You’ve trekked through most of the region of Hisui without much issue. Sure, the region has thrown a lot at you- especially since you began traveling through the cold, rugged foothills of Mount Coronet- but you’ve never felt unsafe or unsure with your most trusted Pokemon at your side. 

For the moment you've found a good place to rest, somewhere secluded from the gigantic bugs that swarm at the base of the mountain and far away from the gigantic reptilian rock types that populate the higher elevations. The ground here is hard but not unbearable and nearby bushes and ponds give you the resources you’ll need to camp out for a bit. Now, there are just a few things left for you and your trusted partner to do before you can fully rest and relax… 

You hunch over a pile of twigs and kindling you’d set up moments earlier, making sure to set some rocks in place to keep the fire contained. Afterwards, you stand up and step back, making way for your Typhlosion, the towering, fire-ghost type, mammalian Pokemon you began training when you first made it to Hisui. 

Even when he was a Cyndaquil he was big, but now as a fully evolved Typhlosion he is massive- nearly twice your height and more than three times your width. You watch as he bends over, looking at the small stack of firewood intently. His collar of purple flames flares out a moment, then he puffs out a small tongue of fire, igniting the wood and kindling. He huffs out a couple more warm breaths to nurture the flame, then backs away, satisfied. 

You pat Typhlosion’s thigh, as if to tell him “good work”. He grins down at you and then lays down, his lengthy body partially wrapping around yours. You lean into his side and partially sink into his plump belly,. Even through your weather-proof jacket and trousers (both purchased back at Jubilife village), you can easily feel the Pokemon’s ambient warmth, the heat gently radiating off his soft body. His heat is very easy to distinguish from that of the fire, and for some reason, leaves you just as warm but even more comforted…

Groouuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrk-bloouurrrrrl… 

Typhlosion’s stomach bubbles beneath the thick fat and thin fur that covers his body. You look to your side, where you see the fire type nosing at your pack, likely smelling the berries inside. You look up at the sky, which is only partially visible with the wreath of mountains surrounding you. Still, with what you can see, the purple night is beginning to roll in while the orange day fades away. 

“You’re hungry for dinner, right, Typhlosion?” 

As you ask this, he looks up at you and grins. There’s something reassuring about the scarlet glow in his narrow eyes, or how a thin smile spreads across his wide mouth. He chuffs, blowing a small cloud of smoke at you, which instead of fanning away, you take a small breath of, sensing the meaty char beneath the soot. With the smoke being so warm, you have a hard time justifying blowing it away, especially since it’s one of the few traits he’s retained since evolving from a Cyndaquil: blowing smoke in your face to grab your attention.

“Yeah… I understand. Let’s see what I have for you.” 

You take your bag out of Typhlosion’s reach, which initially elicits a growl from the fire type. However, as you sit the bag in your lap and unfasten it, he watches intently. You dig through your bag just a moment before removing a large leather pouch nearly as big as your head. You grunt slightly- exaggerating it a little- setting the leather bag in your lap as you push your back pack away. 

“I should have some good berries for you, I think I have some of your favorites, even~”  

You smile at the Pokemon, and he again smirks back. You open the bag, revealing a cornucopia of fruits and berries. Even in the low light you can see the color and shine of several different berries, ranging from perfectly round leppa berries to curiously shaped nannab berries. Many of the berries are a decent size, with some as big as your fist. You imagine that just a few should be perfect for filling Typhlosion up…

“Alright… I’ll get something started on something small, then if you want more you can have more.” 

You dig out a small handful of almost spherical blue Oran berries. Normally they are a bland fruit, but they look quite tantalizing in the flickering firelight, and appear as a perfect snack for your fire type. 

“Alrighty, here you go.” 

You shift over slightly, letting Typhlosion crane his neck forward. You hold your hand just in front of his snout, his nose alone wider than your palm. He sniffs your hand for a moment, then very quickly opens his mouth wide and takes it in, the berries and all. 

“H-Hey, Typhlosion, settle down! You’re supposed to eat the berries, not-” 

You pause, having tried to pull your hand away for a moment, but stop as soon as you feel his tongue wrap around your wrist, pulling you in up to your elbow. The muscle is lengthy and broad, but narrow at the tip. It moves purposefully down from your wrist, pulling all of the berries off at once and sending them down his throat with a barely audible-

Glurnk… 

Your heart skips a beat as his throat clenches just beyond your fingertips. He releases his grip, allowing you to remove your hand, which is now drenched in hot slobber. When Typhlosion sees you staring at your dripping fingers, he smirks. 

“Uh-huh… you uh… want some more, right?” 

He nods, licking his lips. You look in the pouch and see you and plenty of berries. You’d collected them just about everywhere but here, owing to the Coronet Highland’s less-forgiving climate. Still, if your Typhlosion wants all of your berries, he can have all of your berries, even if it’ll mean a trip back to town to get some more. You reach into the bag and take hold of a couple of large Sitrus berries, the fruits squishing slightly in your grip. 

“A-Alrighty, take as much as ya want!” 

You reach out towards Tyhplosion again, opening your palm to reveal the berries. Again, he looks at them and sniffs just a moment before taking in your arm up to your wrist, slurping off the berries, swallowing them with a dull- 

Gwump-

-and venting a smoky sigh.

Behind you, the fire type’s middle emanates a low- 

Glluuurrrrrb-rroouurrrrlk… 

-the subtle burbling sending tingles down your back. The Pokemon curls up slightly tighter around you and nudges his snout into your side. You look back at the berry pouch, seeing that it is still mostly full. 

“You want more, boy?” 

You look at Tyhplosion, and he nods. 

“S-Sure then, you can have the rest.”  

You hold the pouch in both hands, the opening facing towards Typhlosion’s mouth for him to eat from it. You watch his eyes train into it for just a moment, then back towards your hands. Just like before, he stretches open his jaws, takes in both hands at once, and swallows down the entire pouch in one go. Again, your fingers can almost touch his tonsils as they flex and ripple with his singular effort. With just one- 

GLULP- 

-the pouch is gone, along with all of the berries in it. 

Typhlosion opens his mouth slowly, letting you pull your dripping, tingling hands free. You look at him with brows furrowed, as if prepared to scold him for eating your equipment. Then, you feel another- 

Grrroouuurrrbroooorrrrl- 

-rumble against your spine. 

Typhlosion keeps his mouth open for a moment longer, venting out a smoky, airy belch. The low-pitched aaahuuurrrwoorrrlp draws out several seconds, the fire type making sure to smack his lips afterwards, just to emphasize his satisfaction. You cannot feel any noticeable difference in the fire type besides a slight raise in body temperature, though for all you know, that could just be the wind blowing colder than before- enough that it nips at your exposed cheeks. Regardless, you can’t deny just how inviting the Pokemon is, soft fur, thick pudge and all… 

Grrrrbluuurrrblrrrl… 

You both hear and feel his stomach bubbling as it quickly goes to work processing the berries. If you had to guess you ‘fed’ him ten pounds or so of the mixed fruit, an amount that should be a good serving for any Pokemon, even one his size. 

“You enjoyed that, right?” 

You turn towards the fire type, and he noses at your side. You stretch your arms across his body while leaning further back into him, and he continues to nudge at your thigh. It makes you slightly claustrophobic at first so you try to pull away, but after the Pokemon growls, you accept his gesture of affection. He curls tighter around you still, almost trapping you in a croissant of heated, squishy dough. His heat easily overwhelms that of the small campfire, which you continue to rely on for light.  

UuurrrBRrrrrGLuurrrrl… 

Your attention snaps back to the Pokemon when you hear the chunky gurgle emanate from his belly. Typhlosion shifts slightly, as if trying to move something around inside him. You hear another grumble of his guts as he rolls fully onto his belly, squashing it against the ground. You watch with fascination as he grinds his body against the earth, continuing to push longer, wetter gurgles and groans from his guts. Eventually, he lets loose a sloppy, throaty- 

BluuurrrRrrrRHrrraaaaalp… 

-the Typhlosion ejecting the spit-soaked pouch along with a puff of smoke and gas. 

You almost giggle at your Pokemon’s efforts, wondering if he bit off more than he could chew by swallowing the whole bag at once. Still, the bag itself is empty, meaning he was able to process everything but the woven pouch. He chuffs and grunts, puffing out a few more clouds of dull smoke while settling back down around you. This time he lays on his side, allowing you to lean directly back into his soft paunch. 

You continue to keep your arms stretched back over his body, though he is long enough that you cannot fully reach either his head or his upper legs. Instead, you find yourself reaching mostly across the Pokemon’s torso, only scratching at his head or neck when he cranes himself closer to you. 

These are the kinds of nights you could get used to. Sure, the wind is blowing harder and flakes are beginning to fall, but so long as you’re with Typhlosion the weather outside doesn't  matter. His internal warmth is plenty for you. You look eye-to-eye with him and see the fire type smile once again, the darker collar of fur around his neck and the flame-producing organs that grant him his type both subtly glowing in the dark. 

It’s hard to tell, but even when he has his flames dimmed, Typhlosion continues to give off a purple light. It almost perfectly outlines his head and shoulders, his own bioluminescence distinct from the firelight. As you continue to trade looks with the mammalian Pokemon, taking his shape and figure in, you feel yourself growing drowsy, sinking into his warmth… 

Typhlosion gets up suddenly, causing you to lean your balance and fall back onto the rocky earth. You grunt, rubbing at your now-tender backside while the fire-ghost Pokemon walks over to the campfire. 

“What are you up to? Does the fire need some extra work?” 

He crouches low in front of the fire, just like he had before. When Typhlosion deeply inhales, you expect him to puff out another small tongue of flame. Instead, he breathes out a dense cloud of smoke and soot, suppressing the once lively fire. Before you can interject at all, Typhlosion stands to his full height again, looming above you. Even in the limited light you can easily make out his wide hips, plump stomach, narrow shoulders, and thin smile. 

He walks closer, his own form blocking any of the scattered starlight bleeding through the clouds. Typhlosion’s collar lights up a little, casting a magenta glow across his figure and yours. The fire type takes one more step closer, enough for you to feel the heat from his belly, then slowly lays down atop you. 

At first you barely realize Typhlosion is coming down, but as soon as he straddles your legs and presses his stomach against your hips, you know he is. He slowly and completely covers you, allowing all of his weight to press down on yours. The whole world goes black as the fire type lies flat across your body. You’re smushed against the ground again, your back against the earth while your torso is completely swallowed by the Pokemon’s. Not even your feet are left uncovered by Typhlosion, owing to just how long and large he is. 

You squirm around beneath him, splayed out awkwardly with your arms and legs both out to the side rather than pinned straight against your body. Still, you’re able to move some, the Typhlosion’s fat is soft enough that it does not completely restrict you. You’re able to push up against him, into him rather, and knead around the soft, doughy pudge that makes up his middle. 

“Hrrrrrrrrrrfff…” 

Somewhere above you, the fire type chuffs pleasantly, obviously enjoying your touch. You enjoy his as well, continuing to knead and massage his plush lower belly. Your hands sink deep into all of the fat and fluff, the appendages sinking past your wrists in parts and almost swallowed in other places. Sometimes when you prod at his belly you elicit a wet- 

Grrrr-brluuurrrrsh… 

-all of the juice and berries sloshing around inside his stomach. 

Every now and then you hear another gurgle, or maybe even a low-brewed belch. You warm up yourself hearing those guttural, bodily functions from the Pokemon, your cheeks reddening as you do. 

You rub lower, feeling the Pokemon’s bloated intestines pumping his meal along. You wonder just how much of the slurry he uses for energy and how much of it ends up padding his already dense body. With just how deep your hands sink in, you’d surmise a lot. You hear the Pokemon’s steady breaths quicken as you contact those areas, meaning you must have found a sensitive spot. His heartbeat speeds up as well, the thumps resounding clearly in your ears. 

Slowly, Typhlosion rolls over, relieving you of his weight as he lies on his back once again. You kneel at the fire-ghost type’s side, looking him eye-to-eye. He chuffs, then stares towards his belly. You bend over his stomach, watching how it rises and falls with each breath he takes. The whole thing is one creamy mound that covers most of his middle, and likely takes up most of his internal space as well. 

You bend over it, pressing both hands into the soft flesh. Typhlosion exhales slowly as you do, idly kicking as well. He cranes his head up slightly and smiles at you, the amethyst glow still present behind his eyes. You push deep into the soft, fuzzy layers of tummy chub, the organ emitting a small blorrp as you do. You lay across his stomach, allowing your face, chest and arms all to sink into his fat belly. 

You continue to move your arms back and forth, pushing into the softest pockets of fat just to feel your hands sink in. Everywhere across his body is an all-encompassing warmth, owing not just to his girthy figure, but to the furnace burning deep inside him… 

Bloouurrrgooouurrrl… 

Uurrrrglooorrrrlp… 

Your constant rubbing and kneading must have moved something around within the mammalian Pokemon, as his stomach has livened up a fair bit since your session began. He lifts one of his forepaws, beckoning you closer. You move along his side until you’re just below his chest. Typhlosion puts an arm around your waist, pulling you in closer, and you place both hands on his chest. 

Again you push in, though your hands don’t sink in nearly as deep as before. That isn’t to say his chest isn’t soft, but you can more easily feel the muscle structures that allow the Pokemon to be as powerful as he is. You push again, Typhlosion chuffing as you do. When you look back at him, you see laying his head back on the ground, totally prone. You press in one more time, again creating a soft grruurrrl as you push something loose, just before Typhlosion vents a smoky, musky- 

Brrruuurrrhuurrrrrrlph… 

He sighs afterwards, leaning towards you just to blow the smoke ring in your face. You chuckle, but don’t cough or gag, even if Typhlosion does what he can to exaggerate his brief belch. His gas is rich and smoky, smelling more like smoke to a stove than gastric fog What further sets it apart is the slight sweetness of berry juice wrapped up in the smoky package.

You inch slightly further up his side, placing your hands on his neck, now. Though the fire type’s body does narrow as you go further up it, his neck is still wider than any part of you is. You press your hands into the side of his neck, feeling his esophagus within. Whenever he breaths, his throat slightly expands and contracts, causing your hands to either go deeper or more shallow as he does. Every now and then, you feel a distinct pressure work its way up Typhlosion’s esophagus, which he releases in short, low- 

Hrrrrrrhuarrrrrrrrph’s…

And- 

Uuuurrrrrrhoouuuuururrrfp’s… 

Once more, the Pokemon makes sure to blow the subtly-purple puffs of smoke directly at you, and your only reaction is to bend over further. You keep one hand on his neck, feeling the rhythmic motions of his breath and the steady pulse of his heart beat, while moving the other beneath his chin. 

Your hand instantly vanishes below his jaw, though you can still feel yourself working along his mandible and beneath his mouth. You scratch, need, and rub, Typhlosion occasionally pumping his legs or huffing a belch directly in your face. 

You continue to lean closer, drawn in by your Pokemon’s ever-present warmth, until you’re barely a hand’s breadth from his face. You nearly vanish into gaze, lost in the violet glow that radiates from his body. When he parts his lips, you expect to breathe in another burp, but instead he licks across your face, lingering just a moment before pulling it back in. 

Taken aback, you back away, giving the Pokemon a little more space. You remain crouched low, and so does he, Typhlosion rolling over to all-fours and standing just high enough to remain level with you. He walks closer, his nose barely a breath away from yours. Once again, you find yourself lost in his gaze, swallowed up by the hunger deep inside him. 

Glooouuuurrrrhoouuurrrralg… 

You find yourself and Typhlosion both looking at the same thing: his belly. His stomach sags with him on all-fours, his bloated midsection nearly touching the ground below. When he looks back up at you, all you can do is blush. He knows you heard his stomach grumble, and he knows you want to know more about what happens to things like those berries, or whatever else lips between his jaws… 

Matching the Pokemon, you yourself get on your hands and knees. Typhlosion smirks. He opens his mouth again, revealing the eerily glowing cavern inside it. The wider his jaws stretch, the more details you make out, whether it be the thick strands of drool connecting his teeth or the fat uvula at the back of his throat that sways with each breath. He sticks out his tongue, the appendage narrow and pointy at the front but thick and broad across its body, and intently licks you. It initially surprises you when his tongue touches your face. You’re used to the occasional lick as a sign of affection, but this is different- he’s tasting you. Typhlosion has made the decision that you are his food and that you’re destined for his belly. As the tongue starts to move across your face, you can’t help but agree. 

He moves his tongue intently, tracing precise paths along the sides of your face and taking long laps at your cheeks and chin. You can’t help but lean into his licks, pressing your face into the spongy, cushy surface of the appendage. Typhlosion chuffs as you do this, possibly his way of chuckling or showing amusement. All you do is continue to lean in, allowing him to have you. 

When he pulls his tongue back in, your face is coated in hot, sticky drool, your dark hair drenched with his saliva. It’s hard to tell where all of the wetness comes from, as at least some of it has to be from the snow melting as soon as it hits your head. Still, judging by the musky heat, the thick texture and the oppressive weight of the drool, you know that all of the fluid- and all of you- belongs to him. 

You look back at Typhlosion and see his lips spread wide in a grin. He proudly reveals his rows of angular teeth, his tongue lolling out once more as if beckoning you inside. You look away for a moment, seeing your satchel, sleeping bag and Pokeballs scattered just off to the side. If you commit to this, you won’t need any of them anymore- just Typhlosion. 

Surprisingly, it’s an easy decision to make.

“Do you promise to take care of things for me?” 

Typhlosion nods. 

You reach into his mouth, letting your hands come to rest on his tonsils, then press your face against his tongue. You push yourself deeper, letting the warmth and ethereal glow surround you and encompass you. Typhlosion leans forward as well, aiding you as he takes in more and more of your body. You quickly squeeze your shoulders into his jaws, the fit snug but workable while your hands and arms slide down his throat. The tube ahead is wide enough that your arms are not pressed together, but instead fit naturally inside of him. It’s like you were made for him. 

He lurches slightly forward, just enough to maneuver his jaws over your abdomen. You push deeper in response, feeling your head graze the bottom of his uvula while your cheeks press against his tonsils. Typhlosion tilts his head back, now, granting him a more favorable angle. He takes a subtle- 

GWULK- 

-his esophageal muscles clenching around your shoulders and pulling you deeper down his throat. 

You feel yourself gliding- almost tumbling- through the fleshy tunnel with little resistance. Typhlosion jerks his head back again, taking your feet off the ground and allowing gravity to assist his efforts. His next- 

HLUL-LULP- 

-pulls your hips between his jaws, your head, chest, and shoulders all rolling gently down his throat. 

At this point, the fire type hardly has to swallow. You’re small enough that it takes little effort to send you down yet large enough that gravity becomes a willing assistant. Still, he does so, taking small glnk’s and soft gwhp’s to make sure you feel his powerful muscles tightening around your body and pulling you ever deeper. 

It doesn’t take long before he fits your rear end between his jaws, the Pokemon quickly tossing his head back and only taking a short GWMP to send you down deeper. You soon feel your fingers grazing the knotted muscle of his esophageal sphincter, then sense the heat growing as if you were slipping into a hot spring. The heat isn’t dry like a campfire, but instead heavy, steamy, and rhythmic. It’s alive. 

As you’re sent in deeper, the heat intensifies, as does the purple glow ahead. You see the sphincter open just a moment as it takes in your hands, only for the whole to rapidly be filled by your wrists, forearms, elbows, and soon, the crown of your head. There, Typhlosion abruptly stops, closing his jaws around your feet. He keeps you suspended just outside his stomach yet still completely inside him. This allows you to feel the heat and humidity all weighing down on you along with the weight of the Pokemon- the predator’s- dense layers of fat and muscle. 

In that moment, you hear the rumbling, resounding grrooouuurrrhooooorrlk’s and gluuuurrrrrhuaaaaal’s of his stomach along with his steady heartbeat. If you had to guess, you are likely next to his heart at this very moment. He holds you there a few seconds longer before tossing his head back and taking a meaty- 

GLURCH- 

-pushing your face through his sphincter and sending the rest of your body spilling in afterwards. You crawl along the bottom of his belly, pulling yourself out of Typhlosion’s throat just as much as he deposits you into his stomach. The floor of the chamber has lots of ‘give’ to it, the whole organ slightly swaying and your arms sinking in deep to the squishy, wrinkly flesh. You’re able to crawl forwards until you being to pull your knees from the sphincter, only then having to curl up to fully fit in the Pokemon’s paunch. 

You  roll to your back, knees tucked to your chest and arms at your side. You have enough room in all directions not to feel cramped, but not quite enough for you to fully and easily reposition yourself. Because of that, you find yourself staring into the pulsing, purple ‘roof’ of the Pokemon’s stomach, losing yourself in the glistening globs of drool… 

Breaking your immersion is a sudden- 

Gluurrrrrr-RHUUUUULCH- 

-the wet rumbling far more intense inside the stomach as opposed to outside it. You feel the chamber lurch and convulse, it both audibly and tangibly adjusting to having such a large meal inside it. 

“I guess that means I was pretty good… right?” 

Just barely, you hear the fire type chuff. You look past your own body towards the esophageal sphincter, watching the muscle flex and contract with the other rhythmic, methodical motions. You have no way of knowing what your Pokemon is thinking and being inside him doesn’t grant you any kind of magical insight. Still, the sounds of his heavy breathing, the weight of the humid air and the sensation of the pooling fluids tell you that you’re doing your job as a meal. 

You sprawl out, stretching across the full length of the Pokemon’s stomach. You still have to fold your knees a little to fit, but not to the point of making yourself uncomfortable. Running your hand along the folds of his stomach, you can see your sleeves sagging with the weight of the fluid and drool. Even the best of the weatherproof clothing in Hisui won’t stand up to Typhlosion’s stomach for long. 

For a moment, you listen, your ears filled with the various gwrrrrrrk’s and ghuulooorp’s of the Pokemon’s stomach along with his steady heartbeat. Somewhere beneath it all, you can still hear his breathing, perfectly in sync with yours. No matter what, Typhlosion will always be your Pokemon, just as much as you were his trainer. You’ll still belong to each other forever, just in different ways. You sigh, folding your arms across your chest as you gaze into the glowing ceiling. You watch the muscled walls shift, roll, flex and contract, all for the purpose of processing you. When you hear- and feel- the fire type loose a bassy, throaty- 

Brrrhuuurrr-rhuuarrraaaaaaclh…~ 

-you recognize it as his uniquely primal, unique animalistic way of thanking you. You reach out to the walls once more and stroke them, running your hands from the upper curve all the way back to the intestinal sphincter- your eventual destination. You wonder if this was always meant to be, from the moment you were given Cyndaquil and tasked with exploring and recording the region of Hisui. 

Now, there’s one place left for you to explore, and one task left to complete- the destination is Typhlosion’s intestines, and the task is to fuel his body. You’ll do it all at his pace, and you will be ready when he is… 

Uuurrrrrrk-brrrrrlguurrrrk… 

Hrrrrrrnguuurrrwuuurrrrrrnk… 

Typhlosion listens intently to his stomach, wondering if his trainer has anything left to say. He’s used to the kid having something to tell him, whether it be a simple order or an ‘interesting’ observation. Now, though, there’s nothing. He can still feel the trainer moving around, even distinctly recognizing the touch of his hands against the walls of his stomach. Typhlosion purrs when he feels his prey’s fingers moving inside him, just before they come to rest at the bottom of his belly, along with the rest of his prey. He shifts his hips slightly, causing his stomach to sway beneath them, then vents a low- 

Buuuh-rhreeeeeeeelph… 

-as he displaces a small pocket of gas. 

Slowly, Typhlosion stands up, feeling his gut droop as he does. His stomach is nearly bloated enough to touch the ground and is easily full enough to push out further than before. He moans, igniting his flames as he does, and feeling the fire burn hot and bright around his collar. 

Typhlosion waddles over to the pond near the campsite where he can just barely make out his reflection in the glassy surface. The violet light gives him a ghostly aura, making him look and feel otherworldly. He bucks his hips again just to watch his stomach bounce, and again belches a short, throaty- 

HurrrrrrRHuurrrlch~! 

-as his gut convulses inside him.

Typlosiosion sits on his haunches and bends over, pawing at his gut to try and feel his trainer inside him. The fire type is big enough and thick enough to completely hide the shape of his meal, but his trainer is still large enough to easily be felt beneath the layers of pudge. He pushes on what feels like the boy’s haunches, bringing up some squirms from his prey. 

When his prey moves about, Typhlosion relishes the sensation, huffing out smoky sighs while his meal squirms around within him. The fire type swears he can hear his trainer laughing, giggling, and enjoying himself in his last moments. Typhlosion drops back to all fours, squashing his stomach against the ground and beneath his immense weight. He drops his hips, feeling his belly shift forward while the air inside it is all squeezed out. After the fire type belts out the last- 

BeeeerrrhRHEEeeEEeeeelllph~! 

-he knows his trainer’s former existence has some to an end. 

The Pokemon can feel his stomach tighten around his prey’s form and no longer notices any movements from him. All he has inside him is a lump of meat that will soon be processed to fuel and fatten his figure. The Typhlosion’s flames burn even hotter now, enough to evaporate the snow before it can even fall. This shrouds him in an almost eerie mist as he sits on his haunches, huffing and panting, enjoying the weight in his middle. 

Typhlosion soon stands up and walks towards his trainer’s discarded satchel. Even in the flickering light shone by his flames, he can see the name ‘Rei’ etched on the back. He observes this briefly, then digs into the satchel, using his teeth to tear it open and sending the contents spilling across the ground. The fire-ghost type takes a moment to nose through the contents until he finds his Pokeball, the cherry-red spherical device only just bigger than some of the berries he’d eaten earlier. Typhlosion rolls the Pokeball away from the rest of the contents, holds it beneath his forepaw, then crushes it, creating a brief cloud of steam and sparks that Typhlosion quickly blows away. 

He paces around the campsite for a moment, wondering if he should worry about any of his former trainer’s belongings. He quickly shelves those thoughts, deeming worrying about such things to be ‘human business’ and beneath him. Typhlosion steps in front of the firepit again and breathes out a small stream of flame, re-lighting the campfire and illuminating the otherwise dark night. The fire-ghost type then dims his own flames before curling up on the ground, nestling his nose against his belly. 

Just barely, he can hear the organ chuurrrroouurrch and gloouuurrgrooouurrrsh, the gurgles now chunky and messy as it works to process his prey. Typhlosion knows the process of digesting his trainer will not be short, but it’s one he’s ready for, and once he’ll be happy to see the results in the morning. He lifts up his head just a moment to yawn and push out one last, smoky- 

Hurrrrr-rhooouuurrrph…~ 

-then rests his head atop his stomach bulge once more, feeling it gurgle and churn beneath him. He sighs, smacks his lips, then gives into his own exhaustion while the smoke rises above him in gentle, puffy rings… 

Oouuurrrr-bloooouuurrrrlch… 

Grrrruuurrrl-rhuuuurrrruurrrrng… 

When Typhlosion wakes up, he’s surprised to no longer feel the nip and chill of last night’s snowfall. Instead, what he feels in his fur is the gentle heat of the late-afternoon sun. He looks up to see a blue sky, but is unable to find the sun in it, with the sun itself likely hidden by the mountains by now. He yawns, rolls to his back and splays out on the ground, looking down at his stomach to see a fresh mound of creamy dough where his trainer once was. 

The fire-ghost type was fat before, but now he has a pot belly that will stick out no matter how he stands or sits. He can see his legs have thickened up somewhat, looking like pillows had been fastened to his thighs and forelimbs. He bends forward to paw at his tummy, relishing the feeling of his forelimbs sinking so deep into the layers of plush fat. He imagines that smaller Pokemon- or possibly smaller humans- could vanish in the rolls and layers of fiery flub without making so much as a bump. 

When Typhlosion rolls to his stomach, he hears a noticeable shuuurrrluurrch and gruurroorsh, both signs that something solid is sloshing around in the liquid contents of his guts. He tries to paw at it but is unable to feel anything beneath the dense layers of fresh fat. Intent on figuring out what it is, the fire-ghost type attempts to cough it out by squashing his stomach against the ground, managing to force out a few sloppy BluuurrrRHUUrrrrUUUUrhrrrRHOOOALP’s with plenty of smoke and spittle, but still nothing solid or recognizable. 

It is only after several minutes of coughing and hacking that he manages to get the solid objects up and out. He feels them work their way up his lengthy throat, notices the solid forms bulging in his neck, then spits them out onto the dirt with a quiet hrolf instead of another proud eruption. 

Typhlosion watches as the wadded-up tatters of his trainer’s jacket and trousers spill out onto the ground in slimy, sticky piles. They’re barely recognizable as clothes besides the faded blue color, and the occasional patch of mostly intact cloth. Typhlosion chuckles at this, wondering if for a moment anything else managed to survive his stomach. After a few more hacks, his suspicions are confirmed when he spits out his prey’s heavy boots. 

The fire type uses his forepaws to dig a small hole, then pushes the remains into the hole before piling dirt on top of them. He then stands on all fours again, feeling both his stomach and rump sway with the additional weight from his prey. He spends just a moment to look at the now-empty campsite and the dead fire, then walks away, leaving the remains of his meal behind him but carrying the memories of his trainer forever…