Smells of Drifblum

Here are the personality traits of the main characters in this story:

Buizel:

• Loves his girlfriend Sylveon deeply and is devastated by her transformation
• Has a strong libido and is easily aroused, especially when thinking about Sylveon or being touched by other Pokémon
• Is adventurous and brave for venturing out to help others despite his fear of Drifblim
• Can be quite selfish at times, focusing more on his own pleasure than considering how it might affect others

Umbreon:

• Highly sensual and sexual, drawn to Buizel's scent and arousal
• Confident in her sexuality and not afraid to pursue what she wants
• Mischievous with a playful streak, enjoying teasing Buizel as they engage in their activities together
• Not very concerned with long-term consequences or relationships; focused more on immediate gratification

Sylveon (not directly present but mentioned): Based on Buizel's memories:

• Sweet-natured, giggly girl who loved making him laugh
• Affectionate towards Buizel, with a loving and devoted personality
• Innocent and naive before her transformation; not very experienced sexually
• Had a strong bond with Buizel that transcended physical appearance

The other Pokémon (not directly present but mentioned):

• Easily frightened by the Drifblim threat
• Quick to panic and flee in the face of danger rather than banding together or planning strategically
• Selfishly focused on their own survival over helping others who may be trapped or transformed

Overall, this story features characters driven heavily by their desires - whether it's Buizel's love for Sylveon mixed with his sexual needs, Umbreon's sensual nature seeking pleasure wherever she can find it, or even the other Pokémon prioritizing self-preservation above all else. The focus is more on immediate wants and less on long-term goals or relationships.

Buizel couldn’t sleep, however. His mind was, for some reason, stuck on the events in town, all while his body felt hot and there was a dreadful feeling in the pit of his stomach. He was lucky, he thought, to be in this group. He had barely made it to the town hall, he realized.

His girlfriend wasn’t so lucky. He had tried, however, tried as hard as he could, up until she was no longer a she and he couldn’t recognize any familiar spark in her eyes. Up until she suddenly turned around and tried to attack him, instead. He barely escaped ‘her’ grasp and made it to where he heard the remaining Pokemon were holding up.

He shut his eyes tight and frowned. His mind went back to the sight of his girlfriend changing. The Buizel puffing up, inflating, entire body becoming one round mass with her limbs stubby and useless. Her ass rounding out and her hole swelling and stretching to unnatural proportions until it started letting out more of the very gas that was changing her. Her womanhood... vanishing, a large and eager rod taking its place and ejaculating. The look on her face, shifting from fear to absolute bliss and pleasure part way through...

Buizel wondered if she recognized him, if she realized who it was she was attacking after she had fully given in. Perhaps she just wanted to share the pleasure, share her gift. Or perhaps there was nothing left of her inside the strange orange Drifblim that had taken her place.

He desperately wanted to see her again. He felt more frightened than others may have assumed of him. He also felt... needy. He hadn’t realized his own paw rubbing at his engorged dick. It was shameful to be doing such a thing when anyone could see, but another part of him thought that made it more... exhilarating.

His belly was completely round, plump even, with his rear swollen and puffy and his cheeks feeling rather squishy. He bit his lower lip to keep himself from making too much noise as he continued to paw himself. His mind continued to drift... drift... he missed his girlfriend oh so much... he could just imagine grabbing that Drifblim and sticking his rod into his gashole... his cock twitched needfully in his paw. He needed release. So much pressure... too much pressure... the pit in his stomach was moving downward, into his rump, his pucker squeezing and stretching as a quiet gasp left his mouth. Pffrt

A wet fart escaped his rump, his starfish opening up wide to let the buildup of gas escape freely. His face felt flush as his eyes grew hazy. It felt good, amazing. The pressure inside finally finding an exit. It was as if part of his mind had gone out with the wind much like that gas did. It was as if he were possessed. A paw moved to his rear, squeezing the soft mass and spreading a cheek apart while his other paw continued giving his cock much needed attention.

Another roll of gas escaped him, causing a shiver to go through his body and a spurt of cum to shoot out from his length, yet it still didn’t feel as if it were enough. He felt as if he were walking on clouds. His neck had inflated out to the point where his head and torso seemed to be one round shape aside from his collar, which had inflated out as well. His body had grown as it ballooned outward. To the point where his paws could reach his rear or his dick, yet he didn’t notice as he continued thrusting forward regardless, even as his legs left the ground when another long, smelly wet burst of pungent air escaped his wide open asshole, pushing him upward and leaving him floating. The other noises in the cave didn’t particularly reach him, lost as he was in his own pleasures and scent.

The other Pokemon were scattering and shouting all while he thrusted in the air. Unbeknownst to him, a white cloud formed atop his head, and several thin strips pushed out from his ‘belly’. As a yellow ‘X’ formed over his mouth, Buizel shuddered. “Drif...” he moaned, shooting out another load from his engorged cock.

“Okay then... heheh...” Nuzleaf smirked, her nose still shielded as she carefully slided further and further away from where the others had ran. As hoped, they all seemed to quickly forget that there was more than one target at the presence of a particularly loud one.

“Idiots... alright, c’mon! Lemme wallop on ya a while! You’re gonna pay for messing with my home!” She struck at the nearest one with a Feint Attack, and then leaped away from one who seemed about ready to grab at her with their weird little flat arms. They were mindless enough to just keep following after her one after another, which made it easy to lead them around. She smirked confidently and backpedaled, moving into the tree line opposite where the others had gone. “This is too easy, it’s almost fun messing with ya!” she snickered.

Still they kept following her. She moved back some more and struck again. To her disgust, when she hit the poor victim turned horny Drifblim, they let out quite a loud and nasty sounding rip and even ejaculated from the forceful pressure. She leaped back to make sure none of its fluids got on her, and she quickly noticed just how deep its smell had gotten. It was enough to make her eyes water as she backpedaled further. She continued backpedaling with a grimace. "For big dumb balloons you’re all pretty tough..." she though, seeing the one she attacked get back up as if it were nothing. She shook the wooziness out of her head as she moved farther from the smelly pack. As long as she didn’t breathe in too much she’d be fine.

"I think I’ve given the others enough time... now I just gotta run, heh. Look at me, playin’ the hero... and they said I couldn’t be guard." Nuzleaf smirked to herself.

She turned around and blinked at the strange black hole that took up most of her sight before the hole moved around her head, drowning her in the most pungent and disgusting aroma she could ever imagine. Before her arms could react to push the monster on top of her, she felt its arms wrap around her body.

“Driiiif...” Buizel moaned lustfully. Pfrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt The powerful jet of infectious and odorous fumes blasted directly onto Nuzleaf. Her eyes rolled up their sockets as the gas entered every hole and pore possible. It filled her nostrils, it burned her throat and lungs, it seemed to go entirely through her, filling her entire body. Buizel came as he held onto the Nuzleaf, pumping his puffy asshole over her head as he let out another hot jet of gas onto and into his victim.

Frrrrrrrrrrrrt Nuzleaf gagged, choking on the toxic air within the balloon’d Pokemon. Pfffffrrrrrrrrt Her belly visibly pushed outwards, as if the gas itself was inflating her like a balloon, giving her a large potbelly that was out of place on her slim figure. Her head was rattled, impossible to think, all she could feel and focus on was this disgusting, strong smell that invaded her entire being. Pfffrrrrrrrrt Pfffrrrt

Her legs wobbled as the strong jet of gas escaped her own pucker, leaving it feeling sensitive and stretched. It was as if the Drifblim’s gas had managed to push itself through her entire body and find an exit of its own. It was gross, awful, it made her legs weak. She fell to her knees, drooling, half conscious as her arms fell away from the orange colored Drifblim’s round bottom. Everything was a haze. A wide, airy haze that threatened to lift her up, up, and away. She groaned, head still buried within the Drifblim, more of that gas filling every part of her head. Her body was growing, puffing up wildly until the Drifblim was pushed upwards as her body began to increase entirely in size along with roundness.

Her entire torso became comically round as he continued farting into her, filling her up with gas faster than it escaped her increasingly hot and sensitive, stretched out pucker. Frrrt Frrrt The Drifblim on top farted, and then the Pokemon below him followed soon after.

The other Drifblim surrounded the two, pressing their needy rods and humping against them, their own gasses mixing and meshing with theirs and each other’s. She could feel them all touching her. Her sensitive, soft body. Her hands felt limp, useless. Her feet felt like she were walking on clouds. Her thick upper legs shrank inwards, closer to her torso while the light brown coloration spread over the bottom portion of her round torso until her tiny, stubby feet stuck out uselessly from her nearly sphere-shaped body. Her anus stretched and squeezed, pucker pushing out as another well of gas, this one seeming to come out more naturally, pushed out from her bottom. “Mnuuuggggh...” Nuzleaf gave a muffled moan from her smelly prison. She wasn’t struggling, no. She had no mind to struggle with. Her head was in the toxic cloud, figuratively and literally.

Another wet jet of disgustingly addicting air forced itself into her mouth, stretching her cheeks and neck and forcing them outwards. Her head swelled and softened in features and shape until she had no neck or chin left. The sides of her head were squashed within the Buizelblim’s plugged hole. “Driiiif...” Buizelblim moaned, thrusting his body forward as he could feel something clogging his bottom, something preventing his release. Nuzleaf could only moan, flailing useless limbs and bouncing with an ever decreasing weight to her body. Her soft, sensitive body.

Yet there was something else, something not so soft. Possibly the only hard part of her body. Something alien. Alien, yet feeling so good. On her lower half, a strange, unfamiliar throbbing.

“Driiif...” Buizelblim shuddered, feeling the rising pressure. It felt as if he would pop if he didn’t release right now. His entire body quaked, his asshole puckering up and squeezing at Nuzleaf’s head, causing her to release another wet bout of gas from an exposed, bloated asshole.

PFFRRRRRRRRRT With a wet pop, Nuzleaf was dislodged from the orange balloon ghost’s asshole, the unfortunate victim’s eyes rolling as the white cloud formed atop her... no, his head. Yes, the large and engorged rod on his form was clear, throbbing and dripping needfully as that nasty, heavy stench filled his entire being. “Bliiim...” Nuzleaf moaned from a small, yellow colored flat mouth under his still pointy nose, wobbling and bouncing slightly as he floated into the air and joined his brothers. They grinded against him, and he did so back, his cock spurting fluids that painted his belly as well as theirs.

“Driiif...” “Driif...” “Blim...” “Drifbliiim...” The newest balloon seamlessly joined the flock. They had all quickly forgotten about their victim, they just accepted that there was one more Drifblim than there may have been mere moments ago. They basked in the stench of so many Drifblims, even as they started moving once more.

Moving wherever the wind took them... To you... Of Course.