Ash stood there for a short time, rubbing his massive tummy. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a tall mirror on the wall, perfect to admire his new shape in. He turned slowly, his big belly sloshing and gurgling as his Mom digested.
The skin was stretched tight over the dome of the 10 year old's belly, yet was still soft and yielding enough to jiggle with enough force applied. Indeed, as he rubbed his hand over it, they sank in ever so slightly. Beneath the layer of flesh and fat, he could still feel his Mom squirming faintly. It must have been over 6 feet in diameter. The great bulge began just under his chest, arced out hugely, and ended right above his pelvis. At the apex of his tummy was his belly button, which seemed to have grown larger and deeper with the rest of his abdomen. It was around the size of a golf ball, and was perfectly round. Peering into it through the reflection, he saw that it must have been at least least 5 inches deep. At the very back he could see a tight mass of wrinkles where it once led into his stomach when he was in his mommy's womb.
Ash was woken from the trance his gut had put on him by a gurgle of hunger emanating from it.
"Still hungry, huh?" He said, laughing and patting it.
"Well... Brock probably won't be back for a while. I could go hunting by myself. Or maybe I'll just raid the fridge..."
His eyes dart to the string of pokeballs hanging from his tattered belt, which could barely stay on anyway.
"Or I could have a poke-snack!"
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