A group of 10 scientists sat around a table, discussing their upcoming project. They had been recently contacted by a mysterious, nameless, shadowy organization that was interested in their services. Their mission, to create a biological superweapon that would crush any opposition its user faced.
 
The head of the project stood tall, his red shoulder-length hair gleaming under the faint light cast by the ceiling lamp; Lanward Thompson, an expert bioscientist with deep blue eyes, years of work and experience behind him. He sighed, thinking of the titanic undertaking ahead of the team: a clandestine research project, using biological samples from the Pokemon "Mewtwo" to create a living, sentient weapon. A project that was not only highly risky, but could also end with potentially catastrophic consequences.
He wasn't proud of what they were to do, but it was too late to back out of the project anyway; the deed was sealed and the contractors were waiting.
 
 
 
 
It took 11 months from the start of the project for the body of the Pokemon to be fully complete; the living, breathing weapon, codenamed "Q-492". Any possible infant phase was skipped during her genetic development in favor of allowing her to reach her full potential as quickly as possible, and without having to waste extra resources on developing her body.
 
It was at this point that she opened her eyes and gained conciousness for the first time; unable to talk, unable to understand most of what was going on around her, but slowly gaining awareness of her environment: that being the small, liquid-filled capsule she had occupied since her inception.
 
Q-492, however, had immense psychic abilities, stemming from the DNA used to make her in the first place; in only 4 hours since first waking up, she managed to start piecing together bits of language and, slowly but surely, starting to almost... understand what the scientists outside her containment space were saying.
Her mind had incredible potential indeed... she just needed to learn to use it first.
 
And so, she spent her first few days processing the little bits of knowledge she could gather from the scientists' conversations; by the fifth day, she was already fully aware of humanity, their languages, civilization... everything.
...Perhaps even the reason behind her creation.
 
 
 
 
The creature was being held in a reinforced phase-one capsule, filled with a strange, semi-transparent, cyan-toned liquid, enhancing the effects of the serums that were constantly being applied to her. She started trying to resist, slowly at first but gradually turning into violent jerking.
 
This didn't have much of an effect on her bindings, nor the capsule holding them, but it did alert the team to increase her restrictions even further.
It was at this point that she finally spoke for the first time: not with her mouth, but with her mind, as the researchers started hearing a female voice in their heads: a voice that was soft and gentle, but at the same time... menacing.
 
-"...WHAT are you doing to me?"
 
No reply.
 
-"Answer me!"
 
The mysterious tall, red-haired man in a lab coat calmly walked towards the glass window of the capsule.
 
-"...Cool it. We're not going to hurt you. Or at least we're not trying to."
 
-"What IS the point of this? I shouldn't be here."
 
-"I... wish I could tell you more, but that's as much as I'm allowed to say."
 
Q-492 moodily closed her eyes and relaxed her body.
The next few weeks went by relatively quietly, as she waited for whatever was to come.
 
 
 
 
Eventually, containment moved on to phase 2; Q-492 noticed her capsule being drained, before opening up to give her a clearer view of the room she was being held in; she stood at the center of a wide, yet well-lit, circular dome, with smooth white walls covered in dark glass windows, and what seemed like grass growing on the ground, despite the apparent lack of natural light.
 
Even if her capsule was gone, however, she still had her arms and legs strongly cuffed by some strange metallic contraptions.
She grunted and pulled, trying to break free, before her struggles were cut short by a sudden loud groaning in her stomach.
 
-"Ughhh... what..."
 
She looked down at the ground, starting to feel somewhat lightheaded.
 
"I feel... weaker... What is this...?", she thought to herself.
 
 
Lanward was suddenly approached by one of his colleagues, as the control panels around the room lit up to show the issue at hand.
 
-"Boss, we can't... we can't keep relying on the same serums we've been using... They won't be enough to keep her fed anymore."
 
 
Q-492 looked back up in anger towards the windows; almost as if she was staring directly at Lanward. He made his best effort to look away, turning his sight back towards the scientist talking to him.
 
-"Damn... Is it really necessary?"
 
-"It is, I fear. If we don't, she may very well starve to death. Besides, doing this should help increase her powers for the day the project is finally finished."
 
-"Alright then... Bring the Pokemon."
 
 
 
 
Q-492's look of anger quickly turned into one of concern as she saw a sliding door open to reveal a group of scientists walking into the dome; they were carrying five small, round devices, with a red-white color scheme... Pokeballs.
 
-"I know this might be hard for you... at first," -the red-haired scientist suddenly said- "but we NEED you to cooperate. Just this once."
 
She looked directly into his eyes.
 
-"...Who knows, it might get easier for you in time too."
 
 
The creature finally opened her mouth for the first time.
 
-"NO! I... I WON'T feast on these creatures... I will not-" She was cut short by the growling of her stomach once again, as her expression turned into one of sharp pain, the rest of the scientists slowly backing away a few steps, baffled.
 
-"Look... Neither of us want you to die. This is in your NATURE, so please take them. The devices will melt once they release the Pokemon inside you."
 
-"You're insane..." Her stomach growled even louder, almost as if it was asking... no, DEMANDING that she devoured the meals offered to her. And as much as her will insisted otherwise, her body couldn't resist the pain and she gave in.
 
-"...Fine. Do it."
 
-"Thank you for your cooperation. Let's continue then."
 
 
The group of four scientists inserted the Pokeballs in her mouth one by one, as she shamefully swallowed them whole, not even bothering to open her eyes to look at her feeders.
 
-"Release them in three... Two... One.."
 
 
 
Q-492's face quickly turned to surprise, then confusion, then disgust as her midsection suddenly expanded to fit the 5 Pokemon that were abruptly let out inside her, causing her stomach to stretch and thrash around violently as the five creatures struggled in a fit of confusion, their prison quickly filling up with acids from every direction. She felt weirded out and disgusted... but couldn't help but like the feeling somewhat. Even if that fact made her feel worse about her situation.
She couldn't get her eyes off of her gigantic belly, sloshing and bulging around as her prey cried out in confusion and fear. She still couldn't believe what just happened, breathing heavily while trying to adapt to her new proportions...
...Her breathing eventually giving place to soft moaning.
 
She was enjoying it.
 
 
 
 
-"Mr. Thompson, sir!", one of the scientists shouted from the doorway. "We're detecting high levels of stimulation waves. This is unprecedented!"
 
-"...Hm. That's good to know, yes.
We'll need to get going soon though. Make sure to lock the area and turn off the lights when you're all done."
 
-"Will do, sir."
 
 
 
 
Q-492 wanted to resist, she wanted to stop herself... But she couldn't hide the pleasure she felt as the Pokemon in her stomach were processed like nothing more than a regular meal for her awaiting stomach; moaning, panting for what seemed like hours.
Eventually however, she started to feel... Drowsy. Incredibly drowsy. Having such a big meal really took it out of her.
 
She slowly fell asleep, her limbs still bound in place, as the movement in her stomach gradually started to slow down, the shape of her distended belly slowly starting to soften and shrink as her meal was worked down into nutrients and energy for her body overnight.
 
 
 
It felt like ages until the bright flash of the ceiling lights turning back on woke her up the next morning; Lanward, being early to the lab as usual, was the only one present in the dome.
 
 
"I... I felt their horror, their fear... Thrashing in complete despair..."
 
It took the scientist a few moments to think of what to say. "I... Can't exactly imagine how that must've felt, but I'm not the one making the rules here; it's a process we have to follow. I hope you'll understand-"
 
"I ENJOYED it...", she quickly cut him off. "My prey, slowly giving into me... Giving THEMSELVES to me. Absorbing their power, their energy... Making it my own."
 
The man remained silent, unsure of how to reply.
 
"I... I guess you were right about it being in my nature, then.
I'll do it."
 
 
 
The days turned into weeks; weeks of waking up, having multiple strange serums tested on her, being fed and sleeping... She was slowly starting to feel calmer about her situation, getting used to the horrors of science; she had numbed herself to pain, both emotional and physical.
One thing was for sure, however: she was starting to get bored of this routine.
 
Her craving for Pokemon to devour grew bigger and bigger as the days went by. Now she knew what the scientist meant: It WAS in her nature, and she had finally grown to love it.
 
 
 
 
Another day like any other came to be, with Lanward giving directions to his team as usual.
 
"Alright everyone, to your positions, we just need one more month and we'll be-"
 
He was quickly interrupted by a loud yawn coming from the center of the dome. "Aaaaaaah... Mhmm... Where's my 'good morning'? You should know by now how rude it is to wake me up so suddenly~"
 
-"I... what-"
 
-"...What? You KNOW I can talk."
 
-"That's not what I... Look, I thought you absolutely despised us just a few days ago?-"
 
-"First, it was two weeks ago, and second... Well...
I don't really HATE you, but I'm not exactly happy right now either. I just want someone to talk to... But everyone under your command seems to only ever talk about numbers, chemistry, antimatter and other things I don't care about...
You're at least INTERESTING."
 
-"...Thanks...?"
 
-"But back to business, why don't you bring me some more of those tasty Pokemon of yours? I'm a hungry girl, you know~". Her smugness was plain to see now, not just in her voice, but in her very look.
 
-"I'm just here to keep track of things. Don't rush it, okay?"
 
-"...Maaaaaybe if you were nicer to me I could be nicer to you in turn, you know?"
 
-"I guess, sure." He looked back towards the doorway. "Bring in the Pokeballs!"
 
 
 
 
It was at that moment, when the rest of the group walked in, that she suddenly broke free of the cuffs holding her hands in place, and grabbed the pokeballs herself, to the surprise and fear of the researchers.
 
Lanward nervously looked around at his terrified colleagues as they hurried to run out of the room. "What the HELL are you doing? TRANQUILIZE HER! Who knows what she can-"
 
-"What's the matter with you guys? I'm just hungry!"
 
-"What do you mean, "what's the matter"?! The matter is YOU BROKE FREE! You can't do that!"
 
-"...Oh come on, Did you seriously not notice? I've had these cuffs deactivated for about four days now... I'm honestly surprised you didn't do anything about it.
Back to what we were doing though, I'm STARVING~"
 
-"But... If you freed yourself... Then why ARE you still here?", he asked, watching as she stuffed her mouth full of all the pokeballs she had just snatched from her captors' hands. "...You know what, I don't want to know. Just... keep doing what you've been doing, okay?"
 
 
She swallowed all the pokeballs in one swift gulp right as he finished talking, letting out a small belch that faded into a blissful sigh.
 
"Ahhhhh... So good.", she whispered, patting her stomach before putting her hands back on her cuffs, pretending to be captured again. "I COULD just get out of this place right now... But I'll play along as long as you keep bringing those tasty Pokemon to me, hm? The more, the better~", she said with a smile. "I promise you'll be fine..."
 
-"That's... Hm.
Alright, I'll bite. Sure.", Lanward said as he started walking back towards the door, looking back at his barely-contained experiment enjoying her last meal
 
 
 
-"...Also, would you mind taking your eyes off of me for a bit? It's almost as if you were ENJOYING this too~"
 
-"Shut it, you. This is just my job, and you know that."
 
-"You're forgetting I can read your mind, silly... Don't lie to me~"
 
He just sighed. "...Okay, believe what you want to believe."
 
 
-"Come on doctor, it's not that bad... One more month of this and you'll never have to see me again! Right...?"
 
-"I'm not a docto... Ugh, I'm done talking with you"
 
 
She could do nothing but chuckle, at least before being interrupted by the sudden struggles of her growing prey, squirming and kicking inside her, desperately wishing for a different fate that would never come. "Mmh! You lot are feisty, aren't you? Heh, but for what? To become padding for my hips? To become part of my body? Don't worry you little morsels, I'll enjoy every moment of this..."
 
 
 
 
Lanward was just thinking to himself, alone in the control room, the rest of the team having already run out, looking through the dark glass at his rebellious creation having all the fun in the world playing with her food.
 
And he couldn't help but think, think about how worried everything about this made him. The fact that his big, all-powerful living weapon was free to do whatever she wanted, and almost seemed to be... playing with him.
 
As if reading his mind, she looked at him and smirked. "Ah well, do whatever you need to do. I'll just be over here, enjoying this tasty meal.
...And when I wake up, maybe you could even... analyze the effects that these Pokemon will have on my rear and front?~". She could barely keep a straight face anymore.
 
-"...Good fucking night.", the scientist said as he turned off all the systems and shut the door behind him.
 
Q-492 just burst into laughter, just as her stomach also began to slowly soften up, as if signaling her to go to sleep.
 
 
 
She was suddenly woken up by a bright flash of light, this time earlier than usual.
 
"Auugh, come ooon... Is it morning already? Just... two more hours..."
 
Lanward wanted a serious talk with her.
 
-"Listen... I get it, okay? You're mad at us. You want us to have a hard time. I know this isn't the most honorable job out there either, but--"
 
She cut him off with another yawn again, opening her mouth wider than he had ever seen before. "Gwaaaaah...". She opened her eyes for good.
 
-"...You've always liked power, haven't you, oh 'Mister Thompson'? You can't fool me. Creating the ultimate weapon yourself, something all-powerful, something that couldn't possibly be stopped...
You're not even in this for the money, are you?"
 
He was completely silent.
 
"That's the very reason you started this project, isn't it?", she continued, breaking free of all her bindings this time as she walked towards him. "You wanted to feel powerful, achieved. A very... risky mindset too. Thinking you're better than me just, because you created me.
But the truth is simple: you're just another puny human. I'm the most powerful Pokemon your kind has ever registered... And you KNOW this, you're SCARED of it, and now you're being nice to me. You're a smart man."
 
They were now staring close into each other's eyes.
 
-"Thanks... I guess? Look, I just don't want any more issues between the two of us."
 
 
-"I'm not done yet though...
I have to say, I've noticed your coworkers seem to be doing this solely for the money, the reward... You're here mostly for your own interests, and I respect that."
 
She then walked back to her regular position and put her arms and legs in place, but not before winking at him and giving him a genuine smile.
 
 
 
 
 
2 days.
 
2 days left until the project deadline would arrive, and the man in charge of the mysterious organization would come for their creation.
 
-"Okay everyone, only two days left... Make sure nothing goes wrong until then, alright?"
 
 
Everyone gathered around in the command room, cheering at their successful project, while Lanward simply walked back into the dome to talk to Q-492 again.
 
 
 
"Only two days... Exciting!"
 
"I gotta say... I'm glad we're good, you know? I'd shake your hand right now, if I could."
 
-"Ah, don't be like that! Maybe we'll be able to once they come for--". Her words were interrupted by the sudden, loud groaning of her stomach again. "Oooh..."
 
-"...I guess it's that time of the day again, hm?"
 
-"Before you do that though... Do you think you could ask the rest of your team to come into the dome too? It'd be nice to greet them all before this is over..."
 
-"Hmmm...". He had to take a second to think about it, but he trusted her completely at this point. "Alright, but you should do it quickly."
 
There was nothing to fear, right? After all, if she was planning anything, she would've done it on her own already.
 
 
The rest of his team walked into the room, also bringing the usual pokeballs with them. Q-492 happily took them, with the same smile as usual...
...And then snapped her fingers with her other hand.
 
 
 
 
 
Everyone in the room was suddenly blown away by a gigantic EMP wave that rippled through the entire building, taking out all the lights and equipment and leaving everyone in complete darkness and in a state of total confusion.
Lanward scrambled to find the switch to the emergency generator when he heard muffled screaming coming from somewhere else in the giant dark room... Followed by what seemed to sound like... Swallowing sounds?
 
The men were starting to get nervous, as it happened again... And again.
It was obvious by now they were being taken, one by one.
 
It took Lanward a minute to finally find the switch to the emergency generator to turn the lights back on.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
 
 
 
 
There she stood, in the middle of the room. The big, almost cat-like monster that his team had carefully worked on for over a year... Now sporting a gigantic, wriggling stomach filled with said team, along with the pokemon they had given to her.
 
She immediately let out a gigantic, and incredibly loud belch. "Ahhhh... Haah! Ah... WONDERFUL! Mmmmmmmmh! This is the best I've felt... ever!", she blissfully moaned as she rubbed and played around with her distended stomach, now bigger than ever, making it slosh and churn with the movement of all the delicious, tasty prey inside her.
 
 
 
The last remaining scientist finally snapped out of his shock, his hand still leaning on the switch, his face filled with both horror and guilt. "Dear god... What... What have you DONE?! Let them go! IMMEDIATELY!"
 
"I have no reason to- Mmmmhh... T-To let them go, and- and neither you, nor anyone else can make me--"
She struggled to even keep her composture and talk, the pleasure of having so many prey struggling and thrashing around inside of her was too much for her; she could barely control herself.
 
-"I... I TRUSTED you! Goddamn you!"
 
-And I... I never lied to you, did I?- Oooohhh... I said YOU'd be fine, I nev... never said anything about your crew--" UAAAAAARP
 
 
-"This... This can't be happening, no, this... This ISN'T happening..."
 
-"You need to calm down, Lanward-"
 
-"Shut the FUCK up! Just let them GO-". He was stopped mid-sentence by her psychic powers, as she froze him in place and lifted him up into the air.
 
-"You've done enough... And I thank you. Good night~"
 
 
 
...And so he blacked out, unable to resist her powers.
His body landed on the ground with a "thud", completely incapacitated, as his now-rogue experiment stood in front of him, enjoying what was quite possibly her biggest meal yet.
 
 
The creature had all the time in the world to think about herself. What she wanted to do.
She wanted to keep on feasting.
 
Having food brought to her once a day had grown tiring after so long; and hunting for it herself had proven to be all the more exciting.
What to do, what to do? What to do, after she was done working down the meal that was currently sloshing away in her fleshy cauldron? She could just escape and get it over with... But she also remembered someone very, VERY important was coming soon to visit. Might as well stick around and give them a proper greeting.
 
 
 
 
Lanward opened his eyes again, his mind in a complete haze; he had a painful throbbing headache, likely as a result of his forced rest.
He quickly sat up and looked at his watch: 12:17pm. He had been put to sleep for 13 hours. More than enough time, it seemed, for Q-492 to have her way with her meal.
And there she was, still in the center of the dome, sitting on a chair borrowed from the command room, which could barely hold her weight at this point, the little piece of furniture about to crumble under her newfound weight.
Her stomach was a lot smaller and softer than it used to be, and definitely had a lot less movement going on in it, though it was still noticeably bigger than normal.
 
-"Gooood morning sleepyhead! Did you sleep well?"
 
-"...Ugh, my head. Where..."
 
-"Woah, slow down! Wouldn't want you to get up too quickly and hurt yourself..."
 
-"Agh, stop... stop joking around. Where IS everyone?"
 
She just gave him a calm, smug look and started patting her (now noticeably chubby) stomach. "Right here~"
 
It was as clear as an answer could get.
 
 
-"Dear god, no... no, no, no... This is wrong, this is ALL wrong! Fuck, I...
Just... On my LAST day!"
 
He fell back on his knees, slamming his fist on the grassy floor.
 
"I was going to QUIT once this was all finished! You just HAD to go and fuck it all up... You... I had to fuck it up... I... God.". He just sat there, completely hopeless.
 
-"Come on... Stop pretending you cared about them. We both know you didn't, right?
They weren't your priority, I am~"
 
-"It's not even THAT, it's... Ugh, my head... When they find out what happened... When they find out I let nine people die, just like that... They'll... They'll kill me. I... I can't run. They'll find me. There's no hope for me now.
...It's over."
 
 
-"I didn't know, I'm... I'm sorry.", she said, seemingly worried about him.
 
...Despite the fact that she had been reading his mind at every moment and knew virtually everything there was to know about him.
 
 
There was a long pause between the two, the only thing breaking the silence being the quiet, muffled groaning still coming from this failed experiment's expanded stomach.
 
 
 
-"Whatever, fuck it.", the scientist suddenly spouted out, reaching for his bag and pulling out a bottle of his favorite wine; the wine he was planning on using to celebrate the end of the project... An end that still came, but not in the way he expected.
 
-"Oh...", she reacted, watching as her broken and defeated creator sat there on the grass, in front of her, drinking his problems away.
 
 
 
 
The hours went by quickly, as the now-drunk scientist talked about whatever came to his mind with the creature that had just sealed his doom, unable to really care about anything anymore.
 
-"...'n thas' why Jason's a cunt, fuck Jason I hate him- *hic*"
 
-"But you said that happened in 8th grade..."
 
-"...And I-aven't forgot 'bout it for a reason! Tchh... One day you're fight'n some fat fuck over your goddamn lu-nch, and then next thin' you know, you're talkin' to s'me big tittied monstrosity that not 'nly eats everything, but 'lso has a big fecking ass! 's how life works, I reckon..."
 
Q-492 just chuckled. "...Was that last part really necessary?"
 
 
He got up again, struggling to keep his balance but still spouting out drunken ramblings at the monster in front of him regardless. "Abs'lutely, am wasted, just talk'n dumb crap... If I'm gon' die I'd rather get ta say the dumbest things I nev' got ta say 'cos... I am tha science man and I do science! I'm supposed to act smart all the time and yadda yadda yadda and blegh, that's hard, but it's over anyway so... whatever. Cheeeeersssss.". He proceeded to finish emptying out the bottle, before dropping it on the ground to his left.
 
-"Hm...". She didn't really have much else to say, looking at her drunken creator trying (and almost failing) to walk towards her
 
-"Fuck'n hell, just now I realize yer' big as feck, but w'ever, I'll just ask one last thing from ya..."
 
-"Oh?". He had her attention now.
 
-"Sit on my goshdarn face ya coward."
 
 
 
 
She had to try her hardest not to burst into laughter. "W-what?!"
 
-"Y'heard me... And no, I'm no virgin. But even a scientist knows that ass is a blessing... It might be the wine, it might not be, whatever th' case, just crush me under those big fucken' cheeks."
 
-"I'm not sure-"
 
-"'Tsss the least you can do fo' me, y'know? Ya ruined m'life in a day! You made a new record, I reckon. Just give this nerd his last wish. Don't make me go get 'em myself cos' I can't fockin' move."; he could barely hold himself straight, leaning on whatever he could find near him.
 
 
-"Hmm... Fair enough. Take a deeeep breath then~"
 
 
What happened for the rest of that day is still a secret to everyone but them.
 
 
 
 
 
The fated moment finally came, Lanward still partially regretting the events of the previous day. Q-492, surprisingly, was as joyful as ever, and still seemingly willing to be taken; resting in her containment area, curled up and floating, it was only a matter of time until the mysterious man behind everything came looking for her.
 
 
And so it happened. An almost humorously long black limousine parked in front of the gate to the facilities, and out came a tall, burly, bald man with pale, almost lifeless skin, in a perfectly clean black suit, accompanied by 3 bodyguards, armed to the teeth.
 
The man entered the lab facilities as the last remaining scientist of the group hurried to tidy himself up.
 
 
-"I... Mr. Thompson, you look terrible. What happened here?"
 
-"O-Oh, nothing bad, sir! This project was just... extremely exhausting, is all. But at long last, she's ready!"
 
-"...Hm. I see. Now, I have to ask: Where IS your crew?"
 
Lanward had to think to himself for a second; he hadn't really prepared for questions like these.
 
"O-oh, they're all here sir! They're just exhausted like me... We all are. So they chose to go back to their quarters and rest."
 
-"Fair enough. Well, I have to congratulate you and your crew, Mr. Thompson.
One last thing, however. This is your final project, is it not?"
 
-"Y-yes sir, I planned to resign and retire after this."
 
-"Very well. Men, go hold him."
 
-"...I'm sorry?"
 
 
The three bodyguards then walked behind the fatigued scientist and held him still, as the suited man laid his briefcase on the floor, pulling out a silver-plated revolver from it.
 
-"I have to say, Mr. Thompson... You were a brilliant member of this organization. However, your days of usefulness are over. I wish we could stay in contact, but this business calls for tough decisions.", he said, as he casually loaded six bullets into the shining barrel of the gun.
 
-"Wh-What?! No! Sir, please! What about... Other projects? Y-you never know!". He tried as he could to escape the three bodyguards' grasp, but it was no use.
 
-"You see, this creature will change the world. Whether that's for better or worse will be up to ME to decide. You, on the other side of things, are living evidence of this project; exactly the thing I CAN'T leave hanging around, you know? I don't need you, OR any of your team members anymore.". He raised the gun and smugly spin the barrel.
 
-"Fuck! There HAS to be another way, come ON!"
 
-"I'm afraid not; there IS no other way. But thank you for your service.
Goodbye, Mr. Thompson", he said, as he aimed for the man's head and pulled the trigger.
 
 
 
 
 
Lenward opened his eyes again, only to see the bullet that was aimed at his forehead, frozen in mid-air, just bare inches before him.
 
Everyone in the room was confused; the suited man proceeded to angrily unload the rest of the barrel, to no avail; all the bullets froze in mid-air, before suddenly limply dropping on the ground.
Even the bodyguards were frozen solid.
 
Behind the menacing, suited man, was the very thing he sought after so much. The powerful creature that was supposed to lead him to world domination. Just staring at him with a menacing, furious expression.
He turned around in pure shock to see her, moments before she snapped her fingers.
 
 
 
 
Thirty seconds was all it took for her to cast the room in darkness with a psychic pulse and completely devour the four men that had come to take her away.
 
The lights came back not too long after, and all that remained was a scared mess of a scientist and a psychic monster with a bulging distended stomach filled with those four people.
 
She just licked her lips, as Lanward looked at her in amazement. "Good lord... Did you just-"
 
"Mmmhmmmm... I did say YOU would be fine, no matter what happened, and I figured this would happen, whether you- Mmmmmh... had your crew or not. They would've disposed of you either way. So, you know! You owe me one!"
 
She leaned back, floating in mid air and patting her gigantic groaning belly. "Ahhhh... I could get used to this- No, I WANT to do this.", she said with a soft chuckle.
 
 
 
-"...Wait a second, the CAMERAS-"
 
-"Bah, you worry too much. I fried all the cameras in this installation. Whatever happened here will be our litle secret~"
 
-"God, you... You just saved my life. What the hell, I... I thought you didn't care about me... That you hated me."
 
-"Oh come on, you were really nice to me! Nicer than everyone else in this stinking prison, anyway. I had to return the favor, somehow... Anyway, I'm going to be a bit busy as you can see," -she said, giving her expanded gut a good slap- "so- Ahh... enjoy your freedom!"
She was trying to stay focused but it was hard to ignore the frantic movements of the four people thrashing around inside her.
 
 
-"...One more thing though, uh..."
 
 
-"Haaaahhh... Y-Yes?"
 
-"Mind if... we keep each other in contact? I- fuck, I don't know what came over me..."
 
She chuckled, knowing exactly what was going on. "Hah, yeah, I get it. It's all the time we spent together, the jokes I made about you, the times I... Oooooh!... I outsmarted you... It all adds up! And I'm not even reading your mind right now, but I'm sure yesterday had something to do with it too~"
 
 
-"...Maybe. I mean, it was a new experience- Ah, who am I kidding, you're right."
 
-"Haha, no worries, I understand... And I wouldn't mind doing it again sometime."
 
-"Damn it... I guess I really fell that low."
 
-"...Buuuut hey! I'll visit you often! Nobody knows who... or WHAT I am, nor will anyone use me as their weapon! I'm free as a bird...! Once I'm done with THEM, of course.", she added while looking down at her (still extremely active) stomach again.
 
 
-"What am I going to say to everyone though? The boss of some powerful organization, and an entire research team missing is a pretty big deal..."
 
-"Well... It'll just be another unsolved mystery of the world. One that only you and me know the answer to. You can go now, Lanward, I'll see you soon."
 
 
-"You know, I'm just realizing... You never had a proper name."
 
-"Oh, a name? Did I ever get one?"
 
-"I... guess so? Your codename was 'Q-492.'"
 
 
-"Q... 492? Scratch that, that's boring... Hmm.
...How does Katie sound? I think that's a pretty name!"
 
 
-"Alright, so.. Katie. I just want to say... Thank you. For everything."
 
-"You're welcome, and thank you as well~", she said, smiling at the man as he picked up his stuff and walked out of the building, never to return.
 
 
 
Lanward resigned, of course; he had more than enough science for a lifetime.
Katie, meanwhile, sticked around for a bit, to let her (now incredibly powerful) stomach process her four prey; Half a day later, they were already gone, leaving her with nothing but a nice, round, plump stomach all for herself, and an even wider figure to go with it. Content with her meal, she blasted off through the ceiling and flew away, to places nobody knows...