"Humph... 'Dynamaxing'..." Fowler commented, taking a sip from his warm drink. A fine trail of steam wafted up from the sake as it cooled. He hummed happily, setting the ceramic cup back down onto the table and returning his attention to the human across from him. Bryan waved his hand, dismissing his pokemon's dissatisfaction with the state of the world, and took a sip of his own sake as well.
"I think it's a great thing! It actually gives other pokemon a chance to battle you after all." Bryan responded, stabbing his fork into his bowl and munching on the crisp salad leaves. He mindlessly chewed for a moment, holding up his finger to continue his trail of thought. "Don't you get tired of battling the same pokemon all the time? There aren't all that many macros in Hoenn like yourself after all."

"I'll admit, Altaria is pretty tiring to fight. Did you hear she got arrested for using earthquake again?" Fowler said between sips, pointing outwards towards the mountain. A fresh fissure ran along the side the cragy surface. "I told her to forget using that move. People can get seriously hurt when macros battle with moves like that."

Bryan looked from the shaded seating of the restaurant, which was seated on the edge of Mauville city. It was one of the few places macros could eat without disrupting city centers. The restaurant occupied the entire north wall of the city-turned shopping mall, with a singular bar serving as a table. Nearby was a complex, where a pair of macros tended the kitchen, a Galade that worked dilligently at a the sushi bar, and a Gardevoir stirring what seemed to be a large wok of fried rice. He shook his head at the destruction though, agreeing with Fowler. "Yeahhh but she always fought dirty. Maybe you'll get to fight a-"

Bryan was interrupted when Fowler shook his head, waving his finger at the human. "I don't need some goofy macro poser upgrade to fight the little pokemon. The regular onces can put up a challenge too on occasion."

"Like that Treeko who used grass knot?" Bryan leaned in with a smirk. Fowler stopped mid sip to glare at the human, the purple eyes glinting more intensely than the giant's golden beak. A bit of flame engulfed Fowler's hand, heating up his drink in a small fit of frustration before sipping it again, at the correct temperature of 100 degrees. "We had every right to win that battle. Type and level advantage, I should have come out on top during that."

"You did. You landed on the Treeko, along with his trainer and that old lady's house nearby." Bryan retorted. He winced at the memory of that whole event. "He was in the pokemon center for hours."

"Well maybe he shouldn't have used grass knot! Who uses grass knot anyways?" Fowler drained his cup, setting it off to the side and was mentally preparing to continue on his tirade, when the Galade approached the table. He gave them a bow as he set down the food, a platter of sushi rolls, habachi grilled fish and veggies, and a tiny plate for the human adjacent to him, prepared by other human cooks tucked away in the kitchen. Fowler and Bryan both thanked him as he set down their food, and a brief moment of silence hung over them as they oogled their respective meals. Fowler cleared his throat, and shook his head, deftly snapping up his chopsticks as he prepared to eat. "Anyways... dynamaxing is dumb."

"People said the same thing about Z-moves! Ever since those crystals started getting out of Alola, people have been going nuts!" Bryan said as he used his fork to scoop up a heep of rice. Though his attention was elsewhere at the moment. He watched Fowler's beak part, revealing the treasure trove of golden flesh inside for only a moment. He surpressed a lusty moan as he watched the perfectly crafted confection of fish, rice, and seaweed pressed into the tongue and seeped saliva around it. And then the beak closed instantly, hiding the food away. This brought Bryan back down to Earth, and he blinked, hoping to not let his pokemon see his thoughts at the moment... a fruitless effort honestly. "Besides, Dynamaxing prototypes are the sole reason as to why you've got human style food. Without getting dump trucks of food shoveled into you."

"Not true! That pokepuff that Steven made me was delicious!" Fowler commented as he chewed. A shift of the corners of the blaziken's mouth, along with the messy squelches sounded out. Bryan's shoulders slumped a bit as he realized just how exciting the thought of that sushi roll breaking up inside of Fowler's mouth, and him rolling around inside of the maw with it. Fowler gave no indication that he knew about Bryan's desire for his insides, but he knew. It was the perfect moment to peruse the gathered crowd. "Speaking of delicious..."

On the rooftop of the building, there gathered a large grouping of people. It was about twenty humans, simply observing the spectacle of a macro dining. Though, some were doing more than observing. A section of the Mauville city rooftop was designated as free pickings for any macro who wanted to add some tasty humans to their meals. An animated sign depicting a giant sceptile eating tossing small human shapes into its mouth in a cartoony style looped on the screen, shooting a warning line across the platform for those who wanted to be gastrically doomed. It seemed the warning did little to dissuade the crowd, as many were eager to join Fowler's meal. The blaziken sighed, a little sad about something and offering the small humans before him an apologetic look. "Sorry I can't eat all of you guys. The Galla twins over there prepared all this great food and I wouldn't want to waste it."

"Hey you're free to come back tomorrow Fowler. You're great for buisness!" The shopkeep of a portable coffee stand hollared up to the macro. His name was Conrad, and he was a familiar sight for the blaziken. Fowler was a kind of celeberty of the Hoenn region. Macro pokemon were rare, and him being a rare beast with rare color patterns made all of the difference. Him having lunch at this place had garnered Conrad a line of people outside of the small box that he sold cafe confections from. Fowler chuckled at his comment, and perused the crowd, wiggling the three taloned fingers above them as he wondered.

"All of that good buisness isn't gonna do much for you when you're joining my lunch one of these days Conrad." Fowler responded, plucking one, and then two people out of the group. He rolled them in his palm, before letting them tumble out of it and onto the ceramic plates. He then ate another sushi roll, making a bit of a show of it as he chewed with his mouth open. His tongue crushed the roll, sending bits of rice and seaweed sprawling over the tongue. Fish flesh flattened and flaked in a saliva filled mess as the golden flesh sparkled marvelously around it all, before a gulp propelled the food out of sight. He sighed out a fishy scented breath over them, eliciting a cheer from a few of the humans as he plucked a few more treats from the crowd. "Besides, we're heading for Slateport, so we'll be there all day tomorrow."

Connor huffed, crossing his arms as he blushed. Clearly Folwer's comment didn't come from nowhere. He had similar thoughts and attractions to those that were currently tucked away in the blaziken's hand at the moment, carted towards the plate once again. "Hey you could probably cross that distance in like... a day! And I bet you could actually fly, I've seen you use brave bird!"

Fowler rolled his eyes and reached over towards Connor's cart. He carefully flicked the overhang window down, causing it to close with a slam and a confused protests from Connor. He then picked up the cart, carrying the human and his buisness over away from him and turning the cart around, causing the line of people to follow him, and earn the pokemon and his trainer a little bit more peace. "I've made my selection everyone. Feel free to watch but I'd like a bit of space if you don't mind."

Fowler then separated his prizes. Six humans in total, two sitting on the right of him on his sushi plate, and another four on a clean plate, being handed off to the Galade. "Gallern, be a dear and make these guys up into something tasty?"

Gallern smiled and nodded, respectfully taking the plate of humans and stepping away back behind his sushi bar. Fowler meanwhile, reached his chopsticks down, plucking up a human female from the remaining pair that sat atop his plate. He lifted her up, dunking her lower body into a pool of soy sauce and lifting her back up to his mouth. He opened it wide, much more than he actually needed to eat this woman, but he wanted to show off to all of the other potential morsels. He held her there, suspended over his tongue just inside of the beak. Soy sauce dripped from her soaked and stained legs, leaving little black spatters atop of the tongue, which were quickly diluted by spit. Fowler closed his mouth around her, and hummed happily, wiggling his mouth about as he tasted her. The little show concluded with a soft swallow, sending the woman down a one way trip through his massive neck. He sighed, showing off the lack of the human inside of his maw. Bryan, while certainly loving the view and the indulgence of Fowler eating up his kind, was fairly used to the sight. He sipped his drink and continued their conversation.

"Soo, speaking of the Galar region." He casually said in a sing song manner.

"I said Gallern, not Galar, but alright..." Fowler commented, a twinge of sarcastic annoyance in his voice.

"Yeah whatever, you wanna go?" Bryan was clearly a bit enthused by the idea. Fowler was less so. He shrugged and picked at his current sushi rolls some more, tossing one in effortlessly with his chopsticks.

"Not... reaaally. I kinda like the exclusivity of being a macro, as shocking as that may be to you Bryan." Fowler smiled at the human, but he was being honest. He gave the human an apologetic look. "Plus, I can speak english, rather than just shout my species out into the world and making nomeclature really easy for researchers... How about Sinnoh?"

Bryan perked up at that after the disappointment. He nodded happily at the blaziken's suggestion. "You'd tear that place up, since there's so many ice types out there."

"Damn right!" Fowler said with enthusiasm. He flexed his arms to show off his biceps. A puff of purple flames shot out of the vents on his arms, causing the crowd to cheer at the show of power. With newfound enthusiasm, Fowler plucked up his next morsel, the remaining human male who gleefully gasped, even as he was carefully dipped into the soy sauce. Fowler repeated the whole show, this time showing off the human inside of his mouth as he was tossed about. He was careful about keeping the little guy inside, rather than falling out of the beak. The tongue curled and cupped tightly around him, shifting about as the giant lifted another roll to his mouth. The human inside gasped as it got more crowded in the maw, soon immersed and tossed about inside of the flurry of food. He gasped for breath when he could, but things settled for a moment when Fowler opened his beak. The human admired the world framed by the golden prison he was trapped inside, while the admirers clapped at the display. A dazed human sat in a pile of sushi mush, taking in one last breath of fresh air before Fowler closed his mouth again, and gulped him down.

Bryan watched, a question plastered onto his face. Fowler raised a curious brow at the tiny trainer. "What?"

"How do you chew food so effectively without teeth?" The human asked. Fowler laughed at the random question out of nowhere, and jabbed at the human with his chopsticks.

"How do you not have the ability to shoot fire?" Fowler asked, mocking the tone of question. He then pointed to the utensils in his hand. "How do you not have the ability to use chop sticks??"

"You're dodging my question."

"I'm asking more interesting ones!" Fowler retorted. They didn't have time to get into it though as the blaziken's second course arrived. Four pieces of sushi, each with a different person trapped with it, be it a human tied to a slice of raw fish by seaweed strips, or wrapped with veggies, rice, and crab meat. The were all squirming, mostly to test the strength of their bonds. They would find that they were very strong, and that they're stuck with their fates now.

Fowler nearly instantly snatched up one of the nigiri, dipping it in soy sauce and tossing him into the mouth, giving little regard to the human attached. He wasn't making a show of this one. Now, it was time to eat. He moaned softly as the flavors of surf and turf, combined with a perfect savory and sour sensation on his tongue. He enjoyed the first bite of his second course so much, he paused only for a moment before working at his next morsel.

...

Janet sputtered, as yet another glob of food spilled into the stomach. She groaned and wiped it off of her face, a little dumbfounded at herself. This was not a place that one would expect to find a woman of class such as herself. Her dress alone was worth thousands... and now it was caked with rice, fish mush, and gastric slime. She traded her Mauville high rise apartment for this cramped, messy, churning stomach.

"At least it's gold." She thought to herself, stroking along the austentaciously colored flesh. Unable to really control herself, she pushed her cheek into the stomach wall, kneading at the soft flesh while food and drink continued to spill down into the stomach at various intervals.

Janet had retired at the age of 35, and after spending a few years into it, she decided to spice her daily life up. Ever since she saw that giant blaziken outside of her window, a regular to the sushi bar that served so many patrons in the past, she decided to begin risking it all. She had a careful schedule, appearing at Fowler's meals once a month whenever he was roaming the Hoenn region with his trainer, standing with the wouldbe doomed volunteers, watching as the macro enjoyed meal after meal, sending so many people away to help fuel his adventures. Part of her wanted to contribute to that, and part of her wanted to indulge in the thrill of being snatched up. So far, it had been a whole year of this, on and off, and now it was finally her turn. Fowler's stomach was everything she imagined it to be, a messy, vile smelling chamber with many roomates to share her fate with.

Despite her kneejerk reactions to the general unplesantries that came with being eaten and digested alive, she had to admit: this was lovely. The stomach churned softly around all of the food, shifting back and forth with every little motion as Fowler reached around the table. Conversing with his trainer and picking at his vast meal were much more gentle in comparison to if she was trapped as an energy boost, tossed around and jostled inside of his belly as he did flips and kicks. She was thankful for the relative peace and quiet, with the only interruptions being wet bubbling gurgles as the gut worked on both her, and everyone else.

The food mush was up to her chest now, so she figured that this would be as good of a time as any while she still had room to show off. She pulled out her poke-gear, turning it to herself smiling an enthusiastic selfie for a moment, pulling a wet, slimy piece of seaweed off from her hair and tossing it to the side with a wet splatter, before sighing and grabbing it again, this time draping it over her shoulders. It looked better for the shot composition, helping to reinforce the fact that she was food now. Meat trapped inside of Fowler. That reality dawned on her as she took the selfie, a bright red blush decorating her cheeks. She let out a shaky, joy filled sigh as she typed up a message to go along with the pic. "Finally got picked out by the golden beauty himself. This will be my last post so thanks to everyone for the support. I heard he's heading to Slateport, I hope more of you guys can join me in here~! <3"

The comments poured in, with her vast following online saying various things. The light shined on her face, twinkling and sparkling on the slimy golden stomach wall. She slid her hand along it, savoring its smooth texture. She took a few minutes to read the live feed.

"Gonna miss your posts."
"Wait who ate you?"
"Should I unfollow or not? Is that a weird question to ask?"
"Hey while you're still kicking, what do you think of the Poke-Pelgo labor scandal?"
"Have fun, hope to follow you down soon!"

She smiled at it all, and turned off her poke-gear. All of that was a world she was no longer part of. This was her home now. Fowler and his vast, powerful body. She settled into the chyme around her, idly pushing at a piece of fish with her feet and enjoying her solitude in the bend of the stomach, while others conversed at various spaces. She pet at the roof of her little pocket, bracing herself. She only had a couple of hours at most... and it was going to get crowded in here soon enough.

...

"Urrrrrp! Oof... excuse me." Fowler said, rubbing at his abdomen. His stomach was absolutely packed tight. Six humans, countless fish, hundreds of grains of rice. Various shreds of vegetables scattered about the place. Everything was more of a mass stacked up, pushed about and shifted inside of the golden gut.
The muscle would pulse and push all of that food around, just behind Fowler's perfect abdomen. The bird gave his gut a good pat, sending a pulsing thud around his prey tucked inside of his belly.

It had been a while since dinner. Bryan sat in the bend atop the blaziken's head as he walked along the route south. Each step was a jolt of motion to Bryan, who had gotten well used to the giant's walking around, carrying him between the cities and towns. He also got an incredible view from the top of Fowler's head, standing high above the treeline, and even the tall bike trail on the way to Slateport. Fowler carefully stepped over the bridge of the bike path, eliciting a few gasps of onlookers who tried to keep up with the incredible giant chicken.

To pass the time, Bryan scrolled along on his pokegear, stopping at an image of a familiar sight. Golden flesh, and a human woman who he recognized as the first morsel of Fowler's meal. Bryan crawled over to the giant's eye, holding up his poke-gear to the pupil, and watching the purple iris dilate to focus on the small image. "Hey, I think you ate some kind of online influencer?"

"Did I? I couldn't tell." Fowler said smugly, reaching up his claws to daintily pluck the poke-gear from Bryan's hands. His vision strained to look at the small image. He didn't recognize the woman, but he shrugged that off. It was definitely his stomach though. He handed the device up to his trainer on his head. "All you humans taste alike."

"Huh... looks like she told everyone where we're going. I bet you're gonna have a crowd waiting for you again." Bryan pointed out, amazed at the amount of comments, eager praises from soon to be willing victims of the giant's digestive tract.

"Nice, I was wondering what we were gonna do for breakfast when we got there. I'll need the protein boost." Fowler responded. His tongue slid out over his beak as he thought excitedly about his next meal. "I guess that means you'll get to keep breathing fresh air for another day."

"How benevolent of you." Bryan said, as if Fowler didn't casually threaten his life. He laughed a little at it though. He then looked down, seeing his pokemon's abdomen shifting with each step, the vast body continuously at work, and his thoughts drifted to what was inside. "Think she's still alive in there?"

Fowler looked down to his belly, giving it a little rub.
...
At that moment, Janet let out a soft gasp. She was really starting to feel the effects of digestion on her body now. Her skin felt soft to the touch as she was definitely slowly melting away. Several people had passed out by now. Anyone else who hadn't, was not in much of a state to do a lot of moving.

Her saving grace had been her early adoption of the bend of the stomach. Tucked away in there, she had a good amount of isolation from the concentration of seeping stomach acid, which filled the gut. Those who got the brunt of it, had already sank below the surface, and were presumbaly gathered up in a loose pile at the bottom of Fowler's stomach.
Every step Fowler took further agitated the mush around her, making it harder and harder to really keep purchase in the stomach. But still she persisted. She wanted to spend as long as she could with her eyes open, enjoying her fate inside of the blaziken's golden belly.

...

"Hmm... nope." Fowler commented casually. Not only was he full of humans, but also full of himself; confident that his potent digestive system had finished the job. It didn't matter if he was right or not. Soon enough, he would be.

"Shame, could have asked her to get us tickets to the pokemon contest." Bryan said, laying down in the feathers atop the blaziken's head.

"I can't even fit in the building!" Fowler said, looking upwards as if to look at the human.

"Well I could put you in your pokeball."

"Then I wouldn't get to watch!"

"Bahhhh." Bryan waved his hand, dismissing Fowler's distress. Fowler smiled, and the two enjoyed the peace for a moment...

"Wanna go inside of my mouth instead?" Fowler asked.

"Yes." Bryan responded immediately, and completely lacking in tone. He stuffed his poke-gear into his bag and scrambled across Fowler's golden beak, sliding into his ready palm. Bryan grabbed onto the side of the beak, lifting it open (even though Fowler did most of the work there) and tossing himself inside. He splatted across the tongue, now clean of the dinner from the constant seepage of saliva. Fowler hummed around Bryan, the dome of the beak vibrating along with the tone.

Inside, he sprawled out across the massive muscle, spreading his flavor as much as he could. Bryan took a deep breath of the maw, a fishy odor that dangled in the air around him, the sour scent of the stomach's constant work softly wafting from the throat behind him. The human savored that smell, that sensation, wondering one day when he'd get to experience that himself...

All the while, Fowler stopped at a nearby valley, finding a comfortable field of grass to settle on. His back was propped up against a mountain, and his hands behind his head as he still tasted his human, tucked away in the bend of his tongue, safe and warm as a treat for Blaziken to suckle on.

"Hmm... Sinnoh..." He pondered as he drifted off to sleep.

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So something a little different from me: POKEMON VORE!!!!

Yeah so I decided to take my human sona, pair him with Fowler, and toss them both into the world of Pokemon, slightly enhanced to my horrendous tastes because of course it is. In a world where macro pokemon (which are not dynamaxed) are a thing, they display the ability to speak English, and act like normal people... just bigger... and they can breathe fire.

And so came another one of my pre-sleep vore impulse writings. This time with 75% less proof reading! Also I know the story's text doesn't appear right, and no I don't know how to fix it ;u;. It's probably because I upload from .rtf's because I DONT HAVE WORD ON MY PODUNK LAPTOP WOOOOO :D.

Honestly not the most thought out thing but I might play around with this idea a bit more in the future. I had a blast writing this. Hope you enjoy reading!

Thumbnail is ripped from this image http://www.furaffinity.net/view/31583730/ made by  arctikah