WARNING: This story contains farts.

It was a cloudy day in Skyrim. By the city of Solitude, across from the East Empire Company Warehouse shipping docks, a khajiit dressed in tan fishing waders casts his rod into the wide flowing river – not far from the Sea of Ghosts. Although this part of Tamriel is known to be the harshest for its icy landscape, it's relatively manageable here in this specific area, especially for traveling merchants.

Suddenly, a frail argonian girl rises from the water – dressed in nothing but a tan crotch-covering loincloth, and a bra made from similar material. She has dark green scales, yellow eyes, two forward-curved horns, and a brown nose.

“Gah! Don't scare me like that, lizard lady!” Shouts the khajiit, totally caught off-guard by her appearance. “Haha, sorry about that friend! I'm Shateen, visiting from Black Marsh. What's your name, mister?” She asks with a very raspy voice. “Ranan-Dar, professional fisherman at your service!” He responds politely, bowing his head.

Still mostly submerged, she notices his brown backpack laying on the frosted dirt. It has an iron dagger, lockpicks, probes, and a rope attached to it. “Um, Ranan-Dar? If I catch you a bunch of fish, would you teach me how to be a proper thief? Your equipment says a lot about your character.” Grins the argonian, humbly ready to be trained in the ways of Nocturnal.

“Hmm, you seem to have a sharp eye... Yes, indeed... However, my price is not cheap. Many carp and salmon reside in this river. If you can capture most of them before sundown, I will take you on as my shadow apprentice.” Says the khajiit, placing his fishing rod in the mud. “Oh, joy! I've already caught a lot!” Cheers Shateen, shakily walking out of the river. “Woah, what the...” Whispers Ranan-Dar, surprised by the size of her stomach.

Looking as if she's tremendously pregnant with offspring, her belly button has poked out from how massively swollen her tummy is. “W-What, this? Ugh, this is how I catch fish... Is that weird?” Asks the argonian, blushing red. “You want one? Here...” Saying so with a shaky lift of her tail, she squats down and sighs.

“No, that's okay! Hold it in, please!” He panics, comically waving his paws around. Calming himself down, he decides to further explore her fishing style. “So you just... Swim around, swallowing fish until your belly is full?” Asks the khajiit, still awestruck by her strange (and gross) method. “Mhm! I even slurp up lots of water, so they can thrive and have fun inside of me!” Giggles Shateen, sloshing herself noisily. Wagging her long tail, she waddles over and makes him feel her tremendous girth.

“Quite impressive, friend. I'll tell you what... New plan. If you show me what your maximum fish capacity looks like, I'll teach you everything I know – plus entry into the Thieves Guild, guaranteed.” Saying so with a promise in his breath, Ranan-Dar feels the fish swimming around inside her body. Clapping both claws together, she winks and dives back into the water...

After about an hours-worth of fishing, the argonian has bloated herself out to far more severe proportions. Beached beside by river like a whale, Shateen belches and farts constantly. “I...” URB...! “Can't move, too full... Gonna pop...” She moans, feeling like she's fit to burst. “Nasty, but impressive nonetheless.” Grins the khajiit.

Kneeling down, he presses an ear against her girth – listing to (what sounds like) the churns of the ocean. “M-More water...” Whispers the argonian, begging quietly. “What? You want to drink even more, on top of what you've already consumed? That's wild!” Says Ranan-Dar, morbidly curious enough to grab a wooden bucket.

“The space inside my belly, it isn't enough for all the fish to roam... I know what I look like, but please, bring me more to drink.” Sighs the girl, feeling her curved upper-abdomen with both claws. “Oh trust me, I'm on it bloaty!” Laughs the khajiit, already holding a bucket full of river water. With her mouth hung wide open, Shateen welcomes it down her throat.

Haul after haul, gulp after gulp, the argonians body inflates to bigger and broader proportions – looking as if she's ready to birth out a giant. Groggily laying there with a perfectly spherical center-mass, her whole figure creaks ominous, clearly on the verge of bursting open as the worlds largest water balloon. If she wasn't ready to blow before, now it's more clear than ever with center scales that are strained to rip open like a drum.

Standing between Shateen's thin spread-out legs, she groans endlessly with far more aggressive wet farts. As happy as Ranan-Dar is to see her bloated to grotesque proportions, he sincerely doesn't want to see her explode. So, he drops the bucket and walks all the way around her center-mass, back to her upper-torso. “Friend? I don't...” URB...! “Feel so good...” Gurgles the argonian, feeling totally sick.

Being as careful as possible, the khajiit puts on some brown leather gloves and rubs as much of her belly as he can physically reach – doing his very best not to pop her. Letting out soft moans, Shateen wags her tail adorably. Talking among themselves, the people of Solitude can't stop ogling and gossiping about the heavily inflated lizard girl across the river. Chatting on and on about her, they also carry on with their daily business, entertained by the appearance of a circus freak.

“So let me get this straight, just for perfect clarity... The reason you drank all this water, is to keep the fish fresh within yourself. Otherwise, they would just digest away. Am I correct?” Asks Ranan-Dar, just as impressed as he is grossed out. “That's right... Without lots of water, they'll just digest away. Let me know when you want the fish to come out. The sooner the better, otherwise...” With a grunt, she spatters out a long wet fart, indicating what else is to come out instead of sustenance.

“Haha, disgusting! Well here, just enjoy what you've eaten, lizard girl. Once you're deflated enough to walk again, we'll take a carriage straight to Riften. That's where I'll get you suited up as our newest guild mate.” Says the khajiit, proud to have met such a strange, yet enthusiastic argonian. And so, after a very long time, Shateen naturally loses all of her water weight, gets her frail figure back, and joins Ranan-Dar's side as Skyrim's newest thief. THE END