Splash! A relieved Snivy with a notable red scar crossed on his neck dove snout-first into the refreshing, cool waters of the lake. Bubbles rose as Fang sighed pleasurably, letting the coolness douse his exhausted body from snout to tail. His loose-hanging, syringe-lined sash lazily swished along to his strokes, one of which was empty. Fang had no interest in slithering his massive 30+ foot Serperior form along, and he had the somewhat-unique capability of being able to do something about it! He hadn’t bothered tightening the sash about himself, but it wouldn’t get anywhere unless he really booked it, so he paid it no heed. Fang’s mind was anywhere but there now, though, gliding along the surface with stubby, leafy paws and white hinds paddling away through the lake, his leaf-shaped tail bobbing up and down to propel him further along.

Fang was too relaxed to notice a Pokémon lurking beneath the surface, staring up at his underside and licking his lips. The Snivy only became aware of another’s presence when he felt something sharp bite into his tail, tugging at it. “Ow!” he gasped before being unceremoniously dragged under, a single bubble popping on the surface being his last sign of existing above the lake. Cheeks puffed with only half a breath held, Fang panicked and pawed desperately through the water as that surface was drawn further away. He flailed while holding his breath for dear life, so much so that it only barely registered when his sash was torn from his body was was left hanging idle in the water, abandoned. The Snivy let out a bubbly gasp when it hit, Fang feeling naked without it, but it was gone when the waters disappeared and he felt his body dragged up out of the water. He was in a dimly-lit den, on his back, chest heaving as he took big gulps of air. “Wh-where am I?”

“My home,” another voice answered. Fang leered up to see a bulging set of plump Buizel butt cheeks, dripping in water, staring at him. The Buizel turned with thick, fluffy tails swishing, revealing a grinning, fat Buizel, whose belly nearly dragged along the ground. The Buizel, Lutro, licked and smacked his lips heavily. “I’ve been meaning to add something green to my diet. You’ll do just fine.”

“I...” Fang blushed, bashfully playing with his fores and looking away. “Diet? You mean–”

“Oh yes,” Lutro grinned, piling onto Fang’s body and flattening him under his immense weight, licking up Fang’s chin and leaving behind streaks of drool. “You’re my lunch. Should pay more attention to where you’re swimming… not that you’ll have to worry about much anything ever again.” Lutro casually glided a paw against his doughy gut, gripping to the pudge and giving it a shake.

“No!” Fang squawked instantly, eyes darting from the slurping Buizel maw, catching glimpses inside, to the jiggling stomach that sagged over either side of his body, where countless others met their demise. Fang squirmed and pressed upward with weak appendages, only for Lutro to take them into his mouth and slurp at them. Fang hastily pulled them free, shaking them dry, and glowered. “You’ll see who’ll end up inside who!” Fang instinctively reached down to his chest to grab a syringe. Paw met scaly skin, however, and Fang gasped in shock. His sash, he forgot, was lost, floating limply out somewhere in the lake. Lutro had no idea what Fang meant, but a sudden physical grrrrrwwwwln bubbled out from the hefty belly pinning Fang.

“I think I will,” Lutro said, licking his lips loudly. “And so will you… Especially as you melt away in my stomach.” The fat Buizel’s tails swished happily, Lutro so rarely catching a Pokémon like this. Fang whimpered when Lutro’s paws gripped around him and planted against the back of his head. “Lunchtime,” the Buizel growled, jaws parting wide and wet.

“N-no! P-please, Mr. Buizel! Please don’t eat me!” Fang’s red eyes bulged, unable to stop Lutro from greedily shoveling his head straight into the yawning, slimy mouth. Pointed head and flimsy shoulders squelched noisily into the jaws, brushing against lips, tongue, and yielding flesh. Fang’s voice carried as his snout was pressed into the twitching gullet. “Noooo– SHCHGLK!” Furry lips clenched around Fang’s middle, with a thick tongue pressing against his chest, slipping under each leafy arm in turn. A delighted murr rumbled out of Lutro, while Fang wailed not to be devoured as he sunk down a bulging Buizel throat. NNNGLK! GULP!

Lutro casually rolled to his side, his stomach ladling flabbily over Fang’s rear and tail to keep him pinned. Fang whined as another ULP swallowed him deeper, his lips scrunching against a tight stomach sphincter. Lutro hugged Fang to his plush form, hauling him up and into his mouth, whose jaws worked steadily and leaked slobber everywhere. CHMP, SLRK, CHOMP, GLK ULP! Lutro noisily ate the squirming, squealing Snivy, the Grass-type’s head squeezing messily into a dripping heated stomach cavern. Fang felt his own tail squirming on the outside, his rump and feet writhing once they were pulled up and out of their pinned furry prison. “Mmmmph!” a muffled cry escaped, followed by a GRWL. Lutro purred as he sated his large tummy, another GLORK sending Fang’s chest and arms down the throat, neck expanding satisfyingly.

The Buizel had no trouble with the comparatively-smaller Snivy, Lutro wrestling somewhat with Fang’s protesting stubby legs until he shoved them under the Snivy’s writhing rear end, wedging them in against an exploring tongue. With naught but a swishing tail that slapped ineffectively to the den floor again and again, Lutro rested his own cheek on a paw, elbow to the ground, lazily eating Fang alive. Fang himself was hyperventilating, coiling in on himself as lewd GLP, URLP, GLUCKs gulped more of him down. The Buizel softly chewed around the Snivy’s lower belly and rear, watching the flailing tail with great amusement “Please Mr. Buizel! Let me out!” Tingling fluids were already dripping over Fang, the pitch-black squelching belly pulsing all around him and squeezing more juices over his body. GLORK! Fang whimpered, his belly swimming down the throat and peeking into the belly next. Half his tail was slurped in, leaving his leafy tail tip to weakly flicker at the edge of Lutro’s lips.

“Mrrr...” Lutro happily murmured, his stomach swelling out up against the wall of his den, obvious Snivy bulges sticking out every which way and writhing. He slowly slurped up more of the wriggling Snivy tail, and used his free paw to fold the tip the rest of the way in. Jaws stretched wide, Lutro playfully tucked the folded, worming tail tip in the rest of the way, before pulling his paw free and clamping his jaws shut. Barely an inch of green tail tip protruded past pursed lips, which vanished with a SLRP and a fleck of drool. Fang whined aloud, feeling that thick Buizel tongue coil and tease the last of him. Lutro’s eyes fluttered closed when, after a particularly ominous GRRRRRWWWWWL, he swallowed Fang whole and alive. GLRK!

Fang began to pant even faster, heart thundering in his chest. His legs and base of his tail squelched lewdly past the stomach sphincter, leaving him anchored awkwardly upward a moment. He beat his limbs against the soft stomach walls, splashing stomach fluids about unintentionally, as peristalsis sloshed and slurshed the rest of the devoured Snivy down into the thick, bubbling belly. When the tip slipped in and slopped into the rising greenish stomach fluid, the Snivy felt the stomach shrink all about him. GLRRRRT... “No! Nooo!” Fang squealed, his ringing protests only drowned out by a loud GRRRBLE, another scrunch of the stomach walls, and a muffled URRRRP from the Buizel’s maw.

“Ahhh… What a meal,” Lutro complimented, resting his head to the ground and leaving his swollen belly splayed out in front of him, one hind leg limply in the air as a consequence. With free paws he massaged heavily into his soft, churning stomach, the only firmness emerging from the Snivy with in, who was only just starting to properly churn away. Fang was beside himself, trapped and squeezed tightly from all directions. He was on his back, with his lower half entangled on himself, leaving him largely immobile. Fang tried wriggling his tail, only to feel the tip rub against his face. Despite the enormity of the belly on the outside, Fang found himself with precious little room to do anything… except digest. GRRRGLE.

30 minutes passed. Lutro had his tongue lolled out, jaws agape, his stomach visibly bubbling and CHRRRGLing away, as wide and jiggling as ever. Every now and then Fang managed to press a paw up against it, an outline of his protest emerging against the cream-colored fur. It receded as Lutro gave a thick shove against it every time, indenting his stomach and forcing a healthy burp from his jaws, saliva, and sometimes bit of green, splattering across the den. Fang was already starting to feel the effects of digestion, being completely coated in stomach acids and the loud GURRRGLEs nearly deafening the devoured Grass-type. His body was losing consistency, the formerly-solid tail, rubbing against his face, starting to feel more like very viscous, wet dough. His panting and protested had exhausted him, Fang laying limply and panting, feeling his body start to… drip. He let an arm delve into a pile of stomach fluid a moment, only for him to yelp and pull it free. He held it in front of his face, and he could feel it melting away before his eyes (despite the darkness). Lutro chuckled as a fresh, tired squeal emanated from his belly.

An hour later and Lutro was fast asleep, stomach bulging and glugging away without care. Fang had unwittingly slumped deeper into the churning stomach fluids, with the walls compressing in on him tighter than ever. His limbs and body was as consistent as a Grimer on a rainy day, and only getting worse. Every flick of his tail sent gooey remnants smattering across his face, which itself was drooping. “N-no...” Fang mumbled, before his eyes rolled up into his head and closed. He felt his legs, which were limply hanging above the pool of acids, dip into the slime, the Snivy unable to keep them out any more. Leafy arms followed, and then Fang’s head slumped to the side with his muzzle dipping into the fluids. The stomach seemed to churn in delight with Fang sinking mostly beneath the surface, the walls squelching tightly around the half-digested, now-unconscious Snivy.

The afternoon slipped by in what, to Lutro, seemed in an instant. In his stomach, Fang was properly and thoroughly digested. His body was melted down, limbs and tail reduced to masses of liquid. His body and the rest of him followed suit later, a mesh of green and white and yellow fluids all congealing into a thick soup, which the stomach fluids consumed. The dissolving solution worked to completely gurgle Fang and his liquefied remains away, until there was nothing left. Lutro unwittingly punctuated the digestive process with a loud slimy BOOOUUURRRAAAP!, which startled him from his nap. He clapped his lips together and licked over his lips, rolling onto his back. Lutro’s stomach was wider than before, some sagging between his hinds, the rest over either side of his chubby body. The lazy Buizel sighed wistfully, sinking his paws into either of his furry stomach. The ensuing gloorshes and slops, along with no more firmness felt anywhere inside, confirmed that Fang was no more than Buizel fat. Lutro swished his tails lazily along his den floor, them partially trapped by his sagging belly fat.

“Maybe I should go after healthy greens more often,” he pondered aloud, belly letting out one last feeble GLRT before falling completely silent. “Mmm… they’re definitely tasty.” Lutro had no inclination of moving for the rest of the day, sated from his Snivy meal and not wanting to lug his plump stomach anywhere. He yawned, stretched his limbs and tails, then lazily flopped onto his other side. His stomach smacked to the den floor and jiggled to a stop, the bottom pancaking along the ground. Always enjoying the sound of a full stomach, Lutro wormed a paw under his bulging tummy, hefted it up, and let it fall again. SPLOT! The Buizel watched his jiggling belly slowly settle to a stop, closing his eyes and going right back to sleep, idly licking his lips to reminisce about his recently-enjoyed leafy lunch.