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Bride in the Belly

Weddings are supposed to bring people together. Two human beings, along with their families, joined together in a ceremony of matrimony. A celebration of life, unity and love. For Alexandra and Jeremy, it should have been that as well. Yet, something felt wrong.

Alexandra couldn't quite figure out how it had started. Something had just felt... Off between her and her fiancé all morning. At first, she had dismissed it as just nerves, and gone about her preparation as normal, but... Then she had met with Jeremy.

He came in right as she was trying to fit the frilly wedding dress around her swollen, pregnant belly, and she could immediately tell that something was off. It was in the way he looked around and talked. He seemed... upset, uncertain, aggravated even. The two had shared a kiss, and he placed a hand on her belly lovingly, but it all felt forced.

Then, they had gotten back into the argument they had been repeating for the past few months.

"I'm telling you, she has to be the ring bearer," Jeremy asserted. "How many times do we have to go over this?"

"I just think it's really sad that you're putting your Pokémon over your own step-daughter," Alexandra accused.

"Sylveon might as well be my daughter!" Jeremy exclaimed. "I've had her for so long, and I hatched and raised her myself! I've always wanted her to be the ring bearer at my wedding... Please, Alexandra, just let me have this!"

"Whatever," Alexandra replied. "Isabelle wants it so badly, and you know that. But if you want to start your relationship as her stepfather like this, so be it."

"That's not fair," Jeremy accused.

"_You're_not fair!"

Jeremy stood there in silence, waiting for her to say more. When she didn't, he sighed.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't want to fight."

"Well you did," Alexandra replied.

"Let's... Let's stay away from each other until the ceremony," he suggested. "These nerves are starting to get to us I think."

"Alright, Jeremy," Alexandra replied. She turned around, and with one last desperate attempt to change his mind, added, "Will you think about it at least?"

Jeremy hesitated, then nodded. "Sure," he said. "I can't promise anything though."

_ _

Of course you can't, Alexandra thought, more anger building up inside of her. But she didn't say anything this time. She merely smiled lightly, and nodded, before resting a hand protectively on her belly.

* * *

After their fight, she continued getting ready, and eventually confided her worries to her bridesmaids. They assured her it was just nerves, and that the wedding would be wonderful, just as she'd always imagined it would be.

But still... She couldn't escape the feeling that something was wrong. And the anger still remained coiled up inside of her.

* * *

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the facility, Alexandra's three year old daughter, Isabelle, was in a makeshift playroom alone with Jeremy's prized Sylveon. Both of them were clothed in light, pink frilly dresses, perfect for the occasion. The fairy type was lounging in the corner, lying with her head on her paws as she watched the little girl play.

Both of them were beginning to grow bored. They had been here for a couple hours now, waiting for the adults to set up the wedding. Isabelle was visibly excited about the wedding, having always wanted to see one. She was, however, disappointed that she wouldn't be able to be the ring bearer, but she would still have fun regardless.

That is, once the wedding started.

Now, she was stuck in this room, playing. And as Sylveon watched, she could see that the girl was growing more and more restless, desperately trying and not very well succeeding to find some way of entertaining herself in the room.

The fairy type herself was growing bored as well. At first, she had been content to just lie down and rest. But now, she found herself growing more and more restless. She was hungry, and beyond that, she wanted to get up and do something.

But what?

Eventually, the two bored souls were driven to each other. Isabelle, having run out of every last thing to do, eventually laid her eyes on Sylveon.

Though she had yet to actually get the chance, she had always wanted to play with the Sylveon. Like many little girls, she loved the color pink, and anything that was cute, and dressed up in the frilly dress like she was, Sylveon was definitely cute. Even if she was a little bit bigger than most Sylveons, it didn't matter in the slightest. It only really covered the first half of her body, but the pink, frilly bottom reached all the way to her hind legs, covering her underbelly in its entirety. Her pink, fluffy tail stuck out from behind, as well as her white rump and hind legs, and her pink and white head with its black nose, blue eyes and bows and ribbons attached to its head. She was the epitome of a cute Pokemon, and Isabelle couldn't resist trying to play with her now.

"Sylveawn," she called, butchering the word somewhat in the cutesy way that little kids always do. She started to walk towards her, and the Sylveon, seeing this, lifted her head up. The fairy type got to her paws, and started to back up, unsure of just what this girl had planned.

But her rump soon backed into a wall, and she had nowhere else to go. The little girl descended upon her in a fury of hugs and back rubs. She tried to back up, but Isabelle practically fell on her, and in the process nearly crushed the front of her body into the ground.

Sylveon could hear the adorable little girl laughing excitedly as she pressed her hands into the soft, creamy fur. Sylveon wished she could share her merriment, but as it was, she was trying hard to avoid being squished by the girl.

She tried to struggle from underneath her, attempting to squirm out under her grip. Eventually, the girl rocked forward, and gave her an opportunity to escape. Wriggling out to keep her from getting too firm of a grip, Sylveon squeezed forward, and move into the open air. Isabelle fell onto the floor with a grunt.

The Pokémon turned and kept an eye on her, expecting her to start crying out of pain or betrayal or embarrassment. Instead, she pushed herself onto her knees and turned towards her, a great big smile on her face.

She thinks this is part of the game... Oh boy...

_ _

Laughing, the girl turned and launched herself at Sylveon, trying to catch her. Sylveon jumped out of the way again, just narrowly sliding out of the way.

As the girl fell onto the floor, she flicked her tail in annoyance. Damn brat... She thought. Can't you tell I'm not interested in playing?

_ _

Isabelle stood up once again, and tried to run after her. Sylveon jumped out of the way, and she ran into the wall, crashing into it and falling to her knees. Looking at the heap that the girl collapsed into, the Sylveon's belly rumbled again, and a thought came to her.

I bet she'd taste delicious...

As she watched the little girl regain her balance, her mouth suddenly started to water, and she found herself licking her lips, and imagining what she would taste like sliding down her gullet. It'd be a pretty big meal... But she thought she would be able to handle it.

The girl regained her footing, and then turned around to look at her. A smile came to her lips, and she started to walk forward again, albeit with an uneven path this time. She moved forwards again, lunging at the Sylveon...

Who jumped forward instead of to the side.

Startled, Isabelle tried to step back. She whirled her arms at her sides, and tried to move out of the way. But she was too far into her lunge, and her balance had shifted too far. Before she knew it, she was toppling forward, and Sylveon was covering her face.

She dug her claws into the girl's hair, and vaulted herself up onto her neck and back as she fell. She cried in pain as she hit the floor, and Sylveon stood triumphantly on top of her.

"Syyyyl!" she said triumphantly.

Wasting no time, she slowly moved the ribbons that attached to her body down, wrapping them around the little girl's body to keep her mobilized. They wrapped around her body, before meeting on the other side, and tying themselves into a knot.

Isabelle was uncomfortable, to say the least. She squirmed in her new confines, not quite sure what was happening or if she was in any danger or not. A light whimper escaped her lips.

"Sylveawn...? Wha're you doowing?"

"Syyyyl," she replied.

As she gazed over the human, she started to take in her scent. It was heavenly... Her belly rumbled again just from being near it. Her nose dipped down to touch the small of her back, feeling the frilly pink fabric, and taking in the divine aroma that permeated from beneath it. Slowly, she moved upwards, reached her warm, soft neck, and giving it a brief lick.

Mmmmm... She thought, as she licked her lips to get all of the flavor that she could from the meal. She's just as delicious as I thought she'd be.

_ _

As her warm, rough tongue made contact with her skin, Isabelle squirmed beneath her, and groaned uncomfortably. "Sylveon... Let me go... Pwease, this isn't fun..."

Sylveon had no intention of doing any such thing. She was hungry, and she had chosen her meal. As the thought ran through her head, confirmation of what she was going to do clicked into place; this little, innocent girl that she had caught was going to go into her belly, whether she liked it or not.

Yes... she thought. Yes, that's wonderful.

_ _

The girl was still squirming underneath her, trying to break through the bonds that held her, but not quite yet wanting to hurt the Sylveon in the process. She let out another uncomfortable groan, and Sylveon suddenly began to imagine what that squirming would feel like inside of her belly, with her gut pressing out against the pink dress she wore, and the groans of discomfort turning into shouts of pain and terror, and futile pleas for release.

She shuddered at the thought, and once again, her belly rumbled. She was more than ready to have this meal.

Pushing all of her weight down onto the little girl's back, she slowly removed her ribbons from around her body, and then started to turn around. The girl tried to push her off, but she moved slowly and cautiously, making sure she was able to keep her balance. The fairy type moved down her body, onto her backside, before finally coming to a rest on her thighs, where she sat down on her hind legs to keep pinned to the ground.

Licking her lips, she stared at the legs and feet in front of her. Though her tiny little feet were covered by light pink dress shoes, she could easy slide those off with her teeth, and get access to the delicious flesh beneath. Beyond that, her legs were somewhat covered by her pink frilly skirt, but other than that, it was bare meat ripe for the taking.

She licked her lips one more time, and then got to work.

Slowly, she eased her way forward, until she was within a foreleg's reach of the girl's feet. Then, she eased forward, and gripped the tip of the shoe of her right foot with her teeth. Slowly, yet firmly, she pulled it off, and it slid along the length of her foot until it popped right off the end.

She repeated this process with the other foot, and then, both of the girl's feet were bare. It was time for her to begin her meal.

Stretching her jaws as much as she could, she opened her mouth wider than what should have been possible. Then, she slowly stuck out her tongue, and touched it to the little girl's foot.

Isabelle immediately started to squirm even more, her foot being tickled by the Sylveon's tongue running across it. Sylveon put even more weight down on her legs, preventing her from moving too much and taking her away from this meal. Even though her feet were a bit rougher and less delicious than her neck had been, they were still incredible; sweet and tender, yet still meaty, just like a child should be. She started to move her lips forward, as she took the toes inside of her mouth.

At first, she only took the one foot in, but soon, with her paws, she pushed the two together and held them down until she could stretch her lips over both of them. Once they were solidly in her mouth, she started to push them further, moving them over her tongue and towards her gullet. Now that she had a mouthful of child flavor, there was no chance of her stopping.

Isabelle, feeling the wet warmth moving over her feet, tried to pull the appendages away, but found that she couldn't Sylveon's paws were keeping them too still. She looked back to see what the Pokémon was doing, and froze when she realized exactly what.

"Sylveon...?" she called. The Pokémon devouring her could tell she was growing nervous. "What are you doowing?"

Sylveon decided to ignore her. Seeing that the adorable fairy type was giving no indication of having heard her, Isabelle decided to speak louder. "SYLVEON!"

She winced at the noise, the girl's high pitched voice cutting into her brain like a knife. She leaned back, and with her tail she whacked the girl across the face as a reprimand.

"Ow..."

She whimpered lightly in pain, but it seemed like Sylveon got her message across. Now, she could go back to her lunch.

With her jaws and tongue, she worked the feet into her mouth until her lips encircled her ankles, and then started to move up her calves. She backed up a little bit to give the appendages room to move upwards; otherwise, she'd have to break the girl's bones, and she didn't want to have to put in the effort to do that.

As the fleshy and tender fat and muscle of the girl's legs slid into her maw, her toes started to slide into her throat, which opened wide to accept it. Finally, she found her mouth full to the brim, and took the first swallow fo her meal.

The girl felt this new development, and let out a brief and quiet yelp of surprise. Her feet were sliding into a new place; one just as wet as the previous, but even tighter and hotter. As Sylveon swallowed again, and again, her slender shins slid in after her feet, and started to bulge out the fairy type's throat.

It was then that she knew for sure what was happening; Sylveon was eating her.

"Sylveon?" She asked. "Pwease... Stop!"

Sylveon ignored her plea once again. She swallowed a few more times, and Isabelle's knees were entering her throat.

"Don't eat me!" she cried.

Too late, Sylveon thought as she swallowed again, her tongue already begin to creep out of her mouth to taste the thighs that lay before her. They were the meatiest part of the girl yet, and the tender flesh rolling beneath her tongue made her stomach growl once again.

She took another few small steps backwards on the girl, now standing over her waist and lower belly. Then, she started to swallow past the knees. By this point, her chest was beginning to swell out with all the meat being packed within it.

Realizing that the Sylveon had no intentions of letting her go, Isabelle began to panic. As the hot, tight wetness rose further and further up her body, she started to squirm harder and harder, and tears started to leak from her eyes. "No..." she said. "Please, stop! Help! Sylveon's eating me!"

Sylveon whacked her in the back of the head with her tail again, but it didn't work this time. She continued to scream, and thrash and panic. Tears started to slide down her face and collect on the ground.

Oh shut up! She thought. She tried hitting her with her tail again, and again, but nothing worked- she only made the girl louder.

_Guess there's only one way to get her quiet, then,_she thought, and took another swallow.

She started gobbling up the girl more and more quickly, moving her maw up her thighs, and fitting her legs into her belly. Her stomach was already beginning to swell as her feet pushed out against it, and her body was starting to be pushed inside. Then, she reached her waist, and started pulling in her hips and butt as well.

By this point, her body was starting to cover Isabelle's face. The girl screamed up at her, and started punching into her with her tiny fists. The Sylveon was capable of taking hits, but it was still incredibly annoying, and her screaming was starting to hurt her head.

So, she did the first thing that came to her head. She waited until both of her fists were in the air, and then pressed herself down over the girl. Her underbelly caught the blow, and then crushed down ontop of her, pressing her fists into her face and smothering her mouth so she wouldn't scream anymore.

She could immediately feel the girl try and bite out at her flesh, but her fists were still in the way, and Sylveon was pushing down so hard that she couldn't move them out. She was stuck beneath her now.

Though Isabelle continued to wriggle and struggle, her movement had been severely limited. She could only cry and plead into her fists, and the suffocating fur beyond, and wriggle futilely inside of the hot, tight Sylveon throat.

Satisfied, the fairy type continued with her meal at a more leisurely pace. She worked her lips over the girl's belly, lifting the frilly dress to lick at the soft flesh beneath. It was easily the softest and most tender part of the girl yet, and she spent an entire minute tasting it before she swallowed it down.

Then, she moved onto the chest, and found herself straining to continue her meal. Her body was just too contorted and too bent over to continue devouring the girl comfortably. So, she let go of the girl once again.

Almost immediately as she lifted her gradually-swelling belly from the child's face, she started to punch and scream once again. She drove her fists into Sylveon's soft, fuzzy underbelly, and yelled for help, and begged for her to stop through teary, terrified eyes.

Alright, I've waited long enough, Sylveon thought. Time to finish.

_ _

She sped up her pace, gobbling up what remained of the girl as fast as she could. The girl's chesy, and what remained of her dress, slid inside of the tight wet maw from which it would never return. Then, her shoulders joined it, pinning her arms against the side of her head. Finally, she swallowed down her neck, and took her head in between her jaws.

Isabelle was now looking back out at the world she was about to leave, her sight of the room she had been playing happily in only minutes before framed by the Sylveon's pointy teeth.

"Please..." she said, choking back tears. "Let me go... I'm not food."

My stomach begs to differ, Sylveon thought. With that, she brought her tongue forward to cover the girl's face, and pulled her back into her throat.

"NO!" she screamed, thrashing more and begging for mercy. But she was soon silenced as, with one gulp, her face was shoved into the Pokémon's gullet.

Then, only her arms were left, and they proved to be the most simple part of the entire meal. With little to no effort, Sylveon slurped them up, and soon, she swallowed the hands, and Isabelle was gone, forever trapped inside of her swollen, gorged gut.

"Syyyl," she purred in contentment. The meal's flavor still lingered on her tongue, and she couldn't get enough of it. The girl had been absolutely delicious, and she felt as good as she tasted- if not more- weighing down in her belly.

Inside of her gut, the girl was trapped by the muscular walls around her, squeezed into a ball that left her no room to get comfortable. Her knees dug into her shoulders, and her dress was soaked and ruined. Already, the organ around her was started flex lightly, massaging her body in a way that would have been soothing, had it not been for the reality of her situation. She was trapped in dark, hostile place, alone, and she would never escape.

"Mommy..." she said. "I want my mommy..."

But Sylveon didn't hear her pained words, and if she could, she would have paid them no mind. The gluttonous yet sated predator slumped over onto the carpet, belly bulging out before her, and laid her head on her paws. Now that she was full, she could digest in peace, and take a nap while she was at it.

Before she did that, however, she made sure to cover up her belly with her dress. If someone walked in, she didn't want them to see what had happened to her.

Once that was done, she laid her head back down on her paws, and closed her eyes, looking forward to a long rest and a satisfying digestion.

* * *

While the Sylveon slept, the little girl in her belly went through the miserable and agonizing process of being digested.

At first, it was only the discomfort of being in such a tight and wet place, and the fear of being alone, and of what was inevitably going to happen next.

But then, as time went on, the acids began to build up. The stomach juices began to fill what little room remained for her, and as they rose, they started to work away at her. It started off as an annoying but bearable tingling sensation, but it grew, and soon, as her dress began to fall off in pieces, it started to burn.

To make things even worse, the movement of the stomach muscles around her kneaded the acids into her body, helping the process go along. They grew stronger and stronger, until they were practically shoving into her back, and pushing her every which way, her own body slamming into itself, even as the acids ate harder and the temperature grew hotter.

The Sylveon's belly had become a cauldron that the little girl was trapped in, and even as the juices at away at her skin, she still tried to get out, to tear away at the stomach walls, and push back against the churning that made her prison into an utter hell. The air was growing increasingly toxic and unbreathable, and it was clear that she wouldn't last much longer.

Finally, she ran out of air altogether. The fumes from the acids eating away at her flesh replaced all oxygen, and the level of stomach juices rose too high. She had nothing left to breath in, and then, a few minutes later, she passed out, succumbing to the will of the Sylveon's gut.

Just like that, Isabelle was nothing more than Pokémon food.

* * *

For the next half hour, Sylveon's body worked on breaking down Isabelle's corpse even further. Her flesh was sloughed off of her bones, and gradually melted down into a formless mush.

After that half hour, Sylveon was startled by a surprise visitor. She was slowly woken from her light nap by the sound of footsteps in the hallway, and then jolted awake as the door opened.

Her head quickly moved to look at her belly. It was hidden beneath her dress, but not amazingly well.

It'll have to do, she thought.

The door opened all the way, and in stepped Alexandra, the pregnant bride and the mother of the girl she had eaten- also quite possibly the worst person who could have walked through those doors.

"Isabelle?" she asked, before she started to look around.

Oh no... this is bad.

_ _

Alexandra's eyes scanned the room, looking for her beloved daughter. When they didn't find her, they landed on Sylveon.

She's gonna notice... This is it...!

_ _

"Oh," she said simply. "It's you."

Then, she turned her back away from her, and walked into the corner where Isabelle had been playing before.

"Where did that girl go off too..."

Wait... She didn't notice...?

_ _

It seemed like Sylveon was off the hook. For now.

The mother paced around her daughter's play area, noticeably distressed by something. Sylveon tuned in to hear her mutterings.

"...probably off crying somewhere. That damn Jeremy..."

She winced, hearing her master's name being insulted. She hated Alexandra for doing that. She had a habit of doing it in the past, especially in the recent weeks leading up to their wedding. She wasn't even sure why Jeremy was even bothering with her.

"...She should be the ring bearer... Not that Sylveon..."

Irritation flared up within her, but she suppressed it; now wasn't the time.

As the woman continued to pace, she turned and saw Sylveon looking at her. "Stop looking at me like that!" she snapped.

Sylveon sheepishly obeyed, just wanting her to get out.

But she stood there, pacing back and forth, growing more and more upset as she seemed to sink further and further into the pit of her meltdown. Sylveon eventually laid her head back down on her paws, intending to go back to sleep- and then she felt something shift in her belly, and felt a rush of air- and something else- travel up her throat.

Oh no, she thought. Gotta keep it down!

She tensed her facial and throat muscles and did all she could to suppress the belch, along with whatever it was that was coming up with it. When she felt resistance, she silently prayed that Alexandra would leave there and then.

No such luck.

Her control finally snapped, as she was unable to hold back any longer. Her jaws parted and she let out a huge belch. It rocked her entire body, and as her jaws were open, a half-digested piece of Isabelle's ruined dress, covered in acidic mush, flew between her teeth and into the open air.

Well... There goes that then.

_ _

Alexandra whirled around, her hand instinctively moving to her belly as she was startled by the massive belch. She saw the dress come out of Sylveon's mouth, and stared at it in confusion... Then, she recognized it, and her eyes flitted to Sylveon's swollen, gurgling belly.

"You... You ate her..."

She said it as if she wasn't really seeing it, or as if she was talking about a small trinket she had lost instead of her own daughter. Looking at her face, Sylveon could she her mind was struggling to process the discovery, and unable to truly believe what it was seeing.

Then, her face contorted with horror.

"You ate her! My Isabelle!"

She removed her hand from her belly, and started to run towards her. Sylveon didn't know exactly what she had planned, but she knew it couldn't be good for her.

So, she did the only thing she could think of.

As Alexandra got closer, she clenched her teeth, and got to her feet as fast as she could. Then, she leapt into the air.

She went higher than she was expecting herself to go- adrenaline was really proving to be on her side. As she flew through the air, she eventually landed with her hind legs on top of Alexandra's pregnant belly. Pushing her paws into it, she grabbed onto her shoulders and dug her claws in, pushing herself up.

Alexandra immediately let out a scream, especially as the sloshing, gurgly gut that contained the remains of her daughter pushed up against her breasts and neck. She tried to shake Sylveon off, but before she could make any progress, the fairy type's mouth opened wide.

Alexandra let out another scream, and moved her hands up to push Sylveon away, but it was too late; her lips were stretching over her skull, and her head was entering her mouth.

_ _

She knew already she'd have to get this one down quick. Already, she was pushing and punching at her body, trying everything she could to keep from getting devoured. Sylveon was capable of taking a hit, even several, but after a while, she'd get tired, and who knows what would happen then?

Immediately, she started to gulp, not even taking the time to savor the taste of the woman. Though her flavor did pass over her taste buds, and it was spectacular, but she only let that encourage her to slide her down her throat faster.

Soon, the woman's head passed into her gullet, and with a gulp, she sent her on her way. She took a few moments to stretch her lips over the woman's shoulders, and then gulped again, and again. Her tongue ran across her shoulders, soaking the top of her beautiful, expensive bridal gown, and the moved onto her spongy, deliciously full breasts.

Then, she found herself coming up to the belly. The pregnant, baby-filled swell stretched out beyond the rest of her body far more quickly than any other part had. With her lips already stretched out incredibly far, she knew it would be a challenge to get it down.

But, she was up for that challenge. She'd have to be, or else she'd be done for.

She paused for a moment, taking a break now that Alexandra's arms were pinned to her sides inside her gullet, and she could only move haphazardly around the room and squirm. A few seconds later, she was ready. She gulped her down, and started on the belly.

Her lips started to slide up the swollen, gravid dome, and she licked at the expensive fabric, trying to both lubricate it and get a taste of the meat beneath it. She could just barely taste it, and from what she could tell it was absolutely incredible. Easily the best part of her meal yet.

As she continued to swallow, her lips and jaw stretched wider than they ever had before, all in a huge attempt to fit the belly inside. Up she went, licking over the bulge as it entered her mouth, and soon, she found herself cresting over the peak.

Just then, Alexandra finally lost her balance, and fell forward. She landed on her knees, and then on her stomach, the bulge- and Sylveon's as well- breaking her fall. She blinked away the momentary pain, and then realized that the fall had pushed the rest of the belly into her mouth, save a couple of inches.

As she slurped up the rest, her own belly was starting to get much bigger. The bride's head had already entered her stomach, and the rest of her was starting to follow. She could hear moans and pleas, and feel the women thrashing as she was forced into the chamber that contained the sloshy remains of her dearly departed daughter. The thick, viscous fluid containing shards of bone and chunks of meat nauseated her, even more so knowing that it had once been her child.

Soon, it would be her fate as well. Already, the acids, already present, were starting their work, tingling against her skin, and picking at her gown.

Meanwhile, Sylveon was just sliding her lips over the last of her pregnant belly, and now, the entire bulge was in her mouth. With a few quick gulps, she sent it on its way down her gullet, condemning the baby inside to digestion in her hellish gut.

After that, she gulped down the woman's rear, and moved onto the easiest part; her legs. Her belly was starting to strain now, and it was almost big enough to lift her feet off of the ground. By the time she was done, she'd surely be immobile.

She just hoped nobody else would come in and find her.

Sylveon took a brief moment to rest, and survey the task in front of her. Though the legs would be easily slurped up, they were kicking up a storm, the woman obviously not eager to be digested in her gut. The fairy type thought for a moment, and then came to a solution.

Utilizing her ribbons of flesh, she moved them forward and wrapped them around the woman's legs, holding them tight. Then, she started to feed them into herself.

Inch by inch, she brought the legs into her mouth, and inch by inch she swallowed them down. She moved down the thighs, and then over the knees, and then over the calves and shins. Then, she got to the feet. Carefully, she slipped her paws into the hard dress shoes, and slipped them off. As they clattered to the ground, Sylveon took one final gulp, and Alexandra was history.

Now bloated beyond belief, Sylveon let her head drop down onto the mass that her belly had become. The organ was now even bigger than she was, and Alexandra was squeezed tightly inside, every contour of her body visible through her stretched skin. She wriggled and squirmed, but the fairy type's stomach muscles held her firm, and she couldn't do anything.

A rush of air forced its way up her windpipe, and she let out a loud belch. Giving her belly another pat, she could feel as the walls started churning around it, as more and more acid began to fill in.

* * *

Unfortunately for Alexandra, digestion worked much faster this time around, as Sylveon's belly already had a meal it was processing. It wasn't long before she ran out of breathable air and passed out. The time she did spend awake was utter hell for her, though; the acids coated her body, tingling at first, but quickly turning into a burn. Her wedding gown was all but dissolved, and the pregnant woman sat naked in the acidic pit. Her skin began to go red, and then fall off, and even though she kept her arms and hands shielded over her belly in an attempt to protect it, even that was done damage as the acids dug in towards her baby.

She writhed and yelled, at first in terror, and then in pain. Then, finally, her air ran up, and she slowly suffocated.

* * *

Not long after Alexandra finally stopped moving, Sylveon was greeted with another visitor. The door opened, and she looked up, her heart pounding fast, unsure how she could possibly take care of that one.

"Hey, Alexandra...?" came the sound of Jeremy's voice.

Sylveon relaxed at the sound. He'd probably be angry at her, but he'd never hurt her.

"Syyyl," she greeted.

"Oh, hey Sylve..." he turned as he greeted her, and came to a dead halt at the sight before him.

"Is... Is that them?" he asked.

Sylveon nodded sheepishly, lowering her head to her belly in shame.

Jeremy stared at her, dumbfounded and trying to take it all in. Sylveon braced herself, waiting for the snap at any moment.

Finally, he sighed in what sounded suspiciously like relief.

"Oh... Thank Arceus," he said. "I was actually gonna go through with that!"

She looked back at him, and cocked her head to the side. Did I hear that right?

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"I never liked her... But my family was bugging me so much, I decided to do it just to shut them up. But I didn't realize until recently what I had gotten into... But you gave me a way out, Sylveon!"

At that, he crossed the room, and gave her a hug, patting her swollen belly lightly and feeling the softening corpse of his former fiancé inside.

"Did you get the kid too?" he asked

Sylveon nodded.

"Good," he said. With that, he stood up, and turned for the door. "You stay here and digest. I'll go tell everyone that they ran off."

He started walking, and then paused at the door. "Thanks, Sylveon," he said. "Really. You've helped me out more than you know."

With that, he opened the door, walked out, and shutting behind him, leaving his pregnant fiancé and her child to digest in the Sylveon's belly.