Commission done for  WatchingEye (old) This story is heavily inspired by a scene from: Ralph Breaks The Internet.

This story has: weight-gain, force-feeding, farts, and fatal popping.

Based on this stories location, play this song in the background while reading for maximum effect: https://youtu.be/xOMVTPKjFBk

In Goldenrod City of the Johto region, one of the homes have received a mysterious package in the mail. A girl sits in the kitchen with her loyal Charizard, opening up the huge box. Surprised, Chelsea finds many bags of pancake mix with lots of syrup.

“The label has my name on it, and it's from a fan of my show? … Oh!” Realizing her recent rise in popularity from her live streams, she'd nearly forgotten due to her long hours as a morning chef. Since this is her day off, she decides to use this time to engage with her fans... Wagging his tail on a metal stool in the living room, Charizard sits in front of a camera connected to a laptop. With both claws rested atop his big egg-shaped belly, he smiles cutely.

The chat log is going wild: ”What's she gonna feed him this time?” “He's so huggable!” “How do I donate?” Suddenly, the kitchen door swings wide open. Wheeling over a cart filled with a mountain of hot pancakes, steam rises off them as syrup drivels down the sides. Comically, Charizard gains a shocked expression as Chelsea parks the cart to his side. Happily, she ties a blue bandanna around his neck.

“Hey everyone! Looks like today, the Charizard gets the paaancakes!” Speaking with an outgoing and bubbly personality, the girl pats her Pokémon on the tummy – signaling him to begin the mukbang. With a gentle nod, Charizard nervous begins picking apart this tower of warm sweets. Chomping into them with ease, his long snout is truly a force to be reckoned with. Subtly, his tummy expands between his legs while Chelsea wipes the mess from his lips.

“What a dirty boy! You don't think he can eat all of them, do you?” Asking the audience, he burps loudly. The sensation of fullness is really starting to set in, yet he isn't even halfway through. ”He's getting so fat!” “There's no way he'll finish.” “Haha he looks pregnant!” Not wanting to disappoint his trainer, Charizard keeps engorging himself. One pancake after another, he moans between each gulp. Spreading his wings, he sways in place as his bloated stomach gurgles.

“What's the matter, honey? You wouldn't let all this food go to waste, would you?” Speaking with her arms crossed, he just stares up at the ceiling with his tongue dangling out. He's become numb with fullness. Laying a plate atop his protuberant girth, Charizard glances down at it and slowly raises the stack of five to his mouth. Glazing his lips as he squelches them in, the audience donates and encourages this grotesque activity. GULP! After harshly bulging his esophagus, Charizard's belly button pokes out.

“Wow, what a hungry Pokémon!” Smiles Chelsea, watching as her viewership grows. Too full to function, Charizard falls backwards from the stool and plops to his wings. Concerned that the camera is no longer focused on him, the girl adjusts it, so it remains aimed at his huge tummy and spread legs. With just less than half the cart remaining, the girl kneels down to his side and rubs his sore midsection. Since his mouth is wide open and his arms are spread apart, Chelsea begins stuffing the remaining pancakes down his throat.

“Gosh, he's so famished that he can't even eat! Not to worry, I'm here to help!” Faking her concern for the camera, the trainer just force-feeds him while his eyes twirl. Slowly, Charizard's belly inflates farther with food and gas – looking more and more like a giant yoga ball by the second. Sloppily mashing the sweets in at the last quarter, Chelsea actually breaks a sweat from the activity. Charizard's midsection has become so big, round, and broad - that the audience can no longer see beyond his mighty girth. ”For real, it looks like he swallowed a balloon.” “Are those stretch marks?” “Here comes the boom!” Not wanting to stop this incredible flow of money and popularity, the trainer ensures that he ingests every single crumb. Taking the last forty pancakes, Chelsea stacks them up perfectly like a tower in his mouth. Garbling on them, Charizard flails his arms as he whimpers.

“Remember folks, the Charizard... Gets... The... Paaancakes!” With all her strength, she squishes the whole remaining stack down his gullet – severely over-bloating his belly. Spewing out a nasty wet fart while kicking around, the audience cheers at the grossly swollen Pokémon. Bowing for the camera, Chelsea's joy quickly turns to worry as Charizard starts blowing up even further with gas. Ballooned large enough to crack the ceiling, he explodes – totally annihilating the house while the viewers scream in horror. THE END