A REALLY late trade with Gill-Gill that I only just started/finished this morning. Enjoy!!
Trade made complete a while ago with this picture from Gill-Gill: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8349419/


Gill-Gill Trade Story
Conveyor Belly


The sun was rising high over the city , breaking the tranquility of the night with its soft, glowing, warm rays. Inside one house, the soft rays of light spilled in through the partially opened curtains on an Umbreon that was almost as dark as night itself, with fluorescent blue rings on his body where others of his species would have yellow. This Umbreon's name was Dark and as he got out of bed, his lanky body was exposed from under the warm comforters he usually slept under. He quickly got a shower and slipped on his black t-shirt and jeans, slipping out the door to embrace the beautiful day that it was sure to be.
It was still slightly dark outside as he made his way to the park that morning, since he had nowhere else he had to go. He turned around the gate that led to the park and started to go for a light jog around the paved walkways. Mostly everyone who knew him said he was the one to spend long hours trying to keep his body lithe and agile, since this is the most natural appearance of an Umbreon. His sleek dark fur glistened with sweat as the hours rolled by and by lunchtime; he was exhausted from his morning jog. His stomach growled fitfully, which reminded him that he had forgotten to eat the morning. He groaned slightly as he thought about this, and checked his pockets. He also realized he had forgotten to bring along his wallet so he couldn't go anywhere to grab a quick bite, so he looked around.
There was a laboratory nearby and Dark had heard people say that the owner was a very nice otter who helped anyone who entered inside with their various dilemmas. He got up and made his way to the laboratory in an attempt to cool down and also to try to ask the owner if he could help him out. As he enters the doors, there appears an eccentric-looking otter at the door to greet him.
"Hello hello! How can I help you today?"
"Ummm hi..." Dark is slightly surprised by how fast he answered the door, but this surprise only takes hold for a minute or two. "My name's Dark, it's a pleasure to meet you!"
"Hello! Now, what can I do for you today, Dark?"
"Well, I was out for my usual morning jog and I just realized I totally forgot to eat breakfast this morning and I don't have any money... I was wondering if you possibly had anything that I could eat?"
"Well of course! Right this way, my good man!"
The Professor escorts Dark into a wide open room, with the only notable feature asides from all the usual lab equipment being a large conveyor belt. The conveyor belt led up to a large machine, on which was etched in large bold letters: "Food Generator." Dark looked at the machine with curiosity before following the Professor to its base.
"Well, this is where I will feed you, if you would please lay down with your head on this convenient red X on the floor, my good Umbreon?"
"Ummmm sure..." Dark lays down on the floor as the Professor instructed, somewhat suspicious of something that would happen.
"Excellent... now... prepare to eat!"
With this last statement he turns to the machine and types in a sequence of data and pushes a large red button at its base, which soon creates a steady flow of burgers, cookies, meats, and other desserts. Dark watches the food trail down the conveyor belt with his eyes widening at how much the Professor is giving him. He swallows food item after food item, soon his lithe and nimble form being lost in a sea of fat. All the way through the afternoon and into the night and even into the next morning, he continues to swallow the food coming down the conveyor belt, since he grew up under the principle to leave no food uneaten and the machine kept creating and delivering food by the second.
The professor, ever impressed by his display of physical capacity and mental endurance, pushes the red button again, which ends the flow of food and Dark swallows up the last of it. He then sits up unsteadily, his frame being laden down greatly with his massive body. The professor appears at his side with a big smile on his face.
"My young Umbreon... Dark was your name, right?"
"Umm, yeah!" He attempts a smile as he pats his large belly in an attempt to start digesting everything in his belly.
"Dark, I'd like to offer you the position of my assistant, since you've obviously shown me you're more than able to put up with the kind of experiments I enjoy the most!" The professor smiles as he hugs close to his belly and gives it a nice rubbing.
"Ohh I'd be happy to Professor! When do I start?"
"Right now, if you'd like!"
Dark nods his head happily. "You can count on me Professor!"
And thus began the wonderful experience of Dark the Umbreon as the Professor's new lab assistant, where he could feel free to express himself as the eager and large lab assistant he had always dreamt about being.