Commission for ArcanineJess, who also drew the preview pic. ( http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21387399/ )

Jess's chubby tummy rumbled as she wandered through the quiet outskirts of the human town. “Shh,” she told it, “I'll get you lunch in just a moment. There's tons of things to eat in human towns, you see. Like, uhhh...” she looked right; there was a road busy with cars. “Not those, but...” Looking the other way, she saw two humans looking bored on the steps of a building. One of them was picking his nose. “Well, humans are yummy...” But then her eyes were drawn to the big, red building they were sitting in front of. It had glowy decorations and tons of blinking lights. “Ooh, it's a glowy building!” she said, more curious than hungry now as she wandered to its entrance, mesmerised by the way the lights seemed to jump from one lamp to another.

The human were shaken out of their boredom by Jess approaching curiously, wagging a fluffy tail. They sprang to their feet, looking up at her nervously, their heads only reaching to her shoulders. “I-it's an Arcanine!” the one dressed in blue said, stating the obvious. “Ah, crap, and I thought I was gonna win the pokémon contest easily...”

Contest? That sounded like fun!

“Hey!” the nose-picker said, “you're not gonna win, my Drowzee is so going to beat your Wigglytuff! Uhh...” he said, stepping back a bit as Jess got in close and tried to look up his nose to see what he'd been searching for. “M-maybe it's not here for the contest?”

“Don't be thick, Todd,” the blue human snapped. “Obviously its trainer is on the way. You don't see many wild Arcanines around. Ugh, shoo! Go away, tell your trainer the contest is over! Understand? No. Contest.”

Was the contest inside the building? Jess curiously walked forward and stuck her head into the glowy door, the two humans hurriedly getting out of her way. Inside was a large hall with a lot of colourful lights mounted on the ceiling, and a big red curtain covering the back. There were several rows of empty seats for the audience. Behind a wide desk sat three humans, two of them snoozing. The other almost jumped up when she saw Jess. “Oh my, an Arcanine!”

The other two startled awake at her outcry. One of them jumped to his feet, banged his knees on the underside of the table, and sank back into his chair, cursing and clutching his knee.

“That's three entries!” The first judge said, emphatically scribbling something on a clipboard. “This contest just might get off the ground after all!”

They seemed welcoming enough, so Jess walked in and started pawing at a blue spotlight on the floor, baffled by how it made her cream-coloured paws look green.

“Where's your trainer?” asked one judge.

Jess wondered what was behind the big red curtain.

“Not here?” another judge guessed.

“This is great!” the first judge whispered. “If we let people know there's an Arcanine with a 'Mystery Trainer' in the contest, an audience might come.”

“But we're about to start and there's no-one here yet...”

“Because they don't know! C'mon, we'll postpone the contest two hours and go advertise!”

Jess had reached the curtain meanwhile and walked through it, no longer listening to the humans' discussion. Behind it was a small area with all kinds of props and parts of costumes in different sizes. Lounging in a reclining chair in front of a standing mirror was a Wigglytuff with a ridiculous painted face. In the back, a Drowzee was pulling on a loose strand of a scarf. “Hi!” Jess said with a friendly tailwag. “I'm Jess! Are you in the contest too?”

Tearing her eyes away from her reflection, Wigglytuff looked Jess up and down with a smug smirk of red-painted lips. “Oh. My god. You have got to be kidding me.”

The Drowzee looked up from unraveling the scarf. “Hey, no fair! I thought it was between me and Wiggly!”

The Wigglytuff gave him a look as if he was a pile of foul dirt cursed by a Mismagius. “Don't try to make 'Wiggly' happen. It's not going to happen.”

“Um, anyway, I'm really excited about this contest!” Jess said, curiously poking at a Pikachu mask and a rainbow-coloured kimono.

“Nice for you, sweetheart,” the Wigglytuff said without a glance, firmly occupied with admiring her reflection. “Don't mind Drowzee, I'm glad you're here.”

“Thank you!” Jess said, wagging her tail happily.

“Yeah, totally beating two uglies instead of just one when is gonna make my victory so much sweeter.”

“Well, maybe I'll win!” Jess said enthusiastically.

Wigglytuff rolled her big eyes. “Yeah, right.”

Drowzee sniggered, his snout flopping around. “Yeah, right.”

Jess frowned a bit, but decided to keep nice with her fellow contestants. After all, they were all in a friendly competition here and a bit of smack talk was all in good fun. “Well, may the best win.” Her tummy rumbled, reminding her of her quest for lunch. “I hope there's a big feast afterwards for all of us!”

Wigglytuff again deigned to look at Jess, lingering on her belly especially. “Sweetheart, I think you've had more than enough big feasts.”

Drowzee guffawed. “Yeah, because she's fat!”

Jess sniffed the air, too busy looking for food to mind them too much. She could only smell the sugary scent of Wigglytuff and the earth almond scent of Drowzee, aside from the vague muskiness of the humans. “Any lunch around here?”

Wigglytuff laughed haughtily. “Sweetheart, you should go on a diet. If you weren't so fat, you might just beat Drowzee and come in second place. As is, you might as well leave and go stuff yourself with garbage somewhere, 'cause you're just gonna look ridiculous when the Contest starts.”

Drowzee rolled on the ground with laughter. “Yeah, because she's fat!”

Jess angrily raised her fur. “You two should talk.”

“Excuse me?” Wigglytuff said.

“Sure, I'm fat,” Jess said, proudly giving her soft tummy a pat, “but so are both of you, and I don't go around hypocritically using that as an insult.”

The Wigglytuff furiously rose to her feet. “How. Very. Dare you?! My species is heavily-built! I'm not fat!”

Jess smirked. “It's alright, you know. Don't worry about being fat – I never do. You should worry about that ridiculous clown paint on your face, though.”

Wigglytuff gritted her teeth. “This is seven hundred dollars worth of make-up, you fat idiot! More than your trainer makes in a year, sweetheart!” She spat the word 'sweetheart' like it was something gross.

Jess raised an eyebrow. “I don't need a trainer to be awesome. I'm my own pokémon, not some ape's clown-doll.” Her stomach growled loudly at that. Jess shivered briefly with hunger. She wanted lunch now. Waiting two hours for whatever feast there might be after the Contest would suck.

Wigglytuff poked a meaty finger into Jess's fluffy mane. “Now listen here, sweetheart-”

Jess growled. Her tummy growled along. “Stop calling me sweetheart.”

“Or what, sweetheart?”

“I warned you.” Jess suddenly hit Wigglytuff with a powerful shoulder strike that blew the rotund pokémon back. She landed on her belly, bounced back up, and crashed behind her chair. “Don't be rude.”

Jess had expected Wigglytuff to at least be smart enough to leave her alone after that, so she was completely blindsided when a rapidly spinning pink ball emerged from behind the chair and she took a powerful rollout attack that knocked her down.

Jess jumped back to her feet, only to be hit from behind by Wigglytuff again as she continued to roll through the backstage area at massive speed. “If you want a fight, you'll get one!” Jess roared, taking a deep breath and feeling the flames roar inside her. She exhaled a mighty flamethrower, but at the last moment her enemy swerved to the side, and the flames blackened one of the walls. Jess had just started dodging the counterattack before she was hit by another powerful rollout, knocking her off her feet and making her tumble rapidly. When the world stopped spinning, she was lying on her back, Wigglytuff standing victoriously on her belly, which still rumbled mightily.

Wigglytuff laughed haughtily. “You don't stand a chance against me, sweetheart!”

Jess glared up at her. “I'll give you one last chance. Stop this rubbish now, or-”

Wigglytuff slapped her hard in the face, twice. “Or what, sweetheart?”

Jess took a deep breath, eagerly inhaling Wigglytuff's sugary scent and licking her chops while grinning darkly at her. She was going to enjoy this. “Well, it's lunchtime, and you smell delicious, so-” Suddenly she pulled hard with her abdominal muscles, making her belly wobble, and Wigglytuff lost her balance. Jess capitalised with a powerful forepaw strike, throwing Wigglytuff off and getting to her feet in one smooth motion. Before she could recover, Jess exhaled a burst of fire over her. A delicious scent of caramel filled the air, driving Jess ravenous. Even if she hadn't decided to eat the delicious creature yet, her fate would now be sealed as Jess's hunting instincts kicked in.

Wigglytuff, meanwhile, didn't quite seem to realise the danger she was in, and was more concerned with how badly the char had messed up her look. “YOU FLAMED ME?!” she shrieked, so shrill it could have shattered glass. “YOU FLAMED ME?!”

Jess pounced, her jowls wide open and eager, but her prey sidestepped her at the last moment, punching her hard in the side.

“YOU RUINED MY MAKE-UP!” she shrieked, as she once again rolled herself into a ball and rapidly scootered around the backstage area. But as she came for Jess, the Arcanine couldn't see her as a threat, but as a delicious ball of candy coming her way at high speed. Rather than dodging the pink ball, Jess sank through her forepaws and opened her jaws very, very widely. Wigglytuff didn't realise until the very last moment what she was doing, seeing Jess's great maw full of sharp teeth wide-open before her. Her tongue was laid out like a red carpet, welcoming her into an eagerly undulating, deep dark throat. Confronted with such a view, Wigglytuff made a great mistake and tried to break, which meant she entered at much lower speed, but still inexorably entered. She was enveloped by the mighty fleshy cave in a moment, the light disappearing behind her forever.

Jess, who in her ravenous state was expecting delicious candy, instead found a cannonball crashing into her throat. A delicious, meaty cannonball with a sweet caramel flavour, but a cannonball nonetheless. The first thing she felt of the impact was a scrumptious explosion of flavour on her tongue and pain in her teeth. Wigglytuff was gone in an instant, immediately swallowed due to her own momentum, but her rapidly spinning presence in Jess's mouth left a powerful aftertaste of slightly burned caramel that she was so busy delighting over she wasn't quite as focussed on the pain of the impact into her body. Her throat had been eagerly awaiting her prey, her gullet already wide open for her, but her oesophagus hadn't quite got the message yet, and when the great big ball of rapidly spinning meat forced it open in a moment. Wigglytuff reached her stomach in record time with a loud squelching and splashing from inside as her impact immediately forced it to stretch to many times its original size, while the rotation threw Jess's acids around wildly.

Of course, Wigglytuff's momentum didn't halt just because she'd reached her final destination, and she crashed hard into Jess's rear stomach wall. The big bulge in Jess's gut immediately headed rearwards, stretching her belly out to behind her butt for a moment. Thankfully, Wigglytuff had tried to brake before being devoured, and Jess had a great deal of chub to absorb and cushion the internal impact, so this only caused a sharp spike of pain and no actual damage. The impact sent Jess sliding backwards several metres until she crashed into the wall. For those few metres, her stomach was pushed so powerfully into her chub that you could have recognised the terrified face of Wigglytuff in the bulges on the back of Jess's belly. Then, the momentum finally absorbed by Jess's bellyfat, her belly settled back into its normal spot underneath her with a loud groan of complaint. The sharp pain was followed by a warm wave of filling, mellow delight as Jess's great hunger was filled, and lots of squirms erupted inside her.

“Oooofff...” Jess groaned, half in pain and half in joy. “I'm never doing that again...” She felt her loose teeth, and saw a pair that had been knocked out. Good thing they'd grow back...

Her stomach, still thoroughly confused at the cannonball that had hit it, began to assess the situation inside her and realised it was now fill with a big, fat meal. It decided not to question things too much and just started making more acids to deal with this big job. Jess stood up, her weight quite notably increased, and walked a bit, checking herself in the mirror. Her belly, which normally hung to her knees with a gentle slope, had only increased in size by fifteen centimetres or so, most of her smaller prey's presence getting absorbed by the cushioning chub that had probably just saved her life. In fact, her bellyfat was thick enough that no bulges were visible, even though Wigglytuff was putting up quite a fight inside. The only giveaways that there was another pokémon inside the gut of the Arcanine in the mirror were that it had a rounder shape than normal and seemed to move of its own accord a bit as it hung underneath her and responded to the motions of the diva inside. That and the sounds. Her belly was emanating loud groaning noises, with shrill screams between them, almost silenced to high-pitched squeaks. They sure sounded angry, though. “Sorry, can't hear you, sweetheart,” Jess teased, still savouring the indeed wonderfully sweet flavour filling her maw.

She sat down on Wigglytuff's chair, figuring she was basically sharing it with its owner. There was a loud shriek inside as the world turned upside down for her passenger. Now a big difference was visible: while Jess's chub was soft and would have partially sank down to her sides, making her belly much flatter when lying on her back, Wigglytuff wasn't soft – yet. So while the difference was fairly small when standing, now when lying down her tummy poked out much more than normal above her. There was a great outburst of shrieking and struggling inside her, enough to make her belly wobble about quite a bit on the outside and massage her hurt tummy on the inside. “Haha, settle down,” she giggled at the slightly tickling movements, “it's not going to get you out.”

There was a loud, but indistinct yelling inside her.

“Still can't hear you, sweetheart. I used to be able to hear my prey, but it turns out fat absorbs sound pretty well.”

Impressively, however, the voice came even louder this time, and she could actually make out what it was screaming: “can't – eat – me – I'm – beautiful!”

“Scrumptious too,” Jess sighed. She smacked around in her mouth, but the wonderful aftertaste was already disappearing. “Ugh, I just wish I hadn't eaten you so quickly... What kind of lunch is it if you can't savour the flavour?”

There were a whole bunch of screams again, but as they were in the middle of a loud, wonderful gurgle, it was impossible to make them out. Still, Jess could guess what she'd said.

“Yeah, you are lunch. That's why I ate you. Still... I'm not that full and I barely got to taste you...”

Just as she remembered there had been a third candidate and began to wonder where Drowzee had gone while she was eating, her curiosity was answered: he suddenly stepped out from behind the mirror. She tried to get to her feet, sure he'd try to rescue Wigglytuff, but her thoughts were lost in glowing, purple eyes.

“You will obeeeeeey me...” he whispered in a weird voice that resounded inside Jess's skull. She knew she'd do anything to obey that voice.

“I will... Obey you...” she heard her lips say.

“Just lie theeeeere...” he said, approaching her.

“I will... lie here...” Jess intoned.

Drowzee grinned nastily. “How you doing in there, Wiggly?” he asked, giving her stomach a poke.

There was a whole lot of wobbling and screeching in her belly. The last words were understandable: “going – to – happen – get – me – out – of – here!”

Fear erupted inside Jess. Fear to lose her meal, or worse... But Drowzee just said: “Let me think about it... Nahhh. You're right, Wiggly, you'd just win the contest. But now that you're out of the way, I'll win! Better yet, you've made my only competitor even fatter! No way she'll beat me now!”

There was such an amount of struggling, accompanied with furious screams, inside Jess's tummy that she murred in delight, hypnosis or no. Her pleasure only increased as her stomach kneaded her food with a loud, happy gurgle that filled her with bliss.

Drowzee laughed loudly. “Ahahaha, I'm so smart! Wiggly is gone, and I control the thoughts of the fatso Arcanine! I can make you do anything! Uhh, stand uuuuup!”

Jess rolled off the creaking chair and got to her feet. She only knew she'd do anything those eyes told her to... Except give up her lunch. That delicious ball of squirms and gurgles inside her was hers, and she'd never give it up.

“Hehehe, I know how to increase my chances even more!” Drowzee picked up a jar of blue makeup and a pencil. “I'll paint your face to look awful! Then the Contest Ribbon will be mine! Muhahahaha! Now stand stiiiill... Stand still and let me paint your faaaaace...”

“I will stand still... I will stand still and let you paint my face...” Jess intoned.

Drowzee stood on his toes to reach for her face, getting really close, and putting the pencil on her cheek. Jess took a deep breath, inhaling his delicious almond scent. Her instincts once again awoke and, with no thought to reign them in, decided lunch wasn't over yet. Drowzee startled when she opened her great big maw right above his face, and dropped the pencil, which make a small blue stain on Jess's toe. Before he could retract them, Jess had closed her mouth over his fat yellow arms. Her teeth gently pricked into his arms, their curvature allowing her to draw him in without letting him draw himself out. His eyes grew wide and glowed purple again. “Y-you wiiiiil open your maaaaw!”

Jess had to open her maw, the eyes commanded it! But her ravenous, predatory instinct told her not to, told her he was food, that she had to eat. His delicious taste, so much richer and better than his smell, filled her head with a melange of nut flavours. But she had to... Very reluctantly, she opened her maw... Drowzee withdrew his arms, a look of just averted disaster on his face. Then she shot forward and closed her maw again, this time around his neck, enveloping his head and arms entirely, and swallowing his hands. There was a scream inside her. “N-no! You wiiiiil open your maw again! You wooooon't ever try to eat me agaaaaain!”

But she couldn't see any commanding purple eyes she'd do anything for telling her this; it was just the scrumptious Drowzee she was starting to swallow. “Nwope,” she managed to say with her mouth so very full. It wasn't even close to a tie inside her. She was an Arcanine, a mighty hungry lion, and she could eat anything and anyone she liked! Her food could protest, but soon those protests would come from inside her belly, and then they wouldn't come at all any more. She gave a great gulp, her maw once more filled with delightful Drowzee taste as she sent his head, protesting and still trying to command her, into her eager gullet, while she opened her mouth more to let his thick body in, using a paw to lift him up. She savoured every moment of eating Drowzee, his flavour, the feeling of his struggling form inexorably sliding down her throat. When he started entering her stomach, there was a flurry of motion in there. She couldn't quite tell whether Wigglytuff was trying to use the opportunity to escape or whether she was just pulling Drowzee in as revenge, but it didn't matter. They were both going to be digested either way.

Jess had to open extra wide to accommodate her prey's tubby belly. It was soft and tasty, and Jess gladly licked over it, pressing her tongue into the chub. This made his legs shake about briefly, and she thought she could hear a chuckle deep inside her own rapidly growing belly. She decided to have some fun and stopped swallowing, letting only her oesophagus slowly pull Drowzee in. She spent the extra time she had with him just slowly passing into her by extensively tickling his tummy with her tongue, really savouring his flavour. He convulsed wildly in her oesophagus and flailed about with his legs, while his shrieks of laughter and begging for mercy, for her to just swallow him, were quite audible from inside. Barely audible were Wigglytuff's sharp requests to stop screaming and flailing in such a tight space. Jess's belly wobbled and bounced off its own accord with all the motion inside.

Sadly, she had to stop when Drowzee's belly disappeared down her throat, extending it even more. If she hadn't just eaten Wigglytuff in her rollout, it would probably have been painful. As is, the bulge sank down to her stomach fairly easily as she ate his short, stubby legs. Naturally, she stopped swallowing again to lick the soles of his feet. But to her surprise, the feet quickly disappeared down her throat as Drowzee pulled himself faster into her stomach. Someone pulling themselves into her stomach was an entirely new sensation, and it surprised her enough that by the time she was ready to lick again, the feet were gone into her gullet, only Drowzee's flavour remaining. “Aww,” she said, “did I swallow the fun police?”

Two voices said things inside her gut, which now hung all the way to the floor.

“Nope, still can't understand a word you say.” She could feel her stomach closing, Drowzee inside entirely now. She sighed happily and stroked over the side of her belly. It felt impossibly full, its weight hanging heavily on her spine, and her hunger was finally totally satisfied. Even beneath her chub she could see a few large bulges in the mirror, and her skin felt pretty stretched, her bellyfur standing up a bit and making her look even bigger. She grinned at her reflection, thinking how awesome she looked with her belly all swollen and squirmy. But it was a heavy load to carry, and there was a comfy reclining chair right here. She shuffled backwards, parking herself onto it, then embraced her own belly, feeling its occupants kick against her paws. She pulled its weight up and over herself, letting herself fall back into the precariously creaking chair. There was a loud slosh and protest from inside as everything turned upside down.

She managed to get her belly stable on top of herself, poking out above her like a cream-coloured hill. Her stomach kneaded and gurgled loudly, the bulges shifted, and Jess gasped with joy. “Mmmm... See? I told you I'd get you lunch.”

There was a lot of squirming in protest to this, and the delightful internal tickles only made it feel better. As they stopped, she said: “Oof, that made me really nauseous. Please, stop it, or I'll end up spitting you two out...”

Jess grinned as there was a momentary pause and then a wild, long outbreak of squirms. “Mmmm, yeah... Definitely going to... ahhh... vomit soon...”

Happily letting herself be massaged from the inside, Jess noticed the top of the standing mirror peeking over her belly. Curious whether she still looked like such a dangerous, hungry Arcanine, she propped herself up a bit more on the creaking reclining chair, trying to see over her swollen belly. When she managed to sit up enough to see herself, she laughed. In the mirror were the rear legs and tail of an Arcanine, and then a huge sphere covered in cream fur, with her face just barely peeping over the horizon. She could see a bunch of bulges moving about as her food continued its desperate struggle to escape its fate. She didn't look quite as awesome, but she didn't mind. “Hihi, I haven't been this round in ages!”

As if to emphasise the point, the chair creaked and then, when her belly rocked with a motion from within, suddenly snapped. Jess fell on the ground onto her back, the chair crushed beneath her. “Woah! Er, sorry about your chair, sweetheart.”

There was a shrill voice shouting something inside her, and more squirms. Then another loud gurgle that made Jess quiver blissfully as she could feel the nutrients being drawn from Wigglytuff and Drowzee. “Ahhhhh... At least you won't need it any more after a few more gurgles like that...”

Jess lay there on her back, her paws and stomach in the air, and started rubbing over her belly, helping it digest her prey and feeling them move about under a thick layer of chub. With her help, her tummy began to gurgle and glorp softly almost all the time, continuously kneading Wigglytuff and Drowzee. Their busy motion had spread her acids well over them, and now her digestion was working hard. Usually food got a lot calmer by now, accepting its fate, but this meal only seemed to get busier. She could hear some raised voices, until a shrill shriek was loud enough to understand from outside: “...all your fault I'm inside an Arcanine!”

From a bulge on the right side came the reply: “You [glorp] 'till she ate you! And me!”

“[glorp] leave me in here! Just because [gurgle] beautiful!”

A fight erupted in Jess's belly, squirms massaging and tickling in every direction as the bulges continually moved. Wet glorps and loud gurgles sounded as her stomach happily accepted their help in softening each other up. Jess lay gasping for air and rubbing her tummy. “Mmm... You guys... Ahhh... You don't need to fight... I'm the most beautiful, both of you are delicious, and it's both your fault that you're lunch now...”

This did not appear to settle their fight, and they continued, making the job of Jess's tummy much easier and faster. Finally they slowly stopped, their bulges already much harder to see in a thickening layer of chub. The calmth in her belly was kind of boring after all the fun before, so Jess teased her prey a bit. “Thanks so much for provoking me, sweetheart. If you hadn't, I could've spent two hours being hungry and annoyed with you two. Instead I get lunch and you two a warm bath...”

She thought she could make out Drowzee saying “See?! This is your fault!” before it all erupted again with surprising vigour. Jess spent the next hour digesting her lunch, trying to get them to continue fighting when they stopped, until it was no use any more. Her tummy slowly shrunk and got softer and softer, motion inside becoming less common. She had almost fallen asleep when the big red curtain opened and revealed a lot of cheering humans in the audience seats. They quickly fell into confused whispers instead. The coloured spotlights flared around, and the judges looked nervous.

Jess had almost forgotten the contest! Blushing under her fur, she scrambled to get up – no easy task with a belly as big, albeit mostly soft now, as hers. She finally managed it, her gut hanging under her and her rear legs pressing into it, while she could feel the ground brush against its bottom. The humans looked at her expectantly. She breathed a great flamethrower, then made the flames circle around her rapidly to many 'ooh's and 'aah's. She kept this up a little while, doing a few more tricks with her fire. “Uhh, that's it,” she said when she stopped, to non-understanding human ears. “I can't really do any other tricks weighed down by this.”

There was a mild applause, and the judges conferred: “Mystery Trainer's Arcanine wins the Contest Ribbon by default!”