Pokemon Pizza Delivery

***

Please be advised the story contains the following: cruel male human pred, unwilling male Pokémon prey, teasing and taunting, masturbation, soft oral vore with bigger pred and smaller prey, food belly stuffing, messy stomach, big belly bulge, prey attempting to escape from the pred’s gut but then getting swallowed down again, fatal painless gooey digestion, weight gain. Reader discretion is advised – enjoy!

This story happens in an alternative universe. All characters featured within this story are fictional and above the legal age of consent.

***

Andre was a Pokémon, an adorable hybrid of Pikachu and Mudkip. Unfortunately, in this world they weren’t those careless good balls, living in the woods and enjoying carefree existence – humans built their towns and cities almost everywhere, so Pokémon had to evolve to be able to work in their society. Unfortunately, even if their latest generations were able to talk – their intelligence still left a lot to be desired, so they had to do simple job like delivering pizza to survive. Andre was waddling down the dark alley with a huge backpack, full of fresh pizza – there must be a party or a big family, why else would they need five big pizzas at once? The Pokémon reached the old wooden door of the apartment, listed in his notepad. It looked quite grim, with a dirty boot sole imprint on it, and the door knob was dented and covered in rust – the person who lived here certainly wasn’t fond of keeping his place clean. After a few seconds of hesitation, the little lad knocked to the door and gulped nervously as he heard a grumpy male voice from the inside. “Who is there?” The Pokémon took off his backpack and replied “It’s your pizza delivery, sir!” He said, trying to be as polite as possible – with his size being rude could end up really bad… “Oh, come in then, the door isn’t locked!” The voice replied, becoming much more cheerful than before – who wouldn’t be happy when hot pizza gets delivered to your doorstep after all?

< ... >