>>56829910POST HER DYING YIU NIGHER
GROW SOME BALLS OR SOME FORESKIN
This time around it writhed with
the largest single meal it had ever eaten, rivaling the size of standard meals of
giant-sized pokemon. The Flygon rested its neck on its engorged stomach. The trio was
hardly strong enough to give it more than a few seconds of gentle indigestion, but that
would fade as their fighting slowed. A sizable bubble of air crept toward the top of the
glutted gut through the struggling, and swiftly found its way up the pokemon’s throat.
BBwwuuuaaAAOORRRUUUOOOrrrrRRRPP !
An intense belch burst from Flygon’s maw along with several stringent, heavy droplets
of saliva. Its stomach tightened over the three inside, further accentuating their
contorted bodies around one another. Just as the current stomach residents stopped the
rampant struggling, the pokemon heard something from nearby. A secondary group of
two women had just come back to shore, both dripping wet and treading through the
sand a decent distance away.
Sonia and Nessa laughed to each other as they talked about plans after they headed
home, blissfully unaware of the scene that had happened just minutes before. The orange-haired woman wore a mint green bikini with three rows of frills on the top, while
the dark-haired woman was fitted with a red top and flowy, tied, black bottoms. It
wasn’t until Nessa noticed the stuffed Flygon that the two changed directions to
approach it. Even though it wasn’t a small pokemon, the extra weight in its stomach
severely impeded its ability to fly. Due to its now limited and grounded movement, the
pokemon lowered its head and antennae to seem afraid. The trainers took note and fell
for the bait, both reaching up to pat the pokemon’s head as it cowered.
“Aww, it’s okay. We’re not here to hurt ya,” Sonia said
Before Nessa even had a chance to chime in, Flygon’s head sprang up and snatched both
of their hands.
