Balancing Act


Written by Septia.


“Okay Christa, I am here,” Vera said, her mauve and auburn ears flicking from the dust in the Pokécenter storage room, “the others aren't listening now, so how'd you think we can improve our team balance?” The fox asked into the dusky closet, lit with flickers of a fluorescent cyan bulb. “Christa?” She repeated. -Bhnnng- Her fur stood on end as the ground beneath her shifted, bloating and malleableizing into rubber, knocking the trainer off balance to tumble face first into the ground, which caught her in a bubble of buoyant psychoforce. 
	In a twinkle, a little mew warped in above the fallen trainer. 
	“Our team comp is totally off balance, so I thought: hey we should trim some of the fat – like you – and get me padded with a bit of defensive bulk to my thighs and booty at the same time, aren't I a clever gal?” Christa announced, wrapping her tail around the fox's ankles – each leg the size of the mew's upper body – letting her maw fall open in a yawn and thread the padded toes past the brim of her mouth. 


“Fpa, aha, hha, C-christa that tickles,” Vera giggled and flailed on the mattress of bubbles her mew crafted, whilst Christa's tubby fuchsia tongue lapped over her soles, and the pink lips tickled her feet as the humid outline crept over soles and heels. The mew's cheeks laid bloated with her paws, Vera playfully wiggling her toes to see the outlines of them drumming at the sides of the pink cheeks. -Oommpgllh- Christa swallowed, cheeks flushing in the struggle, her gullet protruding further than her tummy; a wriggling dome inflating the pink flesh, smoothing to an oblong lump as the paws sunk past Christa's chest, and the mew clamped and hoisted Vera's calves into her smooth abyss. 
	“A-aah-ha…” Vera chuckled, despite it was past the point of tickling, “C-christa, i-it was really funny but… d-don't hurt yourself.” Vera worried, her friend's lips clambering to wedge over her knees, the rosy tummy distended far past capacity. But unlike a balloon, Christa's tummy kept adjusting, compiling and sprawling out beneath her with the outlines of Vera's contorted legs, as her gluttonous chasm advanced to matte the fox's mauve thigh fur in droves of drool. 
	Christa felt her skin tingle at every cent of her trainer she managed to scoff down her gob, giving her enough motivation to scooch forwards for another chunk, then another and another, working her lips up Vera's meaty thighs. After their last run-in with those dastardly team Lotus – their escape from which was a serendipitous stroke of fortune – Christa though she'd never get to enjoy another meal, making each mouthful of Vera a gourmet feast. Reaching the rump, Christa's belly looked like an oversized hiking backpack, squeezing the psychic bubble underneath its girth. “Mfmr, aaammpfhm, Oompgh,” Christa munched over Vera's jeans dukes, gnawing at the plump buttocks to compress them to the point of fitting, her lips gliding over the booty slope to seal it in as a pair of distended domes puffing out the mew's cheeks, to have them regress in the next gobble and ferry down her congested gullet. 
	Vera shook her head, clambering to grab a hold of anything, but the sleeves were out of her reach and her hands slipped off the glowing bubble beneath her. She tugged herself forwards, but Christa matched her motions, the maw wandering up at a steady pace despite the trainer's struggle. 
	“Ch-christa s-stop it, i-it isn't funny anymore.” -Uullppghhp- was the only response, Vera watching her own pawprints take form under the coat of pink flesh, the abdomen engorged far past the width of Christa's torso, with the shifting outlines of her lower body shifting and bobbing the gut – jiggling with the density of a jelly filled condom. “F-friends don't do this to each other,” Vera exclaimed as the lithe lips crossed over her abdomen. 
	“MMFss, wmms, wthiss, issh chooo uch bhutter,” Christa cooed in delight with her mouth stuffed with Vera, reaching over to shovel up her soon to be ex-trainer's arms and scoffing them past her gob, slobber flinging from her maw as Vera thrashed, bent, and stretched the maw's lips beneath her gullet, constraining them around Vera's tummy, bloated towards the ground as to compress against the mew's own tum. Two swollen lumps of flesh squeezed against each other, so a flat outline separated the two, both in constant malforming motion from the trainer's witless resistance. 
	Christa suckled on Vera’s chest, lathering her up in drool whilst she took a breath. -Ghbrsllsghtsh- Her stomach had long since surpassed the size of her body and cramming in a whole hot fox down there like a bunch of tinned barboaches was exhausting. Christa hoped this meal would prove itself just as tasty as her new pair of buttcheeks… -Oommpgh- -Glllrmsmpgk- Her swallows rippled with the squelch of belly-dancing ditto, rumbles echoing down her overstuffed tummy, sound warped to the tremble of a caramel-dunked tuba -Bhrsllrlglsh- Her lips advanced upwards, the pink, doughy beanbag that was her stomach amassing to a girth that sloughed the gut outwards in all directions, where before the midriff sunk into the pink bubble below, the gut now smothered the dome of energy into a flat pancake underneath its amorphous blubber. 
	“C-christa,” Vera called out, quivering at the brink of moisture crawling up her neck – like an affectionate shellos giving her a firm hug, and didn't intend to let go. “Christa, we are friends, w-we are supposed to protect one another,” she cried, her voice congested with the mew's throat constricting it, Vera felt the drumming slobber of Christa's gulps encroaching. -OOMph- -Shrllllpth- A wall of tepid humidity rose around her cheeks and folded her ears over her face. The embrace of the lips glid over her muzzle; peeling off as it sealed above her in a fleshy aperture, shutting out the dim luminance from the storeroom, and enveloping her in the damp, pressing pulsations of the gluttonous depth. 


~ 1 ~


“Gllmmpgh, phaaa,” Christa swallowed. With an elastic tremble, her cheeks clamped over the silhouette of Vera's face, a sticky stream of saliva trickling within her throat as the engraving of a fidgeting face descended. Christa's throat bloated to the girth of Vera's thighs, soon starting to gradually slim and contract as the morsel dune funnelled through pipes, the bloat sinking inwards as it passed Christa's chest, and the facial features fading into smooth skin. -Ghbgrllsltsh- Christa slumped her limbs over the moulding heap of fleshy rocks that was her stomach. The mew’s abdomen warped and sloughed across the bubble, a meter separating the bottom of Christa's belly and the rest of her frame; the belly of a snorlax woven onto the body of a mew. 
	“Vera, you are such a -Hooraaarhhup- riot, I am protecting you. You and the whole team in fact,” Christa said with her fingers rubbing in circles over the droves of shuffling bumps, “life-threatening chases, fear for our friends, and the effort of travel all disappear the moment I mould you into curvy padding,” Christa explained as she batted her tummy with her tail, brushing across her rump and smacking down the inflating protrusions like a game of whack-a-digglet. “This way I'll know you are safe and comfy tucked away on my tush.” 
	“Mfmfwffgrf.” Came from the tummy, to which Christa just hugged in and snuggled her riling abdomen. 
	“You'll trust your friend to protect you enough so that you'll digest without much fuzz, right? You are perfect to melt away like butter and pack on my thighs with sexy lard,” -Bhoourraaahahrp- she paused to heave out a belch that sent her whole body rippling, dancing under the exchange of beefy belly breath. “Mmmf, be a good girl in there.” Christa panted, too exhausted to move with more than five times her bodyweight stewing below, thankfully, Vera also made for the perfect bed. 


~ 2 ~


 -Ghbrrlslsth- the walls were an aria of convulsing muscle tissue, each struggle and jab from Vera incorporated into another note of the melody. -Chhrbs- -Ghhrsllch- -Twhmmgslh- Her strength sapped from the heavy fumes in the taut cell. “I don't like this plan, you ca-can't just make me a meal.” 
	-Chhrrlglss- Though the stomach seemed to disagree. Each shift sent pressure in the gut membranes to soak in soggy phlegm, pearly pale juices oozing from the walls, pooling over Vera's body. -Frrsszhzht- A fizz sparked up as a pyre on orange coals as soon as it swabbed over her coat, and it burned like one too. 
	“FmYeyeacoch, awwm oh you can't, Cristmaadmng,” Vera called, but the mew only hummed as the digestive milk seeped from the walls; The stomach's membranes were a drenched sponge of the juices, every movement Vera made resulting in her getting singed by the acids. But, when her surroundings are becoming cauldron over a fire, instinct jolted Vera to spring away from the heated surfaces. -Sppfllstsh- -Spslltsh- Involuntary thrashing set off a deluge to drape her in corrosion. 
	“S-stop stop san, aahrng, stop,” Vera shouted, both to Christa and to mute her own instincts. The white fluids soaked through her clothes, dissolving fabric into a soup of threads and oils, only to singe into her coat and torch her fur black from the acidic exposure. -Frrzznnftgs- the fizz grew to a pressure cooker's boil, as the sloughing droves of acids and charged enzymes ate away at her skin, sinking fangs of sharp, white hot nails into her skin to open ruptures and rends over her flesh, puncturing her skin where her fur coat laid thin and boiling to a pink froth from the vermilion draining into the creamy texture of billowing froth. Vera flailed mindlessly, wrecked with her nerves torched and gnawed on by innumerable corrosive mandibles, and yet she couldn't help but compare the broad, rosy bubbles rising from the gouged paths in her skin, to the foam in a kid's bubblebath.


Tumbles rocked Christa back and forth; the throes of agony from her trainer becoming a cradle for the exhausted mew. 
	“You are too kind, you do take good care of me when you aren't endangering our lives, you know?” Christa said to her gut, kept steady on the bubble below, yet not a moment passed without a towering bloat swelling under the pink leather, only to snap back down where it came from, or merely sail down across the tummy until it sunk back into the chubby folds. 
	“But you'll be much less of a hassle once you have passed my bowels,” Christa explained and drove her face into the tummy with a warm sigh. She gasped in air, -Gllkrk- gulping it down for Vera, prolonging her struggles. “Refine into some hot plumpness you big, tasty trainer.” Christa panted and brushed along her sides, feeling the imprints of fingers and elbows stay longer and longer before shifting away, her gut contracting with a squelch of a muck squeezing through a straw -Chrpsllshg-. 


“Haaf, mmgs, ghaa…” Vera wheezed, her bones shuddering, the pool of melting milk submerging her lap and tummy, the surface in a constant boil, with bubbles bursting with splatters of congealed crimson and tufts of browned hair, moving her legs now came with pangs of tension and bolts of thunder shooting up her spine, but her feet laid numb. -Chshrslltch- The gut convulsed, stirring up the bubbling fox broth. Waves of acids surged through her torso, gorging cavities in the exposed tissue, brawn laid bare and melting into a slurry from her chest and arms, the bottom half of her elbows laid melted off, bare to the bone with mere tethers of red and grey connecting tissue with bone, and bone with the slush beneath. -Shrsllgrrsfp- With a sludgy rip, Vera felt her tail severed from her rear, her tailbone scraped off by the grinding of the abdominal walls kneading and grinding into her. The bushy appendage floated up beside her, encased in droves of guttural phlegm, boils bursting to reveal little whirlwinds of vaporised fur. Vera's motions stiffened, yet fuelled her struggle in pure desperation, clawing at the walls despite her digits being worn down to the phalanges; gritting her teeth through the sound of -Chhrsllth- meat torn asunder with the rip of a zipper; mulching milk rending cavities through her shoulders and chins, seeping in to toast her from the inside and render her fat into steaming oils bubbling underneath her skin; even as the breaths of fresh, cool air washed over her from the opening above. The breaths granted her a taste of the sterile, succulent Pokécenter atmosphere – a realm beyond her prison. 
	-Chhrlslch- -Ckkthshc- Bone sundered, and as the walls compressed over her shoulder, Vera's scapula sundered into splintering fractures, leaving her arm slumping limp into the bubblegum-hued milkshake. “C-chrisss… ev-everyone’s… h-helmmf. Fmmfpsh.” Delusional mumbles were smothered in the rising surface of molten slobber. Vera's pose was locked in a frail protest against the enclosing membrane, composed of fresh chunks of flesh, blackened organs and frying liquid fats, engulfing the trainer's head up to her eyes. 


-Ghbrslslp- Christa's abdomen rustled, bobbing and shifting in a light rumble, waves of ripples visibly coursing up the gut, the gargantuan tummy reducing steadily, sculpted back to the shape of a handful of pillows draped in a pink latex – a sofa cushion compared to the mattress she'd been before. Christa laid above, bobbing her belly over the bubble, hearing the scramble and smatter of grime -Chhrslp- wringing around while reducing air pockets within her stomach -Shruslpo- 
	“Good girl, you are coming along fine,” Christa mused, driving her hands in to grope and knead the chub in her fists, brushing across the bloats and imprints which vaguely resembled body parts of a once-capable trainer. “Oopf, you are gonna make a huge batch of bubblegum fudge,” Christa joked, with her tail prodding her cheeks, bouncing off her tubby cheeks with a quiet bounce, as her gut ground and crackled of a compacted skeleton -Ckkrlslthc-fkkrscht-. 


A loose paste of meat bobbed within Christa's stomach, -Chhtlsp- -Chhgllp- droves of trainer trudge devoured by Christa's bowels, ferried in globules of milky mince-meat and corroded skeletal tissue. -Ghhgbrs- -Chhrsllgh- Moisture drained and the mire congealed into putty in its ultimate pilgrimage, the gnarled and distending bumps littering the mew's body filtering away, the final handprint erased as it sank under the surface of pink mud. 


~ 3 ~


 -Bbngns- -sthp- Christa snickered as she slapped her tummy, the imprint of her hand staying or a few moments before welling up and settling back into plush smoothness. 
	“That wasn't so tough was it, can't hear you complaining, right?” Christa snickered and hovered her tummy together between her fists, kneading to hear the mucus clog within. “You turned into a goopy ditto on me while I wasn't looking, or… maybe more of a grimer at this point.” She added as she let go of her tummy, -Twmpgh- which slapped into her lap. -Pprrrbbrrwwpwolp- A puff of flatulence ended with a pop as a fart-filled bubble fluttered away from Christa's rear. At this, she giggled and levitated near the top of a few shelves. “I hear you in there, don't sweat it, you might have been a C-grade trainer…”
	-Sppffrt- she was interrupted by a puttering colon breeze, her stomach sloughed on the shelf in front of her with her pucker winking into shape, gaping to expose a patch of pale peeking out, “but you can still be a grade-a dump.” She assured. Christa huffed and panted as her pucker warped wide, dividing her cheeks wide for the trainer-mulch maturing in her bowels.
	-Shrhlglth- A grind of molten butter smeared over mud crinkled from the brim, the gape made way for a bulge of tainted grey, her rim clutched over it, hugging the pale dome back and forth, until a clear strain loosened her brim. -Shhtslh- Through the pink drapes forged a polished skull, snout partially buried in a mound of filth warping the brim to accommodate the sudden girth. Christa's rear rippled, her pucker pulsating in its gradual reveal of the trainer clay, moulding the mush as it arched its way out her brim, keeping its width broadened to surround the skull and then some, the grossly-padded trunk sloughing forth in the weaves of her butt nougat chute. The hue of the mound emerged as a blend of rosy auburn to a deep fuchsia, the plastic-smooth grime dyed from the mew's colon and Vera's coat alike, making the arching heap a gruesome parody of Vera's visage; even chunks of cloth were draped around the cranium in an approximation of a hat. Its length had yet to surpass Mew's foot, grinding back and forth on her pucker in the attempted egress, even with Christa's panting and groaning, for every two steps the mound shifted outwards it withdrew another – the length a flicking rod that just caught a bite. 
	“There youmfms, are, pho,” she huffed and wiped her brow with her tailbulb, the slab of dense dung creaking out with the pucker polishing its surface to the sound of buffered bronze. -Kfrrlslsbgrsth-. Cracks surfaced over the length as Christa's brim pinched a hold of it, creases sprouting in patters between solid globs of the sludge, separating trenches between the cobbled bundles, bundles of the softer filth gathering and draping down the length of the pillar, to plummet as drops of molten wax -Kblflsthw- they smacked onto the floor with the sound of ceramic plates dropped into porridge. 
	“Mmf, fmmwf, gonna have to lend me a helping hand, you promised you'd be goodmmf,” Christa grunted, floating off the shelf to cup her tummy. “Told you this was a good idea, you don't even wanna leave now,” she stated whilst she clamped her thighs around the bar of dissolved friendship and flesh between her plump, pink buns, “but friendship is also about, mfmfpfh, knowing when to get some distance, mmf, especially when you are already so clingy around my thighs and booty,” she punctuated her statement with a smack to her bottom, the added padding moulding around her fingers as a rumble -Vhhrlslth- rustled through her bowels, dislodging glued colon batter from the walls of her colon, and leaving Christa cuddling herself tightly for comfort, hissing through her teeth as the fudge heap billowed out of her brim.


-Chkrsltlsh- -Ghhtsl- The mound trudged its way forwards, swelling in girth to surpass the mew's hip-measure, hurling out with the force and elasticity of a trapped gastodon wedging free from a sewage pipe. -Chhrsllsgh- Vera vacated the voluptuous venues with a width wrestling past the crack; a glisten and shimmer of neon-azure reflected from the grey mound's film of gutter phlegm, as lit by the diffuse storeroom bulb. It stretched past Christa's legs, doubling the length in its reach downwards, clefts of manure opening up in the initial bending arch from shifting out of Christa's doughnut, the shape plummeting into a straight pillar towards the ground, thick enough that the mew could have bundled up within like a sleeping bag.
	-Kllgnk- -Pllfbbrffth- The skull tapped against the tiled flooring and the mound folded in suit, moulding into a curl around the point of impact, oozing of air escaping its pores and coming to rest as dense lumps of mauve mud. The length caved and bent apart further down towards the ground, shifting from drooping in smooth curves and bends like a tire-hose, to splay and sunder in buffed droves of fudge mince. Tethers of the sludge glued the heaps together when they separated, drooping and moulding up as heaps of molten miltank-cheese. A trickle of grimy bowel-juices coursed down the labyrinth of crevices covering the coil, seeping out into a lake surrounding the path of ground the filth claimed as its own. 
	“Fmmfs, ppfmah, ghaaana,” Christa panted out with her buns tensing and clamping around the tower of congealed fox gruel, her face shifting into contorted grimaces of algedonic concoctions of pleasure and pain rousing through her bones from relinquishing a dump of this tush-clenching magnitude. 
	“Mmmf, mmfm, mmm” She started to hum, as the butt fudge warped and sloughed out from her bottom, curving out of her brim to topple over the growing heap of steaming colon chocolate. She was so relieved and pleased, she strummed up into a song. 
	~“Who shall travel, throughout my butt. Mfmfpsh… Stretch it far and wide~.” She grunted out between the lyrics of her own making, dispensing greasy caramel from her rear haphazardly as a lazy confectioner. 
	~“Why it's my vera, the g-gooodest girl. Churned her to fat inside.”~ The mew amused herself, panting lustfully as she put her new assets to the test, dispensing kilos of muddled waste right onto the storage room floor.
	Embedded bones clanked into one another as the pressure unearthed them from the mud; chunks pasted onto one another, their outlines melding in the residual heat radiating from the dump; pale pink grease pooling and slathering over the mound as it dropped from on high; and each dune of processed Vera dropped onto the stack of curving manure with the density of a risen dough, moulding over one another and compiling into one uniform mass of girlish taffy trash. 


~ 4 ~


-Smmcth- Christa planted both hands firmly onto her tush, grinding the kilos-worth of new fluffy pudge clinging onto her body, fresh and warm enough to mould like dunes of bubblegum, yet juicy enough to bounce with every flick of her hips. 
	“Mm, she really stacked me,” Christa mused and drove her fingers up and down her booty, moulding short-lived trenches in her butt blubber, then let her hands roam down to her curved thighs which her buns now slugged on top of. She wiggled to-and-fro, squeezing her thighs and bouncing them to the tune she hummed earlier, cupping the layers of padding Vera had so cordially plastered on her. “Isn't it ironic; this won't be a heavy loss for the team,” Christa asked the pile behind her, on which clutters of out-jutting ribs and skeletal matter gradually folded over the pile under their own weight. Christa bobbed her hips together, coiling her tail around the buns and dropping them with an elastic -Bnwng- bobbing in a jostling tango from her plump hips. “This, is what I call a balanced comp.” 


~ 5 ~


“Attensh-uurooorap-on team Vera.” 
	A team consisting of an absol, chimeco, lucario, zoroark, and a sylveon all looked up at the familiar voice of the mew, excited and full of energy after having lazed on a pair of Pokécenter benches for what felt like hours. 
	“Where tomay our Vera have hid?” The absol queried. 
	Christa bit her lip, hiding that her tail gave her booty a good bap. 
	“She's gone home.” 
	They shared a moment of silence. 
	“Whoooooooaaaaaaaht?” The chimeco called in a reverberant choir. 
	“Sorry gals, she told me sh-.” -Hooouraaahhhpr- -Bhhoruaaarp- Christa belched up a storm of hot, beefy and cherry flavoured belches, “ahehm, told me she's calling off this whole adventuring deal, ending her journey a bit early, then she headed home~.” 
	“Mmrrf,” the sylveon huffed, “whadda we do now then, should we go see her?” 
	Christa paused, then turned to hide a smirk. “If you guys really wanna see her again, sure~.” 


Christa lead the team out of the center, escaping the scene, before someone found the skeleton in her closet.