DISCLAIMER

Hello there, reader! Before we get into things, I’d like to say that this is the fifth story in a serialized setting of mine. If you’ve read the previous stories already, great! But, if you haven’t, a lot of things in this story might be confusing, and a lot of context for the main characters and general scenario will be missing. If you’re new around here, I highly recommend reading the previous stories, which you can find in the Stories section of my Littleweed folder. So, if you want to experience this story at its best, and haven’t already read those, go read them!

With that in mind: Enjoy!

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“P-Please, let me go!” the Sentret cried, wriggling in Opal’s grasp as their ribbon hung it helpless by tail. “I’ll- I’ll do anything! I can g-get you something else to eat, please!”

“Oh, really?” Opal asked, curiosity on their face. “Like what?”

“B-Berries! Lots of them!” it answered, frantic. “I-I’ve got a whole stash back- back at my home! I c-can run back and get them for you, then bring them- bring them here!”

“Hmm…” Opal hummed in consideration, taking their time to mull over their options as the Sentret continued to look at them pleadingly. It was hard to keep a grin from ruining their mask as the squirrel floundered for an escape it would never find, both physically and verbally. “You said you’d go back and bring me the berries, right?”

“Yes! That way, you can j-just wait, and won’t have to walk all the way there. It’s very- super far away!”

The tiniest bit of a smirk graced the corner of Opal’s mouth. “You’re not lying, are you?” they asked, reveling at the mix of shock and fear the Sentret gave off as they did. “I mean, how would I know whether you’d come back or not? You could just scamper away and leave me behind, all hungry and sad…” They put on a frown. “You wouldn’t do that, right?”

“I, uh-” The Normal-Type stuttered, struggling to avoid getting caught in the double-bind Opal had set up for it. “… I’m not l-lying.”

Opal stared down their captive for a good couple of moments, thinking. Finally, they spoke. “You know… you remind me a bit of my friend.”

The squirrel blinked. “I… Huh? I d-do?”

“Yeah, you do.” Opal confirmed, smiling. “Wanna know why?”

“… Y-Yes?”

Smugness latched onto their face in droves. “You’re both really bad at lying.”

“N-No, I’m- mmf!”

The Sentret tried to argue, but was silenced by Opal’s ribbon slithering from its tail to cover its mouth, completely subduing it underneath the wrapping. “It didn’t really matter what you said- I had already made up my mind when I first caught you.” Opal explained, moving their prey closer to their face. “Y’know, I’ve never actually had a Sentret before. I wonder what you’ll taste like?” they wondered aloud, grinning. “Probably something similar to-”

guurRRUUroarn…

Opal scowled at their midsection. “Alright, alright, I’ll get to it. No need to rush me…” they assured their impatient gut.

They looked back up at the Sentret, sighing. “Sorry, little guy, but we’re gonna have to cut this short. As much as I love to play with my food, my stomach isn’t such a big fan.” they said. “Make sure to struggle, alright?”

With everything said, Opal parted their lips, opening their mouth wide and exposing the bright pink interior to their snack. They barely felt the weak struggles from their prey as they lowered the Sentret into their mouth, before-

“Opal! Donuts!”

Just as they were about to close their lips, Opal’s ears twitched and turned towards the familiar voice of Amy, calling for them. Even if the fact that it was Amy hadn’t gotten their attention, the word ‘donuts’ most certainly would’ve.

They considered if they should just swallow the Sentret despite Amy also having food- there certainly wasn’t a risk of feeling too full for it. But, after a couple moments, they came to the conclusion that Amy probably wouldn’t want to be hearing muffled cries from their stomach while they ate together. So, with a significant amount of restraint, they took the Sentret out of their mouth, closing their maw on empty air.

They smirked at the confused look on the Pokémon’s face. “Dang, you’re lucky.” they commented, unraveling their ribbon and dropping the Sentret to the ground with an unceremonious thmp.

It shook its head a bit to get its bearings, before tilting its head at them. “Wh-… What? Y-You’re… letting me go?”

“Yeah.” Opal answered. “I just heard my friend say she brought donuts, and I decided they’d fill in just fine for a little guy like you. You can run off now, if you want.”

Not needing to be told twice, the Sentret swiftly hopped to its feet, nearly tripping over itself in its haste to flee as quickly as possible. Opal watched it leave, frowning slightly. “And I never even got to taste it…” they pouted.

Hearing Amy call for them another time, they smiled. “I’m sure donuts are better, though.”

Opal hadn’t had to go very far from Amy’s house in order to find that Sentret, taking only thirty seconds or so of walking to get back. Pushing past the last bit of brush ringing the edge of the clearing, Opal saw Amy sitting on the porch, a bag of groceries behind her and a box on her lap. “Hey!” Opal greeted, smiling and waving a ribbon.

“Oh, hey! There you are!” Amy replied, returning the expression and wave. As Opal approached, the delicious scent from the box of baked treats wafted into their nose, sending their tail wagging furiously at the smell of their favorite food. Amy grinned. “Excited for these donuts, huh?”

“Do you even need to ask?” Opal answered rhetorically, holding out two ribbons needily as they waited for Amy to hand them the box. “How many did you already eat?” they asked, greedily snatching the cardboard container from Amy’s hands the second she held it out.

“None, actually.” Amy replied.

Opal smiled at that. “Ooo, saving them all so we can eat together? Must’ve taken a lot of self-restraint!” they joked, beginning to open the box.

“Nope. It’s all for you.”

Opal paused. They tilted their head at her. “What? Why?” they asked, confused. “I thought they were your favorite, too.”

The smile on Amy’s face grew a bit more forced. “They still are. It’s just… Well, my mom’s bank is being weird and isn’t letting her send me my allowance. I’m still too caught up in college to get a job and do school at the same time, so… I’m running a bit low on money right now. I couldn’t afford to get a full dozen like usual, so I decided to just get it for you.”

Finishing opening the box, Opal saw that she was right; there were only six. They frowned. “Oh. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want you to worry. There’s not really much you could do about it, so there’s no point in getting you worried about it.” Amy explained. “It’s really not a big deal.” she said, a slight shake in her smile.

Opal’s frown deepened. They didn’t even need to use their emotion-sensing feelers to tell that it definitely was a big deal- Amy’s expression alone told them that. Her expression also made it obvious that she didn’t want Opal to push any further, so they obliged.

Opal put on a smile, forcing their ears and tail out of the droop they’d begun to fall into. “Well, alright. But, are you sure you don’t want any? I’d be fine with just three.”

Amy waved the idea away. “No, it’s okay. I know how much you like them, and plus, I’m not even really that hungry. You can have them.”

Opal groaned internally from annoyance. Here they were, giving Amy a golden opportunity to have one of her favorite treats when she obviously needed the boost in mood, and she turned it down so they could have it- a version of the terrible situation they’d experienced many times, and had taken to calling ‘The Amy Dilemma.’ They either said no and tried to insist, which would be incredibly rude and could upset Amy, or they said yes, and were forced to deprive her of something that could make her happier. Sometimes Opal wished Amy was less selfless- would make it a lot easier to repay everything she’d done for them.

Ignoring the less than preferable situation, Opal kept up the act, grinning a bit wider. “Thanks! I really appreciate it.”

Amy’s smile became significantly more genuine from Opal’s perceived happiness. “No problem.”

Standing up and grabbing her groceries, Amy stretched, sighing. “Well, I’m gonna go inside. I’ve got some work to do.” She walked to the door, but before she entered, she stopped, turning back. “Unless you want me to stay with you while you eat?”

“I’m fine.” Opal declined. “I can eat alone. Whatever work you have is more important.”

“You sure?” Amy asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’d usually jump at the chance to spend an extra minute or two with me.”

Opal smirked at her. “I don’t know- maybe I’ve gotten sick of you. Your boundless positivity, your stunning looks, it’s all too much.”

Amy scoffed, blushing slightly from the compliments. “Whatever, fluffybutt. I’ll see you later.”

Opal watched as Amy entered the house, keeping their eyes on the door until they were sure Amy couldn’t see them. The second they were alone, they let the act drop, tail and ears drooping as they let their true emotions show. Sulking, their eyes went back to the donuts Amy had given them- still warm, and definitely still tasty. But, instead of feeling happy that they could eat them, or even hungry at all, they just felt… sad.

Then, that sadness became frustration.

“Ugh, why does she always keep these things from me?” they growled, scowling. “Whenever she’s got any issues, she always bottles it up unless she’s forced to let it out, even when she knows I want to help her! She always does all this stuff for me, but the second it’s her that needs help, she brushes it off. It’s so- I just- argh!”

As Opal complained to nobody in particular, all the other times similar things had happened floated up in their mind. Declining whenever Opal offered help with chores; treating them basically like royalty whenever they were sick, but denying Opal when they tried to return the favor; coming home at night and acting fine when Opal asks, then going to cry alone in her room where she didn’t realize they could hear. She just couldn’t ask for support, even if she needed it. And Opal had enough of it.

They were gonna help her. Whether she wanted them to or not.

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uurrRROrRargle…

Opal winced at the hunger pang, trying to ignore the incessant groOaarn…’s and woAArgle…’s from their stomach as they kept searching. While those donuts had held them off for a little bit, it hadn’t taken long for their body to use that energy, and begin to yearn for more. Looking at one of the berries they were carrying, their mouth began to water. Maybe… Maybe just one.

“No.” they commanded themselves, shaking their head. The whole reason they were collecting these things was because they knew a lot of the random stuff that grew in the forest here could be sold for a decent amount. If they ate even one, that would be one less thing for Amy to sell. But, that also meant that every one they found was one step closer to getting her back on her feet.

With that motivation in mind, they kept looking, trying harder and harder to ignore the ever-growing ache in their stomach as they continued. As they walked, they added anything they found to the metal tub they had grabbed from Amy’s shed. A funky smelling mushroom here, some berries there…

crnch!

Opal’s instincts kicked in at the unexpected and jarring noise, freezing up as their ears turned towards the sound, waiting for any more. Sure enough, as they paid more attention, they could hear a pair of footsteps walking through the forest, careless to avoid making noise.

Intrigued, Opal lowered themselves nearly to the ground, being sure to keep the tub steady as they stealthed towards the rustling brush and cracking branches. Peeking their head around a tree, they saw…

A trainer? they thought to themselves. All the way out here? There weren't any routes around the area Opal had chosen to search in- not anything notable at all, really. Why someone was in this part of the forest was beyond them.

With their curiosity piqued, Opal continued to follow, analyzing the stranger as best they could from their distance. They had a belt adorned with a full six Pokeballs, which they were surprised to see were all Ultra Balls, a rare sight. On their back was a particularly large backpack, with more zippers and side-containers than Opal could count; it must’ve been pretty full, too, with how much they were struggling to carry it. If they could afford six whole Ultra Balls, Opal could guess that whatever else was in there was probably equally-

… expensive.

Realization set in. Whatever was in that bag was definitely worth enough to net Amy a very substantial amount of Pokedollars, if she sold it. Forget the herbs and berries- that backpack was Amy’s ticket to getting back on her feet. All Opal had to do was sneak up behind the trainer, grab it, and-

clang!

The trainer froze at the sound, and Opal froze with them. While they’d been focused on the trainer, they’d stopped paying attention to the tub, which had just slammed into the side of a tree with an echoing bang. The trainer looked back, locking eyes with Opal, who was currently in a very suspicious position.

“Uh… Hi!” Opal chuckled nervously as they stood up, waving. The trainer looked stunned; Opal couldn’t tell if that was because of the fact that he’d just found a ‘wild’ Sylveon, that it was so massive, that it just spoke, or some combination of the three.

“… Are you gonna try to eat me?” he asked, looking at them cautiously.

“What? Psh, no, of course not!” Opal responded, waving him away as if the perfectly reasonable question was idiotic. “Even if I wanted to, which I-”

gooAARRrowoarn…

They winced slightly. “… Well, scratch that. I do kind of want to...” they corrected, the confession visibly concerning the trainer. “But I won’t. My friend doesn’t like it when I eat humans, so I’m trying to do it as little as possible.”

Their answer didn’t seem to particularly reassure him, as he took a step back, putting a hand on one of his Ultra Balls. “Sure… Well, uh, I’m sure we could have a great conversation, but I’ve kind of got somewhere I need to be. So…” He began slowly backing away from Opal, careful not to let them in his blindspots.

“Wait!” Opal shouted, with a bit more needy-ness than they meant to. The trainer did indeed stop, eyeing them carefully. They cleared their throat. “Sorry, I just… Do you mind telling me what’s in your backpack?” they asked. “For curiosity’s sake?”

He squinted his eyes at them. “… I… guess.” he agreed, although reluctantly. “I’ve mostly got support things for my team, like Max Revives, Max Potions, Full Restores, stuff like that. I’ve also got some Ultra Balls for anything I might feel like catching, as well as some Net Balls and Level Balls.”

“Okay…” Opal tried to remember how expensive all that was. They didn’t know any exact costs, but they were pretty sure that stuff like Max Revives and Full Restores didn’t come cheap. “Anything else?”

“Nope.”

“Hmm… Alright.” Opal considered their options. Sneaking up on him had been out of the question since they’d blown it by hitting a tree with the tub, and taking him and whatever he had on his team head-on would probably work, but it would be a lot of unnecessary effort. So, they settled on option three. “Y’know, the friend I mentioned a bit ago is in a bit of a tough spot right now, and could really use however much money that stuff could be sold for. So… Can I have some of it?” They put on their baby-doll eyes. “Pleeeeease?”

The trainer stood there for a moment, looking over their expression. “I… can’t help but feel like you’re not really asking, are you?”

Opal frowned. “Really? That’s pretty rude of you, assuming I’m gonna force you to agree.” They sighed. Then, they grinned. “Doesn’t mean you’re wrong, though.”

“Ah.” The trainer grimaced. “Great.”

“Yeah. Great.” Opal agreed. “So, if you understand the situation, I’ll get straight to it. If you give me, I don’t know, about half of your stuff, you can go ahead and carry on. But, if you don’t…”

uurrAaorgle…

They smirked. “Well, I don’t think I need to spell it out for you.”

The trainer pondered the situation for a bit. Eventually, he sighed. “Well, I really didn’t want to do this, but I guess you’ve forced my hand.” he said, before taking the ball he had his hand on off the belt with a click. “At least I’ll have an actually strong host after this.”

“Cocky, huh?” Opal commented. “We’ll see who catches who.”

The trainer pressed the button. Opal watched the red light shine out from the yellow-black capsule, placing their tub to the side to free their ribbon and extending more from their bow while they entered a proper battle stance. Lowering themselves and spreading their legs wider in preparation to fight whatever was thrown at them, they readied their ribbons, and the Pokémon materialized.

—

Sitting on one of the steps up to her porch, legs laid flat, Amy stared at her laptop, eyes devoid of any semblance of soul. She sighed, gaze darting from line to line of yet another massive block of corporate nonsense on her computer screen.

Was this the tenth application she’d looked at? The twentieth? After passing the two hour mark, all the generic names and unmemorable slogans started to meld together into a singular mass of time wasted on dead ends. Every job she’d considered eventually lost her in some way or another. Stupidly low pay; so many hours that she’d have no hope of getting any college work done; some legal tomfoolery they could use to screw her over; it went on and on.

Currently, she was on the page of somewhere called ‘Munchlax Munchies,’ a local pizza place. So far, it actually seemed like a nice choice- good hours, good pay… Maybe she’d finally found it.

“What’re you doing?”

Amy jumped at the unexpected voice from behind her, letting out a frightened squeak as she quickly turned to face whoever it was. She was relieved to be met with the grinning face of Opal, laying on the ground behind her, visibly amused at her undignified yelp.

“Oh my Arceus, don’t sneak up on me like that!” she exclaimed. “I nearly had a heart attack!”

Opal snickered. “Yeah, I saw. You sounded like a Skwovet!”

“Oh, shut up.” Amy said, frowning. As her panicked heartbeat slowed down, though, she smiled. “Well, what’s up?”

“Not too much.” Opal replied. “How about you?”

“Not much either, really.” Amy answered. She sighed again, disgruntled. “Just trying to find a job to apply for, since I…”

While Amy was explaining, her eyes caught something she hadn’t noticed right away- notably, Opal’s incredibly distended midsection. The blob of flesh was so big it nearly pushed them off the ground, bulging out significantly past their legs. Her words caught in her throat as she stared at it, taking it in. “… Opal?”

“Yeah?”

“… Why is your stomach so big?”

“Oh, that?” Opal looked down at their belly, giving it a prod. “Nothing. Just had a snack or two.”

“Really?” Amy asked, raising an eyebrow. “That looks like a lot more than two to me.”

Their expression grew a little guilty. “… Ok, well, maybe it was a bit more than two…”

“How many?” Amy pressed, turning towards them and putting her hands on her hips.

Opal gave an awkward grin. “… Seven?”

Amy sighed heavily. “Opal…”

“Okay, look, I know you don’t like it when I eat more than I have to…” they began, preemptively defending themselves. “… buuuuuut, I got you this to make up for it!”

Amy watched as one of Opal’s ribbons brought out an unfamiliar lime green backpack from behind them, offering it up to her. She looked at the backpack, before eyeing Opal’s nervously hopeful expression with suspicion. “What’s this?”

“Look for yourself!” Opal said, pushing it further towards her. “I’m sure you’re gonna love it.”

After a couple more moments of consideration, she decided to trust them, setting her laptop aside and cautiously grabbing the backpack from Opal. She nearly dropped it from how surprisingly heavy it was, but managed to catch herself, putting it down on her lap. Using her right hand to hold it steady, Amy unzipped the main compartment with her other hand, before peeking inside.

When she did, her jaw dropped. It was packed to the brim with every expensive thing you could imagine- Max Revives, Full Restores, Ultra Balls… Just what she could see alone must’ve cost tens of thousands, and if the rest was just as expensive, there could be hundreds of thousands of Pokedollars worth of supplies in here.

“Surprise!” Opal exclaimed excitedly. “I solved your money issue for you! You can sell all the cool stuff in there and get plenty of money! Right?”

Amy stayed silent for a couple moments as she scanned the items. Opal was right- this was easily worth enough to keep her steady until her mom could keep sending her allowance, and long afterwards. She was almost elated!

But, then, a thought crossed her mind.

“… Where did you get this?”

Opal blinked. “What?”

“Where did you get this backpack?” she asked again. She already had a theory- after all, there was only really one way they could’ve gotten this. But… she gave Opal the benefit of the doubt regardless. Maybe they’d found a particularly generous trainer or something; found it on the ground somewhere. Looking back at them, though, she saw that the tinges of guilt they’d had earlier had evolved to encapsulate most of their expression.

“Oh.” they said. “Um… W-Well, it’s, uh-”

Suddenly, Opal was cut off mid-sentence by an intense wwooAAaroOOargle… from their stomach. Opal’s eyes widened, their cheeks bulging briefly as they tried to hold it back, but despite their efforts, a hw-OURP! of pink gas left their mouth, expelled by their stomach. However, that wasn’t the only thing that came out- there was something else as well, something that landed on the wooden planks next to Amy with a hard thunk.

Looking down at it, Amy had a hard time figuring out what exactly it was- it mostly just looked like a hunk of slimy, acid-eaten metal with some melted wires sticking out. But, after looking at it a bit harder, little spots of yellow and black paint, as well as the general shape, revealed the identity of the object to be that of a very badly damaged Ultra Ball. She stared at it for a moment, considering it, before moving her eyes back to Opal. When she did, she saw a large blush covering their cheeks.

“Opal… Did you really?” Amy already had all the evidence- the backpack, the Ultra Ball damaged by Arceus knows how long in Opal’s caustic guts, the very obviously guilty expression… but she asked anyway. Just in case.

Opal grinned awkwardly, scratching the back of their neck as they took a good couple seconds of silence. Eventually, they answered.

“… Maybe?”

The backpack in her lap suddenly felt significantly heavier. Amy shoved her face into her hands, groaning loudly as her suspicions were confirmed. Not only had Opal reverted most of the progress they’d made on cutting down for her, but they’d done it in probably the worst way that they realistically could. “Opal, we talked about this! You can’t just go and do stuff like that!” she exclaimed.

“Okay, I know you’re upset, but, before you get mad…” They gestured at the backpack in Amy’s lap. “Look at all this new stuff you have!”

They stuck a ribbon into it, pulling out a Max Revive and showing it off. “There’s this funny little pointy rock thing, there’s a bunch of Pokeballs that look pretty nice, and a whole lot more! You can sell it, use some of it, whatever. Isn’t that cool?”

“I guess,” Amy half-conceded, “But I would’ve preferred getting something like this in a way that didn’t include you shoving some poor trainer and their whole team down your throat.”

“There’s no point in getting stuck up on all that!” Opal responded. “Look at the bright side! I could see how annoyed you were getting with those dumb jobs, but now, you don’t have to worry about any of that. You can focus on your college stuff, or your special interests, or-”

Amy glared at them. “Stop changing the topic, Opal. It doesn’t matter how much good this backpack does me. The way you got it isn’t okay.”

Opal groaned. “Okay, fine. If you really wanna focus on the ‘eating people’ part, then fine. Sure. We can do that.” they conceded. “But, even then, there’s a bright side.”

A smirk grew on their face, before they rolled onto their side, fully exposing their gravid gut as it rolled out in front of them. “A super soft, super warm, super cuddly bright side…”

Amy scowled at them. “Really?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips. “You actually think I’m that morally depraved? You’re not getting away with this just by showing off your gut.”

“No, of course not! You’re super moral!” Opal corrected. “I mean, without you, there’d probably be a couple dozen more people padding me out. It’s just that… the deed’s already done, y’know? You might as well enjoy the side-effects.”

Amy crossed her arms. “I’m not going to let you off the hook that easily, Opal. You need some kind of punishment for this.”

“Then you can punish me later!” Opal offered. They smiled. “C’mon, Amy. Are you really gonna waste your chance to snuggle up with my belly while it’s all nice n’ full? Listen to all the nice sounds it makes?”

Amy sighed, rubbing her eyebrows. She really wanted to say no- agreeing would show Opal that they could get out of basically anything just by offering up their body, which was not a precedent Amy wanted to set.

I can’t. she told herself. Saying yes wouldn’t just be spitting in the face of my morals, but I’d also be being a bad friend to Opal. A good friend would set them straight.

Of course, though, as much as she would prefer her… less admirable side to stay buried below the surface, it showed its face anyway. She’d tried to keep her eyes off of Opal’s middle, but all it took was a single glance, and it had her. Looking at it… it did look really nice. And, knowing how fast Opal’s digestive system was, it wouldn’t be long before most of it was gone. If she waited until the next time Opal offered, she’d be missing out.

That doesn’t matter. she thought, trying to stand strong. It’s more important to do the right thing than it is to have fun.

She was about to say no- she had it locked and loaded, the denial on the tip of her tongue.

But, then, she looked at Opal’s face.

She expected them to be smug, sure that they’d get away with it- it was an expression she’d seen on them more times than she could count. But, instead, they seemed more… hopeful. Their smile was soft, and their eyes were shining. Amy wanted to think that it was just one of their tricks, something to garner pity. It’d certainly be easier to deny them if it was.

But… she knew it wasn’t. They had that sparkle in their eyes that they only ever got when they were truly excited. They didn’t just want to get out of trouble- they genuinely wanted to spend some quality time with her, albeit in their own overly suggestive way. If it was anything other than that, Amy could’ve said no. But that face… it tugged her heartstrings too much.

“… Fine.” she conceded. “I’ll… I’ll do it.”

Opal’s eyes lit up like stars. “Great!” they exclaimed, smiling wide. “I would’ve had to interrogate you on where the real Amy was if you’d said no to having fun with my gut when it’s so big and squishy.”

Ignoring the quip, Amy sighed. I guess I’m really doing this. she thought. Too late now.

She grabbed the Max Revive that Opal had taken out of the pack, placing it back inside. Then, she took the backpack off her lap with a not insignificant amount of effort, heaving it onto the porch next to her laptop. Standing up, she made her way over to Opal, who was looking at her expectantly.

Once she was right next to them, she got on the ground, sitting cross-legged about a foot away from Opal’s massive stomach. It jutted out at least four feet from their middle, tall enough to reach Amy’s chest, making muffled grrgle…’s and groarn…’s as it worked diligently to melt down and process its huge haul. She could feel the heat from here, although just barely, small tingles of warmth meeting her skin as she looked at it. She felt a blush grow on her face.

Lifting her hand off the moist grass, she slowly reached her arm towards Opal’s belly, before gently laying her hand on its surface. Her hand was met with the familiar softness of Opal’s immaculate white fur, as well as the usual squish of their chubby stomach. Pressing into it, Amy shuddered at how easily it compressed under even the slightest bit of pressure, hearing a light glrsh~ as the contents were disturbed by her hand’s intrusion. As Amy pushed further, she was amazed and aroused as she continued to fail to find even the slightest bit of pushback. Opal murred with satisfaction as Amy probed deeper, obviously enjoying even this little bit of attention. Just as Amy began to wonder if she’d ever reach resistance, she finally found it, nearly submerged to her shoulder in fat fairy gut.

“Mmm…” Opal purred. “Y’know… you’re free to get a bit more intimate with it.” they offered, smirking at her. “Only if you want, though.”

Opal might’ve acted like there was a chance she’d say no, but they both knew very well what her answer would be. Amy scooched as close as she could to them, before laying on her side. At this point, her face was only an inch or two from the object of her affection; with her ears so close, the previously quiet ambience of digestion grew much louder, each grooOUuAaargle… sending delightful tingles up and down her spine. Pushing her front up against it, she sighed as the immensely soft surface squished up against her, comforting heat flowing from Opal’s body into her own as the mound molded itself around her.

As she placed more of her weight into it, she could feel it wobble as the soup inside moved around from her disturbance, a loud slORsh~ meeting her ears. As it did, her mind started to wander to the source of that sound. All that human and Pokémon meat sloshing around, melted down with terrifying efficiency and soon to be pumped deeper into Opal’s guts. Someone who had a life, had a future ahead of them, along with all their Pokémon… all well on their way to becoming nothing more than extra pounds of fat on her best friend’s body. She knew she should’ve been appalled- something like that was inarguably terrible. However, at the moment, she was far too enamored with the idea to care.

Deciding to go a step further, Amy reached out with both of her arms, wrapping them around Opal’s distended belly, hugging it. Then, she used her grasp to pull herself as far into it as she could, burying her face into their fuzz as she pulled herself deeper and deeper into the warm embrace of fairy flab.

“Ooo…” Opal cooed, their gut vibrating against Amy as they made the sound. “Jeez, Amy… I knew you liked big bellies, but you’re gettin’ real up close and personal with it.” they commented. Amy felt their belly wobble as they chuckled.

She felt some of Opal’s ribbons wrap around her, before they pulled her even deeper, returning her embrace. “You’re so cute, y’know that? All smitten with my gut…” Opal said, the adoring smile they were wearing nearly audible in their words. “Maybe I should eat like this more often, if you enjoy it so much.”

“Mmm…” Amy mumbled, only halfway in reality. “Please do…”

“Hm? What was that?”

After a second or two, Amy realized what she’d said, snapping out of her haze. “Oh, uh- N-Nothing!” she stammered, scrambling to save face. “Nothing.”

Opal chuckled again. “Mhm. Sure.” they said. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that if you want me to.”

They laid there silently for a moment, before they added: “But, y’know… if you ever did decide to say something like that… I’d be more than happy to oblige.”

Amy cursed herself internally. Even if Opal said they’d ignore it, she wasn’t happy about the fact that she might’ve just planted the idea of doing this again in their mind. Amy just had to hope that making her happy was higher on Opal’s list of priorities than making her horny.

Not like I can do much about it now…

Although that little hiccup had broken Amy out of her spell, it wasn’t long before the beautiful ambient sounds and comforting warmth of her personal pillow drew her back in. She snuggled back up against it, rubbing her face against the fuzzy surface. As she continued to indulge in her guilty pleasure, she felt her eyelids begin to droop. She yawned, sleep fast approaching. She’d been planning on getting more work done today, but… she was just… so…

And with that, she was out.