I started writing this story after uploading the fat artwork I did of Scorbunny after the new Pokemon game and it's starters were revealed. I was pretty proud of the artwork at the time and I had an idea for a story behind it so I wrote this horny piece of work~ >w>
I hope its a good read~ <3

The day started like any other in our little farming town. I struggled to get out of bed as usual and apart from some slight pain in my back from the farming work we did the previous day, everything was relatively normal. I went downstairs to have some toast before getting to work. It was a Saturday so I had a lot more free time than I usually would throughout the week. The plan was for me to check the farm for signs of pests, of which we were getting a lot, before heading back to my room to play on the computer and just chill out for a bit. I walked out onto the farm at about 6:40 am. I checked every section of the farm for signs that something had come for a bite overnight and I didn’t really notice anything noteworthy. The time was around 7:00 am when I was at the Northernmost section of the farm, looking over the beautiful rolling hills of the countryside, watching the warm sun rise over them. By chance, as the sun climbed over the hills into the sky, I looked towards the west of the farm where we grew our cabbage and our carrots when I noticed something large and round, seemingly white. I slowly paced towards the large, round object, hoping it would be a giant mutant cabbage we could sell to get super rich. But as I grew closer, and the sun rose higher into the sky, shedding more light onto the big white sphere, I noticed spots of orange on it. The sun had now completely risen over the hills as I stood around 6 meters away from the object. It seemed motionless until it jiggled a little. I walked closer and noticed that the big ball before me looked quite soft. I pressed my hand onto it. It was… warm, felt nice and warm and soft like an electric blanket. I pressed my hand down on it more and noticed that it was quite doughy. Something about the whole situation had me entranced, like I couldn’t leave. Something about the warm sun hitting back on a relatively chilly morning and me pressing down on this warm, fluffy dough ball had me feeling really comfortable and cheery. But then, I heard a soft groaning sound, like the sound someone would make if you tried to wake them up and you slightly succeeded, followed by a louder rumbling sound coming from the large, warm fluffball. I was curious so I didn’t really make an attempt to back away, a grave mistake on my part. I pressed myself against the puffball before hearing a thunderous ***PPPPPRRRRRAAAAARRRRRRRPTTTTTTTTT*** to the right of me. Immediately after, a strong gust of green wind met my face, everything seemed to go green and… “Eeeeugh! What’s that sme- Awph!” I tried to cover my nose, but the stink was too strong. It was the most putrid smell to have ever met my nostrils. I felt as if I would pass out when I noticed an escape from the thick, green, heavy odour. I was sweating, the air felt extremely humid and there were moments when I felt I couldn’t breathe, like I was about to throw up. I looked up and finally realised what was causing the toxic smell. It was a Pokemon! I couldn’t tell exactly which Pokemon it was, so I walked backwards to get a better look. There was no doubt about it, A Scorbunny had snuck into the farm and eaten every carrot in sight overnight, becoming gigantically obese in the process. I had a feeling that this was the same Scorbunny who’d been causing us trouble for the past few weeks in relation to carrots. I actually saw it a few days ago and it seemed pretty plump, only narrowly being able to waddle out of my dad’s grasp when he tried to catch it. But now here it was, completely immobile, feet up in the air, farting and groaning helplessly. I was disgusted but the fact that I got farted on by that fat slob of a Pokemon, but I was also amused by how big it managed to get. It farted again loudly with a ***PTTTTTTTRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPRAAAAAAPPPTTTT*** and then let out an enormous belch. “Scor-***Bwaarrpp***-Bunn-***Gwaaaarrrrppppp***” It groaned as its belly rumbled, releasing more and more gas as time went on. I finally pulled myself out of my odd mental trance and came to the conclusion that something needed to be done about this ball of chub before it eats every crop in the farm.

I looked at my watch, noticing the time. It was 7:09 am when I began to sprint back to the house, trying my best not to tread onto any crops as I ran. When I reached the house, I flung open the back door. Dad was seated on the couch, writing numbers into a little notebook with the Football playing on the TV in front of him, though he didn't seem to take notice of it. Mum was seated on a stool at the kitchen counter, typing things on her laptop, most likely stuff to do with the farm and us selling our crops. I yelled out to the two of them - “Mum! Dad! You need to check this out! A big fat Scorbunny is eating all of the crops!” - I held the door for my parents to run out and as I turned around to follow, I noticed my Older and Younger brothers making their way down the stairs, most likely excited by the commotion going on below them. I followed my parents closely as they ran towards the big, chubby ball of fluff. I noticed my two brothers trying to catch up to us, with my older sister following them close behind. As I got closer and closer to the overgrown Scorbunny, I picked up the familiar scent of toxic ass gas. When I finally reached the big bun, my parents were already discussing how we could move the immobile ball of fluff out of the farm. “Maybe we could use the wheelbarrow?”, My dad said while leaning on the obese lardball. Mum replied by saying “Are you kidding?! This thing is way too big for the wheelbarrow!”. She looked noticeably revolted, probably by the noxious odour wafting through the air. My siblings arrived as we discussed the plan to get this fatty out of the farm. Around 3 minutes into our conversation I heard a random suggestion from my older brother - “W-we could roll it”, He said timidly, looking flustered and blushy. I found the way he stared at the blob of fluff and blubber to be quite odd at the time, looking strongly red in the face as he gazed at it. We all agreed that his idea was the most appropriate, so we all got into different positions around the fat Scorbunny and started to push. The Scorbunny’s whole body jiggled and groaned loudly, but to my surprise, it didn’t blow out a huge bomb of gas again. We finally started to get the big ball moving but we’d been silly enough to not plan out where we would move the bunny. After a bit of stumbling around, my dad finally yelled out where we’d more the Scorbunny. “Move it to the edge of the hill! Northwest!”. We finally started moving at a consistent speed as we moved Northwest, However I was still having trouble keeping balance and I ended up tripping over a lot, planting my face into the Pokemon’s flab multiple times. Every now and then, as we rolled the obese bun, I’d see its head pop up next to me and I was able to get a good look at its face. Its cheeks were tremendously bloated, the area around its mouth was filthy and covered in food scraps. It was blushing and it seemed very flustered and embarrassed. The fat Scorbunny’s head disappeared from view as it rose over its own gigantic belly. I had decided that to avoid tripping, I would have to lean my whole body against the Bun’s blubber. My nose was pressed against the soft flab when suddenly, the huge belly groaned loudly. I heard the Scorbunny make a moaning noise, “Scoooaaaaarrrr… huff… huff”. And then… suddenly. I heard a deafening ***PWRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPRRRRRRAAAAAAARRRRRTTTTTT*** and I felt a strong gust of wind force itself straight into my nostrils. It took me a moment to realise what exactly was happening but once I actually figured out what had happened, I smelled it. It was… indescribable… The worst and best thing I had ever smelt, I thought. But then I thought, Wait! Best? What am I on about?!

I passed out from the stench and remained out cold for a solid 6 minutes. I awoke to the sight of my dad, taking care of me as the others continued to roll the soft ball of chub. I sat up and noticed that the stench of the flatulence that had inserted itself into my nose still lingered. I watched as the rolling of the fat Scorbunny concluded. My dad said he’d call Pokepest control to take the gigantic Scorbunny to a pokemon shelter somewhere. After a 20-minute phone call with the pest control agency he happily announced to everyone that their trucks could fit the fat Scorbunny, barely. My older brother seemed to be unimpressed by the news and stomped off to his room grumpily. What was his problem? The rest of the day went on as normal and I tried my best to enjoy my Saturday, but the lingering stench of the obese Pokemon’s gas was distracting me from being able to do anything productive. I tried my best to sleep that night, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how warm that Scorbunny’s fat body felt, and how soft it was, and how good it felt to have my nose up against its ass as it farted into my- Wait! Why do I keep thinking it felt good?! All of these thoughts raced through my mind for around 3 hours as I lay in bed, listening as all of my family members, one by one, head off to bed.

I started hearing some peculiar noises between 12:00 am and 1:00 am. The sound of a bedroom door creaking open, slow and careful footsteps down our noisy staircase, the sound of the fridge downstairs opening and closing, followed by our food cupboard opening and closing. Finally, I heard the back door shut and fading footsteps through the grassy field. “Meh… It's probably nothing” I thought as the footsteps faded into the night… “Ow! My knee!”. I couldn’t make out who’s voice it was but whoever just snuck out of the house must’ve also just hurt their knee. “Great. Now I have to check it out” I thought to myself as I hopped out of bed and slowly snuck downstairs, out through the back door into the farm. As I got further away from the house, I started running a bit faster, but I had already lost the person making all the noise. I looked around for a moment and happened to glance at the fat, lardball Scorbunny who had farted right in my face earlier, leaving me with this awful, annoying smell stuck in my nose. I groaned at the thought of the events that had taken place earlier in the day. “Ugh! Why’d I have to choose to roll right up against his fat ass!? Oh right! Because it was the softest part. Stupid!” I said quietly in the dark. I turned around and started to walk back to the house. I took one last look at the moon of flab and saw something, a figure, much smaller than the Scorbunny. The person in the distance seemed to have something in his arms. I started walking back towards the Northwest of the farm. As I approached, I heard the familiar sound of belches and loud farts coming from the giant Pokemon. When I got even closer, I heard a sort of evil chuckle followed by some quiet words. I couldn’t quite make out what the silhouette in the dark was saying until I stuck even closer, slowing down as I went to avoid alerting the person standing next to the soft Scorbunny belly to my location. I could finally hear what he was saying when he was in the middle of a sentence. “-big, aren’t you? You fat Scorbunny~ You obese tub of lard~” The person was male, talking to the Scorbunny. I was confused. I should’ve been able to make out who the person was, but I was finding it harder and harder to concentrate as I crept closer, my heart in my throat, pounding wildly. As I grew closer, I was able to see the figure better. They had a hoodie on, and they seemed to be stuffing the Scorbunny’s face with junk food, teasing it hornily. The Scorbunny moaned and belched wildly as its face was stuffed with donuts, pokepuffs, and other fattening sweets. I moved closer and closer, and before I knew it, I had gotten too close. I jumped back into a bush. The hooded feeder quickly turned to me in shock and… was that? - I was pulled by the arm up onto my feet. The man in the hood pulled me around the taut belly sphere of the Scorbunny, towards the other side. The man quickly went behind me and faced me toward the Scorbunny. The Scorbunny’s belly groaned loudly and it moaned hornily. I felt a hand on the back of my head shove my face up against a sweaty, hot, damp hole. My nose was practically inside the sweaty hole and- Oh no! Oh god no!!! ***SssssssSSSSSHHHHHRRRRRRRAAAARrrrrrrrrrtttttttttpppppPPPPPPPPOOOOAAAAaaaaaarrrrrrPPPPRRRRRRFFFFFFfffffffffffrrrrrRRRRRRPPPPPPP***... Everything went dark.

I awoke early the next morning with the same stink in my nose, though somehow it had gotten even stronger overnight. I yawned and make my way downstairs to do my early morning scout of the farmland. I had almost completely forgotten the nights events until I opened the front door and saw the obese Scorbunny in the distance, with my family crowded around it. It all rushed back to me. The sneaking, the figure, the flatulence right in my face and… Seeing my brother feeding the Scorbunny. I ran out toward my family and noticed that the Scorbunny was even bigger than it was last night. I could hear its belly groaning from the house. I caught up to everyone standing around the giant ball of chub. I couldn’t even see it’s face anymore. I heard my dad saying “I had to cancel the removal truck. There’s no way it’ll fit in there now! I noticed a wide grin on my brothers face as dad said this. I had no idea why he’d do something like this. We all tried to brainstorm ideas on how else we could get the Scorbunny out of the farm, but in the end we all accepted that we couldn’t possibly move it, so we decided it would have to live on the farm with us. I pressed my hands against the Scorbunny’s belly. It was burning, and yet I was stuck there, unable to move. I had found myself in the same trance again as I stared at the Fat Scorbunny’s huge, round belly, unable to look away.

Within two days, a high wooden fence was built near the house and the Scorbunny was rolled inside. The little pen for the huge belly was closest to my room, and my room often stank of the obese Scorbunny’s gas, but I got used to it over time. We tried to help it lose weight, but it only seemed to get fatter and fatter. Over time, the Scorbunny’s belly became less tight and more flabby. Its thighs had expanded outward and its butt just got bigger and softer every day. Its belly pillowed forward with sweaty folds covering its entire body. The Scorbunny was completely unmovable, and we only cleaned the Scorbunny every two weeks so my room would often stink profusely. The immovable blob had become completely helpless, farting the day away and making the whole area stink and making anyone who walked into the farm gag and choke on the thick fumes. I suspected that my brother was still moderately feeding the obese pokemon, and that's why it still wasn’t losing weight. I never have the courage to tell my parents what he's doing at night and I don’t know why. Maybe I was starting to enjoy having the fatass living here? I don’t have a clue. It’s been a month and a half since I discovered the flabby mess out on the farmland and it’s only gotten bigger and bigger since. I wrote this… because I still can’t get it out of my mind. The belly, the smell. It won’t leave me. I thought I could write this story in hopes that it’d clear my mind, but it's only gotten worse since I started. The thought of that Scorbunny… The sight of that Scorbunny… The trance it puts me in… I can’t stop thinking about it. The stench hasn’t left me, the thoughts haven’t left me. Ever since that day, I’ve been in love with the obesity of that helplessly bloated Scorbunny… And I want to feed it!