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Kotetsu stared in awe. Everywhere he looked, there were pooltoys just casually mingling with furs. The Zigzagoon dreamily made his way through the party, openly gazing at every living vinyl being he came across. Some ignored him, others gave him a look, good or bad, but he didn't really notice.

Eventually he came across a door that looked like an air mattress. A sign taped to it read "Flexier's Bounce Room" and underneath it read in a quick scrawl: "No sharp objects please"

The anthro Pokémon couldn't stand to not see what this was, and pressed on the door where a handle should have been. With a squirk of vinyl rubbing on itself, the door swung open, revealing a room with inflated walls, floor, and even ceiling. There were mostly pooltoys in this room, bouncing and rebounding off one another and the walls, a cacophony of squirks and poffs flowing forward once the insulation of the door had been broken.

Further looking, however, showed that there were a few flesh and blood critters in the room, mostly being bounced against, or pinned between a pooltoy and one of the walls or floor. Glancing up, Kotetsu realized with a gasp that what he'd presumed was a chandelier at first sight was a pooltoy bat with his wings wrapped around a spotted feline.

The last of the non-pooltoys Kotetsu noticed, however, was a pair of wiggling footpaws, sticking out of a pooltoy's jaws, which were summarily swallowed. When the pooltoy in question lowered his muzzle to level, there was no sign his mouth could even open, a painted, toothy smirk on his smooth, vinyl muzzle. The pooltoy was a stoat, a bit shorter than the average anthro, but that put him on the small end of the pooltoys that were at this party. Regardless of all that, he was seated on what could only be determined to be an inflated throne, with cobra motifs.

His surface appeared to all be printed, opaque white over his form. Not even a shadow could be seen of the fur that was stretching out the vinyl. The tip of his tail, as well as 'gloves' and 'socks' were pitch black, matching the printed nose and the lines that made up the rest of his facial features. The painted smirk opened and closed 'over' the lines indicating the stoat's teeth as he spoke, to another pooltoy nearby. "Time me! Goin' for under 90 seconds."

The pooltoy nodded, tapping the button on a large stopwatch with a round paw.

Not a moment later, the stoat's bulging, writhing stomach let out a loud blrrrrurble, and before Kotetsu's very eyes the few details that transmitted through the taut vinyl began to fade, becoming more and more vaguely shaped lumps.

The anthro Pokémon started to blush deeply as he realized what he was seeing. He quivered, fidgeting in place for a mere moment. Somehow the romps and tackles and bounces of the rest of the chamber faded away, distant. Still there, but unimportant.

Kotetsu ran forward, flopped to his knees with a poff of the inflated floor, and pressed his paws into the curve of that belly, grinding and rubbing his fingers along the softening shapes inside. He let out a gasp as a weak outline of a face pushed outwards, features too weak to determine what kind of anthro it was, and then, all distinctive lumps were gone.

The pooltoy clenched a fist with a squirking sound, eyes closed, as the swell of mass from his prey began to contract, synching his waist narrower under the Pokémon's paws. Before too long his waist was about as far around as his thighs each were, and his widest point was his shoulders, giving him a cartoonish triangle torso. He opened his eyes and spoke. "Time!"

Tapping the stopwatch, the other pooltoy squeaked. "86 seconds and 23 hundredths."

The stoat chuckled, then brought a fist up to his muzzle, turning it to one side. A low, guttural belch sounded, and a slick, dripping metal bangle flew out of his muzzle. By the time he turned his face forward again, there was again no sign of how anything could travel through his jaws. "Must have been lighter than he looked! Maybe we should weigh my meals before I down them?" His head was turned towards his timer, but his eyes were focused down on the flustered zigzagoon grasping at his flattened midsection. "Or I could just ask him..."

Kotetsu let out a high pitched 'zig' as he realized he had been noticed. His mouth opened, and all that came out were other syllables from his species' name. The anthro Pokémon just blushed deeper, rubbing his paws on his face.

The smirk getting somehow broader still, the stoat leaned down towards the kneeling anthro. "Wow! Guess they weren't kidding when they said Pokémon have trouble saying anything but their own name! Not that I'd mind having to do that, I love the sound of my own name!" He slipped off his throne with a squirk, which just ground his flat middle against Kotetsu's face, and posed. "Flexier!"

Several other pooltoys clapped their round paws with soft 'poff poff' sounds as he stood there posing.

"I-I can speak!" Kotetsu stammered, blushing still.

"Yeah, but you're way too easy to tease! Let me demonstrate!" Flexier turned around, and lifted his tail, revealing... well, as a pooltoy there was just the joint of his legs meeting his body, all made from taut vinyl, nothing else to see there, even printed.

Nevertheless, the zigzagoon was flustered again, staring at the pooltoy butt mere inches from his muzzle.

"See, whu'did I tell ya? He's a hopeless case for 'toys!" The stoat's tail came down, the black tip hooking around the Pokémon's neck, and with a careless spin of his hips, Flexier yanked Kotetsu onto the throne, on his back, with his hips and legs sagging off the front of it.

The anthro Pokémon let out a yelp of surprise, but everything was too soft to be properly uncomfortable. Or so he thought.

Flexier sighed and hopped backwards, sitting right onto the face of the unready zigzagoon. "Ahhh... all that blood rushing to your face, you make a great seatwarmer!" He shifted his hips casually, squirking his tail against the throne's back.

The hapless fur raised his arms at the elbow, hands grasping at the air ineffectually as the inflated vinyl smushed over his muzzle, surprised by just how heavy the stoat was, and how much more rigid his material seemed than the throne beneath him. He could feel far more of the throne wrapping around the back of his head than Flexier's rear wrapping around his face, but one was far more, well, pressing.

The vinyl stoat idly buffed his false claws with a smoothed over emery board, producing a series of squeaks and squirks, his eyes casually watching his captive's lower body twitch and squirm. Finally, once he felt the zigzagoon start to settle, Flexier stood up, and with a single finger tugged the Pokémon back up onto his feet in front of the throne. "Heh, now that you've been my seat, how you wanna add to it?"

Kotetsu blinked blearily, adjusting his glasses on his muzzle. "Add to what...?"

The stoat appeared to be about to speak, chest expanding like someone taking a breath, before the Pokémon anthro got his answer on how Flexier's mouth opened. The smirk spread wider until there was a continuous curved smile only interrupted by straight lines indicating teeth. Then the whole muzzle swelled, those teeth appearing to grow longer, before all at once, a seam opened up, revealing glossy vinyl fangs, and a slick black vinyl interior beyond. And the cause of this sudden gape was a rush of fur-scented gasses, another rumbling belch, right in the zigzagoon's face.

With a glossy black tongue, contrasting the matte printed finish of his outer surface, he slurped over his printed lips and glistening teeth, before finally speaking. "Me." Without giving Kotetsu a chance to react, he gaped his jaws all the wider, clearly open beyond the amount he'd need to work them over the Pokémon's head. One paw clenched into a fist with a thumb extended gestured inward.

Swallowing nervously, Kotetsu made a few more zig sounds, rubbing over his cheeks and nodding, unable to make himself any more coherent than that.

The pooltoy with the timer chuckled. "That was a yes."

Flexier grasped the taller male's waist with his paws, and delftly angled head, hands, arms, and shoulders into his gaping jaws in one fluid movement. However once that was achieved, he just held the fur in place, taking a moment to trace his slick tongue across his prey's face, properly tasting him. "Heh, Pokémon are tasty! Gonna have to look out for more of you guys!"

Kotetsu let out an embarrassed groan, not thinking about how the pooltoy was able to speak so clearly with so much zigzagoon in his mouth. The feeling of the long black tongue slathering around his face and throat prompted him to let go of his own face, which only resulted in his arms being pulled ahead in front of his muzzle, wrists bound together by a tight, squeezing throat that reminded him of pushing his fists into a Sock-em Bopper.

The stoat took his time from there, savoring the bashful squirms as he gradually pressed the Pokémon between his jaws. The vinyl throat bulged out with hands, then the flustered looking zig's face. "Oops! Went too far..." Flexier swallowed while holding his catch's hips in place, before playfully tugging back a little and swallowing him back to where he'd been.

Only able to make soft muffled noises, the fur's tail flopped about as his legs wiggled in the air. He wasn't even sure why, all he could think about was the tightly grasping and pulling vinyl throat sliding against gradually more of his form. His fingers grazed against a tighter spot, before being pulled away.

Flexier repeated the teasing pull. "Such a squirmy critter! But I'm getting bored!" The pooltoy stoat cheerily cried around his meal, before he swallowed firmly, taking his prey in to the hips. He relocated his hands to the Pokémon's ankles, and then pinned them firmly together.

That next push drove Kotetsu's hands and arms through a snug vinyl valve. He felt around, finding a less tight space on the other side, but it was certainly not all that big. He felt his nose wrapped in the snug valve.

Casually grinding his vinyl teeth into his catch's hips, the pooltoy stoat watched the zigzagoon's legs struggle to squirm while he had him by the ankles. Flexier chuckled, exaggerating the sound of his false chewing. "Num num, how's that? A fuzzy being a chewtoy for a vinyl set of jaws!"

Suspended upside down from the hips and with legs held out in front of his predator's mouth, the Pokémon let out a soft, flustered whine, eyes screwed shut behind his glasses.

The stoat gaped his jaws again, tilted his head back, and shoved. His belly creaked as the vinyl stretched, but showed no sign of losing its integrity. Chomping his teeth back down just beneath the Pokémon's knees, Flexier ground his soft teeth into his meal once again. "Such a good chewtoy!" He continued to tease.

Distracted by the treatment, Kotetsu was thoroughly unprepared for his head to shove through and push into one of the inner walls of the chamber below. In his feeling around, the anthro Pokémon found he was unable to find any point of egress beyond the entrance he was taking. This vinyl stomach dealt with digestion and absorption all on its own it seemed. The next shove started forcing him to curl around to fit. He felt around, pressing at the taut walls as they yielded less for him and more for the stoat's pressure against him coming from the throat.

As Flexier chomped playfully at the fur's ankles, his belly distended far more blatantly now that his meal was balling up. The taller male was stretching his skinny waist out greatly even before that, but there seemed to be very little in the way of limit for how far the vinyl was going to stretch. He gaped open again, and swallowed with an exaggerated, slick sounding glurrk, feet and jagged-furred tail trailing into the gap between his vinyl teeth.

Realizing he didn't have much time, the zigzagoon twisted around, and tugged his phone out of his pocket now that his pants had started to enter the stomach with him. Tapping the power button with his thumb lit the screen up, and revealed the black vinyl walls. Every single one was polished to a candy gloss, but felt dry to the touch. Kotetsu squirmed as his knees pressed through the tight valve, and the skilled inner walls reversed his rotation, so his knees bent the correct way to accept the rest of his body. The faint sensation of the external air on his tail was suddenly gone, and his feet were sliding down that powerful throat, now.

The pooltoy's jaws came together, the seam between his teeth vanishing, before the printed lips closed 'over' them, appearing to purse for a moment, as an audible ULP came from his throat. The printed face returned to the broad smirk, hiding the way into the predator's form once again. "Delicious! My complements to the Chef!" He prodded his midsection, enjoying the flustered movements inside.

Kotetsu's feet popped through, followed by his tail, and the Pokémon had ended up upside down inside Flexier's body. He squirmed a little, but opened his phone up with the passcode. He winced as the full bright light of the phone menu lit up, but navigated to his camera app. Flipping to the selfie cam he pressed his phone as far forward as he could to frame himself in the darkness. And did his best to look cool. The phone flashed, and the photo came out with the zig appearing to have dazed, spiral eyes through his spectacles, a heated, flustered blush on his face.

Flexier prodded the shape of a phone and hand pushing out his front. "Tell me if you get signal in there! Well, while you can!" He laughed aloud, flexing his midsection firmly. The walls clenched and ground against the Pokémon.

"Uh... I think I have... uh... a bar?" The trapped anthro squinted in the dark at his screen, the afterimage of the camera's flash still making it hard for him to see. He started to try to re-arrange himself to get more comfortable, and most importantly, upright, trying to rotate himself around. The stoat's slick inner walls, however, were pushing him the opposite way he tried to move, squirking and squelching over his body. They were so strong that instead of preventing his re-orientation, they just completed the motion in the opposite direction. The zigzagoon whined as they stopped their movement, realizing it was just one more tease.

"Good to know!" Chuckling, Flexier patted his belly, and looked over to his assistant. His chest swelled for a moment, before contracting again. "Ah hell, I forgot to ask this sucker for his weight!"

The pooltoy with the stop watch grinned broadly, face just as printed as the stoat's. "Eh, too late to ask now. Don't think he was much bigger than the last guy, though."

"What?" Kotetsu cried out, confused. "I'm still able to talk! I weigh-" He got cut off by a loud, squelchy glrrrrgle from all around.

"True." The predatory pooltoy smirked broader. "Alright, star the clock... now." He closed his eyes, and his belly let out an ominous blurrble.

The hapless zigzagoon felt the walls all squeeze in on him at once, grinding and squeezing, as the slickness inside became far more noticeable, a viscosity between himself and the vinyl surface, and with that came a powerful tingling sensation. He tried to move, but the walls were far stronger, grinding and pushing him around of their own will instead as he started to lose track of which way was up. Easy to do when he felt like every direction was down. Or more appropriately, every direction was in.

Kotetsu tried to rub his paws on his face, whining bashfully, then realized he was rubbing formless nubs against his squishy face. Confused, he felt around and found his phone, bapping at it until the screen lit up again. His hands indeed no longer had any fingers. They were black and vinylly, and dripping. As he stared, they were getting smaller with every drip. Other parts of his body he could see in his current position looked the same, like the walls around him but more runny. He squirmed, realizing what that extra fluid in the stomach was. He was melting directly into vinyl and he hadn't even felt it beyond a tingle. He shuddered and zigged aloud, flustered.

The forms of the anthro faded quickly, as the squelching sounds of vinyl on vinyl gave way to more wet blorps and gloops, belying just how thick and viscous the vinyl the pooltoy's meal was becoming. Flexier grasped onto his stomach as it rounded out with a few bubbling glorps, and a sound that might have been a weak 'goon' from the digesting Pokémon. The stoat pulled with both paws, squirking against himself as the formless swell in his body contracted. The gluts and splorts of gasses working their way out of the main mass of converted fur as the predator compressed and assimilated him grew quieter and quieter, until he sat back in his throne with a grin as his paws rested on his trim, narrow waist once more. "Time."

"79 seconds, 63 hundredths." The timer pooltoy read off.

Flexier looked like he was about to speak, but then his jaws parted again, and with a low guttural belch, a pair of spectacles flew out, followed by a still turned-on cell phone, landing on the vinyl floor with a bounce. The dripping glasses and photo of the flustered Pokémon displayed on the phone's screen were the last signs of Kotetsu at the party.