#milovore

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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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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."

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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]

Heya! I'm still absolutely in love with your milo pok.evore stuff! Would it be possible to get more of milo churning pok.emon into manure? And if you're down could some legendaries be prey? I'm such a sucker for powerful creatures being eaten and processed by just regular humans~ And legit, you're like such an amazing writer, love all your stuff! Esp the disposal~ Thank ya, and hope you're well! <3

That sounds like a fun indulgent thing to do. And I’m glad you like my writing so much, here’s some more for you!

M.ilo whistles as he walks into the locker room. He had another day of getting battles out of the way and just finished disposing of the handful of trainers he processed. He was planning to get into the shower and unwind but he notices that there's a box sitting on a bench with his name on it. He gets gifts like this all the time so he isn't too surprised when he opens it and sees six P.okeballs inside. It seems like a nice snack for him to enjoy after a hard day of work--things like this are why he keeps a healthy supply of burlap sacks in his locker room. He takes one of the P.okeballs and casually opens it, only for the space of the room to be suddenly taken up.

A L.ugia is now sitting in front of him, the P.okemon taking up a lot of the locker room. It seems fairly confused by where it is and leans itself head down to look at M.ilo when it finally notices him. M.ilo was just as surprised, as any trainer would be by seeing a Legendary P.okemon appearing before them. But his stomach lets out a low growl and he remembers what these P.okemon are here for. M.ilo isn't one to fast food or reject a kind gift. The L.ugia's eyes widen when M.ilo's jaws suddenly yawn open and clamp down over its snout.

Muffled cries and wet gulps fill the locker room as M.ilo begins devouring his first meal as casually as he would any other. The L.ugia tries to pull away, but it's head is slurped up rather easily, and it only sinks deeper with each thick gulp from M.ilo. His stomach bloats out as its head slides inside and he begins to work his way down its shoulders and chest, pinning the mighty wings that tried to flap around. Even for something this big and powerful, though, his body works incredibly fast. It's already starting to flex and boil over the Lugia, eager to mulch it down. As M.ilo starts working over its stomach, it lets out a few panicked cries as his stomach seems to break through whatever resistance the L.egendary had and begins to melt it on the spot. With a soft grunt, M.ilo had to quickly grab one of the manure bags he had while slurping over more of his meal. His shorts come off and he squats down over the opening. With a bit of work, a thick, dense log of shit beginst o slide out between his cheeks. The L.ugia's skull emerges first, open wide in a final cry around the shit it had been baked into. Pristine white feathers are now ruined and stained brown, littering much of the waste it's been reduced to. M.ilo starts slurping up its limp haunches and tail while his body works on overtime, pumping it through him and pushing it back out with all the efficiency of a well-made machine. The tail tip disappears with a wet slurp and the gym l.eader's stomach quickly flattens out. Barely a minute later, and the last few logs of L.ugia shit squeeze out with the beast's legs and tail making it up.

Three bags of manure are set aside and the next P.okemon comes out. It's much smaller, just a M.ewtwo, and it seems relatively unimpressed with where it is and what it's looking at. It's nose twitches and it looks at the stinking bags of manure. In that moment of letting its guard down, M.ilo's deadly jaws come snapping down over its head and shoulders. The M.ewtwo is a relatively shorter meal as M.ilo throws his head back and takes a few massive gulps to send it down. His belly bloats out as he slurps up its thick tail and packed it away. A crass belch escapes him while his meal thrashes for a few good seconds. The M.ewtwo likely could have survived with teleportation, but by the time it's oriented itself, the walls close in and M.ilo's body snuffs it out in a single brutal flex. M.ilo's bowels groan and he gets the next bag, letting out a sputtering fart into it before soft shit slops out, the processed M.ewtwo filling it up fast. It's skull sits at the top of the pile, half buried in the stinking muck. Even the man-made P.okemon are delicious, M.ilo decides as he ties the bag off.

His next meal winds up being another large one, but one that he'll have a much easier time guzzling down. A might R.ayquaza is released, forced to coil up to fit in the locker room. It was the perfect position for M.ilo to grab its tail and slip it into his jaws. The big lizard, for all the roaring and thrashing it gave as a response, was little more than a massive noodle for M.ilo to slurp up. It went through his guts fast, too, with the farmer having to start pushing it back out almost as soon as it had entered his gut--it seems like the L.egendary meat he's enjoying is only making it work harder and faster. The R.ayquaza keeps fighting for its life, though, even as it sinks further down M.ilo's gullet and slides out of his muscular ass in thicker ropes of shit, its green scales tarnished by the intense ride through his guts. The dragon's roaring head goes down in a single, hard gulp, and M.ilo pushes it right back out with a deep breath. Its jaws are left open wide in its defiant roar as the bag gets tied off and left with the rest.

M.ilo's fourth meal would be a beefy U.rshifu, who seems to catch onto what's happening rather quick seeing the stinking piles of manure stacked up and the empty P.okeballs at M.ilo's feet. It tires to fight, at least, but M.ilo is still ravenous and overpowers the bear rather quick. Pinned to the wall, it goes limp as those dark jaws engulf its head. The U.rshifu was defeated by a stronger, hungrier being, and it will at least die knowing that--so it offers M.ilo no resistance as he greedily gulps and slurps down its muscular form. It bloats out his stomach for a moment as it spills in, but the grumbling organ near immediately demolishes his body, reducing it down into a thick slop that M.ilo shits out into another manure bag. Dense logs slide out, the bear's muscle mass making up two bags of manure. M.ilo was barely aware of how fast his stomach was working by now--he's hungry and he still has two more snacks to enjoy, so the U.rshifu is almost instantly forgotten once the last of him is pinched off and the g.ym leader is claiming his next meal.

A big S.olgaleo would prove a fair bit more resistant to M.ilo's tank than the rest of his Legendary brethren. A tough, steely hide would take a bit longer to break down as M.ilo works on devouring it head first. It yoewls and thrashes, back legs kicking wildly in the air as the farmer casually slurps it up like the big treat it is. His stomach bloats out as its forced down, the tank groaning and bubbling wetly as it has to work a bit harder to claim this meal. But it will...and it does. The S.olgaleo's back paws and tail go lip suddenly hanging from M.ilo's lips as his stomach flattens out with a deep groan. He sends the last bits of it down with a soft gulp and begins to dump the P.okemon back out into a few manure bags. Each log of shit is incredibly dense, but those harsh platings had cracked and melted effectively, leaving little behind beyond the manure that would be left unrecognizable as the once proud beast.

That only left one P.okeball left, and what M.ilo gets as his final reward is A.rceus itself. Easily one of the most powerful and proudest of all his meals, it should have been the one to fight back the hardest. But it didn't. There wasn't a single moment of resistance as M.ilo began to work it down by its back legs first, working up its haunches and sending its back end down fast. M.ilo didn't spend a moment to marvel the power or majesty of the P.okemon before him--he was hungry, and like the other five before, this was nothing more than food and a few bags worth of manure. So he gulps and slurps without hesitation. His stomach never bloats out once. Whatever it sent down is near instantly processed and pumped along. M.ilo is shitting A.rceus back out again by the third gulp up its legs, and the god of P.okemon is forced to smell the waste he's become as he's steadily sent down the hatch. Even so, he never resists, even as M.ilo moves up his stomach and chest, filling two then three bags with filth made from his body. The farmer's jaws close over the P.okemon's face, and there's one final gulp. And then A.rceus feels nothing at all.

M.ilo grunts as he pushes out a dense skull into the fifth bag. Once it's out, he ties if off and leaves it in the pile with a smile. "This's gotta be my biggest haul yet!" He pats his stomach a few times and it groans in return. Will Legendary P.okemon make for an even richer manure? Suppose he only has one way to find out now. If he's lucky...he might get to do this all over again sometime. Wouldn't that be something!

[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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pleeeaase give us some more P.okemon M.ilo pred prompts! He's so adorable (preferably oral + samesize)

He is adorable! He's my favorite from that region, and that's a take I stand by. Time for the vore!

M.ilo lets out a soft huff as he looks down at his gurgling guts, lazily pushing his straw hat back for a better look. It had been a really busy day for the G.rass type g.ym leader, much more than usual. The gym challenge had a pretty sharp drop off rate when it came to those later leaders, so to make up for it, a lot more young adults were being allowed to come in at the start. He remember when it was usually ten at a time, but now there was nearly fifty new trainers all clamoring to get their chance to fight him. Ten battles later, and M.ilo was stuck in the back room, six guys churning away in his stomach after getting beaten down by his team. He supposes R.ose was being a little less picky with who was being allowed to actually participate. He's pretty sure that last one didn't even know the basics of type match ups! He lets out a sigh as he sits back, feeling a few dying twitches as the last of the trainers start to soften up inside. Well, he's getting more food at least, but this is a bit excessive. A belch rattles out of him suddenly, echoing in the empty room. He still had five more battles to get through today. He's going to hope these trainers stay settled down for him...and hopefully he doesn't have to stuff a few more in after them. But...then again, the trainers were exceptionally tasty this year. Maybe just a couple more then...yeah, just a couple.

Now, M.ilo wasn't the kind of guy who was quick to anger. Most knew him as a very friendly guy who was able to endear most people. But of course, everyone had their limits, and today, M.ilo's was reached. He had come in to check on his W.ooloo, just to find L.eon's fat C.harizard was sleeping like a baby in the now charred pen. M.ilo could guess fairly easily where all of his missing W.ooloo ended up, and that was enough to make his blood boil. He didn't make a sound as he marched over to the snoozing dragon, lifted up its head, and opened his jaws wide. Cramming the C.harizard's muzzle into his jaws was enough to stir the big P.okemon up from his food coma, but it was far too late by then. Deep, wet gulps and slurps fill the air for a few minutes as the g.ym leader worked on devouring every single inch of the dragon. It wasn't long before he was slurping up a thick, thrashing tail, sending it down into his now massive stomach after the rest of the P.okemon. A fiery belch escaped his lips as he settled back to let his gut get to work on the panicking P.okemon. It's take some time for that C.harizard-shaped bulge to round out and shrink down, but M.ilo was certainly enjoying every single second of it. By the time L.eon would come by searching for his long-time partner, he'd find the fattened M.ilo there, handing him a big bag of warm manure with a cartoony C.harizard decal slapped on it. Free of charge, of course, since L.eon 'helped' make this batch.

M.ilo, like all of the g.ym leaders, was basically a celebrity in the region of G.alar. And like many celebrities, he occasionally did fan meet ups or small events for them. His events were special, where he'd randomly select a trainer and bring him along to hang out for a day. And then at the end, he'd be sending that trainer home with a very personalized bag of M.ilo-brand manure. Which means taking each one of the trainer's P.okemon, guzzling it down, and passing it all into a bag to send home with an autograph on it. He had the trainer watching him as he took down the team one by one. A cute little G.rooky is dangled over his maw and dropped in. Down in one gulp, and he was already softening in M.ilo's powerful gut. A yapping Y.amper went down next. One gulp, and he was stewing in G.rooky sludge. Muffled yapping only lasted a few seconds. Then down went a S.kwovet, fluffy tail slurped up like a noodle. Then down went a R.ookidee, a bite sized little treat that tickled the entire way down. And then M.ilo was tossing a wiggly N.ickit into his jaws. he slurped up its tail and down it went, lasting a few seconds longer than the rest of the team before he was being churned down as well. It took less than half an hour for M.ilo to process the entire beginner team and he dumped them all out into one of his smaller bags. He placed it into the blushing trainer's arms with a big grin and sent him on his way, happy to make another guy's day. He was hoping to get one with bigger P.okemon next week, though.

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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.

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M.ilo simp here again...instead of prompts, could you write a story with anything as M.ilo pred? (Again, oral + samesize preferred). Apologies for sending another ask so soon but I can't help myself~

Well, lucky for you, M.ilo is perfect and I'm still in a very particular mood for people eating P.okemon soooo...let's go a bit more in depth with that last prompt I did for him, huh? Because I realized it would work a lot better as a story. Probably my longest one yet, actually!

M.ilo was on break since today was his weekly fan meet-and-greet, and today’s lucky winner was a cute little lad that seemed pretty shy. Not that M.ilo minded, he thought it was just adorable! The trainer seemed more than happy to be with him for the day, though, but now he was getting extra flustered since M.ilo had made his usual request to see the trainer’s P.okemon. It was near the end of the day, so he was going to send the lucky guy home with a fresh bag of his custom manure.

The trainer fumbled a bit with the first P.okeball as he grabbed it and opened it up. M.ilo was expecting something small and cute to come out of it to match the trainer, so he was surprised when a massive R.illaboom practically thumped onto the ground right in front of him. Now he thinks he understands why the trainer was being so flustered with him. Fortuntely, M.ilo was more than capable of handling big meals like this! He wasn’t as big and strong as he was for nothing after all!

“Well, you know that I have to respect the choice of using the G.rass type start!” Milo says with a big grin. “Good thing I also find them to be the tastiest of the bunch!” The R.illaboom seemed to perk up at the comment, but M.ilo grabbed it by the strand of leaf-like hair sticking in front of its face and giving a sharp tug. It cries out and jerks forward, right into M.ilo’s wide open maw. Despite the muscular build of the groilla P.okemon, a few heavy gulps and slurps from M.ilo sent its bulky frame squeezing down his gullet and bloating out his guts. It took him no time at all to reduce what was no doubt a very powerful and well trained starter P.okemon into a bulge in his belly.

A slimy belch rumbles out of M.ilo, both of his hands resting on his hips as he stood tall. He could feel the R.illaboom moving around inside of him, muffled cries echoing from his gut. While the g.ym leader might have normally wanted to relax and enjoy this for a good while, he didn’t have the time for that, so he let his gut get to work. Heavy churning and gurgling rumbled out of him and his powerful abs clench tightly every so often. The R.illaboom got more frantic as the stomach around it began to shrink down. But as the gut kept reducing in inches with every clench, the defined bulges began to soften and shrink down, and the movement and cries got softer and weaker, until M.ilo’s gut finally rounded out at half the original size, filled with nothing but gorilla sludge. Then it was shrinking down even faster as it all went pumping through his intestines. “Been a little while since any of my fans brought me a meal like this. I hope you had more where that came from!”

The trainer’s entire face was bright red after watching his Pokemon be reduced to nothing in less than five minutes by M.ilo’s powerful stomach. He watched as it finally stopped shrinking with a soft gurgle, not a bit thicker than before. M.ilo’s muscles were straining his shirt as well now. He’d already fully processed the R.illaboom and it’d been alive just minutes ago! Realizing he was staring, though, the trainer shook his head and quickly released his next P.okemon, hoping to see it again.

A powerful P.angoro was now towering over M.ilo, arm’s crossed as it huffed, unimpressed. M.ilo just grinned and let out a deep, bassy belch that stunk of digested G.rass type. The panda’s nose twitched a few times and he let out a soft grumble, leaning down closer as if to get a better smell of things. M.ilo grabbed it by the ears and yanked it down, shoving that muzzle into his jaws. A thick gulp slurped in the head, and then the big bear was sliding down the hatch just like the other P.okemon had before it. It actually tried to put up a fight by roaring and struggling with all its might, but it was just a pair of kicking legs hanging out of M.ilo’s jaws by then, and those were slurped up in just a few seconds. It got a few moments to throw some solid punches into the tight stomach walls and let out very intimidating roars before that stomach started up.

It was just as fast as it had been the first time. Those powerful punches started to look less impressive when the bulge was losing its shape and pushing out less. And that intimidating roar was turning into a very pathetic whine as the guts smelted and compacted around the P.angoro. And then he was gone with a clench and a slosh, and all that sludge was pumping along after his teammate. M.ilo gained some extra muscle off of that one, which left him flexing. “F.ighting types always make for a great work out replacement, you know. Nothing quite beats it!”

Next was a chubby O.bstagoon, which found itself staring down a wide open gullet the moment it was let out of its Pokeball. It didn’t even get to make a sound before getting shoveled down the hatch. Despite how scary that P.okemon seemed, the smell of R.illaboom and P.angoro wafting in M.ilo’s groaning stomach left it a frightened, whimpering mess. It put up the least resistance as the stomach began to reduce it down into sludge. O.bstagoon digested the faster, getting out a meek roar before he was suddenly crushed into sludge and pumping down into M.ilo’s bloated intestines. He was mostly reduced to soft belly fat, but there were no complaints for that.

S.awk came after that and he was the smallest so far, but the muscules he had rivaled M.ilo’s! Which also meant he was going to be adding nicely to it as he was grabbed and snarfed down. This one was a bit feistry than the rest, and M.ilo almost fell backwards from the punch he took to the chest once his jaws were over its head. But that first swallow pinned its arms down and he was slurping down the F.ighting type with ease from there. M.ilo had to give it some credit, too. The S.awk fought back to the very last minute, the kicking and punching he was receiving only stopping when his gut finally finished off the softening P.okemon. It made for one impressive belch, too! And as the protein-rich sludge pumped through his lower guts, M.ilo could feel his muscles getting even stronger.

Grimmsnarl came second to last and was easily the largest of the entire team. It complained a lot, too, as Milo started stuffing it down his gullet with each powerful swallow and hard shove against its bulk frame. He could tell the F.airy type was not excited to be his food, but a final gulp sent down its feet and those complaints meant very little. It wasn’t all that resilient, despite its very vocal complaints, and it had gone soft and quiet after only a few clenches. M.ilo’s gut was really noisy as it bubbles and groaned while sending the slop down. He got bigger all around off a meal like that!

And that left the final P.okemon, a fat T.oxicitry who, all things considered, really didn’t seem to mind the current predicament. Since it was the last P.okemon, M.ilo devoured that one feet first, and it didn’t do anything to resist the pull of his gullet. It let out a lazy cry just before it’s head was gulped down and it dropped into M.ilo’s gut. It fell apart in a single clench, but that mix of P.oison and E.lectric typing left him incredibly gassy. He couldn’t stop belching the entire time it was processing.

But before long, it was gone, too. M.ilo had reduced an entire team of clearly powerful P.okemon dow into some added heft on his frame in under half an hour. Well, that, and a massive shit he couldn’t hold in any more. Six bags were filled up due to how large each meal was, all of them the same but different. Each pile was made of thick, soft logs that smelled awfully rancid, the smell only alleviated once they were sealed in the burlap sacks. Each one was packed with bones and whatever fur remained from each meal. The trainer got to watch each bag get filled with his teammates. He let out a soft noise each time he recognized the skull getting pushed out of M.ilo’s ass and into the bag.

Soon enough, he was walking off with a wagon, six heavy bags of dung stacked in it, each one with a cartoon decal to represent the which P.okemon was in which bag. M.ilo grinned and waved as the trainer walked off with his team, and the g.ym l.eader was hoping he’d get another big meal next week as well.