Victory at Redeemer's Grotto

The battle ended some time later after you taken a luxurious rest with the Politoed meat in your stomach. The remainder of the infected ferals that hadn't been consumed and were boiling within the digestive bellies of the citizens and soldiers had already fled through the tunnels with their numbers cut incredibly short. The ravenous determined soldiers chased the infected out of the caverns, sending them scattering in terror. You relax against the wall you laid back on, rubbing your large furred belly to ease the digestion of the frog who long ago gave up its struggling efforts. You watch from your lounged position as soldiers passed by with kicking guts, assessing the damage done by the infected and calming any citizens down that the carnage was over.

Eventually, you see Jackal walk by, noticing your newly expanded form. "Well hot damn. I think it's safe to say that you beat me in size." He said while rubbing the back of his head, a bit impressed with your gut. You descend your vision a bit downward, noticing his large round belly that sagged down as well, occasionally bouncing out from kicks of peril within. He grips his other hand under the soft globe, pressing into the chub to tease his meal. Even Jackal himself ate a feral, concluding your suspicions about what you'd be seeing anyone defeating a feral would probably end with it sliding down their own mouths. You pondered how many ferals you could eat at maximum. You already felt like you were going to burst.

"Great to see you alive and well...eh, what did you manage to catch there, Jack?" You scarcely asked through your full state. Jackal gives you a glare of what you called him, but grew a smile and as he closed his eyes delightfully. He tugs his gut, happily replying, "Well, after Pence led me through to fight off grass-types for him, this Jolteon came out of nowhere and almost zapped the poor bug to ****." Jackal flexes his arm some, cockily boasting, "But she was no match for me. It felt nice to have her sliding through my mouth in a weird kind of way."

"Jackaaaaaal!" Yells a shrill voice emitting from afar. The both of you turn to look down the road, watching as a red and brown Buneary came frantically dashing down the dirt path while waving joyfully. Rose leaps powerfully up with her rabbit legs, grabbing onto Jackal's round belly and jiggling it around from the impact. She hugs the bloated chub, leaving Jackal to stammer in his own words while blushing a bit. Rose continues to cuddle the thin-furred fat, pressing the side of her face into it like a pillow to listen to it gurgle. Jackal grabs the scruff of her neck and set her back down gently to her hindpaws as she cheers with glee. Rose giggles, "I'm so happy you're still alive!"

"U-u-uh....yeah, of course I'd be..." He awkwardly tosses out words. He felt a bit embarrassed from the girl's odd clinging nature towards him, ever since she first laid eyes on him.

The Buneary begins to look at the floor suddenly, almost hearing a quiver in her voice from your ears, "I-I just thought...that if you had been...you know...e-e-ea...ea...eaaa..." She couldn't finish her sentence as she jumped back at Jackal, catching him in surprise while clinging around his neck instead of his protruding gut this time. Rose whimpers into his neck while sitting on top of his belly, crying aloud, "I'm just so overwhelmed that you're still here! I don't know what I would've done if it had been eaten by some awful monster!" Jackal, stilled stunned, slowly brought his arms closer to the Buneary, but instead of making contact, he simply just pats her back.

"Uh, heh, uhh...I think I'm tough enough to be able to handle a couple of infected..." He assures her. She looked deep into his eyes happily once again.

"Absolutely! You could take on the entire horde if you had to!" She retorts. Jackal just continues to blush, confused about what to say. He found the girl to be a bit on the bizarre side...but so cute at the same time, to the point that it was driving him mad. Jackal tries to shake the feelings away. He didn't believe in things being cute. He was tough. Males thinking things as "cute" was...outright unacceptable to his alpha-male way of thinking. Rose however then proceeded to poke at one of his arms. "Just look at these strong muscles you have! I bet you're tougher than a raging Machamp!"

You couldn't help yourself from covering your mouth with your hand, shielding your grin. Yes, he probably did have muscle, but by just looking at his arms and chest, there truly wasn't anything to see. You suddenly remember that you need to make sure the Village Chief was still around, and not digesting somewhere. With that thought, you go out on your hunt to find the town leader...

Having a small amount of aggravating trouble getting up, you strain your arms against the wall as you slide back up to a hefty stand. Pulling the muscles in your legs, you manage to actually pad over down the street with the heavy yellow furred globe swelling out. Jackal sets Rose back down, once again, and follows you as you search around the roads of the village. After moments of asking questions and receiving directions from citizens who saw him last during the raid to venture out on a scavenger hunt of clues, you see a thick orange tail with a small ember flickering at the end sweep slowly against the ground.

The Village Chief sits relaxed in a cluster of fallen rocks, using it as a temporary throne-like chair for himself. The Charizard's yellow belly was...eyecatching for those who would want to rival such a stomach. You didn't think his gut could dome out any more than it already did, but he easily countered your presumption about that. The impressive potbelly pokes outwards in a colossal globe of scaly flesh. It kicks proudly out, bouncing with every slight movement from the prey inside. Walking up to the fat dragon, you watch as the Village Chief's Espeon servant girl, Luna, knead her hands against the large mass of weight, massaging her town leader's belly for eased digestion. Ryzer's eyes are closed with his mouth open wide, procuring a toothy smile that flexed a floppy tongue out. He was clearly enjoying his treatment.

One of his eyes opened up, noticing you, and he instantly closes his mouth from his murring. After ordering his Luna to stop, he never let his smile fade away as he calls out to you while holding his arms out openly, "Lace! My friend! I'm glad to see you alive, and well-fed at that!"

You stammer closer to him, stopping and replying, "Yeah, I'm glad about that too."

He then places a hand over his fat gut, stroking at it. You wish you could take your attention away from it, but the Charizard notices that as well. "I ate three infected anthros for my personal best record of hunting ferals. Let's see here, a Granbull with one hell of a temper, a Flareon that thought she could outburn me, and I finished off with a very fast Grovyle who gravely mistook me for a slow fool, ha ha!" Ryzeranswers for you, smirking at his own added girth.

You look away, getting to the point. "I need to know how to get to the swamp we talked about yesterday." You politely demand from the fat dragon. His thick tail brushes sharply.

"Ah, straight to business I see." He places his hands against the sides of the rock mound, pulling himself up with a hint of trouble thanks to his obese stomach. He manages to actually get to his feet and gestures you to follow him. "Come this way. I can give you directions, but I need to get damage reports from my fellow guard first so we can assess our losses."