Rhett's Bathroom Fantasies

Rhett stood in his flooded bathroom, breathing from scuba gear and peering through his goggles at his crush, Littlefoot, who was squirming about on the floor with their arms and legs tied up, a throbbing erection between his legs as he struggled to not inhale... 
Of course, most of this wasn't truly the case. While Rhett was indeed wearing goggles and scuba gear, Littlefoot was nowhere to be found in this ordinary, non-flooded bathroom. Rhett was simply fantasizing about seeing that fat dino drowning in front of him.
In his mind, Rhett could see Littlefoot looking up at him, fear and desperation in his eyes as his cheeks slowly grew, a purple tint now having formed on them. Rhett made no move to help them, instead just smiling as he walked to the opposite side of the room, taking a deep breath and pulling out his regulator. "Yoblu wablnt thblis?", he imagined himself gurgling, pointing at the regulator letting a stream of bubbles loose. "MMM!", Littlefoot would reply, frantically nodding. "Coblme anbld geblt iblt, thblen!" With that, he sat down and placed the regulator on the floor, puffing his cheeks as he now held his breath himself.
Littlefoot wriggled across the floor at a glacial pace, cheeks inflating further and beginning to turn blue. Rhett just sat and masturbated, watching Littlefoot slowly inch closer and closer to the air source he so desperately needed... Until, just as Littlefoot opened his mouth to get at the regulator, Rhett snatched it up and held it above him. "Wablit, nblo, chblangbled mbly miblnd", he lied, having never intended to let Littlefoot breathe. "HRK, BLBLP!", Littlefoot went, his only chance of survival now several feet above him with no way to be reached. "Nblow...", Rhett said. "Leblt mble seble yoblu drblown." With that, he put the regulator back in his mouth to breathe again, put his hands on Littlefoot's humongous cheeks, and squeezed. "BRLBRLRBLLRBL!", went the cloud of bubbles spilling from Littlefoot's mouth, the last of his air quickly floating away.
Staring at Rhett with a terrified expression, Littlefoot let out muffled grunts as he did everything he could to not breathe, determined to not give Rhett what he wanted. But, as his eyelids drooped and his senses faded, a bit of water trickled through his nostrils and into his throat, and that was all it took. Littlefoot hicupped, trying to force out the invading water with what little air remained in his lungs, then finally couldn't hold on any longer.
"G-GHHUUUAAAGLGLK!"
Now thrashing about on the floor, Littlefoot choked and hacked, his rock-hard dick sending a load of cum into the water that was now flooding his body. Rhett, too, had an orgasm, watching Littlefoot fitfully gasping at their aquatic surroundings-
PSSSSHHHHH! "GAH, fuck!" The sink faucet had turned on, for whatever reason. So had the bathtub faucet, and even the showerhead... "The hell?" Rhett got up and went to the sink. Neither of its handles had been moved, so why was it on? He tried turning them, though it didn't do anything. Opening the cabinet below the sink, he checked the pipes... And questioned why he did, as he had no idea whatsoever how they worked.
SSSSSSHHHH! Rhett looked up to see that the sink's faucet was now blasting a jet of water, and so were the tub's and the showerhead! "W-what the fuck!?" Almost immediately the tub and sink were overflowing, spilling so much water onto the floor that it was quickly filling the room! "Shit, SHIT!" He ran over to the door and... Failed to open it. The door was stuck for some reason! Rhett hit it a few times, accomplishing nothing, and yelled for help. "SOMEONE HELP, I'M GONNA DROWN IN HERE!" He then tried the window, which was also stuck. Hitting that as well, he yelled again. "HELP! HELP ME!"
Rhett was running out of ideas, and time, the water now reaching his waist. He pushed the sink's faucet handles as if he were trying to turn it off, even though they were already in the "off" position. They didn't move, so he pushed harder... And broke them off completely, still having made no difference. "God damn it, there has to be a way to stop this!" He tried the same tactic with the bathtub's handle, with the same result of it breaking off, though it needed a fair bit more force.
Then, with the water at his chest, he realized he still had the air tank on him! He quickly took it off, having some difficulty with its weight, and went back to the door. Raising the tank above his head, he reeled back and slammed the tank against the door.
Bang! 
He wasn't sure it would do anything, especially with him not being strong enough to properly handle its weight, but he gave it another hit.
Bang! "Fucking come on!"
Still no effect, and with the water now reaching his neck, he didn't have much more time to hit things with the tank. Still, he tried once again.
Bang! "Gah, why are these tanks so fucking heavy!? Huuuup!"
Nothing again, and Rhett took a deep breath just before his mouth was submerged, giving up on the door and swimwalking back to the window, raising up the tank again and hitting it against the glass.
Bang "Hmm!"
The water made the tank's weight more manageable, but now he couldn't get as much momentum with it! He tried another go.
Bang "Blph!"
Rhett almost turned to head back to the sink, but he saw someone walking outside! They were quite far away, but he had to at least try to get their attention, waving his arms around with a bubbled shout. "HBLEY! HBLELP MBLE!" They didn't notice, so he kept trying. "HBLELP, IBL'M GOBLNNA FUBLCKIBLNG DRBLOWN!" That last yell had emptied his lungs, so he sucked a quick breath from the regulator as he tried one more time, the person outside beginning to leave his field of view. "NBLO, DOBLN'T LEBLAVE! HBLELP!" Then, he couldn't see them any more. Strapping the air tank to his back again and putting the regulator in his mouth, Rhett started looking through drawers and cabinets for anything that might help, only finding medicine, hygiene products... And a bunch of sex toys? He didn't remember these being here... But, floating above them was a bottle full of air! That would certainly be useful if his scuba tank ran out, but he really hoped it wouldn't come to that point. Along with those, he also noticed a sheet of (presumably waterproof) paper with something written on it. Thankful he'd happened to be wearing goggles, he picked it up and read it:
Rhet,
I am SICK of you trying to prove you're better than me, when you're clearly not. You never shut the hell up about it, so I decided I would FORCE you to. Considering you had no reason to open this cabinet, the room's probably already flooded, and you're holding your breath as you read this. I did KIND OF feel bad about setting up this trap, so I left you some toys and a bottle of... Well, something that'll help. Not like it matters, you'll be sucking up water in a few minutes anyway. Have fun, slut.
Shorty
It seemed their rivalry had gotten more serious than Rhett thought. Fucking Shorty, of course HE did this... How'd he manage all this when he can't even spell my name right? And what does he mean, "something that'll help"? Okay, so the bottle would be a last resort then.
He continued to look for any way to escape. Maybe the drains were clogged? He looked into the sink's drain... No problems, as far as he could tell. He reached down and smacked the pipes a few times, but nothing changed. Then, over to the bathtub's drain, which seemed fine as well. Regardless of what he saw, clearly there was some issue with the drains, so Rhett started looking around for some kind of drain cleaner. After rummaging about for a minute, he found... Liquid drain cleaner. Fuck's sake, how am I supposed to use this!?
Tossing it aside, he went back to the door and took a good look at it. He wouldn't be able to break through it, even if there wasn't water slowing him down, but the 3 hinges were on this side, so he might be able to unscrew them somehow. Rhett gave it a shot with just his fingers, but it quickly became clear that that wouldn't work. So, off he went in search of something that would work.
Several minutes passed, and all he found that seemed even remotely viable was a nail file. Whatever, I can make this work. He did his best to jam it into the top of a screw in the middle hinge, and it fit! Barely, but that was enough, and Rhett eventually managed to remove the screw. Hell yeah! Gonna get out of here, and then I'll go kick Shorty's ass for this! Another screw removed, then another, and the first hinge came loose! Then, he started on the top hinge, getting most of the way through removing a screw before he lost his grip on the file and it fell to the floor. Agh, damn it... Rhett leaned over to pick it up, the heavy air tank on his back causing him to lose his balance just as his fingers brushed against the file, sliding it forward... Through the gap under the door! "Oblh, FUBLCK OFBLF!", he glubbed, the regulator dropping from his mouth and quickly being put back in place. He laid down to look under the door, seeing the file at least hadn't gone that far. Alright, that's not too bad, I can find something to pull it back.
Rhett checked around the room... The bar of the towel rack would probably work! He tried to pull it loose, but it was a lot more secure than he expected, and even hanging from it wasn't enough to do anything. Figuring he'd do better by hitting it with something, he unstrapped the scuba tank again and slammed it down on the bar.
Bang! Hitting the bar from above let him more effectively use the tank's weight, and he could already see the bar starting to bend. Rhett raised up the tank and slammed the bar again.
CRACK! With that hit, the bar snapped in half... And, both sides were still securely attached to the rack, and there was no way he could get a solid hit on either of them now. Ugh, this WOULD happen.
With the towel rack's bar broken, Rhett went back to looking for anything else that might work, before something awful started happening... "Hff! Hhfff!" It was starting to get hard to breathe. Already!? But I- Oh for fuck's sake, I always forget to fill the damn thing! His forgetfulness was really screwing him this time, giving him just another few minutes to escape instead of the hours he could have had.
Now too panicked to focus on any kind of plan, he simply started banging on the door again, hoping its lost hinge would weaken it enough for him to knock it loose. Each breath took more effort than the last, until finally, Rhett couldn't seem to get any more air. "Hk! HM!" Ugh, damn it, this just keeps getting worse! Removing the now-empty tank from his back, he puffed his cheeks as he held his breath. Because of the difficulty he'd had with breathing, the air in his lungs wasn't even very fresh, so he wouldn't be able to last as long as he normally could...
Although, the room hadn't fully flooded yet, and it looked like Rhett might be able to get a breath from the surface if he was quick about it! Running over to the counter, he struggled to awkwardly climb onto it, stood on his tippy-toes, and just barely managed to get his lips above the water. "Huuf! Hu-blrgl!" Already, the water was too high for him to avoid sucking in water with his breaths, so he jumped and got the deepest breath he could before the air would be truly out of reach. "Huuup!" And, just like that, the only air he'd have from now on was what was in his lungs. Maybe what was in that bottle, as well, if it really was air. Hopping off the counter, Rhett went back to the door, picking up the drained air tank and bashing it against the door again. Maybe I can wear it down if I just keep this up... So, he continued.
A minute passed, then another, until his arms were too tired for him to keep trying. The tank slipped from his hands, and landed on his toes! "ABL-MM!" He yelped in pain, then covered his mouth to keep from losing more air. All the exertion had taken a lot of his oxygen, and his lungs were already starting to burn. With his arms too tired to continue hitting things, all Rhett could really do was look through the drawers and cabinets again for anything he might have missed. That bottle was starting to be rather tempting...
Another minute. Rhett's big belly was heaving, cheeks slowly expanding and turning purple, when he heard a knock at the window... It was Shorty! Rhett ran over to the window and glared at him with a burbly growl. Shorty just waved at him and started setting up a tripod.
"Hey there, Rhett! Don't mind me, just making sure I'll get to see the best part of this."
"FUBLCK YOBLU!"
"Sorry, what was that? Hard to tell with all those bubbles!"
"IBL'M GOBLNNA FUBLCKIBLNG KIBLLL YOBLU!"
"One more time?"
"IBL ABLM GOBLING TBLO KHbl-" Rhett's eyes widened and he grabbed his neck. He'd just bubbled out all his air!
Shorty laughed. "God, you're stupid. If that doesn't prove I'm better than you, nothing will!" He set his camera to start recording, adjusting it a bit to make sure it had a good view of Rhett's scared, blue face.
"Right, I'm out. Wish I could stay to watch this live, but I've got some other stuff to take care of. Goodbye, Rhett! Looking forward to not needing to put up with your shit any more."
Shorty walked out of view, leaving Rhett by himself again, both hands on his neck as the inferno in his lungs continued to intensify. He stumbled around the room, out of ideas and hoping to find something at least slightly helpful. Some water seeped past his lips, and he swallowed it to keep it from his lungs, but more kept coming in, so he kept gulping. With about 30 seconds of this involuntary drinking, Rhett noticed his belly beginning to expand, and that his dick was fully erect. He had always wanted to know how drowning felt, though he certainly would have preferred a safer situation than this.
His mind starting to cloud from the lack of oxygen, Rhett fell to his knees, starting to hiccup as he took bigger gulps of water. Soon, he laid down and curled up on the floor, moving a hand from his neck to his mouth to try to stop the water slipping into it, though it simply went in through his nostrils instead. Suddenly, his body started jolting, the tips of his fingers and toes starting to go numb as he reached his limit. With his cheeks the size of beach balls, his belly looking like he'd swallowed a couple of them, and his dick throbbing hard, he finally gave up.
"mm, Hm, HMM, HR-GHHUUUAAGKLGKLKH!!!"
Arching his back, Rhett loudly gasped a lungful of water and started thrashing in desperation, hacking the water back out to just suck more back in, over and over. After a good 20 seconds of choking, determination surged through him. Laying here writhing wouldn't accomplish anything, he had to keep going. With an extreme effort, he managed to regain enough control of himself to slowly stand up, coughing out the last few bubbles in him as he ran back to the door once again, frantically pounding on it as his gurgling filled the room. "GLGLUK! HUURGHGRGL!"
Then, he ran back to the window to hit that as well. As he did, he saw someone outside, off in the distance! Or, was his blurring vision just making it seem like someone was there? Rhett wasn't going to risk not trying to get their attention, just in case they were real, waving his arms around with a gargly scream. "HEGLP! HUELP M-GLK-ME!" With that person not having noticed, Rhett focused hard to try to make them out... Oh, that wasn't a person, it was a small, discolored tree.
He glanced around the room again, returning his hands to his neck as he continued taking in water, then ran to the sink and started tearing through the drawers, tossing an assortment of useless things behind him as his frantic choking continued. "HLUK, AGHK! GLUULKH!" Frustrated with how long it was taking, Rhett simply yanked the drawer out completely and overturned it, sending its contents tumbling to the floor, then doing the same with the other drawers. He rummaged through the pile of stuff, finding nothing helpful, his dick growing so hard it started aching, then the cabinet with the sex toys and bottle caught his eye.
Praying that it had air, Rhett snatched up the bottle, fumbled with its cap for a moment before unscrewing it, then put the opening to his mouth and gasped deeply. Two feelings rushed over him in that moment: Relief, and extreme arousal! The bottle was full of aphrodisiac! A second later, he came hard, moaning loudly and barely managing to cover his mouth to avoid bubbling away the "air" as he shot load after load into the water. Overwhelmed by the pleasure, Rhett fell to his knees, jacking off to prolong his intense orgasm as long as possible.
A full 10 seconds passed before his climax began to die down, though he still felt incredibly horny. He needed to try to ignore it, though, and get the hell out! Holding in the oxygenless aphrodisiac with his cheeks puffed up and nose held shut, thinking it could sustain him like air, Rhett shuffled over to the pile of random stuff he'd dumped from the drawers and looked through it some more... Yep, still nothing useful. Then, he checked the pipes under the sink again. While he still had no idea how any of it worked, loosening them might drain the water, and from there he'd just have to hang on until the water was low enough that he could breathe again.
Rhett's waning strength was only enough to give the pipes a few pitiful smacks, so he struggled to his feet and wobbled over to the air tank, planning on hitting the pipes with it, though he couldn't lift it with just one hand... And now, he was too horny to focus. Off he went to peruse the sex toys Shorty had left him, deciding on a fleshlight at first, then tossing it aside in favor of a dildo. Leaning forward against a wall, propped up by just his head, Rhett pushed the dildo into his ass without hesitating, though he winced from the momentary pain as he hadn't properly prepared.
Now sliding the dildo in and out, Rhett moaned into his cheeks, inflating them as he still held his nose shut to keep from losing any "air". He was so ridiculously horny that it didn't take long for him to reach an orgasm, shoving the dildo down to its base as his eyes rolled back and he shot cum against the wall for a few seconds. After riding out his climax, he slowly pulled the dildo loose and tossed it away.
Going so long without any extra oxygen was certainly taking its toll on Rhett; he felt dizzy, and his vision was beginning to blur, but his oxygen-starved mind assumed those were just side effects of the aphrodisiac. Stumbling back to the air tank, a hand still pinching his nose, he decided to just roll the thing to where he needed it. It was slow going, and it kept getting stuck on its hose, but he made progress with it. Sstupid thing... Hurry up, dammmit...
Finally getting the tank close to the pipes, Rhett struggled to lift it... He still couldn't, so he carefully moved his other hand from his nose to be able to use both hands, losing a few bubbles in the process as he... Once again got too horny to concentrate. He didn't feel like using a toy this time, simply sitting down to save energy as he jacked off. It took a fair bit longer than before, but he once again sent a load into the water, opening his mouth to moan without thinking. "Mmblgulbgl-Hrk!" He immediately covered his mouth, but he'd already lost a lot of his "air". Ffuckssake...at least thhere's mmore... With his oxygen nearly completely gone, Rhett was getting delirious, and believed the bottle that had held the aphrodisiac still had more, despite it having been emptied out over a minute ago.
Assuming it was closer than it really was, he grabbed at the water a good distance away from the bottle, then crawled towards it. Eventually getting close enough, Rhett succeeded at grabbing the bottle, then brought it to his mouth and inhaled. "Hluu-ulk! H-huuulp..." It tasted different than he remembered, and caught in his throat for a moment, but at least he had it back in his lungs. Though, of course, it was only water he'd inhaled.
Beginning to crawl back to the pipes and air tank, Rhett noticed... He wasn't alone? Littlefoot was laying there on the floor, tied up and panting water, just like in Rhett's fantasy. Whuh...Ssince wwheh...wwhaever... Littlefoot wasn't really there, obviously, Rhett was just hallucinating. Still, getting horny again through placebo effect, thinking he had an aphrodisiac in his flooded lungs, Rhett decided he'd have a go at them.
Somehow finding the strength to stand up, he stumbled over to Littlefoot's backside, giving their butt a smack and grabbing it to raise it up a bit. In reality, he'd swatted at nothing, then picked up the fleshlight he'd previously discarded. "hmngh...llovvve y-hic-yur assss...Llittl-glp-ffff...", Rhett gurgled to his imaginary lover, not even realizing he'd started breathing again. With a surprising amount of force for how drowned he was, he shoved his dick into the fleshlight, thinking he was penetrating Littlefoot, who would have sleepily turned his head to look back at Rhett, their tongue hanging from their open mouth.
Rhett continued fucking the fleshlight, starting to gulp at the water again, further inflating his already bloated belly as his vision dimmed and senses dulled. By the time he neared yet another climax, that middle of his protruded out nearly 2 feet, though he was somehow still able to stay standing despite the weight of the water within it. "hulgh...ulp...hic..." Rhett was barely awake, now, and would likely pass out not long after this next-
He heard knocking at the window again. "...I...g-gluk-got ituhh...", he told the non-existent Littlefoot, unknowingly dropping the fleshlight he didn't even know he was holding, and... Not exactly walking, more like doing a controlled fall, towards the window. Shorty was outside again, and now, Rhett really wasn't alone.
"How in the fuck are you still alive!? It's been..." Shorty checked his watch. "7 minutes!"
"hhh...whho...yyyy..." Rhett had forgotten who Shorty was, and neither of the two could currently understand each other; Rhett was too drowned to comprehend what Shorty was saying, and Shorty couldn't hear Rhett's waterlogged speech.
"I came back here assuming you were done, but apparently you just have gills or something. Where are they, in your fatass stomach?"
"...ghl...ul..." Rhett was so, so tired, eyes rolling back for a moment as he briefly lost consciousness, then woke up again.
"Feeling sleepy, are you? Close your eyes, then. Fucking die already, this is ridiculous."
Obviously, Rhett didn't understand a word of that, and wouldn't have listened anyway, starting to jack off again instead.
"Oh, that reminds me, did you see the stuff I left for you? Wait, yeah, I can see the fleshlight back there. Did you try out the bottle, too? What a surprise that must have been!"
Rhett's masturbation was helping him wake up a bit, and he was now humping at the window, rubbing his dick up and down against it.
"Man, you're beyond fucked up right now, putting on a show like that. Looks like I came back at the right time!"
"...hrh...glrgl..." Rhett's eyes rolled back again, this time not from briefly passing out, but from the pleasure of an orgasm, sending a fairly small amount of cum against the window.
"I wonder how many times you came during all this... Probably a lot, if you got that aphrodisiac in you."
"...HRK, G-GHK, ULB" Suddenly, Rhett's muscles started to misfire, wasting the last tiny bit of oxygen left in his blood as he started choking again, already starting to slow back down.
"There it is! Christ, took you long enough. Sweet dreams, you weird, fatass... Like, half-fish, or some shit."
"Grkh, hulp...ur......" Slumping against the window, Rhett finally passed out, with no sign he'd recover this time.

With the show finally being over, Shorty stopped the camera's recording and packed up the tripod, turning to leave... Then, he looked back at the window, Rhett's drowned body pressed against it. I'd better not just leave him there. The longer this whole thing goes without being discovered, the better. Shorty went around to the front, grabbing the key from under the fake rock to unlock the front door, heading for the flooded bathroom. Stopping just in front of its door (and briefly confused by a file that was on the floor for some reason), he gave the wall left of the doorframe a solid smack, revealing a concealed screen. He almost pressed the button to drain the water from the bathroom, but hesitated. If that freak could handle drowning that long, I'd better give him a while to marinate in there. Shorty then leaned against a wall and waited.
Five minutes ought to be enough... With that, he started the system to drain the water, waited another minute for that to be done, then headed into the still-soaked bathroom, closing the door behind him. There Rhett was, now laying on the floor on his back, most of his body a deep blue. Huh. He looks pretty good in blue... Now, how do I get this lard-ass out of here? With so much water in Rhett's belly, there was no possible way Shorty would be able to move him... Maybe he could squeeze out the water, as if Rhett were a giant sponge?
Turning Rhett's head to its side, Shorty squeezed their belly. Sure enough, some water spurted from Rhett's mouth. Ah, good, this'll work. It'll take forever, but it'll work. Before he did it again, though, he thought he heard something... No, it... It couldn't be... He put an ear to Rhett's mouth...
".......g.........rk......."
"WHAT!? WHAT THE FUCK IS HE!?"
Somehow, Rhett was still alive. There was no way he'd recover without CPR, but for the time being, he was alive. Maybe I'm doing the world a favor by killing this...Monstrosity. Putting that revelation behind him, Shorty went back to squeezing Rhett's belly to get the water out.
Several minutes passed, Rhett's belly slowly deflating to a more reasonable size. Right, I could probably drag him out of here now-
PSSSSHHHHH! The faucets and showerhead turned on, and Shorty knew exactly what that meant. SHIT, I FORGOT TO TURN IT OFF! He bolted for the door, but it was already locked. He'd gotten himself stuck in the same trap he'd set for Rhett! The door and window would have both sealed, and were reinforced, so there was no way Shorty could break through either of them... He wasn't about to give up, though! He ran to the window and started banging on it, not to break it (though it would certainly be welcome), but to potentially get the attention of anyone who happened to be nearby.
"SOMEONE GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!", Shorty yelled, as the water streams intensified and began filling the room once again. He didn't let up with his banging and yelling until the water reached his neck, at which point he grabbed Rhett's goggles, then ran over to the sink counter and climbed onto it to keep his head above the water. That would give him about a couple minutes before he'd have to hold his breath, but he wouldn't really be able to do anything productive in that time. So, he got a good breath, put on the goggles, hopped off the counter, and swim-ran back to the window, starting to hit it again. "HBLELP M- ...UBLS! HBLELP UBLS, WEBLRE GOBLNNA DRBLOWN!" This was actually sort of an opportunity for Shorty. He could play it off like he and Rhett were drowning together, then he could easily hide the fact that he'd killed Rhett!
Having emptied out his lungs with his bubbly yells, Shorty climbed back onto the counter to catch his breath, then jumped back down to keep yelling and hitting the window. This process repeated a while, until finally the water reached the point that he soon wouldn't be able to reach the surface any more. He started taking deep breaths, intending to hold his breath as long as he possibly could... Until finally, he filled his lungs and cheeks to an almost painful degree, just before the water overtook his head.
Now fully submerged, Shorty went to the window again, but left it alone, just staring outside and trying to minimize his energy usage. He'd start making a ruckus if he saw someone, but until then, he'd just wait. And, wait he did, several minutes passing as discomfort slowly grew in his chest and his cheeks expanded, occasional bubbles slipping from his nostrils. "Mm...blb...hr..." Damn it, there has to be someone eventually!
Another couple minutes passed, and Shorty was starting to run out of breath, blushing from the growing strain and pressing a hand against his mouth, cheeks already the size of volleyballs and continuing to inflate further. "Mml, hmk! Blmn!" Fuck's sake, I hate just standing here, but what the hell can I even do? I made sure this was inescapable! There certainly didn't look like there was anything that could help- Wait, no, there was a scuba tank! Did Rhett bring that in here? Why? There's no way he could've known... It was likely empty, but Shorty still had to try it, fitting the regulator to his mouth... Yep, it was empty. Figures. Why'd I bother? Back to the window he went, for some more waiting...
Another minute and a half, and he no longer had the composure to just stand around. With both hands on his mouth, and cheeks now as big as basketballs, Shorty scrambled around the room looking for any air that may have gotten trapped somewhere, leaving a trail of little bubbles. Not managing to find anything after a full minute of searching, and with his cheeks turning purple and beginning to outgrow his head, Shorty could now only really focus on the burning in his lungs, trying his best to not lose his air as he sat down in the middle of the room. Despite the situation, he found his dick starting to get hard from the lack of oxygen, though he had no interest in dealing with it right now.
Yet another minute passed, Shorty having moved from covering his mouth to holding his neck as his cheeks reached beachball size, a constant stream of bubbles slipping from his lips. "HRGLK, HIC, GKH!" The burning in his lungs was getting even worse, but he wasn't planning on giving up no matter how bad it got.
Another minute. Now having been holding his breath for 10 entire minutes, Shorty's cheeks each got to 3 feet in diameter, his entire head a deep blue, his hands and feet feeling tingly as they slowly went numb. He was starting to pass out at this point, the inferno in his chest starting to fade as his eyes rolled back... "HMGH, BLBLK...Mm-mmrhk..."
Then, his chest started spasming hard, and his eyes went wide. Shorty had reached his limit. His cheeks quickly (and nearly audibly) sucked in and out as he tried to rebreathe his now-useless air, pre spurting from his dick and his body starting to tint purple. Finally, despite his best efforts, he just couldn't take it any more.
"MNGBULGBLUGBULBGLLGBULB!!!" Out came all his air, forming a huge cloud of bubbles as his enormous cheeks took a full second to deflate. He held on for a moment, painfully gurgling, then gasped. "HHHUUUUAAAAGLGKLLKG!" Immediately doubling over, Shorty clutched at his neck even harder, coughing up the water and the last few bubbles in his lungs, before gasping again and jumping to his feet. While he'd already looked around the room for air, his instincts forced him to do it again, frantically running about as he choked and hacked, praying he could find even a single bubble. Obviously, he didn't find anything, eventually tripping over Rhett's body and smacking against the floor.
With a few more seconds of aimless flailing on the floor, Shorty started to calm down, just breathing the water and no longer choking. He tried to stand up again, but didn't had the strength to do so, falling back against a nearby wall and sitting down. Strangely, he still felt fully aware, he'd just already gotten so weak he could barely move, blankly staring ahead as water flowed in and out of his lungs.
For a couple minutes, he sat there, his aquatic breaths getting shallow as his body's purple tint slowly shifted toward blue. Finally starting to feel dizzy and sleepy, Shorty let his head fall forward as he began to pass out... Then, he noticed a nearby blue thing starting to move. He wanted to turn his head to see what it was, but his strength was completely gone and it was a wonder he was still awake. Something grabbed his head, though, and tilted it up... RH...RHETT!? Even after having drowned so long ago, Rhett was somehow still alive! Except, no, he wasn't. Shorty was hallucinating, just like Rhett had, though his hallucination would be far less pleasant.
"Rhett" laughed, his blue belly jiggling. "You know, I didn't believe you'd be stupid enough to fall for your own trap, but here we are!"
"hhglhh...hhhoww...?"
"Surprised I'm still kickin' it? It'll take more than just water to kill me, though it certainly hurt like a bitch."
"...ss-sorrryy...hhellp..."
"You really think you deserve my help? You tried to fucking kill me! I'm just gonna leave you sitting there, looking like a dumbass as you die to your own trap."
"...R...ett...p-pllss..."
Rhett looked around the room. "Man, it must have been a ton of work to set all this up, and all it's gonna amount to is your tomb. I almost feel bad about all the wasted effort... Actually, no, no I don't."
"....hnrgl....nmh...." Shorty's eyelids began to slide shut...
Smack! "HRNGH!" Rhett had slapped him in the face. "Don't you pass out yet, I'm not done shit-talking you!"
"Hicp, gurglk"
"That's it, keep breathing. And remember, since you set all this up, this was essentially a really elaborate suicide."
"hlp...blkh..."
"Ah, hell, you're almost out of time. Right, just want to say one more thing: You look good in blue, too!"
"...hrlk...ghACK!" Shorty jolted to awareness as he gagged on the water, grabbing his neck once again and frantically kicking his legs. "GARGL, GLGLK, HAKH!" Climbing to his feet again, he tried to run to... Somewhere, but almost immediately tripped onto his front. "GUHUK, ARGL, hrghk!" He was rapidly losing his energy, and tried to crawl forward, only getting about a foot before he was too tired. "Ghik! Hulp, glp." All he could do now was gulp down water, vision dimming and eyes rolling back. "hlp....ulp.....hhuuulp......." And, with that, Shorty passed out, laying in a tomb of his own design with his rival, until the time eventually came that they'd be discovered.