In a fall of pride, the incarnation, Malice, rendered the portly Dark-type incarcerated within her avaricious confines. The genetic creation begun breaking down her latest catch and was quite eager to harvest all that it had to offer her. So much knowledge and essence, writhing within her middle, and all for her to claim by merely letting time elapse. She lounged back, occasionally prodding the slowly calming middle as the thrashes were replaced with an incessant grumbling.

For all that boasting this particular Umbreon certainly didn’t offer much in the way of a proper challenge. Perhaps it was arrogance or the sloven demeanor that aided in a cathartic downfall. Overestimation, laziness; it didn’t matter, Malice already stuffed herself full of the “poisonous” creature. Yet, it seems, at best, the natural defenses only managed to muster a slight case of indigestion.

Grrnnn… Ghhrbbblll… Rrrrhhhsss!

It did put a devious smile on her face as her hand firmly grasped around the engorged midriff. The paw sunk just perfectly into the swell, coaxing one final drone. The bellow was swiftly snuffed out by a surge of sloppy churning. A warmth radiated all across her stomach, and the luminescent light dispersed across the soft surface. Surprisingly, and suddenly compliant, the Umbreon descended directly into her intestines to writhe around there.

The faint glow slowly flushed all away from the stomach itself until nothing but a sleek tummy remained. As the slush pumped about the bowels the ex-creature had found a new home upon the Psychic’s assets. An expansive bloat ran over the thighs and rump especially ample. Flesh pressed and squished into itself as the legs, bust, and cheeks in an autonomous competition for space wrought on by the stout Bree and Malice’s near insatiable hunger.

All of that healthy life now belonged to the Mewtwo. She, in a triumphant, proud manner, laid forward, pressing her weight into the swollen balloons that now resided upon her chest and cocked a leg over the other. Another delinquent dealt with, another batch of fine flab to stroke over in private.

“Let’s see you cause any more trouble now.” She thought aloud as she fondled one of her soft, laden breasts. It was all but a fleeting memory, in time to come.


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Commission for  Raksha_Jareth, featuring their character Malice putting a dark type in their place!
Thank you  Slurshie for doing the write-up above!


WIPs:
https://imgur.com/a/6ttXF3H

Mewtwo Y, Umbreon © Nintendo
Malice ©  Raksha_Jareth

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