“Y'know,” mumbled Isabella, downing her cup of wine fully, “you did a real good job losing weight, Val'. What kind of diet do you follow?”

Valencia choked on the sip of wine she'd been drinking herself, startled by her Luxray friend's words despite the fogginess in her mind.

“I mean,” she continued, slightly slurring her words together, “you look pretty normal now, but when José first introduced us, you were a total fatass, remember?”

Valencia, blushing deeply, did in fact remember it. The reason she had been so fat at the time was that only a few days before, she had swallowed a Quilava whole. Her friend José the Jolteon – the unofficial leader of a group of pokémon dedicated to removing the Syndicate from the city Matabuena – had introduced her to the others only a few days after that Quilava had become a thick layer of pudge. She really didn't like to be reminded of it because, fun though it was to eat her enemies, thinking back to it always left her feeling guilty and ashamed. Not to mention terrified of anyone finding out.

Isabella continued to talk, oblivious to Valencia's shame. “You were probably heavier than me only a few weeks ago, and I'm quite a bit bigger.”

Valencia looked up and down her Luxray friend and realised that was true: she was almost two heads bigger, with a strong, delicious-looking body that would fill Valencia's belly up more than it had ever been before if she ate her... She felt herself getting ready to pounce... Before realising she was in public, on an open terrace and people would surely notice.

Isabella talked on, oblivious to her friend's predatory instincts awakening. “I really thought José was joking when he introduced you as a traveller, you know. I mean, how would someone get that tubby while travelling around?”

Valencia was trying to think of a way to lure her prey into a more private place to gulp her down when she realised just what she was doing and because furious with herself. That's your friend, you gluttonous cannibal! She thought, horrified. But now her stomach was grumbling; she hadn't even realised she had become so hungry when she was liberating the Syndicate's slaves with Isabella... Apparently the alcohol she'd begun drinking to celebrate their victory had masked that hunger. Thoughtlessly, she asked the chubby Floatzel waiter for a refill and drank her cup empty quickly... But now that she was aware of her stomach's emptiness she really wanted to fill it with Isabella. In fact, it was getting harder to stop the voracious thoughts as she was getting drunker, she noticed.

Isabella was still talking obliviously. “...'Course, you impressed me quickly and I stopped judging you by your weight then... Especially once you lost so much of it...” She suddenly stared oddly at Valencia. “Why are you licking your lips like that?”

Valencia quickly changed her face to a smile and bit her tongue angrily. “J-just enjoying the wine.”

Isabella laughed drunkenly. “Good, I was almost worried you were the Swalot-Vaporeon of Salvatierra!”

Valencia's eyes widened in fear as she recalled her visit to Salvatierra. “Wh-what?”

“You know,” giggled Isabella, “there's this dumb rumour that there's a Vaporeon in Salvatierra who swallows pokémon whole like he's a Swalot.”

Valencia, still terrified at the accuracy of the rumour, at least was calmed down because Isabella seemed to think that Vaporeon was a 'he'. Ever since she had first discovered her 'talent' for eating pokémon, her greatest fear had been that it would become common knowledge. Well, maybe she was even more scared of being unable to control herself and devouring an innocent.

The strange thing was, the Syndicate knew about her 'talent' now. They had to, as one of them had witnessed her consuming her latest prey. Yet they hadn't spread the word about it. Valencia could only imagine that they were either scared of people not believing them, or simply didn't want to admit that it was possible for any of them to be defeated.

Valencia forced a laugh and tried to change the subject. “Speaking of rumours, did you hear Carlos the Mighty is coming to Matabuena?”

Now it was Isabella's turn to widen her eyes in terror. “What, the Syndicate's most dangerous Exquisitor, coming here? You don't think he's coming for... Us, do you?”

Valencia was glad to have put Isabella's mind on a different track, but still had to fight hard not to give in to her hunger. “I don't know,” she said, “all I know is, he's never failed to find his mark... His cunning, cruelty, and power are notorious throughout Valladolid...”

Isabella summoned the Floatzel waiter to refill her cup, looking quivery. “W-well, it could just be a rumour. And if-”

Valencia, who had been looking away from Isabella to try to calm down her appetite, suddenly spotted a Buizel and a Servine with the unmistakable arrogant swagger of Syndicate members making their way towards the terrace they were sitting on. “Mierda,” she said softly to try not to draw more attention, “it's the Syndicate! Scatter!”

The moment they got up, the Syndicate members attacked. Valencia dived down to dodge a bright green Energy Ball from the Servine, which instead hit their table and knocked it over. The plump Floatzel waiter dropped his tray in shock. Valencia sprinted away in a different direction than Isabella. In their drunk state, they were no match for these guys, and there was always the risk of reinforcements arriving. She bolted off the square into back streets and alleys, having a little difficulty running in a straight line.

She knew she should keep running, but her hunger really made her want to stop and turn around. She sighed: this happened every time she fought a Syndicate member when she was even slightly peckish, and she knew why too: the first three times she'd fought a member of the Syndicate, they had ended up inside her belly.

She looked behind her, but saw to her disappointment neither the Buizel nor the Servine was keeping up with her; the only one behind her was the Floatzel waiter, who had been running after her in terror. Her stomach gave a disappointed grunt as she slowly came to a halt in the dark, nocturnal alley. It seemed she wasn't going to get any prey inside her today after all...

And it was a good thing, she realised, trying not to mind her instincts. It was a cruel thing to do, eating someone, and the fact that she had even considered doing that to Isabella was-

Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice. “I-is this a safe place?” asked the tubby Floatzel.

She shrugged, feeling famished now. “I guess. I'm pretty sure we've lost those tasty-”

Her voice trailed away as she looked on the Floatzel. He was slightly larger than her and had a protruding potbelly. The odour of his fear filled the alley already, and suddenly he looked like the most delicious thing Valencia had ever seen in her life. She was aware she had begun walking towards him, a big, hungry grin on her face, and didn't even want to stop herself. He would taste so fantastically... She became more and more convinced of that with each breath she took smelling his promising scent.

But he is innocent... This isn't some cruel Syndicate member that basically deserved it, this is just an ordinary guy! With a titanic outpouring of will, Valencia managed to stop herself from advancing, still licking her lips and staring at him voraciously. Just an ordinary, delectable, filling guy...

Her prey said something to her she wasn't listening to and turned his back to her, walking away. Valencia's hunting instinct kicked in seeing his back, and it was the last drop; she couldn't hold back the tide of hunger and let herself pounce, feeling quite happy to let go. Everyone has done something nasty... He probably deserves it too, somehow.

He fell down as she pounced onto his back and she opened her maw impossibly widely, sending his short, stubby, but scrumptious hindlegs into her greedy throat instantly as she ate over his hips. She took a few huge swallows and rapidly sent more of her fantastically tasty prey down through her oesophagus. Before she knew it, her tongue was lapping greedily over her panicked prey's soft gut, feeling the squirming of legs and tails deep in her throat. She was ravenous beyond belief, hunger and the taste of fat, squirmy prey the only things in her mind.

There was an electrifying feeling of pleasure in her belly as his legs entered her stomach and quickly started stretching it out. Very soon that pleasure was doubled as her overfull belly began to stretch along with her stomach, rapidly bulging out as she continued to swallow. She had eaten most of her prey already, and he was now trying in vain to push her away, clearly unaware that anyone who begun to enter her voracious maw never came out again.

Her belly was getting bigger and rounder underneath her, soon making her prey's own potbelly look small and forcing her to stand up on her hind legs. She lay down on her side so she didn't have to bear the increasing weight. Her food had no choice but to give up his attempts to resist the predatory Vaporeon now, and instead opted to look into her eyes, terrified, in the hope of some sympathy. But his terror only encouraged Valencia, though she slowed down a little to enjoy his flavour to the fullest while her tummy was already well filled.

Her food was screaming for help as his head too was pulled into the round Vaporeon. She swallowed him and sighed happily as she felt the last part of him sink into her gurgly stomach. He was fully enclosed soon, safely stored inside her for her digestion to turn him to nutrients and pudge... Valencia panted with joy as he squirmed, bulges dancing over the huge blue ball lying next to her.

“Ohhh...” she moaned, softly subbing over some of the bulges as lovely gurgly noises came from within. “That tasted so good...”

But then a panicky horror began to dispel her happiness. “D-did I just-” she squeaked in terror as she prodded her gut, barely able to believe what she'd done. “No... No!” She could hear the Floatzel's voice cry out in terror inside her stomach, hear him splashing around in her acids as her digestive system worked hard to digest him. All these things that were normally so much fun were now terrible. “Madre de dios, no... I can't have eaten him!”

But her swollen gut told the truth. “Sorry, sorry,” she said to it, even more panicked than her prey inside. “I'm getting you out of there, hang on!”

She stuck a finger in her throat and gagged; it took a few tries before it worked, but then she felt her stretched stomach contract and her prey getting pushed back up. A splitting pain went through her and she screeched involuntarily and swallowed again, patting her belly to get it to settle down again. “Mierda!” she cursed. Stretching her oesophagus enough to let him through was far too painful when she wasn't ravenous...

Maybe it wasn't so bad. She didn't even know the Floatzel after all, and he had been really great food. No-one had seen her eat him... She could just go to José's place, where she slept on the couch, and claim she had eaten a member of the Syndicate. He wouldn't mind, he would probably rub her belly for her... She purred at the thought. She got up, swinging a leg over her gut and ignoring the frantic struggles inside as she stood, letting the great weight of the Floatzel hang from her spine. She licked her lips, feeling much better: it wouldn't matter that she'd eaten an innocent; no-one would ever know.

Except... She looked down at her squirming abdomen sorrowfully, licking her lips as it emitted a loud gurgle. She'd know. She'd have to live with herself knowing she'd eaten an innocent pokémon, knowing that in her heart she was every bit the monstrous cannibal she'd considered herself to be when she had first discovered her 'talent'. A conversation with José echoed through her mind:

“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.”

Valencia felt deeply ashamed of herself. If she didn't spit out the Floatzel, she was no better than her enemies. So what if it hurt, it would hurt far more for him if she digested him! She stuck her finger inside her throat resolutely, and clenched her teeth in pain as her oesophagus stretched. Her eyes teared and she desperately wanted to swallow him back down and end the pain, but she forced herself to continue. To help her stomach contract and push her prey out, she lifted her legs off the floor and rested only on the blue bulge beneath her. She winced in agony as her stretched belly had to keep her up, but it sped things up notably.

She had to unclench her teeth and open her mouth to spit the Floatzel out, and instead she squeezed her eyes shut strongly. The pain was nearly unbearable... But after a time period she couldn't even guess at, her belly was flat again at last, the Floatzel's hind legs the last thing liberated from her caustic insides. Her hunger returned instantly and her stomach growled in disappointment, and it took tremendous force of will not to just swallow the tasty weasel back down again. She had to promise herself she'd hunt down and eat some member of the Syndicate, fill herself up again...

At last, Floatzel's feet emerged from her throat and the pain finally ended. She opened her eyes and saw the delicious creature lying in front of her, horrified and covered in liquid, but otherwise apparently unharmed. Her appetite flared up again, but he just stared at her, frozen in shock. “Run!” she whispered to him as she barely held herself back. “Run before I eat you again.”

Her hunting instinct returned as he ran away, but fortunately she noticed there was someone else in the alley and turned her attention to him. The Syndicate Buizel who had chased her and Isabella from the terrace was there, looking shocked. She grinned at his excellent timing.

“So,” he said, “the things they told me about you were true! I didn't believe it was possible!”

Valencia nodded, licking her lips. “Oh yes, they are true. Let me prove it.”

She didn't even try to stop herself, throwing herself into a rapacious pounce with her maw wide open. Her prey clearly wasn't expecting that so suddenly and only counterattacked weakly before he was knocked to the ground, looking up into Valencia's gluttonous, wide-open mouth for a moment. Her tongue was like a red carpet lain out to welcome him into the deep, dark tunnel of her gullet. It was his final view, as he was shoved deep into her murky, undulating throat a moment later and never saw anything but the near blackness of her insides afterwards.

Valencia murred as she found he tasted very similar to the Floatzel. She swallowed him greedily, feeling him wiggle and struggle as he sank closer and closer to the rumbling sounds emanating from her far too flat belly. At last his head entered the stretchable bag of acids within her, but right as she started murring at the sensation of him stretching it out, she realised why this prey was inferior to her last one after all: he was smaller. At three-quarters of Valencia's own length, she was already eating her prey's hips while her belly hadn't even begun to grow yet.

At that moment there was an impact that might've been painful if she wasn't so distracted with devouring her panicking prey. Someone talked angrily and she reluctantly opened her eyes. She saw the Servine she'd seen earlier looking angry, but the only thought she had at seeing it was: More food! And food goes into my belly!

She bolted up, her food's legs still dangling outside her maw, and pounced this other delicacy, but it darted away quickly. The pain as she was hit in the thigh by an Energy Ball was too great even for the feeding frenzy to drown out. She was surprised to find herself having enough cool thought left to get her to lie down and prevent to be beaten by it. She took a big gulp though, finally sending her prey's hips down the hatch as well. Her bellyskin finally couldn't hold back the pressure of the engorging stomach inside and began to bulge out with a familiar, but wonderful feeling.

Her second course hurriedly grabbed the tails of her first with its own short arms and tried to return it from its inevitable journey into the digestive system of the extremely carnivorous Vaporeon. Valencia swallowed again, thoroughly loving this odd tug of war she was bound to win, and felt her tum grow from a slight potbelly to the size and shape of a basketball as more food came in. Her swallows pulled her first prey's legs fully into her mouth and forced her next course very close to her. With his lower body against her swelling gut and his facre right in front of hers, he felt the Buizel squirm and saw there was no doubt about the fact that she was going to gobble him up too. He quivered in fear and wisely reconsidered saving the Buizel, letting go of its tails.

Unfortunately for him, the Buizel didn't agree and kept its tails tightly wrapped around his arms. He looked in horror at his arms as they were already being pulled into her gaping, awaiting maw and began struggling with rising panic to escape. Valencia almost enjoyed her prey's panic as he realised he too was doomed to stuff her belly and be digested up more than the growing of said belly. She lapped over his arms as they were drawn deeper to the back of her mouth by her slow, lazy swallows. With her belly already well filled up and bulged out by her first meal, she had some more fun with this one. His mounting terror suddenly turned to hope as he managed to liberate his left arm and pull it out of her mouth, but it was too late for him: his right arm had reached the point of no return and she trapped it inside her with her next swallow.

Her food pleaded with her as she opened wide to eat his head, lapping over it as she drew him in more and more, but she didn't even listen. She was too busy focussing on his flavour and didn't care anyway; nothing he could say would make her not want to eat him. She felt his pointy snout reach her throat, and she took a big swallow, stuffing his entire head into her tight oesophagus, purring as her belly grew even further. To her delight, she found out the serpentine food had no shoulders to speak of, so she didn't even have to open her maw any further and could just lazily draw him in bit by bit, like a long, thick strand of squirming spaghetti.

Lying on her back, with her belly's increasing weight pressing down on her, she ate him as slow as she could. She enjoyed every moment of his serpentine body sliding slowly through her mouth, spreading his taste with his constant wiggles, down through her dark gullet and her long, pulsating oesophagus, through the sphincter into her gigantic stomach, where the Buizel was already curled up tightly, struggling to somehow get back out and splashing around in her acids. Their desperate struggles only brought pleasure to Valencia as they massaged her tightly-stretched belly and helped it grow. The slow feeding made for the best meal Valencia had ever had; normally she wolfed the first half of her prey down so quickly she didn't enjoy it to its fullest.

But even to this savoured meal had to come an end. Eventually, she had simply ingested all there was of her prey, and his tail finally disappeared down her gullet forever too. Its wiggles all the way down to her stomach tickled delightfully. Valencia looked down as she felt her preys finally shut in. Her belly was gargantuan, protruding highly up. It was the fullest she'd ever been. On their own, her two meals were smaller than all her previous live prey, but together...

She gently patted her tum, immediately feeling it was even more sensitive than normal. “Ohhh... Such a good meal...”

But then she heard a voice cry out: “What the hell was that?!”

Snapped out of her reverie, she saw Isabella was in the alley now, looking at her somewhere between anger and fear. Can't I eat anyone without someone walking in on me? She thought. “I-Isabella,” she stuttered, trying to get up and failing. “I-I can expla-”

“How did you-” started Isabella. “Why did- Who- Where-” she took a breath. “You ate that Servine!”

“Yes,” squeaked Valencia, managing to sit up, “B-but it was Syndicate, and I-I was really hungry and-”

“So you ate it? What's going to happen to it now?!”

Valencia didn't dare lie, Isabella looked so livid. “D-digested...” she said in a small voice.

Isabella looked disgusted. “And it's still alive in there, I can see it moving around! How can you do that to anyone, even Syndicate?!” Sudden understanding dawned on her. “You're the Swalot-Vaporeon of Salvatierra! You ate pokémon there, and now you've come here to do the same thing! And...” she looked even more scared now. “When you were licking your lips earlier, you were thinking of doing that to me, weren't you?!”

“Y-yes, but-”

“No buts, Valencia, you're a cannibal! You eat pokémon! Get on your feet.”

Valencia felt incredibly rotten by Isabella's anger. She wanted to explain, but Isabella hauled her to her feet and pain from her belly shot through her.

“I said get up! Follow me, I'm going to expose you to the others!”

Isabella telling everyone else what she could do, especially in her current furious state, was the last thing Valencia wanted. But she had no choice. She tried to move, but her hindlegs barely reach the ground, so big was her belly. She pressed on the squirming bulges with all four paws. She had to press hard and it hurt, but there was a loud groan and the preys shifted places inside her, now side by side so her belly was broader but protruded less. Her hindlegs could reach the ground more properly now, though she still couldn't quite lift herself up enough. She started walking, having to slightly drag her belly even though she tried to suck it in.

Isabella marched her through town wordlessly. Valencia hoped she'd calm down a little and let her explain. “Look, it's-”

“Quiet,” snapped Isabella.

The pain of Isabella's reaction was way less bearable than the way her stomach ground over the ground or the looks others gave her. She noticed what direction they were going and asked with some hope: “Are we going to José?”

“No,” snapped Isabella. “I'm going to expose you to as many of us as I can, so I'm taking you to the headquarters, cannibal.”

Valencia shuddered at her hard, cold fury and felt horrible. In a way, she felt as if Isabella was right about her. She hadn't even tried to stop herself from eating either of the pokémon now inside her, instead fully throwing herself into it and enjoying it. She walked silently after Isabella until eventually they came across Simon, a Blaziken who was also fighting the Syndicate.

“Buenas noches,” he greeted them, but then his eyes went wide. “What happened to you, Valencia?!”

Valencia didn't dare look at him. “A-ate someone... Syndicate.”

Isabella angrily explained more. “I saw her swallow a Servine whole and alive, and now she's digesting it! I'm taking her to expose her to the others.”

“But that's-” began Simon, but there was a loud bang. “Syndicate, run!” he yelled.

He and Isabella sprinted away as a group of powerful pokémon attacked them. Valencia could only waddle slowly, so she turned around a corner into a backstreet, hoping to hide. Most of the pokémon ran after Isabella and Simon, but two of them, a Quilava and a Furret, followed her.

“I've finally got you, cannibal!” yelled the Quilava. Valencia recognised him; he had seen her eat her last prey, another Quilava. She stopped and turned around; there was no way she could outrun these two.

She put on her most predatory look, leering at the two evilly and licking her lips. “Actually, I got you... I've been dying for the taste of Quilava ever since I devoured that other one.”

Quilava looked very scared and stumbled back a step. “Then it's true?” asked the Furret. “You really eat pokémon?”

Valencia nodded. “Oh yes, I do. Swallow them whole and let my stomach digest them while they still live. And now, it's time for dessert.”

They looked terrified. “Th-that's impossible,” stammered the Quilava. “You've already eaten someone... You can't still be hungry...”

Valencia started walking towards them, licking her lips. “But I am! You'll see just how hungry I still am when I show you the inside of my stomach. And then, you'll get to find out how it felt for that other Quilava when I digested her away...”

Quilava and Furret exchanged one look and sprinted away. Valencia laughed, but got a move on instantly; there'd probably be reinforcements very soon. José's house was close by, so she made for it quickly.

She entered the barely noticeable door and walked through the dark corridor. “José? It's me, Valencia!” she said so he wouldn't startle.

As she emerged into the lit room, she saw he was sitting on the couch. His eyes went big and he laughed when he saw her. “Well, well, looks like you've had a big meal.” But, seeing the look on her face, he looked concerned. “Hey, 'Lencia, what's wrong?”

Very tired of dragging her belly along the floor, she sat down on the edge of the bed, the nearest thing. She wasn't sure where to begin, so she started at the beginning. “I ate someone again...” she said.

“Funny, I'd gotten that far myself. Did it taste good?”

“No, I ate an innocent person... Not Syndicate, just some Floatzel waiter.”

José's face turned grave, and she quickly added: “I-I spat him out afterwards, he's not in there any more.”

José looked relieved and sat down next to her. “Good. So he's alright now?”

“Y-yeah, but I still ate him... I couldn't hold back my hunger and ate an innocent person, just like I always feared.”

José nodded. “True, but you spat him out again, even though it must've hurt.”

Valencia sighed and looked down. “Yeah, I guess.”

José gently grabbed her head and turned it to look at him. He was smiling kindly. “Don't worry about it, 'Lencia. You spat him out, just like I said you would if you ever slipped up. You should be glad about that, since you now know that even if that happens again, you can always let someone out. I'm proud of you.”

Valencia blushed and smiled too, feeling a lot better. “I guess you're right. Must've been terrible for him, though.”

“I don't know,” giggled José with a playful poke at her belly button. “It looks kind of cozy in there. Who's that inside your tummy anyway?”

Valencia too giggled at the poke. “A Buizel and a Servine, both Syndicate.”

José laughed and began petting some bulges, making Valencia feel really good. “Two? Wow, you've outdone yourself, 'Lencia. I knew you had a big appetite, but scoffing down two pokémon?”

Valencia blushed deeply and tried to explain. “Well, the Servine found me eating the Buizel and tried to get it out, but I was so ravenous, and it was getting pulled in, and well...” she indicated the swollen belly in front of her with a sheepish laugh. But then she recalled what had happened next and felt horrible right away. “But... Isabella saw me eat it... She was furious and called me a cannibal... She was going to expose me to everyone...” She told José about how they had become separated and how angry Isabella had been, and found herself crying slightly by the end.

“Hey,” he said, trying to soothe her, “I'm sure she was just shocked.”

“S-she hates me,” cried Valencia, “she thinks I'm a monster...”

“'Lencia, she was just startled. That's not exactly a usual thing you can do. Honestly, when you first came in here with a gut full of Quilava, I felt horrified myself. But it was just shock, you know. I quickly got over it because you explained and because you were so torn up. I think Isabella just needs some time to get over the shock and the full story too.”

“You think so?”

He nodded. “So that's what we're going to do: we'll tell everyone the whole story, just like you told me. I'll help you and vouch for you. They'll come around, you'll see.”

Valencia was filled with gratitude and hugged José tightly. “Thank you... Thank you.”

José chuckled nervously and managed to get loose from her grasp, a slight blush on his furry cheeks. “It'll be alright. Most of them will be okay with it, and the others will be able to tolerate it.”

Valencia nodded gladly. José really had made her feel much better.

“Anyway, that's for tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” she asked, not understanding.

“Well, it's late and you're in no condition to walk anyway. You need to rest and digest for now.”

Valencia nodded.

“And don't worry,” he smiled, “it's bad for the digestion.”

Valencia poked her belly. “Huh, I guess you're right. They've been inside for a while but haven't gotten any softer yet.”

“See? It's all this worrying. Relax, it's better for the digestion.”

Valencia's heart beat faster as she expected belly rubs... But José didn't give any. “You know...” she began, “there's something else that's really good for my digestion...”

José feigned ignorance. “What's that?”

“Don't be silly, you know what it is.”

“A glass of red wine?” he asked.

Valencia turned her belly towards him slightly and patted it. “I've already had enough of those, but you know I didn't mean that,” she giggled.

“I don't know,” he said coyly, “would it have something to do with that greedy gut of yours?”

She nodded and grinned.

“Do I... Give it encouragements? Go on, Valencia's stomach, you can do it!”

Valencia laughed and gave him a push. “Stop it, you know perfectly well you can help my stomach knead my food by rubbing it.”

“Oh...” he said, putting his paws on her bulges and starting to rub. “Like this you mean?”

“Mmmrrr...” Valencia sighed with joy as a loud gurgle sounded. “Yeah... Ahh, you're so good at this...”

“Well, why didn't you tell me you wanted me to rub that pretty belly right away?”

Valencia laughed and gave him a push. “Quit being silly, you know it's not pretty, it's all big and round and filled up.”

José winked and blushed and rubbed a bit harder. “Indeed it is. And it also looks very pretty and cute on you. So I say it's a pretty belly.”

Valencia blushed, flattered, and murred as her stomach really got to work now. She lay down, her belly huge above her, and she hoped José really meant what he said. Her great weight made her sink quite deep into the bed, especially with José sitting close to her.

There were lots of struggles inside her, and they only seemed to get more. Valencia was left breathless as her bulges danced and José massaged them, making her stomach gurgle frequently. Between gurgles, she could hear voices come from within her. Suddenly she belched loudly. “Sorry,” she giggled.

“No problem,” said José, pressing his ear against her stomach, “I wonder what's going on in there.”

She raised an eyebrow curiously. “What do you- gahhh...” She gasped in delight as her belly gurgled. “He... Hear?”

José laughed. “Aside from a lot of digestive noises? Sounds like they're fighting in there.” He patted her belly. “Gentlemen, you can't fight in there, it's the digestion room.”

Valencia moaned happily as, with a loud glorp, her preys managed to switch places. “Le... Let them...” she sighed. “I think... They're fighting over whose fault it is they're in there... The Buizel puhuhullled... Mmmrrr... The Servine into my gullet, and the Servine tried to let the Buizel go and save himself... Besides, the mohohore struggles... The better...”

“The struggles feel that good?” asked José, continuing the rubs.

Valencia nodded and squirmed with her legs involuntarily as she felt nutrients being drawn by a loud gurgle. “Very good... And I think they... hehehelp me digest them... Think it helps spread my acids...”

After a few more minutes, the squirms stopped being so intense, to Valencia's disappointment. She felt a tickling feeling as José was messing about with her navel and brushing the fur around it. “What are you doing to my belly button?” she laughed. “That tickles!”

“Just cleaning it a bit, it's-” He stopped talking for a moment as her stomach interrupted with a loud “Gluuurll...” that made Valencia inattentive and drowned out his voice anyway. “-you've got sand in there. You really shouldn't have dragged that cute belly button over the ground, you know.”

“It's not my fault,” she giggled, “I had to suck my belly in to move at all, I couldn't keep it off the ground.”

“Not your fault? Funny, I thought the reason you were so ridiculously fat is that you let your colossal appetite go.”

Valencia blushed deeply, though she already was blushing a lot at the feeling of José's paws rubbing all over the giant arc of her gut. “Maybe... But you know I'm not fat, just very... Mmm... Well filled up.”

José stuck out his tongue and gave her belly button a poke. “Your belly is colossal and you weigh more than a Donphan. It's just semantics. Especially because your 'filling' is only hours away from becoming pudge anyway.”

There was a lot of struggling inside her at this, and Valencia jokingly tried to push José away. “It's more than just semantics; if I was fat they wouldn't be squirming so much, and my belly would be very soft... And I wouldn't just be round down there, but everywhere.”

“Either way,” teased José, “the reason you resemble a globe so much is that you're a total glutton.”

“I'm not!”

“You ate two whole pokémon,” he said slyly.

“That's because they were really delicious.”

“Told you,” he laughed. “You're a big, greedy glutton, gobbling down a Servine when there was already a Buizel in there.”

Valencia rolled over, onto her belly and onto José. He was pressed deep into the soft bed by her weight and they felt her meal struggle in between them. “Maybe I am a big, greedy glutton,” she said, trying her best to look hungry when she was feeling amazingly sated and happy. “Fortunately, this belly isn't just good at digesting prey, but also at pinning it down.”

His squirms underneath her felt almost as good at the rubs. “Can't get out,” he laughed, playing along. “Madre de dios, you're heavy! Am I going to find my end being digested inside your fat gut too?”

She gave his cheek a lick, noticing he tasted delicious. “Yes, you are, you tasty Jolteon.” She opened her maw wide.

“Oh no! Farewell cruel world, I'm Vaporeon-chow. I guess this is the final view your meals get!” He squirmed more underneath her.

“Yep,” she gave him another lick, murring at his flavour. “Get ready to make my gut even bigger unless you can give me one good reason why I shouldn't eat you.”

“Hmmm...” he pretended to think about it. “Well, you need me to rub your belly.”

She laughed and gave him another lick. “I can rub my own belly too.”

“Not like I can,” he winked. “Besides, I bet your can barely reach more than a quarter of a paunch that big.”

Valencia would've played along a bit longer, but it wasn't that comfy a position and she really did want his rubs. She rolled off of him, her prey tumbling around and her acids sloshing and got back on her back. She patted her gut impatiently. “Alright, I won't eat you for now. Better get to rubbing, though, or I'll change my mind. And if you stop or are cheeky again, you'll get to rub the inside instead...”

José sat up and rested his head on her belly button, and started kneading and massaging her slightly softened tum slowly. It immediately prompted another loud, happy gurgle. “Of course, your voraciousness. How is that?”

Valencia had been moaning in pleasure. “Ohhh... Really, really good... You're... You're helping me digest them very well...”

“And you need the help, with a gut this size. You've got to have the most insatiable stomach in all of Valladolid.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Careful with the teasing, or your nutritional value will overtake the vahahalue... Mmmr... Of these wonderful belly rubs.”

“I'm sorry, your greediness. Please don't eat me too.”

Valencia stuck out her tongue. “I can't promise anything to someone so tasty.”

José rubbed and felt around her belly for a while. At some point, he began giving certain bulges a push, which hurt a bit to Valencia. Before she could ask what he was doing, he managed to push the two preys around each other inside her, with a big 'splorch'. She giggled and then murred as her food squirmed angrily, their positions in her stomach changed. “That tickled!”

José laughed too. “That's really funny, I bet I couldn't do that with just one pokémon packed in there. An advantage of your gluttony.” He began to press on her belly to do it again.

“Don't do that too much,” warned Valencia, “it hurts when you press on my bulges that hard.”

José quit it and rubbed normally. “Sorry.”

Valencia smiled. “Hey, don't worry, you can do that every now and then to rock the boat and get them to squirm. Just not too often; if you do, I'll soon have three pokémon gurgling away in there.”

A happy silence fell for a while, except for the loud digestive noises and frequent murring. The rubs really sped up her stomach's job a lot, as her belly had shrunk notably and was much softer and less bulgy. Even so, there were occasional squirms deep within her. Valencia was reclining with her eyes shut in bliss, barely a thought but how well José made her feel.

After a long time, José spoke up. “What's it like to digest someone? I mean, it obviously feels good, but what's it like?”

Valencia opened her eyes a little, looking down at him with affection as his rubs still brought her pleasure. “Such interest in my belly again. You're not jealous, are you?”

He winked. “A little, perhaps. I did try to eat a Syndicate member the other day when I was hungry... But it just felt ridiculous, and I couldn't even open my mouth wide enough.”

Valencia chuckled drowsily. “It's probably because the first time I ate someone, I wasn't hungry, but starving. I had run for three days and nights without food and was famished enough to see anything at food, even a Weavile. And after that, I've seen other pokémon as food in a way, so now I don't need to get nearly as hungry for it... By the way, it's usually not much fun to think of others as food, so think carefully before you try it.”

“I see...” he pondered.

Valencia's gut gurgled loudly and that brought her mind back to José's original question. “Anyway, digesting someone is... Remember what you felt like after eating the biggest, most delicious meal in your life, and now imagine that times a hundred.”

“Sounds a little painful.”

“In a way, it is... But it mainly feels good... I feel fuller than you can imagine, as if I'll never need to eat again. I can feel how stretched out and sensitive my stomach is... Feel it contract, and churn and knead my prey... I makes them struggle, and every movement is like a massage to my insides, and I can feel them help my tummy spread out my acids...” There was a loud gurgle that left Valencia gasping for air and blushing brightly.

“And those?” asked José softly.

“Tho... Those are... Indescribable. Like my belly is filled with pure happiness. I can actually feel the gurgles drawing nutrients from my prey... Which feels strange, but lovely. A little like when you're eating something delicious and keep it in your mouth for a while to suck on it and you get way more flavour... Like that, but in my belly. And I feel them slowly becoming pudge... I feel their struggles getting less and less frequent and vigorous and deeper in my belly. I feel this pleasant, lazy warmth spread out from there and make me feel heavy, a bit like falling asleep...”

She murred a little and looked at José. She giggled as she noticed he had fallen asleep, lying on his side curled up. His head and front paws still rested on her soft belly, and he played with it a little in his sleep, which felt good to Valencia too. His peacefully sleeping face was blushing and he was licking his lips, so Valencia could easily guess what he was dreaming about.

“Have a nice meal, amígo mío,” she laughed, hoping it felt just as good in his dreams as in reality. She closed her eyes again, letting her stomach gurgle on its own, except for the occasional rubs José kept giving.

–

Valencia woke up because she felt too warm. She was lying in a bed, under a blanket with a huge bulge in it. She blushed realising it was José's bed she was lying in and removed the blanket to cool down. Underneath was a giant, fat blue gut. She propped herself up to a seated position and found she was clearly done digesting.

José walked into the room with breakfast and she nervously pulled the blanket back on her paunch, feeling a little ashamed. “Morning, 'Lencia.”

“Good morning,” she replied.

“I got up early from that soft pillow you've got there to get some breakfast; I was really hungry after the dreams I had...”

Valencia sighed as she remembered the pokémon her pudge had been only last night, feeling sad and guilty.

“Hey, are you okay?” asked José.

“I guess...” said Valencia. “Just wishing I hadn't eaten those pokémon... Or at least kept to the Buizel, the Servine didn't need to be eaten too.”

José sat down next to her and gave her shoulder a friendly rub. “Maybe you didn't have to eat it,” he said kindly. “But I'm kind of glad you did.”

Valencia rolled her eyes. “Why, because it gave you a bigger belly to rub?”

“No,” said José, “because it was a Syndicate member, and the only thing they're good for is feeding you. You've saved every one of its future victims by eating it; and that could very well include friends of ours, or even you or me.”

“Maybe. It still didn't deserve to be digested alive...”

“It deserved to be digested more than any of us deserves to be killed by the Syndicate,” said José coldly. “Especially with Carlos the mighty coming here, we will need every advantage we can get, including your voracious tum.”

Valencia smiled a little. The way José could be so merciless towards their enemies scared her sometimes, but right now it felt good to hear these things. She let the blanket fall off her belly. “I suppose you're right. I just wish I couldn't eat pokémon. No, actually, I love eating them, but I wish I didn't digest- No, I wish digesting them didn't, well, kill them.”

José chuckled. “What do you mean, having them turn into living fat?”

Valencia giggled too. “I don't think that's how I-”

José grabbed her belly with his front paws, one on each of the two big fat rolls that constituted it. “Help, I'm a tasty Syndicate pokémon!” he said, moving the two fat rolls up and down like a mouth. “At least, I was before this fatso ate me, now I'm her belly!”

Valencia laughed and pushed him away. “Hey, don't call me fatso, it's just a little post-meal chub.”

“A little?” laughed José, poking her belly button. “I don't think I've ever seen someone as... Well-rounded as you. Anyway, if I can't call you fatso, what can I call you? Fatass? Butterball? Piggy?”

Valencia looked at him evilly and licked her lips. “Only if I can call you breakfast.”

He stuck out his tongue. “As if you could catch me while this plump.”

“That's it!” she tried to grab him, but he'd already jumped off the bed. She did the same, a little unsteady from her great weight. “Call me fat? You'll add to it now!”

She pounced for José, but with his kind's great speed he darted away into the corner with the couch. “Told you you can't catch me. But feel free to try, it'll help make you thinner again!”

“No it won't,” laughed Valencia as she ran for him, “because by the end I'll have a cheeky Jolteon turning into more fat.”

Stuck in the corner with the couch in the way of his route of escape, José leapt onto its back. “First you'll have to drag that gut up here, chubby.”

Valencia put her front paws on the couch and wished she wasn't so heavy she needed both of them to prop herself up. “I only need to catch you with my mouth, my tasty food!” She pressed as close to the couch as she could and tried to reach him with her maw, stretching her neck to try and catch him and getting closer.

He leapt over her, running before she had a chance to catch him and scurried under the bed. “Come get me then, thunderthighs!”

Glad she wouldn't have to climb up, Valencia turned around and dived after him, only to find with a sharp shock her midsection was impossible to fit under there and José had already got out the other side. Her head and front paws under the bed, she suddenly felt a slap on her bum and blushed brightly. “Hey, you're fat on this side too!”

José was obviously way too fast to catch, so Valencia pretended she couldn't get out from under the bed. “Quit that and help me out, I'm stuck!”

José bellowed with laugher. “Should've thought of that before gorging yourself.” But she did feel his paws reach down under the bed and grab her shoulders to pull her out.

Valencia sprang into action and got out from under the bed, seizing José's paws and throwing him over, then jumping on top of him and pinning him down on his back. “Got you!”

He tried to escape, but now her great weight was an advantage to her. “Oh no, don't eat me!”

Valencia laughed evilly and licked him. “Of course I will eat you, tasty, you asked for it by teasing me.”

José giggled and tried to look scared. “Please, no, I'll make it up to you!”

“Too late for that now, you can make it up to me by squirming a lot while I digest you. Take a good look around, because it's the last thing you'll see other than my insides!” She opened her maw wide. “Any last words before I devour you?”

José tried to escape from under her as he looked into her approaching throat. “It still looks soft and comfy in there, but if you add me to your copious collection of pudge, you'll be too fat to move.”

Valencia continued pretending until most of his snout was inside her maw and he actually began to look a little worried. Then she pulled back, closed her mouth, and gave him a lick. “Hmm, I guess you're right. I suppose I won't eat you for now, then, but save you for later. Still, you need to be punished...” she got up, took a step forward, and sat down on his chest, his head disappearing in the softness of her ample stomach.

José squirmed under her and said things that were entirely muffled by her fat. Finally, she lifted up her belly. “Had enough yet?”

“Still can't breathe,” he croaked, “too heavy.”

“Sorry,” she giggled, getting off of him and sitting down next to him.

“Dios mio, 'Lencia,” he panted, “you must weigh a ton.”

Valencia blushed. “Hey, if you continue to be mean I might just have you for breakfast after all.”

“Sorry,” he chuckled, kneading her bellyfat a little with a paw. “By the way, judging by what that was like just now, it'd really be soft in there.”

“Well,” she winked, “only my prey know. And that Floatzel, of course.”

They were silent for a while, then José said: “You know, next time you're really hungry and go on a hunt, tell me. I'll come with you and help you catch them, make sure you don't gobble up an innocent again, etcetera.”

Valencia blushed a little. “José, I don't go on purposeful hunts, my hunger just sort of overwhelms me. Besides, if a tasty guy like you were there I wouldn't need to catch a Syndicate pokémon.”

–

After some more fooling around, it was time to leave; they still had to explain her 'talent' to the others. This dampened Valencia's mood considerably, as she really wasn't looking forward to facing Isabella again, and didn't know whether she could convince anyone what she did wasn't evil when she wasn't sure herself. José kept up her spirits though.

In the end, it really wasn't as bad as Valencia had feared. There were a lot of stares at her belly at first, as Isabella had told everyone, but their stares softened as Valencia and José told them more. To Valencia's great relief, most of them seemed to be of similar mind to José and didn't mind her 'talent' as long as she used it only on the Syndicate. A few pokémon still seemed to be rather scared of her, though. Isabella had calmed down and was no longer angry, but still acting much more coolly towards Valencia, which made her feel bad.

The overall mostly positive and supportive response eventually cheered her up, though. At least, until Antonio, a Houndoom, burst in. “Everyone, I have bad news!” But he stopped as he saw Valencia and she became very conscious of him staring at her belly. “Madre de dios, Isabella was right about you! I thought she'd just had too much wine! José, Valencia eats pokémon!”

“I know,” sighed José annoyedly, “you just missed the explanation, and there's nothing to fear. Anyway, what did you come to tell us?”

Antonio broke off his stare and said: “Carlos the mighty has been spotted in Matabuena.”

José cursed. “Any idea why he's here?”

“Yes, in fact. He's been asking about Valencia.”

--

Here's Valencia's previous adventures:
Valencia's First Vore http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10294801/
Valencia's Snack in the City http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10339970/
Valencia's Double Trouble http://www.furaffinity.net/view/11838222/

But her nommy adventures don't end here! http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13363006/