Whiskers sighed in annoyance. How could Vivian be so cruel to do this to her? It was just mean to make her hunt for her own food instead of just feeding it to her. She had begged Vivian to feed her, but the human had been insistent: she said if she didn't ever hunt for herself she would lose her hunting skill and become too fat to move. Hmpf, as if. So maybe her belly dragged over the ground at all times, but she was just following the same healthy diet of eating any food in her vicinity that she always had. She had put on her cutest face to make Vivian feed her, but she had said “don't look at me like that, you know you like hunting anyway.”
But Whiskers didn't: she hated hunting. She loved catching food and eating it. But hunting always had the annoying part where you had to walk a lot before that. And that was the part she was at now: dragging her belly over the ground in annoyance as she looked for food.
She passed through some shrubbery, and suddenly she saw the most lovely sight in the world: a lot of easily-catchable food. Or, as most humans would call it, a small hamlet. Whiskers saw humans and pokemon walk through the hamlet's single street with eyes gleaming and tummy rumbling. All that food... she thought.
She ran into the hamlet, deciding it was feeding time. Of course, Whiskers saw any time of the day as feeding time, but that's beside the point. She walked between the houses, looking at the humans and pokemon and wondering which one she would eat first. She saw a little girl playing on her own looking lonely, and the little girl saw her too. Whiskers put on her cutest face and watched the girl approach.
“Hello, miss bunny... Are you alone too?” the little girl asked.
Whiskers had to fight the urge to send the girl down to her stomach for just a few minutes. She nodded, restraining herself.
“I-I'm alone too... Maybe we can be alone together?”
Whiskers nodded again, licking her lips.
“Great! Let's go ask Mummy and Daddy if I can keep you!” the little girl began running. Whiskers' every instinct told her to pounce the human and nom her, but she managed to control herself for a bit longer and followed her to a house. The girl opened the door and said “Mummy, I'm home and I found a pokemon! Can I keep it?”
A heavily-built, chubby woman appeared in the hallway. Whiskers drooled at the sight of this nom. “A Nidorina? Sorry, Esk, but we don't need one on the farm.”
“But Mummy, I don't want to keep her for the farm, but for myself. Look at her, she's so cute and how else is she going to find food?” Whiskers put on her cutest face to help.
“Uh... Well... You'll have to take good care of it, and only if your father agrees when he comes home.”
“Yay!” the little girl cheered. “C'mon, miss bunny, I'll show you my room!”
Whiskers followed her upstairs to a mostly pink room. She began introducing Whiskers to a lot of really small, pink-dressed humans. None of them said anything or even moved, but Whiskers was too excited about being in a room full of bite-sized food to care. Whiskers approached the girl from behind as she continued showing her more little humans. She opened her mouth to eat the girl's head, when she suddenly turned around and looked into Whiskers' throat. “Oh, are you hungry? I'll feed you.”
“Yes, you will,” said Whiskers as she pounced the girl and landed on top of her.
“Oh, do you want a hug?” the girl asked.
Whiskers opened her jaws wide around the girl's head and shoved her in before she could even respond. The girl soon reached Whiskers' ravenous stomach, expanding it even further than it naturally did.
“It's really soft in here!” the girl cheerfully said from inside. “You must be the best pet ever, 'cause I can also hide in your tummy like this!”
Whiskers ignored the prey's strange talk and enjoyed the feeling of her full tummy and the human moving around inside it. She didn't seem to realise the gravity of her situation, but that was no concern to Whiskers. Food's feelings didn't really matter, just that it was tasty and filled your belly.
“Uh, miss bunny?” a muffled voice came out of her tummy, “I think I'd like to be let out now. The water here feels weird and makes me itchy.”
Whiskers chuckled and patted her belly.
“Please? Miss bunny, I don't want to stay in your belly... Let me out! Lemme out! I'll scream and scratch! MUMMY!!! EEEEEEEEE!!!” The prey struggled and screamed in her tummy, giving Whiskers the most delightful tickling from inside. Whiskers noticed the tiny people in the room hadn't moved a muscle. Humans often did that when she began eating one of them. She was a bit curious why they did that, but didn't really care, as it just meant they were easy prey. She picked one of the bite-sized humans up and swallowed her straight down.
She began coughing as the fake human got stuck in her throat, the hard plastic refusing to yield to her oesophagus' muscles. With a loud cough, the fake human was thrown out of her mouth, covered in saliva. Whiskers angrily kicked the doll, and the head came off. She hated dolls; Vivian had some pokemon dolls that looked really tasty but got stuck in your throat too when you ate them. Vivian didn't allow her to eat the dolls, of course, but that hadn't stopped Whiskers from trying to eat them while she was away several times. She angrily destroyed a couple of the dolls, as Vivian had never let her destroy her dolls as revenge for how they got stuck in her throat. Why did those pesky humans make the stupid things anyway? They were not tasty at all, and Whiskers couldn't think of other reasons for tiny humans and pokemon to be made.
The noise she was making as she destroyed the pesky dolls attracted the big female human to the room. “Esk?!” she called, “what're you doing up there?”
She entered the door and saw Whiskers between the destroyed dolls. “Eskatarina Streetmentioner, I am very disappointed. You let that pokemon make a right mess after just half an hour, is this the thanks I get for allowing it in? And you fed it far too much too, look at its belly! Sorry, young lady, but you're clearly not old enough for a pet yet. It goes out right now.” Only then did the woman notice Esk wasn't there. “Where'd she go anyway? Well, it doesn't matter, I can't have some wild pokemon in my house destroying stuff.”
She reached out with a huge arm to grab Whiskers' neck ruff. Whiskers realised the main course was served and opened her mouth up wide, letting the big arm enter her mouth. “What in- So, you're a biter, eh?”
The woman grabbed Whiskers by the throat and struggled to get her arm out, and Whiskers realised the hand was beginning to slip out of her oesophagus and she couldn't breathe. But then the little girl in her tummy screamed and struggled:
“EEEEEE, Mummy! Help, help, it ate me and now it hurts in here!”
“E-Esk?” The human's eyes grew in astonishment as she heard her daughter's screams coming from Whiskers' belly and saw it struggle around. “You ate my daughter! I'm gonna- huh?”
While the human was distracted, Whiskers had nommed her other arm too and shoved both arms deep into her oesophagus. The powerful peristaltic movements now inevitably pulled the woman to her gurgly doom. “Urgh!” She said as she struggled futilely, “you stupid beast, we're not food!”
Whiskers realised the poor human apparently didn't know how the world worked. Whiskers divided the world into two groups: friends and food. Everyone was in one of the groups, no-one was in both or neither. Friends had fun with her and food went into her tummy. All Nidos started out as friends, and all other creatures started out as food, but if they managed not to go into her tummy for long enough to make friends with her they could become friends instead. These humans weren't friends, so they had to be food. Why did the human claim she wasn't food when she logically had to be?
While Whiskers was pondering this, the human had arrived in her tummy, making it grow huge and bulgy, like a big, struggling bag of fur under her. She lay down on her back and prepared to enjoy digestion when she heard the door downstairs open and a gruff voice say “Honey, I'm home!”
She licked her lips, thinking she was really going to enjoy it here.
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Mozilla followed Whiskers' scent with worry. She knew there was little reason to worry, as it was highly unlikely she had run into something more dangerous than herself, but still, it had been three days now. So Vivian had decided they should go look for the chubby Nidorina, and now they were following her trail through the forest.
They passed through some shrubbery and saw a small hamlet. Only the voices and sounds you'd expect to come from a small hamlet weren't there. Instead there was an ominous rumbling and gurgling sound emanating from between the houses. Mozilla started laughing as she figured out what happened and didn't bother following the scent trail any more. Instead she just followed the gurgles.
Though she had expected it, it still struck her in awe: Whiskers was lying in the middle of the street, asleep and with the second-most gigantic tummy Mozilla had ever seen her with. It was as large as the houses themselves; a gigantic furry white sphere like a hot-air balloon blocking the entire street. It was no wonder her gurgles could be heard even from outside the hamlet. Vivian turned around the corner too and fainted with a smile on her face the moment she saw Whiskers.
“Wow,” Mozilla said to the sleeping Whiskers. “How many did you eat?”
Whiskers woke up with a blissfully happy expression on her face. “Oh, hi Mozilla... Dunno... So much food... Humans... Pokemon... All went into my belly... Couldn't stop eating them... So full...”
Mozilla chuckled. “Well, we were getting quite worried about you, but you were just filling that cave you call your stomach!” she poked Whiskers' gigantic belly, and to her shock Whiskers screamed in pain. “Are you alright?! Sorry, I didn't want to hurt you...”
Whiskers looked happy again. “'S alright... Just be very careful... My belly is really sensitive now...”
“I can imagine,” Mozilla laughed. “Couldn't you have saved some noms for us?”
“Sorry,” Whiskers grinned apologetically, “tried to save some for you, but... Just couldn't stop eating them... There was food everywhere, Moz, it had to go into my belly... They ran around, and they smelt so good... And they felt so wonderful in my tummy...”
At that point, Vivian woke up again. She slowly stepped towards Whiskers, her eyes and mouth wide-open and her arms stretched out. She bore a bit of resemblance to a zombie seeing a brain the size of a planet in front of it, really. Whiskers looked worried as Vivian approached her with her arms stretched out like that, and she squinted in expected pain when the human put her hands on her huge tummy, but Vivian touched it very lightly. She began rubbing it, and Whiskers moaned in ecstatic delight.
“W-wow.” Vivan managed to say as she rubbed the soft white belly. “Wow. Wh-whiskers. Your belly is... The most awesome belly I've ever seen! Oh, I'm going to rub it for days and days and days until it all gurgles down to pudge!”
As Vivian continued rubbing Whiskers' tummy, Mozilla decided to do the same. Her friend's furry flesh was soft, but she could clearly feel the pressure it was under from all the digesting preys. Takkuri, Scruffs, and Maya soon began rubbing different parts of the belly too, though Ripper was nowhere to be seen. Knowing him, he could be anywhere in the hamlet doing really creepy things right now. But after a while, he walked into the street holding a sign. Mozilla cautiously kept an eye on him as he approached Whiskers with the sign. Then he planted it into the ground just before Whiskers's stomach. It was the hamlet's name-sign; Ripper had crossed the village's name out and now it said:
WHISKERS
POPULATION: 34 HUMANS, 47 POKeMON
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My half of an art/story trade with  SuperKoopaTroopa