Ethan is still trapped in Jolterra’s belly. The smug Jolteon enjoys his struggles a lot and she proudly shows off her round gut and her widened curves after digesting Electivire. While sharing laughs with her crew, she decides to organize a belly rub contest and the loser gets eaten. After a hard work, the captain and her crewmates celebrate their latest victory between laughs, fun and lots of food. Enjoy!

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The deck was buzzing as the crew gathered, muttering among themselves, eyes flicking nervously toward their captain. Chatot darted above, wings flapping furiously, squawking at the top of his lungs.

“Captain Jolterra is summoning the entire crew! Everyone, get ready!” He landed carefully on Jolterra’s extended forepaw, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

“I… I don’t even want to think about what you ate to be this full,” he muttered, feathers ruffling in disbelief.

Jolterra arched a brow, a toothy grin spreading across her face. “Oh? You’re curious, huh? Go on, try to figure it out,” she teased, tapping her enormous, round belly with her other paw. The soft, squishy surface jiggled slightly under her touch, a faint wet gurgle emanating from deep within.

Without warning, her gut twitched violently, thrashing side to side. The thick flesh jiggled and stretched, imprints of unseen struggles appearing briefly on her curving surface before settling back into its natural roundness. From beneath the warm, slick walls, muffled whimpers rose, carried through the haze of stomach fluids.

Chatot’s eyes went wide, feathers standing on end. “Wait… that voice… Ethan?” he squawked, recognition striking him.

Jolterra’s grin widened, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “Jackpot!” she purred, patting her soft gut with the other forepaw as she remained seated on her butt, the thick flesh wobbling slightly with each press. A low, wet gurgle rumbled in response, vibrating the surrounding deck.

From beneath, Ethan’s muffled voice rose, strained and wet. “Chatot… help… please!”

The parrot lowered his head, feathers drooping in sympathy. “I… I wish I could, but once she eats someone, there’s no way out… except for a reviver seed,” he admitted. “She treats it like a time-out—any slip, any slack, she swallows us. It’s a good punishment… in her mind.”

Jolterra chuckled softly, the sound rich and warm, vibrating through her round gut. “Remind me, Chatot… did you enjoy your stay last week when you ate my berries?” she teased, eyes narrowing playfully.

He shrank back slightly. “Don’t… don’t remind me. It was dark and squishy in there…” His voice was shaky, feathers trembling at the memory.

Jolterra sighed, shaking her head in mock exasperation. “No one appreciates my stomach accommodations,” she muttered, tapping the soft, warm flesh of her gut.

The vibration caused a few more wet gurgles, and Ethan squirmed helplessly, pressing his snout and forelegs near her navel to make himself visible.

“Uh… Jolterra… do you actually eat your crew?” he asked, voice strained, dripping with wetness as stomach fluids sloshed around him.

Jolterra smiled casually, ears twitching, and gave a small shrug. “Well… Chatot already told you, didn’t he? And yes, a reviver seed brings them back, but I’ve had the pleasure of tasting nearly everyone in the crew at least once. Everyone… except Slaking. Wonder if I’ll ever find a golden apple to increase my belly capacity…” Her belly jiggled slightly, a wet, warm ripple echoing through the soft flesh, and a low gurgle punctuated her words.

Chatot murmured nervously, feathers bristling. “I… I really hope she never does.”

Jolterra’s ears flicked, the earring swaying with the motion. “Excuse me… did you just say something?”

He squawked quickly, flapping his wings. “N-no! I… I didn’t say anything!”

Inside her soft, quivering belly, Ethan let out a long, muffled groan, the slick walls pressing against him in response to the vibrations. “This… is… the worst… place…” he muttered, lungs burning, tail curling helplessly as his body slid slightly in the viscous, warm fluid.

Jolterra chuckled again, tapping her gut lightly. The wet, rhythmic squelch of her stomach echoed across the deck. “Oh, you all just don’t understand the comforts of being inside your captain… but that’s okay.”

Her soft flab shifted again, teasing Ethan as it pulsed and quivered, the slick, warm walls pressing him further into helpless submission. The haze thickened, the heat rising, and her stomach rumbled hungrily, a low, wet, vibrating gurgle that made even Chatot shiver slightly.

Ethan groaned again, muffled and panicked. “Captain… please… too tight… too hot… can’t breathe…”

Jolterra smirked, brushing her paw along her belly. “Nonsense, my first mate, consider it an exclusive tour.” Her voice carried warmth and amusement, echoing around the slick, squishy walls that pressed and kneaded Ethan relentlessly, the humid, acidic air clinging to his fur.

Jolterra extended her forepaws to the sides, the soft pads pressing lightly against the deck as her crew’s murmurs quieted almost instantly. Her round belly shifted slightly, jiggling with a wet, muffled gurgle as she drew their attention.

“Alright, everyone,” she began, her voice rich and confident, “yesterday, we defeated Electivire’s crew. And I want to recognize all of you, because without your help, I wouldn’t have been able to have so much fun.”

Grimmsnarl raised his fist, chuckling heartily. “Hah! We sure beat them down good, captain!”

Slaking stretched a hand lazily and muttered, “A bit of fighting’s always good. Keeps us sharp.”

Roserade twirled a leaf gracefully. “I finally got to use some of the moves I’ve been practicing. Not bad at all.”

Luxio let out a victorious howl, tail flicking in the air. “We’re the best crew of the seven seas!”

Jolterra’s ears flicked, and she smiled, patting her rounded, jiggling belly with one paw. “That is indeed the case,” she said proudly, rising a forepaw to her chest and lifting her chin in mock nobility, the thick, soft flab wobbling with the motion.

Electabuzz laughed, the crackle of electricity sparking slightly in the air. “Captain Jolterra, your ego is as big as your appetite!”

Jolterra gasped dramatically, slapping a paw to her mouth. “Oh my! Such originality, Electabuzz! You should try harder,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Then, with a gentle pat of her other paw against her belly, she added proudly, “But yes… I am a big eater, and I am proud of it.” A loud, wet gurgle punctuated her words, the sound vibrating through the plump, jiggling curve of her gut.

Combusken crossed his arms, tilting his head. “Captain, who did you eat this time? You look… rather full.”

Jolterra’s grin widened, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “It was just a wingull,” she said casually, licking her lips, “struck by my Thunder… and, of course, my first mate.” She glanced down at her soft, round belly, which subtly shifted with Ethan’s weaker, frantic struggles inside, making tiny bulges ripple across her squishy surface.

“Gotta catch up with one of my most recent rules,” she added to her crew, giving a faint shrug. Most of them barely reacted; after all, many had already experienced her digestive tract firsthand.

Slaking leaned back with a grin, letting out a lazy laugh. “Good thing I’m too big for her to eat… but it’s a perfect opportunity to show the new crewmates just how impressive the captain’s stomach is.”

Jolterra’s belly gurgled again, the sound wet and deep, shifting slightly as Ethan squirmed beneath her skin. She rubbed it lovingly, fingertips sinking into the soft, warm flab as a rush of air climbed her throat.

With a satisfied hum and a small flick of her ears, she released a belch, loud enough to shake her frame slightly but less intense than the last one.

BRRRRRRROOOOOOORRRRRRRRRPPPP!!

The vibrations rippled across her pudgy torso, making the thick, squishy flesh wobble and jiggle. The crew blinked in mild awe, the faint scent of her recent meal mixing with the salty sea air, while Jolterra patted her stomach proudly. “Ahh… that feels better,” she murmured, her eyes closing briefly as the gurgles from inside softened to a gentle, wet hum.

Ethan groaned muffled, squirming as the warm, viscous walls of her stomach pressed him snugly. The damp heat clung to his fur, the acidic tang stinging his nose slightly.

Jolterra’s ears flicked in amusement. “See, first mate? Even your struggles make my belly feel amazing,” she purred, wiggling slightly in her seat so her soft, round gut jiggled with every movement.

Jolterra ran a claw along her teeth, flicking her tongue to clean the corners and licking her lips. She tapped her lips a few times with the scarf tied to her forepaw, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “I’m trying to improve my manners, you know,” she snickered, tilting her head.

Her gut responded with a wetter, gurgling rumble that shook the soft curves of her belly. Jolterra’s eyes widened slightly in mock surprise before a loud belch erupted from her mouth.

BRRRRRREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAARRRRPPPP!!

The force of it sent a few feathers flying, clearly from the wingull she had just eaten, dripping with saliva like confetti raining across the deck. A few small remnants of Electivire’s hat and bag followed, slipping from her jaws with a wet splat and landing in a puddle of drool. The new crewmates froze, jaws slack, eyes wide. Whispers ran through the crowd.

“No way…”

“She really digested Electivire… whole?”

“Her stomach… it can’t be real!”

Jolterra covered her mouth with both forepaws, pretending to be embarrassed. She looked around the assembled crew in silence, her cheeks faintly pink beneath her fur.

Then, lowering a paw, she added teasingly, “I should be ashamed… I can release even louder roars. That was just Electivire’s last goodbye, making sure he was noticed.” She casually wiped her mouth with the back of her paw, smirking.

Grimmsnarl chuckled, slapping a paw on his leg. “That stomach can digest anything, captain!”

Roserade giggled, covering her mouth. “Every captain should be terrified of you!”

Luxio let out a low growl of approval, tail flicking. “Insane… she’s unstoppable!”

Jolterra bowed deeply, her round belly wobbling slightly, flab quivering with each motion. “Thank you, everyone. Your compliments warm me as much as my own stomach.”

She raised a forepaw to quiet the chatter, her eyes glinting. “Yesterday was incredible. The treasure increased, new Pokémon joined our crew, and our victory will be remembered by everyone.” She paused, grinning devilishly, and shifted her hindquarters with a playful sway.

“But most of all…”

She turned, showing off her ample buttocks to the crew, giving them a playful wiggle. With a mischievous grin, she slapped one cheek with a forepaw, the flesh jiggling and wobbling for several seconds before settling. She stuck out her tongue, closed one eye, and rose her hindquarters proudly.

“A worthy rival has been added to my amazing derriere, a trophy to carry with me forever~”

The crew erupted in laughter, cheers, and applause.

“Electivire didn’t see that coming!”

“Part of the captain’s ass… what an honor!”

“He looks great on her!”

“Now he’s part of the best captain of the seven seas!”

Even the former Electivire crewmates stayed silent, unsure whether to laugh or look embarrassed. Jolterra just smirked at them, patting her still-jiggling belly, her round, warm curves shifting gently with every motion. The wet gurgles from inside punctuated her words, a reminder of the chaotic, full power of her gluttonous feats.

Her eyes flicked around the deck as she walked past her crew, her chest puffed slightly, tail flicking, and ears twitching. “A legend of the sea… right here, right now,” she murmured, ears twitching with satisfaction, feeling the soft tremble of her stomach between her legs.

Inside Jolterra, Ethan felt the air grow thinner, every breath more desperate than the last. He pressed his forepaws and face against the thick, muscular stomach walls, tried to push, to stretch, to create any space, but all he managed were small bulges that rippled briefly along the pendulous curvature of Jolterra’s belly before it settled back with a soft wobble.

The damp heat pressed against his fur, clung to him as the acids lapped hungrily around him. Beside him, the Wingull remained unconscious, floated in the slick, viscous fluids, adding to the claustrophobic, oppressive atmosphere.

Ethan groaned and coughed, gagged at the pungent stench that saturated the chamber. “C-come on… this is ridiculous…” he muffled, pressed his face further into the squishy wall.

Each heartbeat Jolterra emitted sent another pulse through the flesh, mixed wet gurgles with the rhythmic thud of her chest. He covered his face with his forepaws, blushed furiously at the thought that he would make his crush chubbier.

From outside, Jolterra’s cheerful voice cut through. “Electivire isn’t getting a reviver seed! His fate was to pad me out from the very beginning!” She smirked, glanced over her shoulder, and patted the side of her soft, jiggling belly. “Unlike my amazing first mate,” she added with a teasing glance.

Jolterra’s gut churned violently. The walls clenched tighter, forced him to cough as the heat intensified and the acids rose, clinging to his fur and soaking his limbs.

Wet gurgles rippled all around him, mixed with the pounding of Jolterra’s heartbeat, and the oppressive scent nearly overwhelmed him. “N-no… please…” he muttered, but it was hopeless; her grip didn’t loosen until digestion was complete.

Jolterra’s voice rang out to her crew. “And thanks to Ethan, our first mate, we’ve deciphered the map that leads to the island we’ve been looking for! Let’s give him a round of applause!”

The crew cheered loudly, some teasingly. “Way to go, Ethan! Even from inside there, you’re doing a great job!”

“Don’t let her squish you too hard!” someone called, laughter in their voice.

Combusken raised his hand, and Jolterra nodded. “Yes? Tell me your question.”

Combusken hesitated. “Captain, why did you eat Ethan if he didn’t do anything wrong?”

Jolterra rose a forepaw to her chin, tapped it thoughtfully as she remained seated, her chest rose and fell with each breath. A few seconds passed before she smirked and said, “Nothing is coming to mind. I just wanted to.”

The crew froze. Their eyes widened. A few gasps rippled through them. “She just ate him because she wanted to?”

Jolterra winked, licked her lips slowly, then rubbed her round, pendulous belly with a soft, deliberate motion. “Anyone could be next to spend some quality time in my gut~” Her voice took on a sing-song tone, teasing. “Don’t worry, you’ll get a reviver seed afterwards…”

The new crewmates exchanged nervous chuckles, glanced at one another. The seriousness of her words was clear in her grin, the subtle sway of her belly, and the soft gurgling beneath her paw.

Inside, Ethan tried to protest, his muffled voice barely audible. “Jol…terra… st-stop—”

A sharp slap from her forepaw interrupted him, sent a tremor through the flesh around him. The stomach wobbled and sloshed violently, the viscous fluids shifted him against the walls, and he let out a muffled yelp as he struggled to maintain balance.

Jolterra chuckled, felt the ticklish sensation of her meals moving inside her belly. She patted her gut, smirked. “Heh… you’re keeping me entertained, first mate.”

The acids lapped hungrily around him, the heat pressed against every inch of his body, and the wet gurgles continued their symphony, echoed Jolterra’s triumphant laughter through the fleshy chamber.

The tight, humid warmth surrounded him completely, every squishy movement created waves that tossed him lightly, blended discomfort with the ticklish teasing of her giant, gluttonous stomach.

Jolterra kept showing off her curvy body, swaying her hips as she walked across the deck. She paused in the center, grinning widely, and said, “Alright, everyone! Time to celebrate a belly rub contest~” She slapped her round belly lightly, making it groan, and a muffled yelp echoed faintly from inside.

Her ears flicked with amusement as she added, “The loser becomes the next one to be eaten!” She licked her lips, eyes glinting with mischief, and watched as her crew exchanged nervous, uncertain looks.

With a dramatic point of her extended forepaw, she singled out Slaking. “And you, big guy… once I find that golden apple to increase my stomach capacity, you won’t be avoiding your stomach time-outs much longer. Down the hatch you go~”

Slaking chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. She better never find that golden apple… he thought, eyes flicking anxiously to her pendulous belly.

Inside Jolterra, the digestion continued relentlessly. The viscous fluids fully coated the unconscious wingull, keeping it completely submerged. Ethan struggled, pressing against the muscular stomach walls, trying to create some breathing room.

The walls yielded just slightly before squeezing him even tighter, reducing every inch of available space. He panted harshly, sweat coating his fur as the oppressive heat pressed against him.

“Ugh… I… can barely breathe…” he groaned in a muffled voice, dragging his forepaws across the slick, slimy walls in a vain attempt to stretch them. Each attempt was met with the damp, elastic resistance of her thick, squishy stomach.

The foul stench of half-digested food and stomach acids burned his nostrils. Every inhalation scorched his throat and lungs. Gurgles reverberated all around him, synchronized with Jolterra’s heartbeat, and the slick fluids kept rising steadily, lapping against his fur and coating him further.

“Why… does it… feel like this… every single time?” Ethan whimpered, eyes watering, half-choking on the thick, humid air. The slick walls squelched against his paws with each futile push, and the relentless motion of her gut pressed him down, forcing him to collapse slightly into the acidic pool beneath him.

A louder, wet gurgle rolled through Jolterra’s belly, shaking the fleshy chamber and tossing him against the walls. Ethan flailed weakly, muffled yelps escaping as his head splashed in the slick fluids. “It… won’t… stop…!” he gasped, each breath heavier and more agonizing than the last.

Outside, Jolterra’s eyes sparkled as she rubbed her belly gently, feeling the tiny movements of her meals inside. “Mmm~ My belly’s so warm and cozy, don’t you just want to stay inside forever?” she teased, smirking as she imagined Ethan squirming helplessly, the wet gurgles punctuating her words.

Ethan groaned again, his voice muffled by the slick walls and acid-coated fur. “Please… just… let me… stretch…”

Jolterra’s tail swayed lazily, brushing the deck as she chuckled. “Stretch all you want, first mate… but you belong to my belly now~” She gave her gut a soft, affectionate pat, and another low gurgle rippled through the chamber, making Ethan’s fur slick and sticky, his muscles ache, and the heat press even harder against him.

The damp warmth, the relentless squish, the smell, and the sticky fluids combined into a suffocating cocoon. Ethan’s eyes watered, his throat burned, and he gasped for every shallow breath, trying to endure the full, torturous sensory assault of Jolterra’s greedy, gluttonous stomach.

“Ugh… so… gross… so… hot…” he whimpered, muffled against the squishy walls, helpless beneath her relentless, digestive embrace.

Jolterra smirked, ears flicking with amusement. “Don’t think just because I’ve got some extra curves and pig out every now and then I’ve slowed down,” she called, voice playful and teasing.

“I’m as fast as ever—maybe even faster with a little extra pudge to decorate me~” She tilted her head, remembering when she was thinner. Still beautiful… she thought to herself, and this extra pudge feels pretty cozy.

She leapt toward a mast with a confident grin, propelling herself with her powerful hindlegs. Her forepaws reached a rope dangling above, and she grabbed it, holding tight. With a twist of her body, she began spinning like a circus performer, the motion making her thick frame sway with rhythm.

Inside, Ethan groaned, his body slammed from side to side with each spin. “Ugh… dizzy… so dizzy…” he murmured, trying to grab onto the slick stomach walls for some semblance of stability. The viscous fluids splashed against him with each toss, coating his fur more heavily and leaving a slick, sticky layer that made his movements sluggish and uncomfortable.

From the deck, the crew erupted in cheers, clapping and hollering at her daring agility. “Whoa! Look at her go!” shouted Roserade. “She’s incredible!”

One of the newest crewmates, a wide-eyed Simisage, glanced at Machamp. “Is she always like this?” he asked, eyes following Jolterra’s graceful, spinning form.

Machamp grinned, giving the young monkey a soft pat on the back. “Yep. You’ll never get bored with Captain Jolterra. Welcome to the crew, pal.”

Two other new crewmates, recently recruited from Electivire’s crew, muttered to each other under their breath. Ambipom, who had been Jolterra’s unexpected landing target during the battle, leaned toward his partner, a Darmanitan. “She’s… a little weird, I guess,” he murmured, face reddening slightly, “and her shenanigans are… well… strange, but she seems nice. Just like the rest of her crew.”

Darmanitan nodded slowly, eyes still on Jolterra as she spun and twisted. “Yeah… everyone’s been so welcoming,” he admitted. “And… she’s… beautiful. And strong… and that body…” His face flushed deeper as he trailed off. He glanced at Ambipom, whispering, “What… what did you feel when she… landed on you?”

Ambipom groaned loudly, covering his face with a paw. “Don’t… don’t bring that up…” he muttered, squirming slightly, the memory still fresh and slightly mortifying.

Jolterra, aware of their whispered chatter, laughed softly as she finished her spin, the rope swinging her lightly and her thick frame swaying in rhythm.

Her hindquarters bounced slightly with the motion, and a faint gurgle echoed from her belly where Ethan struggled, mixing with the wet, squishy sound of the stomach fluids.

Inside, Ethan groaned again, muffled and helpless. “Ugh… spinning… can’t… keep… balance…” The slick stomach walls pushed against him, the heat and dampness pressing him down while the relentless gurgles of Jolterra’s digestion pulsed around him, each movement tossing him further into the viscous embrace of her gut.

Outside, the crew cheered, oblivious to the muffled chaos inside their captain, clapping for her skill and agility, eyes wide as Jolterra grinned, licking her lips and adjusting her scarf-tied forepaw.

“Thank you, everyone! You’ll get used to my… eccentricities soon enough~” she teased, spinning the rope once more for dramatic flair, her body thick, supple, and alive with energy.

Ethan whimpered, muffled, shaking his head. “Why… always… like this…” The slick walls slid against him with each toss, her heartbeats and wet gurgles echoing through the fleshy chamber, making his stomach churn and lungs ache, every sense overwhelmed by the humid, acidic, warm prison Jolterra’s body had become.

Jolterra’s ears flicked sharply, catching every word Ambipom and Darmanitan murmured about her. A sly grin spread across her face, ears swaying as she twirled the rope with a flourish.

She let go, spinning gracefully through the air, knees pressed tight to her chest and her forepaws wrapped around them. Inside, Ethan groaned faintly, muffled and frustrated, but Jolterra ignored him completely, focusing on the audience below.

The crew gasped and cheered at her agility, clapping as she twisted midair with the ease of a seasoned acrobat. She landed with a soft thud in front of Ambipom and Darmanitan, the impact sending a shiver up their spines.

Both froze, eyes wide, hoping desperately she hadn’t heard their whispers. Jolterra tilted her head to the side, a wide toothy grin spreading across her face. One ear flicked teasingly, the earring swaying, as she purred, “Oh? Did you two think I didn’t hear a thing?”

Ambipom’s ears flattened and he gulped, while Darmanitan’s arms went rigid. The rest of the crew turned to watch the exchange, some smirking, some shaking their heads. Jolterra chuckled, lowering herself onto her rump as she continued.

“It’s completely normal to be captivated by my captivating figure,” she said, pride lacing every word. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to my eccentric personality soon enough~” She paused, glancing over her shoulder at the rest of the crew, who cheered and nodded in agreement.

Ambipom tried to mumble an apology, but Jolterra lifted a forepaw and tapped his cheek playfully, then grabbed both their cheeks gently, squeezing them with a teasing pressure.

“I’m happy to have new pals aboard, truly,” she added, chuckling as Darmanitan squirmed and Ambipom’s face turned crimson. “But… that doesn’t excuse you from spending a little time in my gut when I see fit~” A wet gurgle rumbled from her stomach, punctuating the warning.

She rose smoothly onto her feet, thick thighs shifting under her weight, and gave her rump a playful wiggle. Ambipom and Darmanitan instinctively turned away, cheeks burning hotter as the motion made her flab jiggle with a faint, squishy blorp sound.

Jolterra sauntered toward them, hips swaying, voice teasing: “See? Thick girls like me are appreciated, aren’t we lucky?” She winked at them, then spun lightly on her hindlegs before striding back to the center of the ship, the sway of her ass punctuated by soft gurgles from her stomach.

Inside, Ethan was slammed against the stomach walls once more, the viscous fluids splashing over his fur and coating him as Jolterra’s movements shifted her gut.

Each motion pressed him against the warm, squishy curvature, the damp heat clinging to him while the faint gurgles and thuds of her digestion echoed around him.

He muffled a groan, feeling the relentless squeeze of her stomach walls and imagining the teasing grin on her face as she taunted the two new crewmates outside.

Jolterra turned her head, licking her lips with a satisfied smile. “I’m glad you both appreciate a thick girl,” she said, voice light and teasing.

“Just remember, you might get more up-close experience than you expected~”

Her stomach gave a soft, wet blorp, as if in agreement, making Ambipom squeak and Darmanitan flinch. The rest of the crew erupted in laughter, clapping and teasing the two new recruits, while Jolterra’s ears flicked with contentment, proud and playful all at once.

Jolterra remained seated, her thick frame settling comfortably on the deck as she placed both forepaws on her round belly. She rubbed it slowly, affectionately, ears flicking as she stuck her tongue out in playful satisfaction.

“Mmm… Ethan’s really earning his title as the best inner massager for my belly~” she said with a satisfied purr. “It’s such a shame he was retired for so long… I could’ve eaten him so many times during those months.” She patted her gut fondly, then leaned forward and gave it a mischievous little kiss.

The crew burst into loud laughter at the display. Some doubled over, others clapped their hands on their knees, while even the newer crewmates exchanged awkward looks before forcing out uneasy chuckles to join in.

Inside, Ethan’s muffled voice suddenly rose, sharper and more frustrated. He pressed his forepaws and legs against the stomach walls, causing Jolterra’s belly to bulge outward in uneven shapes before the elastic flesh pushed him back and settled again.

“I am a certified archaeologist and first mate of this ship!” he shouted, voice distorted by the thick layers of flesh and fluid. “Not Jolteon chow! And I do NOT want the title of ‘best belly rub provider’!!”

The crew erupted again, laughing and jeering. “Too late, first mate!” someone called. “You’ve got a permanent job now!” another added. “Better not get too comfy in there!”

Jolterra simply chuckled, patting her belly again. “Oh, you can have all those titles, Ethan~” she said in a sing-song tone, making the Umbreon groan in defeat as he tried to find even a slightly less suffocating position inside the shifting, squelching space.

The faint, sporadic movements inside her gut made her purr softly, her cheeks tinting faintly as she smiled to herself. The subtle pressure of his struggling caused her stomach to ripple gently beneath her paws.

“You know…” she added casually, tilting her head, “every time I eat someone, it’s almost like I’m pregnant or something.” She paused, then immediately waved a paw dismissively. “But nope! Not interested in that. My talent is mine alone, and it’s not going to any offspring~”

The crew laughed again. Electabuzz crossed his arms with a grin. “Well, nobody knows where the sea’s gonna take us anyway.”

Grimmsnarl chuckled loudly. “She’ll always be Captain Jolterra, no matter what.”

Roserade rolled her eyes, smiling despite herself. “The ship would definitely be livelier if her offspring were even half as energetic as she is.”

More laughter followed, the deck buzzing with noise and energy until Jolterra lifted a forepaw sharply.

“Alright, alright! Line up, everyone!” she announced. “Time for the belly rubbing contest.” Her eyes gleamed mischievously. “Each of you gets ten seconds to give me a good belly rub… or you might be the next ones filling my gut~” She licked her lips slowly, anticipation clear in her tone.

The crew quickly shuffled into place, some nervous, some excited, some pretending not to be intimidated by her soft belly as it gently rose and fell with each breath.

Jolterra then turned her head toward Slaking. “You,” she said firmly, pointing at him. “Rise the anchor and take the rudder. We’ve rested long enough—the sea awaits.”

Slaking nodded, rolling his shoulders as he stood. “Aye, Captain.”

Jolterra smirked, glancing at him. “Don’t be offended… but your belly rubs are too rough, and you’re too big for me to eat…” she teased, pausing just long enough for him to raise an eyebrow—“…until I find a golden apple~”

Slaking let out a low chuckle as he obeyed, heading toward his duties. Please never find that thing… he thought with a grin. After everything he’d heard from the others, he had absolutely no desire to ever experience what it was like inside her stomach himself.

Jolterra lay on her back across the deck, her belly rising and falling slowly with each relaxed breath. The rounded surface shifted softly, dimpling slightly under its own weight as she patted it with a contented smile.

“Mmm, it’s taking a bit longer than expected to turn my latest meal into proper nutrients and pudge,” she said lazily, one forepaw resting against her cheek. “I was hoping all of you would help speed things up with those amazing belly rubs of yours~”

Inside, Ethan groaned faintly, pressing upward as his head pushed against the inner surface of her stomach. The belly bulged outward in a soft, rounded protrusion for a moment.

Jolterra rolled her eyes and lightly clenched a forepaw into a fist. With a playful thump, she tapped the exact spot where his head had risen. The bulge flattened immediately as he was pushed back into the squishy confines.

“EEK!” Ethan yelped, muffled and startled, swallowed back into the shifting warmth.

Jolterra chuckled, lazily rubbing her stomach in slow circles. Her ears flicked with amusement. “No objections in the digestion room~” she teased. “You’ve got digestion to catch up on.”

She snapped her fingers. “Alright—first one. Electabuzz, come here.”

Electabuzz swallowed hard as he stepped forward. His hands hovered uncertainly before pressing against her soft, yielding belly.

The surface gave easily under his touch, sinking inward with a warm, elastic resistance that shifted slightly beneath his palms. He began rubbing cautiously at first, then with more confidence as Jolterra’s relaxed expression encouraged him.

“Mmm… that’s it,” Jolterra purred. “Your rubs are always good.”

Electabuzz let out a nervous laugh. “Y-yeah, no problem, Captain,” he said, though internally he thought, Still pretty unlikely she actually eats me… probably.

After ten seconds, Jolterra waved a paw. “Next.”

Machamp stepped forward with a confident grin, flexing slightly as all four of his arms came into play. He placed them on her belly and began rubbing in coordinated motions. The effect was immediate—Jolterra’s eyes fluttered and she let out a faint, pleased gasp.

“O-oh… having four arms is amazing for belly rubs…” she admitted, voice softer with pleasure.

Machamp chuckled awkwardly, cheeks darkening. “Glad to be of service, Captain.”

Nearby, Electabuzz crossed his arms and huffed. “Not fair… he’s got four arms…” he muttered under his breath.

Machamp stepped back after his turn, and Jolterra pointed lazily to the next. “Roserade.”

Roserade approached with a calm expression, placing her hands gently on the captain’s belly. Her touch was lighter, more delicate—gliding rather than pressing. The surface rippled subtly under her movements.

Jolterra tilted her head. “Hmm, soft,” she commented. “Not uncomfortable… but I prefer a bit more pressure.” She smiled faintly. “Still, that’s just a personal preference.”

Roserade raised an eyebrow. “Well, I hope that’s enough to keep me from being eaten,” she replied, continuing her gentle motions.

Jolterra smirked, licking her lips slowly. “I’ll announce the winner… or loser soon,” she said playfully, stretching the words as her belly gave a soft, contented glrrrk beneath the attention. “Depending on how you all want to see it~”

The crew laughed nervously and excitedly, the deck filled with chatter as the contest continued, all while Jolterra lay back relaxed and smiling, her round stomach shifting softly under each set of hands.

Inside Jolterra, Ethan groaned as the crew’s rubs pressed against him, squeezing him into the slick, squishy walls of her gut.

Every movement reduced the little space he had, forcing him to twist and push back against the damp, warm, acidic lining. His fur stuck to the slick surfaces, and each small shove of his limbs made him slide uncomfortably.

Above, Jolterra’s paws descended with playful precision, booping the small bulges that rose on her rounded gut. “Hehe, look at that, little buddy,” she teased, flicking her ears. “Struggling so much, you make me purr~”

Ethan muffled a complaint, his face pressed against the slick wall. “Jolterra… too tight… ugh…”

She chuckled, rubbing the round swell and smirking. “You’re so cute when you try~”

Once most of the crew finished their rubs, Ambipom stepped forward slowly, trembling slightly with wide eyes fixed on Jolterra’s belly. Jolterra’s grin spread across her face. “I hope my belly is as soft as my thighs,” she said, winking at him. “Remember how I landed on you, hmm?”

Ambipom’s blush deepened as he hesitated, then slowly extended his tails toward her round, squishy belly. The tips pressed against her slick, warm curves, and he began to rub eagerly.

Jolterra stuck her tongue out, closing one eye teasingly. “Hehe… you were dying to rub my belly, weren’t you?” she teased, the wet gurgles of her stomach punctuating her words.

Around them, the crew murmured in quiet awe. “Look at him… he’s so happy,” one whispered.

“Yeah… she got really soft after digesting Electivire,” said another, eyes tracing the gentle swell of Jolterra’s rounded curves as Ambipom rubbed her belly.

Jolterra flicked an ear, hearing their chatter, but ignored it, too focused on the kneading sensations Ambipom provided. She purred softly, leaning back slightly to accentuate the curves of her stomach, feeling each squeeze and squish of her latest meal inside.

Ethan pressed against the slick walls, letting out a muffled whine. “Mmmpf… too… squishy…!”

As the 10 seconds neared their end, Jolterra’s gut rumbled sharply, letting out a deafening gurgle that echoed across the deck and through her stomach. Ambipom froze, eyes widening in panic, ready to pull back.

Jolterra’s forepaws shot out, gripping his tails and dragging him toward her soft, rounded belly. Ambipom landed atop the squishy surface, and inside, Ethan let out a muffled “mmph!” as the sudden motion threw him off balance, sliding slightly against the slick walls.

Before Ambipom could recover, Jolterra grinned, sensing her chance. She wrapped her forepaws around his back, pinning him gently but firmly, leaving his face mere inches from her muzzle.

Her ears flicked and her cheeks puffed as a louder, wetter gurgle shook her pudgy frame, a rush of warm, pressurized air sliding up her esophagus.

Ambipom’s wide eyes reflected both awe and panic as Jolterra’s grip kept him pinned in place, leaving him helpless against the cozy, squishy force of her body.

Ethan groaned again, muffled, pressed against the undulating walls. “Ah… c-crazy…”

Jolterra chuckled, patting her round gut and leaning slightly forward. “Hehe… no escaping me now~” she purred, the damp warmth and gurgling pressure wrapping around her latest guests like a living, squishy trap.

Jolterra kept her mouth shut, cheeks puffing slightly as she concentrated, wondering if she could beat her last record and hold in the oncoming belch.

Her forepaws clutched Ambipom’s back with iron strength, preventing him from wiggling free, while her ears flicked and twitched with the effort.

Ambipom strained, tails flailing slightly, muttering, “H-Hey… uh… let me go! Captain, that’s…!” but Jolterra’s grip didn’t loosen an inch.

Inside her, Ethan’s pupils shrank as the fleshy chamber shook violently with each pulse of her stomach. The gurgles grew wetter, echoing with a sticky, squelchy resonance that coated his fur in slick digestive fluids.

He tried to press his back against the ceiling of her stomach, clawing and pushing with all his might, but the walls were too strong. The slick lining squished around him, sloshing and rolling over his limbs, trapping him in the oppressive heat. “Ngh… too… strong…” he groaned muffledly, gagging slightly as the acidic warmth clung to his fur.

Jolterra’s eyes narrowed, a mischievous glint lighting them up. “Not yet… almost… hold it…” she murmured, feeling the pressure building, the thunderous sensation pressing from deep within her esophagus.

Ambipom’s ears twitched nervously, sweat—or rather, fur-moisture—clinging to his brow.

And then Jolterra’s control finally snapped. With a tremendous, guttural roar, she released a thunderous belch right into Ambipom’s face:

BRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!!!

The force of the belch pushed Ambipom’s head back violently, droplets of saliva flying and sticking to his fur, some landing along his tails. He blinked rapidly, struggling to regain balance, shivering slightly from the raw intensity of the outburst.

Inside her, Ethan was tossed from side to side like a ragdoll, slick fluids splashing over his body as the damp heat intensified. His eyes watered, fur plastered to his face and limbs, as he groaned muffledly, “Ngh… not… again…” The squishy, undulating walls kept kneading him, compressing and sloshing, leaving him utterly helpless.

After a few seconds, Jolterra snapped her jaws shut with a satisfied smirk. She licked her lips and tapped them with the scarf tied to her forepaw, exhaling deeply.

“Ahhh… thank you, Ambipom, and everyone else. That was perfect—finally got all that trapped air out. I feel so much lighter now~”

Ambipom staggered, wobbling on his feet, head spinning from the sheer force. Before he could topple onto the deck, Simisage and Crawdaunt caught him, steadying him gently. He gave a shaky laugh, brushing saliva off his fur, muttering, “Whoa… captain… that… was insane…”

Jolterra chuckled, flicking her ears and patting her round gut. “Hehe… my belches are like cannonballs! Don’t worry, you’ll get used to them eventually~”

The crew around them murmured, half in awe, half in laughter. Grimmsnarl rubbed his jaw, shaking his head. “You’re terrifying and amazing all at once.”

Electabuzz chuckled nervously, saying, “Seriously, that was like being hit by a tidal wave, but from her mouth.”

Jolterra smirked, licking her lips again, eyes twinkling mischievously. “Exactly~ You all just witnessed why a legend of the sea needs some extra curves. Now, let’s see who lost the contest~”

Inside her, Ethan groaned, slick and heated, squeezing his paws against the walls as the fluids clung to him. “I… I hate this… so… gross…” he muttered, feeling the last tremors of her massive belch ripple across the chamber, barely able to catch his breath in the dense, damp heat.

Jolterra’s purr rumbled faintly through the deck as she rubbed her gut, feeling every ripple and squish, completely satisfied with the chaos she had just unleashed.

Jolterra couldn’t help but laugh, the sound rolling across the deck like thunder. “Ambipom should’ve seen his face when I struck him with my battle roar!” she said, snickering as she cleaned her teeth with a sharp claw, yawning widely.

Her maw stretched open, revealing the deep blackness behind her uvula, drawing the eyes of many crew members who couldn’t help but stare for a moment before she snapped her jaws shut with a playful click. She scratched her side with a forepaw, sitting on her butt before slowly rising to her feet.

She cleared her throat, tapping her chin thoughtfully with a forepaw as her round belly hung between her legs, wobbling slightly with the motion. Sporadic gurgles and muffled groans echoed from inside her, the Umbreon trapped within barely able to stay awake.

Ethan’s fur clung to him as he tried to adjust, the oppressive heat of the chamber making it hard to breathe, his claws slick with stomach fluids. He blushed faintly, imagining how chubby he was going to make his captain and how much she was going to tease him.

The scarf tied to Jolterra’s forepaw swayed gently in the breeze as her gaze swept over each member of the crew, eyes gleaming with mischievous anticipation.

“And the one to spend some quality time in my stomach for giving the worst belly rubs is…”

She paused dramatically, letting the tension build, a slow, teasing chuckle escaping her lips.

A few crew members murmured nervously, exchanging glances.

Jolterra rolled her shoulders, smirking. “I’ll announce it tomorrow~” she said, her voice light but full of authority.

The crew erupted in complaints, a chorus of “What?!” and “No way, Captain!” echoing across the deck. Electabuzz raised an eyebrow, muttering, “She’s serious… isn’t she?”

Jolterra chuckled at the outburst. “A little suspense is always fun~” she teased. Ethan tried to protest, his muffled voice rising weakly, “Jolterra… c’mon…” but she ignored him entirely.

She sat back on her ass and grabbed her sides, shaking her belly with playful force. The motion caused Ethan to be tossed from side to side, flailing helplessly as the slick, viscous fluids splashed around him, coating his fur as he spun inside her.

“Hngh…ugh…nooo…” he groaned, claws pressing against the stomach walls as they kneaded him mercilessly, the heat and dampness pressing into every inch of his body.

Jolterra laughed, the sound bubbling like electricity. “I hope you give me five stars for the accommodations, hm?” she teased, patting her round gut with a soft, jiggling press. The gurgles from inside her were louder now, mixing with Ethan’s muffled protests, and she let out a small sigh of contentment.

“Honestly,” she continued, smirking at the crew, “being inside my belly is an experience like no other. You all should be taking notes~”

The crew exchanged nervous glances, some trying to hide amused grins while others shook their heads in disbelief. “I… I don’t want to be next,” muttered one of the newer crewmates, voice trembling as Jolterra’s belly wobbled again, sending another jolt through the squishy chamber.

Inside her, Ethan groaned, trying to brace himself against the relentless kneading, the slick, acidic fluids clinging to him, smelling faintly of Jolterra’s previous meals and warmth. He shivered as her belly walls pressed and massaged him from all sides.

“Hhh… s-stopping… never…” he mumbled, barely able to focus, while Jolterra simply laughed, enjoying every quiver and gurgle, completely at ease with the chaos she created.

“See? This is why you all love having a legend of the sea as your captain~” she teased, bouncing lightly on her butt to add a little jiggle to her frame. The crew laughed nervously, some cheering, others muttering about how terrifying—and oddly entertaining—she truly was.

Inside, Ethan could only groan again, the squelchy heat pressing against him, the stomach walls gently sloshing him with every subtle movement. “Five stars…yeah…right…” he whimpered, feeling utterly trapped but powerless to resist Jolterra’s playful torment.

Jolterra’s ears flicked, her grin widening as she rubbed her belly lovingly. “Ahh… you’ll get used to it eventually~” she purred, letting the muffled gurgles and Ethan’s protests mingle in a symphony of squishy chaos.

Jolterra stretched her arms with a satisfied grin. “Alright, everyone~ it’s the perfect time for a party!” she announced loudly, her voice carrying across the deck. “We just took down Electivire’s crew, and we’ve got new members aboard—so we celebrate properly!”

She pointed a forepaw toward the horizon. “We’ll stop after two hours, though. It’ll get dark soon, and I don’t want anyone slacking off when night hits. Most of you—back to your duties! The rest of you, start preparing a feast worthy of this crew!”

A chorus of “Aye, Captain!” erupted as the crew quickly dispersed. Some headed for sails and rigging, others toward storage and cooking supplies, the deck filling with organized chaos and excited chatter.

Jolterra moved with them, helping where she could, stepping lightly despite her round belly swaying with each motion. She climbed up to the crow’s nest and peered through the telescope, her eye widening as she adjusted it. “Heh… there it is,” she muttered with a grin. “Found the island.”

Combusken crossed his arms below. “Captain… shouldn’t you really stop working? What about… you know… finishing digestion?”

Jolterra gasped dramatically, placing a paw over her mouth before breaking into a confident grin. “Oh please~ a small meal like that? That won’t slow me down at all!” she said proudly.

Ethan’s muffled voice tried to rise from within her, a faint, “Hey—wait I—!”

A sharp slap from Jolterra’s forepaw cut him off mid-protest. The impact made her belly wobble and slosh heavily for a moment before settling again.

She barely blinked. Ethan let out a strained “Mmph!” and went quiet, the motion leaving him briefly disoriented as the cramped, shifting interior settled back into steady, muffled movement.

The afternoon rolled on with steady work. Jolterra assisted wherever she was needed—hauling ropes, directing crew, even lifting crates with surprising ease for someone of her build. She proudly avoided the kitchen, smirking whenever someone glanced her way. “Cooking’s not my thing~ but I supervise excellently,” she insisted, earning a few amused eye-rolls.

When the sun began to dip low and painted the sea in orange light, Jolterra clapped her paws together. “Machamp! Lower the anchor!” she ordered. “Everyone’s earned themselves an amazing feast! And especially those who cooked—nice work!”

The crew cheered as tables were set across the deck. The spread was enormous: berries, fresh fish, roasted meat, vegetables, sauces, and even bottles of wine and beer. The air filled with laughter and celebration.

Jolterra finally sat down heavily on her rump, her belly resting between her legs, rising and falling with slow, content breaths. The crew turned toward her, waiting for their captain’s words.

Before she could speak, Ethan’s muffled voice suddenly pushed through again. “I-I want to get out! I want to—!”

He pressed forward from inside her, briefly pushing against the stomach wall, stretching a noticeable bulge that rose along her rounded belly. For a moment, his head and forepaws became faintly visible beneath the surface as he struggled.

GRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAANNN!

But a deep, loud gurgle rolled through Jolterra’s stomach, interrupting him mid-sentence. The motion forced him to lose air, and his form slowly sank back into the shifting interior until he was no longer visible. The belly settled again, though faint, sporadic gurgles still echoed under her skin.

The entire crew went silent for a beat, staring at her rounded stomach in stunned disbelief.

Jolterra simply rolled her shoulder, unbothered. “You all really shouldn’t be surprised anymore,” she said casually, patting her belly once as her ears flicked. “This is normal around here.”

She leaned back slightly, still seated, her tone relaxed. “Well, looks like he won’t be joining us tonight. Doesn’t matter—we’ve got plenty of parties aboard this ship.”

A small, satisfied sigh escaped her, followed by a light burp she covered lazily with the scarf tied to her forepaw, trying to look elegant for a second before dropping the act entirely.

She pressed a paw to her side and smirked. “And honestly… I’m still hungry after all that~” she admitted casually, her belly giving a slow, content gurgle beneath her hand as the feast began around her.

Jolterra felt her body beginning the next phase of digestion, a warm, tight satisfaction spreading through her gut. She leaned back slightly, patting her round belly with a forepaw and flicking her ears, smiling as she addressed the crew. “Alright, everyone, take a seat and enjoy the party! Plenty of food and drink for everyone~”

The deck buzzed with laughter and chatter, clinking glasses and the occasional cheer echoing over the waves.

Jolterra ate heartily, a wide variety of foods vanishing between her jaws—berries, roasted fish, meats, even some pastries.

She smacked her lips loudly, patting her swelling belly, and muttered with a small hiccup, “A legend of the sea must stay well fed.”

A few of the newer crewmates exchanged murmurs, their eyes wide. “Her stomach… it’s bottomless…” one whispered, barely audible over the general hubbub.

Jolterra, a bit drunk, swayed slightly, her glass in one paw, her other paw tapping her gut as a hiccup escaped her lips. “Mmm… a little more wine, please~” she said with a smirk, the liquid sloshing faintly in her wooden cup.

Suddenly, she pushed herself to her hindlegs, rising to the table and grinning mischievously. “Time to show you how a proper legend of the sea bellydances~” she announced.

Her thick hips began to sway like a professional dancer, her thick frame moving with uncanny grace. The crew erupted into cheers and laughter, clapping in rhythm with her movements.

Jolterra sprinted across the deck, leaping to the mast, her forepaws gripping ropes as she performed acrobatics, flipping and spinning with a surprising lightness. “Who said thick can’t be agile?!” she called out, landing lightly with her belly giving a faint jiggle that had a few new crewmates gawking.

The party carried on in full swing. Some members arm-wrestled, others played cards, a few strummed instruments, some danced, and many ate and drank. Jolterra occasionally laughed, letting her mouth full of berries clack as she chewed with delight.

At one point, Combusken got a bit too curious—or bold—and found himself trapped in Jolterra’s jaws halfway down her throat. Machamp and Grimmsnarl scrambled, trying to pull him free.

“She’s too strong!” Machamp groaned, straining as Jolterra’s jaws held firm.

“Come on, Captain, let him go!” Grimmsnarl added, tugging at Combusken’s legs.

Jolterra’s deep, amused laugh rumbled across the deck. “Nope~ I am having a taste test!” she teased, her teeth keeping the hapless bird trapped as he struggled.

Machamp yelped, “We can’t pull him out!”

Jolterra tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and let out a long, throaty laugh. “Indeed~ I have been training since I was a cute Eevee!” she said, her voice light and teasing, shoulders rolling casually as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The fighting-type tried tickling her fleshy walls with his claws in desperation, eliciting a loud, involuntary laugh from Jolterra.

“Hahaha—okay, okay! I yield~” she gasped, spitting him out with a loud PTOOOOOOO!. Combusken landed with a wet splat on the deck, saliva dripping down his feathers, and Machamp and Grimmsnarl toppled onto their backs, laughing uncontrollably at the chaos.

Jolterra rolled her eyes, still smirking. “Smart… but next time, you’re going straight down.”

Combusken shook himself off, sputtering, “Hey! I was not the loser of the content!”

Jolterra flicked her ears and leaned back, patting her round belly. “Doesn’t matter. I just wanted to eat you~” she added with a playful shrug, letting her gut jiggle faintly as the crew roared with laughter.

The deck was alive with food, cheer, and the warm, earthy gurgles of Jolterra’s belly, echoing beneath her skin as she reveled in the chaotic, joyful celebration.

A few hours later, the dawn light slipped through Ethan’s window. He slowly opened his eyes, blinking at the soft morning glow, and realized he was lying on his own bed.

He let out a slow breath and whispered, “Thank the seas… I’m not in Jolterra’s belly anymore…”

He shook his head, sitting up slightly. His voice dropped to a quieter tone as he added, “It was… dark. Squishy. Tight…” He paused, face heating up faintly.

“Kind of… warm too. Cozy, I guess… if you ignore the smell, the cramped space, the damp heat, the constant gurgling—yeah, definitely ignore those.”

A sudden voice cut through the room.

“Hah! I knew it!”

Ethan froze.

Jolterra’s head was peeking over the edge of his bedframe, her forepaws pressed against the cushion for balance, ears perked and a wide grin on her face.

“Morning, sleepyhead!”

“W-What—?!” Ethan jolted upright with a startled, “EEP!” His balance gave out instantly and he toppled off the other side of the bed with a thud.

Jolterra blinked once, then chuckled. “Oops… didn’t mean to scare you that bad.”

Ethan groaned from the floor, quickly scrambling back up and tapping himself indignantly. “You didn’t scare me! You startled me! There’s a difference!”

Jolterra waved a paw dismissively, smirking. “Sure, sure… whatever you say.”

She then hopped up effortlessly and landed beside him on the bed. The mattress sank heavily under her weight, making Ethan wobble slightly as he steadied himself. Her presence filled the space instantly, warm and imposing even in the morning light.

“So,” Jolterra said casually, stretching her shoulders, “the party last night was wild. Absolutely amazing.”

Ethan grumbled, still rubbing his arm. “I believe you. I just couldn’t enjoy it much. I was busy being digested.”

His eyes flicked toward her without meaning to, quickly catching on her thick, relaxed frame before he looked away just as fast. The blush on his face betrayed him completely.

Jolterra noticed immediately.

She leaned closer, pinching his cheek gently between two fingers. “Aaw, don’t be so grumpy, first mate~”

Ethan stiffened. “H-hey—!”

Her grin widened. “Anything got your attention, pal?” she teased, tilting her head. “These amazing curves of mine perhaps?”

She gave her belly a slow, satisfied rub. It responded with a faint gurgle beneath her palm, the sound soft and sleepy compared to last night’s chaos.

Ethan’s voice caught in his throat. “I-I wasn’t— I mean— that’s not—!”

Jolterra turned, cutting him off completely as she shifted her weight. With a playful flourish, she gave her rump a playful wiggle—just enough that it ended up mere inches from his face.

“Hey,” she said cheerfully, sticking her tongue out and closing one eye, “you contributed to this amazing figure, you know~”

Ethan immediately covered his face with both forepaws and slowly sank backward onto the bed, completely overwhelmed.

“Jolterra…” he muttered through his paws, voice muffled. “You’re impossible…”

Jolterra only laughed softly, sitting back comfortably on the mattress as it dipped beneath her again, the morning calm settling around them.

Jolterra leaned forward, her thick frame pressing down over Ethan, the warmth and weight of her body enveloping him. She nudged his cheek playfully with her muzzle, ears flicking with mischief. Ethan’s breaths came in quick, shallow gasps, his back pressed tightly against the cushion.

“I… I don’t want to interrupt, but you’re… crushing me,” he panted, voice muffled against the softness of her fur.

Jolterra pouted exaggeratedly, her ears twitching. “I guess you can’t handle a thick girl like me. But… that can still be arranged~” She wrapped her forepaws around his back in a snug, playful hug, spinning slightly on the cushion so her body was beneath him. Her soft fur brushed against his, and she pressed gentle licks along his cheeks.

Ethan’s tail twitched involuntarily, wagging excitedly as he nuzzled back, cheeks flushing a deep crimson. “H-Hah… Jolterra!” he stammered, flustered, but his body relaxed slightly against her warmth.

“You see,” Jolterra murmured, smirking, “this is your reward for being such an amazing friend and first mate.” She nuzzled him again, soft and comforting. Ethan mirrored her motion, nudging back, a small smile forming on his face.

GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRGLEEEEEEEEEE!!

A sudden, loud gurgle resonated from Jolterra’s round belly, shaking her entire frame and pressing briefly against Ethan’s abdomen. He flinched, staring wide-eyed at the rippling curve of her stomach.

“Who… who did you eat this time?” he managed, voice strained.

Jolterra chuckled, pressing a forepaw to her belly. “Ah, it’s a long story. You see, there was a belly rub contest yesterday…” She paused, the soft squelch of her flab echoing slightly as Ethan’s paws sank further into her gut, his body pressed into the warm slickness.

Ethan winced, remembering the crew pressing him deeper during the contest, the slick surfaces of her belly shifting against him.

Jolterra giggled at his expression. “Your wiggles were cute… ticklish too. Then, after waking up in the middle of the table, Ambipom approached me and asked me to eat him.”

She licked her lips, giving a slow pat to her round gut. “I accepted, but I pretended to eat Roserade—she lost the contest, after all. He didn’t last long. I ate him about thirty minutes ago and he’s already getting very soft.”

Ethan grinned, “looks like he got captivated by your belly, huh?”

Jolterra chuckled “Can you blame him?” She licked her lips as she got the last remnants of Ambipom’s flavor.

“Besides, you are the one who lasts the longest struggling inside me. The others barely last an hour when I eat them~”

Ethan blinked, eyes narrowing. “Uh… thanks, I guess? I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should,” Jolterra replied, rubbing her belly with a satisfied grin. “It’s a privilege to be recognized by the ruler of the Seven Seas.” She nudged her gut lightly, teasing, “And I’m expecting your belly rubs.”

Ethan smirked and pressed his forepaws into her soft, pliant belly. Jolterra let out a soft, contented moan, purring as the gentle pressure traveled through her curves.

“You give the best belly rubs,” she murmured, sticking her tongue out mischievously.

“Part of my many skills,” Ethan replied, grinning despite himself, enjoying the way she purred and shifted slightly under his touch. “Mm… I spoil you so much.”

Jolterra’s eyes sparkled. “And we both love it.”

He rolled his eyes, smirking. “Touché.”

The two settled into a quiet rhythm, exchanging gentle licks and playful nuzzles. Jolterra hummed softly, her gut occasionally shifting and gurgling beneath Ethan’s paws.

After a few moments, she suddenly straightened, voice sharp with excitement. “Okay, enough cuddles and kisses! Time for some fun!”

Ethan barely had a moment to react before she rose on her hindlegs and wiggled her thick hips teasingly in front of him. His eyes widened in panic. “W-Wait…!”

WHUMP!

Before he could finish, she plopped down heavily, the warm weight of her full body pinning him to the cushion. Her hips shifted to find a comfortable spot, trapping him entirely beneath her.

“You are an amazing seat, you know,” she glanced over her shoulder, chuckling. “Don’t you agree~?”

Ethan’s muffled response came out as a chaotic squeak.

“MMMMPPPHHH!”

His legs thrashed against her sides, tail twitching wildly, the damp warmth of her body pressing all around him.

Jolterra closed her eyes, crossing her forepaws over her chest, her ears flicking lazily as she nodded. “That is what I thought~” She rocked gently from side to side, the soft struggles beneath her sending little tremors through her body.