A wonderful story I got as a trade with I love how this came out so much!

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As the sun rose over the horizon, the song of the wind blowing through the trees
woke the sleepy sceptile from his slumber. Groaning, he opened his eyes, and saw the
sun’s rays gleaming through the window, lighting up the inside of the sceptile-shaped
house with a warm glow.
Yawning, Touth stretched his arms in the air, slowly gaining consciousness.
“Morning already?” He said, mid-yawn. He looked around the house, and noticed his
sword lying alone on a nearby table, made out of a tree stump.
“Ugh.. I meant to enchant that last night… yawn… I totally forgot!”
Standing up, Touth walked over to the table, and examined the sword. The sword
was special to Touth, as it was designed to suit him, and only him. The blade was a
green shade, and was the perfect length for him. The hilt was very leaf-like, also green,
with green dyed leather wrapped around the hilt, making it round and comfortable to
hold. Touth was going to enchant it with a strong spell, one that would inflate and turn
his enemies into giant, immobile dough balls.
I could eat breakfast, but this’ll only take a minute. He thought, and closed his
eyes. He raised his arms above the sword ceremoniously. I think I remember what to
do…
“With these words that I say here,
Enchant thy sword with magic severe,
Whomever it touches will turn to dough,
And their belly will never cease to grow
Until their paws rise off the ground,
And their body is fat and round,
Then the magic will cease to work,
Leaving the victim left to lurk,
As a doughy, immobile, adorable… mmnhh…”
Touth’s thoughts drifted to the havoc he knew he could create. A dungeon filled
with giant spheres of Pokémon-turned-dough balls, their paws or hands wiggling as they
attempt to move, but they can’t even reach the ground…
“Oh, shoot, I messed it up!” Touth opened his eyes, and looked down at his
sword, hoping there would be some small chance that his spell actually worked.
The green sword lay flat against the table, its position unchanged, no signs of
glowing or changing. A small breeze passed through the trees nearby again, filling the
silence of the room. Touth’s face fell from a look of hopefulness to a look of
disappointment. The sceptile sighed, his eyes still focused on the sword, when he heard
a groan erupt from his stomach.
“Ah, this will have to wait until after breakfast.” He mumbled under his slightly
huffy breath.
Walking over to the kitchen, Touth pondered what he should eat to fill his hunger.
As he walked over to the bowl of fruit he had, an apple sparkled in the sunlight, and he
decided that was what he wanted. He picked up the apple, inspecting it for any bruises
that it may have, then was about to take a bite out of it when he noticed
something...odd. The hand that was holding the apple was changing in color, becoming
less green and more-
“Doughy…” Touth gently set down the apple back into the fruit bowl. Inspecting
his hand, he could see the color spread slowly up his arm, turning his body more and
more of a beige color.
“I-I cast the enchantment on myself!” Touth whimpered, inspecting his body for
more changes. His belly had a large spot of beige that was spreading rapidly throughout
his body, stretching around to his back, going down his legs and up his arms. He
suddenly didn’t feel hungry at all, he felt extremely full. The dough had corrupted his
whole body at this point, and the once vibrant green sceptile now looked like a delicious
treat.
A tingling sensation appeared in Touth’s belly, and the doughy Pokémon
watched in shock as it rose forward. Although it only pudged forward a few inches,
Touth knew this was only the beginning. He pushed his belly in, toying with it, and
watching it continue to grow despite the force he was putting on it. It was now at least 6
inches bigger than what it used to be, and Touth could feel the increase in weight. His
arms and thighs started to swell too, and a sudden fear hit Touth.
I need to reverse this before it’s too late!
Touth walked towards the table where his sword was slowly, feeling his growing
belly slosh and jiggle with every step. He put an arm on the belly, and felt as it rose
even faster than it had been merely seconds ago. His belly must’ve been almost a foot
in length and width by now. He tried to wrap both his arms around his belly, and was
able to hold his hands together for a few seconds before his belly lurched forward, and
his hands slipped out from one another. He could feel the weight start to really take a
toll on him- standing became a chore. Quickly, he began to think of the reversement
spell, but the smell of dough filled his mind with pleasure, and any thoughts of reversing
this disappeared.
“I can’t help it…” Touth murmured, pressing in his head into his fat, doughy belly.
He was starting to become more spherical now, as the swelling had reached the back
side of him. His arms poofed up away from his sides as his belly grew even bigger. His
neck was also growing bigger, and Touth felt as if he were beginning to sink into his
own body.
Finally, Touth gave into the growing, spherical mass he was, and collapsed onto
his doughy butt, unable to stand with the amount of weight he was gaining. The whole
house shook like an earthquake, and the sword on the table fell to the ground.
“Mmmh… bigger!” he moaned, squeezing and prodding his belly, feeling the thick
dough he was made out of. His arms had swollen up quite a few inches, and were
beginning to become harder to move. Although Touth was sitting on his legs, he was
sure he could feel them grow thicker as well. The sceptile’s thighs and upper arms had
sunk into his body, and he was unable to walk, even if he wanted to.
Suddenly, the sound of a door opening alerted the dough ball, and he turned to
face the horrified look of his friend.
“Touth… is that you?”
Standing in the doorway was a Blaziken- Touth’s friend Ruba. “I heard a loud
crash and… what have you done to yourself?” She walked towards the sphere
cautiously, her eyes wide with curiosity.
“I- mmph- I accidentally cast the enchantment on myself instead of my sword.”
Touth mumbled, his neck flab touching his chin when he opened his mouth to speak.
“It’s not reversible?” Ruba asked, resting her hand on her friend’s belly, feeling it
continue to swell and round out.
“Y- uh… It’s permanent!” Touth lied, not wanting this bliss to end.
“Oh, suuuure it is.” Ruba said, hugging Touth’s massive orb belly, causing it to
jiggle and groan slightly. “You’re not just saying that because you’re enjoying this,
hmm? Don’t lie- I can see the blush on your face.”
Touth was suddenly aware of the deep, doughy blush on his puffed up cheeks,
which only made him blush deeper. It was getting harder to see now, as his head was
sinking into his neck flab, his arms were also very puffed out and hard to move.
I can’t take much more growing…
As if right on cue, the once-Sceptile could feel the growing end. He was almost
as big as the single room in his house, and he must’ve grown at least three feet in
height. Width was another completely different story; he must’ve been ten feet round at
the very least.
“Touth, your dough is all over me now, yuck!” Ruba said, pulling her hug away
from him. He could see the dough clinging to her, not letting go, even though she tried
to get it off of her.
“It won’t come off…” She whispered, frantically trying to clean herself. The dough
started to spread around her body, covering areas that hadn’t been covered by the
dough. “What’s happening to me?” She looked at Touth with a panicked expression, her
eyes that were once gleaming now filled with fear, as she realized that she would soon
be filled with dough.
“Touth, I need that reversement spell!” Ruba exclaimed in a panic, her beige
belly bulging out from the rest of her slim body. The dough had covered every inch of
her body except for her face, however the dough was creeping up quickly, and in a few
seconds the crest on her head was now completely dough.
“Urf… I feel… this feels…”
Her arms and thighs started to bloat out, becoming more circular and flabby. Her
belly must’ve been the size of a beach ball, however it dwarfed in comparison to Touth’s
massive body.
“This feels… good?”
She set a hand on her own belly, feeling it swell outward, the dough expanding
and rising as if it were baking in an oven. Her hand almost seemed to sink into the
dough, it was so soft! She could feel her belly starting to expand over her legs and
arms, making movement harder.
“I… I should go get help, if you’re not going to help me!” Ruba looked Touth in
the eyes, but her expression softened when she saw how happy he looked. His head
was sunken into his belly, his hands poking out from the mass of flab and dough making
up his body, and yet, he looked peaceful.
“You really like this, don’t you?”
Touth nodded, his belly jiggling.
“And if we were to stay like this until someone found us… you’d be okay with
that?”
“Mmmnff!”
She chuckled, then pressed her hands into Touth’s. “Hmm… I’ll take that as a
yes!”
The Sceptile mumbled in glee, but he was impossible to understand. The
swelling Blaziken’s belly must’ve been the size of a yoga ball, maybe even bigger.
There was no way either of them could fit through the door, or else they’d get stuck. As
Ruba kept swelling bigger, she would tease Touth by rubbing and poking his belly,
seeming to enjoy the magic as much as he was. Soon, she was unable to reach him, as
her belly swelled bigger and bigger, forcing her arms to be locked to her sides.
Eventually, as she tried to wobble a few steps closer to Touth, she realized she was
unable to. They were both immobile blobs of dough.
“Mmmnn… do you think we could grow… b-bigger?” She asked him.
Touth looked at her with his doughy eyes, his vision obstructed with his belly, and
pondered the question. Surely, if they grew any bigger, they’d fill the entire house, and
have to bust out of it, yet… maybe he wanted that.
“Mmmnh- I think I can make us bigger…”
He closed his eyes, and thought about how good it felt to grow. To be massive.
To be the biggest. He was the biggest, fattest, most doughy Pokémon to ever exist…
and he wanted to be-
“Bigger.”