#raihanvore

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I have a story prompt featuring Lance, Raihan and Leon. OV and regular digestion (no mention of bones)

Raihan features Lance on his stream, having Leon tied up for him to eat. Lance does so and lets Leon digest, while Raihan is rubbing his stomach. Then Lance decides to go for a second course, which Raihan doesn't anticipate. Inside Raihan finds Leon barely conscious and mostly digested except for him chest and pretty face, a fate Raihan will now share soon.

Oh, hey, I like this idea for sure! I can definitely do something with it.

The first thing the stream captures is R.aihan's smiling face. "Hey, we've got a real special stream today for all of you! A surprise guest star is showing up--meet my fellow dragon tamer, L.ance!" R.aihan slings his arm around the other man's shoulder, pulling L.ance in close so their faces are both in screen. L.ance looks...unimpressed and even a little annoyed by it, but he says nothing.

The camera moves back, showing more of the room the two men are in...as well as the third 'guest': L.eon, arms tied behind his back and a cloth over his mouth. He's not so lucky to get an introduction. Everyone knows who he is, and they know why he's in such a position.

R.aihan continues to show off his sharp teeth to the camera in a big grin. "Since a fellow dragon tamer was giving a surprise visit to G.alar, I thought I'd treat him to the local food! So, L.ance, you ready to eat?"

L.ance crosses his arms, expression stony as always. A deep, draconic growl roars up from his stomach. It was all the answer anyone needed and it seemed to make L.eon squirm a bit harder in his restraints.

"Glad to hear it!" R.aihan chuckles. He goes over to L.eon, grunting a bit as he hoists the wiggly man up bridal style. "Well...the food doesn't get much more local than our resident 'unbeatable champ'! So open wide, L.ance! Time to send him down to your dragon's hoarde!"

L.ance rolls his eyes just a bit, clearly not as interested in the theatrics that come inherent to doing one of R.aihan's shows. Still, his jaws do open wide, practically steaming with heat as they do. The camera makes sure to get a good shot of them as R.aihan comes in with the meal. It takes a bit of work, but he manages to force L.eon's bound legs into L.ance's jaws. As soon as his feet slide in, a thick gulp rings out, and it's already over.

L.eon's muffled yelling is the only other noise over the thick, steady gulping of L.ance's gullet. The champ is sinking down nearly a foot at a time, the tight throat clearly well practiced on such large meals. He's up to his knees...then his waist...his chest...his shoulders...the camera gets a good look at his head framed in L.ance's jaws, eyes wide and panicked, before a final gulp sends him down and those teeth snap shut like a vice.

L.ance's gut juts out from under his shirt with a wet slosh, L.eon's curled-up form clearly defined by the stomach walls. L.ance gives his chest a solid thump and belches deeply, hot air fogging up the camera for a moment. Leon's cape comes up halfway, and with a tug, it's pulled out and hits the ground with a wet splat.

R.aihand laughs and gives L.ance's stomach a few pats. "Man, you really put him away! Let's see if that unbeatable champ can beat a dragon tamer's stomach acids!" The defined bulge is wiggling around already, making L.ance's stomach slosh and wobble. It's rather clear that it's working hard and fast--already his hands are shoving around and his muffled voice is a bit louder than it should be. If those restains have already come undone...it's unlike the rest of L.eon will last very long in there.

R.aihan's rubbing doesn't do him any favors, either. His hands are kneading in deep and hard, working on those tough bulges and keeping L.eon somewhat in place. If L.ance was enjoying the attention, he didn't let that show on his face. He just stood there, arms crossed, intense gaze aimed down at R.aihan as if he were considering something. But under R.aihan's hands, L.eon was melting down, the bulges getting softer and less defined. The whole gut seemed to be shrinking in on itself, losing its shape and becoming rounder.

R.aihan finally gives the gut a rough smack, making the whole thing bounce and wobble. It's about half the size, and it works out a dragon's roar from L.ance as he belches out. R.aihan laughs and turns to face the camera again. "And there you have it, folks! Looks like the J.ohto camp outclasses ours by a long shot! Now he's just part of another dragon's hoard! But hey, at least we know G.alar food is top-notch, right?"

Behind R.aihan, L.ance is finally moving, coming in closer from behind. "It just goes to show that us dragon tamers are always su--" With a greedy chomp, L.ance is on R.aihan, engulfing his head and shoulders in an instant. He forces the other man's arms down and begins to take wet gulps, his head dipping lower. He disappears from the camera frame for a second before suddenly swinging back into view. He's got his head tipped back, already at R.aihan's waist, and is now wetly slurping down the kicking legs hanging from his jaws.

The camera catches R.aihan's twitching feet in L.ance's jaws. A thick gulp sucks them down and his teeth snap shut a second time. His gut has bloated out once more with a very wet slosh as R.aihan drops in on whatever's left of L.eon. While the camera can't see it, it's likely not a pretty sight. The gut is half full of a thick, meaty sludge that certainly used to be the champ's body. He's mostly submerged in it, only his chest and head left really, and now R.aihan is sitting up to his chest in the muck as well. He'll be joining it, soon.

The camera fogs up again as another roaring belch hits it. R.aihan's headband flies out, striking the phone and making it flutter around. It gives L.ance the chance to catch it from the air. He looks down at the phone with a frown...but it's soon replaced with a very confident smirk. "If this is really the best of the best in G.alar...then it's better off digested anyway. Might have to do something about the rest of the gym leaders around here. Though...I'm not one for an audience." L.ance isn't sure how to turn the stream off and he doubts R.aihan will tell him. So he'll improvise.

The camera gets a good, close shot of the man's gullet. Steaming breath fogs up the screen every time he breaths out, and the muffled yelling of R.aihan down below can almost be made out. Then L.ance's teeth snap down and the phone crunches, cutting off the feed for good.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

One of my favorite things in vore is bondage.

Could you do some prompts of Pokemon men like Raihan, Leon and Lance having their prey tied up as they swallow them and belch up empty restraints?

I can definitely do something for that! Bondage isn't a strong preference for me, however, I adore it when predators hack up some kind of empty restraints because their prey melted right out of them.

"Wait, w-wait, wait, wait!" The Team R.ocket grunt squirms around and yells out, but nothing he's done it working. His feet were lowered into L.ance's jaws and the gulping has begun, starting to suck him down. He pulls on his arms but the handcuffs he was put in are keeping them behind his back. The cops had walked off to get the rest of the grunts who were deeper in the facility with L.ance left to watch him--the grunt had been pissed about that, but he didn't think it'd get this bad. He's already up to his knees and the champion is still swallowing. "You can't do this! Let me go! Dammit!" The grunt thrashes more, pulling on his arms with no luck. L.ance is getting up to his waist, swallowing steadily, barely paying any attention to the yelling and thrashing of his prey. He just starts working up the grunt's stomach, his hands going down as well and making it harder for him to resist. The grunt's screams are going unanswered and he's starting to realize it's really just him and L.ance. And he's already chest deep in L.ance. "They're going to be back soon!" the grunt yells as L.ance gulps again. "And they're going to m-make you spit me up! So...So you better just do it now before you regret it!" Another wet gulp and the grunt realizes his chin is resting on L.ance's tongue. He's looking out, vision framed by teeth. "W-Wait, don't--" A final swallow sends him down, muffled screaming sinking into L.ance's body as the grunt is forced down into his stomach. L.ance lets out a soft sigh, a very unimpressed look settled on his face. "The worst kind of prey...the kind that won't stop talking but can't fight back." He stares down at his stomach, still frowning. His usual abs are bloated around the distinct shape of a human being curled up inside. Anyone who saw him like that would absolutely know what he'd done. L.ance bears his teeth a bit, focusing all of his energy down on his stomach. It begins to boil loudly, and the grunt inside begins to squirm and let out muffled screams. And then L.ance's stomach begins to condense and reduced, the grunt effortlessly boiling away in the champion's stomach. A desperate wail of agony turns into thick bubbling and churning and L.ance's gut grows smaller and smaller. He soon lets out a deep, thick belch, his breath steaming a bit as the taste of the grunt comes back up. A pair of handcuffs fly out of his jaws and hit the ground with a clatter, dripping in more steaming drool. It was the only thing that had survived his stomach, the rest of the grunt melted down--bones and all. "Weakling..." L.ance picks up the cuffs just in time for the officer to return with several more, all similarly handcuffed. L.ance's stomach lets out a low growl when he sees them, that need to snuff out weaker, worthless beings overtaking him. "I'll take them from here," the champion assures, taking the grunts off of the hands of the officers. There are plenty of isolated places nearby he can go to eliminate them. "Oh. And these belong to you." He passes the still slimy handcuffs back to the cops, leaving them a little confused as L.ance walks off with the rest of the grunts. He'll make sure to deliver those handcuffs back to the authorities, too. Right after he melts these grunts out of them.

"And...done." With a final tug, R.aihan has the rope firmly tied around the wrists of his lucky guest star--a viewer selected at random for his next video. He loved that nervous look on their face. He looks to his R.otom phone, wearing a toothy grin and drooling just a little. "Now, you all remember the deal, right? If you want to see today's lucky guest survive the dragon's chamber, you need to hit the donation mark! And then I'll give this rope a good tug," R.aihan tugs on the rope for emphasis, "and pull him back out. Donations will start just as soon as he's put away. So..." With a greedy slurp of his lips, R.aihan's fanged maw opens wide and he shovels his meal's feet into his jaws. His phone floats around him, making sure to get all the best angels of the guest star sinking deeper and deeper into the g.ym leader's boiling stomach. It was rare anything every came back out of there alive--people didn't even get the honor to add to R.aihand's figure. His stomach was so intense, so powerful, that is left no trace of his meals behind. R.aihan always loved that, even if it didn't make his prey feel much better about their imminent demise. The phone gets a good look into R.aihan's jaws, his fangs framing the face of the man who's quickly beginning to regret his choices. His tongue slurps up over the man's face as tears prick his eyes and he pushes it down, careful not to gulp too hard so that the end of the rope can continue to hang from his jaws. "Alright, everyone! He's all put away in the dragon's chamber! Let's get those donations rolling in! Show me if you want to let this poor guy survive!" Just to keep the suspense up, R.aihan's phone makes sure not to get his gut in frame, focusing instead on his smug face and especially his drooling jaws. Donations are pouring in fast, but rarely are they from someone who cares about the safety of R.aihan's prey. They were timing him, wanting to see if his guts will mulch the innocent fan faster than they can hit the milestone. That's why it only takes ten minutes for R.aihan to hit the threshold and hs phone lets out a loud ping. R.aihan grins wide and grabs the end of the rope. "Alright, let's see if today's guest star survives or not..." He starts to pull the rope back up, going slowly and keeping his jaws open nice and wide for everyone to see. Before long, he pulls out the end of the rope...and there's nothing on it. R.aihan snaps his jaws shut and holds the dripping, slightly singed rope up for everyone to see. Then the phone pans down to his boiling pot belly which is losing inches by the second. "Too bad! What's-his-face died five minutes ago. Looks like he's just another soul for the dragon's hoard." R.aihan casually tosses the rope to the side, flashing another toothy grin to the camera. "Next week is going to be a big one, so keep an eye on your emails to see if you're going to be my next meal...I mean, guest. And remember...no one gets to survive the dragon's chamber." R.aihand gives the camera a roaring belch, his gut flattening out with a low grumble as it polishes off yet another adoring fan. And so long as stupid guys keep offering themselves put to him, R.aihan's never going to run out, either.

The big, warm smile on L.eon's face is betrayed by the cold, hungry glare in his eyes. He'd been beaten by a challenger--a very talented one, of course--and the champ had invited the victor into his private locker room to congratulate him. The poor thing hadn't sensed any malice at all in L.eon's behavior, so he'd been easily lured into the champion's trap. Now he was strung up in an empty room, just him and L.eon, and no one was coming. The wire hanging from the ceiling keeps his arms restrained, stuck above him while he sits on his knees. Just so L.eon can loom over him. "You did amazing out there," L.eon says, the friendliness in his voice still not reaching his eyes. "I bet you were excited to finally beat G.alar's unbeatable champion!" L.eon pauses, as if waiting for a response, but the gag in the other man's mouth ensures that the best he can do is make a muffled noise. "But I'm sure you've guessed by now...you're not the first trainer to beat me. But how can the unbeatable champion L.eon have been defeated before? Easy..." L.eon stoops down, getting on level with the man so he can lift up his legs. "...I just delete them from existence. No winner to take the mantle means that I stay unbeatable. There's no hard feelings, though. I love it when a trainer is able to take me on. But the region needs someone like me to keep them going...and you...aren't fit for that role. I'd say you can at least be there as a part of me from now on, but I can't have any evidence left behind, so there's not going to be any of you left. Gotta make sure nothing remains..." L.eon's jaws open wide, drooling in anticipation for another meal. When he engulfs the trainer's feet, he starts to let out muffled screams and thrashes around in his restraints. They always did, and not once has it saved them from a grueling demise in L.eon's stomach. he's lost track of how many times he's done this, how many victories trainers sank down into his gut to die. People would probably ask more questions if they didn't all love L.eon so much. Who would ever think he'd do something as horrible as kill off anyone who beats him? L.eon would never. The champion grins around his meal, gulping steadily, moving up his legs. He reaches the trainer's waist and starts to slide up his torso, taking in his stomach and then his chest. Once he's at the trainer's armpits, he stands up fully, slowly slurping in the man's head and then his arms. L.eon's gut stretches out before him, his skin-tight shirt forming around the human-shaped bulge settling in his middle. The champion grins when the last of his meal slides in, that wire still sticking out of his jaws. He never gets tired of that feeling when the full weight of a person settles in his stomach...or this next one, when his gut kicks into overdrive, eagerly ready to scrub an entire man's existence off the face of the earth. L.eon lets out a belch as his gut roars to life, muffled screaming and weak squirming making his gut slosh around. But it's already shrinking, growing smaller, getting softer, melting and mulching an entire human being down as if he were nothing more than a plate of curry. When he's got a nice, soft pot belly that's slowly sinking back into his flat abs, L.eon pulls the wire out of his mouth and lets it drop. There's nothing on it other than some slick slime that'll dry off in a few minutes. L.eon pats his stomach and lets out a deep belch, the last screams of his prey nothing more than a satisfying blast of gas for him. "And so the unbeatable champion remains unbeaten..."

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Could you do some OV or CV prompts with Lance from Pokemon as pred? Maybe something with Raihan and Leon as prey?

Sure I can!

"Is that really the best you've got? And you call yourself a D.ragon tamer?" L.ance was unimpressed. He'd gone to other regions to try and find other powerful trainers who could train Dragon P.okemon much like him. Even if he was merely a g.ym leader, he'd expected more of R.aihan, but L.ance had absolutely wiped the floor with him. Now, he literally has the other man on the floor, having forced him down on his hands and knees to 'apologize' to him. But L.ance had other intentions for this act. "You're not even close to my level. That's why...you're not even worse adding to my body." The comment makes R.aihan look up, getting a good view of L.ance's cock just before it engulfs his head. L.ance groans, closing his eyes and focusing as he lets his cock gulp the other man down. He has no respect for a so-called expert in D.ragon types who falls so easily to him. R.aihan will be much better off wasted in a moment of pleasure--it's the least he could do after such a disappointing show. R.aihad does try to squirm around and resist, but he can't do much from the floor, and once his shoulders and chest are slurped up, there's no chance for him to get back out. All that his kicking really manages to pushing himself deeper by mistake while trying to find some leverage on the floor. L.ance growls softly as he feels thrashing legs slurp into his cock. R.aihan squeezes through his member and then sloshes down into L.ance's balls, letting them hang in the air just above the ground. "There...finally put in your proper place..." L.ance starts rubbing along his shaft, moaning out as he enjoys himself. R.aihan does his best to thrash and yell, but it's no use--Lance's nuts are a boiling pit, much like his stomach, and R.aihan's form is already melting down into a thick, white cream. All his resisting does is help the process move along faster. L.ance's cock is leaking heavily as he churns down the other D.ragon trainer, and before long, R.aihan's entire form has been claimed and reduced to a thick sludge. It only takes a few more strokes before L.ance throws his head back and roars, his cock firing off gallons of cum into R.aihan's private locker room. He coats everything in a thick, white sheen, his cock splattering what's left of R.aihan around the room. Bones occasionally fly out as well, sticking to whatever surface they strike, and R.aihan's clothes do the same, ending up plastered to the wall in an instant. It takes several minutes for L.ance to finish, leaving him panting and sweating as he cock dribbles with the last bits of its meal. The stink of musk fills the room, and L.ance carefully wipes his cock clean with the end of his cape before stepping out. He's satisfied that R.aihan is now in a much more appropriate form, and he'll be keeping an ear out for the news when someone does finally find what's left of him. Hopefully there are more worth trainers than this one or else L.ance might be making a few more messes in other regions, too.

With a harsh rumble, L.ance's stomach announces that his meal has been finished. He thumps his chest and lets out a massive belch, a bit of steam leaking from the edges as a Charizard skull flies out. it clatters to the floor in front of its trainer, L.eon, the only thing left of his prized P.okemon now that L.ance had finished demolishing it. The champion had been cocky, thinking his C.harizard would stack up against L.ance's in a one-on-one. He was wrong, and he learned the hard way that L.ance isn't one to battle casually. Every match with him is life or death, and now that the losing C.harizard has been digested, it was his turn. L.eon can't find the energy to resist as he's pulled forward, forced to stare into the yawning jaws his P.okemon had disappeared into not long before. Then he's diving in, head first, with L.ance sending him deeper with each thick gulp. C.harizard had disappeared effortlessly down the his gullet, and L.eon proved to be even easier, not resisting at all as he's legs are slurped up and he's bulging out the D.ragon tamer's guts. "Hmph...are all of the high-class trainers here like this?" L.ance asks, staring down at his stomach as he wipes some drool from his mouth. "All talk and no bite...that's the type of behavior that dragons exploit. That's why your C.harizard lost--he wasn't trained to be a real dragon like mine. He made a fine meal, at least. Just like you." L.ance rubs his stomach as it roars to life. It takes little effort for his body to melt down live beings--he's trained it on a diet of unruly and lesser D.ragon types--and the lack of resistance from a defeated L.eon only serves to make it that much faster. His gut steadily softens up, melting the champion down in only a few minutes. Then it starts shrinking back, pumping him away to fuel L.ance on. It's lets out a low rumble when its finished and L.ance thumps his chest to let out a roaring belch. L.eon's skull flies free, clattering to the ground and rolling up against the C.harizard's skull. L.ance looks down at the two before turning away and leaving. Not even worth keeping as trophies. Someone else can pick up the trash.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Did my ask get messed up? Or did you decide not to post it? The one about rapid digestion with Pokemon guys.

Sorry if I missed something, I'm still kinda figuring out Tumblr and the whole ask thing.

I made a mistake! But I'll use this ask correctly. And I'll do L.ance, L.eon, and R.aihan! I know this ask is a bit old by now though so sorry if I forget any further specifications you initially had.

L.ance had waited until the trainer left before he turned his attention to his new goal. His D.ragonite had helpfully collected every Team R.ocket member that he could find still hiding in the building. The champion looms over them, arms crossed and frowning. There were at least five of them here now, the rest having scurried off like the vermin they are. Oh well, five will do. He grabs the first one by the front of the shirt, lifting him right off the ground. The grunt kicks and groans, still dazed from when D.ragonite knocked him around. "If this is the best Team R.ocket can do, then I may as well take the liberty of snuffing you out personally." His jaws yawn open, his stomach letting out a rumbling roar of hunger. The grunt lets out a scream just before his head is engulfed, the other four forced to watch as L.ance swallows a man whole. The buttons on his shirt pop off as his belly swells out, filling with the distinct shape of the grunt. L.ance keeps the serious expression on his face as he swallows down a pair of feet, the grunt now curled up in his gut. His belly lets out another roar and the grunt inside screams. It's quickly drowned out by a deep boiling, like the pits of a volcano. L.ance's gut steadily loses its shape, the defined form of the grunt inside reduced down to a round orb in a matter of seconds. It keeps shrinking, getting smaller and smaller, until his stomach is flat again. The champion thumps his chest and lets out a deep belch, a singed cap flying from his jaws and hitting the ground before the remaining grunts with a wet splat. His hand gently roams along his abs. "To be so thoroughly brunt away that nothing remains...I hope you all understand the power of my draconic hunger now. There will be nothing left." Lance's eyes burn with hunger and fury as the grunts scream for help. In five minutes, those screams are gone, the only noise coming from the underground base being the occasional rumbling belch. No grunt lasted any longer than the last, L.ance's stomach effortlessly burning their very beings away into nothing. It's the only fate he finds suitable for these men. After spitting out another hat, which lands with the pile of four, him and D.ragonite leave. He's sure the trainer from before can handle things just fine from here...but L.ance will make sure he burns up the scraps until nothing remains.

"W-wait, I changed my mind!" the fan cries out desperately. His vision is framed by sharp teeth and he's staring at his own face through R.aihan's phone screen as the gym leader streams the live footage. When he came by for one of the celebrity's streams, he knew exactly what was waiting for him and had been excited. But now, with the outside world so close to sinking away, he's realized how stupid of an idea this is. "Please let me--" A gulp rings out and sharp teeth snap down. The fan sinks down, his full body curling up in R.aihan's stomach. The man opens wide for the camera again, breathing out a sigh with a big grin. "Sorry 'bout that, but...it's the same warning everyone gets. There's no escaping the dragon's lair." He focuses his phone down on his belly, bloated out in his lap with the man curled up inside. His hoodie has ridden up to fully expose the curled-up lump his current meal is making. Muffled cries don't make it far enough to be understood. R.aihan rubs along his gut with one hand while the other starts the timer. "Alright, let's see if you're going to be the record breaker! In three...two...one!" The timer starts and the man lets out a loud scream, pushing out as much as he can. R.aihan's gut bulges with imprints of the man's hands and face stretching it out. They're gone almost instantly, sinking right back in as his broiling guts melt everything in an instant. His belly shrinks as those bulges soften, making the gym leader groan as he feels the full process. His gut flattens out again and he belches as he stops the timer. "...we did it, guys! That's the sub-three seconds we've been looking for! Congratulations to uh...what's his face for being the new record holder!" R.aihan grins for the camera as he smacks his gut, letting out another steaming belch. "You guys know what that means. The dragon has a victory to celebrate, and he's going to come hunting. I'll see you all soon!" He flashes his maw to the camera one last time before ending another successful stream.

The cheering crowd drowns out any sound L.eon's stomach made. The G.alar champion is celebrating yet another victory by putting the failed gym challengers to use--well, the ones that the other leaders didn't snack on first. Each one is left standing in the field, shame and nervousness clearly written across their faces. L.eon's already tanked the first one and he went down screaming. The champion's stomach flattens out almost instantly, though, as the powerful acids melt the trainer down in seconds. All that's left of him is the belch the next trainer gets in the face as those yawning jaws take him in head first. He went down with more grace, not even kicking as he's slurped up, and L.eon's belly demolishes him just as fast. He's gone by the time the champ has grabbed the next one. The crowd cheered it on all the while, always loving the show that their beloved champion put on for them, even if it's only a few minutes long. After only a few minutes, L.eon has slurped down the legs of the tenth and final trainer. His belly groans heavily and quickly loses shape, returning to its usual flat shape in a matter of seconds. L.eon thrusts his fist into the air and lets loose a massive belch that echos out over the crowd. All it really does is make them cheer louder, though. By the end of the week, no one would ever remember those aspiring trainers' names, let alone be thinking about them at all. In the end, L.eon won, and those losing trainers served their purpose as a quick and easy victory meal for the reigning champ. And like there rest, L.eon's body made sure it was like they never existed at all.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

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.

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Hi! love you works

May i ask for a prompt or a story with champion L.eon eating prey R.aihan (oral + disposal)

Thank you in advance

Yeah I bet I can do that! It's a fun idea for sure.

Okay, so maybe he got a little cocky as his time as the strongest gym leader in the region. Could you blame him? He was the one that always wiped out the most trainers during the gym challenge and he had a large fanbase always getting him riled up and bloating his ego. Of course, that leads to him trying to take on the unbeatable champ and his long-time rival!

Maybe the bet was R.aihan's biggest mistake in all of this. He was live-streaming the event and he really wanted to show off to all of his fans. So making them get excited by the idea of him churning up that unbeatable gym leader? It would have been great! But even all these years later, he still couldn't defeat L.eon, and now he had a bet hanging over his head that both his rival and his fans won't let him out of.

He knew his R.otom phone was still recording as L.eon ended up pinning him to the floor. Staring down into that dark gullet yawning before him just made him freeze. He's done the same thing to lots of trainers before but he never thought he was going to be on the receiving end of it. "L.eon, wait--" The champ chomps down over his head before he could even finish pleading.

All the comments were cheering things on as L.eon greedily wolfed down his friend. R.aihan kicked around as much as he could, but that didn't amount to much. L.eon made sure to show off the gym leader's ass to the camera, framed by his teeth, before throwing his head back with a few more wet gulps to send the kicking legs slipping down into his gut. It bloats out under him with a slosh, working out a slimy belch from the champ.

L.eon got up and stretched with a grin, wiping some drool off his chin. R.aihan was putting up a good fight in his stomach, bulging it out as he squirmed and pushed around. "Don't like the bet so much now that it's you in the digestive tract, huh?" He pats his gut a few times. Then he grabs it and sloshes it heavily with both hands, stirring up his meal and giving the camera feed a nice look into his jaws as he belches wetly, trying to mimic the roaring ones his rival had been so well known for. "Sorry, but nothing beats the unbeatable champ!"

R.aihan's digestion was streamed live for everyone, his phone making sure to get all the best shots of the various bulges he made or when he worked out a thick belch from L.eon. The champ's gut worked pretty well, though, and in just a couple of hours, R.aihan finally stopped moving. He pushed down on his gut and his hands sank in with a much slimier belch. "Heh, I'm getting better at those dragon belches, huh? R.iahan's doing great at helping me out with those!" He flashes a grin to the camera as his guts churn wetly.

After another hour of his stomach steadily shrinking down and pumping the gym leader through his bowels, he wiggled his shorts down and turned around to show off his ass to the camera. "Alright, looks like it's time for R.aihan's last show. Give him a big welcome, guys!" He spreads his ass for the camera and pushes.

The gym leader starts sliding out again in thick logs that pile up under L.eon for everyone to see. Bones and acid-tattered clothes broke up the dark browns of the waste. His jacket was one of the easiest things to make out in the muck, at least until his skull topped off the pile.

A happy sigh came from L.eon and he tugs his pants back up his fattened ass, looking back at the camera to grin and strike a pose. "And that's the power of the unbeatable champ. Anyone who wants to give it a shot, get ready to join R.aihan here in the future!"

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

please some himbos from sword and shield! milo, leon, and raihan. prompts with digestion and disposal, maybe excessive belching or belly noises if that’s okay

Yes! This is the content I'm here to deliver--incredibly self indulgent specifically to me. And for context, just to be on the same side, any time I mention "trainers" assume they are at least 18 years old.

M.ilo smiled sheepishly as the battle finally came to an end. Being the first g.ym leader, it isn't too often that he's able to beat a challenger--after all, he has to use his g.ym team for it, so he can't go all out like he would in a real battle. But every so often he was able to beat a trainer. Someone who was too cocky and thought they could sweep him with one P.okemon, or just really weren't cut out for battling. And, well, he was more than happy to put trainers like that to some real use! After all, a huge guy like him needs a lot of protein, especially when working on the farm. So once they've both gone back stage again, he strikes and he strikes fast, devouring the trainer on the spot before they even have a chance to yell. His abs bloat out with another man dropping inside to squirm and cry out for mercy, but all he'll get in response is a deep belch from M.ilo and some smacks to his gut. He was a bit more shy about eating trainers compared to the other g.ym leaders. He didn't want people to think he was some greedy, scary pred after all! It's not like he was, either! He just...thought that trainers that can't cut it should at least be able to do something with their lives and help him get bigger and stronger and keep him fueled is better. He does get flustered if people notice how heavily his gut is gurgling or moving around, especially if it happens during a battle. And the gas he gets is so embarrassing. He still remembers that time he belches up someone's shoe in the middle of a battle. But despite it all, he's happy. And at least he'll have some more fertilizer for the fields in the end and the energy to tend to them!

If there was anyone known to be a showboat about his victories, it was R.aihan. He's the last hurdle before trainers get to face before they're up against the unbeatable champion, and he makes sure to relish in every last moment of glory he gets! He'll make sure only the best of the best get to face L.eon! So when he does win, he makes a real show of it to soak up all the attention he can. He'll take down trainers right there in the field, devouring them feet first so they can really yell and plead with him. He'll even make sure his phone gets the money shot, the faces of panicked trainers framed by his jaws just before the last swallow happens and they're sucked down the hatch and reduced to a bulge in his gut. He'll let out roaring belches for the crowd that rival his D.ragon types' roars and he'll make sure to shake up his gut so the entire crowd can hear the way it gurgles and churns around his catch. If he's feeling especially cocky that day, he'll even drop down in the middle of the field and dump the trainer back out onto the ground for the crowd to watch. They always seem to go wild when he does that and it absolutely fires him up for the next battle.

No one gets attention like L.eon gets attention, though. His ever expanding waistline is something people always seem to talk about as their unbeatable champion takes down trainer after trainer coming for him. He gets more fanfare than any trainer, too, even if he might not make a total show out of it like his old rival might. Trainers that can't beat the unbeatable don't get a second chance one he snaps them up and slurps them down, assuming one of the g.ym leaders didn't get a second chance at a meal. He was more than happy to meet fans afterward and take interviews, even as his gut bounces and slosh around with a lively meal, making thick gurgles and heavy churns pick up over his own voice. And it's not uncommon for him to belch into someone's face halfway through talking, just for him to go right back to what he was saying with a few lazy pats to his gut. And of course, there was the disposal. Being such a huge celebrity, he could go just about anywhere any time and people would practically praise him for it. Made things easier for a guy so on the move, at least, to just let trainers out when he needs to. He knows some day there'll likely be a trainer to beat him and he'll be the one in someone's tank, but until then, he's more than happy to be such an inspiration to everyone...and the food ain't half bad, either.