WARNING: This story contains farts.

This story is a prequel to: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/50328744/

This story is inspired by Who Framed Roger Rabbit? and Tom & Jerry. Hope you like it.

It was a rainy summer evening in the suburban neighborhood, a Pokémon is being lectured by her trainer in their homes living room. “Now Charmeleon... I won't be back until sometime tomorrow, so please don't burn the house down, okay?” Asks Martin, waving his finger at her. With a cute pink bow on her horn, the fire lizard nods up and down. “Good girl, have a goodnight...” Speaking gently to his best friend, the man pets and kisses her on the forehead, all before heading out in his pickup truck. Now that Charmeleon has the house to herself, she twiddles her thumbs and ponders what to do. Suddenly, she perks up and hears movement all around the kitchen – making her very concerned.

Knowing that she should be the only living thing in the house, Charmeleon gets down on all-fours and glances through the kitchen door. Adorably, a little Rattata sniffles around on the counter, trying his best to nudge open the refrigerator door. Springing into action, the lizard gets up and runs toward him with both arms outstretched. Unfortunately, right when she nears the rat, he manages to swing open the fridge and bash her square in the head – sending poor Charmeleon into a dizzy twirl around the room. Plopping flat onto her stomach, she face-plants into the hose of an industrial vacuum cleaner. Frustrated, she growls and tries dislodging her snout from the Sux Deluxe 9000, but simply can't.

After nabbing a piece of string cheese from the fridge door, Rattata shuts it and jumps down onto the vacuum – accidentally flipping the ON button. Drastically, the machine begins sucking all the air out of the lizard, making her dramatically thinner than she already was. Moaning and flailing at the rat for it to stop, he panics and hits the REVERSE button, now rapidly blowing air straight down her throat. After a brief moment of shaping back to normal, Charmeleon's whole center-mass is comically inflating like a great big hot air balloon. With stiffly pointed limbs, both eyes bulge from their sockets while her tail raises up. Spattering out a long wet fart, the Wailmer-sized lizard makes Rattata laugh while simultaneously knocking him off the vacuum. Mph...? Mph...! She groans, swelling to remarkably huge proportions.

Ballooning out of control, the pressure simply became far too great, and she blasts off the vacuum. With rapidly sputtering lips, the lizard swirls and spirals through the kitchen – knocking plates, utensils, and napkins everywhere across the room. Bouncing back into the living room, Charmeleon deflates back down to normal and crash lands into the couch. Clutching her body in pain, she notices the rat laughing down at her from the stairway banister. Shakily standing up, the lizard follows Rattata up into the attic... Peacefully, Charmeleon's fire-tipped tail lights the humid dusty room, and the rain pitter-patters up against the window. Spotting (a stuffed Pokémon toy that looks like) Rattata on a metal birthing chair, the lizard dives into it, and gets captured by several lanky white-gloved robot arms.

”SUBJECT DETAINED.” Says the machine in a vocoded tone, keeping the poor girl sat down. Stepping out from the shadows, the rat stands on his hind legs with a remote control in his paws. After hitting some buttons, Rattata spreads Charmeleon's arms and legs apart, as well as forcing her mouth wide open. Slowly, the roof opens up into the shape of a giant iron funnel – aimed straight down at Charmeleon's maw. Gently, the raging storm fills the thing, and naturally starts draining down the lizards throat. Gulping with big worried eyes, the poor girl has no choice but to accept her incredibly lengthy drink. The next morning... “Doo, doo, doo... My Pokémon ROCKS, and totally did an awesome job watching the house, yeah, yeah, yeah...” Sings Martin, happily stepping through the front door.

“Charmeleon? Fire butt? Where you at, stinky girl?” He calls out, finding home to be ominously quiet. Suddenly, Martin hears something strange upstairs – heavy sloshes and strangely familiar groans. Rushing up into the attic, the man is shocked to see the morbid state of his Pokémon. “WOAH! Honey, ugh, you've gained weight...” He whispers, nervously examining his massively ballooned lizard. With her head and claws sunken deep into their crevices, her body is clearly on the verge of bursting open. Inflated just bigger than a Snorlax, all she could do is moan, belch, and fart. Barely fitting in the space of the attic, the high-tech birthing chair is crushed beneath her mass, and the roof has returned to normal.

Touching her ultra-tight scales, Martin shrugs and does his best to comfort the poor girl, while also feeling very disappointed in her. “Silly Pokémon, you should have practiced your inflation fetish with me around... Safety first, right? You could have popped! Consider your immobilization a punishment.” He says, sighing. With a groggy tone in her voice, she could barely even moan as it is from her head-hole. While the man speaks sternly to her, Rattata stands on some boxes in the back of the attic – quietly laughing at Planet Charmeleon. Of course, for as long as she's inflated, the rat intends to play with her enormous new body – and even more after she drains back down to normal, but obviously that won't be for a long while. THE END