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Somewhere in Larkspur town, the local Pokemon professor paced back and forth in her office. While her expression seemed stoic, on the inside, she was fuming. “I can’t believe this. Months of research, all down the drain…”

It had been an ambitious project: a step towards mapping the eevee genome. Their specimen, a leafeon they classified as S190, was an aberration in that she had evolved without a single Moss Rock in sight; studying her was supposed to give them more insight into just how eevee’s spontaneous mutations functioned. But now, her specimen had gone completely missing; and the only evidence in the case was a broken window, a traumatized eyewitness, and a tracking implant which, distressingly, reported that the leafeon was deceased. “Not a single alarm was sounded the entire night. Mauve has some SERIOUS explaining to do. And what the hell did that security guard think he was doing, just wandering off?” Professor Marianne groaned, planting her face on her desk. “Ugh, what a mess. I knew we should have installed those cameras…”

Meanwhile, Mauve — the only eyewitness of the disappearance — sat outside of the professor’s office, nervously shifting about in a little metal folding chair. It didn’t help that this chair was horrendously uncomfortable; usually they’d be fine, but after all the, ahem, poundage she had packed on the previous night, her ass now far outsized this feeble little chair, her thighs squishing over its edges. At least the sight of one of her friends approaching cheered her up somewhat. “Hey, Mauve. Heard about what happened. Sorry about—“ Her friend paused, balking at the sight of her. “Oh! Jeez, uh… is it just me, or have you been gaining weight?”

Mauve’s first instinct was to nervously deny it. “N-no! Not at all!” Immediately upon those words leaving her mouth, though, she immediately felt silly. Of course there’d be no denying this; inbetween now and this same time yesterday, she’d probably packed on a hundred pounds! She had always been curvy, but ultimately slim; but now, she had tits the size if watmel berries, hips wide enough to break fragile chairs, and a belly so massive that not a single t-shirt she owned could cover it, forcing her to leave her big round wobbly paunch completely bare. She back-pedalled quickly, coming up with some other excuse. “Uuuh, I mean… okay, m-maybe a little… I just, you know, ordered, like, a hundred pizzas last night when I got home…”

“Stress-eating, huh? I can understand that,” her friend smiled, patting her on the back. “Must have been pretty scary, what happened last night.”

Mauve shivered. “Yeah… it was… terrifying!”

Her friend frowned. The interview that Mauve was about to walk into was going to, essentially, decide her fate, so she understood why she was nervous. “Don’t worry too much, Mauve. The Professor can be hard on us and all, but given the circumstances, I’m sure she’ll understand…”

Mauve could only sigh at that, averting her gaze. “I’m not so sure…” She stared down at the tiled floor as she escaped into her thoughts, thinking back on the night that started this whole mess in the first place...

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In reality, ‘S190’s name was actually ‘Viola’. But ever since she was brought to the laboratory, Mauve was the only person who ever called her that.

Not while accompanied by the other researchers, of course; during the day, Mauve had to put on airs, and treat Viola in the same cold, clinal manner as everybody else does. But once the lights go off, and Mauve is the only one there, left to work the boring graveyard shift no one else wants to work, her and Viola have all the privacy in the world… and in those hours, Mauve treated her like she was an old friend.

The trouble, as far as she could tell, started one seemingly innocuous night, just a couple of months ago. “Viola! Dinner time!” She had called out, the automatic door sliding open as she stepped into Viola’s research chambers. They were sterile, dull environment; a far cry from the beauty of the leafeon before her. No matter how many nights she attends to her, the sight of Viola always caused Mauve’s heart to jump into her throat, for only a moment.

Mauve loved Pokemon — after all, she’d dedicated her life to studying them. But there was one problem that always plagued her; they were, well… gorgeous. Every Pokemon seemed to have a body like a model’s, and Mauve often felt like she was the only one who notices! Viola was no exception to this; as Mauve stepped in, Viola turned around and bent over to put her book back in its shelf, which unintentionally gave Mauve a perfect view of the bottom of that massive, heart-shaped rump, poking out from under the leafeon’s hospital-esque gown! She quickly looked away, trying to keep her feelings bottled away as usual. She’d already come out of the closet as being into other women, but being into Pokemon was a different beast altogether…

Luckily, Viola didn’t seem to notice the blush on Mauve’s face, turning to her with that adorable little smile the leafeon was always sporting. Her eyes widened with surprise, though, as she saw what Mauve was carrying on the plate! “Poké Puffs?” Viola stuttered in surprise, looking down at the perfect pink pastries Mauve had prepared for her! Most of the time, she had to subsist on nutrient blocks for breakfast, lunch and dinner! “But I thought the Professor said that I had to stay on a diet…”

“Well, you mentioned these were your favorite food, right?” Mauve nodded with a sheepish smile, setting the plate down on Viola’s little table. “And everyone deserves their cheat days.”

Viola stood there for a moment, as if struggling to believe what Mauve was saying. She was so unused to somebody actually caring about her. “Oh, my! Thank you so much, it really means the world to me!” Mauve’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as the leafeon leapt forward, and wrapped her in a big, grateful hug! Despite how ashamed she was, Mauve just couldn’t help but get flustered at feeling the leafeon’s massive, pillowy breasts squishing against her own chest, with only two thin layers of fabric dividing them. Things like this always filled her with confusing feelings; guilt, attraction, comfiness… and, perhaps most shamefully, hunger. Just being this close to the leafeon, for some reason, left her stomach letting out a loud, needy growl…

The hug dragged on for a few seconds (which, to Mauve, felt like hours), but fortunately, the leafeon pulled away before the awkwardness could overwhelm the poor human. With that, the leafeon sat down, to enjoy her meal with a sense of enthusiasm that was so abjectly adorable that it almost melted Mauve’s heart then and there. She stayed for a while, to just soak in the cuteness of the leafeon girl as she happily enjoyed her Pokepuffs… but eventually, the sight of the girl’s rather spartan living conditions reminded her of a question she had. “Uh… Viola. I have something I was wondering, actually,” she spoke up, pulling the leafeon’s attention away from her meal. “Do you… like it here?”

For a moment, uncertainty flashed over Viola’s face… but she quickly covered it up with a sheepish smile. “Oh, uh… of course I like it here!” She insisted, nervously. “It is very comfortable, and you researchers are so kind…”

Mauve sighed. For all her virtues, Viola certainly wasn’t a very good liar. “You don’t have to lie to me, Viola,” she said, stepping forward and gently laying a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “Everything you say is going to stay between us, alright? You can be honest.”

Mauve’s heart ached at the saddened grimace that dawned on Viola’s face, as she averted eye contact, staring down at her food as she worked up the courage to speak. “W-well… the laboratory is so… sterile… and, with all the due respect, that Professor is such a cold woman. She has everyone treat me like I’m just a… thing. I appreciate the sunbathing room you all set up for me. Really, I do. But… I just wish I could really go outside sometimes… really feel the wind in my fur.” She sighs, leaning back and closing her eyes, as if imagining herself back in the great outdoors.

Seeing Viola so sad weighed heavy on Mauve’s heart. “So… you’d prefer to live elsewhere? Do you know how long you’re planned to stay at the lab?”

“Well… I did overhear some of the researchers talking about it…” Viola shivered at the memory. “And it seems I might still be staying here for…years…” The poor leafeon got a lill choked up, just uttering that last word.

A terrible silence hung over the room for a few moments. Viola quietly pushed her plate away— she no longer had an appetite. “... oh,” Mauve said, deeply conflicted. While she had believed in this laboratories’ aims… could keeping this leafeon as a test subject for so long really be considered ethical? Even if her job was on the line, she knew she couldn’t let Viola widdle away in this chamber; and so, with a light smile, she reached forward and pat the leafeon on the shoulder.“Well, would it make you feel any better if you could, I don’t know, head anywhere else tonight?”

“W-what?” Viola stuttered, looking curiously up at her. “What do you mean?”

Mauve was still hesitant to break the rules — and maybe even the law — like this, but the sheer adorableness of the leafeon’s curious, wide eyes caused all of those inhibitions to quickly melt away. “Well, it wouldn’t be too much trouble to have you over at my place for a few hours,” she smiled, leaning in. “No one has to know~” Viola didn’t even have to give an answer — the look of delight and disbelief on the leafeon’s face said it all.

Oooh, looking back on it, that had been one of the most intense and rewarding nights of Mauve’s life. Sneaking Viola out of that dreadful laboratory for the first time; leading her through remote alleyways as they tried to make their way to Mauve’s home unseen; and finally, seeing the tears of joy that streamed down the leafeon’s cheeks at the sight of Mauve’s home — a real home, not the sterile expanse of grey the ‘test subject’ had been forced to reside in.

The first order of business, then, had been to get the leafeon out of that uncomfortable gown, and into the snuggliest, comfiest pair of onesie pajamas Mauve had in her wardrobe. Viola almost seemed shocked upon putting them on — she had had absolutely no idea that clothing could be this comfortable. “Aaah! Does this have little eevees on it? That’s so adorable!” The leafeon cooed, doing a little spin as she admired the pajamas. Mauve just blushed, unable but to help noticing that her outfit was several sizes too small for the leafeon’s much curvier body.

After that, Mauve treated her to a nice dinner of Poké puffs, lava cookies, poffins… you name it! Finally getting to eat a bunch of real food left the leafeon deeply satisfied, and Mauve blushed at the sight of her sitting back in her chair, contentedly patting her now round, full stomach. Looks like she might gain a few more curves after tonight... “Have you ever heard of a ‘TV’ before?” Mauve asked as she led Viola into the living room, only to receive a confused stare from the leafeon.“Oh, you’ve gotta try ‘em. Watch!”

Viola plopped down on the comfy couch as Mauve turned the TV on, the leafeon seemingly stunned by the bright lights that suddenly emanated off of it! “Wha?” She blinked, rubbing her eyes. The TV happened to be flipped to some sort of horror channel, currently featuring a masked man eerily holding the knife as he approached the camera… only to jab it towards the screen! “Eep!” Viola let out a startled squeak, covering her eyes with her hands as if anticipating the blow!

“Oh, uh, sorry!” Feeling guilty about accidentally scaring Viola, Mauve quickly changed the channel to something more light-hearted. Viola slowly opened her eyes, realizing that nothing had happened to her. “Don’t worry, nothing can happen to you. It’s just a moving image, see?” Mauve explained, running her hand over the screen to show that it’s all two-dimensional.

Viola nodded, starting to understand the television. “Ooooh! Hehe, okay,” she laughed, getting comfy under her blanket. Meanwhile, Mauve whipped out an old VHS tape - The Legend of the ‘Eons, a PG-rated animated movie starring a trio of eeveelutions going on an adventure. This seemed like the perfect choice to introduce Viola to the concept of movies. “Oooo, this is cool!” The leafeon’s eyes lit up adorably, as she saw the well-animated ‘eon girls come on screen!

Mauve disappeared into the kitchen for a minute, only to return to the couch with a bucket of popcorn for them to share! They both huddled under the same blanket, although Mauve stuck to her side of the couch… soon, though, Viola started to lean into her, move and more, and Mauve blushed as she realized the leafeon wanted to cuddle! Mauve was hesitant at first… but eventually, she couldn’t help but lay back and let the leafeon wrap her arms around her, the two girls happily snuggling under a big warm blanket on the couch as they chomped on popcorn and enjoyed the movie.

Of course, this left Mauve to get continually… distracted, being this close to Viola, feeling how soft and curvy she was. She started eating popcorn as fast as she could, trying to sate her hunger pangs, but no matter what she did, her stomach was still growling loudly, demanding to have the leafeon inside. Oh Arceus, why does being around her have to make Mauve so hungry? She had to fight the little voice in her head telling her, give her a little lick across the cheek, just to see what she tastes like, just one, what’s the harm…

But fortunately, she was able to push those thoughts aside, and just enjoy a lovely evening with Viola. She so wished that she could have the leafeon spend the night, or even move in, but she had to get Viola back to the lab before the other scientists showed up early in the morning. Despite Mauve’s reassurances that they would do this again, Viola still seemed forlorn as they snuck back to the lab, as if depressed she had to go back to her drab living conditions after having gotten a taste of a better life. Just as they were about to enter the lab again, she spoke up. “Mauve?”

Mauve turned to her. “Hmm?” She raised a brow… only to suddenly get almost pounced into a hug, with such force that she had almost been knocked off her feet! “Oof!”

“I just wanted to say… no human has ever treated me this kindly before,” Viola said, nuzzling Mauve lovingly as he held her close. “Thank you.” Mauve’s heart leapt at that, and, stunned as she was, she couldn’t help but wrap her own arms around the leafeon and making the hug even tighter! The two women must’ve stayed like that for a whole two or three minutes, but they both wished it could last forever...

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Mauve jumped a bit, suddenly jolted from her fond reminiscing by the feeling of an assistant poking her on the shoulder. It was time. She sighed as she stood up and walked into the Professor’s office, feeling like how a death row inmate must feel walking into their own execution. She shivered as she sat across from the purple-haired Professor Marianne, the professor’s cold gaze so piercing, it felt like she was staring right into her very soul. “We are conducting this interview to wrap up our investigation of the disappearance of Larkspur laboratory specimen S190, which occurred on the night of December 14th,” the professor spoke. “You were acting supervisor for said specimen that night, were you not?”

Mauve nodded. “Yes, ma’am, I was.”

“According to your report here, an arcanine broke in through the sunbathing window, and dragged the specimen away, presumably for the purposes of devouring her,” Marianne said, looking down at the incident report on her table incredulously. “That leaves a question; if that is truly the case, why did you not trigger a single alarm?”

Mauve bit her lip, taking a moment to get her thoughts together. She had to pick every word carefully. “My apologies, ma’am. I was simply… paralyzed by fear. The way the arcanine looked at me, it was clear that if I moved, they would kill me!”

“And even after the threat was gone, you still did not think to alert anybody as to what had occurred? We could’ve hunted the arcanine down before it was too late, you know,” Marianne said.

“I… I was still in shock…” Mauve whimpered. “My mind was all… foggy. I still couldn’t process what had happened to Viola-”

The Professor immediately interrupted her upon hearing that name! “‘Viola’? Are you still calling her by that pithy nickname?” She rebuked her. “Her identity is ━ was ━ S190. You could stand to have a little professional tact during an important interview such as this, you know.”

Mauve grimaced, but bit her tongue. “My apologies, ma’am.” With that, she sighed and slumped back in her chair, knowing that she couldn’t really help her case here. “Guess it’s better not to waste any more time; I accept full responsibility for what happened that night.”

“Oh, yes. I’m fully aware that it was your fault,” Professor Marriane said simply, her voice devoid of emotion. “That is why I am terminating your employment here, effective immediately. Please pack any of your belongings around the lab and leave as soon as possible. You are no longer welcome here.”

Mauve almost gasped! “Bu-” She was about to defend herself — but before she could utter a word, she bit her tongue again. She knew that this was probably going to happen, even if the sheer nonchalance with which the Professor dismissed her stung. “... yes, ma’am.”

As she was walking out of the laboratory, she tried to count her blessings. After all, at least it seems like the Professor believed her story. She would’ve been in so much more trouble, if Marriane had realized what had really happened...

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After that one evening at her house, Mauve snuck Viola out for a night almost weekly… and then multiple times a week… gradually increasing, until it got to the point that she was sneaking Viola out every single night! But these good times couldn’t last forever. Eventually, the Professor started to suspect something was amiss. At first, they had a security guard work night shifts too, but he was equally bribed into ‘taking the night off’. Soon, though, she announced they were planning to update Viola’s tracking beacon; once the update was installed, it would sound an alarm the moment Viola wandered off of laboratory grounds.

That bit of news seemed to spell doom for their relationship… so, on what might’ve been their very last night together, they decided to head somewhere special; the hot springs! Sure, since it was so late at night, it required them to technically trespass after hours by climbing over the wooden fence… but it was so worth it to see the look on Viola’s face, the moment she let her body slide into the warm, bubbly waters of the outdoors springs! “Oooh, you were right… this really is quite wonderful…” The leafeon sighed, the deepest expression of bliss dawning on her face as she purred and sunk deeper into the waters.

This whole night was especially nerve-wracking for Mauve; not just due to the trespassing, but to the simple fact that, well, she’s never really hung out naked with the leafeon for long before. The leafeon, having grown up in the wilds, always insisted that she was fine with being nude, but Mauve always insisted in dressing her up in various outfits, for the ulterior purpose of preventing herself from getting too, ahem, flustered around the Pokemon. Even now, without thinking, her eyes trailed across that absolutely perfect body, especially those perky, plump breasts kept just above the waters… but she quickly caught herself, and averted her gaze.

But she tried to push those thoughts from her mind, just trying to enjoy her night with Viola as the two looked up at the starry sky, quietly discussing their lives, their beliefs, and their hopes for the future. Eventually, they’d bathed in the warm waters for so long that they were starting to feel dizzy and light-headed, which they both took as their cue to finally emerge back out into the cool night air. Mauve wanted to leave as quickly as possible, for fear of being spotted here; but Viola was more fascinated with an interesting little hut she spotted. “Mmm? What’s this? A massage parlor?” She asked, peering inside to the massage tables with delight. “Oooh! I’ve heard of these! Mauve, do you know how to perform this ‘massaging’?”

Mauve’s cheeks immediately flushed red at the very idea! Running her hands over the leafeon’s curvy body, squishing and kneading her fingers into her softness… oh, Arceus! “Well… I…”

“Please? I’ve always wanted to try it! It sounded so relaxing,” Viola smiled, laying herself out on the table, the big, round cheeks dominating her rump wobbling slightly as she got into position. The sight was overwhelming, but Mauve feared, if she turned Viola down, she might make her sad or suspicious… so, hesitantly, she started to gently knead and massage the leafeon’s back, eliciting an immediate shiver of bliss from the woman. “Oooh, thank you! Thank you!” Mauve bit her lip as she nervously massaging the leafeon, constantly shuddering at the way her perfect figure made her stomach loudly growl.

It made her feel awful; she’s always wanted to prove to people that Pokemon were more than mere ‘things’ or ‘possessions’, and yet here she was, looking at them as if they were food. If she had to trace this strange compulsion back to its root, she’d say her earliest memory of it was many, many years ago, back when she went to Pokemon School. She had learned in class one day about the strange tendency of wild Pokemon to swallow eachother whole, and in that moment, pondered what it’d be like to swallow some pretty Pokemon girl herself. And somehow, that simple little thought slowly developed into a lifelong psychological fascination. It was like some sort of wire got crossed in her psyche between attraction and hunger, and what she was left with was some bizarre mix of both.

Mauve felt like that was a part of her she had to keep locked away, forever and ever, never to let even a single soul find out about it. That’s why what Viola said next shocked her to her core. “Goodness. You really are hungry for me, hmm?”

That sentence was said so calmly, so matter-of-factly by Viola… and yet, it was enough to send shudders of shock through Mauve’s entire body! “W-wha- n-no!” She stuttered, immediately denying it. “I just — I was just — I would never think something like that! That’s just… horrible!”

Viola seemed to be confused by Mauve’s sudden outburst… but soon, her expression softened. “Oooh, yes. I forgot… you humans aren’t really as used to the idea of ‘predation’ as us wild Pokemon, huh?” Viola smiled lightly up at her. “Really, Mauve, it’s nothing to worry about. It’s been pretty obvious since we first met. I actually find it rather flattering!”

That last line was enough to nearly make Mauve faint! The idea that Viola knew she thought she looked tasty, and not only didn’t mind it, but enjoyed that knowledge… by Arceus, the poor woman was left a bit woozy, her cheeks burning red. “R-really?”

“Oh, yes. Out in the wilds, certain niches of Pokemon consider devouring eachother — alongside the use of revival herbs — to be the ultimate form of intimacy. I’ve never really heard of a human being interested in that sort of thing, but… since you’ve taught me so much about your people’s ways of living, I may as well teach you a bit about mine, no?” Viola smiled, rolling over and letting Mauve’s eyes thoroughly travel over her body. From this vantage point, Viola’s curvy body looked sort of like she was laying sprawled out on a silver platter, the very thought of which made Mauve’s mouth water. “Go on. After all you’ve done for me, you deserve to… indulge a bit.”

Oh, Arceus. A perfect girl like this, just happily letting her taste her curves… this was the sort of thing that she only expected could ever happened in her wildest late-night fantasies, not real life! Viola’s body were accentuated by the shine of the water covering her, leaving her fur slicked down against her curves. The effect this had on Mauve was similar to the effect of seeing a five-star meal would have on a starving pauper; she just had to indulge! A shiver went up Viola’s spine, at the feeling of Mauve leaning down and letting her tongue slide, needily, up the slick surface of the leafeon’s toned, flat belly. “Oh my. There you go…” She huffed, a sheepish blush on her face as she saw just the effect her body was having on the hungry human. “Am I tasty?”

That was a complicated question. On a purely physical level, Viola tasted like, well, how any person would; not very flavorful or satisfying. But on a psychological level, a sort of placebo effect occurred; just knowing that her tongue was savoring such a delicious-looking girl tricked her tastebuds into believing that they were being bathed in the most delicious flavors known to Staria. “Oh, Arceus, yes,” she said, her tongue travelling over her belly over and over, as if trying to savor the flavor of every last inch.

“Hehe…” Meanwhile, this was a new experience for Viola as well. While she, out in the wilds, have had friends that had been eaten before by their boyfriends, and swore up and down that it was the best feeling ever, she hadn’t been entirely certain. To be honest, she had been kind of off-put by how Mauve’s stomach always growled around her, at first… but over time, especially after she realized how nice Mauve was, it started to become… flattering, in a weird way. Like, she was almost proud that her flavor, of all things, could be driving the girl so wild. “Good to know, I suppose.”

Of course, feeling the girl’s tongue against her body did make her shiver and short of breath… especially when Mauve made her way up, up to those massive, delicious breasts she’s been so ogling and secretly dooling at the thought of for months now. Mauve, lost in the passion of finally living out her wildest dreams, teased Viola for a moment by letting her tongue slide along the fold beneath her breasts for a few seconds, building up anticipation before she finally travelling slowly up one of those pillowy breasts, dabbing her tongue against one of those pert nipples. “Mmmff, ooh~”

The flavor here felt like it was setting off fireworks in her brain. Sure, there wasn’t technically a difference in flavor here, aside from, perhaps, the slight saltiness of underboob; but tasting these perfect breasts were what Mauve had been fantasizing about the most all these months, and so the raw satisfaction of finally having that anticipation pay off was a ‘dining experience’ far more intense than any fancy-shmancy five-star restaurant could ever provide. She was soon lost in the passion, draped over Viola’s body, suckling one of those pillowy breasts with passion while groping the other with her free hand, leaving the leafeon writhing with pleasure upon the table.

At this point, both of them knew this couldn’t be the last of their nights together. It just couldn’t be. Their relationship had just reached its boiling point; they needed eachother. Luckily, all of Viola’s flavor clouding her mind had given Mauve some investigation, and while they were taking a break from their fun, she looked earnestly at the leafeon.

“Oh, Viola… I… I think I have… an idea…”

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Oh, Arceus, I hope that this is going to work. Oh, Arceus. Every single source she checked told her that this would work… but what if it doesn’t for some reason? Oh, Arceus, I’d probably fling myself off the roof of the tallest tower in Callia City at that point.

Back in the present, Mauve just couldn’t stop her heart from feeling like it was going to beat right out of her chest. The big moment was coming; the point at which she was going to find out definitively whether she was going to be able to revive Viola or not. She knew it was guaranteed, and yet, her love for the leafeon left her feeling irrational, her mind clouded by what if?s. She probably looked like a wreck by the time she bumbled into the local Pokemon center, stumbling nervously up the counter. “H-hey! Do you think you could heal my Pokemon?” She said, eagerly waving a Pokeball at the Nurse Joy there.

The Nurse Joy seemed a little taken aback by the woman’s demeanor, but maintained her professional composure. “Oh, yes! Of course we can!” She nodded happily, accepting the Pokeball and loading it into the little healing rack. When she went to turn on the machine, though, it just flashed red and let out a little bleep sound, much to Mauve’s distress. “Oooh… umm… ma’am, are you aware that the leafeon inside this ball is currently… deceased?”

Mauve nodded quickly, a little frightened by the Nurse Joy’s tone. “Yes, yes! But you can bring her back, right?”

To her relief, the Nurse Joy nodded. “Uuuh, yes, we do have a machine in the back that handles just these sorts of cases,” she said, as she stepped out from behind the counter.

“Oh, thank you! Thank you!” In a haze of gratitude and relief, Mauve suddenly flung herself at the Nurse Joy, wrapping her in a big, overjoyed hug! … before blushing and stumbling back when she realized what she had just done! “Umm… sorry.”

The Nurse Joy was left a little frazzled and flustered herself at that, but still, she led the (strangely curvy) trainer into a back room, where a much more heavy-duty looking versions of these healing machines was waiting. Once the Pokeball was loaded in, it started whirring for about a minute… until, at least, with a ching!, the new much warmer Pokeball popped back out! Eagerly, Mauve grabbed it, opening it up… and with a flash of red light, the leafeon appeared, naked and still, sitting in the fetal position on the floor! “... Viola?” Mauve hesitantly spoke up, laying a hand on the leafeon’s shoulder.

Hearing her familiar voice and feeling her touch, Viola slowly stirred. “Mauve?” The two stared at eachother for a few moments, awed… before, suddenly, sheer joy overtook the both of them!

“Oooh! Thank Arceus, you’re okay!” Mauve said, helping the leafeon stand before wrapping her in the biggest, tightest hug she’s yet accomplished, practically lifting the leafeon off her feet! The two embraced with a sheer burst of love, almost spinning in place as they hugged.

“Oooh, Mauve! Is it really over? Do those scientists think I’m, you know…? Oooh! I love you so much! That was the best night of my life!” Viola shouted with bliss! Since Mauve had roused her, and not some laboratory goons, that must’ve meant their plan worked! She never had to go back to that… awful lab! She could stay with her true love… forever!

Meanwhile, the Nurse Joy stood stunned by the scene… especially when their hug evolved into a kiss, and their kiss evolved into a full-on makeout sesh, their hands exploring eachother’s curves as they passionately locked lips. “Uuh… I’ll just give you two some privacy,” the Nurse Joy stuttered, stumbling off awkwardly, her cheeks now deeply red…

Usually, when someone brings in their Pokemon for revival, it’s because they were eaten by a wild Pokemon. In this case, though, the truth was a little stranger than that...

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Indeed, that night at the hot springs was one they would never forget. After all, it was the night they realized that, with a single plan, both of them could have everything they’d always desired: Viola, her freedom; and Mauve, the chance to finally let a beautiful woman like her slide down her throat, to feel her soften and gurgle away in her stomach, turning all those perfect curves into padding for her own body...

Viola sat up on the table, Mauve taking a knee down by the bottom, ready to accept Viola feet-first. She wasn’t entirely sure whether it was even possible for humans to do this, but some part of her was telling her it must be. She felt so determined that she was certain that nothing, not even biology, could prevent her from finally claiming the beautiful, delicious girl before her as a meal. She was practically drooling, light-headed at the mere thought of tucking her all away inside her comfy stomach. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Mauve asked, reassuring her soon-to-be dinner. “The Pokecenter will work, Viola. I know it will, 100%!”

Viola seemed a little less confident in all this, but still gave Mauve a sheepish smile. “I know. I trust you, Mauve,” she nodded, “but before we start… I just want to thank you. You’ve made these last couple months the happiest of my life.”

The look on Viola’s face, combined with the genuineness of her town, it was enough to make even Mauve forget her hunger for a moment, spring up to hug the leafeon, even tearing up a little bit! At this point, her heart was just bursting with unfiltered love for Viola, so hearing she made her so happy was deeply affecting. “Oooh, stop! You’re gonna make me cry!”

Viola giggled, returning the hug and nuzzling Mauve close. “I… I really do love you, you know…” She said under her breath. Mauve paused for a moment, realizing the importance of that statement. While they had both long been aware of the budding love they had for eachother, this was the first time one of them had come out and said it; turning their relationship, in a moment, into something more real. The only way Mauve knew how to respond was to offer her lips, and, without hesitation, Viola accepted, the two of them sharing their very first kiss. That one moment felt like it lasted aeons; and by the time it was over, tears were streaming down Mauve’s cheeks.

“I love you too. Oh, Arceus, I love you so much,” Mauve practically whimpered, as if frustrated that the english language didn’t really have the words to fully convey how much she’d come to care for the leafeon. She supposed love would have to do. “After this is all over, we’re gonna be together, okay? Exploring all over the world together. No ratty scientists around to pull us apart, okay?”

It was just starting to sink in for Viola that this really might be the end of all her woes. She’d never have to see that drab laboratory again; and all those nights spent hanging out with Mauve, which she had previously considered an occasional luxury, would now become the new normal. The thought filled her with excitement! “Oh, yes! I can’t wait!” By that point, all of her hesitations were gone, and she just wanted to gurgle away in that cute gut of Mauve’s as soon as possible. “Come, darling. I’m ready. Tuck me away~!”

Despite the emotional highs she had just endured, Mauve was still a slave to her lust and hunger; and hearing a gorgeous woman like Viola practically beg to be her meal turned her on immensely, not to mention got her stomach growling as if it was demanding to have Viola packed away inside. This is it, she thought as she got back into position, gazing longingly over Viola’s perfect body. I’m finally doing it. Oh, Arceus. After all these years. And I couldn’t have picked a better, kinder girl to try it with. Shivering with the burning anticipation, Mauve gently took hold of Viola’s ankles… and slowly, but with surprising ease, slid the leafeon’s feet right into her mouth! She couldn’t help but coo with delight as her taste buds were once again blessed with the leafeon’s flavor. “Mmm~” She paused for a moment, relaxing her throat muscles — and sure enough, in a feat of stretchiness that surprised even herself, managed to slide them right inside!

Meanwhile, Viola hadn’t been quite as sure what to expect… but the sensations that dawned on her as she was pressed deeper and deeper into Mauve were getting her fairly worked up quickly. The woman was taking it slow, making sure to savor every little bit of the leafeon’s flavor, as she slowly accepted more and more of her into the squeezing embrace of her throat. Feeling the sheer warmth and slickness of Mauve’s body around her, as it was soon working her way passed her knees… it was leaving her panting with a strange sort of pleasure, biting her lip. “Mmmff! Oh my goodness! This feels… this feels…” The leafeon huffed, shivering as she imagined just what it’ll be like to feel those same sensations all around her.

Meanwhile, Mauve was having no problems at all swallowing her down! It was almost as if the human body was just naturally designed to be able to do this kind of thing, just like many Pokemons’ were, and she just never realized before now. She took her time, letting her tongue glide over and savor every little inch of the leafeon’s body, but she didn’t taste anything too interesting until she reached the woman’s waist. “O-oh my!” A shiver travelled through Viola’s entire body, just feeling that warm, slick tongue run over her inner thighs, slowly teasing her way to the leafeon’s sex. Painfully slowly, Mauve explored those lips with her tongue, driving Viola mad with the anticipation before she finally started rubbing the slick surface against the leafeon’s clit. “Aaaaah~! Ooooooh, Mauve, darling~!”

Mauve’s cheeks bulged with the leafeon’s unbelievably thick thighs as she paused at her waist, thoroughly playing with her sex with her tongue, taking pride in making the leafeon tense, pant, and gasp cutely as she ate her out. But the Leafeon’s sickeningly sweet flavor was still beckoning to her, and before long, her gluttony demanded she started pushing the leafeon deeper into her! Fitting those thick ass cheeks and wide hips into her maw was quite the challenge, but eventually, she managed to force them down, bulging out her neck to its limit. By this point, now that Viola was thoroughly worked up, feeling more of herself being pulled into that tight, massaging throat was driving her wild! “Mmmm, yyyess! Just a little more, darling… ooh, I hope it’s everything you’ve dreamed about!”

Viola tried to wriggle in just the right ways to help herself descend down Mauve’s throat, and pressed her arms down into that maw so that Mauve could swallow them easily, now keeping them restrained against her sides by the tightness of her throat. They’d passed the point of no return — Viola’s heart fluttered with the knowledge that she was absolutely going to be Mauve’s midnight snack. Soon, another bit of fun came with Mauve finally reached those big, juicy breasts, the dopiest expression of bliss on her face as she licked all over those pillowy orbs once more for a couple of minutes… before shoving them inside, creating two massive, round bulges in her throat! “Mmffff… oooh~! That’s right, darling… tuck me away…” Viola huffed, as Mauve leaned her head back, rubbing all over her belly with her hands as she let gravity assist with sliding the leafeon inside of her completely. Viola shivered as she felt herself start to enter Mauve’s stomach, planting a little kiss on her cheek before her head slid into her maw. “I love you…”

The bulge of Viola’s body was clear in Mauve’s throat, as it slid down, disappearing bit by bit behind her own chest. Her belly sloshed loudly as it started to expand and bloat out, easily stretching beyond belief to fit Viola’s body. Since the two women were around the same height, soon, Mauve’s belly was as big as the rest of her entire body! Now that Viola was finally sealed away inside of her, and her airways were finally clear, Mauve could finally start shamelessly moaning in abject bliss! “Ooooh~! Fffff - mmmm~! Yes! Yes! Oh, Arceus, Viola, keep wriggling…!” She groped all over her belly, her mind feeling fried and overloaded by bliss, feeling the adorable leafeon girl entirely inside her, able to feel the weight of her body, and every single one of her movements. It was the kind of pleasure that felt too good to be true; some part of her subconsciously believed that it was going to be snatched away from her any second now. But no, it persisted; and Mauve quickly realized that she was likely going to be here, writhing in a haze of pleasure, for hours…

She sat there on her knees for a while, unable to move from that spot what with how much she was panting and shivering. In her blurry haze, all she could do was feel up and knead her massive, overstuffed belly, taking the opportunity to grope the leafeon’s curvy body through those layers of pudge. She was turned on as hell, though she couldn’t really masturbate with her massive belly blocking her reach; she didn’t really mind that too much, since the sensations currently rocking her body were far better than any orgasm, but still, she took a mental note to bring a vibrator next time she tried this. Eventually, she worked up the will to stand up (although the weight of her belly almost knocked her over) and climb, slowly and carefully, up onto that massage table. “Oooh, Viola… this is more incredible than I’ve ever imagined… mmmf~” She huffed, rolling over onto her back, admiring her belly. “Hehe… it sounds like you’re having fun in there too, huh?”

Sure enough, while Mauve might not be able to reach herself, Viola had no such problems; she was able to stretch out a bit in that roomy belly, moaning and panting with loud, shameless abandon as she pumped her fingers into her pussy. The sensation in there was similar to the hot springs, but more intense; the warmth was so sauna-like, so intense, that it felt like it was seeping right into her very bones, filling her with a sense of warmth and relaxation that filled her very core. She could feel Mauve all around her; feel every little muscle of her stomach squeezing or massaging her curvy, busty figure; feel the human’s hands occasionally groping her ass or tits through the smooth flesh. And most of all, she could feel the acids soaking her body, tingling as they worked on her… and it felt absolutely amazing.

The little parlor was alight with the moans of the woman writhing with pleasure, alongside the cacophony of gurgles, churns, and sloshes coming from her massive, overstuffed belly. “Mmmm… my belly is working on you so hard… making you all a part of my body…” She huffed, running a hand over the smooth surface of her gut. “That must feel… wonderful, hmmm?” It wasn’t just the fact that she’d finally lived out her fantasy of eating a girl that was getting her off (although that definitely helped); it was also just knowing how much bliss Viola was experiencing inside her that filled her with joy. Her body was the leafeon’s entire world at this moment, massaging all over her as it worked to turn her curvy, fluffy body into layers of smooth human fat. It was almost like the two were becoming one. Viola had been right; what could possibly be more intimate than this?

Viola’s breasts, her hips, her perfect curves, all of those were melting down to pad out Mauve’s own figure; a process that no doubt took a while, leaving Mauve panting there for hours, oscillating between moments of relative calmness and lucidity, and moments of extreme pleasure and passion that left her squirming on the massage table. Eventually, near the tail end of the digestion process, the both of them would slowly fall into a deep slumber, more than exhausted by the night’s fun. Just before she could drift off to sleep, Mauve ran a hand lovingly over that distended belly, her heart filled with admiration for the girl she’s tucked away inside...

“I love you…”

> Credits...
ASaneMan (art)

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