#kabuvore

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.

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.