WARNING: This story contains gore and fatal popping.

Link to cover art: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/49952548

Characters:

Mackenzie - https://www.furaffinity.net/view/42467815/

Charizard (as depicted) - https://www.furaffinity.net/view/39714029/

Charmeleon (as depicted) - https://www.furaffinity.net/view/40268649/

It was a calm night in the forest. Snoring loudly, a lone Charizard sleeps on his wings with his arms outspread. Suddenly, two devious psychic-type Pokémon appear - Elgyem and Beheeyem. Appearing straight from space, they decide to conduct a little experiment. Holding a big glowing green egg proudly, Beheeyem shoves it straight into the dragons open mouth, forces it down his throat, and teleports away. Sitting right up, Charizard chokes as he looks around frantically – finding nothing but a groggy feeling in his tummy. Meanwhile, at a nearby dam... “Finally, the turbine inspection is complete. Now to check out the pump rooms.” Says Mackenzie, the new dam inspector hired on for the graveyard shift. “Eh, on second thought, I'd better get topside for a smoke before I lose my mind.” She yawns, getting accustomed to her new hours.

Taking the elevator up, Mackenzie wraps herself up in a thick white lab coat and lights up a cigarette. “What the...?” Whispers the girl, peering at the forest. Burning devastatingly fast, Pokémon Rangers rush onto the scene and radio for help from the fire department. Distracted by the fire, the first responders don't notice the dragon as it waddles out from the carnage onto the dam. It's Charizard, and he's lighting everything around him ablaze in a furious rage. Approaching Mackenzie in slow tromps, she notices that his belly is far more bloated than a regular Charizard. “S-Something's wrong! Pregnant Charizards aren't this violent!” Shouting with a drop of her cigarette, the dragons stomach pulsates just a little bit bigger – popping out his belly button with a little X across it. Spewing fire at her, she dunks beneath it as he melts the elevator doors behind her.

“Dang, not going that way!” Shouts Mackenzie, diving into the stairwell. Clenching his fists, Charizard's not yet done with her... Rushing into the main pump rooms maintenance office, she grabs a phone and tries dialing 911. Alas, in the dragons fury, he's managed to destroy the main power supply. While the lights in the dam all shut off at once, the reserve power supply turns on – giving just enough energy to keep the machines running. Dramatically, in the dark of the pump room, Charizard burns open the elevator doors. Stepping out from the ruined shaft, his belly has inflated so much that he looks like he's pregnant with himself. “No choice, gotta put out his fire...” Sighs Mackenzie, gritting her teeth. Grabbing a thick hose, the girl stands by a control panel as the dragon waddles over in slow labored steps.

“That's it balloon belly, now open up that big mouth!” Yells the dam inspector, raising the water pressure on the control board to maximum. Aiming straight at his big burning mouth, Mackenzie unleashes everything she's got at him. PSSSH! Surprised, Charizard's eyes widen as water blasts down his throat rapidly. “Ulp, ulp, ulp, ulp, ulp!” Swallowing vast amounts of drink against his will, the dragons whole center-mass balloons out of control as he sloshes madly loud. Moaning with his arms outspread, his tail swings along the tiled floor as he loses his ability to move. Shaping into a big spherical bomb, Charizard's well-rounded figure starts filling in the space of the room – getting far too huge. Alas, Mackenzie doesn't want to take any chances, so she keeps on force feeding him. Essentially the size of a Wailord now, the dragon explodes – flooding the pump room, the dam quakes violently.

Rising from the lake she's created, Mackenzie brushes intestines and bone off her coat. “That's what you get for having a big mouth...” She laughs, glancing at the smoking remains of Charizard's ruined body. Much to her surprise, Mackenzie watches as five Elgyems rise from the gory remains and teleport away... “And you're sure it was five?” Asks an FBI agent, questioning Mackenzie in a dimly lit interrogation room. “Yeah, that's all I remember. What happens now?” She asks, holding a lit cigarette. “Now we'd like you to join the APPCP, or Alien Pokémon Pregnancy Care Program.” He mentions, guiding the girl over to another room. Happily, a pregnant Charmeleon smiles up at Mackenzie as he eats tanga berries. “Good luck, Ms. M.” Says the agent, leaving the girl and her new Pokémon alone together... To Be Continued?