Yo, ya think that we could possibly get some more l.egendary p.okemon prey with d.isposal and g.utcrush maybe?
Love your stuff dude!
Yeah, I can definitely do that!
A.rchie can’t help but grin as he reaches the bottom of the cavern. Team Magma thought they were sooo smart, hiding away in here, as if it wasn’t the most obvious place to be! But of course, A.rchie found it regardless, pounded some losers, and now he’s here! He won’t let Maxie have his way. G.roudon...is going to be a problem no more.
Using the Red Orb he swiped, A.rchie feels the ground rumble as the mighty P.okemon rises from the lava before him. It’s massive, towering over him. Its eyes flicker between the grinning man and the orb in his hand. G.roudon lets out a mighty roar and stomps forward, leaning its head in to try and knock the human away.
A.rchie meets it with a ‘roar’ of his own, opening his jaws as wide as he can. He lunges forward at the same time, meeting G.roudon’s head--or specifically, its nose--with his open jaws. It’s really warm, of course, but A.rchie doesn’t mind. He’s been practicing for this. So he takes a good, hard swallow that drags in more of G.roudon’s muzzle.
G.roudon’s eyes widen as his head is suddenly half swallowed by the human before him. He tries to pull away, but another swallow sounds out, dragging him deeper down instead. The next swallow seals his vision in darkness as his entire head is engulfed and a muffled whine escapes him. Each swallow drags more of his body down, forcing him to dive into the tight, slick space of the human’s digestive system. It’s used to the heat of the very Earth’s core, but the immense, stifling stink of a human’s gut along with how tight it is is thoroughly unpleasant. Even so, G.roudon is unable to resist the pull of A.rchie’s gullet, dragged deeper and deeper despite its efforts.
Finally, with enough effort, A.rchie is slurping down G.roudon’s tail. The last of the legendary P.okemon disappears inside of him, with the team leader letting out a deep, steaming sigh into the air. His gut is stretched tightly before him, the great beast curled up into a ball. A.rchie can see the angry expression on its face through his taut skin and he can’t help but flash a toothy grin over it. Now, for the real end of this...
A.rchie’s stomach rumbles harshly and G.roudon can feel the walls starting to close in. He starts to panic, letting out a loud, earth-shaking roar. And then...A.rchie belts out an equally loud belch as his abs flex down. G.roudon’s body crumbles, collapsing in on itself as the stomach walls force him to give way. The legendary P.okemon’s roar is reduced to a low, deep rumble from A.rchie’s middle as his stomach rapidly loses shape and size. G.roudon is reduced to pulp in a matter of seconds, and that pulp is being forced through A.rchie’s digestive systems just as fast.
A.rchie sighs out deeply after his belch tapers off. After a meal like that, he’s standing much taller and thicker all around, muscle added to muscle, his well as a soft, groaning gut hanging off his waist. His wetsuit is much tighter now, already form fitting but really showing him off now. He flexes a bit and grins wide. A much better use for that stupid P.okemon, if you ask him...
But his guts rumble again, reminding him it’s not all gone. So, tearing his suit a bit--he’ll need a new one anyway--A.rchie gets his ass exposed and squats down over the lava pit G.roudon emerged from. With a grunt, he starts to push, and dense, thick logs of crap start to slide out of him. They’re thicker than his limbs, with massive bones and red scales baked into them. They hit the lava with dull splashes, piling up on one another as they try to sink or blacken. But the crap is coming out faster than the lava can handle, and it’s piling up.
In the end, A.rchie feels something even bigger straining him. With some effort, G.roudon’s skull squeezes past his cheeks. It lands on the pile of crap with a thump, standing about level with him. Shit is overflowing out of the eye sockets, its jaws open wide in a silent roar. A.rchie gives the skull a big grin in return before walking off. No need to keep thinking about that shit heap. He’s got better things to do.
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K.ukui licks over his lips with a big grin as he sees the majestic P.okemon before him. He’s real thankful that that trainer let him borrow S.olgaleo for this! Sure, he might not have mentioned what his intentions are, but it’s probably fine. That kid has tons of amazing P.okemon, what’s one going missing? A low rumble of agreement comes from K.ukui’s abs--this is his only chance to see how a P.okemon like this can hold up to his digestive system! It’s important research to K.ukui!
“Alright, cousin, lower your head like this…” K.ukui guides the S.olgaleo along, gently handling its head as he brings it down closer to his level. The legendary lets him, moreso wondering why it’s with the professor rather than its trainer. This train of thought gets interrupted when K.ukui’s jaws open up and clamp down on his muzzle.
K.ukui begins to gulp hard, working fast on his current meal. The S.olgaleo reacts naturally, a confused growl escaping it as its head is swallowed up while trying to pull itself back. It digs its paws into the ground for leverage, but despite its efforts, it pulls forward and deeper into K.ukui’s gullet with every swallow.
S.olgaleo’s front legs fold up as its chest is swallowed down. Then its stomach, and then its haunches are kicking in the air as K.ukui slurps them up. The professor’s gut bulges out before him, abs stretching and groaning as they contain the legendary with relative ease.
With a final swallow, S.olgaleo’s hind paws are sucked down, and K.ukui sighs contently. He gives his gut a few pats, watching the bulges shift around as the S.olgaleo tries to move inside. It lets out a confused roar, muffled by the professor’s stomach.
“Not bad in flavor,” K.ukui says. “Tried to resist but went down anyway. Mm…much bigger than my stomach but still trying to move. Doesn’t seem to…understand its…situation…” K.ukui starts to flex his abs, grunting and huffing slightly from the effort. “A bit…durable…but…”
S.olgaleo starts to squirm around harder, roaring out as it feels the stomach walls clenching down over it over and over. Its body is being compacted into a tighter ball, but eventually, it can’t withstand the tight space anymore. Its body folds with a wet crunching sound, and K.ukui belts out a deep belch into the air as his stomach suddenly rounds out into a more compact form.
“Aaah…still can’t resist digestion…” K.ukui rubs over his gut as it bubbles and churns wetly, working hard over all the new slurry filling it out. He flexes his gut a few more times, forcing the S.olgaleo deeper with wet chugging sounds as said slurry is forced through K.ukui’s bowels.
The professor drops his shorts and squats down. With a grunt, he starts to push out a dense log of crap. It slides out slowly and begins to coil up in the sand below. S.olgaleo comes out at a steady pace, requiring constant effort from K.ukui as he pushes it out. He can feel bones and bits of its tough hide stretch him occasionally. But they pass without issue.
Even the skull comes out, K.ukui groaning as it forces it out of him. It lands with a thump in the sand and K.ukui sighs deeply. He stands up again and yanks his pants back up with a grin. “Alright! Made for a dense shit, really gave me a run for my money there. But…” He flexes his body as he looks over himself. He’s grown bigger, more mass piled onto his body, all muscle. “…amazing protein boost!” He walks off, heading back to his lab to start recording data. Leaving S.olgaleo to cool on the beach.
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M.orty ducks behind a rock as he spots the P.okemon he was hoping to see in the burned tower. S.uicune, E.ntei, and R.aikou are lingering around in the basement as if they were familiar with the place. M.orty wants to get a better look at them and shifts.
He kicks a piece of burnt wood and flinches. All three P.okemon look over in surprise. They immediately try to flee, making M.orty come out of his hiding spot on instinct to try and calm them. And what ends up happening is…one of them slams right into him.
M.orty cries out, though his voice winds up muffled as something is shoved into his jaws. He toppled back from the weight on him and hit the ground. The thing in his jaws is still there, filling his gullet, and he starts to swallow to get rid of it.
S.uicune starts to panic and pull on itself, finding his shoulders squeezing into the human’s gullet. It scrambles, trying to push away with its back legs as its front legs fold up. But each gulp drags it deeper, sucking it down to M.orty’s stomach.
M.orty finally sits up and opens his eyes, a pair of blue haunches hanging from his jaws. His eyes widen a bit and he slurps them down, sending the S.uicune sloshing into his stomach. A wet belch escapes him and he blinks in confusion. His gut is stretched out now, the water dog forced into an uncomfortable position with a whine.
M.orty looks around, finding the other two have run off. They might not have even noticed what happened to their brother, or perhaps they did and fled in fear. Either way, M.orty wobbles to his feet, gut sloshing and hanging low with the twitching S.uicune inside. He should try to find a way to get it out and—
M.orty’s gut rumbles hard and he belches deeply. S.uicune lets out a yelp before its body is suddenly crushed down into pulp, the defined bulge hanging off of M.orty’s stomach now much rounder and smaller. It gurgled wetly, already starting to pump the slurry along as M.orty blushes and rubs over it. Looks like his stomach had different ideas…
Pretty soon, M.orty is squatting down in the open space S.uicune and the others used to be in. He sighs as soft logs slop out of him, piling up with soft thumps and splats. Some bones stretch him out occasionally, getting him to grunt slightly. Bits of purple and blue fur speckle the brown waste, dulled and tarnished by a quick trip through the man’s digestive system.
The skull comes out last, taking a few pushes to get it to drop on top of the pile. It lands with a splat and sinks in slightly. The smell in the room is terrible now, the once majestic P.okemon no longer something worth looking at. M.orty walks off, frowning to himself as he rubs over his new pot belly.
It lets out a low grumble. M.orty finds himself thinking about R.aikou and E.ntei. He wonders if he can still catch up to them…