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Here's my Vore Day project! Every day from 8/8 onwards, I'll be picking one of the 18 Pokemon types and doing a unique vore scenario with them, under the rationale of regional Pokemon from a place that revolves around subjugating humans. Be sure to read the short story below if you need a better grasp on what's going on!

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You've been having the same dreams as long as you can remember. At first it was a Ralts, teasing and bullying you in ways that you seemed inexplicably unable to resist or speak back about. But as time passed and your lack of resistance enabled them more, it grew bolder, shoving you inside its mouth whole, and eventually some dreams started to end with you being swallowed completely whole. Every time, no matter the outcome, you would wake up exhausted and disoriented, always having to remind yourself which was a dream and which actually happened.

It didn't get any better when it eventually evolved into a Kirlia. Frankly, they got much worse. You would find yourself in their stomach every time you went asleep, and it soon developed to a point that you never pictured yourself outside of their stomach at all, immediately finding yourself deep inside their digestive tract the moment you started dreaming. You even started to digest in some dreams, and that too, would soon become a norm as time passed - first insofar as experiencing digestion every night, and then insofar as not having a solid form to begin with, already finding yourself reduced to a soft, mushy sludge the moment you settled into a restless sleep.

Lately, you swear these dreams have been getting to you so much you've started to hallucinate even during the daytime. Kirlia starts showing up in your day to day life to tease you some more, yet again growing more and more bold with its advances with every passing day. At first you only see them shyly glancing around corners, but before long it grows bold enough to confront you directly, ordering you to crouch down so it can lick against your cheek. The latest incident was especially strange - you hadn't even seen it yet when it took your hand completely by surprise, shoving it into their mouth unprompted and unannounced just to suckle on your fist like some kind of lollipop.

It's strange, but it feels different when this kind of thing happens during the day. There's a certain dreamlike quality to everything you experience at night, but there's nothing you can feel that seems to distinguish the daytime hallucinations from reality. Nothing, except the fact that nobody else seems to acknowledge them. Surely then, you must still be imagining this...?

Be that as it may, getting bullied at your own workplace in front of everyone, regardless of whether anyone can see it, is just too much for you. You need a good night's sleep, and don't have any idea of how to get it anymore. You stumble back home, nothing else on your mind but to collapse onto your bed and try to will yourself to sleep... and that's when you see it. The Kirlia is now a fully grown Gardevoir, standing in the doorway to your bedroom. And judging by its wide open mouth, there's no doubt at all as to what it expects of you. With a groan, you obediently shuffle towards it and raise your hands onto its tongue.

...and then you tense up as you feel them descend down their throat. Why does it feel so TIGHT? You can't pull yourself back even if you had the willpower to. It's certainly a sharp contrast to the experience you usually remembered having in dreams, where the descent was gentle albiet slimy and it took no effort on either of your parts to curl you up deep inside, no matter the differences in size and stature. But now, Gardevoir is about as big as you, and having MORE trouble swallowing...?

It hits you just as you feel your shoulders being swallowed down. This is the REAL Gardevoir! You're actually being eaten alive! And yet... you lack the will to resist. You're still not sure why. Even though you're being swallowed whole in real life, presumably for the first and only time, it feels so mundane and expected to you that your brain doesn't truly acknowledge the danger of it. And the further you're squished into the tight, slimy digestive tract of the clingy Gardevoir, the harder it is to even think about the kind of resistance you really ought to be showing. In fact, it almost feels like your thoughts themselves are becoming... 'soft', for a lack of better description. Malleable. Like you're not even the one thinking them anymore.

You just sit limply as your entire body is tucked away inside the Gardevoir's stomach, lacking even the impulses to move your own body. It feels like your brain has melted, like your thoughts are just sloshing around inside your skull. Eventually, they don't even feel like they're contained in your body anymore... rising... rising...

...

You can't help but let off an aroused sigh as you feel the human's thoughts enter your mind, becoming one with yours. You become privvy to every memory, every instinct, every train of thought they've ever had, belonging to you every bit as much as their body is now yours too.

...wait a minute, aren't YOU that human...?

You push THOSE thoughts to the back of your brain. This human is such a pushover that it's honestly kind of adorable. It was one thing that they were incredibly stupid and weak before, but it has so little control over its thoughts that it doesn't have a sense of self anymore. It experiences your thoughts from your perspective, so it thinks it's you now! In a way, it's fitting - you've been training this human to belong to you almost all of your life, and now it's a part of you in the deepest, most complete fashion you can imagine. Honestly, they should feel flattered. Experiencing the Pokemon lifestyle, even without any actual control over it, is frankly an upgrade that they never earnt~

All that's left is to digest their physical body. And sure enough, you feel the human soften and recede over the next few hours, melting down into the cutest little lump of tummy fat hanging off your midsection. Forever a reminder of the results of your obsession, a human that now belonged to you in almost literally every definition imaginable - physically, mentally and spiritually all. Honestly, you might just replace them at their job for a while, just to show that even their occupation belongs to you now. You're sure you can do a better job than that soft, brainless belly pet ever could.

Heck, maybe you could hook some of your Ralts friends up with the other workers and eventually lay claim to their entire workplace. As far as you're concerned, all humans belong to your kind anyway - all you're really doing is helping nature course correct~.

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#0282 GARDEVOIR: THE OBSESSION POKEMON. IT FIXATES ON A SINGLE HUMAN BEING FOR ITS ENTIRE LIFE, SLOWLY ALTERING THEIR BEHAVIOR PSYCHICALLY TO BECOME DOCILE TOWARDS THEM.

Description
Here's my Vore Day project! Every day from 8/8 onwards, I'll be picking one of the 18 Pokemon types and doing a unique vore scenario with them, under the rationale of regional Pokemon from a place that revolves around subjugating humans. Be sure to read the short story below if you need a better grasp on what's going on!

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You've been having the same dreams as long as you can remember. At first it was a Ralts, teasing and bullying you in ways that you seemed inexplicably unable to resist or speak back about. But as time passed and your lack of resistance enabled them more, it grew bolder, shoving you inside its mouth whole, and eventually some dreams started to end with you being swallowed completely whole. Every time, no matter the outcome, you would wake up exhausted and disoriented, always having to remind yourself which was a dream and which actually happened.

It didn't get any better when it eventually evolved into a Kirlia. Frankly, they got much worse. You would find yourself in their stomach every time you went asleep, and it soon developed to a point that you never pictured yourself outside of their stomach at all, immediately finding yourself deep inside their digestive tract the moment you started dreaming. You even started to digest in some dreams, and that too, would soon become a norm as time passed - first insofar as experiencing digestion every night, and then insofar as not having a solid form to begin with, already finding yourself reduced to a soft, mushy sludge the moment you settled into a restless sleep.

Lately, you swear these dreams have been getting to you so much you've started to hallucinate even during the daytime. Kirlia starts showing up in your day to day life to tease you some more, yet again growing more and more bold with its advances with every passing day. At first you only see them shyly glancing around corners, but before long it grows bold enough to confront you directly, ordering you to crouch down so it can lick against your cheek. The latest incident was especially strange - you hadn't even seen it yet when it took your hand completely by surprise, shoving it into their mouth unprompted and unannounced just to suckle on your fist like some kind of lollipop.

It's strange, but it feels different when this kind of thing happens during the day. There's a certain dreamlike quality to everything you experience at night, but there's nothing you can feel that seems to distinguish the daytime hallucinations from reality. Nothing, except the fact that nobody else seems to acknowledge them. Surely then, you must still be imagining this...?

Be that as it may, getting bullied at your own workplace in front of everyone, regardless of whether anyone can see it, is just too much for you. You need a good night's sleep, and don't have any idea of how to get it anymore. You stumble back home, nothing else on your mind but to collapse onto your bed and try to will yourself to sleep... and that's when you see it. The Kirlia is now a fully grown Gardevoir, standing in the doorway to your bedroom. And judging by its wide open mouth, there's no doubt at all as to what it expects of you. With a groan, you obediently shuffle towards it and raise your hands onto its tongue.

...and then you tense up as you feel them descend down their throat. Why does it feel so TIGHT? You can't pull yourself back even if you had the willpower to. It's certainly a sharp contrast to the experience you usually remembered having in dreams, where the descent was gentle albiet slimy and it took no effort on either of your parts to curl you up deep inside, no matter the differences in size and stature. But now, Gardevoir is about as big as you, and having MORE trouble swallowing...?

It hits you just as you feel your shoulders being swallowed down. This is the REAL Gardevoir! You're actually being eaten alive! And yet... you lack the will to resist. You're still not sure why. Even though you're being swallowed whole in real life, presumably for the first and only time, it feels so mundane and expected to you that your brain doesn't truly acknowledge the danger of it. And the further you're squished into the tight, slimy digestive tract of the clingy Gardevoir, the harder it is to even think about the kind of resistance you really ought to be showing. In fact, it almost feels like your thoughts themselves are becoming... 'soft', for a lack of better description. Malleable. Like you're not even the one thinking them anymore.

You just sit limply as your entire body is tucked away inside the Gardevoir's stomach, lacking even the impulses to move your own body. It feels like your brain has melted, like your thoughts are just sloshing around inside your skull. Eventually, they don't even feel like they're contained in your body anymore... rising... rising...

...

You can't help but let off an aroused sigh as you feel the human's thoughts enter your mind, becoming one with yours. You become privvy to every memory, every instinct, every train of thought they've ever had, belonging to you every bit as much as their body is now yours too.

...wait a minute, aren't YOU that human...?

You push THOSE thoughts to the back of your brain. This human is such a pushover that it's honestly kind of adorable. It was one thing that they were incredibly stupid and weak before, but it has so little control over its thoughts that it doesn't have a sense of self anymore. It experiences your thoughts from your perspective, so it thinks it's you now! In a way, it's fitting - you've been training this human to belong to you almost all of your life, and now it's a part of you in the deepest, most complete fashion you can imagine. Honestly, they should feel flattered. Experiencing the Pokemon lifestyle, even without any actual control over it, is frankly an upgrade that they never earnt~

All that's left is to digest their physical body. And sure enough, you feel the human soften and recede over the next few hours, melting down into the cutest little lump of tummy fat hanging off your midsection. Forever a reminder of the results of your obsession, a human that now belonged to you in almost literally every definition imaginable - physically, mentally and spiritually all. Honestly, you might just replace them at their job for a while, just to show that even their occupation belongs to you now. You're sure you can do a better job than that soft, brainless belly pet ever could.

Heck, maybe you could hook some of your Ralts friends up with the other workers and eventually lay claim to their entire workplace. As far as you're concerned, all humans belong to your kind anyway - all you're really doing is helping nature course correct~.

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#0282 GARDEVOIR: THE OBSESSION POKEMON. IT FIXATES ON A SINGLE HUMAN BEING FOR ITS ENTIRE LIFE, SLOWLY ALTERING THEIR BEHAVIOR PSYCHICALLY TO BECOME DOCILE TOWARDS THEM.