After suffering an intense stomachache, Violet manages to swallow Nyxara again when she was about to escape, storing her inside her once again to be turned into pudge and nutrients. With each passing second, the Meowscarada notices the fleshy chamber is getting tighter and she fights relentlessly as Violet makes fun of her futile attempts to escape, enjoying the process. Enjoy!

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Violet kept pushing Nyxara deeper with her paws as she gulped heavily to send her down her throat again. Nyxara, despite her best efforts, was no match for the huge alpha’s strength.

“No… NO!” Nyxara gasped as she sank further into the Espeon’s mouth, her strength vanishing after each second. She stared at Violet’s pointy teeth as she grabbed the sides of her mouth to prevent herself from going deeper.

After a few seconds, Nyxara’s grip slipped and her head was pushed by Violet’s tongue.

“Ack! I was so close!”

Violet snapped her jaws shut with a loud CLACK, tilting her head back and gulping abruptly.

GULP!

A deep gulp echoed from Violet as the Meowscarada was sent back down again, sliding along the slick, muscular tube until she landed in the stomach proper.

FWMPH!

The impact made Violet’s belly bounce and slosh abruptly due to the intensity of the shove and the speed at which Nyxara went down, fluids and acid swirling around the feline, making her yelp in surprise and cling instinctively to the walls.

Blushing intensely and breathing hard, Violet let herself fall on her rump, the impact causing the earth beneath her to tremble slightly and lift a cloud of dust around her.

WHUMP!

She rubbed her stuffed middle, feeling the stomach walls clench tightly around Nyxara as if punishing the Meowscarada for her rebellion. “Ha… that’s right,” Violet muttered, trying to catch her breath. “Not going anywhere, brat.”

Nyxara’s eyes gleamed in annoyance as she punched the stomach walls one last time before giving up, letting out a muffled sigh, “Fine… for now… but I’ll… find… a way…” Her voice trailed off, rage barely contained, and she tapped against the stomach walls in frustration.

Immediately after, the Espeon concentrated and activated Protect and Safeguard again, a faint shimmer forming around her stomach walls.

“Phew… Much better…” Violet sighed, kneading her round middle.

Her chest rose and fell in ragged, labored breaths as she rubbed her middle gently between pants, her ears flicking in concentration.

"Back inside, right where you belong," she muttered between pants, her voice tight with both exhaustion and authority.

Her claws dug slightly into the soft ground as she shifted her weight to support the immense strain of holding both her body and Nyxara within her.

Nyxara, pressed against the slick, warm walls, could feel every heartbeat, every pulse of Violet’s stomach as if it were a drum she couldn’t escape.

She squirmed, feeling the tight muscular contractions trying to push her down, but the protective shield made it impossible to strike at the sides.

The heat and moisture of the chamber pressed in from all sides, making every breath Nyxara drew feel thick and sticky.

Yet despite the discomfort, she couldn’t help smirking at Violet’s flustered state, licking her lips and patting her big middle with a mix of mischief and glee, relishing the chaos she’d caused.

Violet sighed in relief, finally allowing herself a small smile despite the residual sting of Nyxara’s earlier attacks.

“What a shame, you were so close…” She allowed herself to chuckle between pants.

She rubbed her belly gently, nursing it like a wounded limb, feeling the walls clench around the Meowscarada as a form of payback for all the attacks.

The inner rebellion still caused jolts and ripples across her stuffed middle, but Violet accepted it with a sense of calm dominance.

“This foul stench is terrible!” Nyxara snapped, trying to find leverage, her body tensing when the gurgles around her got louder.

Guuuuurgleeeeeee…

The acids around Nyxara began to boil more aggressively as Violet’s stomach walls contracted rhythmically, pressing firmly but carefully against the Meowscarada to keep her in place.

A faint burp threatened to escape, climbing her throat, and Violet quickly pressed a paw against her mouth, cheeks puffing slightly as she struggled to suppress it.

Her tail twitched nervously behind her, flicking in irritation at the discomfort.

“Oooogh… my poor belly…” Violet whined, rubbing her belly carefully to put it back to rest.

With a careful thought, she used Morning Sun to heal herself, the warmth and energy radiating into her limbs, easing the tension in her muscles and the heat coursing through her middle.

“Aaaaah~” The huge Espeon sighed in relief, feeling much better. “Just what I needed…”

She exhaled with a soft chuckle, patting her stuffed belly and winking slightly.

"You’ve really given me a workout, little one," she muttered, the tail swishing behind her in quiet amusement, feeling the slimy, bouncy Meowscarada squirming within her.

Nyxara, despite being trapped, couldn’t help but grin at Violet’s mixed expressions—part relief, part embarrassment, part delight.


“Whatever, princess,” she murmured to herself. “At least I was able to give you a stomachache and shatter your manners…”

She smirked for a few seconds, patting her round gut to try and get Turtwig and Wynaut’s attention.

“Awww~” She purred, rubbing her belly in slow circles. “Looks like someone is mad for having been eaten a second time…”

When she didn’t get an answer she slapped her belly hard, causing muffled yelps to echo from within and she let out a small burp.

Urp.

“Come on,” she purred with mock tenderness, “aren’t you even going to try to give me indigestion? You are going to become cute assfat at this rate~”

Immediately after, furious struggles and muffled whimpers made the Meowscarada moan in delight, opening her mouth and letting her tongue stick out.

“Mmrrrrghh~” She moaned as she held her belly with her paws. “I knew I’d get a reaction eventually. I can’t wait to digest you…”

Every shift of the muscles, every pulse of Violet’s stomach walls, reminded her that the battle inside was far from over, yet the alpha Espeon had regained control.

The warmth of the stomach, the slick texture of the walls, and the gentle, controlling motions kept her in a unique balance of discomfort and thrill, unable to escape but still fully aware of her victories within the Espeon.

Violet sighed in relief, feeling the inner rebellion still stinging but not as much as before. The stomach walls continued to clench against Nyxara, asserting payback for her mischievous acts.

She felt a burp rising and quickly pressed her paw against her mouth, cheeks puffed slightly as she suppressed it.

“Ugh… that was too close,” Violet muttered to herself, still catching her breath.

A soft hum escaped her lips as she chuckled, “And look at you… still stuck inside, brat. Not so clever now, huh?”

Nyxara’s tail twitched inside, brushing occasionally against the walls in protest. “I… I’ll get you back…” she murmured, voice muffled but full of defiance.

Violet chuckled, swaying her tail behind her, “Yeah… yeah, we’ll see about that. But for now… you’re mine.”

Violet allowed herself a small, satisfied smile as the warmth from her recently used Morning Sun spread through her body, soothing her discomfort.

Her paws rose instinctively, slapping her belly with deliberate force, and the Meowscarada bounced and sloshed roughly inside, her muffled yelps echoing faintly.

SLAP! SLAP!

“Ow! OWWW! Heeeey!!” Nyxara’s muffled voice rattled the fleshy chamber, struggling against the relentless chamber.

Violet giggled softly, raising a paw to her mouth to suppress another burp that threatened to escape her lips, her cheeks puffing out as the pressure built from the rough motion.

“Hehe… you’re so stubborn, aren’t you?” she murmured, her claws kneading her middle, feeling Nyxara’s resistance against the stomach walls.

“I’ll give you that… but it’s only a matter of minutes before you’re fully digested. My belly wants payback for all that rebellion.”

Nyxara grunted in frustration, punching the stomach wall, creating a fleeting bulge that made Violet’s round belly bounce for a second before settling.

“Ugh! You oversized…! This is…!” Her muffled complaints were punctuated by wet squelches and the sticky friction of slime clinging to her fur.

Violet’s tail swayed lazily behind her as she continued to rub her middle, leaning closer as if to whisper to Nyxara through the walls.

“You almost escaped, didn’t you? Almost… but once I eat someone, it doesn’t matter who it is. They belong to me. And you belong to my belly now.”

She chuckled, pressing her paw against her round gut, feeling Nyxara struggling within.

Inside, Nyxara’s tail flicked repeatedly, brushing against Violet’s stomach walls, eliciting small, involuntary shivers and snorts from the alpha Espeon.

“H-hey! Quit that!” Violet exclaimed, trying to suppress the ticklish sensation, cheeks reddening as her tail lashed nervously behind her.

“You… you’re impossible! Stop using that tail like a weapon!”

“Impossible? Me?” Nyxara hissed, panting and wriggling, feeling the slick heat pressing against her sides. “I’m not done yet! You’ll see! I’ll—I'll find a way out this time! I won’t be… I won’t—Ugh!”

She struck the stomach walls again, making another bulge appear on the curvature of Violet’s belly, bouncing briefly before settling, the slick dampness of slime and stomach fluids clinging to her fur as she struggled to find purchase.

Violet giggled, kneading her middle lovingly despite the lingering sting from Nyxara’s attacks. “Oh… you’re so persistent. I almost feel sorry for you…” she teased, letting her eyes close in bliss as she felt the residual gurgles echoing from inside.

“But almost isn’t enough. My belly is perfectly fine now. Thanks to Protect and Safeguard, my insides are safe from your tantrums.”

Nyxara growled, gasping for air in the oppressive heat, her limbs slick with stomach fluids. The walls pressed her on all sides, and the pool of acid beneath her bubbled violently, giving off a sharp, acrid stench that burned her nostrils.

“You… you can’t… I’ll—ack!—I’ll find a way! There’s still time! If I just… just move here… no, here!” She clawed at the walls, tail flicking against the stomach again to try and force Violet into a ticklish reaction.

Violet’s eyes twitched at the sensation, lips parting slightly as she suppressed a small gasp. “Nyxara… really? You’re still trying that? Huh… you’re lucky you taste so good!”

Her voice was a mixture of amusement and exasperation as she felt the inner pressure from her slowly recovering digestive system.

The Meowscarada’s energy was waning as the oppressive heat, thick air, and sticky dampness drained her stamina. She panted heavily, her voice muffled through the walls.

“I… I’m… not done… yet! Hnnng! You’ll regret this! I… I’ll—ARGH!” Her tail lashed uncontrollably, scraping along the fleshy walls, eliciting another involuntary cough and slight gag from Violet.

Violet chuckled, her paws massaging her middle slowly, letting her claws dig in lightly to feel Nyxara struggle. “Relax… it’s okay. You’ve done your best, little rebel, but my belly is finally settling. You’re just making yourself tired now.”

She flicked her ears with a playful grin, tail swishing behind her. “I suppose it’s cute, though, how determined you are… and how little effect it has.”

Nyxara’s muffled growl turned into a strained snicker. “C-Cute? Hah! You… you mean… oversized snacker… this… this isn’t over!” She flopped slightly in the stomach, her tail brushing against the stomach one last time, eliciting a startled cough from Violet. “You’ll… see… I’ve still got… tricks!”

Violet, remaining seated on her ass now, patted her middle with satisfaction, feeling the stomach walls clenching and pressing against Nyxara as payback for the rebellion.

“Hehe… not today. My belly wins this round, tasty Meowscarada.” She closed her eyes, taking slow, steady breaths as her chest rose and fell with labored satisfaction. “Rest. You have some digestion to catch up on… but not until my belly is done with you.”

Inside, Nyxara slumped against the walls, slick with stomach fluids and exhaustion, breathing heavily and muttering, “I… I’ll… just… bide my… time… I’ve still got… my pride… I… won’t… be… digested… without a fight…”

Violet’s tail flicked lazily, ears twitching, eyes still closed as she rubbed her middle. “That’s fine, take your time. My belly is finally enjoying the process. You can squirm all you want, but you’re not going anywhere.”

She sighed contentedly, feeling the rhythmic contractions of her stomach settle into a soothing pulse around the Meowscarada, the last of the chaos fading as the alpha finally relaxed into her post-tantrum calm.

Violet's stomach walls squeezed Nyxara roughly, barely giving her any room to move. The Meowscarada hissed, slamming her paws against the walls, but they pressed back harder, their fleshy surface coating her in the slick, warm fluids that wept from them.

“Ugh! You’re… you’re insane!” Nyxara groaned, twisting her body, claws scraping against the slick inner surface. “Stop… stop squishing me like this!”

Violet chuckled, her ears flicking. “Oh? I’m just keeping you comfortable, my little troublemaker,” she purred, eyes narrowing with mischief. “You’ve had a lot of energy to burn, haven’t you?”

The dampening intensified inside, the gurgles grew louder and more insistent, and the air was growing thin, each shallow breath burning Nyxara’s throat. She coughed, gagging slightly, feeling the heat press against her fur.

“You’re… ugh… I can’t breathe properly in here!” she wheezed, gasping for air. Her tail flicked rapidly, brushing along the slick walls of Violet’s belly in a desperate attempt to distract her from the pressure—but Violet’s gut only flexed and bulged in response.

“Is that supposed to tickle me?” Violet said, her voice dry but amused, rubbing her round belly as she shifted slightly. “Try again, little one… I dare you~”

Nyxara’s eyes widened with determination. “Oh, you’ll regret that, oversized manner maniac!” she hissed, curling her tail and flicking it deliberately against Violet’s fleshy walls. Violet’s eyes went wide, a faint squeak escaping her lips.

“Eep! N-no fair! My stomach isn’t a toy!” Violet exclaimed, pressing her forepaws against her mouth, cheeks puffing slightly as the tickling sent shivers down her spine. “Nyxara, you—ugh—you’re so mean!”

The pool of acid beneath Nyxara’s feet boiled more aggressively, tiny bubbles rising and popping against her fur. The heat made her legs tremble slightly. “I… I have to get out… before… before it’s too late!” she panted, swiping at the walls in frustration.

Inside the eeveelution, the Meowscarada briefly glanced at her gurgling middle which stretched due to her prey’s struggles, their whimpers echoing beneath her flesh.

“You two… quiet for a second! You’re making this even more difficult if you keep distracting me with your amazing struggles!” she murmured, patting her stuffed middle. “Mm… the struggles do feel good, but I don’t have time to enjoy them properly.”

GRRRRRRRRBRRRRRRRRLMMMMMMMHHHHH!!

Nyxara froze as a sudden, violent shudder ran through Violet’s stomach. The walls flexed and contracted like an earthquake, sending her tumbling side to side. “Wha—ugh! What now?!” she shrieked, trying to regain her balance, only to be splashed by a wave of stomach fluids.

Outside, Violet’s ears flicked back as she felt the reverberations. She let out a low, satisfied hum, kneading the curves of her belly carefully. When the deafening gurgle hit, she shivered slightly, eyes fluttering and cheeks flushing.

“Ah… ohhh… that was… intense. So good…” she whispered, letting her tongue hang briefly before curling it back in satisfaction.

Nyxara groaned, trying to push herself up against the walls. “You’re… you’re enjoying this way too much!”

“I certainly am,” Violet said with a sly grin, shifting her weight slightly and feeling the bulge of the Meowscarada squirming against her. “All that energy… all that fighting… it’s music to my belly.”

Nyxara’s tail flicked nervously. “Oh no… not… not there too…” she whimpered, trying to wriggle free, but the pressure only increased.

“You like that, don’t you?” Violet teased, tilting her head back slightly. “Such a naughty little thing… trying to fight back… but my stomach says otherwise.”

The Meowscarada gritted her teeth, breathing heavily. “I… I’ll… I’ll make you regret this…” she promised through clenched teeth, even as her energy began to drain from the oppressive heat and constant slick pressure.

Violet chuckled again, patting her stomach rhythmically. “Hush now… it’s time to relax and enjoy your punishment. You’ll find no escape here.”

Nyxara’s eyes darted around, searching for any weak point. “I’m… I’m not done yet! I still have my moves!” she hissed, biting her lip and flexing her claws.

“Oh, I know,” Violet replied, her tone amused, her tail flicking in time with the subtle squelches and sloshes. “And I’ll enjoy every single one being blocked by my shields, my little mischievous guest.”

Violet sighed, the sun warming her fur as she stretched and let out a contented sigh. Her stomach was round and full from her indulgent meal, her forepaws kneading the soft, pliant flesh with slow, deliberate circles.

The internal walls of her stomach pulsed rhythmically, contracting gently, each movement pressing against Nyxara, who was trapped within the warm, humid cavity.

From inside, Nyxara groaned, muffled and strained. “Ugh… it’s… so… tight in here… the walls… they’re pressing… everywhere… and… it’s so hot!”

Her limbs brushed against the slick lining of Violet’s stomach, which shifted with every pulse, sending gentle but firm pressure along her back and sides.

The slick, damp surface made every movement slippery, forcing her to push harder, only to sink back into the yielding flesh.

Nyxara patted her gut and looked at her own stuffed middle, feeling how Wynaut and Turtwig struggled inside her and ignoring their muffled complaints.

“Mmm… you two are going to become squishy assfat,” she murmured, rubbing her round belly and letting the motions of her captives jostle her, her paws pressing lightly into her soft flab as she guided herself along the slick interior.

Violet giggled softly, her voice vibrating faintly through the muscular walls.

“Oh, my dear Nyxara… you are persistent as always. I can feel you struggling,” she murmured, patting her belly with a gentle pressure that caused the internal walls to ripple against the grass-type.

“But there is nowhere to go now, is there?” She remained seated on her butt, tail flicking lazily behind her, watching the ripples of Nyxara’s movements across her full midsection between pleased purrs.

Nyxara thumped against the walls again, the sound muffled but distinct as the muscles shifted and gurgled around her. “It… it’s… so warm… and wet… and… I can’t… move! Everything… it’s pressing… and the fluids… they’re rising!”

She could feel the stomach acids pooling slightly beneath her feet, a faint, burning tingle that reminded her of her helplessness.

The heat increased, the air thick and stifling, making her chest rise and fall with difficulty as she tried to find leverage.

Nyxara patted her gut again, watching her stuffed middle, feeling every jostle of Wynaut and Turtwig as they struggled, their movements causing gentle, rhythmic bulges along her round belly.

“Don’t worry, you two. I am digesting you instead of her,” she whispered, pressing into herself as the slick walls of Violet’s stomach pressed back against her from all sides, each contraction rocking her slightly within the warm, humid cavity.

Violet chuckled again, watching the subtle ripples that Nyxara’s struggles made across the curvature of her belly.

“Ah… you are quite the stubborn little one. I must admit, it’s… invigorating to feel you so lively inside me. Relax, my dear… there is nothing to fear. Just let your struggles… be part of the process.”

She patted her sides again, the slight pressure forcing Nyxara to shift helplessly, causing her body to sink briefly into the slick interior.

“Struggling… is… useless…” Nyxara muttered, her voice strained, muffled by the warm, thick flesh surrounding her.

She pressed her paws against the slippery walls, only to slide back as the stomach contracted slightly, pressing her against the dense, muscular ridges of Violet’s inner cavity.

Every pulse of muscle pressed on her chest and back, and the slick, slimy layer of fluids made it nearly impossible to maintain grip.

Blorp, groan, gurgle, churn, slosh…

The gurgles grew louder with each movement, echoing around her in a deep, rhythmic thrum that seemed to vibrate through her very bones.

Violet sighed, a pleased hum escaping her lips as she rubbed her belly with slow, methodical movements. “See? Isn’t this almost comfortable? Your efforts make me appreciate my own power,” she teased in a soft, lilting tone.

Her tail flicked lazily behind her, and her forepaw traveled to her mouth to suppress a soft burp that threatened to escape. “I do enjoy seeing you struggle… it shows spirit… but my dear Nyxara, your efforts are futile.”

Nyxara pressed once more against the slippery walls, her movements sending waves of pressure across Violet’s midsection.

The heat pressed in from every side, and the slick, slimy lining made each attempt to move an exhausting effort.

The small, desperate thumps of her feet and paws against the muscular interior caused faint, fleeting bulges along the curve of Violet’s stomach, only to settle again as the walls contracted and the digestive process continued.

Nyxara patted her gut once more, ignoring Wynaut and Turtwig’s muffled protests. “I have to find a way out before it’s too late,” she whispered, glancing nervously at the slick, warm interior pressing against her from all sides.

Violet chuckled, a soft, musical sound. “Ah… you’re quite feisty, aren’t you? But I must admit… it’s entertaining.” She shifted, remaining seated on her rump, her gaze lowering to see the full roundness of her midsection.

Her eyes gleamed as she watched the Meowscarada inside, and she patted her gut lightly. “I enjoy these struggles, my dear… what a shame they won’t last for too long~”

“Come on, come on,” she murmured, glancing around the room with a hint of concern, the first time she didn’t know exactly what to do. Her pride, however, would not let her admit defeat.

Nyxara could see Violet’s belly pressing in gently from all sides, and in the confined space, she felt every pulse of the muscular walls and every ripple of digestive motion.

Turtwig and Wynaut, her latest prey, thrashed helplessly within her, making her stomach jostle and squeeze. She stopped for a moment to hear her prey’s muffled and desperate cries.

“LET US OUT, YOU OVERWEIGHT FELINE!!”

“HELP! HELP! I DON’T WANT TO BE DIGESTED!!”

Nyxara rolled her eyes and lay on her belly, pressing herself down hard to stop her prey’s struggles.

She grinned when the duo let out muffled whimpers and their struggles subsided.

“There, much better,” she said with a wink. “Let Mama concentrate for now and once she is out she will enjoy your struggles to the fullest.”

She winked at her round stomach, patting her side and her tail wagged for a few seconds, forgetting for a moment where she was.

The damp heat pressed on her chest and back, and the slick fluids lapped around her body, a constant reminder of her helplessness.

Violet leaned forward slightly, her forepaw moving to her mouth to suppress another burp as her cheeks puffed out.

“Nyxara,” she said with a grin, her voice vibrating through the muscular walls, “you’ve made me terribly gassy, and my stomach is very upset.”

“You almost escaped me… but once I eat someone, there is no escaping.” She rubbed her belly in slow circles, the internal muscles pressing rhythmically against the trapped Meowscarada, guiding her into submission.

Nyxara groaned in frustration, pressing against the slick walls with small, futile movements. “I… I won’t… I can’t… this… it’s… too… tight… too hot… too wet…” Every pulse of Violet’s stomach pressed her against slick walls, squeezing her in a gentle but inescapable grip.

The fluids beneath her lapped gently, rising slightly with each digestive contraction, while the gurgles grew louder, reverberating around her and vibrating through her body.

Violet hummed softly, a playful melody escaping her as she continued to pat and knead her belly.

“It’s amusing to see your persistence, my little guest… but you’ll learn that resistance only makes the experience more lively,” she said, her voice gentle but firm.

She tilted her head back, tail flicking lazily behind her, and allowed the internal muscles to press rhythmically against Nyxara, ensuring the Meowscarada felt every pulse and contraction.

Nyxara, exhausted and pressed on all sides, could only slump slightly against the slick, warm walls, the heat and moisture overwhelming her senses.

The faint gurgles and rhythmic contractions of Violet’s belly were relentless, and the slick fluids made it impossible to gain leverage.

She pressed weakly against the muscular interior, feeling every undulation and pulse. “I… I… I give in…” she muttered, muffled, as the rhythmic pressure forced her into surrender.

Violet’s grin widened as she patted her sides again, enjoying the gentle pressure that Nyxara’s struggles provided.

“Good… see? Even the most spirited can find their place inside me. Relax a little and let my stomach do its magic,” she whispered, her voice soft and teasing, as the muscular walls of her belly continued their gentle, rhythmic contractions, pressing firmly but safely around the trapped Meowscarada.

Violet continued to sit on her ass, tail swaying lazily, patting her belly as the rhythmic pressure continued.

Nyxara panted, muffled but audible, “You purple fatass… I hope I give you the worst indigestion of your life.”

She pressed her paws against her stuffed middle and let the subtle motions of Turtwig and Wynaut beneath her add to the sensation, resigned but oddly comforted by the gentle, rhythmic squeeze.

“At least I got a meal out of this…”

“Yaaaawn~”

Violet let out a soft, languid yawn, leaning forward and letting herself fall in a graceful, flowing motion.

Her head rested lightly above her crossed forepaws as she lay on her belly, tail arching behind her with a slow, playful sway.

She moved her hips gently a few times, feeling the subtle jiggle and rhythm from her overfull stomach, and raised a forepaw to her mouth, trying to suppress another burp that threatened to escape.

“Nyxara… you’ve made me terribly gassy,” Violet murmured, her voice soft but teasing, “and my stomach is far from happy… but all your efforts are futile.” She pressed her head back onto her forepaws and let out a contented sigh, feeling the subtle movements of the grass-type moving inside her.

The intensity of Nyxara’s punches and kicks had diminished, the small thrashes now more resigned than desperate, which caused Violet to giggle.

“Oh, that’s ticklish,” she admitted, a soft shiver running through her belly as the walls inside shifted and squirmed slightly against her meal.

Inside the spacious, warm cavity of Violet’s stomach, Nyxara sat on her ass, crossing her forepaws over her chest and hugging herself tightly.

She pressed her knees against her middle, trying to stabilize herself against the gentle but unyielding contractions of the muscular walls.

The slick, humid interior pressed against her on all sides, rising and falling with each pulse, making every breath feel warmer, wetter, and closer.

She could feel the lingering heat and slickness of the digestive fluids surrounding her, the rhythmic gurgles echoing softly through the fleshy prison.

Wynaut and Turtwig, her meals trapped alongside her earlier, had stopped struggling, their motions subdued as Violet’s stomach worked diligently to process the last meal.

Nyxara frowned, glancing down at her own stuffed middle, feeling how full and soft she had become after digesting her meals.

“They… they gave up too soon,” she muttered, her voice muffled but audible through the slick, constricting walls. “The struggles… they felt so good… I’m still kicking… unlike them.”

Her tail twitched nervously as she tried to shift her weight, hugging her satchel close to her chest.

Nyxara’s paws pressed into the slick interior, the soft, wet walls squishing and rebounding around her.

Each contraction of Violet’s stomach pressed her more firmly into the warm, slightly acidic fluids, making her chest rise and fall with effort.

The gurgles were constant, rhythmic, and almost musical in their pressure, adding to the sensory overwhelm of the humid, tight environment.

She let out a soft, exasperated sigh. “I… I can’t let her see me give up,” she muttered, feeling the slick, slimy interior brush against her fur and pushing slightly with her knees, trying to create even the smallest space between her and the muscular walls.

“The… the walls… they’re pressing so much,” Nyxara whispered under her breath, feeling every pulse and shift as Violet’s stomach muscles flexed and relaxed rhythmically.

“It’s warm, wet… and slippery… I can barely move… but I’ll… I’ll show her I’m not done yet.” She hugged herself tighter, the satchel pressed against her chest as a reminder of her pride and resolve.

Violet’s belly gave another subtle, playful gurgle, the slick interior pressing against Nyxara’s frame, causing her to squirm instinctively.

“Mm… you’re so stubborn, aren’t you?” Violet murmured with a teasing grin, running a paw slowly across the rounded swell of her stomach, feeling the subtle pressure of the Meowscarada beneath the slick walls.

“You know, I could just let this settle… but you make it too entertaining not to… hm?”

Nyxara’s tail twitched inside the pressurized, humid space, flicking against the slick interior and sending small ripples across the walls.

She pressed her knees against her belly, feeling the warmth and gentle squeeze around her, and whispered, “I… I’m not giving you the satisfaction… I’m not letting you… win… yet. I’ll… I’ll find a way… even if it’s small… even if it’s slow…”

Violet let out a soft hum of amusement, patting the swell of her stomach between giggles, feeling the sporadic presses and squirms from within.

“Yes, struggle all you like, little one,” she said playfully. “I can feel every kick, every thump… and I admit… it does feel quite delightful… but time is on my side.”

She glanced down at her rounded gut and let out a soft, satisfied sigh, tail flicking lazily behind her as she felt the sporadic movements of the Meowscarada inside, each little ripple of effort pressing perfectly against her internal muscles.

Nyxara panted, pressing her small paws against her own chest and knees against her stomach, trying to make space and push back, but each effort was met with gentle resistance.

“I… I’m not… giving up… I’ll… I’ll get back… I’ll… survive this…” she whispered to herself, voice muffled but firm, pride refusing to allow defeat.

She hugged her satchel tighter, leaning against the slick, warm walls of Violet’s stomach, each heartbeat and gurgle around her a reminder of the powerful, enveloping force that held her captive.

The rhythmic, almost hypnotic gurgles continued, the slick, humid interior pressing in from all sides.

Nyxara’s chest rose and fell with effort, her frame jostled lightly by the slow pulses of Violet’s digestive muscles, and yet she remained determined, mumbling, “I… will… not… give… up… not now… not ever…”

“Puuuuurrrrrrrrr,” Violet purred, clearly satisfied as she enjoyed the next phase of digestion, wondering how much Nyxara will add to her body once she is fully digested. “You are going to pad me out so well, dear Nyx. I can’t wait to see the results~”

The alpha Espeon closed her eyes, licking her lips as she swayed her hips a few times in victory, waiting for the Meowscarada to be turned into energy and pudge for her.

Guuuuuuurgleeeee…

The air inside Violet’s stomach had been growing thinner with each passing second, making Nyxara’s feline eyes water as the warmth pressed in from all sides.

Each shallow breath burned her throat, drawing soft, muffled coughs that reverberated through the slick, squishy walls around her.

She punched and kicked sporadically at the elastic stomach walls, but each strike was met with gentle, persistent resistance, kneading her more firmly with every pulse.

The heat increased steadily, enveloping her in a humid, oppressive embrace, and the rhythmic gurgles mixed with the steady thump of Violet’s heartbeat, creating an overwhelming symphony of sensation.

Thmp, thmp, thmp…

The pool of digestive fluid beneath Nyxara had begun to rise, slowly lapping at her fur-covered waist, warm and slick against her skin.

“NO NO NO NO NO! LET ME OUT OF HERE, YOU BITCH!!” She shouted, trying to slash the stomach walls with her claws but it was futile because they were too thick and a thick slime covered them.

“Mmh~” Violet let out a pleased hum, patting her side with her tail, her smile widening from side to side as she enjoyed the inner massage.

“Get comfortable, my dear,” she giggled as she heard the louder and wetter gurgles eliciting from within her combined with Nyxara’s shrieks. “It’s time for you to become a very lovely part of me. I hope you appreciate such honor…”

“This is disgusting! I will have my revenge!” She screeched, punching and kicking the stomach walls between labored pants, desperately trying to stay awake with great difficulty. “You oversized freak! You better spit me out or else!”

“Or else what, dear?” Violet stopped grooming her paw and glanced over her shoulder, watching bulges appear and vanish through the curvature of her stomach. “Keep punching and kicking, kitty… this inner massage is doing wonders for my circulation~”

“Are you mocking me?!” Nyxara snapped, slipping and falling on her back with a grunt, splashing on the acids. The motion caused Violet’s belly to slosh and bounce for a few seconds before settling.

“Are you done, little flower?” Violet asked sarcastically between giggles, as if dealing with a spoiled child’s tantrum. “You lose, I win. It’s not that difficult, accept it.”

“You big, fat, stupid fatass!” Nyxara snarled, coughing due to the thick haze surrounding her and having great difficulties to willingly stay awake. “I hope I make you so fat you are unable to walk!”

“Mmhmm, say what you want,” Violet said, resuming her grooming and ignoring Nyxara’s complaints. “Hope you give five stars to my belly accomodations. You are not enjoying them much longer~”

“GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!” Nyxara clenched her fists and bared her teeth due to her rage, being squeezed by the stomach walls as the acids kept rising at an alarming rate.

The grass-type hissed one last defiant warning, eyes narrowing as she stared at the fleshy chamber surrounding her.

But the lack of air and the unrelenting pressure finally overcame her strength, and with a final, exhausted gasp she collapsed against the smooth, undulating walls.

The fluids swirled around her, tugging at her form, and the stomach continued its relentless work, enveloping her in a warm, damp embrace as the digestion proceeded.

From above, Violet’s ears flicked as a louder, more resonant gurgle shook the depths of her belly.

Grrrrrruuuuuuurrrrrrrrgleeeeee…

“Ah… finally,” she murmured with an indulgent hum, her voice low and teasing. “It took you long enough, my dear cutie… you were really stubborn.”

She glanced over her shoulder, placing a forepaw against the softer, now-sated curve of her side, feeling the subtle give and shift of her recently filled belly.

Violet giggled softly, squeezing the squishy surface with her paw. “Mmm… yes, that’s better. My little stubborn meal… now you can relax and let me take care of you properly~”

She let out a low purr, her hips swaying gently with satisfaction, her tail flicking lazily behind her as the nutrients from Nyxara’s body began to be absorbed, spreading warmth and energy through Violet’s thick frame.

“Could… could stay awake,” she mumbled, voice thick with drowsiness, “but… food coma is… hitting hard…”

Her wide yawn stretched her jaw, tongue curling upward, and her ears twitched lazily in the quiet meadow air.

Slowly, she lowered her head onto her crossed forepaws, eyelids drooping as sleep tugged at her consciousness.

But then—a strange sensation prickled at the back of her throat. Violet’s head rose abruptly, ears twitching, as she leaned forward and let out a cough, mingled with a soft burp.

Urp.

A few tuffs of fur, slicked with saliva, escaped her mouth and danced lightly like confetti, accompanied by a couple of petals from Nyxara’s pink flower collar.

They floated down to the ground in front of Violet, settling gently in the grass.

“Huh…” she murmured with a smirk, tilting her head. “Looks like this survived my digestive tract haha.”

Her clawed finger traced along her teeth, brushing away any remnants, before she leaned forward and blew softly, sending the petals and tufts away on a playful gust of air.

The slimy remains were claimed by the breeze, disappearing into the distance as though carried off by a mischievous wind.

Violet let out a long, contented sigh, settling her head once more on her forepaws. “Mm… once I wake up, I’ll be sure to appreciate all the contributions you’ve made to me, Nyxara,” she whispered, a soft purr rumbling from her chest.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and a gentle snore escaped her lips, tail swaying lightly behind her.

The meadow was still, bathed in the golden light of the afternoon sun, the soft breeze rustling the grass around her.

Violet’s belly rose and fell in slow, rhythmic pulses, faint gurgles echoing softly within as the Espeon’s latest meal was slowly absorbed.

Her cheeks lifted in a faint, serene smile, and the gentle sway of her tail marked the steady cadence of sleep overtaking her.

The resulting fat from the meal was redistributed throughout her body, going mainly to her rump, hips, belly, and thighs.

The digestion continued without interruptions and the alpha’s frame widened and rounded out slightly, making Violet smirk while licking her lips wanting to get the last remnants of Nyxara’s amazing taste.

Her body, warm and plush, seemed to glow in satisfaction, every movement gentle and deliberate even in slumber.

The remnants of Nyxara’s presence had been collected and claimed, leaving Violet’s metabolism to weave the nutrients seamlessly into her own body.

A final soft, indulgent hum echoed from her throat as the large Espeon slept, hips swaying slightly with the lingering warmth of her latest meal, and the meadow itself seemed to pause in quiet reverence to the gentle rise and fall of her satisfied snore.

A few hours later, a sudden beam of yellow energy shot up in the distance, miles away, shimmering against the treetops.

Nyxara blinked and gasped as the world snapped back into focus around her. She was back—fully intact, unharmed, perfectly fine after having been digested by Violet.

The first thing she did was inhale deeply, drawing a huge lungful of air, chest swelling slightly as she let out a long, shivering sigh.

“Ah… finally,” she murmured, chest rising and falling as relief washed over her. “I can breathe properly again…”

Her fists clenched in annoyance, tail lashing angrily behind her. “Ugh! Being digested a fourth time… can you believe it?!” she hissed, glaring at the distant sky. “If it weren’t for that Reviver Seed… I wouldn’t even be here!”

She muttered bitterly, pacing a few steps in place. “First by Guildmistress Miltank, second by that huge Lanturn when I was just a Sprigatito… and now twice by that purple fatass!” Her tail flicked sharply, sending leaves and petals swirling.

Nyxara’s lips curled into a sly grin. “But… this time, at least I gave her a real fight. Longer, stronger… a bigger stomach upset for her! Hehe…” She snickered playfully, the memory of the struggle leaving a mischievous sparkle in her eye.

Her gaze then shifted, noticing the emptiness on her back. “Wait a minute…” She tapped herself repeatedly. “My bag?!”

She groaned in exasperation, ears folding back slightly. “Oh come on! Did I really leave it behind?!”

Her tail whipped angrily from side to side as she slumped onto her butt in defeat.

“It was my favorite bag… probably digested by that purple bottomless fatass!” She threw her arms back and flopped onto her back, staring up at the clouds drifting lazily above her.

“Thank Arceus it was empty after eating all the food and tossing it into that slob’s gut”

She sighed in mild annoyance.

“At least I keep all my valuable stuff in my hideout…”

As she shook slightly from the motion, Nyxara couldn’t help but grin. She brought her paws to her own belly, playing with the soft, pliant flesh left behind by her meals.

Her fingers sank into the supple curves, tracing and massaging as she admired the subtle changes her prey had made to her body.

She rolled carefully onto her side, then onto her belly, glancing over her shoulder. Her hips, thighs, and butt had widened just as she had suspected.

“Ohoho… look at that,” she murmured, eyes sparkling. She reached back and gave her rump a playful yet firm slap.

SMACK!

The flesh jiggled delightfully for a few seconds before settling back into place, eliciting a soft giggle from her lips.

“This is thanks to all my cute meals,” she said with a teasing tone, fingers grazing her sides, “they really added a lot to Mama and I love every single contribution they made to my figure… HA!”

Nyxara finally rose to her feet, stretching her arms high above her head. Her back arched as she cracked her neck with a satisfying pop.

Her stomach gurgled audibly, a rumbling reminder that it was already thinking about the next Pokémon to eat.

“Mmm… hungry again,” she murmured, patting her belly and giving it a playful squeeze, feeling the soft jiggle under her palms. “I’ll find a tasty meal very soon. Oh yes, I’ll make it count.”

She tilted her head, stretched her arms as she took a deep, anticipatory breath mixed with a small burp.

Urp.

She giggled unapologetically and gave her middle a fond pat with a grin from ear to ear.

“Better make it a good one,” she whispered with a grin, “or else I’ll just have to make room myself…”

Her tail swished lazily behind her, flicking like a pendulum in the gentle afternoon breeze. The sun glinted off her eyes as she took another playful glance at her widened thighs and rounded ass, still giggling softly at the aftermath of her indulgent binge.

She closed her eyes for a moment, rolling her shoulders and feeling the lingering warmth of her latest meal in her soft body.

“Ah… maybe I’ll take it slow, savor my victory first… but soon… soon, the hunt begins again,” she whispered, almost purring.

A soft breeze tickled her ears as Nyxara smirked, brushing a stray leaf from her hair, and began to imagine all the delicious possibilities waiting for her as her stomach gurgled impatiently.

A few hours later, Violet stirred. She yawned wide, curling her tongue inside her mouth, and slowly rubbed her eyes with a soft forepaw.

Her gaze refocused, drowsy yet alert, and she shook her head lightly, trying to shake off the lingering sleep. A slow smile spread across her face as her tail swayed lazily behind her.

“Hmmm… I haven’t slept this well in so long,” she murmured, stretching her back gracefully. Her shoulders rose and fell with the motion, and she lifted her rump just slightly, immediately feeling the subtle, satisfying weight her latest meal had left behind.

Violet glanced over her shoulder, smirking as she gave her rounded thighs and plump ass a playful wiggle.

Wobb… Wobble…

The flesh jiggled softly with the motion, and she laughed in a low, pleased murmur. “Ah… someone really settled nicely in all the best spots,” she added between giggles, flicking her tail against her thigh and squeezing it faintly.

She leaned forward to clean her teeth with a clawed finger, licking her lips as she savored the lingering taste.

“No matter how much you struggled, my dear Nyxara,” Violet teased, patting the side of her belly so that it sloshed faintly with a small gurgle beneath her fur.

“In the end, you succumbed to a lady’s powerful gut. You’ll always be my favourite meal.”

Violet glanced carefully around the meadow, making sure no one was nearby.

Satisfied, she rose gracefully to her feet, feeling the familiar sway of her gut hanging between her legs.

Her entire frame shook slightly as she shifted her weight, feeling her widened curves bounce and jiggle. Her round belly emitted faint gurgles that almost sounded like a soft purr:

Gurgle… blorp… glorp… groaan…

After a few seconds, she let out a soft, indulgent laugh and sat back down on her butt, feeling the earth tremble slightly beneath her weight.

The motion ran through her frame in subtle waves, and she placed a forepaw on her round, squishy middle, poking it gently and feeling it press and sink into her flabby flesh.

Violet giggled and drummed her belly softly with both forepaws, her tail swaying lazily behind her. “So, my dear Nyxara…” she said, arching a brow playfully, “do you have anything to say for yourself?”

Grrrrrrrrrnnnnnnnnn…

The only reply was an almost inaudible gurgle from inside her belly. Violet crossed her forepaws over her chest, huffing lightly. “Hm, yes… that’s right,” she murmured with mock authority.

“You are exactly where you’re meant to be. A proper, elegant lady like me always takes care of her treats.” She rose one forepaw in mock nobility, pressing it to her chest while lifting her chin with a playful air of grandeur.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, a soft blush coloring her fur. “Oh… perhaps I’m acting a bit childish,” she admitted softly, a giggle escaping her lips.

“But… as long as no one is watching, I suppose it’s perfectly fine.” She glanced around the meadow again, making sure the area was empty, her tail flicking lazily.

“If anyone had been here… well,” she murmured, her grin widening, “I would have enjoyed my meal even more.” Violet leaned back, letting her rounded belly settle beneath her paws, and licked her lips, a satisfied hum rumbling in her chest.

Her tail swayed gently, brushing against the soft grass, and she gently patted her gut again, listening to the faint gurgles from within.

“Mmm… you made yourself comfortable, didn’t you?” she said teasingly, tilting her head with a playful smirk.

“But remember, my dear Nyxara, you’re part of me now. And I am very grateful for your contributions… every bit of it.”

Violet leaned forward slightly, resting her head above her crossed forepaws once more. The faint warmth of the sun touched her fur, highlighting the soft jiggle of her rounder belly and the gentle sway of her hips.

“Yes,” she murmured softly, a purr almost escaping her throat, “I’ve indulged… but it’s okay. Just this once. No one can see… and that’s what makes it fun.”

Her tail flicked lazily, brushing against her ass. She hummed contentedly, feeling the squishy flesh beneath her paws and along her thighs. “And thank you, little kitty… I appreciate every little contribution to my figure,” she whispered, a teasing glint in her eyes.

For a moment, Violet lay in serene contentment, listening to the faint gurgles echoing beneath her fur and feeling the gentle weight of her latest meal. A soft, satisfied sigh escaped her lips as she finally allowed herself to relax, swaying her hips just slightly and letting the warmth of the sun and the lingering fullness soothe her into a calm, playful tranquility.

Violet rose on her feet and sat on her butt, letting the warmth of the meadow and the sun wash over her fur. She tried to hold back the urge to tease Nyxara, but the Meowscarada’s stubbornness and the memories of her struggles won out.

Rolling her eyes playfully, she let out a small giggle and grabbed the folds of her gut with both paws.

“Look at this, Nyxara,” she said, lifting the soft, squishy flesh and shaping it like a mouth. “Oh, what a tiny, troublesome little mouth you’ve made of me!”

She laughed, leaning forward slightly to give it more movement. Then, in a perfectly teasing mimicry, she began to imitate the Meowscarada’s voice:

“Help! I am a tasty Meowscarada who sees herself as a pred!’” Violet’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she shook her gut, making the flesh wobble.

“I am annoying and mischievous, but my flavor makes up for it!” she continued, the folds of her middle bouncing gently with her paws.

“I almost managed to escape, but now I am bouncy fat on this manner maniac’s body!” she added, letting out a playful laugh.

“I am this huge Espeon’s favourite meal and gave her a big stomachache!” Violet’s smirk widened as she let her gut jiggle freely, imagining Nyxara squirming helplessly beneath it.

“My voice is so beautiful I made this oversized feline dance a lot!” She tapped her belly lightly, laughing at the imagined protests inside her.

Violet smirked and continued teasing her prey, shaking her middle slowly as if she could hear the Meowscarada’s muffled complaints.

After a few seconds, she released her grip, letting her belly wobble and settle with a soft, squelching sound. She giggled, giving it gentle rubs in slow circles with both forepaws.

She noticed her middle had grown rounder, standing out more against the morning sun.

“Huh,” she murmured with a sigh full of mischief, “a lady like me must always keep her weight in check… there is a limit, after all.”

Her tail swayed lazily behind her as she added, “I let myself go this time… I really should eat less, schedule more walks, more training… but knowing me, I’ll probably fail.”

Suddenly, her gut let out a wet, bubbling gurgle.

Grrrblhmm…

“Oooogh…”

Violet groaned in mild discomfort, hugging her belly faintly with both forepaws.

“My belly hurts a bit… that’s what I get for having a naughty Meowscarada for lunch.”

She massaged the firm, squishy surface, feeling the folds shift beneath her touch.

A sudden surge of air climbed her throat before she could stop it, and a loud belch escaped her lips:

BWWWWWOOOOOORRRRRRRPPP!!

Her eyes widened in shock as she slapped a paw to her mouth, blushing furiously. She glanced around nervously, her tail flicking, and let out a small, embarrassed giggle.

“Oh… it’s that brat’s fault for making me so gassy,” she muttered, lowering her voice. “A proper lady does not release such… outbursts!”

A soft, pleased gurgle echoed from inside her belly, and Violet’s ears perked up. She lowered her paw and leaned forward slightly, patting her middle with a sigh of relief.

“Mmm… I feel less bloated,” she murmured. Licking her lips, she lowered her head to rest above her crossed forepaws, swaying her rump gently as a satisfied hum escaped her throat.

She glanced over her shoulder to admire her widened thighs and rounded hips. Violet imagined Nyxara trapped beneath the soft flesh, and a mischievous grin spread across her muzzle.

She gave her butt a firm, playful slap, giggling when it jiggled and wobbled before settling again. Her ears and whiskers flicked with delight.

“I wonder… did you have a reviver seed this time?” she mused aloud, tail flicking lazily.

“Because if you did, I might get the chance to enjoy you all over again. Despite your little rebellion, you’re too delicious not to add to my figure… and I wouldn’t mind another round.”

She exhaled softly through her nose. “If not… well, better enjoy being part of this purple manner maniac’s curves forever,” she added between playful giggles.

Violet shifted slightly, letting her belly settle against the grass. “I could go search for berries… some fruit would be nice,” she said, thoughtfully patting her gut.

“But I mustn’t exceed the limit. I don’t want to spoil myself into roundness… I’d start looking more like a Snorlax than an Espeon.”

For the moment, she remained lying on the floor, basking in the sunlight. Her eyes twinkled with mischief, and she couldn’t resist teasing Nyxara further.

“You went to all the right places, dear,” she said, flicking an ear. “You were really fattening… not that I’m complaining,” she added with a swish of her tail.

She suppressed a small burp and patted her side. “If you’re out there… I might allow myself to eat you again. You’re far too tasty to resist.”

Stretching her hindlegs, she noticed it was slightly more difficult than usual. She gave her rump a playful wiggle, chuckling as her belly squished softly beneath her paws.

“You made me lose my composure and stole my prey… truly unbelievable,” she murmured. She gave her middle a slow, affectionate rub, tail swaying behind her.

“You gave me a huge stomachache, but your flavor and struggles… they made it worth it.” She leaned forward slightly, closing her eyes in pleasure at the soft jiggle of her belly.

Her ears flicked, tail swishing lazily as she added, “If you didn’t have a reviver seed… well, no one will claim your reward. I claimed you… literally, haha!”

Finally, Violet’s eyes twinkled once more as she stretched out her full length, a lazy hum escaping her throat.

“I hope to see you again… but not too soon,” she teased, giving her ass one last playful wiggle, “because I have to watch my figure.”

Her tail flicked lazily, her belly gently gurgling beneath her fur, and for a moment, she simply basked in the sunlight, content, playful, and very pleased with her latest indulgence.