Commission for  ShinyTotodude about his totodile character and his friend taking a special pill that causes their bellies to fill with "toxic" gases.


Guest starring  PsychoFloatzel

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Marc nearly jumped off of his couch with joy once he heard someone knocking on his door. The turquoise totodile quickly headed over to the front door, already knowing that his best friend, Anthony, was standing on the other side. The short reptilian Pokémon reached up and grabbed the doorknob, twisting it so he could open up the door. When the other totodile revealed himself and smiled, Marc practically squealed with joy.

“Hi, Anthony!”

The other totodile (who had natural blue scales like most totodiles) didn’t even have time to say “hi” back before Marc embraced him in a massive bear hug. Anthony coughed and tried to wiggle his way free as his friend slowly began to cut off his air supply.

“Oh, I’m so excited to see you again!”

Anthony coughed again. “Shiny…can’t breathe…”

Marc let go of the totodile, causing Anthony to take a huge breath. “Sorry, sorry. Hehe, you know how I am when you come to me with these wild ‘experiments’ of yours.”

The blue totodile grinned. “Of course I do.”

Anthony stepped inside Marc’s house after the totodile stepped out of his way. Marc shut the door behind Anthony and locked it before he started to wag his tail rapidly.

“So what’s in the bottle, Anthony? Those pills you mentioned before?”

Anthony glanced down at the white bottle he was carrying loaded with special pills. “Exactly! One of my friends told me that these pills are exactly the kind of thing I’m looking for. And given all the crazy things we do, I figured you’d want to try out these pills too.”

“But what do they do? Do they turn us into feraligatrs or make us super-sized or, um, maybe they give us some kind of special power!”

“To be honest, I’m not sure what they do. All I know is that my friend said that a totodile like me would definitely ‘have fun’ using them.”

Marc started to grin very slowly. “Hehehe, I see now. These pills are supposed to do something kinky to us?”

“More or less,” said Anthony as he began to smirk.

“Well, let’s not waste any time! C’mon, we’ll head down to the basement and try out one of these pills! I’m sure it’ll be lots of fun!”

“Okay buddy.”

As Anthony and Marc were heading downstairs into the turquoise totodile’s basement, Anthony noticed the red scarf tied around Marc’s neck with a yellow music note on it.

“Shiny, do you ever take that scarf off? Or your headphones for that matter?”

The turquoise reptile giggled. “Only when I’m sleeping. You know, you should get around to wearing more clothing like me! That way other Pokémon won’t mistake you for another random totodile. A lot of Pokémon will know who I am just by looking at my scarf! Look at Mario: without that trademark hat, mustache and overalls, everyone would confuse him with some random plumber.”

“Good point.”

The blue totodile did keep Marc’s comment in mind. His friend was wearing an anthracite-colored vest, a red scarf, and even headphones—everyone around Marc knew who he was just by his attire, and the fact that his scales were turquoise, not blue. The only thing Anthony wore was a small, red, cross-like necklace. He figured he could at least put on some type of shirt like his friend, make himself stand out a bit more. But Anthony would worry about that later. Right now he needed to test this strange pill out with his friend. The two crocodile-like Pokémon arrived in Shiny’s basement. He turned on the light, revealing all the metal shelves, old tables, and various antiques that were slowly collecting dust. Marc and Anthony would usually come here whenever they wanted to experiment with new kinky things. Most Pokémon didn’t bother entering Marc’s basement, in large part because of the lingering bad smell always hanging in the air. Shiny flared his nostrils a few times and sighed heavily.

“Mmm, you can still smell what we did the last time we came down here!”

Anthony laughed. “That’s what happens when two totodiles try to see who can eat more baked beans!”

Marc was wagging his small tail again; it was thumping against the floor. Anthony unscrewed the cap on the bottle before he dumped two pills in his hand. Shiny, being the energetic totodile he was, snatched the pills from Anthony’s hand and nearly shoved them both into his mouth.

“WAIT!”

Marc quickly shut his mouth and blinked. “What?”

Anthony put the cap back onto the bottle before sitting it on a nearby table. “We’re only supposed to take one pill, Shiny. My friend told me that taking more than that will…well, let’s just say someone took more than five pills at once and he ended up in the hospital.”

Marc’s eyes grew wide. “Oh. …Maybe it was the way his stomach was designed? I’m pretty sure we’ll be okay if we take more than one.”

“Still, we’ll play it safe for now. Give me one pill and you can keep the other.”

The turquoise totodile handed one of the large white pills over to Anthony. He held it in his hand and blinked.

“We’ll swallow it together on three.”

“Okay! One…”

“Two…”

“THREE!”

Both totodiles tilted their heads back with their jaws lowered. They tossed the white pill straight into their maw and closed their mouths around the same time. After they gulped, the pill started to quickly descend down their esophagus. Both of them looked straight ahead at each other and started to scowl. Anthony scrunched up his face while Marc coughed twice and stuck out his tongue in disgust. He even took his hands and started to wipe them on his tongue, thinking it would get rid of the nasty flavor.

“Ewww…why don’t they ever make pills that taste like candy?”

After the totodiles got over the awful flavor, they walked around the basement for a moment, waiting to see if anything special would happen. But at first, there was nothing. Neither of the crocodile-like Pokémon even belched. They didn’t feel any different; nothing had changed at all.

“Do you feel strange, Anthony?”

The blue totodile shrugged. “Not really. I’m—”

Before Anthony could finish, his stomach growled audibly. The blue creature closed his eyes and grunted as he put his small hands on his noticeably distended belly.

“Oooooh…I got this massive tummy ache now…”

“You all right? Maybe you should head to the bathroom.”

“No, it’s…”

Anthony couldn’t say any more. His stomach growled horribly, and seconds later, he wound up bending over and ripping a huge fart. The stinky green gas shot out of his anus very quickly, filling the totodiles’ earholes with a humorous sputtering sound. As the blue totodile farted, he felt his stomach deflating a little bit; all the gas was finally being released from his system. Anthony exhaled after the flatus was out while Shiny started to laugh heartily.

“Good one, Anthony! You’re—”

Marc couldn’t say anymore either. He shut his eyes and grunted as his equally distended belly grumbled and grew. The crocodile couldn’t handle the pressure anymore. He rudely hiked up his right leg and passed gas right in front of his best friend. All the flatulence came out with a noisy “BRRRRAAAAAP” like sound, almost enough to make Anthony laugh. The blue totodile could see hazy green fumes coming out of Marc’s behind and slowly spreading around the basement. Shiny only farted for a few seconds, but the powerful gas had done its damage. Anthony chuckled as he waved a hand in front of his snout.

“Whew! ‘Scuse you, Shiny!”

Shiny just grinned and snickered, obviously not caring that he passed gas and stunk up the basement. That’s when Marc looked down at his belly and saw it expanding outwards again.

“Hey! Those pills must be working now!”

Anthony looked down at his own gut and saw it growing bigger. “You’re right…they must be bloat pills! After you swallow a pill, you—”

“You slowly start to fill with gas until you’re fartin’ like crazy! This is wonderful!”

The blue totodile groaned as his bloated belly began to churn again. “You better plug your nose buddy. This is gonna be a big one!”

Even though Marc liked the smell of flatulence, he humored his friend and plugged his nose anyway. The totodile then grunted as he lifted his tail and released a long stream of green gas, flooding the basement with the foul-smelling fumes. He could feel his tailhole vibrating as the funky cloud of hydrogen-sulfide and other gases flew out of his behind. The sputtering noise lasted for several seconds, and ended with Anthony opening his mouth and sighing happily. Marc took it as a challenge and grinned. He turned around and spread his legs apart before bending over and lifting his tail. Anthony had a clear view of his friend’s behind as he launched a raunchy fart his way. The flatulence didn’t sputter very much, but the noise was extremely loud and reminded the small crocodile creature of a horn being blown. Anthony jokingly waved a hand in front of his nose again, pretending to be disgusted by the nasty odor. But he and his friend loved to fart. Not for the sake of being rude, but because it made them happy, ecstatic. The totodiles couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming amount of relief when they passed gas after dealing with a full stomach all day. Both of them would even go as far as saying that it was a special fetish of theirs, and that they enjoyed it a bit more than most Pokémon would.

Once Marc finished releasing the nasty gas bubble from his bowels, it was Anthony’s turn again. The blue totodile walked over to the turquoise one and lied down on his back. He lifted his small legs into the air, exposing his tailhole, before he sighed and let his body do the rest. Marc scowled and backed away when Anthony started to release multiple chunky farts in short intervals. Everytime a deep-toned fart came out, a small and thick cloud of green gas would shoot out of Anthony’s ass too. Marc quickly waved a hand in front of his face, but it didn’t help at all. The gas was still pouring out and fogging up the basement. Marc started to cough and shake his head; the gas reeked of rotten cabbage and burnt meat now. At least the gas they passed during the baked-bean eating contest didn’t smell so fetid. Anthony grunted and pushed out a monstrous fart that smelled worse than sulfur. Shiny fell to his knees coughing, his eyes nearly burning from the stench.

“Pee-yew! Do those pills make our farts super stinky too?!”

Anthony chuckled. “Probably!”

Shiny felt his stomach bloating up again. “Hehe, too bad for you then, cause this next one’s gonna burn all the way into your lungs!”

Before Anthony had the time to get up, Marc rushed over to the blue totodile and stood over his bloated belly. Shiny grinned widely as he lifted his tail and squatted over Anthony’s snout. Anthony thought about getting up or plugging his nose, but he wanted to see if Marc was really capable of grossing him out with his gas. Marc didn’t even have to grunt; the gas flowed out of his ass naturally. The tailhole vibrated as the green gases erupted from his derrière and filled Anthony’s olfaction system. Shiny’s flatulence was just as foul as Anthony’s; it reeked of bad cabbage and rotten meat. The strong gas sounded like someone blowing on a tuba for several seconds. Anthony couldn’t tell if it was the smell or sound of Shiny’s fart that grossed him out; it was becoming too much. If that wasn’t bad enough, Anthony could actually feel the fart all over his nose. He could feel the moisture and heat of the flatulence on his face; he could smell the sweat that had formed around Marc’s ass crack. The outburst seemed endless, and was starting to become squishy. After farting non-stop for nearly twenty seconds, Marc groaned and held his stomach. He started to release a wet fart that was squishy and left Anthony’s snout moist. Anthony covered his nose and groaned.

“UGH!!! What the hell have you been eating?!”

Shiny laughed evilly before he stood up and stepped away from Anthony. “Nothing out the ordinary! Just been drinking a lot of milk!”

Anthony was about to get up and let out more flatulence when he noticed that his gut was bubbling and expanding again. Marc stared at the blue totodile’s tail and ass and wondered why Anthony wasn’t breaking wind yet.

“Don’t you have more gas in you?”

Anthony grunted a few times. “Hey, buddy! I got an idea. You—OH!!”

Anthony was losing control. He let out a couple of tiny farts from his ass, but his stomach was still large and bloating outwards.

“I’ll…I’ll hold in my gas, and you can hop up and down on my belly. That way—URK!! …That way, you can force out all my gas while I lie here and keep trying to hold it in.”

“Ah, being extra kinky today are we? Hehe, so you’re gonna let yourself bloat up while I jumped on your belly and deflate you!”

Anthony shut his eyes and let out another squeaky fart. “Could you hurry? Any longer and I might explode too early!”

Marc was looking forward to having lots of fun with Anthony’s belly, so he rushed over to the wooden chair sitting beside Anthony and climbed on top of the furniture. He looked down at Anthony’s massive tummy, watching as it continued to jiggle and extend even further, looking like it was about to explode. Shiny figured Anthony had waited long enough; he shouted gleefully as he hopped off the wooden chair and jumped down on Anthony’s big belly. As Marc’s feet pressed down on Anthony’s gut, the blue totodile grunted and let out a short and noisy fart. However, Marc found himself in mid-air as he bounced off the crocodile’s gut like it was a trampoline. Gravity took its course, and Shiny wound up planting his feet into Anthony’s big belly again. The blue totodile grunted a second time and released a fart of the same caliber. Shiny started to giggle to himself, acting like he was a hatchling bouncing up and down on a springy mattress. Everytime he landed on Anthony’s enormous gut, a short burst of malodorous wind would erupt from Anthony’s anus and slowly start to fill up the room. Both of the totodiles couldn’t be happier. Marc was having the time of his life using his friend’s belly as an instrument to bounce on, whilst Anthony was happy that so much gas had filled his stomach. He loved the immense pressure he forced on himself as he bottled up his gas, only to have it forced out when Shiny pressed down on his gut.

Shiny hopped up and down so much and forced Anthony to pass so much gas that the basement was nearly clouded in a stinky green haze. Even worse, Marc could feel a ton of gas brewing in his belly too, awaiting release. Since Shiny really wanted to stink up the basement, he grinned to himself and hopped high into the air. However, he quickly moved his body around so he would land belly-first on Anthony’s gargantuan gut. Before Anthony could say anything else, Marc belly-flopped on top of the blue totodile’s stomach, causing both of them to unleash all the flatulence currently sealed within their stomachs. Anthony released more flatulence, but Shiny’s ass wasn’t far from Anthony’s snout, so he got the worst of it when it came to the smell. Both totodiles could feel their bellies deflating slowly as the gas rushed out of their anuses, causing them to experience a blissful sense of relief. Shiny released a long and deep “FRRRRRNT” noise while Anthony still pushed out farts that sounded like a motorboat’s engine sputtering. Their tailholes shook and puckered slightly as the green fumes flew out of their colons without any signs of stopping. The Pokémon were disgusted at the vile smells they were releasing, but at the same time, happy that they were having so much fun, and proud that two Pokémon as small as them could create such a nasty stench.

Once the totodiles were done releasing the giant gas bubble, they sighed to themselves and smiled. Shiny slowly slid off of Anthony’s belly and started to cough, shortly before Anthony finally stood up. The blue totodile plugged his nose and waved a hand beneath his rump, thinking it would somehow get rid of some of the stench. Shiny shook his head and coughed some more, his eyes watering from the acrid smells.

“WHOO!!! We might have to go upstairs and do this in the living room with the windows open! At the rate we’re going, we won’t be able to see!”

Anthony was about to say something else when he noticed a roll of duct tape sitting on one of the tables. The blue totodile started to grin to himself when a naughty idea came to mind.

“So, you say our farting is getting out of hand?”

Marc coughed a few more times. “Just…maybe a little bit.”

Anthony walked over to the table and grabbed the large roll of gray duct tape. “Then let’s put a stop to it! We’ll tape up our tailholes and maws so none of the gas comes out!”

“But won’t we end up bloating ourselves up with our own farts?”

Anthony grinned again. “That’s the point.”

“Ohhhh…hehe, I gotcha! This’ll probably be even more fun than stinkin’ up the basement with our farts!”

“I’m sure it will be.”

Anthony decided to do Marc first. The turquoise totodile was thumping his tail against the floor again with excitement. Shiny turned around and bent over with his tail in the air. Anthony ripped off a piece of tape with his teeth and planted it firmly on his friend’s anus. Just to be sure, Anthony tore off another piece and planted it on Marc’s ass as well, creating a large “X” symbol on Marc’s behind. After the anus was sealed, Shiny stood straight up and turned around as Anthony took off a longer strip of duct tape. Marc kept his mouth shut as his friend wrapped the tape around his closed jaw tightly. Shiny could already feel his belly bloating, but the gas had nowhere to go; it was sealed inside. Anthony handed the tape off to Shiny, who promptly ripped off two short strips and placed them on Anthony’s ass when the crocodile bent over. Once Anthony’s anus was covered in tape, he turned around and watched as Shiny tore off a very long strip of tape with his small hands. The blue totodile let Shiny wrap the gray tape around his snout, almost as though it were a type of muzzle. Now that they were both taped, all they had to do was wait.

Marc tossed the tape aside and stood in front of Anthony, staring at his belly to see when it would start inflating. But due to how fast the pills were working, it only took the totodiles a few seconds before their bellies started to get big. Anthony looked down at his stomach and listened as it groaned multiple times and filled with more putrid flatulence. Shiny slowly bent over to fart, but nothing came out of his anus except a squeaky hiss. The tape was doing its job and locking all the smelly gases inside. Marc looked at Anthony and muttered something in approval, glad that his belly was getting so large. However, the totodiles soon found out that the gas wasn’t staying inside their digestive system. It was spreading all around their bodies, expanding and trying to find any hole to escape out of. As more gas filled their tummies, the totodiles noticed that other parts of their bodies were getting fatter. Their feet were expanding and getting fatter while their thighs and legs were growing and getting thick and chunky. They looked down at their hands and arms and saw them growing as well, filling up with the stinky gases.

Anthony tried to take a step forward, but it felt like he was walking on water balloons. The totodile lost his footing and landed right on his puffy stomach. Marc watched as Anthony slowly rocked back and forth on his gut, unable to stand up or even roll himself over. And the gas was spreading fast, clearly showing no signs of stopping. Shiny sat down on the floor and noticed he was rocking a little too. Both totodiles shut their eyes and grunted as they tried to pass gas. Anthony released a small cloud of green gases, but all of it came out slowly, like steam hissing out of a pipe. Shiny managed to push out a louder fart, but it was extremely short. There was nothing they could do. Their swollen bellies bubbled and jiggled as more gas built up inside them. The small crocodiles were in pain; they could feel all the flatulence within their rectum waiting to come out, but there was no place they could go. And yet, the Pokémon were thrilled to be in this position. They loved how hard it was for them to be stuffed with so much gas they couldn’t release. They enjoyed letting their stomachs swell to the point where it physically hurt them. The totodiles looked at each other and blushed.

After another two minutes, they were so bloated that they looked like giant inflatable plushies or blimps. Their pudgy feet weren’t even touching the floor now; Anthony was balancing on his belly, and Shiny was sitting on his immense and gas-filled tail. The flatulence had spread all around their bodies; even their tails and the back plates sitting on their spines looked puffy. Their cheeks were bloated, their stomachs were groaning furiously, on the verge of popping, and small bursts of gas were forcing their way out of their blocked tailholes. Unfortunately, very little gas could get through the tapes, so the Pokémon didn’t release much flatus. With nearly every orifice blocked, the flatulence went to the only escape route left: the nostrils. Marc and Anthony’s eyes watered as the stinky gas burned their snouts and slowly crept through the nostrils. Both of them could actually see a light green fog rise out of each nostril. Smelling funky flatulence was bad enough, but to actually have the gas come out of their noses was ten times worse. But neither totodile complained. They enjoyed this odd form of entertainment and pleasure. Having their bodies bloat up due to flatulence was quite fun for them. The Pokémon loved farting and inflation; both of their biggest kinks had been combined into one.

Another few minutes passed. The totodiles were so huge that their bodies were wedged between the ceiling and the floor. The basement was filled with green gas so thick that they couldn’t see anymore. Rotten flatulence was coming out of their nostrils; more gas was starting to creep out of their taped-up tailholes; their bellies were enormous and groaning voluminously. The two totodiles had never been in so much pain before. They never knew that holding in so much gas could bring this much pressure onto their digestive system. Their bodies were shaking, but no longer rocking. Shiny shut his eyes and groaned, wondering how much longer he and Anthony could keep this up. Their bodies were bigger than feraligatrs; they were almost bigger than a charizard’s body. Anthony and Shiny had never experienced this much pressure in their stomachs before. But it felt so wonderful, because they knew that once they released all their flatulence, the subsequent feeling of relief would be worth it in the end. So the Pokémon shut their eyes and groaned as their bellies kept getting bigger and bigger. The gas expanded throughout their giant bodies until the pressure became too much. The small crocodiles exploded.

The explosion sounded more like a small grenade going off. It rocked the entire house and sent some of the various items in the basement flying across the room. The totodiles’ bodies disappeared in a colossal amount of foul-smelling gases; the flatulence finally came out, but by destroying the Pokémon’s bodies in the process. There was no odd farting sound afterwards; once the grenade-like sound ended, there was nothing left in the basement except the horrible green fog, thick with the ghastly odor of totodile flatulence. Shelves had been knocked over, there were cracks in the wall, a paint can had spilled over and released its contents on the floor; it was a mess. But the strange thing was that there were no tiny totodile bits splattered on the wall. There was no blood, no organs, no shattered bones—nothing. In the midst of the massive fog, a short turquoise totodile wearing a red scarf and headphones started coughing. He shut his eyes and hacked as the foul fumes crept into his nostrils. Marc plugged his nose and waved a hand in front of his face.

“Anthony?” Marc coughed four more times. “You there buddy?”

A few seconds later, Marc heard more coughing a few feet away from him. A dizzy blue totodile was trying to stand up, but couldn’t because the explosion had made him disoriented.

“Yeah…I’m here. Can’t really see you though.”

Shiny slowly walked towards his right and pressed his hands against the wall. “Can you find the stairs?”

Anthony stood up and looked forward. “I think so.”

Shiny gagged again and shook his head. “Good. Let’s get back into my living room and wait for the basement to air itself out a bit.”

The two totodiles staggered their way to the stairs, rubbing their burning eyes and coughing as the putrid gas entered their nostrils. They slowly walked up the stairs, nearly tripping as they desperately headed for the basement door. When Shiny finally reached it, he twisted the knob, opened up the door, and the two Pokémon threw themselves out into the living room. Marc quickly shut the door and sat down on the floor, still rubbing his eyes and gagging.

“Whew…it’s gonna take forever before that basement’s smelling fresh again!” said Anthony.

Shiny stopped rubbing his eyes and exhaled. “I don’t…what just happened? Didn’t we—”

“Explode?” Anthony chuckled. “Yes, we did.”

“Then how come we’re not spread all over the basement? I don’t see a scratch on me or the duct tape we used; it’s like we never exploded at all. I don’t even feel bloated anymore!”

Anthony grabbed his cross-like necklace and grinned as he shook it in front of Shiny. “Don’t you remember? The necklace I wear has magical powers in it. One of the things it can do is protect me and anyone around me from certain dangers like explosions or fires. Think of it as a shield of some sorts.”

Shiny’s eyes grew wide. “Ohhhh, I get it! …Huh. No wonder why neither of us got burned that one day where a pissed-off charizard tried to fry us with his breath. You were wearing that necklace!”

The blue totodile smiled. “Exactly.”

The two crocodiles sat down beside the basement door and sighed heavily. Their bellies weren’t big anymore, they weren’t passing gas, and they had survived the explosion safe and sound. Despite the fact that the small Pokémon stunk up the basement and literally bloated themselves up to the point of exploding, they didn’t regret anything that happened. They always had so much fun together, whether they were playing harmless games or doing seemingly kinky activities such as sniffing each other’s farts to see whose gas smelled worse.

“So…what now? I don’t think I’m up for any more farting; I’m kind of sore after everything that just happened.”

Marc looked down at his stomach after it growled subtly. The turquoise totodile smiled widely and licked his choppers.

“I’m getting kinda hungry now. Let’s eat something!”

As Shiny began to stand up, Anthony laughed to himself and shook his head. “Something tells me you have another can of baked beans waiting for us in the kitchen.”

Shiny grinned as he looked over at his friend. “Yes. And lots of cold milk for us to drink! That way we’ll be prepared later on when we decide to have more fun in the basement!”

Anthony stood up and joined his friend as they headed to the kitchen. “That’s good. Because you’ve got plenty of duct tape.”

The two totodiles walked into the kitchen and started to make their snack, where they daydreamt about returning to the foggy basement and clouding it with more gas in the near future.