A continuation of the previous Mawile sketches. Writing by  hibbyjibby , thanks for that.

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-SNAP- echoed the loud, sudden sound right behind the female Mawille's head. She jumped, piping up at loud surprise behind her head. "Eep! What, again now? Damn it!" she said, lamenting her misfortune as she felt her secondary mouth, this gargantuan, hulking limb that, she could swear had a mind of it's own, snapping and sealing shut around some poor innocent by-standard once again. In mere moments, she felt their struggling and squirming mass inside her second mouth slide effortlessly into her stomach. It ballooned and swelled in size, the fierce movements of her unintentional prey bulging out with intense effort. But only muffled cries and grunts escaped from this Mawille's prison of gurgling, constricting flesh, along with maybe a quiet, girly "Urp! Uh, excuse me!"



She sighed, planting her face right right into her hands, hanging her head in disappointment. "Can't you NOT eat people for -one-second?! First it was that guy, and he ended up in my chest, and now this poor somebody's in my belly! Ugh! H-How did you even do either of these?!" she said, frustrated at her predicament as she raised her head, folding her arms across her large chest. The audible slosh and gurgle of her gut, a sign her stomach was hard at work at digesting her newly acquired prey, was the very thing she desperately did not want to have happen right now. She furrowed her brow, before taking a few, quick nervous glances around her. Nobody else seemed to be nearby, as far as she could tell anyway, before she began to think to herself, though finding it somewhat tough in-between the sounds of frivolous escaping, grunting, and digesting.



"This feels kinda good actually, I mean I like feeling them stretch out my gut, and...I always liked curvier girls, and now I AM one so, that's kinda good...? I shouldn't enjoy this but I do! Something MUST be wrong with me." she thought, clearly not at all pleased with having been forcibly turned not just into a Pokemon, but a feminine one at that too. Quite the emasculating experience, but what could she do? She could do as much to escape from this suit as this innocent bystander in her rotund gut could escape from becoming a nourishing meal. It didn't help her thought process with their constant thrashing and rocking about, their fierce movements only making her stomach's noises louder and louder, echoing throughout the room more and more. "No, no that can't be it. It's the suit causing me to enjoy this. Yeah, yeah it's the suit, not me!" continued her thoughts, trying to shift any possible guilt away from her self-conscience.



Eventually she unfolded her arms, and placed her hands upon her breasts as her gaze turned downward, a look mixing uncertainty and arousal plastered onto her face, her nipples visibly erect from the mixture of erotica. She spoke aloud, saying "As if that guy from before hadn't made these melons big enough, he forced me go up by like five cups, easily! And now whoever this is, is just gonna make em bigger! They're still kinda sore, but rubbing em' makes me a bit too aroused for my own good when squirming around....Man, this sucks! Hmph!". With her complaints finally aired out, she decided that, with what's done is done, she might as well enjoy her time with this meal as best she can, her hands now moving over and firmly rubbing her engorged mid-section, her meal's movements no closer to stopping anytime soon. "Look, I'd get you out if I could but...I-I can't really do that! I can't even get out of this suit! So just, go on, digest quickly! And stop making my stomach make so many *weird* noises. Hey, stop it, I mean it!".

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