>>48670487Yeah, I'm disappointed by the outdated stereotypes.
I just want a nice piece of smut where a bunch of shrunken trainers are in Gloria's spicy curry. They paddle and struggle with their weak, twiggy limbs to get their head above the saucy seas, only to gaze upon brownish eyes orbiting overhead like twin moons with a twinkle of engrossing hunger. Soon, that famished face is replaced with the silvery glisten of a spoon, scooping up archipelagos of the nourishment; along with fraction-of-a-bite sized people stuck inside. No matter what badges they gained on their quest, they don't even have the power to move as Gloria's gargantuan jaws part, letting out warm breaths of barely-contained anticipation.
They disappear soon after, barely even getting chewed; just shoveled down on murky seas to be processed by pulsating esophageal muscles, screams for mercy silenced in a single deep GULP.
Gloria would take spoonful after spoonful of the tiny flecks dotting her curry; teasing them by twirling the silverware in orbits, or stirring them in, or showing large chunks of their companions plastered on her majestic tongue before it slowly curls inwards.
The Galarian Behemoth may be a messy eater, and drop some trainers on her fluffy coat. They would be forced to listen to people melting away within the inescapable confines of her tummy. Screams slowly give way to almost hypnotic sloshing, as their nutrients become one within Gloria.
As she lifts the last of them to her awaiting maw, seemingly appetized by the cold sweat running down her tiny shivering neck, the trainer-turned-food pleads, "Why are you doing this?"
The wet, glossy lips part, dripping, the plush gates to the void that will be The ace trainer's new home. And Gloria responds, resonating voice echoing out of that cavernous smile, the very last human contact she'll receive beyond stomach gurgles and excited heartbeats:
"I'm bigger than you. I'm higher on the food chain. Get in my belly!" 
