Too Much to Contain [BAD END]

Your throat throbs in distress from the gulp. His belly was stuck sloshing outside of your mouth, stopping you from taking any more of its girthy body in. "D-Damn, I was so close!" You think to yourself as you endeavor to gulp the fat globe in hopes something would turn out for the better for you. But to no avail, the Politoed lost any sense of confusion it had before and was in a full attempt to escape by kicking his legs inside your tight throat.

You couldn't take it anymore, and you feel like your stomach was going to convulse and deny wanting any bit of more meat. Curling your torso down, you place your arms off the big blubbery gut and onto your chest and belly, gagging from his struggles with audible wet whines. The feral chuckles once it sees its endeavors working and twists around inside once again within your maw, placing its hands against the rim of your jaws while pushing against it. You feel his body reverse its movements, sliding back out of your throat and freeing itself your maw in short but victorious shifts. His feet finally plop out from your gagging jaws, leaving half of his rubbery body to be slathered in coats of thick Lucario drool. You collapse to your hands and knees, struggling to get back up from the feeling of the frog forcing itself back out of your maw. Your throat seems to have increased in pressure, and your stomach growled in an ill state from the thought. A shadow looms over you quite soon afterward, darkening your surroundings in an ominous veil in the shape of a frog. Raising your tired vision up, you watch as a dark green pucker ascends over you, seemingly to pulsate and wince in tension. The Politoed was standing directly in front of you, with its hands gripping its fat cheeks to stretch its rump wide open for your body.

You try to protest out immediately, only until your sounds of sorrow are muffled out once the hole gapes around your entire head with the light green asscheeks clenching around it. The Politoed murrs with ease, pumping your head within the anal tunnel back and forth like a toy for its rectum to where the only thing you could do is shiver in distress and push against its rear, smooshing the doughy and rubbery orbs into your paws that it only makes the excited frog drag you in closer. The fleshy and narrow tunnel had stale air, which was little to be had, and obscured your vision in complete pinkish darkness. You feel your arms squeeze inside the hole while being pinned to your sides, rendering the useless arms to struggling for freedom from the awful **** in being a sex toy. The anal walls press up against your body, mashing your head to squish your face's cheeks together to make you whine unhappily. "This...th-this can't be happening! It's shoving me up its a-a-ass...!" You whimper to yourself as it only pleases your predator. The Village Chief's words turned out to be true for some ferals using more than just their mouths to claim their meals.

The Politoed began to squish your legs in and out, using them for its enjoyment, and oh was he enjoying it. The toad rolls its long tongue out, dangling it in the air to swish lightly as its bucking motions continued to bounce its belly and butt pudge around. At last, your furry legs are dragged inside, leaving the musty hole to close around your hindpaws with your body sinking through the frog's body. You groan in defeat once your body crams into the hot stomach, pressing at the compacting strong walls weakly as you were made a meal out of. After thinking you beat the Politoed, the roles reversed, and you still ended up in a stomach for your quest to come to an end. Moaning inside, you are left as nothing but meat to the frog as you're slathered in stomach juices to be prepped for digestion. A large bulge presses out in the chubby Politoed, making its protruding gut round outward a bit more luxuriously to the feral's delight. It slaps its hands together on each side of the fleshy globe, massaging the tautness and fat over your devoured body. You curl within the organ powerfully, dozing away into faintness inside the toad in your pathetic sobbing. Hopefully someone would come to save you as you did for the Ivysaur.

Speaking of which, at that moment in time the Politoed spots the Ivysaur anthro down aways on the same road, held up upon his hands and knees during heavy breaths to regain his senses. The obese frog walks forth to the grassy dino, ready to reclaim the meal it lost before to join the weak predator of a Lucario. The Ivysaur hears the heavy footsteps come to him closely, but it was already too late for him to escape. He gasps suddenly when he sees the open and drooling maw of the Politoed again over his shoulder, and attempts to crawl on his back to flee the drooling mouth once more...

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Two green Ivysaur feet disappear in the Politoed's lips with three clawed digits on each hindpaw scrunched in stress before vanishing. The chubby amphibian swallows the massive bulge into its obese size, belching out victoriously from the second course. Planting its hands into his pudgy gut, the Politoed feral takes a moment to feel the struggles of his meal once again as the Ivysaur whines inside with an **** Lucario covered in drool is mashed against his own slimy nude body. A hero that had saved him was all at a lost at this point to where they both would share a digestive fate for the apocalypse.

As the Politoed roams through the streets with a sloshing belly, it knew it could fit just one more delicious Pokemon in its stomach before it would retreat away back into the caves. Its purple stare looks over to see a male Typhlosion, too distracted fighting other infected that he would make another easy meal. After all, the Politoed couldn't wait to cram a cute fire-type down into its boiling belly. The infected frog pads over to the fire type who has his back turned to the Politoed. Jackal suddenly felt two amphibian hands capture his arms as a long and slimy pink tentacle wraps around his head, blinding his vision as he's lifted from behind and stuffed face-first into a feral's maw. He growls in muffled tones as the frog would make a snack out of him, along with all of the other ferals to the citizens of Redeemer's Grotto.

The Infection Continues to Plague the World