Amphibian Appetizer [BAD END]

The stretching pink muscle is too quick in speed for you as it slaps heavily against your face and hard, almost sending you to fall back to the floor. Your vision was obscured by a wall of wet taste buds, dripping saliva onto you that **** you to grunt in distaste and struggle to remove the cemented tongue. After almost falling over from the impact, the tongue seems to be glued to your face to pull you back from teetering over all the way thankfully, even if you hated the sudden muscle on you.

**** to free yourself from the disgusting attack, you wrap your hands around the long tongue only to find how difficult it was to strip it off from your head though; the muscle is practically attached to your face by now, in fact, your hands were now stuck as well! You strive for the escape of your hands by pulling your arms out while whining, but the tongue withheld its sticky and powerful grip. You suddenly feel yourself fling forward once the Politoed had slingshotted you back toward him by retracting his tongue, plopping your arms and head inside his maw! Struggling helplessly with the slimy muscles and mouth pressing around your face and squishing together, the rest of your body is **** to press against his cushiony thick body, feeling the slick flesh of the frog rub up against your fur as you wriggle around. His thick arms wrap around your backside, squeezing you in for a tight, constricting hug. More of your body is squished into his tubby fat, kicking your legs out in any escaping moment in a poor effort.

The tongue within the Politoed's mouth flicks off your head as if it was nothing and begins to explore your face with eager hunger. The fleshy whip circles above your head, tickling at your ears and stroking slowly up your extended-out arms as you start to become swallowed in hands first. You thrash your legs to kick at the round blubber of the toad while whimpering out, hoping that some soldier outside would come to your aid. You then remember that you are still in the dark and baren alleyway between buildings with no one around, making your chances of survival completely crushed at this point. You struggle to punch at the throat walls with the long tongue coiled around your arms dragging you in along with the tight, slimy space you could barely shift around in. With your ears folding back against your head, you whine out in distress that you were going to fall prey to this fat frog. The mouth walls ripple in pleasure as the tongue soaks itself in your flavor and meat, and you even hear a faint giggling sound muffledly shaking around you.

Your waist enters the mouth after your entire upper body slides in from a strong swallow within the Politoed's large maw, eliciting its tongue to brush against your blue furry ball sac and wiggle at your sheath. Wincing from the unwilling arousal, you feel the frog grind its tongue along your crotch and in between your legs, hooking around to smack against your rear. You yelp as your body is given a sudden jolt in by the spank, and then shifted back after the ****. The bulbous tip of the tongue swirls against your blue furry cheeks, toying with them by rubbing in between them to tease at your pucker. You groan inside the frog's narrow esophagus, defeatedly shivering your waist while your cock slowly begins to erect out. However, the infected Politoed takes a mighty gulp once more, and sends your wet, abused rump into his throat, followed by your legs that continue to pathetically struggle. Half of your legs still remain out, still kicking out in a **** panic outside of the frog's wet and green lips. Your hind paws begin to press against your predator's chest, constantly squishing the rubbery pudge in which the Politoed smiles from the tickling feeling. You're basically giving him a pampering massage.

Once your feet enter his swallowing and drooling maw, you abandon all hope at this point and wait as you slowly dove into your demise, hoping that the frog would just finish you off. As you enter the stomach, you are curled up against the previously seen meal you saw earlier that had been kicking and bouncing the belly before. The body was already ****, and from what you feel, you figure out that it is an Ivysaur anthro. Not that you wanted to feel it, but the tight compactness of the stomach overwhelms you and forces you against the reptilian dinosaur. The stomach juices flush inside to fill the chamber about halfway to pool around the two of you, gurgling and bubbling some with the presence of your meaty hides. Your paws unwillingly slide down the naked plant-dino's body, where you come to discover that it was a male nonetheless. Your saddened submission is interrupted once two hands slap against the walls around you, rubbing around and feeling the stomach vibrate while it works around the frog's meals. The Politoed belches out the last amounts of your air, and you drift away into faintness with the bubbling fluids showers down on you.

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The Politoed closes his eyes, slapping his hands around the now even larger belly sagging outward roundly. He burps out from yet another simple and delicious anthro to be sent into his gurgling depths, feeling his stomach tighten around the two Pokemon inside and begin to digest them. The Ivysaur was good, but the Lucario that popped out of nowhere was simply magnificent! The infected frog wets its lips, reminded of the rare dog's distinct flavor, making it shudder in pleasure as it belly growls with the said canine digesting. The Politoed waddles into the slightly ruined building the Lucario had originally stumbled out from, sitting down on its rear against a wall to stroke at the rubbery globe groaning out by the full stomach. It massages and squishes around the tight orb, contently patting the large gut as the infected hoard overpowers the citizens of Redeemer's Grotto outside. It couldn't wait to be ready to eat another tasteful victim after this delicious duo.

The Infection Continues to Plague the World