After digesting Quilava and his friends, Pearl lets the current carry her until she hears a fight within the forest. The huge Vaporeon’s stomach groans in hunger, indicating her it chose its next meal and Pearl agrees with a lick of her lips. Next part in two weeks and I am giving Nyxara and Violet a rest. Enjoy!

All pokémon belong to Game Freak, The Pokémon Company and Nintendo.

Pearl the Vaporeon belongs to me.

Previous: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62263098/
Next: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/63527186/


A few hours later, the river was calm, the sun glinting off the rippling water. Pearl slowly rose to the surface, her massive upper body lifting above the water while her lower half remained submerged.

Water cascaded down her pink fur in thick streams, clinging to her curves as she shook herself like a diva, sending waves splashing all around. Her tail swayed behind her, creating ripples that shimmered in the sunlight.

She yawned, wide and feline, stretching her jaws lazily before smacking her lips with a satisfied smack. A slow, sultry smile spread across her face. Then, with a playful sigh, she leaned back and let the current carry her downstream, the river cradling her weight as though it were part of her own body.

Her forepaws sank deep into the supple flab of her belly, kneading it in slow, deliberate circles. “Mmm… that’s so nice,” she murmured, the sound low and contented. Her stomach responded immediately, loud and proud, echoing with gurgle… blorp… groan… that shook the surrounding water.

She arched a brow, speaking softly as if her long-digested prey could still hear her. “You’d love this, wouldn’t you?” she teased, patting her round, quivering middle with the tip of her tail. The flab jiggled slightly at her touch, a faint ripple that made her giggle. “Ah, I can almost hear you begging… but all I get is this lovely gurgle.”

Her eyes drifted skyward, and she licked her lips in idle curiosity. “Who will be next… I wonder.” Her gaze flicked to the tree line, ears twitching at the rustle of leaves. She raised her head slightly and turned to the side, spotting movement just beyond the riverbank.

A Deerling and a Sawsbuck were cautiously stepping out of the underbrush, their ears pricked and their eyes wide.

Pearl’s lips curled into a hungry grin, her throat rumbling with a deep glrrrblorp. “Mmm… you smell delicious,” she murmured, her eyes locking onto the grass-types.

The Deerling’s pupils shrank instantly, its hooves scrambling on the soft earth. “Stay calm… stay calm,” it whispered to its companion, eyes darting nervously.

The Sawsbuck snorted softly, lowering its head, and bolted back into the forest. In a heartbeat, both creatures vanished into the shadows, leaving only the rustle of leaves behind.

Pearl exhaled a long, exaggerated sigh, leaning back into the current and letting the water ripple over her belly. “Hmph… not everyone can appreciate some quality time in my belly… and be turned into fat decorating a body like mine.”

She let her tail flick idly in the water, sending gentle waves against her flanks, chuckling to herself as her stomach rumbled in agreement.

“Ah, well…” she murmured, kneading her belly again. “I suppose I’ll just have to keep enjoying my own company a little longer.” The soft gurgles, blorps, and groans from her belly were a contented chorus, as though it were laughing with her.

Her ears flicked toward the forest once more. “But someday… someone bold enough will stumble along, and oh…” she trailed off, licking her lips, “…they won’t regret it.”

A faint ripple of the water echoed her grin as Pearl stretched luxuriously, the sunlight dancing across her glossy pink skin. Her tail swayed like a ribbon, her chest rising and falling with lazy contentment, and her stomach emitted another soft, hungry gurgle—a reminder that even after her last feast, she was always ready for the next.

Pearl lay half-submerged in the river, her upper body gleaming in the sunlight while her lower half rested in the cool current. Her forepaws kneaded deeply into her soft, pink flab, eliciting a soft gurgle… blorp… groan from her belly.

She tilted her head back, licking her lips and flicking her ears, her eyes narrowing playfully as though she could see the thoughts of her last meal.

“Mmm… Quilava,” she murmured, voice low and teasing. “You were quite smoky… and tasty. I could still feel your little struggles… mmph….” She patted her belly, flab squishing under her forepaws, and giggled softly. “I’d give you… hmm… a 7.5 out of 10. Not bad, my little fire snack.”

Her thoughts drifted next to Lilligant. Her grin widened from side to side as she inhaled faintly, savoring the memory of the delicate floral scent and the subtle, sweet taste. “Ah… my little leafy green… so fragrant, so perfect… I must eat greens from time to time, after all.”

She pressed both forepaws into her belly, sinking them deep into the soft, squishy flab. A low, contented snort escaped her as her gut groaned again, loud and hungry. “You get… 8.2 out of 10, my little bouquet.”

Finally, her attention shifted to Heliolisk. Pearl twitched her ears, her eyes narrowing in mock contemplation. “Slippery little thing… not very crunchy at all, but I suppose every meal has its charm.” She tapped her belly gently with a claw. “I’d give you… 5.8 out of 10. Not enough resistance… maybe with some seasoning you would have a higher score.”

Her ears suddenly perked up at a rustling sound deep within the forest. Pearl tilted her head, eyes narrowing, and her brow arched curiously. Rising a bit higher, her upper body loomed over the water while her lower half remained submerged, tail flicking eagerly behind her.

“Hmm… what do we have here?” she murmured, voice low and playful. “Probably some explorers running into trouble… or maybe just a little outlaw causing a ruckus.”

Her forepaws rubbed together slowly, claws digging slightly into the waterlogged riverbank as she licked her lips in anticipation. “Mmm… ohhh, this is going to be fun,” she purred. “Multiple meals, all in one spot… and they’ll barely know what hit them.”

She let out a soft giggle, tail swaying like a pendulum behind her, water droplets flying from each flick. “I wonder how they taste… tender? spicy? sweet?” Her stomach let out a low, rumbling blorrrp, echoing in the calm river.

“The best part,” she whispered to herself, glancing down at the flowing water around her submerged lower body, “is watching them run, thinking they’re safe… while I already know exactly where I’ll find them.” She leaned slightly forward, the curve of her belly forming waves in the river as she let the current rock her lazily.

Her gaze fixed on the edge of the forest, pupils narrowing, ears twitching with excitement. “Oh, I can’t wait…” Pearl’s smile widened wickedly. “This is going to be deliciously easy.”

Pearl’s massive pink body slid through the water with practiced ease, her forepaws digging into the riverbed to propel her toward the riverside. The effort made her groan softly, a low, throaty mmmphh, and she smirked, speaking aloud to herself. “Heh… maybe I’m getting a bit too fat…”

She blinked twice, then waved a forepaw dismissively, voice light and teasing. “Bah… a big girl like me must eat. My gut should be big, round, and pudgy.” Her claws sank slightly into the supple flab of her belly as she patted it with pride, feeling it wobble delightfully. “Yes… perfect.”

With a mighty pull of her forepaws, Pearl heaved herself onto the riverbank, only for her momentum to carry her forward. She tripped slightly and landed on her belly with a tremendous WHUMP, the ground trembling beneath her weight.

Her body wobbled and shook, sending ripples through the grass and kicking up dust and water from the edge of the river. She giggled, low and melodic, flicking her ears back playfully and tapping her buttocks with the tip of her tail.

“Oh… I hope they didn’t hear that,” she murmured, voice teasing. “I try to be like a sneaky Greninja… catching prey off guard is an art… but being this big doesn’t exactly help.”

She pressed herself up slowly, feeling the soft earth beneath her paws as she rose to her feet, muscles flexing under her thick, shiny fur. Every movement caused her flab to jiggle slightly, the subtle squish of her belly and hips a satisfying reminder of her size and strength.

Her tail swayed behind her, a pendulum of playful anticipation, and the faint gurgle… blorp… of her stomach echoed in the riverbank.

Pearl moved carefully through the tall grass, letting her bulk brush softly against the stems to mask her presence. Her head tilted slightly, ears twitching, as she honed in on the faint scuffle and anxious cries from deeper in the forest. “Hmm… sounds like trouble,” she murmured, her voice soft but laced with mischief. “Explorers, running around… thinking they can get away… how cute.”

She paused, letting her nose pick up scents carried on the breeze: sweat, adrenaline, and faint traces of berries and leaves crushed under hurried feet. “Mmm… they smell deliciously alive,” she purred, tail flicking in delight. “I wonder which one will be first… or maybe I’ll have a little fun teasing them all…”

Her forepaws dug lightly into the earth as she crept closer, using every ounce of her body to move quietly despite her size. “Shhh… don’t make a sound,” she whispered to herself, lips curling into a wicked smile. “A predator doesn’t need noise… just patience… and then—surprise!”

She paused behind a patch of particularly tall grass, observing the flickering shadows of movement ahead. Her ears twitched, and she let out a soft, contented hum. “I do love it when they think they’re safe… oh, they’ll learn soon enough.”

The wind carried a faint rustle from the forest, and Pearl’s eyes narrowed with interest. “Ah… there you are,” she purred, tail swishing slowly behind her. “Two legs… four legs… and soon, a perfect little snack for a hungry alpha like me.”

She crept forward another few paces, each movement deliberate, muscles coiled like springs beneath her thick frame. “Patience… patience… don’t let them see you yet,” she whispered, a gleam of anticipation in her eyes. “A big girl like me deserves the best meal, and I always get what I want.”

Her stomach rumbled again, louder this time, a deep grrrblorp… blorp… gurgle… that vibrated through the riverbank. She licked her lips, the sound faintly audible in the quiet forest. “Ahhh… I can already taste them.”

The forest clearing shook under the impact of battle, broken branches and clouds of dust and smoke floating lazily through the air. Flygon’s emerald-green wings fluttered frantically, though each beat seemed to sap her remaining strength.

She hissed, voice raspy from the repeated attacks. “Grrr… get away from me, pests! I’m leaving with my haul!” Her tail lashed behind her, kicking up leaves and soil as she struggled to stay aloft.

Sneasel crouched low, eyes narrowed, claws twitching with anticipation. “Tepig, flank her! Use Smog! Don’t let her escape!”

Tepig’s small, stout body tensed, flames flickering faintly along his snout as he sprinted toward Flygon’s side. “Got it, Sneasel!” he yelled, releasing a thick cloud of smog that enveloped the dragon. Flygon hissed in irritation, wings flapping harder to resist the stinging smoke. “Ugh… annoying little pests!”

She flapped her wings, releasing a Sonic Boom in a deafening BRRRAAAAAM! that reverberated through the clearing. The pulse of sound made branches vibrate and kicked up a fresh cloud of dirt and leaves. Tepig and Sneasel ducked just in time, grunting as the sonic shockwave passed harmlessly around them.

“Ha! Not fast enough!” Flygon snarled, snapping her jaws. Her eyes glimmered with a mix of fury and desperation. “I said get lost! These items are mine! You’ve ruined everything!”

Sneasel’s claws dug into the soft earth as he advanced, eyes cold and calculating. “You’re going to be arrested whether you like it or not,” he hissed, exhaling a frigid breath that crystallized leaves mid-air. Icy Wind! The chill swept toward Flygon, ice forming along her wings and tail, slowing her flailing motions.

Flygon growled, countering with a Dragon Breath, the twin streams of blue fire-like energy colliding with the icy wind in a spectacular KRAAASH! The collision sent a shockwave through the clearing, scattering debris and creating a thick explosion of fog, smoke, and splintered wood.

“Ugh… can’t… see!” Tepig groaned, blinking through the smoky haze. Sneasel hissed, eyes narrowing, and stalked forward with deliberate steps. “Don’t let her get away… focus!”

Flygon shook her wings violently, trying to clear the smoke with a flurry of whap-whap-whap! Each beat sent a gust whipping through the trees.

“Brrr… my wings!” she hissed, frustration cutting through her exhaustion. “Why won’t you just leave me alone?”

With a sharp cry, Flygon unleashed Bug Buzz, the resonant hum vibrating through the trees like a swarm of angry insects. Tepig yelped, ears flattened as the sound reverberated painfully through his chest. Sneasel clutched his head, claws pressing against his ears as a shiver ran down his spine.

From the edge of the forest, partially hidden behind a thick stand of reeds and water-slick moss, Pearl clenched her teeth, holding back a growl. Her forepaws pressed tightly against her ears, the vibration from Bug Buzz making her flinch despite her robust frame.

“Ugh… how annoying… really, do they have to make that sound?” she muttered, voice low and almost imperceptible. Her tail swished behind her, the tip brushing against the wet soil as she remained perfectly still, pink skin slick from the river.

Her eyes glimmered with predatory curiosity as she watched the trio struggle. “Pathetic little insects… all that noise and for what? Just a snack running from a bigger predator…”
Pearl’s belly gurgled softly, a low, impatient blorp… groan…, reminding her of the hunger that had brought her here.

She lowered her body closer to the ground, flattening herself behind the reeds, muscles coiled beneath her pudge. “Patience… wait for the right moment,” she whispered to herself, ears twitching. “They’re exhausted… and that’s when the real fun begins.”

Her claws dug slightly into the damp soil, tail flicking in anticipation as Flygon struggled and the explorers groaned and hissed. Pearl’s lips curled into a wicked grin, glancing down at her round, glistening belly as if to remind herself of what she could do. “One move… one perfect moment… and everything will be mine.”

The forest echoed with the clash of attacks and cries of frustration, unaware that an alpha predator waited silently at the edge, ready to turn the tide at a whim.

The clearing smelled of churned-up soil, sweat, and adrenaline. Flygon’s wings spread wide, tattered at the edges from previous attacks, each beat sending gusts of wind through the forest. “Ugh… you just don’t know when to quit, do you?!” she hissed, claws scraping against the bark of nearby trees as she tried to maintain balance.

Sneasel growled low in his throat, eyes narrowing, muscles coiled with energy. With a sudden blur, he launched Agility, leaving a shimmering afterimage behind. “Gotcha now, Flygon!” he cried, dashing faster than the dragon could follow.

Flygon gasped, turning her head frantically to track him, but Sneasel’s movements were too fast. Before she could react, a sharp, metallic Night Slash cut across her back. Her scream pierced the clearing: “YEEEAAAH!!” Her wings faltered mid-beat as pain radiated along her spine.

“Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about!” Tepig shouted, tail wagging, little flames flickering nervously along his snout. He charged toward Flygon with determination, trying to aid his companion.

Sneasel leapt gracefully, using the broken trunk of a fallen tree as a springboard to land on Flygon’s back with a solid thump! The dragon hissed, twisting violently. “Get off me, you pests! I don’t have time for this!” She flapped her wings, whipping leaves and debris everywhere as Sneasel held his ground, claws digging into her scales.

Tepig didn’t hesitate. He sprinted, body low to the ground, then Flare Blitz—a streak of fiery red—shot toward Flygon. She twisted mid-air, narrowly avoiding the impact. Her wings spun, kicking up a vortex of wind and leaves, sending Tepig stumbling back.

Sneasel, still clinging, hissed through gritted teeth. “Argh! She’s stronger than I thought!”

Flygon roared in defiance, shaking violently. “Stronger than you can handle!” Her claws and wings slammed against the forest floor, shaking loose dirt and snapping branches. With a sudden grab, she yanked Sneasel off her back and tossed him aside.

Then, with a rough exhale, she unleashed Mud Shot, the sludge splattering Tepig and Sneasel alike. They groaned, sliding on the slick earth as Flygon slowly landed, talons digging into the soil.

Both explorers tried to rise, but before they could, Flygon struck with Dragon Claw, sending them sprawling back, grunting and scraping along the forest floor. Her wings flexed as she landed gracefully, eyes glinting with triumph.

“Ha! Is that the best you’ve got?” Flygon laughed, wings fluttering, claws tapping the ground. “I expected more from little pests who think they can stop me!” She licked her lips, wings spread slightly as the sunlight gleamed off her scales. “And now… all this fighting has worked up quite an appetite.” Her gaze dropped to the two small forms on the ground, pupils narrowing with hunger.

“No… she can’t be serious,” Sneasel muttered, struggling to get to his knees, claws digging into mud. Tepig’s snout twitched nervously. “We’re… we’re not food!”

Flygon’s laugh rang out, deep and victorious. “Oh, I’m serious, little ones. Every victory deserves a reward, don’t you think? And I… deserve a reward for winning.” Her tail flicked lazily behind her, sweeping leaves and twigs aside as she advanced slowly, each step deliberate.

Hidden between grass, Pearl’s sleek pink form tensed. Her forepaws dug into the floor, claws pressing slightly, ripples running through her muscular limbs. “Hmph… good… very good,” she muttered in a low, throaty voice, a small wet growl emanating from deep within her throat. Her tail swayed in slow, lazy arcs behind her, brushing against the grass with a soft swish.

Her eyes gleamed, watching every struggle. “They’re so cute when they think they’re the hunters… not the hunted.” She lightly patted the side of her round, glistening belly. Blorp… blorp… Her stomach gurgled, hungry and impatient, but she suppressed it, waiting for the perfect moment.

“They have no idea… and I’m the only one eating someone today,” she murmured, tongue flicking over her lips. Her ears twitched, rotating toward the sound of the small, panicked explorers. “Patience… wait for the right moment…”

Pearl’s tail lashed behind her, tip flicking in anticipation. Her eyes glinted, scanning for any sudden movements. “Once they’re tired, distracted… that’s when I’ll strike,” she whispered, lips curling into a teasing smile.

A wet, hungry growl escaped her throat, vibrating through her chest and echoing faintly over the water. “Oh, yes… they smell amazing… it’s going to be delicious.”

She shifted slightly, muscles rippling under her sleek, pink fur as she readied herself to move forward, hiding as much as possible. Her breath came steady, barely audible, mixing with the blorp… groan… blorp… of her stomach.

“Their fight’s entertaining, but it only makes them easier to catch,” Pearl whispered with a smirk. “Soon… soon they’ll see what happens when a big, alpha Vaporeon decides it’s hungry.”

Flygon leaped and lunged, dashing toward the explorers with her maw wide open, preparing herself to swallow them with a triumphant smirk. “This is going to be easy!” she hissed, eyes glinting.

Sneasel and Tepig tried to rise on their feet but they were too worn out to do so, hugging each other and accepting their fate with their eyes closed. “W-we’re done for…” Tepig whispered. “At least we’re together,” Sneasel muttered, squeezing his friend’s shoulder.

At that precise moment, Pearl rose on her feet and showed up behind the explorers, dashing forward toward Flygon whose eyes widened in shock when she spotted the huge Vaporeon running toward her. “W-what…?” Flygon gasped, trying to change her direction but the inertia made it impossible.

Pearl grinned and used Double Edge on Flygon, sending her colliding against a tree, sliding through the wood and landing on the floor barely conscious. Pearl stood between Flygon and the explorers, feigning sympathy toward Sneasel and Tepig, flicking her tail and glancing over her shoulder to wink at them. “You’re safe now,” she said playfully.

Flygon groaned, admitting that a huge Vaporeon getting in her way was not something she had expected. Pearl used Hydro Pump on Flygon, striking hard and making her yelp. “Keep your mouth shut,” Pearl told her firmly.

The explorers were dumbfounded by what they were seeing.

“I-is that a shiny alpha Vaporeon?” Tepig gasped.
“She is huge!” Sneasel added, wide-eyed.
“She saved us…” Tepig whispered, still trembling.

Sneasel blinked, still hugging Tepig tightly. “W-wait, is she protecting us?” His sharp eyes scanned Pearl’s massive, glistening body. “I… I’ve never seen a Vaporeon that big, she’s like a mountain!”

Tepig’s ears twitched nervously. “And… shiny? Look at her… the skin… it’s pink! And those eyes…” His snout twitched as he looked up at the towering alpha vaporeon. “She… she saved us from Flygon!”

Pearl’s cheeks puffed out slightly as a faint gurgle echoed from her stomach, unnoticed by the explorers. She tilted her head, lips curling into a playful smirk. “Hehe… yes, I’m an alpha. A shiny alpha,” she murmured, flexing her forelegs as if to emphasize her strength. “And I don’t like others messing with little treats like you two.”

Flygon groaned beneath her, claws scrabbling against the dirt in a futile attempt to rise. “You… y-you… how are you so… massive?!” she hissed, voice cracking with exhaustion and disbelief. Pearl flicked her ears, leaning closer to the dragon’s muzzle.

“Shhh… you’ll only make it worse for yourself if you complain,” Pearl said softly, her voice dripping with amused superiority. Her tail swayed behind her, stirring the fallen leaves, as she crouched slightly, eyes glinting. “I suggest you stay quiet…

Tepig’s eyes were wide, awe and relief mingling as he whispered, “I… I’ve never seen anything like her… She saved us… really saved us.”

Pearl flicked her ears again, swaying her tail, and gave a small, playful purr. “Hmm… you’re welcome, little ones,” she said softly, letting out a faint blorp from her stomach, rubbing it lightly with her paw.

Pearl’s stomach let out a faint gurgle that rumbled through the clearing, unnoticed by the explorers but audible to Flygon. She patted her round belly with a paw, eyes narrowing with amusement. “Hehe… and all this excitement worked up quite an appetite,” she murmured softly.

Flygon, still trying to rise, hissed, “Do you think you can… stop me?! I’ll… I’ll—!”

“Shhh,” Pearl interrupted, voice smooth as flowing water, leaning forward slightly so her nose almost brushed against the dragon’s. “You’ll only make it worse for yourself if you keep squirming. Rest… and think about how quickly a big girl like me can handle you.”

Her tail flicked lazily, sweeping a small cloud of dust and leaves behind her, and her eyes glimmered with a teasing light.

Flygon groaned in pain, panting due to the huge impact she had just received. “Ugh… I… I didn’t expect—” she hissed, trying to rise, her wings trembling from the strain.

Pearl’s eyes glimmered as she watched her opponent. “Aww, that’s very cute,” she purred, activating Protect as the dragon unleashed a Dragon Pulse. The glowing energy struck the barrier harmlessly.

Flygon flapped her wings frantically, attempting to escape, but Pearl gracefully stood on her forelegs for a few seconds, spinning with surprising agility for her massive size. Her tail lashed like a whip, slamming Flygon into the ground with a heavy thud. Pearl returned to all fours, the small quake under her weight vibrating through the earth.

Pearl let out a pleased hmph, swaying her tail mockingly. “You’re not going anywhere, silly dragon,” she said, licking her lips.

Tepig and Sneasel watched, eyes wide. Tepig’s jaw dropped. “S-she’s… powerful!” he whispered, trembling.

Sneasel shivered, claws gripping the dirt. “Her… power… it’s unreal…”

Pearl glanced over her shoulder, her smile widening as she turned and sat on her butt in front of the two explorers. The earth trembled beneath her, lifting them a couple of inches from the ground and almost making them lose their balance.

“Whoa—whoa, steady!” Tepig cried, flailing slightly.

“Easy there…!” Sneasel stammered, trying to keep his footing.

Pearl arched a brow, tail flicking lazily behind her. “You two can praise me more, you know. Don’t be shy,” she teased, giggling. “I’m Pearl. And what are a couple of small explorers like you doing here?”

Sneasel gulped audibly, his ears twitching nervously. “W-we… we were just… um… fighting Flygon…”

“Y-yes… to retrieve stolen goods,” Tepig added, eyes darting between her imposing bulk and her tail swaying behind her.

Pearl chuckled softly, the sound rich and melodic. “Hmm, that figures. Everyone always gets overwhelmed by my godly body at first,” she admitted, patting her pudgy belly. “But don’t worry. You’ll get used to it eventually.”

Tepig blinked rapidly. “G-godly… body…?”

Sneasel shivered again, whispering to his friend, “I don’t think I’m ready for this…”

Pearl giggled at their reactions, leaning forward slightly to make her shadow stretch over them. “Relax, little ones. I’m very friendly, as long as you don’t make me mad.”

Tepig swallowed audibly, trying to muster courage. “Uh… w-we won’t! Promise!”

Sneasel nodded furiously. “Y-yeah… we… we won’t—please don’t hurt us!”

Pearl leaned back on her rump, swishing her tail in slow circles. “Good. That’s better. But don’t get too comfortable. Big girls like me… well, we do get hungry sometimes.”

The two explorers exchanged panicked glances, Sneasel muttering, “I think she really does get hungry…”

Pearl’s gaze softened slightly, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. “Relax, relax… for now. I just wanted to meet you properly. But if you’re planning on exploring more, you’ll have to be careful.”

Pearl’s chuckle rumbled through the ground, her tail flicking lazily. “Don’t worry. Stick close to me, and maybe you’ll get to see more… up close.”

Tepig tilted his head, his small nose twitching as he asked cautiously, “Uh… Miss Pearl… if you don’t mind me asking… what exactly… did you eat to get so… big?”

Sneasel immediately hissed, putting a claw on Tepig’s shoulder. “Tepig! Don’t ask her something like that! It’s… it’s rude!”

Pearl let out a melodic laugh, the sound vibrating through the ground. “Oh, it’s quite alright, little ones,” she said, waving a paw dismissively. “I get asked that all the time.”

She arched a brow, giving them a teasing wink. “I make sure to eat properly… and frequently. A big girl like me needs her sustenance.” Her paw slid over her rounded belly, and the soft, fleshy mass sloshed slightly before settling, giving a small, wet blorp sound.

Both explorers looked away immediately, cheeks flushing a deep crimson. Tepig muttered, “I-I… wasn’t expecting that…”

Sneasel’s claws dug slightly into the dirt as he stammered, “Y-yeah… that’s… um…”

Pearl noticed their reactions and giggled softly, tail flicking behind her. “Heh, you two are adorable… and quite soft as well,” she murmured.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she pulled her massive forepaws behind them, her claws barely brushing the ground as she guided the two explorers closer to her enormous midsection.

“Come on now,” she said with a smirk, letting them sink gently into the squishy flab. The soft flesh enveloped them with a warm, pliable pressure, molding to their small forms.

Tepig let out a startled squeak as he sank a little deeper. “M-MMPPHH!”

Sneasel struggled for a moment, trying to wiggle free, and his muffled protest was equally audible. “MMMPPHS! W-what…?”

Pearl’s smile widened, eyes glimmering with amusement. “Ohhh, don’t stop now, little ones,” she purred. “You’re giving me an amazing belly rub.” She leaned back slightly, letting the weight of her upper body settle and adding a soft, rhythmic pressure with her forepaws. Each movement made her gut jiggle and squish around them.

The explorers’ muffled noises and flailing paws only made her chuckle louder. “Heh… yes, yes… just like that. Perfect…” She tilted her head, closing her eyes briefly as she savored the sensation. “Such diligent helpers… you two really know how to take care of a big girl.”

Tepig’s small ears flattened in embarrassment. “I… I didn’t mean to… I…”

Sneasel’s whiskers twitched. “I-I… it’s not what it looks like!”

Pearl opened one eye lazily, letting her gaze settle on them with a teasing glint. “Of course it isn’t… but don’t worry. I won’t let a little curiosity go to waste.” Her tail swished behind her, sending gentle ripples through the floor as she shifted slightly, the squishy warmth of her belly enveloping the explorers even more.

“M-MMPPHH!” Tepig squeaked again, burying his face in the soft mass.

Pearl chuckled, letting out a soft, satisfied purr. “Perfect, just perfect… keep going, little ones. You’re making me very happy.”

Suddenly, Pearl’s enormous gut let out a wet, rolling gurgle that reverberated through the ground. Tepig and Sneasel squeaked in surprise, clutching each other as the vibrations pressed them lightly against the squishy belly they had just been massaging.

“M-MMPPHH!!” Tepig squeaked, his small body bouncing slightly as the shockwave moved through Pearl’s flab.

Sneasel’s claws dug into the soft flesh, trying to steady himself. “Whoa… that’s… uh… intense!” he mumbled, muffled against the warm surface.

Pearl finally released her forepaws, letting the tiny explorers gasp for air. Her tail flicked lazily behind her as she giggled, a teasing grin stretching across her muzzle.

“There you go, little ones… breathe freely again,” she purred. Her eyes glimmered with mischief as she tilted her head. “But… if you really want me to press you against my soft, squishy body… all you have to do is ask.”

Tepig’s ears flopped forward, his snout turning a deep crimson. “I-I… we… we didn’t mean—”

Sneasel’s whiskers twitched, and he stammered, “Y-yeah… that’s… that’s not—”

Pearl chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through the surrounding trees. “Hehe… don’t be shy. I love seeing cute little faces like yours blush.”

Behind her, a sharp, irate cry cut through the forest. “I’m not going to let you make fun of me!” Flygon snapped, her eyes narrowing as she shook the impact off and rose to her feet.

Her wings flexed, sending a gust of wind through the leaves as she lunged toward Pearl with teeth bared and claws ready.

“Look out!” Tepig yelled, tumbling backward and clutching Sneasel.

“Pearl! She’s attacking!” Sneasel added, his claws flexing instinctively.

Pearl’s eyes gleamed with playful mischief. “Oh? You want a piece of me?” she purred, rising onto her forelegs gracefully, her massive frame looming over the forest floor. With a powerful thrust of her hindquarters and a slight twist of her body, she propelled herself backward, using her forepaws for balance.

Flygon’s momentum carried her straight toward Pearl—but she didn’t stand idly by. With a swift, precise movement, Pearl used her colossal ass to pin the dragon to the thick trunk of a massive tree. The impact sent a deafening WHUMP echoing through the forest, and Flygon’s bag slipped from her claws.

Flygon hissed, struggling futilely against Pearl’s weight. “Grrr… y-you’re—heavy!”

Pearl smirked, shifting her hips slightly to make the dragon wobble beneath her. “Ohhh… I know, sweetie,” she purred, tail swishing behind her in a slow, taunting arc. “And you thought you could mess with me? Hehe… let’s see how you endure this fat ass of mine.”

Tepig and Sneasel’s eyes widened as they watched, their mouths gaping. “She… she just—pinned her with her butt?!” Tepig whispered in disbelief.

Sneasel’s claws flexed nervously, tail twitching. “That’s… insane… she’s a giant!”

Pearl leaned back slightly, pressing her weight just enough to make Flygon squirm. “That’s right, little dragon. Not so quick to show off now, huh?” She gave a soft, satisfied hum, rubbing the tree trunk lightly with her rump and letting out a playful, echoing chuckle.

Flygon hissed, trying to twist beneath Pearl. “Y-you’re… fat…!”

“Oh, I know,” Pearl replied, winking at the tiny explorers who were crouched in front of her, eyes wide with awe and fear. “But don’t worry… I might let you watch the show a little longer.” Her tail flicked again, sending a gentle breeze that rustled the leaves, while the weight of her rump continued to keep Flygon pinned firmly in place.

Flygon groaned, her scales rattling under Pearl’s immense weight. “Grrr… get your disgusting ass off me, Vaporeon, or you’ll regret it!” she hissed, thrashing her tail and trying to lever herself upright, claws scraping against the tree trunk.

Pearl rolled her eyes, letting out a slow, teasing chuckle. She pressed herself down just a little harder, feeling the dragon squirm beneath her. “Regret? Hmm… I’m not feeling very regretful,” she purred, tail flicking lazily behind her. “Honestly… I’m loving using you as a seat.” She gave a little wiggle, the pressure of her butt shifting slightly, making Flygon squeak and shiver.

Sneasel peeked out from behind Pearl, whispering urgently to Tepig, “Th-that butt… it should be considered a weapon of mass destruction…”

Tepig’s snout twitched, and he nodded nervously, whispering back, “Y-yeah… just… look at it…” His small body shivered as Pearl’s massive form loomed above them.

Pearl, catching their conversation, chuckled deeply, letting out a wet, playful sound. She gave the two explorers a toothy grin that made their faces drain of color, eyes widening in disbelief. “I heard that,” she said, voice lilting with amusement.

Her tail swayed behind her, splashing the shallow water of the riverbank. “But don’t worry… you’d be terrible cushions anyway,” she murmured, tilting her head thoughtfully. Then, almost to herself, she added with a wicked smirk, “You’ll be much better… as appetizers for me.”

Tepig tilted his head. “Did you say som—”

Pearl shook her head with a playful flick of her ear, cutting him off. “Nothing, dear,” she said lightly, patting her rounded belly with one forepaw. Her tail swayed behind her with a slow, teasing rhythm.

Flygon growled and braced her legs, attempting to push Pearl off with all her strength. The tree trunk scraped as she shoved, her wings fluttering violently, claws digging into the forest floor. “Get off me! You think you can just—ugh!”

Pearl smirked, shifting her hips slightly to make the dragon writhe beneath her. Her grin widened from side to side, her teeth gleaming in the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees. “Hehe… keep trying, little dragon,” she purred. “I’m curious… how long will it take before you realize it’s hopeless?”

Flygon gritted her teeth, lungs heaving as she strained to lift the massive eeveelution. “Impossible… this… this weight…!” she groaned, shaking with effort.

Pearl leaned back slightly, resting her forepaws on the ground as she giggled, letting the subtle quake of her body vibrate through Flygon. “Ohhh… I know, sweetie,” she said, her voice teasing and low. “But you do look adorable trying… like a tiny little bug under a giant paw.” Her tail flicked lazily again, hitting a branch with a soft snap, sending leaves fluttering down around the dragon.

Sneasel whispered to Tepig again, both of them pressed close together behind Pearl. “If she sat on me… I’d—”

“I’d never move again,” Tepig finished, his voice trembling.

Pearl’s ears perked at that, and she glanced over her shoulder with a sly smirk. “Ahh… I heard that too,” she teased, voice echoing just slightly in the clearing. “Don’t worry… I’m sure I’ll find someone much better to sit on later,” she added, letting out a soft, playful hum that made Flygon groan even harder beneath her weight.

Flygon thrashed again, gritting her teeth, “Ugh… you’re insane! I… I will get rid of you!”

Pearl’s grin widened impossibly further, tail wagging with slow, lazy precision. “Mmm… keep trying, little dragon,” she purred, swaying her massive hips ever so slightly. “I don’t think you’ll move me… not today.”

Her forepaws dug lightly into the ground as she leaned forward, tail flicking with every tiny twitch of her rump, while the faint gurgles of her belly beneath her and the sway of her hips reminded Flygon—and the two stunned explorers—just how massive and immovable the shiny alpha truly was.

Flygon braced herself against the tree, claws digging into the bark, tail whipping behind her for balance. She pressed her back against the trunk and shoved with all her might, forcing her limbs to sink deeply into Pearl’s soft, squishy flab.

The vaporeon let out a low, playful chuckle, her cheeks puffing slightly as if she were genuinely surprised. However, to give Flygon some hope, she feigned as if she was being lifted by the goun-type’s effort.

“Ohh!” Pearl gasped, rising a paw to cover her mouth in mock shock, glancing over her shoulder at the struggling dragon. “You’re stronger than I thought!” she admitted, her voice teasing and lilting. “I’m curious, let’s see how long you can keep this up!”

Sneasel and Tepig stood frozen, their eyes wide as saucers. Tepig whispered under his breath, “I-I can’t believe what I’m seeing…”

Sneasel’s claws flexed nervously. “She’s enormous! And Flygon… she’s actually pushing her?!”

Pearl caught the glance from the two explorers and winked, the movement slow and deliberate, sending them both into stunned silence. They could only gape, unable to speak, caught between fear, awe, and the absurdity of the scene.

Meanwhile, Flygon’s limbs trembled from the effort, her wings twitching as she struggled to lift Pearl’s enormous weight. “Ugh… almost there!” she groaned, teeth clenched, scales straining under pressure.

Pearl leaned slightly forward, her hips shifting against Flygon’s chest in a teasing rhythm. “Ohh… feeling a little weak, are we? Look at those arms… wobbly already,” she taunted, voice silky and mocking. “Seems like my butt is doing all the work for you!” She gave a small wiggle, the soft flab of her rump jiggling under Flygon’s hands.

Flygon’s groan deepened, frustration mixing with exertion. “Ngh… I… I won’t… give up!” She tried another push, quivering with the effort as sweat glistened along her scales. The tree behind her rattled slightly under the repeated pressure, sending leaves fluttering down.

Pearl’s tail swayed lazily, flicking across the forest floor with subtle force, as if punctuating every movement of her hips. She leaned back just slightly, loosening her weight a bit to let Flygon think she was being lifted, then pressed down again with a soft hmph. “False alarm,” she murmured, voice playful. “You seem to enjoy being my seat, huh?”

Flygon let out a muffled groan, the sound vibrating through Pearl’s thick flab, but her limbs shook as the effort drained her.

Sneasel whispered to Tepig, trembling. “She’s… she’s mocking Flygon…”

Tepig’s ears drooped, shivering. “Yeah…”

Pearl’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she shifted her hips slightly again, wiggling just enough to make Flygon squirm. “Ohhh… yes… just a little more… you’re so persistent,” she purred. “I love a strong one, but I’m still in charge here.”

Flygon’s tail lashed, and her claws scraped against the ground as she gasped and strained. “Y-you… you’re disgusting!”

Pearl giggled, swaying her massive hips in a slow circle, the soft jiggling of her flab sending subtle tremors through the tree and the ground around them. “Hehe… disgusting?” she repeated, her voice dripping with amusement. “No, sweetie… I’m fun. And I’m giving you such a delightful workout!”

Sneasel and Tepig glanced at each other, wide-eyed and speechless. Tepig whispered, “…I don’t even know how to explain this to anyone…”

Sneasel’s claws flexed nervously. “Just… don’t touch her belly, okay? Not even a little…”

Pearl, overhearing, let out a soft, teasing hum. “Ohh… you two are so cute. Maybe later… if I’m in the mood,” she said, sticking her tongue out playfully. Her tail swished lazily, and the soft sway of her thighs made Flygon groan even louder, unable to budge the massive vaporeon.

Flygon’s strength waned further, limbs trembling, and she let out a defeated huff. Pearl leaned back slightly, resting her forepaws on the forest floor with a pleased hmph, her belly softly jiggling under her own weight. “See? I told you… it’s much easier when you just give in.” She tilted her head, eyes sparkling with amusement, as she gave her ass a little shift that made Flygon groan again.

Pearl’s gut let out a wet, hungry groan that rippled through her huge middle. She looked down at her belly with a grin, patting it casually, feeling it bounce and slosh faintly beneath her pudge. “Ahhh… that feels so good,” she murmured, rubbing it slowly, her tail flicking behind her in rhythm with the motion.

Her gaze settled on the bag lying on the forest floor beside her. Her eyes sparkled, lips parting as she licked them hungrily. “Time for a little appetizer,” she purred, crouching slightly and stretching a forepaw toward the bag.

Flygon hissed from beneath her, muffled and frustrated. “Ngh… d-don’t touch my stuff!”

Pearl rolled her eyes and pressed herself down harder, her weight pinning the dragon. “Ohhh, hush,” she teased, extending her foreleg and wrapping it around the bag, holding it above her head. She shook it playfully, causing the contents to jingle and rattle. “Hmm… I’m too hungry to care what’s inside,” she chuckled, her voice light and teasing.

Sneasel clawed at the ground, hissing in alarm. “Hey! Stop that! That’s not yours!”

Ignoring him completely, Pearl opened her maw wide, her fangs glinting slightly in the dappled sunlight. With a swift motion, she turned the bag upside down, and all its contents—berries, gummis, orbs, ribbons, TMs, fruit—vanished into the pink abyss of her mouth.

She closed her jaws with a satisfied snap and began chewing, murmuring happily, flicking her ears, and wagging her tail as strings of saliva glistened at the corners of her mouth.

“Mmm… delicious… crunchy… tasty…” she purred, her eyes closing for a moment in pleasure.

Sneasel’s claws twitched, trying to protest. “Y-you can’t just—”

Pearl ignored him completely, tilting her head back with a soft hmph, letting the bulge of the swallowed items travel down her thick neck. Sneasel and Tepig froze, staring in awe until the bulge vanished beneath her collarbone. Her belly let out a low, satisfied gurgle that echoed faintly through the forest, vibrating the ground beneath them.

“Mmm… that hit the spot,” Pearl murmured, patting her middle again. Her eyes glinted mischievously as she wiggled slightly, feeling her stomach settle with a pleased, satisfied squelch. “What a tasty little appetizer… I wonder what else I can find today,” she added, letting her tail flick lazily in the air.

Sneasel’s claws dug into the dirt, his eyes wide and glinting with frustration. “Those… those were the stolen items we were trying to retrieve from Flygon!” he exclaimed, voice sharp and trembling.

Pearl let out a low, musical chuckle, tilting her head slightly. She raised a claw to her teeth, dragging it slowly to clean off the faint remnants of berries and other goodies, flicking the leftover bits into the grass with a delicate flick.

Her lips glistened slightly, and she licked them with satisfaction before patting her pudgy gut with a forepaw, feeling it jiggle under her touch. “Heehee… they’re eaten items now,” she said in a sing-song tone, her voice teasing and light.

Sneasel’s ears twitched nervously. “I… I don’t know what we’re going to do now! Our mission was to get the stolen goods back!”

Pearl waved a paw dismissively, the tip of her tail swaying behind her in a lazy arc. “Relax,” she cooed, her tone playful but commanding. “I deserve a little reward for having saved you from that naughty Flygon.”

She groaned slightly at the movement of her prey beneath her, rubbing her thick rump casually against Flygon, who squirmed in protest, muffled but unmistakable. Pearl arched a brow teasingly, her smirk widening as she watched Sneasel’s reaction.

Tepig’s ears flicked nervously but he tried to maintain composure. “It’s okay, Sneasel… we can find replacements for what she ate,” he said softly, glancing at the huge vaporeon with a mixture of awe and relief. “She’s right… we would have been at Flygon’s mercy if she hadn’t intervened.”

Pearl’s eyes sparkled, and she nodded approvingly. “Exactly! And besides…” She lowered herself onto her crossed forepaws, letting her massive frame press lightly against the earth, her soft belly wobbling slightly as she shifted.

Her head tilted at the explorers’ level, and she waved a paw toward them in an inviting motion. “Come closer,” she purred, eyes locked on theirs, the edges of her lips curling into a playful smile.

Sneasel glanced at Tepig, whispering, “She’s… plotting something…”

Tepig nodded nervously, his small frame tense. “Y-yeah… but we… we owe her… for saving us.”

Pearl’s tail swished back and forth, tapping lightly against the ground with each slow, deliberate movement of her body. “Good,” she said softly, her voice calm but teasing. “Step forward. I won’t hurt you.”

The two explorers shuffled forward, cautiously, eyes darting from her jiggling belly to her sparkling gaze. Pearl leaned her head slightly to the side, letting a soft chuckle escape as she observed them. “Ohhh… you both smell so interesting,” she murmured, patting her gut again, feeling it wobble and slosh faintly beneath her paws.

Suddenly, Pearl’s enormous gut let out a loud, wet gurgle: GLUUURRRSSSSHH. Her cheeks puffed out like a balloon, and before Tepig or Sneasel could even react, the huge vaporeon unleashed a thunderous burp right into their faces.

“BUUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPP!!”

The shockwave pushed them backward; droplets of saliva clung to their fur as they yelped in surprise, stumbling and rolling a few meters across the dirt before finally coming to a halt.

Tepig’s ears twitched, and he lay flat on his back, blinking rapidly. “O-ow… wh-what was that?!” he stammered, trying to shake off the clingy droplets.

Sneasel gagged slightly, pressing his claws to his mouth and wobbling upright while sitting. “Ugh… gross! She—she just… burped into us!”

Pearl closed her mouth with a soft click, her eyes squinting in amusement. She let out a soft, unapologetic giggle, patting her soft side as her tail wagged lazily. “Heehee… that feels so much better! I was a bit bloated after that wonderful appetizer I had,” she said, her voice light and teasing.

Tepig coughed lightly, glancing over at Sneasel. “I… I didn’t expect that… that was loud!”

Sneasel shook his head, trying to regain his composure. “I mean… wow, she has no manners at all!”

Flygon, still pinned beneath Pearl’s ass against the tree, snapped angrily. “You… you have zero respect, fatass! Get off me this instant!” she hissed, trying to push against Pearl’s immense weight with her claws, but it was no use.

Pearl rolled her eyes lazily and pressed herself down a little harder against the tree. “Hmph… manners? I can be well-mannered… if I want to,” she replied with a teasingly smug tone, flicking her tail behind her.

Her gaze shifted to the bag lying on the ground, now damp and partially squished. Pearl tilted her head, inspecting it with exaggerated deliberation. “Hmm… a little messy, but it works,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eye, using it as a makeshift napkin.

She held it for a moment, rolling her shoulders with satisfaction, then tossed it into her mouth and swallowed it cleanly, humming with pleasure.

Tepig’s little snout twitched, and he let out a nervous chuckle. “Hahaha… that was… kinda funny…”

Sneasel groaned, brushing his fur. “Funny? No… that was weird! Absolutely weird!”

Pearl’s ears flicked back as she glanced at them, letting out a soft laugh. “Oh, don’t be such sourpusses,” she teased. “I like keeping things entertaining. And you two were so cute while rolling around. It’s amusing.”

Sneasel blinked, his ears flicking nervously. “Am- amusing? You just… burped on us!”

Tepig muttered under his breath, “Yeah… and ate a bag like it was candy…”

Pearl’s eyes sparkled, and she leaned forward slightly, her massive shoulders wobbling as she shifted. “Well, you’re both still here, aren’t you?” she said teasingly.

“Lucky for you, I’m feeling generous today. But don’t get any ideas, I’m still hungry, and this belly isn’t going to fill itself.” Her tail swayed in long, lazy arcs, sending small ripples through the grass.

Pearl slowly rose onto her feet, her enormous pink belly wobbling and jiggling with the motion. A deep, wet gurgle escaped her stomach, echoing faintly across the clearing. She glanced down at the two explorers, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Well… now that you’re safe,” she purred, rubbing her side with one forepaw, “maybe you could offer a little snack to sate a kind savior’s appetite? A big girl like me,” she chuckled, patting her round, soft middle, “needs much more to feel truly satisfied.”

Flygon’s neck suddenly peeked up from behind Pearl’s left thigh, the dragon’s eyes narrowing as she hissed, “You… you pink slob! No wonder you’re so fat!” She struggled and wriggled, managing to free her upper body partially from beneath the Vaporeon.

Pearl groaned softly, amused, and lazily pressed the tip of her tail against Flygon’s head. “Heehee… nope, can’t have you moving too much,” she said, adjusting her weight so that Flygon’s writhing was limited.

Her hips shifted playfully, settling more comfortably, and she let out a soft giggle. “I like having you as a seat,” she teased, the squishy flab of her ass wobbling under her own mass.

She felt weak punches and kicks against her butt, muffled threats and hisses barely audible. “Mmhm, such spirited little things,” Pearl murmured, swishing her tail with delight.

Turning her gaze back to the two small explorers, she tilted her head with curiosity. “And you,” she said, her voice teasingly sweet, “anything edible you have… I’ll happily take it. I’m not picky.”

Sneasel crossed his arms, unimpressed. “You are serious, huh? After seeing you munch on ribbons, TMs, and bags like they were candy?”

Pearl flicked an ear, giving a small laugh. “Of course I’m serious. A big girl like me needs sustenance and I love a good treat,” she purred.

Tepig grinned, patting his little bag. “Well, I happen to have some supplies! Let’s see… four Oran berries, five apples, three common seeds, two Pecha berries, one Chesto berry… oh, and six Max Elixirs!” He held it all out, his ears twitching nervously as he glanced up at her enormous bulk.

Pearl’s eyes lit up, and she let out a gleeful squeak. She dropped down onto her belly, letting her forepaws clap together with excitement. “Ooooh, Tepig, you’re so nice! My stomach is going to be sooo happy…” Her chest and belly let out a loud, greedy gurgle as she shifted her weight slightly, making the water from earlier in the river slosh faintly across her flanks.

Sneasel squinted at Tepig. “Wait… are you actually going to give her all that?”

Tepig nodded with a determined smile. “Y-yeah! She’s nice, and… well, now we don’t have to do anything else here. She saved us from Flygon, remember?”

Pearl’s tail flicked behind her, sending ripples across the grass. “Heehee… that’s my good little boy,” she purred, leaning forward slightly as her gaze settled on the tiny pile of items. “Don’t worry… I’ll take good care of everything you give me,” she teased, a huge, wet gurgle echoing once more as her tongue darted out to lick her lips in anticipation.

Pearl’s ears flicked back as she winked at them both, a playful smirk spreading across her face. “Oh, don’t worry… a kind girl like me always appreciates her appetizers.” And with that, she leaned down eagerly, ready to feast on the treats they had gathered for her.

Pearl leaned forward slightly, her massive paws pressing against the ground as she opened her maw wide. The explorers froze, staring into the pink abyss of her mouth. Faint pulses moved through the cavernous interior, and thin strands of saliva stretched and snapped back, glistening in the light.

Sneasel shivered involuntarily, his claws gripping the dirt beneath him. Nope… nope… nope… he thought, imagining himself slipping down into that squishy, pulsing place, and shrugged nervously as if to shake the image away.

Pearl’s ears flicked, and she let out a soft chuckle. “Heehee… if you want to join the items, all you have to do is ask,” she teased, her voice dripping with amusement.

Sneasel’s eyes widened instantly, his fur standing on end. “N-no! I-I’m good, thank you!” he stammered, flailing his arms and turning his head away. Tepig let out a nervous little laugh at his friend’s reaction, hiding a grin behind his snout.

“Ohhh, poor little Sneasel,” Pearl cooed, tilting her head and wiggling her tongue inside her mouth. She pointed it teasingly toward the back of her throat. “If you have any useless orbs or ribbons, you can toss them in here too. I’m sure my tummy will make good use of them.”

Tepig quickly rummaged through his bag, eyes darting nervously at Pearl’s gleaming maw. “Uh… okay, I guess we can get rid of a couple of orbs and three ribbons,” he muttered, holding them up. “We have a lot anyway.”

Sneasel took a few step backs, crossing his arms and muttering, “I’m staying as far away as possible in case she burps again…”

Pearl chuckled again, the sound rich and melodious, almost vibrating through the ground. “Do what you want, little Sneasel,” she purred, giving him a sly wink.

Tepig hesitated for a second, then flung the items toward Pearl’s open maw. They landed with a wet plop inside, and she snapped her jaws shut with a satisfying click. The large Vaporeon began to chew slowly, her teeth crunching lightly on the ribbons and orbs.

A small, pleased purr rumbled from her chest, vibrating through her entire bulk. Her tail wagged, swishing back and forth like a pendulum, while her ears flicked in delight at the sensation.

She tilted her head back, letting gravity assist her, and slowly swallowed the items. The explorers watched in awe as a subtle bulge moved down her enormous throat, disappearing beneath her collarbone.

Finally, Pearl let out a softer, yet still audible, belch: “BUUUUURRRRRRRPP!!” Her cheeks puffed slightly, and she licked her lips with satisfaction, a dreamy look crossing her face. “Ahhh… that was good,” she murmured, patting her huge, squishy belly, which jiggled faintly under her paw.

Tepig grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. “Uhh… I hope you liked it?”

Pearl’s eyes gleamed mischievously as she wagged her tail. “Liked it? Oh, honey… I loved it! My tummy is very happy now… but you know, a big girl like me always appreciates more.”

Sneasel groaned, muttering under his breath, “Why did I even let him do that…”

Pearl leaned forward slightly, tilting her head, a teasing smile curling across her lips. “Mmm? Did someone say something, little Sneasel? Don’t worry, I didn’t hear a thing…” She flicked her ear dismissively and let out a low, contented purr.

Tepig let out another small laugh, glancing nervously at his friend. “Well… she is huge… and she really likes her snacks,” he said, looking up at Pearl’s enormous frame, already plotting what other treats he could offer to keep the Vaporeon happy—and to stay on her good side.

Pearl’s belly let out another soft, satisfied gurgle. “Hmm… maybe just a little more… I’m feeling extra hungry now. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” she murmured, giving her huge middle a playful pat that made the squishy flab wobble delightfully under her paws.

Pearl’s enormous belly let out another wet, rumbling groan, reverberating through her massive pink flab. She patted it slowly, her forepaw sinking slightly into the soft, wobbling mound.

The flab jiggled and sloshed faintly for a few seconds, each motion accompanied by a satisfying gurgle. Her lips curled into a mischievous grin, and she pressed her forepaws against her cheeks, leaning on her elbows for leverage, tail swaying from side to side behind her like a playful pendulum.

“Heehee… hmm, I think I’m going to need something more filling than tiny little items,” she murmured, licking her lips in anticipation.

Sneasel crossed his arms, his eyes wide as he glanced nervously at Pearl’s massive, quivering form. “You’re… you’re a bottomless pit! We don’t have anything else to give you, Pearl!”

Tepig shook his head, glancing at the trapped Flygon beneath the ice. “Yeah… we should get going. Flygon’s already neutralized, and we still have a mission to finish.”

Pearl let out a faintly disappointed, drawn-out “Awww…” Her voice was playful, almost sing-song, as she plopped her massive paws against the ground. “Oh, come on… you could stay here a bit longer. I just found… hmm, what might finally fill me, at least for a little while.”

Tepig’s ears perked up in curiosity. “Wh-what do you mean? What is it?”

Pearl just licked her lips and tilted her head, smirking. “Oh, that’s a secret for now.” She pushed off the ground with her powerful forelegs and arched her back, raising her butt and finally relieving Flygon from her crushing weight.

The dragon gasped for air, her wings flaring slightly as she slid across the tree trunk, panting harshly.

Her scales glistened in the light, but she looked utterly worn out, too drained to even attempt moving. “Y-you… you nearly crushed me… I thought I was gonna suffocate,” she wheezed, rubbing at her sides, her tail drooping.

Pearl chuckled, wagging her tail behind her lazily. She then turned and unleashed a sudden, precise Ice Beam at the tree. The beam struck the wood with a harsh crack, freezing Flygon under a thick, glistening ice cap. “Now, stay perfectly still until I deal with you,” Pearl said, her eyes narrowing in mock discipline, her voice a playful warning that carried the weight of her towering bulk.

Sneasel and Tepig exchanged uneasy glances, stepping backward instinctively as Pearl began to circle them. Each step she took made the earth tremble faintly beneath her weight. Her eyes glimmered with a hungry, teasing light as she gazed at them from above.

“W-w-what are you doing, Pearl?” Sneasel squeaked, his tail twitching nervously.

Pearl licked her lips, letting out a soft hum as her tail swayed like a metronome behind her. “Oh, just deciding what to do next,” she said, voice dripping with amusement. “You two… might just be my next little appetizer.”

Tepig staggered back, his hooves scraping the ground. “A-appetizer?! Wait—you’re not serious, are you?”

Pearl tilted her head, considering them with a sly, predatory smile. “Oh, I am serious, little piggy,” she purred. “Do you see that scaly cushion behind me?” She gestured with her massive tail at Flygon frozen beneath the ice with eyes widened in shock. “I am eating her right after you.”

Sneasel’s ears flattened and he muttered, “This is insane…”

Pearl’s gaze flicked between the two explorers, nostrils flaring as she sniffed the air, her maw curving into a teasing grin. “Mmm… you smell delicious too. I wonder how long it’ll take me to digest you.”

Tepig gulped audibly, glancing at Sneasel. “S-Sneasel, she’s not joking.”

Sneasel nodded, his claws flexing anxiously. “We need a plan… but I think it’s too late to back out now.”

Pearl crouched slightly, letting her bulk loom over them. Each movement caused her pudgy flab to wobble, her stomach gurgling softly with anticipation. “Ohhh… don’t look so scared. I promise I’ll be gentle,” she murmured, her voice a silky, teasing drawl. “But a big girl like me needs her satisfaction.”

Tepig and Sneasel stepped back instinctively, eyes wide, hearts hammering as Pearl’s tail swayed closer, brushing faintly against the floor and sending vibrations through the earth. “I-I… we need to think of something…” Sneasel muttered, but even he couldn’t tear his gaze away from Pearl’s enormous, playful form.

Pearl’s belly gave a small, wet gurgle in response, almost like an echo of her amusement. “Hmm… yes… that’s right,” she said softly, patting her huge midsection. “I’m eating all of you whether you like it or not.”

Tepig whimpered and Sneasel let out a low hiss, their nervous energy thick in the air as Pearl’s predatory, teasing grin widened from side to side.