This story was commissioned by
\n\t\t\t\t\thybrid-mind (owner of Hymin) and \n\t\t\t\t\tguzame (owner of Guzzle)!\n\t\t\t\t\thybrid-mind (owner of Hymin) and \n\t\t\t\t\tguzame (owner of Guzzle)!",
"writing": "It was the perfect plan. Hymin the chespin had simply been minding his own business one afternoon in the woods he called home, idly searching for perhaps an unclaimed berry bush to sate his growing appetite, when a sound caught his ear: The distinct voice of a local totodile named Guzzle, chatting it up with someone not too far from where Hymin was. The chespin had fallen to all fours and crept towards the conversation, spying from behind a large tree trunk. He saw a totodile – bigger than normal and featuring green spikes instead of red – leaned up against a rock with his arms behind his head, idly conversing with a plump rattata. Both seemed at ease with each others’ presence, the rattata somewhat twitchy but otherwise placated, resting right by Guzzle’s tail and idly chatting away with the larger pokémon. Hymin grinned at the vulnerable pair and licked his lips before having scuttled off, making as little noise as possible. Thankfully, his stomach had only sounded out its hunger once he was out of earshot, grumbling away as Hymin’s thoughts dwelled on the rodent and water type laying around, ripe for the taking. He had sped through the woods until he caught sight of his friend, not wanting to leave dinner up to a two-versus-one confrontation.\n\nHymin didn’t have to search long. In fact, the chespin found his squirtle friend when he heard a belly growling! Squirtle lumbered out of a stream and shook himself dry with a grumble, though his demeanor improved upon seeing Hymin. The two often hung out together, both for sport, and for the hunt. “Hey Hymin! Please tell me you brought me something to eat? Not a single blasted thing in the water today,” Squirtle lamented with an annoyed flick of his curled tail. The chespin’s brimming smile gave the water type hope.\n\n“You’re not the only hungry one. Lucky for you I just happened to come across a tantalizing totodile and a rotund rattata not 10 minutes from here. Figured I’d find you before trying to take them on just in case they had any tricks up their sleeves.” Hymin turned tail and beckoned Squirtle with a paw, who all-too-eagerly fell in line behind the grass type. “As long as you’re quiet we can get the jump on them. Then we can have a nice satisfying meal together.” The chespin’s belly growled at the notion of food being discussed again. Hymin cleared his throat awkwardly as Squirtle laughed. “Right then. Ready? Let’s go have lunch!”\n\n“Best thing I’ve heard all day,” Squirtle remarked as they set off. They both knew the woods like the back of their respective paws, and Hymin had no troubles backtracking to where he found the totodile and the rattata earlier. The chespin, of course, was going to claim the larger of the two prey awaiting them, having scouted them first and, he would contend, being the hungrier of the two. He had to admit that the rattata did look particularly tasty, though, but even then it was still no contest. Squirtle, conversely, had nothing to go on but the descriptions Hymin had given. At that point, he honestly did not care which one he got to claim for his own meal: He was sure either one would feel great squirming down his gullet and filling out his belly beneath his shell.\n\nHymin sunk down to all fours as they got closer to their destination, Squirtle following suit. The pair slowed down and eventually stopped, parked behind the same tree the chespin had been camping behind earlier. The duo simultaneously stealthily peeked out from either side of the trunk. They laid eyes on the totodile, still lounging where he had been before, though he appeared to be taking a nap. To the chespin’s dismay, however, the rattata was nowhere in sight! It didn’t take Hymin nor Squirtle long to figure out where the rattata had gotten off too: The totodile yawned widely in his slumber, drool-laden maw exposed to the pair. That yawn morphed into a small but profound belch, with flecks of purple hair scattering across the bulging scaly tummy the sleeping water type sported. Hymin and Squirtle pulled back around the tree and looked at each other, as an ominous gurgle rang out from the totodile’s belly.\n\n“Now what?” Squirtle asked, keeping his voice down crossing his arms in a huff. “There were supposed to be two pokémon for supper and now there’s just one!”\n\n“I didn’t know the totodile was gonna eat the rattata!” Hymin defended. “If he’d waited just a bit longer I’d’ve had a two-for-one meal all for myself… Not that I mind going on hunts with you, Squirtle.” The two bickered among themselves for a few moments, only stopping when they heard a snort. They hastily peeked around the tree again to find the totodile stretch, scratch his slightly-squirming gut, and settle down into sleep again. Hymin huffed when he faced Squirtle again. “Alright look we have the one at least. Let me wrap him up so he can’t get anywhere. Then we can decide who gets the totodile, alright?” The squirtle nodded in agreement. After all, neither party would be happy if the only one to have a pokémon meal that evening was the totodile!\n\nThe chespin skittered around the tree and expertly shot a vine out. The dozing totodile stood no chance, with the vine sneaking around his form several times before clenching tightly. The totodile gasped with his eyes bulging awake, arms bound to his middle and left staring up at two very hungry-looking pokémon! “Wh-wh-what?” he stammered stupidly. Squirtle chuckled and stomped forward, bringing a paw up under his chin to force the totodile to look his way.\n“What’s your name, tubby?” Squirtle taunted, his tail swishing delightfully behind him.\n\n“G… G-Guzzle...” the totodile managed to squeak, flicking his head away to get it out of Squirtle’s grasp. Stuck on his back with arms to his sides and legs splayed, Guzzle couldn’t help but stare between the two pokémon that seemed to be lording over him. “What do you two want?” This time, the chespin responded, with Hymin leaning down and petting over the gurgling totodile stomach.\n\n“Take a wild guess,” Hymin stage-whispered before licking his lips. The fat defenseless water type laying before him looked ten times as appealing as he did before running off the fetch squirtle. He idly squeezed his vine around the trapped water type, subtly enough that Squirtle couldn’t see it, but tight enough to feel the squirming Guzzle all the more intimately. He looked up at Squirtle, the conflict rushing back to his dismay. He wished more and more he’d never left to bring Squirtle over, instead waiting for Guzzle to eat the rattata, then shoving the totodile down his own hungry gullet, squirming all the way down…\n\nHymin’s belly grumbled loudly, making Guzzle squeak in fright. “Y-you can’t!” he declared, struggling against the tightly-bound vine about him, kicking his legs in vain against the dirt. But he was prone and defenseless, unable to do anything, not even fire off a water attack, with his chest constricted to such a degree. He stared hopelessly up at the two very hungry pokémon, who were… barely giving him the time of day? Guzzle blinked and listened.\n\n“I found him first, so I think that means I get him!” Hymin argued, Guzzle wishing the distraction would cause the chespin to lose focus enough to loosen the vine.\n\n“Well I haven’t eaten a thing all day! I seem to recall you had a very [i]fruitful[/i] breakfast!” Squirtle countered with a growl, arms at his side and standing his ground.\n\nAnd the two continued their verbal confrontation. Guzzle looked left and right, thinking about calling for help! But he wasn’t sure there was anyone around, as a pokémon hearing such an argument would have undoubtedly have come to check out the scene by this point. And with the vine wrapped so snug around him, Guzzle guessed he wouldn’t be able to yell any louder than the two arguing over who would get to devour him. He resigned himself to struggling against the tight vine grip, seeing if he could work a claw up against it or something. The totodile even tried snapping at the vine, but his jaws couldn’t stretch low enough to grasp it, with his stuffed belly blocking his chin from getting low enough. He silently lamented having eaten the rattata now, despite how delicious the meal had ended up being. Now he was stuck, trapped by a chespin and a squirtle, back to the ground and his plumped-up form unable to do much more than twitch in protest. All while the other two’s hungers made their tempers rise further.\n\n“I brought you here because there was a rattata too!” Hymin repeated. “Don’t you get it? There were two pokémon and now there’s one!”\n\n“You dragged me all the way out here, Hymin!” Squirtle pointed right at the bulging totodile stomach. “Now that this glutton went and ate my share, what am I supposed to do now?”\n\n“What are you supposed to do?” Hymin repeated incredulously. “You can just go back and...” The chespin blinked as an idea flourished in his mind. A mischievous smile splayed across his face. “You know what, Squirtle? You’re absolutely right. It’s not fair that Guzzle went and devoured your share of dinner. But you know what? I bet that rattata is still squirming around in his belly!”\n\n“So…?” Squirtle asked, glancing down at the twitching totodile belly. “What does it – hey!” Squirtle gasped when a second chespin vine found its way around the squirtle’s bulky shell, wrapped around his middle. His arms were spared the binding, and he put them to good use, clawing and trying to tear the vines away. With no success. Hymin just grinned as he extended his vines out further, adding additional coils to both water types. “Hymin, let me go!” But the chespin tightened the grip further. The squirtle’s shell protected his much squishier body and, unlike Guzzle, let him keep his breath. His mobility, however, was just as restricted. Squirtle kept the fight up until he toppled forward, arms and legs splayed. “I’m serious!”\n\n“So am I,” the hungry chespin replied, licking his lips. “I’m done arguing, Squirtle. I’m hungry enough as it is, and it’s been so long that I’m just starving. So I’m gonna have myself a double dose of water types for supper tonight!” Both Guzzle and Squirtle gasped, with the former yanked forward and the latter held put. Squirtle’s arms and legs flailed uselessly against the ground, his muzzle budged up against the much larger totodile jaws.\n\n“Wh-what are you saying, Hymin? We’re friends! …Alright fine, just take the totodile, I don’t care!” Squirtle desperately pushed at Guzzle’s jaws, the totodile equally-eager to pull away from Squirtle. “You d-don’t have to feed him to me and then eat me too! Just take him!”\n\nHymin barked out a laugh, leaning down to pet at both the bound pokémon’s heads. “Oh don’t you worry, Squirtle. I’m not feeding [i]him[/i] to [i]you[/i]...” Hymin shifted his paws around the totodile muzzle. Guzzle stared cross-eyed as the paws got a grip on each jaw and began to pry them open. He tried to utter a protest, but it came out as a loud whine, Guzzle unable to formulate words as the Big Jaw Pokémon’s maw was forced open. Squirtle stared into the chasm that was Guzzle’s mouth: From hanging strands of drool to wicked-sharp teeth to the dark gullet beyond, the shelled pokémon realized his friend’s intent. “You can have your share. That rattata’s in there waiting for you!”\n\n“NO! Hymin, PLEASE! Don’t do this!” A similar whine exhaled from Guzzle, rattata-breath oozing over Squirtle as a result. Hymin chuckled, then yanked on Squirtle’s vine, sending his head sliding straight into the totodile’s jaws. Guzzle clenched his eyes as the squealing squirtle head slid across his tongue. He was more than full enough from the plump rattata he ate not too long ago, his pudgy belly splayed across the ground and churning diligently. And this squirtle was far too large for him to properly enjoy. That didn’t stop Hymin from feeding his friend to him, however, Squirtle’s crying head pressing up against the back of Guzzle’s throat. The totodile’s jaws were strained open by Squirtle’s shell now, leaving Hymin free to remove his paws and focus solely on his vines. With another tug, Guzzle felt Squirtle’s head press harder and harder against his throat, until… [b]GLK[/b]! The totodile’s swallow echoed out beyond his jaws, Squirtle’s pleading head sinking down into the totodile’s throat, forming a thick bulge in the process.\n\nThere was no stopping things now. Guzzle’s throat had its newest prey, and it was not going to let go. Both he and Hymin heard the cries from Squirtle, who felt betrayed and terrified as his whole world become nothing but a sticky squelching mass of muscly flesh. “Hymin, please let me out! Don’t do this to me! I’ll do anything! Anything!” Hymin didn’t say a word. He was too busy ogling over Guzzle, watching his friend’s bulge thicken out the totodile even more. Several small, loud swallows sounded out with Hymin’s encouragement, his vine around Squirtle unraveling one loop at a time as more of the bulky shell squeezed between the fighting totodile’s jaws. He enjoyed the sound of the totodile’s teeth clicking uselessly against that hard shell, the squirtle’s cries suddenly ceasing as his head was forced into the churning stomach, and the feeble sounds of paws smacking against dirt as both water types squirmed for mercy. “Mmmrrrphhhrrrblblll!” Squirtle cried through the active stomach fluids and digesting rattata. [b]GLP[/b]. “MMMMppph!” Guzzle whined around his second, far-too-large meal, the shell slipping more and more down his throat. [b]SLLRRRR-GLRK[/b]! “Mmmm….” Hymin murred, unable to stop licking his lips as the totodile got fatter and fatter before his eyes.\n\nThe last of the vine that had bound Squirtle up slipped away from what little shell protruded from Guzzle’s maw. It teased around the curled squirtle tail as it disengaged, Hymin actively drooling as he watched his friend get eaten alive. Squirtle meagerly kicked his legs against the ground still, said tail twitching and swishing about uselessly. Guzzle’s eyes opened up but were rolling, the totodile unable to take such a big meal easily. He hurked and instinctively swallowed hard, the rest of the shell slipping between his now-sore jaws, which clamped down around a tail and a pair of blue flailing legs. Hymin sneered at Guzzle and squeezed his vine around him hard. Squirtle and totodile both gasped out in pain and terror, though Squirtle’s was considerably more bubbly as his form was more awash in stomach fluids with every passing second. Hymin yanked with his vine to roll Guzzle onto his side, the bloated totodile groaning and unable to put up any sort of fight at this stage. Hymin removed his second vine after rolling Totodile onto his back, Squirtle’s legs slipping into the jaws with a wet slurp. Only Squirtle’s tail protruded past pursed lips now, twitching reflexively with no other recourse. Guzzle moaned around his squirtle meal, all limbs splayed, tail limp, eyes dizzy. Hymin pressed against the massive belly bulge his sported, eliciting a whine from within. “There there Guzzle. Gotta get you nice and fat so that you not only don’t go anywhere, but you feed me for [i]days[/i].” Abject horror shone in Guzzle’s eyes, knowing that he was stuck. Squirtle weighed him down far too much, and the other water type was at the point of no return, with the bulk of him stuck in Guzzle’s belly or throat.\n\nThe chespin reveled in every moment, even leaning down to slurp across the twitching totodile tummy. Clapping his lips together, he whispered more words of encouragement. “That’s right, Guzzle, slurp in the rest of that tasty squirtle tail. Theeere you go.” Hymin watched the curled squirtle tail slip between totodile lips, unfurling involuntarily until it stood out straight, then vanished completely between his jaws. Guzzle twitched one eye shut, his head flicking back to finish his Squirtle meal. “Urk… [b]GLUCK… GLP… [i]GLURUUURK![/i][/b]” The remnants of Squirtle’s bulging form twitched down Guzzle’s throat, the totodile’s tongue laying limp out the side of his maw and across the dirt as he panted and his belly swelled with a bulky squirtle shell as the centerpiece. “[b]URRRRRAAAAAP[/b]!” he belched thickly, uttering a whine shortly after as Squirtle’s meaty bulge held him in place. The devoured water type was beside himself with fear, bumps of a protesting paw or head indenting Guzzle’s stomach between loud roiling sounds of digestion. [i]Chrrrn[/i]…\n\n“Now that you’re nice and stuffed for me,” Hymin gloated, the vines slipping out once more, “there’s just one more step.” The totodile tracked those vines with a fearful gaze, watching helplessly as they wound loosely around his throat, and tightly around his legs and tail. “You get to have one nice nap before you’re chespin chow. Gotta use that strong belly of yours to work that squirtle down to much more malleable pudge.” (“Mmmph!!!!” came a cry from within Guzzle’s stomach.) “Far too big for me to devour just yet.” Guzzle flailed his free arms pathetically, but couldn’t even reach the vines. He knew he had to stay awake, but he knew he was in for a fierce food coma, and it held him almost more than Hymin’s vines did. It didn’t take two minutes for the terrified totodile to fall to sleep, head lolling to the side as his eyes slipped close. “That’s a good dinner… or should I say night snack, by the time you’re ready.” Hymin laid down beside his future meal and yawned himself, belly sounding out in protest of his new plan. He stroked it tenderly as he listened to Squirtle cry out, and the totodile belly churn loudly. “There there,” Hymin said to his belly, “soon you’ll be well-fed. Just gonna take a little nap before we get a nice fat pokémeal.” After that bit of self-reassurance, Hymin rested his head against the dirt, and was soon also asleep, vines still extended and bound about the totodile’s body.\n\nThe pokémon were left undisturbed throughout their nap. Guzzle had bad dreams, squirming and struggling weakly in the bound vines. Trapped, unable to move, lost in the nightmares, to the point where he didn’t notice that the sleeping chespin’s vines were beginning to loosen. Guzzle’s nightmare culminated with a giant chespin head flying towards him, jaws agape. When he heard the jaws clack shut and the world go dark, he awoke with a shock! His eyes bulged and jaws opened as he panted profusely, sweating and shivering… and loose. His heart raced, paw feeling around his neck for the binding vine. It lay limp across his throat, not even clenching. His paw traveled down his scaly body, the totodile feeling a few hard lumps that clacked softly within his big bulging belly, but the rest of his stomach was pretty quiet. No protests, no loud gurgles, nothing. He felt around his tail and delicately pulled the other loose vine away from himself, before rolling to his side and awkwardly working his way up onto his feet. Guzzle suppressed a groan as his belly sloshed and swished about in front of him, bulging to the point where he could rest his chin on it. Once steady, he dared to peek over at Hymin. The chespin was dozing away peacefully, even snoring, only pausing to lick his lips as he dreamed of totodile meat.\n\nGuzzle glared down at Hymin. How could one betray a friend? How could anyone threaten to eat him?! He wanted to end the threat then and now: Eat the chespin. Joy in the cries of agony as he was devoured by the very pokémon he had deemed dinner earlier that day. The totodile started to drool at the thought… but reality hit as a gurgle rang out from his belly. Guzzle glanced down at himself and sighed silently. He was far too full to devour the chespin. He would just end up waking him up, then the grass type would… Guzzle shivered, and decided it would be best if he just snuck away. Get as far as he could from the slumbering chespin before he awoke to find that his promised three-in-one dinner had fled.\n\n[i]Slow and steady, Guzzle.[/i] The totodile tiptoed passed the chespin without disturbing him. He had to hop over one of the vines, sending his stomach clacking and wobbling. Guzzle gritted his teeth but it steadied without incident. His tail sticking this way and that for balance, he continued forward, waddling awkwardly away from the scene. He nearly made it beyond the trees when a stray rock ended his stealth mission. Guzzle’s stomach protruded to the point of blocking his vision, and he could not notice the protrusion until a paw stubbed against it. The totodile teetered and tripped forward landing hard on his big belly with a watery thud against the ground. “[b]OOOOORRRRRUUUUUUP[/b]!” The sudden squish to his scaly belly forced a lot of air out of Guzzle, and the ensuing belch shook leaves off a nearby tree. Guzzle let out a squeak and motored his legs and arms, down on all fours! The problem was that his paws couldn’t reach the ground. He panted and squealed as he futilely flailed on the ground, disregarding any semblance of silence.\n\nGuzzle assumed correctly that the belch was enough to rouse the threat. He saw a shadow loom an instant before the full weight of Hymin piled overtop him. Guzzle’s eyes bulged from their sockets as another belch was forced out of his jaws. This time, in addition to saliva, a stained, drenched skull flew out from his mouth. The small rattata skull tumbled to a stop a few feet away, as a struggling Guzzle was forcefully flipped onto his back, forced to stare up at a grinning, hungry chespin. “Going somewhere?” Hymin cooed, straddling the pudgy totodile and running his paws down and around the thick totodile stomach. “Mmm… you’re so much softer now… bet all that food you had earlier was a bit too much, eh?” Hymin laughed and scrunched his paws deep into Guzzle’s belly, squishing and shaping it all over, leaving the totodile nauseous. \n\n“S-s-stop, please!” Guzzle croaked out. But the swishes and pushes of his captor yielded fruit before too long. The totodile tilted his head to the side as another belch flowed across the ground, a larger pokémon skull rolling pitifully out. Saliva strung totodile jaws and squirtle skull together a moment before they broke apart, with Hymin idly flicking the latest expulsion away. Guzzle was a panting, sweating mess, gritting his teeth and moaning while Hymin caused the totodile to have one of the worst bellyaches ever. The chespin stood and leaned into his massage, even gripping to the soft, tender totodile tummy and sloshing it from side to side. Guzzle couldn’t form words, doing his best not to pass out from the nausea, enduring the torture for several minutes. Several small burps were uttered out, only spewing saliva onto the ground, before a last, roaring “[b]UUUUUUUUUUUUUURP[/b]” topped it off. The final elongated belch sent Squirtle’s saliva-stained shell bowling into the other two skulls, the trio of remains now laying limp in the woods. Hymin looked from them back to Guzzle, licking his lips and softly rubbing the rather pudgy pokémon.\n\n“Ahh, now all those pesky bulges are gone. Now you’re nothing but a soft, succulent sack of meat for me to devour.” Hymin couldn’t stop himself from openly drooling now. His belly rang out loudly, having been delayed a good meal for several hours at that point. The churning grumble sent Guzzle into utter panic. Guzzled flailed on his back, although not impeded by a huge belly anymore, too incoherent to think to roll onto all fours.\n\n“No no no! Please let me go! Please… Don’t eat me!!” But the chespin paid no heed to the whimpering, pleading totodile. Guzzle kept up a string of denials, pleads, and begs, even after he felt the chespin’s powerful gripping paws pin his own arms to his middle. Hymin hefted Guzzle off the ground, the totodile’s legs and tail dangling uselessly, holding him aloft as he licked and tasted the much softer belly. Guzzle shivered while being tasted, long streaks of saliva left chilling across his scaly stomach. Hymin murred aloud at the taste test and kept it up for just a bit, but it wasn’t long before he drew his head back and stared hungrily into Guzzle’s eyes.\n\n“Dinner time!” Hymin declared before the chespin’s jaws parted wide open before Guzzle. The totodile gawked numbly into the beckoning jaws. The blue maw and tongue glistened with drool, a stringy strand of saliva dangling from the wide buck teeth sitting just below Hymin’s snout. The blue tongue broke that strand as it protruded and hung lazily out, Guzzle squealing as his head was thrust forward to his demise.\n\n“NO! ST—HRRMPPH!” [i]CHOMP[/i]! Guzzle’s head squelched into the starving chespin’s maw and was forced to feel chespin teeth clutching around his neck and throat. Hot drool oozed down the dangling totodile’s body while gripping chespin paws ushered Hymin’s doughy dinner inward. The squeals from Guzzle became considerably more muffled as Hymin [b]GLRK[/b]’d his muzzle down into the now-bulging neck. The soft malleable middle proved no challenge at all for the hungry chespin, nor did the scales or anything else Guzzle could possibly threaten him with. Another [b]ULP[/b] pulled the totodile in up to his chest, arms now stuck not by paws, but by jaws. Hymin’s blue tongue glided over every reachable scaly inch, openly drooling down his chin and down the protruding totodile body. [b]ULK[/b]! The flexing paws of Guzzle filtered into Hymin’s mouth and pressed the chespin’s cheeks out into a series of tiny lumps, Guzzle groaning as he felt nothing but slimy flesh. The threatening stomach below Guzzle grew louder and louder with each passive swallow, sending him into an ever-greater panic.\n\n“Mmmrrr… [b]GLRK[/b]!” Another thick gulp sent Guzzle’s fat body sliding more past furry lips, the bulk of his fat stomach squeezed harshly between Hymin’s greedy jaws. The chespin glared down at the protruding rump, tail, and legs of his long-awaited dinner, lapping his tongue up and around and all over. He brought a paw up against the exposed totodile rear and daintily nudged it inward. A smile grew at the corners of Hymin’s lips as he saw the reaction, with Guzzle flicking his tail and kicking his legs in panic. The bellyfolds were slurped in with a slimy squishy sound, Hymin walking a paw from one totodile foot to the other, pushing each on into his drool-drenched jaws, leaving nothing but Guzzle’s worming tail protruding past pursed lips. With another powerful gulp, Guzzle’s snout budged up against Chespin’s stomach and pushed in, the totodile now bearing witness to the dark, growling cavern that was the stomach.\n\nHymin’s eyes were half-lidded in pleasure. He lapped his tongue about the totodile’s squirming lower half over and over, gradually slurping in the rest of his tail in the process. Chespin cheeks bulged as Guzzle fought for his life, feet and tail flailing with his juicy belly sitting on the base of Hymin’s tongue. Hymin murred loudly and fell back into a sitting position, putting a paw to his stomach as he completed his savory totodile meal. [b]URLK! GLP! …[i]GLURK![/i][/b] “Haaaah.” Hymin’s jaws hung open with his tongue out, the final thick swallows devouring Guzzle completely whole, sending the squealing bulge down into the chespin belly. The furry gut bulged out between the chespin’s splayed legs as Hymin swayed his tail in delight, petting over one of the more tender meals he’d enjoyed. “About time… man you were delicious, Guzzle. Definitely worth the wait… [b]URP[/b]!” Hymin clapped his lips together and licked them thoroughly, rubbing into his squirming, churning gut. \n\nHymin scooted backwards a bit and found himself leaning against the very rock he originally found Guzzle lazing at. After everything, Hymin ended up with not only a totodile dinner, but the combined tastiness of squirtle and rattata fat bubbling away in his belly too. The chespin had no intention of going anywhere as the panicked Guzzle stewed away in his belly. He relaxed and put both paws to his belly, pressing inward everywhere he felt a lump, causing various [i]grrrn[/i]s and [i]chrrrrrrn[/i]s, much to Guzzle’s horror. Over the course of the next several hours, the terrified totodile digested away. He fought to his last breath, but was no match for Hymin’s eager belly churning around him constantly. Hymin himself churred and reveled in the wonderful taste of his large, fattening meal for a while during that time, but gradually fell back to sleep himself. With no totodile to keep captive, instead gurgling away in his belly, he was free to sleep without worry. Guzzle’s lumpy form in the gut softened overnight, Hymin’s furry belly expanding some, then shrinking, leaving a big, round, softened belly in its wake.\n\nAs morning crept over the woods, Hymin stirred. He stood, yawned and stretched languidly, letting his soft stomach sag freely. His belly was mostly quiet, only uttering the smallest of digestion noises, having diligently digested Guzzle overnight. Hymin half-walked, half-waddled over to the remains of the rattata and Squirtle. He licked his lips, knowing that they, and Guzzle, were now nothing but fat resting on his hips and belly. There was just a bit of aftertaste on Hymin’s tongue, sending his belly a-quiver. In fact, the belly rumbled at that moment, Hymin putting a paw to his mouth for a second. An instant later a wet belch tore from Hymin’s jaws, the lewd “[b]OOOURRRRRRRUUUP[/b]!” tearing through the woods. Gobs of saliva and a dripping totodile skull flew from Hymin’s jaws and clattered among the rest of the remains. Hymin purred and rubbed over the paunch that still stuck around on his gut, pressing digits into the plush, tender flesh. “Don’t think I’ll have a meal like that again in a while. Think I should start by making a new ‘friend’...”\n",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "It was the perfect plan. Hymin the chespin had simply been minding his own business one afternoon in the woods he called home, idly searching for perhaps an unclaimed berry bush to sate his growing appetite, when a sound caught his ear: The distinct voice of a local totodile named Guzzle, chatting it up with someone not too far from where Hymin was. The chespin had fallen to all fours and crept towards the conversation, spying from behind a large tree trunk. He saw a totodile – bigger than normal and featuring green spikes instead of red – leaned up against a rock with his arms behind his head, idly conversing with a plump rattata. Both seemed at ease with each others’ presence, the rattata somewhat twitchy but otherwise placated, resting right by Guzzle’s tail and idly chatting away with the larger pokémon. Hymin grinned at the vulnerable pair and licked his lips before having scuttled off, making as little noise as possible. Thankfully, his stomach had only sounded out its hunger once he was out of earshot, grumbling away as Hymin’s thoughts dwelled on the rodent and water type laying around, ripe for the taking. He had sped through the woods until he caught sight of his friend, not wanting to leave dinner up to a two-versus-one confrontation.