#pokemonvore

[sugarygulp]

trapped sylveon

I really liked this, would like to do more pokemon stuff in the future. 

#sylveon #pokemonvore #softvore #internals #stomach #belly #acids

[yukitherabbit-blog]

Femboy Vore RP

 I decided to do a femboy vore rp. You'll be playing the femboy predator and I'll be the prey. A cute girl.

|READ|This will contain 18+ (take to notes) multiple vore (oral, anal, cock, full tour; av and ft MUST be clean) and othee kinks. Be descriptive! Must be soft and safe (NO DEATH) 

Must be half size or a little over same size. 

Digesting side characters are okay, but no digesting main characters.

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This is a build your own rp so here's how it will work.

Your character is a dominant pred. That is all that's set in stone for them the rest will be decided by your choices.

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Scenario:

1) Gothic femboy (Sort of cold and stoic.) 

A. You are a demon who's been asleep for a hundred years, locked inside a coffin  within a house that had recently been purchased. By a beautiful girl and her obnoxious roommate who seems to torment her every chance he gets.

2) Super elegant rich and girly femboy (Somewhat of a spoiled snob)

B. You are a rich 18 year old who's still in highschool and you're very childish. However you have never been able to get a girlfriend. So one day you demand your parents  buy to one.  All the while you were born with a special ability.

3)slutty femboy  (pretty sure you can guess.)

You had recently been out on a date, but just when you and your date were getting steamy they bite down hard on you. The bite mark burns like hell and you decide to make an excuse to get away from your date on your way home the bite iched and stung, you felt as if something inside you was changing.  You arrived at your apartment and notice your beautiful roomate sitting on the couch looking more....delectable than normal.

4) ~Furry Femboy~

Anthromorphic animals have taken over and humans are now treated like animals. You begin your day feeling lonely and decide you need companionship. You decide to go to the local pet shop to adopt a human.

5) Pokemon femboy.

18 year old pokemon trainer Jay was late to receive her very first pokemon and unfortunately was unable grt one from the professor. 

However on her way home she noticed something odd and pokemon with a oddly feminine body structure was following her.

(Can be anthropomorphic, must be bigger than her.)

#malevore #femboy #femboyvore #pokemonvore #furryvore #demonvore #vorerp #voreroleplay

[thatsreallyconfusing-blog]

Uhhh... very bad drawing... very bad proportions but... it's Pokémon vore. I'm sorry it sucks

#pokemonvore #softvore #doipiutthat?ithinkso #macromicrovore #gianttinyvore #..ithink #npokemon #unwilling prey #unwilling #macro micro vore #semiwilling

[ilbvilbv]

Bound by the wrists and unable to escape the large and in charge alpha predator that is the Lugia! Dragon/Avian Pokemon Predator, what a beast, what an appetite for living humans <3 Drawn September 7, 2012; yeesh, old times. Lugia © Pokemon . . . #ilbvilbv #ilbv #artbyilbv #voreart #malevore #malevoreart #malesoftvore #oralvore #softvore #artofilbv #maleprey #vorecomic #Lugia #lugiavore #malelugiavore #pokemonvore #vorefetishart #vorefanart #swallowbulge #swallowedwhole #eatenbyadinosaur #voresketch https://www.instagram.com/p/CDtlnBJs8ww/?utm_medium=tumblr

#ilbvilbv #ilbv #artbyilbv #voreart #malevore #malevoreart #malesoftvore #oralvore #softvore #artofilbv #maleprey #vorecomic #lugia #lugiavore #malelugiavore #pokemonvore #vorefetishart #vorefanart #swallowbulge #swallowedwhole #eatenbyadinosaur #voresketch

[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.

#v.ore #male vore #mlm vore #m/m vore #gay vore #vore prompts #digestion #pokemonvore #lancevore #raihanvore #leonvore #ask

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Milo from pokemon pit and pec vore prompts if you havent done them yet? Love your work <3

I’d love to do some more for him! Been a while.

"Like this?" M.ilo asks, folding his massive arms behind his head. He's a little flustered by it, especially with the phone flittering around him, but he had promised R.aihan to help him with one of those 'streams' today. He didn't fully get it--M.ilo had never taken much interest in the Internet and its inner workings--but a promise was a promise. Even if it meant he had to be shirtless...

"Perfect!" R.aihan says with a grin. "Hold that pose, big guy. I'll be right back." With a big grin, the fellow gym leader leaves the locker room. M.ilo was flustered by the phone still capturing his form, but he couldn't think of anything to say to it, so he simply stood there waiting. R.aihan did eventually come back, though. With guests, even!

"These six are today's lucky guests!" R.aihan says to his phone. "So with their help, we'll be giving everyone an exclusive look at how M.ilo gets that big, burly bod of his."

M.ilo's face goes pink. "Huh? What do you mean? What are--nnff!" M.ilo groans and tenses a bit as he feels people on him. Those 'guest stars' had surrounded him while he was distracted. Two had planted their faces right into the man's exposed pits a third was fondling his chest.

"We've got two groups here!" R.aihan goes on. "And they're going to be racing to see who can last longer in M.ilo's body. Looks like group one is already getting acquainted."

"Th-They're what?" M.ilo asks. He's not against free food--what g.ym leader doesn't snack on their opponents from time to time?--but this was a bit sudden for him. He doesn't get to think about it before he feels people pushing into him, a pair of heads sinking into his pits and hands shoving their way between his pecs. He groans and closes his eyes, flexing his muscles and quickly sucking more of his prey in. It only takes three tight flexes to totally put them away.

"Look at that!" R.aihan says, grinning. "Didn't even take a minute for him to pack away some guys. Let's see how long they can last against his grinding muscles."

The answer was--not long. The post R.aihan has M.ilo in doe a good job to show off his bulging pecs and biceps at the same time, so the camera catches each flex and squeeze over the wiggling lumps in the farmer's muscles. The first crunch of bones echoes out from his chest after only a few flexes, and his arms follow suit. Each flex after that comes with a cacophony of cracks and pops and crunches as those massive muscles effortlessly break down live meat into nothing but pure mass. It only takes a couple minutes before M.ilo had broken down all three men, all that remains being a bit of extra swell to his muscle mass.

"And that's time!" R.aihand says. "Now, for group two..." He turns to the last three, who seem a lot more hesitant about what's going to happen to them. They all realized that, even if they did outlast those three, there wouldn't be anything salvageable of them left anyway. But the way out is locked, and with a rather forceful hand, R.aihand forces them into M.ilo's muscles. They squirm a bit more than the first group, but M.ilo puts them away just as easily.

If anything, their struggling only makes the process faster. His pecs flex together, and there's a short scream followed by very noisy crunches. M.ilo's pecs swell a bit and there's nothing left. His arms take a few more flexes, but before long, they've done the same to the feisty meals put in as well. That wasn't even half the time and all three are gone.

"Looks like group one is the winner!" R.aihand says with a grin. "I'm sure they would appreciate that but..." He gives M.ilo's chest a few pats. "...adding to this is reward on its own, right? Maybe we'll see how he does with more meat next time! Just be ready for your chance to get crushed into mass!"

"Next time..?" M.ilo asks, still blushing softly. He's never eaten like this so publicly...but it did feel kind of nice. He wouldn't mind being in more of these 'streams' if this is what he's going to be doing on them. Heck...maybe he'll even get a chance to meet some new fans out and about. He's heard that R.aihan will gulp down anyone who asks, no matter where they are. That doesn't sound so bad to M.ilo anymore.

"Next time!" R.aihan agrees. "We'll put your muscles to the test for everyone to see!"

M.ilo smiles just a bit and he subconsciously flexes again. "Then...I'll be waiting."

#v.ore #male vore #mlm vore #m/m vore #gay vore #vore story #pec vore #pit vore #pokemonvore #milovore #ask

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

I dont have a prompt request, but I do have a request. See i want to write some trainer poké-vore vignettes, and I wanted to give some love to the non famous trainers, the ones you'd fight along the game story (team grunts, veterans, hiker, etc...). And was wondering if you'd like pick three trainers from any of the games and the mons you think they should eat?

Huh. Guess I gotta think of some good ones then.

I think the sailors are a great one. I always think of that one from RSE that belches a lot. They also carry around a lot of M.achoke so maybe one isn’t agreeing with his belly.

I also like the hikers from the SM games. I think if the one that helps with the fire trial most! So maybe those A.Lolan M.arowak end up going missing while he’s around.

And just to throw in a grunt, I actually adore the a.ether scientists so maybe one of them got a bit snacky while working on some experiments and chowed on a wormhole visitor like B.uzzwole.

If you write it and post it here in Tumblr, I’ll definitely throw a reblog your way!

#ask #v.ore #pokemonvore

[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.

#v.ore #male vore #mlm vore #m/m vore #gay vore #vore prompts #male vore prompts #digestion #fatal vore #weight gain #disposal #pokemonvore #milovore #chairmanrosevore #kabuvore #ask