Doodle I did for Slurshie on FA and he was kind enough to write something up for it. Cute Umbreon gal apprehending some criminals and giving them a permanent stay in her curves--

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Frgrglrsh! Hrmgrmbl...

"Bwurph... You know, maybe if you hadn't been so cocky, you could have just ended up in a real jail instead. But, I think you're better off incarcerated this way." The sly jackal-morph shrugs as she snarks at her distended gut. Her tight suit strengthens its grip on her full belly and buxom bust as a result of the gesture, which coaxes a light moan from the overstuffed Umbreon. She lounges back in the luxury office chair she had trundled across. Her taut and shapely rear squeaking against the worn leather as she dreamily sighs from her prey-packed paunch rumbling beneath her fingers.

"You were so confident too. Now look where you three wound up. I guess I'm just too good sometimes. Or maybe you just went easy on me?" The moonlit anthro giggles.

"I think my favorite of the three of you was the Sylveon. You really thought that since you had a type advantage over me, that you automatically won? Heheh, oh, well. Your ribbons tickled my gullet all the way down, I'll give you that much, fairy cake." The Umbreon teasingly pushes back the bulge of a hand that protrudes from the round belly. "Of course, I can't leave the other two out. The Houndoom, you add a delightful spiciness to my breath, and every belch I can feel that fire mix with the sweetness of the Sylveon rush up my throat. And the Absol, well, you were an odd one to get down with that funky horn of yours, and you don't add much to the mix, but oh, are you filling. I'm glad I got to hunt you three down, you make a wonderful dinner for a hungry girl." She picks her teeth for any stray fur before releasing another uncouth belch. The huntress licks her chops to relish in the unique blend of tastes the belch brought up into her mouth.

Rrrrgggrrlllmbll!

"Oh, dear. Seems your time is running out. How will the titular trio ever slip out of this squishy situation?" She deviously grins while running an index finger across the contours of the stomach's bulges. Frantic squirming and sloshing swiftly turns into an ominous absence of life as the digestive noises pick up in audio and frequency. The Umbreon prods her belly, and is treated with a distinct softness as the swollen flesh rebounds from the press--briefly jiggling and sloshing as a result.

Slrsh... Flrsh... Glrp!

"A-Aaah..." The Umbreon cocks her head back and lets out a full blown moan. She can feel her fleshy pumps already siphoning the now-viscous vandals. Their warm, soupy essence becoming part of her body as her tits squeeze out against her rubbery suit. Those perky orbs swelling with milk and fat while trying to seemingly burst free from their compressive confines. She groans as she feels their bones and horns grind down in her bowels. The Umbreon mumbles as she gropes the lowermost part of her grumbling paunch in an attempt easing her discomfort.

The intestines pick up pace again after they had ground and absorbed the bones and horns of the trio, resulting in some explosive gains. Her breasts rapidly swell and stretch nearly twice their original size as her belly shrinks down to a more manageable size. Every pulse inside her intestines cause visible growths amongst her curves. The bubbly black ass threatens to tear her suit open once her guts finish up greedily absorbing the last of the criminals. Her thighs are nothing to scoff at either, with them jiggling with that deliciously plump rump at the slightest step. What grabbed her attention the most was her chubby belly. Its softness from the residual pudge was delightful to knead between her fingers, and it felt wonderful fighting back against the tightness of her sneaking suit. Her stealthy figure is ruined, but it's nothing she couldn't burn off… only to reacquire after another bounty hunt.

Brrrmmmbrll....

"A-Ah... And just like that, they're all mine.”

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WIPs:
https://imgur.com/a/GZZiJ

Umbreon, Houndoom, Sylveon, Absol © Nintendo

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