A Difficult Reward

This Politoed wasn't coming back from the monster it had become, and judging from its belly fat, it had already downed the lives of several others. You approach the stunned frog without another thought and go down to grasp its legs. Your tongue pokes out between your lips, touching along the rim of your mouth in anticipation as you recur the sensation of feeling of having that Pinsir slide down your throat back in the forest. Devouring the feral had proven to be disturbingly pleasuring, along with packing a lot of energy for your trek from your home. you had deduced that ferals are so quick and powerful from so much nutrition they receive when they guzzle down Pokemon. Now it was time to give this feral a taste of its own medicine.

The Politoed remains on its back, grunting out in loss of focus with its bulbous tongue lolled out tiredly. It's just like what they say, the bigger they are, the harder they fall. You grab the ankles of the green and yellow toad, lifting his hinds up to your awaiting mouth to consume. Your tongue impatiently thrashes out, brushing against the outer smooth skin of the Politoed that has your legs shuddering a tad with your fur prickling with excitement. The strange meaty flavor ignites and persuades your tongue to continue dragging his hefty length over the frog's soles, wanting more its hide inside your stomach.

It makes a single quick moan of surprise, still barely conscious from its fall, however still dissipating in energy. You murr at his flavor when stroking your tongue around them, striding it across his soles more and up his ankles to finally widen your mouth. Quickly pressing them in, the feet submerge inside of your maw, letting your tongue do its work to lick around at the cushioned soles. You sweep his on all three of his yellow digits for each foot with the muscle, coating them in a clear slimy liquid.

The frog tries to kick at the ticklish feeling, but with its added weight, only seems to jiggle its thick legs. You swallow them in happily, gulping his knees and thick thighs into your throat to expand your throat and appease your lust for food as you arrive at the hard part. His hips were wide, and shaking to get free, which now that you thought about it, it seems like the infected Politoed was stirring back awake. Not knowing if you could even hold this wall of flesh in, you open your mouth to its maximum ability, wincing at the stretching feeling.

His hips however are gulped down into you, sending his waist to follow his twitching legs. Now that the difficulty of that was over, you still had to squeeze its very chubby belly inside, and as much as you wanted to taste and lick the frog pudge, you were not so sure your own belly could hold this frog in with its shifting movements. The Politoed began to lose its dizziness and realize the danger it was in once its purple eyes widened. Struggling inside, it almost causes you to gag his body back out from his sickening movements and thrashes while he croaks in anger. His feet were almost in your stomach, causing a fat bulge to form from your neck to your chest, bouncing out in distress.

The round belly seems impossible to devour at this rate because you needed more time to cram it in, but what choice did you have? You made a last attempt to swallow the toad blubber in, feeling his body begin to...

1. Push in! Claim your meal!

2. Push back out! Uh-oh, you're in trouble...