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When Chikorita and Totodile run into a huge Miltank blocking the way they will try to climb her but they will find out very soon that was the worst possible idea. After that Totodile was swallowed whole by accident, Chikorita will go get help to find a solution. Enjoy the story!
Miltank, chikorita, totodile, audino and wobbuffet belong to Game Freak, The Pokémon Company and Nintendo.
It was the kind of morning that made everything feel alive. Sunlight filtered through the leaves in golden beams, and the air smelled faintly of flowers and damp earth. Totodile and Chikorita strolled along the path, their chatter filling the woods with cheerful energy.
Totodile marched ahead, occasionally hopping over rocks and sticks like they were obstacles in a grand adventure. Chikorita trotted behind, her leaf swaying as she enjoyed the peace.
But then they stopped.
The path curved around a bend—only to end at an enormous pink wall of fur. A Miltank, sound asleep, was sprawled across the trail. Her round body rose and fell with each deep breath. Her hooves twitched once in a while, and a soft moo escaped her nose in rhythm with her snoring.
“Uh… is she okay?” Totodile asked, peering up at the enormous sleeping Pokémon.
Chikorita nodded slowly. “She looks fine. Just… super asleep.”
“She’s in the way,” Totodile said. “Should we wake her up?”
Chikorita hesitated. “That feels kinda rude.”
Totodile squinted. “We can probably climb over her!”
And so, the decision was made.
They approached carefully. Miltank’s warm side wobbled with each breath, making her belly feel more like a waterbed than solid ground. Chikorita took her time, planting her tiny feet carefully and using vines for balance. Totodile, however, being Totodile, charged up without much thought.
“I got this!” he called out.
Halfway up, a soft snore and belly shift made the surface bounce slightly. Totodile slipped.
“Wha—WHOAA!”
He tumbled backward, flailed his arms, and rolled down Miltank’s plush side like a bouncy hill. Chikorita gasped as he bounced once, then again—
—and then landed right into Miltank’s slightly open mouth with a soft plop.
The cow Pokémon, still asleep, instinctively closed her lips.
Inside, Totodile blinked in pitch darkness, now lying on a huge, squishy tongue.
“Okay. Okay. What just happened?” he mumbled, trying to stand.
But Miltank’s tongue shifted beneath him.
Glrp.
She smacked her lips gently in her sleep, as if tasting something she didn’t remember eating. Her tongue pressed Totodile against her cheek and then rolled him around like a soft candy.
“Hey! Watch the tail!” Totodile grumbled, flailing helplessly.
Chikorita stood frozen on the path, jaw dropped. “TOTODILE?!”
Miltank gave a soft, satisfied hum and, with a final sleepy sigh, swallowed.
Gulp.
A small, rounded bulge traveled slowly down her throat. Chikorita’s eyes followed it in stunned silence as it disappeared past her collarbone, sinking into her massive form.
Then Miltank licked her lips once, gave a gentle moo of contentment, and curled slightly to one side, as if she'd just finished a big warm glass of MooMoo Milk herself.
Chikorita’s legs trembled. “She… she just… swallowed him…”
The forest was quiet except for the faint sounds of chirping and Miltank’s steady breathing.
Chikorita stepped forward, flustered and panicking. “Okay, okay. Don’t freak out. He’s just… somewhere in there. He’s probably okay. Right? Pokémon are tough.”
She stood next to Miltank’s side, pressing an ear gently against her warm belly. There was a faint gurgle. And… was that a voice?
From deep inside, muffled but clear, came:
“Okay, this is way too cozy. Someone tell her this is not how you make friends!”
Chikorita sighed, part relief, part exasperation. “I’m gonna have to get you out of there, am I not?”
She looked up at the sleeping Miltank, vines on her hips.
“Alright. Let’s do this the polite way first.”
She poked Miltank gently with a vine.
Chikorita stepped up to the dozing Miltank and gave her a firm, respectful poke with a vine.
"Excuse me, Miss Miltank? You accidentally swallowed my friend," she said as politely as possible, though her voice cracked a little with nerves. "Could you… maybe spit him out?"
Miltank didn’t so much as twitch.
Chikorita poked again, this time with a little more urgency.
Still no response—until suddenly, Miltank moved.
She let out a long, dreamy moo, lifted one hind leg to scratch lazily at the spot Chikorita had touched… and then, with a deep sigh, flopped over onto her side.
WHUMP.
The earth shook slightly under her bulk, and Chikorita squeaked in alarm as Miltank’s massive form rolled toward her.
“EEK!”
She leapt backward just in time to avoid being squashed beneath a pink belly the size of a boulder. Dust puffed into the air, and blades of grass were flattened under Miltank’s relaxed, round body.
“Geez!” Chikorita huffed, her leaf twitching. “That was too close…”
Inside, Totodile was not having a good time.
One moment he was adjusting to the strange, sticky stillness of the fleshy chamber… the next, he was sliding sideways as gravity shifted.
“Whoa—WHOA!”
With a heavy lurch, the walls squeezed and jostled him around as Miltank rolled. The fleshy, squishy walls undulated, pushing and pulling him in random directions.
“Okay, okay! New rule! No rolling cows!!” he shouted, smacking into a soft fold that bounced him the other way.
It was warm—really warm—and humid, like a sauna crossed with a trampoline. Every movement came with a wet squish or slurp. The walls pulsed around him slowly, the rhythmic beat of a very large heart thumping faintly somewhere nearby.
Totodile made a face. “Ugh. It’s like being stuck inside a hot, slimy balloon!”
He kicked the wall, which responded with a squelch and a slight jiggle. “Hello? Anyone out there? I would like a refund on this ride!”
Back outside, Chikorita was trying to think. She circled the sleeping Miltank, who now lay on her back with her legs slightly in the air, snoozing as though she hadn’t just swallowed someone whole.
"Okay, she won’t wake up, Totodile’s in there complaining, and I am so not strong enough to drag her anywhere..."
She stomped a tiny foot in frustration. “Ugh! Why is this happening on a nice walk?!”
Just as Chikorita was mid-sigh, pacing beside Miltank’s enormous form and muttering about “never trusting sleepy cows again,” something shifted.
Miltank’s ears twitched.
Then came a massive, slow inhale. Her chest rose. Her limbs stretched outward like a drawn bow, hooves flexing in every direction.
With a loud, echoing yawn, Miltank sat up slightly, eyes blinking open groggily. Her thick tongue lolled out of her mouth for a second before she smacked her lips once—muwop—and gave a long sigh of relief.
Inside, Totodile tumbled again from the sudden movement.
“Okay! Okay! That’s it! If I bounce one more time, I’m gonna lose my lunch—and it was a good lunch!” he grumbled.
Back outside, Chikorita froze.
Miltank’s heavy-lidded gaze swept across the grassy clearing… then settled directly on her.
The cow’s nostrils flared once. Her mouth parted slightly. Her blue eyes blinked, slowly processing the tiny green Pokémon standing beside her.
Chikorita stood completely still, smiling nervously. “H-hi. Good morning! Sleep well?”
Miltank stared a moment longer, then tilted her head.
“…A Chikorita?” she mooed softly, voice still thick with sleep.
Chikorita laughed awkwardly. “Yep! That’s me! Uh, funny thing, you kind of… well…” She rubbed one hoof behind her head. “You ate my friend.”
Miltank blinked.
“…Mooh?”
Chikorita nodded quickly. “Yep. Swallowed him right up. Blue guy. Loud. Wet feet. You might still feel him squirming.”
Miltank blinked again. Her eyes slowly widened. Then she placed one hoof gingerly against her belly… and felt a tiny bump move just under the surface.
Inside, Totodile was squirming again. “Finally! She’s awake! Can someone tell her I’m NOT a berry?!”
Miltank’s ears twitched. She looked down at her belly, then back at Chikorita.
“…Did I eat him?” she asked in a slow, stunned voice.
Chikorita smiled, but it was the kind of smile that begged not to be squished. “Uh… yeah. But, like, not on purpose! You were asleep! It’s okay, really! He’s still talking, so that’s good, right?”
Miltank’s face turned a shade paler.
She sat bolt upright. “ Did I EAT a Totodile?!”
Chikorita took a few cautious steps back. “Easy! Breathe! He’s okay! Probably just… uncomfortable.”
Miltank gasped, clutched her face, and then her belly. “Oh no. Oh no no no! I dreamed I was eating a berry salad and now—OH SWEET MOOMOO DID I THINK HE WAS A BERRY?!”
From inside, Totodile’s voice echoed faintly: “More like a battle-hardened blueberry, thank you very much!”
Miltank sat in the middle of the path, wide-eyed, ears twitching in panic.
“I ate someone,” she whispered. “I ate a whole Pokémon. I’m going to jail. Or worse…”
Chikorita stood nearby, trying to stay calm for everyone’s sake. “Okay, okay! Don’t panic! We just need to think of a way to get him out. Preferably, you know, the same way he went in.”
Miltank stared at her, confused. “You mean—like reverse eating?”
“Well… yeah,” Chikorita said awkwardly. “A nice, gentle cough maybe? Like you’re spitting out a watermelon seed?”
Miltank looked down at her round, gurgling belly.
“I don’t know how to cough up a Totodile,” she moaned. “Is there a button I press? A lever??”
Before Chikorita could answer, something shifted inside.
Deep within the warm, squishy chamber of Miltank’s belly, Totodile was getting annoyed.
“Okay, this is ridiculous!” he shouted. “Too hot, too gooey, smells like steamed hay and regret. Time to make some noise!”
With a determined grunt, he opened his jaws wide and bit down hard on the soft, pulsing wall beside him.
CHOMP.
Outside, Miltank's eyes bulged.
“EEEP!”
She let out a yelp and jumped slightly, her hooves scrambling.
Then she slapped her own belly with a loud THWAP, sending a ripple through her soft side.
“HEY!!” she shouted at herself, as if her insides were a separate being. “NO BITING!!”
From within came Totodile’s muffled protest: “THEN NO SWALLOWING!!”
“Ow ow ow ow,” Miltank muttered, rubbing the sore spot. “Why does everything always end up in my stomach? Why can't people just knock?!”
Chikorita waved her vines frantically. “Okay! Let’s not slap ourselves again, that’s not helping!”
Miltank pouted. “But he bit me!”
“He's understandably upset! You swallowed him!” Chikorita shouted.
Totodile shouted again from inside, voice echoing: “Do you have any idea how weird it is in here?! I’m touching everything! And I regret it!”
Miltank crossed her arms, cheeks puffing out. “I didn’t mean to! I was dreaming of food and—oh Moo-Moo, I really thought he was a giant fruit...”
Chikorita sighed and looked around. “Alright. I need to think. There has to be a safe, natural way to help Totodile out of there without anyone getting slapped, bitten, or having a breakdown.”
Chikorita paced, her leaf swishing with determination. “Okay, okay. We’re not calling the Guild. We’re not calling anyone. We can fix this ourselves.”
Miltank sat nervously on the grass, still rubbing her belly, which gave the occasional gurgle and jiggle.
“I’ll try to cough him up,” she said with a hint of panic in her voice. “I think I remember seeing a Magikarp do it once. It can’t be that hard, right?”
Chikorita gulped. “Magikarp don’t even have throats.”
“Details!” Miltank huffed. She puffed up her cheeks, stuck out her tongue, and began to hack dramatically. “A-HEM—HUURRGHHHK!”
Inside, Totodile was bracing himself. “Wait, what’s happening? Is this a good rumble or a bad rumble?”
The stomach around him began to ripple upward with squelchy force. A strong current of pressure grabbed him from below and began lifting him.
“WHOA! Okay! Progress! We’ve got liftoff!” he shouted, clinging to the slick walls as he was pushed toward the throat like toothpaste in a tube.
Chikorita’s eyes widened. “I think it’s working!”
Miltank gagged once, then again—her eyes starting to water. “I… I feel him… he’s coming up…”
Totodile’s snout broke into the throat. He was almost out.
And then—
GLRK!
With a loud, involuntary gulp, Miltank’s reflex took over.
“NO NO NO—!” Totodile screamed as he was suddenly sucked back down like a noodle.
Miltank blinked, cheeks red with embarrassment. She placed both hooves over her mouth. “Oops…”
Chikorita’s jaw dropped. “Did you swallow him again?!”
“I didn’t mean to!” Miltank cried. “My throat betrayed me!”
From inside came Totodile’s faint, furious voice: “I was this close! I SAW THE OUTSIDE WORLD!”
Miltank flopped onto her back again, dramatically defeated. “I’m a monster… I’m a Totodile trap…”
Chikorita groaned and rubbed her face with a vine. “You are not a monster. Just… really bad at spitting.”
Miltank peeked over her belly at Chikorita. “Now what?”
Chikorita looked to the trees, thinking. “Okay. You rest. No more coughing. No more swallowing. I’m going to get help.”
“From who?” Miltank sniffled.
Chikorita narrowed her eyes. “Someone who knows how to get a Totodile out of a Miltank.”
And with that, she darted off into the forest in search of wisdom, while Miltank sighed miserably and patted her poor, churning belly.
Inside, Totodile curled his arms in frustration. “If I make it out of here, I’m switching to flying type. I swear.”
The clearing had gone quiet again.
Miltank, now alone with her thoughts (and one very vocal passenger), sat heavily on her butt in the soft grass. She rubbed her belly gently, her hooves resting over the spot where a certain blue Water-type was currently stewing.
Totodile gave a weak kick from inside, making a slight bump roll under her pink fur.
“…Still in there,” Miltank muttered.
She let out a long sigh and leaned back on her arms. The sun was warm, her breathing slow and even again. And oddly enough… the sensation was starting to feel kind of… comforting. Soothing, even.
The little squirms. The warmth. The fullness. She tilted her head, blinking as a soft, unintentional moo slipped from her lips.
“...Mmm...”
Inside, Totodile froze.
“…Wait a sec,” he said aloud, narrowing his eyes. “Was that a happy moo?”
He thrashed again. “Hey! Don’t get comfy! This is NOT a spa treatment!”
Miltank jumped slightly, startled, and blushed hard.
“I-I’m not comfy!” she said out loud, waving her hooves. “I mean—I barely notice you! You’re just… noisy stomach bubbles! That’s all!”
Totodile’s voice rang out again from deep within: “Don’t you lie to me, lady! I heard that moo. That was a ‘mmm-this-is-nice’ moo!”
Miltank clutched her stomach guiltily, looking around to make sure no one else was witnessing this incredibly weird conversation.
Just then—crunch-crunch-crunch—footsteps approached.
Chikorita burst back into the clearing, panting, with two Pokémon following behind her.
One was a stern-looking Audino, carrying a little medical bag. The other was a goofy-looking Wobbuffet, who just kept saluting for no reason.
“We’re here!” Chikorita shouted. “Don’t worry, Totodile, help’s arrived!”
From inside, Totodile’s voice echoed: “THANK ARCEUS! Get me OUT of this hot yogurt cave!”
Audino sighed, already pulling on gloves. “Alright, Miltank. Let’s see what we’re working with.”
Miltank nervously held her belly and looked away. “I didn’t mean to swallow him… again…”
Chikorita raised an eyebrow. “You’re not starting to like having him in there, are you?”
“What?! NO! That’d be—ugh! Ew! Ridiculous!” Miltank stammered, her cheeks pink again.
From inside: “SHE TOTALLY DOES!!”
Audino cleared her throat. “Let’s keep our emotional revelations for after the Totodile is no longer part of your digestive system, shall we?”
Miltank nodded quickly. “Yes ma’am.”
Wobbuffet saluted. “WOBBUFFET!”
Audino rolled up her sleeves.
“Alright. Standard retrieval procedure. Chikorita, hold Miltank steady. Wobbuffet... just stay out of the way.”
“WOBBUFFET!” the blue Pokémon saluted proudly, then immediately tripped on a rock and faceplanted into a bush.
Chikorita steadied Miltank with her vines. “It’s gonna be okay. Just sit still.”
“I am sitting still,” Miltank grumbled, cheeks red. “And for the record, this is very uncomfortable for me too.”
From inside came Totodile’s voice, dry as sandpaper: “Really? Because I feel like a heated rice ball in here.”
Audino pulled out a tiny bottle. “Let’s try this: specialized Pecha-Root syrup. Usually triggers stomach contractions.”
Miltank sniffed it—and immediately gagged.
“It smells like rotten berries and regret!”
“Exactly. Open up.”
Miltank took a small sip. There was a pause.
Then—
BOOM!
Her stomach gurgled like a thundercloud. Her eyes widened.
“Oh… oh no. I think it’s—”
BRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
Miltank let out a bassy, room-shaking belch that blew Audino’s ears back, sent Wobbuffet rolling like a blue bowling pin, and ruffled Chikorita’s entire leaf.
Totodile’s voice emerged, dazed: “I just rode a sound wave. Am I… still real?”
Audino blinked, wiping her glasses. “...Okay. Not that one again.”
“Thank you!” Totodile wheezed.
Wobbuffet popped back up and started pushing on Miltank’s side like a giant ketchup bottle.
“WOBBUFFETTT!”
“Hey!” Miltank batted his hand away. “I’m not a tube of toothpaste!”
Chikorita whispered to Audino, “What if we… I don’t know… scare her? Like, shock her out of it?”
Audino nodded slowly. “Mild stimulus might work. Let’s try a... gentle jolt.”
Chikorita aimed her vines and sent a tiny Zap! of Grass-type energy at Miltank’s flank.
Miltank jumped. Her belly jiggled.
Then came a low, moaning moo, eyes fluttering halfway closed.
Chikorita froze. “…That… might’ve had the opposite effect.”
From inside: “WHAT did you just do?! She purred! I FELT that!!”
“Abort that plan,” Audino said firmly.
They tried bouncing.
They tried backflipping.
They even tried hanging Miltank upside-down from a low branch like a furry fruit piñata, hoping gravity would do the trick.
Nothing worked.
Totodile remained exactly where he was: cramped, steamed, and more sarcastic by the minute.
“I swear,” he muttered, arms folded, “next time, we take the long way around.”
Audino paced, clearly out of ideas. “Alright. We’ve tried syrup, pressure, shock, gravity inversion... There’s only one thing left.”
Chikorita looked up nervously. “What? What is it?”
Audino turned, stone-faced. “Your vines.”
Chikorita blinked. “Wait, what?”
“They’re the only tool long, flexible, and gentle enough to reach down and pull him out safely.”
“But that means—!”
“Yes.” Audino nodded gravely. “They’d have to go down Miltank’s throat.”
All three Pokémon stared at one another.
Miltank cringed. “Mmm... I’m not sure I like where this is going…”
Chikorita took a step back. “Can’t we just use, like… a stick or something?”
“Or a fishing rod?” Wobbuffet offered from inside a tree stump for some reason.
“No,” Audino said firmly. “Her throat is too soft. Only something natural, and gentle. Like vines.”
There was a long, deeply awkward pause.
Then—sigh—Chikorita stepped forward, trembling slightly.
“Totodile owes me so much for this…”
Miltank sighed too, blushing deeply. “I don’t even like this, I swear.”
“Just open up,” Audino ordered.
With a resigned moan, Miltank opened her mouth wide, revealing her thick, glistening tongue. It lolled out lazily, slick with saliva and warm as a pillow left in the sun.
“Ughhh…” Chikorita groaned, stepping up. “Why is it squishy?”
“Just do it quickly!” Miltank muttered.
Chikorita climbed onto the giant tongue with an audible squelch and braced herself. Her vines began slithering forward into the throat.
Totodile’s voice came muffled from deep within: “Wait. Is that... Chikorita? Are you crawling through cow spit to get me?”
“Yes, and it’s disgusting, so hurry up and grab on!” she barked.
Inside the stomach, Totodile spotted the green vines squirming their way through the esophagus and lunged forward.
“I got it!” he grunted, wrapping his claws around the vines.
Chikorita strained. “I feel him! Pulling!”
Audino held her breath. “It’s working! It’s actually working!”
Miltank gagged slightly, but stayed still. “I think he’s coming—!”
And then—
Wobbuffet, trying to climb out of the bush he’d fallen into earlier, tripped on a root and came rocketing forward.
“WOBBUUUUU—THUNK!”
He slammed into Miltank’s side.
“GLURRK!” Miltank gasped, her mouth snapping shut instinctively.
Her head tipped back.
And with a reflexive swallow—
GULP.
Everything stopped.
Chikorita was gone. The vines vanished with a wet squish.
Miltank’s eyes widened in horror as a double bulge slid slowly down her throat.
Inside, Totodile coughed. “Wait—was that—CHIKORITA?!”
“WHY AM I IN HERE TOO?!” Chikorita screamed.
Back in the clearing, Audino stood frozen, eye twitching.
Wobbuffet peeked up from the ground, blinking innocently. “...Wobbu?”
Miltank sat there in stunned silence, her belly now twice as active, twice as noisy, and suddenly twice as full.
She placed both hooves over it slowly. “...I am never ever going to live this down.”
Miltank sat completely still, hooves pressed to her belly, eyes wide like she’d just seen a ghost—or, more accurately, just swallowed one. Again.
Two faint bulges squirmed beneath her fur, shifting around uncomfortably. Her cheeks flushed pink as a deep gurgle echoed from within.
“I… I just…” she whispered, horrified. “I swallowed Chikorita. I swallowed her too…”
She looked down at her now very full stomach like it had betrayed her. “What are you doing to me?”
From deep inside, Chikorita’s muffled voice rose:
“EW. EW. EWWWW. I’M INSIDE YOU. THIS IS THE WORST.”
Totodile chimed in sharply. “Welcome to the party. Hope you like humidity and poor lighting!”
“I smell hay and tongue!!” Chikorita shrieked.
“I’ve been swimming in it for the last half hour,” Totodile snapped. “Now do you see why I’m losing my mind in here?”
“Why is everything squishy?!” she cried.
“Because it’s a stomach, Chikorita!”
Outside, Audino was pacing frantically in the grass, flipping through her field guide and muttering to herself.
“No. No. No. This one only works on Gulpin. This one’s illegal in three regions. This one requires a trampoline and a Machamp…”
She spun around to face Miltank, who was still sitting like a statue, clutching her now extra-wiggly belly with trembling hooves.
“Okay,” Audino said slowly, forcing calm. “No need to panic. Two Pokémon inside a big cow is… fine. This is fine. Totally fine.”
“It is NOT fine!” came Chikorita’s cry from within. “I’m touching things I should not be touching!”
Miltank whimpered. “I-I don’t like this! I didn’t mean to—! They just keep sliding in! It’s like my throat has a mind of its own!”
“Then tell it to STOP THINKING!” Totodile shouted.
Wobbuffet, still upside-down in a bush, raised a leafy twig like a white flag.
“Wobbuffet…?”
Audino massaged her forehead. “Okay. Deep breath. They’re safe. Slightly traumatized, but safe. Now we need a guaranteed way to get them out without triggering another swallow reflex or losing a third rescuer.”
Miltank’s stomach grumbled again, and she winced. “Please… hurry…”
Audino narrowed her eyes. “I have one more idea.”
Wobbuffet saluted in the background, despite having no idea what was going on.
Inside, Totodile rolled his eyes. “If this ‘last idea’ involves anything slimy, soft, or remotely moo-related, I swear I’m evolving out of spite.”
Audino planted her feet and raised one paw with determination.
“Alright, everyone. I’ve devised a new, carefully calculated plan based on years of medical experience, anatomy research, and dealing with chaotic Pokémon situations like this one.”
Miltank, still looking like she wanted to sink into the earth, blinked. “Is it going to involve me… again?”
“Yes,” Audino said flatly. “Because they’re inside you.”
From within, Totodile muttered, “Great. She’s got the ‘mad scientist’ tone now. Can’t wait to see what this genius plan is.”
Audino held up a jar filled with sparkling blue powder. “It’s called Fizzy Powder. Made for stomach relief. It causes rapid foaming and bubble expansion in the digestive tract—”
Miltank gasped. “Do you want me to turn into a soda can?!”
Chikorita groaned from within. “I hate everything about this plan already.”
Audino continued, undeterred. “If all goes as expected, the bubbly pressure will lift the two of you right back up the esophagus like a carbonated elevator.”
“That sounds…” Miltank squinted. “Awful.”
“Effective,” Audino corrected. “Wobbuffet, mix the powder into some berry juice.”
“WOBBUFFET!” he barked, proudly shaking up a bottle like a bartender on a mission.
Moments later, Miltank held the fizzing drink, eyeing it with a very sick expression.
“This looks like it wants to hurt me.”
“It does,” Audino said. “But it’s also your last shot before I start recruiting flying-types to carry you upside-down for a week.”
Miltank sighed, tipped the bottle, and drank.
For a moment, nothing happened.
Then her eyes bulged.
GURGLE-GLOOP-BWOOOOORRRRGG
Her entire belly swelled slightly, bubbling like a hot spring. A ripple rolled through her sides. Her mouth opened involuntarily—
Totodile felt it first. “Hold up—wait—ARE WE MOVING?!”
Chikorita yelped. “OH NO NO NO I FEEL FLOATY I DON’T LIKE IT!”
The pressure pushed them up, stomach walls rippling—
Audino leaned in, tense. “Now! Hold that mouth open!”
Miltank did her best—eyes watering, cheeks puffed, mouth wide like she was about to scream—
A faint blue snout peeked out of her throat—
“JUST A LITTLE MORE—!” Chikorita shouted from behind Totodile.
And then—
HIC!
Miltank hiccupped.
GULP.
Totodile and Chikorita were yanked back in with force like the world’s saddest roller coaster drop.
Miltank gasped, slapped her cheeks, and wailed, “WHY IS THIS STILL HAPPENING TO ME?!”
Audino stared, mouth open.
Wobbuffet blinked, then slowly took off his imaginary chef’s hat and threw it into a tree.
Inside, Totodile let out the slowest, most tired sigh in the world.
“Next person who says ‘it’ll work this time’ is getting Water Gunned in the soul.”
Chikorita groaned. “This better not be permanent. If I have to live in here, I’m redecorating.”
Outside, Miltank flopped over again, hugging her noisy, bloated belly.
“Can someone please get me a therapist… and a straw?”
Audino was packing up her things.
“I’ve tried everything, and nothing’s worked,” she said, scribbling frustrated notes into a little pink notepad labeled “Unusual Swallowing Cases – Field Notes Vol. 2.” She snapped it shut and sighed.
“I need better equipment. I’ll return with ideas. And possibly a therapist for everyone involved.”
Wobbuffet gave a low, solemn salute. “Wobbu…”
Audino turned to Miltank. “Just sit still. No sudden movements. No snacks. And definitely no third helpings.”
“I didn’t try to eat them!” Miltank whined, hooves clutched over her belly like she was guarding something precious. “They keep slipping!”
From inside:
“We’re not bananas, lady!” Totodile snapped.
“Speak for yourself,” Chikorita muttered, “I feel like a bruised one.”
Audino gave Miltank a tight nod, then turned and marched off into the woods with Wobbuffet wobbling after her.
Silence returned.
Miltank sat frozen in place under the afternoon sun, eyes wide, tail twitching nervously. Her belly gave another groan, louder this time—blorp-glorp—followed by a flutter of motion just beneath the surface.
Inside, Totodile shifted, trying to sit. His elbow squelched against the spongy stomach wall. He groaned.
“Well, that’s it. I’ve touched everything in here twice. I officially hate it.”
Chikorita was hanging awkwardly by a vine looped around something questionably anatomical. “We’re not meant to be in here, you know. I mean, who designs an ecosystem this cramped?!”
“I can’t even turn around without elbowing you,” Totodile muttered.
“You elbowed me three times,” Chikorita said flatly.
“Because it’s a digestive prison!”
Then, the walls suddenly tightened.
Both of them yelped as the stomach contracted sharply—SCHLRRKKKK—squeezing around them like a wet balloon.
Chikorita gasped. “Wha-what’s it doing now?!”
Totodile clawed at the squishy walls. “Why is it shrinking?! Did someone press a flush button?!”
With a loud, slurping gurgle, the chamber below opened up—like a trapdoor of meat and goo.
Then—
SLUUURRRRRP
Both Pokémon were dragged down in a spiraling gulp, sucked into a second chamber deeper below.
Totodile screamed. “WE’RE BEING UPGRADED TO PREMIUM DISGUST!!”
THUMP.
They landed in a new space—narrower, hotter, and even slimier.
Chikorita didn’t even scream this time. She just groaned into the wall. “This is my life now. I’m stew. We’re stew.”
Totodile wiped goo from his face. “This isn’t a stomach. This is a bad hotel room made of meat.”
Back outside, Miltank blinked, feeling the shift. Her hooves pressed to her middle, now a little lower, rounder, heavier.
“...Oh no,” she whispered. “Did they just… go deeper?”
She looked around the empty field in a panic. “Audino?! Wobbuffet?! Can you turn around?! I think it’s worse now!!”
But the wind only blew gently through the grass.
And her belly gave a happy gurgle, as if unaware of the utter chaos inside it.
Miltank sat there in the clearing, staring at her now noticeably heavier belly. Her eyes were wide, hooves still resting on her middle… but then, without meaning to, she let out a soft, low purr.
Her hooves began to rub slowly, gently. Then a few absent-minded pats followed—pat pat pat—as her body responded with a content gllllorp.
“No, no, no,” she muttered, shaking her head. “Don’t enjoy this. Don’t enjoy this.”
But her belly gave a warm blorrrble, almost like it was sighing.
Inside, Totodile paused. “Wait… was that a purr?!”
“...She’s rubbing us,” Chikorita said in a horrified whisper. “She’s patting us like we’re part of a meal plan!”
Totodile banged a fist against the squishy wall. “HEY! We’re still people!”
Miltank blinked, hearing them faintly.
“I-I’m not doing it on purpose! It’s just—ugh—it’s a reflex! I feel full and cozy and—and that’s bad! That’s really bad!”
Chikorita’s voice rang out, muffled and sharp. “Then STOP ENJOYING IT!!”
Miltank clutched her belly tighter, panicking. “Y-you guys need to get out. Like right now. You’re in my second stomach.”
“Wait,” Totodile said, suddenly still. “...Second?”
“Yes!” Miltank cried. “I have four! Like a normal Miltank! First is storage, second is softening, third is breakdown—”
“DON’T TELL ME WHAT FOUR IS!” Chikorita shouted.
Totodile paled. “Let me guess. If we reach the fourth...?”
“Game. Over.” Miltank gulped. “That’s the one that... you know. Absorbs things.”
The two Pokémon inside went completely still.
Then—
“NOPE!!” Totodile yelled, and immediately began thrashing against the slimy walls. “NOPE NOPE NOPE!”
Chikorita was already whipping her vines, slipping and squirming. “WE’RE NOT DIGESTING TODAY!”
The stomach responded to their struggling by tightening instinctively, slick walls rippling and squeezing.
Totodile slid across the floor. “It’s getting tighter—like, hug-you-into-a-jellybean tight!”
Chikorita shouted, “Don’t let it pull you down! Aim up! Find something to grab!”
They clawed and slipped, shoved and kicked, but the soft, sticky walls gave no handholds—only warmth, pressure, and another ominous glorp below.
Outside, Miltank was pacing in frantic circles.
“This is bad. This is so bad. I’m gonna be arrested. Or banned from Poké Centers. Or turned into a cautionary tale for kindergarten Pokémon.”
She hugged her belly. “Guys?! Are you still there?!”
Inside came Totodile’s shout: “WE’RE STILL HERE AND VERY SLIPPERY!”
Chikorita added, “If you’ve got ANY bright ideas, now’s the time, Milk-tank!”
Miltank winced. “I-I’m trying to think! I don’t even like this feeling! My body’s just… being a cow!”
Another deep gurgle rumbled from below.
Totodile kicked. “We are not making it to stomach three!”
Chikorita flailed. “Not unless you plan on growing a second Chikorita!”
Miltank looked around the clearing, desperate. “Audino, please hurry back…”
But the trees were silent.
And inside her belly, time—and stomach space—were running out.
Miltank froze, both hooves pressed to her now highly active, squirming belly. Her eyes widened in horror.
“No, no, no—oh mooooo no—”
She could feel it. That telltale squelching slide deeper down, the kind her kind only got after particularly big meals.
Totodile and Chikorita were moving again.
Not up.
Down.
Inside, it wasn’t subtle.
The walls around them were rippling with strong, rhythmic contractions. Slippery ridges massaged them downward, no matter how much they kicked and screamed.
Totodile scrambled, slipping through another tight passage. “I’m getting pulled! We’re getting upgraded to nightmare mode!!”
“Third stomach!!” Chikorita yelled. “We’re in the third! This one’s the breakdown phase!!”
“I’M NOT GETTING BROKEN DOWN, I’M NOT EVEN HOUSEBROKEN!”
Back outside, Miltank gasped. “They’re almost in the third! I can feel it—there’s less squirming and more... sinking!”
She looked around, desperate. “Where is she?!”
And then—
fwip-fwip-fwip-fwip-fwip
A bush exploded, and Audino came charging in with Wobbuffet bouncing behind her. She had on rubber gloves, goggles, and a full medical pack strapped to her back like a commando nurse.
“I’M BACK!” she shouted triumphantly. “I brought tubing! Antiacid mist! A portable hose! An emergency winch!”
Miltank whipped around. “AUDINO THEY’RE IN THE THIRD!!”
Audino froze mid-stride. “...I’m sorry. The third?”
“Yes!” Miltank wailed. “They slipped again! I didn’t do anything! My body just keeps—upgrading them!!”
Audino’s ears twitched. She dropped her bag. “Third stomach? Oh no. No no no—that’s pre-digestion phase! We’ve only got—” she looked at her watch, “—minutes before the real breakdown begins!”
Inside, Totodile was clinging to Chikorita, both of them sloshing in what now felt like the bottom of a thick smoothie blender.
“It’s getting warmer!” Chikorita cried.
“It’s getting bubblier!” Totodile snapped. “I think it just burped in reverse!!”
Miltank collapsed onto her knees. “I didn’t mean to! I like them! I just—I can’t stop it!”
Audino snapped on a headlamp and strapped a suction device to her wrist. “Okay, forget subtle. This is now a level four cow-mergency. Hold her still, Wobbuffet!”
“WOBBUFFET!” he cried heroically, running full speed at Miltank and hugging her side like a velcro wall.
Miltank yelped. “No more sudden movements!”
Audino reached into her bag, pulling out a clear, flexible extraction tube.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she muttered. “Third stomach… Honestly. I leave for five minutes.”
She looked at Miltank. “Alright. Open wide. This is gonna feel very weird.”
Miltank blinked. “...Weirder than this?!”
Totodile, meanwhile, was not optimistic.
“If this next plan involves another drink or someone playing the cow flute, I’m done. Let me be compost.”
Chikorita clung to a stomach fold like her life depended on it. “Can you hurry up with the rescue?! I’m one burp away from becoming a chlorophyll bubble!”
Audino lowered the tube toward Miltank’s mouth, narrowed her eyes, and muttered:
“Time to tube two Pokémon out of a third stomach. This was not in the nursing manual.”
Inside the third stomach, Totodile and Chikorita were flailing like two Pokémon in a slip-and-slide nightmare.
“It’s hotter down here!” Totodile gasped, elbow-deep in stomach goo. “And thicker! It’s like soup, but alive!”
Chikorita was upside-down, again. “Stop describing it! I’m already halfway emotionally scarred!”
Outside, Audino was not having a good time either.
The hose had backfired. The suction device jammed. Miltank gagged three times, hiccuped once, and nearly swallowed Wobbuffet's tail by accident.
Audino finally threw down the hose and pulled out a small, sealed case from her bag. Her paws shook slightly.
“This is it,” she muttered grimly.
Miltank blinked. “That doesn’t sound like a happy solution voice.”
Audino opened the case. Inside were two golden, glowing seeds: Reviver Seeds.
“These will bring them back. No matter what happens. But...” She looked at Miltank, serious now. “They only work after... digestion.”
Miltank’s face turned a shade of white that should not have been possible on a pink Pokémon. “You want me to—what?”
“You’d have to fully digest them. The Reviver Seeds will kick in after. They’ll come back, safe and whole. I promise.”
Totodile’s muffled voice screamed from below. “I CAN HEAR YOU!!”
Chikorita’s voice followed in horror. “ABSOLUTELY NOT!! THAT’S NOT A PLAN, THAT’S A CRIME!!”
Miltank clutched her belly as the internal struggle intensified. Her gut squirmed violently, bulges moving and kicking with renewed panic.
“They’re freaking out!” she wailed. “They’re trying to climb back up!! I think Totodile’s biting something again!!”
“STOP CHEWING MY STOMACH WALL!!” she cried, patting her belly.
Audino pressed the seeds into her hoof. “This is the last option. It’s not ideal, but they’ll survive. This is what Reviver Seeds are for.”
Inside, Chikorita whipped her vines like grappling hooks. “I am not letting this cow make beef stew out of me!”
Totodile growled, slipping and sliding as the stomach kept squelching. “I’m a reptile, not breakfast!!”
Miltank whimpered. “They’re fighting me! I can’t even swallow the seeds if they’re thrashing like this!”
She sat back, trembling, holding her belly with both hooves. Every movement inside was sharp, frantic, panicked. Her body wanted to finish what it started, but her mind wanted anything else.
“I don’t want to digest them,” she whispered. “I don’t want to be the Pokémon that has to bring them back.”
Audino gently put a paw on her shoulder. “You don’t have to want it. You just have to save them.”
Inside, the duo were now trying everything — biting, kicking, bracing against folds, yelling incoherent insults at the digestive walls.
“WHY IS EVERYTHING SO WET!” Totodile roared.
“WHY ARE YOU SHOUTING!” Chikorita screamed back.
Suddenly—
GLORRRPPPP
The stomach walls contracted again. Tight. Purposeful.
The pressure rose.
The time was running out.
Miltank squeezed her eyes shut, seeds in hoof.
“I’m so sorry...”
The golden Reviver Seeds glinted faintly in Miltank’s trembling hooves.
“Are… are you sure this is going to work?” she whispered, her voice cracking.
Audino stood firm. “They’ll come back. It’s what Reviver Seeds do. But they have to be… processed. Fully.”
Miltank stared at the seeds like they were poison. But the frantic bulges in her belly were slowing now. The third stomach was tightening, sloshing more heavily than before. The moment had come.
With a final shaky breath, Miltank closed her eyes—and swallowed.
GULP.
The seeds slid down.
And like clockwork… the final shift began.
Inside her body, there was one last wet schlorp, and then—
SLUUUUURRP—GLRRRRP!
The duo was pulled downward into the fourth stomach.
There were no more screams now.
No more kicking, no more squirming.
Only deep, churning groans and gurgles as the final chamber began its grim work. The weight in Miltank’s middle shifted, lower and fuller, as her body accepted the two as “meals.”
She could still feel them.
Every slow squeeze of her inner muscles, every rhythmic contraction. She was aware of them—too aware. Not as food, but as friends trapped in something they were never meant to go through.
And now… she could do nothing.
“They’re… they’re in the last one,” she murmured, laying back against a tree. Her hooves rested on her now sluggish, sloshing belly, eyes glassy. “I… I still feel them. But not like before. Just…”
She swallowed hard. “Just pressure.”
Audino sat beside her, calm but tired.
“You did what you had to,” she said softly.
“But it’s me,” Miltank whispered. “I’m the one… I’m the place this is happening in. I never wanted this. I liked them. They were just going for a walk…”
“I know,” Audino said. “But you also gave them a second chance.”
Miltank looked down at her slowly churning gut, which gurgled in reply—deep and low, like distant thunder underwater.
“How long?” she asked.
Audino shook her head. “No one really knows. Could be minutes. Could be hours. The seeds work when the body’s ready. It’s nature’s call now.”
Miltank looked haunted. “So I just… sit here. And let my stomach... finish.”
There was silence. Just wind through the trees.
And the slow, thick glorrrrp of her belly.
She curled around it, wrapping her tail gently across the roundness, hooves resting as if she could comfort it. Or herself.
“I’ll wait,” she whispered. “Even if it takes all day… I’ll wait.”
And inside, the last of the bubbles rose, then stilled.
Audino and Wobbuffet finally packed up their gear, giving Miltank a hopeful but firm look.
“You just wait here,” Audino said kindly. “We’ll figure this out and come back as soon as we can.”
Miltank nodded, watching them disappear down the path. The woods were quiet again—just the soft rustle of leaves and the faint, rhythmic glorp from deep inside her belly.
She lowered herself onto the soft grass, hooves gently resting on her swollen middle.
And then, despite everything, a low purr rumbled through her throat.
Her hoof slid over her belly in slow circles, a mix of guilt and unexpected comfort washing over her.
“I never thought... I’d actually enjoy this part,” she murmured, voice soft and hesitant.
Her eyes closed briefly, savoring the strange warmth and motion.
But the guilt was never far behind.
“Not forever, of course,” she reminded herself. “They’ll come back… thanks to those seeds.”
A faint smile tugged at her lips.
She sighed, half to herself.
“Despite the situation… you were very tasty.”
Her tail flicked nervously.
“Hope you’re not too fattening—I want to keep a good figure.”
Her purr grew a little louder, more relaxed now.
“Despite all this… it kind of feels relaxing.”
She rubbed her belly again, the soft squelches and gentle contractions continuing beneath her hooves.
A complicated mix of warmth, worry, and weird satisfaction.
Miltank exhaled deeply, settling in to wait.
Miltank lay back on the soft grass, still gently rubbing her belly as the soothing glorrrp echoed from within. The strange warmth was oddly comforting, and despite the situation, she couldn’t help but relax a little.
Just then, a soft, unexpected burp escaped her lips.
“Oh!” she gasped, cheeks instantly flushing a deep pink.
From her mouth, slick and dripping with saliva, popped out two small, shiny objects—Totodile and Chikorita’s rescuer badges.
Miltank blinked, staring at them in surprise, then burst into a nervous, breathy laugh.
“Well... that’s not exactly how I planned to return those,” she muttered, setting the badges gently on the grass beside her.
Her tail flicked shyly as she wiped her mouth with a hoof.
“Guess you two really left your mark.”
The blush lingered, but she smiled softly, the warmth of the moment easing some of her worry.
Miltank, chikorita, totodile, audino and wobbuffet belong to Game Freak, The Pokémon Company and Nintendo.
It was the kind of morning that made everything feel alive. Sunlight filtered through the leaves in golden beams, and the air smelled faintly of flowers and damp earth. Totodile and Chikorita strolled along the path, their chatter filling the woods with cheerful energy.
Totodile marched ahead, occasionally hopping over rocks and sticks like they were obstacles in a grand adventure. Chikorita trotted behind, her leaf swaying as she enjoyed the peace.
But then they stopped.
The path curved around a bend—only to end at an enormous pink wall of fur. A Miltank, sound asleep, was sprawled across the trail. Her round body rose and fell with each deep breath. Her hooves twitched once in a while, and a soft moo escaped her nose in rhythm with her snoring.
“Uh… is she okay?” Totodile asked, peering up at the enormous sleeping Pokémon.
Chikorita nodded slowly. “She looks fine. Just… super asleep.”
“She’s in the way,” Totodile said. “Should we wake her up?”
Chikorita hesitated. “That feels kinda rude.”
Totodile squinted. “We can probably climb over her!”
And so, the decision was made.
They approached carefully. Miltank’s warm side wobbled with each breath, making her belly feel more like a waterbed than solid ground. Chikorita took her time, planting her tiny feet carefully and using vines for balance. Totodile, however, being Totodile, charged up without much thought.
“I got this!” he called out.
Halfway up, a soft snore and belly shift made the surface bounce slightly. Totodile slipped.
“Wha—WHOAA!”
He tumbled backward, flailed his arms, and rolled down Miltank’s plush side like a bouncy hill. Chikorita gasped as he bounced once, then again—
—and then landed right into Miltank’s slightly open mouth with a soft plop.
The cow Pokémon, still asleep, instinctively closed her lips.
Inside, Totodile blinked in pitch darkness, now lying on a huge, squishy tongue.
“Okay. Okay. What just happened?” he mumbled, trying to stand.
But Miltank’s tongue shifted beneath him.
Glrp.
She smacked her lips gently in her sleep, as if tasting something she didn’t remember eating. Her tongue pressed Totodile against her cheek and then rolled him around like a soft candy.
“Hey! Watch the tail!” Totodile grumbled, flailing helplessly.
Chikorita stood frozen on the path, jaw dropped. “TOTODILE?!”
Miltank gave a soft, satisfied hum and, with a final sleepy sigh, swallowed.
Gulp.
A small, rounded bulge traveled slowly down her throat. Chikorita’s eyes followed it in stunned silence as it disappeared past her collarbone, sinking into her massive form.
Then Miltank licked her lips once, gave a gentle moo of contentment, and curled slightly to one side, as if she'd just finished a big warm glass of MooMoo Milk herself.
Chikorita’s legs trembled. “She… she just… swallowed him…”
The forest was quiet except for the faint sounds of chirping and Miltank’s steady breathing.
Chikorita stepped forward, flustered and panicking. “Okay, okay. Don’t freak out. He’s just… somewhere in there. He’s probably okay. Right? Pokémon are tough.”
She stood next to Miltank’s side, pressing an ear gently against her warm belly. There was a faint gurgle. And… was that a voice?
From deep inside, muffled but clear, came:
“Okay, this is way too cozy. Someone tell her this is not how you make friends!”
Chikorita sighed, part relief, part exasperation. “I’m gonna have to get you out of there, am I not?”
She looked up at the sleeping Miltank, vines on her hips.
“Alright. Let’s do this the polite way first.”
She poked Miltank gently with a vine.
Chikorita stepped up to the dozing Miltank and gave her a firm, respectful poke with a vine.
"Excuse me, Miss Miltank? You accidentally swallowed my friend," she said as politely as possible, though her voice cracked a little with nerves. "Could you… maybe spit him out?"
Miltank didn’t so much as twitch.
Chikorita poked again, this time with a little more urgency.
Still no response—until suddenly, Miltank moved.
She let out a long, dreamy moo, lifted one hind leg to scratch lazily at the spot Chikorita had touched… and then, with a deep sigh, flopped over onto her side.
WHUMP.
The earth shook slightly under her bulk, and Chikorita squeaked in alarm as Miltank’s massive form rolled toward her.
“EEK!”
She leapt backward just in time to avoid being squashed beneath a pink belly the size of a boulder. Dust puffed into the air, and blades of grass were flattened under Miltank’s relaxed, round body.
“Geez!” Chikorita huffed, her leaf twitching. “That was too close…”
Inside, Totodile was not having a good time.
One moment he was adjusting to the strange, sticky stillness of the fleshy chamber… the next, he was sliding sideways as gravity shifted.
“Whoa—WHOA!”
With a heavy lurch, the walls squeezed and jostled him around as Miltank rolled. The fleshy, squishy walls undulated, pushing and pulling him in random directions.
“Okay, okay! New rule! No rolling cows!!” he shouted, smacking into a soft fold that bounced him the other way.
It was warm—really warm—and humid, like a sauna crossed with a trampoline. Every movement came with a wet squish or slurp. The walls pulsed around him slowly, the rhythmic beat of a very large heart thumping faintly somewhere nearby.
Totodile made a face. “Ugh. It’s like being stuck inside a hot, slimy balloon!”
He kicked the wall, which responded with a squelch and a slight jiggle. “Hello? Anyone out there? I would like a refund on this ride!”
Back outside, Chikorita was trying to think. She circled the sleeping Miltank, who now lay on her back with her legs slightly in the air, snoozing as though she hadn’t just swallowed someone whole.
"Okay, she won’t wake up, Totodile’s in there complaining, and I am so not strong enough to drag her anywhere..."
She stomped a tiny foot in frustration. “Ugh! Why is this happening on a nice walk?!”
Just as Chikorita was mid-sigh, pacing beside Miltank’s enormous form and muttering about “never trusting sleepy cows again,” something shifted.
Miltank’s ears twitched.
Then came a massive, slow inhale. Her chest rose. Her limbs stretched outward like a drawn bow, hooves flexing in every direction.
With a loud, echoing yawn, Miltank sat up slightly, eyes blinking open groggily. Her thick tongue lolled out of her mouth for a second before she smacked her lips once—muwop—and gave a long sigh of relief.
Inside, Totodile tumbled again from the sudden movement.
“Okay! Okay! That’s it! If I bounce one more time, I’m gonna lose my lunch—and it was a good lunch!” he grumbled.
Back outside, Chikorita froze.
Miltank’s heavy-lidded gaze swept across the grassy clearing… then settled directly on her.
The cow’s nostrils flared once. Her mouth parted slightly. Her blue eyes blinked, slowly processing the tiny green Pokémon standing beside her.
Chikorita stood completely still, smiling nervously. “H-hi. Good morning! Sleep well?”
Miltank stared a moment longer, then tilted her head.
“…A Chikorita?” she mooed softly, voice still thick with sleep.
Chikorita laughed awkwardly. “Yep! That’s me! Uh, funny thing, you kind of… well…” She rubbed one hoof behind her head. “You ate my friend.”
Miltank blinked.
“…Mooh?”
Chikorita nodded quickly. “Yep. Swallowed him right up. Blue guy. Loud. Wet feet. You might still feel him squirming.”
Miltank blinked again. Her eyes slowly widened. Then she placed one hoof gingerly against her belly… and felt a tiny bump move just under the surface.
Inside, Totodile was squirming again. “Finally! She’s awake! Can someone tell her I’m NOT a berry?!”
Miltank’s ears twitched. She looked down at her belly, then back at Chikorita.
“…Did I eat him?” she asked in a slow, stunned voice.
Chikorita smiled, but it was the kind of smile that begged not to be squished. “Uh… yeah. But, like, not on purpose! You were asleep! It’s okay, really! He’s still talking, so that’s good, right?”
Miltank’s face turned a shade paler.
She sat bolt upright. “ Did I EAT a Totodile?!”
Chikorita took a few cautious steps back. “Easy! Breathe! He’s okay! Probably just… uncomfortable.”
Miltank gasped, clutched her face, and then her belly. “Oh no. Oh no no no! I dreamed I was eating a berry salad and now—OH SWEET MOOMOO DID I THINK HE WAS A BERRY?!”
From inside, Totodile’s voice echoed faintly: “More like a battle-hardened blueberry, thank you very much!”
Miltank sat in the middle of the path, wide-eyed, ears twitching in panic.
“I ate someone,” she whispered. “I ate a whole Pokémon. I’m going to jail. Or worse…”
Chikorita stood nearby, trying to stay calm for everyone’s sake. “Okay, okay! Don’t panic! We just need to think of a way to get him out. Preferably, you know, the same way he went in.”
Miltank stared at her, confused. “You mean—like reverse eating?”
“Well… yeah,” Chikorita said awkwardly. “A nice, gentle cough maybe? Like you’re spitting out a watermelon seed?”
Miltank looked down at her round, gurgling belly.
“I don’t know how to cough up a Totodile,” she moaned. “Is there a button I press? A lever??”
Before Chikorita could answer, something shifted inside.
Deep within the warm, squishy chamber of Miltank’s belly, Totodile was getting annoyed.
“Okay, this is ridiculous!” he shouted. “Too hot, too gooey, smells like steamed hay and regret. Time to make some noise!”
With a determined grunt, he opened his jaws wide and bit down hard on the soft, pulsing wall beside him.
CHOMP.
Outside, Miltank's eyes bulged.
“EEEP!”
She let out a yelp and jumped slightly, her hooves scrambling.
Then she slapped her own belly with a loud THWAP, sending a ripple through her soft side.
“HEY!!” she shouted at herself, as if her insides were a separate being. “NO BITING!!”
From within came Totodile’s muffled protest: “THEN NO SWALLOWING!!”
“Ow ow ow ow,” Miltank muttered, rubbing the sore spot. “Why does everything always end up in my stomach? Why can't people just knock?!”
Chikorita waved her vines frantically. “Okay! Let’s not slap ourselves again, that’s not helping!”
Miltank pouted. “But he bit me!”
“He's understandably upset! You swallowed him!” Chikorita shouted.
Totodile shouted again from inside, voice echoing: “Do you have any idea how weird it is in here?! I’m touching everything! And I regret it!”
Miltank crossed her arms, cheeks puffing out. “I didn’t mean to! I was dreaming of food and—oh Moo-Moo, I really thought he was a giant fruit...”
Chikorita sighed and looked around. “Alright. I need to think. There has to be a safe, natural way to help Totodile out of there without anyone getting slapped, bitten, or having a breakdown.”
Chikorita paced, her leaf swishing with determination. “Okay, okay. We’re not calling the Guild. We’re not calling anyone. We can fix this ourselves.”
Miltank sat nervously on the grass, still rubbing her belly, which gave the occasional gurgle and jiggle.
“I’ll try to cough him up,” she said with a hint of panic in her voice. “I think I remember seeing a Magikarp do it once. It can’t be that hard, right?”
Chikorita gulped. “Magikarp don’t even have throats.”
“Details!” Miltank huffed. She puffed up her cheeks, stuck out her tongue, and began to hack dramatically. “A-HEM—HUURRGHHHK!”
Inside, Totodile was bracing himself. “Wait, what’s happening? Is this a good rumble or a bad rumble?”
The stomach around him began to ripple upward with squelchy force. A strong current of pressure grabbed him from below and began lifting him.
“WHOA! Okay! Progress! We’ve got liftoff!” he shouted, clinging to the slick walls as he was pushed toward the throat like toothpaste in a tube.
Chikorita’s eyes widened. “I think it’s working!”
Miltank gagged once, then again—her eyes starting to water. “I… I feel him… he’s coming up…”
Totodile’s snout broke into the throat. He was almost out.
And then—
GLRK!
With a loud, involuntary gulp, Miltank’s reflex took over.
“NO NO NO—!” Totodile screamed as he was suddenly sucked back down like a noodle.
Miltank blinked, cheeks red with embarrassment. She placed both hooves over her mouth. “Oops…”
Chikorita’s jaw dropped. “Did you swallow him again?!”
“I didn’t mean to!” Miltank cried. “My throat betrayed me!”
From inside came Totodile’s faint, furious voice: “I was this close! I SAW THE OUTSIDE WORLD!”
Miltank flopped onto her back again, dramatically defeated. “I’m a monster… I’m a Totodile trap…”
Chikorita groaned and rubbed her face with a vine. “You are not a monster. Just… really bad at spitting.”
Miltank peeked over her belly at Chikorita. “Now what?”
Chikorita looked to the trees, thinking. “Okay. You rest. No more coughing. No more swallowing. I’m going to get help.”
“From who?” Miltank sniffled.
Chikorita narrowed her eyes. “Someone who knows how to get a Totodile out of a Miltank.”
And with that, she darted off into the forest in search of wisdom, while Miltank sighed miserably and patted her poor, churning belly.
Inside, Totodile curled his arms in frustration. “If I make it out of here, I’m switching to flying type. I swear.”
The clearing had gone quiet again.
Miltank, now alone with her thoughts (and one very vocal passenger), sat heavily on her butt in the soft grass. She rubbed her belly gently, her hooves resting over the spot where a certain blue Water-type was currently stewing.
Totodile gave a weak kick from inside, making a slight bump roll under her pink fur.
“…Still in there,” Miltank muttered.
She let out a long sigh and leaned back on her arms. The sun was warm, her breathing slow and even again. And oddly enough… the sensation was starting to feel kind of… comforting. Soothing, even.
The little squirms. The warmth. The fullness. She tilted her head, blinking as a soft, unintentional moo slipped from her lips.
“...Mmm...”
Inside, Totodile froze.
“…Wait a sec,” he said aloud, narrowing his eyes. “Was that a happy moo?”
He thrashed again. “Hey! Don’t get comfy! This is NOT a spa treatment!”
Miltank jumped slightly, startled, and blushed hard.
“I-I’m not comfy!” she said out loud, waving her hooves. “I mean—I barely notice you! You’re just… noisy stomach bubbles! That’s all!”
Totodile’s voice rang out again from deep within: “Don’t you lie to me, lady! I heard that moo. That was a ‘mmm-this-is-nice’ moo!”
Miltank clutched her stomach guiltily, looking around to make sure no one else was witnessing this incredibly weird conversation.
Just then—crunch-crunch-crunch—footsteps approached.
Chikorita burst back into the clearing, panting, with two Pokémon following behind her.
One was a stern-looking Audino, carrying a little medical bag. The other was a goofy-looking Wobbuffet, who just kept saluting for no reason.
“We’re here!” Chikorita shouted. “Don’t worry, Totodile, help’s arrived!”
From inside, Totodile’s voice echoed: “THANK ARCEUS! Get me OUT of this hot yogurt cave!”
Audino sighed, already pulling on gloves. “Alright, Miltank. Let’s see what we’re working with.”
Miltank nervously held her belly and looked away. “I didn’t mean to swallow him… again…”
Chikorita raised an eyebrow. “You’re not starting to like having him in there, are you?”
“What?! NO! That’d be—ugh! Ew! Ridiculous!” Miltank stammered, her cheeks pink again.
From inside: “SHE TOTALLY DOES!!”
Audino cleared her throat. “Let’s keep our emotional revelations for after the Totodile is no longer part of your digestive system, shall we?”
Miltank nodded quickly. “Yes ma’am.”
Wobbuffet saluted. “WOBBUFFET!”
Audino rolled up her sleeves.
“Alright. Standard retrieval procedure. Chikorita, hold Miltank steady. Wobbuffet... just stay out of the way.”
“WOBBUFFET!” the blue Pokémon saluted proudly, then immediately tripped on a rock and faceplanted into a bush.
Chikorita steadied Miltank with her vines. “It’s gonna be okay. Just sit still.”
“I am sitting still,” Miltank grumbled, cheeks red. “And for the record, this is very uncomfortable for me too.”
From inside came Totodile’s voice, dry as sandpaper: “Really? Because I feel like a heated rice ball in here.”
Audino pulled out a tiny bottle. “Let’s try this: specialized Pecha-Root syrup. Usually triggers stomach contractions.”
Miltank sniffed it—and immediately gagged.
“It smells like rotten berries and regret!”
“Exactly. Open up.”
Miltank took a small sip. There was a pause.
Then—
BOOM!
Her stomach gurgled like a thundercloud. Her eyes widened.
“Oh… oh no. I think it’s—”
BRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
Miltank let out a bassy, room-shaking belch that blew Audino’s ears back, sent Wobbuffet rolling like a blue bowling pin, and ruffled Chikorita’s entire leaf.
Totodile’s voice emerged, dazed: “I just rode a sound wave. Am I… still real?”
Audino blinked, wiping her glasses. “...Okay. Not that one again.”
“Thank you!” Totodile wheezed.
Wobbuffet popped back up and started pushing on Miltank’s side like a giant ketchup bottle.
“WOBBUFFETTT!”
“Hey!” Miltank batted his hand away. “I’m not a tube of toothpaste!”
Chikorita whispered to Audino, “What if we… I don’t know… scare her? Like, shock her out of it?”
Audino nodded slowly. “Mild stimulus might work. Let’s try a... gentle jolt.”
Chikorita aimed her vines and sent a tiny Zap! of Grass-type energy at Miltank’s flank.
Miltank jumped. Her belly jiggled.
Then came a low, moaning moo, eyes fluttering halfway closed.
Chikorita froze. “…That… might’ve had the opposite effect.”
From inside: “WHAT did you just do?! She purred! I FELT that!!”
“Abort that plan,” Audino said firmly.
They tried bouncing.
They tried backflipping.
They even tried hanging Miltank upside-down from a low branch like a furry fruit piñata, hoping gravity would do the trick.
Nothing worked.
Totodile remained exactly where he was: cramped, steamed, and more sarcastic by the minute.
“I swear,” he muttered, arms folded, “next time, we take the long way around.”
Audino paced, clearly out of ideas. “Alright. We’ve tried syrup, pressure, shock, gravity inversion... There’s only one thing left.”
Chikorita looked up nervously. “What? What is it?”
Audino turned, stone-faced. “Your vines.”
Chikorita blinked. “Wait, what?”
“They’re the only tool long, flexible, and gentle enough to reach down and pull him out safely.”
“But that means—!”
“Yes.” Audino nodded gravely. “They’d have to go down Miltank’s throat.”
All three Pokémon stared at one another.
Miltank cringed. “Mmm... I’m not sure I like where this is going…”
Chikorita took a step back. “Can’t we just use, like… a stick or something?”
“Or a fishing rod?” Wobbuffet offered from inside a tree stump for some reason.
“No,” Audino said firmly. “Her throat is too soft. Only something natural, and gentle. Like vines.”
There was a long, deeply awkward pause.
Then—sigh—Chikorita stepped forward, trembling slightly.
“Totodile owes me so much for this…”
Miltank sighed too, blushing deeply. “I don’t even like this, I swear.”
“Just open up,” Audino ordered.
With a resigned moan, Miltank opened her mouth wide, revealing her thick, glistening tongue. It lolled out lazily, slick with saliva and warm as a pillow left in the sun.
“Ughhh…” Chikorita groaned, stepping up. “Why is it squishy?”
“Just do it quickly!” Miltank muttered.
Chikorita climbed onto the giant tongue with an audible squelch and braced herself. Her vines began slithering forward into the throat.
Totodile’s voice came muffled from deep within: “Wait. Is that... Chikorita? Are you crawling through cow spit to get me?”
“Yes, and it’s disgusting, so hurry up and grab on!” she barked.
Inside the stomach, Totodile spotted the green vines squirming their way through the esophagus and lunged forward.
“I got it!” he grunted, wrapping his claws around the vines.
Chikorita strained. “I feel him! Pulling!”
Audino held her breath. “It’s working! It’s actually working!”
Miltank gagged slightly, but stayed still. “I think he’s coming—!”
And then—
Wobbuffet, trying to climb out of the bush he’d fallen into earlier, tripped on a root and came rocketing forward.
“WOBBUUUUU—THUNK!”
He slammed into Miltank’s side.
“GLURRK!” Miltank gasped, her mouth snapping shut instinctively.
Her head tipped back.
And with a reflexive swallow—
GULP.
Everything stopped.
Chikorita was gone. The vines vanished with a wet squish.
Miltank’s eyes widened in horror as a double bulge slid slowly down her throat.
Inside, Totodile coughed. “Wait—was that—CHIKORITA?!”
“WHY AM I IN HERE TOO?!” Chikorita screamed.
Back in the clearing, Audino stood frozen, eye twitching.
Wobbuffet peeked up from the ground, blinking innocently. “...Wobbu?”
Miltank sat there in stunned silence, her belly now twice as active, twice as noisy, and suddenly twice as full.
She placed both hooves over it slowly. “...I am never ever going to live this down.”
Miltank sat completely still, hooves pressed to her belly, eyes wide like she’d just seen a ghost—or, more accurately, just swallowed one. Again.
Two faint bulges squirmed beneath her fur, shifting around uncomfortably. Her cheeks flushed pink as a deep gurgle echoed from within.
“I… I just…” she whispered, horrified. “I swallowed Chikorita. I swallowed her too…”
She looked down at her now very full stomach like it had betrayed her. “What are you doing to me?”
From deep inside, Chikorita’s muffled voice rose:
“EW. EW. EWWWW. I’M INSIDE YOU. THIS IS THE WORST.”
Totodile chimed in sharply. “Welcome to the party. Hope you like humidity and poor lighting!”
“I smell hay and tongue!!” Chikorita shrieked.
“I’ve been swimming in it for the last half hour,” Totodile snapped. “Now do you see why I’m losing my mind in here?”
“Why is everything squishy?!” she cried.
“Because it’s a stomach, Chikorita!”
Outside, Audino was pacing frantically in the grass, flipping through her field guide and muttering to herself.
“No. No. No. This one only works on Gulpin. This one’s illegal in three regions. This one requires a trampoline and a Machamp…”
She spun around to face Miltank, who was still sitting like a statue, clutching her now extra-wiggly belly with trembling hooves.
“Okay,” Audino said slowly, forcing calm. “No need to panic. Two Pokémon inside a big cow is… fine. This is fine. Totally fine.”
“It is NOT fine!” came Chikorita’s cry from within. “I’m touching things I should not be touching!”
Miltank whimpered. “I-I don’t like this! I didn’t mean to—! They just keep sliding in! It’s like my throat has a mind of its own!”
“Then tell it to STOP THINKING!” Totodile shouted.
Wobbuffet, still upside-down in a bush, raised a leafy twig like a white flag.
“Wobbuffet…?”
Audino massaged her forehead. “Okay. Deep breath. They’re safe. Slightly traumatized, but safe. Now we need a guaranteed way to get them out without triggering another swallow reflex or losing a third rescuer.”
Miltank’s stomach grumbled again, and she winced. “Please… hurry…”
Audino narrowed her eyes. “I have one more idea.”
Wobbuffet saluted in the background, despite having no idea what was going on.
Inside, Totodile rolled his eyes. “If this ‘last idea’ involves anything slimy, soft, or remotely moo-related, I swear I’m evolving out of spite.”
Audino planted her feet and raised one paw with determination.
“Alright, everyone. I’ve devised a new, carefully calculated plan based on years of medical experience, anatomy research, and dealing with chaotic Pokémon situations like this one.”
Miltank, still looking like she wanted to sink into the earth, blinked. “Is it going to involve me… again?”
“Yes,” Audino said flatly. “Because they’re inside you.”
From within, Totodile muttered, “Great. She’s got the ‘mad scientist’ tone now. Can’t wait to see what this genius plan is.”
Audino held up a jar filled with sparkling blue powder. “It’s called Fizzy Powder. Made for stomach relief. It causes rapid foaming and bubble expansion in the digestive tract—”
Miltank gasped. “Do you want me to turn into a soda can?!”
Chikorita groaned from within. “I hate everything about this plan already.”
Audino continued, undeterred. “If all goes as expected, the bubbly pressure will lift the two of you right back up the esophagus like a carbonated elevator.”
“That sounds…” Miltank squinted. “Awful.”
“Effective,” Audino corrected. “Wobbuffet, mix the powder into some berry juice.”
“WOBBUFFET!” he barked, proudly shaking up a bottle like a bartender on a mission.
Moments later, Miltank held the fizzing drink, eyeing it with a very sick expression.
“This looks like it wants to hurt me.”
“It does,” Audino said. “But it’s also your last shot before I start recruiting flying-types to carry you upside-down for a week.”
Miltank sighed, tipped the bottle, and drank.
For a moment, nothing happened.
Then her eyes bulged.
GURGLE-GLOOP-BWOOOOORRRRGG
Her entire belly swelled slightly, bubbling like a hot spring. A ripple rolled through her sides. Her mouth opened involuntarily—
Totodile felt it first. “Hold up—wait—ARE WE MOVING?!”
Chikorita yelped. “OH NO NO NO I FEEL FLOATY I DON’T LIKE IT!”
The pressure pushed them up, stomach walls rippling—
Audino leaned in, tense. “Now! Hold that mouth open!”
Miltank did her best—eyes watering, cheeks puffed, mouth wide like she was about to scream—
A faint blue snout peeked out of her throat—
“JUST A LITTLE MORE—!” Chikorita shouted from behind Totodile.
And then—
HIC!
Miltank hiccupped.
GULP.
Totodile and Chikorita were yanked back in with force like the world’s saddest roller coaster drop.
Miltank gasped, slapped her cheeks, and wailed, “WHY IS THIS STILL HAPPENING TO ME?!”
Audino stared, mouth open.
Wobbuffet blinked, then slowly took off his imaginary chef’s hat and threw it into a tree.
Inside, Totodile let out the slowest, most tired sigh in the world.
“Next person who says ‘it’ll work this time’ is getting Water Gunned in the soul.”
Chikorita groaned. “This better not be permanent. If I have to live in here, I’m redecorating.”
Outside, Miltank flopped over again, hugging her noisy, bloated belly.
“Can someone please get me a therapist… and a straw?”
Audino was packing up her things.
“I’ve tried everything, and nothing’s worked,” she said, scribbling frustrated notes into a little pink notepad labeled “Unusual Swallowing Cases – Field Notes Vol. 2.” She snapped it shut and sighed.
“I need better equipment. I’ll return with ideas. And possibly a therapist for everyone involved.”
Wobbuffet gave a low, solemn salute. “Wobbu…”
Audino turned to Miltank. “Just sit still. No sudden movements. No snacks. And definitely no third helpings.”
“I didn’t try to eat them!” Miltank whined, hooves clutched over her belly like she was guarding something precious. “They keep slipping!”
From inside:
“We’re not bananas, lady!” Totodile snapped.
“Speak for yourself,” Chikorita muttered, “I feel like a bruised one.”
Audino gave Miltank a tight nod, then turned and marched off into the woods with Wobbuffet wobbling after her.
Silence returned.
Miltank sat frozen in place under the afternoon sun, eyes wide, tail twitching nervously. Her belly gave another groan, louder this time—blorp-glorp—followed by a flutter of motion just beneath the surface.
Inside, Totodile shifted, trying to sit. His elbow squelched against the spongy stomach wall. He groaned.
“Well, that’s it. I’ve touched everything in here twice. I officially hate it.”
Chikorita was hanging awkwardly by a vine looped around something questionably anatomical. “We’re not meant to be in here, you know. I mean, who designs an ecosystem this cramped?!”
“I can’t even turn around without elbowing you,” Totodile muttered.
“You elbowed me three times,” Chikorita said flatly.
“Because it’s a digestive prison!”
Then, the walls suddenly tightened.
Both of them yelped as the stomach contracted sharply—SCHLRRKKKK—squeezing around them like a wet balloon.
Chikorita gasped. “Wha-what’s it doing now?!”
Totodile clawed at the squishy walls. “Why is it shrinking?! Did someone press a flush button?!”
With a loud, slurping gurgle, the chamber below opened up—like a trapdoor of meat and goo.
Then—
SLUUURRRRRP
Both Pokémon were dragged down in a spiraling gulp, sucked into a second chamber deeper below.
Totodile screamed. “WE’RE BEING UPGRADED TO PREMIUM DISGUST!!”
THUMP.
They landed in a new space—narrower, hotter, and even slimier.
Chikorita didn’t even scream this time. She just groaned into the wall. “This is my life now. I’m stew. We’re stew.”
Totodile wiped goo from his face. “This isn’t a stomach. This is a bad hotel room made of meat.”
Back outside, Miltank blinked, feeling the shift. Her hooves pressed to her middle, now a little lower, rounder, heavier.
“...Oh no,” she whispered. “Did they just… go deeper?”
She looked around the empty field in a panic. “Audino?! Wobbuffet?! Can you turn around?! I think it’s worse now!!”
But the wind only blew gently through the grass.
And her belly gave a happy gurgle, as if unaware of the utter chaos inside it.
Miltank sat there in the clearing, staring at her now noticeably heavier belly. Her eyes were wide, hooves still resting on her middle… but then, without meaning to, she let out a soft, low purr.
Her hooves began to rub slowly, gently. Then a few absent-minded pats followed—pat pat pat—as her body responded with a content gllllorp.
“No, no, no,” she muttered, shaking her head. “Don’t enjoy this. Don’t enjoy this.”
But her belly gave a warm blorrrble, almost like it was sighing.
Inside, Totodile paused. “Wait… was that a purr?!”
“...She’s rubbing us,” Chikorita said in a horrified whisper. “She’s patting us like we’re part of a meal plan!”
Totodile banged a fist against the squishy wall. “HEY! We’re still people!”
Miltank blinked, hearing them faintly.
“I-I’m not doing it on purpose! It’s just—ugh—it’s a reflex! I feel full and cozy and—and that’s bad! That’s really bad!”
Chikorita’s voice rang out, muffled and sharp. “Then STOP ENJOYING IT!!”
Miltank clutched her belly tighter, panicking. “Y-you guys need to get out. Like right now. You’re in my second stomach.”
“Wait,” Totodile said, suddenly still. “...Second?”
“Yes!” Miltank cried. “I have four! Like a normal Miltank! First is storage, second is softening, third is breakdown—”
“DON’T TELL ME WHAT FOUR IS!” Chikorita shouted.
Totodile paled. “Let me guess. If we reach the fourth...?”
“Game. Over.” Miltank gulped. “That’s the one that... you know. Absorbs things.”
The two Pokémon inside went completely still.
Then—
“NOPE!!” Totodile yelled, and immediately began thrashing against the slimy walls. “NOPE NOPE NOPE!”
Chikorita was already whipping her vines, slipping and squirming. “WE’RE NOT DIGESTING TODAY!”
The stomach responded to their struggling by tightening instinctively, slick walls rippling and squeezing.
Totodile slid across the floor. “It’s getting tighter—like, hug-you-into-a-jellybean tight!”
Chikorita shouted, “Don’t let it pull you down! Aim up! Find something to grab!”
They clawed and slipped, shoved and kicked, but the soft, sticky walls gave no handholds—only warmth, pressure, and another ominous glorp below.
Outside, Miltank was pacing in frantic circles.
“This is bad. This is so bad. I’m gonna be arrested. Or banned from Poké Centers. Or turned into a cautionary tale for kindergarten Pokémon.”
She hugged her belly. “Guys?! Are you still there?!”
Inside came Totodile’s shout: “WE’RE STILL HERE AND VERY SLIPPERY!”
Chikorita added, “If you’ve got ANY bright ideas, now’s the time, Milk-tank!”
Miltank winced. “I-I’m trying to think! I don’t even like this feeling! My body’s just… being a cow!”
Another deep gurgle rumbled from below.
Totodile kicked. “We are not making it to stomach three!”
Chikorita flailed. “Not unless you plan on growing a second Chikorita!”
Miltank looked around the clearing, desperate. “Audino, please hurry back…”
But the trees were silent.
And inside her belly, time—and stomach space—were running out.
Miltank froze, both hooves pressed to her now highly active, squirming belly. Her eyes widened in horror.
“No, no, no—oh mooooo no—”
She could feel it. That telltale squelching slide deeper down, the kind her kind only got after particularly big meals.
Totodile and Chikorita were moving again.
Not up.
Down.
Inside, it wasn’t subtle.
The walls around them were rippling with strong, rhythmic contractions. Slippery ridges massaged them downward, no matter how much they kicked and screamed.
Totodile scrambled, slipping through another tight passage. “I’m getting pulled! We’re getting upgraded to nightmare mode!!”
“Third stomach!!” Chikorita yelled. “We’re in the third! This one’s the breakdown phase!!”
“I’M NOT GETTING BROKEN DOWN, I’M NOT EVEN HOUSEBROKEN!”
Back outside, Miltank gasped. “They’re almost in the third! I can feel it—there’s less squirming and more... sinking!”
She looked around, desperate. “Where is she?!”
And then—
fwip-fwip-fwip-fwip-fwip
A bush exploded, and Audino came charging in with Wobbuffet bouncing behind her. She had on rubber gloves, goggles, and a full medical pack strapped to her back like a commando nurse.
“I’M BACK!” she shouted triumphantly. “I brought tubing! Antiacid mist! A portable hose! An emergency winch!”
Miltank whipped around. “AUDINO THEY’RE IN THE THIRD!!”
Audino froze mid-stride. “...I’m sorry. The third?”
“Yes!” Miltank wailed. “They slipped again! I didn’t do anything! My body just keeps—upgrading them!!”
Audino’s ears twitched. She dropped her bag. “Third stomach? Oh no. No no no—that’s pre-digestion phase! We’ve only got—” she looked at her watch, “—minutes before the real breakdown begins!”
Inside, Totodile was clinging to Chikorita, both of them sloshing in what now felt like the bottom of a thick smoothie blender.
“It’s getting warmer!” Chikorita cried.
“It’s getting bubblier!” Totodile snapped. “I think it just burped in reverse!!”
Miltank collapsed onto her knees. “I didn’t mean to! I like them! I just—I can’t stop it!”
Audino snapped on a headlamp and strapped a suction device to her wrist. “Okay, forget subtle. This is now a level four cow-mergency. Hold her still, Wobbuffet!”
“WOBBUFFET!” he cried heroically, running full speed at Miltank and hugging her side like a velcro wall.
Miltank yelped. “No more sudden movements!”
Audino reached into her bag, pulling out a clear, flexible extraction tube.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she muttered. “Third stomach… Honestly. I leave for five minutes.”
She looked at Miltank. “Alright. Open wide. This is gonna feel very weird.”
Miltank blinked. “...Weirder than this?!”
Totodile, meanwhile, was not optimistic.
“If this next plan involves another drink or someone playing the cow flute, I’m done. Let me be compost.”
Chikorita clung to a stomach fold like her life depended on it. “Can you hurry up with the rescue?! I’m one burp away from becoming a chlorophyll bubble!”
Audino lowered the tube toward Miltank’s mouth, narrowed her eyes, and muttered:
“Time to tube two Pokémon out of a third stomach. This was not in the nursing manual.”
Inside the third stomach, Totodile and Chikorita were flailing like two Pokémon in a slip-and-slide nightmare.
“It’s hotter down here!” Totodile gasped, elbow-deep in stomach goo. “And thicker! It’s like soup, but alive!”
Chikorita was upside-down, again. “Stop describing it! I’m already halfway emotionally scarred!”
Outside, Audino was not having a good time either.
The hose had backfired. The suction device jammed. Miltank gagged three times, hiccuped once, and nearly swallowed Wobbuffet's tail by accident.
Audino finally threw down the hose and pulled out a small, sealed case from her bag. Her paws shook slightly.
“This is it,” she muttered grimly.
Miltank blinked. “That doesn’t sound like a happy solution voice.”
Audino opened the case. Inside were two golden, glowing seeds: Reviver Seeds.
“These will bring them back. No matter what happens. But...” She looked at Miltank, serious now. “They only work after... digestion.”
Miltank’s face turned a shade of white that should not have been possible on a pink Pokémon. “You want me to—what?”
“You’d have to fully digest them. The Reviver Seeds will kick in after. They’ll come back, safe and whole. I promise.”
Totodile’s muffled voice screamed from below. “I CAN HEAR YOU!!”
Chikorita’s voice followed in horror. “ABSOLUTELY NOT!! THAT’S NOT A PLAN, THAT’S A CRIME!!”
Miltank clutched her belly as the internal struggle intensified. Her gut squirmed violently, bulges moving and kicking with renewed panic.
“They’re freaking out!” she wailed. “They’re trying to climb back up!! I think Totodile’s biting something again!!”
“STOP CHEWING MY STOMACH WALL!!” she cried, patting her belly.
Audino pressed the seeds into her hoof. “This is the last option. It’s not ideal, but they’ll survive. This is what Reviver Seeds are for.”
Inside, Chikorita whipped her vines like grappling hooks. “I am not letting this cow make beef stew out of me!”
Totodile growled, slipping and sliding as the stomach kept squelching. “I’m a reptile, not breakfast!!”
Miltank whimpered. “They’re fighting me! I can’t even swallow the seeds if they’re thrashing like this!”
She sat back, trembling, holding her belly with both hooves. Every movement inside was sharp, frantic, panicked. Her body wanted to finish what it started, but her mind wanted anything else.
“I don’t want to digest them,” she whispered. “I don’t want to be the Pokémon that has to bring them back.”
Audino gently put a paw on her shoulder. “You don’t have to want it. You just have to save them.”
Inside, the duo were now trying everything — biting, kicking, bracing against folds, yelling incoherent insults at the digestive walls.
“WHY IS EVERYTHING SO WET!” Totodile roared.
“WHY ARE YOU SHOUTING!” Chikorita screamed back.
Suddenly—
GLORRRPPPP
The stomach walls contracted again. Tight. Purposeful.
The pressure rose.
The time was running out.
Miltank squeezed her eyes shut, seeds in hoof.
“I’m so sorry...”
The golden Reviver Seeds glinted faintly in Miltank’s trembling hooves.
“Are… are you sure this is going to work?” she whispered, her voice cracking.
Audino stood firm. “They’ll come back. It’s what Reviver Seeds do. But they have to be… processed. Fully.”
Miltank stared at the seeds like they were poison. But the frantic bulges in her belly were slowing now. The third stomach was tightening, sloshing more heavily than before. The moment had come.
With a final shaky breath, Miltank closed her eyes—and swallowed.
GULP.
The seeds slid down.
And like clockwork… the final shift began.
Inside her body, there was one last wet schlorp, and then—
SLUUUUURRP—GLRRRRP!
The duo was pulled downward into the fourth stomach.
There were no more screams now.
No more kicking, no more squirming.
Only deep, churning groans and gurgles as the final chamber began its grim work. The weight in Miltank’s middle shifted, lower and fuller, as her body accepted the two as “meals.”
She could still feel them.
Every slow squeeze of her inner muscles, every rhythmic contraction. She was aware of them—too aware. Not as food, but as friends trapped in something they were never meant to go through.
And now… she could do nothing.
“They’re… they’re in the last one,” she murmured, laying back against a tree. Her hooves rested on her now sluggish, sloshing belly, eyes glassy. “I… I still feel them. But not like before. Just…”
She swallowed hard. “Just pressure.”
Audino sat beside her, calm but tired.
“You did what you had to,” she said softly.
“But it’s me,” Miltank whispered. “I’m the one… I’m the place this is happening in. I never wanted this. I liked them. They were just going for a walk…”
“I know,” Audino said. “But you also gave them a second chance.”
Miltank looked down at her slowly churning gut, which gurgled in reply—deep and low, like distant thunder underwater.
“How long?” she asked.
Audino shook her head. “No one really knows. Could be minutes. Could be hours. The seeds work when the body’s ready. It’s nature’s call now.”
Miltank looked haunted. “So I just… sit here. And let my stomach... finish.”
There was silence. Just wind through the trees.
And the slow, thick glorrrrp of her belly.
She curled around it, wrapping her tail gently across the roundness, hooves resting as if she could comfort it. Or herself.
“I’ll wait,” she whispered. “Even if it takes all day… I’ll wait.”
And inside, the last of the bubbles rose, then stilled.
Audino and Wobbuffet finally packed up their gear, giving Miltank a hopeful but firm look.
“You just wait here,” Audino said kindly. “We’ll figure this out and come back as soon as we can.”
Miltank nodded, watching them disappear down the path. The woods were quiet again—just the soft rustle of leaves and the faint, rhythmic glorp from deep inside her belly.
She lowered herself onto the soft grass, hooves gently resting on her swollen middle.
And then, despite everything, a low purr rumbled through her throat.
Her hoof slid over her belly in slow circles, a mix of guilt and unexpected comfort washing over her.
“I never thought... I’d actually enjoy this part,” she murmured, voice soft and hesitant.
Her eyes closed briefly, savoring the strange warmth and motion.
But the guilt was never far behind.
“Not forever, of course,” she reminded herself. “They’ll come back… thanks to those seeds.”
A faint smile tugged at her lips.
She sighed, half to herself.
“Despite the situation… you were very tasty.”
Her tail flicked nervously.
“Hope you’re not too fattening—I want to keep a good figure.”
Her purr grew a little louder, more relaxed now.
“Despite all this… it kind of feels relaxing.”
She rubbed her belly again, the soft squelches and gentle contractions continuing beneath her hooves.
A complicated mix of warmth, worry, and weird satisfaction.
Miltank exhaled deeply, settling in to wait.
Miltank lay back on the soft grass, still gently rubbing her belly as the soothing glorrrp echoed from within. The strange warmth was oddly comforting, and despite the situation, she couldn’t help but relax a little.
Just then, a soft, unexpected burp escaped her lips.
“Oh!” she gasped, cheeks instantly flushing a deep pink.
From her mouth, slick and dripping with saliva, popped out two small, shiny objects—Totodile and Chikorita’s rescuer badges.
Miltank blinked, staring at them in surprise, then burst into a nervous, breathy laugh.
“Well... that’s not exactly how I planned to return those,” she muttered, setting the badges gently on the grass beside her.
Her tail flicked shyly as she wiped her mouth with a hoof.
“Guess you two really left your mark.”
The blush lingered, but she smiled softly, the warmth of the moment easing some of her worry.
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