# A Puppy’s Gluttonous Rampage
Rocky glanced up at the door again. Only five minutes had passed since the last time, but the Rockruff squirmed anxiously. The sun shining through the window told him it was still morning, and his trainer wouldn’t be back until long after sundown that night. So many hours left. The tiny Rockruff impatiently laid his head back down, thumping his tail against the soft fabric. What seemed like an hour later the tiny Pokémon climbed from his bed. Tired of feeling sorry for himself, he prowled around the apartment, looking for something to occupy his restless mind. Food? No, though he hadn’t eaten yet, he wasn’t particularly hungry. Toys? Nothing was in sight. He prowled around the apartment, looking to entertain himself. Rocky gasped in delight! A spot of orange lay under the couch. A rubber ball! He’d forgotten it was there, lost during a game of fetch sometime the previous week. Rocky frowned. It was pretty far back, and he doubted his stubby legs could reach it. The Rockruff pressed his face under the couch, scrunching up his muzzle, trying to stretch his paws out towards the ball, but it remained frustratingly out of reach. He struggled and squirmed, but the heavy piece of furniture removed to budge from his feeble efforts, and his claws swiped the air at least six inches away from his prize. He scrambled around to the other side, burrowing behind the couch and repeating the process, and though he could get a little closer, he still came up short. Growling in annoyance, he threw his tiny body at the upholstered barrier, but though it shook ever so slightly, it remained firmly planted in position on the shallow carpet. Rocky sighed, defeated, slinking back to his doggy bed and collapsing into it with a sulky huff. An odd lump beneath him piqued his interest and he dug under the fabric, producing a rubber duck, which he delightedly wedged into his muzzle. His tail wagged slowly as he gnawed on the tough material, growling and denting the tough material with his fangs. The Rockruff slowly worked the duck in his jaws, lying in bed, contemplating the lost rubber ball. He opened his mouth extra wide, working his rearmost teeth into the rubber, but as he bit down hard, the saliva-coated duck slipped free, shooting backwards! Rocky gagged as he felt the toy lodge in his throat, and he couldn’t stop himself from reflexively swallowing hard. He jumped to his paws, forcing himself to cough, trying to bring the toy back up, but it was too late. Another reflexive gulp and the toy was gone. Swallowed. Rocky could feel it bulging out his throat as it passed through his neck, almost painfully stretching the flesh around it as it vanished into his chest. There was a twinge as it passed the opening to his stomach before landing somewhere inside. He pressed experimentally at his belly, but he couldn’t really feel anything unusual. He licked his lips a few times anxiously. If it wasn’t for the uncomfortable stretched feeling in his throat, he could have believed it hadn’t happened at all. It wasn’t the first time he’d eaten something he shouldn’t have. The first time was a plastic toy shaped like a bone. Like the duck, it had slipped down while Rocky was playing with it. It hadn’t hurt at all, though he had occasionally felt strange pressures in his lower belly as the bone worked through his body. His trainer had never found out what happened to it, and it was probably still buried somewhere in the park where Rocky had hidden it. The second time had been a stuffed plush Litten toy. While his trainer was out, the Rockruff had devoured it in a jealous rage, cramming the entire thing down his throat. It had been hard to swallow, and the Rockruff had needed some water to help get it down, and it continued to cause him trouble even after, upsetting his poor stomach for several days. He’d done his best to hide his discomfort, though after he recovered, neither he nor his trainer had ever found any trace of it. Rocky stomach growled softly and he pressed on it again. With the adrenaline wearing off, he realized the feeling of the duck squeezing down his throat had been…exciting. Maybe even pleasant. His belly didn’t hurt, at least not yet, and he hadn’t eaten anything yet that day. Slowly a wonderful and terrible idea began to form in his mind. The Rockruff padded around the room, examining everything in it with a new, terrible sense of purpose. His heart pounded in his chest, and his paws were unsteady from the thought of what he was considering. He shouldn’t. He *definitely* shouldn’t, he’d *definitely* get caught this time, and then who knew what would happen? But it would also feel incredible. And wasn’t it his trainer’s fault, really, for leaving him unsupervised for so long? A large vase sat on the coffee table. Rocky knew the flowers were fake, his trainer never kept any real houseplants in case they turned out to be toxic, but it wasn’t the flowers he had his eye on. The rest of the space inside was taken up by dozens of small, round vase fillers. Rocky reached up, hesitating for only a moment before he tipped it over, wincing slightly as the thick glass thudded against the carpeted floor, spilling its contents all over. It hadn’t broken though, that was good. With only one more moment’s hesitation, Rocky tossed the fake flowers aside and began to shovel glass stones into his mouth. The dog Pokémon’s cheeks bulged as he swished the vase fillers around, getting them all coated in dog saliva before he tilted his head back, both hearing and feeling them clattering against each other as they poured into his throat. He took a single, hard swallow and they continued descending through his chest, dropping into his stomach where he felt them pile up inside. He shook his belly experimentally and was rewarded with the faint clacking sound of them sliding around, making him blush. He’d never felt anything like it before. He wanted more. He stuffed more and more of them into his maw, gulping down four or five at a time, feeling them land in his belly, soft clicks each time as they joined the others, until suddenly there weren’t any more. The contents of the vase rattled and shook in his stomach as he swayed back and forth, cheeks flushed. He finished by stuffing the fake flowers into his mouth after, chewing on them before gulping them down, the plastic stems tickling his throat on the way into his stomach. He grimaced. They’d tasted bad, and hadn’t been nearly as much fun as the vase fillers. He licked over his own muzzle as he looked around for something better. He spotted his trainer’s bag sitting by the door and padded over. It took a little fiddling to get the zipper pulled back, but the Rockruff managed it with some difficulty, revealing the contents. Various Pokémon supplies filled the bag, and Rocky began to rummage through them, pushing aside some spray bottles of medicine and catching a large round plastic ball in his mouth. His Poké Ball. It was big, but he grinned a little as he imagined it rolling around in his stomach. His trainer would never find it in there. Maybe he’d have to spend more time with Rocky instead of putting him away! The Rockruff tossed his head back, tearing up a little as the round plastic orb caught in his throat. For a moment Rocky thought it was stuck. He struggled and tried to cough, shifting the ball a little, and to his relief, this time it squeezed down with a second hard swallow. It hurt as it bulged his throat on the way down, stopping for a moment halfway, though another swallow took it all the way down. Rocky felt it squeeze painfully through the entrance to his stomach, and then it was gone. There was a clack as it dropped onto the pile of glass stones filling his belly. He paused for a moment to catch his breath before he started nosing about for more snacks, snapping up a couple of glowing, colorful stones, sending them down with a few gulps each. They tingled faintly in his throat. The hungry puppy licked his lips as he pulled his head free from the bag, his stomach gurgling loudly, but his gluttony was apparently not yet satisfied. Rocky made his way into the bathroom. His gut already felt heavier, and it swayed beneath him as he walked, gurgling softly. A couple toothbrushes easily vanished into the Rockruff’s greedy gullet, and an entire tube of toothpaste next, settling in his belly with the cap still screwed firmly on. A small minty belch escaped his muzzle and he giggled to himself. He carefully steered clear from the razor but slurped up the pack of dental floss lying next to it, the little plastic box vanishing down his throat to join the other objects stewing in his stomach. Next he snatched up the bar of soap from the shower. It was brand new, never used, just opened the previous night. Letters Rocky couldn’t read were embossed into the surface. The soap tasted bad, but by now Rocky didn’t mind, he’d stopped caring about taste quite a while ago. He only wanted to feel more objects sliding down his throat. He slid the bar back and forth on his tongue, his saliva coating it and making it more and more slippery. The puppy flexed his tongue, sliding the lubricated brick backward, giving a hearty swallow as it slid over the back of his tongue. Squeezed by his throat muscles and slickened by suds, the bar practically launched itself down into his stomach, hard enough that he felt and heard the gentle clatter of it striking the pile of vase fillers. Rocky tried to clean his tongue on a towel, but the bitter taste lingered in his mouth. He thought to himself that some more snacks might solve that as he headed back into the living room. As Rocky walked in, his eyes settled on the TV remote, protruding out from behind a sofa cushion. He bit his lip. Warning alarm bells were going off in his head. He would *definitely* get in huge trouble if anything happened to the remote. His trainer used it all the time. Rocky felt that familiar jealousy inside him again, along with an unfamiliar hungry feeling, his stomach gurgling ominously. Though his better judgment told him it was a bad idea, he found himself pressing the plastic rectangle between his jaws, wiggling it to help work it further back. His tongue played across the hard plastic buttons sticking out before he relaxed his throat, letting the end of that remote sink down. He gave it a push as he gulped hard, but it stopped painfully only halfway in. It was big, and little tears formed in the corners of the Rockruff’s eyes as he lifted his whole head up, trying to give the remote as straight a path as possible as he gulped hard again and again. Maybe it was the traces of soap still coating his mouth and throat, but soon it was moving again, inching downwards, stretching out his neck visibly as it went. As his teeth closed around the other end, the TV suddenly clicked on, giving the poor Rockruff a fright and making him gulp hard, sending the whole rest of that remote down. Rocky grimaced as his stomach’s entrance stretched painfully, but soon the remote was past, joining his other snacks. A belch escaped his lips as the Rockruff sat there, blinking. He didn’t know how to turn the TV off again, and his trainer always used the remote…the one sloshing in his stomach right now. Rocky pressed at his belly, feeling the tight fullness of it, but he couldn’t tell where the remote was inside. At least the volume was turned down low. Rocky waddled his way to the bedroom and carefully pulled the handle to ease the door open. He wasn’t supposed to go in here while his trainer was away, though did rules like that really matter after everything else he’d done so far? He entered the forbidden area, stomach groaning. The bed was messy, the sheets scattered every which way. His trainer never made the bed in the mornings unless he expected company. Rocky plucked a sock off the floor and chewed on it thoughtfully as he swept his gaze over the room. Gulping down the fabric, he scrambled up onto the bed, his belly sloshing and clattering beneath him audibly. He paused to rub over it for a moment. It was visibly rounder than it had been earlier. Some coins on the nightstand were his next victims, dropping noisily into his belly as he swallowed them all at once in a single gulp. His trainer’s watch vanished down his throat next. Rocky guessed he’d carelessly forgotten it. He grinned as he imagined it tossing in his stomach with everything else. Surely he wouldn’t miss it, then, would he? Rocky had hoped to find his trainer’s phone, but he wasn’t so lucky. He frowned in disappointment. His trainer must have taken it with him. The Rockruff growled, remembering how much time and attention that small device had taken away. Maybe there would be time for justice later on. Instead, he settled for the next best thing, nibbling on the end of the charging cable and pulling the plug from the wall as he sucked it down, the cable winding down his throat like a noodle, the transformer at the other end making a bulge in his neck as the pup swallowed hard around it. He finished up by almost casually wolfing down a medal off a shelf, along with another sock, before heading back into the main room again. Rocky let out another long belch, huffing and patting his stuffed belly. Even larger than before, it almost dragged the ground, rattling noisily as he walked, all the objects inside clattering and sliding against each other. It felt so good to be so full…especially full of things he knew he shouldn’t be eating. The taboo nature of his feeding frenzy made it all the sweeter to the naughty puppy. Rocky’s eyes stopped as they passed over a game controller, still plugged into the console beneath the TV. It was big, maybe even too big, but by this point Rocky didn’t care, he wanted it inside him. He was going to try it. He wedged the rounded device into his maw, working it in deep, his throat eager to accept it, but the bent shape of it gave him some difficulty. As he forced it back, it turned and the handgrip pressed almost painfully against the side of his throat, making a visible bulge on the front of his neck. For the third time today, tears welled up in his eyes as he strained his throat. He was determined, though…after all, how many days had his trainer played with this rather than his beloved companion? Maybe now he’d get the attention he deserved…and the feelings of jealously spurred him onward. Rocky swallowed hard, squeezing his eyes shut as he worked that awkwardly-shaped bulge further down his neck, the cord folding up against the back of the controller as it began to follow the device down, and he almost choked several times trying to force it deeper, but by now the puppy’s gag reflex was nearly defeated. With great difficulty, he managed to force the thing back and down, his throat muscles wrapping around and tugging on it. *Gulp.* He struggled, but that controller slowly vanished into the Rockruff’s body, bit by bit, until the only things remaining were an awkward throat bulge and a cord hanging from his lips. One last labored swallow sent that bulge down into his stomach to join the rest of his internal collection, and he paused to catch his breath. Bit by bit his throat muscles slipped that cord deeper, curling it up inside him before he yanked the plug free from its socket, playing with the end with his tongue before he sent that down, too. All packed away in his belly now, where it belonged. Rocky flopped onto his back, panting hard, his paws feeling over the dome of his stomach, which was angrily groaning and trying to churn around his unorthodox meal. It ached now, more than a little, and the Rockruff groaned, but he regretted nothing. It felt incredible. As his stomach strained itself, he gently tried to soothe it with rubs from the outside, pressing and feeling with his paws as he lay in utter bliss. He could hear the noises as each object shifted position inside with each press, pushing against its neighbors and stirring the contents of his whole belly, drawing out gurgles and groans from his overworked gut. A long, low belch escaped his mouth, and the Rockruff lay there on the floor, tail wagging slowly, tongue hanging from his maw, his jealous hunger sated for now. Outside the window, the sun had long since set, and stars twinkled faintly at him from outside. Just then, there was a familiar click. Rocky’s ears shot straight up, adrenaline shooting through his body as he heard the lock turn. His trainer was home. Rocky’s stomach let out an enormous bubbly groan and clattered faintly. Oh he was *definitely* in big trouble now…