Trainer for the Garchomp gut (Patreon)

"Buuurrp" Garchomp belches, satisfied for once. Claws cradling his massive stomach, feeling full at last. "Hah, finally made you usueful," Garchomp tilts his head back and lets his tongue slip from his mouth as he pants with delight. His claws rub over his bloated stomach as it rests heavily between his haunches, "Right where a weakling like you belongs... I'll take good care of you now."