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Okay, so this team vile grunt sends out a Meowth, right?

And immediately you're just like laughing, 'cause it's a fucking meowth.

Your Floatsel is like level 60.

I should probably mention that this Meowth's pretty durn pudgy and curvy and shit

Like, way too human an anatomy, and just looks generally odd with a huge ass with dimpled cheeks an' those gigantic stompers that are each the size of its entire body, the light fuzz matted down with sweat and all dirty-

So you tell Floatsel to use bite on this weird lookin', grinny Meowth, and he does‾

And this Meowth just like, yowls wicked loud whenever Floatsel does it. But his fangs don't even penetrate anything! He just chomps down into Meowth and it's like his whole body is made of plush, and the compression of Floatsel's fangs brings this huge squelch of fresh kitty sweat splashing all over his face an' his mouth.

And this other trainer goes "That's good Meowth, now use captivate!" And you find yourself thinking, again, like what the hell, this trainer don't know what he's doing-

Captivate only works on pokemans of the opposite gender! And that meowth is OBVIOUSLY male, judging by the obscenely large and cheesy swollen, brown fleshy sheath hanging below its belly, swelling rapidly.

But it yowls its name a few times and that big, scuffed coin on his head glints with an intense light, and Floatsel falls back from Meowth, his pupils widening and expanding as he sounds a confused, scared call again and again, his form writhing from side to side on the ground as his tackle starts to swell and become excited, his senses overwhelmed with the toxic Meowth'd used as soon as he'd taken a chomp-

"We've got him, Meowth! Now use STOMP!" The trainer cries, and Meowth lifts one of those huge feet, about the same width as Floatsel himself, but really fat-

And brings it down on your confused and crying pokemon! But as the huge, oddly human looking foot descends and presses on your Floatsel, it starts to BLOMPH and expand outwards, pressing down over your pokemon's entire form and muffling his cries!

Meowth just rocks his body slowly forward, its fat, arm-thick dong pushing into the open air and jiggling and squirting as the edges of his foot touch the ground all the way around Floatsel, who's now trapped on all sides by this huge, disgusting foot-

And you're like OH SHIT, I'M GETTING TANKED! And you try to recall Floatsel-

But that big greasy meowthpaw's sealed around him all the way, and you can't hit him with the beam! So you just have to stand and listen to Floatsel's confused cries as the attack continues for a good half a minute before the Meowth lifts his foot back up-

You immediately withdraw Floatsel as soon as you can even see a little bit of his flank under that huge foot as it comes off him, and your pokeball shudders violently as the beam is retracted, something that's never happened before.

Given the present situation, you can't worry about it for long, an' you send out Lucario, who uses a few dark moves and sweeps the shit out of Meowth, being a normal type and all, without even havin' to make physical contact with the filthy thing, which at this point is like, giddy and excitedly stomping in place, squirting all over the place while his trainer giggles.

Okay, well, whenever you defeat the trainer, he says somethin' really ominous about him not really minding having lost, because this certainly isn't over yet.

And he slinks off, and you go to the nearby poke'mart (small town, weirdly a store and no poke'center) and buy some pots and stuff-

The whole time you feel your Floatsel in his pokeball sorta' jiggling and convulsing on your belt, like he's poisoned. Whenever you look down at it you notice that the normally red and white pokeball has started to grow over with this weird looking green scuzzy mold-

And of course you're like oh SHIT.

So after you've hit up the Poke'mart you head to the nearest motel, they're pretty plentiful. The one you go to's called Trainers' Inn, and you get a room an' throw yer' pack on the bed-

Before grabbin' Floatsel's ball from your belt. But.. It's like, slick and scuzzy to the touch with this mold, and more than that it feels like it's just a few notches in heat below burning your hand! Oh no, there must be something wrong with Floatsel!

So you hit that little button on the middle of your pokeball an' dump it on the bed, the air distorting for a few moments with what looks like Floatsel's form‾

But as soon as he materializes, you see things have gotten much, much different.

Where he was slightly pear-shaped before, now the squeaky otter is looking downright disproportionate, his ass wider than any point on your body, including your shoulders. His legs are still really short and stocky, but now they end in these HUGE, broad stompers that look ridiculous on him!

You would stop to consider he would look really funny with those things, probably having to waddle around when he moved, but far more pressing is what your fattened poke is doing whenever he appears on the bed.

This thick, cloying footstench immediately blankets the room as soon as he materializes, hitting you in a warm wave along with the fainter smell of cockcheese an' BO and waste. Floatsel has his cute little mitts stretched as far around his huge, squishy tum as he can-

And is working them furiously over a huge, pink pole, pulsing and dribbling with off-yellow colored sludge that immediately starts spraying out in thick, smelly ropes all over your Poke's body and face as he sees you, sounding a VERY excited floatsel call, happy to see his master!

Anyways, you're all like "Holy shit, Floatsel, what happened to you!?" And you like reach down to try to pull his mitts away from his new huge, throbbing tool. Bein' just a floatsel, he's not very strong, and eventually gives up trying to wrap his little grabby hands around it, instead stuffing the soiled paws into his mouth and murmuring his garbled call dreamily as he turns his HUGE feet inwards.

His legs are so stubby that when he does so he can easily slip the heels of his feet underneath his huge, grapefruit sized scuzz-sack and heft it between his arches, while the balls of his huge feet, along with gigantic, jammy toes close around his coke-can thick schlong, beginning to gently and deftly jerk it a few times, the stench growing immediately far, far worse.

So bad it's making you dizzy, and lightheaded.. And.. And giddy, and euphoric. You know you should be scolding your pokemon and stopping him, but he just looks and sounds like he's having so much fun! And you want your pokemon to be happy-

You find the strangeness of the situation abating rapidly as your member begins to pound full of blood, Floatsel having been tainted with all that Vile juice having lost that instinctive limitation to use moves on his own trainer-

And had just hit his trainer with a pretty nasty dose of infatuate. Joe's pupils were beginning to grow an' expand as Floatsel was building to another climax, his calls getting louder and louder as he rolled forward into a sitting position, his feet still jerking his cock, which spasmed and started to squirt and blast Joe from face to chest in thick jets of smelly floatsel seed!

This was far too much for the boy's psyche to handle, and his rapidly failing cognitive processes immediately dug deep into his primal side, struggling to keep up with his suddenly changing body.

Fat was packing onto him and fast, and his tummy and hips and butt felt SO warm! But especially his cock, and his balls! There was this heavy, needy ache that was stronger than anything he'd ever felt before, and as he unzipped his rapidly too-tight pants, he knew he couldn't do anything to resist sating it-

At the same time, his skin was starting to take on multiple hues,ending up somewhere between the human skin tone palette and the bright orange of Floatsel, with his growing gut a creamy white.

It wasn't like the kid wasn't trying to resist or anything, it was simply impossible with the naughty urges his new flesh was driving into him over and over, not to mention the garbled, derpy cacophany of Floatsel's cry, bouncing around inside of the small, smelly room.

So Joe falls forward onto the bed, his body seemingly stopping its expansion whenever his proportions have become pretty impossible looking. He's not literally bursting out of his clothes or anything, but it looks as if his flesh has started to bake out around them, especially around his thighs and ass. His lips feel heavy and hang on his face, drool dribbling from them as the back of his skull starts to stretch under his hair, a thick fin growing in as he watches his pet-

His disgusting, happy, stinky sexy pet roll onto his back once more, lifting up his huge stompers, still clutching his entire junk tightly. His sack sags down over it, but his pet lifts it enough to expose the thick curve of two massive, stinking cheeks between, thick knuckles of flesh running deep into it, forming the largest, dirtiest hole he'd ever seen. It was even bigger than the hole on a Taurus, but looked right at home between his poke's impossibly large ass.

Giggling dumbly, his cognitive function severely decreased at this point, Joe crawls forward an' begins to mount his poke from the front, slidin' his new huge, scuzzy plowstick under those huge heels an' that wet sack into the stinking, trumpetin' canyon beneath‾

An' as he started to push in, he lets himself roll forward, and as he does so‾

Floatsel turns his feet back outwards, letting his huge cock slop wetly down against his big belly. And Joe's belly and chest smoosh into those HUGE, wrinkled, cheesy feet‾

he can feel each fold and wrinkle of the huge, stinky stompers wiping floatsel's grime into his shirt and his flesh, can feel those huge toes curling and clutching at the collar of his shirt, the stink wafting heavily and endlessly right up into his face, frying his brain as he started to fuck his dumb, happy pet.

The manager of the motel had gotten calls from the two neighboring rooms about the noise.. Exactly five of them. He decided enough was enough, and went to go and beat down the door and tell the rude trainer to leave-

But as he strolled up to knock on the door, it was yanked wide open by the same kid he'd rented the room to, wearing the same clothes-

But it looked like he'd been bloated out inside of them! His huge gut was a creamy off-yellow and stuck out under his shirt, hanging down over the front and sides of his pants, which looked like they were choking his wide, girly hips and huge, soggy looking package in the front. The kid had one cute little fang on one side of his mouth that stuck out over his large bottom lip, his mouth pulled into a derpy, happy grin.

An' he had a big, orange fin coming out of the back of his mop of messy, scummy brown hair! Must've been one of those Poke'Fanatics he'd read about that dressed up like 'em. Hell, the kid even looked like he had the orange floatsel hue tattooed all over his sides and around his huge, moist looking navel!

As soon as this kid flung open the door the dark, rotten stench of vile plumed out of the room, and Joe giggled nervously and happily at the guy standing in the door. "Hey, looks like I'm not gonna' need to spend the night after all, I think I'm just gonna' check out now‾!" His voice was slightly more girly and playful, and because of his little fang he spoke with a bit of a lisp.

His voice trailed by his side as he turned his head. "C'mon, Vinny, we're leavin'‾" And the fattest, bottom-heaviest floatsel the guy had ever seen reached up an' grabbed two of the trainer's fingers in his little handpaw, waddling behind him on GIGANTIC, dirty lookin' stompers. "Thanks for the hospitality‾!" The kid said cheerily as he walked by the dude, who was completely fuckin' dumbstruck, and unable to say anything.

And as the weird kid walked by the hotel manager, he lifted one of his large, soft, smooth hands and placed it on the man's cheek, dragging it down his chin lightly and leaving a moist trail of sour stench that would cling to the inside of the guy's nostrils for at least until he could start making his own. And the dude stared as Joe an' Vinny swayed and waddled out of the parking lot-

The thing on the kid's mind? A reeeematch!