WARNING: This story contains light farting. I hope you enjoy it.
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It's a beautiful day out on the sand. Under nice warm sunshine, you, a lone Charizard stretches your wings and relaxes on the beach of Some Island, a place known by no humans despite their technological advances. This may have something to do with the fact that, once per couple of years, dozens of Pokémon are discovered all at once, but that's just how this wild world operates I guess. Heading to a stony village made by an exceptionally talented Conkeldurr, you wonder what you can do to help out some fellow colleagues in Fort Feck – or even strangers, for that matter.
Wandering through a colorful bazaar of goods, you find that it's mostly just berries. Although fruit is always welcome to your appetite, you realize that you have nothing to trade. The fact that you have no pockets doesn't help either, but you already knew that, didn't you? Anyway, Some Island and its lush tropical environment definitely has some opportunities to be had, so what are you waiting for? An invitation to fall from the sky? Don't be silly. Let's get this day started. What will you do?
(OPTION A) Go see what your buddy Treecko is up to.
(OPTION B) Read the “Garchomp Wanted” poster on the signpost.
(OPTION C) Acknowledge the Inteleon who's actively trying to speak with you.
(OPTION D) Wait for an invitation, specifically to adventure, to fall from the sky.
(OPTION A)
Leaving Fort Feck, you walk into the jungle and head straight to Treecko's treehouse. Climbing up into the lovely wooded home, the grass-type greets you with a wheat straw in his lip. Getting down on all-fours, he immediately raises his tail and looks back at you in a suggestive manner. “Sorry bud, but this story is SFW.” You say with a half-grin, peeking between your fingers at something that you most certainly should not be looking at right now. “Aw shucks.” Sighs Treecko, snapping his fingers while he stands back up.
Getting down among the leaves, the two friends sit side-by-side and chat. “So, what's up man? Do you like, need help with anything?” You offer in a calm, kindly tone – careful not to allow your tail to set this place ablaze. “Well, since you denied my first request, I s'pose we could try for my second.” Mentions Treecko, laying his head against your big soft belly. “Such as?” You ask nervously. “For the love of Arceus, play with my feet! I don't even care what you do, just improvise, please.” Begging desperately, the grass-type grips your fat stomach longingly.
“Alright, alright! Sure thing pal.” Giving a charming wink, you allow Treecko to lay across your midsection and spread his toes in your face. The space between his toes are somewhat gnarly from the grit of the jungle, but you don't mind. Knowing exactly what he likes and how he likes it, you draw your moist warm tongue across his fairly large feet. Holding him by both ankles with your claws, you alternate your licking tongue between his heels. Unable to contain the sounds of his pleasure, Treecko grabs your underbelly and scritches it.
“Geez, I really hit the sweet spot huh?” You ask as he shudders in response. Digging your nails between his toes, you clean most of the grime out before drawing your tongue through each crevice as well. Basically screaming with joy at this point, Treecko hands you his wheat straw. It's a good thing you know what to do with this, because your buddy can't seem to use his regular speaking voice at the moment. Deviously, you use the thin straw to tickle his feet – really making him suffer the greatest kind of joy. Or at-least, his greatest kind of joy.
With Treecko laughing maniacally, you spend a couple more minutes feathering his big stompers. Deciding that he's had enough tickle torture, you stick the abused straw back into Treecko's lips and begin scratching his feet. Relieving the harsh itch you've created, the grass-type sighs at the fact that the fun has ended. “Hey, don't get too excited now. It's not like I can't play with your big feet again later... Weirdo.” You mention with a sarcastic grin. “Oh, sure, I'm the weirdo! Says the dragon who secretly loves being inflated like a huge ol' blimp. Sure thing, big boy.” Quips Treecko, very sassy in his response. Blushing hard red, you silently agree as you hold each other and fall asleep. Eventually, you two have a lovely tea party and relax at sundown. THE END
(OPTION B)
”Garchomp, wanted for causing a rockslide to fall on Fort Feck. Last seen around Snubbull's Fairy Sweets. Reward: 1 batch of spicy poffins, fresh from the oven for the 'Mon who brings the bandit to justice, dead or alive.” Ripping the paper from the post in a totally unnecessary manner, you burn it in the flame of your tail and take flight to Snubbull's bakery shop. Found on the Western side of Some Island, you land gently among the trees, beside the building. It's shaped like an Alcremie. “Cute.” You whisper, imagining what it'd be like to eat a whole mountain of cake someday.
Entering the shop with a confident smile, the little Snubbull grins up at you. Taking a good long look at your round midsection, she expects you to be her next best customer since your abdomen is among the 'pronounced' variety. “Hi Ma'am, have you seen a Garchomp 'round here?” You ask politely, sniffing the sweet scent in the air among the colorful bakery shop. It's comprised mostly of pinks and blues with multiple ovens humming. As much as she'd love to stuff the gob this fat Charizard, Snubbull knows that Garchomp should take priority.
“Thanks for coming dearest. Yes, he's 'round the back eating from berry stalks. I'd stop him, but you know, I don't exactly want poffins since I make 'em all day, every day.” Explaining so, you head straight out back and find the foe – eating away just like she said. Although Garchomps are known to have slender abdomens, this one has clearly spoiled his appetite. With a big swollen belly, he roars angrily at you. Assuming that you're here to collect him for the bounty, he's unfortunately assumed correctly. Luckily, he's been engorging himself with Snubbull's sweets leftover sweets too, so at least that gives you an advantage.
Swiping his claws at you, you narrowly avoid his attacks as you spew small spurts of fire at him. Unfortunately, it's not very effective. Taking a deep breath, Garchomp's inflating belly showcases that he's about to unleash a furious blast of dragon rage. Acknowledging this, you spread his arms apart with your wings as you clench his mouth shut with your claws. Eyes widening in panic, the energy within begins expanding in dire need of escape. Moaning, he's unable to stop the expansion growing inside his stomach.
Getting too big to handle, Garchomp's belly swells into the grass as his feet scratch through the dirt – rising up into the air while he flails his sharp arms frantically. Still clenching the foes maw shut, his eyes bulge from their sockets. Visually begging for you to stop, you can't help but appreciate the shadow he's casting over you while his body splits the trees all around. Becoming a mighty fine blimp, Garchomp has proven to be quite elastic, but how long he'll last is the real question.
Comically, his limbs straighten out and begin retracting into his body. Essentially, he's becoming nothing more than a balloon with a flopping tail. Rising off your feet, the harshly inflating Garchomp floats over the bakery shop. You're not concerned since you have wings, but the thought ”Don't pop, don't pop, don't pop!” Rushes through the poor foes mind as the feeling of astronomical tightness surges across his body. Alas, his flesh could no longer take the pressure, and he violently explodes into a fiery mess... Appearing for the great Elder Conkeldurr with the head of Garchomp, you're rewarded with some spicy pastry. Conkeldurr wonders about the brutality of your actions, but decides to let it go since, one way or another, the job got done. Congratulations. THE END
(OPTION C)
Turning around, you face a timid Inteleon with a heavily pregnant belly. With both claws at her lower-back for support, the girl clearly struggles to stand up straight with such a heavy load. Instinctively, you were about to yell ”WOAH!” at the sheer size of her, but manage to politely internalize it. “Excuse me, Mister? You appear to be in a helpin' sort of mood. I'll reward you handsomely if you agree to aid me.” Inteleon asks in a gentle, raspy tone. The poor girls' midsection gurgles and sloshes loudly. Feeling bad for her, you nod happily and follow her to a concrete building within Fort Feck.
Entering a fairly small room with some brush strewn along the floor, Inteleon lays to her back with an exhausted huff. “So Miss, if I may ask, what're you brewin' in there?” You ask, kneeling down beside her impressively swollen tummy. Sniffing her popped belly button, you rub her itchy under-girth since she's unable to reach it. “Wailmer. The fellas have been growing inside me for several months now. Papa Wailord circles Some Island, kindly waiting for me to give birth in Fort Feck. This place has better medical help than the ocean, so, you know...” She explains with a playful wag of her tail, patting her tummy as well.
“Wow, congratulations.” You say, amazed with Wailmer bumping around against your claws. “Thanks, deary. Say, my stretch marks are gettin' kinda sore. Could you rub some cream on for me?” Asking while she pats your leg, you nod and grab a ceramic jar full of thick white liquid. Without hesitation, you saturate your claws and rub the moist lotion into Inteleon's raw, overtaxed flesh. Sighing with pleasure, the girl clenches her feet while you embrace the entirety of her inflated belly. Wondering how she's going to birth out a baby of this magnitude, you decide that it's probably best not to ask.
Totally engulfed in much-needed relaxation, Inteleon accidentally spews out a loud squeaky fart. Embarrassed, she immediately sits up and blushes hard red. “Sorry hun, I thought it was gonna be a silent one. Pregnancy's hard on the body, y'know?” She says quietly, unable to look you in the eye. “Aww, don't worry about it. It's not like I don't fart too.” Responding with nothing but kindness, the girl smiles and wraps her arms around you. Hugging tightly, you've done an excellent job thus far as a caretaker.
Since you two are getting along so well, Inteleon has become your friend and speaks in fine detail about her sexual endeavors. Going on and on about her kinky adventures, you're no longer surprised how she ended up marrying a Wailord. “Wow, that's amazing! I had no idea that would fit in there!” You respond to her wild story in total shock. “Yeah, worked out pretty good. I just need to make sure I don't explode. You know how it is, slender abdomen, giant baby.” She shrugs, sitting casually with her legs crossed.
Pointing at a basket full of goodies, she tells you to open it. Discovering an assortment of snacks, she asks you to help fulfill her force-feeding fantasy. Although you're interested, you can't help but hesitate. “Don't worry dear, it's simple. I pretend that I'm tied up, and you stuff me with everything in the basket-like a mustache-twirling villain. Pretty fun, eh?” Essentially begging for you to perform this role-playing activity, you pardon your feelings and agree to do this.
Plopping flat to her back, Inteleon crosses her wrists to her lower back – pretending she's all tied up. “No please, anything but that! I'm already so full!” Pretending that her belly is stuffed to bursting with food, you grab a vanilla frosted cupcake and squish it into her mouth. Whimpering, the girl chews it up and swallows. ”ULP!” “Ugh...” Moaning for you to stop, you just keep mushing one treat after another down her throat. Subtly, Inteleon's already-ballooned midsection expands even farther – really making her more of a sight to behold. After ingesting the entirety of the basket, the girl falls asleep. Looking like an over-inflated yoga ball, you curl up next to her and fall asleep as well – happy to assist the girl for the rest of her pregnancy. THE END
(OPTION D)
You wait around for an invitation, specifically to adventure, to fall from the sky. Nothing happens. Wait, really? Did you actually expect something to happen? Wow. Feeling incredibly silly, you leave Fort Feck to see what Some Island has to offer. Heading South, you find a wooden shack on the beach. Exploring around, you find a morbidly full Feraligatr. Laying flat on her back at the edge of the water, her enormous potbelly wobbles crazily. Moaning loudly, you hesitantly approach the dangerously bloated Pokémon.
Noticing her convex navel, you find it to be a fair indicator of extreme fullness, besides, you know, just having a giant girth. “Help me...” Begs Feraligatr, writhing madly in the sand. “Uh, okay. How could I do that?” You offer, standing by with your arms crossed. “Rub my belly, please...” She whimpers. Agreeing to do so, you rest your palms on her broad scaly center and massage all over it. Feeling lots of movement within, you wonder if she's pregnant, so you decide to inquire about it. “Ma'am, are you going into labor?” You ask in a clear and straightforward manner.
Clenching her fangs, Feraligatr splashes her tail at the water and laughs. “I don't blame you for thinkin' that, stranger. No, I just went for a swim and scarfed down a few too many Magikarp. I let myself go... ” Admitting so in a painful tone, the creatures within flop around without remorse. At the very least, you're here to help soothe her sore midsection. “Went on a binge, eh? If I could swim like you, I'd probably do the same. So how else could I help, Ma'am?” You offer, particularly because your claws are actually getting tired from the constant tummy rubs across her rough scales.
“I think I just need to walk. Help me up?” Asking while offering her arm, you carefully grab it and lift her up. Feraligatr's so heavy, the effort to lift her nearly breaks your back. Luckily, you manage to get her on both feet. Keeping her left claw atop her girth and her right over your shoulder, you both walk side-by-side in order to help digest her mighty meal. Sloshing grotesquely loud, the tension in Feraligatr's ballooned abdomen is slowly relieved from the nice simple walk. Although she still can't see her own feet, at least she's making progress.
Blushing gently, the girl pecks a quick kiss on your cheek – making you blush as well. With a feeling of Butterfrees fluttering around your insides, you're unsure how to respond. Although the feeling should be obvious, it somehow isn't in the heat of the moment. Yet, despite not being able to describe it, there's no denying that it feels great. “Charizard, in a time when I acted like a Snorlax, you arrived and helped relieve the pain in my belly. So thank you, love...” Speaking in a warm, kindly manner, she nailed the feeling you have glowing in your heart. Love. Turning around on the beach, you both head back to her shack, make love, and live happily ever after. THE END
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It's a beautiful day out on the sand. Under nice warm sunshine, you, a lone Charizard stretches your wings and relaxes on the beach of Some Island, a place known by no humans despite their technological advances. This may have something to do with the fact that, once per couple of years, dozens of Pokémon are discovered all at once, but that's just how this wild world operates I guess. Heading to a stony village made by an exceptionally talented Conkeldurr, you wonder what you can do to help out some fellow colleagues in Fort Feck – or even strangers, for that matter.
Wandering through a colorful bazaar of goods, you find that it's mostly just berries. Although fruit is always welcome to your appetite, you realize that you have nothing to trade. The fact that you have no pockets doesn't help either, but you already knew that, didn't you? Anyway, Some Island and its lush tropical environment definitely has some opportunities to be had, so what are you waiting for? An invitation to fall from the sky? Don't be silly. Let's get this day started. What will you do?
(OPTION A) Go see what your buddy Treecko is up to.
(OPTION B) Read the “Garchomp Wanted” poster on the signpost.
(OPTION C) Acknowledge the Inteleon who's actively trying to speak with you.
(OPTION D) Wait for an invitation, specifically to adventure, to fall from the sky.
(OPTION A)
Leaving Fort Feck, you walk into the jungle and head straight to Treecko's treehouse. Climbing up into the lovely wooded home, the grass-type greets you with a wheat straw in his lip. Getting down on all-fours, he immediately raises his tail and looks back at you in a suggestive manner. “Sorry bud, but this story is SFW.” You say with a half-grin, peeking between your fingers at something that you most certainly should not be looking at right now. “Aw shucks.” Sighs Treecko, snapping his fingers while he stands back up.
Getting down among the leaves, the two friends sit side-by-side and chat. “So, what's up man? Do you like, need help with anything?” You offer in a calm, kindly tone – careful not to allow your tail to set this place ablaze. “Well, since you denied my first request, I s'pose we could try for my second.” Mentions Treecko, laying his head against your big soft belly. “Such as?” You ask nervously. “For the love of Arceus, play with my feet! I don't even care what you do, just improvise, please.” Begging desperately, the grass-type grips your fat stomach longingly.
“Alright, alright! Sure thing pal.” Giving a charming wink, you allow Treecko to lay across your midsection and spread his toes in your face. The space between his toes are somewhat gnarly from the grit of the jungle, but you don't mind. Knowing exactly what he likes and how he likes it, you draw your moist warm tongue across his fairly large feet. Holding him by both ankles with your claws, you alternate your licking tongue between his heels. Unable to contain the sounds of his pleasure, Treecko grabs your underbelly and scritches it.
“Geez, I really hit the sweet spot huh?” You ask as he shudders in response. Digging your nails between his toes, you clean most of the grime out before drawing your tongue through each crevice as well. Basically screaming with joy at this point, Treecko hands you his wheat straw. It's a good thing you know what to do with this, because your buddy can't seem to use his regular speaking voice at the moment. Deviously, you use the thin straw to tickle his feet – really making him suffer the greatest kind of joy. Or at-least, his greatest kind of joy.
With Treecko laughing maniacally, you spend a couple more minutes feathering his big stompers. Deciding that he's had enough tickle torture, you stick the abused straw back into Treecko's lips and begin scratching his feet. Relieving the harsh itch you've created, the grass-type sighs at the fact that the fun has ended. “Hey, don't get too excited now. It's not like I can't play with your big feet again later... Weirdo.” You mention with a sarcastic grin. “Oh, sure, I'm the weirdo! Says the dragon who secretly loves being inflated like a huge ol' blimp. Sure thing, big boy.” Quips Treecko, very sassy in his response. Blushing hard red, you silently agree as you hold each other and fall asleep. Eventually, you two have a lovely tea party and relax at sundown. THE END
(OPTION B)
”Garchomp, wanted for causing a rockslide to fall on Fort Feck. Last seen around Snubbull's Fairy Sweets. Reward: 1 batch of spicy poffins, fresh from the oven for the 'Mon who brings the bandit to justice, dead or alive.” Ripping the paper from the post in a totally unnecessary manner, you burn it in the flame of your tail and take flight to Snubbull's bakery shop. Found on the Western side of Some Island, you land gently among the trees, beside the building. It's shaped like an Alcremie. “Cute.” You whisper, imagining what it'd be like to eat a whole mountain of cake someday.
Entering the shop with a confident smile, the little Snubbull grins up at you. Taking a good long look at your round midsection, she expects you to be her next best customer since your abdomen is among the 'pronounced' variety. “Hi Ma'am, have you seen a Garchomp 'round here?” You ask politely, sniffing the sweet scent in the air among the colorful bakery shop. It's comprised mostly of pinks and blues with multiple ovens humming. As much as she'd love to stuff the gob this fat Charizard, Snubbull knows that Garchomp should take priority.
“Thanks for coming dearest. Yes, he's 'round the back eating from berry stalks. I'd stop him, but you know, I don't exactly want poffins since I make 'em all day, every day.” Explaining so, you head straight out back and find the foe – eating away just like she said. Although Garchomps are known to have slender abdomens, this one has clearly spoiled his appetite. With a big swollen belly, he roars angrily at you. Assuming that you're here to collect him for the bounty, he's unfortunately assumed correctly. Luckily, he's been engorging himself with Snubbull's sweets leftover sweets too, so at least that gives you an advantage.
Swiping his claws at you, you narrowly avoid his attacks as you spew small spurts of fire at him. Unfortunately, it's not very effective. Taking a deep breath, Garchomp's inflating belly showcases that he's about to unleash a furious blast of dragon rage. Acknowledging this, you spread his arms apart with your wings as you clench his mouth shut with your claws. Eyes widening in panic, the energy within begins expanding in dire need of escape. Moaning, he's unable to stop the expansion growing inside his stomach.
Getting too big to handle, Garchomp's belly swells into the grass as his feet scratch through the dirt – rising up into the air while he flails his sharp arms frantically. Still clenching the foes maw shut, his eyes bulge from their sockets. Visually begging for you to stop, you can't help but appreciate the shadow he's casting over you while his body splits the trees all around. Becoming a mighty fine blimp, Garchomp has proven to be quite elastic, but how long he'll last is the real question.
Comically, his limbs straighten out and begin retracting into his body. Essentially, he's becoming nothing more than a balloon with a flopping tail. Rising off your feet, the harshly inflating Garchomp floats over the bakery shop. You're not concerned since you have wings, but the thought ”Don't pop, don't pop, don't pop!” Rushes through the poor foes mind as the feeling of astronomical tightness surges across his body. Alas, his flesh could no longer take the pressure, and he violently explodes into a fiery mess... Appearing for the great Elder Conkeldurr with the head of Garchomp, you're rewarded with some spicy pastry. Conkeldurr wonders about the brutality of your actions, but decides to let it go since, one way or another, the job got done. Congratulations. THE END
(OPTION C)
Turning around, you face a timid Inteleon with a heavily pregnant belly. With both claws at her lower-back for support, the girl clearly struggles to stand up straight with such a heavy load. Instinctively, you were about to yell ”WOAH!” at the sheer size of her, but manage to politely internalize it. “Excuse me, Mister? You appear to be in a helpin' sort of mood. I'll reward you handsomely if you agree to aid me.” Inteleon asks in a gentle, raspy tone. The poor girls' midsection gurgles and sloshes loudly. Feeling bad for her, you nod happily and follow her to a concrete building within Fort Feck.
Entering a fairly small room with some brush strewn along the floor, Inteleon lays to her back with an exhausted huff. “So Miss, if I may ask, what're you brewin' in there?” You ask, kneeling down beside her impressively swollen tummy. Sniffing her popped belly button, you rub her itchy under-girth since she's unable to reach it. “Wailmer. The fellas have been growing inside me for several months now. Papa Wailord circles Some Island, kindly waiting for me to give birth in Fort Feck. This place has better medical help than the ocean, so, you know...” She explains with a playful wag of her tail, patting her tummy as well.
“Wow, congratulations.” You say, amazed with Wailmer bumping around against your claws. “Thanks, deary. Say, my stretch marks are gettin' kinda sore. Could you rub some cream on for me?” Asking while she pats your leg, you nod and grab a ceramic jar full of thick white liquid. Without hesitation, you saturate your claws and rub the moist lotion into Inteleon's raw, overtaxed flesh. Sighing with pleasure, the girl clenches her feet while you embrace the entirety of her inflated belly. Wondering how she's going to birth out a baby of this magnitude, you decide that it's probably best not to ask.
Totally engulfed in much-needed relaxation, Inteleon accidentally spews out a loud squeaky fart. Embarrassed, she immediately sits up and blushes hard red. “Sorry hun, I thought it was gonna be a silent one. Pregnancy's hard on the body, y'know?” She says quietly, unable to look you in the eye. “Aww, don't worry about it. It's not like I don't fart too.” Responding with nothing but kindness, the girl smiles and wraps her arms around you. Hugging tightly, you've done an excellent job thus far as a caretaker.
Since you two are getting along so well, Inteleon has become your friend and speaks in fine detail about her sexual endeavors. Going on and on about her kinky adventures, you're no longer surprised how she ended up marrying a Wailord. “Wow, that's amazing! I had no idea that would fit in there!” You respond to her wild story in total shock. “Yeah, worked out pretty good. I just need to make sure I don't explode. You know how it is, slender abdomen, giant baby.” She shrugs, sitting casually with her legs crossed.
Pointing at a basket full of goodies, she tells you to open it. Discovering an assortment of snacks, she asks you to help fulfill her force-feeding fantasy. Although you're interested, you can't help but hesitate. “Don't worry dear, it's simple. I pretend that I'm tied up, and you stuff me with everything in the basket-like a mustache-twirling villain. Pretty fun, eh?” Essentially begging for you to perform this role-playing activity, you pardon your feelings and agree to do this.
Plopping flat to her back, Inteleon crosses her wrists to her lower back – pretending she's all tied up. “No please, anything but that! I'm already so full!” Pretending that her belly is stuffed to bursting with food, you grab a vanilla frosted cupcake and squish it into her mouth. Whimpering, the girl chews it up and swallows. ”ULP!” “Ugh...” Moaning for you to stop, you just keep mushing one treat after another down her throat. Subtly, Inteleon's already-ballooned midsection expands even farther – really making her more of a sight to behold. After ingesting the entirety of the basket, the girl falls asleep. Looking like an over-inflated yoga ball, you curl up next to her and fall asleep as well – happy to assist the girl for the rest of her pregnancy. THE END
(OPTION D)
You wait around for an invitation, specifically to adventure, to fall from the sky. Nothing happens. Wait, really? Did you actually expect something to happen? Wow. Feeling incredibly silly, you leave Fort Feck to see what Some Island has to offer. Heading South, you find a wooden shack on the beach. Exploring around, you find a morbidly full Feraligatr. Laying flat on her back at the edge of the water, her enormous potbelly wobbles crazily. Moaning loudly, you hesitantly approach the dangerously bloated Pokémon.
Noticing her convex navel, you find it to be a fair indicator of extreme fullness, besides, you know, just having a giant girth. “Help me...” Begs Feraligatr, writhing madly in the sand. “Uh, okay. How could I do that?” You offer, standing by with your arms crossed. “Rub my belly, please...” She whimpers. Agreeing to do so, you rest your palms on her broad scaly center and massage all over it. Feeling lots of movement within, you wonder if she's pregnant, so you decide to inquire about it. “Ma'am, are you going into labor?” You ask in a clear and straightforward manner.
Clenching her fangs, Feraligatr splashes her tail at the water and laughs. “I don't blame you for thinkin' that, stranger. No, I just went for a swim and scarfed down a few too many Magikarp. I let myself go... ” Admitting so in a painful tone, the creatures within flop around without remorse. At the very least, you're here to help soothe her sore midsection. “Went on a binge, eh? If I could swim like you, I'd probably do the same. So how else could I help, Ma'am?” You offer, particularly because your claws are actually getting tired from the constant tummy rubs across her rough scales.
“I think I just need to walk. Help me up?” Asking while offering her arm, you carefully grab it and lift her up. Feraligatr's so heavy, the effort to lift her nearly breaks your back. Luckily, you manage to get her on both feet. Keeping her left claw atop her girth and her right over your shoulder, you both walk side-by-side in order to help digest her mighty meal. Sloshing grotesquely loud, the tension in Feraligatr's ballooned abdomen is slowly relieved from the nice simple walk. Although she still can't see her own feet, at least she's making progress.
Blushing gently, the girl pecks a quick kiss on your cheek – making you blush as well. With a feeling of Butterfrees fluttering around your insides, you're unsure how to respond. Although the feeling should be obvious, it somehow isn't in the heat of the moment. Yet, despite not being able to describe it, there's no denying that it feels great. “Charizard, in a time when I acted like a Snorlax, you arrived and helped relieve the pain in my belly. So thank you, love...” Speaking in a warm, kindly manner, she nailed the feeling you have glowing in your heart. Love. Turning around on the beach, you both head back to her shack, make love, and live happily ever after. THE END
Category Story / Inflation
Species Pokemon
Gender Multiple characters
Size 135 x 105px
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