Bad Sol
You're not a very good trainer, you have to admit. When your Absol misbehaves, you just don't know how to handle it. Eventually, it'll get out of hand, and then...
A short little story for vore day I threw together quickly!
You'd left him alone for just a few minutes. Just a few. Maybe twenty.
Arceus, just look at him, you thought to yourself as you approached the bloated, purring Absol before you. His stomach hung heavily beneath him, swinging as he walked to meet you halfway, a few shapes within it still visible. You were sure you could make out the faces of your Buizel and your Umbreon, pressed together and silhoutted in the taut flesh.
You were speechless. Your Absol affectionately nuzzled your hand and licked at your fingers as you processed it.
You should have seen the signs. Each time you'd caught a new member of the team, Absol had been... upset. In his own strange ways of showing it. He'd aggressively laid on you, or torn your bag to try and make you drop their Pokeballs without realizing, or even stolen your bag and refused to give it back without some serious ransoms.
Mostly in the form of promised belly rubs.
Once, though, you'd caugh him eyeing your little Bre. Poor thing had puffed right up and climbed up onto your shoulders and absolutely refused to come down or go into his ball. You tried to shoo your 'Sol away, but he wouldn't have it either. By the end of the full exchange you thighs were covered in Absol scratches and your shoulders were covered in Umbreon scratches, until finally your Absol spotted something edible in the bushes and dashed off after it.
And even then, you hadn't really done anything. You gave your Absol a stern talking to, and he just smirked at you the whole time. You threatened to keep him in his ball more, and all he did was push you over and lay on you. You didn't think you were particularly weak, but after a few minutes of squirming and struggling to push your (admittedly overweight) Absol off you, you finally got the message.
You... weren't really the one in control.
But this. This was too far. Too much. You'd do something this time - some kind of punishment was warranted for your Absol turning the entire rest of your team into chub.
He gave you a little headbutt, much more weight behind it than usual, and you stumbled back slightly. He purred a little louder as he gave you another, seemingly trying to knock you over.
Abruptly, he bumped his belly into you sideways and you fell on your ass. Before you could scramble to your feet, his paws were on you shoulders and you were completely pinned beneath his weight.
He rubbed his belly over you, and you could feel the prey inside it still squirming, fruitlessly trying to get out. You knew what he wanted. You wouldn't give it to him. Surely you could do that much. You wouldn't just-
The heavy Absol curled his claws into you a little and drooled onto your face. He opened his maw wide and looked hungrily down at you, his dark, carvernous throat suddenly looking more than large enough to swallow you down as well.
H-He wouldn't. Surely he wouldn't. He was so possessive of you, surely he wouldn't- he- he wouldn't-
Oh, Arceus, he would. Even as full as he was, he could just keep you in place until there was room and swallow you right down.
You had to. It wasn't your choice. You had to give him what he wanted, or you'd be a meal.
You reached up and pushed your hands into his soft, fluffy stomach, and gave it a few rubs. His purring increased in volume and you took that to be the best sign you could get.
You pushed a little harder, and began rubbing his gut in little circles. He lowed himself onto you a little, pressing all of that hot, occasionally-kicking weight onto you and looking dominantly down at you, his good little belly rubber.
You averted your eyes and just focused on doing a good job helping his meal melt. Anything to not be next.