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[Story time!]
Today was supposed to be just another day in school.
Wake up in the morning, go to school, pay attention in class, have lunch, hang out with friends, got to some more classes, and go home…
…simple…
Unfortunately, today was a special day…
”Blimp Day”
Somehow the student council approved the idea that once every year, the school should pay tribute to unique students with balloon abilities. To spread awareness of balloon pokemon, a special ingredient is added to the school’s lunches with the slogan of “spicing up pokemon’ appetites. ”
Buizel is one such balloon pokemon. But, even with such a unique ability, the weasel pokemon generally disliked inflating in front of an audience and appreciated keeping his ability secret to only a few others… (despite being unable to deny the pleasure that comes with inflating like a balloon). After nearly blimping in the school gym last year, Buizel had no interest in becoming this year’s school blimp.
Everything would have been okay if Buizel had remembered to pack his lunch in the morning… and after a long grueling morning with gym class and advanced calculus, the weasel pokemon had little choice but to make do with the school’s offerings.
Luckily for Buizel, his control over his inflation had been improving. It wasn’t perfect but he could contain himself … if only for a short while. The only problem was, he had to hold himself together for several hours after lunch before school was dismissed… several hours longer than he knew he could contain himself…
Despite his predicament, he forced himself to finish his lunch, tasting the special, gas-inducing sweetener in everything he ate… He had tried to maintain some composure while mingling with some of his fellow classmates, but the sensation of gas was already beginning to swell within him. With a grunt and some persistence, he managed to keep his body under control.
In the classes that followed lunch, low gurgles and groans escaped the weasel’s gut, only to be played off as stomach irritation. Despite the odds, Buizel was managing to keep himself from blimping… struggling, but managing… From time to time, he would find himself swelling in particular areas, sometimes his paw’s fingers, other times his feet, and sometimes his belly. With a bit of discrete squeezing, the gas disappeared into his gut, returning his body back to normal. Inevitably, small squeaks had escaped him causing the weasel to blush amongst his friends. Luckily for Buizel, they played along and did their best to keep their friend’s secret and get him through the day.
After the fourth period concluded and the class was dismissed, Buizel threw everything into his backpack and bolted out the door. Sprinting down the halls and sliding around corners, he knew he just had to make it to the school exit and home as quickly as possible.
Groans from his gut grew increasingly audible, as if in defiance of simply letting the little weasel escape fate so easily. Just as the exit was in sight, with the shining light from outside growing ever brighter, the immense pressure built up from several hours of compression had become too much and began leaking out.
Partially frozen from shock, Buizel dropped his backpack and reached for a nearby locker to balance himself. A rush of pressure surged up within him prompting Buizel to shut his maw in instinct with his free paw.
It was becoming rapidly clear that Buizel wasn’t going to make it home in time…
As if to drive home the point, despite Buizel’s best effort, one of his two tails began to swell into an oversized party balloon within seconds.
"U-Uh oh..." was all the weasel could utter before, like a floodgate opening, all the gas built up began to fill every inch of his body. Inflating and stretching out all over, the poor weasel could only struggle against his own ballooning body…
---
[A few moments later]
"Students exiting the campus are advised to use the south exit as the north exit is currently unavailable."
[END]
A bit of a sudden post with this one. I couldn't find the time to make a whole comic series for this one so I tried my 'hand' at a short story to go with this art. Hope everyone gets a smile out of this one XD
Buizel © Game Freak
P.S. Depending on how everyone feels about this one, I may attempt to draw Buizel's final moment XD
Today was supposed to be just another day in school.
Wake up in the morning, go to school, pay attention in class, have lunch, hang out with friends, got to some more classes, and go home…
…simple…
Unfortunately, today was a special day…
”Blimp Day”
Somehow the student council approved the idea that once every year, the school should pay tribute to unique students with balloon abilities. To spread awareness of balloon pokemon, a special ingredient is added to the school’s lunches with the slogan of “spicing up pokemon’ appetites. ”
Buizel is one such balloon pokemon. But, even with such a unique ability, the weasel pokemon generally disliked inflating in front of an audience and appreciated keeping his ability secret to only a few others… (despite being unable to deny the pleasure that comes with inflating like a balloon). After nearly blimping in the school gym last year, Buizel had no interest in becoming this year’s school blimp.
Everything would have been okay if Buizel had remembered to pack his lunch in the morning… and after a long grueling morning with gym class and advanced calculus, the weasel pokemon had little choice but to make do with the school’s offerings.
Luckily for Buizel, his control over his inflation had been improving. It wasn’t perfect but he could contain himself … if only for a short while. The only problem was, he had to hold himself together for several hours after lunch before school was dismissed… several hours longer than he knew he could contain himself…
Despite his predicament, he forced himself to finish his lunch, tasting the special, gas-inducing sweetener in everything he ate… He had tried to maintain some composure while mingling with some of his fellow classmates, but the sensation of gas was already beginning to swell within him. With a grunt and some persistence, he managed to keep his body under control.
In the classes that followed lunch, low gurgles and groans escaped the weasel’s gut, only to be played off as stomach irritation. Despite the odds, Buizel was managing to keep himself from blimping… struggling, but managing… From time to time, he would find himself swelling in particular areas, sometimes his paw’s fingers, other times his feet, and sometimes his belly. With a bit of discrete squeezing, the gas disappeared into his gut, returning his body back to normal. Inevitably, small squeaks had escaped him causing the weasel to blush amongst his friends. Luckily for Buizel, they played along and did their best to keep their friend’s secret and get him through the day.
After the fourth period concluded and the class was dismissed, Buizel threw everything into his backpack and bolted out the door. Sprinting down the halls and sliding around corners, he knew he just had to make it to the school exit and home as quickly as possible.
Groans from his gut grew increasingly audible, as if in defiance of simply letting the little weasel escape fate so easily. Just as the exit was in sight, with the shining light from outside growing ever brighter, the immense pressure built up from several hours of compression had become too much and began leaking out.
Partially frozen from shock, Buizel dropped his backpack and reached for a nearby locker to balance himself. A rush of pressure surged up within him prompting Buizel to shut his maw in instinct with his free paw.
It was becoming rapidly clear that Buizel wasn’t going to make it home in time…
As if to drive home the point, despite Buizel’s best effort, one of his two tails began to swell into an oversized party balloon within seconds.
"U-Uh oh..." was all the weasel could utter before, like a floodgate opening, all the gas built up began to fill every inch of his body. Inflating and stretching out all over, the poor weasel could only struggle against his own ballooning body…
---
[A few moments later]
"Students exiting the campus are advised to use the south exit as the north exit is currently unavailable."
[END]
A bit of a sudden post with this one. I couldn't find the time to make a whole comic series for this one so I tried my 'hand' at a short story to go with this art. Hope everyone gets a smile out of this one XD
Buizel © Game Freak
P.S. Depending on how everyone feels about this one, I may attempt to draw Buizel's final moment XD
Category All / Inflation
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 3000 x 2518px
File Size 2.09 MB
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