The sun was just starting to set with its light dwindling over a lush forest deep in the wild, signaling the end of another day for a well-populated pokémon tribe nestled in the confines thereof. The tribe was filled to the brim with eevee, various evolved forms of the normal type populating it as well. The whole tribe was abuzz with fervor and excitement, mostly from the younger eevee but also among the more mature of their number. Two eevee in particular, brothers and best friends, bounded about their territory between the various homes of the tribe.

“Hey Eren what do you think the rite’s gonna have us do?”

“I dunno! Maybe we’ll have to climb the tallest tree in the woods? Oh oh! Find a new unclaimed spot to expand our tribe’s lands!” Eren postulated with a bounce and flick of his tail. 

His brother, Zeek, tapped paw to chin and looked pensive. “Hmm yeah, that’d explain why so few actually come back!” he figured. “No matter what we’ll win, right? We’ll be official tribe members?”

“That’s right! And we’ll get to pick our evolved forms and everything!” Eren slowed to glance up at the crepuscular rays of the sun and sighed wistfully. “You pick what you’re gonna be? I’m definitely going for flareon.”

Zeek shook his head. “Nah. It’s just so hard to choose! Maybe it’ll be easier after the rite is done. They say you learn quite a lot while doing… whatever it is we gotta do!”

“Yeah...” Eren’s distant reply was softer, having almost come to a stop. He imagined being able to make light and rays across the sky like the sun, thoughts expanding more into what he could do… Until Zeek tugged at his tail. “Hey!” He snapped his head around to his brother, who giggled.

“Hey yourself! It’s almost time for the feast! We can’t dawdle!” Zeek took off at a healthy sprint. With a giggle of his own Eren followed. The two eevee made their way towards the middle of the tribe’s land, where plenty of other eevee about their age were gathering. A hearty bounty of food was already laid out for all participating in the rite: Luscious berries of all varieties, plump and juicy, awaited them, and there was plenty for all to have as much as they liked. Zeek and Eren drooled some at the sight, having saved their appetites for the occasion. They saw many other eevee having already arrived, sitting patiently waiting for the feast to commence.

The brothers eagerly took their places and waited for the rest to arrive, seeing not only fellow eevee, but official members of the tribe as well come to join (though they did not seat themselves near the bounty). Older, more filled out eevee as well as every flavor of evolution were present, a few dozen in total dotted around the ring of excited younger pokémon. Some were relaxed, while others appeared on guard. Zeek himself spotted several that he knew to be Enforcers of the tribe. Guardians and peace keepers alike, they appeared less aloof than the other members, but weren’t completely made of stone. They were idly chatting with one-another or the eevee that ringed the bounty laid out, but were keeping their eyes open.

The chatter died down when a large, autumn-colored, intelligent-looking leafeon stood and cleared his throat. All heads turned to face the leader of the tribe, who flicked his leafy tail once and donned a smile. “Children,” he addressed the tribe at large. Ears perked and eyes focused on their revered leader. “I welcome you to the final feast before the next Rite of Passage. Many of you will be taking a great step on the morrow. Completing your rite in order to become true members of our tribe.” He paused a moment as a cheer rang out among the eevee settled near the bounty of berries. “Take note that this is not only a journey into membership, but also one into adulthood. We have taught you what we can, but this final step must be taken independently from your elders.” The leafeon gazed over the pokémon that were exchanging curious glances at one-another, to past teachers, then back to him. “You must prepare yourself for growth, and change.”

“What changes, I wonder,” Eren whispered excitedly to Zeek. “I mean the evolution is obvious, but why not just say that?” Zeek shrugged with one shoulder, still focused on the chief.

“Your task is a simple one: You are to venture out into the greater forest on your own, without the aid of the tribe, and survive for 1 month. By any means necessary” The chief leafeon continued over the sudden murmurings. “After said month passes, our Enforcers will gather you all up to be escorted home… They will be out during the rite as well, not to aid, but to punish those who deviate from their rite.” It was the most idle of threats, and none of the young eevee knew exactly how the Enforcers did their jobs, but all reputation indicated they were good at it, whatever it was.

The chief beamed. “But fret not! You all carry within you the strength and spirit formulated from dozens of generations. We have absolute confidence that you all have what it takes to perform admirably. If you succeed, you will be honored, and rewarded: We will grant you the means with which to evolve!” The eevee let out a collective cheer. One that was quelled on the chief’s next words: “Those that stray from the tribe or their rite... will be missed.” Zeek and Eren exchanged a glance. Past rites always seemed to weed out many, but they were unsure of where the departed ended up. “Now, eat well and get some rest. For tomorrow at sunrise, your rite of passage will begin!” A raucous cheer sounded out from Enforcers and eevee alike, the latter now gleefully digging in to their berry-fueled feast.

“We’re totally gonna ace this rite!” Zeek mentioned between mouthfuls of fruit, tail swaying in glee.

“Absolutely! We’re not gonna stray! It’ll be fun!” Eren agreed, chomping greedily.

The other pokémon enjoying their meal were in agreement: The rite seemed much less scary now that they knew what was in store.

Or, at least, what they assumed was in store.

The meal wrapped up and the eevee slept soundly through the night. Zeek and Eren lay side by side under the stars, licking the lips and imagining their success in the challenges to come. When the sun arose and they were awoken by a flareon Enforcer, the two bounded up and eagerly followed, Eren in particular staring in admiration at the pokémon they followed.

“Wow,” he purred, staring at the flareon’s hips and the package partially concealed under the large furry tail. “I can only imagine it’s like to be one of those...”

“In a month you won’t have to imagine any longer!” Zeek chirped, shouldering playfully against his brother. The two giggled and joined up with the many other eevee, all filtering out beyond the tribe’s land into the greater forest proper. It didn’t take long for all familiar landmarks and pokémon to melt away, leaving the two brothers alone in the lush greenery of the forest.

“Hey Zeek! You getting hungry?” On cue, Eren’s stomach gave a gurgling groan. “I ate until I almost burst last night. Was thinking it’d be smart seeing as we’re on our own now…”

“Now that you mention it… I kinda am too. Hey, you know that one berry patch near the river?”

“Yeah! Thinkin’ we get ourselves some rations?”

“You bet! Race ya’!”

The two eevee gleefully set off, dashing through the morning light, letting their long ears guide them to the bank of the river. The same river flowed through their tribe’s territory that they and others often explored. As expected, a largely-untouched bush of oran berries stood near the water, ripe for the picking. “Alright,” Zeek breathed, panting some from the impromptu race, “we’ll have one for breakfast, then carry what we can for later.”

“Smart!” Eren exclaimed, chomping into one such berry and squirting juice across the ground. In no time at all the pair tore through not one but three berries. More juice dribbled down their chins as they licked their paws.

“Guess we needed a little more to start the day off,” Zeek giggled, the eevee taking his fill of water before ogling the berry bush more. Eren followed suit, the pair picking the bush clean. “Uhm… How are we gonna carry them all?”

“Well… uh...” The two pokémon shared a guilty glance before they laughed and tore into the whole harvest. After a quick play in the river later to clean off they were exploring again, bellies sated for the moment, but only just. As the day wore on the pokémon made their way through several berry bushes dotted throughout the forest. With berries being their primary diet, the eevee had no issues sniffing out where various berry bushes were located.

They repeated the berry raids for the first couple days, sticking by a river they found, where they noticed that berry bushes were more plentiful. Which was good for the pokémon, as they continued to eat more with every passing meal. They weren’t the only ones that had found their way to the primary source of water: Throughout the day they bumped into other members of their tribe. It seemed everyone was on the hunt for more food, not just those two. They came across friends and strangers alike, all from their tribe. Eren in particular noticed two female eevee bathing, particularly the silvery shiny one. When the shiny eevee turned and offered a bright smile, Eren blushed and quickly turned away, spotting a berry bush and ushering Zeek over to it. The bathing eevee laughed as they scuttled off.

By the time the sun had set on their second day out and they lay next to each other by a small stream, they were hungry again. “Uh, bro?” Eren nudged Zeek’s shoulder. “We uh, must be growing already huh? Ate so many berries and still kinda hungry. Is that normal?”

Zeek shrugged but smiled. “Must be. We’ve camped plenty of times before and we never had to eat nearly as much… Tomorrow we’ll find more. I think there’s one more bush we haven’t raided yet...”

That was enough to placate the brothers that night. They slept soundly for the most part, save a moment where Eren awoke and peered about some. Just as he succumbed to sleep again he swore he could make out a silhouette of a familiar pokémon. Distant sounds of a scream barely caressed his folded ears as he fell to sleep once more. Come morning, the two eevee bellies awoke them with a collective grumble. With yawns and moans they got to their feet and headed out for more food. Eren was trying to piece together half-remembered things from the night before.

“I had the strangest dream,” he said finally. “That I saw an espeon lurking about the forest. Running I think? Then there was this scream…”

“Huh, really? I didn’t hear a thing. Slept like a baby. I–”

Growwwlln…

“Ugh… I’m so hungry I could eat a ponyta right now...” Eren lamented.

“Pfft, don’t be silly Eren. You’re an eevee, not a big ol’ dragonite! We couldn’t possible eat an entire pokémon!” Zeek budged up beside Eren and gave his side a playful poke. “’Sides, you’re fat enough already.”

“Wh-what? Am not!” Eren poked back.

“Are too!” Zeek nudged his shoulder into his brother. The pair bickered for a bit until their stomachs cut them off once more. Zeek gave his brother an actual look at the sound instead of teasing him. “Actually… you’re looking kinda skinny to tell the truth.” He looked down at himself. “Huh…”

“Yeah… you too. Few days camping and we’re shriveling up!”

“Not camping… surviving,” Zeek corrected. “Maybe the rite is forcing us to need more food… somehow?”

“Hm… Maybe you’re right. We are growing up after all...” Eren grinned and suddenly tackled his brother, the two giggling as Zeek ended up on top, looking down at Eren. “Maybe I’ll just eat you and get all plump myself!” Eren began nibbling on his brother. Zeek struggled, but couldn’t hold it in. He burst out laughing, setting Eren off as well. The pair rolled around in the dirt, nibbling at each other as they laughed.

Eventually, Zeek ended up on top, pinning Eren below him and licking across Eren’s cheek. “N-not if I eat you first!” he guffawed, the eevee picking themselves up as they traded more verbal blows. 

They were so busy taunting one-another that they didn’t notice another eevee from their tribe sneaking along behind them. Zeek’s latest retort cut off as a sudden force propelled him face-first into the ground, rolling until face up, a heavy weight over his body. Eren was hit with a glancing blow from the pouncing pokémon, knocked off his feet and hitting his head against a tree trunk, stunning him. “H-h-hey...” he grunted, dizzily staring at the attacker.

“Y-you look familiar!” Zeek stared up at the eevee that had pounced him. Unlike him and his brother, this eevee sported messy black hair between his ears and darker brown fur around his eyes and ear tips. But the biggest detail that stood out to the brothers was how much more rounded out the familiar-looking eevee was: His belly was actively squirming and bulging, the fur pressing down against Zeek. And the two brothers swore they could hear a panicked voice emanating out from inside that gut! “What...” Zeek stared up at the eevee. Who was licking his lips and glaring hungrily down at his captured prey. The jaws parted to reveal a wide pink maw, dripping in drool, with an aroma less of berries and more of… eevee.

“Wait, stop! Don’t eat him!” Eren cried. Zeek only managed a fitful squeak of protest as the open maw sank down over his head in one downward strike. Zeek’s whole face, ears and all, crammed into the oozing jaws, tongue lapping up against his chin. Eren’s ears twitched as he heard a powerful GLUK, Zeek’s head forming a thick outline in the predator eevee’s neck.

“Mmmmfff!” Zeek’s muffled cry sounded out. Eren stared with bulging eyes. His brother was being eaten alive by a fellow eevee! The predator’s tail flicked and swished, catching Eren’s attention. The brother growled and shook his head to clear it, climbing to his feet and lunging forward! Zeek felt slimy drool starting to run down his chest, yelling as loud as he could. The predator was so caught up in his meal he didn’t notice Eren lunging from behind… Until his tail was clamped down on. His eyes went wide and he tried to turn, but he couldn’t get off of Zeek’s awkwardly-positioned body. Eren pulled hard, Zeek’s ears flooding with a yipe from the devouring pokémon. Eren’s eyes couldn’t help notice the bulge underneath the predator’s tail. Wh-why is even that bulging out like it ate someone?!

With another powerful yank and yipe from the attacker, Zeek slipped fully out of the jaws, awash in viscous slobber and coughing. Eren flung the assailant into the river, a big splash announcing his sudden entrance. “You stay away from my brother!”

The attacker kept his head above water and glared at the two, robbed of a meal. But he knew he was in no shape to fight off both at once. Without so much as a word he turned tail and climbed up out of the river and shook himself dry. The bulging stomach and sack swayed to the motion, Eren catching every bit of it. A sudden hacking cough from his brother tore his vision away from the third eevee, who darted out in the forest proper.

“Zeek! Are you alright?” With some help the nearly-devoured eevee managed to get to his feet and dunk his head in the water to clean off. “L-let’s get out of here before he comes back!” With a shaky nod the two eevee darted off in the opposite direction, hoping that the black-haired predator wouldn’t come back to try again.

The panicked run became a more steady walk after a few moments, mostly due to fatigue. The skinny pokémon didn’t seem to have much energy to work with. What little they did was spent walking during the day, finding the occasional berry bush but not finding them sustaining at all.

As evening approached, Eren finally broke the silence: “I can’t believe someone from our tribe would try to… eat me!” Zeek sounded angry, but it was held back by the whimpers and shivers. “I-I was nearly eevee food!… just like whoever he ate before he attacked us.”

“Is… that why he was… so big?”

Zeek nodded. “I-I was almost in the s-s-stomach and could h-h-hear another eevee begging for help… th-then there was a groaning, gurgly sound… T-they reached out to me and his paw had no fur on it! A-and…!” Zeek broke down into tears, having to lean on Eren to keep going. “Wh-why would he do something like that?”

Eren looked around, his brother’s despair making him shiver despite the warm weather. “I d-dunno, Zeek. Maybe...” he paused to look over himself and Zeek again. “Maybe w-we have to? I mean look at us...”

Zeek hiccuped and wiped his eyes, taking a seat and calming down. “Th-that can’t be… Can it?” He poked at his own stomach, which made it seem like he hadn’t eaten in days. Then he recalled the words of the chief. “Changes...” he gulped. “This rite isn’t as easy as I thought it’d be.”  Zeek’s eyes were puffy from tears and fraught with worry. Neither pokémon had eaten anything bigger than an overgrown pecha berry in their lifetime. Could they really be obligated to go after live prey? 

Eren gave his shaken brother a pat on the back. “Let’s think about it tomorrow alright? Right now we just need to find some place to hide and sleep. I’m so tired after all that...”

Zeek tried to calm himself and quell the flowing tears, nodding in agreement. The two eevee wearily pushed through the evening until stumbling upon a small outcropping under a hill. Eren gave it a quick review before nodding.

“This looks pretty good… Can’t really see too far under this. C’mon Zeek, let’s get some rest.” Zeek silently nodded, eyes dried and strained with fatigue, falling to the ground with a dull thump and laying on his side. Eren laid next to him. Zeek slithered a paw around Eren and nestled into him gently. With each other’s comfort and assurance that they were in this together, the two were out before the sun even set. 

It was a restless night. The two starving eevee tossed and turned in their sleep, dreams and nightmares combining. Both had horrors of sinking down a large pokémon’s gullet, ending up as nothing but fat jiggling on a belly. But their own stomachs swayed their night time musings as well. The two found themselves dreaming of the feast they partook in prior to departing on their rite of passage. Only instead of berries, it was a pile of eevee and evolutions alike. Zeek dreamed of devouring the one that almost ate him, a vaporeon Enforcer, the chief… Eren saw himself swallowing down a shiny female eevee that was teasing at him for some private fun, but ended up going down his gullet anyway. His member reacted to the dream, it stiffening and twitching away against the dirt. The dreams ended up outstripping the nightmares, the two pokémon envisioning themselves being nice and full for the first time in days.

When they awoke, they felt hungrier than ever, and had the look to match. They didn’t even greet each other, stumbling out from under the alcove into the forest. Eren barely even noticed the erection he sported, it thumping up against his almost nonexistent belly with each step he took. Zeek looked about, sniffing the air and wincing when his belly groaned. “Eren… We gotta find someone to eat. We won’t make it another day like this.”

“Yeah… Hope we find us a nice fat eevee to munch on,” Eren replied offhandedly. Then he blinked and shook his head. But Zeek didn’t recoil at the suggestion. On the contrary, the brother was drooling at the suggestion.

“Mmm… Nice and fat like the one that tried to eat me yesterday.” Zeek smacked his chops, some drool dribbling down his chin in the process. He and Eren both sniffed at the air and walked, trying their best to ignore their nagging hunger. For an hour they didn’t find anyone, even bypassing a full bush of berries in the process. It wasn’t until they were nearing a particularly tall tree indicating how deep in the forest they were, when Zeek stopped, nose twitching. “Hey… I smell something good… A-and familiar! But I swear we never ate what I’m smelling back in the tribe before...”

“You do?...Oh yeah!” Eren sniffed, the two making their way around the tree opposite each other. When they rejoined they saw what they smelt: A pair of female eevee, definitely from the tribe, were napping the morning away. Eren recognized them immediately: They were the eevee spotted bathing in the river! The pair, one normal-looking, one shiny, didn’t look as bad as the brothers appeared, but showed definite signs of a lack of adequate sustenance.

Zeek licked his lips and crouched to the ground, almost crawling as he inched forward. “Wait, Zeek… That’s her! The eevee from the banquet!” Eren whispered between heavy breaths, making his brother stop. Zeek slowly turned his head to look at Eren, eyes wide and glistening with hungry.

“S-so what? We gotta eat, Eren!” Zeek spat, keeping his voice low. He jutted a paw out at the slumbering eevee. “That’s food. Right there! And besides… You’ve been drooling every time you looked at her. About time you acted on it.”

Eren scoffed and looked ahead at the two. “Not like–” Grrrrble. His stomach interrupted him at that moment, and without thinking, Eren licked his lips. Zeek smirked, seeing plips of drool fall from Eren’s muzzle to the ground. Eren licked again, thoughts flowing back to his dream from the night before. “Eugh, fine! You… you go for the other one. I’m going to… talk to Ms. Shiny.”

Zeek’s grin turned fierce, sharp with hunger, smacking his lips with glee. Turning back towards the napping pair, he went back to crawling, eyes locked on the brown female ahead. Eren followed suit, sneaking alongside his brother and creeping closer to the unsuspecting females, eyes on the shiny one. The two brothers used the tricks and techniques taught to them within the tribe. Up until now, they’d only used their limited skillset when playing hide and seek with friends. Now, they were finding it rather convenient that these were coming into play during their rite.

“Ready?” Zeek licked his lips.

“On 3?” Eren’s belly grumbled.

“Yeah. 3, 2, 1… Now!” The unsuspecting eevee pair looked up just as Zeek and Eren soared through the air, forepaws outstretched. Before they could so much as shout they were set upon by the starving tribe pokémon. Zeek and Eren each ended up with their forelegs wrapped around their respective prey, sitting back to back with the females’ fronts pressed to their own. Zeek drooled over the one that looked like they did: Normal-colored fur and all. Eren gripped tight against the shiny eevee that had winked at him, ogling freely over her form. The brothers made out some incoherent babble from the two females but ignored them entirely, bellies roaring in need.

“H-hi. I’m Eren. Gosh you’re beautiful,” Eren blurted with a blush, caressing over the girl’s whimpering face. A drop of saliva dribbled down onto her muzzle. “N-nice to eat you… I-I mean meet…! Well, actually...” The starving eevee slipped his paw up behind her head, pushing lightly. The doomed females stared in shock as maws widened, revealing dripping wet caverns of pink flesh. Zeek’s tongue slithered out to lap at his eevee’s nose. Eren’s tongue hung out, drizzling saliva all over the other eevee’s shiny fur. The captives’ shrieks were cut off as predatory heads thrust down over their muzzles and jaws clamped down around their necks, horrified at the prospect of being eaten alive.

“Mmmffff!”

“Hlllllp!”

For the first time in days Zeek and Eren felt bliss. Their stomachs roared not in anger but in delight, knowing that they would soon be sated. With wagging tails the two began to feast on their eevee prey. Zeek murred deeply at the feeling of something alive and squirming around his muzzle, taking his time and pressing the panicking eevee head from one cheek to the other. Each time he did a vague outline of the prey’s muzzle would form, betraying a look of shock or dismay as she was tasted and suckled on. It took Zeek a couple minutes to even take his first swallow despite his hunger, gulping loudly and sending her head down his throat, neck bulging with a face of pure horror etched out along the fur.

Eren’s purring was equivalent, though he felt his semi-erect cock grow to full size as he completely succumbed to his hunger while imagining just how… nice the shiny eevee he was devouring looked when bathing. He took two or three swallows to Zeek’s every one, loud stretching swallows sounding out about the clearing. Drool ran down the eevee’s shiny fur coat as Eren devoured her, the feelings of her squirming down his throat and pushing out his skinny belly arousing to the pokémon. He idly ran a paw up and down his twitching shaft. With the other free paw he pushed against the eevee whose wails were muffled and barely audible, swallowing and gulping thickly until she was naught more than a pair of legs and panicking, swishing tail. Eren pressed his erection up against his bulging stomach and the terrified face outlined in it, murring while lapping his tongue between the female’s legs, tasting her flower and making his cock stiffen harder yet.

Zeek purred and ran his tongue over his twitching prey’s stomach, leaving her whole rear and the rest hanging out, drool caked the ground below. The tail of the eevee he ate dripped in it, with Zeek unable to stop himself from pressing his tongue up against her and feeling every last squirm she had to offer. His ears twitched when he heard Eren loudly slurp up the eevee tail of the pokémon he dined on. Both brothers’ cheeks bulged with their prey, Eren’s stomach sticking out more as he was almost done. Then, with a loud GLK ULP GLRK, Eren swallowed the eevee whole, the shiny pokémon scrunched up into his stomach and squealing as loud as she could. Eren smacked his lips loudly and let out a content sigh. “Thaaat’s more like it,” he purred, still idly rubbing himself off.

Zeek peeked over his shoulder, but was barely paying attention to how filled out Eren was, or that he was dealing with another urge. Zeek was too busy salivating and enjoying his own meal. Eren got onto all fours, his thick belly pushing out either side of him and nearing the ground. His tail swayed over his twitching member, the eevee scouting the area idly while thinking of the best way to finish himself off. He spied another eevee not too far away, one who looked familiar. “Hey Zeek, I’m gonna go check something, alright?”

Zeek mumbled something in agreement that drowned out whatever pitiful cries his own prey gave, and Eren toddled off. His belly swayed and cock bounced against the softer pudgier belly, Eren purring as his gut squirmed and churned. He caught up with the other eevee only because he was busy taking a long drink from the stream he stood beside, tail motionless. Thoughts of the bulging ballsack that the eevee that almost ate Zeek came to Eren’s mind suddenly, instincts emerging from the maturing pokémon. With a fierce grin Eren settled down behind the drinking eevee, reaching around his squirming gut for that tail. Eren’s twitching shaft poked out from under his stomach and gave a throb as he clasped the tail and thrust it into the leaking slit. With another potent throb the cock began to pulsate and suck the now-wailing eevee down, tail vanishing down the shaft, rear end and flaccid member following suit.

“Wah!” he cried, while Eren purred with more and more of the eevee sinking down his throbbing erection. “Stop!” His stomach began to compress and slip down the cockhead, feeling slimy and hot down where his tail now was. He looked to see who his attacker was… and recognized him. “Eren?! What are you doing? It’s me, Iean! Please stop!”

Eren’s ears gave a flick and his eyes seemed to focus. “Iean?” But his cock kept compressing and squelching the smaller eevee down into his sack. Iean clawed at the ground with his free forepaws in vain, up to his chest in the bulging, throbbing shaft, covered in precum and curling up deep down in Eren’s balls. For a moment Eren hesitated, reaching to try and help Iean free. But with a couple eager throbs from his cock he stopped. Iean, looking relieved at first, dawned a look of terror. “Ah yes, Iean. Our cute little fuck buddy.” Iean blushed despite the situation, ears splaying. “You know, Zeek really likes you… Like, a lot! Probably was going to ask to be your mate after evolving.” Eren casually stroked himself, feeling the bulges that Iean was already forming. The smaller eevee whimpered. “I… hope he doesn’t mind, but I really need you in me. All of you!”

“No! No, Eren, please!” Iean cried, renewing his struggles. But Eren just laughed, a horny murrrl escaping. “I’m not entirely sure what’ll happen. Does it work like a stomach in there?” he mused with a glance to his ballsack. “Will you be melted down to sweet cream? Ah well, at least this way you’ll be with us forever.” With a hungry lick of his lips Eren continued to press Iean deeper down his throbbing penis.

Iean squealed when hearing this, renewing his efforts to try and pull free, his still-protruding forepaws scrambling to gain purchase on the bulging eevee cock to stop him from being devoured. But he found his shoulders suddenly jammed down the hot sticky shaft, soon only his head poking free. “No Eren please don’t!” he wailed, head pressed up against Eren’s stomach, and the sobbing face pressed out in it. “Please stop thiiiis– Mmmfff!” Eren gripped the top of Iean and pressed down forcefully Iean’s head bulged down the shaft, the wailing expression of Eren’s former friend disappearing as he completely sank down into Eren’s ballsack and bulged thickly out between his legs. Eren groaned in ecstasy, rocking onto all fours and letting his throbbing dick leave a slimy trail of pre as he went to return to his brother. He heard two sets of gurgles along the way, one from his belly, the other from his cock.

Eren made it back just in time to see Zeek slurp down the tail of the eevee he was devouring. After a healthy swallow, a loud, satisfied OORRRRUP erupted from Zeek’s mouth, saliva and strands of fur splattered to the ground. “Ahhh,” Zeek moaned, pressing his paws into his bulging, squirming stomach, closing his eyes with a purr in the process. “Mmm… I think we figured out what those other changes were, Eren,” he murmured. Eren giggled and sat beside his brother, licking his lips and enjoying the moment. The two basked in the afterglow of a filling meal for several minutes, listening to the females churn and gurgle away in their stomachs. Though Eren’s leaking cock, pressed between stomach and ground, ached for release. Zeek peered behind Eren to notice how thick and active the eevee’s ballsack was. “What did you get up to?”

Eren rolled onto his back, and ran a digit of his paw over his eager cockhead and purred. “O-oh just ran into an old friend.  You might know him, heheheh.”

Zeek, half listening, reached around and down to Eren’s squirming sack and began running his paws over it, ears flicking. “It sounds like… You don’t mean– O-ohhh...” Eren’s legs splayed, and the eevee rolled onto his side. The fattened-up eevee’s belly splayed with and roiled, the eevee within sputtering and wailing as gravity shifted a fresh set of fluids over her body. She and the other eaten eevee were all-but-forgotten by the brothers that ate them, the other trying to press out against the tight, pitch-black chamber she was imprisoned in. Zeek happily ignored her, his paws tracking his brother’s ballsack as he laid on his side, paws glued to the churning, squirming ballsack, massaging and rubbing against the active malehood. Eren’s hind leg began to twitch, enlarged shaft twitching and bobbing just above the ground. While Zeek licked his lips and continued rubbing his sack, Eren took a paw to his shaft and rubbed it gently.

“You’re saying Iean’s in there?” Zeek would not have believed it had Iean not made himself known at that moment: An outline of the smaller eevee’s face appeared right where Zeek’s paws were pressing, a look of despair laced over his features. Zeek gawked as it emerged and stretched the skin of the ballsack, then after a burble, disappeared. Zeek imagined himself doing the same thing, with his own balls churning away someone else. That thought combined with the musky scent of Eren got his own dick erect, it stiffening between his legs and twitching away.

Eren continued jerking himself off when he answered his brother’s question. “Y-you bet he is. You can even kinda hear him!” Muffled cries deep in Eren’s sack sounded out to the two, which only encouraged their actions. Zeek licked his lips and massaged all around the churning balls, leaning close to hear Iean’s muffled pleas for help. No easy feat as his own churning belly was emitting muffled squeals of its own, the eevee he ate still squirming away. Eren’s other entrapped eevee was twitching, pressing down against the throbbing cock, but other than the sounds of gurgles, Eren’s gut made no other sounds.

His ballsack was another story. Eren and Zeek jerked and massaged through the continued cries from the high-pitched voice of the devoured eevee, dribbling slivers of pre leaking form the tip down to the grass. “Wh-what… What are you gonna do with him in there?” Zeek asked, perplexed but incredibly aroused. He wasn’t sure how to cope with someone he crushed on roiling in his brother’s balls.

“Dunno, but… mff… Guessing he’ll melt down into cum… Eventually.” A particularly loud grumbling churn from his balls made Eren’s eyes roll. “O-ohh Zeek you gotta try this some time. It feels sooooo good!”

“S-sure looks like it,” Zeek sputtered in agreement. His own cock was at full mast now, smelling and seeing just how heated his brother had become after slurping an eevee down his member. “Bet you can feel every last squirm from him, can’t ya?” At ‘squirm’, Zeek squeezed part of Iean’s bulge, pressing into the ballsack. Eren squeaked as a shock of pleasure rode between his hindlegs. A spurt of pre shot free from his shaft and drizzled the ground before it, eliciting a murr from Eren. “H-higher...” He switched to using two paws, gripping his large twitching cock and jerking hard. Zeek laid flat behind Eren with his muzzle right by the gurgling ballsack of his brother. His own member pressed against the back of his stomach, that and the flat ground making the eevee Zeek ate wail and fight in vain, her outline bulging out along the sides and against the shaft. Zeek’s paws worked higher on request, the eevee feeling every movement and shudder coming from Iean deep in the confines of his brother’s balls.

“A-aah...” Eren squeaked when his cock throbbed out another spurt of pre. His paws motored over his shaft now, catching some pre and slickening up his cock in the process. He panted, feeling his brother’s paws work into his gurgling ballsack, pressing Iean every which way. Eren bit his lip and clenched his eyes shut when a bolt of ecstasy shot through his body. “O-oooooh...” he murmured out. The eevee’s thick throbbing penis pressed up against his churning belly, a stream of heated cum streaking out against his fur and the grass. Eren moaned with his balls constricting on every subsequent splurt of jizz. Zeek peered down just in time to see his brother get off, noticing a particularly large bulge squirming its way up the ejaculating cock. On the next pulse, Iean’s head, coated in cum, poked up out of Eren’s dick, gasping for breath with a few more splotches of semen dribbling out from everywhere. He looked terrified and partially shriveled, eyes darting every which way. “P-p-please!” he sputtered when the orgasm subsided, leaving Eren a panting mess of pleasure. Iean tried to worm his legs out from the shaft to no success “Let me out! Z-Zeek, is that you? Please get me out of here! You’re brother’s gone crazy! I-I don’t want to be eevee cum! Please!”

Zeek peered around the twitching tail and ballsack of his brother at the little horrified eevee and simply smile.  The two stared at one another, both understanding exactly how Zeek felt about Iean. The smaller eevee squirmed as Zeek reached down, wiping jizz from Iean’s lips, and pressed his own up in place of the gunk. Iean’s eyes fluttered at the smooch, even feeling his own erection start to bloom deep in Eren’s ballsack. A gurgle from below shocked Iean back to reality, feeling his body pressed back down into the shaft! Zeek’s eyes were closed in bliss, mashing his lips to Iean’s forcefully, the smaller eevee disappearing back down the dick. The cum-drizzled eevee’s eyes widened in shock.

“No! Don’t do it!” Iean wailed when Zeek’s lips parted, a line of drool still linking the two. “I LOVE YOU!” Zeek licked his lips, breaking the line of drool, and pressed Iean’s head in with a paw. Iean squealed, his partially-shriveled body squelching back down the cock. “No! No! Noooo– mmffff!!!” Just like that, Iean’s head was wedged down Eren’s cock, his face outlined and squelching down the dick with nothing more than his ears protruding. Eren looked down just in time to see Zeek’s paw cup over the tip of his shaft, forcing Iean the rest of the way in. Zeek leaned down and watched Iean’s horrified face outline slowly make its way down. He pressed his lips up against the shaft, to Iean’s lips, separated only by cock flesh. The feeling of two mouths kissing like made Eren moan in ecstasy, feeling pleasure like no other. Zeek kept his lips locked with Iean until his outlined face disappeared into the gurgling ballsack. It only took a few moments for Iean’s cries soon overtaken by the gurgles and groans within.

Eren looked up at his brother and smiled. “Thanks Zeek, for letting me keep him. I know he meant a lot to you.”

Zeek blushed, pawing at the glorping cock bulge. “Ya, I do… But I expect him back. You know, when you’re done.” Zeek yawned after his request, a quick gurgle from his gut transformed that yawn into a small belch. Both brothers giggled.

“Think it’s time we get to sleep,” Eren suggested, yawning and resting his head down between his paws. Zeek’s own cock was still stiff, but not nearly as active as Eren’s spent one. Zeek nodded in agreement and followed suit, laying his head gently atop Eren’s balls. He nuzzled into his ballsack of a pillow, shifting the malleable thing around until his head rested just under the outlined face of Iean. He owed his crush that much. Iean moaned and complained while Zeek slumbered peacefully. The digesting eevee begged for mercy, but was soundly ignored by Zeek, who was content to let the gurgling of his brother’s balls lull him to sleep.

With the two eevee full of food and bodies working on digestion, it took mere minutes for the pair to fall asleep. They slumbered without dreams or distractions well into the next day. Zeek woke up with a yawn just before the afternoon settled in, finding himself on his back. His stomach was about the same size, the flabby furry gut sagging over either side of the eevee. He smacked his lips and gingerly ran a paw around it. It squirmed and gurgled, the bulging mass still betraying the eevee he ate. With a happy sigh, Zeek rolled onto his feet, belly squishing with a muffled complaint under him. At that sound, Eren woke up, ears twitching, resting on his own roiling belly. He woke with a small belch, belly and ballsack alike lightly churning away at their respective occupants. Zeek could plainly see the eevee Eren ate, as well as Iean, fitfully struggling for their lives.

“Mornin’,” Zeek greeted, trying to stretch but finding it difficult with the bulging stomach weighing him down.

“Hey,” Eren smiled, not even bothering, just rolling to his side and letting his body sprawl. “Guess it wasn’t just a dream, huh?”

Zeek laughed. “Nope! I think we found out just what we need to do to survive the rite!”

The two idly chattered as they tried to get going. The best they could do was reach the river and drink their fill. With thirsts quenched and no hunger to speak of, they opted to just rest and converse. The revelation the two had was the main topic at hand. All throughout their conversation, their bellies and Eren’s sack distorted all about, the consumed eevee managing to survive longer still. A panicked face would appear, disappear, then re-emerge on another part of the body. A paw would stretch a stomach or ballsack out, only for a brother to push back and rub gently. There was a 20 minute stretch where Zeek and Eren would fall silent, just pushing and massaging their own respective bulges. The muffled wails from within were music to their ears as their stomachs greedily churned and worked to digest their meals away. Eren sat backwards onto his ballsack at one point, nearly squeezing the life out of Iean, who just barely clung to consciousness.

“It really does all make sense now, doesn’t it?” Eren mused, idly rocking side to side with his balls parked under his sagging struggling gut. “Like, all the adult members of the tribe almost never ate alongside us during meals. Not even the big feast before the rite started!”

“Yeah…” Zeek agreed, presently digging his paws deep into his stomach-fat, feeling the eevee squirming away from his pressings and making his stomach glorp. “Would explain how one day they’d look normal, then the next they’d look like, well...” He gestured at himself, and the two laughed. “And hey, maybe that’s how the chief Enforcer got to be so huge!”

“The vaporeon?” Eren confirmed, looking down just in time to see a panicked eevee face press out in his belly. He idly pushed it back in with an elongated grrrrn emitting from his belly, and continued. “Wonder how many pokémon she managed to pack away. I know I’d never cross her, or any of the Enforcers!”

Zeek giggled, giving Eren’s belly a playful poke (grble). “And I bet that’s why we’ve never had to deal with any sort of invasion. Three guesses where they ended up!” Zeek rolled onto his side, letting his stomach thump roughly against the ground. “Remember that one skull we played on once? It was massive! No way it was someone from our tribe.”

Eren scritched his chin a moment, then his eyes lighted up in recognition, thumping his paw against his belly with a watery thmp and a muffled whine within. “Hey you’re right! Someone got the meal of a lifetime then I bet!” One of Eren’s paws snuck down to his squirming sack, feeling around the bulges that comprised of Iean, and massaging gently. 

The two eevee brothers found themselves completely at peace that day, which was a stark contrast to previous where they found themselves always on the move with hardly any energy to speak of. Night fell over the forest before long, with the pair opting to go to sleep early. Their bodies eagerly worked on their prey, filling them with energy but currently taking a lot from them in the process to do so. The payout would be profitable for the two pokémon, but the food coma still had somewhat of a grasp on them. The two eevee in their stomachs didn’t last the night, the air filled with loud, squishy squelching noises of digestion. The two rested with their bellies together, and one of the eaten eevee felt the other go, the belly shifting from a bulging shapely mass to a smooth round one, save a few smaller bumps along the line. Then she went too, Zeek’s belly following Eren’s, and the two found themselves cuddling in the night with their flabby stomachs mushed together, almost one congealed mass.

Eren awoke first the next morning, thanks in part to dreams filtering through his head of devouring pokémon and rutting others straight down his shaft. When he opened his eyes, he found himself laying on his back and witnessing the consequences of his dream: A large throbbing erection pointed upward, beyond his doughier midsection that hung over either side of him. It twitched in aching need, his plump ballsack squirming along the ground. He felt and saw a deep throb from his unattended member when Iean gave a last fitful squirm, the cock-devoured eevee letting out a pitiful squeal before among a series of burbling churns. Eren groaned and tried to reach his needy dick with his forepaws, to no avail.

Zeek lifted his head with a start, his ears flicking due to Iean’s last cry. He smacked his lips and looked over to see Eren’s erection twitching, balls jiggling and churning away. Zeek was on his side, subjected to Eren’s musky scent during the morning, leaving himself with something to deal with. Zeek saw Eren trying to reach his own cock, and smirked. “Think you need a little help Eren.” Eren opened his mouth to reply, but it died before reaching his lips, as he felt Zeek’s strong paws press into his ballsack and begin running up and down his shaft. Zeek licked his lips and felt his own cock starting to twitch, it not going unnoticed by Eren. “Mm… How about you drink your fill while you’re at it?”

“N-no problem, Zeek,” Eren managed to mutter, blushing as he leaned toward the other’s stiffened shaft. He bent it down with a paw and took it into his mouth, tip sliding across the saliva-slathered tongue. Zeek purred in return, ears flicking at hearing the first lip-smacking suckle of his cock. Unlike his brother, Zeek hadn’t had release for some time, and with Eren’s massive erection throbbing away in his paws, he was overdue. Zeek’s slightly-gurgling belly pressed up to Eren’s own softness as he humped forward. Eren’s eyes went wide, his cock leaking translucent precum, but he managed to take in Zeek’s erection, a small glp heard by both as the eevee cockhead bulged in his throat.

The two kept at it for several minutes, the eevee edging and doing their best to hold back the moment for as long as possible. Zeek nuzzled into the glorping ballsack, feeling some last weak squirms from his crush. Iean’s face pressed to Zeek’s one last time, before the distinguishing features melted away and churning burble roared out. Eren’s dick pulsated out precum, balls gurgling away loudly. Zeek kept his nuzzling up, now just feeling little pokes and bumps here and there but otherwise nothing but flabby smoothness. His paws raced up and down the rather slick shaft of Eren, all while his hips idly humped into his brother’s maw. Eren murmured hotly around the cock in his mouth, lips locked around near the based and sucking hard. The blowjob yielded a mix of saliva and pre dribbling from his mouth, down Zeek’s ballsack, puddling on the ground.

As the minutes ticked away, more precum flowed. Eren succumbed first. Zeek slid up and locked his lips around his brother’s orgasming dick, feeling the head flare and spasm on his tongue. Zeek felt thick bulges worm their way up Eren’s spasming cock between his paws, giving the shaft a firm squeeze and massage as Eren blew his load. The first shot of cum shot outward with a muffled groan stifled by Zeek’s member, the jizz splattering wetly down Zeek’s gullet. Zeek motored his paws as fast as he could, leaning into Eren, gulping down cream. Spurt after spurt of the off-white eevee cream was loosed, along with more. Zeek’s eyes bulged when he clamped on something hard between his teeth. He pulled free from the orgasming dick, carrying along the spine of Iean. He gawked and let Eren’s penis pulsate freely towards the ground. An elongated purr found its way from Eren, the eevee feeling every remaining bone from the cum-digested Iean work its way up his dick and burst out in a blob of ejaculate. Zeek saw the rest of the spine and Iean’s skull splurt free and tumble to the ground along with all the jizz. He spat out the bit of bone in his mouth, but licked his lips at the cream, blushing at the thought that the mess in his mouth was what remained of Iean, amazed. Zeek purred at the thoughts and blew before Eren finished, Eren seeing his brother’s ballsack contract and dick under his nose throb thickly. He felt the flood of Zeek’s seed pile into his maw and flow down his throat, the two hearing Eren swallow the load with one glrk to every rope of jizz Zeek splurted out.

The eevee rode out their orgasms together, Eren diligently swallowing every ounce of cum Zeek had to offer, Eren’s orgasm painting the grass with seed and bone alike. The two were left panting a moment thereafter, Zeek’s softened member slipping free and, with a splut, settled on the ground. Eren’s member sagged down, balls returned to normal, leaving a much large mess, bones dripping with seed and all, to witness. His belly gurgled and was slightly more bloated at Zeek’s emission, but Eren had had a whole eevee to fuel his orgasm, leaving him with the much bigger load. “W-wow...” Eren mumbled, Zeek maneuvering over so they were face to face. “Th-that was amazing Zeek… The feeling of Iean’s bones pushing up and out… mmrrr...”

“And you were as good as always,” Zeek commented affectionately. The pair shared a nuzzle as they lay and recovered, the two sloshing eevee bellies softly squishing up against one-another in the process. Excitement raced through their hearts at the prospect of experiencing the same levels of excitement again. Once the two pokémon got to their feet, they exchanged a glance and a nod: It was time to hunt once more. And having unlocked their tribe’s big secret, it was going to be fun.

The eevee brothers found it very easy to survive over the course of days. To them it was camping out all over again, only with much more plentiful food available to them. Zeek and Eren both realized their best strategy was to remain near the river, where eevee from their tribe consistently visited to quench their thirsts. Every few days they had their fill and no more, spending the off-days digesting, and having pleasurable fun together. Despite temptation to eat on those days, the eevee both only ate when they were legitimately hungry. That didn’t stop them from enjoying themselves, however. The two devoured whoever they got their paws on in a given day. Some eevee were practically skin and bones. Others were plump with sagging stomachs or bulging ballsacks. Any the two brothers pounced, though, ended up buried in churning stomach fluids or glorping, heated balls.

Not every hunt went quite as smooth. On one or two occasions, Zeek and Eren were thankful to get away with their lives, bringing impromptu fights for survival to a simple draw. Other eevee, as big and well-fed as they were, were putting up fights and using special moves as well as they ever could. The bulk of the time, however, the two brothers won the day. Finding their training from the tribe paying off in spades, Zeek and Eren discovered that they were quite adept at battling. And they had bulging ballsacks and sagging stomachs as proof of their victories.

At one point, Eren, having sucked down a particularly skinny pair of male eevee down his gullet and a third down his dick, was passed out on his back, napping away with his stomach singing screams and gurgles, drizzling cum leaking from his softening shaft. The meal was incredible for him, recalling how one eevee’s head poked out between the hindlegs of the other, snout against a flaccid cock that was pressed to his face. Eren had heard that one squeal loud when he fully entered the maw, muffled only when the other eevee’s tail covered him up and nearly suffocated him. They both had survived, however, as their combined bulge was squirming all the way down the stomach and were sagging over either side of Eren’s now-slumbering body.

Eren was tucked away in a cave the pair had come across and commandeered for their own. Zeek was just outside the cave, emptying his balls into a fattened-up female, hilting his shaft into her snatch, her cries muffled against the ground with the flabby stomach of Zeek pinning her down. Zeek humped rapidly, lifting her butt off the ground with hinds dangling when he blew his load, filling her womb with excess spraying all over their hips. The female squealed, having endured days of torment, being shared between brothers and having seen her own girlfriend slip into Zeek’s cock. Days later, that friend, now liquid oozing cum, filled her womb and then some, nothing but splattering jizz drizzling down her hinds and off her tail.

“Atta girl,” Zeek murred moments later after he finished, squirming free from his captive meal and letting their shared sexual fluids pile up on the ground. He licked his lips and spun her around, the female’s eyes wide in shock. “Now clean me up. And maybe I’ll let yo go,” Zeek offered with a smile. She offered no resistance, opening her maw and slipping it over re-hardening cock. Zeek purred and sensually pet over her head between the ears as she sucked him off. His paws ran down to her sides and squeezed occasionally, ballsack twitching and pre leaking into her mouth.

Zeek let the blowjob last just long enough, his prey too focused on the deed to note him drooling over her back, eyeing her butt and tail scrunched against the stone cave wall. As he came, he hefted her ass up and spread his jaws open, devouring her back half in a thick chomp and meaty swallow. She sputtered in between gulps of Zeek’s salty jizz, cheeks bulging with the white stuff. More thick swallows followed, Zeek and Eren both consummate experts in devouring prey by now. His dick popped free and splashed hot semen across her face, the female squealing incoherently as she slipped deeper down Zeek’s throat. Her hinds paddled messily in stomach acid as the swallows continued, a thick glrk pulling all but her head and forepaws in, upside-down and begging for him to stop, for help. The last light she would see vanished with a clack of grinning jaws, and a squelching GLOUURK downing her whole and alive. Zeek belched out some loose fur and a lot of saliva, one last spurt of his cock decorating the ground in his seed.

“Ahh,” he purred, swaying his protesting prey back and forth in his sagging, churning stomach. He swayed his way back into the cave, ballsack and cock swaying with his hips and tail, settling beside his napping brother. Zeek looked over Eren and smiled, pressing his paw into the burbling sibling belly and eliciting a pair of weak moans from outlined faces. “Wonder if I’ve gotten as big as Eren,” he mused silently. The two had grown considerably since they discovered their true means of sustenance out in the wild. Zeek noted that Eren was bigger, fatter than any eevee they’d consumed. He let his thoughts drift as he laid down on his side, letting his glorping stomach rest atop Eren’s. The two churned away with wails and squeals slowly yielding to nothing but the acidic sounds of digestion with the two napping the rest of their day away.

In a week prior the rite’s ending, the two brothers were leading a group of skinny eevee they’d found. Unlike most of their hunts, here they were trying a different tact. Eren had suggested the two really enjoy themselves for the last week, assuming they’d have no difficulties making it down the home stretch. Zeek wasn’t entirely sure, knowing that, just like at the beginning, it didn’t take much for a food supply to dry up! He reluctantly went along with it, finding that the task of luring a lot of eevee together at once a successful one. “Don’t worry, friends. We have plenty of food back at where we’ve been staying!” Zeek assured the group.

“Mmhmm!” Eren said, stifling a giggle. “Looots of tasty treats there in the cave. You all look like you haven’t eaten in a while!”

“We’ve… barely been hanging on,” one of the skinny eevee admitted. “There’s like no berries or nuts or anything in these woods! And whatever we do find don’t seem to fill us up at all!”

“Yeah!” another piped up. “Some other eevee have just gone berserk and were wasting energy trying to attack us! We barely fought them off, but.. w-we really need some food! We need whatever you’re eating… or else we won’t last!”

The brothers endured the lamenting group’s gripes for a while, knowing that it would all be worth it imminently. Zeek in particular empathized with their plight: He and Eren went through being on the brink of starvation, and he never wanted to feel that hungry again. He smiled to himself: They were almost performing an act of kindness, ending their suffering.

When they got to the cave, the brothers gestured to let the half dozen half-starved eevee in before them. “After you,” the two purred in unison, barely able to hold back from drooling. “Inside you’ll find exactly what we’ve been eating and living off of...” The group happily obliged, tails swaying as they pressed into the cave… then froze stiff. Inside Zeek and Eren’s temporary home were assorted piles of bones and skulls, all eevee. The group stared, wide-eyed, some skulls dry, others coated with dried saliva or cum, haphazardly belched or jizzed out wherever the brothers had felt like.

“Dinner time,” the distracted group heard behind them suddenly. Zeek and Eren then cut loose. The cave was full of eevee squeals, begging, sobbing. Moaning, purring, slurping and churning. There was some fighting back from a few of the stronger eevee, them dipping in to various special moves like Quick Attack or Swift. But hunger was a severe weakening factor to them, and the two brothers were much more well-fed and experienced than the starving eevee. The rebellion didn’t last long, with Zeek and Eren able to feast like kings. It was the largest feast Zeek and Eren had enjoyed in their lives. Zeek downed two down his gullet and one up his dick. Eren went the other direction, a double eevee bulge taking up resident in his engorged sack, cumming hard into a corner of the cave not moments after he was finished eating. When all was said and done, the six eevee were packed away in the bowels and balls of Zeek and Eren, the pair sharing a uniform belch and cuddling against one-another, supremely satisfied. The two rubbed each others’ bulges, taking turns sucking each other off well into the night. By the time they’d finally fallen asleep, The cock-devoured eevee were no more than wads of cum, either splattered against the cave walls, or still packed away in bulging pokémon balls. And the devoured pokémon were a mess of bones and slush gurgling away in sprawled stomachs.

Days continued to pass, and the two eevee learned an important lesson after that night: Rationing can be vital for survival. They’d each enjoyed one or two more eevee apiece, but were getting quite hungry once more. Zeek and Eren both looked as large and thick as ever, even with their bellies roaring in hunger. They’d since abandoned their cave in search for more, but weren’t having any luck.

“Ugh… Hear anyone, Zeek?” Eren groaned, taking a breather and sitting, his shaft twitching in need with ballsack bulging out an occasional bone here or there, but nothing more. “I’m running on empty here...”

“Yeah, me too.” Zeek’s belly grumbled again, his own balls long-since emptied of any eevee-fueled seed. He too rested near Eren, looking his brother over. “Don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll find something. Only have today and tomorrow and we can go home and won’t ever have to worry again.” He said the last part mostly to encourage himself, ears wilting as hunger pangs rocked is form.

Eren nodded, then began to distract himself, uttering a small, horny growl. His shaft bobbed in front of him, the eevee flicking his tail as he began jerking himself off. Zeek watched him go, wishing he were in a mood to distract himself in such a way. His desensitized attitude combined with severe shots of hunger made him think of nothing more than having a big fat squirming eevee sliding down his gullet once more. Zeek’s tail flicked erratically in thought, not taking his eyes off the masturbating Eren, seeing the cock twitching in the grasp of paws, balls churning in preparation… hanging belly pressing against the shaft and over the sides, plumped-up furry butt pancaked against the ground… Zeek let a dribble of drool fall from his mouth, staring at Eren…

Wait! he stopped himself suddenly. I can’t eat Eren. He’s my brother! We’ve been through so much! Zeek’s stomach groaned as if in rebuttal. Zeek tensed up, knowing what was coming but being unable to stop it. Another pang of hunger laced through his system, and the eevee, so used to gorging these days, felt it harder than most pokémon. His ears flicked when a grunt from Eren pulled him from his internal debate. He glanced up to see a thick splurt of cum splash over a nearby bush, a few bones carried along for the ride. Eren had a look of bliss on his face as he started to orgasm away his troubles for the moment. His stomach jiggled with his jerky motions, and Zeek couldn’t resist any longer.

He’ll understand. He knows how painful feeling starved is…

Eren’s eyes, closed when he started to jizz, peeked open to see his brother looming over him, on all fours, with jaws squelching wide. He gasped, staring into the abyss, thick lines of drool sagging down over his face, ladling his muzzle. Eren was caught between emotions, cock splurting out the last of its offering as he processed who was looming over him… and why. “Z-Zeek?” was all the eevee brother got out before his head slid in between slimy sets of teeth, tongue pressing up into his chin and neck. When Zeek clacked those jaws shut Eren squealed in horror. “ZEEK! NO! DON’T EAT ME!”

But Zeek was lost to his hunger. A nearly-painful shot of relief flowed through his mouth, taste buds, and stomach. He greedily chewed and slurped into his furry eevee brother’s fur, slimily slurping in barley-visible eevee ears with his lips pressed to Eren’s shoulders. “Mmrr...”

“Z-Zeek, please! We’ll find some food I swear!” Eren cried, though all his brother heard were muffled whines he was long-accustomed to ignoring. Eren was yanked a little more upward, his forepaws dangling uselessly at his sides, hinds splayed out and back against the dirt, cock softening in between them and balls resting on the ground. He tried to kick but was in an awkward position, leaving his sagging stomach sprawled out near Zeek’s groaning one. Zeek saw Eren’s tail swish in a panic, about all his brother could muster as his shoulders slid into wide, slobbery pokémon jaws. “No! No!” Eren wailed, feeling his face pressed hard into a squishy eevee gullet, when it suddenly yielded. Zeek closed his eyes as he took his first slimy GLP, Eren’s head bulging out Zeek’s neck, the vague outline of terror visible as the eevee began to get swallowed alive.

Zeek grunted and yanked Eren to the side, taking a proper seat and bringing his paws up against his brother. He used his forepaws to pin Eren’s own against his flabby furry sides, squishing harshly against his belly. This elicited another muffled whine from Zeek’s neck, the predator eevee swallowing thickly again and pressing inward and upward. Thick globs of drool ran down Eren’s fur, leaving streaks and dripping viscously to the ground. Zeek pressed and squeezed delightfully, his stomach singing praises as a third swallow teased the protesting Eren’s snout up against the squelched-open stomach sphincter. Eren hollered in horror when his head pressed into the stomach properly, chin scraping across the soft stomach bottom and what stomach acids were awaiting them. “P-p-please… Stop!” he sputtered into the fluids. Zeek did anything but, opening his jaws only to shove more fattened-up eevee flesh down his gullet, murring all the while.

The demanding stomach finally stopped its signals of ravenous hunger when Eren began to properly weigh it down. Eren’s face appeared in the outline of the furry belly bulging out against Zeek’s hindlegs and the ground. Zeek rolled his eyes in relief and continued devouring his succulent prey. Eren felt his hinds leave the ground with Zeek’s paws sliding under his butt, and pressing upward. Flabby stomach folds began to force their way into Zeek’s jaws, the eevee greedily chomping over and over. His cheeks bulged with the fattier parts of his brother taking up every possible space in his maw, with his tongue constantly pressed against the delicate flavors of family. Eren whined harder and kicked his hindlegs, tail ever-swishing through the air uselessly. Zeek smirked and squished Eren’s bulging butt around, lapping at every inch of stomach fur available and swallowing in small, determined gulps. When Eren’s belly began sinking down the throat, Zeek’s neck bulged out to its capacity, his own stomach growing by the second. Eren’s facial outline pressed out between Zeek’s legs against the ground, under the ballsack and happily-swishing tail, the frozen expression of fear never leaving.

Zeek had forced about half of the large eevee stomach into his jaws, slimy saliva splashing every which way. He looked down to see Eren’s cock softened and swinging with the sway of kicking hinds, ballsack equally weighty and useless. Zeek purred and clenched his eyes shut once more, tilting his head back several times: GLRK! GULLLP! ULK. GLP! Eren’s latest squeals had little air behind them with his diaphragm compressed in the throat, stomach squeezing to fit down the squelching esophagus. He found himself scrunched and coiled, pressing in on himself in the ever-tighter stomach with more and more of his devoured body being fed down the gullet. He couldn’t form words any more in the cramped space, pressing his paws visibly out against the engorged belly of his brother that was only destined to grow larger.

Zeek suddenly grasped those kicking hindlegs of Eren’s and shoved them into his jaws under his fat, compressed lower belly. He threw his head back and swallowed again, pulling in the bulk of Eren. Only Eren’s dangling balls and shaft, fattened rear, and barely-swishing tail were left sticking out between wet jaws. “Mmmmpph!!” was all that was heard from the otherwise-grumbling stomach below. Zeek drooled over the protruding eevee butt, now using his paws to rub into his finally-sated stomach. Eren urked and moaned, feeling his body sloshed every which way. Zeek swallowed again, softened dick sinking into the maw and given a lot of attention by the greedy tongue. Zeek murred and scrunched his jaws down around the thick eevee rear several times, enjoying every second of flavor he found himself missing so much of the past few days.

Eren had all but given up. His tail still flicked in protest, but only meagerly. He’d worn himself ragged trying to protest, but his brother wasn’t listening. He was no more than a meal now, just like all the eevee before. “P-please Zeek...” he muttered in desperation, another swallow forcing his own large stomach mostly into Zeek’s belly, taking up most space. He felt acids rubbed into his fur, with more seeping in. Zeek let his stomach hang out, his brother among the largest of meals he’s gotten out of a single eevee. He flicked his tail and raised a paw to press right up against Eren’s rump, forcing the rest of it inward along with his ballsack. Lips sealed around the base of Eren’s tail, leaving the fluffy thing the only part sticking out beyond pursed lips. Eren groaned in despair, his brother’s tongue pressing up against his sack and his soft, furry butt. And slowly, his tail, already dripping in drool, began to get slurped up. GLRP! ULK! Slrrrrrrp… 

Zeek’s neck bulged with eevee plumpness, belly sticking out far beyond his head. He swallowed and slurped until the last of Eren’s tail vanished between his lips. He murred and savored the last of the delicious pokémon meal, running his tongue over Eren’s butt that was poised at the back of the throat. “Zeek… Please… please! D-d-d-on’t eat me! Noooooooo–” GULP ULP ULK GLRRRRRRRRK!! Eren was swallowed whole by Zeek, eaten alive and squelching noisily down the eevee’s throat. The last of Eren’s fat stomach, distinct rear end, softened shaft and balls outlined the journey downward, before disappearing into the massive glorping stomach Zeek now sported. SLOSH! Eren grunted and screamed when his body was fully deposited into Zeek’s stomach, curled up and barely able to move.

Eren’s mind raced, seeing nothing but darkness and hearing all the squelching swallowing sounds and stomach slurshes. I can’t believe he ate me! M-m-my own brother…! His thoughts were interrupted with a sudden gurgle, and he realized with horror that he was about to experience the horrors he’d been subjecting his own meals to for the past month. The terrified faces pressing out his belly. The shriveling forms melted down into slimy goop. Wet slimy bones and skulls he’d belched up, some cracking and breaking at the slightest pressure…. “N-no...”

“OOORRRRRRUP! Now that hit the spot,” Zeek purred, greedily pressing his forepaws into his ingested brotherly meal, hearing the responding squeals and gurgles from within. He perked an ear when he thought he heard something from his brother, but it was all muffled and unintelligible. In fact, Eren was using every special move he knew to attempt to break free! Despite his prowess and skill, however, they all completely fizzled out, leaving the fattened-up pokémon stuck in the gurgling acid-filled chamber…

A sudden memory kicked in, Eren’s eyes widening in the blackness as he recalled what one of his teachers had noted. When fleeing from a predator, the last place you want to find yourself is down a gullet. The powers and special abilities eevee and other pokémon possessed were completely negated by the insides of pokémon, a byproduct of millennia of evolution: No carnivorous pokémon could survive if one could simply teleport free from a stomach, or burn or freeze their way out. Eren, now reminded, could feel his body completely sapped of energy, despite how relatively refreshed his muscles were. He couldn’t muster an attack of any kind, no matter how focused he was. “Mmmf!!!”

The satisfied Zeek belched again, more saliva and fur flying from his outstretched maw, before licking and smacking his lips. “You sure did taste good, Eren. Better than I would’ve thought! All those eevee really plumped you up. Told ya’ you were fat. And it made you delicious.”

“Mmph! Hrrrmmmph!” Eren wailed, but was mostly lost among the churning stomach fluids that were all-too-eager to have something to do again. Zeek rolled slowly onto his back, letting his inflated belly sag over his sides and past his hind legs, rubbing at the sides some but mostly letting it gurgle away at its own pace. “You were such a kind brother… for helping me to survive,” Zeek commented with a smile and lick of his lips. Zeek was as content as he ever was after devouring a squirming pokémon, staring up into the evening sky as his belly jostled and churned, an outlined eevee face and paws appearing here and there. Even Eren’s ballsack pressed out once in a while. Zeek playfully pressed at every bit of the devoured eevee he could, delighting in the squirms and squeals, each utterance sounding more muffled and sloshing than the last.

He fell asleep where he was on that spot for the night. Eren fought and struggled well into Zeek’s slumber, his bulging fat body slowly beginning to shrivel and digest as well-practiced stomach fluids rubbed and squeezed against and into him through the night. Zeek didn’t dream, the large meal knocking him out cold and keeping him asleep through the night and most of the morning. All throughout his bulging blorping belly gargled and slurshed, the eevee waking up to find himself on his side with his stuffed stomach squishing outward. His yawn turned into an elongated belch, spewing out viscous tufts of eevee fur that splatted against the ground. He could still make out the occasional paw from his brother in his gut, the eevee he ate still trying to fight and break free. But the glorping stomach acids overpowered whatever fitful protests Eren tried. Eren’s words were only audible to his own soaked, slime-covered ears. “Brother… wh-why?” he sobbed to himself, fur falling away from his body in patches, leaving the devoured sibling almost bare.

Eventually, Zeek managed to get onto all fours (it took a couple attempts), his stomach squishing against the ground and out against his flaccid cock. He licked his lips of any remaining Eren flavor, and slowly waddled his way out. It was slow-going at first, but his legs were much stronger than they were a month ago, having had to carry so much extra girth. After being at it for a bit, he was carrying his weight normally, with his bouncing blubbery belly occasionally wetly slapping the ground, but mostly staying off it. Zeek spent the day digesting, not hunting extra food, getting some water here and there but nothing more. Eren was subjected to the water Zeek drank, brief splashes of relief that quickly returned to digestion as the water mingled and grew overpowered by acids.

As evening approached on the final day of the rite, Eren was gone. The digestion had done its job, leaving him a sloshing mess of bones and mush. Zeek’s stomach was somewhat bulgy, but much softer, and much easier for the pokémon to carry about. He was walking alongside the river when he spotted a familiar tribe member approaching. Not an eevee, but an espeon! Zeek recognized the pokémon as Pesh, one of the tribe’s Enforcers. The espeon sported a belly of his own, sagging with a clear outline of an eevee skull, and Zeek couldn’t miss the burbling ballsack from behind. Some eevee, it seemed, had indeed tried to flee.

Pesh was smiling as he looked to the fat, happy eevee. “I see you managed yourself well enough out here, young Zeek,” he complimented. Zeek blushed and waved it off some, but his satisfaction was evident. “It’s time to head home.” Zeek nodded merrily and fell in line behind the Enforcer. He couldn’t help but stare at the dangling malehood and somewhat-sagging stomach of the espeon… and a growl emitted from his now-unoccupied belly. Zeek blinked. It wasn’t a painful hunger pang, but there was such a delightful meal waddling right in front of him! Pesh appeared unconcerned, scouting for other eevee during the walk, not paying any attention to Zeek. The eevee licked his lips and decided to feed. The espeon posed no moral quandary for Zeek unlike his brother, so there was no hesitation. One instant, Pesh was scanning the forest, and the next his chin smacked against the forest floor, putting him a daze.

Zeek leapt off Pesh’s head, belly swaying noisily, looking up at the espeon’s rear and balls. He licked his lips, then ate the Enforcer right then and there, Pesh feeling his hindlegs and tail getting slurped and gulped down. He managed a mutter of a protest, but the blow to the head left him stunned. The eevee lapped up his cock and gurgling balls, sucking them down and swallowing with a meaty gulp. Then came the midsection, surprisingly easier to devour than Eren’s, Zeek gulping and purring madly. 

Saliva trickled to the ground and all over the espeon’s body, Pesh starting to protest and call for help, dizzy and disoriented. The pokémon instinctively tried to wrench himself free with his psychic abilities, only to receive the same harsh reality Eren faced before. “Shit! Fuck fuck fuck!” he cursed, slipping into the slimy, greedy maw a bit at a time. In moments Pesh was trapped with naught but his muzzle poking out, panicked eyes disappearing behind a tongue then teeth. With lips pursed around a begging espeon muzzle, Zeek slurped deeply and swallowed hard. GLRK! A terrified espeon face bulged down his neck and sloshed loudly into his belly, sending the stomach swaying out under his tail.

Zeek licked and smacked his lips as he continued on the trail home, trees starting to look familiar. Pesh, once mighty Enforcer, was all squished up among stomach acids, eevee bones, and his own cock pressed against his face in his curled-up position. As usual, the eevee ignored all protests. The last sign of Pesh revealed itself when Zeek cut loose with a leaf-shaking burp, a splat of purple fur ending up in the water. “Mmm… evolved eevee are maybe tastier!” He did find it hard to walk at first, his body never having had a bulging espeon in it before. But the sloshing stomach managed to stretch outward, sagging lazily, making Zeek wider than he was long almost. He got extra length from the terrified-looking espeon head pressing out against Zeek’s cock, under his legs. The stuffed eevee licked his lips once he got the hang of it, and managed a somewhat-steady waddle of a pace to get home. Zeek laughed to himself as he saw the edges of his tribe’s territory not far off! He found it hard to hurry as much as he wanted to, so he decided to keep his pace a leisure one. His stomach, churning and glurping loudly, bounced against the ground with every step. Zeek gradually saw other eevee funneling towards the same location, with some even joining him. As he was sated, he saw no need to eat anyone else.

No matter how tasty they looked.

“Hey!” a voice chirped from behind Zeek suddenly. The eevee turned and saw a familiar-looking eevee waddle up to his side. The same black hair between the ears, same voice…

“Hey, you’re that eevee that tried to eat me!” Zeek tried to look indignant, but another small belch put an end to that.

“Heh… Well, you know how the rite goes by now. But don’t worry, urp, I’m stuffed.” Indeed, Zeek saw that the other eevee was full to bursting, stomach pressed to the ground and dragging. Ballsack pushing out and nearly reaching the ground as well. “Name’s Roco, by the way.”

“Zeek,” was his reply, thinking that Roco couldn’t eat him even if he wanted to. “Looks like you could feed the next set of eevee for their feast, eh?”

“You too,” Roco teased back, the two sharing a laugh. Some Enforcers began to fill out the ranks, all headed for home and leading their own eevee groups. “Can’t believe it’s been a month already! Flew by, huh?”

“First few days were rough but after that yeah. Was lots of fun.” Zeek could see older tribe members awaiting them, including the chief.

“Where’d your brother get off to?” Roco asked, looking around.

“Ah, well, he didn’t make it,” Zeek said casually with a shrug. His stomach burbled at that moment, making him blush. “But trust me: He enjoyed himself too.” Other chatter was breaking out among the mass of pokémon heading home, but all fell quiet once they returned to their tribe’s land in full. In short order, the eevee were all gathered in a line, with the Enforcers seated behind them. Zeek peeked down one side than the other and guessed maybe a tenth of the eevee that set out on the rite were here now. His stomach groaned when he sat, sticking out before him. It was dwarfed by Roco, who sat next to him. With his sac out behind and stomach pushed out ahead, Roco had to take the space of two eevee.

After a large cheer erupted from the eevee and tribe alike, everyone quieted as the chief autumn-colored leafeon began to walk up and down the ranks. “Congratulations. You have all made the journey and completed the rite of passage,” he began. The chief stopped now and then to lean closer to an eevee, then continue on, looking pleased. “You have discovered that as you age, mere fruit becomes less and less effective in sustaining you. Some seem to have learned that lesson more than others,” he added with a chuckle, looking Zeek in the eyes. “But as many of you also learned, there is still such a thing as overindulging.” The chief looked about at a few more eevee but remained standing. “Food is always scarce, and those you consume are not to be thrown away so lightly.” 

Zeek gulped, the chief’s leafy tail swaying some. Uh-oh… The chief had a familiar look. One of… disappointment. And he was still staring right at Zeek! “Every so often, when introduced to the newer means of survival, some get… carried away.” The leafeon pet gingerly over Zeek’s gurgling gut. Zeek began to sweat. Maybe I shouldn’t have eaten Pesh… As if on cue, Pesh’s voice uttered out in meek begging for survival, having heard the leafeon chief’s speech and feeling a paw. Though Zeek couldn’t make it out, it appeared as if the chief could, nodding along slowly. The chief drooled a little, petting over the furry belly of Zeek some more. Roco sat there smugly, letting his food coma settle as his ballsack and belly groaned.

“And you will see first-paw what happens to those who take things too far,” the chief mentioned. Zeek gasped, seeing the chief do something he’d never seen him do before: Open his jaws wide, wide enough to devour even a large vaporeon! The chief’s eyes wandered from Zeek, over to Roco, who blinked as the leafeon’s muzzle turned towards him.

“W-w-wait, n-no!” Roco squeaked out, just as the jaws slammed down over his whole head. Several eevee gasped, watching their chief eat Roco alive. The leafeon’s jaws sank down quickly, the pokémon standing taller and larger than most pokémon they knew.

There was a reason he was the chief.

Roco’s squeals fell upon dozens of deaf ears, his large belly sloshing with his hindlegs kicking and big ballsack swinging under his flailing tail. A louder muffled scream was heard when the chief’s jaws clamped down fiercely over the large belly, the watermelon-sized front half disappearing down the throat with a massive GLRK, back half with an URLP. Even Roco’s dick and sack proved no challenge for the chief, them both disappearing behind gnashing teeth and tongue, the head of the cock disappearing last along with Roco’s tail. At that point a squelching GLOURK sounded out, the wailing Roco swallowed whole, his bulges poking down the neck of the chief leafeon, bloated body slishing noisily into the stomach and making a modest bulge in the chief’s belly.

“That one,” the chief continued without so much as a lick of his lips, “was on the path towards pure gluttony. Not caring for life, or those he devoured. As such, he was not fit to be a member of our tribe.” Zeek breathed a sigh of relief, finally unfreezing, realizing he wasn’t the target of the chief’s ire. He ogled at the chief’s stomach. Decades of experience and use made the stomach churn and gurgle with such ferocity that he couldn’t even hear the muffled cries that Roco was wailing, deep in the leafeon’s bowels. He caught a glimpse of a terrified Roco head, it seeming to lose its chubbiness before Zeek’s eyes, looking more and more dilapidated by the moment. The loudest sloshing churns Zeek ever heard sounded out, only drowned out by the chief’s voice booming out to conclude his speech.

“But do not fret,” he continued, giving Zeek’s belly what the eevee finally understood to be a pet of affection. But then the chief idly pushed into the chub, eliciting a muffled wail from the Enforcer within. The chief leaned down to whisper something only Zeek could hear. “Meet me in my tent tomorrow for a special reward.” Zeek blushed furiously as the chief idly rose his head and continued. “This one,” the leafeon said, putting a paw to his squirming belly, “was the only one that I can see having overindulged. The rest of you ate merely to survive. To prune those not worthy to become permanent members. Everyone sitting here as of now are officially members of the tribe.” There was a loud cheer, from eevee and Enforcers alike, when the leafeon ended his speech with a steady nod. Only during the cheering did he allow himself a belch, away from the eevee, a mess of black hair and brown fur in one slimy ball of slobber and acids disappearing into a nearby fire.

There was no celebratory feast that evening, due to everyone being well-fed from the rite. Zeek returned home, his den, built for two, accommodating his new size with no difficulty. The eevee waddled to where he normally slept and promptly fell on his side. It was a sleeping position he quickly became accustomed to once he had a large belly to rest beside and pet. It took no time at all for the pokémon to fall asleep, even snoring some.

Zeek had made it safely home, and was now a full member of the tribe. He slept with a big smile on his face.

The next morning, sunlight peeked in from the entrance, shining dimly on his face. He sighed happily and slowly opened his eyes, ears perking up. Zeek’s stomach was down to manageable levels once more, and like many days during the right, he found himself just a bit bigger all around. Zeek sat up with a slosh from his belly, making his cheeks puff out. Before he could stop himself he uttered a long, guttural urrrrrrrrraaap. Along with a few smaller bones and gobs of slobber, Zeek spat out two shining skulls. One was that of Pesh, the espeon Enforcer he devoured. The other was his brothers. Zeek was left with a paunch of a belly, the thing still churning quietly away.

Zeek looked to Eren’s remains and smiled some. “Thank you, brother,” he said. He paused to think a moment, then set out to a task: He rid his den of Pesh’s remains and gathered Eren’s skull up. He took it to a nearby watering hole, and washed it clean, before returning it to his den. Setting it upright, he planted a kiss to the snout, and started talking to it. Thanking Eren not only for helping him survive, but also for all the fun times they had had together.

Zeek remained in his den through the morning, reminiscing about all those times and the rite. It only took a few moments of reminiscing to make himself hard, cock bobbing just above the ground by the time. He would’ve taken care of business had he not recalled the chief’s order from yesterday. Before departing, another thought crossed his mind: “Now that I get to evolve soon, I wonder what I should…?” The eevee had been so caught up in the rite last month that he’d barely given any thought, still, to what he should choose to evolve into. Zeek glanced down to the skull one last time, the answer coming to him in a flash.

“Flareon it is.”

Zeek smiled warmly as he waddled out and headed towards the chief’s private quarters for a special reward. His stiff cock waggled this way and that, below a bouncing set of healthy balls and behind a fat rear and dangling belly. The chief taught him many new techniques, both for battling, and for taking care of the stiff dick Zeek had brought into the Chief’s quarters. The leafeon promised to show him even more, once he evolved into flareon.

Zeek’s life in the tribe was only going to get better, the real fun having just begun for him.