"Alistair! Alistair, where the hell did you get to?" a Zorua called as she looked behind her.

A gray Eevee came running up to her. "Sorry, Stella. Stopped for a little snacktime."

"Hogging all the s'more ingredients, I see," Stella noted, shaking her head as she watched the brown and white goo Alistair was chewing in his mouth, which opened wide between each bite. "At the very least, you could share."

Smiling, Alistair handed her some chocolate, marshmallows, and Glameow crackers. Stella happily rewarded herself for her hard work traveling through the forest dungeon by tucking in.

"So… about my evolution. I'm thinking maybe Flareon… or Jolteon… probably not Umbreon, for type coverage's sake." Alistair then smirked devilishly at his partner. "Bet you're jealous of all the options I have."

Stella finished her food, swallowed, and scoffed. "Illusion powers are way cooler. Think of how many Kecleons I've distracted using a double of myself while I loot the shop."

"You're proud of yourself for that?"

"Hey, when you're a rescue team, you gotta take as much as you can. Like whatever's in this treasure chest!"

Stella's eyes sparkled in anticipation as she greedily eyed the treasure chest that lay before her. With any luck, the team's trek through the forest would all have been worth it. With her dainty blue paws, she picked the lock to reveal inside was…

A tuft of white fluff.

"...Isn't this a Drifblim Tuft?" Stella took it out. "This is what we came all this way for?!"

Alistair came to look at it for himself. "Hey, it might not be that wasteful."

"Do you see any Drifblim around here? Much less on our team?"

"She does now."

The duo looked advancing toward them was a Drifblim. "I'd appreciate it if you kids didn't steal my property." she warned them grimly.

"Tough shit, I saw it first. If I came all this way, I'm taking it."

"Uh, Stella, maybe you should just let it slide…" Alistair sounded worried.

Ignoring him, Stella wrapped the white fluff around her neck like a scarf.

"Fine then," the Drifblim said. "If you want it so bad, perhaps I can make it just right for you."

And before either of the younger Pokémon could ask what she meant by that, the Drifblim wrapped its stringy limbs around Stella's two front legs and pulled her closer.

"Hey, unhand me!" Stella struggled, flailing her back legs, but it was no use.

Drifblim opened her mouth, hidden inside the yellow X shape on her front, and locked lips with Stella. Her lips magically bonded to Drifblim's, Stella made muffled noises of protest about the unwanted kiss.

Alistair confusedly watched the whole thing… which then took a turn for the weird.

Stella's body was growing larger. In fact, it was inflating. Her limbs were sticking out of the sides of her round form, which only continued to fill with magical gas. Stella seemed to then suddenly realize what was happening, because she gave muffled screams of terror as she wiggled her four limbs uselessly.

Her brown tail wasn't changing in size at all, so it looked disproportionately small in comparison to her rear. As she continued to fill up fuller and fuller, bigger and bigger, she could be heard moaning in discomfort. By now, the black collar around her neck that had previously been so large was now barely covering any of her brown coat at all. It sure seemed bizarre to see her like this, with so much of her brown coat exposed when previously her appearance had been dominated by the black collar.

Alistair watched as Stella inflated larger, now completely spherical. He wondered if now would be a good time to make a run for it, just in case Stella popped. He wouldn't want to be caught in the explosion, after all, particularly not if it meant getting guts all over him.

The Drifblim removed its lips from Stella's. The poor (nah, her fate was well-deserved) Zorua now resembled a blimp, only with a head at the front, limbs at the sides, and a tail at the back. She found herself slowly floating higher and higher against her will, forcing Alistair to come running over to her to try and grab her tail and keep her anchored to the ground… only for him to get pulled up with her.

Stella was screaming in terror as she floated higher and higher. It seemed at this rate, she would end in outer space. She tried to move away… and found that she had succeeded. Although she could only move forward at a very slow rate, she could, indeed, control the trajectory of her movement by facing in that direction.

"Hey, neat! We're not gonna end up in space after all!" Alistair noted from on Stella's back. "I was worried we'd have to set up a team base on the moon or something."

"This is no time for celebration!" Stella snapped. "Look at me! I look ridiculous! I feel ridiculous!"

"What? How? No one took you seriously before because you were a tiny little Zorua, but now you're super big!"

"You idiot! You think anyone's going to take me seriously now that I'm a freakin' parade balloon?!"

"Okay, yeah, you're right, my bad," Alistair quickly conceded.

"Also, fuck you for just standing there and watching as the Drifblim did… that to me," Stella added with a definite venom in her voice.

"Hey, come on, now," Alistair defended himself. "How did I know she wouldn't just do the same thing to me? It's a good look for you anyway. My very own Zorua airship! Our other teammates and I could lay on top of you and fire stuff at enemies from above."

"Alistair! That's not funny!" Stella angrily scolded him. "If you think I have any intention of staying like this, that's where you're wrong."

"Well, how do you propose we turn you back to normal?" Alistair asked.

"I don't know, but you'd better start thinking, or so help me, I will crush you underneath me!"

Alistair knew for a fact that Stella wasn't capable of carrying through on that threat, what with how soft and squishy she was like this, but opted not to further anger her. "I'd suggest popping you, but that'd probably be lethal."

"Ya think?" Stella replied fiercely.

Just then, the Zorua felt and heard a gurgling inside her round, large body. "Ungh… all this air doesn't agree with my system…"

The large bubble of gas trapped inside her and causing the rumbling noises moved further down her body, before finally, a fart escaped out of her butt, and propelled her forward a short distance through the air.

Alistair snorted and burst out with laughter, but Stella, red in the face, scowled. "Nice to know how mature you are."

Alistair's nose twitched. There was a scent in the air, but it wasn't the typical methane smell he had been expecting. It smelled like… s'mores. "What the…"

Stella sniffed too. "...Wait, is this something to do with that chocolate and marshmallows and the Glameow crackers I had?" she pondered aloud.

"Must be," Alistair agreed. "Wait… maybe you have to get rid of the air inside you that way!"

"Huh," Stella replied. "Anything's worth a shot, I guess, especially if it smells good."

Stella overcame her reservations about her self-image and continued letting out toot after toot.

Alistair held on tight so as not to get knocked off of Stella by the vibrations of the big farts that she was producing, but noted that she didn't seem to be decreasing in size. Despite bottom burp after bottom burp, she was the same massive zeppelin now as she had been when the Drifblim had finished blowing her up.

There was worse to come. The sweet ingredients inside Stella's digestive system had run out of aroma to give to her gas. Instead, her flatulence now smelled like that one dungeon they'd previously been to that had a dead body inside.

Alistair clasped his front paws over his nose. "Stella, stop! It's not working and it smells like something died!"

Although it was a relief not to degrade herself any further, Stella was, of course, disappointed not to be back to her normal shape and size.

"Maybe Guildmaster Hector will know how to fix this?" Stella suggested.

"It's worth a shot," Alistair agreed. "Look, I see the guild right there!"

He pointed in the direction of a four-storey building made to resemble a Grimmsnarl.

Stella steered herself in the direction of the guild.

"Will you be able to stop moving?" Alistair asked while they were waiting for Stella to reach the guild.

"I don't know," Stella admitted. When she did eventually end up directly outside the guild, she tried to make herself stay still, and fortunately, she was able to do so.

Alistair slid off of her and went inside the guild. When he came out, he was accompanied by a Grimmsnarl. "Here she is, boss."

Hector looked at the oversized hot air balloon of a Zorua.

"...Pray tell," Hector began slowly. "How did this happen?"

"Basically, Stella got greedy and wanted to steal some treasure she didn't have a real use for from a Drifblim…"

"Ah, yes, Drifblim. That explains things quite adequately," Hector plainly said. "Alistair, please fetch my alchemy book."

"Right." Alistair went back inside the guild, and came out, this time holding a book in his mouth.

Hector took the book from him and flipped through until he found the part he was looking for. "Here's the solution," he finally stated. "We'll give Miss Zeppelin here a berry drink that will undo the changes the Drifblim made to her digestive system, thus preventing her body from creating any more gas and getting rid of the gas she already does have."

"...Oh, I see!" Alistair nervously began. "You mean she'll burp it all out, right? ...Right?"

"No." Hector shook his head. "It could cause her to suffocate."

Alistair's ears drooped. He knew exactly where this was going. "So you mean it'll come out of her… um…"

"Oh my yes." Hector turned to look at Stella. "Maybe Miss Zeppelin here will think twice before giving grief to others."

Stella clenched her eyes shut and wished that something sharp would come along and pop her to put her out of the misery of being seen like this.

"Fetch me these berries and my mortar and pestle." Hector showed Alistair the list of berries needed to make the drink.

Once Alistair was back with the required items, Hector combined the ingredients until the drink was made. He then approached Stella, ready to pour it down her throat.

"Sir, wait!" Alistair objected. "When all that gas comes out of her butt, we'll have a Stinkageddon on our hands. We don't want that, do we?"

"Well, how would you get around the issue?" Hector enquired.

Alistair racked his brain for a solution, until he remembered how Stella had eaten the s'more ingredients, and the effect they had had on the odor of her expulsions. "We gotta give her some marshmallows and chocolate and Glameow crackers.

One expensive trip to the store later…

Alistair heaved as he wheeled the carrier holding the boxes of food back to the guild where Stella and Hector were waiting. Now that he was finished, he removed his front paws from the carrier and went back to standing on all fours instead of just his back paws. "Alright, Stella, open wide."

Hector opened the boxes. "You tie her down so that the expulsion doesn't propel her away," Hector instructed Alistair.

So while Alistair was wrapping ropes around Stella and tying them to stakes in the ground, Hector opened the food boxes and fed their contents, one by one, into Stella's waiting maw. It didn't long before she was groaning from the overdose of junk.

Next, it was time for the berry drink. Hector poured it into Stella's mouth.

Stella's gut gurgled. "Unngghh… I don't feel so good…"

Alistair and Hector, meanwhile, took cover in the guild's bomb shelter.

Lacking control over it, Stella found herself lifting up her tail and then letting out the most enormous fart of her life. Unlike before, it was causing her to shrink and become gradually less spherical in size, until finally, she was back to her normal size.

She woozily came out from underneath the ropes and then rubbed her backside in pain. "Is… it over?"

"Yep!" Through his nostrils, Alistair inhaled the aroma of s'mores in the air. "And the air smells amazing."

Later that evening, the rest of the guild members commented positively on the smell that lingered around until the next day. Alistair, Stella, and Hector, however, all considered it best not to explain why or how it was there.