Pokémon Eat Pokémon World

The second you see her tush, the Ninetales’ immense buttocks crash down on your snout and her plush cheeks swallow up not just your face, but obscure your entire head from view! Wasn’t she supposed to be gentle? You press your paws up against her rump and as you do so, her next few words cause a cold chill to shake down your spine.

“Absol, do you have no survival instincts? You should know better than to let someone talk you into being eaten.” Her sudden shift in tone makes you realize how screwed you are. You start trying to push her off you, but your paws meekly dent her seriously padded rear. She’s too heavy to lift and her rump is only crushing down on you more! There’s no way you can fight your way out of this -- this vixen can just about crush you with her butt alone! You’re away from her mouth at least, maybe you’ll only be used as her…

Mmngph!

Your snout comes into contact with her tight, pink sphincter, and due to the fox’s sheer weight, you slide in. As embarrassed as it is, that’s as far as she can send you, right? You start getting desperate. Her tailhole is way too tight, there’s no way she could slip you inside her fat rump. But your heart sinks as you hear a half moan, half cackle as her greasy rear continues to slide across your face without any signs of stopping. Her rear entrance soon enough covers your eyes, redirecting your vision from the immense plushness of her yellow cheeks to her pulsating red tubes.

“If you can't keep your wits, you'd be devoured in an instant with where I'm heading. Better you inside me than inside of them... and ha-ah, Absol, there is nothing better than shoving runts like you back there!” For the first time, you feel her ass tug on you, pulling your entire face into the depths of her colon. You let loose muffled whines as the Ninetales gradually and methodically shifts your head to allow her anus to swallow your horn, her tailhole grinding on your face in the process. You know by the rapid breaths she takes and speed she’s grinding down on your body, that she is totally getting off to this. M-maybe she’ll let me out when she’s done? This is just her toying with me, right?

It takes a minute, but the brief annoyance the Ninetales feels shlicks inside her bowels all the same. Pesky horns are no match for her impressively stretchy anatomy -- once they’re inside her they’re calories all the same. Most predators would simply break off the Absol’s horn, but she loves the good challenge of slipping it in. To her, there’s something satisfying knowing every single part of her soon-to-be-assed Absol toy will be gurgled up into her own useless pudge. Not to mention, it covers any and all traces of her being here. Having her fun with snackable critters like him is what she lives for, and in the relative safety of the town, she doesn’t need to hold back.

As her anus clenches up against the your neck, the Ninetales repositions herself to shove your shoulders in next. You feel her lift your body up before sitting back down, letting her weight quickly slide over your widest point and send your entire chest into her stretchy tubes. Being in such a cramped, sweltering area, the part of you furthest inside the Ninetales’ guts is already snaking around to account for the curves of her large intestines and forces you to curl up even tighter as more of your body is sent past her plump, squishy cheeks. You’re only given a brief respite when her fat rump comes in contact with your own pudgy rear. “For a runt, you’re not half bad down there.” she says, as you feel your cheeks compressing under her superior tush’s weight. “Too bad that ass of yours is going to be part of mine soon enough!” Shlunk!

Her tanen moons slam into the ground, taking the rest of you in. She hauls her rump skyward, presenting your fidgeting pawtips for all the world to see -- before her tailhole gives one last tug, her red ring swallows your toes and you’re erased from the outside world. Hnnph… You can feel her give one massive, satisfactory sigh of pleasure, only helping to embarrass you further. Tucked in the vixen’s bowels, the tightness of her body crushing you in her guts feels like it can snuff you out at any moment. The only residual hope you have left is maybe this is some trick, some bad dream you’re having… but with each tug of her guts pulling you deeper, reality sets in. You were shoved inside her ass! That beautiful vixen’s tush… swallowed you! And as you feel her adjusting her position, seemingly flopping down on top of your ever-prominent bulge, you understand: This Ninetales is going to digest me. But how?

Your question is answered soon enough, once your body is sent into her even tighter quarters: her small intestines. The snaking tunnels seal to your body like cling wrap, outlining every detail of your small form with squishy, wet flesh. And the deeper you get, the tighter the tubes seem to feel. When you’re in the centermost of her red tunnels, at the very core of her bowels, do you feel like your body has… shrunk. You can’t discern if it’s simply loss of circulation or not, but it feels as if parts of you were simply soaked up by the fox’s powerful anatomy. The overwhelming numbness gradually spreads over increasing portions of your body, especially numbing your fatty regions. A sharp contraction of her guts and the numbness spreads. This goes on for what feels like hours, but it’s hard to tell fading in and out of consciousness -- until it seems, even that is absorbed by the vixen’s body.

The last thing on your mind was a picture of her jiggly ass, when you first saw it. How perfectly rotund it was… and how you are going to be a part of that. Just how things in nature should be: she is your predator, and you are her prey. You are fox food. Even if you’re an ass snack, you’re nourishment nonetheless, inevitable fuel for her impressive curves. Surely enough fuel to help her burn brighter, push her sultry bod to new heights with a near full 40kg of Absolfat, distributed across her body in some shape or another. Or at least you hope, in your increasingly broken state of mind -- being a part of her can’t be so bad, right?


….


Come early morning, the Ninetales finds herself resting on not a wriggly lump of Absol, but instead a solid pillow of a paunch nestled between her legs. Her belly, long emptied of all the food from last night, feels as if there’s an eevee or three permanently tucked inside it. Unable to see the damage the runt did to her, she has to get physical with her new additions. Digging her front paws into her potbelly, she squishes the plump yellow hill left and right, before giving it a reverberating slap of satisfaction, confirming not a dash of Absol is left inside. Kneading it is easy, the Absol-pudge molds like baking dough, except once pressed in far enough, it quickly rebounds into a naturally spherical shape.

When she tries to stand, her back legs almost immediately fold, flopping her tush onto the nest below and leaving her sitting on a sea of her pudge. She’d never expected her body to be so backheavy. He's almost entirely on her hips and tush -- she can tell thanks to her immense ass being the main counterweight to her sudden movement. With the damage he did to her ass, she can hardly feel the floor! The inches of flab on her tush give her an almost pear shape body, impressive for a quadruped like her! Of course it’s ruined with the perma-pudgebelly in her middle, but it’s nothing she can’t work off in… a few months.

She rocks her hips left and right, soaking in the level of chub he’s put on her thighs and reveling in the sheer size of her Absol-butt molding to her will. While she still has her goal of taking down Marden and his goons, she needed this. A wonderful travel snack and some much needed rest, with the added bonus of taking away a cute Absol boy on her hips and gut as a permanent souvenir. “You really did a number on me, runt.” She stands up, this time prepared for the wobbling of her thighs, and looks towards her tush, as if he were somehow stuck inside her still. “You wanted to travel with me, I hope you don’t mind the accommodations. You were cute before, but now you’re squishy,” she clenches her legs, forming a perfect heart-shaped ass with cheeks slapping and bouncing in unison. “And runt, I can work with squishy.” She clasps her thighs together and with her jiggling bod, she begins the trek to back to Shipton.

Given the cover of early dawn, she makes her way out of the hut, luckily finding none of the locals are out and about. It’s a struggle -- she can’t walk too fast, lest risk her mountain of assfat slap together and cause a commotion. The best she can do is use her tails to mask her prize, waiting until the outside forest to show it off proper. The real issue with indulging in ass meals is they have a habit of relocating near the point of entry, resulting in particularly explosive gains on her ass such as these. Her once ample-behind expanded into massive, squishy boulders, and her thighs are equally big to support the huge mounds of foxflab. But as always, satisfaction outweighs the added work of lugging the pudge around. Turning weaklings like him into something successful like herself. He’d never make it in the real world, she reasons with herself. Better a few rolls on her ass than someone else’s. And those that challenge that statement, she’s always done a good job of adding them to her frame too. Engulfed, absorbed, relegated to nothing more than a few layers of assfat on a thick foxy Ninetales, trapped under her skin for eternity…