Riolu had been ready for this fight. He’d trained day in and day out for months, spending hours at a time in the woods behind his home to prepare. His family called him a runt, and not because he was particularly short (he was anything but); it was due to the blue-furred fighter always coming up last when quarreling among siblings broke out. He outweighed them, but no matter what he tried, he’d be defeated. Conquering someone as notable as Pikachu Libre would show them, he’d thought, repeating that over and over again as he trained solo. The famous fighting Pikachu roamed from village to village challenging combatants to battles for unknown reasons, promising great rewards if they could defeat her. Riolu didn’t care about that, for his own satisfaction would be sufficient.

The moment had finally come when, as Riolu was out training, he finally caught sight of her. A hot air balloon portraying the masked Pikachu’s image hovered about in the sky. He’d seen with dismay that it was floating not towards his village, but away, so Riolu threw caution to the wind and hollered out his challenge right then and there, tail flicking eagerly. Pikachu, for reasons known only to her as she spied who was calling her out, seemed accepted it on the spot. Riolu assumed as much, as her balloon halted, and began lowering down to earth to meet him. She’d landed and hopped out of the basket nimbly, asking what it was that he desired should he be victorious. Riolu had made the conditions simple: If he won, he got her mask. A simple-enough reward that doubled as proof that he’d defeated the famous electric brawler. Pikachu Libre, with a smug smile, accepted.

5 minutes later, the two were squaring off in an open field with Pikachu Libre’s balloon looming in the background. The battle had begun.

Riolu had been training for months for this very fight. Once he proved himself, he would be done with fighting for good. Truth be told, he didn’t care for it too much. Proving to his kin that he could do it was all he cared about.

He was ready for this final battle.

He thought he was ready. Reality, however, had other plans. It was immediately apparent why this Pikachu was so renowned, as Riolu found himself hardly able to land a blow! He thought he’d have the edge on speed, if nothing else: The Fighting-type was taller and, though he had a bit of weight to him, was clearly not burdened by nearly as much girth as the plump Pikachu was. That didn’t seem to matter whenever he went in for a punch, kick, or grapple! The fat Pikachu Libre would nimbly dodge out of the way despite the weight she carried. Riolu tried pushing himself faster still, lunging with a biting attack. Pikachu Libre saw it coming a mile away and leapt into the air, Riolu’s lunge sending him beneath the rodent. She pressed down on his head, vaulting over the Riolu and sending him chin-first into the dirt, jaws snapping together loudly. She landed daintily on all fours and turned to see the sprawled Riolu, blue-furred rump in the air. Libre’s cheeks sparked at the short-lived sight, Riolu pushing himself up and rounding back into a fighting pose. He wasn’t beaten yet. Riolu moved to strike but stumbled when a streak of yellow jetted toward him. Pikachu Libre swiftly ran on all fours and lowered her head, aiming for a headbutt to end the fight then and there! Riolu only partially got out of the way, dodging sideways but taking a glancing blow to one leg that sent him toppling once more.

Riolu’s body thudded against the ground and cursed in frustration. On his back, Riolu flipped tail-over head and ended on all fours, tail twitching and eyes glaring at the Pikachu. Her momentum had carried her a bit further, leaving the Riolu with an ample glance at the big rear the fighting Pikachu often used to her advantage. He tried to not let the curvy view distract him, but he hesitated just a moment too long. Pikachu Libre, waving her tail up and about, didn’t even turn as she loosed a blitz of lightning, electrifying the air. Riolu was quick, but not fast enough to dodge a thunderbolt, and the blast coursed through his body and sent his fur on end. He blasted backwards and ended up prone, on his back, fitfully twitching from the blow, struggling to rise. He managed just as Pikachu Libre tottered over. She smirked and stood there, pausing to give him another fighting chance. Patronizing him.

Riolu growled and pushed himself up to his hinds, ignoring the stings of the taunts and the blows he’d taken. He opened his mouth to spit a challenge out, but the words died on his lips when the nimble Pikachu leapt into the air with her yellow-furred belly arched downward. Riolu couldn’t dodge in time and ended up smacking the earth with the full weight of the chubby Libre pounding down against his back. He groaned, fighting to stay conscious, only his limbs and tail free. Pikachu Libre laughed and stood to all fours, giving Riolu just enough room to roll in place so that he was on his back, ready to push the confident Pikachu off. But Libre, knowing exactly how fast the Riolu was, didn’t give him the opportunity. The Riolu yelped when his vision was enveloped in a sea of black, Pikachu Libre’s wide rear end facing him, butt crashing down on his belly and hips. The sheer weight and force drew all air from the Riolu, and he found himself wheezing with his arms splaying against the grass. The heart-tipped tail waggled over his face tauntingly, but he couldn’t even bat it away with the wind knocked out of him. He gave one last fitful effort of resistance, tail twitching before the amused Pikachu, only to be met with the soft, pinning rump wriggled back and forth, driving him deeper to earth.

Riolu gave up, tapping the grass to yield.

“That’s a good boy,” Libre’s sultry voice sang. She gave her rear one more push against the defeated Pokémon and popped up off him, idly stretching with her back turned. Riolu could have mustered a counter-attack at that point (had he any strength left to use), but that would hardly be an honest victory! So, he simply sat up onto his haunches, propping himself up using planted forepaws, and shook his head to try and quell the dizziness. Pikachu Libre eventually turned, a smarmy grin on her face. “You did pretty good.”

Riolu mostly recovered, wiping sweat from his brow, and looked confused. “I didn’t even land a single blow!” He sighed, flicking his tail that sat between his legs. He’d return home with nothing to show for his effort. He wallowed and considered this being his last fight with another Pokémon even though he lost, when his thoughts were interrupted by a chuckle.

“If you did, that would have been a surprise,” Libre said. She reached up to her mask and began to peel it off, Riolu left staring as it was removed with a snap. “Ahhh, that’s better.” For a moment, Riolu thought that she was going to give him her mask despite the loss. Was it a show of appreciation? A kind gesture? A dozen theories flashed through Riolu’s mind before the Pikachu simply tossed the mask aside. “So tell me: Why risk so much just to have a fight with me, hm?”

Riolu blinked, even most lost. “Risk?” He figured she could’ve hurt him a lot worse during the fight. He’d maybe have a bruise at worst to show the way things played out.

“Mmhmm,” Libre purred, walking on all fours and around the sat Riolu. “After all, you would’ve won my mask had you been victorious. Did you think the wager was a one-sided affair?” The plump Pikachu rubbed a hip up against the prone Riolu, who flinched as it squished to his cheek. Riolu froze when the swaying Pikachu tail flitted up over his snout and dragged along it down to the heart-shaped tip, as Libre rounded him and was now on his left. “Know what it is I take after defeating someone in one on one combat, with nobody around?”

Riolu blanked. “No…” he replied slowly. He didn’t have anything on him at all, yet Pikachu Libre seemed to think the opposite. The confused Riolu clenched an eye shut as Libre rubbed her rear against his left side in a nuzzling fashion. When he opened it that rump was in view again, the wide cheeks outlined in the tight, constraining fabric of the Pikachu’s outfit. He blushed. The chubby Pikachu rounded on him again, this time planting her forepaws on either side of his splayed legs and tail. She leaned up to him, and planted a little kiss on his snout. His blush flared.

“I get you, of course!” Riolu had no response, confused as the Pikachu licked her lips slightly.

“M-me?” Riolu voiced his confusion. “Uh… l-like an assistant? Or…?” He dare not suggest another thing that came to mind, with how flirtatious the Pikachu seemed to be getting. If he was wrong, he would never live down the embarrassment. 

Wherever Riolu thought this was going certainly didn’t come to pass, when Libre leaned to his cheek and, instead of smooching it, dragged a wet, wide rodent tongue across it, leaving a trail of saliva behind. She giggled and whispered next to his ear. “A runt of a meal like you will still fill me up nicely.” Riolu’s fur stood on end at those words, and his eyes now understood what they truly saw as he was licked again, under his chin. Libre wasn’t flirting with him: She was planning on eating him! Riolu only started to squirm when a little zap from Libre’s naked cheeks put him down in a twitching fit. He could only roll his eyes to look up, seeing the wide rodent maw dripping in saliva, as the tongue played across his prone face and left streaks of slobber matting it down in its wake. “Mmmm, you got yourself all tenderized, even basting yourself in your flavor. Gonna be adding quite a bit to me too I think.”

“N-no!” Riolu protested, surprised at how squeaky and ineffectual his voice sounded. That little shock did more to him than he realized! Still, that didn’t stop the Pokémon’s heart from pounding away in panic, now realizing he was nothing but prey to the plump costumed Pikachu before him. It was little wonder, he realized too late, where the fighting Pikachu’s girth came from. There was no telling how many opponents she’d defeated, then summarily devoured. “Y-you can’t just eat me!”

“Watch me,” Libre said with a flash of teeth. “You’ll have the best seat in the house, after all.” Libre scooped the limp Riolu up from under his arms, and leaned backwards until she was sitting back on her cushy rear, tail swaying in anticipation. She brought the defeated Riolu up against her in a hug, pressing his form to her bulk, running her tongue against his chest and around his neck. He was left precariously close to that working mouth, and, despite the paralysis and fatigue, quivered in fear.

“Please… Don’t!” Riolu clenched his teeth and thrust his paws down against the grappling arms to pry himself free. His arms shook from the tension and strain but the grip of the hungry Pikachu was too strong for his weakened form. Pikachu Libre let him carry on for a moment before taking control, squeezing her arms around his middle into her malleable body and driving the wind from him. Riolu’s eyes widened and jaws slackened as he wheezed, tongue lolling out to pant desperately. His body slumped down towards the ground a little and his eyes drooped from the slackened amount of air, his hind legs splayed and tail limp against the ground, with his rump now horizontal and the rest bent up in the Pikachu’s grasp. His head was level with hers, and the Pikachu slowly licked her lips. “No…”

“Yes,” Libre giggled, then paused. Things were silent a beat, then an eager, soft grrwwwwwl burbled out from the fighting Pikachu’s soft belly. “I’ll give you a little credit, runt. You sure made me hungry.” Drool leaked from the edge of her maw, which she lapped up, Riolu tracking the tongue’s swift move with fright. “Time for my victory meal,” Libre gloated, punctuating the statement with a lick of her lips, which now glistened. Riolu, too weak to do much, was forced to bear witness to the voracious Pikachu’s mouth as it slowly opened up before him. “Ahhh,” Pikachu Libre purred as her jaws stretched to capacity, teeth dotting pink flesh and encasing that wide tongue of hers that he was all-too-familiar with now. Libre’s eyes looked down on her weakly-squirming prey, as she leaned forward, putting a paw to the back of Riolu’s head and ushering his muzzle into her open mouth.

“No… n-no, stop…” Riolu begged with a whimper. “D-don’t eat me!” His chin splatted against the tongue with his snout pressing to the back of Libre’s throat. Everything went dark when he heard the schlmp of the jaws closing around his whole head, the tips of those black appendages poking out around yellow-furred lips a second before they were slurped inward. “Hrrmrmmpphphh!!!” Riolu’s eyes widened in the dark, saliva-coated cavern of the Pikachu’s maw. Pikachu Libre held against the weakened Pokémon’s squirming body easily, running her paws up and down his sides, feeling to Riolu’s plump hips, and drooling excessively at his flavor. Riolu’s heart skipped a beat when a delighted purr rumbled all about him, that tongue slapping up and around his face and muzzle, as the gullet noisily contracted open in front of him. “Hllp! Mmmp–” GULRK! Pikachu Libre swallowed the Riolu's head and shoulders down, a vague outline of the terrified face bulging out her neck and chest. Her flexible clothing provided no obstacle, with the shirt stretching to accommodate her meal as it sank further down with successive small swallows, her tongue playing about the protesting Riolu’s fur around his chest and arms.

Riolu’s tail flailed desperately with his splayed legs unable to do much more than twitch due to their angle. His butt angled upward as more of his blue-furred body was fed up into Libre’s slobber-drenched mouth, the Pikachu purring nonstop at her large Pokémon meal’s flavor. Riolu tried to attack with his half-devoured arms, but could only barely form a fist and weakly batting against the plump Pikachu belly and chest. Pikachu Libre hardly felt them, too engrossed in her delicious Pokémon meal, dragging her tongue this way and that across matted-down fur. “Mmrrr… ULK.” Another swallow forced Riolu’s snout right down the gullet into the stomach, and the terrifying scents therein. His protesting paws spasmed the instant he smelt the idle acids, and they tried to grip to the bottom of Pikachu Libre’s shirt to anchor himself. Pikachu drool rolled down those arms and the rest of his body, and though he managed a grip, Libre took his tiny stalling tactic away by smoothing her shirt out with a brush of her paws. The flexing Riolu arms couldn’t find purchase again, flicking drool about before they were dragged upward further. Riolu’s hindpaws tickled the grass but mostly dangled now, about a third of the way into Pikachu Libre with furry lips playing about his midsection and his head poking further into the wide Pikachu stomach.

Pikachu Libre gummed around the ever-larger portion of her meal, with Riolu’s flexing paws slowly slurping into puffed-out cheeks and his midsection slathered over by the rodent’s wide tongue. His ears rang with the sounds of the fighting Pikachu swallowing him down bit by bit, his head completely slurping out of the esophagus and plunging into the cramped belly. He let out a squeal when his head pushed against the walls of the belly, bending forward under himself in the process Pikachu Libre paused a moment to enjoy the sensation, running a paw down one of Riolu’s thighs and planting it against her now-bulging stomach. Another GLP of a swallow rang out and Riolu could no longer touch the ground, his dangling lower half meekly kicking against his own belly bulge. What terrified him further was the slow, sensuous petting Pikachu Libre gave against her exposed furry tummy, the gut sticking out beyond her shirt and pants, stretching to accommodate her meal. She was clearly used to this, though, and the fattening belly growled in anticipation as she pressed and rubbed. Riolu cringed but couldn’t move away, feeling every push and nudge the hungry Pikachu made, rubbing the squelching walls into his muzzle and more. “Stop… P-p-pleeease, stop! L-let me out! Don’t eat me!” Riolu cried, reality setting in when a burble from the formerly-inert acids rang throughout the bowels. Pikachu Libre saw the half-eaten Riolu splay his legs wide, as if that would stop her from consuming him. She gingerly ran a paw up one of his legs, caressing over the wide, juicy meat of his rear, the part she was looking to most. The simple gesture filled Riolu with dread: He was hers, now, and she was going to enjoy every moment of gobbling him up.

Riolu continued to cry out in protest as he felt his black hinds get pressed together, unable to keep them spread when Pikachu Libre slurped more of his body inward. Her jaws slipped his stomach past, mashing it across her ever-active tongue. The furry Pikachu lips locked around the edges of the runty Riolu’s plump hips and rear. Hot drool trickled down the crevice of the squirming blue butt, flailing tail flecking some over the field. Riolu strained against the grasp the Pikachu had on his paws but her leverage and his exhaustion left them mostly immobile, any twitch of muscle only causing his rear to quiver slightly. “Mmmpph! Hllllp!” his muffled voice screamed from the increasingly-large Pikachu belly, the squirming fat forcing her shirt to fold up and straining against the waistline of her pants. Pikachu Libre wiggled her squished rear about merrily, her own tail gently swaying back and forth, as she worked her tongue up between Riolu’s legs and sampled each of his meaty cheeks in turn. The resulting murmur of pleasure sent another wave of terror coursing through Riolu, and he squirmed for his life, making the belly jostle and jiggle in the process.

The mostly-devoured Riolu could only meekly press his paws down against his own bulges, gaining a foothold and straining upward. He cringed and felt terrified, squishing into the stomach and himself, but tried to make the angle awkward enough where the Pikachu couldn’t continue to eat him. His lower body quivered at the strained stretched effort, and Pikachu Libre just let it happen. She freely worked her paws up to massage around the protruding Riolu buttcheeks, working them into the soft mounds and slurping around those hips, slobber drenching the fur. She had no qualms taking the time to soak in his flavors, tongue dragging around his thighs and lapping up between his legs as far as the tip could reach, murring deeply as she did so. After a few moments, Riolu’s strength gave, and his paws slipped off their purchase, leaving his body dangling and free to devour at the Pikachu Libre’s leisure. The fighting Pikachu’s ears twitched when a strangled, muffled squeal roared from her belly, as she pressed both paws firmly against his squishy butt. She gave a grunt and pushed, her lips sinking down and around his plump rear, loud, thick GULRP, GLK, ULPs devouring more of the bipedal canine with ease. Riolu cried out desperately again, his head now angled upward with his body slowly squeezed deeper into the stomach to join the rest of him, his backside mostly entombed in the salivating Pikachu maw now, with just the crack, half a tail, and immobile hind paws protruding from the yellow-furred lips.

Pikachu Libre salivated over the plump meaty rump of her defeated opponent, lips pursing and quivering around the blue fur and slowly drawing it inward. Riolu cried out every time the jaws squished down against it, spreading the fat about the maw and sending excess drool flying out. Every scrunching sqsh of Pikachu Libre’s mouth dragged him closer to his ultimate demise, and he shivered feeling the plump tongue work its way up into the crevice of his butt, soaking up the flavor and causing the Pikachu to murmur contently. With her tongue embedded in Riolu’s rear, she hooked it up and dragged it backwards, swallowing hard and suckling up most of the runt. GLIK, URLP, GLUUK! The Riolu butt bulged out Libre’s neck considerably, and the bulge along the belly widened further still. The twitching Riolu tail disappeared, with the limp hind paws forced together and barely protruding. Riolu’s ears heard a muffled SLOOOORRRRP as the last of his body was slurped up. Pikachu Libre brought her paws up to her bloated cheeks and gently massaged at them, a little “cha” escaping her full mouth, Libre delighted. Riolu weakly tapped his paws against the tongue, which eagerly lapped up around them.

The defeated Riolu’s heart stopped when the paws slid backwards. “Noooo!” he wailed to himself in the belly. Pikachu Libre brought her paws down to cross atop her bloated stomach, and tipped her head back to swallow Riolu whole.

GLOURRRK!

The curvy Riolu ass rapidly sank into the stomach, which widened considerably as it squelched into the belly. SLOSH! Riolu gagged as he was compressed tightly, the full weight of his backside coming down right on his face. His paws and tail slithered in after, completely encasing him in the slimy dark cavern. Pikachu Libre smacked her lips loud enough for him to hear, and the resulting thmp, thump, thmps could only be the well-fed Pikachu patting her tummy from above. “Ahhh... You were as scrumptious as you looked, my little runt of a Riolu.”

“Mfmfrrrph...” Grrrble.

Pikachu Libre chuckled, then hiccuped out a few blue hairs. She scooted backwards up against a large rock and leaned against it while Riolu fought and struggled within. Her hinds splayed out to either side, heart-shaped tail nearly completely buried under her sagging, squirming yellow belly. Riolu’s cries, muffled as they were in the grumbling stomach, were further obstructed by his awkward cramped position. He vainly wriggled, limbs and tail essentially preventing from moving at all, with his hinds that straddled his head pressing outward visibly against the widened, furry tummy. Libre paid special attention to the visible bulges as she rubbed over her succulent meal languidly. She pushed against the bulge of the head and heard a quiet whimper among the groans when she did so. Her paws thrust to those hind bulges and squashed and sloshed her belly to and fro, feeling the gurgling action of digestion pick up in the process. She licked over her teeth and lips as she pressed into the outlined buttcheeks exposed along the top of her gut, pressing and squeezing to them carefully and deliberately. “Hmmlphh…” Chrrrn…

Pikachu Libre basked in the throes of an excellent meal for a while, eyes glued to her gut and paws consistently pouring over the soft bloated thing over and over. Riolu fought merely to stay conscious, though the rise in tingling stomach fluids and low amounts of air, combined with his exhaustion, made it very difficult. He felt every paw press and shift of the belly, the gurgling fluids within sloshing to every minute change of position. Pikachu Libre could have sat there all night enjoying herself, but knew she had to eventually take off. She had other places to be eventually, and couldn’t stick around in the middle of a random area where she’d just eaten one of the population. With a strained grunt she hauled herself up, standing on her hinds with her belly sloshing and sagging outward, a rough glrp emanating, followed by a small belch from the sated Electric-type. She gave the top of her stomach a gentle pat-pat, and sighed. “If it’s any consolation, you’ll be contributing to every one of my fights from here on out. I’m sure you were a big fan of me,” she giggled, slowly waddling back and forth towards her hot air balloon, snagging her discarded mask along the way. Climbing the basket, even with the aid of a rope, proved a bit of a chore for her, center of gravity off-balance. But, like many times before, Pikachu Libre managed, thudding heavily into the balloon and sending her churning belly jostling every which way, a muffled squeal roaring out among the gurgles. 

With a tug of the ignition rope Pikachu Libre was on her way, and she could truly relax now. She tossed the mask aside and peeled off her scrunched-up shirt, slapping it over to the mask as well. Her belly let out a softer churn and she groaned, reaching down to take care of her rather restricting pants. Riolu felt a bit more space open up for him, more gloppy stomach fluids seeming to fill the space, when the plump Pikachu’s waistline became unrestricted. Leaning forward, Pikachu Libre slowly pulled down her pants, a plump yellow Pikachu rear greeting the world as her tail slipped through its hole and sprang upward. “Ahhh, that’s better,” she moaned, flicking the pants away with a limp kick. Completely unrestricted, Pikachu Libre slowly leaned forward, and would be on all fours were the soft, malleable stomach not propping up her. Riolu let out his loudest wail yet when his whole world became a compressed, sticky, slime-coated catastrophe. The walls of the stomach closed in all around, and there was almost no room for air as belly fluids filled the spaces. Pikachu Libre’s swollen tummy squashed heavily to the floor of the basket, with mass squeezing out to her sides and below her exposed rear. Her hinds splayed on either side of it, fores doing the same, and she used those paws to gently rub into herself.

Riolu’s cries for help or mercy went unheard or unacknowledged. He was left crammed in an uncomfortable position that strained his already-exhausted form, and that wasn’t even accounting for the stomach fluids coursing all about him, rubbing into his fur. He couldn’t help but think that he was done fighting… or doing much else for that matter, as the stomach gurgled hungrily around him and stirred more acids and enzymes into the already-active chamber. He whimpered and still tried pressing his fores and hinds about, though every time he did was with less effort, as his body was completely spent. Riolu let out an anguished cry of defiance, but all he got in return were patronizing pats, the reverberating thumps a continued taunt drilled into the Riolu’s mind: He was nothing but food, a big meal filling out Pikachu Libre’s stomach, and was doomed to a fate of slow, merciless digestion, which was already starting to make his body itch and fur dislodge. “P-please, someone… D-don’t let this Pikachu... d-d-d-digest me!” he begged, mostly to himself, as the slimy glistening walls continually pressed into him, and the acidic pool of digestive fluids rose steadily higher.

His only audience ignored him. Pikachu Libre continued to tend to her gurgling belly, hearing the occasional muffled whine from within, though not understanding a word. She slowly rocked back and forth due to the sway of the hot air balloon basket, which worked at the digesting Riolu from below the pancaked Pikachu belly. It groaned and churned, jostled and jiggled for some time, Libre feeling the struggles from her prey gradually slowing more and more, until they stopped entirely. If she pressed into her malleable paunch, making it glrrrrn loudly, she could feel whenever Riolu whimpered or moaned, just a little. But even those stopped after a while, and soon Pikachu Libre was alone with the Riolu being steadily worked down in her gut. After a time, she grew weary of laying down, and rocked backwards, belly sloshing noisily as it bounced out to its full girth in front, Pikachu Libre settling back on her rump. She stood, and heavily waddled forward, every step making her belly slp, slosh, slursh about. It groaned loudly when she pressed it to the edge of the basket, Libre resting her chin down on crossed paws along the top of it and staring whimsically over the countryside. Her belly supported her more than her hinds, with her rear propped upward and tail swaying gently, the front pushed against the mesh. “What a way to end the day,” she commented, one paw unconsciously seeping downward to pat the top of her steadily-growling, rumbling belly. “A beautiful view… and a filling meal.”

The hot air balloon continued its meandering course directed by the fattened-up fighting Pikachu, as Riolu faded into unconsciousness and the throes of digestion took him.

*	*	*

It was early the next morning when Pikachu Libre had woken up. Her balloon had taken her back to the large Pokémon city where she’d spent most of her time. It was one of the more modern establishments of the region, sporting some towering (by Pokémon standards) buildings built to last. Pikachu Libre owned one of these places, her years of success and stardom letting her live a life of luxury, and the balloon had steadily drifted toward its rooftop. It landed with a gentle thud, helping Pikachu Libre jolt awake. She yawned wildly and scritched at the plush remains of Riolu still sagging off her gut. She stood and stretched on all fours, feline-style, shaking her head then her jostling rear end, smacking her lips.

Libre tossed her mask over the basket onto the roof, then slipped her pants on before disembarking. The fabric clung around the overflowing plumpness she now bore, what Riolu left behind jiggling with each jerk of the pants. The stretchy clothing accommodated her newfound girth, Libre letting the waistband slap against her furry belly and forcing a small belch from her. “Ahh… Still feelin’ full,” she chuckled, climbing out of the basket with much more grace than she got into it yesterday. She landed deftly and waddled her way inside, hips and belly swaying to her gait with her tail hiked in the air. “Chaa…” she purred, the pants clinging around her doughy rear and not doing anything in terms of hiding what she now sported. It slipped into the crevice of Pikachu Libre’s butt almost instantly, the jiggling cheeks shaking independently as she walked. Her belly would bounce against the roof every so often, emitting the occasional burble as digestion was just winding down. Libre paused to run a paw under herself, scratching an itch along the belly and then rubbing into the malleable flesh, licking her lips. “It was a good bout, Riolu,” she complimented posthumously. In future contests, opponents that frequently sparred with Pikachu Libre would note that she somehow gained weight without losing most of her speed, making her more competitive than ever. They’d feel that weight come down on them during a pin, or when she’d swing around, malleable pudge swaying in tow, to strike with her heart-shaped tail. 

The Riolu would witness none of it, though in a way, would be there all the same. The meal Pikachu Libre enjoyed would serve as an assist in her future fights, which is part of the reason she traveled to less-populous areas, feigning interest in accepting challenges of Pokémon that weren’t anywhere near her in terms of skill. Every meal she had seemed to make her more potent, and had the side benefit of being rather excellent, scrumptious feasts to boot! The plump fighting Pikachu made her way inside her home, having said the last thing she ever would about the runt of a Riolu, who didn’t have so much as a trace left of him left over once the Pikachu stomach had its way with him.