There was a wrestling PPV today and I was in a pokemon mood, so I combined both into a quick little vore/inflation story!

(Plain vore version can be found Here)

A charizard takes on a champion incineroar in the ring, unaware of his unique way of finishing matches...

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Fire-type Brawl
By: IndigoRho

Spotlights lit up a worn and scorched wrestling ring that had seen far better days. In the middle of the ring stood a charizard, his tail whipping back and forth, flaming tip threatening to singe the ropes and mat further. His attention shifted between the jeering crowd on the surrounding bleachers and the ramp leading from the ring to a dark entrance.

Suddenly new light shone upon the entrance, the curtain flying open as a blue incineroar leapt out to thunderous applause. He grinned and posed as he slowly made his way to the ring, basking in the adoration of his home audience. With all his grandstanding it was impossible to ignore the small gut he was sporting, which wobbled constantly. While he was heftier than the average Incineroar he was far from out of shape, and enjoyed opponents underestimating his strength.

The incineroar took his time getting into the ring, roaring and posing excessively. In the ring the charizard was quickly getting impatient. He slammed his tail against the mat and spewed a stream of flame large enough to get his opponent's attention. Only then did Incineroar roll into the ring.

The two fiery competitors squared off, a bell ringing out declare the start of the match.

Charizard rushed forwards, using his wings to close the gap with astonishing speed. Incineroar easily blocked the advance, locking grips with his opponent and holding his ground. The contest of strength endured for a few tense moments, but gradually Incineroar gained the upper hand. A stiff headbutt stunned Charizard, who then felt his paws lift off the mat as Incineroar flipped him backwards with a belly-to-belly suplex.

Cheers drowned out the impact, Charizard reeling as the breath was knocked out of him. Incineroar was already standing again, following up the suplex with a series of stomps followed by an elbow drop. Charizard managed to trip the feline with a sweep of his tail, giving him precious time to recover.

Doubts were already creeping into the charizard's mind. He'd known the incineroar was some kind of champion, but first-impressions had been underwhelming. Defeating him should have been easy, a one-sided victory that'd prove his unparalleled strength. Instead he was being made a fool of. It was outrageous!

Fury and uncertainty only made Charizard more reckless. He struck wildly at Incineroar with claws and tail, and unleashed plenty of flames. None of his attacks seemed to get close to Incineroar, who dodged them all while taunting relentlessly. The more Charizard failed the sloppier his attacks became. It was inevitable that Incineroar would find a perfect opening.

As yet another punch missed completely, Incineroar grabbed onto his opponent's extended arm and swung him at the ropes with all his might. Charizard roared in surprise as he was hurled across the ring, striking the ropes and causing them to creak in protest as they absorbed the impact. In a flash he found himself launched right back towards Incineroar.

A powerful lariat met the charizard upon returning. He spun around, landing hard right on his face, groaning.

Laughing, Incineroar bent down and lifted Charizard up by the head, watching their eyes rolling in a daze. The audience was growing more riled up, clearly anticipating what was to come. Rather than strike Charizard or initiate another move, Incineroar opened his mouth wide and shoved his opponent's head into it.

Even while stunned the charizard realized something was going horribly wrong. He squirmed weakly, clawing at the mat as he tried to figure out why everything had gone dark, why something was making his face feel slick. A strong gulp pulled him into Incineroar's gullet, a bulge forming in the feline's throat. More swallows followed.

Charizard was about to find out exactly why Incineroar was so fat. For Incineroar, simply defeating his opponents wasn't enough. He had to eat them, to feel them struggling futilely in his gut as he gloated and proved how good he truly was. The first time had been in the heat of the moment, but now he couldn't imagine ending a match any other way. Sure, he'd ended up with a sizable belly as a result, but eventually he grew to see it as yet another way to show off his winning streak. Every fallen foe immortalized on his waistline, which would only grow bigger and bigger along with his glory. Charizard would make a wonderful addition.

By the time Charizard came to, his arms and wings were just beginning to slide into Incineroar's maw. As his head entered the stomach he finally realized what was happening, and his struggles intensified. Unfortunately all the roaring and flailing in the world couldn't reverse his descent.

Incineroar's gut swelled outward with every gulp, wobbling from his meal's thrashing. The crowd was cheering nonstop, always eager to see the Champ consume someone. Charizard's wings and round middle slowed Incineroar's progress some, but not enough to dissuade him in the slightest. He didn't care how long it took to cram his opponent into his stomach, just that they inevitably end up there.

Charizard's short legs disappeared from view, his long tail all that remained visible on the outside. With considerable effort Incineroar stood up, cradling his bulging belly with both paws and grinning around the tail. He steadily began to slurp it up like a giant noodle until only a frantic flame stuck out from his mouth. The fire-type pokemon swallowed the flame with ease.

A bounce of Incineroar's belly heralded the complete sealing away of the charizard. He slapped and shook his gut, showing it off to the whole audience. In a stomach faintly lit by flames Charizard was kicking and elbowing with all his might to no avail. His efforts only seemed to amuse Incineroar, who responded by jostling his middle some more. Out of sheer desperation he began using flamethrower, over and over and over again.

Incineroar felt the warmth in his belly and laughed. As a fire-type himself he had nothing to fear from even the strongest attacks. When he patted his gut again, though, it felt strangely puffy.

Looking down, Incineroar saw that his middle was bloating erratically. He stared in confusion, quickly realizing the cause: Charizard's attacks. Fire and smoke was filling the feline like a hot air balloon.

Pushing on his belly prompted a fiery belch, but he didn't deflate at all. He growled in frustration and tried shaking his meal around to stop the attacks, but Charizard refused to relent. Incineroar was getting rounder and rounder by the second despite his best efforts. The crowd didn't know what was happening, cheers shifting to scattered chatter. The Champ had won, but something was obviously going wrong.

All bravado had left Incineroar as he widened his gait, too inflated to leave the ring. A host of possible solutions to his growing predicament sped through his mind, but none were viable. His only option was to hope Charizard exhausted himself sooner rather than later—otherwise Incineroar could end his wrestling career as a pile of hide scraps.

Incineroar's immense middle was giving him a spherical shape, his arms and legs swelling up as well. He could barely move, slowly waddling his way to the middle of the ring he was in danger of outgrowing. The flames around his waist were flaring up, looking like a tight belt wrapped around his blimping belly. Whiffs of smoke were pouring from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth, and he swore he could hear faint creaks as his hide was stretched far thinner than ever before. He was almost uncomfortably warm thanks to the roaring inferno being unleashed within him.

There was a yelp as Incineroar's paws suddenly lifted off the mat; he was actually rising thanks to all the hot air. Puffy paws and tail were flailing, the swelling feline wobbling as he lifted higher and higher. His cheeks were orbs, his head sunken so far into his body it was nearly concealed by the escaping smoke. He winced as Charizard shifted in the pit of his over inflated stomach, the pressure growing intense.

Incineroar finally reached the ceiling, gently bouncing, his belly facing the ring below. The audience was silent, all eyes on the feline who looked like he could blow at any second. Even the Champ himself was expecting it, eyes clenched shut, waiting for the creak that would turn into a boom. Then the movement in his gut ceased. Charizard had burnt himself out.

A scorcher of a belch echoed out, and Incineroar cautiously grinned in renewed triumphant—not that anyone could see it. The crowd started cheering again, excited that their balloon champion had held together in the end.

Incineroar breathed a long sigh of relief. He'd never had a closer match, and no foe had fought back in quite the same way as Charizard had. Getting turned into a hot air balloon was admittedly embarrassing, but at least he didn't end up as flaming confetti. Though in the future he'd need to consider muzzling his meals, just in case any others were as creative as the soon-to-be-digested charizard in his stomach...