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vorezma · 7 years

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Guzma and Plumeria vore: Helping Out a Friend

{Hello again tumblr: I'm back with another short drabble.

So, I recalled seeing a post/comic/art somewhere at some point about someone voring their sick friend to give them a warm, safe, humid place for them to relax and thought it was kind of a cute idea, so I decided to give it a shot.

Here's a drabble where a sick Plumeria is lovingly vored by a somewhat nervous Guzma and finally gets some rest after days of dealing with a nasty cold.}

"AHHHHH-CHOO!"

Plumeria groaned as she sneezed again, the Admin slumping down on her bed, pulling the blanket up over her head as she sniffled.

She heard the door to her room slowly open, her blanket being gently lifted up shortly after, a familiar hand sliding a new box of tissues under the blanket for her...

A hand that she immediately grabbed by the wrist, a familiar voice whispering, shakily:

"Jeez Plumes, you gave me a heart attack."

She wiggled her head out of the blanket, yellow and pink strands of hair laying haphazardly over her face as she looked up at Guzma, pleading:

"Don't go."

Guzma sighed.

"Plumes, not to be rude or nothin, but you're sick. If I stay in here with you I'm gonna get sick too and then who's gonna run the team, huh?"

The Admin just scooted closer to the edge of the bed, clutching Guzma's arm now.

"Guz you know I ain't gonna be okay on my own: I'm gonna go crazy if I'm stuck in here all day...I got stuff to do..."

Guzma moved closer to the bed, carefully wiggling his arm out of her grip and pulling the blanket back over her again.

"What you gotta do is SLEEP: I can handle all the stuff you gotta do. Just rest, okay?"

He went to move back towards the door, only to have Plumeria reach an arm around his waist and pull him closer to her again, tiredly arguing:

"Can't sleep: I'm cold, my nose is all screwed up, and it's too bright. My eyes hurt..."

She pulled him even closer, Guzma sighing: jeez, she's always stubborn when she's sick, always wanting to get up, unable to rest, always bustling and busy...

He couldn't ask for a better second-in-command in the world but JEEZ she never could relax, could she? Not even when she was sick...

He gently rested his hand down on top of her head, brushing a few strands of hair off of her face as he asked:

"What do you want me to do, Plumes? How can I get ya ta rest?"

The woman was silent for a while, holding Guzma around his waist, hanging half off the bed, bracing her head against his stomach...hey, wait a minute: that gave her an idea.

"I got a stupid idea, Guz."

"What's that?"

"You wanna eat me?"

"...you serious?"

She looked up at him, explaining:

"I figure it's warm, dark, quiet, kinda humid so my nose won't be as messed up...and I'd be there to ask if you needed help picking up all my work."

Guzma sighed, shaking his head.

"I ain't gonna ask you for help, Plumes, but are you sure you wanna be stuck in my gut for a while? Like is that ACTUALLY gonna make you feel better? Not make ya more sick?"

The woman weakly shrugged.

"Worth a try. Plus I don't think you're really gonna complain."

"Yea, yea..."

Guzma grumbled, gently unhooking Plumeria's arm off from around his waist and helping her back up onto the bed before stepping out, returning with a big towel, laying it out on the bed next to her as he explained:

"Gonna send you in with this: don't want you gettin too wet or grossed out."

Plumeria sighed, responding:

"Guzma I've been in your stomach dozens a times now, I ain't worried about it-"

"You gotta be comfy if you're gonna sleep, and being all sticky and wet ain't comfy."

*sigh* "Fine."

Plumeria sat up, leaning into Guzma's hand as she was shrunken down and picked up, the woman not resisting as she was carefully tucked into the towel, Guzma's voice rumbling in her ears as he asked:

"You need anythin before I drop you in?"

"Nah. I'll let you know if I do."

"Alright..."

Plumeria snuggled into the towel as it was closed around her, the Admin attempting to stay comfortable as she felt Guzma swallow the bundle of cloth, the woman only really adjusting once she felt the world around her stop moving and heard the familiar background noise of Guzma's heartbeat above her and the ambient groans and gurgles of his stomach around her.

The woman moved around in the dark, wriggling until her head was poking out of the towel just a little bit, taking in a deep, long breath of the damp, warm air and hearing Guzma talking to her as she got settled:

"You okay in there Plumes?"

"Yea," she cooed, "this is good."

"Good to hear."

She could sense the tension in the air after that statement, the woman being able to tell, even from in here and without any body language to go on, that Guzma was nervous about something.

"...are YOU okay, Guz?"

He stuttered a little, explaining:

"I dunno: I always feel weird eatin you. I'm always worried that it ain't comfortable for you or that I do it too much..."

Plumeria sighed, wanting to comfort him, the Admin making sure her tone was honest and reassuring:

"I wouldn't have asked you to put me in here if I didn't want to, Guz: you're okay."

She heard him let out a relieved sigh, the woman relaxing further as she felt him rub his stomach for a moment.

"That makes me feel a lot better...anyway, get some sleep. And if you need anything, yell."

Plumeria yawned, responding:

"Right back at you: if you need help with any of my chores or need to know how to do em, yell."

"Uh huh," Guzma replied, Plumeria not needing to see his face to know he was rolling his eyes, "just focus on relaxin, pal."

With that, he turned toward the door, pulling it closed behind him.

"...ah-choo!"

Plumeria sneezed again, but this time her nose didn't flare up with nearly as much pain, the woman able to clean her dribblings off on the towel and go back to focusing on the world around her.

Guzma's stomach growled from time to time, and although most would probably find such sounds ominous, Plumeria had long since gotten used to them and knew it wasn't in Guzma's power to digest her, anyway.

Those soft gruggles and groans had long since turned into calming, welcoming white noise for her, and she let her body relax, her head propped against the edge of the little nest she'd made for herself in the towel, feeling the sway of Guzma's body as he moved from place to place, hearing the muffled tones of him giving orders and helping the grunts out with things, all of them completely unaware of how close she really was...

She sighed: it was nice to be invisible for a moment, she thought, to not have to deal with the continual needs of the team as she sat here, completely shut off from the world.

Yes, she could definitely get some more rest here than in her room.

"..."

With time, Plumeria was lulled closer and closer to sleep by the warmth and gentle swaying of Guzma's stomach, the Admin closing her eyes, finally letting the heavy, calming veil of sleep overtake her, make her slowly slump down in her towel nest, hearing one last round of gurgles before finally dozing off.

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The next morning, Plumeria was feeling pretty good, letting out a pleased yawn and stretching as she walked into the kitchen, finding Guzma sipping on some Tapu Cocoa as she passed, going to make herself some breakfast.

She felt a little more human today, less stuffed-up and in pain, and, according to the thermometer, her fever was pretty close to breaking.

"Morning, Guzma," she said, smiling as she put the thermometer away and reached for stuff to make breakfast...

And she nearly dropped the carton of milk she'd pulled out of the fridge as Guzma suddenly and loudly-

"AAAAH-CHOO!"

...sneezed.

She turned to him, noting how tired, pale and, well, SICK he looked.

"Don't tell me..."

"Yep," he sniffled, obviously clogged up, "I caught your cold."

Plumeria sighed. Of course.

The woman jumped as Guzma sneezed again, splattering some of his Tapu Cocoa onto the floor.

The Admin strode over, draping a towel over the mess, Guzma letting out a little groan as she felt his forehead and yep, he was definitely running a temperature.

"Jeez Guz..."

To her suprise, the man smiled up at her, his tone playful, joking:

"Well, y'know what they say: you are what you eat."

He chuckled, Plumeria rolling her eyes as she helped him back up the stairs and to his room, getting the boss situated and tucked under the covers, his cocoa left for him on the side-table, a cold washcloth draped over his forehead, and a fan brought in to keep him cool.

"Ya ain't got to do any of this Plumes, you gotta-"

"What I GOTTA do, Boss, is make sure this team is running nice and smooth, and that ain't gonna happen if you don't get better. SLEEP."

She heard Guzma groan unhappily as he nestled into bed, Plumeria making sure to turn off the lights as she left, hearing a faint request as she went to leave...

"Plumes?"

"Yea?"

"Thanks."

She smiled, quietly replying as she closed the door:

"Right back at ya, Guz."

#writingsofawimpod #guzma vore #soft vore #pokemon vore #team skull vore #{Welp second drabble done}#{starting to feel a little more confident writing this stuff}#{*shrugs*}

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vorezma · 7 years

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Some headcanons

-Guzma didn’t know about his curse/new abilities until well after he gained them. He spent several days with an insatiable appetite out of nowhere, surprising Plumeria and his grunts as they usually wouldn’t see him eating more than once, maybe twice a day before and he’d almost always be gorging on junk food when he did...but during those first few days after being cursed he ate just about anything he could find, trying to make the gnawing, constant hunger STOP.

-He eventually did get it to stop...and also discovered his powers at the same time when a lone grunt came up to his room late one evening, asking for a clarification on instructions for a mission the next day, only to find a panicking, freaked-out Guzma curled up on the floor. Guzma thought he was going to die because he had been eating for days and still felt like he was starving: he was convinced that he had some sort of disease or injury or something that was preventing him from taking in any nourishment from food, and when the grunt nervously approached him and lightly tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention, well...

-Guzma wasn’t sure what had happened at first, but the panicked screams and kicking in his stomach quickly clued him in, and he was thoroughly confused and terrified when he coughed up a frightened but otherwise unscathed grunt.

-Guzma ended up talking to Plumeria about what had happened and the two of them spent the next several weeks or so figuring out the extent of his abilities through careful experimentation and patience. Guzma still feels in debt to Plumeria for putting up with him continually eating her off-and-on for what had to be a good month or so.

-After that they did their best to keep his abilities a secret, Guzma having to learn to live with his curse and a continual feeling of emptiness and hunger...

-Guzma has tried a few ridiculous things with his powers: for example, he once tried to find out if he could eat and hold inanimate objects in his stomach by eating the toaster, which Plumeria only figured out had happened when she saw the toaster missing from the kitchen counter one morning, then returned the next with a drool-soaked towel left on the counter next to it.

-Guzma mayyyyyy have used his powers for mischievous purposes once or twice, too: swallowing an entire box of malasadas Plumeria had brought home before anyone else could get any, using his ability to shrink people to mess with folks coming to challenge him to pokemon battles (just a few inches off their height, just for a little added intimidation) and so on.

-Belly rubs are always a yes, regardless of any voring going on or not. Belly rubs are always welcome and will be received with much gratitude by your boy: they help ease his aching stomach and just plain feel nice,really.

#headcanons #{have some random thoughts that I had while at work today}#{*shrugs*}

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vorezma · 7 years

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Reader x Guzma Vore: Trying It Out

{Hello there tumblr!

So, I recently opened up this little vore-centric Guzma blog here, and thought I'd start it off with some fluffy reader x vore...which also happens to be my first real foray into writing vore. Oh boy.

Anyway, premise of this drabble that you're Guzma's S.O. and you've heard rumors about his supposed voracious abilities and want to see them first-hand. He's apprehensive at first, but it eventually devolves into fluff and reassurance for the both of you.

Anyway, have this short little thing, and if you want to interact with a big fluffy pred Guzma my ask box is open and so on. Hope you have a nice day!}

"Heh, c'mon babe don't rush me."

Guzma chuckled as you pressed against him, hugging and staring up at him with a big smile on your face and an expectant glint in your eyes: finally, after weeks upon weeks of you asking and pleading and bargaining and persisting with him, Guzma had finally agreed to let you experience his abilities.

"Still don't get why you even WANT to do this, [name]" he admitted, raising an eyebrow, "pretty sure most folks'd run away screamin instead of tryin somethin like this..."

Despite his confusion, he smiled as he returned your hug, pulling you in close:

"...guess you ain't like most people though, are ya babe?"

He chuckled again, craning his neck down and planting several kisses along your neck and face, giving you a small peck on the nose before he continued:

"Aight, so, first thing's first: if you're feelin weird or want out at any point just yell, kay? I'll be able to hear ya so don't worry about that."

You couldn't hide how the already huge smile on your face got even bigger as he looked down at you, the Team Skull boss giving you a little smile in return, cooing:

"Heh, guess I'm just keepin you waiting now, huh?"

He licked his lips, finishing:

"Let's get on with it."

You felt a strange sensation suddenly take hold of your body: it wasn't unpleasant, just jarring, flickering between nausea and a slight ticklish feeling...

And you quickly found yourself shrunken down, tiny and held in Guzma's hand for just a moment before-

You were pushed into his mouth.

You were just the right size, small enough that you had enough room to splay you arms and legs out without danger of being accidentally bitten down on, yet big enough that the space felt cozy, comfy, even welcoming.

You felt his tongue beneath you shifting, the light filtering in from between his slightly parted jaws illuminating the roof of his mouth above, his teeth ahead of you, and his tongue below.

You let out a pleased sigh as he slowly moved his tongue side-to-side, gently moving your tiny form back and forth as he carefully, cautiously tasted and toyed with you a little: it wasn't often he got to use his abilities, especially with someone willing, someone who actually ENJOYED this kind of thing, a fact that he still couldn't wrap his head around...

But here he was with you in his mouth, Guzma feeling an odd kind of happiness, having someone he loved trust him enough to let him eat them.

"Mmmmm..."

You felt his pleased hum rumble through you, you letting out a hum of your own, happy that Guzma seemed content with you being in here so far...and seemed to be enjoying this too, at least a little bit.

"Ahhh, ahah..."

His amused, good-natured laugh was muffled by you being in his mouth, Guzma still bewildered that you hadn't cried out for him to stop or put you back to normal yet, that you seemed quite alright with the situation...

You, in the meantime, heard something from deep down the dark, waiting chasm behind you: a distant gurgle, the rumble of a waiting, empty stomach.

And you knew it wouldn't be long before you were brought straight to it.

"Mmm..." *glurk*

Guzma tilted his head back, you sliding down and then past the back of his mouth, him swallowing you whole, his throat muscles doing the rest of the work as you were slowly pulled and pushed along by powerful yet warm, squishy walls, hearing his heartbeat increase then decrease in volume as you passed his chest, eventually taking a short fall down into...

His stomach.

It was pitch-dark, as you had expected it to be, but feeling around you got a good sense of your surroundings.

The space was pretty big, with plenty of room for you to maneuver around and get situated as you liked. Your bae's stomach was slowly, softly undulating as well, occasionally growling with a low but welcoming groan and, as Guzma had assured you, there was no stomach acid, no threat or danger here...

Just a big, warm, damp and squishy place for you to relax.

Before long your exploration was interrupted by a familiar but muffled voice coming from outside:

"Can ya hear me [name]?"

Yes, you called out, hearing the sigh of relief that flowed out of Guzma's lungs as he replied:

"Ah, good: wanted to make sure you were okay in there...speakin of which, you ARE okay, right? Like, ya don't want me ta cough you back up, right?"

Yes, you replied again, leaning back, reclining against the softly moving, warm stomach wall as he continued:

"Heh, nice...if ya need anything all you gotta do is yell, kay? Other than that, enjoy your stay at Chez Guzma I guess, eheh."

You heard him chuckle, gently curling up against his stomach wall, closing your eyes and enjoying the strange amount of comfort and peace this place brought, listening to the sounds around you, the faint, distant noise of Guzma's heartbeat easing you closer and closer towards sleep.

As for Guzma himself, well, this was quite nice, he had to admit.

Why was it that him eating someone, never to digest, never to keep always satisfied him more than actual food?

He could never tell...but hey, he wasn't complaining.

He sat down, reclining back in his chair, relaxing as he watched some videos on his laptop, gently rubbing his stomach from time to time as he enjoyed the sensation of having you in his belly, finding an odd amount of peace, reassurance in your presence there.

In a way, he supposed, this could be considered a great sign of trust and an expression of a particularly close bond: you trusted him enough to let him literally EAT you, and while you're inside him he gets to completely surround, envelop and protect you to from the world, embrace you not just with his arms but hold you closer to his heart, to the center of his being than ever before...

"...huh."

Y'know, now that he thought about it, he could sorta see why you liked this stuff after all.

~~~

By the time you woke up, you were in Guzma's bed, dried off and gently tucked under the blankets, back to normal.

Guzma walked over as you yawned, the man sheepishly apologizing for coughing you back up without asking first: he admitted that he'd gotten worried about having you inside of him for a long time and was concerned that if he took a nap too he wouldn't hear you if you wanted to get out...

You assured him that it was okay, and after he seemed to accept that you weren't unhappy on that front, he began to flurry you with questions about the rest of the experience:

"How'd you like bein in there? Be honest with me babe..."

"It wasn't too wet or gross, was it? I can send you in with a towel next time..."

"It didnt scare ya, right? Don't wanna scare ya, y'know: that's the LAST thing ya boy wants you to feel, I ain't ever wanna scare you, babe..."

You answered each of his questions patiently, eventually pulling him down onto the bed with you, hugging and nuzzling him, reassuring him that, yes, you had enjoyed it, yes it comfortable, yes you had felt safe and secure and weren't scared at all...

And that you'd love to do it again.

"Ah jeez..."

Guzma blushed slightly at that particular statement, him clearing his throat before continuing:

"...you really are somethin, you know that? Ya hear that ya boy can literally fuckin EAT people and your first instinct is to ask and try it out and THEN, when ya finally get out, you tell me you wanna do it again..."

He smiled, giving you a little nuzzle as he hugged you close.

"...heh, ya really know how to make me smile, [name]."

He gave you a kiss on the forehead, keeping you held close as the two of you snuggled up together.

"I love ya, babe."

You kissed him back, returning his nuzzles: you loved him too...

Inside and out.

#writingsofawimpod #reader x vore #guzma vore #pokemon vore #soft vore #{hhhh my first attempt at writing vore ever}#{apologies if this is crap}

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