Commissioned by  Trashboat

Not anthro this time. I believe he'll write something up for this one, so I'll add it here when it's done.

(Yep, it's done, here it is, story by  Trashboat )

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“Come on girl. Let’s get moving.”

As my leash gets gently tugged, I let out a soft whine, following the owner of the leash to the best of my ability, which isn’t exactly the easiest when you’re sporting a bloated belly that’s outright dragging on the ground.

I think I’m getting a bit too ahead of myself here. I’m a flareon now. I used to be a human if you can believe that. (A guy one at that) It was all kind of a blur, but I’m certain that the guy who’s currently dragging me around by a leash is responsible for this. He has the sort of air that tells me that he’s reveling in my situation and embarrassment

“What’s the matter girl? Is your last meal still rough on your tummy?”

My cheeks flush bright red as he lets me stop and have a rest in the park, reminded of the time not too long ago where I for whatever reason felt so hungry that I swallowed an entire pokemon whole. (Must have been his fault again)

I still remember how it felt to be totally immobilized with that pokemon in my stomach, easily the same size if not bigger than me in this weird new form, and how I could practically feel every step of them being digested, the solid form being melted away into a sludge just like any other kind of food.

Just then my train of thought is interrupted by the feeling of the contents of my stomach against my four legs, my cheeks a deep red as my still huge gut is jostled a little like a water balloon, looking back at my self-proclaimed master behind me, wondering just what he has to gain from this

“Looks like your pretty body is putting them to use already girl, you should see your rump” he said as he smiled, by face turning even more red as my attention is brought to how much plumper my new quadruped rump already is. How much thicker will it get once they’re through? I thought to myself as I press one of my front legs in deeper, an odd feeling of enjoyment coming to me in the process

If I could blush even harder, I would have after what had just happened, I wonder if I’m ever going to get back to normal after that?

“Come on girl, let’s go home”

With another gentle tug on my leash, I waddle as best as I can after my “master”, my future currently being uncertain

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