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The flood of liquid rose over each
person’s body, fully coating them as it filled the available space. It nipped at their skin as
the process started, and turned hundreds of pounds of people into a thick chyme. The
once somewhat clear fluid became opaque as it was mixed with the meaty slurry it
created. Each bulge and outline softened as they were digested, becoming less
intelligible as time passed. Eventually, no one could be told apart, and would soon be
indistinguishable, their forms replaced by a soft, round, swollen orb in the pokemon’s
middle. Flygon’s taut stomach shrank with each bubble, gurgle, and groan until it was
nothing more than a slight bump by the time the sun set.
The pokemon lifted its head up to take its leave from the umbrella, and let out one final
monstrous belch.
BBWWUUOOaaaaaaooUUURRRRRRPPP !
And with that, Flygon vibrated its wings and took off.
