Located on the outskirts of the city, Motostoke Chop Shop was equally well-known and well-regarded among the auto-faring populace of the bustling metropolis. Whether by keeping the emergency services' vehicles running on time, polishing up every broken-down automobile to grace the place, or simply pimping out the ride of a rather well-to-do cab driver, few would say the establishment hadn't earned its positive reputation. It was, in fact, a reputation that would be hard to duplicate, especially when the garage itself had its secrets heavily guarded by the bet kind of security money could buy: a gigantic metal fence... as well as a Pokémon or two.

The football that came in from the surrounding forest cared little about that security. Easily arcing above the fence, the white-and-black sphere touched down onto the pavement below, announcing its arrival with a rubbery SLAP. Momentum only continued to launch the ball from there, bounding around and ricocheting off stray rocks and tires until finally hitting the back brick wall of the garage, an action that brought the ball’s velocity to a stop as easily as if you’d just shot it. A few limp bounces heralded the end of the football’s brief reign before it finally brushed up against a pile of scrap metal and laid motionless.

That pile of scrap metal began to stir from this unwanted touch, rising upwards before the ironclad silhouette of an Aggron broke through the debris. Grumpily scanning his surroundings, Aggron concluded with a huff that nothing immediately looked out of the ordinary. He could see a pile of old tires, a rusted-out van, empty metal shelves in need of a repaint, an air compressor. Everything looked to be in shape… at least in the early morning light. Suddenly it all clicked together for the metallic lizard. Aggron shuffled around in his pile of debris for a few seconds, looking for a specific knick-knack. It didn’t take long to find the old electric clock, and hoisting it to his face, he could read the battered display clearly: 7:05 AM. That was exactly fifty-five minutes before he was supposed to wake up today, a statistic the guard mon resented.

Intruder or not, whoever woke him from his nap was going to pay.

How fortunate, then, that an actual intruder had followed the offending intrusion to the chop shop. Within a single bound she had cleared the fence, leaping the structure at a higher angle than her football ever had. Seconds later she had landed cleanly on the asphalt, Aggron getting a clear glimpse of her in the morning sunlight as she steadied herself.

It was a rabbit. Not just any lagomorph, but one clad in white, indigo, and red fur, giving the rabbit Pokémon the appearance of a player in uniform. The intruder was none other than a particularly athletic Cinderace, one whose mind seemed to be focused on anything other than the territory she had entered (a first for one of Aggron’s targets). She bounded from scrap pile to scrap pile, feverishly searching for something that Aggron couldn’t guess the name of. He didn’t care to try guessing, anyways; in the moment, the only action his mind was capable of performing was to the tune of ‘unwanted guest removal’. Stepping out of his nest, Aggron readied his fists. She wasn’t the worthiest of foes to him, but the fairness of the fight didn’t matter. The rabbit clearly meant business coming here, and-

“Oh, hello! Don’t mind me, I’m just passing through as I try to find an incredibly special object of mine. You see, I was playing with it in the forest and things got out of hand and suddenly *whoops* I don’t have my ball anymore and you can tell that’s a darn shame from minute one because my trainer bought me that ball and…”

Aggron’s mind blanked as Cinderace continued to ramble. The fire-type had casually approached the lizard as he’d warmed up, ignoring his frustrated expression and choosing to strike up a particularly gesture-filled conversation with him. It was a new frontier entirely for poor Aggron, unsure as to why the bunny was so charmed to meet him. Was she playing dumb?

“…So, when you break it all down you’d just know he’d cry and then I’d cry because I hate to see him cry so much. There really are no words for me to express just how sad things would be if I didn’t get that ball back…”

Maybe she just was dumb. Aggron wasn’t ready to rule the option out. Still, every second the bun was talking was a second she didn’t have her guard up. This fight would be the steel dragon’s brawl to lose. He just had to find an opening!

“…And it was a downright charming ball, too! Purchased from the best football producers in town, all pumped up to regulation pressure, even came with the extended warranty and everything. Please, you have to help me find it!”

Crud. With her abrupt speech finished, the chances for an opening were rapidly closing. Aggron’s thoughts went into a much more silent tizzy of their own as they attempted all at once to properly shoo away Cinderace. One by one, synapses followed, building immensely in the steel-type’s head until a coherent thought could manage to form:

~ Maybe if I pretend to help her look she’ll go away. ~

The plan was worth a shot. Aggron forced on his most cheerful façade for the briefest of seconds before replying:

“I will help rabbit look for ball. Look under there.” The lizard said dully, pointing to a rusted shelf near the tire compressor.

The façade wasn’t fooling anyone not named Cinderace. The bunny rabbit’s eyes lit up in excitement as the fake truce was given, and a millisecond later she was gleefully sprinting across the courtyard to the compressor in order to continue her search. The shelf in question was anything but bare, with all sorts of unusable parts ranging from engines to pure slag littering it. It was the perfect distraction for Cinderace to investigate, but it could only hold her short attention span for so long.

“Are you sure you saw my football around here?” said Cinderace, a miff of frustration crossing her unyielding grin. “Cuz’ I’m not seeing anything here…”

“Look lower,” Aggron shot back. “Under, even.”

“Alrighty!” Cinderace wasted no time heeding the steel-type’s words, peering underneath the shelves full of car parts until she was practically level with the ground. Not content to end her search there, she peeked her head underneath the shelf itself, inadvertently leaving the rest of her body on display while she squirmed. Raising higher in the open air with each of her movements, Cinderace’s toned glutes happily wiggled alongside her cotton puff of a tail, each shake of which seemingly calling out to Aggron, joyfully announcing that their better half was completely vulnerable for the taking and all set up to be thoroughly obliterated.

To kick the bun’s buns into next week was an enticing concept to the steel lizard, but for now it wasn’t enough. Aggron’s poor nap was interrupted, and a nap-interrupting intruder was one that needed to be not just punished, but humiliated. Scanning his surroundings, Aggron unfortunately couldn’t see much within reach that he could use to humiliate Cinderace, except for…

“Can rabbit find ball?” laughed Aggron, heading to the tire compressor and picking up the attached hose.

“I don’t think it’s here.” Replied Cinderace, her glum voice muffled by the quarter-foot of metal above it.

 “Well, we just need to get rabbit a new one, yes?” said Aggron, striding ever so closer to the unattended bun.

“Don’t be silly, how would we even do that?”

“Aggron thinks it’d be easy,” he chuckled, carefully brining a paw downwards, “we already have replacement ball, just needs to be pumped up to regulation pressure!”

Cinderace screamed in surprise as the cold piece of rubber slipped between her asscheeks, tubing sliding gracefully into her ass and up her intestines. Before she could blink the gift was firmly lodged into her, the hose inside her a foot deep and unwilling to budge.

“W-what’s going on?” she stammered, trying to stumble to her feet and only succeeding in freeing her head from the shelf.

“Getting ball ready for you,” Aggron responded, flicking a switch on the compressor, “Rabbit should sit back and relax!”

The compressor sprang to life with a clunky grumble, the old machine taking precious seconds to start up. Cinderace tried one last time to scramble to her feet, but the sensation of fresh air entering her duff quickly knocked her off-balance once more. Coming down hard on her middle, the fall was cushioned by no other than her middle. Air had entered her stomach at a rapid pace, her belly lunging out with each puff as if she were taking the longest breath of her life. Her burgeoning gut refused to stop there, though. The white flesh grew taut as it swelled like an airbag, first bulging out to the size of a lump, then a pillow, then a medicine ball. Cinderace could feel herself both being lifted up off the ground and doing the lifting in question. With her gut growing positively packed with gas, her curves could only hope to expand upwards.

“Wait! Stop!” Cinderace yelled, “I’m not a ball!”

“Sure rabbit is!” retaliated Aggron, “Aggron saw how high you bounce over fence, surely rabbit could use tune-up?”

“I don’t need to be fixed up!” Cinderace cried, but it was of no use. The hose up her ass certainly wasn’t going to listen to reason, and to that effect it seemed to turn up the flow even faster. Cinderace’s limbs began to join in on the inflation action, swelling like pool noodles and growing even harder to keep bent. The ballooning bunny’s butt cheeks came into their own as air pooled into them, developing into swollen red orbs in their own right. Even her face was growing puffy, giving the impression that the rabbit was rapidly swelling into obesity.

She would soon outsize even that. Marooned belly-down, Cinderace was powerless to stop the runaway pump as it continued to slam gallon after gallon of air into her. The nearby shelf began to dig into her back as she raised to meet the furniture, her gassy curves rubbing up against everywhere they could care to touch. Her limbs began to sink into themselves as air-fattened flesh grew around them. In the span of two minutes, Cinderace’s transformation into a ball of her own right was complete, the red-and-white orb moaning in tight-fisted fear as she realized how limited her movement now was. She was little more than a rabbit-themed balloon that was roughly the size of her tormentor, and twice as heavy.

“Not bad, eh rabbit?” laughed Aggron as he turned the tire compressor off and strolled over to his catch. “See, this ball’s all up to regulation size and pressure. Probably even *better* than regulation!”

“Better!?” wailed Cinderace, “I look like an overgrown Electrode! Please stop before I explode! I’ll do anything!”

“Anything?” said Aggron. “Well, Aggron does need practice with sports…”

“Yes, anything!” she cried once more, “Even that!”

“Well, let Aggron and Rabbit get started then!” said Aggron. Before she had time to react, Cinderace felt the cool strong claws of Aggron dig into her side with a yelp. It took all his might, but suddenly the gas-filled bun was being rolled from her perch, away from the compressor and towards the middle of the courtyard. The lifeless hose slowly unfurled from her butt as they moved away, before kindly dropping out of her ass with a short toot. The cinderballoon was set docilely upright in the dead center of the chop shop, completely helpless and completely aware of that fact.

“So uh… what else do you want from me?” squeaked Cinderace as she wobbled in the morning sunlight.

“Not much, rabbit. Just stand still.” Aggron, looking the bun balloon dead-on, began to back up until he was a good twenty paces away from his target. Shifting his feet on the dirt floor, the steel lizard began to steady himself.

“W-w-what are you doing?” cried Cinderace, her jiggling practically vibrating her entirety like jelly as she watched Aggron’s plot unfold. “W-w-what kind of practice even i-i-is this?”

“The most important practicing part of football sport, rabbit!” replied Aggron as he began his charge at Cinderace. “Field goal!”

“Wait what no no NO NO-“
KKKKRRRRACK!
   
With a devasting Mega Kick, Cinderace was rocketed off her perch and into the air. Soaring like an elegant aircraft, the bunny blimp easily cleared the fence she came over, despite her now engorged size. Cinderace couldn’t even scream as she sailed back into the woods, a mixture of knocked-loose belches interrupting her cries for help. It didn’t matter much; she made it back to the forest much sooner than she landed, placing her actual destination towards the treeline. The cinderblimp slammed into the woods with all the force of a cannonball, jagged branches and twigs ramming into her sides from every angle imaginable.

   “THAT’S NOT EVEN THE RIGHT SPORT!” wailed Cinderace as her surface tension broke. The bun bubble popped like a overblown tire right then and there, tossing up leaves and bark as if a live grenade had just gone off in the woodland. Scraps of red and white fur would make it down to the forest floor, before quickly being painted over by a litter of forest debris. The fire-type was gone, reduced to a state that would make ash cringe.

   Aggron smiled to himself as he watched twigs and leaves continue to rain down on the area. That was a 7-point kickoff for sure! Content with his undoing of the lagomorphic intruder, he made the short walk to his nest of scraps metal. Gathering his possessions together (along with a weird black-and-white rubber sphere near it), the steel-type settled back down to continue his nap.

   Hopefully, no one else would be dumb enough to show up in the next fifty minutes.