You grin, reaching down to the shocked trainer, and gently press his head to your stomach once more. He can hear his Munchlax pleading, and sloshing about. "Mm...don't worry...I'll take you to her..." You smile, and scoop him up, opening wide...He finally starts to struggle, but it's far too late. You slide his head into your jaws, your tongue sliding around his face...A heavy gulp takes his shoulders in, his head stretching your neck so delightfully. His flavor is exquisite...but you're not one to linger. Your upper stomach has taste-sensors in it, so you can taste him all you want once he's inside. You keep gulping, slurping over his chest and belly, saliva soaking his clothes. The tip of your tail flicks from side to side happily, as you expand your belly to a little over twice the size it was with the Munchlax inside (She's still inside, by the way). You gulp over his rump, and bite lightly down, teasing him as your tongue presses against his jean-clad crotch, but again, you don't linger. Slowly, you arch your neck, tilting his legs skyward, then swallow. His thighs, knees, calves, and finally his sneakers vanish into you, and your belly once again sags a bit. You let out a tremendous belch as you mentally switch your stomach to the 'Spin' setting...Immediately, the juices begin to swish about, jostling your prey...Content with a full belly, you stretch out on your side. In a while, you'll send them further down...But you're enjoying this too much!