"No more! I can't eat any more!" said Miltank, tears streaming from her eyes and she was tied, spread-eagle, to the bed. Each hoof was secured by a firm, steel manacle to each of the four posts of their bed, and the mattress was groaning under her weight. Her udder was horribly distended, as was her belly and the thick rolls of fat jiggling off of her arms, legs, and underneath her chin. Her cunt, leaky and needy, was hidden beneath her leaking udder, and the feeling of it, empty and begging to be filled, made the bovine pokemon moan.
Lucario held up a small, unconcious pokemon in his hand, "Only one more," he said, the goomy struggling to wake up, "One more and it will be done."
The Miltank was woozy, and her stomach ached it was so full, but she opened her mouth dutifully. As soon as she did, Lucario stuffed the gooey slug dragon into her maw to join all the others.
"L-Lucario," she squeaked out, before she felt something deep inside her twitch and give.
"Goodbye doll," said Lucario, "Nice knowing you."
Almost immediately, the Miltank's distended body split at the sides and gore and intestines began to spill out. She screamed, and struggled against her bonds, but soon, it was done, and, all at once, she exploded outward, splashing the room in red, blubbery flesh, chunks of meat, and creamy milk mixed with blood.
Where the bovine formerly was, there was a fat, smiling, and very male Goodra lounging, rolling about in the blood. His cock was already erect, and he looked at Lucario expectantly.
"Father?" he asked.
"Yes son," said Lucario, before he climbed into bed, crawling over the chunks of his dead lover, and spread his velvety maw over his newborn son's hard cock.
