Valencia ran through the dark back alleys of Matabuena, her heart racing and her stomach rumbling. She couldn't believe she had exposed herself to the Syndicate again, after so much time lying low. You were there to buy food, babosa, not to play hero, she scolded herself.

When she had come to the market, what she'd found was two Quilavas burning down a Vileplume's stall because she hadn't paid her protection money. The Vileplume was in tears and cried that she had needed the money to pay for medicine for her sprouts, which were ill, but the thugs had only laughed and threatened to incinerate the Vileplume as well.

It wasn't as if that was a rare scene; the Syndicate did things like it all over Valladolid. Valencia had witnessed them before and knew she should have kept her temper in check and just walked away... But the next thing she knew, she had extinguished the stall and attacked the Quilavas, exclaiming she was the infamous traitor Valencia to get them to leave the Vileplume alone. It had worked perfectly, of course, and now she'd have to flee the city. If she managed to escape the Quilavas, the rest of the Syndicate would still know she was here in Matabuena, and it was all because she was such a busybody.

But as she ran through a long, straight alley, she was suddenly cut off: one of the Quilavas appeared in front of her, a wide grin on her face. Valencia skidded to a halt and turned around, but the other one was already behind her. “Got you now, traitor!” he laughed.

Valencia took a deep breath. It seemed she'd have to fight her way out. Surprisingly, she found herself not only scared, but also excited. Her stomach itched in anticipation and she couldn't help thinking she was about to get a double meal. The female Quilava especially looked delicious. She forced the thought away; she hadn't eaten anyone for six months, managed to subdue the terrifying 'talent' for swallowing people whole she had discovered she had. “Don't be stupid,” she said, trying to sound intimidating when all she could think about was how wonderful her previous preys had tasted. “I'm a water-type, you're fire-types. If you know what's good for you, you'll turn back and let me through.” If you don't, she added mentally, you'll discover what the inside of a Vaporeon looks like...

The Quilavas weren't intimidated. “Yeah, but there's two of us and one of you! Surrender, and we might be kind to you.”

Something inside Valencia that scared her made her grin and think: Good... You will fill me up well. This was getting very annoying. Just because she had accidentally swallowed her enemy both times she had fought a member of the Syndicate before, this dreadful instinct was cropping up again after months of pushing it to the back of her mind. But she couldn't wrestle with her thoughts now, as the Quilavas were right: she was in trouble against two of them and couldn't afford the distraction. Besides... It wasn't just instinct that made her long to eat the Quilavas. It had felt wonderful last time she devoured someone, and she really did want to feel like that again. If only it didn't mean condemning someone to be digested inside her...

She stopped fussing about in her mind and replied to the Quilava's offer with a wave of water crashing down the alley, while diving flat against the ground to dodge the jet of fire the other one would inevitably spit at her. The flames seared right over her back, their heat terrible even if they missed. She rolled into hiding behind some bins, her earrings tinkling, and made herself as small as she could to shield herself from the next sea of flame.

The moment the flames had passed, she jumped up on top of the bins and spit a powerful ray of water at the male Quilava, hitting him dead-on. He was thrown back by the water's force, into the wall, and knocked out. She could hear the female getting up behind her, and quickly spun around and created a veil of water in front of her. It didn't quite stop all the flames she spit, but succeeded in making them merely painful, rather than deadly. Now that she looked at it, the female Quilava was pretty big, a little larger than Valencia herself, not counting her tail, and a little chubby. Valencia involuntarily licked her lips, imagining herself devouring her.

The thoughts distracted her for a critical moment as the female sprinted at her, cloaked in fire, and pounced her. Valencia's distraction meant she reacted too late and was knocked down and singed by the flames. She suppressed a screech of pain and squirted a jet of water into her enemy's face, meanwhile putting her paws to her torso and kicking her off. The Quilava was launched off of her, and Valencia got up, pouncing in a wave of water atop her enemy, who was instantly knocked out by her attack.

Valencia's stomach rumbled and her heart raced with excitement as she got ready to wolf down the big, savory Quilava. She gripped her prey and opened her mouth wide, ready to give it a one-way ticket into her growling belly. She could clearly smell her prey's lovely scent, which promised a great flavour. She was almost at its head when she realised what she was doing and forced herself to stop with a pang of disappointment.

C'mon, she thought, closing her maw slightly, it's a Quilava, not food. I promised I'd never do that to anyone again.

And I didn't, said a voice inside her that felt like it came straight from her stomach, for six months. After all that time, I deserve a big, squirmy treat like this... She drooled a bit, right onto her prey.

No! She held herself back with an extraordinary exercise of will. I've eaten two pokémon too many already, I can't do this to someone again...

But she is Syndicate... She deserves it, and I'd be doing everyone a favour... Plus, she smells even better than those last two.

Well... Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, Valencia opened her mouth again and got ready to gorge herself, but managed to stop again. No, stop it! Not even a Syndicate member deserves to be digested alive. She tried to put herself off the idea by picturing what it might be like for someone in her stomach, but found it only made her more ravenous as she pictured the Quilava squirming inside her.

She had delayed for so long that her prey woke up. She looked with shock at the hungry Vaporeon on top of her, with her mouth wide open, and began to fight again, clumsily flailing her four limbs at Valencia. Unfortunately for her, a clumsy, dazed attempt at punching Valencia's face turned into a weak slap that put her front paw into Valencia's voracious maw.

A powerful, luscious, spicy flavour, enhanced by the slightly smoky odour of the Quilava, filled Valencia up and she rolled her eyes in delight, softly comping down on the arm. Even her coolest thoughts were overwhelmed, and she let herself be taken by her appetite, recognising she couldn't stop herself now with more joy than sorrow. She pulled her prey closer, letting the paw in her mouth reach her greedy, waiting throat and instantly began to swallow, murring happily at how much more of the delicious flavour she tasted.

Her prey's eyes widened in shock as her paw was being swallowed and pulled down to her final destination by Valencia's powerful oesophagus. It said something, but Valencia didn't listen, ravenous and overtaken by hungry instinct. The only thing that filled her mind was how much she coveted this big, struggling food to be inside her stomach. As Valencia swallowed more and more of her prey's paw, it struggled, trying to push back with the other three, even punching her. Valencia was vaguely aware of pain, but it, and the pain of her stretching throat were drowned out by desire and hunger.

She had reached her food's shoulders and opened her maw even wider to accommodate them and the head. It probably hurt, but the wonderful flavour and the feeling of the paw going deeper and deeper down her throat to her eagerly awaiting stomach drowned out the pain. There was a scream of fear in her mouth as she took a big gulp and her throat stretched even further to let her prey's head through. Its panicky struggles only encouraged Valencia's instincts, made her more ravenous, and spread its taste better in her greedy maw.

There was an explosion of joy in her belly when her prey's paw began to enter her stomach. She swallowed more and more over her torso as she felt the paw in her tummy feel around and splash about in her acids, and soon enough felt the pressure in her stomach mount as it pressed on the walls and stretched them. She made muffled sounds of pleasure and pain as her stomach stretched more and more. When the sphincter in her stomach opened wide to force her prey's head inside, there was simply no more room in her belly for the rapidly growing organ. The great pressure of her engorging stomach pressed inside her belly and began to make it grow.

Valencia rolled onto her back, needing the room for her tum as it became rounder and rounder. But she wasn't even half done yet, currently ingesting her prey's slightly pudgy belly. It seemed to think that just because Valencia had rolled onto her back, it might be able to escape its fate inside her round blue gut and intensified its struggles, its legs flailing pointlessly in the air. But Valencia continued to scoff her down, proceeding from the tasty, soft belly to the hips.

She was eating more slowly now, still ravenous, but with her belly filled up enormously by her struggling prey already, she could focus more on the flavour of its hind legs. She licked over every square centimetre of furry paws, gulping it down very slowly. Meanwhile she put a paw on top of her stomach and felt it bulge out ever more. Her food's panicky struggles inside her only made it easier as they helped stretch out her voracious belly with loud groaning noises.

She reached her prey's feet far too soon, her massively swollen stomach still hungry for more. Though she savoured the last bit, eventually she had to swallow them too. More satiated than she had been in ages, she lay on her back, murring in bliss as the final bulges of the Quilava's hind legs slowly sank to her incredibly full belly. Her huge stomach let out a happy gurgle as her prey was finally confined in there entirely, never to come out again, and a shiver of delight went through Valencia.

She just lay there for a while, taking in the incredibly good feeling of her stomach so gigantically stuffed. Her blue fur was tightly stretched over the gigantic round mound on top of her. The constant struggles within were clearly visible; bulges appearing, moving, and disappearing constantly. Noises came from within her all the time: loud groans, but also the muffled cries of her prey, and even the sound of her splashing around in Valencia's stomach juices.

The sounds of panic made her awaken from the blissful daze of post-feeding satisfaction. “Oh, I did it again,” she sighed, caught between disappointment, guilt, and pleasure. It was so easy to focus on the joy devouring the Quilava had brought her, but too much focus on that was exactly what had got her here. She blocked out all the delightful feelings coming from her stomach and tried to force herself to feel bad, imagining what the Quilava was going through and was going to go through. Another pokémon fallen victim to my appetite, and it's all my fault for being so greedy and voracious...

Suddenly, however, she realised the whimpers weren't all coming from inside her and with a shock she remembered the other Quilava. She looked to her side and saw him standing there, frozen in shock. He had obviously seen the entire thing, or at least enough to know exactly what she did. If Valencia had still been in her ravenous frenzy, she would probably have tried to eat him too, but it was all too obvious to her now the idea of that was ridiculous, and that she maybe even deserved whatever he was going to do. As it turned out, the moment she laid eyes on him, his expression changed from shock to terror, and Valencia felt a sharp pang of regret as she saw he was looking at her like she was a monster. He turned around and fled for his life.

Valencia felt panic rise in her. She had been spotted eating someone before, but it had just been a random, young Torchic and not much had come from it other than some rumours. But this was a different matter: this was an actual member of the Syndicate; he could be back in three minutes with reinforcements! She tried to get up as quickly as she could, and found it impossible with her stomach's great weight and girth on top of her. She took as deep a breath as she could with her stomach pressing on her lungs too, and put three paws to the ground, swinging the fourth over the big blue sphere to get up. She gasped as she felt her prey tumble around inside there, but had no time to enjoy it.

She set off as fast as she could and yelped in pain as she kicked her hyper-sensitive belly. It was now hanging under her, just a centimetre off the ground, its great weight pulling on her legs and spine. She started walking more slowly, having to push her dangling tummy away with her hind legs with every step even if she walked with them widely apart. After a few steps she managed to get into a good walking rhythm, her belly swaying from side to side just in time to dodge her hind legs. The way her prey moved and her acids sloshed inside there felt very good and quite funny and ticklish, but she couldn't enjoy it, terrified as she was.

What would the Syndicate do to her when they caught her? She knew the answer and dread nearly made her lose the rhythm and stumble. They would obviously cut her open. With her belly so sensitive and stretched, that would be a hundred times more agonising even than normal... She walked through the alleys, barely restraining her panic enough to stop kicking herself in the gut.

“There she is! I told you she ate her! Get the cannibal!” She looked behind her as a familiar voice shouted. On the other end of the long alley, a Quilava, a Scizor, and an Infernape were running towards her, thrice as fast as she could ever hope to be. Panicked and terrified, she increased her speed and kicked herself repeatedly. She turned a corner, horrified, and collided with a Jolteon.

“Mierda, will you look-” the Jolteon began, but then his eyes went wide. “Valencia? What are-”

“José!” Valencia begged, recognising the Jolteon and rambling in panic. “You have to help me, pleaseplease, they're after me!”

José nodded and held open the door he had apparently just come out when she bowled into him. They rushed inside, into a dark corridor, and a moment later Valencia heard the Syndicate run by. She sighed in relief and her stomach grumbled a bit. The squirms inside felt quite soothing.

“Gracias...” she gasped. “What luck I ran into you...”

She heard him walk on in the darkness and laugh a little. “Yeah, it's been, what, five years?”

Valencia nodded in the darkness. She recalled how she had been good friends with José ever since they were Eevees. They had both been adventurous, and left home together to see the world. After a while, however, they had gotten on each other's nerves and decided to split up for a while. That had turned out longer than either of them expected; she hadn't seen him since.

“Sorry for the darkness,” said José, “but I don't want anything cluing the Syndicate in that this place is inhabited. I've got light in the room ahead, though. Anyway, it's wonderful to see you again, you have to tell me all that happened to you.”

Valencia walked after him, her belly swinging below her. “Well, as I said when we parted, I was going to the-” suddenly she remembered her belly and realised with shock that José had probably not even seen it yet, as close up as they had been for that single moment in the light. She jumped back into the dark corridor as José turned on the light, revealing a small, messy room with a bed and a couch.

“'Lencia?” he queried, looking at the darkness. “You can come out, y'know, I'm the only one here.”

Her heart was racing in fear again, realising if José saw the size of her belly he'd never stop until he found out what was going on. “Uhhh,” she rambled, “I-uh- I'd rather stay here; I like the dark!”

José laughed, a little suspiciously. “Very funny. C'mon, get in here, I barely got a glimpse of you.”

Dread came over Valencia. It was bad enough that the Quilava had stared at her as if she was a monster; she couldn't bear the thought of José looking at her like that. “S-Sorry, I just realised I have to go! G-Gracias for helping me, but I can't stay!”

“Oh...” said José, half disappointed and half curious. “Well, I'll show you out then.”

“No!” she yelped. “Th-that's not necessary... Really, stay right where you are...”

José sighed. “'Lencia, stop this nonsense. You just don't want me to see you for some reason. I promise you, whatever it is, I won't laugh.”

It's not your laughter that scares me... Thought Valencia panicky. “I-I'd really rather stay here. N-nice weather, isn't it?”

“And I'd really rather see you. Look, I don't want to do this, but if you don't come out here, I'll just use Flash to light up that corridor.”

Valencia could see no way out: she was certainly far too slow to reach the door in time. “O-okay...” she mumbled and took a few small steps forward. She really wished the Quilava would stop struggling... José would see.

José's eyebrows shot up when she stepped into the light. “You've... Grown,” he said awkwardly.

Valencia, wide-eyed with panic, said: “N-nice weather we're having, isn't it?”

José was about to say something, but then Valencia felt the lovely feeling of a big squirm, and he jumped a little. “I-I saw something move in your belly!”

Valencia's heart sank. “Th-that's the eggs falling over each other. Nice to see you again, bye!” She tried to turn around rapidly and run, but she tripped over her own gut and fell on her side, her swollen belly very visible to José. She felt the continuing squirms and realised he was probably able to hear the gurgles and the muffled cries from inside.

“No, it's not...” he said quietly.

Valencia closed her eyes, feeling horrified. That José had to discover her secret... In hindsight, she'd much rather be caught by the Syndicate. Her friend would realise she was a cannibal who swallowed people down whole... She began to explain. “Okay... I'll tell you. It's- It's a little unusual, though... Please let me tell it all so you might understand...”

José nodded, still looking shocked.

“I... I ate a Quilava- well, swallowed it whole.” She quickly added: “A Syndicate Quilava.”

José looked flabbergasted as the Quilava demonstrated this by squirming rapidly. But even the lovely feeling of the squirms couldn't offset Valencia's horror at having to tell her friend this.

She rambled, trying to explain it in a way that didn't sound quite so horrible. “I-I didn't mean to- Well, in a way I guess I did- but I tried to stop myself- I-I was really, really hungry and she tried to catch me because the Syndicate is looking for me and I stopped her extorting a Vileplume- It's this bizarre talent I have- Discovered i-it when I was fleeing from an Exquisitor because I had liberated some of the Syndicate's slaves, a-and he followed me for three days and nights and I was starved beyond belief and when we fought he just looked so ta-tasty and before I knew it... I had swallowed him whole... A-and it happened again today- and-and...” She was crying by now, looking away from José as she couldn't bear see the horror on his face, the same horror she'd seen in the other Quilava.

Suddenly she felt a paw on her shoulders and she looked up in shock. José was sitting next to her, a kindly look on his face. “Hey,” he said gently. “Hey, 'Lencia, it's okay...”

“N-no it's not...” she cried. “I-I'm a monster...”

“Of course you're not,” he said gently, “I'll admit, it's really weird, but it's just a Syndicate member, and from the sound of it you didn't even want to eat her.”

“But I did want to!” yelled Valencia. “I did... It feels so good, even though I know it's wrong... I tried to stop myself, could have stopped myself, but I didn't... I gave in to my appetite...”

“It's oka-”

“It's not okay, she's being digested, don't you understand?!”

“I understand,” said José, looking only slightly shaken. “What I also understand is that the floor is a terrible place to lie on. C'mon, let's get you on the couch.”

Valencia, still crying, let herself be helped up and walked to the couch. There she found getting on it was no easy task. She stood parallel to it, holding her squirming belly with one front paw, and suddenly ran sideways. She bumped into the couch and flipped over, her paw guiding her belly along, and landed on her back with a heavy thud. She sank surprisingly deeply into the soft couch with her more than doubled weight. José sat down next to her head, and she looked up at him. With fewer tears blocking her vision, she could see he really was smiling and didn't look horrified at all any more.

“There, that's much more comfy. Now, listen to me, 'Lencia. I'll fully admit what you can do is weird, but it's just a Syndicate member. You basically did the world a favour, eating her. And-”

“So it's okay because two wrongs make a right?” asked Valencia humourlessly.

José shrugged. “I suppose it is, yeah. It may not be nice, but it's the truth.”

“I'm a cannibal,” said Valencia, beginning to tear up again, “a monster...”

“No, you're not! What you can do is weird, admittedly it would even be scary, if not for one thing.”

“What's that?”

“It's you who can do it. You're a very good person, Valencia, and I know you would never harm someone who wasn't Syndicate, whether or not you can swallow them whole.”

“But what if I did?” cried Valencia. All her worries and fears about her 'talent' were suddenly pouring out of her. “I've wanted to many times, José... Whenever I'm hungry, I start imagining devouring anyone I meet. I imagine their tastes, how they'd fill my stomach... Completely innocent and random people... What if I can't hold myself back one day? What if I give?”

José shrugged. “You'd never eat someone innocent, whether or not you have these cravings. But even if you did, you'd just spit them out.”

“But I can't... I tried that once, the last time I ate someone... But it hurt too much and I stopped it.”

José raised an eyebrow. “You managed to get them in, right? Then surely they can get out again.”

“But when I eat someone, I do it in a mad ravenous feeding frenzy... It hurts, but the joy of eating them and the hunger drown that out. But if I try to spit someone out, I don't have that.”

“So it would hurt. But can you honestly say that would hold you back from trying to save an innocent person?”

Valencia was quiet.

“Exactly my point. You're a good person, 'Lencia. The fact that you're this worried about it all shows that.”

Valencia tried to argue against that, but had to concede he had a point. “Well, maybe...” she said, drying her final tears.

José smiled. “See? Don't worry about it too much, 'Lencia.”

Valencia smiled, feeling a lot better now that she had finally told someone about all this. “Thanks...” she said. It was quiet for a moment, and her belly gurgled loudly. Suddenly her prey, which had been quieter for a while, struggled wildly. José looked at her round belly curiously and he softly put his paw on one of the bulges. A spark of delight shot through Valencia and she gasped.

José quickly retracted his paw. “Sorry. Does that hurt?”

“No,” she said, wishing he'd put his paw back. “Well, only a tiny bit. It mainly feels really nice. I think my bellyskin is way more sensitive like this because it's so stretched out.”

José smiled. “Is it okay if I touch it?”

Valencia felt her heart pound happily in anticipation. “Yeah, definitely. Go ahead.”

He put both paws on her belly and began petting it softly. “Mmm, that... That feels nice,” she sighed. “You may push a little harder, if you like... I'll tell you if you're too rough.”

He began rubbing and massaging her belly, and Valencia was filled with delight. Her belly gurgled loudly and her prey struggled furiously inside. She was murring happily.

José chuckled as he rubbed over the continually moving bulges. “This feels so funny. I can actually feel her struggling in there.” He looked at Valencia's face, concerned. “How does it feel? Having her struggle inside you?”

Valencia was lying with her eyes half closed and a blush on her face, filled with the wonderful feeling of José rubbing her tightly-stretched belly. “It... It feels good. Like an internal... Mmm... Massage, like the one you're giving me on the-” at that moment her belly gurgled loudly for a long time and Valencia could just feel her acids draining nutrients. She gasped and squirmed involuntarily with her legs. “Ouhouhoutside... Ohh...” Seeing José look at her questioningly she explained: “I think that gurgling sound is my stomach digesting her... It feels so good...”

José smiled. “There's much more of that sound now that I'm rubbing your belly, so it seems I'm helping you digest her.”

Valencia nodded and murred as his rubs continued. “Y-Yeah... You're doing that very well... You're really good at it...”

“Well,” José winked as he sat down on the other side of her belly. “I'd better not stop, then.”

“No... Please don't stop,” Valencia sighed with a big smile on her face, feeling him rub slowly in big circles all over her loudly gurgling belly, massaging her bulges.

“Hehe, hey, don't worry, it's kind of fun to rub your fat gut,” he said, sticking his tongue out.

Valencia laughed and jokingly tried to push him away with a hind paw. “Hey, I'm not fat, just very well filled up. If you want to see me fat, just continue rubbing. Once I'm done digesting this... Delicious Quilava, I'll really be fat. I swam at half the speed for weeks both previous times I ate someone, because of all the pudge they became.”

Valencia gasped with pleasure as José rubbed a particularly big bulge. “You've eaten two pokémon before?”

She nodded, smiling as she remembered them.

“Well, while I'm rubbing anyway, why don't you tell me all about them, and all the other adventures you've been through since we each went our own way?”

Valencia giggled. “Hehe, what's with all the sudden interest in my belly?”

José shrugged and laughed. “Hey, it's not every day you find out your friend can devour her enemies whole and turn into a little blue blimp.”

Valencia tried to scowl at the mischievous face peeping out just above her swollen stomach. “Hey, careful with the teasing, or you might just find yourself my enemy and meal,” she said, sticking her tongue out.

“You'd have to catch me first, and that's not going to be easy with this pretty blue sphere weighing you down.” He grinned wickedly, stopped rubbing, and started tickling her belly.

Valencia squirmed and laughed uncontrollably. “Hahahaha, pleaheaheahease don't! Ihihihihit's very sehehehensitive!”

He stopped and laughed. “Found your weak spot.”

Valencia gasped to get her breath back. “If you ever do that again, I really will eat you.”

He continued to rub, giggling and quickly soothing both Valencia's belly and her temper. “Hey, is it my imagination or is your gut getting softer, 'Lencia?” He asked, patting her belly softly.

Valencia touched her own belly and nodded. “No, it really is getting softer. It's because I'm-” she was interrupted by a loud gurgle that had her murring in delight. “...Digesting her... Mmmrrr...”

“I can hear that,” José chuckled. “Now, I want to hear all about how you found out about this strange talent of yours and also what it's like to eat someone.”

Valencia stuck out her tongue. “Again with all this interest in my belly.”

“Hey, you can't really show up with a big fat gut like that with a Quilava in it, still alive, and expect me not to be curious.”

Valencia giggled and then murred as he kneaded her tum in a very nice way. “Only joking, of course you're curious. And with how well you're helping me digest, telling you about my 'talent' is the least I can do. It all began in Villarrobledo...”

Valencia began to tell her story slowly, frequently interrupted when she paused to enjoy a particularly good gurgle. José continued to rub, soon resting his chin on her belly button while his paws were around her swollen, round stomach, hugging it while he continued the rubs. The way he kneaded and massaged her gut made Valencia feel incredibly good, combined with the frequent gurgles and her prey's continuing struggle to escape. She couldn't remember ever feeling this happy.

When she had finally told José all about her 'talent', her belly was far softer already, his chin and paws sinking into the soft pudge and the infrequent squirms much less visible. Then he began telling her all about his adventures, and she listened as attentively as she could, trying not to let the rubs to her softening tummy distract her too much. José had travelled for two more years after they had parted ways, wishing to see Valladolid like she had. But the more he travelled, the more he had found he just couldn't enjoy seeing the world if everywhere he looked he saw the Syndicate. Eventually he had decided to settle down in Matabuena and try to help liberate the city from them, with only limited success so far.

“But,” he said cautiously, rubbing his paws deep into her soft belly to still massage her busily working stomach, “I'm not alone. I've got friends, others who want to see the end of the Syndicate... If you like, I could introduce you to them.”

Valencia, despite her brain being quite drowsy from the sea of joy the rubs were giving her, picked up on his meaning instantly. “You mean stay here to help fight the Syndicate? I don't know...”

“No,” he said, “not unless you want to. But even if you want to travel on and leave Matabuena behind, it could be very useful. You've got the Syndicate looking for you, after all, and now that they know about your 'talent' they might intensify their search out of fear. It would be useful for you to have allies, even ones far away, and for us, it would also be great to have someone out there.”

Valencia wasn't as sure. On the one hand it did sound good, on the other hand it also sounded like it might be quite dangerous. “I don't know... I guess-” Suddenly her stomach let out a loud, protracted gurgling sound under José's caress, and Valencia moaned in delight as she felt her acids draw nutrients and her prey squirming weakly, deep in there. “Ohhh... Mrrr, that felt good...” But she wasn't off the hook yet as José still looked at her questioningly. “I... I think I need some more time to think about it before I can give you an answer.”

“That's alright, I understand it's a big decision. Take all the time you need.”

They continued to talk for a while as José pressed his paws deep into her soft gut, helping her stomach digest her prey and bringing Valencia much joy. Eventually, they fell silent as Valencia closed her eyes, a cheerful groaning and gurgling the only sound. She slowly drifted off into a blissful daze, which then turned into sleep.

–

Valencia woke up feeling invigorated, but heavy and warm. She yawned and looked about. She was still lying on José's couch, now a very fat Vaporeon. She felt a pang of pity for the digested Quilava as she looked down at her belly. It was much smaller than last night, but still gigantic and round, only there were no more bulges in it and her entire body had become very chubby. She rubbed her belly for a bit, feeling it was now very soft, feeling like a big, furry pudding. It would take a while to lose all that fat, she realised, thinking back to the day before.

She relived her scrumptious meal and the digestion, trying not to feel too sorry for the Quilava that was now a warm layer of pudge all over her body. But mainly she thought about José's offer. She was still thinking about it when she reached further down on her belly and felt a hard furry thing instead of her soft furry chub. She guffawed as she realised who was sleeping on her belly. Her laughter made her fat jiggle, and this woke up José. She felt him stir and mumble. “Buenos dias,” she chuckled.

She felt a weight she hadn't even realised was there lift off her, and José's sleepy face rose over the arc of her stomach. “Oh hello, Valencia,” he said with a grin, “I see you weren't kidding when you told me you'd be really fat once you digested that Quilava.”

Valencia blushed a little and tried not to laugh, but look indignant instead. “Hey, it's your fault, you know. Normally it takes me two days to fully digest someone; your rubs sped it up.”

“My fault?” he asked with a teasing poke at her belly button that made Valencia laugh. “Funny, I don't remember it was me who gobbled that Quilava down whole. Not that I'm complaining, mind you, you make a very nice pillow.”

Valencia laughed. “Oh, shut up and help me up.”

Once she was up, Valencia stretched a bit, since she'd been lying in the same position for hours. José had some breakfast, which Valencia obviously didn't need. Now that she could see more of her body, she sighed in embarrassment as she saw how much her hind legs and hips had fattened up. It wasn't exactly unexpected after eating a whole Quilava, but still. She turned her mind towards more important matters. “José?”

“Yeah?” he said, eating some bread.

“I've thought about your offer, and decided... But first of all, you won't tell anyone how I got this fat, right?”

José nodded. “It'll be our secret if you don't want me to.”

Valencia smiled, feeling relieved. “Thanks. I don't think many pokémon would take it as well as you did. I mean, I didn't take it as well as you did myself. Anyway, I've decided I'd like to meet your friends.”

José grinned broadly. “Great, I'll tell them-”

“After I've lost some weight,” she added with a pat to her rotund belly.

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It's been a while since Valencia ate anyone, so here are the previous stories:
Valencia's First Vore http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10294801/
Valencia's Snack in the City http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10339970/

And her next adventure: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/11941225/