#ingovore

“I.ngo! Look at what I fooooound!”

I.ngo perks up upon hearing his brother’s voice. The twins were currently alone in a train, which was finishing a maintenance check up by performing a full trip down the line and back again. E.mmet had gone off to do a sweep of the other cars and it seems like there was something of interest after all.

E.mmet bounds right over to I.ngo, sporting his usual big grin. He holds out his hands, showing off a P.okeball he has in each. He then shoves one of them into I.ngo’s hands.

“Did another trainer misplace their P.okemon on the train?” I.ngo asks. This was hardly the first time it’s happened. Misplaced things turn up all the time on the trains, and most of the time, those things will wind up at the central station’s lost and found to be collected. The one exception...is P.okemon.

“It seems that way!’ E.mmet agrees, casually tossing the P.okeball he still had up and down in his hand. “I found these poor things rolled under one of the seats, so they must not have noticed before reaching their stop. How sad!”

“Well, we do give plenty of warnings about making sure you have all of your belongings before boarding and exiting the train,” I.ngo says. “It’s a shame someone lost their P.okemon. I’m sure they cared for them.”

“Yes, it’s too bad they’ll never find them,” E.mmet agrees. “It’s veeeeery lucky for us, though! Right in time for our lunch breaks!” As soon as he says that, a hungry growl rumbles out of the twins’ stomachs at the same time.

I.ngo pulls down slightly on his cap, mildly embarrassed by such a loud noise coming from his stomach, even if the only other person around was his brother. “Right. I almost forgot it was about that time. Then...let’s transfer these wayward passengers to their new personal train cars!”

“As always, let’s ensure they arrive at their proper destination!” E.mmet agrees.

Together, the Subway B.osses open their jaws wide and hold up their respective P.okeballs. With careful but practiced movement, the P.okeballs are wedged into their maws and gently pressed in. They’re a perfect fit. I.ngo pushes on his P.okeball more while E.mmet curls his tongue over his to help drag it deeper. Two wet gulps sound out at the same time, and a round bulge sinks down both I.ngo and E.mmet’s gullets as the P.okeballs sink down.

This is what happens to every P.okemon that is lost, misplaced, or left behind on the trains. The Subway B.osses take them for themselves and swallow them down as snacks to enjoy between battles or after the work day. It’s become such a common occurrence that it’s even turned into an urban legend that says trainers who take their eyes off of their P.okemon will have them disappear when they look back. It’s an exaggeration, of course...but not an unfair one.

I.ngo sighs gently as he feels the P.okeball settle in the pit of his stomach. He lightly presses into it, feeling the round, hard lump of the capsule sitting there. “Bravo on such an excellent find! Should we let them out now?”

E.mmet hums happily, patting his middle gently. “I think we have enough time to enjoy these meals! Are you ready, I.ngo?”

“I’m ready to set off!” I.ngo confirms. He and E.mmet press down on their stomachs, squishing the P.okeball inside. After a few seconds, there’s a couple of flashes of red...and their stomachs suddenly and rapidly balloon in size.

“BWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPP!!!!!”

Two massive belches roar out of the Subway B.osses together, making the lights flicker in the train car and shaking the walls. Blue electricity crackles from I.ngo’s jaws and scorching flames shoot out of E.mmet’s. Their shirts have burst open, engorged stomachs pressed together and rough squashed in the restrictive space of the train car.

“E-E.mmet..!” I.ngo gasps once his belching tapers off. “What...What kind of P.okemon did you find..?!”

“I...am not sure...” E.mmet admits with a confused smile on his face.

Muffled roars echo from both of their stomachs, with tight, detailed bulges showing off the two massive P.okemon turned up inside. They’re both dragonic, with I.ngo’s meal mulch blockier while E.mmet’s is curvier. A bright blue glow is showing from I.ngo’s gut while a red one is coming from E.mmet’s. While the two Subway B.osses might not recognize them like this, what they’ve consumed happened to be the Legendary P.okemon, Z.ekrom and R.eshiram.

The twins groan as their guts shift and stretch, the P.okemon inside angrily trying to tear themselves free. All it really does is make I.ngo and E.mmet’s stomachs stretch and burble angrily over such tough meals. The two of them are stuck sitting next to each other on a couple of seats, unable to move with such stuffed guts.

“Urgh…not even…a feisty H.axorus has given me such an ache…” I.ngo groans softly. His gut lurches as Z.ekrom throws its head back to let out another mighty roar. I.ngo drowns it out with one of his own. “BBWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLCCCHH!!!”

E.mmet pants softly as his guts bulge out this way and that with R.eshiram’s wild thrashing. Steam is coming from his maw with each heavy breath. “Perhaps I…should have been…more careful…with which P.okemon we eat on the train…”

Z.ekrom and R.eshiram continue to roar and thrash around, constantly bumping into each other or the walls and ceiling. I.ngo and E.mmet’s stomachs are both churning loudly, clenching and squeezing over the mighty Legendary P.okemon in an effort to correct their behavior and process them. It’s a war of attrition between the power of two Legendaries and the digestive systems of two humans trained on thrashing P.okemon.

I.ngo leans his head back and groans softly, small sparks crackling from his mouth like pop rocks. “We have...less than an hour before...before trainers start boarding the train. How fast can we...direct these two to their final destination?”

“OOOOOOUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPP!!!!” A wet belch bubbles out of E.mmet and he thumps his chest a couple of times. Another small flame comes out with it, and when he sighs after, thick steam wafts out of him. “I am sure we can manage! After all...there is nothing we cannot handle when we are together!” E.mmet flashes a bright smile, trying to look as confident as he can for his brother.

“Mm...” I.ngo puts a hand to his chin, still looking uncertain. His guts burble harshly as Z.ekrom tries to press out, roaring defiantly yet again. It seems to spur on R.eshiram to do the same, making E.mmet’s gut lurch as it roars inside.

Their roars are drowned out by another pair of harsh, wet belches blasting out of the Subway B.osses.

...

“I am E.mmet. I lost together with I.ngo. Bwwwrrrp! But you are veeeery strong trainers!”

“Bravo! Excellent! Uuuuoooorrrp! Hah...I am glad I fought against a trainer like you!”

The two trainers across from I.ngo and E.mmet are quiet despite the congratulatory speeches. The fight was close as the two of them had been rather...distracted for the majority of the battle. It’s hard not to be, with the state of the Subway B.osses.

I.ngo and E.mmet are both sporting large, round stomachs that hang freely from their uniforms. They’re incredibly noisy, burbling and churning constantly, and sloshing thickly with every slight movement they make. It’s caused the two to be rather gassy, and it’s hard not to notice the way sparks seem to fly from I.ngo’s mouth or steam puffs out of E.mmet’s. It’s also hard to look away from the...rather obviously lumps bulging out the bottom of their stomachs.

The awkward shapes of bones jut out slightly, making pronounced shapes that shift and clack together whenever the twins move around. They’re rather large and bulky, no doubt from a P.okemon that must have once towered over them. But the most glaringly obvious shapes are that of the skulls protruding from either stomach, a blocky and large one in I.ngo’s and a more slender and shapely one in E.mmet’s.

Despite how blatant and distracting the sloshing kegs of slurry are, neither of the Subway B.osses have so much as acknowledged them in any way. The trainers weren’t given a chance to point them out or question them with how quickly the battle had started, and now that it was over, the train was stopping and the trainers were moving along before they could say something.

I.ngo sighs once they’re alone in the train car again. He picks at his teeth for a moment until he manages to get a black scale free, which he flicks off his finger. “It’s nearly the end of the day and these two unruly passengers are still moving down the tracks.”

“Mm, it has been quite a while,” E.mmet agrees, gently drumming his hands on his stomach. “I’ve never seen a P.okemon quite this strong before! Even that G.olurk you ate that one time had finished his journey by now.”

I.ngo pulls down slightly on his cap and blushes as he’s reminded of that bellyache of a meal he picked up before. Still, it was nothing compared to this one. He presses his hand into his stomach gently, feeling it squelch and churn messily over dozens and dozens of gallons of slurry. “At least they’re settled down. Those first couple of battles were much more difficult.”

E.mmet hums softly in agreement. Not only had Z.ekrom and R.eshiram not finished digesting by the time the first trainers had reached the Subway B.osses, they were still thrashing and roaring by then. It was only after the third or so battle the brothers experienced that their whimpering cries and pathetic twitching had ceased and their digestive systems took full control.

After that, digestion was a fairly smooth process of their guts steadily reducing in shape and size as all of that powerful meat was broken down. It made them a lot gassier thanks to constantly moving around with intense battles while hauling so much liquid weight in their stomachs. But they’ve done their best to draw as little attention to it as possible. It’s worked so far, in the sense that no one has made any comments to their faces about it. Though there’ll probably be a new legend or two about the massive echoing roars coming from the subway tunnels or the giant bellies the Subway B.osses had but seemed unaware of.

“I can’t say I’m looking forward to helping these passengers unboard at the end of their journeys,” I.ngo laments. He reaches down as best he can to cup the bottom of his stomach and heft it up. It makes the whole thing slosh noisily.

“Hm…perhaps a trip to C.astelia City is in order,” E.mmet muses aloud. He puts one hand to his chin, the other still drumming over his gut. “Since the sewers will be their final stop, we may as well do our jobs as the Subway B.osses and take them there directly!”

I.ngo never liked going to the sewers for such business…mostly because of the smell. But they’ve had to do it the few times where they’ve over eaten and decided not to overburden any of the subway’s plumbing. He can only assume meals like these two will also require special disposal.

“Then we’ll have to prepare for travel soon,” I.ngo says. “If we wait until the last minute, we’ll miss the departure time and ruin the schedule!”

...

Even though it was only the next city over, the trip to C.astelia City still took some time. I.ngo had made the right call in leaving as soon as possible. By the time the brothers had entered the sewers, their stomachs had shrunk considerably and most of the boiling sludge inside had been pumped through and processed by their bowels.

Now, the twins were squatting down together, pants pulled down as their bare asses hung over the edge of the sewers’ walkways. E.mmet had also made the right call in directly depositing their messes in the sewers rather than a bathroom. The thick logs that squeezed out of them seemed near endless, coming out several feet at a time and splashing into the sewage down below.

It was a lengthy process, made even more difficult by the bulky bones the two were forced to pass as well. Very little had actually been broken or handled by their stomachs. The full skeletons that were baked into the waste would be wonderful exhibits in N.acrene City’s museum if it weren’t for the aforementioned waste they were baked into. For now...the sewer systems would have to serve as the second best place to leave them.

A pleased sigh escapes E.mmet once he forces the last deluges of shit out, and a soft huff from I.ngo as he does the same. The twins stand up again and pull their pants back up. Their normally slim figures remain mostly the same, other than the soft pouches the two now have as stomachs. I.ngo lightly squeezes his own while E.mmet drums his fingers on his.

“It seems even our efficient digestive systems weren’t able to fully process these meals!” E.mmet comments as he gets his belt clasped shut again. His uniform fits over his stomach just fine, but there’s a notable curve in his middle even with his clothes on.

“I still wonder what kind of P.okemon they were,” I.ngo says as he does the same. He adjusts his cap and looks over the edge of the walkway. The two massive piles of shit stick out of the sewage water, a couple of bones visible from both, with black scales in one and white tufts of fur in the other. Two giant skulls rest near the top, staring up with hollow eyes as the Subway B.osses. They’ll eventually get washed away with everything else, just like everything that winds up in the sewers.

“Perhaps they’re native to another region!” E.mmet suggests. “Gear S.tation is veeeeery popular with trainers all around the world, after all. It’s not every day we get to have something exotic!”

“Mmm...” I.ngo isn’t fully convinced, but it hardly matters at this point. Whatever those P.okemon were, they aren’t now. They’re just heaps of dung stinking of the sewers. “...let’s go before the smell of this place sticks to us.”

“Understood!” E.mmet salutes before quickly walking towards the stairs with I.ngo in tow. “Since we’re here, let’s get C.asteliacones for dessert! My lunch was veeeeery spicy, and it’s making me crave something cool and sweet!”

“We have time for an extra stop,” I.ngo agrees with a nod. “Two cones then. But let’s not wander off the track more than that.”