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The crowd in the arena was already pretty rowdy after the pre-show, another up and coming Galarian act. As the venue darkened, cheers erupted outward. A spotlight struck center stage.

Standing in the center of the revealed pool of light was Tarvis. The hefty obstagoon strutted to the mic at the front of the platform, grasping the mic. He pointed towards the nosebleed seats, waiting a moment for the cheering to die down a bit. The rocker grinned, and instead of speaking let out a raucous belch directly into the mic, letting the bass sound reverberate through the sound system.

The crowd erupted into cheers once again.

"Hope you saved some room, I see we have quite the feast tonight!" Zaggy called out, a second spotlight illuminating the black and white zigzagoon. He had his guitar looped over his shoulder, letting the body and neck rest against the side of his broad gut.

Tarvis looked back as the crowd roared in return, grinning and licking his chops with his cherry red tongue. "Right y'are Zaggy. For those lucky customers who ain't been to one of our shows before..." The obstagoon looked out at the crowd and slapped the side of his gut with his free hand. "Welcome to the Gulp Zone, Rohntoh. We are Grrgle!" The stage lights came on, revealing the other two band members had taken up their positions as well.

Seated behind the drums, Kapo held his sticks aloft, twirling them between his fingers. The morpeko was still in his normal form, but purple was starting to creep from his black stripes and his eyes were starting to look a bit red.

Holding his bass stage right of the other two 'goons, Lanner was in his full stage persona, leering silently at the crowd and slowly running his tongue across his lips.

Zaggy strutted his way over to stand beside the far taller Pokémon. His stage presence was no smaller than the front man's. "The Gulp Zone doesn't stop at the pit; it goes alllllll the way to the top of the balcony! Rohntoh, are you ready to Slosh?"

The crowd screamed.

Tarvis chuckled, "Before we start, we got a special guest tonight! A lucky fan who got to get backstage and up close and personal with Grrgle." The obstagoon paused, smirking. "Well, not as up close and personal as he's gonna get. Rohntoh, meet Henry~" He gestured offstage.

After a moment, a smaller normal zigzagoon stepped into view of the crowd. On the big screens to either side of the stage the feed zoomed in on his shirt. The whole stadium erupted in cheers again.

Henry bashfully made his way over to the two 'goons, the blush apparent on his cheeks even under the bright stadium lights. He looked out over the dark of the crowd, most of it hard to make out entirely. He glanced up at the big screens, catching the 'Zaggy's Snack' text on his shirt in the short delay before he saw himself turn around. The smallest Pokémon on the stage turned back, blushing deeply. In a few more tension-filled moments, the zigzagoon made his way to his Galarian counterpart.

Zaggy casually swung his guitar around to rest on his back as the VIP guest approached, and held out an open hand towards Tarvis.

The obstagoon grinned shamelessly and tossed the mic to his bandmate. Tarvis lumbered over to a nearby amp and picked up a guitar.

Almost all at once the crowd put two and two together, the roar ramping up once again.

At the back of the stage, Kapo smashed his drumsticks together over his head four times, before dropping his arms to strike the cymbals. The morpeko then comfortably resolved the action into a steady beat on the drums.

Lanner started up his bassline in time with the crash, and Tarvis started playing soon after.

Zaggy held the mic up to his mouth, facing not the audience, but the timid fan on the stage. He let out an emphatic 'goon' held on a single note, starting to sidestep, putting Henry between himself and the crowd.

The brown zigzagoon fidgeted, not sure whether to face Zaggy or to stay facing the audience. Before he could turn to follow, however, he felt the soft midsection of the larger Pokémon press against his back. He jumped a bit as the guitarist began to sing in earnest.

"There's a scent on the air..." The Galarian trailed his free hand along the side of Henry's face. "And I know no matter where~ you try to hide, boy..." Zaggy licked his lips, eliciting another roar from the audience. "You'll be the one to end up inside..."

Tarvis took a step towards Lanner, strumming the riff towards a ramp that dropped back into the verse.

"There's a feel in my arms..." The grinning zigzagoon sang, wrapping his free arm around the trembling fan, just squishing his soft midsection further into his back. "Setting off bass alarms..."

The drumbeat interrupted for a roll on the kick, emulating the sound of a stomach rumble.

"I can tell you're filling..." Zaggy groped the side of the smaller 'goon's belly with his free hand, the other keeping the mic close to his lips. "A need you're instilling..." He grasped the black fabric of the shirt, and teasingly pulled it up. The crowd roared as the tell-tale mark on Henry's stomach was revealed to the crowd. "FOR YOU!" The zigzagoon suddenly pulled back, smirking and resuming his circling around the flustered fan.

Tarvis ramped up again, but this time launched into the chorus, fingers dancing along the neck of his guitar. He shouted out alternating lines along with his bandmate. "I've got your taste!"

"It's whetted my greed..." Zaggy sung the other half of the chorus alone, alternating between intense shouts and near-growling crooning. "I've got your taste! You're what I need..." He came around towards the front of the brown male, not even bothering to cheat out to the roaring crowd as he kept his eyes on the special guest.

One of the screens swapped to an alternate camera view, some crew member having the presence of mind to set up a rear shot of the stage in case of this eventuality.

"Here on my Tongue!" Tarvis lolled out his cherry red tongue, eying up the excited Pokémon clamoring to the edge of the stage hungrily.

"Your flavor remains..." The Galarian zigzagoon crooned, inching closer again to Henry. "I've got your taste! Gotta have it again!" As the band rolled on into the verse, he brushed his belly against one of the smaller zig's arm. "There's a taste on my tongue..." He slurped his chops meaningfully. "Of a 'mon so sweet and so young..."

Henry swallowed nervously as the singing guitarist stepped out of his peripheral vision again. Once again, he felt as much as heard the presence pass to stand behind him.

Zaggy guided the guest to sway with him, one hand grasping onto his fellow zigzagoon's own. "I don't care 'bout no rules~ when I'm the one that drools-" He suddenly, sharply swung Henry out by that grip, twirling him to arm's length in an impromptu dance move.

The brown zigzagoon let out a high pitched 'zig!' as he was twirled, blushing furiously. He found himself standing facing the crowd, hand in hand with the rock star.

"FOR YOU!" The Galarian tugged Henry back over, catching him in both arms as the smaller male couldn't quite keep his footing. He somehow kept the mic up close to his jaws as the band launched into a repeat of the chorus.

Lanner casually put a foot up on his amp, leering at the crowd as he steadily plucked the bassline.

At the back of the stage, the purple coloration was covering more and more of the drumming morpeko.

Halfway through the chorus, Zaggy made sure Henry was standing properly upright under his own power again. Slowly he stepped out from behind the smaller Pokémon, revealing his prodigious belly where it hung out the front of his open jacket. More importantly, revealing that there was a brown zigzagoon face that wasn't in his fur before resting just above his navel.

The crowd burst into eager cries, the sound threatening to blast back the sound from the band's amps.

The Galarian zigzagoon crooned the last lines of the chorus and then placed the mic on the stand. He pivoted back and reached out, gently turning Henry to face him. He licked his lips and mouthed a word.

Henry nodded, flustered deeply.

Taking no time, Zaggy gaped his jaws and lunged, wrapping his mouth over the smaller 'zig's head in one fell swoop.

Partially to make more room for his bandmate's antics, but mostly to get close to the crowd, Tarvis took a lunging slide forward, kicking into a guitar solo.

The audience's attention was split between the obstagoon's overhang being nearly within reach of the lunging fans and the burgeoning consumption upstage of him.

The cameras certainly focused on the VIP being gradually eclipsed by the guitarist's encroaching maw.

The black and white zigzagoon used one hand to grasp onto the lucky fan's hip, hefting him right into the air. His other hand tugged out on the strap of the guitar slung across his back, making sure its weight didn't add pressure across his chest.

Inside, Henry was overwhelmed with sensation. Distantly, he could hear the guitar solo, the bass, the drums... But far more immediate was the rush of air in the other zigzagoon's lungs, the thudding of his heart in a twostep that conflicted with the steady 4/4 of the song outside. And most of all, the greedy empty growl of the stomach below.

Zaggy swallowed firmly, working his jaws up to Henry's hips. He knew precisely how long Tarvis would showboat. Sure, he trusted Lanner and Kapo to vamp until his throat was clear again, but the obstagoon... He swallowed again, firmly, shifting his grip down to one of his chosen snack's ankles.

The flustered brown Pokémon couldn't help but shift his shoulders a bit with his arms pinned at his sides, feeling the anticipation building, before his jagged snout pressed through the snug fleshy valve separating him from the waiting chamber below. Once the penetration was made he found himself pressing in rapidly. As the feeling of the muscular contractions of the predator's throat worked up around his calves he was able to brace against the pillowy inner walls with his hands.

The cameras trailed back and forth along the star's body, from his distended throat to the shape of hands starting to press out from his belly.

The crowd's volume was steady in their excitement, need, and envy of the lucky backstage pass winner. It only got louder as the smaller male's feet were hidden from sight by the rocker's jaws snapping shut.

Zaggy trailed a claw along his throat as the bulge of the feet made their way down, before strutting his way back to the mic on the stand.

Henry oofed softly as he found himself spilled fully out into the fleshy chamber, blushing furiously still. He couldn't believe it, he was actually inside Zaggy... He pressed out with hands and knees as the belly shook and rocked with the Galarian's steps.

The cameras panned to stay focused on the writhing belly, one zooming in tight enough that the marking of the male inside took up half the screen once the movement settled down enough to track it.

The guitar solo trailed off with a final wail, as Tarvis kicked himself up from his knees to his feet, stepping back from the small group of needy fans trying to get a touch of his prominent belly. "I've got your Taste!" He cried out, the chorus playing again.

The only zigzagoon left on stage leaned against the mic stand as he sang into it, pressing the curve of his belly partially against the metal pole. As the halfway point of the chorus hit, the lyrics changed, however. "Here on my tongue your flavor lingers..." He grinned, eyes turned down towards his belly rather than out to the crowd. "I've got your taste! Where I slurped your fingers..."

The hidden male deep inside blushed as he realized the change, and they only kept piling it on with the last verse. From inside he fidgeted as the most prominent sound was Zaggy's voice.

"There's a weight in my gut..." He used his free arm to cradle and stroke the side of his sagging belly, a greedy growl tinging his voice. "And that's where you'll jut~ 'Til my body decides it's time..." He grinned, licking his lips and groping his paunch more firmly. "For you to be my chyme~" He trailed off as the band rolled on into the outro of the song. As Lanner and Tarvis held the last note, Zaggy pressed in close to the mic, and let out a powerful belch.

Inside, the walls squeezed in possessively on the hidden fan as excess gasses were expelled. Henry squirmed, pressing back at the walls instinctually, close to overwhelmed.

Zaggy subtly swallowed air, allowing his stomach to give his VIP guest more room in the 'private box' he'd provided. He grinned out at the crowd. "Oh man, that cutie's gonna pad me out good, I can tell." He plapped both claws on the sides of his gut, before tugging the mic out of the stand again. "So, Henry, how'd you like the song?" He shoved the mic against his belly and shushed the roar of the audience with a finger.

After a few moments, a muffled voice from inside was picked up on the mic. "T-that was really fun~" Inside, the brown zigzagoon had realized he was expected to talk and spoke as well as he could in his over-flustered state.

The Galarian smirked, and carelessly tossed the mic back to Tarvis, turning to cradle his belly in his arms before he saw if his bandmate even caught it.

Luckily, the obstagoon saw it coming, and snatched it out of the air. "Everyone give a big round of applause for Zaggy's latest snack, Henry. If the bugger hadn't given that boy the Lick I'd have been the one to down him on stage." He boasted with affected envy to his fellow 'goon.

Said zigzagoon was easing his guitar back to his front, resting the back on the top of his belly, making sure not to press the hard instrument against any protrusions of his occupant. "I'm gonna keep you in there for a bit." Zaggy spoke loud enough for his occupant to hear, but not loud enough to be heard over the general clamoring by the crowd. "After a couple songs it'll be time for you to churn, then you can spend the rest of the concert in the VIP box, okay?"

Henry pressed a hand out, rubbing in what he hoped was an affirmative response.

Zaggy chuckled and patted his belly. "Right." He started playing his guitar.

The trapped VIP settled in. He knew these songs by heart, but it was an entirely different experience hearing them from within the Galarian guitarist. Due to his location, most everything was heavily muffled, except when Zaggy provided backup vocals. For the first time Henry could clearly hear the harmony part that the bigger zig carried.

It wasn't until nearly the end of the third song of the concert that the brown 'goon remembered that he was going to gurgle up. He squirmed, blushing deeply. Henry swallowed. It would be fine. They all assured him it was safe...

As the song faded, Tarvis tugged the mic free of the stand and crouched next to Zaggy. The obstagoon pressed the mic right up against the still swollen belly. He leaned in close enough for the mic to pick up his voice as well as the low burbling that was being projected down the amps. "So Henry... Ready to be Zaggy's fat?"

The crowd erupted into shouts once again, cheering on. Somewhere up in the stands someone started a chant. It spread across the arena quickly, until most of the Pokémon in the audience were shouting. "CHURN CHURN CHURN CHURN CHURN!"

Zaggy held up a hand towards the audience, waiting for the crowd to settle. He patted the side of his belly opposite from the mic, causing a resonant thud to resound through the vast space. "Go ahead Henry."

After a moment of relative silence, mostly gastric noises, the hidden 'goon's voice was once more broadcast out the sound system. "P-please!"

The audience burst into raucous applause, and the chant came back.

The front man grinned, holding the mic in place.

With a look of concentration and pleasure, Zaggy's belly visibly contracted, wobbling as it tightened up. The sound system was filled with the heavy, bass rumbles of the stomach working hard on the fan within. The weighty sag it had developed from having an occupant was counteracted by the powerful tension. When his gut muscles relaxed, the belly was close to how it had appeared when the show started. The zigzagoon stroked over the marking sitting above his navel and thudded his chest with his opposite hand. A wet series of gurgles percolated through the loudspeakers as his throat bulged out formlessly.

Tarvis stood back up and relocated the mic to his bandmate's lips just in time to capture the powerful blast that burst forth from the smaller 'goon's jaws.

The bass belch reverberated through the arena, held for over ten seconds, before he licked his chops and sighed, groping and rubbing along his belly still. "Oh, he does a body good."

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Henry felt warm, swaying and wobbling lightly. He was disoriented, not quite sure what was going on. He felt a hand stroke over him and his form squish down under the pressure bonelessly. The fingers squeezed down over him, and he tried to let out a groan, but found he had no voice to do so with. Then, all at once an odd dissociation washed through his mind.

The distant sound of the roaring crowd grew louder and louder, plateauing at a level he hadn't heard since before he'd been devoured. The zigzagoon sat up sharply, fully dressed on a bench. He reached to his chest and found the VIP pass still there. Looking around, Henry found himself in a small room with glass walls. As he looked to his right he spotted a nickit in a roadie shirt standing by a minibar.

"If you need anything, just ask." The short vulpine smiled, gesturing with the articulate tip of his tail. "I'll see what I can do."

"T-thanks." The zigzagoon swallowed, and turned to look to his left. He abruptly realized he was above the level of the arena's balcony seating, and decided not to get any closer to the glass than he already was. He had a full view of the stage from where he sat, and each of the big screens above it.

As he looked, the nickit had gotten up close to the normal type. "Here, so you can see a bit better." He held out some small binoculars with a handle coming down.

"Opera glasses?" Henry blinked, taking them.

The roadie chuckled. "Only the fanciest for the VIP."

Blushing slightly, the striped Pokémon looked down at the stage with the magnification, focusing on his Galarian counterpart. "How come this box isn't soundproofed...?"

Zaggy was slowly, affectionately stroking his belly, before removing his hand to put it back on the neck of his guitar. This revealed the spot he'd been rubbing was where Henry's face had shown up.

The roadie chuckled. "Oh, it is. The crowd noise is just that loud it's coming through the sound system in here."

The VIP nodded distantly, keeping his eyes on the band.

Tarvis finished up what he was saying, and pointed back at Kapo.

The morpeko's eyes were practically glowing red now, but he tapped in the beat and started playing again.

Henry tugged up his 'Zaggy's Snack" shirt to check his belly, and found the mark from the Lick was gone.

"That only lasts until he eats the person it's on." The roadie explained. "Just relax and enjoy the rest of the concert."

The zigzagoon blushed and nodded, smoothing the shirt back down. "Y-yeah." He brought the lenses back to his eyes just in time to see Lanner drop to his knees on the edge of the stage.

The Galarian linoone, so soft spoken and warm backstage, struck out with a chill focus. His jaws closed over someone in the mosh pit at the foot of the stage, and with practiced ease he started to swallow the fan up out of the crowd. The whole time, Henry could hear the bassline continuing unchanged.

Lanner effortlessly rose back to his feet, tilting his head back as he worked what looked like the lower legs of a riolu into his jaws. The predator worked quickly, clamping his jaws shut behind the wiggling blue feet, before swallowing firmly. He held his head at a pose that the cameras got a good view of the bulge leaving his throat. Henry was focused on the way the linoone's belly bounced with the internal impact of the fighting type landing inside.

In between verses Tarvis pointed back at the drums and shouted into the mic, "Groupies get up here, your drummer's gotten Hangry! Fair warning, the rest of us are hungry too~"

Fans from the crowd clambered up onto the stage. Zaggy and Tarvis lunged to catch one each for themselves, as those who avoided the two 'goons clambered onto the drum platform after.

Kapo was holding his jaws open wide in wait, still playing.

One eager fan leapt for it, soaring right into the gape the rodent was displaying.

With deft ease, the purple, ravenous morpeko slurped and worked the whole fan into his cheek pouch, gesturing with his thumb to the others to get in once his mouth was free to take another. He did all this without missing a beat.

As Tarvis kicked into the next verse, belly squirming with a fan, the group on the drum platform each jumped into the hangry male. Some got shoved into a cheek pouch and others were dropped immediately. Once all five eager fans on the platform had crossed Kapo's lips, he swallowed firmly, emptying his cheek pouches into a squirming bulge in his neck. The mics picked up a loud gurgle as a swirl of energy surrounded the rodent. When it dissipated, his coloration had revered to normal, and he had a cluster of markings on his bare gut, which hardly looked any larger than it had started.

The crowd roared as the cameras zoomed in on this feature, before cutting to coverage of Tarvis as the song continued.

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The energy of the audience was finally starting to fade from being so high key engaged with the concert for hours.

Grrgle's members were doing their best to not show the exertion from putting on a show, but at least the meals that made the multiple marks on each gut had recharged them somewhat.

However, it was unsurprising that the finale began. What the finale was, though...

The lights in the arena went out, and center stage, almost within reach of the remaining moshers who hadn't been snatched up, a large red ball came out of a trap door, glowing brightly. It illuminated the space in an eerie red glow.

"Is... is that..." Henry stammered as he recognized it.

The nickit roadie in the box grinned. "It's a Dynamax Ball, yeah."

"I thought those only worked in Galar?" The brown zigzagoon couldn't look away, as the red light on Zaggy seemed to grow brighter, like he was a source of it as well.

"They only work on Galarian Pokémon, yeah." The vulpine explained, amusement clear in his voice. "But they don't have to be in Galar."

Before Henry's eyes, the fellow zigzagoon was outgrowing his guitar strap. He carefully took it off and set it down while he still could. The rotund rocker stepped aside from the equipment into an open spot on the broad stage.

A couple times the fan had wondered why the stage had to be so big for just four predators. But this was showing a good reason why.

The growth surged faster and faster, the light almost so bright the rocker's form could hardly be made out. Suddenly, the light faded, revealing Zaggy standing tall enough that his eye level was with the observation booth that the VIP and the roadie were in.

Henry lowered the lenses from his eyes, staring ahead at the immense Galarian in front of him.

Zaggy winked right at him, patting his gut and tapping a finger right over the zigzagoon marking on his belly, just able to be made out through the glow of the Dynamax form.

Lanner's body began to glow brightly. The linoone had already removed his bass and stepped to the opposite end of the stage for his growth. He grew much faster, surging in size and leaping mid-change. As the powerful red light faded to an unearthly glow he dramatically landed, the whole arena shaking, as a cloud of dust wafted out from the impact of his broad paws. He settled into a pose, keeping up his stage persona now that he matched the zigzagoon's height again.

Kapo was next, having headed upstage from the drum kit the moment the ball came up into view. As the powerful energies overtook his form, the secondary effect of his transition between forms washed through. He surged the fastest of all, dramatically leaping over the drum set at his brightest glow, only landing with a powerful, earthshaking thud on his knees next to where Tarvis was standing. Most striking of all was that underneath the Dynamax glow, it was apparent he had reverted to Hangry form.

"I... I guess three fans doesn't cut it anymore at that size..." Henry said, barely able to hear himself over the excited cheering throughout the arena.

Playfully punching his bandmate in the lower thigh, Tarvis finally got enveloped in the light given off by the orb at the front of the stage. The tallest Pokémon on the stage grew the slowest of any of them, the bright light enveloping his form completely as he started to get crowded between the morpeko and the linoone. He raised one leg up, and with a final surge of growth he brought it down like a sumo wrestler on Kapo's other side, his massive gut sagging just above the hangry rodent's head.

Grrgle wound up in a pose that Henry recognized from one of the posters he saw backstage earlier, but it was literally larger than life.

Tarvis towered over the rest of his band, high enough to jut out of the arena entirely. He uncrossed his arms from his chest and reached forward, leaning with a grin. The crowd roared as his massive claws came in to grip the edge of the balcony. Next to the box, the enormous Obstagoon's face came down, his glow illuminating everyone's cheering faces in red. "Chow time, boys." He growled, tongue lolling out.

Henry watched in awe, as past the curve of the obstagoon's sagging belly, he saw Kapo flop forward, hands braced on the apron of the stage. The morpeko gaped, lolling his tongue out into the mosh pit.

Zaggy crouched down on the left side and reached out his clawed hand to scoop. Through the binoculars, the VIP could see members of the crowd clambering to get up into his palm as it swept through five rows of seats at once from one aisle to another. The enormous zigzagoon held a moment, making sure his crowd on his hand had secured themselves, before raising them up towards his face. At the last moment, instead of raising them into his jaws, he lifted his hand over his head and gaped wide, before turning the hand.

The brown zig hidden behind glass watched in awe, not just at the gluttony, but the skill at play to make sure each rowdy fan landed safely on the insides of his jaws. Zaggy closed his mouth once his hand was bare, and swallowed powerfully, the accumulated mass of fans enough to bulge his throat.

Lanner used his flexible lunging skills he'd displayed snatching individual fans from the mosh pit while on stage to do the same to a crowd that had gathered on the right side of the area, avoiding the rush into the morpeko's jaws. The black and white linoone curled his tongue in a loop around the group as his jaws rushed down. He quickly snapped his mouth shut, but careful observation revealed he met lips-first on the fans before he slurped them fully into his gullet. Their bulge was gracing his neck before he could stand upright again.

By the time Tarvis was loading up his jaws in slurp after slurp with his immense, glowing red tongue, Zaggy's growth was wearing off. The Galarian zig posed with his arms over his head as he glowed brightly, reverting towards his normal size.

Henry's attention was taken away from this by a wet slap as the obstagoon slurped one glass wall of the private box. He blushed deeply, looking at the largest Pokémon he'd ever seen.

Tarvis winked, before swinging his head to the other side, slurping from the other end of the balcony while he still could. Unlike the others he was gulping many couples and triples that clung to his tongue with each slurp instead of one great group at once.

Kapo's cheeks were bulging with visible squirms as the last stragglers from the mosh pit climbed up onto his tongue. The rodent curled his tongue up and into his muzzle, swallowing once, before getting upright on his knees. Rubbing his throat with one hand, the morpeko swallowed again, each lump in his neck corresponding to his cheeks emptying a bit more. The glow brightened while he was still working to transfer his many meals from the pouches on his face to his belly, and he too was shrinking.

The obstagoon was last, as he was last growing. As the glow overtook him again he pushed off from the balcony and released his claws to be standing upright again, or at least, as upright as an obstagoon normally did.

Henry watched the four bright lights shrink down, as the Dynamax Ball fell back down under the trap door. When the regular lights in the arena came up, the brown 'goon dropped his jaw.

On the stage, the four members of Grrgle each had a writhing gut larger than the rest of their body to deal with. However, in the VIP's estimation, the combined fans each predator had consumed should have swelled them out nearly twice as much...

Lanner undersold the situation, as expected with his stage persona, just crossing his arms atop his vehicle sized belly as the occasional hand or face lump pressed out from beneath his taut pelt.

Zaggy was overselling it, if anything, eyes rolled back in his head as he licked over his jagged lips. The striped tail his kind was known for was lashing about behind him as his claws roamed and ground along the broad belly, tracing the shapes that embossed outward from within.

Tarvis had ended up on his back next to the morpeko. He reached out for a mic on a toppled mic stand, and brought it up to his face. "Are all you lucky fans ready for the encore?"

Kapo had reverted to his Normal form, and had a person-sized bulge in both cheeks. This was remedied as he gulped down one, then the other, sighing blissfully as he hugged over his big belly. The stout rodent reached under his gut, and with staggering strength carried his massive gut upstage, past the rest of his bandmates, to get behind his drums again.

Henry watched as the morpeko tossed his stool he'd sat on during the show aside and just plop his belly down behind the platform the drum kit was up on, getting his chest and arms into a feasible position to play. The brown zig turned his attention to the others, and saw they too were grabbing their instruments.

With the ease of practiced professionals who didn't happen to have dozens of fans squirming in their bellies, Grrgle launched into one last song.

Tarvis didn't even bother trying to stand up, singing powerfully into the mic while on his back.

Zaggy and Lanner propped their instruments up on their bellies. Both leaned in such a way that their feet touched the stage, but their weight was supported by the roiling mass of fans inside.

Despite being in an odd perversion of a crowd surf, Kapo kept the beat and even was operating the kick and the high hat pedals with no way for his feet to reach.

The crowd, reduced by a significant amount, cheered on. Any disappointment of not getting to get eaten at the concert was forgotten through the sheer showmanship on display.

Henry watched on, intently, shifting his gaze from one Galarian to the next. He shuddered in anticipation as the buildup to the end of the song began.

As the band came to the end of the song, the mics picked up a cacophony of gurgles. All four gargantuan guts abruptly contracted and shrank while they held the last chord and Tarvis' final wail of the song held.

Kapo rolled across the toms as long as he could as his support shrank beneath him, swapping to using his sticks on the bass drum when he could no longer reach.

Lanner and Zaggy leaned back off their bellies easily, settling their weight onto their legs as their guts squeezed down the rest of the way.

All along each belly, the small gathering of marks suddenly turned into a myriad. Through the binoculars, Henry could see them flashing into being in a wave from the original cluster on his predator's belly. It started from his own marking out to cover every inch of the round, heavy belly on his Galarian counterpart.

"Thank you Rohntoh, you were delicious!" Tarvis cried out, rolling until his gut laid on the stage in front of him, propping himself up with the arm holding the mic while his free hand groped over the myriad of Pokémon faces adorning his beautiful belly. "We are Grrgle and we have Grrgle'd!"

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When Henry made it back through the green room door, he was greeted by the sight of the band sprawled on the green room couch.

Several roadies were photographing the array of markings on their bellies. Once the roadie documenting Zaggy stepped away, the zigzagoon stood up, strutting over to his first snack of the night with a shameless but warm smile. The rocker took the smaller male in his arms, squeezing him against his soft body. "So, enjoy the show?"

The fan swallowed and nodded rapidly, blush creeping up his cheeks.

At that sight, the Galarian zigzagoon grinned wider, crooning. "You know, you're still part of the chub you're pressing into..."

Henry sputtered and stammered, his cheeks flushing bright.

"Hey, get back over here." Lanner gestured back towards the couch as the roadies were finishing up their documentation of the myriad marks. "We're gonna take a picture with our VIP."

The big obstagoon, having the most space to photograph, still had someone scanning across the beautiful canvas that was his belly. "It'll be something you can hang up on your wall, if you don't mind visitors asking about vore." He guffawed, sending his gut wobbling rapidly.

"Damn it, you'll make it come out blurred." The roadie muttered, reaching a hand out to still the belly and take another picture.

"Why're you getting so many pictures of your bellies?" Henry asked bashfully.

Kapo stroked over his belly, grinning. "Oh, so we can match faces to the box office sales, make sure everyone's accounted for!"

The Galarian linoone nodded in concord. "Yeah, we used to have roadies try to go over the records while manually checking against our bellies, but taking pictures and using those for comparison is a lot faster."

As the nodding fan reached the couch, the three Pokémon seated there stood up, and Henry found himself abruptly pinned between four bellies. He yelped bashfully, his face losing not an iota of its heat from before.

Zaggy used his hands to gently arrange the trapped male, while another roadie was lining up the shot with a camera. He stopped fiddling once he'd gotten Henry facing towards the lens, before pressing his finger onto his gut.

When the brown 'goon saw this gesture he looked over, and whined bashfully. Zaggy was pointing to the marking of his own face on his broad belly.

"Smile for the camera, Henry." He crooned teasingly.

Lips pressed tightly together in a jagged, embarrassed smile, the fan turned his head back to face the roadie.

The band pressed in just a bit tighter, before the flash went off and the camera let out a shutter sound.

Zaggy sighed and reached to stroke Henry's cheek, his teasing demeanor fading as the rest of the band got back onto the couch to relax. "So, Henry..."

The smallest Pokémon in the room felt strangely light after all that pressure was relieved, but he still let his Galarian counterpart support his weight. "Y-yeah...?"

"After this tour's over, we're gonna be spending some time at a recording estate in the Galarian countryside. I'd like you to come visit..."

"W-what?" Henry asked haltingly, not sure he heard what he thought he heard.

"Boy hardly had any time to enjoy being 'goon fat." Tarvis chuckled, patting his own gut. He perked up, and looked behind the couch at the various boxes there. "Oh right, he needs the IGG shirt, someone get that!"

Lanner sighed audibly while Kapo just snickered.

Zaggy ignored the rest of the band's antics, eyes focused on the smaller zig. "I wanna spend some more time around you... and not just in the way we did on stage." He winked playfully, giving Henry a squeeze.

The flustered fan swallowed. His mind was awhirl, even more intensely than when he first received his VIP pass. But before any apprehension could try to lead him down any dark side-paths, the thought of just spending time with the handsome, greedy, round and rowdy rocker washed it all away. He smiled dreamily and nodded. "I... I'd love that..."