A Fatter Lace

You suddenly feel a change of movement in the frog's body. It was sliding inside your mouth still! The infected Politoed's belly is resting at the outside of your devouring lips, but was still able to begin sinking inside. Determined to win this struggle now, you grip your food by its sides, pulling the Politoed towards your swallowing jaws to mash in more of the amphibian's sloshing belly inside your throat. You wince in a little by the round size, but pass it off as being completely worth the venture when you discover yourself moaning some by the meaty flavor dragging over your tongue. Is this how ferals really felt when they ate someone? It was exhilarating to say the least, and quite desirable enough for it to become a habit. Maybe something about this could help you tie in what the infection truly was. But thinking could wait. You had a frog to swallow!

Suddenly, you spot the Ivysaur anthro you had saved earlier pad over to you in his drool covered body. "Ya look like ya need some help there. Let me repay ya for savin' me!" He chuckles out, grabbing the Politoed's head as the obese toad struggles for freedom while spitting out hisses of anger. The Ivysaur lifts up the head, making the body the Politoed decline its body into your mouth, creating a much easier time to swallow the feral down now. Did the Ivysaur not see it as strange that you were eating a feral? Perhaps even sane Pokemon just eat ferals for the sport in it, and what was normal for the time. You had been living under a rock for a long time, but then again, so have Redeemer's Grotto citizens.

The yellow rubbery gut slides into your throat as you feel the infected's feet press against your stomach walls. Triumphant at last with the Ivysaur's aid, you finally gulp the round frog belly in, finishing any difficult challenge for this meal to continue to end the feral's time in the outside world. The infected frog's arms were compressed inside your chomping jaws, allowing its chest to arrive at the base of your mouth. Your tongue flicks around hungrily, poking and juggling his chubby chest to tease the feral at its own game, feeling around for any indications for man-breasts. The frog grunts helplessly and jerks his body around in agony as a response to the torturing licks. The Ivysaur releases the feral's head, allowing you to be able to lift your own head up to swallow the rest of the sinking infected Politoed down. Its head is slurped inside, and you close your lips to seal its fate inside your digestive system. A gargantuan round bulge protrudes out of your body greatly when you take your final gulp, collecting down together to slosh your belly outward. The great weight plummets to your stomach, letting your yellow furry gut stretch roundly out to impossible odds. You could barely even stand now! Yet you had succeeded and defeated a feral. Now that was one less infected to worry about in this world.

You pat your large and squirming belly that hung out of your midsection, enjoying the frog's constant writhing and grumbles. It felt amazing to have another Pokemon stewing inside of your stomach actually, stirring a form of desire for it within your heart, stomach, and mouth to where you wanted more strangely. The Ivysaur grins and gives a single slap to your back while thanking, "Let that be a gift to ya, from me! If ya hadn't squeezed me outta that belly, I would've become just another layer of fat on it." He laughs in a joyful boast as he makes his way back down the street to continue his efforts to stop the infected horde. From what you saw after you had browsed your sight over the entire underground estate, the Grotto's soldiers were winning at the rate they were going, and the rest of the ferals would soon run or become large round bulges for the soldiers from what you would hope for. In fact, as you did peer around, more and more soldiers were stumbling around with fat bellies with prey trapped inside. So, maybe this had become a normal thing for society?

You sit at the building you were next to and lean your heavy form against the wall. You would have to digest your largest meal that you ever ate to be able to move again; going back out there to fight would have been suicide for a plump and slow Lucario for a feral to feast on. You rest back but stayed alert just in case a feral ever came by, waiting for the carnage to end. The soldiers would surely win...

1. They do! You are victorious!

2. They don't...The village is overrun by the infected... *