Fira and her friends have fun at the lake, witnessing how the outlaws struggle within the Flareon to escape with little success. When a heated argument between a Ducklett and a Finneon takes place Fira decides to step in and Lumi finds a more drastic way of dealing with a jerk like Ducklett. Enjoy!

# As I said in my latest journal, there will be no story next week.

All pokémon belong to Game Freak, The Pokémon Company and Nintendo.

Fira the Flareon and Lumi the Eevee belong to me.

Previous: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/63300047/


Fira chuckled, the sound rumbling like a low drumbeat. “I didn’t know that tickles could make someone feel less bloated,” she said, her voice tinged with amusement.

Rolling onto her side, she pressed herself down onto her broad belly, her thick fur brushing the ground as her weight settled over Pecharunt, Obstagoon, and Shiftry.

She smirked, flicking her tail lazily and twitching her ears as she felt the faint struggles, the slick warmth and subtle shifts of her prey within her.

“Hey! I must weigh a ton!” she said mockingly, her tone teasing. “Try to escape before you get squished! You’re lucky I’m not crushing you completely~”

Inside, Pecharunt hissed, his small body pressed against the soft, slippery stomach wall. “This is undignified!” he spat, trying to twist and avoid the full pressure of Fira’s weight. “Let us out, you oversized orange furnace!”

Obstagoon groaned, claws digging slightly into the slick stomach lining as he tried to wedge himself out of the pressure. “I can barely move! She’s too heavy! This is traumatizing!”

Shiftry, fur matted with the damp, acidic fluids, groaned in panic. “It’s suffocating… and it’s so hot in here! I can’t think straight!”

Fira mockingly gasped, lifting a forepaw to her muzzle. “Oh, my! It’s terrible to mention a girl’s weight!” she said, glancing over her shoulder. “Consider this payback for making me laugh so hard just now!”

Outside, Lumi raised her voice in encouragement, unable to hide her amusement. “Fira, you always know how to deal with meanies!”

The Flareon winked at her sister, a broad smile crossing her muzzle. Patting the side of her belly, a pleased gurgle rumbled from deep within, echoing faintly through the air.

Ogerpon tilted her head, shivering slightly. “I wouldn’t like to be in Pecharunt and his sidekicks’ skin right now,” she said softly, glancing toward the massive Flareon with a mixture of awe and sympathy.

Pidgey, still a little damp from earlier water games, shook his head. “We were only in there for a short while,” he said with a grimace, “and it was traumatizing. Thank Arceus we’re not trapped in her belly anymore!”

Inside, Pecharunt’s eyes widened in horror as the Flareon stretched and arched her back, lifting her ass high in the air. Her thick belly hung between her legs, pulsing slightly with each breath. The trio pressed themselves back, slickened by the stomach fluids, their muscles straining as they tried to anticipate her next movement.

“She’s… she’s showing off!” Obstagoon groaned, pressing his back against the slick wall. “If she wiggles like that… we’ll never get out!”

Shiftry’s fans scraped helplessly against the slippery lining. “And the heat! The pressure! How are we supposed to escape?!”

Fira’s tail gave a playful wag, her ears flicking at the sounds of their muffled panic. “All that laughing,” she said with a grin, “has made me thirsty. Maybe it’s time to find some water…”

She stretched again, arching her back and giving her butt a playful wiggle, the soft folds of her belly shifting between her legs. Within her, Pecharunt and the others could feel the slick, pulsing walls of her stomach compressing around them with each motion, the damp heat and the pungent smell of stomach acids filling their nostrils.

The trio’s muffled yelps and frantic shoves against the stomach wall were ignored, Fira’s playful purrs reminding them just how inescapable their situation had become.

Their fear and discomfort were palpable: each movement from the Flareon sent them sliding, splashing through the warm, viscous fluids beneath them, making them acutely aware that this wasn’t a temporary trap—it was a literal, immovable belly they were stuck inside.

Fira, completely relaxed, giggled at their panicked squeaks. “You better get used to it,” she said, voice echoing with a mix of amusement and mock sympathy, “because I’m not letting you out anytime soon!”

Inside, Pecharunt hissed again, slamming his tiny claws against the slick wall. “I cannot believe this! We’re trapped in her stomach! How is this possible?!”

Obstagoon groaned, trying to wedge himself upright in the viscous pool of digestive fluids. “Every time she moves, it’s like an earthquake in here!”

Shiftry’s fur clung to the walls, the slickness making every attempt at leverage frustratingly futile. “We’re stuck, completely stuck!”

Fira’s chuckle echoed above them. “Oh, don’t worry,” she said, patting her round belly again. “You’re going to get plenty of time to adjust to life inside here!” Her tail flicked lazily, her ears swaying as the stomach walls subtly pulsed and flexed around her struggling meals.

The three trapped Pokémon could only groan in dismay, realizing the full extent of the Flareon’s control and the hopelessness of trying to escape from her immovable, and delightfully teasing belly.

Fira leaned forward, lowering her head toward the sparkling lake. Her ears twitched in delight as she let the cool water rush into her jaws.

GULP. GULP. GULP.

She gulped loudly, feeling it slide down her throat in smooth, wet swallows. Each mouthful sent a shiver of refreshment through her, and a faint, satisfied gurgle escaped her as her huge belly began to feel heavier between her legs.

Inside, the effect was immediate. The water coursing down her throat mingled with the acidic, damp environment, sending the pool beneath Pecharunt, Obstagoon, and Shiftry rising quickly. The liquid now reached their waists, slicking their fur and shells.

Panicked, Obstagoon jabbed at the roof of her stomach with his claws while Shiftry frantically spun his fans, trying to make more room. Each desperate punch and shove caused her sides to bulge and settle, faint ripples running across the smooth, pliant curvature of her belly.

Wet gurgles accompanied every motion, echoing faintly through the fleshy chamber.

Fira paused briefly, tilting her head back to savor the cool drink, smiling down at the lake. “Ah… that’s perfect,” she murmured, a soft gurgle rolling from deep within her chest. Her tongue lolled slightly as she drank more, enjoying the feeling of her stomach filling further.

A muffled, panicked voice rose.

“Stop! You’re going to drown us!” Pecharunt hissed, voice cracking with frustration and fear.

Fira’s eyes flicked down slightly, glinting with amusement. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” she said, her voice playful and teasing.

“You’re safe for now. I can handle a bit of squirming and splashing.” She continued drinking, feeling the cool water push against her massive stomach from the inside.

Suddenly, something squirmed in her mouth. Fira froze mid-swallow, her eyes widening in surprise. Something was wriggling against her tongue and throat, struggling desperately.

“Mmph?” she squeaked in confusion, sitting back on her ass with her forepaws braced against the ground. Her cheeks puffed out slightly, and she blinked rapidly.

Realizing it wasn’t meant to be eaten, she tilted her head forward and let out a loud, dramatic PTOOOOOO!, spitting the struggling thing out. Seconds later, a soaked and indignant Palpitoad emerged from the lake, water dripping from his body.

“You almost ate me!” he shouted, splashing angrily with his tail.

Fira’s ears twitched, and she scratched the back of her neck sheepishly. “Oh! Sorry! I didn’t mean to!” she admitted, giggling nervously as the frog-like Pokémon unleashed a squirt of water from his water gun. The stream hit her face squarely, startling her.

“Ack! Hey!”

Palpitoad’s tail whipped across her cheeks a few times in annoyance before he sank back into the water. Fira rubbed her sore spots, letting out a small whine, “Ow… yeah, I deserved that.” Her face was slightly wet, and a small trail of droplets slid down onto the grass.

Her friends chuckled, teasing her.

From the lake, Lumi smirked and covered her mouth with a paw, trying to hold back laughter. “Fira! Are you okay? That looked rough!”

Ogerpon snickered, “Geez… Palpitoad really got you good! I didn’t think a little guy could slap that hard!”

“Nice one, Fira,” Pidgey quipped, shaking his head. “You really should be more careful around water creatures!”

Fira waved a paw dismissively at her friends, still rubbing her cheeks. “Very funny! Just a little sting, nothing I can’t handle. Besides, it’s a good reminder that water creatures can be feisty!”

She shook her head again, water droplets flying, then laughed softly, “I can handle a little slap!”

Her friends joked about what just happened.

From inside, Pecharunt groaned and muttered, muffled by the slick walls of her stomach. “That serves you right,” he hissed.

Fira’s tail flicked lazily, and a soft, satisfied gurgle echoed from deep in her belly.

SMACK!

She reached down and slapped her gut with her forepaw, sending the trapped trio bouncing and sliding through the slick fluids beneath them. Muffled yelps and splashes echoed as they collided with the soft stomach walls, which pulsed and squished them against the slick, damp lining.

Fira’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she rubbed her middle in slow circles. “Hehe, this water is so ticklish inside! Honestly, I should be charging for a sauna experience,” she said, a low, happy purr vibrating through her chest. Her tail swished lazily, flicking across the grass.

The muffled groans and complaints of Pecharunt, Obstagoon, and Shiftry echoed faintly. “Disgusting… this is disgusting!” Shiftry spat, slapping weakly at the slick stomach walls.

Fira only giggled, patting the round, squishy belly. “Oh, don’t be such babies,” she teased, her voice warm and playful. “You’re going to get used to it. Now let’s see how long you can handle the sauna!”

Her stomach rumbled again, a deep, wet gurgle that sent the trapped trio sliding slightly in the slick, bubbling fluids.

Fira chuckled, the sound rolling through the air and vibrating faintly through her frame. She could feel her prey struggling inside, their movements pressing against the smooth, damp walls, and a low purr of delight escaped her.

“I can’t wait to see you become part of me, just like all the troublesome Pokémon I’ve already had,” she teased, her voice playful but carrying a hint of authority. “Being big has its advantages, but filling a stomach like mine is no easy task.”

She rubbed her rounded belly gently, feeling the subtle shifts and bumps of her captives.

Each time a bulge or imprint appeared along her sides or the curve of her belly, Fira’s paw would reach down and push it back toward the center with a light, playful boop.

“There we go,” she murmured with a grin. “Don’t stop now. This feels amazing for my circulation, and my stomach always appreciates a good inner massage.”

A wet gurgle punctuated her words as the stomach walls pulsed rhythmically, gently kneading Pecharunt, Obstagoon, and Shiftry.

Pecharunt pressed his body against the stomach wall beneath her ribs, making himself visible as a distorted imprint on the outside. He hissed with frustration, his voice muffled yet sharp.

“Let us out! This is suffocating, we are drowning in water and half-chewed food! And these walls… Ugh!” His words cracked slightly with panic. “Nothing can keep a Mythical Pokémon trapped forever!”

Fira’s ears flicked at his outburst, her eyes widening slightly in amusement. She half-closed them, lifting a forepaw and slapping down hard on the spot where Pecharunt pressed.

A startled “oof!” echoed from inside her belly, making her grin. “You have a lot of nerve,” she said, calm but firm. “You should show some respect for your hostess. You are not in a position to make demands.”

Obstagoon and Shiftry, slick with stomach fluids and pressed against the walls, exchanged wary glances. The realization of their helplessness settled in, and they both began to accept the reality of their predicament.

Obstagoon muttered under his breath, claws scraping the slick lining of her stomach, “We… really are trapped…”

Shiftry, feeling the heat and dampness pressing against him, groaned, “There isn’t a single opening… we can’t escape.”

Fira’s tail flicked behind her as she lay on her side, forepaws kneading her soft, rounded belly. She smirked down at the imprints and bulges, her voice low and teasing.

“You’re beginning to understand. Struggling only makes the massage more enjoyable.”

Each pulse of her stomach walls nudged the trio back toward the center, gently pressing them into the slick fluids that coated the floor of her belly. The heat, dampness, and faint acidic tang of previous meals filled the chamber, making every breath slightly harsh and each movement difficult.

Pecharunt groaned again, trying to push back. “This can’t be happening! You can’t keep us here!”

“Oh, I can,” Fira replied, flicking an ear lazily. “This is your home for now. You’ll get plenty of time to adjust before you get digested.” Her forepaws pressed lightly, creating a wave across her belly that shifted the trio from side to side, the slick fluids splashing around them, coating them in a slimy film.

Obstagoon’s claws scrabbled desperately against the stomach walls. “There must be something we can use to escape!”

Shiftry gagged slightly as the foul smell of half-digested meals and acidic fluids clung to him. “It’s no use,” he muttered, face twisted in disgust. “We’re going to die in here.”

Fira let out a soft, amused purr, the vibrations rolling down her body. “Resistance only makes it better for me,” she said, patting her belly in slow circles. “Keep moving, struggling—it’s exactly what I like. Makes me feel great.”

The stomach walls squeezed slightly, responding to her movements, pressing the trio together and sloshing the pool of stomach fluids beneath them.

Pecharunt hissed again, louder this time. “You are disgusting!”

“Effective,” Fira countered, her voice carrying a teasing lilt. “I remove troublesome Pokémon and get a meal in the process. That’s a win-win. Now, behave, or the next slap will be less gentle.”

The trio was beginning to grow quiet, the reality sinking in. Pecharunt pressed back against the stomach wall, eyes narrowing. “This cannot be happening! I am a Mythical Pokémon!”

Fira’s eyes twinkled as she wagged her tail behind her. “Mythical, Legendary, it doesn’t matter. You are inside me now. The sooner you accept it, the more comfortable you’ll be.”

She smirked and rubbed her belly in slow circles again, feeling the slick movements of her captives beneath the warm, damp walls. “Besides,” she added with a teasing lilt, “it’s not every day you get to be part of such a beauty like me.”

Obstagoon let out a muffled groan, realizing that struggling only made her belly bounce and slosh more violently. “Pecharunt, maybe we should… stop?”

“No!” Pecharunt hissed, determined. “We have to resist—tickle, push, do anything to make her let us out!”

Fira’s ears flicked, her forepaws pressing gently again, making a wet gurgle echo from her belly. “You may try, but my stomach can handle anything—even a bit of indigestion.” Her eyes glimmered with amusement. “Keep it up if you want, though—it only makes it more fun for me.”

The trio pressed against the walls with all their might, the slick fluids bubbling and splashing around them as the heat and pressure intensified.

Fira let out a soft chuckle, patting her sides and rolling slightly to one side, the movement sending waves through her belly that tossed the captives with wet sloshes.

“Ahh, that tickles,” she said, purring. “I didn’t know inner squabbles could feel so good.”

Pecharunt hissed through gritted teeth. “This is unbearable!”

“Effective,” Fira corrected again, smirking. “You are all here, you are mine, and I am thoroughly enjoying it.” She flicked her tail and lowered her head slightly, her ears twitching at every muffled sound from inside her belly, each groan and thump echoing through the warm, damp chamber.

Obstagoon’s eyes glimmered with a mixture of disgust and resignation, while Shiftry’s wooden body slicked with stomach fluids barely held its form as he struggled to adjust.

The trio’s fear of the unstoppable, immovable Flareon only grew with each pulse of her belly, each slosh of the acidic pool beneath them, and each wet gurgle that shook the walls of their fleshy prison.

Fira, meanwhile, leaned back slightly, patting and rubbing her belly with both forepaws. “Don’t stop now,” she teased. “You squirm, you struggle… you make this even better. And remember,” she said, voice dipping into a playful whisper, “there is nowhere else to go. You are right where you belong… and I intend to enjoy it while it lasts.”

Lumi’s voice carried across the rippling surface of the lake. “Fira! Come join us! It’s fun out here!”

Fira’s ears flicked sharply at the sound, and she slowly lifted her head, gazing at her sister in the water. She rested a paw under her chin, tilting her head in mock consideration.

Pidgey flapped, feathers slightly damp from the splashes, and called out, “Lumi… remember she’s a Fire-type! She doesn’t like getting her fur wet!”

Ogerpon nodded in agreement. “Yeah… I don’t think Fira’s going to want to swim, especially with all that fluffy fur. She’d probably float for ten seconds and then overheat!”

Fira’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “Oh, is that what you think?” she murmured, her tail flicking behind her in amusement.

She rose to her feet, her huge frame causing the ground beneath her to tremble faintly. With a playful wiggle of her butt, she crouched slightly, preparing herself. Her muscles tensed, eyes sparkling with determination.

“Just watch me,” she said under her breath, crouching lower. Then, with a sudden burst, she leapt into the air, her paws propelling her with surprising power. Her knees pressed against her gut, forelegs surrounding her hindlegs, and she shouted between giggles.

“CANNONBALL! HERE I COME!”

Her friends’ heads snapped upward in unison. Lumi’s eyes widened, sparkling with amazement. “Whoa! She’s really doing it!”

Ogerpon’s jaw dropped, her pupils shrinking as she stared at the soaring orange mass. “I didn’t expect that, she’s going to unleash a tidal wave when she lands!”

Pidgey’s wings fluttered rapidly as his beak dropped open. “A-are you serious? That’s insane!”

Inside Fira’s stomach, Pecharunt and his sidekicks felt an immediate shift. The sudden lift made them float for a terrifying few seconds, suspended in the slick, damp chamber.

The stomach fluids swirled beneath them, rocking them gently… and then violently, as gravity began to reclaim Fira. They collided with the roof of her stomach, muffled yelps and splashes echoing inside.

“Ugh! This is unbearable!” Pecharunt hissed, trying to regain his balance in the sticky, hot walls of her belly.

Obstagoon clawed at the slick stomach lining, slipping slightly in the acidic pool beneath him. “I swear I’m gonna throw up in here!”

Shiftry groaned, pressing himself against the curved wall, “We’re being tossed around like berries in a blender!”

Outside, Fira’s descent accelerated, her body cutting through the air with surprising grace for her size. She hit the lake with a thunderous SPLAAAAAAASH!!

The impact sent a massive wave cascading in all directions, water dragging her friends and submerging them before they emerged again.

Lumi sputtered and coughed, spitting out water. “Whoa! That was incredible! Are you okay? I almost got swept away!”

Ogerpon’s cloak was drenched, and she shook her head, laughing and drying her eyes. “I did not see that coming… HAHAHAHA!”

Pidgey coughed violently, water running from his feathers as he flapped frantically. “Ghh! Fira! You should’ve warned us before drowning us like that!” He groaned, shaking his head in exasperation while trying to regain his balance.

Fira held her breath, plunging deeper into the lake. The water-types’ eyes widened as they spotted the looming orange mass above them. “W-what… what is that?!” one cried, their voice trembling with fear.

They sprinted across the surface, skimming the waves in a desperate attempt to put distance between themselves and the descending Flareon.

A few seconds later, the huge Fire-type touched the lake floor with a faint impact, landing firmly on her rump. The impact reverberated through her body, and the water rippled violently in all directions.

Inside her, The trio was thrown violently against the upper stomach wall.

“Ughhh!” Pecharunt groaned, bouncing off the slick lining and sliding downward toward the pool of stomach fluids below.

Obstagoon splashed heavily, the acid-laden mixture clinging to his fur, and he hissed in disgust. “This is revolting!”

Shiftry wrinkled his nose, pressing himself against the slick walls. “I hate this. Sticky… burning… everything smells terrible.” They scrambled, shaking off some of the gooey fluid, their movements leaving small bulges and ripples along the taut curvature of Fira’s belly.

Fira leaned back slightly, a mischievous smile curling across her face. She patted her huge belly, feeling the subtle squelches and bumps of her trapped prey beneath her skin.

Holding her breath, she propelled herself upward with a few powerful kicks of her hindlegs, gliding gracefully to the water’s surface. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she spotted her friends hovering above.

“Where is she?” Lumi murmured, scanning the water with wide eyes. Ogerpon’s cloak fluttered as she squinted toward the surface. “I don’t see her, wait. What’s that shadow?!”

Before they could react further, a huge, dark silhouette surged upward from below. The three friends gasped in unison as they were abruptly lifted from the water, splashing helplessly.

Fira turned her head, her smirk widening as she noticed their expressions. “Hey there! Did you like my jump?” she asked, arching a brow in playful amusement.

Lumi’s ears twitched, a giggle escaping her. “That was incredible! I think you might have startled every water-type for miles!”

Ogerpon adjusted her cloak, patting Fira’s back. “I didn’t expect that at all. Your landing was powerful—maybe a bit rough—but I’d give that jump an 8 out of 10!”

Pidgey flapped his wings vigorously, shaking water off his feathers. “A warning would’ve been nice! That was the first time I’ve ever seen a Fire-type actually go for a swim!”

Fira rolled her eyes, her tail flicking behind her in amusement. “Oh, Pidgey, I’m full of surprises.”

Her gut let out a low, wet gurgle, muffled slightly by the water, and giggled as she felt the struggles of her prey inside her.

The ripples of their frantic movements traveled through her sides, tickling her in a way that made her purr quietly.

Lumi smiled, still catching her breath, her eyes shining with excitement. “Seriously, that was insane! You really surprised me this time.”

Ogerpon nodded, smirking, “Yeah… you really made an entrance. And I swear… I could feel the waves from here!”

Pidgey landed clumsily on her back, shaking off the remaining water. “I still can’t believe you did that! You’re terrifying in the best way.”

Fira chuckled, flicking her ears and wagging her tail. “Terrifying? Maybe.”

Her paw pressed gently on her huge, rounded belly, feeling the subtle squelches of her struggling meals beneath her skin. She let out another low smirk, and the water around her rippled slightly, teasing her friends as the hidden trio thrashed inside.

“Feeling that, huh?” Fira whispered with a grin, glancing down at her belly. “I can’t wait to see how long they last in there…”

Lumi and Ogerpon exchanged amused glances, their playful smiles widening as they noticed the subtle movements and heartrending groans emanating from beneath Fira’s skin.

Pidgey flapped his wings nervously. “I think we’re witnessing something… very different from a normal swim,” he muttered, shaking his head.

Fira’s ears twitched at their comments, and she leaned back just slightly, giving her belly a playful pat and whispering to herself, “Don’t worry… you’re all in good paws… or should I say… a good back?” She giggled, the wet gurgle echoing through the water around her as Pecharunt and the outlaws struggled helplessly inside.

Lumi, still perched on her sister Fira’s back alongside Ogerpon and Pidgey, pressed one ear lightly against the smooth curve of the Flareon’s back.

A giggle escaped her as she strained to listen, picking up muffled thuds, gurgles, and the occasional squelchy splashes from within the huge Fire-type’s stomach. “Hehe, I can hear them in there,” Lumi whispered, leaning closer. “They’re arguing again.”

Ogerpon tilted her head, her cloak swaying with the motion of the water. “What are you hearing, Lumi?” she asked, curiosity twinkling in her eyes.

Lumi rose her head, brushing damp hair from her face and smiling widely. “Well… apart from a ton of digestive noises,” she said, glancing at Pidgey and Ogerpon, “it sounds like Pecharunt and his friends are finally starting to realize there’s no way out of this oversized orange fluffball.”

Fira’s ears twitched at the comment, and she let out a low, playful growl, flicking her tail beneath the water.

“I’m giving them a deluxe tour through my insides,” she said with a grin, her voice bubbling with amusement. “And that’s how they repay me—arguing and struggling for no reason.”

She pressed a paw firmly against her vast, rounded belly beneath the water, feeling the thick, slick contents slosh and shift beneath her skin. The stomach walls flexed gently, nudging the trio with every press.

She could feel Pecharunt and his sidekicks bumping and colliding against the inner walls, creating bulges that traveled across her belly, rising and disappearing as if the surface were alive. Fira’s eyes sparkled as she smiled, feeling the rhythmic bumps and sloshes under her paw.

Ogerpon couldn’t resist teasing them. She leaned forward, cupping her hands around her mouth to suppress a snort. “Pecharunt… are you enjoying yourself in there with your friends?” she called out, her voice teasing.

From beneath the rounded surface, a muffled, angry voice erupted. “SCREW YOU!” Pecharunt’s tone carried enough indignation to be clearly recognizable, even muffled by the thick, damp stomach walls.

Pidgey flapped his wings and laughed, shaking the remaining water from his feathers. “That serves you right,” he said, squinting down at the Flareon’s broad, quivering belly. “You almost got us digested! You deserve this!”

Fira’s lips curled into a smirk, her ears twitching in amusement as she shifted slightly to feel the pressure of her massive belly pressing more firmly. “Oh, they are paying for it,” she said, letting out a small, wet burp.

Pidgey flinched slightly but laughed, wiping his wings on his sides. “Well… at least that one was polite,” he muttered, glancing down at the faint bulges rolling under Fira’s skin.

Lumi and Ogerpon exchanged glances, giggling uncontrollably as they watched the Flareon’s playful expressions and felt the subtle shudders of her belly beneath them. Lumi whispered, “It’s like we’re watching them bounce around inside a giant water balloon…”

Ogerpon chuckled, “Except… a very warm water balloon, and a very, very large one.” She shivered dramatically, but her eyes shone with amusement.

Fira raised her head, tail flicking with delight, and patted her belly again, feeling the waves of squelches and muffled thuds. “You know,” she said, voice playful, “I could just float here all day and let them have fun in there. But I think the deluxe tour is almost over, unless they find a way out.”

From inside, Pecharunt groaned, muffled, frustrated. “You—this is humiliating! You can’t… keep us like this!”

Fira chuckled, tilting her head. “Oh, I can,” she replied, feeling the tiny bulges move under her skin. “And I will until the tour is complete.”

She rubbed her belly in slow, firm circles, sending slick sloshes through the stomach that tossed her prey lightly with each press.

Pidgey flapped his wings to maintain balance on Fira’s back. “You really are enjoying this too much, huh?” he said, exhaling a small puff of water.

Fira grinned, sticking her tongue out playfully. “Oh, absolutely. But they are bad Pokémon,” she said, glancing down at the faint bumps dancing across her sides. “And bad Pokémon need a little perspective.”

Ogerpon laughed, shaking her head. “Perspective, huh? You mean, trapped in there until they are bouncy fat on your body?”

“Exactly,” Fira replied with a sly wink, patting her belly one last time as a loud gurgle vibrated through the water, reverberating under her friends. “And trust me, the deluxe tour isn’t even close to over.”

Fira snorted lightly, her ears flicking with amusement as she glanced at Lumi, who was still perched on her back. “Lumi, you’ve gotten heavier than before,” Fira said with a teasing grin, her tail flicking playfully through the water. “I’m proud of you after eating that Dedenne.”

Lumi’s ears drooped slightly, and her cheeks flushed a soft pink. She gave her own pudgy little gut a gentle squeeze with her forepaws, her tail flicking nervously.

“H-Hey… that one was really fattening,” she admitted with a sheepish smile. “But… I can’t complain about the results.”

Ogerpon smirked from the side, clearly enjoying the display, while Pidgey’s feathers ruffled and he looked away, trying futilely to hide his blush.

Lumi, noticing him, let out a mischievous giggle and pounced lightly on him, pressing her weight down.

Pidgey flapped his wings frantically, squawking, “L-Lumi! Get off me! I can’t breathe!”

Lumi only laughed, her ears twitching. “No way! This is too fun!” she teased, pressing down a little more and bouncing slightly.

Pidgey gasped for air, his beak opening and closing, eyes wide as he flailed. “Okay, okay, I—wait, that’s too much!”

Seeing that he was almost out of breath, Lumi’s laughter softened, and she let go, hopping back and giving a small nervous giggle. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop for now,” she said, brushing down her fur.

Pidgey let out a wheeze, rubbing at his chest. “Much better… I’d rather be squeezed by you than by Fira any day,” he admitted reluctantly, shaking his feathers to recover.

Fira let out a mock “ahem” and raised a paw to her chin, pretending to be offended. “Oh? You think you’re safe just because she’s small?” she said, voice dripping with playful menace.

“I’m right here and once we reach the lakeside, I could sit on you, you know.”

Pidgey’s eyes widened in sheer horror, and he flapped away quickly, keeping a safe distance. “N-No! Don’t even joke about that!” he shouted, feathers ruffled and tail flaring.

Fira laughed, a rich, teasing sound. “Relax! I’m just kidding… mostly,” she said, winking and letting her tail flick lazily beneath the water.

Meanwhile, inside her, the atmosphere was far less playful. Pecharunt pressed himself against the slick, warm stomach walls, feeling the thick, acidic fluid slosh around him.

Sweat beaded along his forehead, mixing with the foul, sour stench of partially digested food. He hissed in frustration, his tiny hands scraping against the slick lining.

“We have to come up with something,” he muttered, scanning the damp chamber for a weakness or an opportunity.

Shiftry, panting and coated in the slick acids, slumped against the stomach wall, his once-sharp fans drooping helplessly. “I can’t keep fighting,” he groaned, his voice muffled by the surrounding walls. “We’re too worn out… we’re never getting out of here.”

Obstagoon let out a tired sigh, sinking slightly into the warm, viscous fluid beneath him. “Yeah, we really messed up this time,” he admitted, his claws brushing against the slippery wall as he tried in vain to find purchase. “We should have never listened to you, Pecharunt.”

Pecharunt’s shell rattled slightly as he slammed a fist against the stomach wall, splashing some of the thick fluid. “We still have to try!” he snapped, his voice edged with desperation, though the hopelessness was evident in his tone. “There has to be a way…”

The slick walls flexed and pulsed in response to his struggles, nudging and rolling him back into the squelchy mass.

Fira, outside, let out a satisfied hum as she felt the tiny bulges and thumps moving beneath her belly.

“Mmm… they’re really giving it their all in there,” she said with a sly grin, patting the round curve of her stomach. “I can feel them struggling, and it feels just wonderful.”

Lumi and Ogerpon glanced down at the subtle bulges moving across Fira’s belly, sharing a quiet, amused look. “They’re really trapped, huh?” Ogerpon whispered, her voice tinged with awe and a little apprehension.

“Yep,” Lumi said, eyes glinting. “And Fira’s clearly enjoying it.”

Fira flicked an ear lazily, letting out a soft laugh. “Oh, I am. It’s one of the best parts,” she said, her tail flicking. “Keeping prey inside my belly… letting them squirm… until they accept their fate. Honestly… I couldn’t ask for a better meal.”

Inside, Pecharunt’s tiny body pressed desperately against the stomach walls, the heat and dampness suffocating him. “This is insane!” he hissed. “We’re going to be digested by this crazy Flareon… we messed up… we really messed up.”

Shiftry groaned, trying to push himself upright in the thick fluid, but the slick walls offered no purchase. “I can’t fight anymore,” he admitted weakly. “It’s hopeless.”

Obstagoon swiped a claw across the slick, slimy wall and shuddered. “Yeah… Pecharunt, it’s over for us,” he said, voice heavy with resignation. “We should’ve stayed away.”

Fira, hearing the faint muffled squabbles and heavy gasps, let out a playful hum and patted her belly gently again. “Oh, I love it,” she said, tail swishing. “They’re finally starting to accept it. My belly is going to have a perfect, snug meal to digest. And nothing, not even a single ounce of effort is going to stop it.”

Pecharunt gritted his teeth, sweat dripping down his forehead. “We can’t give up,” he muttered, though each word seemed to be swallowed by the oppressive heat, dampness, and relentless pressure.

Inside Fira’s stomach, the trio sank a little into the slick, bubbling fluids, exhausted and resigned, while the Flareon outside let out a small, satisfied purr. “Good,” she said softly, rubbing her belly. “Relax, enjoy the deluxe tour. You’re not going anywhere, and you will stay right here until my stomach decides it’s time to process you.”

Fira flicked her tail with a mischievous swish and turned toward her friends. “Alright, you two,” she said, glancing at Lumi and Ogerpon who were perched carefully on her back. “Hang tight. I’m going for a swim. You think you can stay on while I do this?”

Before either could answer, the Flareon’s powerful legs pushed off the lakebed, propelling her through the water with astonishing speed.

The ripples and waves she left behind made Pidgey flinch in surprise, his wings beating furiously as he hovered above the surface. “Is that even possible?” he muttered, his eyes wide. “She’s moving faster than I ever imagined a Flareon could!”

Ogerpon clung tightly to Fira’s thick fur, water splashing against her cloak. “Whoa! Hang on!” she shouted, holding on with all her strength.

Lumi’s forepaws dug into the Flareon’s back as her ears flattened slightly from the speed. “This is so much fun!” she giggled, her voice carried by the wind and water spray. “Just… don’t speed up!”

Fira glanced back over her shoulder, tail flicking lazily. “Oh? You don’t want me to go faster?” she teased, letting out a low, playful chuckle. “I think it’ll be funnier if I do!”

With a grin, she pushed herself harder, her frame cutting through the lake effortlessly. Waves splashed over Lumi and Ogerpon as the Flareon accelerated, sending ripples radiating outward.

Inside Fira, her prey were tossed mercilessly from side to side. The rear wall of her stomach pressed against them as she twisted and turned, the slick, acidic fluid sloshing beneath them. Muffled yelps, splashes, and panicked grunts echoed through the confined space.

“Ugh! This is insane!” Pecharunt’s tiny voice hissed, muffled by the thick stomach walls. He bounced helplessly against the slick lining.

“Get off the stomach wall!” Obstagoon groaned, flailing his claws against the slippery wall in a futile attempt to stabilize himself.

Shiftry’s fans barely moved, coated in the viscous fluid. “I’m going to—ugh—lose it!” he muffled, his voice carrying a wet, sticky tone as the acids and juices swirled around them.

Outside, Fira’s ears flicked with amusement as she felt the faint bumps and sloshes beneath her belly. “Oh, they’re really enjoying the deluxe ride,” she said aloud with a toothy grin, patting her side. “Such lively meals I have today!”

Turning suddenly, Fira’s powerful hind legs propelled her to a halt. With a smooth motion, she arched her ass upward and let out a playful huff. Lumi and Ogerpon squealed in surprise as the force of the movement launched them forward.

“WAAAHH! Hey—wait!” Lumi cried, flailing her forelegs as she sailed through the air.

“Whoa!” Ogerpon shouted, spinning in the air clumsily.

With a simultaneous SPLASH!, they hit the water and sank momentarily before surfacing, shaking off the spray and laughing uncontrollably. Ogerpon clapped enthusiastically. “That was amazing!” she said, water dripping from her hair.

Lumi swung her forelegs with joy, giggling between breaths. “I’ve never done that before! That was incredible!”

Pidgey, hovering nearby and dripping wet from the earlier waves, shook his wings and feathers furiously. “I didn’t expect her to swim so fast!” he exclaimed, still dumbfounded.

Fira snorted, a playful puff of steam escaping from her nostrils.

“Natural talent,” she said, glancing down at her rippling sides as she swam toward them. “Even with this huge frame, I handle water just fine.”

She turned her head, patting her broad side. “So… my little meals, did you enjoy the ride? I hope I didn’t make you too dizzy.”

Inside, the trio groaned in unison, their muffled voices mixing with the wet gurgles and sloshes of her stomach.

“Too… much… movement!” Pecharunt hissed.

“Stop… the shakes…!” Shiftry’s voice quavered.

“Ugh… it’s like being in a blender!” Obstagoon added, muffled and drenched in slick stomach fluids.

Fira chuckled at the faint bumps she could feel beneath her paws. “Perfect! That’s exactly how a deluxe tour should feel. I can hear your protests all the way in here,” she teased, her tail flicking in delight.

Above the water, Lumi and Ogerpon were catching their breath. Lumi giggled, pressing a paw to her mouth. “Did you hear that? Their little voices are so… muffled! They sound like tiny angry fish!”

Ogerpon laughed, shaking her wet cloak. “Fira must be enjoying this way too much… they’re squirming like crazy down there!”

Fira’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she slowed her strokes, letting her stomach settle a little, though she could still feel the frantic movements of her prey inside.

“Mmm… I hope you’re all learning that there’s nowhere to escape,” she said aloud, smirking. “And remember… it’s a long, long way down. Enjoy the journey!”

Pidgey flapped his wings with a groan, water dripping off his feathers. “I swear… you enjoy this too much,” he muttered, shaking his head.

Fira laughed, a deep, rolling sound that echoed across the lake. “Of course I do! It’s entertaining, and you know I like keeping my meals lively!” She wiggled her tail behind her, sending gentle ripples across the water. “Just look at them squirming. Perfect.”

Inside, Pecharunt and the others groaned and splashed helplessly, resigned but desperate, each muffled outburst swallowed by the slick, acidic environment. The sloshes of stomach fluids echoed against the walls, making their protests even more feeble.

“Ugh, I hate this…” Pecharunt hissed, floating awkwardly in the warm, acidic liquid.

“Are we done for?” Shiftry whimpered.

Obstagoon slumped against the slick wall. “Of course we are, dummy,” he muttered, resigned, the pool of stomach acids lapping against him.

Fira, glancing down, felt each bump and squirm beneath her fur and chuckled. “Ah, they’re finally accepting their fate,” she said with a grin, giving her side a gentle pat that sent faint waves through the water. “Enjoy yourselves, my squirmy little meals.”

Fira sighed, her ears flicking as she looked down at her friends. “Alright, crawl onto my back, you two. We’re heading back to the lakeside,” she said, her tail swishing lazily behind her. Lumi and Ogerpon nodded in agreement, trying to find their footing on her slippery, drenched fur. “It’s… a bit tricky with everything wet,” Lumi muttered, adjusting her grip with a small giggle.

Fira gave a short whistle, smirking. “SS Fira is about to set off! Passengers, hold on tight,” she teased, paddling through the water at a slower, steady pace.

Lumi snickered, tucking her forelegs closer to her body. “I don’t know if holding on is going to be easy after being completely drenched like this…”

Ogerpon shook herself vigorously, trying to shed some water from her cloak. The slickness caused her to slip and fall onto the water once more, splashing up droplets all around. She quickly emerged, spitting out a mouthful of water with a groan.

“You should’ve waited to reach the lakeside before shaking yourself off,” Lumi teased, flicking her ears.

Ogerpon rolled her eyes and huffed. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right,” she muttered, climbing back onto Fira’s back.

Fira’s lips curled into a grin. “I’ll help you up.” She gently grabbed Ogerpon’s cloak with her jaws and tossed her into the air, letting her spin gracefully before landing right behind Lumi. Ogerpon blinked twice, regaining her balance, and adjusted her grip.

As Fira paddled closer to the lakeside, her ears perked sharply. She turned her head, spotting a heated argument between a Ducklett and a Finneon. The Ducklett was clearly antagonizing the little fish, flapping her wings and quacking angrily.

Lumi growled, her fur bristling. “I’m going to help that poor Finneon!” she exclaimed, ready to spring into action.

Lumi’s stomach gave an audible, hungry growl, and she licked her lips slowly. “Mmm… I think I just found the way to help him,” she said, her eyes glinting with amusement.

Ogerpon turned toward her, eyebrows raised. “Wait, what are you thinking?”

Fira chuckled softly, wagging her tail. “Oh, I know exactly what you’re thinking,” she replied, the corners of her mouth tugging into a playful grin as she paddled onward.

Fira’s shadow loomed over the Ducklett and Finneon as she paddled closer, her massive frame casting them into partial darkness. Finneon’s eyes widened, pupils shrinking in sheer terror as he trembled. “W-what… what is that?” he whispered, unable to move.

Ducklett stopped mid-peck, blinking twice and tilting her head. “Is this some kind of eclipse?” she muttered, wings half-raised. But when she turned fully, her voice rose in a panicked quack when she spotted the huge Flareon. “W-what?!”

Fira tilted her head, a toothy grin spreading across her muzzle. “Hi, darlings,” she said in a low, rumbling voice, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “Just checking if we could join your conversation.”

Finneon tried to speak, to explain himself, but his words stuck in his throat, and he could only glance away nervously.

Ducklett snapped at him, pecking again. “You’re so annoying! I told you to hand over the apple!”

“I already ate it… I’m sorry!” Finneon whimpered, looking down.

“Apologizing is not going to bring it back, you little thief!” Ducklett quacked, striking him once more with her wing.

Fira padded closer, her eyes narrowing, muzzle now just inches from Ducklett’s beak. “Do you think it’s right to beat down a poor kid who already admitted his mistake?” she asked, her tone calm but heavy with threat.

Ducklett froze, eyes darting between Fira’s face and her gaping jaws. She could feel the power behind that grin, and for a moment she hesitated, realizing how easy it would be for the huge eeveelution to swallow her whole.

But Ducklett’s stubbornness flared. “This is none of your concern, orange fatass! Get lost!” she quipped, trying to sound braver than she felt.

Fira blinked twice, then let out a booming laugh that echoed across the lake. “Ohhh, I didn’t expect that!” she said, licking her lips. “I was actually planning to eat you, your kind is surprisingly tasty.” She paused, eyes glinting. “But that privilege? That’s reserved for my little sister.”

Ducklett’s eyes went wide, panic rising. “Wait—no! You can’t—!”

Before she could finish, Lumi leapt from Fira’s back. Ducklett barely had time to react as the Eevee opened her mouth wide, revealing the deep blackness behind her uvula.

HOMPH!

Ducklett let out a startled squeak, wings flailing, as inertia dragged both her and Lumi underwater.

Finneon’s eyes widened even further, helplessly watching as the two disappeared beneath the surface. “W-woah…!” he shouted, quivering.

Fira’s tail flicked lazily behind her, and a low chuckle rumbled from her throat. “Relax, little one. Just teaching her a lesson in humility,” she said, her eyes gleaming as the water rippled around her massive frame.

A couple of seconds later, Lumi's upper body rose and tilted her head like a diva. Her hindlegs kept her afloat, while her forepaws pushed Ducklett’s body, whose upper half slowly sank deeper into her maw.

Ducklett squirmed desperately. “ S-spit me out! How dare you!” Her voice was muffled against the soft, wet walls, her wings flailing as the fleshy grip nudged her further.

The bulge of her body slid down slowly. The smell reached Ducklett’s nostrils, making her gag. She twisted and wiggled, but the gentle kneading of Lumi’s maw let go just enough to guide her deeper.

Heaving a throaty giggle, Lumi murmured, “Ohhh… you’re so wiggly… I love it,” combining her breathy chuckle with the subtle contractions of her jaws. She widened her mouth, letting Ducklett slide a little further, chewing gently as her tongue licked eagerly over her prey.

Underwater, Lumi’s belly gurgled impatiently, sending faint ripples across the water. Fira clapped her paws with pride. “That’s it, Lumi! Look at you go!”

Ogerpon chuckled, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Heh… Ducklett didn’t see that coming, did she?”

Ducklett thrashed harder. “Stop! Please! I can’t—ahh!—breathe!”

Lumi’s ears twitched as she felt Ducklett struggling. “You’re so cute when you fight… but… nooo, I’m not letting go.” She gagged faintly herself, the effort showing on her face, but she held fast.

Finneon floated nearby, wide-eyed, completely dumbfounded.

The eevee’s jaws flexed gently, chewing in rhythm with her breath. “Mmm… you’re almost there… just a little more.” Her tongue licked eagerly, urging Ducklett along.

Ducklett’s muffled protests hit her ears. “I-I promise to stop being a jerk!”

Lumi giggled again, letting the water vibrate around them. “Shh… no promises now. Relax. You’re going to melt in my belly, sweet little Ducklett.”

The gurgling grew louder, Lumi’s belly shaking faintly underwater. Ducklett’s body shifted, inch by inch, sliding deeper despite her desperate struggles.

Fira cheered again. “Yes! My dear sis is handling her second prey quite well!”

Ogerpon smirked. “I wonder how many she will be able to eat once she evolves.”

Lumi’s breathing mingled with her giggles and the gentle chew of her jaws. “Almost… there… Don’t fight too hard now,” she murmured, pushing Ducklett further, feeling the soft resistance before giving a little extra squeeze to make her go deeper.

Ducklett’s voice came out muffled and frantic. “No! Don’t eat meeee!!”

But Lumi only giggled louder, savoring every moment. “Oh… so tasty.”

The water trembled with the gurgling and giggling, Lumi’s determination holding fast as Ducklett sank further, the scene leaving Finneon staring slack-jawed, Fira clapping, and Ogerpon chuckling at the unexpected outcome.

Lumi kept swallowing Ducklett, her head sliding past the entrance to her belly as she stared at the fleshy chamber. Her eyes watered from the heat and the foul stench, but she didn’t stop.

Ducklett’s legs flailed wildly, trying to kick Lumi’s face. “Stop! Ahh! Please, I’m serious!”

Lumi’s ears twitched, but she concentrated, exhaling softly through her nose. “Shh… just a little deeper… you’re doing so well,” she murmured, pushing Ducklett’s lower body into her maw.

The bird’s feathers tickled her inner walls as she went down, and Lumi shivered, letting out a giggle. “Mmm… down you go.” Her chest widened as the bulge slid slowly further.

Ducklett’s muffled voice squeaked, “I-I don’t want to be eaten! Someone help me!”

The Eevee widened her jaws one last time, sealing her lips around Ducklett’s body, leaving only her ankles sticking out. She chewed gently, licking her body with her tongue, unable to resist purring with her cheeks puffed out.

Sluuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrpppppp…

Lumi slurped up the bird’s feet as if they were noodles, holding her in her mouth for a few seconds before swallowing again and pushing Ducklett with her tongue.

“Ahh! I can’t hold on!” Ducklett cried, trying to grab the slippery walls of Lumi’s esophagus. But the peristalsis and contractions dragged her deeper, slowly depositing her into Lumi’s belly.

Heaving slightly, Lumi tilted her head back and let out a loud GULP, wincing as her throat ached from swallowing so fast. “Mmm… almost… there…” She followed the bulge with her forepaws until it vanished beneath her chest, ballooning her gut. She licked her lips, closed her eyes, and flicked her ears, thoroughly pleased.

Ogerpon floated nearby, impressed. “Huh… that must be tough, eating someone while swimming. She’s really got skill.”

Fira smirked, clapping her paws. “Yep… Lumi’s improving. Look at her go, about to become a good pred.”

Finneon stared, speechless, floating dumbfounded. “I… I… don’t even…”

Lumi giggled, purring softly. “Aaaaaaaah, yummy yummy in my tummy~”

Ducklett’s muffled voice protested faintly from inside. “Spit me out now or I will give you the worst indigestion of your life!”

Lumi’s eyes sparkled as she chuckled. “You can try, but your threats are not getting you out,” she said, pressing gently with her forepaws against her newly ballooned belly.

The water around them trembled faintly with her gurgling belly and soft giggles, Lumi basking in her success as Ducklett struggled inside and stretched the Eevee’s midsection in different directions before it returned to its round shape.

Lumi lay on her back, her belly sticking out from the water like a brown island. She rubbed it with her forepaws, licking her lips and letting out a small hiccup.

Fira smirked, floating nearby. “I’m actually surprised my little sister managed to eat someone almost her size,” she said, eyes gleaming.

Ogerpon shook her head, a mix of awe and dread on her face. “I just hope she doesn’t grow up as much as Fira, her appetite would be legendary.”

Lumi tilted her head, a small, mischievous smile on her muzzle. “Hmm, I wonder how you might taste, Ogerpon…” she murmured, her ears flicking. “But I am too small right now. Maybe in the future…”

Ogerpon shrieked, waving her paws. “Hey! I-I hope you’re joking!”

Lumi said nothing, her eyes sparkling.

Ogerpon peeked from behind Fira, hiding mockingly. “That silence’s not helping,” she muttered, trembling slightly.

Fira rolled her eyes, smacking her lips. “I remember when I ate you three under Pecharunt’s control. You tasted like an orange mixed with herbs.”

Ogerpon tapped the back of Fira’s neck, groaning. “Hey! You’re not helping either, Fira.”

Inside Lumi, Ducklett could barely move. She was coated in slick fluids, the stomach walls gently kneading her from all sides.

The smell was awful, a mix of sour bile and lingering scents of previously swallowed food. The damp heat clung to her feathers, making her eyes water and her throat burn with each strained breath.

Floating around her, Ducklett spotted bits of leftover berries and tufts of fur suspended in the liquid. The gurgles of Lumi’s stomach mixed with the rhythmic thump of her heartbeat, creating a loud, wet cacophony that reminded Ducklett painfully of her helpless predicament.

“This is gross! I can’t move!” Ducklett gasped, pushing against the slick walls with all her might.

Outside, Lumi’s belly stretched in different directions with each push, then slowly returned to its round shape. She chuckled, patting it gently. “Keep trying, it’s so ticklish,” she purred.

Ducklett’s muffled voice squeaked from inside. “I won’t mess with anyone ever again! Please… let me go!”

Lumi giggled, shaking slightly. “Mmhm, too late for that,” she said, her forepaws pressing lightly against the taut skin of her belly, feeling Ducklett’s tiny movements as her stomach walls kneaded and flexed around her.

The gurgles continued, a wet, rhythmic thump mixing with Lumi’s heartbeat, while Ducklett wriggled, coated in fluids and heat, utterly aware of the slow, insistent pressure pressing her deeper into the Eevee’s belly.

Fira floated nearby, smirking again. “See? That’s my little sister. She’s relentless.”

Ogerpon peeked again, muttering under her breath. “Despite being so small she sure has a big appetite.”

Lumi’s soft giggles echoed faintly, the warmth of her belly pressing gently against Ducklett as she purred. “Relax, birdie. You’re safe… for now…”

Finneon floated nearby, dumbfounded, trembling as he watched the whole scene, terrified of being next. When Lumi’s eyes landed on him, he let out a startled yelp.

“Hey, don’t worry,” Lumi said softly, tilting her head. “We’re not going to harm you. Are you okay?”

Finneon stammered, blinking rapidly. “I-I… y-yes,” he managed, nodding quickly.

Fira grinned at him. “That jerk isn’t going to bother anyone ever again. She’s stewing inside my sister,” she said, tapping Lumi’s belly lightly. Lumi released a small hiccup, rising a paw to her mouth and giggling.

Finneon’s fins fluttered nervously, and a faint blush crept across his scales. He tried not to stare at Lumi’s round, protruding gut and muttered, “Th-thank you for stepping in. Are… are you going to let Ducklett go after a while?”

Fira shook her head firmly, grinning. “No way. She’s going to pad out my sister.”

Ducklett’s muffled voice erupted from beneath Lumi’s skin. “NOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

Lumi’s ears flicked, and she blushed faintly.

“I hope she is not too fattening,” Lumi murmured. “I have to watch my figure…”

Small bulges appeared and vanished across the curvature of her belly as Ducklett squirmed inside.

Ogerpon chuckled, floating beside them. “That won’t be a problem. That bird is more air than anything else.”

Lumi yawned, her muzzle stretching as her stomach gurgled. “Fira, can you lift me with your mouth and place me on my back? I’m feeling sluggish, and the food coma is hitting hard.”

Fira groaned, looking down at the small eevee. “You are a grown-up Pokémon. I shouldn’t…” Her gaze softened as Lumi’s Baby-Doll eyes blinked up at her.

Fira sighed, rolling her eyes. “Ugh, I spoil you too much,” she admitted.

Lumi smirked, tail flicking. “Thanks. You’re a big softie,” she said, letting out a contented sigh.

Finneon floated silently, still wide-eyed, his scales tinged pink as he watched Lumi, her belly rising and falling in gentle, rhythmic gurgles.

Fira patted Lumi’s round gut lightly. “Wow, she is quickly getting soft in there.”

“Yes, I can feel it,” Lumi purred, licking her lips, her ears flicking in satisfaction. The soft warmth of her belly pressed around Ducklett inside, each subtle movement reminding her of her captive meal and the faint squirming beneath her skin.

Ogerpon chuckled again. “She’s really enjoying herself. That little squirmy bird doesn’t know what hit it.”

Lumi’s eyes half-closed, tail twitching lazily. “Mmm… it’s nice to be pampered,” she murmured, pressing her paws gently against her belly, feeling the soft movements inside.

Ducklett let out another muffled protest, barely audible through Lumi’s stomach. “Please let me out of here!”

“Nope,” Lumi purred, her ears flicking with amusement. “You’re not getting out, you are going to become a part of me just like that Dedenne I ate earlier.”

Fira laughed softly, nudging Lumi. “You really are spoiled, little sister.”

“I know,” Lumi said, smirking, nuzzling her own belly. “And I love it.”

Fira grabbed Lumi’s scruff with her jaws, lifting her off the water and grinning. Lumi felt heavier than before, and heat crept up her muzzle as she pressed her forepaws against her round, protruding gut.

She purred involuntarily as Ducklett struggled faintly within her, small whimpers muffled beneath the layers of skin and muscle.

A couple of seconds later, Fira gently placed Lumi on her back. Lumi shook herself vigorously, water droplets flying in all directions. Ogerpon laughed, pointing. “Careful! Don’t soak everything!”

Ogerpon’s eyes flicked to Lumi’s bulging belly. “Hey, can I poke it?” she asked.

Lumi nodded, eyes glimmering. “Go on.”

Ogerpon pressed a paw faintly against Lumi’s soft, squishy gut. The flab yielded slightly, releasing a faint groan.

Gwooorp.

Lumi gasped in delight, eyes fluttering and tongue slipping out as she blushed.

“Ohhh…” Lumi purred, moaning and pressing her paws against herself instinctively.

Ogerpon quickly retracted her hand, eyes wide. “I-I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable!”

Lumi shook her head, tail wagging. “No, I like it. Rub it… please.”

Ogerpon nodded, sliding her paw along Lumi’s sides, kneading gently. Lumi purred and wagged her tail, her body trembling with pleasure.

Some of the gurgles beneath her skin echoed faintly, muffling Ducklett’s faint whimpers as she shifted, trying to get comfortable in the hostile, wet interior.

Fira glanced over her shoulder, smirking. “Looks like someone’s enjoying it. Maybe you could give me a belly rub too?”

Ogerpon grinned, pressing her paw a little firmer. “Ok, I’m really good at belly rubs.”

Fira’s ears flicked as she remembered her captives, and with a swift motion, slapped her gut underwater.

SLAP!

The water shook violently, Lumi and Ogerpon wobbling on Fira’s back, the Flareon’s belly jiggling and bouncing with a loud SPLORCH!

Inside Fira, Pecharunt and his sidekicks tumbled from side to side due to the rough motion, gasping in shock and bracing for the worst. Fira smirked, eyes narrowing playfully. “Hope my digestive tract didn’t fully deal with you yet,” she murmured, feeling the flailing forms within her.

Lumi pressed her paws against her own gut, feeling the squishy bounce beneath her touch. “Wow, that’s amazing,” she whispered, tail swishing, gurgles resonating faintly from within, her body shivering with the sensations as Ducklett shifted helplessly inside.

Ogerpon laughed, rubbing Lumi’s sides eagerly. “You’re so soft. I could do this all day,” she said, limbs sinking faintly into the flab again.

“Keep going,” Lumi purred, pressing her muzzle against her paws and letting out a low, contented hum. “I love it, don’t stop.”

Fira glanced back with a sly grin. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a spoiled little Eevee.”

Lumi giggled, tail wagging energetically. The gurgles from her belly echoed faintly, and Ducklett whined softly, struggling desperately to try and make the Eevee feel uncomfortable and spit her out but to no avail.