would still be seen poking out.

Confirming the safety of the food, Danny started watching his stream, popping in another cracker. Eating it up, his ears twitched gently, the hairs on them shrinking and growing out. They covered everything as they moved to the top of his noggin. Their shape turned pointy and wide, almost like dog ears.

Swallowing that, Danny let out a big yawn. Gees… His head felt rather light, drifting to the side before he snapped it back. Did shopping really take that much out of me? I guess lugging all of those bags up here did a number.

He blinked his eyes a few times and stuffed two crackers in his mouth. Need to work out more… later. Time to relax.

As he swallowed, a feeling shifted within him. His head no longer felt so light. It, and most of him, felt heavy. A layer of fat was bubbling in, pushing him up almost fifty pounds/twenty-three kilograms. His clothing dug into his skin, his stomach peeking out from beneath his shirt.