You woke up feeling like you got hit on the head with a rock. Your eyes fluttered as your vision came into focus. Your body had puttered out from the raging fire of pain you were fealing before, now replaced with a dull protest in your bones, shouting mute at you to fix the situation you are in.
You leaned up and put a hand to your head. Was...was everything just a dream? Was the Dragonite just a figment of your imagination? You were still alive, which was pretty substantial evidence to support your theory, considering you were eaten alive.
However...
...as your vision finnaly regained focus, you could now clearly see a very familiar Dragonite towering over you, smiling broadly at your weak and bruised form. “Good Morning, Little guy~” she greeted you in a sweet, sing song voice. “Did you have a good sleep? I sure did, that’s for sure. Having a full belly before I doze off makes me sleep like a baby.”
You stared mouth agape at the giant female dragon before you, too startled by her appearance to even try and run away. She noticed your confused expression and giggled, shaking her...well, everything. “I bet your wondering why your not pudge on my belly right now, right?”.
You could only nod dumbly in response.
She giggled again, clearly entertained by your expressions alone. “Well, you were about to, but right before my tummy started the whole digesting process, I realized something. Do you know what that something was, little guy?”.
You were shaking in fear of this Draginite, what was she intending to do with you? She spared you, but at what cost? You gulped and cautiously responded back. “B-because...you realized that...t-that I’m just a kid?”.
To this the Dragonite started to burst out laughing, gripping both sides of her fat, plush belly, hypnotizing you with how it bounced up and down like waves on water. Without any notice, she leaned forward, still guffawing, failing towards you at an increasing speed. You didn’t even have time to react before you were once again buried under a mountain of heavy blubber. Only this time, you were given some room to breath, your head relatively unsmooshed by the great gut, but was instead pressed up against the Draginite’s wobbling breasts.
Finnaly, after a good solid minute, she stopped laughing, and the Dragonite looked down in between her cleavage with a big smile on her face. “Oh no sweetie, it wasn't that at all. I’ve eaten tons of kids, and you’re no different then the Buneary who went to my big ol’ but of mine, or that munchlax that became blubber in my thighs.” She was entirely blaze about the entire eating kids thing, to such an extent that it made you both terrified and...it also made you get a weird fealing in between your legs.
“The reason I let you go little guy, is that, well...” she leaned in close and whispers into your ear, “...I’ve always wanted a slave.”
“S-slave?!” You asked incredibly alarmed. The Dragonite chuckles in affirmation. “Your the perfect size, you know that? Those little paws of yours could rub me in all the right places. And your just the perfectly size to be my lityle butt cushion.”
“B...b-but...” you were on the verge of tears, your voice breaking up. “But I-*hic* don’t wanna be a sla- *sniff* ave.” You have speak, half choke. “I-I want my mum, and me daddy. I don’t want- I wanna go home...”
“N’aaaw, lil’ sweetie~” the Dragonite coos, lifting herself back up with your still tied to her body like a bandage. Before you could peel yourself off, the Dragonite’s thick, heavy arms, hugging by you close to her soft form. She nuzzled you with her fat laden snout and stroked your back with her thumb.
“I’m your new mommy now,” she said in a motherly tone. “Your gonna be my slave forever and ever and ever. I’m gonna squish you, squash you, eat you and belittle you, and theres not a single thing you can ever do about it.” She planted a soft kiss on your forehead.
“Your gonna help me get more Pokémon to eat, so I can get bigger and fatter, and heavier and softer. Your gonna rub my paws and belly and butt as inslupr down more food to churn. And your gonna do evrethibg I say, no matter what, or else. Does that sound good, little guy?”
“NO!” You yell as you grip both sides of her breasts in a desperate attempt to hurt her, but her skin as too leathery and her fat gave too much furfhase for you to get a good grasp. You begin to bawl my eyes out and collapse into the Dragonite’s boobs, tears running down there sides as you sob. And to think, all of this could have been avoided, if you just. Stayed. In. The. Tree.
“There, there. That’s all right, let it all out.” The Dragonite rubber your back in a soothing manner. You felt so lost, so hopeless, you just wanted to cry and cry until you cry yourself to sleep and wake up and realize this is all just one bad dream. But it wasent a dream. This was real life. And it was a total nightmare.
Soon, your eyes stopped producing water as you calmed down. You were left emotionally drained and red faced, though that face was obscured by supple breast meat. “Feel any better?” The Dragonite asked. You slowly nodded in afirmation and the Dragonite softly smiled. “Good...now that you know what’s gonna happen, I know just how you can start being my wittle slave...”
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