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Empty Fridge (Commission for Zygrado)
🕑 Added 2020-07-18 13:20:22 +0000 UTCA hard day’s work staring at a computer monitor and Zygrado was ready to do absolutely nothing but lounge around on the couch, maybe snug a cute Absol, have a bit of snack, the usual. Knowing that Alice had a day off and was waiting for him at home made the whole subway ride over to the apartment block a lot more bearable than it normally was, even if he had to deal with the occasional wandering hand trying to grope at multiple parts of him. He would’ve expected himself to have become a bit of a known figure by that point, especially since the last person he got his hands on was summarily thrown out of the subway car after it stopped at a station, but every single day he had to deal with the occasional lewd bastard who kept trying to push their luck.
No matter. For once, the Absol wasn’t working ‘till late and he could actually enjoy their company, so whoever was trying to shove their hands into his immense rear got to enjoy it for far longer than normal before Zyg had to enforce some level of decency.
Waddling out towards his home, the Lucario was already sweating by the time he crossed the threshold, only to find Alice waiting for him on the couch already, wearing nothing but a novelty shirt that hung exceedingly loose on her shoulders and a pair of panties that left absolutely nothing to the imagination; this had the added effect of making her curvaceous hips even more eye-catching than they already were. Giving him a quick glance, the Absol gal nodded and waved half-heartedly, returning to zapping through channels as if Zygrado hadn’t just walked into the house.
Just like the last time.
Taking a shower was a necessity by that point, and as much as he would’ve loved to, Zy just didn’t have the patience to ask Alice if she wanted to join him. The Absol gal had the most annoying tendency to hog the whole bathtub for herself, incessantly demanding that he rub her down and pay the utmost attention to every inch of her fur. To be fair, both of them enjoyed the exercise to quite a large extent in the few occasions they had enough time to enjoy it, but being as tired as he was just drained the Lucario of any of the willpower needed to pamper Alice like that. Plus, it looked and smelled like she’d bathed already, so...
Meanwhile, Alice enjoyed the times they showered together for a completely different reason: they were some of the very few occasions where she got to shamelessly rub and caress the Lucario’s belly without him being able to do anything about it, something she intended to do that very night as well. As such, she carefully followed her partner heaving his immense frame over to the bathroom, carefully avoiding bringing her hands to where they could be put to good use; with only a pair of panties on, it was not the time to be potentially soiling the couch.
After a refreshing bath took care of washing away the day’s worries, Zyg toweled himself off and headed right into the kitchen, hoping to find a snack to fill him until dinnertime; what with yesterday’s leftovers being quite substantial, the pile of soft pudge that was the Lucario opted for something light: a bowl of popcorn to snack on while watching TV.
Unfortunately for him and his growling stomach, he’d find the drawer to be completely empty, and a cursory look at the contents of the fridge revealed that it was devoid of anything that could actually be eaten without any cooking. Nothing there but vegetables, juice, the leftovers and the occasional condiment, leaving Zygrado to stare at the whole set of racks like he was looking at a complete impossibility… or not.
This could only mean one thing.
As she heard the Lucario start to complain loudly from her spot in the living room, Alice patted her belly and smiled to herself, knowing her partner had just found out about her little “surprise”. It was always great being able to eat just about as much as she wanted without any of it settling anywhere but on her thighs; it made Zyg so mad whenever he came home to find nothing in the fridge, as well! Without many opportunities to exert that level of control over what the male could eat, she took that one to heart and ran with it, knowing that without any actual food to gorge on while he waited for the right time to eat dinner, there was only one option left.
Truth be told, Alice had been trying to push the Lucario to that extreme for a long time, ever since finding out about that unique quirk regarding his body and digestive process. Zyg had always denied her the pleasure, though, stating that if anything went wrong with it and the Absol ended up hurt, he would never be able to forgive himself. Thus, the two had been locked in a battle of… not necessarily wits, but close enough, for the past several months, where the Absol gal deliberately tried to stoke the fires of the Lucario’s hunger and the pudgier male did everything he could to contain his not-insignificant desire to try out exactly what Alice wanted. The two could very well have solved that issue had Zyg not convinced himself that he wouldn’t be able to control it… but that night was the night.
Alice was sure of it.
The grey Lucario showed up again, looking as if his favourite toy had just been taken from his hands (not necessarily a bad analogy, all things considered) before sitting down on the couch on the exact opposite end from where Alice was. It was childishly adorable how he tried to keep as much distance as he could between the two, up to and including leaning sideways when she tried getting closer. It was of no use though; he’d never get up after sitting down, and she wasn’t about to give up trying to scooch on over to him, so within five short minutes the two were already smushed against one another, the Absol deliberately trying to snuggle up while the Lucario remained still with his arms firmly folded.
Didn’t last long, though. Alice’s body was incredibly warm at just about any point, which coupled with her incredibly well-kept fur meant that her touch was practically irresistible to the Lucario next to her. His hands began to wander, first finding her legs, then thighs, before moving to trace the contours of her torso, ever-closer to her ample chest. Before long, Zyg was sighing as he opened his arms and invited her to sit on his lap, something that Alice did with a happy squeak and a whole lot of snuggly rubbing.
There the two sat, watching-not-watching television while time passed. The only sounds besides the ones coming from the device in front of them were the Absol’s contented murring… and eventually the growling rumble of the Lucario’s empty stomach. It was all part of Alice’s plan, really; keep the big boy there for long enough that his hunger would start to get the better of him, then simply refuse to move when he said he wanted to get dinner. And he said that immediately after the first grumble, only to grump about like an old codger when his roomie decided not to move from his lap.
In his head, Zyg knew what was going on. He refused to admit it at first, but it was pretty clear what his partner was planning and he didn’t like it a single bit. Unfortunately, she was sitting on him, and the last thing he wanted to do was physically push her off; that’d be rude and would probably strain their friendship all things considered, so the only thing he could do was constantly ask her to move, please and thank you.
With time, it became clearer that Alice was not intending to go anywhere. Regardless of what he did afterwards, she was adamant that their impasse be solved only on her terms, and it didn’t look like she’d take no for an answer. For the Lucario, it was especially difficult given that the Absol appeared to have gone to great lengths to make herself even more appetizing than normal; if she was already nearly irresistible as a morsel on a daily basis, her freshly-bathed skin and scented fur made the temptation damn near impossible to ignore, and Zyg could already feel the saliva building up in his mouth whenever he looked at her, having to gulp it down loudly enough to let Alice know she was having exactly the effect she wanted on him.
It was a losing battle and they both knew it; the only real variable was how long it would take for the Lucario to break, which, as luck would have it, wouldn’t even take more than half an hour past their “regular” dinner time. A true record, if there ever was one for such a debased category.
“Alright, let’s say I do it,” Zyg finally blurted out, his grey fur adorned with streaks of red as his cheeks brightened hard enough to fry an egg, “let’s just say I do it. What then? Am I supposed to carry you until you crawl back out, is that it?”
Alice said nothing, but the way her body vibrated and buzzed out of sheer excitement meant she didn’t need to. That the Absol adored the idea of being seen as a light snack was a given, and more than once the Lucario had to be extremely careful with some of the stuff he clicked on when using her computer for one thing or another; those oddly-named folders of hers made for excellent traps when it came to people like him, so unaccustomed to actually hiding anything. Suffice to say, if there was a chance that Alice could play the part of the helpless prey being devoured by the mean old big predator, she was going to hold onto it, crawl into its mouth, and beg to be chewed on like a chunk of meat.
Zyg, meanwhile, was already regretting uttering those words, because the tinier gal on his lap was already doing her best to wriggle away from his grasp, one of her hands already teasing at his bottom lip. But that was his decision to make, not hers, and a simple clearing of the throat and a glare later made sure that Alice knew that. In all honesty, and as much as she liked to play up how flirtatious she was, the Absol was always a single good gesture away from turning back into her more submissive self; give her some room and she’ll take over the whole relationship by sheer force of will, but her “secret” was that all of her were buttons ready to be pushed, and the façade of dominant, playful, hyper-sexualized pleasure addict was a paper-thin front meant to conceal what was, at the end of the day, an intense desire to be treated like a light meal and then forgotten about just as easily.
And Zyg could give that to her. Hence why his sudden sternness was enough to get her to quiet down.
“If we’re doing this, we’re doing it on my terms. Now settle down.”
Though the Absol looked like she was about to bawl, they did as instructed, sitting back on the Lucario’s lap and obediently staring forward… at least until said Lucario made it clear that she wasn’t supposed to be getting so comfortable. Zygrado snapped his fingers and pointed at the rest of the couch, hoping that Alice would get the idea, and immediately her eyes opened wide and her body began trembling even more than it already was. She thought she knew what her partner meant, and seeing as he did absolutely nothing when she occupied the rest of the sofa, leaving her feet on the male’s lap, her initial suspicions were confirmed in the absolute best way possible.
It didn’t start as quick as she would’ve hoped, though. Much as Zyg liked to pretend not to be into that kind of stuff, she knew that underneath that soft, pudgy exterior lay the mind of an unwilling predator, someone who, though they hated to admit it, cherished the thought of being able to play with their food. So that’s exactly what he did, in the only way he could: gentle petting.
For anyone else, it might’ve been a disappointing start to the whole thing, but just the fact that he was going along in such a simple way let Alice know that he had finally broken him as much as he’d broken her. The two of them would be headed straight down a path they’d never come back from, and that’s one thing she could chalk up as a victory.
A few minutes passed, and his hands began to grip her ankles more firmly than normal. It was starting, she was shaking, and sweat was pouring down her brow. The Absol had watched many a video of this exact kind of kink being indulged, but now that it was happening to her, it was surprisingly far more anxiety-inducing than she expected. Not that Alice was claustrophobic or anything, but suddenly having both of her feet being devoured by the Lucario made her feel like maybe she should’ve prepared a bit more for the thought of being snuggled up into a warm stomach.
Then again, just the thought of being snuggled up into a warm stomach somehow made all the worries go away, and by the time her ankles were being gently dragged into Zyg’s waiting gullet, it all just felt like it was going according to some divine plan. This sense of belonging, the comforting warmth that permeated her entire frame, only increased in intensity as her legs were pulled into the Lucario’s maw, his gurgling and gagging only adding to the experience as he began to struggle against the Absol’s considerably wide hips and meaty thighs. It was truly a snack meant for him, perhaps even more than just that, as his mouth had to stretch a lot more than it was used to just to get over how bottom-heavy Alice was.
By that point, she was obviously no longer in control, her body already having been pulled into a vertical position in order to let gravity do most of the word. The tips of her feet tingled as they touched Zyg’s stomach acid, deliberately modified to prevent its potency from eating through her, just enough to irritate her skin to the point where it felt like her whole lower half was just slowly going numb, one inch upwards at a time.
With her waist conquered, the rest was honestly pretty easy; though her breasts were not necessarily small, they were nothing compared to the immense obstacle that had been her ass, and in just a few minutes of painstaking pulling and strained swallowing, the only thing left of the Absol to be visible in the outside world was her head, over which the Lucario’s mouth rapidly closed over.
A final gulp, one loud enough to be heard all the way on the other side of the building, and Alice was well on her way to her final rest for the day. It was just as heavenly as she expected it to be; after the rest of her had been introduced to the soft, squelching interior of Zyg’s body, to finally be able to feel it in her entirety made every single one of her fantasies come true. The only real bad part about it was how short the trip was, barely lasting a few seconds before she was dropped into the Lucario’s stomach.
Truth be told, there wasn’t a lot to see there; the stomach lining was just about the same kind of jet-black, pulsating muscle wherever she looked, and despite her stretching him out considerably, Zyg still managed to produce enough acid to keep half of her body submerged. It felt just as wonderful as she’d envisioned, if a teensy bit more tingly, and its warmth, along with the back-and-forth rocking of the organ she had been shoved into, allowed the Absol to drift into a pleasant, if incredibly obscene, sleep.
Meanwhile, on the outside world, Zygrado would be doing anything but resting; while the task of keeping the Absol gal inside of him alive was already demanding enough to keep him awake until she bothered to come back out, it was the raw, unfiltered pleasure that truly got to him. He had forgotten how good it felt, to have someone inside of him, to have someone bloating his belly out to the point where he looked several months past gravid. The motions as well, with his skin being pushed and pulled and tugged and stretched every time Alice bothered to move, with his bloated self unable to do anything as his insides were rearranged to make way for what was supposed to be a filling meal. The gurgling and churning of his stomach acid was also a great way for him to realize that what he was doing was wholly unnatural, his body demanding that he digest that bountiful morsel; the predatory instincts were admittedly difficult to ignore, but he had made a promise, and he wasn’t going to break it.
Trying to get up was impossible, or rather, bound to end in failure as he was now carrying the whole of Alice’s weight in his gut. All he could do was stretch himself and occupy the couch, leaving himself to weather out the proverbial storm with his belly pointed directly at the ceiling. As he placed his hands on his swollen midriff, sighing contentedly as he felt them be shifted around by each of the Absol’s errant motions, a thought occurred to him: how easy and delectable it would be to watch that bulge go down, knowing that Alice would be turned into nothing more than extra fat for his already flabby body.
He licked his lips.
It was going to be a long night of self-denial.
