Penult City, the location of the final gym of the Onaka League. Determined trainers step through the glittering gates of this city filled with determination to complete their Pokemon journey. Shae is not one of these trainers. The 4’ 9”, freckle-faced trainer bursts through the dense forest surrounding the city, letting out a triumphant, but exhausted cry of relief. “OhsweetArceus finally, civilization.” the short brunette exclaims, collapsing to the ground to kiss the pavement. Her messy mop of curly brown hair bobs up and down, brushing against the road, garnering a few curious glances from passersby. To them, she appears as some chubby Whimsicott worshipping their sidewalk.
Shae’s Gardevoir emerges soon after her trainer, gracefully stepping towards her master and laying a soft hand on her back to comfort her. Looking back at the lanky Pokémon, Shae huffs, “I swear... if I ever see that asshole who told me that going through Falorna Woods was a shortcut…” The frustrated trainer is interrupted in her grumblings as her second Pokémon, a Roserade, jovially hops from the forest behind the pair, coming to a stop with a pirouetting before her trainer. Despite her exhaustion, Shae can’t help but crack a smile at her Pokémon’s bravado. “Yeah, yeah, of course you wouldn’t mind a days-long trek through the woods. But you know, the non-grass-types among us prefer not hiking miles through the wilderness, getting rained on, and going without a decent meal for days. At that last point, both Pokémon share a smirking glance. “Hey! That oran berry bush didn’t count! ...Or all that other stuff I ate either!” Shae protests, scrambling to her feet. Both Pokémon merely chuckle at her blustering until-
Grooowww!!
-a trio of loud, harmonized grumbles cuts through the sound of the laughter. “See, my belly’s not the only one that misses a good meal! So, if we’re done laughing at me, let’s do what we came here for; get the best damn food this region has to offer!” At that, both Pokemon cheer in agreement, the three of them setting off to find their final destination in the city, the world-renowned Diamond Grill.
After having gotten their food, Shae and her Pokémon elected to eat their meals at one of the tables outside the restaurant. Plates piled high with all kinds of delectable goodies, Shae and her two Pokémon were in heaven. Shae herself looks as if she might cry seeing the spread laid out before her. The smell alone had her drooling and more than ready to decimate a meal that looks to be larger than her head. Her day had been a rough one thus far, but now it would all be worth it.
Unbeknownst to the trio, a short distance away someone else is watching them file out of the restaurant with barely contained excitement. The trio are just about to dig in when suddenly, a voice dripping with self-importance calls out to the trainer.
“Hey! Hey you, with the Gardevoir! I’m talking to you!”
Confused, Shae looks around, fork hovering tantalizingly close to her mouth. Not seeing anyone, she shrugs before refocusing her attention back on her meal. She can practically feel the mouth-watering piece of tender meat melting in her mouth already when-
Wham!
-out of nowhere, a fist slams down on the table. Shae lets out a startled yelp, dropping her fork to the ground with a clatter. “What the actual fu-”
Before she can utter her explicative, she is cut off by the source of the disturbance, a tall, skinny trainer with styled blond hair and a smug grin that oozes with put-on swagger. “Hey girl, the name’s Ben, future Champion of the Onaka League. You know, it’s rude to ignore someone when they’re trying to talk to you.” Behind the obnoxious trainer stands an equally puffed-up Goodra that mimics his master’s cocky grin, nodding along to his trainer’s every word.
Shae just rolls her eyes, stooping over to pick up her fork. “Hey, good for you. But did you also know that it’s rude to interrupt someone when they’re about to enjoy their much-needed lunch?”
Ben merely scoffs at Shae’s retort, leaning against the table. “How could you even be thinking about eating in a place like this? Aren’t you concerned about training your Pokémon for the big gym battle?” Ben’s smile widens and his bright green eyes beam as he finally delivers his pitch. “Why don’t you come have a quick battle with me, it’ll be good training for my Pokémon before their real fight with the gym leader. Your Pokémon may not be as strong as mine, but I’m sure they’ll put up a decent enough fight for my team.”
“Ha, as if, future Champion .” Shae mocks. You’ve got it reversed, food comes first. And there’s no way in hell that I’m giving up on a meal like this to go wipe the floor with your sad excuse for a team. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Shae goes to take another bite of her meal, but once again is halted by Ben’s pounding on the table.
“Bold words coming from someone so short, lady. We’ll see how your team measure’s up to your braggi- oh crap! ” Ben is cut off mid-sentence as his leaning and heavy pounding on Shae’s table causes one of the legs to snap with an audible crack . Splinters of wood and food come crashing down all around the boastful trainer as he lies dazed on the ground. Ben’s now worried Goodra quickly lifts his trainer back up to his feet.
Ben’s face goes beet red as he sees the damage that he has caused, all his previous swagger and bravado out the window. “O- Oh my gosh I’m so sorry.” He stammers to a stunned Shae. “I… I honestly didn’t mean to-”
“Zip. It.” Shae growls, her vision going red as she hops off of her seat. She comes to stand directly in front of Ben, glaring up at him with a fury the boy had never seen before. Despite being a good two and a half feet shorter than him, Ben still feels extremely intimidated by the now-furious trainer standing before him. Digging a finger into his chest, Shae growls, “Don’t say another word, pretty boy. You want a Pokémon battle so badly that you just had to come barging over and ruin my lunch, fine. I’ll give you a battle, one you scrawny ass will never forget.” Turning on her heels, Shae marches away from Ben towards the edge of town. “Meet me at the battlefield just outside of town in ten minutes. Do not make me wait.”
With that, Ben watches as the fuming trainer grumbles off, her two Pokémon following at a safe distance behind her as she storms off to their arena. Ben looks to his Goodra companion for reassurance, only for the gooey dragon to merely give a nervous smile and a shrug. Nonetheless, Ben can’t help but feel excited. He got his battle, and he’d teach this brat a lesson for getting so uppity with him. Now all he has to do is head outside of town and wait…
The battle was both quick and decisive. Ben had entered the challenge with his usual cocky boisterousness, all fear resulting from Shay's previous outburst having been forgotten. Having the advantage of numbers, Ben presumed that his battle with the plump trainer would be entirely one-sided. This would not be the case, as he would soon find out. For what Shay lacked in quantity, she more than made up for in quality. Every time her Pokemon moved, every command that she issued, and every attack sent against Ben's Pokemon were precise and devastating. Ben, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. Relying heavily on flashy and powerful yet slow attacks, Shay's Pokemon dance circles around every member of Ben's team.
Now, Ben is down to his last Pokemon, his Goodra. The goo dragon stands on shaky legs against Shay’s Roserade who, by contrast, appears cool, confident, and ready for battle. Shay let out a laugh from across the arena. “Where’s all your bravado gone now you lanky jerk!” the shorter trainer teases. Ben’s only reply comes in the form of a determined scowl that only hides his now shattered confidence.
“ Dammit, how is this even possible? ” The frustrated trainer wonders. “ She’s just some little girl with a pack of overly cutesy Pokémon. And yet she’s wiping the floor with my team! ” Ben looks towards his Goodra who stands just as defiant as his trainer. “ Only one thing left that I can try. Here goes nothing. ” Taking in a deep breath, Ben reaches within himself to find the last well of confidence that he can muster. Goodra can do it, he just has to have faith. “Alright, short stack, you’re starting to piss me off!” Ben shouts at his opponent. “But let’s see your puny Roserade stand up to this. Goodra, hit her with everything you’ve got! Draco meteor!” Goodra reacted instantly to the command, the fervor of his trainer’s voice filling the dragon with renewed vigor. The air begins to fill with an electric buzz as heat washes over both trainers and Pokémon alike as Ben’s Goodra charges the powerful attack.
At the moment before Goodra can execute Ben’s command, however, the tall trainer barely hears Shae shout something to her Pokémon. The exact words of the order are drowned out by terrible sound as Goodra manages to unleash his devastating attack, but not before Ben witnesses his opponent’s Pokémon rushing towards his own, the petals on the Roserade’s arms becoming awash in a silvery glow. Suddenly, in a burst of light and energy, Goodra releases the stored power, sending brilliant and devastating meteoric shards cascading towards the arena.
The meteors crash downwards into the arena, sending dust and smoke billowing into the air with each impact. Ben watches in gleeful anticipation for the smoke to clear and reveal his Pokémon standing triumphantly over the first, but far from last, KO he would achieve in this match. “ There’s no way that that little grass type could have withstood that. And with her out of the way, there’s no way I can’t come back from this! ” Ben grinned at that thought. Shae was lucky, that was certain, but luck can only carry one so far when dealing with a pro.
Moments pass before the dust begins to settle enough to where the trainers could see their Pokémon. At first, it was only silhouettes, strange silhouettes to Ben’s eyes. He could see his Goodra still standing there. Yet, there was something else there with him, something that was not Shae’s Roserade. Ben’s burgeoning smile falls suddenly as his view of the arena finally becomes clear. His Goodra, looking just as crestfallen as his trainer, stands face to face with a rather bored-looking Gardevoir, not a single scratch on the willowy Pokémon. “What?” Ben cries, “Where did she come from?”
Shae cocks an eyebrow, snickering at the question. “Seriously? Have you never heard of U-Turn? You didn’t think that I’d just let my poor Roserade sit there and get bashed by your attack, did you? No, I think it’d be much better to let Gardevoir here just absorb your attack.” She chuckles as she watches Ben’s heart visibly sink. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I don’t think your slow ass Goodra could have hit my Roserade regardless. Gardevoir, finish off this loser.”
With that, the lithe Gardevoir casually balls her hand into a fist, ice crystals visibly forming around it, and strikes her opponent with a vicious uppercut. The blow connects with the chin of the exhausted Goodra who, after the last attack, barely has enough energy to stand. The impact of Gardevoir’s attack lifts the goo Pokémon a foot into the air before he falls back to the earth below, sprawling and entirely unconscious.
Ben falls to his knees in disbelief as he watches a Cheering Shae rush into the arena to congratulate her Pokémon on a well-earned win. He just can’t comprehend how his team of badass Pokémon could lose to what appeared to him to be a team of cutesy pushovers that belonged in a contest hall more than a battlefield. He was still wallowing in his shattered pride when three shadows loomed over him.
“Alright big guy, you got your precious Pokémon battle and had your ass handed to you. You know the rules, time to pay up. The girls and I need to hurry back to the city to resume our lunch. Thanks again for paying for it, by the way.” Her last statement dripped with sarcasm. She extends her hand to the defeated trainer expectantly. For his part, Ben just looks meekly up at his tiny tormentor. “Well?” Shae pressed, crossing her arms. “I don’t have all day!”
“Well,” Ben grumbles, “the thing is… I don’t… actually… have any money to pay you…”
Shae can feel her eye twitch slightly at that revelation. Ben looks up to the trainer and her Pokémon who now surround him and gulps. Despite the difference in their size, from this position, Ben feels as if the short girl towers over him. Shae has a dangerous look in her eyes, one that sends a shiver down the taller trainer’s mind when he meets her gaze.
Glooooorour!
Rooaaaorash!
Gloooorsh!
A trio of angry rumbles fills the air as Shae and her Pokémons’ bellies protest this denial of their much-anticipated meal. “I- I just stocked up on a bunch of Pokeballs and repels and stuff, you see. I was hoping to catch some of the rare Pokémon on this route and… um…” Shae finally just huffs, appearing to deflate as she realizes that there’s no use in intimidating this kid for cash he doesn’t have.
“You know what,” the diminutive trainer huffs, turning her back on the defeated trainer at her feet, “it’s fine, honestly. I get it.”
“Y- you do?” Ben stammers. He had worried his failure to pay would have held more dire consequences, but it would seem that he had been lucky. He was out of his league challenging her, that much was obvious from how easily she and her Pokémon decimated his team, but it would seem that, despite her somewhat bratty demeanor, there was some capacity for mercy in the shorter trainer’s heart.
“Oh yeah, I get that you’re so arrogant that think you can just ruin my meal for some stupid battle and then waltz off without following the rules.” Shae growled, stepping towards Ben’s defeated Goodra who lay unconscious just a few feet away from them both. Ben begins to offer some retort, make some comments about how she wouldn’t have missed her meal if she had just agreed to battle him. However, the words catch in his throat as he watches this unassuming girl casually grip the feet of his defeated Pokémon and lift them into the air with a high-pitched huff.
“But yeah, it’s fine, cause I think me and the girls here will just help ourselves to this lovely buffet you’ve so kindly provided for us instead.” huffs Shae, her voice taking on a more mocking tone. Ben doesn’t even get a moment to consider the meaning of those words as, without any hesitation, Shae crams both of his Goodra’s feet into her maw. The defeated trainer watches in awe as with a messy-
Shluuuuuuurrrrp~
-Shae easily begins slurping his Pokémon into her mouth. “Hey!” Ben cries, rising to his feet, “What the hell do you think you’re doing!” The taller boy rushes towards Shae in a panic. He has no idea how it’s possible but sure enough, this tiny girl is packing inch after inch of his partner down her throat. Before he can reach the girl, however, Ben feels an intense resistance surround his body along with an eerie blue glow. After a moment, the befuddled trainer begins to rise into the air, forced to turn around to face his captor, Shae’s Gardevior who covers her mouth to hide an amused, almost sadistic expression as she watches the lanky trainer struggle to escape her psychic grip. Ben’s attempts at freeing himself prove fruitless as, no matter how hard he fights, the psychic Pokémon’s hold does not break. Instead, he is casually spun back around to watch his Pokémon’s consumption by the bratty trainer before him.
Shae, however, hardly notices this struggle, too enraptured by the meal before her to pay attention to anything else. The gooey Pokémon slipping down her throat with each eager gulp has the consistency and taste of a delicious jello snack that only leaves her craving more with every swallow. She makes short work of the Pokémon’s stubby legs, the limbs hardly making it to the back of her throat before widening into his more impressive hips and rear. Focusing, Shae gives a tremendous swallow to begin the process of transforming the broadest part of her Pokémon meal into nothing more than a set of bulges slipping into her belly. Her eyes widen in pleasant surprise, however, as she feels the gooey dragon’s malleable form slips into her maw with considerable ease. To her, the sensation of swallowing up this Goodra is unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It feels more like gulping down massive mouthfuls of water than a solidly built meal. However, while being easy to compress, the gooey body of the Pokémon turned meal expands to fill any space it enters just as easily. So, while cramming the massive hips and tail of the Pokémon past her lips is an easy enough task, as soon as the dragon’s body crosses this threshold it immediately begins expanding as best it can, stretching her cheeks and forcing itself down her throat. “ You’d almost think this big guy wanted to be a meal~ ” Shae thinks in amusement, feeling the steady stream of delectable Pokémon forces its way down her throat.
Ben helplessly watches as more and more of his Pokémon is effortlessly stuffed into the maw of a trainer only a third of the Goodra’s size. Unapologetically messy slurp after messy slurp brings his Pokémon closer and closer to being fully consumed, and Shae shows no sign of slowing down. Rather, her expression radiates utter bliss as she sends foot after foot of his Pokémon deeper into her digestive tract. With every swallow the predatory trainer makes, Ben feels another pang of fury mixed with sadness. That Goodra had been the first Pokémon he had ever caught, and here was this trainer devouring it with the casualness one slurps down spaghetti with. Each swallow she makes, each massive bulge that distends her throat and disappears past her collarbone into her swelling gut, reminds Ben of the countless days, weeks, months he spent training and growing alongside that Pokémon. If Shae was serious about using his Goodra in place of her ruined lunch, he knew that it would only be a matter of time before his partner is gone for good.
“Please!!” shouts the trapped trainer, “You can’t do this!! Let him go! He’s my friend, not some meal for you to eat!” Frantic now as Shae crams both of his Pokémon’s arms into her maw, her belly swollen to a massive degree with his partner’s mass, Ben resumes his struggling. “You monster! You disgusting pig! Let him go! Goodra, you’ve gotta wake up buddy! Please! She’s gonna eat you!” Ben’s protests went on like this as more and more of his Goodra sinks past the lips of the trainer before him. However, despite his racket, his words have little effect on either trainer or Pokémon as Shae simply hums in satisfied bliss with another massive slurp sending even more of his Pokémon to her belly.
Suddenly, Ben feels a glimmer of hope building as he sees his Pokémon groggily begin to open his eyes. “Come on buddy, wake up! Don’t let this little punk have her way with you! Show her you’re more than just a meal!”
The Goodra shakes its head side to side, shaking off the haze of unconsciousness. The Goodra looks up to see its trainer in confusion, watching the boy hovering in the air, surrounded by psychic light. The Pokémon’s attention suddenly snaps behind it, however as a loud-
Shlooooooourp~!
-catches its attention. His eyes meet Shae’s, who merely gives him a wink before swallowing the last of the Pokémon’s shoulders and begins working up his neck. All grogginess fades from the Goodra’s mind as adrenaline-fueled panic takes its place. The Pokémon gives a confused cry as he attempts to struggle futility against the vice-like grip of his devourer’s throat and belly muscles. He feels another messy swallow pull in half of his neck, allowing most of the dragon’s mass to settle in the girl’s belly which now touches the ground below. All the Goodra can do then is look back up at his trainer in a panic before he feels his body suddenly sucked downwards with tremendous force. The last thing that the Pokémon sees is his trainer’s horrified expression framed by pearly white jaws that suddenly clack shut once he is fully inside, face caressed on all sides by tight, unyielding flesh.
Gulirk~!
Ben watches in defeat as his Pokémon’s face disappears behind a smug smile, Shae’s satisfaction evident for all to see. He can follow the bulge the dragon’s head makes as it slips down further and further into the girl’s body before being unceremoniously deposited in her gut which wobbles with the last of his partner’s body entering its confines. He can see the exposed flesh of the trainer’s belly now in all its glory, her tee-shirt and jacket having been pushed up over her massive gut, unable to contain its mass. He can see outlined in that flesh his Pokémon’s struggles, bulges pushing out momentarily from the rounded sphere of belly flesh. Entirely focused on his foe’s now kicking and squirming belly, Ben hardly notices as he is pushed forward through the air and lowered towards Shae by her Gardevoir. He only snaps out of his stupor as he is suddenly pressed face-first into the looming mountain of gurgling girl gut before him.
“I could see you staring from up there, you should thank Gardevoire for giving you a much better view~” Shae cooed, reaching down to ruffle the taller boy’s hair. “I’m so glad we could come to this agreement, your Pokémon feels far more filling than whatever that restaurant could have provided.” The stuffed trainer chuckles.
Ben looks up to meet the smug, sneering face of Shae, half blocked from view by the mountain of gut he is still being pressed into. “How could you do this?” Ben bemoans, “He was my friend!”
Shae just chuckles. “Yeah, well now he’s my lunch, and I’m all the happier for it.” Suddenly, a mischievous expression crosses the predatory trainer’s face. “And my tummy is even happier to have such a filling meal. Here, let me show you.”
Before he could protest, Ben suddenly is grabbed by the back of his head and shoved even further into the mass of the girl before him’s belly. Her meal lacks any real density, so Shae is able to press the other trainer deep into her gut. From this position, the muffled grumbles and groans of a belly hard at work sound like rolling thunder, almost drowning out the helpless cries of his Goodra snugly held deep within. He can feel her gut jostling and jiggling with every movement from his Pokémon. Ben tries to pull away but the grip of this girl combined with the psychic tether that still enshrouds him proves to be too much as he is held firmly in place.
“Oooh, that feels good~” Shae coos, shifting more of her weight into Ben. “Your friend in there isn’t very solid, so having you press in on me there is just what I needed.” Ben can only respond with a muffled groan as he is pressed tighter against Shae’s roiling gut. “Now then, Gardevoire, I think I’ll take it from here,” Shae says to her Pokémon, winking.
Suddenly, Ben feels the psychic hold on his body fade, causing him to come thudding down onto the dusty ground. Not hesitating for a moment, the terrified trainer pulls himself free from Shae’s grip and scrambles away from the girl in front of him. However, before he can get far, Shae simply shifts her weight forward, causing her to come flopping down atop the fleeing trainer. Ben can feel the gut pressing atop him wobble and jostle with the impact, causing its contents to slosh and roll within.
For her part, Shae simply laughs with playful glee as she bounces up and down atop her prey-filled stomach. “Aaah, there we go. Much more comfortable, don’t you think?” Shae giggles, looking down at the pinned trainer beneath her.
Ben just glowers up at his captor, unamused by her chipper tone given his partner Pokémon’s immanent digestive demise. He can’t help but feel small now in comparison to his captor. Where once he stood a good few feet over Shae, now resting atop his Pokémon’s mass, the smaller girl towers above him. “Can you please just let me go?” Ben pleads, his voice coming out strained due to all the weight pressing on him. “You’ve already beaten me, taken my Goodra, and humiliated me. I just want to go home, I’ll never bother you again.”
“Aw, I’d love to just let you go,” Shae pouts, “when you spilled our food, it wasn’t just my lunch you ruined, now was it?”
Ben’s eyes widen in sudden realization. “N-no you can’t be serious! You can’t mea-” Ben’s realization is cut short as he suddenly feels a psychic pull at his belt. He feels Gardevior’s telekinesis dexterously undo the fastener and pull the length of his belt out from underneath Shae’s engorged gut, four Pokeballs fastened securely to one end.
“Oh but I am serious!” Shae laughs, sending ripples across her belly. “Look, chump, if you didn’t want your Pokémon to become lunch then you shouldn’t have messed with our lunch. You couldn’t pay, so now your Pokémon will. Fair’s fair.”
Not accepting this fact, however, Ben tries with all his might to free himself from underneath Shae’s girth. The sight of his Pokeballs landing in the palm of Gardevoir’s hand fueling his struggles, Ben begins to put all his strength into lifting this girl off of him. He digs his hands deep into the soft, elastic flesh of the girl’s stomach as best he can before her weight overcomes him and he is forced back to the ground. This repetitive motion causes Shae to jostle up and down up and down, forcing the girl to constantly adjust herself to maintain her balance. “H- Hey! Knock that off! All this bouncing is gonna make me-”
HbowoooooooUUUUUURRAAAAAAAAP!!
The titanic belch catches all present off guard, a flock of Starleys taking to the air from a nearby tree. Both Roserade and Gardevoir stop for a moment to look over at their trainer, bemused expressions on both of their faces. For Ben’s part, he feels as if he’s been hit by a bomb. The thunderous belch sends his mind spinning and causes him to lose his grip, allowing all of Shae’s weight to crash back into him with a dull thud.
Shae hardly acknowledges this, however, as she meets the gaze of her Pokémon. Her ordinarily pale face is beat red. “H-Hey what are you looking at!!” She yells to her Pokémon, who only snicker knowingly in reply. “J-Just go back to your meals and quit staring!” Shae cries, her embarrassment plain for all to see. “I hope you’re happy, jerk!” The flustered trainer groans, pushing down on her belly to smush into Ben’s entrapped frame. “I just hope no one else heard that…” the stuffed trainer grumbles, giving her happily churning belly some half-hearted rubs.
Shae’s two Pokémon soon turn their attention back to the task at hand. Bellies grumbling, the Gardevoir and Roserade turn to the veritable buffet of poke-meals attached to their trainer’s rival’s belt. Gardevoir thumbs across each of the Pokeballs in turn before finally settling on the furthest to the right, daintily plucking it free between two pale, white fingers. For her part, the much shorter Roserade simply snatches a ball at random from its holster, eyeing it with barely contained hunger. Both Pokémon smile at each other, tapping their chosen Pokeballs together in a mock toast before pressing the central button on each device and hurling them to the ground before them.
In a flash of brilliant white light, two Pokémon are suddenly ejected from their Pokeballs. Roserade’s eyes widen in excitement at the sight of their defeated opponent’s utterly massive Milotic materializing in front of her, a line of the grass type’s sap-like drool dripping onto the ground as the short stack steps towards her hulking meal. Next to the bouquet Pokémon, Gardevoir smiles in reserved delight upon seeing the wobbling form of the Lopunny she had knocked out earlier in the fight, apparently only now beginning to recover, emerge from her chosen Pokeball.
Just having recovered from the worst damage of her fight with Gardevoir, Ben’s Lopunny takes a moment to shake her head, clearing it of the haze of unconsciousness, before surveying her surroundings. Though she had been utterly trounced in her fight, she was sure that her trainer and fellow teammates were more than capable of taking on their foe’s two measly Pokémon. Thus, it comes as a shock to her as she takes in her surroundings and does not see her trainer, ecstatic and celebrating yet another well earned victory, but instead, the short girl that Ben had challenged crushing her trainer into the dirt beneath a massive, kicking belly while a rather ravenous looking Gardevoir gracefully glides towards her, a mischievous smile on her face.
Immediately, Lopunny could sense something was deeply wrong, her instincts taking over and causing her to attempt to bolt for the treeline nearby. However, the cotton-tailed normal type barely manages to take two steps before becoming surrounded with psychic energy. She strains against the energy, but it’s just too much for her already weak body to handle. Yet, despite the futility of the act, the bunny refuses to go along with whatever this opposing Pokémon had planned for her and continues to strain and struggle with all her might. Even as she is pulled in close to her psychic imprisoner, she continues to fight, the strain evident on her face.
To Gardevoir, the normal type’s plight is simply amusing. She watches as the Lopunny grits her teeth and squirms this way and that, seemingly unable or unwilling to accept her fate. This hardly matters to Gardevoir, however, as she knows that her meal is all but assured.
The psychic type brings her soon-to-be meal in close, walking about the pinned Pokémon and inspecting her frame with keen interest. The Lopunny is only slightly smaller than her, though far curvier than her willowy captor. The thought of those chocolate-colored hips slipping down her throat greatly excites Gardevoir, though she doesn’t allow her excitement to become evident. Rather, the psychic Pokémon saunters closer to the still struggling Lopunny, breaking her telekinetic hold on the Pokémon while simultaneously gripping her arms tightly and pitching them both backward. The two Pokémon fall in a tangle of limbs with Gardevoir straddling the lower half of the Lopunny’s body.
The rabbit Pokémon’s chest rises and falls in nervous anticipation, watching with a mixture of fear and curiosity as her captor leans in closer and closer, a placid, unreadable look on the psychic type’s face. The Lopunny closes her eyes, looking away in the hopes that whatever this menacing Pokémon has planned she’ll get it over with quickly. What the pinned Pokémon did not expect, however, was for one of the dainty hands of the Gardevoir to gently hold her by the chin and tilt her head forward to deliver a soft kiss on the lips of the rabbit Pokémon’s quivering lips. The Lopunny’s eyes shoot open in surprise and flustered excitement at the sudden kiss. She feels a deep warmth spread throughout her and, unable to help herself, leans deeper into the lips of the Pokémon holding her. The rabbit’s heart feels like it might beat out of her chest as the kiss lasts for what seems like an eternity before Gardevoir breaks the spell, pulling back and looking at the bunny beneath her with kind, dreamy eyes. The Lopunny feels somewhat disappointed by this turn, the warmth of their embrace vanishing the moment Gardevoir’s lips left her’s.
The two Pokémon share a needy look before Gardevoir finally smiles, sending excited shivers down Lopunny’s spine. The psychic type leans in once again, lips pursed, and Lopunny returns the gesture. When their lips meet once again, the normal type feels that delightful heat return once again. She can feel the passion building within herself that she feels ready to burst. Yet, in her now lust-addled mind, she craves more. More of that alluring heat, the closeness she feels with her unexpected lover. She leans deeper into the kiss, then deeper, and yet she isn’t satisfied. That is, until Gardevoir’s lips lightly part and begin to spread around the love-struck rabbit’s muzzle. All at once, a coldness she didn’t know was in her is banished in the face of overwhelming, passionate heat. The rabbit, desiring more of that incredible feeling, pushed her head even deeper between the pillowy lips of the psychic Pokémon. All other thoughts evacuate the Lopunny’s mind and are replaced with a single-minded desire to become as close to the encaptivating creature pinning her to the ground as possible.
Gardevoir can’t help but smile as her Lopunny meal worms its way down her throat. Her Attract move working perhaps better than she intended, the psychic type knows that her hypnotized prey would do most of the work for her, allowing her to just sit back and enjoy the feeling of soft, velvety fur slipping down her throat and into her belly. She can already feel the normal type’s muzzle nuzzling at the back of her throat, the Lopunny giving needy cries as her descent becomes barred by her predator’s tightly sealed throat muscles. Not wanting to deny the rabbit her desires, Gardevoir simply relaxes her throat and allows her prey to slip inside with a happy sigh.
Entirely under Gardevoir’s control, Lopunny’s mind can only think of one thing; pushing herself deeper. Cramming her arms into her devourer’s maw, she wastes no time slipping them alongside her head in the psychic type’s throat. She can only imagine the lustful imprint of her face that must be visible on her new master’s throat. The thought filled her with a renewed sense of determination to be a good meal for the Gardevoir and let the psychic type’s belly claim her for good. Worming her way further down the tight throat she finds herself in, Loppuny hears the fleshy tube emit a deafening-
GLIRK~!
-all around her. The sound, made doubly loud due to her heightened sense of hearing, sends shivers down the bunny Pokémon’s spine. She knew that that sound could only mean one thing, that she was just that much closer to her final destination, where she so desperately needed to be. She could feel the dainty lips of her master widening around her shoulders, struggling slightly with their broadness, but, eager to offer her assistance, Lopunny shifts and shimmies her body to assist the Gardevoir with packing them away.
With both Pokémon working together it doesn’t take long for the Lopunny to be packed away into the once thin frame of her psychic predator. Whereas before the Gardevoir had been the epitome of slimness, her belly now sags low, parting the Pokémon’s “dress” to make room for the still swelling organ. And, with the Lopunny’s belly, hips, and legs left kicking outside, both Pokémon know that there is still far more room to grow.
Using her psychic abilities to assist her, the predatory Gardevoir changes positions so that now she is kneeling on the ground with her meal suspended in her telekinetic grip above her, causing her belly to spill out on the ground in front of her. Gardevoir looks on in amusement upon seeing her prey’s kicking legs, the flailing limbs not trying to escape but rather speed up the process of being shuttled to her impromptu bunny burrow. Not wanting to keep her meal waiting, the psychic type deactivates her telekinesis once again, allowing gravity and her meal’s squirms to send the bunny to her new home.
Gardevoir lets out an uncharacteristic moan of pleasure as the release of her prey suddenly causes the bunny to slip down to her broad hips in the Gardevoir’s throat. The psychic Pokémon’s cheeks flush momentarily at the outburst, but she could hardly help herself. She always enjoys the feeling of an eager meal filling her up, but this rabbit’s thighs were like nothing else she had experienced in a long time. Creamy rich meat flavored with salty sweat fills her maw to the limit, her pleasure only building as a hard swallow causes her throat to bulge out with the delightful meal. She swallows more and more, eager to seal away this bunny and have her all to herself. The feeling is like heaven, and her Lopunny quarry seems to agree, her muffled moans reaching the Gardevoir’s ears through layers of flesh. This only spurs the predatory Pokémon on further as she ravenously swallows down much of her meal’s rear in just a single gulp. Losing all sense of dignity in the face of her gluttonous pleasure, Gardevoir licks and laps at the doughy cheeks of her Lopunny meal, causing the Pokémon to squirm all the harder for her. Extracting all the flavor she can from those doughy mountains that balloon her cheeks, the Gardevoir gives a heavy swallow the sound of the-
Guhlirk~
-action sending shivers down both Pokémons’ spines. Gardevoir lifts a hand to feel those bountiful mounds slide painstakingly slowly down her massively expanded throat, tracking their slow but certain disappearance between her modest breasts. She can feel the rabbit’s cottontail twitching in barely contained excitement within her, tickling her throat.
The rest of her meal goes down swiftly enough, the Lopunny still assisting in her consumption. With a messy series of swallows and slurps, the Gardevoir feels the last of her bunny meal slip between her lips and be carried away down her throat and into her now-massive belly. Her meal now claimed, Gardevoir can’t help but feel somewhat embarrassed at her loss of composure when faced with such a delectable meal. Returning to her usual demeanor, the psychic type casually begins stroking and massaging her now absolutely engorged gut that spills out across her lap and down to the ground below. The excited movements of the Lopunny within still cause the now panting Gardevoir immense pleasure, yet she does her best to hide it as she fully relishes the feeling of having a being made all hers.
While Shae’s Gardevoir packs away her meal, Roserade gets to work on her fishy meal. The beauty Pokémon before her is at least three times the size of the grass type if not more, though the Pokémon shows no sign of acknowledging this fact. Rather, the grass type appears all the more excited at the prospect of finally filling out her belly after a relatively lackluster battle. Stepping towards the serpent which still lays unconscious after its battle, Roserade eagerly takes the Pokémon’s pale head between her two bouquet-like hands. Grinning widely, the short stack gives the Milotic a long lick from the base of its snout to right between its eyes. Roserade moans unapologetically at the flavor of the fishy Pokémon which dances across her tongue and prompts a few more licks from the grass type.
The sudden sticky onslaught seems to break through the unconsciousness of the water type as its massive eyes shoot open just in time to see Roserade’s jaws spread open wide and clamp down on its muzzle. Horrified, the much larger Pokémon yanks itself free from its surprised predator with a wet shlurk! The Milotic rears back, frantically looking about for her master, who she sees pinned underneath the belly of the girl they had been battling earlier. She looks… different though. Heavier, for one, and a lot squirmier . Suddenly, the trainer notices the massive water snake staring. The Milotic watches as the girl, grinning, looks back to her trainer beneath her.
“Aw, look, your girl missed yo-”
HWOOOOOOOURRRRP!
The stuffed trainer’s words are cut short by a meaty belch blown directly in Ben’s face. The utter indignity of the act is utterly appalling to the Milotic. All thoughts of the Roserade suddenly replaced with indignant fury. How dare this little imp act so uncouth in the face of her trainer. The Milotic gives a mighty cry before rushing at the girl, fully planning on freeing her master and perhaps teaching this whelp a lesson. However, just as she looms over the pair, a strange, pungent smell fills her nostrils. The Milotic’s nose scrunches up at the smell, however, even more strangely, she finds herself unable to move. Sudden realization dawns on the water type as she begins to recognize this attack. Stun Spore . The large serpent finds herself completely paralyzed, mere feet away from her poor trainer and the repugnant thing lying atop him.
Suddenly, the Milotic feels a strange warmth wrap around her tail. It’s hard to discern through the numbness of her paralysis, but suddenly the massive beauty feels that warmth spreading up her body at a rapid pace. She is entirely helpless as, with incredible force, the water type feels herself being dragged away from her trainer and down a wet, slimy, warm tunnel.
Unbeknownst to the water type, the culprit behind this strange feeling is, of course, Shae’s Roserade who greedily gulps and swallows the Milotic in rapid, powerful slurps and swallows. The much smaller Pokémon can feel the large serpent’s body coiling up on its own within her tight belly, which already is the same size as her and growing. Unlike the two other predators of her group, Roserade hardly cares if the world knows how good swallowing such a filling meal makes her feel as she hums and moans around the bulk of her meal. Her pleasure only grows in intensity as each swallow brings wider and wider portions of her meal’s body into her maw and down her gullet. The grass type keeps up this rapid, slurping pace, only pausing occasionally to nibble on the massive meal which, much to Roserade’s delight, elicits subdued wiggles from the Milotic that travel down the paralyzed Pokémon’s serpentine body in waves.
Milotic, still completely unaware of her predicament, continues trying her best to slither away from whatever was pulling her further and further from her trainer. But, her struggles are for naught as she is pulled back yard after yard. She can see the heartbreakingly distressed look on her trainer’s face, though the cause is unclear. She just wants to slither over to him and make him feel better, her previous rage forgotten, yet the impossibly powerful gravity pulling her away makes it impossible.
Suddenly, a sound becomes apparent to the captured Milotic, one that she hadn’t noticed before but has now become deafening. It sounds like messy slurping; like someone rudely scarfing down noodles behind her. Appalled by the thought, the large serpent musters all her strength and fights through the paralysis momentarily to get a look at just what was going on back there. What she sees makes her jaw drop. Her long, beautifully scaled body draped over an utterly massive wall of green. She can feel herself being pulled over that wall impossibly quickly. Her head is unceremoniously tugged up and over that wall before falling down… down… down… into the waiting, dripping, ravenous maw of the Roserade she had so carelessly forgotten in defending her trainer. She can hardly believe it, in fact, she refuses to believe it. Her gorgeous self being scarfed down like some Poffin by some rude little plant? Impossible.
Yet, for Roserade, packing away the last of her massive meal was all too possible as with one final, raucous-
SHLOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUURP~!
-the last of her meal is sent slipping down her throat. She barely had time to enjoy the shocked and disgusted expression on the Milotic’s face before it became nothing more than a green bulge outlined in her throat and swiftly joining the mass of Pokémon in her gut that now balloons to a size that utterly dwarfs the grass type.
Already, the massive organ is hard at work breaking down the water type into plant food, yet for the greedy Roserade, that process can’t happen fast enough. She can feel the Milotic within her, squirming as best she can either to escape or just to get comfortable in the impossibly tight belly of the predatory plant. Either way, Roserade hardly cares as she massages and rubs her belly, preparing for what comes next.
Focusing her energy, Roserade grins widely as she uses her special move, Giga Drain, on the Pokémon trapped deep within her. Almost immediately, the grass type can feel the vital energies being drained from her meal and being absorbed within her. Her belly kicks into overdrive, the gurgles, glorps, and slorshes drowning out any nearby sounds. The Milotic within catches on to what’s happening as she finally manages to break through the paralysis, using all of her strength to pound at the walls of her devourer. Her attacks have little effect, however, as all she accomplishes is creating massive rippling bulges that further pleasure her predator.
Roserade bites down on her lip as with one final roaring-
Groooooaaaarsh!!
-her belly kicks into overdrive. Her draining attack makes swift work of the Milotic inside her belly, a period of desperate and powerful struggles dying down almost as quickly as they begin. Roserade’s belly rumbles as almost instantly, her impossibly fast metabolism begins smoothing out the lumps within her belly, transforming the once massive, beautiful Pokémon into nothing more than a slurry within the grass type’s tum. Suddenly, Roserade feels a distinct pressure coming up her throat, building until it can no longer be contained, causing the small grass type to unleash a massive, unapologetic-
BWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURAAAAP!!!!
-belch that hangs in the air for minutes as with each second the once-massive mountain of a belly shrinks to a smaller and smaller size, the Pokémon soup within being absorbed with rapid efficiency. Roserade’s hips and butt swell immediately along with her chest with the ill-gotten mass. This process continues with Roserade continuing to get curvier and curvier and her belly smaller and smaller until only a slightly wobbling potbelly hangs down from the all too pleased Pokémon’s middle. One final soft-
Bwourp!
-signals the end of Ben’s Milotic as the Roserade pats her belly with pride on her face.
Ben and Shae both watch this occur in complete silence, fixated on the now even more pear-shaped Pokémon’s act of pure gluttony. Shae breaks the quiet first with a giggle. “Welp looks like your Milotic made for great fertilizer!” She teases, eliciting a look of anger from Ben. “Aw don’t look so upset, I think she looks much better like that.” Shae mocks, pressing her still squirming gut atop her prisoner.
Looking back towards Ben’s belt, Shae grins at seeing the two Pokeballs still attached. “Looks like you’ve still got a couple of Pokémon left there, and I think I could go for another round~” Shae coos, drumming her fingers across her belly which rumbles as if in agreement.
“H-How?” Stammers Ben. “How could you still be hungry? You already ate my Goodra and your Pokémon had my Milotic and Lopunny each! You shouldn’t be able to swallow one Pokémon like that let alone three!!”
Shae just laughs at Ben’s disbelief, rocking back and forth across her still engorged middle. “Aw well if you’re so curious I’d be more than happy to show you~” hums the rotund trainer. “Hey Gardevoir, mind doing me a favor and passing me his belt!”
The psychic type, still enraptured by her own squirming tummy, only pulls her attention from her passenger for a moment to flick Ben’s belt to her master psychically. Reaching up, the trainer catches it in the air before plucking the penultimate Pokeball from its holster. Raising it to her lips, the trainer beams a broad, mischievous smile. “Now pay close attention and I’ll show you how I pack your Pokémon away~”
Ben struggles fruitlessly for a moment before finally watching in captivated horror as Shae parts her lips and places his fourth Pokeball on her tongue. He waits with bated breath as she retracts the slimy organ back into her maw and clenches the Pokeball between her teeth. With a wink, Shae tosses back her head and swallows the device whole. Ben can see the spherical shape of the Pokeball distend the trainer’s neck, its shape clearly visible packed beneath the tightly stretched flesh. He watches as the trainer raises a hand to her throat, placing it against the bulge the Pokeball makes within her and slowing its descent. She catches it just above her collarbone, right before it would disappear from view entirely into the kicking squirming mass of flesh below. Then, Ben watches as, with a slight flourish, the predatory trainer presses down on the release button of the Pokeball still firmly held within her neck.
Shae immediately is overcome with that familiar feeling of fullness as the Pokémon she just released into her throat fills the tight passage immediately. Her jaws are forced apart once again as a pair of yellow and black-furred haunches and matching black and yellow starred tail apparate from within the depths of her body. She can feel the upper half of the Pokémon materialize within her belly, adding a bit more weight to her already sagging middle.
Ben can only watch powerless as his prized Pokémon, a shiny Luxray, is swiftly made a meal of by this psychotic trainer. He can see the powerful shoulders and head outlined in the trainer above him’s guts. That once proud face of his Pokémon now appears panicked and confused as it presses out of his predator’s belly, the expression clearly defined in unyielding belly-flesh. Shae seems unperturbed, however, as she moans and sighs happily, chewing on the lower half of her meal that remains free of her oppressive body.
Ben watches as she gulps down the last of his Luxray’s barrel and then starts on his back legs. They too are packed away with ease leaving only the electric cat’s kicking feet and flailing tail outside their fleshy prison. Smiling happily and seemingly satisfied by her second course, Shae tilts her head back and with a messy-
Shloooooouuuuurp~
-the tail of the electric type is slurped down like a fuzzy noodle.
Shae gives a contented sigh as she feels her meal plop down into her belly. The big cat was at least the size of her, if not slightly bigger, and so its large body sinking into her belly added that much more pleasant fullness to her already engorged body. “Ooooh yeah, that hit the spot~” she coos, patting her belly. “Your kitty feels much more solid than that Goodra. And was he a shiny Pokémon? Man, I hear those are rare. Oh well, he tasted amazing .” The stuffed trainer doesn’t get a response to this, but rather feels a desperate pounding on the outside of her belly. Looking down, Shae can’t help but smirk. Her now utterly massive gut completely eclipses the trainer beneath it, smothering the boy with its bulk. Making things worse, it seems that the two Pokémon now stuck in her belly have begun battling it out for the already limited space within her tummy, causing the organ to shake and bounce with their struggling. Before she can give the boy a break, however, Shae suddenly feels something deep within her gut. A sudden jolt of electricity that, while at first is surprising, soon feels like a heavenly warmth pulsing through her nerves. “ Mmmf~ Is that your Luxray doing that? Damn, he’s making ah~ this feel sooooo much better.”
Giving in to the pleasure, Shae completely forgets about the steadily suffocating trainer underneath her. Ben kicks, pounds, and squirms trying anything he can do to escape the suffocating bulk of the girl lying atop him. The only thing he accomplishes, however, is getting buffeted by the squirming Pokémon trapped above him. The last thing that he hears before finally passing out is a deafening-
OooUUUUUROAAARSH~!
-that rumbles from the belly that compresses him, silencing the remaining struggles from within the predatory trainer as the world fades away.
An unknown span of time passes for Ben who remains in the depths of unconsciousness. His mind conjures visions of being caressed by a heavy, yet soft pillow that slowly envelopes his entire form. Smiling in his sleep, he can’t help but reach up, wrapping his arms around that weight and holding it close, nuzzling his face into it and relishing the pleasant feeling of it compressing down on him. The pillow seems to get softer and softer over time, shrinking as it does until just the weight and the warmth remain. Ben finds himself enjoying this dream of plush softness, forgetting the day’s previous events in his dreamy stupor.
Groooooow…
The sound is as loud as it is sobering, a deep, rumbling emanation that causes the unconscious trainer to wake up with a start. Eyes shooting open, he looks around frantically, praying he didn’t end up in a belly while he slept. Looking around, all the trainer can see are Shae’s other two Pokémon also snoozing in the dimming light of evening. “Oh thank Arceus.” The trainer sighs upon confirming that he is not currently stewing away in a ravenous Pokémon’s belly, or worse . The thought of slipping past the lips of the bratty trainer who so effortlessly dominated him and his team fills Ben with dread. Though, looking back towards the weight still pressing on his chest, the trainer can’t help but be a little flushed by what he sees. Shae, still lying atop the now awoken trainer, appears to be in a deep sleep herself, softly snoring atop Ben’s chest as if nothing had happened. Her once monstrous belly was just about completely drained of any trace of his Pokémon’s once-solid forms, just an extra layer of padding remains, contributing to the softness he was feeling earlier. Inspecting the pint-sized predator, Ben can’t help but note just how much her body has acclimated to the new weight. Her hips, already curvy before her feast, have expanded even further. The shorts Shae was wearing earlier seem like short shorts now, hugging her ass tightly.
Ben nearly jumps out of his skin as Shae shifts in her sleep, snuggling into the terrified trainer’s chest and holding him tightly. Seeing that she is still asleep, Ben allows himself to relax a bit and return his focus to inspecting the curious girl lying on him. The boy trainer can’t help but feel a bit flush as his gaze turns to the girl’s chest. His Pokémon seem to have settled nicely there if the newly gained cleavage pressing into his chest is anything to go by. The two orbs press tightly against his body and, despite himself, Ben can’t help but acknowledge how soft they are.
“You know, ahhhh-hhaaaaaa , it’s rude to stare.” A sleepy, girlish voice yawns sending icy shivers down Ben’s spine. Focusing his gaze back up to Shae’s face, he can see her deep brown eyes locked onto his, a taunting smile on her face. The girl sits up, straddling Ben with her now even more plush thighs, and stretches, yawning once again. The padded trainer looks back down to her pinned prisoner, a smile returning to her face. “Though I can hardly blame you, your Pokémon sure did a number to my figure.” As if to emphasize her point, the small girl gives both her breasts a gentle squeeze. “Though I could do without all that .” she groans upon seeing her now expanded rear and her pants which barely cling to her hips. “You sure you don’t have any cash cause I’m good for lunch but I think I’m gonna need a whole new wardrobe after all that.” the predatory trainer huffs, patting her denim shorts as if in apology.
Ben can only stare up at her, slackjawed. His feelings from before suddenly resurface as he tries to buck off his tormentor. “How could you do all that and act as if nothing happened!” cries the pinned trainer who bucks his hips upwards to throw off the girl straddling his waist.
Shae gives a surprised yelp at the sudden, violent motion, but manages to hold on. She brings her weight back down on top of the struggling trainer, holding his shoulders to the ground below him. She glares down at Ben who continues to struggle, but finds no give in this trainer’s surprising strength. “Look,” Shae scolds, coldness creeping into her voice, “you only have yourself to blame. You could have bothered anyone else in that whole damn city for a battle, but you chose me. You thought you could take me without any money and now…” Shae adjusts her position, leaning down to give Ben a full view of her breasts underneath her shirt while simultaneously pressing her plush ass down on the trainer’s crotch. “Your team is trainer food. Deal with it, kay?”
By this point, Shae’s other two Pokémon have risen from their slumber and begun to approach the pair struggling at the center of the battle arena. Much like their trainer, both Pokémon have processed their meals down as well. The stout Roserade now walks with an extra wobble in her step, the huge Milotic now nothing but padding on the Pokémon’s hips. She seems to have a glow about her, an expression of smug satisfaction plastered on her face. Gardevoir too appears pleased, caressing her gurgling potbelly possessively while trying and failing not to draw too much attention to her own gains. While previously the pale Pokémon was a willowy beansprout, she now sports a much fuller figure with hips that rival her trainer’s and a chest now expanded far beyond what it previously was.
“Wow, you guys look great!” Shae comments excitedly, turning her attention away from the trainer beneath her. “Your meals seem to have settled in well.” Roserade puffs her chest out proudly at the compliment, giving her rump a shameless smack in affirmation of her trainer’s words. Gardevoir on the other hand, simply turns, blushing, and attempts to pull her dress forward meekly.
While the girls show off to one another, Ben’s attention suddenly lands on a glint out of the corner of his eye. His belt, just a few feet away, with one final Pokeball clipped to it. His Charizard is in there, his beloved starter Pokémon. By some miracle, the predatory trainer and her Pokémon hadn’t devoured him. Looking up at his captor, Ben notes that her attention is still firmly on her Pokémon. Turning back to the Pokeball, Ben tries his best to reach for the capsule without alerting the trainer or her Pokémon. His fingers brush against the edge of the ball before pulling it closer to him. Immediate relief washes over the pinned trainer as he presses the Pokeball into his palm. “ They must have forgotten about him. ” Ben muses. “ Well, at least when I get out of here I’ll still have my Charizard .” The trainer stealthily retracts his arm, attempting to slip the Pokeball into his pocket. Mere inches away, Ben feels relief washing over him. He wouldn’t let his whole team be lost today. If he could just save one…
The relief is short-lived, however, as a hand takes Ben’s wrist. “Well well, how gentlemanly of you bringing us dessert.” Shae teases, prying the Pokeball from the male trainer’s grasp. Ben can only groan in defeat as she inspects the Pokeball now firmly in her grasp.
“Please…” Ben pleads. “Just let him go. He’s my first Pokémon, I raised him from a Charmander. I’ll never bother you again, just let me take my Charizard and go.”
Shae just grins down at Ben who stares up at her, desperation plain on his face. “And waste a perfectly good meal on some weak trainer like you? As if!” Shae’s chipper words send cold spikes down Ben’s spine. “Now who’s the lucky one who’s gonna take this big boy?” Shae questions, turning her attention back to her Pokémon.
Upon seeing this new treat presented to them, Roserade’s belly gives a low growl. The smaller Pokémon looks up to the taller one next to her, a look of needy desperation on her face. Gardevoir simply chuckles at this eagerness, giving her friend a quiet nod and stepping back. The grass type wastes no time before rushing forward to swipe the Pokeball from her trainer’s hand.
“Typical your bottomless belly wouldn’t be satisfied with just one meal.” Shae grins, shaking her head. “Enjoy your meal!”
That’s all the invitation Roserade needs as she depresses the central button on the Pokeball causing the massive dragon contained within to materialize in front of her.
Charizard, a look of complete confusion on his face, surveys the scene before him. His trainer, pinned down by the girl they had been battling before, looks utterly terrified. He wonders if they are still in the middle of their battle. The last thing he remembers before being knocked out was the Gardevoir standing next to her trainer delivering a devastating blow that rendered him unconscious but now… The massive dragon looks down at his feet and can’t help but grin. A tiny, pudgy grass type stares up at him, undeserved swagger evident in her stance. Charizard wasn’t sure what was going on, but if his trainer wanted him to battle this puny thing he wouldn’t hesitate.
Roaring, the massive lizard charges forward at the Roserade in front of him, flames covering his fist to deliver a powerful fire punch right to the diminutive grass type. Roserade, however, simply skirted around the attack, deftly running up the lizard’s arm and down his back, dodging the impact completely. Before Charizard could turn once again, the small grass type extends one of her bouquet-like hands, causing a small grass knot to sprout beneath the Charizard’s feet. Entirely caught off guard by the move, the dragon Pokémon feels the snare far too late as all of his weight comes crashing down.
Charizard lies mere inches away from his trainer and their opponent now. The large lizard gives a frustrated growl and attempts to stand once again only to feel his legs yanked out from under him once again. The dragon gives a rebellious roar, turning to face the Pokémon behind him, only to see the grass type lift his gets to her maw, spread her jaws wide and-
Homf!
-pack both the fire types clawed feet into her mouth like they were candy.
Both Shae and Ben watch as Roserade easily begins swallowing up the legs of her enormous prey, her gullet already beginning to bulge out with their heft. A look of utter bliss is plastered on the small Pokémon’s face, in sharp contrast with the furious, yet panicked expression on her Charizard meal. Ben is only snapped out of his morbid fixation on the Pokémon in front of him by another noise.
Gloooooarsh…
The sound, now familiar to Ben, is that of a hungry belly calling out for another meal. Slowly, Ben turns to face Shae who stares back at him with ravenous eyes. “Y-you can’t be serious?” Ben stammers. “You already have all my Pokémon, please just let me go! I can find other food for you I can-”
“Oh hush.” Shae interrupts. “You said it yourself, we’ve already melted down your whole team. It’d be irresponsible of me to let you walk around in the wilderness without any Pokémon!” Shae giggles, leaning in to give Ben’s cheek a long, wet lick before pulling away. “No, it’d be far better to send you down the gullet of someone who I know will take care of you. Besides, don’t you want to be reunited with all your Pokémon?”
Ben tries to scramble away, mirroring his starter Pokémon’s desperate struggles in escaping the all-consuming maw of the predatory plant devouring him. Yet, he only manages a few inches before he feels a pair of hands roughly grip his feet and yank him backward. He can feel Shae pry his shoes and socks off, discarding them on the ground beside them with callous glee. He can feel her breath now, warm and damp, against the soles of his feet as she brings them in close. Not daring to look back, it comes as a shock to the trapped trainer when the wet jaws of the trainer clamp around his feet, submerging them in tight, sticky warmth. Immediately, he can feel the predatory trainer begin to sample the flavor of his feet, running her tongue up and down them before roughly swallowing them down. He feels himself being dragged backward, unable to stop his descent, when suddenly a clawed hand enters his vision. His Charizard, equally helpless, is reaching out to him.
Reaching forward Ben barely manages to grab hold of the scaly appendage before another rough swallow sends his calves into the constrictive maw of his devourer. He holds on with all his might, feeling the two predators’ powerful muscles fight against one another to claim their respective prey.
Both Shae and her Roserade take this interruption in stride, however, as both adjust their position to rest on their hands and knees, their preys’ bodies dangling from their jaws. Unable to simply pull them in, both predators crawl forward, swallowing up Pokémon and trainer alike with slow, methodical gulps. Nothing seems to stop their drive for consuming their prey, not even when Roserade reaches her meal’s impressive middle, nor when Shae’s belly begins to sag to the earth below her with the weight of her meal. Both predators work through their respective obstacles with ease, claiming more and more of their prey with every moment.
Soon enough, only the heads of both Pokémon and trainer remain free of their digestive prisons. Ben can feel his body compressed and cradled tightly within Shae’s gut which already kneads and crushes around him. He can only imagine how tight it must have been for his Luxray and Goodra when they were forced into that impossibly cramped space together. Looking back towards his partner, he can’t help but be amazed at just how easily the grass type a fraction of the lizard’s size has managed to swallow down a majority of his Pokémon. She doesn’t even seem to take note of the struggles and desperate cries of the Charizard expanding her belly even further with his squirms. He feels utterly powerless in the face of these strange creatures who so effortlessly turned him and his team into nothing more than a meal to be enjoyed and then forgotten. He doesn’t give up hope entirely, however, as he still firmly grasps his Pokémon’s claw. Even as his neck is swallowed up, he still holds on. Even when his cheeks are stuffed into tight, warm flesh, he holds on. Even as he watches his world get framed by Shae’s jaws slowly closing in, he holds on. And finally, as his world is sealed in wet darkness and he watches the pained expression of his partner Pokémon vanish behind emerald lips across from him. He holds on.
Gulurp~!
Twin swallows from both Pokémon and trainer suddenly bring the last of their meals into the tight embrace of their digestive tracts. Roserade and Shae’s lips come together as the last of their meals’ arms are swallowed up, the firm grip finally broken under the onslaught of powerful peristaltic motion. Both predators harmonize satisfied sighs as they feel the last of their meals sink into their happily gurgling, bulging bellies which eagerly get to work processing these new meals.
“ Oooooh yeah~ That hit the spot.” Shae coos, giving her belly an appreciative pat. Looking to her partner, the stuffed trainer can’t help but smirk at the blissful expression plastered on her partner’s face. “Seems like you can say the same!” She laughs as her Pokémon rocks back and forth atop its own massive belly. A sudden confused expression crosses the Roserade’s face before suddenly-
Bhuuuuaarrrh-RHUUURRRAAAAAHLP~!
-a fiery belch escapes the depths of the grass type’s belly, causing the organ to tighten even more against the clearly defined shape of her dragon meal. Roserade sinks deeper into her gut after that, practically drooling as she rubs her belly in ecstasy.
“Guess you really enjoyed it! But jeez, Rose, that’s gross!” Shae laughs before turning her attention back to her own round belly. “Hey in there, thanks for being dessert! Working off your other Pokémon made me really hungry.” Shae punctuates her tease with a rough squeeze, putting her strength into tightly gripping her belly. Ben returns her jab with one of his own, causing her belly to bulge out roughly in the direction of Shae’s head. “ Ooh , hey! Watch where you’re jabbing, loser.” Shae growls, giving her gut a rough smack that sends ripples across the taught skin. “You brought this on yourself, remember that. Now do me a favor and digest nicely. Oh and make sure to stay off my-”
HwOOOOOOOURP!!!
Shae is helpless to stop the air flying free from her belly, her face taking on a deep red shade even as she unleashes the powerful belch. Roserade can’t help but laugh at her trainer’s embarrassment, the girl burying her head in her hands. “Oh come on!” Shae cries, digging a fist into her gut. “Just like you to be a jerk even in my belly…” the trainer pouts.
Unlike the predators in the outside world, Ben is as far away from the prideful boasting and joking as one can get. Humiliation and disgust fill him, even as his fleshy prison clamps down tighter around him. The sounds of happy gurgling and sloshing all around him are the only things he can perceive aside from the occasional bulge pressing in on him from the outside, Shae rubbing her gut triumphantly no doubt.
The trapped trainer can’t track time from within this space. He can only feel himself sloshing and bouncing about as Shae moves about. He could tell that she stood up and walked somewhere at some point as he could feel his digestive jail cell bouncing and rumbling about with her steps.
After she had settled down once again, the defeated trainer could suddenly feel hands pressing in on him from the outside, two sets if he was feeling it correctly. Grumbling at this new indignity, Ben simply pushed out against the protrusions wherever he felt them, only eliciting more happy grumbles from the belly that surrounds him and muffled moans from his captor. After what felt like an eternity of this indignity, Ben suddenly feels the walls of Shae’s guts shift around him, grasping him tighter than they ever had before. He feels them kneading and squishing him, eliciting panicked yelps from the trainer. He pushes back at them with all his might, but it is to no avail. He can feel himself getting weaker and weaker as fluids fill the already limited amount of space in the chamber around him. It reaches his neck when he finally begins to fade back into the blackness of unconsciousness. His last thought before closing his eyes in disbelief that messing up some girl’s stupid lunch was really worth all this.
Shae gives a happy sigh as she finally feels Ben grow still. “There you go,” she coos, feeling up her sloshing belly, “you’re just food now, give in and fill me up~” Aiding in the digestion of her dinner, Gardevoir diligently rubs and kneads her trainer’s belly. “Oh you’re doing such a good job, Gardevoir, I don’t know what I would do without you.” The psychic type merely smiles in response before going back to her task.
Shae looks over at her Roserade, who happily snores atop her massive belly. It always impressed her how fast the grass type could process food. Evidently, even the massive fire type she had slonked down was no match for the Roserade’s powerful guts as they had already begun melting down the powerful Pokémon into yet more plant food.
Smirking, Shae turned her attention back to her own steadily shrinking gut which gurgled happily with its now still occupant. In the end, the stuffed trainer was glad this uppity prick had decided to mess with her lunch. He was so delicious and filling, not to mention she could only imagine how much extra padding he would add to her, though something bothered her still.
“Hey Gardevoir?” the trainer calls, causing the Pokémon to stop her attentive rubbing and look to her trainer. “You think that after this loser is melted down we could go grab dinner?”