2024 Macro March Story Sketches

Sea Of Thieves Vore

Alkali sat on the ground, with his back against the ship’s mast and legs stretched out across the deck. The enormous Dewott itched at the white shirt on his chest; these old shirts from pirate-times weren’t made for comfort, just to be breathable in the hot, humid ocean air.

“Sorry for selling the treasure at port. And getting too large to enter the fort. Still need to learn how you run this ship, Captain Nickie,” Alkali apologized, embarrassed and rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s alright,” Nickie replied with a sigh. It wasn’t truly that much of an annoyance; just the trouble with learning new rules and things to do on a ship. Al would get there with more time. The midnight Lycanroc stood behind the helm, turning the wheel toward their next location. The weather was hot for this amount of clothing, a red hoodie and jeans, but he needed to focus on helming the ship. He spared the moment to pull at his yellow collar, as if letting some air in them to cool off. “Lower the sails and raise the anchor.”

Alkali carefully untied the ropes with his fingers, cautiously handling the tiny knot with entirely too large fingers. “Is there anything else we need to do I can help with?”

“Well, there’s definitely ONE thing you can do,” Nickie said, putting his spyglass away. “See that brigantine getting closer? They’re not expecting us to have a macro on board. Grab them off the ship.”

The Dewott tilted his head, slightly confused. Wouldn’t bringing them from their ship to our ship be worse? But he shrugged and got to his feet, tall enough to hold onto the top of the mast at shoulder-height. As he leaned over to grab the other ship, The Tri Disaster tilted dangerously to the side with the weight of the giant otter’s movement. He picked the tiny pirates up in a single swipe of his hand over the deck, three tiny pirates wriggling in his grip.

Nickie pantomimed throwing them up in the air and catching them in his mouth, like a dog with a treat. Alkali’s beaver tail thudded against the deck in understanding. Better unwrap his snacks then. He pulled their clothes off with a single claw, ripping them apart accidentally. The pirates screamed as they flew, landing directly in his mouth with an audible ‘gulp.’ Alkali let his tongue roll out of his mouth with a satisfied sigh.

The Dewott pulled his shirt up with one hand and patted his stomach with the other. “There, that should take care of that ship- BUUURP.” Alkali rested against the mast again, letting himself slide down until he was sitting once again, and pulled his shirt off entirely.

“Hey Theo, get up here from inside the ship and take the helm,” Nickie said, tail wagging. He climbed up to rest on Alkali’s belly, feeling the light movements of pirates inside and the gurgling, blue-furred gut.

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Theo’s Wakeup for Macro March

Theo held his head in one hand, nursing a headache he had since that morning. There were probably just a few more minutes until he would be trapped yet again. A little morning sunlight shined in through the bedroom window, settling on the floor of the wooden drawer. He remembered last night being let out of Alkali's underwear and into the scientist's clothes drawer for 'safe keeping'. The cat passed out moments after that from exhaustion and relief at being given fresh air again.

The feline stood back to his feet, wobbling slightly, and took a better look at his surroundings. March had arrived. Soon he’d be forced into giant sizes but that wouldn’t help right now. At only a few centimeters tall Theo didn't think there was much chance to escape without help. The high wall of the drawer may as well have been a highrise building. Maybe he could get his watch to work and grow himself back to a height for escaping. Theo started to press some of his watch's buttons, only to find the same 'Locked For Experiment' screen and a cartoonized padlock. Damn, Alkali thought ahead this time-

"Hey Theo," a deep, drawer-shaking voice said. The wooden floor shuddered when Alkali pulled the drawer out into the open. It blinded Theo briefly from the additional sunlight, and knocked him off his feet to his back.

"Got a long day ahead, ready for a Macro March wakeup call?" the Dewott said, with a devious grin. He didn't need a reply before plucking the cat up between two fingers and setting him to the ground. Apparently today, he was going to be on paw duty instead. Alkali took a seat on the ground and wiggled his toes above the cat, slowly lowering it to smother Theo.

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Testing New DJ Equipment

Zag put on his headphones, and started up the first drum and bass song. He wasn’t entirely sure about this new turntable setup. This was its first test run and he was going to do it for a real show. But he did trust Alkali to make it an interesting show at least. The Noivern DJ asked specifically for something to make his shows ‘bigger and better’. GroLabs was dedicated to everything big, and that sounded like an experiment just for Alkali!

Alkali wasn’t very familiar with raves, or dancing, or going to parties in general. But he did want to help Zag with new equipment. GroLabs branded speakers, computer, turntable, anything he could modify, he did. He hadn’t told Zag about the specifics of how this equipment would work. He knew the Noivern well enough to think he’d enjoy the experience. Instead of dancing he waited behind the DJ booth on the stage, taking notes as Zag began fattening right before his eyes.

Zag’s shirt rode up on his gut, and his thighs thickened through the fabric of his pants. Zag noticed but didn’t care. If anything, it made the bumping of the bass through his body feel even better. The Noivern chugged a beer and let out a belch. “Brraap”

Noivern belly instantly expanded over the DJ stage. Zag’s growth seemed to speed up at that moment. Alkali looked up from his notes, no longer distracted by science and instead distracted by Zag. Huh? He was sure he’d turned off that feature. It would speed up the music system’s weight gain with vocal commands, like burps. If it was happening right now during a set, that could be dangerous without a limiter for the size.

“BUUURRP”

The ravers in front of the stage backed up away from Zag’s fattening body, but not so far that they would stop dancing. The music was just that good apparently. Zag didn’t let it throw of his stride either, switching to the next song and chugging another beer in his other hand. In fact, many of the people on the dance floor actively got closer to Zag to rub, dance, and feel the expanding Noivern. Alkali was busy trying to push Zag’s fat out of the way, to reach the DJ equipment and stop this experiment before it progressed any further.

“BUUUUUURP”

And just like that, Alkali was pinned by Zag’s weight. The Dewott felt the bass of Zag’s music vibrating through the soft flab of his belly. He was pinned against a wall now, and with that surrounding, soft fat only continuing to get wider there was no way he could stop the experiment anymore. As long as Zag didn’t-

“BWWUUUUUUURP!”

The Noivern’s eyes lidded as he allowed the music to rumble through him. This computer could just autoplay the music for the entire set if it needed to. It was super durable too, able to withstand any amount of heavy Noivern fat without buckling or cracking. And that meant Zag could enjoy the music and his growth without worry. He felt the ceiling and all three walls in front of the stage pressing against his gut now, growling dangerously with another incoming belch.

He wondered just how long Alkali intended for the GroLabs sound system to keep working. Alkali wondered IF the GroLabs sound system would stop working. Both enjoyed the music, the pounding bass, and the soft Noivern gut.

“How are you getting used to the extra size, big guy?” Alkali asked, patting Zag’s belly with a hand. Except that he needed to reach UP to pat now. The two Pokemon sat at a table in a bar, listening to the pounding music in the background, sharing a few drinks, reminiscing about the accidental blobbing Zag’s set caused. Alkali figured out a workaround solution a day later: compress all that fat down, and let it be more height than fat. Zag got his mobility back, along with a lot of extra fat and a new nearly-ceiling-touching height. Not all that blobby weight could be turned into height though.

“Dunno yet. Still need some more time to adjust, and have to eat a lot more,” the Noivern responded. He was still drinking a beer from a keg-sized mug that looked like a pint in Zag’s hand.

“Well, I think you look great. And hot. I’ll hook you up with a control or app so you can switch the mass allocation. Go back to skinny and tall, or fat, or anything between. And I have some ideas for other, permanent solutions-”

“BWWAAAARP!” Zag interrupted, shaking their table and almost overpowering the electronic music.

Alkali was knocked backward by the Noivern’s sudden growth, bloating to twice as tall in the blink of an eye. The table and chair they used were crushed beneath the bat’s ass in back and gut in front.

“Oh yeah. And that keeps happening when I burp. Heh heh,” Zag said with a wink. He jiggled his belly in one hand and enjoyed the look of blushing, stammering horniness that Alkali gave back. “Take your time with any other fixes to this ‘problem’. I think I could get used it~! BUUURRRRP”

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Happy Birthday Ruff!

Ruff's birthday this year from Alkali, just like every year, was going to be huge. He messaged the Rockruff just in time for the bracers to start flashing. 'Size compression turned off, size transfer beginning'

"Huh? Awrawrawrawr. What's going on?" he asked aloud, just in time to double in height and bump his head into the roof of his room.

Alkali called him, a hologram appearing in front of Ruff from his Rotom Phone. "Hey birthday Ruff! Hope you're having a good one! And uh, your gift this year is to get even bigger. I’m letting the shrink compression turn off for the day, AND letting you siphon mass from the people and things around you. Doubling in size every time you do! You're welcome."

"Alky, what??" Ruff yelped, as he doubled in height once more, completely destroying the house around him. Only twice doubling in height, but with the shrinking turned off that already left him 100 feet tall.

"Yeah, it will make for a great birthday present right?"

'Dynamax Engaged'

"What?" Alkali mumbled, then looked down at a keyboard just off screen, frantically typing. "Uhh. Call you back Ruff. Have fun!"

Ruff felt a surge of energy through his chest and arm bracers, and he began to grow even faster, exponentially. 1000 feet tall… 10,000 feet tall… oh boy. Those muscles were starting to rub up against each other too. He was bulking up too, strength enhanced beyond any other Rockruff thanks to the Dynamax energy. This would be a birthday to remember if Alkali couldn't turn it off before the end of the day.

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Lycanroctober Blob-Quinn

Alkali pointed a ray at the moon, far above in the sky, and with a flourish and shot of energy picked a piece of it off to be brought closer. The perspective shift was surprising to Quinn, unused to seeing science of that caliber done so casually. How did he grab part of the moon, from down here on Earth? Was it a portal, some teleporting tech, a physics ray that could lift and move things? That seemed less important than taking a closer look at the results as the moon rock floated down toward the pair of Pokemon.

“Ta da! A snack for you to try out,” Alkali said with a wink. He held out the stone to Quinn, currently spending the month as a grey-furred Lycanroc. “Now be careful with it, there’s a lot of full moon magic that might have effects on a Lycanroc like you-”

The Lycanroc was already grabbing the moon stone out of Alkali’s hand. The Dewott assumed he would turn it into a necklace, maybe keep it in his pocket as a trinket. But nope, Quinn popped the piece of the moon into his mouth without another word. The otter didn’t even get a moment to object to the way Quinn was treating a gift before his Lycanroc belly was gurgling ominously.

“Tastes good, thanks Alkali!” Quinn said as his body started rapidly putting on weight, hundreds of pounds within seconds. Alkali got a front row seat to Quinn’s blobbing body as it pushed him backward, and then under, his belly. “Tastes good, AND feels good.”

Hours later, Quinn’s arms, legs, tail, and face sank into his body within enormous waves of his own fat. The blob-canroc hadn’t stopped his growth this entire time, and didn’t seem to want to either. Half the planet was already underneath his butt and belly. Quinn looked up hungrily at what remained of the moon, licking his lips. With a little more time, that snack would be back within reach to eat the entire thing. By that time, it wouldn’t be much more than a single bite.

But with how much he’d GROWN from one taste, what would the rest do? Quinn’s tail wagged against his titanic ass just thinking about how much warm, soft fat was going to fill the solar system. His gut grumbled its agreement. The planet below him quaked dangerously as the Lycanroc’s fattening continued to smother the planet, spilling off either side of the Earth with rolls of titanic fat. And what about other moons across the solar system? Would eating them have the same effect? His tail wagging sped up just thinking about the chance to try it out.

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Working With Rickey

“So we need to do a few more experiments this week, there’s a growth ray and serum to test, blah blah blah-”

Alkali walked along next to Rickey, completely oblivious to how his rambling about the week’s size related experiments was simply talking over the Buizel. Sometimes that happened, getting lost in his own world, talking about ideas and growth. Literally with his head in the clouds at 12 feet tall too.

Rickey joined the testing at the lab weeks ago, partly as a test subject and partly for performing experiments of his own in weight gaining, and some macro side of things. Alkali hadn’t noticed yet was that the addition of his partner’s experiments gave him some pudge to his front. The lab coat and shirt were open to reveal the blue furred chest and tummy, a muffintop and belly that drooped slightly over his waist. Today though, Rickey wanted to make that much more apparent.

“Hey, wanna listen to my thoughts on round bellies and getting bigger?” Rickey said, passing a ‘soda’ to the Dewott.

“Hm? Oh. Thank you. Sorry I’m rambling, I should listen to you instead. What do you want to talk about?” Alkali asked. Thanking Rickey for the soda, he started drinking and walking. The otter’s belly began to wobble, shaking with every step they took. The shirt’s sleeves started to stretch and strain on their arms. Below that, their belly expanded, getting heavier with the additional pounds. Their pants and thighs were pushed to the limit, being filled out with even more weight.

“…that’s my theory for why large and round boys are the best option on body type and size. We need to try it out on more people too.”

Alkali finished the soda and tried to reply. “Hm, interesting, yes yes. Let’s give it a BWWAAARP. Oh, excuse me. We’ll need to find someone to be the test subject first. Maybe me? I’m still skinny enough, that would be a good control.”

“Are you sure about that?” Rickey said with a teasing pat on Alkali’s tummy.

The Dewott blinked, confused, before looking down. “Oh. That’s new. I think it feels kinda nice though.” They picked the hefty tummy up with both hands and let it go to rest against their thighs again. Rickey put a hand on the blue belly to squish it as well.