Make Play

Julie stepped into her room and turned off the light. After a long day at work, it was always nice to embrace her bed. She fell face-first into it, then rolled over after a few seconds. She stared at a few dolls in a corner, most of which she had discarded over the years. Closing her eyes, she yawned and pulled her covers up. Only six hours to sleep, but it’d have to do. She quickly passed out, dreams to come later.

When they did come, they started in a forest with light filtering through the trees. Around her were some pokemon that she had seen over the years. They were all very happy to see her, though one was carrying something strange in its mouth. She bent down to take the object from a bulbasaur’s mouth and inspected it. It seemed familiar. It was a small black plush doll, which hung limp in her hands. When she looked back up, none of the pokemon were around her anymore.

She looked back down at the doll, attracted to its presence. As her surroundings grew dark, the doll’s head turned to face her. A feminine voice whispered from it, “Miss me, Julie?” Memories suddenly flooded her mind of a doll that she had lost several years ago, before a wild bulbasaur decided it was consumable. She never saw it again, but it was quickly replaced by a new doll. Julie gasped, “Noire?” The doll seemed to smile, then Julie woke up.

She sat up in a hurry, meeting face-to-face with a banette that floated in the air. She jumped backwards in bed, hitting the wall. Julie heard snickering in her head and responded out loud, “Wh-what are you?” The banette smiled spitefully and responded, again telepathically, “I’m sure you know, Julie. You just figured it out a moment ago.” She looked at the pokemon ahead of her and thought, Noire? Noire responded with mocking laughter and then floated down onto the bed, laying flat and propped up by her elbows.

“In the flesh, or stitching I suppose. I was in flesh a while back though, I’m sure you remember.” Julie nodded, worried about her doll-turned-pokemon floating in front of her. Noire rolled her eyes and said, “Relax! I’m not here to hurt you.” Julie said, “Then- then what do you want?” Noire opened her eyes widely and said, “I just want to rejoin you, my master.” Julie couldn’t help but lock eyes with the glowing, red, and slitted eyes of the ghost. She felt as if she was being sucked into them, but in fact she wasn’t moving an inch.

Noire’s eyes finally dimmed and she closed her eyes, making the motion of taking a deep breath. When she opened them back up, she grinned widely. Julie shook her head, shaking off the slight woozy feeling she experienced for a moment. The banette leaned forward now and pressed on her belly, which rumbled in response. The feminine voice came into her head once more and teased, “Aww, little Julie’s all grown up and a little pudgy too? Not to mention hungry, at this late hour!” She scribbled around her belly with a finger and continued, “You know, I went through the whole ride. Throat, stomach, intestines… Really rather extensive!” She laid her head down on the belly, closing her eyes. “But I realized after a while that I enjoyed it. What better way to, well, die than sustaining someone else, right?”

Julie shifted uncomfortably at the words and attempted to brush the pokemon off herself. Instead she lifted straight into the air before her hand made contact, and opened her eyes back up. Banette moved uncomfortably close once again and her zipper tapped against Julie’s lips. Noire whispered, “Let me help you out.” Julie felt an urge in her mind and started to slowly open her mouth. Noire watched as lines of saliva stretched and broke, then shoved her head inside.

Despite being in her mouth, Julie could still hear Noire clearly. She said, “A lot drier than the last mouth. I guess you don’t really drink enough water! I think you can still manage this, though. Swallow me on down, master.” Julie obliged, roughly gulping and pulling the doll’s head into her throat. Noire didn’t taste like much, mostly just like fabric. But she was in no room to complain about a free meal… right? Nonetheless, she continued to swallow her former plushy. It was only during this process that she realized how big the pokemon really was, about a meter.

As she finished up with her midnight snack, she noticed her belly starting to pop up in the sheets. She did feel rather filled now, especially as she slurped down her doll’s feet. She could feel the lightweight plush in her stomach, and burped as she finished swallowing. Noire immediately interrupted her thoughts by commenting, “That was pretty loud, I could hear it in here!” Julie hiccuped and thought, Thank you, Noire. You were a good friend and an even better meal. She heard in response, “Oh no, thank you, master.” If Julie could see through her own flesh, she would see the banette grinning deviously.

Julie shortly dozed back off, rubbing her sightly belly. Her dreams this time were back to average pleasantness, but notably all at night. Of course, she didn’t note this as she went along. She was at a coffee shop, with some guy. She couldn’t hear a word he said, but she was extremely attracted to him regardless. Eventually he gestured towards her stomach, which was rather pot-bellied. She explained, “I’m pregnant.” The man shook his head, and she started to notice an itching sensation all over her body. Perplexed, she said, “I’m… full?”

He nodded, getting from his chair and walking over to the door. She noticed now that she was in her bedroom, on her bed. He opened the door, allowing the lava to pour in around her bed. Her room became unbearably hot, so she woke up. When she did, her room was still dark. No rivers of lava around her bed, but she could feel sweat running down her body. She attempted to wipe her forehead and felt her knuckles run through her skin. She looked at her hand and saw her fingers melding together. She noticed shifting, heavy pressures across her body. Cacking filled her mind.

“Oh dearie me,” Noire said, “were you trying to sleep?” Julie tried to sit up, but found herself slipping in her own bed. She looked down at her stomach, still bulging. She managed to gurgle out, “Wh… what…?” Her mind was filled by loud cackling again as she felt her stomach wriggle. “Oh my, blurble glorp! Yeah, you know what happens to food right? Digestion? How’s that feel, Julie?” Julie actually felt no pain, though the liquefying nature of her body was very anxiety-inducing. With her liquid-based speech impediment present, she instead thought, Why are you doing this?

The doll became annoyed and said, “Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you abandoned me? No mourning, just moved on? ‘Oh, she’s bulbasaur food now.’ Well, now I’m sharing my experiences, ‘master!’ Voodoo dolls are just great for that sorta stuff, right?” Julie grunted and tried to swing her legs to get off the bed, but she couldn’t seem to ‘find’ them. She couldn’t be sure what happened, as she couldn’t see them past her belly, but she had an idea. The sheets stuck to her flesh and she could see herself soaking the bed itself.

She begged, Please… stop this… Banette spitefully said, “Oh, well, I’d love to!” Julie felting pokings on the inside of her belly, which churned in response. “Hmm, seems like there’s no way out right now. Just gotta let digestion take its course, right?” Julie tried to curse, but only managed a few glorps. She tried to press on her belly, as if to force it back up her system, but all this created was a heavier pressure on her head. She groaned, her belly groaned, and the rest of her body bubbled.

Noire, in the meantime, was thoroughly enjoying herself. All damage that would come upon her was transferred to her former owner, Julie. She was essentially digesting herself, while Marie experienced a pleasant sauna and massage. Despite bad memories, she loved feeling the pressures and movements of the stomach walls without the associated damage. She loved the heat of it with the equally hot liquid splashing everywhere.

Julie was almost done. She didn’t know what to do. There wasn’t really anything to do, but melt away. Her thoughts were full of pleading, but would only be replaced by laughing. She could feeling herself sinking into her bed, falling into the deepest sleep of her entire life. Her arms blended into her chest and her vision faded to black. She had a brief dream where her doll stared at her, then grew into a banette. The banette unzipped her mouth, leapt forward, and swallowed her whole. Then even her dreams were void.

After Julie’s mental presence left the scene, Noire floating through the dissolving flesh and hovered above the bed. She thought, Wow Julie, you sure made a mess of your bed! Make sure not to stain my fabric, heheh. She could still feel something of a spiritual connection to the human, her spirit lingering around. She grinned and reached for her zipper. Now time to really rejoin. She unzipped her mouth, and instead of losing her own energy, she felt her body start to become fuller as another entered hers. She made audible gulping sounds, swallowing down every bit of her master’s soul. She craved the energy and enjoyed ever bit to the last drop.

Her mouth zipped back up as a last wisp passed through it, and she silently made a burping motion. Her belly was now slightly inflated, giving her a rather rounded appearance. She rubbed and pat it, smiling joyfully. Well, good thing I wasn’t owned by a whole orphanage, huh? That’d be a whole lot of souls. She chuckled at her own joke and floated over to the bed’s pillow. She flipped it over to get to the dry side, then laid on it. She quickly fell asleep next to her human’s liquified body, dreaming of a pokemon resort.