Pearl keeps messing with her prey and inside the gluttonous Vaporeon the truce the explorers signed up with the outlaw begins to crack due to the tension which is beginning to take hold of the desperate situation. Will they make it before it is too late or will they turn into nutrients and pudge for the smug eeveelution’s body? Enjoy!

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The forest was quiet once more, save for the rhythmic, heavy gurgling emanating from the shiny Vaporeon’s reclining form.

Urp.

Pearl let out a smaller, more controlled burp, clearing her throat with a delicate sound. She reached up with a sharp claw, casually picking a bit of debris from between her teeth.

"You know," Pearl mused aloud, her voice resonant and smooth, "I really didn't expect those little seeds to still have any kick left in them. I ate that stuff along with a whole village of about twenty Pokémon a couple of weeks ago."

She closed her eyes, a fond, predatory smile spreading across her face.

"I still remember how they scrambled, trying to find a way out of my path. I just gulped them down, one by one, until the village was... well, inside. It was a very busy afternoon."

She tapped her thick, rounded buttock with the tip of her tail, the sound a soft thud against her own weight.

"And they went exactly to the right places, too. They made me so much chubbier and more beautiful. A big girl like me has to keep up her figure, after all."

She giggled, patting the vast curve of her gut. After a moment, she noticed the interior had gone eerily quiet, the frantic scratching and shouting replaced by the low, wet thrum of her own biological processes. Wanting to stir the pot, she raised her heavy forepaw and slapped her belly abruptly.

SMACK!

The impact sent a massive ripple through her midsection.

Inside, Sneasel and Tepig were knocked off their feet, letting out startled, muffled yelps as they tumbled through the rising pool of fluids.

Pearl watched with a smirk as her round gut sloshed and wobbled for several seconds before finally settling back into its taut, heavy shape.

Flygon, recovering from the jolt, surged upward. She pressed her head firmly against the ceiling of the stomach, the protrusion of her skull clearly visible from the outside as she struggled against the tightening muscle.

"You are a gluttonous, arrogant jerk!" Flygon’s voice came through, muffled but dripping with venom. "Let me out of here right now! It is horrible in here! The smell, the heat—it's unbearable!"

Pearl feigned a look of deep, exaggerated sadness, shaking her head from side to side. "Aw, how heartbreaking," she sighed.

"To think that I am providing you with such a nice, warm stay in my belly, and eventually, I’ll even use you as a soft cushion for my butt once you've settled on my hips..."

She let out a mocking, high-pitched whine. "You are just so ungrateful for my hospitality. It really hurts my feelings."

Pearl's eyes glinted with mischief as she raised her forepaw again. With a firm, decisive motion, she slapped the exact spot where Flygon’s head was stretching the skin.

SLAP!

BLORP!

The force sent the dragon reeling backward into the dark, wet depths of the chamber.

"GAH!" Flygon’s startled yelp echoed upward as she splashed back into the digestive juices. The Vaporeon’s gut sloshed heavily with the displacement, the weight shifting visibly until it settled once more.

Pearl’s ears flicked in pure delight at the sound of the dragon's frustration. "There now," the alpha purred, her tail wagging slowly in the grass. "I think you’ll just have to stew in there for a little bit longer. Maybe then you’ll learn to appreciate everything I’m doing for you~"

Inside, Tepig shivered, hugging his knees as the walls began to knead more firmly. "She's... she's never going to let us go, is she?"

Sneasel looked at the ceiling, his jaw set in a hard line. "Not if she can help it. We're just 'calories' to her…"

Pearl let out a long, content sigh. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she rolled onto her side again, her massive weight shifting like a slow-moving tide. Inside, the world tilted violently for the three captives.

The stomach floor became a wall as they lost their balance, sliding across the slick membrane and colliding hard with the pulsing sides. The pool of digestive fluids sloshed abruptly, washing over them in a warm, sticky wave.

Sneasel and Tepig emerged from the murky pool, gasping for air and shaking their limbs. The translucent slime clung to their fur and skin, dripping in thick ropes that refused to be shaken off. Tepig quivered in sheer terror, his ears drooping low. "It's getting... so much tighter," he whimpered.

Flygon, fueled by a stubborn refusal to submit, leaped toward the ceiling. She pressed her hands against the tight, puckered entrance to the esophagus, her muscles straining as she tried to pry the passage open between heavy, desperate grunts.

"Open... you... wretched... fish!" she hissed, but the entrance remained stubbornly shut, as solid and unyielding as a stone vault.

Buurp.

Outside, Pearl let out a smaller, airy burp. she licked her lips with a long, pink tongue, her tail swaying with predatory grace while she kept her forepaws crossed regally beneath her chin. She yawned widely, the motion mockingly casual.

“Yaaaaaawn~”

"My, my," Pearl called out, patting her distended side with a heavy palm. "Are you three really trying in there? Because honestly, at this rate, you're going to be formless mush before you even make a dent. I can feel my body starting to work on you... it’s a lovely sensation." She broke into a low, rumbling chuckle. "I'm going to look so much better once you're all just pudge on my body."

Sneasel snarled, his eyes watering from the heat. "I'll give you something to feel!" He took a deep breath and unleashed an Icy Wind, the freezing gale hitting the stomach wall with a sharp hiss.

However, the high internal temperature of the alpha Vaporeon was too much; the frost melted almost instantly, turning into a warm, humid mist that only served to slick the walls further.

Pearl let out a long, soft moan of pure pleasure.

"Oh! That felt wonderful," she sighed, her voice vibrating through the trio. "It was like a cooling compress for my insides. Please, little explorer, do try that again! I could get used to that."

GRRRRRBRRRRRLM…

A deep, wet growl from her gut punctuated her words, signaling the start of a more aggressive churn.

Determined to contribute, Tepig tucked his head and charged. "Take Down!" he squealed, slamming his body into the stomach lining.

He managed to stretch the wall outward a couple of inches, creating a visible bulge on Pearl's exterior, but the elastic muscle snapped back right on cue.

BOING!

The force sent Tepig flying backward, where he collided with the opposite wall with a muffled thud. The entire fleshy chamber bounced slightly from the impact before returning to its usual, rounded shape.

Pearl laughed, the sound booming through the cavern of her torso. "That tickled! You children are so full of energy. It’s a shame, really, because my museum is going to need a complete redesign for the next visitors. Nothing survives my gastric juices for long, you know."

She grinned from side to side, her sharp teeth glinting in the forest light.

"By the time I'm done with you, I'll probably have another whole village churning in my belly. I certainly won't mind a bit of extra chub decorating my divine body.”

She hummed happily as she glanced over her shoulder.

“It’s a small price to pay for such a delicious collection."

She shook her ass from side to side, the weight of her belly swaying with the movement, savoring the frantic, muffled protests of the three souls trapped within her depths.

The cavernous stomach erupted with a thunderous, liquid GWOO-ORR-GURGLE!! that vibrated through the trio’s feet. Outside, Pearl let out a long, blissful sigh, her pink tongue hanging lazily from the corner of her mouth.

"Oh, did you hear that?" Pearl called down, her voice a rich, muffled honey. "That’s the sound of the main event. My digestion is beginning in earnest now, darlings. You really should find a way out soon—unless, of course, you’ve decided you like the idea of being permanent guests on my body. I certainly don’t mind the extra company!"

Inside, the light from the Luminous Orb revealed the pool of fluids beginning to boil with renewed intensity, thick bubbles of green acid popping and releasing a stinging haze.

Flygon’s ruby eyes darted around in a panic. "Don't just stand there! Move!" she barked at the explorers. "Find something! Anything!"

Sneasel and Tepig exchanged a grim, terrified glance before diving back into the heap of debris. They scrambled through the muck, their paws slick with slime.

"I found one! An Escape Orb!" Tepig squealed, pulling a glowing sphere from a half-melted crate. But as he went to activate it, his face fell.

A jagged, dark rift ran through the center of the glass, the magic within long since drained by the Vaporeon’s internal pressure.

Pearl’s smug voice echoed around them, vibrating the very floor they stood on. "Poor little piglet. Even if that orb wasn't broken, it would be utterly futile.”

She purred happily as her eyes closed a bit.

“You aren't in a mystery dungeon where the world plays by rules, dear. You’re inside a living, breathing Vaporeon. My body is the only law here."

She tapped her chin playfully with a claw, her tail twitching in the grass.

"The only thing that could possibly pluck you out of there is a Teleport Seed. But unfortunately for you, I make it a point never to eat those. They taste absolutely horrible, and besides... I’m not in the habit of letting my guests leave before the party is over."

"Ignore the fish!" Flygon snarled, her voice cracking with desperation. "Keep searching! Our lives depend on this!"

She began grabbing armfuls of debris—half-digested scarves that crumbled in her grip, melted badges that were nothing but twisted metal, and soggy remnants of previous meals.

She tossed them aside into the boiling pool. Each item hit the acid with a violent, hissing sound that sent a cold shiver down the trio’s spines as they watched the objects dissolve into nothingness.

Minutes bled into what felt like hours. Every crate was overturned; every bag was emptied. But every potential tool was either rendered useless by the stomach's heat or ineffective against the biological prison.

Flygon whipped her tail against the pulsing wall in a fit of rage, her scales slick with sweat and slime.

"I can't believe it!" she yelled, her voice echoing into the darkness above. "I am going to die digested by an obese, overgrown fish!"

Pearl’s voice drifted down again, a calm correction in her tone. "I’m not obese, Flygon. I’m chubby and curvy—there’s a big difference." She winked down at her belly and patted it affectionately. "And soon, you’ll be the reason I’m even curvier."

Sneasel slumped against the kneading wall, his claws retracted. He looked over and saw Tepig’s large eyes filling with tears. The little Fire-type began to sob, his small body shaking. "I want to go home... I don't want to be pudge... please, I just want out!"

Sneasel reached out, trying to pull the piglet into a comforting embrace, but his own hands were shaking too much to be of much help. Tepig’s soft wails filled the humid chamber.

"Knock it off!" Flygon snapped, her eyes flashing. "We don't need your pathetic whines right now! It's distracting and useless!"

Sneasel whipped his head around, baring his fangs at the dragon. "Apologize to him! Right now! We’re all in the same boat, and you’re the one who threw the only weapons we had into the acid! Have some heart, you scaly coward!"

“They were half-digested, you fool!” Flygon hissed, eyes burning with fury. “Nothing would have helped us!”

Outside, Pearl glanced over her sleek shoulder, pressing her cheek against a forepaw as she propped herself up on one elbow. She watched her midsection ripple and heave with the internal conflict, a wide, predatory smile stretching from side to side across her face.

"My, my," Pearl murmured to herself with a delighted giggle. "My belly is getting quite lively today. Fight all you want, darlings. It just helps me digest you all the quicker~"

The humid atmosphere inside the Vaporeon’s gut reached a boiling point of a different kind as Flygon’s temper finally snapped.

With a guttural snarl, she lunged, bonking Sneasel squarely on the belly with her head. The impact sent the ice-type flying backward, where he landed with a loud splash in the rising digestive juices.

Sneasel scrambled to his feet, dripping with thick, translucent slime. He shook himself off, his eyes narrowing into cold slits as his claws extended to their full length.

"You've done it now, you scaly freak!" he hissed. He leaped through the haze, his fist glowing with a frigid light as he slammed an Ice Punch into Flygon’s cheek.

The dragon’s head tilted sharply to the side, a yelp of genuine pain escaping her as she staggered and collided with the pulsing stomach wall.

She gagged as the fleshy lining kneaded against her shoulder, but she quickly shook herself off and lunged forward. "I'll tear you apart!" she roared, her jaws snapping shut around Sneasel’s arm.

CHOMP!

"GAHH!" Sneasel shrieked in agony. In a desperate act of retaliation, he twisted his body and sank his fangs deep into the base of Flygon’s tail.

“YEOWCH!!”

"Stop it! Please, stop!" Tepig cried out, his voice small and high-pitched. He tried to get between them, but the two combatants ignored him entirely, rolling across the spongy floor in a chaotic tangle of limbs and tails, grabbing at each other’s throats and limbs.

Gurgle… blorp… churn… groan…

Wobb… wobble… wobb… slosh

Outside, Pearl felt her middle begin to lurch and jump. She glanced over her shoulder, watching the surface of her belly ripple with the violence inside. She began to clap her forepaws together mockingly.

"Oh, bravo! Truly thoughtful of you to offer a show to your hostess," she called out, her voice rich with amusement.

She rolled slightly and began rubbing her side in an almost maternal, soothing fashion, despite the wicked grin on her face. "Keep it up, darlings! It’s much more entertaining than a museum tour."

As the fight escalated, the walls of the stomach began to stretch in every direction. Sharp impacts from claws and feet created faint, fleeting imprints on Pearl’s pink skin—the ghost of a wing here, a foot there—before the elastic muscle snapped back into its rounded shape.

Pearl’s eyes flicked in pure delight, her tail wagging through the forest grass. She tilted her head, watching the bulges shift. "Hmm, whom should I bet on? The outlaw with the temper, or the feisty little explorer?" She let out a series of giggles. "Go on! I'm cheering for both of you!"

Flygon managed to get the upper hand, grabbing Sneasel by the feet. With a grunt of exertion, she slammed him face-first into the floor, using her weight to keep his upper body pinned beneath the surface of the acidic fluids. Sneasel thrashed wildly, bubbles of air rising as he tried to emerge.

Tepig’s trembling reached a breaking point. "I said STOP!" He tucked his head and used Take Down, slamming into Flygon’s side.

“ACK!”

The dragon let out a startled yelp, losing her grip and colliding hard against the stomach wall. Sneasel surfaced, gasping for air and spitting out mouthfuls of bitter slime, coughing violently.

"Sneasel! Are you okay?" Tepig asked, rushing to his partner’s side. He turned to face Flygon, his voice louder and firmer than it had been since they were swallowed.

"We are trapped! We are literally being turned into pudge right now! We shouldn't be fighting each other if we want any hope of finding a way out before it's too late!"

Flygon stood up, wiping slime from her snout. She crossed her arms over her chest, looking away toward the dark esophagus with a hiss, "HMPH! Whatever, brat. He started it."

Sneasel gave the dragon one final, murderous glare, but he didn't move to attack again. He simply lowered his head, his chest heaving as the heat continued to rise.

Pearl’s voice echoed down into the chamber once more, a mocking whine in her tone. "Aw, Tepig. You ruined the show... and it was just getting to the best part." She sighed, her belly giving a loud, wet gurgle of disappointment. "I guess you'll all just have to go back to being boring old lunch…"

The relentless kneading of the stomach walls grew more rhythmic, a steady, pulsing reminder of the fate that awaited the trio. Flygon stood with her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her ruby eyes darting around the darkening, humid chamber.

This can’t be the end, she thought, her jaw set in defiance. I’m a legend of the sands, not a footnote in this fish’s digestive history. Beside her, Tepig’s small body shook with uncontrollable sobs as he rubbed his watering eyes with his stubby forepaws, while Sneasel knelt beside him, offering a rare, quiet comfort.

Pearl’s voice suddenly boomed through the fleshy walls, sounding bright and refreshed. "You know, I’ve been thinking," she mused, her voice vibrating the very pool of fluids they stood in.

"You were all surprisingly tasty! I don’t think I’ve ever had the pleasure of sampling your specific species before. I think it’s time for the Official Meal Rating Contest!"

She let out a smug chuckle that made the stomach floor heave. "And don't worry, little explorers—even though I kept you tucked away in my Acid Armor instead of sending you down my throat, I know exactly how you tasted. My body is very perceptive."

Pearl hummed thoughtfully, pressing a heavy paw to her chin as she looked up at the forest canopy. "Let's start with the big one. Flygon! I’ll give you a solid 7.4 out of 10. You were wonderfully crunchy and very filling, but I have to be honest—you were a bit dry and quite rough on the way down. You really should have relaxed more."

"Dry?! Rough?!" Flygon roared, her pride wounded even in her predicament. "I'll show you rough!" She lashed out with a powerful kick against the stomach wall, stretching Pearl’s blue side outward in a sharp, temporary protrusion.

WHUMP!

Pearl simply chuckled, patting the spot where the dragon’s foot had struck. "Oh, don’t be so mad, dear! It’s a respectable score. Besides, you don't even know if you're going to win the contest yet."

She moved on without pause. "Next up, our feisty Sneasel. A 6.8 out of 10. Having you inside me is like eating a spicy ice cream—refreshing, but a bit bitter. And I’m afraid you lose points for being so hostile to my poor gut. It’s very rude to claw at your hostess from the inside."

Sneasel didn't even look up; he remained focused on Tepig, his mind racing for any last-ditch effort to save them.

Pearl licked her lips audibly, a wet sound that echoed through the chamber. "And finally, little Tepig. You get an 8 out of 10! You’re deliciously smoky and surprisingly meaty for your size, with a lovely sweet finish. Though, I must admit, you were barely an appetizer."

Tepig’s wails intensified at the rating. "I don't want to be a sweet finish! I want to go home! Please, Pearl, let us out!"

Flygon groaned, trying to block out the crying, while Sneasel squeezed Tepig’s shoulder. "Hang on, buddy... just hang on," the ice-type whispered, though his voice lacked conviction.

Pearl feigned a deep, sympathetic sigh. "Oh, Tepig, don't be like that! You should really appreciate the journey you’ve had. Think of how lovely it was when you and Sneasel swam through my watery body while I was in my liquid form.”

She rolled her eyes as she kept hearing Tepig’s muffled whimpers.

“And remember when I placed you both right on my buttocks and made you spin around using my muscles? That was a world-class ride!"

She giggled, a sound of pure, unadulterated amusement. "You can consider my body like the ultimate amusement park! Most Pokémon would pay a fortune for the experience you’re having right now. It’s just a shame the ride only has one exit, and it leads straight to my hips!"

The forest light filtered through the canopy, catching the iridescent sheen of Pearl’s skin as she let out a cavernous, teeth-baring yawn. Her long tongue coiled and flexed for a few seconds before she snapped her jaws shut with a contented sigh.

"Oh, the food coma is hitting so hard," Pearl murmured, her voice thick with drowsiness. "I could honestly just lay here in the grass and sleep for a week. But... I think I’ll go for a little stroll instead. I need to stretch my legs, and besides, I want to stay awake to enjoy every last second of your struggling before you finally quiet down."

She arched her back like a cat, rising her butt high to give it a slow, playful wiggle. She glanced over her shoulder, sticking her tongue out and winking as she watched her own flab shift and ripple with the motion.

"I really must thank my metabolism," she giggled, patting her thigh. "And, of course, I have to thank all the wonderful volunteers who contributed to giving me such an amazing, soft body.”

“Though, honestly," she added with a mock-serious roll of her eyes, "I was already breathtakingly beautiful and curvy long before I started filling up on Pokémon."

She began to walk, her pace slow and deliberate. She tilted her head, tapping her chin as she pondered a thought.

"You know, I’ve actually lost count of how many of you are part of me now. How many souls have I accepted to pad out my frame? Five thousand? No, no... that’s too low. Seven thousand?"

She burst into a rich, melodic laugh that shook her entire midsection. "It’s simply impossible to remember every single one I devour! I suppose I’m just a walking graveyard of delicious memories! HAHA!"

As she moved, she glanced down between her legs at her heavy, hanging belly. With every step, her stomach swayed rhythmically from side to side, eliciting a chorus of deep, wet gurgles and heavy sloshes.

Inside, the world had become a chaotic, tilting nightmare. The trio was tossed violently from side to side with every step Pearl took. Flygon hissed as she was thrown into the pulsing wall, her wings pinning against the wet tissue. "Stop... moving... you mountain of lard!" she roared, her voice muffled by the thick lining.

Sneasel and Tepig were having a much harder time. They tumbled into the boiling pool of fluids, splashing face-first into the slime before being thrown against the opposite wall as Pearl turned a corner.

"I can't... stay... up!" Tepig wailed, his voice bubbling through a sob as he collided with Sneasel.

"Just grab onto the wall!" Sneasel shouted, his claws skidding uselessly against the slick, kneading tissue. "She’s doing this on purpose! She’s trying to shake us down!"

Pearl felt every impact, every frantic scramble of claws and feet against her interior. To her, it didn't hurt; it was a rhythmic, internal tickle that made her skin tingle. She let out a series of delighted giggles, her tail swaying lazily behind her as she navigated the forest.

"Oh, I can hear you in there!" Pearl called out, her voice a deep vibration that hummed through their bones.

"Are we having trouble keeping our balance? Don't worry, darlings. Once you've settled into my hips, you won't have to worry about falling ever again. You'll be perfectly snug and secure, forever a part of my lovely silhouette."

Flygon punched the wall in a fit of futile rage. "I am not becoming pudge! Do you hear me?! I am an outlaw!"

"You're a calorie, dear," Pearl corrected with a smirk, her belly swaying with a particularly heavy slosh as she stepped over a fallen log. "A very loud, very angry calorie~"

Pearl came to a sudden halt in a small clearing, her eyes glinting with a fresh wave of mischief. "You know, you three haven't been nearly as cooperative as the last five villages," she mused, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "I think you need a little help settling in."

Without warning, she began to shake her massive, rounded belly from side to side with deliberate, heavy force. The forest air was filled with a chorus of rhythmic, wet groans, deep churns, and aggressive sloshes as her flab shifted in great, swaying arcs.

Inside, the world turned into a chaotic vortex. Tepig screamed as a massive wave of digestive juices struck him from the side, sweeping his legs out from under him. He vanished beneath the surface for a second before emerging, coughing and sputtering.

"I can't... I can't stand up!" he wailed, shaking his head frantically to clear the slime from his eyes, only for the inner earthquake to swing him violently toward the opposite wall.

Flygon, pushed to the brink of insanity by the Vaporeon’s playfulness, snarled and lunged. She dug her sharp teeth deep into the stomach wall, biting down with every ounce of her dragon strength, eager to tear through the pink tissue.

Outside, Pearl barely felt more than a pinch. She groaned slightly, closing one eye as if reacting to a mild itch.

"Oh, was that a bite, Flygon?" Pearl giggled, the vibration of her voice rattling the dragon’s skull. "How precious. You're like a little teething Lillipup."

Sneasel, seeing the opening, gathered his dark energy. "Eat this!" he roared, unleashing a Dark Pulse directly into the kneading lining. The shadowy explosion made the stomach wall shift faintly, and the pressure forced a tiny, airy burp out of Pearl’s throat.

Urp.

The Vaporeon rolled her eyes, her expression shifting to one of mock disappointment. "Alright, that's enough of that. You’re being very naughty children, and naughty children get punished. Let’s speed things up, shall we?"

Pearl intensified the motion, her hips swaying with a rougher, more abrupt rhythm. The contents of her round gut bounced and collided in a bizarre cacophony—startled yelps from the trio, the wet thwack of bodies hitting fleshy walls, and the frantic sloshing of the fluids.

The flab on her sides wobbled and shifted with every jolt, turning the interior into a dizzying centrifuge of heat and slime.

Finally, Pearl stopped. She stood tall with a proud, triumphant smile, watching as the ripples on her stomach slowly settled back into their heavy, hanging curve.

"There. That’s enough for now," she sighed happily. "I hope you’re not too dizzy in there. Though, since you’ve gone so quiet, I’ll take that as a 'yes'—or perhaps you’re just finally starting to melt into my curves."

She resumed her walk, her tail swaying lazily behind her. As she moved through the deeper parts of the forest, the bushes rustled with the sounds of smaller Pokémon scurrying away in terror.

Pidgey took flight and Rattata vanished into burrows the moment her shadow loomed over them. Pearl chuckled, her gaze lingering on a shivering Oddish for just a second too long before she kept walking.

"Look at them all, so shy," Pearl whispered, her voice echoing down to her captives. "They think I’m some sort of monster just because I’m intimidating to look at. They don't realize I’m actually quite soft once you get to know me—especially on the inside. Isn't that right, darlings? You’ve never been in a place so warm and plush in your entire lives."

Inside, Flygon slumped against the wall, her head spinning. "I... I’m going to... make her pay..." she muttered breathlessly, though the rising gurgles of Pearl's stomach seemed to drown out her threat as the alpha's relentless metabolism continued its work.

The forest canopy rustled as Pearl’s sharp eyes locked onto a cluster of deep purple, glistening berries hanging high on a sturdy branch. Her eyes glinted with greed, and she licked her lips, her long tongue sweeping across her muzzle.

GRRRRRROOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAN!

Her stomach responded instantly, letting out a thunderous, cavernous gurgle that vibrated through her entire frame.

"Oh, hush now," Pearl cooed, patting her heavy, swaying midsection lovingly. "Don't be so impatient. I’m going to send a lovely little dessert your way right now. You’ve been such a good girl today, holding all those snacks so well."

Inside the humid darkness, Flygon’s ruby eyes went wide as the sound of the Vaporeon's voice boomed around her. "Still hungry?!" she shrieked, her voice echoing up the slick walls. "You
are a bottomless pit! You’re worse than a Snorlax! How much more can you possibly cram in here before you pop?"

Pearl rolled her eyes, a smug smile on her face as she approached the tree. "I am a growing alpha, Flygon. A big girl like me needs to be well-fed to maintain these exquisite curves. Now, hold still."

Pearl shifted her weight and stood tall on her hind legs, pressing her heavy forepaws against the rough bark of the trunk which creaked faintly.

Inside, the world suddenly tilted to a steep, diagonal angle. The trio yelped as the floor became a slide.

Flygon reacted instantly, digging her sharp claws deep into the fleshy stomach lining to anchor herself. Sneasel and Tepig, having nothing to grab, lunged forward and desperately latched onto Flygon’s long, tapering tail.

"HEY! Let go of me, you parasites!" Flygon hissed, her face contorted in rage. She whipped her tail back and forth with violent force, trying to shake the explorers off. "I am not a safety rail! Get off!"

Outside, Pearl ignored the internal struggle. She stretched her neck, opening her jaws wide. Instead of picking the berries individually, she clamped her teeth down on the entire branch, ripping leaves and wood away in one go.

Munch, munch, munch…

She began to chew with her mouth closed, a pleased, melodic hum vibrating in her throat. Thick strings of saliva slid from the corners of her mouth as she savored the sweet juice. Finally, she tilted her head back and swallowed greedily.

Gulp.

A massive, jagged bulge stretched her throat, traveling slowly down until it vanished beneath her collarbone.

Flygon, sensing the shift in the muscles above, realized this was her moment. "The entrance!" she barked, her wings buzzing with a frantic energy. "When she swallows, the passage opens! This is it!"

She scrambled upward, flapping her wings for stability against the steep incline. She reached the puckered opening of the esophagus just as it began to stretch wide. Her eyes flickered with a spark of hope—the first light she had seen since being swallowed.

But before she could pull herself through, a massive, soggy barrage of half-chewed wood, shredded leaves, and pulverized berries hit her squarely in the face with a sickening SPLAT!

"G-GAH!" Flygon choked out, the sheer weight of the dessert slamming into her. She lost her grip instantly, her body slicked in berry juice and pulp. She went tumbling backward down the diagonal slope, rolling like a heavy stone.

She crashed directly over Sneasel and Tepig, her massive weight pinning them against the rear wall of the stomach.

The dragon lay there for a moment, her eyes spinning in her head as a hand rose to her dizzy brow. Beneath her, she could feel the frantic, muffled squirming of the two explorers.

"Get... off... us!" Sneasel’s voice came out as a strained, muffled wheeze from beneath Flygon’s torso. "You’re crushing us... my ribs!"

Tepig let out a high-pitched, bubbly groan. "Please... move! You’re too heavy!"

Flygon shook her head, slowly recovering her senses. She felt the duo trying to push her off, their small paws shoving against her scales, but she didn't budge.

Instead, she felt a dark sense of satisfaction. She rolled her shoulders and deliberately pressed her weight harder against them, pinning them firmly against the pulsing, wet wall.

"Shut up," Flygon muttered, a cruel smirk crossing her face despite the berry pulp dripping from her snout. "If I’m staying in here, you’re going to be my personal mattress. At least you’re more comfortable than the floor."

Above them, more of Pearl’s dessert continued to rain down, the half-chewed leaves and berries splashing into the pool as the Vaporeon licked her lips in pure, gluttonous delight.

"Mmm," Pearl whispered, her voice a deep, vibrating purr. "So sweet. I hope you're enjoying the treat as much as I am, darlings."

The pool of rising gastric juices swirled around Flygon’s waist, the dark, acidic tide deepening as Pearl’s digestion worked in overtime.

Beneath the dragon’s heavy frame, Sneasel and Tepig were almost entirely submerged, their limbs flailing weakly against the slick stomach floor. Thick, translucent slime filled their vision, and they began to choke as the fluids pressed against their muzzles.

"Get... up!" Sneasel sputtered, his voice a gargled mess of bubbles and desperation. "We can’t... breathe!"

Flygon’s response was a low, cruel chuckle. Instead of moving, she shifted her weight, grinding her back into them to find a more comfortable position against the pulsing rear wall. She leaned back, crossing her hands behind her head with a relaxed sigh, a dark smile playing on her lips.

“Hehe, nope~”

"I can't... the juice is... in my nose!" Tepig gasped, his small hooves frantic as he tried to find a pocket of air. "We're going to suffocate!"

"Oh, hush now," Flygon cooed casually, her voice smooth and indifferent. "It really isn't my problem, is it? Honestly, you two should count yourselves lucky. You’re already covered in this foul fish’s gastric juices—it makes you look quite unappetizing.”

Her tail splashed on the fluids, making some drops rise around her.

“If you weren't so slimy, I’d probably just gulp you both down whole myself." Her words were punctuated by a deep, hollow gurgle from her own midsection.

Grrrrrrooooooooowl…

She patted her gut with a clawed hand, letting out a hungry groan.

"I am getting a bit famished. And you know, I might be a bit heavier and sturdier than others of my kind because I’ve made a habit of having annoying little brats for lunch. I can still remember how sweet the last ones tasted."

She licked her lips at the memory, the motion visible even in the dim light of the Luminous Orb.

Beneath her, the frantic pushes of the explorers felt like nothing more than a faint, ticklish massage against her back. She snickered, leaning her full weight down to pin them tighter. "You’re much better as cushions than you ever were as explorers. Much quieter, too."

Outside, the forest was filled with the rhythmic, gluttonous sounds of Pearl’s feast. She was relentless, her jaws snapping shut over entire branches.

Crunch, munch, munch...

The sound of wood splintering and berries bursting echoed through the trees as she chewed eagerly with her mouth closed. She swallowed with a powerful, rhythmic flex of her neck, sending more debris down into the abyss.

Inside, Flygon looked up just in time to see a massive cascade of green mush and purple pulp descending from the esophagus. The wet, pulpy mass began to surround her, piling up around her shoulders and further burying the two explorers beneath her.

"Ugh, more of this slop?" Flygon groaned, shielding her eyes as the mush splattered against her.

"I hope this fat fish chokes on a twig. If she’d just keep that throat open for more than a second, I’d be out of this grave."

She watched the entrance to the stomach with a narrowed, hateful gaze, but it snapped shut with a wet, airtight seal every time the dessert was deposited. "She’s too fast. It’s like she knows I’m waiting."

Above them, Pearl let out a long, satisfied hum that vibrated through every inch of the stomach walls. "Mmm, so crunchy, so sweet," the Vaporeon whispered to the forest air, her voice a deep, muffled purr within the chamber.

"Don't be shy now, darlings. There's plenty of room for all of you to stew together~"

The last of the branches disappeared behind Pearl’s rows of sharp teeth as she finished her gluttonous task, leaving the tree stripped and barren. She blinked twice, her eyes shimmering with satisfaction, and let out a light giggle that made her throat ripple.

"Mmm, that was a truly divine dessert," Pearl remarked to the quiet forest, her ears flicking with delight.

Grrrrrrrruuuuuuuurrrrrgleeeeeeee…

Her belly let out a long, rolling gurgle of appreciation, the sound vibrating through her heavy frame. "See? I told you it was worth the wait, my dear stomach. You’re always so greedy for more."

She let out a contented hum and finally pulled her weight away from the tree trunk. Gravity claimed her massive form as her forepaws descended toward the earth.

THUMP!

When she hit the ground, the impact sent a huge cloud of dust billowing into the air around her.

Wobb… wobble… jiggle… slosh…

Her entire body wobbled and bounced for several seconds, her thick flab oscillating in heavy, rhythmic waves until it finally settled. Pearl smirked, glancing down at her shifting sides. "My, my... I’m getting so jiggly. All this extra pudge looks so good on me~"

Inside, the transition was nothing short of a cataclysm. As Pearl returned to all fours, the stomach chamber lurched back to its usual horizontal angle. Flygon, who had been pinning the explorers against the rear wall, was jerked forward with violent force.

"G-GAH!" Flygon yelped in surprise as her grip on the lining failed. She went flying, landing face-first into the deep pool of digestive juices and berry debris with a massive splash.

She sank instantly into the murky, acidic tide, leaving only the curve of her green back visible above the surface.

Sneasel and Tepig, suddenly freed from the crushing weight, were tossed forward as well, landing right on top of Flygon’s submerged back. They both scrambled to stay atop her like a makeshift island, gasping for air and coughing up the slime that had threatened to drown them moments ago.

"I... I can breathe!" Tepig wheezed, his chest heaving as he wiped pulp from his snout. "I really thought I was going to suffocate under her! Everything was going dark!"

Sneasel spat out a mouthful of bitter fluid, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at the dragon beneath them. "We actually have to thank the Vaporeon for that one," the ice-type muttered, clutching Flygon’s scales for balance as the stomach walls pulsed rhythmically around them.

"Her clumsiness finally did something useful for us." He looked around at the dark, gurgling chamber and then looked down at Flygon again. A spark of spite lit his eyes, and he stomped his foot softly against the dragon’s back. "That serves you right, you scaly bully!"

Tepig, feeling a rare moment of courage now that the tables had turned, began to bounce on Flygon’s back as if it were a trampoline. "Yeah! No more crushing us!"

A second later, Flygon’s head and neck erupted from the pool like a sea monster. She shook her head violently, spray of slime and half-chewed leaves flying in every direction.

"Agh! Gross! It’s everywhere!" she screamed, coughing and sputtering as she tried to clear her throat. "I have it in my mouth! I can taste the tree! Blegh!"

She let her tongue hang out, gagging at the bitter, acidic flavor of Pearl’s internal fluids mixed with raw wood.

As she recovered her senses, she felt the rhythmic bouncing on her spine. Her ruby eyes flashed with a murderous fire. With a sharp, dangerous hiss, she rose her upper body in a sudden, rough motion.

"GET. OFF!" she roared as she arched her back and rose her hindquarters to get rid of the explorers.

The movement jerked the explorers forward, sending Sneasel and Tepig tumbling off her back to land in a heap in the shallow fluids in front of her. Flygon rose to her full height, her wings buzzing with a sharp, angry drone as she shook her entire body, sending droplets of Vaporeon saliva and berry mush splattering against the pulsing walls.

"If you ever touch me again," Flygon growled, stepping toward them through the sloshing juices, "I'll make sure you don't live long enough to see what this fish's stomach does to you!"

The forest air was filled with the deep, melodic resonance of Pearl’s satisfaction. She stood tall, the weight of her distended middle pulling at her frame in a way she found utterly delightful.

A long, vibrating purr rolled through her chest, harmonizing with the wet, rhythmic churning of her gut.

"My, my," Pearl mused, glancing over her shoulder at the massive, shifting bulge that housed the three Pokémon. "I really must give you three credit. I didn't expect you to last this long; most of my snacks are turned into a lovely, formless mush by now. You’re quite durable!"

She waved a paw dismissively, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Not that it matters. I actually prefer it this way. I get to feel your little struggles for so much longer. It’s like a constant, warm hug from the inside out."

Inside, Flygon let out a sharp, jagged hiss of pure hatred, the sound echoing up the Vaporeon's throat. Pearl’s ears flicked, and she responded by sharply slapping her own side with a heavy, wet THWACK!

The impact sent a shockwave through the fleshy chamber. Flygon, caught off guard, was thrown across the pool of fluids, her body colliding hard with the opposite stomach wall. Pearl smirked at the muffled yelp that followed.

"Now, now, Flygon," Pearl chided, her voice dripping with mock disappointment. "You really are a bit ungrateful. Don't you appreciate the honor I'm giving you? You’re spending quality time in the finest gut in the world, contributing to my amazing curves!"

She let out a fake, high-pitched whine, pressing a paw to her chest. "Honestly, your attitude hurts my feelings. I’m giving you a new purpose, and all you do is complain."

Flygon scrambled to her feet, her ruby eyes blazing through the haze of digestive steam. "I don't care about your feelings or your 'curves' in the slightest!" she snapped, her voice cracking with fury. "I want out of this stinking pit! Now!"

Pearl merely shook her head, patting her side lovingly as she began to walk again. "You can say whatever you want, dear. Your lack of acceptance is completely irrelevant to my metabolism. You should really just rest easy. I always appreciate my meals—I'm a very thoughtful hostess."

She hummed, looking down at her lower half with a pensive expression. "I wonder where you’ll all end up? Maybe you’ll go to my hips, or perhaps my thighs. My belly is already so round, so maybe you'll add some extra cushion to my butt."

She grinned, waving a paw dismissively. "Well, it’s all irrelevant anyway. My body always welcomes its guests with open arms—or rather, open walls." She suddenly rose her hindquarters, giving her rump a slow, playful wiggle that sent the interior into a dizzying sway.

She bit her lower lip, her eyes narrowing in predatory bliss. "I can feel you getting softer in there," she whispered in a low, conspiratorial tone that chilled the trio to their bones. "I can't wait to watch you fail one last time and finally turn you into a permanent part of me~"

Inside the dark chamber, Tepig’s breath hitched as he felt the walls knead more aggressively against his side. "Softer? I don't feel softer! Sneasel, she’s lying, right?"

Sneasel looked at his own paws, noticing how the translucent slime seemed to be clinging more stubbornly than before. He didn't answer, his gaze fixed on the pulsing ceiling.

Flygon growled, her wings buzzing in a low, vibrating drone of defiance. "She’s just trying to get in our heads. I am not... I am not becoming pudge for this fish!"

"But the walls," Tepig whispered, his voice trembling as a loud, wet gurgle drowned out the dragon’s words. "They’re starting to feel so much warmer..."

Pearl wandered into a sun-dappled clearing, her eyes locking onto a massive, moss-covered fallen log.

"Oh, that looks sturdy," she murmured to herself, her voice a low purr. "I certainly hope it can endure my weight. It would be such a shame if it snapped, though I suppose I should be used to that by now.”

“Not everything in this forest is built to handle a big girl like me." She grinned, her tail swishing with pride as she turned her back to the log. With a dramatic, heavy wiggle of her ass that made her belly swing like a pendulum, she plopped herself down with a definitive thud.

Inside, the world tilted yet again. As Pearl sat, her internal organs shifted to accommodate the pressure. Flygon let out a sharp "Oof!" as she was sent rolling toward the rear wall.

The soft, yielding flesh of the stomach lining cushioned her impact, but before she could regain her breath, Sneasel and Tepig came flying through the haze. They landed squarely on the dragon's scaly belly, using her as a living mattress.

Flygon’s eyes flared with a dangerous, ruby light. She hissed, the sound echoing off the wet walls. "Move! Now! I told you pests specifically not to touch me!"

Sneasel growled back, wiping a glob of berry mush from his brow. "Oh, shut it, dragon! It’s not like we chose to use you as a landing pad. Blame the Wailord sitting outside for the lack of stability!"

Tepig shivered, his hooves sinking into the fluids as the debris from the branches floated mockingly around them. Flygon didn't wait for another word. She flexed the powerful muscles of her midsection, jerking her torso upward to toss the explorers into the air.

YOINK!

Both Sneasel and Tepig yelped as they were launched, falling to her sides and sinking momentarily into the deep, warm pool of gastric juices. They emerged simultaneously, shaking themselves off and gagging in a perfect, miserable unison.

"Ugh, I can't... the heat is getting stronger," Tepig whimpered, while Flygon flapped her wings in annoyance, sending sprays of slime against the pulsing walls.

Outside, Pearl hummed a jaunty tune. She raised her forepaws and began to use her round, distended gut as a drum, rhythmically patting the taut surface. "Oh, you three are so active today!" she giggled, tilting her head to the side.

"Your squirming is honestly pretty ticklish. It’s like a little massage from the inside." She pressed her paws deeper into the soft flab, feeling for the shapes within.

"Flygon, you're so easy to spot! You’re such a big, solid lump. Your little friends are much harder to pin down, but I can feel them scurrying about."

The Vaporeon chuckled, suddenly grabbing her sides with both paws. She began to shake her belly vigorously in all directions. "I just love this part," she admitted, her eyes half-closed in bliss. "The sloshes, the wet gurgles, and those adorable little startled yells... it’s all music to my ears!"

Inside, the chamber became a centrifuge of chaos. Everything bounced. The trio was jostled violently from side to side, colliding with each other in a tangle of limbs before being slammed into the stomach walls.

Waves of hot gastric juices struck them from every direction, drenching them in the acrid-and-sour scent of Pearl's relentless metabolism.

"Make... it... stop!" Tepig cried out, his voice lost in a loud, wet slosh.

Pearl finally stopped, sighing in deep relief as her ears perked up. Her stomach emitted a louder, wetter gurgle—a deep GLUG-ORRRR-GLE—that shook her flab briefly. She rubbed her belly lovingly, her palms tracing the curves of her successful hunt.

"There’s only one way to celebrate a proper meal like this," she whispered, her smile widening. She felt a massive rush of air beginning to surge up from her depths, traveling through her chest toward her throat. "Get ready, darlings... this one’s going to be a masterpiece~"

The fleshy chamber beneath them began to shake with a violent, rhythmic tremor. Tepig’s large, watery eyes darted around in a panic. "W-what’s happening now?" he stammered, his hooves sliding on the slick floor.

Sneasel’s fur tensed up until he looked like a jagged ball of ice-blue needles. Flygon, sensing the buildup of pressure in the air around them, let out a low, dangerous hiss toward the ceiling. "She better not... she better not dare!"

Outside, Pearl patted her bulging gut with an air of immense satisfaction. She parted her jaws wide, and immediately after, she released a deafening, earth-shattering belch:

"BRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRPPPP!!"

The sound was even more powerful than the last, shaking her entire frame from her nose to the tip of her tail.

Inside, an intense earthquake took place.

The gastric fluids sloshed roughly in every direction, waves of hot slime crashing against the explorers as they desperately clung to the pulsing stomach walls.

Flygon dropped to her knees, covering her ears with her hands and groaning in agony. "My ears! I think my ears are bleeding!" she screamed over the echoing roar. "You foul, pink slob! Have you no shame?!"

In the forest around her, Pidgey took flight in a panic and smaller Pokémon scrambled for shelter, terrified by the thunderous sound. After a few seconds, Pearl snapped her jaws shut with a click.

A pleased smile formed on her muzzle as she licked her lips and patted her belly lovingly.

"Oh, don't excuse meeee~" she crooned, her voice vibrating through the trio. She smirked, her eyes half-lidded.

"I certainly hope that little earthquake didn't make you all too dizzy. I just had to let that one out; you three were making me so gassy and bloated!"

Flygon, trembling with rage, punched the stomach wall softly. A brief, distinct imprint of her fist formed on the outside of the round gut before the elastic flesh pushed it back and it vanished.

Pearl chuckled, nodding at the sensation. "I didn't expect that from you, Flygon. Such spirit!" She crossed her forepaws comfortably over the peak of her belly, her tail wagging happily in the dirt. "I still want to feel those little struggles of yours a bit longer. They are so soothing~"

Sneasel and Tepig shared a silent, grim look, their eyes scanning the pink walls for any sign of a weak spot. But the chamber kept pulsing relentlessly, the muscles pressing their limbs against the lining with firm, warm pressure.

“Puuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrr…”

Pearl let out a long, contented purr, closing her eyes. "I know what you're doing," she whispered. "Looking for a way out? A little soft spot? Keep trying, darlings. The way you rub against me from the inside feels so good."

Crrrrreeeeeeeeeaaaaak…

A faint, sharp creaking sound echoed through the clearing, coming from beneath Pearl's massive weight. She didn't pay it any mind, simply looking around at the swaying trees.

A few seconds later, the inevitable happened. The log snapped and split in two with a loud crack.

SNAP!

WHUMP!

Pearl’s buttocks collided softly with the forest floor, the impact sending a massive jolt through her whole frame.

Inside, the trio was bounced upward like pebbles on a drum. Their feet rose abruptly from the floor, and for a terrifying second, they were airborne in the sloshing chamber before falling back into the pool of juices with a collective splash.

Pearl grunted softly, reaching back with an extended forepaw to rub her left buttock. "Ow... this log was doing so well," she muttered, though a smile quickly returned to her face.

She settled into the dirt, her tail swaying behind her. "I guess I was just too heavy for it. Oh well. The ground is much softer anyway, and it won't break on me."

From the splintered wreckage of the log, a Venipede scrambled out, his segments clacking in agitation as he hissed at the massive alpha.

"Hey! Watch where you’re putting that mountain of an ass! You nearly flattened me into a pancake! And your manners? That belch probably woke up Pokémon in the next region!"

Pearl didn't look offended; instead, her smirk deepened as she began rubbing her belly in slow, rhythmic circles. "Oh, don't be so grumpy, little bug," she purred, her voice vibrating with the weight of her cargo.

"Even if I had sat on you, you would have found me quite soft. In fact, I bet you would have liked it. Many Pokémon would practically beg to be my cushion." She gave him a wide, toothy grin that made the Venipede’s whole body tense up.

Pearl rose to her feet, turning around to give her buttocks a dramatic, playful wiggle. She arched her back, lifting her hindquarters and flicking her tail high as she glanced over her sleek shoulder to wink at the trembling insect.

She lazily raised a claw to her mouth, picking at a stray bit of berry skin between her teeth. "As for manners? I couldn't care less," she said, patting her side with the tip of her tail.

A series of giggles escaped her. "I want everyone to know I’m close. A huge belch is just my way of announcing that the queen is in the building."

Suddenly, a massive, wet GURRR-LORGLE-GURGLE erupted from her midsection, shaking the roundness of her belly. Pearl gasped in sudden delight, her eyes fluttering as a deep blush spread across her cheeks.

She let her tongue hang loosely between her teeth, exhaling a hot, heavy breath. "Wow... digestion is beginning in earnest now. Just a little bit more, darlings, and I will finally make you mine forever..."

The Venipede shrugged, muttering to himself, "This Vaporeon is weird," but then his eyes widened. He spotted sharp bulges appearing and vanishing against her side—the distinct imprint of a snout, then a frantic limb stretching the skin thin before snapping back. Faint, muffled groans echoed from her depths.

"W-what did you eat?!" the bug-type stammered, pointing a leg at her heaving middle.

Pearl smirked casually, licking her lips with a long, slow stroke. "Oh, just a Flygon, a Sneasel, and a Tepig for lunch. Do you have a problem with that?"

Venipede trembled, his voice rising in panic. "That’s wrong! I can hear them! I can hear their muffled cries for help! They’re asking to be saved!"

Pearl’s expression shifted, becoming more predatory. She turned fully, lowering her head until she was at eye level with the Venipede. She opened her maw wide, revealing the cavernous, wet blackness of her throat and the rhythmic swaying of her dangling uvula.

A wave of her hot, humid breath washed over him, smelling of sweet berries and stomach acid. Venipede froze, too terrified to even twitch.

"I could always make you join them," Pearl whispered, her voice a low vibration. "You could stew in there together until you're all nothing but pudge on my hips. But..." she tilted her head, her eyes scanning his chitinous shell, "I hope I don't offend you when I say you don't look very appetizing. Too many crunchy bits."

Inside, the trio had heard the exchange. "Help us!" Tepig wailed, his voice barely a ghost of a sound through the thick walls. "Mr. Bug, please! Get us out!"

"Don't just stand there!" Sneasel yelled, punching the wall in desperation. "Find something sharp! Cut her open!"

Flygon snarled, her wings buzzing as she tried to force her head toward the esophagus again. "He’s too scared, you fools! We’re on our own! You gluttonous fish, I’ll haunt your belly for a thousand years!"

Pearl just giggled, the sound drowning out their protests as she pulled her head back and patted her belly one more time. "Hear that? They’re so lively today. It really makes the meal feel special."

Pearl lowered her massive, sleek form onto the grass, settling her weight onto her belly with a heavy, wet sigh. She crossed her forepaws beneath her head, her predatory eyes locked onto the Venipede as she crept closer. With a mischievous puff of her cheeks, she exhaled a sudden burst of hot, humid air from her nostrils directly into the bug-type’s face.

"Oops! Careful there, little one," Pearl cooed, giggling as the force of her breath sent the Venipede rolling backward like a ball. She stretched her neck out, her long, pink tongue darting out to deliver a thick, wet lick. She lifted him clean off the forest floor, leaving a glistening, vertical trail of saliva along his chitinous shell before he fell back onto his rear.

The Venipede struggled to find his footing on the slippery grass, his legs flailing. Pearl smacked her lips and shrugged, her ears flicking. "Ugh, just as I thought. You taste absolutely horrible! Definitely not worth the effort of a swallow." She sat back on her butt with a definitive thump, the motion sending a tremor through the clearing that made the earth shake.

Inside the fleshy chamber, the world tilted again. "Whoa!" Tepig squealed, losing his balance and splashing into the pool of juices. Sneasel snarled as he collided with Flygon’s side. "Will she just stay still for five minutes?!"

Pearl ignored them, arching a brow and crossing her forepaws over the mountain of her round belly while her tail swayed lazily in high, rhythmic arcs behind her. "So, tell me, Mr. Hero," she said, her gaze fixed on the Venipede. "What exactly are you going to do to free my future pudge? These cuties are already starting to settle into my caboose."

The Venipede’s eyes widened, every instinct screaming at him to flee, but fear turned into a desperate, frantic bravado. With a shrill cry, he charged, glowing with the energy of a Double-Edge. Pearl blinked in surprise, then began to clap her forepaws together excitedly. "Oh! A challenger! How adorable!"

The Venipede leaped, slamming his entire weight into the soft, expansive surface of Pearl’s gut. He sank deep into the plush flab, which jiggled in a massive, slow-motion wave, before the elastic muscle simply threw him back. He bounced off without leaving so much as a mark, tumbling backward and rolling through the dirt.

Pearl burst into a fit of laughter, rubbing the spot where he had struck. "Oh, that was just too cute! Help, help!" she cried out, feigning terror by pressing her forepaws against her cheeks with a dramatic gasp. "Oh no! Whatever shall I do? That powerful hit might just make me cough up my dinner! I might lose all my precious calories!" She giggled, her eyes sparkling. "Honestly, that was very brave of you. And incredibly ticklish."

Before the Venipede could even stop spinning, Pearl’s expression shifted to a playful grin. She rose her thick, powerful tail and swung it in a wide, blurring arc. The tip of her tail struck the bug-type with a heavy smack, sending him hurtling through the air like a stone from a sling.

Pearl placed a forepaw above her eyes, squinting as she watched the tiny speck disappear over the treeline. "Wow! I sure sent him flying far," she laughed, her voice booming. "What a total pipsqueak! HAHA!"