SLORSH!!

A thick, final gulp echoed through the air as Guts Man wiped his lips with the back of his hand, his giant metal belly wobbling before him like a demolition wrecking ball made of dense steel and squirming internals.


"BLUURRP."

“Ughhh…” Guts Man grunted, placing both hands on the vast dome of his gut. “What the hell was that…?!” Beside him, Bomb Man was hunched over, his equally engorged gut coated in a shadowy black sheen, audibly groaningwith motion.


"GUUURGLE... ZCHROOOAAAN…"


“Okay,” Bomb Man muttered, eyes twitching as he tried to balance the sloshing mass. “That was… definitely not one of my explosions. I felt it in my chest, dude. What did we just do?!”


Guts Man blinked. His eyes darted to the software display in the corner of his vision. “SYSTEM UPDATE: ‘Emergency Subjugation Consumption Protocol’ ENABLED,” he read aloud, voice slow and gruff.


Then:

[DIAGNOSTIC NOTE: YOU HAVE SUCCESSFULLY DEVOURED YOUR ENEMY UNIT.]


“…Wait.” Bomb Man tilted his head. “You mean we… ATE them? Ate them?!”

Guts Man patted his gurgling orb of a stomach, the mass wobbling like jello inside a steel drum. “I swallowed that dude like a cannonball into a trash chute!” He looked both amazed and mildly disturbed. “Why would Wily put THIS in us?!”


Bomb Man raised a shaky hand, swiping through update logs with frantic beeps. “Says here: ‘Tactical ingestion mode added for close-quarters combat. May induce bloating, weight gain, or sentient belly rumbling.’ WHAT THE ACTUAL BOMBS, DOC?!” Their bellies churned violently, eliciting another pair of wet, strained noises.
GLOOOORRRGH... SSSCHLUP...


Guts Man groaned. “I feel like I just ate half a construction site…” He squatted slightly, both hands sinking into his swollen gut. “...Can’t believe I’m saying this, but it kinda felt… good. Heh.”


Bomb Man leaned against a nearby support column, wobbling. “Good?! My gut feels like it’s digesting a riot! I—I feel full, I feel weird, I feel—”
BLUUURP!

His cheeks puffed out before releasing a gaseous burp, his eyes crossing for a second. “Okay, maybe just a little good,” he admitted with a shaky laugh. “Feels like I dropped a bomb in reverse.” Guts Man’s belly growled again—low and deep.

“ZRRRRRSHHHHRRRL…”


Then came the warmth. Slow, burning, sinking. Both Robot Masters stiffened, their bulging bellies slowly beginning to shrink…


Slooooorrrsch… Blorp…


Bomb Man gasped. “Are we… digesting them?!”


“Guess that update came with a built-in waste disposal system,” Guts Man muttered. A grin spread across his face. “Hah… not bad, huh? Less cleanup on the jobsite.”


“Wily’s gonna kill us when he sees the damage to our chassis,” Bomb Man said, watching his belly slowly soften with the churn of internal acids. “If he finds out,” Guts Man chuckled, rubbing the shrinking curve of his gut. “Feels like they’re almost gone…”


GRRRSHHH… FWOOOM…

Their bellies settled, firm but noticeably smaller, steam rising slightly from their internal vents. Bomb Man gave his softened stomach a pat, then burped again—quieter this time.

“Hoo boy… that’s one way to clear out a room.”


Guts Man belched proudly, arms crossed. “And here I thought my greatest tool was my fists. Turns out…” he patted his gut, thunk-thunk “...this thing’s multi-functional.”
They stood there for a beat in silence, letting the heat fade and the processing complete.


Then Bomb Man smirked. “You thinking what I’m thinking?” Guts Man grinned, mischief lighting his square face. “Let’s go test out the new feature.”

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