WARNING: This story contains farts.

This story is the sequel to: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/47261380/

With the crowd still gathered around the unfathomably huge Inteleon, the inflated Pokémons trainer reaches into his head-cave and pulls the empty helium tank from his mouth – sending him spiraling through the sky over the beach. Momentarily blocking out the sun, the chameleon is taking a long time to deflate – sounding like an ongoing fart. “Gosh, and I thought I was gassy!” Laughs Sheila, rubbing her giant pregnant girth. As if enjoying the show themselves, her triplets squirm around within. Eventually, Inteleon's limbs poke back out from his round body. Shrunken back down to his lanky self, the chameleon skips along the ocean like a stone before crash-landing into the sand like a meteor. Crawling shakily across the ground, he's greeted by his trainers' comically swollen girth and skinny legs.

“You okay down there, stinky? I can't see past my own belly, just touch me so I know you're alive.” Sighs Sheila, standing over him with both palms at her lower back. Getting on his knees, Inteleon kisses and rubs all over her broad underbelly – shaded by it. “Aw, such a cutie. Come on, let's get back to the hotel room and relax.” She says gently, waddling side-by-side with her best friend... While the silly chameleon plays in the shower, Sheila lays on the bed with her cell phone. ”Yo Greg, could you come to the beach tomorrow morning with Blastoise? My Pokémon has an inflation fetish and I'd love to see him fulfill that with your help. -S” Sheila texts, reaching into a big bowl of popcorn to munch on. Suddenly, the bathroom door slides open – Inteleon comes sloshing out.

Now with a girth as big and round as Sheila's, the Pokémon struggles to walk straight with such a heavy water bloat. Even his belly button has poked out with a little X on it, just like hers. Groaning, he plops right beside her in bed and snuggles close. “Goodness, you've gained a lot of weight hun! But hey, at least you're extremely well-hydrated.” She giggles, really enjoying his strange antics. Devouring the popcorn together, their tummies expand even farther while they fart and belch through the night... The next morning, the chameleon decides to wake Sheila up by spraying all of his built-up water on her. Luckily, she's still wearing her two-piece swimsuit. “Agh! Okay, I'm up, I'm up!” She hollers, drenched and sloppily covered in corn kernels. Shakily getting out of bed, she grabs a large jug.

Wanting to start the day right, Sheila gulps down a whole gallon of water – ballooning herself out to even bigger and broader proportions. Worshiping her tremendous midsection, Inteleon kisses her outie navel and wags his tail. “Hmm, I could get used to this.” She smiles, waddling with him back towards the beach... Meeting Greg by the ocean, he stands proudly with his female Blastoise. “Hey Sheila, wow you've really grown...” He mentions, shocked by the sheer size of her. “Yeah, food bloat stacked on top of triplets has got my legs quivering...” She responds, blushing hard red. “Anyways, my Pokémon is going to stand in the low tide. Blastoise will simply feed him until he waves his claws, which is the signal to stop. Got it?” She says clearly, petting her chameleon thoroughly.

“I mean, it's a little weird, but yeah we'll give him everything we've got.” Shrugs Greg, activating his Blastoisinite stone. In a bright flash of light, Blastoise has transformed into a true turtle tank – ready to spray water like a champion. Excitedly, Inteleon rushes into the shallow water and positions himself. With the calm ocean waves at his back, the lanky Pokémon unhinges his jaw and opens his mouth as widely as he possibly can. Stoically, Mega Blastoise stuffs her cannon tightly into his big mouth. “Blastoise, use hydro pump! Give him everything you've got!” Shouts Greg, pointing confidently. Gulping faster than he's ever swallowed, the chameleon immediately starts inflating – shaping into a giant orb, much like when he sucked down the two canisters of helium.

Looking like a wrecking ball on skinny little legs, Inteleon falls forward onto his enormous midsection. Blushing with water pounding down his throat, the joy of the sensation outweighs the pain. Straightening his limbs out in the breezy air, the chameleon clenches his fists with dilated pupils. Bigger than a car already, it doesn't take long for people to crowd around and watch the thirst-quenching display take place. Lifting his relatively small tail, Inteleon spatters out constant wet farts – unable to stop himself. Sloshing louder than the ocean, this circus act is just as gross as it is impressive. Rubbing her own belly thoroughly, Sheila feels like a growing blimp herself by simply watching. “You know, for a water-type, he sure is thirsty...” Mutters Greg, shocked by how much Inteleon can drink.

“He gets it from his trainer.” She says proudly, pointing a thumb at herself with a hand on her hip. Moaning incredibly loud, the chameleon's arms, legs, and head all get engulfed by his own body – effectively larger than a Wailord now. Adjusting herself carefully to keep her cannon stuck in his head cave, Mega Blastoise does everything she can to ensure that he keeps inflating. Gurgling and creaking for all to hear, Inteleon can feel himself returning to the same massive size he was just the day prior. Now that he's expanding beyond that achievement, something changes – stretch marks are abundantly trailing all over his body, and the once fine sheen of his rubbery flesh is gaining a sore reddish hue. Shading most of the beach once again, the chameleon realizes that it won't be long until he pops now.

Desperately waving his claws in their deep dark pits, nobody can see them, so nobody witnesses his pleading signal for the feeding to stop. “Uh, Sheila? He doesn't look so good...” Whispers Greg, backing away slowly. “Nah, he's fine. If my Pokémon wants to stop drinking, he'll let us know.” She says confidently, crossing her arms. Groan-screaming through the gulps, Planet Inteleon has actually surpassed the size of three Wailord's – clearly on the verge of bursting. Alas, the spectacle of his inflation has blinded most to the fact that he's ready to blow. Whipping his tail against himself like an over-taut drum, the chameleon's eyes bulge from their sockets – feeling himself ripping from the inside out. KA-BOOM! Exploding with the force of a tsunami, Inteleon sends Blastoise flying backward.

Quaking the beach dramatically hard, everyone is forced down onto their butts. Getting caught in the splash, the crowd is drenched harshly. While everyone cheers for the grotesque show they've just witnessed, Sheila waddles within the ocean drift and finds her hurt friend. “Oh honey, I'm so sorry I let you pop! I never saw your signal!” Says the trainer, showing concern for him while getting down on her knees. With a cartoonishly large bandage wrapped around his abdomen, the chameleon finds the energy to smile up at Sheila and kiss her comically large tummy. Smiling back down at him, she lifts the skinny little guy above her girth and carries him to the nearest Pokémon Center – with the kind help of Greg and Blastoise, of course. That day, Inteleon learned not to push his inflation fetish too far, and to be more careful. THE END