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The Ditto's Dinner	By : newenglandee Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3048 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Ditto Dinner
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The small, pink blob slunk through the bushes outside the hospital, groaning somewhat, stubby little psueopods rubbing over its belly as it sighed. It was so, SO hungry. It hadn’t eaten anything in over three days, and it was positively starving. The problem with Dittos was that in their early levels, they were absolutely awful at imitating other Pokemon. The eyes always gave it away. No matter how many times Ditto had tried to poof into other Pokemon, to imitate Rattatas and Pidgeys and even the occasional Magikarp…they always, ALWAYS figured out it wasn’t one of them. There was something decidedly noticeable about a Pokemon who looked exactly like you…but with beady little eyes that DEFINITELY didn’t match.

Imitation might have been the sincerest form of flattery, but it didn’t mean much if you couldn’t properly imitate what you wanted. So Ditto was now left starving, trying to scramble through human garbage cans, hoping to find something to eat. Occasionally a human would leave behind a fairly intact sandwich or the like, but for the most part…Ditto had next to nothing. Luckily for him, Ditto was quite close to a delightful scent that filled the “nostrils” within his pinkish frame, and he slunk closer and closer to it, shimmying up to a window and peeking in. A distinct crack had been opened in the window by a very foolish new female who was working the night shift. She was smoking a cigarette and blowing it out the side of her mouth, the smoke slinking out of the crack.

But Ditto didn’t have beady little black eyes for her. Sure, she was quite lovely in appearance, with supple breasts, hair done into a clean cut, wearing a pale blue scrub uniform of top and pants with green rope ties to hold the pants up. She had faint pink lips, and had a nice aroma about her that indicated she had bathed in Sitrus Berry body bath wash, but what Ditto noticed even more than this intriguing human was what she was looking over. Rows upon rows of beds lined up in back of her, and Ditto’s little black eyes bulged out.

All of them were filled, there were a dozen children there. All babies, from the looks of it, indicating this was clearly a maternity ward. Ditto’s eyes widened as he realized he now had an easy way to gain nourishment. It carefully slunk in through the crack, the nurse yawning, seemingly the only one working ON the night shift as she extinguished her cigarette into a tray on a little table nearby. She was utterly unaware of the Ditto slinking into the room through the window behind her…getting closer.

With a THWOP, a pink tendril wrapped itself tightly around her neck as she let out a gasp, another tentacle engulfing her and wrapping around her mouth. Even more pinkish tendrils shot forth, enveloping her arms, holding them outwards so that she couldn’t punch away at him. A thick, powerful wetness began to carefully creep up her body, slinking over her frame and feeling over her breasts as it happily murred and moaned, feeling over them. How lovely!

The woman’s screams were being powerfully muffled as more and more of her sank into the Ditto, deeper and deeper was she drawn into the amorphous blob, like being sucked down into a pile of wet pillows. Slapping and sucking faintly echoed through the air as she got slurped up down into the jelly of the Ditto, her form only faintly visible through the light of the moon that bathed down through the window the Pokemon had snuck in through. She was pulled in with increased speed, helpless, unable to escape as she finally was sealed away behind a wall of pink, leaving the world with a gigantic, final SCHALURK.

Now the Ditto had a big, woman-shaped bulge in its big, pink belly and it massaged over her, throbbing and pulsing on the interior. The Pokemon’s eyes closed in ecstasy as it tenderly got to work, letting out a little belch as it smiled. It patted its bulging stomach, enjoying the feel of the woman through its belly as it moaned in delight and savored every curve and bulge the human woman was providing it. It leisurely leaned back, its woman-shaped bulge being forced to curl up into a fetal position as Ditto calmly closed his eyes and got to work.

Bit by bit, the woman-shaped bulge began to smooth out, turning into a nice, firm little medicine-ball-shaped bulge as the Ditto let out a soft sigh, and then within a few more minutes, the ball began to shrink as the woman was absorbed further and further. At long last, its belly was completely and utterly flat once again, its form now nice and normal. Finished with this meal, it let out another sigh and then slunk its way up to the nearest bed where a little babe laid sleeping, Ditto looking down.

The child had no real hair yet, it was wrapped up in an adorable pink beanies, with a diaper to match. As the Ditto peered out across the room with its beady little black eyes, it saw all of them had lovely, cute little pink beanies on their bodies. It brought a smile to Ditto’s face as it’s psueopods reached down and gently lifted the sleeping babe up. D’aww. So cute! All pink and sweet, just like it was. It gently pressed the child up to its body feeling over the baby, stroking the human infant slightly with its little tendril arms, the child still fast asleep, quietly cooing in its slumber.

Ditto tenderly opened up its jaws, easing the little one down, down into the waiting purplish/pink abyss of its mouth. The little tyke continued to be pulled into its gooey gut, sinking further and further, being swallowed down. It was small, easy to gobble up, the Ditto savoring how sweet and juicy the little one felt as it was eased into its waiting mouth. More and more of the child slid tenderly down into the waiting jaws, making its way over the sleeping infant’s chest, then its head, giving it a tiny little push before it was sealed away inside its gut.

The Ditto rubbed over its slightly bulging belly, the baby still asleep, unable to move. It wasn’t really awake. It’s form was faintly aware of a sort of ticklish feeling that was sweeping over it. More and more of it bathed over the little babe, as it began to sink down, down. It wouldn’t feel a thing, the process was swift. Ditto didn’t have stomachs, really. Humans and Pokemon for the most part had internal organs, a stomach to digest and all that. But Ditto were just pure deoxyribonucleic acid, big pinkish globs of DNA able to manipulate their physical forms based on sight alone. And now the little one was going to become a part of it. After some more rubbing of its little belly, the child was gently absorbed into the Ditto as it let out a deep, long sigh.

Wonderful. Just wonderful. It felt so warm and full and happy. It just HAD to have more, they just tasted so wonderful, and they were so easy to swallow. It slithered its way over towards the next bed, and sniffed. Hmmm. Kind of stinky. This one had a dirty diaper. The Ditto blinked a bit, tilting its head, unsure if it wanted to eat one with a diaper like this, but…well, it was still so hungry. It ignored the diaper and opened up its jaws, easing the little babe into its waiting gullet, further and further. The child awoke, letting out a little gasp as it began to sink down, down into the waiting pinkness. Its little legs kicked before Ditto gave a final GLA-GULP, and the babe was tucked away, dirty diaper and all.

The Ditto swished the infant about in its jaws, rubbing over its stomach, softly murring. Hmm. Not even this was too bad, there was a spiciness to this one as it squirmed and struggled. It’s pinkish blobbish body worked over the tyke as it kept absorbing and digesting the little one, diaper and all, letting out a faintly spicy belch as a wave of gas wafted out of its jaws. It rubbed over its belly, now flat once again as it made its way to the next bed. It happily opened up its mouth, easing the next child up, swallowing it whole like a big, fleshy dumpling.

It moaned as it savored the oddly fruity flavor of this one. Evidently it was a girl. Its psueopod tongues danced over its little arms and legs, tickling it softly as it giggled in its slumber. Ditto smiled tenderly as it rubbed its baby-shaped belly bulge, patting the head as it murred and moaned, the belly beginning to smooth out, turning into a firm ball-shaped bulge, and then going smooth. It softly moaned, sliding its way to the next bed, continuing its buffet of babies. One by one, each slid on down, into its waiting jaws, all lovingly absorbed and digested, becoming a part of the Ditto forever.

At long last, after an hour of feeding, the Ditto was full. It slithered its way out of the maternity ward, going back out the window, the way it had come. It made its way back into the forest, sliding into a tree trunk that had fallen down, savoring the feeling of fullness. They had all tasted so wonderful, they’d been so easy to engulf. It hoped it’d be able to enjoy more meals like this. They were so sweet, so filling, so easy to catch, and it felt so nice guzzling them down. It patted its belly once again, thanking the little ones for their tasty sacrifice. He could feel all their genetic material joining with him as he sighed. One day perhaps he’d split, and make more Dittos just like him.

They’d like that, he thought to himself, dreaming of the next time he’d get to enjoy himself, and dreaming of a large brood of dittos all made from beautifully delicious human babies.
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