It was a quiet morning out at the lake house, and Christina was practically bored to tears. The short chubby redhead was left home alone and had all the toys a kid could want, but with the various extended leaves her parents had been taken to further their journeys as Pokémon trainers, Christina quickly grew tired of all of them. “Ugh! Why can’t they take me with them?” she whined to herself, chubby face pouting. “They said as soon as I turned 7 I could come! Hmph!” The girl made her way to the large squashy sofa budged up against the wall and flopped against the back. She stared wistfully out at the totally boring lake, nothing but the usual small pier and lifeless water lapping at the shore. The morning sunlight shone in brightly and made the private lake of Christina’s family look positively inviting. “Like I could ‘just go for a swim’ in the icky lake.” Christina stuck her tongue out at the empty waters. The vast estate her parents owned couldn’t’ve been more boring for the spoiled fat girl.

Christina pouted and whined and moaned to herself for a while, hanging on the soft couch and staring out at nothing. Her parents were enjoying a lengthy break from their bratty kid, leaving Christina no-one to complain too, and not so much as a Rattata scurried across their property as far as the girl could see. She’d never even gotten so much as a glimpse of any of her own parents’ Pokémon and it seemed they lived in an area deliberately devoid of the fantastical creatures. It was consequently quite a shock to the little girl when she caught a vibrant flash of blue out the corner of her eye. A big bird Pokémon was flapping its wings haphazardly as it came to a landing on the edge of the pier. Green eyes stared vacantly down to the water as it turned its head, long beak opening and closing in a fitful squawk. The healthy Cramorant stood stock-still as it engaged in its lazy hunt.

Christina gasped happily and shot up from the couch. She quickly brushed her hands down over the plain t-shirt and skirt she wore before rushing for the back door. “I can’t believe it! A Pokémon! You’re not getting this one Mommy and Daddy! This one’s mine!” Christina grabbed a net more suited to catching Butterfree and headed out into the hot morning air. Inside the cool, air conditioned home, Christina was sheltered from the heat and humidity. By the time she raced, barefoot, from the house to the edge of the pier, the plump girl was already starting to perspire. Her red hair, somewhat-curly already, became more-so as the weather took its toll on the shoulder-length hairdo. The Cramorant before her hadn’t moved an inch, eyes unblinking, profiling the encroaching human with dull interest as the other still scanned the water. Cramorant worked its beak open and shut silently while Christina began tip-toeing across the wood of the pier, thinking herself unnoticed. “Here little birdie! I just wanna pet you!” Christina lied, looking forward to having her own secret Pokémon that she could play dress-up with and ride whenever she wanted.

When Christina got within feet of the Pokémon she suddenly found herself eye-to-eye with it. Cramorant jerked its head around with both eyes staring down at the little girl. She flinched, holding the net up between them like a sword, but kept her eyes focused. Christina’s greedy eyes stared right back, deaf to the subtle rumbles of the feathered belly that sagged slightly between two webbed feet. It fluffed its wings slightly and ruffled its tail feathers, before suddenly lurching right for Christina! The girl let out a cry in surprise as the large yellow beak managed to clamp down on her right arm at the elbow, with a slobbery tongue lapping over her skin. Her hand jerked and dropped the net, it clunking onto the pier and tipping harmlessly into the lake water. Cramorant yanked, pulling Christina right off the pier and dangling her by the arm, sharp pains racing up her shoulder. “Ack! No! Bad birdie!” she cried as the bird Pokémon jerked its head mechanically to try and toss her into its throat. It let out a muffled squawk after failing several attempts, the death grip on the whining girl’s arm re-applied each time it tossed its head and clamped its beak on her again. “Let go!”

Christina registered shock when the Pokémon listened, but it was only coincidence. Cramorant dropped the girl, who landed with a heavy thud on her side. Several beak-shaped bruises lined her arm, bird drool dribbling onto the pier. Christina heard loud cries from Cramorant behind her, hearing its waddling footsteps slap against the wood towards her. “No!” Christina hollered, crawling desperately along to escape the mad Pokémon. Cramorant peered down at the escaping human, with her small skirt doing nothing to hide the panties and plump flesh contained behind them. Saliva built up and ran down its long beak as it lunged downward again, that beak yawning wide to snatch the girl up! Christina began to whimper in fear as she crawled but yelped aloud when the beak slipped between her legs and compressed against her belly and back. “Arrgh!” Cramorant was bent forward and dragging Christina backward, her arms and legs scraping against the pier in the process. “Help! Helllp!” Christina wailed, feeling warm drool begin to soak into her shirt and skirt as she was again hefted up. Cramorant easily lifted the small plump girl upward, neck and more supporting her weight, beak clamped tightly around her squishy body. Tears flowed from the girl’s eyes, vision going blurry, Christina flailing her arms and legs in protest. “Let me go! Stupid birdie!!!”

Christina was silenced when Cramorant shook its head back and forth rapidly. The girl’s arms and legs flopped about like a ragdoll and her blurry world grew all the dizzier. She panted and whined even after the bird stopped, it once again trying to toss her towards the back of its throat. Goosebumps raced across Christina when she lurched upward and felt a sensation of falling, only for the big beak to crunch against her painfully again. Her breath escaped her in a gasp with her middle compressed, and she felt her own plump butt compressing against something soft, squishing, pulsating. Hot slobber drenched her panties as she heard several loud gulping sounds, yet between the clamped beak and her wide rear and legs trying to get swallowed at once, she remained immobile. “Don’t eat me birdie!” Christina cried once she realized exactly what she was hearing, limbs and head dangled limply with Cramorant forcefully trying to swallow its large catch. After several more attempts the bird Pokémon decided to try another angle: It built up a water attack and blasted its prey from hits beak! The sudden gush of water blasted Christina’s rump, the girl screaming as she was propelled right down to the pier, smacking her head hard against the pier.

Dripping in water and slimy drool Christina lay there panting for a moment, unable to focus, the girl sporting several more bruises along her shoulder, forehead, and (though the shirt covered it) up her back and belly. She blindly tried to crawl forward, only to hit nothing but air as she brought her hand down. A cry escaped as she tumbled over the edge, plunging head-first into the water of the lake. Normally Christina was an adequate swimmer, but she could barely focus above water, leaving her to flounder hopelessly and splash everywhere. Having barely gotten a breath her lungs already burned as she tried to right herself. Cramorant wasn’t going to let her get away that easily though! The Water-type hopped off the deck and splashed into the lake itself, floating along the surface with tail wiggling and wings folded, webbed feet kicking away. It surveyed the fat flailing girl, her legs kicking every direction, skirt soaked and folded away, tempting derriere taunting the hungry bird. It waited for an opportune moment and struck again, turning its head sideways and getting its dangerous beak around Christina’s plump thighs.

Christina choked on a lungful of water as the harsh beak secured her once again, so as she was hefted up out she was coughing and sputtering with a searing headache blasting through her skull. She was shivering, dripping, whimpering, shirt and skirt dangling downward along with her arms and dripping red hair. Deep colors formed along the gripping beak across Christina’s upper legs, her body largely covered by beak-induced bruises at this point. “No...” she whimpered, legs below the knee beginning to mechanically kick in protest. Cramorant ignored them as it dumbly tried to devour Christina in the most inefficient way possible: The girl cried out in agony as she found herself swung upward, beak released to twirl her around. The beak chomped down against her hips as the lengthy avian tongue wrapped around her waistline like a belt. She hung sideways out of Cramorant’s jaws, the beak wide as it attempted to cram her in with pulls of its tongue. More capillaries burst within Christina as she whined and weakly writhed, her chubby body being forced to bend inward on itself. Her arms and legs were pointed forward as her middle was pressed up against a desperate gullet once more, but Cramorant figured it was a lost cause after only a couple noisy open-beaked gulps. Swallowing nothing but air, the bird Pokémon once more released its prey, beak expanded to let the crying girl spill into the water once more. The ensuing wave from the splashy entrance pushed Cramorant away somewhat, the girl’s water-logged clothes pulling her under, white panties the last to sink under. After steadying itself, Cormorant easily paddled back to where frothy foam and bubbles had formed.

Christina flailed in a panic under the water, unable to see with her hair getting in the way. She brushed it out of her eyes and flailed her limbs, trying to swim towards sunlight. She burst out of the lake and took deep heaving breaths of air, a whimpering sob escaping every so often. She was worn out from the large Flying-type trying to eat her over and over, body throbbing with bruises and aches. “S-s-somebody help!” she tried, though the lake was as empty as ever, save for herself and the Cramorant. More hair had slopped over Christina’s face, and she was quick to brush it aside, only to find herself staring at blue and white feathers. A loud groan bubbled out from the bird belly before her, tail feathers seeming to flick in anticipation. The girl slowly looked up to see a single green eye staring right down at her. The vacant stare was accompanied with a buildup of drool along the beak, occasionally dripping down in slow, viscous lines, distinguishing it from the water that Christina was fighting to stay afloat in. The girl gasped when Cramorant’s tongue flicked out, and mindlessly slid along the beak’s side. Cramorant made a small quark of a noise then jerked its head around, its maw hanging open just above the wide-eyed girl. The fleshy insides of the beak washed over Christina’s vision, from the black gullet behind to the squirming tongue hanging out. Sloppy saliva skittered down the beak to drip against her face, frozen in horror at the gaping beak preparing to eat her alive. She screamed just as Cramorant fanned its wings and plunged its beak over her head, webbed feet slipping out as its rump was raised in the air.

Everything went dark for the girl that moment, face compressed against the thick slimy avian tongue. She formed firsts and tried to beat against the Cramorant devouring her, but she only hit air as the beak noisily opened and closed around her head and now shoulders, trying to fit her in neatly. The noisy splashing coming from the girl and Cramorant couldn’t filter out the stale air puffing against her face with every breath the Pokémon took; couldn’t erase the dim sight of glistening flesh flexing and pulsating ahead of her. The long beak clamped down tightly between her shoulderblades and chest and, satisfied with the grip, Cramorant began to tip backwards. Christina was hefted from the water, her torso and lower body dangling from the bird beak, arms windmilling uselessly. “Let me go, you stupid birdie! You can’t eat me!” That was all the girl could get out, though, before the awful stench of what lie beyond the Cramorant throat made Christina gag. She sputtered against heated saliva and was pulled deeper, until her face was pressed tightly against the twitching gullet beyond. Cramorant managed to get its tongue inside her shirt collar and was busy painting her chest with drool, soaking in her flavor.

But what made Christina dizzy with fear and disgust came when the throat opened before the girl. She saw deep into the black throat, terrified she was about to get swallowed whole right then and there, only for a rush of awful-smelling air to come flowing out. All that excess air Cramorant swallowed earlier emerged in one thick, elongated open-beak burp. The reverberations rocked Christina, strands of slobber and terrible odors buffeting her face. “Eugh!” Christina cried, watery eyes staring deep into the widened throat as a delighted murmur emanated from Cramorant. A smaller follow-up belch followed before the bird quickly tossed its head up and back, throat muscles pounding all around the girl’s head. “Nooooo! Don’t eat meeeee-- hrmph!!!” A lewd, wet swallow gulped Christina’s head down into Cramorant’s throat, the feathered neck bulging out considerably. Another delighted purr grumbled outward as the Pokémon finally oriented its meal correctly, and it swallowed heavily again. Christina’s shoulders bulged out the throat next, her body noisily sliding along the tongue and into the awaiting gullet. Her bulging body sank down into the white-feathered chest as a third gulp devoured her deeper, leaving her stomach perched on the tip of the beak and arms pinned to her sides. Christina kicked her barefoot legs vainly as her panties-restrained rear stuck noticeably out of the bird’s beak. “Mmmmph! Hlllllp!!!” Sticky slimy slobber was worked into her face, pounding against her bruises as the supremely-tight throat constantly massaged into her.

Cramorant pulled its tongue out from the shirt after languidly tasting his fat meal, and proceeded to snake it out beyond Christina’s waist and between her legs. The girl began to kick with renewed vigor when the tongue lapped up against her butt, cupping against it to drag her in further. Cramorant’s head shook due to the girl’s struggles, his bulging neck and chest jiggling from the writhing. In the next instant Christina felt the familiar beak crush her lower and upper body. She gasped in discomfort, the chubby girl’s plump belly squishing outward with rolls of plumpness protruding out either side. As she sunk a little deeper the bird Pokémon viciously shook her from side to side, the girl’s butt jostling and legs flapping back and forth. In addition to the slimy stink of the throat and being pulled closer towards a grumbling stomach, Christina felt very dizzy and was close to passing out. Her headache returned as her forehead slowly squelched into the belly, her legs limp with the bulk of her fat body clasped in Cramorant’s beak. It was still now, the Pokémon having successfully forestalled its prey’s struggles. It paid no attention to the gross sloshing of its belly as the girl’s head plummeted into a small pool of acids, nor to now-limp hands of its prey compressing into the throat. Another thick gulp squeezed the entirety of Christina’s gut into the back of the bird Pokémon’s throat, leaving the ravenous bird beak to bounce and squish into the girl’s rump and her legs to flop about limply in time to each tasting squeeze.

Cramorant began to sink with all the extra weight it had put on, now bearing the full girth of Christina in addition to itself. Its body remained afloat, however, despite its wings flapping and belly swelling outward in a haphazard series of kid-shaped bulges. Christina’s face was dragged messily across a stomach floor lined with acrid fluids and worse, a vague outline of her face appearing momentarily under Cramorant’s tail feathers. Her legs, thoroughly soaked in bird slobber, were ushered together and held tight, the pinching beak clamping down over them again and again in heavy efforts to swallow the rest of the girl whole. More little bruises and discolorations dotted Christina’s legs, down to her ankles with the tongue lapping over her soles. Cramorant continually crunched around the meaty rear, panties soaked through with drool, forcing the squishy butt up against the gullet. It tilted its head upward and widened its beak as far as it would go, before jutting upward in a series of heavy, bird-like swallows. Every loud clenching of the throat dragged Christina deeper and forced her to start folding in on herself, the Cramorant barely roomy enough for the chubby brat’s size. Several more head-jutting gulps later and a wide, curvy bulge made itself apparent in Cramorant’s neck. Christina’s hips and rear squelched down noisily with her feet disappearing behind a now-shut beak, the girl whining aloud as she no longer felt the warm air of the outdoors. Instead her entire existence was that of a humid, smelly environment of the inside of a no-longer-hungry Pokémon.

“Help… S-somebody help me! Th-this birdie ate meeee!!!” Christina flailed her feet about, buffeting them over and over against a tongue that was mindlessly scooting them back towards the throat. Cramorant had lowered its head and was staring out vacantly, its neck and chest throbbing with protest while its belly was swollen and making small waves. One could hardly tell some of Christina was still in its beak, the bird Pokémon mindlessly polishing the rest of the girl off with a series of subconscious swallows. The bulges of Christina’s butt, legs, and feet steadily worked down into the bird Pokémon’s midsection, neck eventually returning to normal size as the deed of devouring the girl was done. The entire ordeal was punctuated with a thick belch from the bird as Christina was tightly squeezed into the stomach, sphincter sealing behind her clenching feet. Her knees had been ushered up across her chest, head between them, the girl ending up upside down with her back against a pool of slimy, wretched stomach acids.

Muffled cries and whines mingled with the soft subtle gurgles of a stomach gearing up to digest prey, and Cramorant didn’t pay it any mind whatsoever. It was content to float along the lake with its bulging stomach sticking out in all directions, from between idle webbed feet to out under its tail. It let the subtle waves of the lake water usher it around in a meandering path, Cramorant occasionally yawning its wide beak open to utter out strong wet burps and belches. Its tail flickered sometimes but the simple-minded Flying-type was content to rest and recover in the lake, while a kid in its gut slowly started to digest. The devoured girl tried to struggle, but every breath alone was enough to nearly exhaust the spoiled kid. Christina tried to press against the malleable wet stomach walls, but it seemed to push back whenever she tried. Ominous fluids continued to pour from the stomach walls, rapidly coating the slobber-soaked clothing in a thin layer of itchiness. “H-Help! Daddy Mommy! Somebody!” Her words barely escaped Cramorant, and never breached the lake, with the massive belly huddled underwater for the most part. Christina cringed when another birdie burp made the stomach walls clench tightly around her, one arm bent awkwardly and impressed upon in the process. “Owiiie!”

Cramorant rested in the lake for an hour, and every second was tortuous to Christina. The acids continued to pour out and drench her clothes. The sizzling effects against the fabric were apparent despite the pitch-blackness within the stomach, soon leaving Christina completely bare within the belly. Cramorant made a series of throat sounds before its beak widened again and another slimy belch ripped free. Tattered remains of Christina’s shirt and panties splattered along with saliva into the lake water and gradually sunk into the depths. That seemed to be a signal to Cramorant, as it began stretching its wings and jerking its head to gaze skyward. Christina whined within its gurgling stomach, the bruises massaged painfully as walls pummeled her from all sides. Acids continued rubbing against her skin, the terrified girl starting to feel their effects. Minutes ticked by as Cramorant prepared for flight, never once thinking about the girl since she was eaten. The Flying-type never concerned itself with food once it managed to squeeze it down its gullet.

Cramorant finally took flight with a rickety start. Its wings flapped rapidly and it clumsily climbed, sporting a large, bloated stomach that swayed and slosh with every flap. Christina found herself swaying, splashing fluids that had been idle across her body right over her face, causing a fresh whimpering squeal to escape her lips. Her head, already searing, swirled as she grew dizzy from the sudden jostling of the Cramorant’s flight. Cramorant climbed higher and higher, away from the lake and Christina’s spoiled life, the girl doomed to be nothing but a digesting mass of meat in the bird Pokémon stomach. She had no idea what was happening, as her whole world was filled with the sounds and smells, as well as the itchy stings of stomach fluids. The stomach was slowly filling out every available crevice with said fluids, digestion stepping up a notch. Every so often, high up in the air, Cramorant would let out another slimy belch, and Christina cried out in tandem. Her arms and legs grew numb with them scrunched against her body and the massaging stomach walls. The tingling sensations were only overridden by the sting of the stomach fluids, another powerful gurgle flooding Christina’s senses and making her wail in terror.

With every burp there was less air and more acids for Christina in the bird’s bowels. As more acids poured in the stomach walls seemed to compress more tightly, which only served to further highlight the eaten girl’s features under the swaying feathered Cramorant belly: Through the jiggling process of flight she’d managed to get her face pressed to the stomach walls, which made breathing nearly-impossible; her face was sometimes vaguely outlined on the belly, along with the imprint of her knees astride it. Other various bulges would appear and recede as Cramorant daftly flew, its groaning stomach and loud wheezing whines its only company. Hours melted away for the dim bird Pokémon, it only focused on blithely making its way back to its nest. Christina was left softly writhing and sobbing in the gurgling stomach, still conscious despite the chamber nearly full with stinging stomach fluids.

Things got worse for Christina the more time carried on. By evening, many hours after the curious girl attempted to capture Cramorant and ended up its food, she was barely conscious, immobile, hearing and feeling the acrid fluids work against her body. Her last threads of consciousness fled when she felt a sudden lurch. Cramorant landed heavily into its nest belly-first, squashing its flabby belly greatly. It squeezed and squished and stretched, compressing until a loud scrunching emanated from within. A loud groaning gurgle roared out of the now-motionless stomach, Cramorant’s beak forced open as a thick, elongated burp was torn from it. Cramorant’s tongue writhed in the explosion of air and more as the last of air was expelled from its stomach, along with a couple splotches of acid-and-slobber-coated red hair. Cramorant clicked its beak a couple times and drew its tongue along it, waddling about its nest in an autopilot task of tidying up. Its stomach was carried along, sometimes with the assistance of wings, and was constantly pressed down upon heavily or squashed to the side of the nest. It was nothing but a blubbery mass of noisy churns and gurgles for the hours Cramorant spent mindlessly tending to its nest.

Daylight slipped away and the diurnal Pokémon was weary. The hours of flight combined with heavy digestion still taking place had taken its toll on the dimwitted Cramorant, and there was still a long ways to go. The quiet night was punctured with a final short burp from the bird, Cramorant nesting atop its churning stomach and laying its beak down atop the edge of the nest to sleep. It slumbered well, the throes of digestion taking over completely, filling the nest with the loudest grumbling gurgles the stomach had produced that day. Christina was nothing more than a sloppy collection of soupy remains, digesting diligently away to sustain the simplistic life of Cramorant.

The next thing Cramorant knew, it was morning once more. It jerked its head up and blinked awake, cocking its head from side to side. It stretched its wings mechanically and widened its beak in a yawn. At the apex the yawn became a belch, and putrid air accompanied with slimy drool splattered over the painstakingly-cleaned nest. Several indigestible bones clattered about the nest, most fragmented save for the occasional small fully-intact one. A second belch followed up, neck bulging and receding as Christina’s skull toppled about the nest and came to a stop, its stare as vacant as Cramorant’s now. The bird Pokémon was left with a puffed-out belly, nothing but pudge now, sticking out under its white crest. Its legs were thickened up about its hips, and the stretch and shake of tail feathers was capped off with a slight jiggle due to the weight the bird Pokémon had taken on.

Cramorant wasn’t quite done disposing of Christina yet, though. Not all of its bulging backside was fat on the bird’s thighs. The simple bird took flight to see what meals it could find that day. Shortly after starting its flight, Cramorant relieved itself over the wide plains with fitful flicks from tail feathers. Thick globs of white shit squeezed out from Cramorant’s tailhole. Cramorant felt relief course over its body as it defecated, its waste dotted with strands of red hair and other bits of bone. A last mindless squeeze shat out a final large slop of bird crap, it slipping beyond Cramorant’s butt, past tucked-in feet, and down to earth. Every leaving splattered messily across the open field noisily, harmlessly, and Cramorant flew on as if nothing were amiss.

Feeling much lighter, Cramorant powered on and left what remained of its large, satisfying meal behind. The fattened-up Flying-type probably wouldn’t enjoy another meal quite like Christina, unless it would happen across another overly-curious child. Christina herself was no more than some bones in a nest, and scattered waste across the grass, along with plentiful amounts of fat on the Cramorant that ate her alive.