[b][u] The Doctor Is In [/u][/b]
 
Typh strolled through the lush green forest, his each plodding step leaving deep footprints in the dirt. Usually the Swampert would have made the journey to the Clearspring clinic by swimming across the lake; but Summer felt like it got shorter every year and he wanted to enjoy the greenery while it lasted. Bird Pokemon sang out their warning cries as they saw him coming, scattering from the tree tops and taking to the safety of the wide open skies above the canopy. He could hardly blame them; he was a big Pokemon, and he was known for his big appetite.
 
It had been years since he had been the Pokemon they all feared; the one who thought with his stomach and filled it without a care for the prey inside. That was what Clearspring was all about in the end; building a Pokemon town where they didn’t have to worry about hunting or being hunted anymore.
 
The Swampert had kept his old fighting instincts sated with his sister’s Rescue Team and working at the Dojo. He also had his need for squirmy food accounted for; there were plenty of willing prey at the Den every night, lining up to get guzzled by the local swamp monster. He slapped his belly proudly as he boosted his confidence; Biggest gut in Clearspring and the champion of the One Gulp Technique; who [i]wouldn’t[/i] want to take that ride from such a big friendly guy?
 
His stomach let out a hollow grumble and Typh’s pudgy hand rested on it with a grunt of contemplation. The morning had stripped him of his two main sources of prey; Cyn wanted him working the late shift at the Den, which would be hours of waiting on an empty stomach, and the Dojo told him he needed a day off after he hurt his back in a battle against an up-and-coming team. At least Leaf’s clinic wasn’t too far away now. Once he had something for his back he could find something to fill his gut until he could get some [i]real[/i] food, even if it was just berries and cakes from the Cafe.
 
Or he could just eat Leaf. The Swampert slapped his forehead, it was so obvious! The doctor had always been a huge fan of his gut, and with how much it had grown since the Reviver Seed shortage ended, how could he possibly resist? He ran his large wet tongue across his mouth, Leafeon sounded [i]so[/i] good right now. He started walking faster, his large fan-like tail twitching as he saw the large hollow tree the clinic was built inside coming into view.
 
Typh swung the door open the moment he reached it, almost swinging it off its hinges from his eagerness. The slam it made against the wall startled the Leafeon, who quickly scrambled to catch the two potion bottles he had carefully been pouring. He quickly caught them both, one in each forepaw as the tips of his vines poked out of the leaves on his ankles. “Hey Leaf! Guess what?” Typh grinned broadly as he slammed the door behind him. “I got a surprise for ya.”
 
“I hope it’s a good one, I’ve been a little swamped today, if you’ll pardon the expression,” The timid doctor chuckled as he placed the bottles carefully on the wooden table. “I imagine you’re here for your back medication? It should be ready for you now.” He added as he quickly trotted over to pick it out from a bunch of other bottles of brightly coloured liquid.
 
“Oh, err… yeah, I guess I [i]am[/i] here for that,” The Swampert picked at the corner of his mouth as the Leafeon brought it over to him and dropped it in his free hand before turning to go back to his work. “But uh, that wasn’t the surprise. You knew about it already, so how could’ve it been, right?” Typh gave him a broad smile as he plodded after him.
 
“You’re right, I suppose it wasn’t that much of a surprise,” The Leafeon chuckled, though Typh could tell he was just humouring him as he returned to his busywork. He had never seen the doctor so frazzled and busy, maybe now wasn’t the best time to have him for lunch after all.
 
His stomach let out a groan in response, loud enough for the doctor to hear. He blushed through his yellow fur, his long leafy ears tucking back sheepishly. “Heh, sounds like your belly might’ve just ruined the surprise though,” He smiled up at the Swampert. “I could certainly use a break, but I just don’t have the time right now. Maybe we could do it in the Den later?” he offered.
 
“Hm… I’ll need to check with my associate,” Typh replied, putting on a serious tone as he gave his heavy gut a squeeze. It responded with a low [i]Bbbrbbbll…[/i] of disagreement, and the Swampert nodded. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Sorry Leaf, we’re really looking to make lunch plans, not dinner.”
 
“You’re welcome to forage for berries in my garden, if you’d like. They’d probably be more filling than me anyway,” The Leafeon smiled bashfully as he listened to the Swampert’s stomach calling out to him. He tried to distract himself with his work, but he was so close to cracking Typh could already taste those minty leaves of his. He just needed to find a way to free up this schedule.
 
“C’mon Leaf, I’ve never seen you this stressed out. You need a break,” The Swampert plodded around behind him and slapped the Leafeon on the back, causing him to fumble and almost drop the bottles again. “I mean, it looks like you’ve already made all the medicine. Couldn’t you just leave ‘em out for your customers to take when they come to pick ‘em up?”
 
“Patients,” Leaf corrected him.
 
“I’m tryin’ to be, but just seeing you is making my stomach roar.” The Swampert grunted as his stomach let out another rumble at its mere vicinity to the tasty nerd snack.
 
“No, not ‘Patience’, Patients. The Pokemon who come to my clinic are patients, not customers,” The Leafeon shook his head. “And besides, I can’t just leave the bottles out. What if someone took the wrong one?” He tucked his ears back as he looked around the clinic, “I really need to find an apprentice or someone to help out around here. Sometimes it feels like one of me isn’t enough to keep the whole town safe and healthy.”
 
“And full,” Typh added as he ruffled the Leafeon’s ears with his large chubby hand, causing the doctor to duck his head bashfully at the petting, not to mention the teasing. “But if you need someone to stick around and watch the clinic while you’re on break, I could do that for ya. You’ll be in my stomach anyway, so I could always ask you if I needed help.”
 
“You?” Leaf started to laugh, but quickly stopped himself with a paw over his muzzle. “O-oh, I’m really sorry Typh. I didn’t mean to be rude, it’s just…” he glanced at the glass bottles of medicine on the far counter before turning his gaze back to the Swampert’s bulky form. He finally finished mixing the two bottles on the table together and poured them both into a bowl, letting it sit in the middle of the table as he addressed the Swampert. “...Medicine requires a really delicate hand. I’m not sure if you’re equipped for this kind of environment.”
 
“It’s not like I need to know how to make any of this stuff, it’s just giving bottles to cust– patients, right?” The Swampert furrowed his brow as he took out the bottle of medicine the Leafeon gave him before. “It’s like this one, right? I just hand it over to them and tell them to drink it,” The Swampert gave it a shake before uncorking it and tipping the top towards his wide mouth.
 
“Typh, that’s a lotion! You’re supposed to rub it on your back!” Leaf yelped as his vines shot out to take the bottle away from the Swampert before he could drink it. The Swampert took the opportunity to scoop the Leafeon up in his other arm while he was distracted, holding the quadruped to his broad chest muscles as he held the bottle out of reach. “O-oh my,” he blushed up at him.
 
“See? I can be gentle too,” The Swampert reassured him with a little squeeze, pressing the blushing Leafeon to his chest. He poured the lotion over his shoulder and let it run down his back, feeling it fork as it reached his tail fin and drip over his haunches. He reached back with his free hand and rubbed the lotion into his back, feeling instant relief as he let out a quiet satisfied groan. “I can… mmh… show ‘em how to apply it too. Just need to know which ones go in ya and which ones go on ya.”
 
“I suppose I could make you a list… it really is just Pokemon picking up things I’ve made for them today, I don’t have any check-ups or patients I know about.” The Leafeon reasoned with a nod, squirming gently in the Swampert’s arms to let him know he wanted to be put down. The Swampert released his grip and the Leafeon hopped onto the floor, immediately trotting over to his modest lab. He picked up a pencil and started writing on a pad of paper, “I’ll give you a list of patients and what they’re expecting, and how much they should take and when to take it.”
 
“And after you do that, you’re cool with me eating you?” Typh blinked slowly.
 
“I’d really enjoy that, it feels like it’s been a long time since I’ve been inside you,” The Leafeon smiled over his shoulder, his leafy tail wagging in excitement as the blush from before returned his muzzle. “Seems like these days I’m alternating between Malus and Cyn.”
 
“Malus? I’ve never seem him eatcha,” Typh stared at him, his body tensing at the news. The Persian had made a lot of improvement since he had first arrived, but the Swampert still couldn’t bring himself to fully trust him.
 
“He shows up here at night sometimes, slips in through my window or door and just…” The Leafeon trailed off, his paw circling in a ‘need I say more?’ gesture. “...it’s fine, really. It keeps him from hunting in the forest, which has to be a good thing, right?”
 
“You want me to have a word with him?” Typh asked, his voice lowering as his stomach let out a gurgly growl. “Suddenly I’m in the mood for cat. Where’s he workin’ today?”
 
“Y-you don’t have to do that! It’s actually sort of flattering, in a strange way.” The Leafeon smiled sheepishly up at him. “I used to be his last resort when he couldn’t catch anything, but now he tends to come here first if he’s out in the forest at night,” his leafy tail swished faster and harder as his blush deepened. “A-and his rough nature is kind of exciting. I know it sounds strange, but it’s also sort of…” he ducked his head guiltily, “...attractive. D-don’t tell him I said that, of course.”
 
“Oh err, so you like him?” The Swampert crossed his arms over his chest, his head cocked to the side. That tail was wagging [i]way[/i] faster now that he was thinking about Malus instead of him. Jealousy steadily pooled in the dojo champion’s heart as he watched it swish too and fro. Was he no longer Leaf’s favourite predator in Clearspring? Was he getting replaced by some rich out-of-town bully?
 
“You really don’t have to worry,” The Leafeon told him, apparently reading his thoughts as he trotted over and rubbed his side against the Swampert’s leg, his head pressing adoringly against his heavy gut. “Malus’ bully pred attitude can be exciting, but I feel a lot safer in your stomach. To be honest, I sometimes picture myself inside it when I get stressed out. It helps me calm down.”
 
“Heh, you do?” Typh asked as he reached down to pet along the Leafeon’s ears, being careful not to be as rough as he was before. The doctor trilled happily and leaned up into the hand, smushing his face against the belly as it groaned in his ear.
 
“I certainly needed to earlier; I wouldn’t have been able to get through this morning without it,” Leaf admitted as he opened his hazel eyes to look up at Typh, his glasses pushed at a silly angle as his cheek sank into the thick fat of the Swampert’s gut. “Besides, there are things you can do that he can’t.”
 
“Yeah, and I’ve learned a few new tricks since I last snacked on you.” Typh grinned, his confidence restored as he ran his hand down the Leafeon’s back, rubbing his back through the white lab coat. “You all done with that list?”
 
“It’s as straightforward as it can be,” the Leafeon smiled nervously, clearly still unsure about leaving his clinic in Typh’s sometimes uncoordinated hands. “I-I’d love to see your new tricks,” he added quickly, his leafy tail wagging in excitement.
 
“Heh, well since you like getting bullied so much…” the Swampert began with a low chuckle. The hand that had been trailing soothingly along the Leafeon’s back gripped his tail, causing the doctor to let out a flustered squeak. Typh hoisted him up by it, leaving Leaf dangling helplessly as he held him up in one hand. “Bet Malus never did this to ya,” he winked one orange eye at the blushing dork.
 
“H-he certainly hasn’t,” Leaf replied breathlessly, all four paws kicking as the tip of his tail flicked back and forth in excitement. If this is his reaction to getting picked up by the tail, Typh could only imagine how much he’d squirm for what came next. The Swampert lifted him higher, his long wet tongue slobbering over Leaf’s face; the width and length catching the leafs on his chest. His stomach growled hungrily at his salad flavour, and the Swampert lowered him just enough to catch his forehead leaf in his mouth.
 
He started to suck on it gently, causing the Leaf to squirm and kick his hind legs, his forepaws covering his blushing face as he let out muffled moans into them. Cyn had always told him it was a sensitive spot for the Leafeon and his kind, but he never really appreciated how sensitive it could be. He finally opened his mouth enough for it to flick free, bringing with it a long line of drool that splattered over the lenses of the Leafeon’s glasses. They were far too fogged up from the Swampert’s heavy breath to be useful anyway, but Leaf made no effort to wipe them clean as he dangled and squirmed.
 
The Swampert opened his maw wide, letting out a hot, humid breath over the eeveelution’s face, minty-fresh thanks to his head leaf. His thick wet tongue splatted against the Leafeon’s slender chest and ran up, lathering his chest leaves and cupping his chin for a moment before enveloping his muzzle. The Leafeon let out a muffled moan at the tasting, his hind legs kicking with excitement as the Swampert held his tongue against his face, casually slurping and drooling to make sure the leaf’s visage was thoroughly soaked. Finally he moved it away, revealing Leaf’s glasses sitting in the dip of his tongue.
 
“O-oh, you’ve got my glasses on your–” The Leafeon reached out to retrieve them, only for the Swampert to close his jaws gently around his hazel paw. He slurped and suckled it, allowing Leaf to feel every move of the muscle, hidden from view. “O-ooh my…” Leaf blushed hotly, his digits twitching as he rubbed the tongue in return. The eeveelution tensed as Typh took a gulp, and then opened his jaws to reveal the glasses were gone with an ‘aaaah~’ of satisfaction. “H-heh, I’m going to need those back.” The Leafeon smiled shyly.
 
“Good thing the two of ya are headin’ the same way then,” Typh grinned broadly at him, causing the Leafeon to buckle in his grip as he squeezed his hind legs together. The Swampert swung him playfully by the tail, causing a timid ‘eon~’ from the doctor as he covered his blushing face with his paws; his right one still damp with drool that ran down and stained the sleeve of his labcoat. As his stomach let out another impatient groan he lifted Leaf upwards until he was dangling over his head by the tail, if he dropped him he’d probably fall all the way down his throat without so much as a gulp. The Swampert opened his mouth wide, his tongue lolling out to ensure the Leafeon would have a soft landing in his warm wet maw. “Betcha I can think of something else Malus can’t do.”
 
“Wh-what?” Leaf blushed, his voice a flustered squeak at the sight below him. He instinctively curled his paws against himself at the sight of the drop; which is exactly what the Swampert had counted on. With a thrust of his head he snapped his jaws shut around the Leafeon, capturing his entire body in his mouth in a single chomp. The only part that remained outside was his wagging leafy tail, which the Swampert finally let go of in order to rub his gut with both hands to prepare it for its next arrival.
 
As the Swampert began to taste the Leafeon he quickly formed a mental image of how he was positioned; straddling his tongue with his hind paws either side of it, and his forepaw resting against the wide flat middle. He started by pinning him to the roof his mouth and rolling his tongue along the Leafeon’s sensitive underbelly, causing the doctor to let out a series of excited yips and moans as his tail swished back and forth approvingly in front of the Swampert’s nostrils, spreading its minty scent over them.
 
Next he rolled him into the side of his maw, pinning him in his left cheek as it bulged out with the squirming nerd’s form. He reached out and groped the area just under the orange spikes on his cheek, feeling around until he found the Leafeon’s face. “Heh, bet Malus can’t fit your whole body in his mouth,” he drooled, slobber dripping from his mouth and splattering on his wide belly. “Neither can sis, for that matter. Heh, guess you gotta come to me if you want this experience~”
 
The Leafeon’s reply was muffled by the thick wet surface his maw was pinned against, but Typh could tell from the tone he approved. One of his brown hind paws poked out of his mouth, twitching and kicking playfully for a moment before the Swampert pushed it back between his lips with a single finger. He finally released the Leafeon from his pinning tongue, allowing the exhausted eeveelution to flop back into the centre of his maw, his labcoat completely drenched and stuck to his body with drool.
 
The Swampert didn’t let him rest for long; his warm tongue wrapped around the smaller ‘mon’s body and pinned him underneath it, tucked in the most humid part of his mouth. That would occupy the Leafeon while he got ready for his next ‘surprise’, casually plodding towards the back room. The doctor was practically melting in his maw as he finally uncurled his tongue, allowing to rise and lay on his back against it.
 
Typh opened his jaws wide, revealing the Leafeon’s reflection back at him as he stared into the bathroom mirror. The Leaf laid on his back across the wide flat tongue, his hind legs splayed wide open as he panted and took deep breaths of the fresh air, his expression one of total ecstasy. He glanced down, his ears shooting upright and his fur standing on end as he law the lustful leaf in his reflection. His tail quickly tucked up between his legs to protect his modesty, his forepaws holding it in place as he blushed. “T-Typh!” he gasped, his hind legs tucking together.
 
Typh closed his mouth around the doctor, now capturing him completely, tail and all, in his hungry maw. He jostled him back and forth with his tongue, repositioning him by mouthfeel and taste alone. Finally he opened his mouth again to reveal the Leafeon resting on his front, his hind legs dangling down the Swampert’s throat. He titled his tongue slightly, causing Leaf to gradually slide back until he was bundled up at the very back at his throat… then lowered his tongue so the doctor could watch.
 
He got as close to the mirror as he could, one hand resting either side of it as he stretched his jaws open as far as they could go. He could just about catch a glimpse of the Leafeon’s expression as he looked down; his light brown eyes wide in anticipation for the swallow. He relaxed his throat, allowing Leaf to slip just enough into it for his head to rest under his dangling uvula. He curled his hands into fists and sent him on his way with a [i]GLURK![/i] The Leafeon vanished from his jaws immediately, other than his head leaf that trailed along after him.
 
He tried to follow the bulge Leaf made with his hand, but it went way too fast. Too much drool, he figured, or maybe the Leafeon was just too small to need an extra gulp. Either way the next time the Swampert saw the doctor was when his belly bounced at his arrival, almost brushing the floor before it jiggled back to its former resting place. He gave it a gentle pat and let out a long “UrrrrRraahhhp!” before wiping the drool off his mouth with his arm. “Mmhh… tasty as ever.”
 
“Spacious as ever,” Leaf complimented him back, his forepaws immediately going to work rubbing the walls around him. “Not that there’s anything wrong with tight stomachs, but sometimes it’s nice to have a little leg room while you’re being ingested.”
 
“I’ll take your word for it,” Typh chuckled as he reached into the back of his mouth with his finger and picked out some yellow fur. He felt a lot better now that his stomach was filled with such a tasty snack, but he still had to fulfil his promise to the doctor. He took a step back from the mirror and pushed at his gut, subtly guiding the Leafeon into place. “Try and stay there if you can, you should be able to blend in pretty well.”
 
“I’ll do my best,” Leaf replied as he continued to rub the walls with his paws. It was hard for Typh not to groan with approval as he soothed his stomach walls, but he didn’t want to scare off the patients; it was bad enough to walk into the clinic and find a big hulking Swampert instead of a cute little Leafeon, it’d be ever worse if he a squirming gut too. He plodded into the main room, his eyes on his gut as he walked to see if there were any signs of the Leafeon poking out when he moved. Nothing too obvious; at least not to the unaware eye. At least he wasn’t encumbered by the extra weight, though his walk had always had a bit of a waddle to it ever since he evolved.
 
He picked up the Leafeon’s notes and compared them to the bottles of medicine. It seemed straightforward enough, Leaf had even gone to the trouble of writing down the patients species so he could identify them easier. Feeling confident that he knew what he was doing the Swampert took a seat the table to wait for the patients to arrive, his hands massaging and fondling his belly as the Leafeon rubbed back from the inside. “I would have thought you’d have started digesting me already, is there something wrong?” Leaf asked as his forepaws ran over the stomach walls. “I don’t see any internal damage…”
 
“I’m holding myself back, just nervous I might need your help or somethin’,” Typh rubbed the back of his head with a nervous chuckle as he patted his gut. “Won’t get many answers out of you if you’re Leafeon mush.”
 
“Or belly fat for that matter,” Leafeon joined in on the teasing, ganging up on himself with the Swampert as he huffed and squirmed. The Swampert gave his gut a firm rub to settle the doctor back down, reminding him to stay in place with a grope of his belly. “S-sorry, it’s just really hot in here. My glasses keep steaming over every time I wipe them off.”
 
“It’s fine, you can probably move a little to be honest, no one’s gonna notice a little jiggle and slosh,” Typh grinned as he cupped his belly in one of his hands, lifting the Leafeon up slightly before dropping it and watching his gut bouncing as the Leafeon tumbled inside it. His stomach let out another digestive groan, coaxing him into gurgling his friend then and there, but he silenced the suggestion with a soothing rub. Negotiations with his stomach had rarely worked in his favour in the past, but he had it fairly well trained as far as bellies go. The Leafeon would be safe and secure in his belly, so long as he gave it something else later.
 
It wasn’t long before the first patient arrived and Typh had to get off his tail and do some work. She seemed surprised to find the Swampert waiting for her and naturally asked where the doctor was. Typh replied he was ‘on a lunch break’ and she didn’t press further. The way her eyes watched his bulging belly told him she understood. After calming her down with some casual small talk he found the Furret on the list and handed over her medicine with a broad grin. She smiled politely in turn, but as she took it he could feel her paws trembling against the bottle, and her wide eyes watching his stomach for any signs of life. She slipped the medicine in her bag and scurried out the door, calling back a “Thank you!” that came out more as a panicked yell than genuine gratitude.
 
The next patient went slightly better; it was one of the Pokemon Typh had sparred with at the Dojo. The Typhlosion didn’t seem to mind the Swampert’s gut at all, even giving it a slap and asking if “the doctor is in.” Typh grinned back and rubbed his gut until the Leafeon started to squirm again, causing the two to share a chuckle. The Swampert handed over the potion and the Typhlosion promise to return to the Dojo soon. “Got this move I’ve been working on that’ll blow you away, I’m definitely going to win next time.” He told him, giving a thumbs up as he made his way out the clinic and closed the door behind him.
 
The rest of the afternoon dragged on, though getting to feel the Leafeon squirm as he teased him left the Swampert enjoying every second of it. As the sun started to set Typh waved goodbye to the last patient and pushed the empty rack of medicine to one side. “That’s all of ‘em, thanks for keeping me company, Leaf.”
 
“Seems like you didn’t need my help after all,” The Leafeon told him as he rubbed his cheek affectionately against the stomach wall. “I’m glad you were able to handle my patients for me. I must admit, I think after mixing berries all last night and this morning, I needed a break.”
 
“I didn’t need help with the patients, but you sure helped keep me from gettin’ bored.” The Swampert let out a booming laugh as he slapped his gut. “I don’t know how you handle doing this every day, Leaf. I’ll take the bruises from the Dojo any day compared to this.”
 
“It’s not so bad, I tend to let my mind wander and daydream while I’m waiting for patients to show up,” Leaf replied with a blissful sigh. “Though it’s not often one of my daydreams comes true… four hours and not a smidge of digestion, I’m starting to think you’ll spit me up whole.”
 
“Mmh, yeah I guess it’s about that time. Cyn’s gonna want me to head to the Den soon,” The Swampert grunted as he looked out the window at the dying orange glow of the sun as it disappeared beyond the canopy, the stars beginning to take its place lighting the night sky. It was probably time to either digest the Leafeon or spit him back out, he had a long shift ahead of him after all, and the customers there would no doubt want to spend time in his belly.
 
He felt the Leafeon shift inside him, propping himself up as he awaited the Swampert’s answer. Typh looked around the clinic for things to stall with, his eyes eventually turning to the wooden bowl on the table, its mixed berry contents finally blended together in a thick paste. “Huh, there’s still one thing left. No one came for the bowl you were mixing earlier.”
 
“O-oh, that wasn’t for any of my patients. It was actually a little experiment I’ve been working on,” The Leafeon explained, his ear tips brushing the top of the Swampert’s stomach as they perked up. “It’s still a work in progress, but it should theoretically prevent digestion when applied to someone’s body.”
 
“You’re makin’ endo juice?” Typh blinked as he picked the bowl up, watching the contents ripple and slosh as he moved it. He gave it an experimental sniff; fruity, a little zesty… not too bad as far as medicine went.
 
“I don’t know if I’d call it ‘endo juice’ exactly, but… I suppose so,” the Leafeon chuckled. “I’ve been tinkering with the recipe, I think this version might be what I’ve been looking for, though there’s no telling how long it’ll last once it’s applied.”
 
“Only one way to find out, I guess.” Typh replied as he held the bowl to his lips. He started to guzzle it down, drinking mouthful after mouthful of the potion and leaving it splattering over the Leafeon in his gut. The doctor squirmed at first, whimpering and whining about how sticky it was, though by the time the Swampert had finished the bowl he had submitted to having the noxiously sweet mixture dumped on him. The Swampert put them empty bowl back on the table and licked his lips thoughtfully, “Not bad; wouldn’t drink a keg of it, but I guess I wouldn’t mind having it on my prey either.”
 
“Glad to hear you approve, maybe you could help me with future tests,” Leaf remarked as he wriggled around, his body tossing and turning as he rubbed the mixture all over his fur. Finally he went still again and breathed out a little sigh. “I think I’m covered up now, though I’d hate for you to have to stay here all night checking on my progress instead of helping Cyn at the Den.”
 
“Oh you don’t have to worry about that; I promised my sis I’d do a shift tonight, and that’s what I’m gonna do.” The Swampert smiled broadly as he gave his gut a squeeze. It let out a digestive groan and started to work the Leafeon over, rolling him around and rubbing him from all sides as Typh plodded towards the door. “I just figured I’d let you come along with me. I spent all day helpin’ with your job, so now you’ve gotta help with mine~”
 
“W-won’t Pokemon be uncomfortable finding out there’s already someone in your stomach when they arrive?” The Leafeon chuckled nervously, the stomach sloshing around him with each step the Swampert too.
 
“Nah, who wouldn’t want to share a gut with such a cutie?” Typh teased him with a grope of his belly. “Besides, if they don’t like it, they can always eat you. Might help make sure the endo juice works if you test it on different stomachs anyway.”
 
The Leafeon began to reply, but a rumbling gurgle from the Swampert’s gut blocked his voice. It seemed not being able to digest the doctor was just making it louder, causing the doctor to blush and squirm as he was overpowered by [i]Ggrrrgggnnns[/i] and [i]Grrggggglleees[/i] of the Swampert’s talkative belly. One thing was for sure, he was in for a long night inside Typh’s spacious, noisy gut.
 
And regardless of how the experiment went, Typh couldn’t wait to eat him again.
 
The End.