I was thinking about posting my stories here as well. This is the first one. My other stories will follow soon.




Dewgong Vore

I open my eyes, but I don’t see anything. It’s all dark around me. The air is warm and moist. It feels like I’m in a rain forest with high humidity and it is exhausting to breathe. I try to move, but only then I realize that I’m curled up and that something is around me, holding me tight. I fumble around, examining my environment as far as possible, for my arms are folded in front of me, similar to a fetus. Somehow, I manage to unfold one of my arms and move a hand towards a strange wall next to me. I touch it and it feels soft and moist. I let it wander along the wall, at first forward then up. It is rippled. Slowly my eyes accustom to the environment, but still I’m not able to see clearly. It seems that I’m lying on my back, curled up in a ball. It’s a bit uncomfortable, and my joints feel a little stiff. Who knows for how long I’ve been lying in this position? I want to stretch my legs, but when I push them against the soft wall, they only sink into it a bit and I can’t push them any further. The wall then moves back again, like an elastic rubber ball. I realize, that I can hardly move at all. This soft moist elastic wall is all around me. I am so concentrated on seeing something, that I forgot to listen. So I lean against the cushion-like wall and prick up my ears. Actually, I can hear a soft rumbling, which seems to get a bit louder when I move around. I can also hear a rhythmically thumping above me, which is kind of soothing. If I wasn’t so eager to find out where I am, I’d would have fallen asleep again, for sure, lulled to slumber by this even sweet sound. But an inner voice tells me, that something is not right. I am now able to see better and can identify the color of the walls around me. They’re all pink or reddish and I can also see the fine ripples. A bit of light is coming through the walls from right and left and from below. My heart begins beating faster and faster, for I could assume in which situation I am. Panic is starting to rise in my body. I thought this had all been a dream, that this situation wasn’t and isn’t true, but reality speaks for itself. I’m in a stomach!

I start to scream and begin to struggle, trying to move as much and as strong as I am able to. I kick around with my legs, push both of my hands against the fleshy walls in order to escape, but the walls just come bouncing back at me, massaging me back in the fetus position. My squirms cause the stomach to rumble and growl eagerly, and I can hear a satisfying and pleased groaning from above. The thing that had eaten me, obviously enjoyed me and my struggles. Suddenly I can feel a pressure against my back, moving up and down my body. It is stroking its stomach! I keep fighting for a few minutes, but then I have to give up, because I am too exhausted to continue. With my movements dying down again, the pressure on my back and the groaning also fades. I try to calm down and think. I’ve been eaten. A Pokemon gulped me down in one piece and now I am trapped inside it’s stomach. I relax a little and figure out the positive aspects, even if it was totally absurd to call it like that in this situation. Ok, I am still alive and I can breathe. It doesn’t seem that there is a lack for oxygen and that I am about to suffocate. It’s all fine, besides… yeah, besides the fact that I’ve been eaten by a Pokemon. I concentrate and try to remember what happened.

It was a warm and early morning in summer, when I left my house to visit the beach. I did this often, for the beach was empty at this hour of the day, even if that meant to get up quite early. So I got my things together and stuffed them in my backpack. My swimming trunks of course, a towel, something to drink and to eat, the key to my house and fresh clothes. I jumped on my bike and drove down along shore towards the ocean, as I could watch the sun rising in the east. As I arrived at the beach, there was no one except me, like I expected. I stripped of my clothes and just left my swimming trunks on, which I was wearing underneath my clothes. I stuffed my other clothes into my backpack and leant it against a rock at the beach. When this was done, I walked towards the ocean, feeling the sand under my bare feet. Slowly it was warmed by sun, that was high up enough to lighten up the environment. The closer I got to the ocean, the clearer and louder the rushing of the waves became. I inhaled the fresh salty air, which was smelling of sea water and freedom. I let the waves brush over my bare feet, digging my toes into the wet and soft sand. Then I walked straight forward and into the sea. As soon as the water had reached the upper parts of my thighs, I dived into the ocean, with my arms stretched out. The water was cool, but so refreshing and I began swimming a bit further. From time to time I dived down and kept swimming underwater until I had to come to the surface again in order to take a breath. It was fun and it was so peaceful and relaxing. Until then, everything was normal and like it had been so many times before. But then something grabbed both of my feet and pulled me underwater.

The feeling on my feet was so strange, like they were stuck in a squishy tube or so. And as if this wasn’t enough, they also sunk deeper, so that my legs became engulfed, too. At first, I tried to move my feet, but this was not possible. I then tried to use my arms to get back to the surface, but I wasn’t strong enough. The next strange thing was, that I felt a firm grip on my thighs and that someone or something was pulling at my body, forcing me to slide deeper into the strange feeling tube. Only then I dared to turn my head around and could spy a Dewgong that was gnawing on my feet. Why would it do something like this? I thought it wanted to play a game, because it is known that Dewgong are very playful and friendly Pokemon. But soon enough I had to realize, that this Pokemon wasn’t playing. It wanted to eat me! My next idea was, that it was obviously mistaken me for its breakfast, but quickly enough it turned out, that it really wanted me. While all those thoughts rushed through my head I hadn't moved a bit. Instantly I began struggling, wrenching around. Somehow this worked, but not as I wanted. I just turned around, so that I was now able to face Dewgong, face to face. But my legs were still trapped inside the Pokemon’s mouth. I started to scream, but this was a mistake, because water was filling my mouth and almost streaming into my lungs. In the same moment we move up and Dewgong gave me opportunity to breath. I was thankful, that it didn’t intend to drown me, but just for a second, because the Pokemon kept gulping me down bit by bit. My legs had completely vanished into the depths of Dewgong by now, and I was able to look at a remarkably great bulge in its neck. It was my body, that left a bulge inside the Pokemon’s neck. I couldn’t believe, that Dewgong wanted to swallow me down in once piece, for I was nearly as long as the Pokemon. But this fact didn’t seem Dewgong from stopping. Quite the contrary, it took long and powerful gulps and I was surprised how fast I was sliding into the Pokemon. Dewgong’s face came closer with every swallow it took. I hadn’t given up struggling and moved around as strong and as heavy as I could, but this made Dewgong only more eager to consume me. I could feel my feet being squeezed into an open space, which must have been the Pokemon’s stomach. It really ate me, whole and wriggling and alive. I just couldn’t believe it. From time to time it swam back to the surface, so that I was able to breathe, then it dived back underwater. It certainly didn’t want to kill me. But why the hell did it try to send me all the way down to its stomach? I couldn’t find the sense behind this. Eventually it grabbed my arms with its flippers, pinning them to my body. Then it took a vast swallow and slurped my hands in. Now I was completely defenseless and also the strength went out of my body. Everything happened so fast from now on. My middle section disappeared into the Pokemon, then my shoulders, and my neck. I could feel my body being squeezed into Dewgong’s stomach, could see the bulge in the neck and in the growing belly below. I could feel a pressure against my body, as the Pokemon began massaging its belly with one of its flippers. The other flipper it put on its neck, and felt as I slid through the tight tube. My head was the only part outside, but with one giant swallow it was taken in and the Pokemon sealed its lips. With another large and powerful gulp my face entered the hot pulsating tube. Everything sounded different inside the Pokemon. I could hear every gulp, that Dewgong took so clearly, I could hear the growling and rumbling of the working stomach beneath. There was the beating of its heart as well. I was massaged from all sides, strong throat muscles working on my body, contracting rhythmically, pulling and squeezing me down. And finally, with the help of more powerful gulps, I was fully squeezed into Dewgong’s stomach. I kicked and struggled, squirmed around so much, but it didn’t help. And then…. And then I somehow fell asleep.

And now I am here, still trapped inside the belly of Dewgong. I just can imagin what a great bulge I must leaving in its belly. Its stomach certainly must be round and big and stretched out to all sides. And when I move, those movements can be seen from outside, for sure. Dewgong’s stomach walls aren’t so thick, because light can shine through them. Maybe, because it is so stretched. It is strange, but somehow I wish I could see this enormous and extended belly. This must be a magnificent sight. I am curious, what if I… I move a little bit around. Bubbles start rising around me and the belly emits a soft and constantly gurgling. Dewgong purrs in pleasure and I can hear a deep sigh. I squirm a little more and Dewgon’s groans get louder. It really enjoys this massage from inside. Again, I can feel the pressure of the Pokemon’s flippers that are examining me, while I’m wiggling. In some way this is fun and it kind of feels nice, when Dewgong is caressing me. I squirm around and give it the pleasure it desires and enjoys so much. The pressure against my body is getting stronger and for me it also feels pleasuring. I try to find out how far I can go and squirm with all of my strength. The groans get even louder, the rumbling of the belly as well. I get massaged from all sides and I imagine the huge belly and the expression on Dewgong’s face while I give him this lovingly squirms. I imaging how it must be like, when Dewgong is running its flippers over its massively swollen belly. After a while my movements die down again, because I’m exhausted, breathing heavily, but satisfied. Then a wave of tiredness overcomes me and I fall asleep again.

I wake up and find myself back at the beach again. I can hear a splashing sound and Dewgong waves with its flippers, drawing my attention. I walk towards the water and realize that the sun is rising in the east. It is a new day, which only means that Dewgong kept me one day in its belly. I don’t know why, but I am not angry, nor afraid. I even grew fond of the Pokemon. I dive into the water and swim together with Dewgong, knowing that I can visit a warm and cozy place, if I should become cold.