Far beyond the boundaries of the Pokemon Village lay the city of Snowbelle, a bustling town that was renowned throughout the region for being in a state of perpetual snowfall. Even in the summer months the temperatures never seemed to rise, a factor that contributed heavily to the city's surprisingly small nightlife scene. When the night rose, Snowbelle's energy always cratered, with those prowling the streets simply content to hibernate rather than stay out any longer than need be.

Mewtwo liked that about Snowbelle. In the latest hours of the night, it was like the entire town had been turned off. He could explore to his heart's content and never had to worry about pesky cars and lights giving away his position. Just now he was floating high above a garden store on the city's outskirts. The depot would've been alight and buzzing in any other town in Kalos, but here? It lay slumbering alongside the rest of the village, content to be closed for the night.

It was a good thing for Mewtwo, too; he'd double-checked to make sure nobody would be around to witness what he was about to do within the lot's confines. A third psychic pulse confirmed what he'd already knew: the home and garden store laid vacant, not a mon or man around to find him.

*I'm not sure why I have to reassure myself this much,* asked the legendary pokemon to himself as he descended atop the roof overlooking the outdoor fences. *This area of the city's never inhabited at night. Tonight should be no different.*

There was only so long he could run around in circles with rhetoric. Truth was, he wasn't at the garden shop for noble reasons. He'd be entering the empty supply lot to browse the wares, hoping to find exactly the items he'd need to... (Mewtwo couldn't even bear to think the words) ...augment himself as he saw fit. The entire act of being here was a crass decision that he just couldn't let out of his mind, one he'd weakly justified by proposing it as a sort of reward for how he'd protected the city before. Still, Mewtwo had more than just that one moral hurdle to overcome.

...After all, the psychic feline still had to come up with a good reason to use the store's property for fetishistic purposes.

He wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for that blasted accident. The legendary had been sparring with Mew, essentially humoring the mythical mon through mock combat. The fight had taken an unfamiliar turn rather quickly though; Mew had combined the act of teleportation with its moveset, allowing them to fire from wherever they chose. It was a welcome change of pace in the two's scuffle, right up until the feline had the idea to fire a water attack directly into Mewtwo's middle. The result... was an event that left Mewtwo blushing even in the deep winter's night. Impossibly bloated up with gallon after gallon of water energy, the pokemon was soon immobilized as a ballooned parody of himself, so round and heavy that not even a Machamp would be able to roll him out of the way. And at the time he was trapped that way; Mew, in their particularly ditzy fashion, had left Mewtwo to fend for themselves, leaving the sloshing pokeballoon stuck on the cave floor for what felt like an eternity of hours. The psychic-type might've still been there had he'd not found the concentration to open a teleport within the ocean inside himself.

Yet here he was days later, trying to push down the thought that he was wrong to have done even that. Lowering his levitating body until it was barely a foot off the ground, the feline tried one last time to deny his feelings. It worked as well as the last dozen attempts; no, nothing could stop the craving that had consumed his mind. He wanted to feel the tides flowing within him again. To be bloated, stuffed, so overwhelmingly *full*. Any discomfort he had felt in his transformation had long passed, now replaced with a longing void that was only going to be filled by literally filling it.

Mewtwo hovered through the supply lot, disappearing behind a mess of outdoor shelves and pallets that would have perfectly concealed him in broad daylight, much less the dead of night. Soon he was flush up against the concrete walls of the storefront, tracing the building and slowly moving behind it. This area of the lot was expectedly blank: Aside from a shipment of fertilizer, there was little of interest here besides an electrical box and an access door. At least, that's how it looked to any passerby; quietly darting past the door, Mewtwo scanned the wall, stress silently mounting as he tried to find one additional feature planted into the wall.

*Put your fears to rest,* commanded Mewtwo to himself. *It will be here; just like how it was here the night before... and the night before that.*

The cheap garden hose was, in fact, unyielding in its ability to be right where it always was. Nestled onto a spigot behind the store, the hose in particular looked like it had been doing little more than gathering dust in the meantime. It was unsurprising to the pokemon; after all, the store didn't have many flowers to maintain this time of year. The only reason the tool wasn't in storage was that it was simpler to leave it there, an outcome that left the store's water supply free to anyone who dared operated the spigot.

Did Mewtwo dare? The question hung over him as he approached the faucet, setting himself down right in front of it. Sure, he had been mulling over the idea far too long to not go through with it, but still, it involved him using human possessions for his own purposes, something he'd thought he'd never do. Even now he couldn't begin to make sense of his desires, forcing with all of his might to think of any possible alternative to what he was about to pull off...

...well, he *could* ask Mew to hydro pump him again.

Entertaining that thought for even a second was enough to steady his actions. One glimpse of psychic energy later, and Mewtwo had the garden hose in his hand. Bringing it up to his muzzle, he shoved the tubing straight into his mouth, his taste buds noting the cold sensation of metal and rubber working its way down his throat. Rubbing his tongue around the new intrusion, the feline couldn't help but suckle on the tube, letting it hit the back of his gullet with a nice, meaty *thunk*. The bomb was primed; all that needed to be done was to pull the trigger.

Pull he did; Mewtwo cranked the faucet's spigot as far to the left as it would go, listening to the hollow drone that was now forcing its way through the garden hose. Up and up it creaked, coming right for the feline as the noise grew in intensity. Suddenly Mewtwo felt a cold, wet sensation hit the back of his mouth: the water he'd craved for so long had come back to meet him, and with a connection set it was more than happy to force its way down his throat. Mewtwo craned his head back, closed his eyes, and drank. Long, throaty chugs echoed throughout the lot as he guzzled gulp after gulp of clean liquid, water flowing freely down into his guts at a rate of a pint every few seconds. The legendary pokemon took it all in stride, letting his cheeks puff out with drink before pounding it back in as reserved a manner as he could manage. It didn't take long for the feline to start feeling comfortably full, a feeling that Mewtwo responded to by turned the spigot even further, until finally the flow was maxed out. Letting his paws drift downwards, the psychic-type began to trace circles on his purple tummy as it began to rise.

Inch by inch his stomach swelled as the pints turned into liters, gaining a lovely curve that distended from his silhouette. Mewtwo's belly was growing fat from the fruits of his gluttony, poking out like it was struggling to contain a large meal. Still the psychic-type chugged, his gulps progressively growing in force until he was outright attempting to suck the hose down, attempting to bypass his muscles completely. His struggling proved successful- the rapidly bloating feline felt a muffled *thwick* in the back of his throat as the hose tapped against it. It was then that he felt the taste of the water leave his mouth entirely; with no resistance left to break past, the flow was free to gush down deep into him even faster. Mewtwo laid stunned for a second at the sensation, before his paws once again moved to his swelling middle, sinking in and working the dough.

There was a lot more to work than there had been a minute ago. Mewtwo's plushing belly was spilling out in front of him, looking as if the feline had swallowed a basketball while it was hooked to an electric pump. The white-and-purple furry flesh only continued to rise with each passing second, waterlogging the psychic-type and giving him a positively pregnant gut. Mewtwo loved it all; feeling up and down his big, distended belly was sending a shock to his entire system, his guts growing sensitive in ways even his great mind couldn't fully understand. Instinctively, the legendary pokemon began to rock his hips; as they swayed, so did his orb of a gut, sloshing and splashing about for all the world to hear.

He was getting tight now. Not taut (that was still a far way off), but to the point that Mewtwo could feel his hide begin to truly suffer in his steed. The pain was dull, warm, liquid even. Whatever the feeling was, Mewtwo could feel it all over his midsection, spiking in intensity as his belly's diameter soared past that of a beach ball. The feline wasn't just stuffed, he was absolutely gorged with water by this point, and his rumbly tummy was begging for some kind of release. Would he pop? Certainly not, not when he was forced to surpass this size multiple times over just days prior. And yet, Mewtwo felt nothing but apprehension with each passing minute he kept the hose forced down. Giving his gut a gentle shake, he weighed his options as he weighed himself.

*Sure, I may feel like I could drown myself a dozen times over,* he mused, *but I still have to find a way to wobble home.*

The hose was psychically dislodged from his throat with the sharpest of subtle flicks, the spigot being cranked off similarly quickly. The hose clanked to the ground in a puddle of its own making as the flow died off, leaving Mewtwo alone in the quiet lot-

**BBBBUUURRRPPPP!**

In the *now*-quiet lot. Looking down at his waist, the psychic-type by now couldn't help but explore his belly. Bringing a paw down on his gut, Mewtwo started to rub in tight circles, his digits causing pleasurably painful stress on his stomach wherever they went. Adding to the sensation was that the feline was just as quickly being hit by the sheer weight of his newfound cargo. There must've been at least fifty pounds of liquid within his gullet, and it weighed on him as if he had swallowed a boulder.

Mewtwo was full. Fuller than full. The fullest he'd ever willingly made himself in his life, to the point that nothing else could even compare. It felt that if he'd moved the wrong way he'd burst open like a living paintball, and yet the idea aroused him in such a way that he swore his hands were moving more riskily than they were told to, going in and squeezing his belly like it was trying to compress it.

*Sweet Arceus, if I had known being a water balloon could feel this good, I would've told Mew to fill me up years ago.*

He could go bigger. He knew he could, he just had to figure out how. Mew had always been so keen to train with him, maybe he could incorporate this into their 'regime' somehow. Any way to make it so he could keep on stretching, keep growing, steadily increasing his personal best until he could willingly make himself into the big fat balloon that Mew had made him on sheer accident, a Mewtwo that coincidentally contained two tons of liquid mass beneath his hide.

Mewtwo was interrupted by a new feeling touching the underside of his stomach. His penis, awoken by the thought of constant growth, had evidentially unsheathed itself, throbbing against the purple mass into a lustful feedback loop. Smirking earnestly, Mewtwo leaned into his pleasure, shaking his hips and letting his belly rock atop his cock. His erection throbbed all the stronger in response, and suddenly the feline was full-on masturbating himself, mixing psychic energy into the fray in order to rub his dick and his gut at the same time. Raising, lowering, raising again; it was if he was an ocean flexing rapidly between tides, an imitation sold by the sounds emanating from his belly, those of sloshing waves controlled deep within.

Mewtwo began to huff silently as his climax neared, his stiffy refusing to back down from this new avenue of love. Not even trying to fight it, the psychic-type instead brought his paws down on his hide, slapping it with a wet, rubbery *PHWAP*. It was more than enough to send him over the edge: Mewtwo came hard onto his bloat's underside as his entire body felt like it was going to disintegrate from stress. The semen dripped to the ground, mixing with the puddle the hose had left. With luck, not even a trained mon would be able to notice it by next morning. Not that Mewtwo was dumb enough to leave a trace.

*That... was incredible...* thought Mewtwo to himself as his levitation overtook himself once more. Rising far more slowly than he had lowered himself, Mewtwo swayed and jiggled throughout the air as he quickly scaled the back wall of the storefront. It was just in time, too: lights in the distance told him that somebody was about to drive past the place, an unwanted guest that he was far too bloated to deal with right now.

The feline was soon far enough in the air that the sanctity of night began to cloak him. Belly or no, Mewtwo was safe from prying eyes all the same. The psychic-type began to pick up speed; soon he was far away from the garden store, with only the tree line far beneath him to discern where he was.

*I wonder just how far I could take this.* bemused Mewtwo as he drifted back in the direction of the cave system he took residence in. *Maybe Mew might return to find me even bigger than when he left.*