Big, lumbering steps lightly shook the ground as their giant owner skulked through the streets of the beachside town. Each step produced a faint slosh, its source being the acid-filled belly of the giant man. It groaned loudly and unhappily, causing its owner to pause and rest a hand on it.
Neph was hungry. As usual. Nothing around here was even remotely filling enough so far…
Neph was serving as Monty's escort into town for the farmer's market. They were quick to chase him away- he kept hungrily eyeing both them and all their produce, and the way his stomach growled when customers drew near was bad for business. The little Cherubi chased him into town to find someplace to eat, but that was a greater challenge than he thought. He'd curse this new form of his, if that swallowed mega stone didn't give him the opportunity to enjoy even larger meals.
Few restaurants were willing to serve a man of his bulk, out of fear of being cleaned out. The Victreebel's roaming brought him to the beach, where plenty of food stalls at the boardwalk attracted droves of people. His stomach roared, it would've been so easy to shove a few people and a stall's worth of food down his gullet…but his boss’ voice echoed in his head to chastise him.
“Remember- don’t do anything to attract too much attention! That means no gorging on randos, Neph.”
Neph sighed, rubbing his hefty gut. At least, if he moved somewhere he could get away with it, he could be satisfied for a while…
So he set out across the beach, looking for a more secluded place to hunt. Maybe if he stretched his vines out over the water, he could fish up a mer-mon or two…he did enjoy the fresh taste of seafood, and seafaring pokemon had an even nicer taste. His jaunt across the beach brought him to a more secluded bay, where there were less beachgoers to worry about. That only meant he could feast in peace, though…
Something large and blue caught the glutton’s attention. Basking comfortably in the sun near the shore was…some kind of pokemon? Dressed in fine silk robes topside, and their lower half was large and plump with red and white markings. Their tail’s fins were long and fluttery, and they seemed to be asleep in the warm sun…
They were around the same size as him. The perfect prey, ripe for the taking.
Neph couldn't help but drool, already imagining the sensation of swallowing such a big meal down. With surprising stealth for someone of his bulk, he crept his way over to where this large pokemon slept. He gave them a one-over, curious about how to best go about eating them. Headfirst, or tailfirst? Maybe it'd be best to handle that thick tail, so it doesn't thrash around and pull them out of his gullet…
With his plan set, he knelt down at the base of their tail and unwound his tail from around his throat. Carefully folding their fins over, he shoved their tail into his hungry maw and marveled at their savory and slightly salty flavor. His stomach rumbled in anticipation at its coming meal, and Neph began to take slow yet greedy gulps.
His throat swelled as that fat tail began inching his way downwards, stretching with practiced ease as he grabbed at it to pull it deeper still. Its owner stirred and shifted somewhat, prompting Neph to pause…it'd be inconvenient if they woke up and started fighting now.
But, nothing happened. Slipping back into a comfortable slumber, the Victreebel was able to continue crawling his way up their body. His cavernous stomach was beginning to fill, unnoticeable at first but gradually starting to swell as thick gulps dragged their tail downwards. Packing their lower half away was the hardest part- with it tucked away in his stomach, it was smooth sailing from here. His meal was beginning to stir somewhat, murmuring and shifting as they felt a strange wet warmth overcome them in their sleep. This didn’t stop Neph from devouring them slowly, his belly was finally beginning to prop him up off the ground by the time their torso was in his gullet.
The lord of the sea awoke to the strangest sensation. Tight, constricting flesh surrounding most of their body, hot and wet warmth all around them, and the vague feeling of being squeezed at. Blinking sleep out of their eyes, they found their head in the maw of a stranger. A large wet tongue lazily dragged over their face; clearly this predator was enjoying the last stretch of their meal.
“H…hey! What are y–”
Glk…glurp.
That final swallow sealed their fate, pulling them into his throat. Slowly passing the excited thrum of his heart, the mermaid found themselves eventually pushed into a spacious, sweet-smelling chamber. Neph’s gut expanded to accommodate its guest, groaning loudly as it was finally sated. Their body rested in a decently-sized pool of digestive sludge, smelling strongly of fruit and sloshing around their curled up form. Neph sighed contentedly, sitting upright and letting his stomach spill out of his hoodie. Belching into his fist, he massaged at his stomach as its occupant began to struggle and make lumps in his flesh.
“HEY! You! What do you think you’ve done? Don’t you know who I am?!”
They shouted between errant shoves and punches. His stomach didn’t give an inch; the walls simply closed in to churn eagerly around them.
“Mmm…you’re fish dinner, that’s what.”
Neph chuckled to himself as that earned him a new round of struggles, and he basked in the feeling of fullness as he listened to his stomach glorp and slosh with every movement. He was tuning out his prey’s protests when a part of it caught his attention.
“I am the legendary lord of the sea! You WILL release me at once, or suffer the wrath of the ocean!”
“Hold on…did you say legendary?” Neph held his stomach up a bit as if it'd help him hear them better through the layers of fat and muscle.
“Yes! Now do you understand what you're dealing with?! Release me, and I–”
“So you're sayin’...I ate a legendary? And you can't get out, otherwise you wouldn't be beggin’...”
A devious, yet exciting idea formed in Neph's mind. He could actually stomach a legendary. They tasted really good, too…maybe that'd be the same for other legendaries. Maybe they'd be just as filling, too…
The poor Kyogre's pleas fell on deaf ears once more as Neph laid back, listening to his gut slosh around his unfortunate guest as he took a turn to bask in the sun. Despite how full he currently was, all he could think about was potential future legendary meals. Maybe another delicious water-type, or a flying type who thinks they'd have one up over him…? The possibilities made his stomach rumble quietly in anticipation, and he gently massaged his full, oversized stomach as drowsiness took hold. Surely such a legendary fish would have no problem being stuck for a while…
Little birthday doodle for the lovely @neflil, featuring the ever adorable and whimsical Nepheline! Hope you have a wonderful day full of whimsy! Thank you for being such an inspiring and positive part of the Outer Wilds community! <3
Neph in her jammies, she is a weirdo who sleeps with socks on. However, it's for your safety, if she feels anyone touching her feet, she's beating the shit outta of you.
