Chapter #8Eaten by the Vaporeon by: W. Scarf   Her lips come into your view, seeing an eager smile stretch wide open. Thin clear strands of drool bend in the deep moist cavern of her jaws, oozing down as the tongue throbs eagerly for your filling body. The victorious Vaporeon softly placed her hands at the back of your head, all until pushing it forward to stuff your face into her watering jaws. Your muzzle squishes into her tongue, cushioning it as it laps under your chin, enjoying your rare pokemon flavor. You jolt your neck and started pressing her shoulders away with your forepaws now that your survival instincts were kicking back in, but her grip released one of her hands to lower down at your body.
You felt a quick grope on your crotch, causing you to twitch in unwilling shock as she fondles her delicate fingers around your drooping soft sac, enticing your shaft to erect out by rubbing her thumb against the crease line. As if your body was acting on its own, your hands went from pushing against her shoulders for freedom, to lowering down and grasping her round breasts, fondling the heavy sky-blue orbs while the Vaporeon easily enticed you full length to erect out from its hiding place. Her breasts felt better than you had imagined. The plump jugs fit into your cupped hands like heavy putty, juggling and testing their weight as her stout nipples poked into your palms.
You hate the fact that you were becoming so easily seduced by an infected feral, yet your mind has undergone such pleasured haziness of adoration that you could care less, all the while, you moan within her swallowing jaws. Your head dives deeper into the squelching and gulping walls consuming your body, and is fully pulled in close to the stomach's sphincter. After having your fuzzy belly thoroughly licked, the fat lump of meat is sent sliding down into her throat, taking your hands away from her wondrous pair of blue globes and into her stretching mouth to your disappointment. Her hands grip your throbbing member, rubbing and cradling the long, meaty pole with her teasing fingertips for a final taunt to your genitals as you humped your waist into her hands submissively.
Before you could rise to your beloved climax, she lifts her head back in the air, sinking your waist into her mouth as she gives it a single and final lick for your last treatment of pleasure before it goes down her throat like the rest of her meal. Your legs slip inside, and finally, she closes her mouth after your foot paws plop inside, writhing inside as the throat tunnel works them down with your curling, collective body sitting helplessly in the stomach. You tighten yourself together inside her belly, slightly disappointed from being denied the ability to orgasm to the Vaporeon that easily defeated you with only her sheer looks and speed. You wouldn't give up though as you placed your hands and feet along the slimy walls, pushing out against them while you groan in pain. Nothing loosened though, and you were rewarded for your weak efforts by the stomach walls actually becoming tougher, contracting closer together to force your limbs to give out.
You sob as your muscles surrender by the mere power of just the Vaporeon's stomach with digestive fluids began to rise within the steamy chamber. The enzyme pool began to fizz at your lower body, causing you to pass out from exhaustion and air depletion with the juices literally sucking out the energy left draining inside you. Your last sense of feeling was of the rubbing hands that circled around your mighty bulge. You release your final pant of air, disappointed that you survived for nothing except as an infected's meal, becoming nothing more but fat for eternity.
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The Vaporeon belches out loud, letting saliva drip down from her mouth and she rubs her newly round and swollen belly in delight. Lying down on her back in the comfortable grass, she eases her stomach as it digested the motionless body inside, slowly churning the Lucario into a boiling stew. The Vaporeon adores pleasuring her dominated prey, only to the point of the almost orgasming before digesting them. It had seemed to make her food taste so much better knowing that they are at a physical and emotional toil, defeated in a battle of fighting and pleasure. Another, yet smaller, belch fumes out of the Vaporeon as she rolls her breasts together, satisfying herself with another successful hunt as the dog inside her sloshes within her fat belly next to the river.  |
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