Lucas didn’t have any chance to react or object before Belle, still holding his face in its forward position like a vice, simultaneously pulled him closer and lunged, like a predator striking upon her prey, but instead of opening her jaws wide her lips puckered as they planted against his. His eyes widened in surprise as a jolt of electricity coursed through him, though it brought no pain with it, only warmth that radiated across the surface of his skin before starting to grow in intensity at a rapid rate, a pleasant sensation of fullness. He couldn’t have backed out by this point even if he had wanted to, but by now he had grown to enjoy the experience of expansion, and he gladly returned his lover’s kiss.

The Luxray radiated a powerful electrical aura, small sparks lighting up the air across her bristling fur, and the Lanturn’s body hungrily ate it all up, and in order to contain that enormous energy he started to swell. It didn’t take long before his shirt was unable to contain the mass of his midsection, his formerly flat, toned abdomen bulging out into a round potbelly, then a sagging paunch, and then a veritable gut that pushed him up more and more off of the surface of Belle’s bosom, blue scales spreading across the black fur. His shorts similarly strained and stretched in their efforts to keep his lower body clothed, denim bulging taut under the ballooning volume of his buttocks and thickening thighs, squeezing against each other. The definition of his arms and legs softened, musculature swallowed beneath sleeves of flab, and his neck grew, slowly beginning to consume his head in a mound of rolls.

The angler fish, once small enough to easily climb upon his girlfriend without posing much strain on her, was now starting to occupy considerably more space and weigh upon her chest rather uncomfortably, so she pulled herself back to conscious thought just for a moment, long enough to keep a steady hand on Lucas’ growing form, still maintaining their embrace, while she eased forward, leaning over so that he could stand flat on the floor. The thin, defined figure Lucas had had before was no more, instead replaced with downright rotundity, his belly sprawling past his waistline in an avalanche of blue scales and his pecs swollen into puffy moobs, his rear jutting behind him in a shelf and his hips spreading to the sides enough that he was nearly wider than he was tall. He hardly cared much, too lost in the bliss of the warmth that was filling him and Belle’s gentle but firm caress to be concerned with anything else.

Lucas had just a moment of pause, however, when he felt the underside of his belly start to hang so low that it pressed against the rough carpet floor beneath him, and he realized that Belle was still keeping a tight hold on him, squeezing the swollen folds lining his neck between her thick fingers. “Belle?” he tried to interject, but he hardly managed to pull away long enough to get a fraction of a syllable out of his mouth before the Luxray pulled him close again, even more tightly, her sharp eyes glaring at him, glowing, half-lidded, filled with lust. He could only emit muffled cries of protest as he felt the current of energy running through him intensify, turning from a steady stream into a raging torrent that poured into him even more quickly than before.

His posture shifted forward, his balance disrupted by the enormous weight of his gut pulling on his torso, but soon the strain didn’t feel quite as strong, although unfortunately this was because instead of weighing down on him the colossal blob of blue flesh had grown so large that it lifted him off of his feet. He continued to tip forward, necessitated by Belle needing to keep his head in such a position that she would be able to continue kissing him, until his ballooning buttocks mashed against the ceiling above, the swollen globes threatening to engulf his shrunken tailfin. The desperate flailing of his arms and legs slowed until it was scarcely more than a wiggle, the limbs swaddled in layers of fat that rendered them almost completely incapable of movement, even his head immobilized by the flabby folds that had consumed his neck, merging with his chin and cheeks.

At long last, the Luxray released him, taking in a deep breath of air before she took a step back to observe her work with a grin, her hands planted on her hips. “I’d like to see another woman say their boyfriend is a living inflatable mattress,” she chuckled to herself as she prodded Lucas’ swollen chest, itself now larger than her own, whilst her belly pressed against one that was larger than her entire body, “although it looks like you’re more of a whale than a fish now!”

Lucas grumbled to himself, but he couldn’t hide the rosy blush on his cheeks, his antenna glowing brightly as it stuck straight out from his hair.

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Not to be confused with Static Shock.

As I was writing the accompanying snippet for Static Love, I realized that I was starting to lead into another electroflation scenario, but I didn't want to go right into it in that story because it wouldn't really go with the picture. Then I remembered this commission that I got from  fathips a while back that would be perfect for such a situation and decided to make it into a sequel. I still really love this pic, having Lucas be all big and bloated is great, and Belle looks so adorable like this~

Pokemon as a whole is owned by GameFreak.
Belle and Lucas belong to me.
Art belongs to Fathips (not uploaded on FA).



There's something inherently amusing about clothes being stretched to cover large bodies instead of just snapping off.



That antenna's not the only thing that's straight and stiff.