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Boltund's race

Your name is Gabe, a Pokemon trainer, yet you have only one Pokemon. A big Boltund you call Max, and he's one of the fastest boy you've ever seen. Being a pure electric type, that meant he should be fast, but you didn't expect him to be that fast. He could outrun cars, boats, small planes and even compete with the speed of race cars, and you were very proud of him. But you knew he could go faster...

Each season, there would be a Pokemon race. Trainers from all around the world would come together and compete to see which of their Pokemon is the fastest, and the winner would get an incredible amount of money and will be put in a book of Pokemon records.

You and Max had competed before, you've made it past the preliminary rounds, but you've never won it. There were others way faster than you could have imagined. Latios, Accelgor, there was even a Pikachu somehow out-speeding your electric dog. But you two never gave up and continued training to get even faster for the entire rest of the year, so he can compete again in the next race and win.

Both of you were determined to achieve that goal, you've spent day and night training, trying different methods and tactics. Your own sister tried stopping you a few times and tried to convince you that your dream of having the fastest Boltund there was, wasn't possible, but all her attempts failed and you continued believing. At first, Max was getting significantly faster, after a while though, he stopped gaining speed, remaining at a moderate level like his competitors. He couldn't win like that, Max still needed to be faster, he wanted to be faster, to make his owner proud and make history with him. Yet, three whole months seemed to have gotten to waste as his running speed remained the same.

You were losing hope and Max was getting more ashamed of himself as the time went on, and the next race came closer. One week left, and you were almost out of ideas. The only thing you haven't tried, was to change Max's diet, as some special often said on the internet. You didn't know how it could help, you didn't know what to change from his diet. You were feeding him the best and most expensive poke-food there ever was, the best for a growing boy, with tons of vitamins and nutrients. There was practically nothing better. And so, the days kept going, and the race was one day away. You were more hopeless than ever.

You were scrolling through multiple wikis late at night, trying for one last time, for any idea or possibility to get Max more protein to grow up his speed. He was on his doggy bed, trying to sleep, but if you weren't sleeping, neither was he, too ashamed and scared for tomorrow's race. Your sister, even though against the race, was willing to come and watch you two. Heck, she even suggested that she should be Max's coordinator and not you, since she obviously could tell that you weren't as joyful as you were anymore. But you couldn't leave Max, he was your Boltund and you had to be by his side until the very end.

As you scrolled and scrolled, your eyes got tired, your mind got more hazy and disappointed. You were on the verge of giving up, and called it a day. Maybe next year will be different.

The moment you were ready to close all your tabs and finally go to bed, something new had popped up, an old post from your few sources you used in training Boltund. It was a video about a trainer and her Zebstrika, she was talking about the basic way of getting your Pokemon more nutrients and vitamins, most tricks that you've already used and didn't work. At the end of the video, she said something about 'the ultimate meal that can get your Pokemon stronger and faster than ever before with just one serving'. You were intrigued and kept watching. Another trainer came into the video, a trainer you never seen before, somebody that hasn't appeared in any of her blogs before. The new trainer, a very young girl, waved at the camera before doing something you didn't expect, she stripped completely naked.

Her body wasn't very developed or made you aroused in any way, she was far too young to make you feel anything besides questioning her purpose on the video. The blog owner stepped off-camera for a few seconds, while the young girl showed her body to the camera, obviously not ashamed in any way. She returned with some sort of perfume, grass flavor said on the bottle. „It's not really required, but it's better to spray the meat with a scent your Pokemon adores.” The blogger said before starting to spray the young girl from head to toe with the perfume.

Once done, the blogger once again stepped off-screen, this time she moved the camera to be more focused on the Zebstrika and the naked girl. The young girl, again smiled and waved to the camera, then slowly approached the Zebstrika who was eyeing her eagerly ever since she appeared on screen. She went to his head, let him sniff her head and even let him give her face a few licks with his big tongue. You weren't sure where the video was going...

The girl smiled at the camera for a third time, as the Zebstrika was preparing to indulge on his meal. He opened his muzzle as wide as he possibly could and took the young girl's head in. You expected for her to freak out and scream immediately, to struggle against the ravenous beast, but she didn't move a muscle. The Zebstrika pulled her shoulders in, tucking them together while sending her head down his throat. Her body got off the floor, as the Zebstrika started eating her whole, no chewing, or breaking any of her bones. You couldn't believe what was happening. You couldn't believe how calm the girl was as her body quickly went into Zebstrika's muzzle and down his muscular throat, her body's outline barely visible as it went down.

The Zebstrika seemed to have done this before, as he shows no remorse or any sign of struggling or stopping. He easily swallowed the girl, leaving no trace of her outside as his gut swollen slightly with her new addition. Even though the Pokemon was huge, the girl was still forced to curl up in his belly, her outline was barely visible to you due to the rough skin of the Zebstrika. You could see her wiggle around in his belly, either trying to get comfortable or having cold feet and wanting out. But it didn't seem like she would be going anywhere anytime soon, the Zebstrika didn't seem bothered or even acknowledging by her movement. The camera moved a little, making sure that Zebstrika was in the center. He looked at the camera for a second then laid down, slightly crushing the bulge and the girl within, with his weight. The girl wiggled in discomfort but again, he didn't pay attention to her and after a while her struggles ended.

You thought that this where the video would end, that the girl would be spited out off-camera and the viewers would be free to speculate whether she got digested or not by the Zebstrika. But the video didn't end, it kept going.

A small symbol appeared on the screen, one showing that the next footage was sped up, how much was unclear. The Zebstrika had gone off to sleep, while the girl occasionally movement in his belly. At first, the girl seemed to be trying to get more comfortable, but after a few seconds, her wiggles became more frantic and powerful, like she was regretting her choices and desperately wanted out. Her struggles were getting more hectic and faster by each passing second, you could genuinely tell that she was in a lot of pain. Her struggles kept going for a little while, since the footage was speed up, who knows how much and for how long she kept fighting. As you thought her struggles couldn't go any faster, they suddenly stopped. Zebstrika's belly seemed to have quiet down. The footage kept going, the girl's outline disappeared and Zebstrika's gut became perfectly round, then began shirking back into it's original size. In the end, Zebstrika seemed completely the same as the video started, his belly the same size as the video has started. It didn't looked like he had devoured somebody, but the video proved it.

A few seconds of silence passed, you stared shocked at the screen before you, hand covering your mouth, mind more confused than ever. Was this real? Did that girl seriously just got digested by that Zebstrika? It couldn't have been faked footage, they showed the entire process, even if it was sped up. Was this the 'ultimate meal' the blogger was talking about? An entire human being, whole and alive, slowly getting digested, burned and melted, turned into poop and small layers of fat, just for some power boost? Does it even work?

The video finally went back to normal speed as the little icon disappeared. The blogger returned, waved her hand at the camera like nothing even happened. „Here you go guys! The best meal any Pokemon, or anyone for that matter, could ever have! It's big, easy to find, and has lots and lots of nutrients for a Pokemon to grow big and strong! The results are almost instant after the meal had fully been absorbed! Just look at our Zebstrika! Normally, his max speed is around 450.000 mph! But now..." The video cuts, and now they're suddenly outside with Zebstrika running on a field while the blogger analysis his speed with a speedometer. „ Almost 650.000 mph! That's 200 thousand more! And that's only his speed! Just think how strong he is now!”

You stopped the video. You couldn't watch it anymore, even though there was only a minute left. Your mind was flooded with thoughts and plans you never even considered. Having to sacrifice an entire human being just for some growth, seemed way to intense for you, but it also seemed like the only thing left you could do, if you wanted Max to win tomorrow's race. But there was a problem, actually multiple compressed into one. Who would volunteer to get eaten a Boltund? How would you even find such an insane person, especially in less than a day?! Even if you found someone, could they even fit inside Max? I mean, a Zebstrika is pretty huge, he didn't have any problems swallowing a human, smaller than him, but almost everybody is smaller than Max. A child maybe, or somebody around your size...

Your size...

You could, probably fit inside Max, maybe if you curl up very tight inside his belly. Zebstrika's belly grew a little to hold that girl, why wouldn't Max belly to the same to you? Wait, no! You couldn't do that! There wouldn't be any else to be his coordinator tomorrow! Besides your sister, who had offered her help for free. S-still! You couldn't just sacrifice yourself to achieve one of your biggest dreams! I mean... You could, but Max wouldn't... Oh, who are you kidding? Max would devour literally anything, as long as it's covered in peanut butter! Probably his owner also... That's how dogs are, they eat, eat and eat. That's how they get stronger... Why wouldn't you want for Max to get stronger? You just had to die for him, by him, by his hungry stomach...

So what's the hold up?... There isn't one...

You closed your laptop, messaged your sister and asked her to be Max's coordinator for tomorrow, but also to take care of Max for a little while, since you wouldn't be able to after tonight. She agreed, but asked why the change of hearts? You didn't responded.

You went to the kitchen, grabbed two jars of peanut butter, then walked inside the bathroom. Max watched you walk room to room, he saw his favorite food in your hands, his tail began to wag. He tried to follow you inside, but you locked the door. Inside the bathroom, you thought about what you were about to do. Every thought made you more scared of the outcome, but no thought told you that it wasn't a worthy sacrifice. With that, you undressed naked, threw your clothes in the bin, then slowly applied some peanut butter throughout your entire body. Slowly covering every inch of your skin, even your face, even your butt and manhood. You didn't want Max to engulf something that tasted bad, especially since it was the last meal you'll watch him eat.

Once you ran out of peanut butter, and your entire body was coated in sticky substance, you took a deep breath, then slowly unlocked the door and let Max in. He was right outside the doorway, waiting excitedly for what his loving owner had prepared for him. His wagging tail suddenly stopped, once he saw his master butt naked, covered in his favourite food.

You smiled, reassuring him that everything was okay. „Don't be afraid Max. It's okay!“ You sat down on the bathroom floor, raised your feet slightly towards where Max was located. „Aren't you hungry? Come on, eat me. I'm sure I taste great!" Max was still frozen, eyes locked locked at your naked body. You couldn't tell he seemed uneasy by your strange behaviour. „Look, buddy. I love you, and I want you to be happy, to win tomorrow's race. But you can't do that unless you get stronger, unless you eat something with lots and lots of nutrients. I want you to eat and use me as fuel for tomorrow's race. I know, it sounds scary. But then I would be with you 24/7, I would be a part of you forever, and you'll a part of the record book as the fastest Pokemon forever. So come on, eat me and make me proud!”

Boltund, Max slowly walked inside the bathroom, eyes focused on you as he lowered his muzzle at your feet, sniffing the powerful smell of peanut butter. He couldn't lie that you smelled quite delicious, his tail slowly began to wag again, this time involuntary.

Slowly, he opened his muzzle as wide as he could, his hot breath hitting your feet, making you twitch for a second. He glanced at you worried. „It's fine. Eat up boy!” He looked back at your feet, he pulled out his tongue and licked the butter off your fingers, his tail began moving faster. His stomach growled, he knew that you tasted great, but you were still his owner, and he still wanted to be gentle. Slowly, he pushed his sharp teeth over your feet, pulling your legs into his muzzle, before swallowing and sending them down his throat. The whole experience was completely mental, and you were more scared than ever, but feeling how soft and careful he was going, made you calm down a bit.

Max continued engulfing your feet, his tongue wrapped around them to keep them in place before pulling them further into his throat. His neck was tight, you were surprised that your legs could fit. It didn't take long for your feet to reach his stomach, you made sure to remain as soft as possible, so he can have an easier time in storing and swallowing you. Max ate your entire legs, his belly growing in size for such a hefty meal, you were wondering whether he could swallow you entirely or not. But he seemed determined to find out, so you let him. He reached your butt, and private part, even though you were scared out of your mind, your cock was hard as a rock. Max looked at you in the eyes for a quick second, like he was judging you for being horny in such times. He still continued, carefully swallowed your butt and member, taking it extra slow so he won't hurt your penis, then continued.

You kept your arms tight by your side, the peanut butter on your body making them glued to your chest, making it easier for Max to continue. His belly was getting significantly bigger, reaching the floor. He still continued, he raised your body in the air and let gravity aid in swallowing his master. Within three or four gulps, your neck and head were the only thing outside, your chest getting mushed inside his growing belly. You could feel his hot breath, you could smell the breath of dog food and other smelly things he had ate. Not really a great smell, but you kept it to yourself. Max slowly pulled your head in, his tongue made sure to give your face multiple rounds of licks, which were both affectionate and tasting you. You smiled, then everything became dark. Max was sealed his muzzle over your head, he swallowed one last time and sent your head sliding down his small throat into his belly to join the rest of you.

Once you were fully inside his soggy stomach, you immediately curled up together as hard as you could. You didn't want for him to look like a stuffed pig with you in him. The sticky walls of his stomach, also having the same idea and helped squeezing you further. You couldn't see anything, it was pitch darkness inside his gut. The heat was incredibly high, the smell worse than ever and under you, his stomach slowly began feeling with digestive acid to melt you away. The substance was incredibly hot and was already stinging your body. You tried to keep quiet, so Max could remain happy while you turn to mush and nutrients for him. You didn't want him to worry the last night before the race.

Not that he seemed to have any remorse of swallowing his owner anymore. Max was gasping for air, tongue drooling saliva onto the bathroom's floor. His belly was enormous, squished under him and forced into a deformed ball. He couldn't believe what has happened, his owner tasted so great! If only he could eat him again...

His belly groaned, now filled to the brim, it was time to digest his meal. Max didn't worry, you said that everything was fine and he believed you. He began walking back to his doggy bed, struggling with how heavy he was now, dragging his swollen gut on the floor. He laid on his side, it was the most comfortable he could get, with you in him. With a few nuzzles of affections to his belly, he hugged his gut and closed his eyes. Went to sleep as his ears and master's home was taken over by the sound of his gurgling belly and content snores.

You weren't as happy as your pet, it wasn't exactly the greatest experience, and you were getting more scared and panicked the more you listened to his gut gurgle with you in it. But you kept your cool and didn't dared to move and risk Max getting worried. You closed your eyes as well and tried to sleep also, however you were unsuccessful. As the stomach filled with digestive acid, the temperature rised and the pain became harder to ignore. You began to feel the skin of your body fall off, then your limbs and bones slowly getting broken apart, cracking with each other and turning into mush. Three agonizing hours of pain and of feeling your body getting broken apart until you finally lost consciousness. After that another few hours, your body became unrecognisable, mushed and mixed together. Outside Max's tummy was half it's size and completely soft, no residue matters showing of your body. As the night went on, his stomach shrunk and absorbed what nutritional cells and energy you had to offer.

...

In the morning, your sister arrived to take Max to the race. She knocked on the door, yelled out your name and called you a few times, but you didn't respond. Eventually, she gave up on trying to reach you and just used the spare key under the welcome mat. Once she opened the door, Max quickly bolted outside, a trail of electricity following behind. He didn't ran far, he stopped and digged a hole in the front yard, before squatting down and taking the biggest shit he had ever taken. Your sister looked at him confused and a little disgusted. She entered your home in search for you, but again, couldn't find you. Instead she found out that your lights were on, and there were some jars of peanut butter in the bathroom, but nothing more. She questioned your absence, but figured that you gave up on the idea of Max winning the race and ran off somewhere to ponder. Something you usually did.

Max returned to greet her, now once his bowels were empty. She kneeled down and began petting him. „What's big boy! Where's your owner?” Max couldn't respond, but knew exactly where you ended up. „And why are you so chubby?” She noticed that his belly was a little fatter, alongside side his butt. „It doesn't matter, probably. Because you are going to win that race! Aren't you boy?" To that, he nodded his head excited. „Alright then, let's go!”

...

„Welcome everybody, to this year Pokémon race!” A man with a microphone got the crowd excited while the Pokémon and their trainers got ready at the start line. „This year will be like no other! So let's not waste anymore time and get this race started!”

Your sister, petted Max a few times. „You'll do great!”

„3.... 2... 1... Go!”

All the Pokémons began running, their coordinators following their path with a GPS on their collar. Some were faster than others, some barely made it a few steps before giving up. In the lead there three Pokémons toe to toe, a Latias flying instead of running, a pikachu, somehow using his waves of electricity to suffer over the ground, and Max, running as fast as he possibly could, leaving any one but the two in the dust. Your sister couldn't believe it and barely could keep up, with how fast Max was going.

The first lap, the Latias passed first.
The second, Max passed first. The third, surprisingly the Pikachu. Then the kast lap came.

Latios and Max the Boltund were toe to toe, while the Pikachu had ran out of electricity and had fallen behind, his speed becoming extremely slower than before.

Max was giving all he could give, using all the energy his meal, his owner gave to him. Using all the power he got from such a powerful meal, he gave it all and ran past his limits, past he could contain. His feet were burning, his heart racing and his butt jiggling with fat. Max ran with all his might! The finish line was getting closer and closer, the Latias wasn't giving up and remained close to him, but was unable to move pass him. The last mile came and both of them gave it their all, doing anything possible to make their owners proud! The finish line was right ahead, they bolted forward and...

The race had came to an end. The non-winners had gotten a participation award, while the top three had gotten medals and their names written in the award book.

The Pikachu and his trainer got a bronze medal.
Latias and her trainer got a golden medal, and Max and your sister had both gotten a silver medal, getting second place with just half a second.

Your sister was prouder than ever of Max, she couldn't believe how fast he went, going twice his normal speed that she known off. Too bad you weren't there to witness it. Max was also happy, he hadn't won the race as you wanted, but he didn't worried about you anymore. You weren't going anywhere, and instead you'll be with him forever as you promised, as a layer of fat and muscle on his body. The medal felt more like a bonus, than the fact that you willing fed yourself to him last night. Heck, he couldn't get rid of the incredible taste you left in his mouth, with peanut butter or not. Staring at your sister and her great figure, he couldn't lie that he is hoping for seconds...