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“Cooper dear, we’re going out for a bit!” his mother called from the door.
“Okay, mom!” came the distant shout in reply.
“Indeedee, you’ll look after him, won’t you?”
“Indeedee!” replied their elected babysitter with an emphatic nod and not a hint of concern- at least, none that she showed.
The mother smiled down at her Pokémon as she gathered the last of her things along with her husband and headed out into the world, leaving the plump, purple caretaker alone and in charge… and fully responsible.
“…Indeedee,” the Pokémon repeated to herself determinedly. She could do it. Of course she could do it. Her kind were natural-born babysitters almost from the day they hatched. She was sure she’d be able to keep track of little Cooper- this time. Yes, this time, she would make sure that-
*crash*
Wh- Hu- How!? His mother had only been gone for ten seconds! How could he have broken something already!? She quickly turned and scrambled along on her two stubby legs toward the sound and found herself entering the kitchen.
“Dee!?” Cooper was nowhere to be seen, but his handiwork sure was. In front of the counter was an overturned chair, covered in salt from a spilled shaker, sitting below a conspicuously open cabinet which just so happened to be where the household kept its sweets.
“Dee…” the purple ‘Mon grumbled, rushing over to return the chair and clean the mess. Boy, that kid Cooper sure was a handful. She didn’t want to admit it, but it was hard enough just keeping her eyes on him sometimes, let alone keeping him out of trouble. She tidied up as quickly as she could, knowing full well that every second she spent meant another potential mess in the making.
As soon as she finished, she set off to scour her trainer’s large home in search of her charge. Luckily it didn’t take too long before her ears picked up on his latest activity. Following the muffled sound of voices, she noticed the door of the TV room left ajar with the characteristic flashing lights coming from inside.
What she found within was a sight that surely would have sent any mother into a fury. Cooper was sitting on the floor, covered and surrounded by crumbs, eagerly munching away on his stolen sweets, so close up to the screen that his nose was practically touching it.
“Indeedee!?” the Pokémon exclaimed, scrambling over to turn off the TV. He wasn’t supposed to be watching TV without permission! Especially not that close! He wasn’t supposed to be eating sweets either! Or making a mess on the floor!
“Hey! I was watching!” the boy whined, looking up with an angry pout at his babysitter.
“Indeedee!” she scolded.
“What’s the problem? They won’t even know!” he complained stubbornly.
“Indeedee! Indeedee!” she insisted, now also gesturing at the forbidden snacks and the many crumbs left behind. He stood up, brushing even more debris onto the ground. He knew his brief moment of animated entertainment was over- at least for now.
“So? I’ll just tell them you ate it,” he replied. She looked down at the boy disapprovingly- much less down now that he was standing, but even more disapproving.
“Indee-” As she tried to state her emphatic defense that she would never take treats without permission, the little boy quickly grabbed one and shoved it straight up into her open mouth, pushing right back against her throat.
*gulp*
“Hah, see? I won’t even be lying,” Cooper said smugly.
“I-Indee-” but before she could recover the boy had already started moving, zipping out around her toward the door in search of more mischief. “I- I- Indeedee!!” she cried in frustration. …*sigh* …*gurgle* Her belly rumbled around the incriminating snack; it had tasted shamefully sweet.
But she would not give up. She picked herself up again and turned to follow after her trainer’s son, still determined. She still could hardly believe a little boy could give her this much grief. One would think she’d have an easy time of it. After all, she was quite big for an Indeedee, and he was relatively small for a boy his age. But the little imp was just so quick.
Case in point, by the time she’d caught up to him, he’d already made it back to the kitchen and moved the chair back to the counter, where he was in the process of climbing up to get what she could only assume to be a second round of snacks.
“Dee!” she objected harshly, running over to him as he placed one foot on the countertop. He hurriedly grabbed onto the cabinets above and tried to pull himself up out of reach, but this time he wasn’t quite quick enough.
“Hey! Let go!” Cooper complained, feeling the grip on his lower body.
“Dee!” the Pokémon refused, tugging him toward her.
A struggle ensued as he wiggled and yanked in his attempts to break free, but Indeedee held firm indeed, holding him back as he perched precariously with one foot on the kitchen chair.
“Grr… Ugh… Hrm…”
“In… Dee… Dee…”
He fought harder against her grip, and she held on just as hard. She would not let her trainer down again!
“Let. Me. G-whoooa!”
“In. Dee. Deee-”
*shulp*! *crash*!
Indeedee blinked. The chair had fallen over, and Cooper with it. Naturally, she’d rushed to catch him, and she had caught him, but…
“Ughhh…” the boy groaned, shaking his head. He’d landed on something squishy, squishy and… wet? On reflex, he pulled his arm away from the unknown liquid it had landed in. Or at least he tried to, but his limb would not budge.
“Huh?” Cooper looked, but he couldn’t find his arm, because it abruptly stopped at- At Indeedee’s mouth! “H-hey! Let go!” He tugged again, hard, but hardly moved an inch. The fall had shoved his appendage deep into his babysitter’s gullet, and it gripped his skin like a vise.
He felt something slimy wiggle against his upper arm as her tongue moved. Their eyes finally met as they both fully realized what had happened.
“Let me go!” he demanded again, tugging in vain. But she just kept staring at him! What was wrong with her dumb Pokémon head? Had the fall given her a concussion? He pulled and pulled some more, hoping that would finally give the purple pest a clue. But she just stared on blankly, not even moving a muscle. Except for her tongue, that he could still feel sliding against him. “I said let-”
*grk*
His words stopped and his breath felt shallow for a moment, as he felt the slight tug in the opposite direction. All his struggling and he hadn’t managed to slip free at all, but with that one little swallow she’d- Wait, swallow?
“H-hey, what are you doing?” he asked, very accusatory.
*grk*
That one had been stronger, more definite, purposeful maybe. He jerked in her direction as her bottom jaw poked at his armpit.
“Hey! You can’t do that!” He pulled again, as hard as he possibly could, but he just could not get free. “No! Letmego letmego letme-”
*NOMF*
His tantrum was interrupted when a hand shoved at the back of his head, and his world was flooded by a flash of pink. Then his hearing became dull and crackly, like he was underwater, his vision became dark, and his face became very, very wet. And with his senses blotted out, his mind was left to process the very distinct image of his arm disappearing down the plump, purple Pokémon’s gullet, as he was pushed firmly in after it.
*lick* *lick* *slurp*
“Pfff!” he spat in vain. “No! Bad! You can’t do this! Let me out!” Cooper demanded. He flailed his arms and legs, trying to smack, kick and/or punch his way loose.
*GULP*
Slimy, squishy surfaces slid over his face. He felt himself pulled forward, pulled deeper. This- this couldn’t be happening! She couldn’t be doing this! She was an Indeedee, not a Cramorant! She was supposed to take care of him, not- not eat him!
*GULP*
*SLORP*
*GLURK*
But apparently, this Indeedee had other plans. Cooper felt his flailing arm pinned inside her cheeks, his legs kicking wildly in the air, harmlessly bouncing off the plump belly that he was quite quickly slipping into.
*GURGLE*
*GULP*
Cooper heard and felt the deep rumble all around him, just before he was crammed even deeper into the dark, slimy space. And as the Pokémon’s insides squelched and crackled in his ears, he felt his anger giving way to something else, just like the walls of her stomach were giving way to let him inside.
*GULP*
*ULP*-*ULP*
*grk*
Terror struck the ingested boy, as he felt his feet slip in over the edge of that wet tongue to join the rest of him, packed away inside the purple and white gut. Slimy surfaces shifted all around him, never silent, never still and never seen in the darkness.
*URRRP*
The belly shuttered and pressed in tighter around him.
Indeedee stared down at it, almost disbelieving at how large and active her gut was, wiggling around like a Poké Ball as Cooper struggled inside. She hadn’t 100%... meant to do this, exactly. She wasn’t quite sure if it had been her temper, or some instinct, or maybe some strange new Move she’d spontaneously learned, or maybe just the crumbs he’d been covered in- the sweet flavor still dancing across her tongue along with his own. But she had done it.
The extra-plump Pokémon slowly pushed herself up, slumping his weight into her legs. She tried to stand, but it took grabbing the counter so she could steady herself and apply some leverage.
“Hey! Let me out!” came the muffled cry from her middle.
Indeedee took a few breaths, taking in what she’d, well, taken in. …It didn’t feel… bad. She put a hand to her jiggling gut. …And now he couldn’t get into any more trouble, could he? No more mess making, no more stealing treats, or watching TV, or breaking any of her trainer’s rules!
“Let! Me! Out!” Three distinct bumps formed in her belly, in time with his voice as he pounded against her insides, but his protests did little besides trigger another rush of gurgles around him, followed by another-
*urp*
This was perfect! Cooper was all cooped up~!
“I SAID LET ME OUT!!”
“Dee.”
“…W-what!? What do you mean ‘no’!?”
“In. Deedee.”
“Y-you, you can’t- You can’t LEAVE me in here!”
“Indee…” she considered his claim for a moment, looking down at her belly. He didn’t seem to be going anywhere. “Indeedee,” she decided aloud.
“Nonono! Let me go!”
But she’d made up her mind, and she’d listened to enough of his tantrums over the years to easily tune him out as she took her first overburdened steps. She walked carefully, not wanting to injure herself or her captive. She put the kitchen chair back- again. And once more ascended the stairs, this time making her way to the family’s cozy sitting room. She found a nice, soft, cozy chair, and sat herself and her belly right down in it.
“Indeedee, deedee deedee, Indeedee,” she told her charge in a stern voice.
“Until mom and dad come home!? No way! Let me out now!!” He punched again.
*GURGLE*
*SQUELCH*
His entire surroundings rumbled and squeezed against him, triggering a jolt of fear. He… he would last that long… right? His struggling only seemed to make her belly more rumbly, more hungry maybe… He shrank back into the squishy gut, trying in vain to touch as little of it as possible.
Meanwhile, Indeedee watched, and felt, and watched some more, eyes riveted on her charge. This was perfect! She was doing exactly the job she was supposed to be doing! She was watching Cooper! She placed a caring hand on her bulge, grew a happy smile, and waited.
She passed the time swinging her stubby little legs- blocked from view behind her dome of a belly- and stroking said dome, accompanied by soothing little murmurs of her name whenever the little boy inside whimpered.
In passing, she wondered how exactly this idea had gotten into her head, and why she hadn’t been lucky enough to think of it sooner. She was sure her trainer wouldn’t be too happy about it, but like sly little Cooper had said, his mother would never even know, she’d make sure of that. Perhaps it was a bit extreme, but she took her responsibility extremely seriously, and this little boy was extremely tricky to look after.
…Not to mention, extremely tasty…
…
“Hello? We’re home!”
“Dee!?” The sudden call shook her out of her trance.
“Mom!? Dad!?” came the desperate, muffled shout from her gut.
Uh-oh, time had flown by a bit quicker than she’d thought. She pushed herself off the chair quickly, little legs pattering heavily across the floor as she carried her engorged self towards the nearby bathroom, locking herself in.
“Indee.” She psyched herself up, feeling around internally at the heavy weight sat in her middle. She pressed her hands against the bulge. “Dee… Dee… Indeedee!”
*wrech*
*splat*
Out came little Cooper, coughed up onto the tile floor with a spattering of stomach slime.
“Ugh…” the boy groaned, but life quickly returned to his face as light reached his blinking eyes.
“Indeedee,” the Pokémon commanded with a point of her stubby arm.
“You- you want me to shower? No way! I’m going right to my mom and-”
“Indeedee?” She looked down at him quite sternly, maybe even… threateningly?
“I- I- Fine, okay!” He scrambled away from her and toward the bathtub. Her usual, polite smile returned.
“Indeedee,” she thanked, then turned to leave the boy to his assigned task.
A small few minutes later and Cooper’s mother had made her way upstairs, in search of her son. But instead, she encountered her trusted Pokémon, walking down the hall with a set of her son’s clean pajamas toward the sound of running water.
“Oh, Indeedee, did you get him to take a shower? Nice job!”
“Indeedee,” the ‘Mon replied proudly, receiving a congratulatory head pat.
“What would we do without you?”
One week later…
“Cooper honey, we’re heading out! Be good! Indeedee will look after you!”
“What!?” came an unusually concerned cry from upstairs. The young boy leapt up and ran from his room, somewhat desperate to change his mother’s mind. “Wait, don’t leave me alone w-”
He stopped dead in the hallways and dead in his sentence when he came face to face with a certain plump, purple Pokémon. She shot him a disapproving, warning look. The annoying kind she always wore. Except this time he also heard her belly give a tiny rumble. She’d given him that warning a few times now; every time he’d been about to tell his mother about what had happened, she’d been there, watching.
“It’s okay, dear. You won’t be alone, Indeedee will play with you,” his mother called in response. “See you in a few hours.”
They heard the sound of the door opening, and then shutting, leaving boy and babysitter alone.
“…Indeedee?” came an innocent, casual question.
“I’m just gonna… play in my room,” Cooper replied.
“Deedee,” the Pokémon replied agreeably with a smile. That sounded perfect! No trouble, just good, wholesome fun and games in his own room. She watched him turn away quickly and quietly and head in that direction. No sticking his tongue out or making rude noises. She really was surprised how effective her ‘discipline’ from last week had been.
She turned herself and headed back downstairs, in search of anything around the house she could tidy up. Minutes ticked by, without any obnoxious or alarming sound. No hijinks or mischief. No trouble whatsoever. Indeedee put away a few dishes and straightened up a bookshelf, but her ears were always on alert, and with every additional minute, she became more and more proud, both of herself and of her charge.
In fact, this was such a marked improvement in behavior that she thought it deserved a reward! Maybe she’d offer Cooper one of those treats he liked so much. She was sure her trainer wouldn’t mind under these circumstances. So Indeedee made her way back down the hall toward the kitchen.
She almost missed seeing it, but it caught her eye just barely.
“Dee?” She took a few steps back, turning to look out the window. There was something hanging there, swaying lightly in the wind. A long length of something coming down from above, like it was dangling from the roof… or the next floor up… exactly where Cooper’s room was.
The rope wiggled excitedly, in a way that was distinctly un-wind-like.
“Dee!” Enraged and alarmed, she rushed toward the stairs, but realized on her way there that she’d probably be too late. What would she do if he’d already climbed down!? She’d never be able to catch up with him! So she redirected and ran for the door, opening the lock and running outside.
Rounding the side of the house, she arrived at the makeshift escape route to find no trace of her little escapee. Looking up, the rope definitely led up to his room. But where was he!? Had he already gotten out!?
“Dee!? Indeedee!?” she called, concerned.
*slam*
*click*
That was a very familiar sound. It was the sound of their front door closing, if a bit hard. And the lock… turning…
“…Dee.” She scrambled back over to the door as fast as her little legs could carry her, and she finally found Cooper. His smug face showed proud through a pane of glass, and he immediately stuck out his tongue upon seeing her.
“Haha!” he taunted. “You can’t do anything now!” He hopped around and stuck his rear in her face, smacking his behind and jeering loudly.
“Indeedee!” the babysitting Pokémon demanded.
“Have fun being stuck outside!” he replied, shooting her one more smug look before strutting off toward the stairs like he owned the place.
“Dee…” she grumbled angrily. Oh no, she could not let this behavior stand. Her trainer would be very unhappy to find her locked out of the house, not to mention whatever horrible mess would await them both once they got back inside. But she would not let that happen.
“…Dee…” she closed her eyes and began to focus. “Dee… Deeee… Indeedee!”
*click*
Through crafty use of her psychic-type abilities, she managed to twist the lock from the inside. The sound must have carried through the quiet house, because she saw Cooper freeze mid-stride on his way up the stairs.
“No! Nonononono-”
But it was too late. The door swung open, and a very unhappy Indeedee barged in with a very big frown indeed.
Cooper, who had leapt three or four steps down toward the entrance in a desperate attempt to rush over and re-lock it, now scrambled to turn around again and rush upwards, towards anywhere he could reach that was away from her. But in his panic, he stumbled and slipped and all around failed to find his footing.
“Indee!” the enraged Pokémon scolded, as she stormed toward him and grabbed him by the ankle. After a stunt like that, she wasn’t taking any more chances with her charge tonight. He needed a time out! Cooper looked back just in time to see her lips parting as she tugged his foot closer.
*gulp*
“No! W-wait! Not that!”
*gulp*
“Stop stop! I- I won’t do it again! I promise!” Empty lies, and they both knew it. Maybe he could lie through his own teeth, but not through hers.
*gulp*
*glrk*
*GULP*
The boy looked back in horror as he felt her lips sliding up his body in step, watching as his legs and then belly disappeared from view- except for the distinct bulge he made in her neck as she swallowed him down. With every attempt at a struggle, he could see the lumps move, and the sight only made him want to struggle more.
*shlrop*
*shlorp*
*gulp*
She grabbed each arm in turn and shoved the appendages down her gullet along with his torso.
*slurp*
*ulp*
*GULP*
She sucked his belly down her throat, packing the meatiest bits of him away, as her own belly began to grow and grow once again. And this time he could see it all from the outside, and he could hardly believe his wide eyes.
“You can’t do this to me!!”
*gulp*
“Nononono!! Let me-”
*gulp*
“Let me go!! Lemego lemego lemego leme-”
*gulp*
His incessant tantrum stopped when he felt her lower lip press up against his bottom jaw, and her tongue press against the underside of his neck. He couldn’t see it yet, but he could feel the confines of her maw wrapped around the back of his head, just out of his field of view.
*ulp*
A wet, slathering sound filled his ears as they were pulled into her cheeks, Shadowed, fleshy tones filled his periphery, framing the familiar house and threatening to steal him away from it.
*ulp*
He jerked deeper, firm muscle enwrapping nearly his entire face. His view of the outside shrank to a tiny oval, growing ever smaller as the Pokémon’s lips narrowed. He could see her tongue, slowly rising up in front of him, smothering his already squashed face to force the last of him down into her hot, wet, depths.
“Nooo-”
*gulp* … *sigh*
The Pokémon let out her breath as her mouth cleared, and she felt the lump of her charge sink down into her expanding, pudgy dome of a belly. She could hear him barking and whimpering in protest, and feel his attempts at resistance, but just as before, he seemed to be practically powerless against her inner workings.
“Dee,” she said firmly to her much-expanded middle. A punishment fit for his crime. He certainly wouldn’t be pulling any tricks like that again. Not that night, for sure.
*urp*!
*gurgle*
She politely put a hand to her mouth, which also hid away her little smile, though no one was around to see it anyway. It had to be said, this did feel pretty… pretty great. Indeedee had to admit that it felt quite good indeed, keeping Cooper cooped up like this. The squirms, the taste, the fullness, the power over her commonly chaotic charge, now all contained by her gut.
Hopefully, Cooper would learn his lesson and start behaving a little bit better, but if he didn’t… Indeedee could maybe see herself getting used to this…
Two more weeks later…
“Remember Cooper honey, we’re going to be away all weekend. But Indeedee will be here to take care of you, and you have our number if you need anything. We won’t be very far away.”
“Yes mom,” the boy replied. He wasn’t exactly… happy, about this. In fact he was more than a bit nervous. But he didn’t let any of it show. His mother smiled at him; proud at how well-behaved he’d been recently.
“Have fun, dear. See you again soon.”
Cooper’s parents departed, closing the door behind them, and the further they went, the more the air began to somehow shift. Reluctantly, he turned his gaze to the purple and white Pokémon standing next to him, the same way one might glance at the screen of a horror film. But there was nothing obviously scary about this sight. Just a smiling, happy Pokémon.
“Indeedee!” she cheered aloud, psyching herself up. A whole weekend! And she was in charge of the house! And the boy! This would be great! She would definitely do an absolutely amazing job and make her trainer proud! She turned to her charge and with that same, eager smile, gave her first instruction. “Deedee.”
“Homework on Saturday morning?” he asked. He didn’t sound happy. In fact he almost sounded like he was complaining. But a moment later he followed up with a conceding “Okay.” And off he walked slowly towards his room.
Indeedee watched him go with a cheerful grin on her face before turning away. Personally, she planned to clean the entire house for her trainer while the mother was away. …That was, assuming she didn’t end up over encumbered by her responsibility of looking after little Cooper.
She started her work in the kitchen, cleaning up some remnants of the family’s breakfast. But by the time she’d finished with the dishes and the table, she decided she’d better check on her little one. So up the stairs she went, and into the boy’s room.
Cooper glanced over nervously as he heard the door open. He held up the book he was reading to show. Indeedee saw, glanced over the rest of the room, and then gave an approving, “Dee,” before leaving again.
The Pokémon returned to the kitchen, cleaned the counters, organized the cupboards, straightened out the chairs… then went back upstairs to check on Cooper again. For a second time, the boy held up his book, and Indeedee likewise gave a happy chime and left him be.
He kept on reading for a small while until he was done, his nerves holding at a steady level as she continued to regularly check in. After some time, he made a few notes in his notebook, filled in his worksheet, and then he was done.
Indeedee’s ears latched on to the sound of footsteps descending the stairs, and she quickly pattered over.
“Dee?”
Cooper stopped where he was on the staircase at the questioning, almost accusatory tone.
“I finished,” he said. “I just wanted to tell you.” She looked him over for a quick moment; he didn’t seem particularly suspicious.
“Deedee,” she replied, her tone brightening up, praising him for a job well done. Maybe she wouldn’t need to discipline him after all! …Would she not need to discipline him after all?
“I’m gonna go back to my room now,” he said with a hint of relief.
“Indeedee.”
“Clean it? …Okay.” His mood depressed slightly once more, but he made no argument.
She watched him go for a moment before returning to her own tasks. This time she picked some chores she could do upstairs. Every few minutes between cleaning bathrooms and dusting nicknacks, she’d poke her head into Cooper’s room, but each time she’d see him quietly at work- not enthusiastic, but certainly active. Before long his floor was clear, his table was tidy, his clothes were put away and even his bed was made- he never made his bed. She didn’t wait for him to say he was done this time.
“Indeedee,” she praised, entering the room. “Deedee Indeedee?”
“…Sure, I can help you clean the living room,” he agreed reluctantly.
So she led him downstairs again and handed him a broom. It’s not that she was finding him more and more chores in the hope that he’d argue or act up. No, definitely nothing like that. This was just a really big house, and she didn’t think she could really clean it all just by herself. Yeah that was all.
While she dusted the mantel and fluffed the couch cushions, he set to work on the floor with his assigned tool. The broom was a bit big for his tiny frame, though, with the top end of the extra-long handle dancing wildly above his head as he swept. Nevertheless, he made his way diligently around the room, starting in the open spaces, before realizing he’d also need to pass along the furniture and the walls-
*clack*! *thud-thud*!
“Whah!”
Cooper flinched as something clattered to the ground right next to him. Indeedee immediately turned to look, and what she saw was the boy, the broom… and the fallen photo.
“Dee?” She sounded displeased and accusatory as she approached.
“I-” he looked and saw the picture himself. It was in a thick frame that he’d unintentionally knocked off the wall with his broom handle. “I’m sorry, it was an accident.” He dropped the cleaning tool and lifted the picture. The frame was heavy, and he struggled for a moment before lifting it up toward the wall again. But when he heard her footsteps getting closer, he lost focus and ended up dropping the picture again.
*thud*
“Ah! Sorry!” He quickly got a hold of himself and the photo again, and this time managed to get it back on its hook with a bit of difficulty. “See, it’s fine,” he assured.
The Pokémon frowned and shook her head. “Indeedee,” she replied, disappointedly. That was a photo of his mom with her entire Pokémon party; as a responsible caretaker, she couldn’t let this little boy continue to endanger precious possessions like that.
“No… wait… come on, please. Don’t- noo-”
*NOMF*
She wasted no time scarfing the boy down. Before either of them knew it, his head was already pressing out against the inside of her stomach. Her own enthusiasm almost surprised her; she hadn’t quite realized how much she’d been… looking forward to this. How much she’d missed the feeling.
*GULP* *GULP* *GULP* *SLURP* *GULP*
“In… Indeedee!” *UURRP*
She looked down at her now wiggling belly and gave a slightly guilty but very large smile. After standing there for a second or two, she glanced up at the picture Cooper had knocked over and then rehung. Both the frame and the floor were made from pretty sturdy stuff, and neither of them looked damaged in the slightest. She reached out with one hand and straightened the photo, so it now looked exactly as it had before it had fallen.
A moment later she glanced down at the broom, abandoned on the floor. She tried to reach over and pick it up, but Cooper squirmed harder the more she tried to bend, and she just didn’t think she’d be able to reach that low. So she gave up and left it there. She could clean that up later. After all, her responsibility to Cooper was much more important. He deserved her full attention.
So the plump, partially purple ‘Mon made her way over to a nearby couch, and managed to climb her way up into the comfy seat. She let her body relax, and her lively belly bulged out further, wiggling before her eyes.
“Deedee…” she murmured happily, running a hand over her trapped charge. This was great, she loved being able to do this. To help teach the young boy a lesson, that is, definitely not just to feel him… wiggling… in her belly…. “Deedee…”
*blurb*
This time, she’d make sure he got the massage- erm, message. After all, his parents were gone all weekend this time. So she was in no rush to let him out.
…
*gurgle* *groooan*
Cooper sat there, dejected and disgraced, in the stomach of his mother’s Pokémon. He’d long since given up on struggling or pleading, instead just resigning himself to his hot, sticky fate, and his continual attempts to keep his cool whenever the walls pressed in against him. It was dark, and smelly, and noisy, and cramped, and he hated it.
And this time was worse than ever. Not only was he thoroughly soaked to the core- hair, clothes, and all- with her disgusting stomach juices, but he’d noticed her starting to use some of her psychic abilities on him as well. Every now and then, she’d chant her name, and a little sparkle of light would fill the tight space around him, briefly giving him a glimpse of the pale pink walls and all their dripping, gooey horror. He realized after a while that she was protecting him from the usual dangers that being in a stomach would include, which would have made him feel better, except for the fact that it revealed she had no intention of letting him out any time soon. And she’d already kept him cooped up in there way longer than before…
Indeedee wasn’t quite sure how long it had been herself, mesmerized as she was by her situation, without a worry in the world to distract her. He’d calmed down now and was just resting there inside her belly, but every few moments her stomach would gurgle and groan and press up against him and she’d get to feel another surge of… of… something, something great. She’d taken to simply counting the seconds between contractions and basking in the glow as they came.
Though eventually, she decided that waiting wasn’t quite enough.
At first it was just once. Just a single, firm little press with her little hand to give her belly a bit of encouragement. But it had felt so good that she just had to do it again. And then again and again. Before very long at all, Cooper was responding with renewed wriggles and protests as she pressed, prodded, squashed and basically massaged her massive belly with him inside, accompanied by a similarly renewed flurry of enthusiastic gurgles and glorps from her innards.
The soundscape of the room became a dull chorus of gastrointestinal noise, murmured “Indeedee”s, and muffled protests. On and on, for what could have been hours. With the Pokémon steadily relaxing further and further, until finally the purple glutton slipped away into a blissful mid-day nap.
…
*blink*… *blink*…
“Indeeeeedee,” the caretaker Pokémon yawned. Her body restored and relaxed, she gradually regained some awareness of her surroundings, as well as her interior. “…Dee?” It didn’t take her long to notice, Cooper was no longer sitting in her stomach.
No, he hadn’t escaped while she’d been asleep; she still had that distinct, sizable bulge in her middle- more so than usual. And he hadn’t digested away either; her psychic endeavors had made sure of that, and in fact she could still feel and even see his little breaths, slightly swelling her gut in rhythmic syncopation with her own.
But she also didn’t feel that sensation which told her she could cough him back up. He was… past that, now. Somewhere beyond simple release. Somewhere deeper.
“Indeedee…” she murmured in wonder. She stroked her gut, feeling the distinctly different sensation now that he was actually moving through it, rather than simply visiting. The boy seemed to have tired himself out and fallen asleep along with her. She took the opportunity to cast her renewed protection over him once more. She knew she had to keep him safe in there. …Especially if she ever wanted to try this again.
The Pokémon selfishly considered squishing him around a bit more to stir up more of that enticing pleasure, but she ultimately decided against it. This new sensation was special enough on its own that she just wanted to sit with it for a bit. Not to mention that things felt extra tight in there now, and she didn’t know how far she could push her insides before something went wrong.
So cooped up Cooper was left to sleep in relative peace, with only the occasional, light stroke as he was squelched along his winding path. And within only a few more minutes, Indeedee found she was returning to sleep as well.
…
“Wha… Where am I?” came a mumble-y, muffled voice. He tried to look around but found only blackness. He tried to move around but felt only tightness binding him in place. He fought against the unseen restraints and was met by a wet squelch and a rumble, followed by a sleepy:
“Indeedee?”
“…Noooo,” he bemoaned. “I’m still in your belly!? Come on! Let me out!”
“Dee? …Indeedee.”
“Yes! Thank you!” He felt a wave of relief- quite different from the unyielding waves of peristalsis- upon hearing that the Pokémon had finally agreed to release him.
He felt her get up and begin to jiggle him about as she walked. He quietly resented every movement, pouting in the darkness. He’d been in there for so long. What had he been reduced to? He used to feel like the prince of his castle, and now he hardly even felt like a boy, just a lump trapped in an Indeedee’s belly. He wanted to fight back against it all, but with the promise of freedom, he knew he had to resist doing anything else to upset her. So he sat there quietly, like a good little lump, as she lugged him around in her gut. Up stairs, through a door or two, and then finally the jiggling stopped.
There was a moment of silence and stillness.
Come on! Barf me up already! He thought desperately.
*frt*
…No… No…
Muscles, surfaces and pressures began to shift around him; a force building against him on one side and releasing on the other. And in his drowsy, blind, disoriented state, he finally noticed something he’d missed. He was upside down.
He grimaced as he felt himself begin to slide, then grimaced even harder when he felt a particularly tight band of muscle working its way over the crown of his head. And then finally, for the first time in hours, he saw light. Though that was actually all he saw: light hitting his tightly shut, slime-coated eyelids, which he refused to open.
A wet crackling ran over his ears as they were passed through the opening. He felt his shoulders lodge in place, hitching his progress, and then felt the pressure building against his body to match.
*prrrrt*
I’m… I’m Poké poop!!
His frown deepened immensely as he tried and failed to ignore as much of the experience as he could. But he couldn’t quite ignore the immense relief he felt as the cool, fresh air gradually crept in over his head. He was Poké poop, and he was grateful, and he hated it.
A distinctly hard, smooth surface met his face, and his well-lubricated body began to slide against it with ease as he was pushed along by his caretaker’s constricting bowels. He let his body bend as he encountered cold, hard walls, the same way he’d been bending to the contours of twisting guts for the past several hours.
His hips slipped free and fell to the floor, then his knees, then finally his feet. Now away from the unending clenches and crackles of the Pokémon’s belly, he lay there exhausted and quiet.
“Deedee?”
Cooper opened his eyes with some difficulty, blinking away the slime and squinting through the brightness. All around him seemed to be white, white and smooth. Slowly turning his head to look up, he saw the showerhead, the bathroom ceiling, and Indeedee looking down over him.
She’d ‘deposited’ him in the bathtub.
“Dee. Dee Indeedee.” Seeing he was alright, she turned and stepped away, leaving him to clean himself up. But Cooper was going to need a few minutes first just to come to terms with what he’d just ‘gone through’.
…
“Dee,” the Pokémon chirped happily, placing two plates of warm breakfast on the table in front of her charge.
“Thank you,” Cooper replied in a polite, practiced tone. After several weeks- or was it months- of the Pokémon’s unique form of ‘discipline’, he’d learned the hard way exactly how he should behave.
He quickly dug into his food. Babysitting methods aside, the Pokémon did know how to cook, and it didn’t take him long to wolf it all down- though he was very careful to chew with his mouth closed and keep his elbows off the table.
When he finished, he immediately took his plates and utensils and carried them over to the sink to-
*gurgle*
The sound gave him a jolt, but Indeedee was actually over in the other room. The noise had come from his own belly. He put his dirty dishes down and put a hand to his middle.
*groan*
Oh… He felt a disturbance within, quickly mounting, demanding attention.
*GURG*!
He dashed off at top speed toward the nearest bathroom and closed the door as quickly as he could without slamming it. By the time a few minutes had passed, his internal crisis had been averted, and he stepped back out into the hall with a relieved sigh.
Diligently, he returned to the kitchen so he could take care of his-
“Indeedee?” came a disapproving voice.
There, standing next to the sink and his little pile of uncleaned plating, was his babysitter.
“I- I was about to clean them, I swear! I just had to use the bathroom!” he insisted.
“Deedee…” she replied, shaking her head. A single hand reached out toward him, and though she tried to keep up her disappointed expression, she couldn’t help but start to smile.
“No! No please!”
*NOMF*