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Lance continuing to vore the rest of Galar's Gym Leaders and also Rose.

I was wanting to build up to that! Definitely a sequel to this one.

L.ance remains about as unimpressed as he suspected he would be. After making due on his promise to check the other gym leaders in G.alar after he processed L.eon and R.aihan, L.ance can confidently say that they are sorely lacking.

M.ilo had been easily the least trouble. L.ance had wiped the farmer’s team with only his D.ragonite, even after telling him not to hold back. Given how fast the battle was, L.ance made sure the aftermath went by just as fast. Despite being taller, bigger, and likely stronger than him, L.ance effortlessly overpowered M.ilo and forced the leader’s head into his maw.

The only effort he took to work down was getting past M.ilo’s bulky shoulders. After that, it was easy to work down his thick chest and over his abs. The farmer’s ass was framed by L.ance’s jaws for a few seconds, but a thick gulp sucked it down, and then the man’s muscular legs are sent down after.

L.ance crosses his arms over his gut as the last gulp rings out. His abs bloat out again, sloshing wetly as his stomach surges forward. M.ilo is at least a rather heavy meal, so he’s doing something right. But his muffled pleas for a rematch fall on deaf ears, and his shifting and squirming only resulted in bulges stretching out L.ance’s gut harmlessly.

A mighty belch rings out, M.ilo’s hat flying from L.ance’s maw and splatting on the ground. He crosses his arms over his stomach and closes his eyes. His guts begin to broil and churn wetly, earning a muffled yelp from his prey. L.ance might have let his meal kick around a bit longer, enjoyed it more, but he’s on business right now. M.ilo is a bit too bulky a prey for L.ance to carry around though.

So, the dragon tamer’s gut begins to shrink down steadily. M.ilo kicks around, thrashing with all his might. And for his credit, it does earn a second booming belch out of L.ance. A sneaker flies out, bouncing along the ground. By then, though, L.ance’s gut was already a fourth the size smaller, and M.ilo was melting into a boiling slush. By the time it’s half the size, M.ilo’s great frame gives a final shudder before going slack, leaving L.ance’s gut round and sloshing.

By the time L.ance had walked out of the gym, his stomach flattens out again with a low gurgle, the farmer utterly dominated. L.ance had two more marks on his check list though, and he hopes they’re more impressive than the farmer had been. Or at least just as filling.

K.abu was a bit of a harder match, which is something L.ance was at least mildly impressed with. He still wiped the floor with the Fire-type gym leader, but it’s clear his age and experience keep him running smooth. Just not enough to defeat L.ance, which means K.abu is going to follow after his fellow gym leaders.

He didn’t fight it, though. L.ance hoisted the older man up and into his jaws, thick gulps sending him down. He’s a much easier meal than M.ilo had been. Two gulps, and L.ance is at K.abu’s thighs. So he tosses his head back and slurps him down. His abs stretch again, gurgling lightly as the gym leader settles inside. L.ance can respect a man understanding his place in the food chain, so while M.ilo got the quick end, K.abu was left to stew. L.ance’s gut would slosh around as he moved, shameless belches roaring out of him as he makes his way to the last gym he plans to test.

G.ordie had more confidence than L.ance really thought he earned. It didn’t last long. Perhaps it was watching his precious Rock types getting reduced to rubble. Or maybe it was because L.ance was digesting K.abu through the entire match, the detailed bulge steadily becoming rounder and smaller. Belching up one of the gym leader’s sneakers while commanding his P.okemon sure seemed to get a shudder out of G.ordie. It was enough to keep him too distracted from fighting well. Not a good look to L.ance.

So once, he’s wiped the floor with the man, it’s no surprise that G.ordie does try to leave. But L.ance’s gut is empty again, just a set of abs that are gurgling for more meat to boil. G.ordie is seized from behind, head engulfed in steaming jaws, and L.ance begins to pack the man away. Goride is a bit squisher than L.ance’s usual meal options, but that isn’t much of an issue for him. A bit of gnawing with his sharp teeth over G.ordie’s gut gets it down the hatch. It also makes the gym leader really kick around, but it was far too late for that. His thick legs are slurped down and he drops into L.ance’s stomach. The champion slurps along his lips as he rubs over his stomach. These gym leaders have done nothing to impress him...best make sure the one who put them in their position knows that...

When L.ance had gotten to Chairman R.ose’s office, his gurgling stomach has only just flattened out again, the last of G.ordie pumped away into energy. So R.ose doesn’t seem to suspect anything, greeting L.ance with a pleasant smile. He usually doesn’t accept walk-ins, but for the champion of both K.anto and J.ohto, he’ll allow it. Of course when L.ance decides to tell him what he’s thinking, all that comes out of his mouth is a streaming belch and G.ordie’s glasses, which clack and bounce on R.ose’s desk. Well...L.ance figures actions speak louder than words.

In five minutes, L.ance is kicking his feet up on the desk, sitting back in the chair R.ose had just been in. His desk is a bit of a mess, on account of L.ance dragging the man right over it and into his jaws. Oh well. He picks at his teeth a bit, his gut churning hard in his lap, already starting to smelt R.ose down. While he’s busy with that meal, L.ance is already considering ‘helping’ G.alar out. A bit of restructuring will probably do their gyms some good. And with R.ose and L.eon both out of commission for now...might as well do it himself.

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On the contrary to one of the recent asks. Could we get Rose gorging down some of Galar’s hunks? I’d imagine they’d gurgle down into some good belches and leave him needing a new suit

Hell yeah! I'll throw a few guys his way. Honestly don't remember what the recent ask in question is for this one.

It was time for some change. Chairman R.ose needed to do some revamping for the gym challenge and get rid of a few...problem characters. Luckily, he knew exactly how he wanted to handle that! His stomach growls out in agreement and he gives it a gentle rub to settle it down. They should start arriving soon.

The first one to come by is M.ilo, the big hunk of a man smiling politely as he walks into R.ose's office. The farmer clearly had no idea what he was in for. The chairman did his best to seem cordial and friendly, waiting for that perfect moment to strike. It came when he got M.ilo to reach over his desk for a handshake. R.ose takes his hand, then pulls hard, dragging the gym l.eader over his desk as he shovels that hand right into his jaws.

M.ilo screamed and tried to pull away, naturally, but R.ose's gullet proved stronger as that first thick gulp sucked M.ilo in up to his elbow. The farmer tried to get up again and pull away from the desk, but R.ose kept gulping, getting up to the shoulder and forcing M.ilo's head into his drooling jaws. The meal was easy from there as he gulps and slurps the hunk of beef down with greed. His already round stomach swells out, buttons popping off his suit as it quickly fails to hold onto his expanding gut. M.ilo makes quite a mess, knocking things off his desk and kicking a chair over, but those kicking legs are soon slurped up and he's forced down fully into R.ose's stomach.

R.ose leans back in his chair with a content sigh, his stuffed gut resting nicely in his lap while M.ilo thrashes around inside, begging to be let out. The chairman basks in the feeling of being so full of such lively prey for a good few minutes, but eventually, he has to do something about all of this. His appointments are all half an hour apart and he has some cleaning to do before the next man arrives. Some rubbing and kneading make M.ilo scream even louder, and it works out a few thick belches from R.ose. Eventually, all that thrashing settles down, and M.ilo goes silent with a few stray gurgles all to show for it. R.ose has an easier time moving around and cleaning up after that, though the size of his gut does get in the way a bit. By the time he's settled down again, M.ilo has gotten much softer and is well on his way to padding out the chairman's figure. Just in time for the next appointment.

K.abu is clearly more suspicious as he walks in. Seeing the chairman with an unusually engorged stomach, completely exposed given the lack of most buttons of his suit, seems to be setting off alarm bells for the fire-type gym l.eader. But he doesn't leave, either, instead sitting down. R.ose doesn't wait as long this time, meandering to the other side of his desk and carefully undoing his tight belt buckle. K.abu doesn't notice until the chairman's ass is coming down over his head, and by then, it's too late. With some moans and wet squelched, he's disappearing right up R.ose's bowels. The chairman slides down his torso with some wiggling and relaxes as he finds himself sitting comfortably. K.abu's legs kick around between his own, but a few flexes of his ass slurp those up and pack him away. He'll be left to squirm around in the chairman's bowels for a little while, but he'd be long dead by the time P.iers came by.

At this point, R.ose's gut is too large to really ignore, same for the fact that his suit is looking rather disheveled, now with his belt unable to close over his waist. R.ose tries to deflect and act like nothing is amiss, but his guts bubble wetly and he belches up M.ilo's hat. The facade drops rather fast and the rock star gets pinned to the wall by that stomach after trying to leave. P.iers got to scream for help just once before his head is engulfed and he's being greedily slurped down. Being so skinny, he makes for an easy meal, and he didn't survive too long in the caustic mixture of his fellow gym leaders. A bassy belch not five minutes later and he goes slack in the chairman's guts.

At that point, it's basically impossible to try and hide what he's done. When Gordie comes by, he immediately tries to leave, but R.ose pulls him back and begins to scarf him down just like the rest. He's another big meal like M.ilo, and R.ose knows he's going to be a real calorie bomb just like the farmer, but at this point he doesn't care at all. He just wants the man down the hatch and churning away. It takes some effort to hoist him off the ground, but once he does, R.ose is able to throw his head back and send his latest course down the hatch. His gut bounces and sloshes as G.ordie is dropped in and a nasty belch shakes the door in its frame as a pair of sunglasses fly out of the chairman's jaws.

This meal proved harder to melt, though, and R.ose was still trying to knead G.ordie into place when R.aihan walks in. Unlike the others who tried to run, the dragon-type gym l.eader opts to trying to fight R.ose. But with so much new weight to simply throw around, it doesn't take R.ose very long to knock R.aihan onto his back and smother him under his fattening ass. A bit of wiggling and a pop later, and R.aihan is left to thrash around like a madman as he's pulled into R.ose's ass. The chairman moans shamelessly, not caring anymore how he looks as he indulges in his greed. By the time he's standing up again, he's got a pair of kicking shins hanging from behind his cheeks. They get slurped up with ease while he discards his suit--at this point, he has no need for it. His gut is hanging heavily before him, bubbling up a storm with all that meat packed inside. G.rodie finally quit moving after getting thrown around and there's no chance R.aihan will last long in the chairman's grueling bowels. So there was only one man left to wait on.

L.eon barely makes it through the door before he's being manhandled. He's pulled in by the collar of his shirt and slammed into the wall, R.ose's gut pressing in on him to keep him down. He gets greeted with a wet belch in the face--he's the last meal on the list and R.ose can't wait any longer for it. He licks his lips, drooling as he watches realization hit L.eon. Then he engulfs the champion's head into his jaws and begins to guzzle him down like the rest. L.eon puts up a fight but it means little as the chairman waddles back to his seat, slurping up L.eon with ease. By the time he sits down, he's slurping up the champion's kicking legs, sending the last of him down the hatch and into his boiling tankard of a gut.

R.ose lets out a noxious belch, a dazed smile on his face as he relishes in his own absurd gluttony. L.eon squirms around for a bit but five gym l.eader's worth of gut sludge snuffs him out in no time. R.os drapes the champion's cape over his gut like a blanket, which he had managed to unclip while guzzling the champ down. No more meetings for today--he has a lot of processing to do, and that calls for a power nap.

The next day, he had to give a speech to the entire region about how sad it is that so many of the gym l.eaders and even their undefeated champion went missing. But of course, as the chairman, he was well on his way to finding suitable replacements in the meantime. No one even thought to question why R.ose seems to have grown so much heavier, his new suit still barely containing his gut on such short notice. No one would know that the missing gym leaders were still so close. And R.ose can't help but wonder if he can get away with this a second time.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

I got a request for ya if you're up to it. Decided to replay shield and got reminded of your milo prompts + story. So if you'd be down for some Milo, Chairman Rose, and Kabu eating 'mons with disposal?

Oh, yeah, this one does sound like fun! Gladly!

M.ilo puts a hand to his mouth as his gut let out a rumbling protest. The big guy didn't think he could get indigestion but it seems like he was proven wrong this time. In order to celebrate the coming of a new champion, a lot of the gym leaders were doing special shows and requests for fans. For M.ilo, that meant he was doing a special binging session where he'd eat as much as people brought him for a couple hours in an effort to break a record. He'd broken it, of course, after slurping down the kicking back end of a S.colpiede to add to the mass of P.okemon stewing and bubbling away in his bloated gut. But it seems he went to far. The twenty or so people who had been happily feeding their P.okemon to the gym leader not got to watch as M.ilo let out sickly belches and groans while trying to sooth his stuffed gut. Bulges of squirming beasts inside gave everyone a wonderful show of seeing his belly process so much live meat. In fact, as an extra reward for helping him beat the record (and mostly to help him deal with that protesting belly), he let the people that sacrificed their P.okemon to his guts to rub as well. With so many hands rubbing and kneading and pressing down on his gut, it helped it work much better, and all those squirming bulges steadily shrink and soften up as they're thoroughly processed. A finally booming belch that would ring out through the field of the gym finally signaled that M.ilo's stomach had settled and done its job as usual. The gym leader got a round of applause as he set to work on sending the helpful trainers home with his own brand of manure. He couldn't do much about teams getting mixed up, though, but he made sure each trainer got 6 bags of the muck to cart home for their own uses, each one filled with whatever was left of their once beloved Pokemon. M.ilo would wave them off, his body heavier than before after processing such a massive meal. He rubs over his heavy gut watching the last of the trainers leave. He'll definitely need to resize his gym uniform...it's starting to rip. But soon he'll be able to release some new trading cards for his gym at least!

With a final slurp of the dragon's fiery tail, C.hairman R.ose could sit back with a soft groan and relax. L.eon hadn't wanted to listen to him when he insisted on cancelling the match today so they can talk. But R.ose was a man of action! And this was a very important matter to him! So, if he can't convince L.eon, he'll force him. The chairman smiles, rubbing over his bloated gut and pushing down on the pissed off face of the Charizard bloating out his middle. A bubbling belch rumbles out of him and he smacks his lips. "Oh, that wasn't very becoming of me," he comments to no one in particular. Maybe to the Pokemon stuffed in his gut, but really, there's no chance they're listening. They're currently fighting for their lives, likely hoping in some vain effort that L.eon will come and save them before they can be digested. But R.ose is in his private quarters and there's no chance the champion will make it here before they can be saved. The chairman licks his lips again as he watches the P.okemon's futile attempts of escaping his gut, pushing and roaring as they fought to resist it. Stealing them off L.eon had been surprisingly easy. eating them all had been even easier. Surely with them out of the way, L.eon won't be able to fight at all, and then the two of them can sit down and really talk--no interruptions. Of course, that'll have to wait for later--for now, R.ose has a lot of processing to get done. It took a few hours but eventually, everything settled in. Even that roaring Charizard went soft on him, bubbling away into sludge like the rest of that team. R.ose lets loose another crass belch and pats his stomach. He does love it when things stay on a good schedule. Speaking of which, he'd be busy passing the whole lot of them come that evening, just before his rendezvous with L.eon. He was hoping to finish up before the man arrived, but the champion walked in just before he could be done. L.eon would walk in just in time to see his C.harizard's skull spreading the chairman's ass, adding to the mountain of dung the rest of the team had turned into. R.ose would quickly stand up straight and adjust his outfit, which hugged his fattened frame far too tightly. He puts on a professional smile as if the he didn't just take the biggest crap in his life. "L.eon, so good to see you. We have much to talk about. And I ensured there would be no interruptions. I hope you understand."

Being one of the oldest of the gym leaders, only beaten out by one other, K.abu was seen almost as a figure of authority among his peers despite the fact that he's not a native to the region. It was nice and he tried to keep their spirits up with his usual fiery personality. Of course, behind closed doors, he's training harder than all of them in an effort to remain on top. He wants to some day beat L.eon and he has to keep himself moving at 110% in order to do that. One of the ways he was doing that was...stomach training. He wanted to match his P.okemon and their furance-like guts in digestive prowess. the best way to do that is to send P.okemon down the hatch over and over until he was melting them at record times. Today, he was sitting in the locker room of his gym after a match, using a sauna he had in an effort to help his training. He'd taken the trainers he beat today aside and gotten their teams off of them one after another, and now he was able to spend a good few hours training his stomach on their weaker P.okemon. They went down the hatch one after another, each too tired to fight back against the predatory gym leader guzzling them down. K.abu's stomach steadily expands over time as his belly processes the P.okemon and pumps them away. By the time he was swallowing the last one, a hefty R.illaboom from a trainer that thought mindless grinding could be strategy, his guts had mulched, melted, and pumped the P.okemon away in just under ten minutes with a steamy belch all that it had to show for its life. By now, he had a pile of empty Pokeballs on the bench next to him, and his belly rested in his lap as a heavy pot gut that squished and wobbled whenever he moved. The gym leader was contemplating how to work all the new weight off when a sharp groan reminded him of the consequences of eating so much meat. He threw off his towel and squatted down in the center of the sauna, wincing as his body began to vacate the mass of waste his training had caused. By the end of it, he'd left a massive pile of crap sitting in the center of the sauna, filled with bones from the various P.okemon sacrificed to his belly. If he hadn't been sweating already, he certainly would be after that. He'll have to get someone to clean this all up for him...but he can't say he wasn't pleased with the end results. Now his gut would burn as bright as him.

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i noticed you had pokémon in that fandom ask, but would you happen to have any oral vore prompts for any of the characters from sword and shield? it's fine if you don't, i'm just curious! 👀

Sure! I think I'll use some of the guys I didn't touch on in my last P.okemon one, cause there are a few more guys in that game I like a lot.

P.iers shakes his head with a huff through his nose as he looked down at his gut. It looked almost comical hanging off of his gut, an entire person currently curled up inside. This is why he didn't use D.ynamaxing in his gym. Trainers in this region relied on it too much, just like this one. Without being able to get his P.okemon massive enough to strike down anything it fought, he had no other strategy, and his entire team got wiped out with ease. P.iers let out a sloppy belch, the sound ehcoing through the stadium due to it being caught by his microphone. His guts gurgle heavily as the trainer shifts weakly. Well, P.iers thought, this wasn't any serious loss. He knew that R.aihan or L.eon would end up defeating this guy if he hadn't, and he was always happy to be able to get a meal in over those two. He gives his gut a couple of lazy smacks as he goes waddling off from the cheering crowd, wanting to relax somewhere more privately to digest his meal. He knew he was going to get a pot belly off of this one.

K.abu took the final gulp, feeling his meal go splashing down into his gut. He lets out a groan and belches deeply. He hated having his meals in the crowds, unlike all of those younger trainers and gym leaders that simply seemed to soak up the attention. He was far too old for all of that. No, he liked the intamcy and privacy of sitting down in the locker room after a match and enjoying his meal somewhere he could relax. His guts shift and churn heavily and he belches agian. He huffs, lazily wiping his forehead with his towel. He knows it must suck to be curled up in his gut, knowing they were going to be melted down in there by his acids, but he wished the trainers would squirm less. He was only getting older here and active meals just made him gassier. Besides, indigestion was bad for both of them. He starts rubbing along his gut slowly, trying to help it along. Maybe he'd see if M.ilo could help him with this later.

A slight smirk rested on C.hairman R.ose's face as hsi guts seemed to finally settle down. He was always a bit of a chubby man, not that he ever minded, but the way his gut sat bloated and round before him was certainly something else entirely. Of course, it's only because his heft was being made by that lovely champion, L.eon. Their discussion hadn't been very productive, and R.ose felt like he had no other choice here. This was just the most logical decision. And while L.eon had certainly been resisting it before hand, the champ seems to have finally settled in to his way of thinking. He'd just need a few more hours to really process it all and they'd certainly be on the same page. R.ose belches, then lightly wipes his mouth with a napkin. His gut sloshed a he began to walk. "I'm so glad you can see things my way now, L.eon," he hums happily to his gurgling guts.