Henry stepped out of the cab, fidgeting nervously. The air had a light chill to it, enough that he was able to keep his jacket zipped up. The zigzagoon looked out over the stone walls at the front of the grounds. 

       Finally his waiting would be over, and he'd be with the band again. A whole week planned staying in the big house with them. 

       The sneasel driver finished taking Henry's luggage out of the back. "You really staying here?"

       Henry perked, and nodded. "Yeah."

       The dark type looked a bit incredulous, but accepted that answer as he headed back into the cab. "If you need another ride, just call."

       As the cab drove off, Henry collected all of his luggage on his back, over his shoulders, and dragged in a wheeled case. The normal type strode up to the gate.

       The security buzzer went off and the gate opened up before he had even looked for the intercom. 

       It was a bit of a trek from the gate to the front door, but in the nice cool air it was one he wasn't too overwhelmed by. Henry finally stepped up onto the doorstep and knocked on the door. The zigzagoon perked, realizing there was a knocker for that he'd missed, because it was higher up. On further inspection it was designed like an obstagoon's head, the protruding tongue the knocker itself.

       While Henry was realizing this, the door suddenly swung inward. Standing in the doorway was the Galarian zigzagoon named Zaggy. The boisterous guitar-player grinned ear to ear as he laid eyes on his fan again for the first time in weeks. "Henry!" The rocker immediately scooped around his normal-type counterpart to guide him over the threshold. "Glad you got here in one piece. It's too bad I can't do the Lick remotely to give you that extra bit of protection traveling..." He winked shamelessly.

       Henry was a blushy mess almost immediately. Zaggy was good at bringing that out of him. He did his best to hold onto his luggage as he was side-hugged into the rocker's round belly, guided deeper into the house into what looked like a display hall. Thankfully, what was in there allowed him some reprieve from his fluster in the form of a bit more awe.

       Lanner, Kapo, and Tarvis were in relaxed positions on the various comfortable seats around the room between the glass cases and large framed prints. Henry's eyes danced about to the various tour shirts hung up in cases and the poster prints hung up on the wall, before anyone spoke.

       Lanner, ever the considerate linoone, nodded with a smile. "Good to see you again, Henry. Zaggy's been even more of an absolute gremlin than normal waiting for you to arrive."

       Zaggy pouted. "I have not."

       Kapo snickered with a cheek-pouch full of candy. "Henry, he's been singing 'I've Got Your Taste' to himself whenever he thinks no one can hear him."

       The Galarian zigzagoon huffed; blush rising into the white star patterns around his eyes. 

       Tarvis seemed to ignore the teasing going back and forth between bandmates, focusing on Henry instead. He stood, his eight foot tall frame putting his gut at eye level with both zigzagoons. It bounced as he walked closer. "I see you've been looking at our memorabilia. This is some of our favorite stuff that's gone out with our faces on it. But, I bet you haven't seen the Galar-Only cover of 'Etched in Flab', have ya?"

       Henry shook his head. "I didn't realize there were different covers for different regions."

       The obstagoon grinned, his bright red tongue sliding over his lip before he spoke again. "Well, we have a print of the cover design right here..." He thumbed to behind where Henry was standing.

       Following the gesture, the zigzagoon turned to see a square print. In jagged purple letters was 'GRRGLE'D' and in the same lettering in gold at the bottom was 'ETCHED IN FLAB'. The photograph itself though... The copy that Henry had at home was a promotional shot of the band members bumping their bellies together with letters stamped on their bellies to spell out the title. This, however, was a close up shot of Tarvis' gut with his hand groping the upper right quadrant of the circular space. To the left of the claw was a clear marking of Zaggy's face, similar to the one that appeared when he gave someone the Lick. But the presence of Kapo's face beneath Zaggy's and Lanner's to the left directly beneath the claw made it clear that this was no Lick mark.

       "He shows that off whenever we have a guest." Lanner commented. 

       Tarvis scoffed. "Hey, it was my favorite photo shoot, okay?"

       "Photographic proof that I ate my bandmates." Kapo squeaked playfully, gesturing with both hands as if he had made the words into a marquee. 

       Zaggy perked, as if realizing something. "Ah hell, Henry. You've just been standing there covered in all those bags." He eased the normal type away from both obstagoon bellies, both recreated and actual. "Right after walking them all the way from the gate 'n everything. You should sit down!"

       As Henry was turned towards the rest of the room, he realized that the only remaining seating not claimed by some member of the band were some patterned, themed beanbag chairs. 

       Each of the four bean bags had the head and arms of one of the members fashioned in stuffed animal form, with the seat itself of the chair being their big bellies. Henry blushed deeply at that, and turned his head away towards the sofa that Tarvis had recently vacated. That was a bit safer for his poor facial capillaries, if anything. 

       "Don't worry about keeping us away from work, by the way, Henry." Lanner commented as the two zigzagoons stole the sofa from the standing obstagoon. "We scheduled today off because of your arrival."

       Henry sat down onto the couch without taking off any of his bags, a sort of habit that came with travelling he'd fallen into. "Oh, that's... I didn't expect to disrupt your recording or anything."

       "At this stage we're more jamming and workshopping, anyway!" Kapo exclaimed, idly tucking a few more sweets into his cheek pouch. "Anyway, we've got all sorts of stuff that you could do here! Out back there's a heated pool, there's the game room, there's seein' the sights around town, even just sitting around in here chatting is all good!"

       Henry was about to respond when the obstagoon's deep voice cut through the air.

       "And of course..." Tarvis rumbled with a smirk as he turned around towards the pair on the sofa. "You'll have ample opportunity to get to sample each one of our bellies from the inside. We're not gonna let Zaggy hog you all to himself."

       The brown zigzagoon swallowed audibly, blush returned to full force, as his eyes darted from one round Galarian belly to the other. 

       Lanner rolled his eyes and stood out of his armchair, walking over to the couch and taking Henry's hand. "Alright. I'll show you your room so you can put away all this luggage, okay? Then we can talk about what you wanna do." He shot Tarvis a glance. "And no, that's not me saying I'm going to eat him as soon as he's out of your sight."

       The obstagoon scoffed, play-acting being offended at the thought.

       With Henry in tow, Lanner guided the zigzagoon through a couple more halls to a cozy guest bedroom.  "Alright, this is where you'll be sleeping... well, when you haven't been belly'd." The linoone chuckled. "No matter how much I give Tarvis a hard time about going straight to the vore teases, it's not like I haven't been thinking about having you on my waist myself. But I'm not gonna push it." 

       Henry blushed deeply as he took his luggage off, setting it onto the bed. After a long moment of staring at the bags he spoke. "I... uh... thank you. It's... uh... You know..." He turned around to find the doorway empty. Sighing bashfully, the normal type rubbed his face, realizing that Lanner had left to let him get used to the room alone while he'd been quiet. The zigzagoon carefully undid his coat, peeling it off. He swallowed bashfully tugging down on the hem of the shirt he'd kept concealed on the whole trip from out his door to this room with a plane flight, train ride and cab ride in between. 

       White text on the black fabric in the band's signature jagged lettering: 'ZAGGY'S SNACK'. Lower on the shirt, around where the mark would appear if he was given the Lick, was a cartoonish rendition of that very mark of Zaggy's face.

       Zaggy stepped into the doorway, leaning on the frame. He was about to speak when he spotted the shirt, a smirk crawling up his cheek. "Wow. You wore that through customs and everything?"

       Henry's poor flustered self was openly staring at Zaggy's gut when it arrived, but was brought to his jagged lips moments later at the question. "I... You leave quite an impression, you know?"

       The Galarian zigzagoon pressed himself off of the doorframe to walk properly into the room with a chuckle. "So I've heard. If you're up to it, though," He smiled a bit more genuinely, letting the rocker act fade somewhat. "I wanted to show you around town, just us zigs."

       The fan-turned-guest perked, eyes nearly sparkling. "Oh! Of course I'm up to it! Lemme just get a lighter jacket out of my bags, the one I wore in was getting stuffy..."

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       As Henry and Zaggy crossed from countryside into the small town that the foreign zigzagoon had only seen quickly through the window of a cab, the Galarian gave his guest a squeeze around his shoulder, pressing him a bit more firmly into his soft side. "See that pub over there?" He gestured with an open paw.

       The normal type looked, seeing a small stone building. At this time of day it was open but most of the lights in the windows weren't lit up. "Uh huh?"

       "That's the first place that Grrgle got a gig at, back when we were just some chubby 'mons who didn't have a clue." Zaggy continued, turning the gesture into a wave to an elderly drampa who was walking by.

       The dragon type waved back cordially, as if he was just another pokémon from town, not a famous rock star who lived in the estate a good walk outside of the municipal borders.

       The surprise must have shown on Henry's face, because the guitarist chuckled, speaking more quietly. "People here have known all four of us since we were hatched. We're just kids who made something of ourselves to them." He guided his guest along further into town, keeping his body pressed close in a way that made the normal type blush, and he knew it. "And we don't usually get fans coming out here trying to see us on the street or camping out in front of our gates or anything. I guess eating fans at concerts is enough for the obsessive types." He laughed aloud.

       "Weren't the folks here your first fans?" Henry asked as they crossed a street together.

       Zaggy snorted, "Oh man... no one here understood what we were doing, and that was even before we started eating people at shows." The rocker gave a meaningful squeeze, flicking his black and white striped tail. "That pub was our first gig, sure, but we never got to perform there again! Had to drive to gigs in other towns, bigger towns that might pick up what we were putting down, you know?"

       The normal type nodded. "Ohh... so they're just... polite."

       The Galarian zigzagoon nodded. "Yep. But it's nice to get back from touring and go somewhere where you're just that kid who grew up down the street instead of an object of desire for so many delectable things... not that having one I fancy around isn't a good thing." He winked as he gave Henry another squeeze. "But yeah. Good to be able to walk to the store on your own instead of asking your roadies for things when we're just doing studio work."

       Henry nodded his understanding, taking a deep breath through his nose to start speaking again when the scent of baked apple, pastry, and spices struck his nose. He perked and took a deeper breath of it.

       Zaggy smiled knowingly at this. "You're smelling Lenny's baking. His bakery's right over there." He deftly redirected Henry to face it. "This place is a favorite of the whole band." He thudded his gut just above his navel with his free hand, before giving it a rub.

       "Could we..." The brown zigzagoon blushed a bit and swallowed the drool that had started to accumulate in his mouth, before continuing. "...go in and get something?"

       "Of course, Henry." The black and white pokémon happily guided his guest to cross the street with him, before walking right to the door of the bakery.

       There were fresh pies on display in the front windows, and peering in there were more pastries in the display case beside the cashier. Henry took a deeper breath as Zaggy pressed the double doors open for them to walk in side-by-side. The foreign pokémon looked around at the old-fashioned construction of the inside of the building, the cozy atmosphere. There weren't too many tables in the dining area, easy for bigger guys to get around.

       Henry spotted the reason behind that promptly. The baker behind the counter was an enormous appletun wearing a chef's coat over the top portion of his torso. He wore a chef's hat on top of his apple cap and a smile on his rounded muzzle. The reason the coat only covered the top part of his torso was twofold: The apple-pie shell that most appletuns were known for, but also the broad round belly he sported in front, big enough to rival Tarvis' own. 

       Zaggy ushered Henry across the shop towards the counter, waving to the big baker. "Hey Lenny!"

       The appletun waved in return, one of his eyes curling up from where they draped like ears on either side of his face. "Good ta see ya, Zaggy! I see you got a friend." He let his eye droop down again and extended a hand in greeting. "I'm Lenny, I own and operate this bakery. You know, all four members of Grrgle are some of my best customers."

       "Yeah, I was just telling Henry here how much we love your baking, Lenny." Zaggy replied. 

       Henry had gotten distracted by the bulletin board behind Lenny, which was covered in instant photos pinned together in pairs by the white border. One would be a pie with a design of a face printed on the dough, the second would always be someone sitting in the pie, which appeared burst open from the inside, covered in filling and pieces of apple. The thing that had most got his attention was a signed print of an album cover featuring all four members of Grrgle lunging out of a burst open pie, covered in filling, looking about to eat the whole camera crew. The title on the cover was 'Four and Twenty Murkrow'.

       Lenny raised one of his eyes again, and then chuckled, seeing just where Henry was looking. "I see you saw my Pie board!"

       Henry blushed, realizing he had drifted off from the conversation. "Oh, I'm sorry Lenny. I was just wondering where you got that album cover print?" The foreign zigzagoon was sure that for a photo shoot they wouldn't use actual pie, so why have it on display at the bakery... in fact why were so many customers in pies?

       The appletun chuckled, making his broad belly bounce in front of him. "Well, that's a bit of a fun story~"

       Zaggy butted in, grinning. "Say, Lenny, I think Henry and I would like a free pie."

       Henry looked even more confused than before. That had to be code, because he was sure Zaggy could pay for pie just fine.

       Lenny didn't look put off by the demand at all, leaning a little over the counter to face Henry more directly. "Would you like to come along for the free pie, Henry?"

       The brown, jagged striped pokémon blushed at the bigger male's tone of voice, before swallowing. "Y-yeah, I guess." He still didn't have any idea what 'free pie' meant, but it didn't sound like a bad thing...

       Lenny grinned wider, and then leaned down further until his chin rested on the counter beside the register. The appletun inhaled, pooching out his cheeks, then gaped his jaws. Rather than the pink fleshy mouth with teeth he had been expecting, Henry found himself looking into an increasingly huge maw that looked like it was made from living pie dough, baked to perfection. 

       While the normal type was gawking, his dark counterpart had let go of his side and was casually clambering up onto the counter, and more importantly, into the 'pie hole' of the big baker. Despite his rotund form and being just a bit taller than Henry, Zaggy easily fit into the parted jaws. The rocker even turned himself around without pushing into the throat at all to offer a hand to Henry. "Still want the free pie?"

       Henry quivered, realizing just how bright his cheeks were burning after watching the handsome hunk of Galarian goon willingly, eagerly climb into someone's mouth. He remembered the album cover that Tarvis was proud of... Until now he just figured the whole band were mostly predatory. He also took a deep breath... a good deal of the delectable pie scent was coming from Lenny. He wondered what it was like to be eaten by someone who appeared to be living pastry. And... he'd be sharing a stomach with Zaggy... He took the offered hand, carefully starting to climb in as well. 

       Zaggy helped by pulling with both arms, scooping and dragging Henry up into the awaiting jaws. Of course, even with as far as it had stretched, the Galarian zigzagoon's bulk made it a very tight fit. The foreign pokémon blushed deeply as he realized he was quite effectively pinned between the black and white belly and the soft, yielding inner cheek of the apple dragon. 

       Lenny stood upright with a smooth, easy motion, slow less from effort and more from not wanting to jerk his customers around. He closed his mouth, his cheeks stretching and wrapping around the two 'goons inside until his lips could meet themselves once again. He used his fingers to press on Henry's foot to make sure it was tucked all the way in, before he rubbed over his cheeks with his fingertips.

       Inside, the normal type found that the entrance to the throat was far less like the baked brown inside of the mouth and more like uncooked dough. Henry stroked at the back edge of the tongue, his cheeks still radiating warmth from his situation. "Wow..."

       Smiling as best as he could with his cheeks puffed out, the dragon type carefully undid his chef's coat to prepare for what came next. Lenny squeezed his cheeks in tightly and swallowed at the same time, forcing the two 'goons over that threshold. The shape of the two round pokémon stretched out his neck greatly for the moment they traversed it, before their forms swelled the baker's chest and finally plopped down in his broad belly, sending the whole thing bouncing down with their combined weight.

       Henry gasped as they landed in a soft, pillowy embrace of the appletun's doughy insides, squirming a bit at the new feeling. The last belly he'd been in hadn't been anything like this one. 

       The owner of said belly grinned, lightly blushing himself. Zaggy reached over and pulled Henry against his round gut. "So this is the free pie, obviously." The rocker chuckled. "You saw the photos over the print right? Well, Lenny's belly 'bakes' people into pies. After a bit, you break right out, just fine, and have a bunch of pie mess to clean up." He licked his lips to indicate just how you were expected to clean up that kind of mess.

       The normal type's blush wasn't going away, but he couldn't help but giggle at that. "Wow... What's it like?"

       Zaggy snickered and rubbed his nose against Henry's. "You're about to find out~"

       Lenny hummed happily to himself as he felt the pair snuggling up together. He started to walk around behind the counter, getting back to what he was doing before the rocker and his fan had arrived. Without his even having to think about it, his stomach was getting to work, the doughy walls kneading in eagerly, making sure they couldn't separate even if they wanted to.

       Henry felt the swaying of the baker moving around, blushing softly as the kneading walls worked in on him. It felt as though the space was shrinking on them. "Wow, I've never been kneaded by dough before..."

       Zaggy chuckled and gave Henry a squeeze in his arms. "It's just gonna get tighter and hotter while we bake~" Before the smaller 'goon could respond to that, thick goopy pie filling began to pour into the chamber from an unseen source.

       The normal type dabbed it and licked his finger, oohing at the sweet apple and spice flavor that the goo had. He lapped up more as the pressure mounted, raising the level of pie filling in the increasingly tight stomach. Like Zaggy had said it was heating up as well, but not unpleasantly, more to make him relax...

       Lenny's belly stopped shifting around, contracting a bit as he felt the baking process begin in earnest around his meal. He swayed his thick stubby tail, smiling and continuing to hum as he went about his business.

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       The appletun perked, both eyes raising from their flopped position as a little internal 'ding' went off in his head. His latest 'free pie' was completed. He walked over to a space he left bare on one of the work tables in the kitchen and turned around. He carefully lifted his coat up over the top portion of his pie shell, revealing the smiling faces of Zaggy and Henry printed onto the dough. Lenny focused, and let out a soft gasp as the pie popped right off his back and slid to a halt on the counter. The appletun's back was left with a bit of a divot, but the dough was already starting to reshape and fill in the gap. 

       Smiling merrily, Lenny got his instant camera and snapped a picture of the pie. As the picture came out of the device, he took it and began to shake it as it developed. At the same time his shell was finishing retaking its proper shape, but hadn't yet browned to how it had been before. The appletun raised an eye to look at the picture, grinning. He didn't usually do more than one person in a pie, but it was fun to indulge like this. 

       The pie sat on the work table, seeming to be a perfectly normal, if large, apple pie apart from the printed pokémon faces on the golden-brown dough. One would be hard pressed to believe that both 'goons that the baker had eaten would fit inside it, in fact. As Lenny's shell darkened to its proper state, however, the pie on the table wiggled.

       Noticing this, the baker chuckled, setting the camera and photo down on the far counter and starting to do up his chef's coat again. "You two can come out whenever you want, don't let me get in the way..."

       The pie wiggled and jumped a bit on the work bench, before the spot beneath the Galarian zigzagoon marking tore apart. Zaggy burst out, arms raised dramatically and absolutely drenched in the sticky pie filling. He growled playfully, much in the same pose he'd been on the album cover. 

       Henry's tearing free was a bit less dramatic. It was as though he sat up against heavy bedding, a big section of crust that had his face on it sloughing down into his lap once he was upright. He wiped his eyes free of pie filling, cheeks still flushed. "That... uh.. that was actually really nice."

       Lenny chose that moment to snap his picture of the rotund rocker and bashful fan inside the wrecked pie. He giggled, his belly bouncing a bit from the act. "Anyway, as I was saying before rocker-belly interrupted, I had a lot of fun doing the photo shoot for that album cover. Of course most of my involvement was baking the band down, but four big guys at once..." He licked his blunt muzzle with a dreamy expression.

       Zaggy wiped his face a bit and licked his paw of the mound of filling displaced from around his star-patterned eye-mask. "Yeah, Tarvis was really annoyed that he had to be eaten. The whole time. Before, during, and after!" The Galarian zigzagoon barked in boisterous laughter that bounced his own belly, sending some more dough and filling tumbling out over the edge of the crust on to the table.

       The appletun shook the second picture a bit more, before giving it a look. "These two pics came out great, if I do say so myself. I'll be glad to put them up on the board." 

       Henry scooted in the pie until he could get up onto his knees. "Thanks for sharing this with me, Zaggy, Lenny. I didn't expect getting baked into a pie would be so fun!"

       The rocker playfully pulled his guest against his round belly. "Oh the fun's just starting. Now we get to eat all this pie!"

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       Henry groaned as they finally stood on the doorstep of the estate again, this time still coated in apple pie filling. His belly was rounded out, looking almost as big as a member of Grrgle's own. His jacket had been undone and his Zaggy's Snack shirt was bunched up against his chest. 

       If anything Zaggy was even bigger than ever, his ball gut sagging under the weight of so much pie. He too was coated head to toe in the remains of the pie they'd burst free from. The rocker panted heavily. "Well... the walk home feels a lot longer after getting a pie from Lenny..."

       The normal type stifled a belch, rubbing his belly and feeling the sweet goop squelch through his fur. "Probably would have been faster if we weren't all sticky."

       "Then we'd be even fuller." The Galarian rocker winked playfully as he opened the door, getting the handle quite sticky with his paw.

       Henry followed Zaggy into the entryway of the big house, doing his best to drip onto himself rather than onto the floor. Whatever he did his paws still left tracks on the floor though. 

       Heavy footsteps approached as the door closed. Before the owner of said feet appeared, Henry could also hear sniffing in the air. And of course, Tarvis' big belly and snout crossed into sight at the same time from his bad obstagoon posture. "I thought I smelled Lenny's baking. You two have fun getting made into sweets and fattening yourselves up?"

       Zaggy grinned shamelessly, wobbling his oversized belly, rivalling Tarvis' own with the bloat. "You know we did!"

       The obstagoon licked his lips, slyly looking from one 'goon to the other. "And were you two doin' it to prep for the trip to my tank~?"

       Henry's cheeks flushed as Tarvis' belly rumbled eagerly. He looked over at Zaggy's grin, and back to the much larger pokémon's hungry smirk. "Y-you planned all of this?" He asked the other zig, his cheeks glowing brighter.

       "That mean you don't wanna be my pie?" Tarvis slapped the side of his gut with a claw, flaunting his weight with a teasing sway of his hips.

       The normal type swallowed, fidgeting in place. "W-well... it would be a pity to waste all this delicious pie filling by just showering off..."

       Tarvis smirked and took a step forward. He kept eye contact with Henry, but lunged his jaws to encapsulate Zaggy first, spread wide to get around the curve of his bloated belly in one practiced gulorp. The obstagoon didn't look away as he powerfully stood back up, swallowing around his bandmate to get his gut past the slavering jaws.

       Henry watched on intently as Zaggy was so greedily, rapidly devoured by his own bandmate. He quivered a bit, unable to look away under the intense, hungry gaze of the much larger pokémon.

       The obstagoon tilted his head the rest of the way back once he got the zigzagoon's hips into his jaws, swallowing powerfully. His long throat distended out with the still shamelessly grinning face of the guitarist, sinking behind his collarbone as the dome of pie-filled gut stretched the neck far more intensely.  Tarvis' long red tongue curled and wrapped around the smaller pokémon's bare legs, working them in while savoring the pie filling on top of them.

       Henry shuddered as the obstagoon snapped his jaws shut dramatically once Zaggy's feet and tail were safely on the far side of their path, swallowing loudly. He was breathing heavily, watching as the smaller rocker's belly dropped through the base of the larger's neck and through his chest. 

       Ever the showman, Tarvis accentuated the bounce of impact from Zaggy landing in his belly by bending his knees at the same time and rolling his hips back to full standing position, rubbing either side of the ball gut with his claws. He looked down at Henry again, licking his lips. "Didn't even get my hands dirty." He took a deliberate step closer to the flustered fan, starting to lean down towards him as well.

       "Y-yeah... good planning." The normal type stammered, thinking that his blush could dry out the filling and have it crack off as a candy shell if it got much brighter.

       The obstagoon licked over Henry's cheek slowly in contrast to the greedy lunge he gave his bandmate. His stomach loudly growled, still sounding empty despite the whole zigzagoon it had just received. 

       Henry gasped softly, eyes lidding partway as he leaned into the lick. He exhaled shakily, fingers squelching against each other with the fidgeting he was directing to meshing them together atop his belly.

       Muffledly, inside the belly, Zaggy called out. "Oh come on, Tarvis, don't tease him that much..."

       Tarvis chuckled in his rich baritone voice and smirked. "He makes the cutest faces though." The obstagoon gave another slow lick, before relenting and parting his jaws. For one last coy tease, though, the tip of his red tongue curled in a beckoning motion towards the dark throat's opening at the back, only blocked by his plump uvula. 

       Obediently, the fan reached forward and practically laid himself down onto that tongue, his hands going right under the hanging bulb of flesh to the entrance of the throat. He nuzzled into the middle of the long maw muscle as he felt the jaws closing in on him to hold him.

       The obstagoon lifted Henry right off the floor, tilting his head back a bit to make sure that he wouldn't start to backslide. Tarvis curled his tongue around the fan's hips and used that to pull while swallowing deeply. Despite his rough exterior, he was careful to not let his jagged teeth scrape or prod the plump pokémon as he sank between the singer's jaws.

       Once Henry felt his center of gravity shift from just outside to well within the larger pokémon's jaws, he found himself tipping forward and sluicing rapidly down the fleshy passage ahead of him. He wiggled his feet up in the air before they too were wrapped in the dexterous tongue, squeezed and pulled upon.

       Tarvis more gently knit his teeth back together after Henry's feet were passing under his uvula, stroking his throat with a claw as he swallowed firmly. The round bulge of the fan's pie-filled belly dropped down and his belly bounced again. The obstagoon belched, tightening things up for his bandmate and guest, before patting the side of his belly tenderly. His stomach was already merrily gurgling by the time he had left the entrance hall and was walking through the big house.

       When the obstagoon arrived in the screening room that Kapo and Lanner were hanging out in, the morpeko perked, seeing just how much bigger Tarvis' gut had gotten since he was out of the room. "Now what's got you so round?"

       "I thought I heard Zaggy's voice." Lanner wryly commented, smirking knowingly.

       Tarvis' stomach let out a rather audible glorp as Zaggy and Henry's faces appeared in the white fur on either side of his navel. The obstagoon belched, groping his new pudge affectionately. "I just had the best apple pie. I must really call Lenny and compliment his work."