My 'Box' Holds MORE Than 30 Pokémon! (Written by Wisty)
#1 of Stories Written by Others
This is the companion story to "My 'Box' Holds MORE Than 30 Pokémon!", a drawing on FurAffinity drawn by ImperfectFlame, viewable here on FA: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6946576/ This story was NOT written by me, but was a co-op effort between Guan and Wisty.
This story is being posted here as it contains some nonsexual anal-vore content, making it slightly more maturely-rated than the art it's based from. This rose a complaint from some who came to view the clean art and didn't like the written material. As such, I've just decided to remove the story entirely from the artwork's description and instead post it here with a link-between. Better than arguing with overly-sensitive people, right? :P
Enjoy!
The Charmeleon walked through the verdant woods, plodding towards the red-roofed Pokémon Center with his mission still firmly implanted in his mind. He could hear his trainer and master now, just as if he were standing beside him.
"Charem, I need you to fetch my Milotic and make sure she's healed, okay? Nurse Joy told me she'd have the storage center unlocked for ya, so just go around the back, and you should find it with no trouble. I know you can hold up well on your own, so I'm trusting ya! "
They day was blindingly bright, and he'd been walking for a good hour. Well, walking, frolicking, goofing off - it was all the same to the happy-go-lucky Charmeleon, and besides, he'd not been told he had to rush back. Then again, Guan had not allowed him to eat before he left...such a clever but rotten way to make him hurry back!
He grinned as the white-washed building loomed in front of him, his destination becoming ever closer. More important to the lizard at the moment was the fact that there were usually berries and the like growing nearby the Center. He bounced excitedly and clacked his claws together at the thought of a sweet, succulent rawst berry squishing between his teeth. Of course, it made him shiver a little from the memories, the sourness stinging his tongue, then filling his body with a sweet chill as the berry cooled him down - that was the best way to tickle the sensitive fire type, after all!
"I've got a little time for a snack..." the lizard said quietly to himself, his voice deceivingly cute; Charem was a rather cunning fighter, difficult to best in any battle...unless it was a Whiscash. He hated those things! Quickly shaking the distracting thoughts out of his head, he diverted his gaze from the massive building and instead focused on scouring the bushes. With a triumphant squeak, he dove into the bushes, his eyes catching the sight of blue and red!
He laughed as he pushed the bushes out of the way, keeping his tail well protected so that he didn't accidentally cause yet another fire. He grinned as he closed his talons around the soft squishy berry, making it spurt a little sticky juice all over his talons. He closed his eyes and hissed in delight, taking in the pungent, salty scent...
"Wait a minute..." He murmured quietly as he opened his eyes, revealing that he wasn't holding the beautiful pointed fruit that he'd imagined... instead, his hands were stuffed with a fat, bulbous blue berry that smelled salty and bitter. Charem threw the squashed remains down in disgust, climbing out of the bushes with his tail lashing agitatedly from side to side. "Stupid oran berries...so disgusting and bland...no sane Pokémon can eat those!" he grumbled quietly, stomping a bit on the ground, almost blocking out the ravenous growl of his stomach.
"Just quiet down, you...Master Guan has some food for us..."
He approached the building quietly, the reflective glass doors casting his image back at him, thinning the Char by a couple pounds. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he lightened his mood with the funny image. This Char skinny? Hah! He smirked widely as he walked around back, eventually coming upon the large iron doors bolted shut, a thermal hand scanner located by the door. Charem tilted his head as he approached the door, then smiled, putting his tail flame against it.
Charem laughed to himself as the locks slid out of place and the doors opened slowly, grunting as if pained by the exertion of moving... though it would figure that his tail flame would be recognized - he had a unique burning pattern that mimicked Guan's heat print almost perfectly... well, perfectly enough to where he could confuse most systems with it. Besides, his master was such a regular here that even if he was "found," he'd be able to just flash the tags on his spike collar and get off with little more than a warning. He was spoiled in so many ways.
As he cracked the door open, the fluorescent lights sputtered to life with a mindless droning. It was beautiful. As he walked in, he spotted a Pokéball lying on the floor, cold and alone. Normally, with Master Guan around, he'd be wary to pick up the Pokéball, especially since it might contain items that his master might find useful...but Guan wasn't here. He had always wondered what it felt like to hold one in his hands and mimic his master in yet another way. Against his better judgment, he picked up the tiny ball, feeling it expand in his hand. A wave of electricity ran down his hands as it expanded, making him jump and drop the ball. It hit the floor with a hollow clang, then remained still.
Naturally curious, the Charmeleon plodded closer to the ball, unable to see anything through the opaque plastic...but he wasn't sure! Curious and devious as he was, he picked it up and held it in his claws, holding it at arm's length just like Guan did. He blinked and shook it a bit, expecting it to open, but nothing happened. Frustrated and curious now, Charem plopped down onto his rump, causing a gust of air and a soft *fwump* to echo through the room, before cradling the ball in his claws and rolling it around slowly between them. How did it open? He tried poking it and prodding at various spots but to no effect.
Then it hit him! Smirking at his own resourcefulness, he placed the ball into his mouth, button first, and wrapped his lips around the cool ball's surface. He smiled as it began to warm with his saliva, his claws tugging on each end as he pressed the button with his strong, muscled tongue...but to no effect. He growled a little in frustration as his tongue kept slipping from the button, which refused to be pressed in...maybe that's why the ball was empty? He started to chew and bite at it, slapping with his tongue when he heard a loud *click!*
He groaned and smiled to himself as he felt the ball grow warm, then begin to expand inside his mouth....but wait, something else began to grow in his mouth! Instinctively, he began to suckle on whatever it was in his mouth, feeling it struggle. With a grunt, he began to swallow around it, his tongue wrapping around something wet and slimy...another tongue?! On it he tasted other things...berries, dirt, and a unique flavor all its own. It was sweet and warm tasting, nice and inviting, especially the tail...or what he thought was the tail anyway. As he gulped it down, forcing it into his stretchy, grumbling gut, he heard the cry of a Lickitung, loud and panicked as it squirmed inside of his distending stomach. He spit the ball out and slurped up the rest of the tail like a long, pink noodle. Delicious.
Ever the glutton, the Char let the Lickitung squirm and writhe in his gut, feeling his belly wobbling and jiggling as the Pokémon struggled inside of him, the Char burping a small gout of flame as he did so. His mind was a blur - if these Pokémon were here, it was a good chance that they were probably forgotten in lieu of better, stronger, or more interesting Pokémon...so a few couldn't hurt, could it?
He groaned as he stood up, his belly wobbling a little bit, feeling teasingly fed. It growled, wanting more - not that Charem could blame it, after all! He snickered to himself as his blue eyes glittered brightly, a fire blazing from within them. Waddling towards the shelves, he reached up and nabbed yet another basic Pokéball - the good appetizers were the weak, small Pokémon that went down easily but still put up a bit of a fight. With a toothy grin, he flopped onto his rear again to repeat the process of gnawing on the brightly colored ball while his tail flicked from side to side eagerly...a bit too eagerly as it smacked right into something large and solid!
Turning around lightning fast, Charem cried out and jumped out of the way as the contents of the shelf behind him came crashing down, sending a clattering echo through the cavernous warehouse. This caused him to swallow hard, accidentally ingesting the Pokéball in his maw whole! Gripping his throat, he felt it slipping down, bulging it ever so slightly as it worked its way down, his throat muscles squeezing at it...then he heard the click and felt the warmth, his stomach growing and bulging as he felt a jolt of electricity course through his body in addition to a frightened mewling. Patting his further-grown stomach, he exhaled sharply to calm himself with a spark escaping his lips...he figured that an electric type would be quite tasty and unique, though his tongue tingled a little as his belly worked over the cat-like Pokémon and his companion.
The Char did a quick count now, his eyes glancing around the room to take stock of the Pokéballs still in the room...somewhere around forty-two left, including Master Guan's Milotic, wherever that went. He could handle that! Using his tail, he fished around for more Pokéballs, his tail eventually becoming stuck on a pair of Pokéballs. They were inexplicably drawn to each other, and no matter how hard he tried to tug them apart they remained cemented together. Curious, he held the Pokéballs between his back talons and began to tap at the release buttons vigorously, hearing a satisfying click as the first one opened. With a matter of seconds, the red mist cleared and revealed a Pokémon shaped like a set of gears, rotating furiously as it tried to tug itself free from the other Pokéball.
Not one to waste an opportunity, Charem pressed his lips around the trapped Pokémon, slurping and suckling on the metallic body. He tasted iron, though he wasn't too surprised. He could feel the weight of it inside of his mouth, trying hard to rotate against his powerful jaws in an effort to move and escape...but naturally he didn't stand a chance against the seasoned eater who simply wrapped his tongue around it to hold it in place while he fumbled with the other Pokéball. Eventually he managed to open it and reveal a long cylindrical Pokémon with a set of powerful magnets protruding from either end, stuck fast against the Klink already in his maw.
Fantastic, he thought to himself, another steel type. Oh well, I guess it couldn't hurt to have a little more iron in my diet! He snickered a bit at his lame joke as the panicked electrostatic white noise echoed around the room from the Magnemite's panicked gyrations...but one gulp later, and the strong muscles tugging the Klink down into the Charmeleon's gut proved far more powerful than the steel type's pulling power! Little by little he worked the ball and magnet Pokémon down as it grated furiously against the twisting gears, and soon enough the pair settled into his stomach, their respective noisiness quelled by the well-padded strong interior of his gut muscles. Like the others, they eventually were forced to settle down and grow still as they were acclimated to the stretchy insides, Charem still savoring the metallic taste lingering on his tongue.
Once more he stood up, his belly sagging against the ground quite heavily now, nice and full from his meals...but he wasn't done yet, not with all this food just lying around! Walking around slowly and surveying the balls, he began to pick and choose them based upon color, just like one would pick up fresh fruits at the market. A nest ball - surely a bug type...special edition balls - only the fanciest Pokémon would be placed into those...possibly a rare Pokémon...a few more plain Pokéballs - spices meant nothing if there was no substance after all...even one that distinctly smelled of clover - odd but surely delectable in its own right!
After gathering his newest feast of ingredients, he carefully arranged them in order, the special edition being the last (he was a glutton, but a glutton with class if nothing else!), scattering the regular Pokéballs in between. Chewing his lip slowly he began to drool, trying to guess what might possibly be inside each one...but unable to take the suspense of actually deciding on a treat, he started by grabbing the ball that smelled of clover.
With a practiced hand, he pointed it up towards his gaping maw and tapped the button until it opened; in a matter of seconds, he heard a small chirp as his mouth became filled with a soft, fibrous feeling Pokémon. His tongue danced around it, the smell of clover strong and enticing while he formed the mental image of his latest snack: It was small with rounded knobs on its head and a short tightly compacted tail. It felt as if it had scales, but small fibrous ones...plantlike. He heard the call again, and he remembered where he'd heard it before! At one point, his master had been fascinated with Treeckos, and they always made such an incessant racket.
He slowly let his tongue dance over the small squirming lizard until he couldn't taste anything else new or exciting...but such a delicious flavor couldn't go to waste! Nonchalantly he reached down and picked up another ball before flopping onto his back with the ball gripped tightly between his claws. Tapping the fresh ball and pressing it against his lips while tending to the Treecko struggling around inside his moist fleshy cheeks and gullet, he finally managed to get the Pokéball to open and was delighted to feel his mouth filling with a soft feathered form. The creature fluttered weakly in his mouth as it mashed against the Treecko to stuff him farther back, its taste oddly fresh and clean, like a spring breeze while the feathers tickled at his cheeks. Pleased with this mouthful, he clasped his lips around the bird, hearing a shocked but beautiful cry echoing from his mouth...and then a Magnemite's cry? No...two Treeckos? He smirked as he remembered Pokémon he'd spent hours mimicking (or having mimic him - he was still unsure of who was in charge in that session), the feathered fiend being called a Chatot...whatever. He quickly dispatched of the duo in his mouth with two strong gulps, the slimy (and snug!) muscles quite easily sending them surging down his throat and stuffing them into the already crowded gut.
He rubbed his belly now, shivering a bit as he felt the captured Pokémon struggling and squirming fruitlessly inside of his body while his tail flicked happily back and forth behind him. As he caressed his gut, waiting for them to be settled down, he grinned in pleasure, realizing that he couldn't reach the bottom of his stomach any more...not that it made a difference. He grinned and leaned forward, using his large tail as a counterbalance so as to not go toppling entirely onto his front side while scooping up as much of his buffet as he could, eager to have his stomach filled well past capacity with all these fantastic meals!
One by one, he opened the Pokéballs: Eevee was first, the furred Pokémon's body tasting distinctly like crushed cocoa powder, sweet and enticing, making him want more! And now a Pichu, the spiky-eared Pokémon tingling as it released what little electricity it had stored. As he slurped along it, he tasted cherries, the taste getting stronger as he slurped over the tiny mouse's head. Of course! he thought to himself, they eat Cheri berries to help discharge some static! Mmm, if only these little mice were more common...oh well!
His hands a blur, he quickly cracked open the remaining balls - a nest ball and two regular Pokéballs. He stuck out his tongue as he saw the Caterpie but shrugged, tossing his head back and slurping the long bead-like body down instantly, the taste of earth and old leaves flitting across his tongue. Slimy yet satisfying. As he opened the next ball, he was greeted by the sweet grassy scent of a Budew, his eyelids growing a little heavy as he recognized the sleeping powder. As much as he'd love to savor the plant's flavor - fresh, sweet and grassy, as well as smooth and layered on his slick tongue - he had to quickly swallow the small bud Pokémon before it put him to sleep WITHOUT letting him fill his gut more...
He shifted and stood up again, his belly still resting firmly against the ground as he held up a small dusk ball, grinning to himself. It was always a surprise to guess what kind of Pokémon was in a dusk ball...usually a dark type or a poison type, but sometimes the rare water type or even legendary would be found. He smiled as he lifted his hand up, managing to get the ball open with only one hand. Much to his delight, he saw a long thin ribbing materializing on his outstretch hand, soon taking the shape of an uncommonly small Ekans.
"Well, aren't you just adorable?" Charem muttered quietly, his voice rumbling slowly as it echoed hungrily from the pit of his stomach. He grinned and walked forward a bit as the small snake began to hiss and writhe in his hand. Getting an idea, he held his arm above his head, the snake dangling above his dripping, voracious maw. He slowly lowered it, the squirming becoming more violent and desperate until the reptile's head was encased in a set of warm, squishy lips and suckled upon. The taste was sour - probably from the acid in the creature's venom - but not unpleasantly so. He smiled and used his tongue to tug it downwards, his throat muscles finally clamping down around it and massaging it down rhythmically. In a sudden surge of inspiration, he let the creature go, its tail flopping down against his massive stomach. He tilted his head down and began to suck hard on the slippery body, drawing it into his lips like a long purple noodle while his throat dutifully tugged it into his stomach. Growling in delight, Charem rubbed his throat, teasing at the reptile's body as it bulged and added itself to the mass of squirming flesh.
Then he turned his attention to the remaining ball in his select pile...a Special Edition ball. With eager hands, he picked it up, smelling it - ah, he loved the smell of mint, right behind the taste of a good sweet rawst berry! He slowly opened it into his talons, smiling as a cute little hedgehog appeared in it. His eyes went wide as he looked at the rare Pokémon, smelling the mint just wafting from it...naturally his gluttony got the best of him. With little more than an idle thought, Charem quickly stuffed the creature into his mouth and suckled on it like a leaf until the minty coolness flowed throughout him, after which point he swallowed quickly before it could do anything with those sharp quills, tucking the Shaymin away in barely a gulp.
As his latest acquisition soon lay still, he looked down in eager curiosity, seeing his stomach jiggling and squirming, the outlines of each prey pressed firmly against the flesh, creating eerily detailed bulges. So many...his mind butted over, and he began to drag his stomach along behind him as he reached for the still filled Pokéballs.
A slave to his ravenous appetite at this point, he scrambled madly to open any ball he could get his hands on, devouring Pokémon after helpless Pokémon, each quicker than the last: a Meowth vanished first, more intent upon keeping a firm grip on its coin rather than struggling; a Miltank to wash down the many more that followed, its udder spurting a little of the delectable cream into the Char's maw as he swallowed around it; a particularly well-bred Minccino huffed and squeaked as her luxurious fur grew wet with saliva, her focus on keeping its beauty intact overwhelming the desire to save herself...such was the price of vanity, Charem vaguely thought somewhere in that hungry-mind, coughing up a bow while opening yet another ball and indiscriminately gulping the contents of each to add to the ever-growing collection in that seemingly endless bag inside of him!
After dragging his super-swelled stomach behind him with notable exertion, he finally happened upon the last cluster of unopened Pokéballs. With little more than a now well-practiced flick of his claws, he sent a Foongus quickly on its way, observing how it acted like a simple mushroom and didn't struggle at all - only making his consumption easier on the well-weighted Char. Throughout the earthly platter, he also noted how Diglett tumbled easily from the ball into the Char's waiting mouth, nommed whole like a nice summer sausage with an odd underside flavor - a mix between mulch and dirt. Breloom met a similar fate, the mushroom Pokémon being yet another rare exception for the voracious reptile's pallet. Of course they weren't all so easy: Zigzagoon was a feisty one, slipping down the slick muscled throat with quite a fight, and Octillery certainly kept sticking to his insides and outsides rather obnoxiously, though still a delicious treat that wriggled and tickled inside his throat and stomach on the way down.
Eventually he started to wind down from this blinding hunger lust and dragged himself forward with considerably more effort, blinking in confusion. According to his count, there should have been four balls still left, but now he was down to three, one of which was Master Guan's Milotic. He shrugged to himself, figuring he'd find the missing number after he dealt with his squirming gut and returned the ball like a good pet. For now though, he had two more to fit in! Grinning wickedly, he somehow inched himself closer, picking each ball up one at a time, feeling the relative weights...with a tailwag, he picked the smaller one first and opened it in front of him, licking his lips in anticipation as the fog cleared seconds later.
In front of the mass of squirming Charflesh bent an otherwise towering Kangaskhan, blinking in confusion at the sight before him and the claws hanging onto either side of its head. Not one to waste such an opportunity, Charem lurched forward, wrapping his gaping jaws swiftly around the Kangaskhan's armored head as he gripped its shoulders, forcing it inwards and trapping its arms down before it could reach up to stop him!
In panic, the massive creature jumped and thrashed around wildly in a futile effort to free itself while plunging down into its pouch, popping its little joey loose to save it...but Charem was prepared! With that same evil grin, he rolled forward ever so slightly, trapping the baby's tail beneath his undulating flesh, in effect pinning it harmlessly in place! With a grin, he lowered his head down around the mother Kangaskahn and then yanked up, his throat muscles closing down around the heavy creature as it kicked in the air frantically, sending it downwards on the route to join all the rest!
His previous meals had been easy fares, but this one was different. Each swallow forced the raging yet helplessly pinned Pokémon deeper and deeper, forcing his smooth and sensitive stomach to expand rapidly now to accommodate the bulges created in his throat. In a matter of seconds, his gulps had become more frantic, more desperate to have his stomach filled with the squirming mass. He groaned and sighed as he slowly worked his way down the midriff, feet, and then finally the thick, spiked tail, safely tucking the savage beast into his belly, groaning with the exertion of the whole ordeal and paying little heed to the trapped little joey squeaking in terror beneath.
He was bulged beyond belief, sure, but...one more couldn't hurt! With the utmost of laziness, he set what he knew to be his master's Milotic aside and then opened the final ball in silence.
What greeted him after the haze passed was an unexpected surprise that actually made the little Charmeleon squeal in pure joy: A beautiful dragon-like creature with arching obsidian wings, a body as black as soot and a tail flame that sparkled a golden orange. Realizing a kindred spirit, the greedy eater's game changed entirely as he adopted a devious yet reverent expression and nodded his head at the confused creature, pointing to the joey underneath. "For you, brother." he murmured quietly, his voice dripping with desire. Such a rare treat he was getting today...a shame the shiny Charizard's owner had left him cramped in a small ball.
Seeming to understand almost immediately with an evil smile of its own that nearly put Charem's to shame, the Charizard dove for the joey and quickly opened his mouth wide. In pure terror the small creature squeaked and struggled as the Charizard snatched it from beneath the fat belly of its otherwise smaller evolution, tumbling it down into his smoking throat with almost no effort. Charem hissed with a shiver as he watched that bulge vanish down his fellow Char's throat and land in its stomach with a barely audible splash. Thus sated, it turned its attention back to the overstuffed fire lizard next to it, giving Charem a questioning look as the little Charmeleon stroked the Charizard's tail gently to soothe it before guiding it up to his mouth for an affectionate nibble. The Charizard crooned in delight and turned around, looking back with a knowing wink at Charem's blushing from what the raised tail had revealed.
"My apologies, sister..." Charem muttered quietly before slurping up the tail. She fluttered her wings with a even deeper croon, enjoying the tongue and cheeks puffing around her toe claws as her tail was also suckled gently, assuming that he was just being playful...until Charem lunged forward with eyes glinting mischievously and gave a HUGE swallow around her tail and feet all the way to the knees! Before the surprised Charizard could do anything more than look back in stupefied amazement, the duplicitous yet ever voracious Charmeleon lashed his hands out to jerk her closer to his body and pull back under the knees, causing her to topple over with a loud roar and crash to the ground flat onto her face, wings crumpling to either side as the impact caused her to lie stunned and prone for a moment...just long enough for the little orange predator!
Curling forward to gulp the rest of her tail and legs down like a snake, Charem could feel his innards glowing and growing warmer. He smiled, slurping her legs up nice and slowly, feeling the muscles tense and ripple beneath his own iron-strong muscles as she feebly attempted to escape once more...but no, she was good and trapped at this point. In a matter of seconds, the exotic taste of fear and happiness - probably pheromones - from the zardess filled his vision, only increasing his need to have her inside of him. Before her wings could extend again, the Charmeleon had already reached them and now trapped them between his warm, soft lips. Her fate sealed, he deigned to rub along her body as it slipped down his throat inch by inch until only her head remained free. A small yet smoky triumphant snort from the Charmeleon marked the end of the feast once he slowly swallowed her bit by bit, her head finally disappearing into his maw, sealed off from all daylight as he closed his mouth. After she was finally tucked away, Charem let out a tremendous belch and thus allowed himself a bit of rest from the exhaustion. That took care of all that. Now all he had to do was retrieve his master's Milotic.
After catching his breath, he slowly lurched forward, each insistent tug of his hind legs helping the giant bag behind him keep up, rolling over like a Sandile to maneuver his big tummy in the direction he wanted to go. Despite the tons of freshly squirming species he had consumed, he still retained some of his mobility - he'd been well trained after all! But as he laid on his back and reached for the Pokéball just inches away from his claw tips, he heard the unmistakable "click" from under his gut.
Moments later, he groaned as he felt a massive body growing beneath his belly, the tail lashing out from under his chest. Charem couldn't help but snicker at this, hissing ticklishly as he immediately identified the smooth scaled creature beneath him, the wings and facial whiskers unequivocal; he'd found a Dragonite, and it was on the wrong side of his belly far as he was concerned! He felt it squirming and heard it growling beneath him, working its way slowly towards the flaming tail also under his belly. Try as he might, Charem couldn't turn around...
...fortunately, there was more than one way to eat a Pokémon for this fire lizard!
Swiftly with the Dragonite literally hot on his tail, he took a firm hold of the mountainous volume of his own stomach and quickly scampered atop, hoisting himself upwards using the grips provided by his previous meals and resisting the belly's urge to roll downwards, pushing it the other direction instead! With enough effort, he managed to slip his tail out from underneath all that weight seconds before he felt the Dragonite's head follow it and finally emerge, his head peeping out and staring upwards. Right up at Charem's winking backdoor. Perfect.
With a mighty lurch, Charem took aim and SLAMMED downwards, the Dragonite squawking in disbelief as Charem grunted and felt his tight rump-ring being spread by the Dragonite's snout! Growling in both pleasure and concentration at this firm intrusion, he dug his feet into the floor rather firmly and then scooted his giant tummy back towards him while lashing his tail downwards in another hard squat, forcing the Dragonite forward while trapping the head in the goo-coated chamber!
Shivering in delight as the Dragonite roared and thrashed inside and outside his rump, frantic to escape but rather securely trapped by both rump and belly, Charem began to repeat his earlier motion and rock his hips back and forth, feeling his tight tunnel undulating around that smooth head and gradually accepting more of that massive dragon inside. With each pull he could feel his rump beginning to produce more of the lubricating goop, some of it leaking out around the Dragonite's body as more and more of it was pulled out from the mass bag of Pokémon trapping it.
After what felt like ages of trying to pack the sheer girth of this wildly flailing creature deep inside his depths, Charem finally felt its lower half pop free from the weight atop of it...though by that time it was too late. Nothing could now stop the insatiable Charmeleon from eagerly and constantly PLOWING his smaller elastic body down on the Dragonite, the fleshy passage squeezing and clenching rhythmically, feeding the Char's ever-expanding body with more and more dragon flesh until at long last Charem felt his feet planted squarely on the ground with his giant prey buried up to the hips and trying valiantly to stand up...not having any of that, Charem rolled right back onto his front with a huge effort, his massive bag of holding twisting along with him, mashing the lower half of the curled-up yet kicking Dragonite against his lower belly to keep him in place.
Unable to move any farther, Charem placed his hands on the ground and began to pant from exertion and pleasure for the first time this evening. He blushed furiously as he kind of wished his Master was there to watch....but he shook the thought away. He couldn't afford to "enjoy" this now, not when he couldn't take care of it. As he lay there momentarily helpless, his ring insistently flexing around the chubby body, he groaned in delight and simply allowed his backside to do all the work for him, squeezing those big hips past with a loud *SCHLORP* to force every inch of the weakening Dragonite deeper still into his already packed gut. The sheer size of the creature forced many of the smaller Pokémon to be cramped together, making them squirm anew and stretch Charem's gut out in all conceivable as Charem felt like he was about to faint from the sheer pleasure of it all.
Managing to hold together with every last inch of his willpower, Charem somehow curled his tail back and pressed hard inside of himself to force the last bit of the Dragonite's spinning tail into his rump, dislodging it and letting his slimy backdoor seal firmly shut only after he could sense the wriggling Dragonite was well en route to join everyone else. Panting and watching as his stomach flesh continued to stretch and expand around all his various occupants as they vied for room, Charem was pleased to find he could identify each and every one of his prey as distinctly visible in it. Spent at very long last, the fire reptile lay still for a few moments, focusing now on breathing through his incredible feeling of fullness while letting himself rest yet again.
"Such...a good snack...I hope...Master Guan...doesn't...make me...free them...<3~" he murmured to himself, feeling his final meal still twitching inside him, not yet willing to give up it seemed. My, but a Dragonite's rage was a tough one to overcome...
After a few moments, the Charmeleon decided that it was time to finish his objective...besides, his trainer, Guan, would be awfully worried if he didn't come back at a reasonable hour. Growling and dragging his feet once more against the ground while putting forth an uncanny amount of stamina, he very slowly crept his vastly bloated body along the floor, crawling ever closer to that Pokéball...
He was just about to place his talons on the safari ball's top when he heard the door he had long ago entered behind him clang, then open! Charem turned his head in a snap, just in time to see a shadow cast across the ground...
...the outline of human female.
"What's going on here?" the voice called out in shock as its owner saw the scene.
Whoops. Charem, blinking rapidly at the thoroughly nonplussed nurse, valiantly attempted to adopt an adorably innocent expression, his gargantuan Benedict Arnold of a stomach squirming and bulging as the familiar voice of their nurse caused a great muffled racket to emanate from it. Despite this, he managed to keep his voice turned up to Ultra-Cute as he let out a few clueless chirps as if to ask who the heck put all these balls inside of him, staring at the ground with his claws hiding his face with a blush to feign helplessness and innocence...yet his eyes burned with a bright, mischievous fire, wondering silently if the name of this particular nurse was as joyous as her flavor...
"H-help me? I'm stuck..."