Prices to Pay
By Lutro
"Get back here you slippery thing!" a rather plump buizel cursed. The pokémon's twin tails spun rapidly, propelling the water type through the lake, a trail of bubbles following in their wake. Lutro's legs hung limp, hips swaying here and there to steer himself through the water. His face was bunched up in a scowl: A small yellow fish was doing its best to keep away from the pokémon managing at least to stay several feet away from Lutro.

Unlike the fish, however, the buizel was a pokémon! A creature sporting many special abilities. Lutro focused and braced to unleash an attack: Water Gun! The jet of water was all but invisible underwater, but the pressure from the attack fired forward with great speed. The fish never knew what hit it, suddenly jettisoned up out of the lake and splatting on to the shoreline, flopping about desperately.
Lutro grinned and shifted his hindquarters, his tails propelling the buizel over to shore. Despite his girth, he was quite swift in the water. All this effort combined with his weight served to fatigue the buizel, but to him it was all worth it. Swooping out of the water much more gracefully than the flopping fish, Lutro leapt out and landed on all fours, watching the fish flail with amusement as he caught his breath. "Hah! You... couldn't get away from me!" he huffed, grinning. Lutro reached out with a paw and snagged the fish by the tail. The non-sentient creature wriggled in his grasp, the water type licking his lips. Lutro laid down on his belly, letting three of his legs splay and tails rest, while the fourth leg held the fish up to his muzzle. "Finally: Lunchtime."
The plush buizel leaned his head up and opened his maw under the caught fish. Without a second thought he let it drop. Lutro chomped his jaws closed around the scaly thing, its tailfin flicking about outside, doing all it could to try and wiggle free. Lutro moaned in delight and suckled on his food a few moments, tongue licking all over the fish. Berries were his usual diet, but the buizel by far preferred this much rarer meal. He savored his catch, tasting and slurping over the fish while recovering from all the energy he expended catching the small thing.
Unbeknownst to Lutro, a set of green slitted eyes had poked out of the water among some tall grass. They watched the fat buizel maneuver along the water, catch his prey, settle on shore. The creature in the water swam a bit closer, still camouflaged behind the tall grass. The upper jaw of a totodile emerged from the water shortly after, Guzzle raising his head to get a better sense of the situation. The totodile's belly growled at the sight of the fat buizel: Lutro, fishtail wriggling in his jaws and cheeks puffed out with a cheeks puffed out, looked positively scrumptious! The buizel's plush belly was pancaked against the ground, pushing out either side of the water type, and out behind his hindlegs. From this angle, the hungry totodile was also witness to the buizel's plump backside. The swishing tails made Lutro's rear end jostle around, rumpcheeks soft, plush, and full of fat.
It was almost too good to be true. The totodile crept silently out of the water onto shore, several feet behind the dining buizel. Guzzle couldn't help but drool at the teasing sight, slowly licking his scaly lips and watching those twin tails sway back and forth. His vision only tore away from the buizel's rear when Lutro suddenly threw his head back. Snout pointed skyward, Lutro slurped up the fishtail and swallowed noisily. The fish bulge emerged and receded from his neck in an instant, the buizel's lunch quickly settling into the chubby stomach.
Urp. "Now that hit the spot," Lutro said to himself. "If only they were a bit slower... then I could get at them every day!" The buizel stifled a yawn and started to stretch, rotating his head about on his shoulders. "Mm, think I'll just camp out up here for the day and.. take a..." The buizel's eye caught the creeping totodile, who blinked and froze in a moment of uncertainty. "...Nap?"
The buizel scrambled to his feet and spun to face the stalking pokémon, edging a step or two backwards slowly, towards the water. He didn't think this other pokémon was around here... nor did he look particularly friendly! Lutro recognized the species, but unlike other totodiles he'd run into, this one was about as big as Lutro was. Maybe bigger!
Guzzle was caught, and he knew it. He had to admit to himself that he wasn't sure if he could even down the buizel entirely. Buizels weren't usually so plush, but past successes had left Guzzle a bit stronger and quicker, not to mention bigger. Indeed, as the totodile started to move forward to match the slow cautious steps of Lutro, it was obvious that this totodile was bigger than your average Big Jaw Pokémon! Guzzle growled at the current stalemate, then thew subtlety out the window: He flopped forward onto all fours and made a sudden dash, eager to clamp his jaws around the fat weasel!
Lutro was just about to break the ice and say something to the stalking water type, but before he could blink the blue pokémon was barreling down on him. "Hey, hey stop!" Lutro exclaimed, paws digging into the sand of the shore to push off and change direction. His legs scrambled clumsily on loose footing, sand flying out behind him as he closed the distance to the water and made to dive toward salvation. The buizel sighed in relief, leaving the ground behind in his leap and holding his forepaws out in a diving motion. He was going to make it!
A sudden snap of pain shot up from his tails, Lutro crying out in surprise. The water grew closer one moment, further away the next, as Guzzle, jaws clamped over Lutro's furry tails, swung his head back fiercely. The plump buizel yelped in pain, tails feeling like they were going to get ripped free from his body, as he was in turn swung away from the water. Guzzle released the buizel's tails and let Lutro fly, the fat buizel smacking back onto shore and rolling to to a stop. He groaned and flicked his tails up against his chest, tenderly petting over the bitten area. There weren't any wounds but it stung. His head swiveled to face the totodile. "Hey you! Why'd you go and--"
Whatever bravado the buizel put on melted away, seeing Guzzle on all fours again charging right for him! The prone buizel only managed a feeble wriggle, trying to get back on his feet, before the totodile smacked his large head hard against Lutro's relatively-small one. Lutro flinched against the fierce blow and sprawled onto his back in a daze. "Ugh..."
Guzzle reared back up onto his hind legs and grinned down at the stunned buizel. "Perfect." He smacked his lips, saliva glistening along his lips now, and leaned down to give Lutro's face a long, slow lick. Guzzle's breakfast from hours ago was nothing but a berry. His belly was growling away, causing the open-maw'd totodile to belch across Lutro's face mid-lick, startling the buizel out of his daze. The first thing Lutro saw upon his vision clearing was the wide, yawning maw of Guzzle. His gasped and tried to roll away. Before he could so much as get off his back, Guzzle hopped up and sat right on the fat buizel's soft belly. Lutro oofed, the weight from the other water type making it hard to breathe.
Guzzle straddled the buizel, the totodile's tail flicking across Lutro's lower belly and sliding across the fur. His rump was cozy atop the soft, squishy midsection. He broke the silence with a laugh. "Ya' know, I had you pegged for being all exhausted after that little fishing trip you took. But you still almost got away! But now you're mine!" Guzzle guffawed again before greedily slurping up Lutro's chest and under his chin, drool strands connecting chin with tongue tip. "Mmm... worth the extra effort though! You taste great! And you feel all squishy and tender." The totodile wiggled his rear against the buizel belly, it jiggling and molding around Guzzle's thighs. Guzzle swore he could feel Lutro's fishy lunch weakly squirming about under his rump, making him giggle some more. "Hope you enjoyed your last meal."
"No! Let me go!" Lutro squawked, immediately trying to push up against the totodile with his forelegs. Paws scratched up against Guzzle's scaly hide. To his dismay, his feeble attacks didn't harm so much as a scale on Guzzle's body. Lutro's lip quivered. "P-please, y-you let me go! There's plenty of other fish for both of us to enjoy!"
"Mm, not a chance. Why should I bother chasing down a dozen fish when I can... hurk... urrrrraaaap!" The totodile interrupted himself, maw gaping wide and a belch spewing out all over the buizel. The frightened buizel stared at the quivering gullet and glistening maw spread before him. The huge mouth clearly more than enough to snap the plump buizel up! Guzzle patted his own gut. "Sorry, didn't have much breakfast. My belly's just begging for a large, juicy meal like yourself!" Guzzle licked his lips and stared down at the quivering buizel. "Any last words?"
Lutro was now trying to push up against the totodile's thighs. His hind legs kicked, too stubby to reach Guzzle and only occasionally glancing against his wagging tail. The buizel's butt jostled as a result of his efforts, belly quivering beneath Guzzle. "N-no, you can't! Please! Let me go! Y-you can't eat me!"
"That so? Sorry, but that's what you pay for being so plump and vulnerable! I believe I can eat you, in fact. I believe I will eat you! Riiiight now." Guzzle drooled, eyeing over the chubby buizel like a thick piece of chewy meat. The drool ran down his chin and dribbled over the buizel's face. The totodile's large jaws sprawled open over Lutro, blotting the afternoon sunlight out of his eyes. Instead, the view was nothing but a wide glistening gullet, with a tongue lolling out over Guzzle's gums and just barely tickling buizel fur. Saliva connected several sets of teeth and gums, bowing downward due to gravity, as Guzzle lowered his jaws.
Lutro let out a squeal and put his paws up, aiming one for the lower jaw and another for the snout. Guzzle's jaws pressed against the resisting paws, Lutro's forelegs already quivering from the effort. "Y-you can't eat me...!" the plump buizel declared, feeling the eager tongue flitting under his chin. Guzzle's head pressed lower, Lutro's forelegs bending at the elbow. He could smell Guzzle's breath. "...You can't!" The jaws lowered further still. One of Lutro's paws pressed against the ground as the upper jaw sank over top his head, the buizel's muzzle all but nestled in between the jaws now. "...Don't eat me!!!" he cried in desperation, just as the totodile snapped his jaws shut.
"Mmpph!! Mmmmppph!!!!" Lutro's voice squealed into the tongue his face was now pressed against, Guzzle tasting and slurping all over his now-captured prey. The buizel's paws now beat at snout and chin, but the totodile's strong jaws wouldn't budge an inch. They were latched onto Lutro, and they were not letting him escape.
Murring at the succulent taste, Guzzle lifted his head up a bit with Lutro's head in his jaws, bending the buizel upward. In the next instant he snapped downward, jaws opening and closing in the blink of an eye. Lutro quickly found his forelegs and chest buried in totodile jaws, tongue working to drench him in drool and get every taste it could from the fat pokémon. Lutro's snout pressed up against the gullet, forelegs pinned to his sides. He could barely move his backside with Guzzle still sitting on him, his tails feebly flailing out past his jostling rear end. He bore witness to the squelching gullet as the jaws opened slightly, light seeping in and making Lutro see his impending fate. His eyes widened at the sight, gullet sqlrshing open, just as Guzzle thrust his head downward further. Lutro's head pressed into the widened throat hole. "Noo--" GLK.
The totodile was in paradise. He'd never caught such a large, tender prey before. And certainly never one nearly as big as he was! Guzzle murred loudly, trails of saliva running down all sides of the buizel. With nearly half the otter devoured, head making a thick bulge in his neck, Guzzle rocked forward some, then backward, sliding down off the buizel and gripping to the fat water type's sides. Lutro squealed a muffled cry at the grab, Guzzle easily grasping to his love handles and gripping tight. The totodile fed more Lutro upward, jaws opening and clenching shut in time with each GLRK sounding out to swallow more and more of his catch. The buizel now sat up straight, hindlegs dangling off the ground with his butt and bellyfat sagging downward. His hindpaws tickle the ground below, starting to flail as he was held midair by the mighty totodile jaws.
A curvy buizel bulge outlined Guzzle's chest and neck, the buizel not having a long journey before his snout again bunched up against a muscle. Another strong GULP pushed him through, head diving straight into the potent acids of the totodile. Guzzle drooled at the thick taste of the belly, the fat stomach just breaching his jaws, as the buizel let out a fresh cry of agony. With a grunt he hefted Lutro up, repositioning his paws under the lower belly of the buizel, holding him horizontal. He then began chewing and biting forward, small GLP, GLK, GULPs following each bite. Lutro's tubby form yielded to the bites, his plush belly molding around the teeth and completely filling out the totodile's maw. Guzzle's tongue poked out past his jawline and licked ravenously up against the buizel's sagging lower gut.
Guzzle's belly growled loudly with more and more of Lutro spilling down into it, curling against the walls and making paw and head indentations all around the totodile's midsection. Guzzle's paws slip under the thighs and press backwards against Lutro's plump buttcheeks, pressing inward and clenching his eyes shut. "Mmff... GLRK. GLUCK. GLK, GLP!" His jaws almost threatened to unhinge as the fat buizel's wide hips and furry butt sink into the jaws. Guzzle squeezed his jaws around the rump with a happy noise each time, drool spurting out with each effort as the springy nature of the plush butt kept his jaws from closing entirely. He thoroughly enjoyed mashing the juicy flavor around in his jaws again and again, eyes rolling when his tongue laps up into the chubby crevice. He licked all about the plumpest part of his meal, buttfur soon matted down in saliva.
Lutro's cries remained unanswered with every chew, swallow, slurp, and taste, feeling less and less of the outside world as even his hindpaws feel nothing but the heated inside of a predator maw. Every greedy chew and paw press from his devourer sent a shiver down his spine, the buizel basting in stomach acids already as the stomach began to heat up.
With an effort, Guzzle shoved the buizel's butt further in and took a huge swallow. GUUUULP! Lutro's hips sunk into the gullet with his buttcheeks poised at the back of the throat, hindlegs bunched together and settling at the base of the totodile's tongue. Feeble tails flick about outside the jaws, as Guzzle finally managed to clamp his jaws shut. Those tails remained protruding, Guzzle taking a final slurp and pressing his tongue against the buizel's rear end, swallowing Lutro whole. GLURUK! Guzzle's neck bulged out greatly as Lutro's hips and butt sink down and splsh into the belly below. The bulk of the buizel curled up into the very engorged belly. The last inch the buizel's tails stuck out of Guzzle's jaws. He felt the furry things flick, as his belly now protruded out past his own jawline and made his hindlegs splay outward. "Ahhh... Uuuuuuuuuurp!" The totodile belched, tongue and tails flailing about at the sudden expelling of air and slobber, his stomach sounding off with a loud groan. Guzzle clamped his jaws around Lutro's tails again, tongue sliding around his scaly lips. The tails remained flitting about weekly, but the totodile didn't care: He was stuffed.
Lutro urked and yelped and moaned within the sloshing stomach. He felt like he was being perpetually dangled by his tails, the edge of his butt forced to remain pressed against the sphincter where his tails were still stuck in. His hindlegs kicked feebly in his awkward position, the chamber already beginning to get flooded with more fluids. "Heeelllp! He--mmbrrbl!!"
Guzzle couldn't hear a word from his meal. At best he heard muffled murmurs of some kind, but the groans of his belly outshone whatever the eaten buizel could dish out. "Ahhh... You were the biggest, juiciest thing I ever ate!" Guzzle declared, petting a paw on his bubbling belly and licking idly about the tails in his mouth. Beads of leftover saliva slither down the tails, their flicks flecking it all about Guzzle. The totodile hardly cared to move, however, and wasn't even sure if he could: His feet were invisible to him, mashed under a squirming, gurgling belly, which threatened to make him about as wide as he was tall! Sighing contently, he rested his lower jaw down on the squirming bulge, feeling every weak paw push and protest from within. He gently rubbed over his belly's sides as his tail began to sway across the ground slowly. The contented totodile looked about the lake. The battle and resulting meal had made whatever pokémon that were still around flee in fright. Nobody wanted to mess with Guzzle!
Satisfied that he was safe, the totodile closed his eyes to rest them up. The battle and ensuing meal had taken quite a bit out of him! And with his belly jostling and glorping loudly, his remaining energy was being spent on digesting the plump buizel. Lutro, however, couldn't so much as whimper any more. What little room he had was overflowing with acids, and it wasn't long before Guzzle felt the struggles grow still, and the gurgles grow louder.
Guzzle thoroughly enjoyed his filling buizel meal. Over the course of the next few hours, he never quite fell asleep, but rather fell into something of a food coma. He kept his eyes closed and relaxed, occasionally licking his lips and making pleasant noises. "Mmm... slurp... Ahh... uurp." The only other sounds were coming from his belly.
Grrrrn.... glurp... "Mmph..." Glooorp... The noisy digestion in the totodile's stomach worked Lutro down. The fat buizel had fallen entirely silent, leaving the swelled totodile belly to smooth out into a large, round, burbling dome, still perfect for Guzzle to rest his chin down on and continually rub over. It groaned and continued digesting the chubby buizel meal. During his rest, Guzzle's stomach started to shrink a bit, buizel fat growing around his thighs and rump. The rounded belly was quite a bit softer, Guzzle's rubbing paws and chin squishing down into it. The totodile was still sated despite the hours passing, his butt having sunk a bit into the soft ground by the shore, tail all but still. The buizel's tails were still in his mouth and poking between his lips, all that remained of the digesting buizel that would be recognizable. Guzzle's tongue still occasionally licked, getting that fraction of flavor to remind himself of Lutro again and again. Nothing would spoil this moment for the totodile...
Thmp, thmp, thump, thump...
Guzzle blinked, snapping out of his lovely daydream of chewing and swallowing down plump otters, and lifting his chin. His gut still groaned softly, but it was only occasional and not nearly as loud. The tailtips hanging from his mouth swayed with momentum as he turned his head. What was that noise? He could more feel something padding along the ground under his rump than hear it, but it definitely sounded like heavy footsteps!
Guzzle looked left, right, then finally behind him when he located the source. A floatzel, one as proportionally plush as the buizel he'd just eaten, was waddling along on all fours. Thump, thump, thump... She looked annoyed, head on a swivel, long thick twin tails flicking about behind her generous rump. The floatzel noticed the totodile relaxing on the shore, and smiled some. "Hey," she greeted in a moderately-deep voice, waddling up behind Guzzle.
The totodile wasn't quite sure what the make of the approaching floatzel. She seemed friendly enough. Or at least, distracted enough. He wriggled and scooched around on his rump in-place to face the floatzel, still not too comfortable getting up with the swelled stomach he'd have to carry. "Hello," he replied with a friendly wave, suppressing a yawn and a belch as he looked the floatzel over. "Uh, are you lost or something? Ms...?" he'd ask as the floatzel resumed looking left and right.
"Maji," the large floatzel responded, coming to a stop about a foot behind the totodile and his idle tail. She shook her head to his question. "No, not lost. I was actually looking... for..." Maji's eyes widened a bit, then narrowed, staring daggers at Guzzle. Or more precisely, to the twin tail tips protruding from his lips. With her on all fours, the pair were at equal eye level. "You... did you eat the buizel that lived here?!"
Realization struck. This floatzel wasn't lost. She was looking for that fat buizel I ate! he thought in despair. Guzzle tried to discretely dispose of the evidence, but his subtlety was anything but. The slow slurp of the tails rang loud across the clearing. Sluuuuuurrrp. He guiltily tipped his head back and swallowed the tails down, his belly now having more than enough room. Glck. The tails slip down the throat nearly bulgeless, piling up into the nutritious fattening soup that was the remnants of the pudgy buizel. "I... don't know what you're talking about, eheh..."
It was, of course, a rhetorical question, Maji scuffing a paw into the ground before pounding it with a balled up fist. "Damn it Lutro. I told you to be more careful than that... You dumb fool." At Guzzle's reply, the floatzel's head snapped up, and the fist swung out and smacked the totodile right in the side of his bulging stomach, sending it sloshing and swaying as Guzzle fell on his side, eyes wide in shock and losing his breath. "Liar!" she accused, closing in on the fallen water type and straddling over either side of him. Her head and chest was now over Guzzle, the floatzel seething. "You ate my father!"
The totodile panted, tongue hanging out and lazing across the ground. Guzzle tried to catch his breath, on eye staring up at Maji and looking frightened. "You're father?! But he... I mean no... I mean... No I didn't! I swear, I--" Before any more excuses could fly, Maji punched him again, right in the gut. Guzzle groaned and clenched his eyes shut, tail curling up under his legs and cradling his belly. The second blow sent a fierce groan emanating outward. Guzzle hurk'd, cheeks bulging. A sudden belch ripped out, ejecting an acid-stained buizel skull towards the lake. It plopped into the water, sinking out of sight.
"You're a damn liar, you miserable excuse for a pokémon," Maji growled under her breath. She placed both paws atop the totodile's large, soft belly, and pressed down. Hard. Guzzle groaned and squirmed, his legs and arms uselessly flailing against his sudden assailant. The compression of his still-gurgling belly made him feel ill, pressure building around his insides and nearly making him tear up.
"Was it worth it, totodile? Are you happy you devoured him?" Truly, Maji was upset. She wasn't exactly close with Lutro, but it was the principle of the matter: No-one ate her kind and got away with it on her watch. The floatzel lifted a paw and scratched the totodile across the face, making Guzzle cry out. She couldn't penetrate the hardened scales, but the scratch still stung the weakened water type. "Pathetic weakling. Preying on someone so innocent."
"I hurk. He..." The totodile stopped himself from trying to defend his actions. Maji wouldn't listen to reason, and he knew it. He just closed his eyes and took the blows, thinking that Maji would grow tired of beating on the totodile and leave. "I... I'm sorry..." he managed to mumble. Another punch to the gut let him know exactly how effective his apology was.
"Shut up. You don't get to talk," Maji answered, her paws now firmly on the belly again, sinking in. "No, you will suffer for what you did... and whatever you gained from Lutro will not be yours to use. He will not have died just to feed a weakling like you." The floatzel stared over the totodile more carefully now... a hungry glint growing in her eyes. This was all too plain to Guzzle, who gasped. Especially when Maji's tongue slipped out and licked over her furry lips, paws feeling over the plush totodile belly. "No, you're going to suffer the same fate you put Lutro through. And when I'm done you'll be nothing more than fat on my hips and a pile at the bottom of the lake!"
The totodile's mouth hung agape at the threat, eyes wide in shock. "Wh-what? NO!" Despite his protesting shriek, Maji leaned down and drew her tongue across the softened totodile belly. Side to side, all the way down between his legs, up to the tip of his tail.
"Mmmm... I'll take some solace in the fact that your fat ass is delicious." She clamped her jaws down over Guzzle's tail. The ensuing yelp made her smirk. Maji slurped on the tip before letting it fall limp to the ground, it covered with saliva. A line of drool connected it to Maji's jaws until the floatzel wiped her mouth. "Ooooh... Yes, I'm gonna enjoy swallowing you down and digesting you. Hope you enjoyed this fresh air, worm, because that's the last air you're ever gonna breathe."
The floatzel then slammed her chest down over the totodile's body, Guzzle completely pinned from the neck down. In a desperate attempt, Guzzle lashed upwards with his large jaws, snapping them up at the large floatzel. The sluggish movements from the fattened, beaten totodile were more than easy enough for the floatzel to avoid, however, the totodile getting a punch up under the chin for his troubles. Guzzle's eyes water when his jaw is smacked, his jaws suddenly clamping down around his own tongue and sending a shock of pain through his maw. The tongue remained undamaged, but the totodile still writhed in agony, vision blurred with watering eyes. He blinked away the tears and was felt shivering under Maji's bulk. "P-please..." he stammered, all too familiar of the irony of Lutro being in his position mere hours before. "P-p-please don't eat me! I-I'll never... h-hunt again. Especially not your kind. Just please let me go!!"
Maji seemed to hesitate a moment at the plea. She looked straight down at the totodile, her chest and belly sprawling over the captured pokémon, compressing cozily and making her belly rumble. All while Guzzle felt the harder pressings, the totodile's belly spreading out to the sides and causing pain to course through his middle. He whimpered at the pain and pressure, one eye clenching closed as the floatzel's jaws spread open and a roaring belch sprayed down over him. Totodile caught a whiff of stale sea life. Possibly that popplio or seel, his nose was telling him.
Maji noisily smacked her lips as her maw shut. "Oof, I'm just famished now that my breakfast is taken care of," she grinned, drool openly flowing down and drizzling Guzzle's snout. "Time for you to suffer, totodile. I'm gonna enjoy this." And at that promise, Maji spread her jaws own wide. Guzzle couldn't believe it, but the widened jaws looked big enough to even take in his large head! Woozy from the last punch, he could only weakly shift his head side to side a few inches at a time, a nonsensical babbling bubbling from his mouth as the floatzel's jaws sunk downward. The descriptive torture he knew was in store made his eyes tear up further, Guzzle not even able to form comprehensible words. The price for his buizel meal was too much.
Maji wriggled her rear end in anticipation, tails hiked and swishing in delight. Her jaws came down over the quivering totodile's head, the wide-eyed water type's chin gliding neatly across the tongue until the snout poked against her gullet. Guzzle let out a final feeble cry just as the glistening, drooling jaws closed around his head, furry lips sealing around the chubby totodile's neck.
The floatzel puckered her lips and slurped, globs of drool sliding down Guzzle's neck and onto the ground. The totodile squirmed like mad under the floatzel's girth, arms and legs and tail pinned, belly wobbling from his attempts to slip free. His breathing became labored, hyperventilating with his whole head jammed in the slicked maw, neck being squeezed by Maji's lips. His green spikes were dug into the ground. The floatzel murred at the totodile's flavor and swallowed his muzzle down with a slimy GULP.
Guzzle cried out in pain, the spikes forced to drag through the dirt as his shoulders slip into the jaws. Suddenly, he felt the pressure on his middle lighten, and for a second he thought the worst of the pain was over. A shocked squeal from the bulge in the floatzel's neck put an end to that thought, as the floatzel stood onto her hinds. The totodile was forced to dangle from the maw by his neck, straining those muscles due to his immense weight: The softly-churning totodile belly sagged greatly, even past his now-kicking feet and flailing tail.
Guzzle was too weak to lift his arms to push against the jaws, leaving Maji free to taste and slurp over her fat meal. Her drool now seeped down and around Guzzle's bulbous belly, the floatzel deliberately chewing to make him feel every moment of getting eaten alive. With another murr, she reached up under Guzzle's gut and pushed up, jaws widening a moment then closing again as a powerful couple gulps swallow more of the totodile. GLK. GLP. His arms, already useless, were now jammed between Maji's lips, only his claws weakly grasping at air now protruding from them. The floatzel's jaws clenched around Guzzle's chest, just above his stomach.
Gripping tight, the floatzel suddenly sprung forward in a graceful dive, splashing into the nearby water with her dangling late lunch well-secured in her jaws. Guzzle heard the splash of water, and on impact another instinctive GUUUULP sealed more of the fat water type away, part of his bulging stomach squeezing into the jaws. He felt water lapping up against his rump and feet, his flailing sending water everywhere. Guzzle moaned, willing the water to somehow pull him back out. Instead, his last touch of water provided no relief. He felt sick to his compressed stomach as gravity went topsy-turvy, Maji flipping onto her back and floating using her natural inflation ring around her.
Guzzle felt his rump smack against her chest, the totodile now sticking out of her muzzle and splayed across her furry form. He whimpered and tried to shout, but could hardly move his jaws as they were compressed and sinking down the slicked throat, muscles pulsating and pulling him down further still. The floatzel relaxed, her paws pressing around the plump totodile's sides. Her belly wobbled and growled, hungry for fresh meat that her tongue was signaling was on the way. Twin tails float along the water's surface, swaying this way and that, between Maji's splayed, limp hindlegs as she casually devoured the totodile.
"Mmmrrr... Ulp. Glk. Glkch. Glrk." Delighted purrs rang harshly about Guzzle. He wasn't sure how much longer he could even stay conscious with the nausea and pain consistently flowing through him. He almost wished for it, but, to his dismay, the sharp sting of acidic stench kept him fully conscious. The blups and burbles from the stomach below were growing louder. The profound totodile bulge in Maji's neck and chest showcased Guzzle's progress. Her jaws chewed against his belly, each swallow pulling more and more of the fat scaled stomach inward. Guzzle's butt left its furry seat, only his lower belly, rump, hindlegs and tail now protruding skyward, the floatzel's head relaxing against the water's surface. Her tongue, licking and tasting throughout eating Guzzle, now lapped around the globe of a gut and between his legs. Guzzle squealed in fright when he felt the tongue lap up against his rear, right up against the base of his tail, sinking inward against the plush scaly rump and ushering him further inward. Another squeal sounded out as Guzzle's head was shunted into the hungry stomach, which growled in greeting to the doomed totodile. Glp.
Maji lowered one of her paws into the water, the other prodding and poking around her fat catch's soles and rear end. The tongue left no scale untasted, drool freely pooling around her chest as a result. GLRK! Another large swallow pulled the rest of his belly into those floatzel jaws, some of the belly bulging her neck out considerably. With knees now trapped as well, Guzzle feebly clenched and unclenched his feet, his worm-like tail flitting about outside the jaws. Maji chuckled cruelly at the last feeble sight of the totodile, her paw sinking into her maw to push forcefully against his butt. Ulp. Glk. Gulp! Guzzle's feet slide inward, just a bit of his tail all that was left. Maji gripped to it with her now drool-soaked paw and gave it a few painful squeezes, while slurping all over the totodile's butt and feet.
The floatzel closed her eyes, feeling every struggle from the chubby totodile as more of the water type slithered into her rapidly-expanding stomach. With her drool-soaked paw she pet over her belly, pressing down against any bulge she felt, smirking whenever she caused Guzzle to cry out. With a lewd slrrrrrp Guzzle's tail vanishes between her lips. A rumbling murrrr echoes downward into the belly, leaving the bulging curvy totodile to cry out as he felt the last of his juicy form devoured completely! Maji swallowed Guzzle down with a thick, meaty GLRK, the bulging form squelching noisily into the belly with a final splsh.
Smack, slrp, smck. Maji licked her chops, the gums making satisfied sounds as she worked them open and closed around her tongue. Her belly quivered and bulged outward, sagging a bit towards her tails and actively churning as the totodile squirmed within. The sphincter to the throat pushed in his tail and closed tightly, acids starting to fill the tight, enclosed space. Guzzle's breathing grew more rapid, him looking about the pitch-dark stomach, hearing nothing but loud groans from all directions. "Let me out! Please! I'm sorry! Please don't digest me! Spit me up pleeeease!" Guzzle whined, pushing his muzzle up out against the belly and forming a shapely bulge as a result. Maji simply took a paw and pushed roughly, snapping Guzzle's head back down with a splsh into the growing pool of acids. Her effort shunted a batch of air out of her belly, making her cheeks bulge and a hearty belch burst forth, saliva splattering over her chest and belly.
"Always knew you'd be someone's lunch, Lutro," she mumbled, rubbing her gut. "But I secured your... oooorp... revenge. And I'll use whatever you had to give to that pathetic excuse of a water type for much better purposes... And the totodile himself will do so as well." Maji sighed, the high of having completed a successful meal plain as her tails swished about the water, burbling belly bulge sifting and gurgling along. Maji scratched her belly some before smooshing it around, sloshing it side to side, hearing the cries and pleads from her prey. Music to her ears. She started to spin her tails in the water, propelling the floatzel out towards the middle of the lake. Here she could truly be alone. No land-dweller would come close, and nothing even half the size of Lutro lived in the lake, which is why he had called it home.
Another belch echoed out across the otherwise-silent lake, Maji more than content to digest Lutro's devourer right then and there. Inside the churning belly, Guzzle had given up on yelling, but kept pushing feebly against the stomach walls. He shoved weakly and prodded, but ultimately he knew it was no use. His scales, tough as they were, provided some resistance to the acids at first. But it didn't prevent the stinging sensation. As the stomach filled more and more, Guzzle couldn't stop it from starting to seep into his vulnerable orifices.
Maji sighed contently once she heard the final squeal of horror from inside her gut, about 30 minutes later. "MMMMPPH!!Mmmmpllrglrr.... grrrrrn." She licked her lips a final time, most of Guzzle's taste all but gone from her maw. The floatzel relaxed, letting the ebb and flow of the lake waters gently sway her about the surface. The only accompanying sounds to the calm waters was that of her loudly-glorping gut, the stomach working hard to digest the large bumpy bulge deep in the floatzel's belly. Every now and then a burp would bubble up. Sometimes nothing but air would escape. Other times, a few little blue scales. Once or twice a half-digested green spike would flutter out of her maw into the water, only to sink moments later. All the while, Maji was a purring, contented floatzel, letting the totodile digest away in her ever-noisy belly.
The hours ticked by relatively fast for the floatzel. For the totodile, every minute was tortuous. He was left semi-conscious, even with the belly nearly full of stomach fluids, able to survive far longer than a normal prey would. His hardened scales proved to prolong his torment. The totodile took hours to succumb to digestion. Maji's belly groaned and gurgled, and as evening arrived, Guzzle was no more than a goopy pile of bones and soup sloshing about in the belly.
The floatzel scratched her chest idly and yawned. Her afternoon of working her latest meal down to pudge passed all too quickly for her. "All good things must come to an end, I suppose," she chuckled, bulbous belly more a smooth, rounded bulge now. Her thighs were now thicker with that extra totodile fat; her butt stuck out just a bit more; and her belly would never lose quite all what it sported now. With a groan, Maji slowly rotated around, to float on her belly instead of her back. The soft pudgy stomach sagged and swayed slowly about in the water, the sounds of digestion now muffled.
She deflated her floatation ring and sunk below the water, idly swaying her hips to slowly swim about under the surface. The sudden, albeit slow, motions sent something up from her still-groaning belly. Her cheeks puffed out before the floatzel let out a muffled, elongated underwater belch. A blast of bubbles floated up to the surface, air and saliva mixing with water. At the end a slimy totodile skull with a hunk of spine still attached, and mess of scales slid from her maw. The resulting mess floated about in the water some, before slowly sinking down to the bed of the lake. As she promised, Guzzle was now just fat on her ass and a pile of remains at the bottom of the lake.
Maji sighed in relief, her belly calming down into more contented, simple gurgles. She smiled and licked her lips one last time, before sending her tails into a spin, propelling herself back to shore. She never did get to see Lutro again, but was glad to at least bring his devourer to a gurgly fate.