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As the constantly growing number of people joined on the site waited eagerly, the black little screen within their computers finally changed image! The little digital icon of a sleeping Snorlax with a sign that said "Please Wait" was traded for that of two little Magnemites kept clicking onto and off each other's magnets, whilst the text said "Connecting". The chat came to life with exited comments spamming messages like "Here it comes" and the likes, as a Pikachu running in a wheel, with a white text beneath that said "Loading", replaced the previous Magnemites for only a brief second. The black screen lagged a few seconds as broken-up and polygenic scrambles of what looked to be a forest and a young man's face loaded in to a twisted and metallic voice, until the livestream finally stabilized and allowed the online Vore community to see the face of Miles as he adjusted the camera in the nearby tree. The chat exploded in greetings and cheers after the long wait. It had been over a week since his last livestream that had gone viral online. His original streaming had been humble, as only a few friends from various sites even knew of it, but images taken from the stream and Miles himself uploading it to MienfooTube had taken the world by nuts. People called it off as another garage-shot special effects flic, several videos having already popped up trying to debunk the documented vore-scene by claiming that there were graphical glitches and whatnot. But the rapid growth and awareness had caught every fan of the fetish and made them search for the source. Finding Miles' accounts on FurfrouAffinity, Ekan's Portal and EeveeiantArt and from there located his streaming site. Many were also there just to see what the fuzz was about or to simply follow the craze or get their daily dose of horror, not seeing the sexual in it all. With such a mixed audience, of course not knowing it himself from his deep-in-the-bush-location, Miles simply smiled with a boosted confidence from his last run. "Hey there, everyone! Miles here, and I just wanna thank you all for the support and donations! You guys busted the goal I set on Vapatreon in- I still can't believe it... TWO hours! So guess what? For all your kindness, I got a bonus feature for you all!" The young man grinned as he took a few steps back, allowing the online audience to see that the camera followed him! "Motion-sensor! And that's not all! I ran a few tests yesterday, and if I've done everything right..." The blonde boy began to fiddle with his forehead as the camera zoomed in on him. There was a slight lag, before a smaller window opened up on the screen displaying the kid. It needed a few seconds before smaller screen became sharp and clear! "I was able to update my gear! A much better go-cam along with the new tracking camera! So now I'll be able to give you feeds from both the in- AND outside!" Unable to see it, Miles could almost imagine the chat cheering about it before turning around and pointing into the nearby bushes. "I found something I think you guys will like... and tracking camera shouldn't have any issues zooming in that fa-" Miles grew silent and began to move his head around, as if trying to see the presence he apparently felt. The viewers were confused, as the boy behaved as if in company of someone unknown, before the bush just next to him rustled slightly and a figure stepped out. "Well now... peeping on me when I rested? Did you think I was sleeping, Miles?" The elegant figure tapped Miles on the shoulder, smiling slyly at him as he turned around to face her. Before him stood the Pokémon he had scouted yesterday and thought to have followed to set up for the stream, taken aback over that she seemingly spoke to him from within his own head... psychic powers. He was about to ask how she knew his name, but realized that the question would be futile as he already knew the answer... she probably also knew of the cameras and the livestream and everything if she could read his mind that easily.

"Uhm... well, yeah.. I k-kinda did. Sorry, I couldn't help it... I mean, I shouldn't have- what I mean is-"

A slick and seemingly fragile, white finger pressed to his lips and silenced him, causing him to blush over how close she was from stepping forth to do it. She was fairly taller than him, looking a few years into adulthood. Of course, with knackers like those, who could blame him for thinking so. The Gardevoir was obviously female. Tall, elegant and moved with grace and silence. Her feet barely touching the ground, seemingly levitating just above it. An ability that seemed to have caused her great comfort through-out her life... She was beautiful. Where most of the Gardevoirs one would see in magazines or on TV were very slick and skinny due to humanity's constantly warping view on beauty, this one had truly grown up in the wild and maybe abused her powers. Her psychic powers allowing her to hover and manoeuvre all she needed around her, she had never had to work very hard physically. Her body slightly plump, almost chubby in some places. Adding great width to her hips, chest and making her structure in general look more capable to resist blows than her skinnier cousins. In fact... now that Miles thought about it... she looked very much like how most housewives looked. Beautiful, slightly pampered, but with a body that spoke of having birthed a couple an offspring...

"Not untrue... I won't deny it. But the last one left home a few months ago, and good males of my own kind is sooo -hard- to find." The tone of her elven, seductive voice bounced within Miles' skull, her heavy and dragged-out pronunciation of the word 'hard' was joined by her eyes carrying a deadly, inviting look to them, as the late teen human could feel her powers stroke against his hips even as her hands were tied by her chest in a woeful gesture. Realizing that she had once more read his mind and his analyse and praising of her body, the boy blushed and blurred.

"I, aba... you-... eheh..... pretty." He smiled nervously, frightened to speak or even think as who knew what she could read or how she would react to it. "Oh, you don't have to hide anything from me." She smiled in a motherly way, even if her eyes deliberately sunk slowly to his crotch during a break of a few seconds before returning to focus on his shaky-nervous orbs again. "Though I am a bit displeased with how you intended to simply have your way with me in my sleep... such uncouth behaviour from such a handsome young man... did you never think to simply ask me? I -was- nearby during your little adventure with the tall, yellow thing. Your thoughts practically screamed through-out the forest, darling... I doubt any of my kin missed it, for how strong your signals were." She giggled, before turning to the camera behind her and waving at it. "They can't hear me though."

The chatroom had begun to lag from the sheer pressure of all the comments spamming the fairly weak site. All they could see was Miles standing there with a tall and curvy Gardevoir and mumbling like a dork, sweating and blushing to her actions that they couldn't see or feel. Some of the more educated in the chat tried to explain that she probably used psychic abilities, but no comment remained visible for longer than a few seconds due to the constant spamming. The couple of minutes since the busty female appeared had also lead to a massive increase in viewers, both members of the site and anonymous people without accounts... enough to actually cause the site to crash shortly after, as Miles had never expected the crowd to grow so immensely. The cheap and heavily commercial-funded site he used couldn't handle it. But as thousands and thousands more of people across world began to groan and spit over the two-frame icon of a Chansey running with the site logo in her hands, Miles was unaware of it and chipped for air as the mental powers fondling his junk squeezed a little too hard on the left orb. The female had leaned forth once more after turning back from the mounted camera with her petite fingers literally sinking into the unreasonably soft material of her plush pumpkins. Fondling- almost groping herself as she moved the two masses against each other and the red flat spike just barely poking out between them... all whilst smiling to the young man before her like a succubus in its right element. "Yay... or nay...?" She pronounced the words with her human-like lips as her voice poured between the many nooks and crannies of Mile's brain... like milk on a pile of cereal. Attempting to swallow, but having nothing physical to send down due to his mouth being dry as a dust storm, Miles could only but nod as his young eyes rushed between the seductive eyes digging into his and the two almost warping lumps beneath her well-hidden key bones. Polite and kind by nature, but his age showing as he had issues keeping his naughtiness in check. He moved his hands forward slowly, cupped in the air as if preparing to capture fragile eggs with great care and precision. Something the Gardevoir seemingly lost patience with quite quickly... Grabbing his hands by the wrists and pushing them up tight to her bosom with a satisfied sigh and roll of her closed eyes. Miles was stunned by the sensation in his palms... He was not completely without experience of the female form, but this was a bit beyond his average day encounters. Her skin was as cool as the white colour it bore, but he could still feel the warmth practically radiating from the plump material beneath. And the material itself... she had made them look so soft and plush with her touch, but whether be from his own strength being laughable compared to hers or not, they felt more like... planets. As if they had gravity of their own, pulling his hands tighter against them on a molecular level as if wishing to merge with his palms. He tried squeezing them like he had seen her do, like he had many times wished to do in his fantasies... and whilst he could see the thin little limbs on his hands sink into the material, it felt far thicker than he had- a sudden sensation of moisture caught him unaware and made him fear that he had gotten a severe case of poorly timed hand sweat, but upon removing one hand he saw the few drips of thick cream slowly running down his palm from the middle... This confirming his theory of the female having been- or rather maybe even WAS a mother... As she giggled over his surprised look and gently stroked his head, calmly moving it closer to her mommy-zeppelins, he suddenly understood the unexpected sensation of thickness. Her glands must be rather full. His entire body shivering in a single, powerful pulse erupting from his spine upon the contact between her body and his face, Miles was torn from his analysis and saw little but Red and White. His nose had calmly collided against the red arrow-head that seemingly penetrated all Gardevoirs in such a peculiar manner, but it wasn't only the impact that had made him react. It was that it had been so... tender? Soft and a little wiggly, like a really chubby finger as there was still something more solid a little way within to keep the shape. And the owner had moaned at his touch of it. "You naughty little man... forcing yourself upon a poor mother of fourteen like this... Oh! You scoundrel, throwing me to the ground like this!" The Gardevoir raised a hand to her forehead, pulling some of the green hair away from her closed eyes and revealing her blushing cheeks and delicate chin as she leaned back against the grass. Blinking, Miles looked to both his sides without moving anything but his eyes... When had they ended up lying on the ground? Had he actually given in to some kind of animalistic desire and pushed her down? Was this just her seductive way or psychic powers playing games on him? Wait... how many kids did she say she-

"Oh... mister Miles..." She moaned again, biting onto a knuckle of her raised fist with her pale cheeks practically blossoming with roses. Miles had shivered and gasped at the same time as she moaned, looking down to see his naked body on top of hers, with her natural gown spread to the sides to allow his erect member to lay against her tender gender. Realizing that his head had felt woozy for a while now, Miles closed his eyes hard in an attempt to focus his thoughts... coming to the conclusion that he didn't really care. Reaching his tongue out, he licked the red shape jutting out between the Pokémon's jugs, making the seductress sigh in delight over his obedience and 'initiative'. She knew from experience that even the least experienced male would give in to instinct after just a few pushes in the right direction...

The chatroom went from zero to one hundred real quick as it recovered. It had been down for fifteen minutes (give or take) and under constant harassment from people spamming the re-load button without patience. And once it DID get back up and the feed had stabilized once more, the first thing that anyone connecting to Miles' feed would see was the man himself motorboating the busty and lusty Gardevoir, whose head leaned back and allowed the mounted camera to capture her blushing and dopey smile. The second camera, the small one on Mile's forehead, took a while longer to connect again... but it gave no good visual as it was mostly just white, black, white, black... sometimes a nibble or quickly flashing her face or stomach, but it was clear that the cameraman had other things in mind than the quality of his stream. The viewers didn't know for how long the two had been at it, but several in the audience were saluting the vore-explorer with tears in their eyes for his bravery and contributes to their daily dosage of spank-material. And though Gardevoir's real and verbal voice had been heard in lesser moans, yips and sighs, the soft and deep voice was caught well on both cameras as she cried out her name. Miles had moved his hands down to her waist and raised his head, red and moist from sweat with traces of milk dripping from his mouth's corners, and burrowed his member as deep within her craving folds as he could before unleashing. Feeling his own length tremble slightly as the load travelled through the lower section of it, swelling and stretching the sensitive tube before the pressure shot through the tip in four thick pulses... Slowly lowering himself back down onto the panting, older Pokémon and laid against her warm and soft body, Miles mumbled words of gratitude in his own out-of-breath-daze. Hormones running wild through the male, spiking his reward-senses with Pride, Pleasure and Comfort. He calmly kissed the upper chest of his lover as his world grow into more and more of a haze... not visually, as he had expected from feeling so drained... but... but..? Actually, he didn't know what he expected. He didn't really care either, she was gorgeous after all. And the eggs she would lay and later nurse by the same chest he had been would need nutrient. Yes, of course. The both sat up seemingly simultaneously, having recovered their breaths and just staring into each other's eyes. One with a dopey smile on his face, the other with a sly greed on hers. Sitting on her knees in front of Miles, the chubby and curvy female leaned forward and began to lick his face. The people watching the feed were puzzled over how calm the young man appeared to be, how calmly he sat there on his knees and just accepted that a Pokémon tasted him... they all knew what was about to happen. The viewers knew because of the promise given by Miles, Miles himself knew because he wasn't allowed any other thoughts by Gardevoir, Gardevoir knew because she felt her primordial desires to supply herself with all the fat, protein and minerals the father of her soon-to-grow eggs contained....

Spreading her petite and rarely seen open mouth, she engulfed the head of the young human inch by inch. Sliding over his blond hair with ease and his sweaty, salty face even easier. Miles had no true thoughts outside of being happy to supply to the mother of his offspring, happy and satisfied in knowing that he would be of use to them from their birth so they could live healthy lives and evolve faster. But even as his own mind was near blank due to the blockades set up during his states of weakness, the camera strapped to his forehead still recorded and sent its in-depth experience of what the mounted camera captured from the outside.

Showing the watchers at home both the oddity of how the Gardevoir's head barely seemed to expand at all from having all of Miles' head within it, even as she sucked on his neck and throat, but also how the cameraman himself laid against the back of her savouring tongue and stared straight down a pulsating throat. The camera being rather state-of-the-art, switching to a surprisingly well and details-capturing Night-Mode upon being sealed away from any light. Not being as great in capturing sound as its larger cousin in the tree, but good enough to offer a decent quality on the ambiance of echoing moans and deep-throated slicks, gulps, drips and glucks. From the outside, they could see the thin neck of the female stretch to give room as she began to swallow, all whilst hearing the rippling and crawling sound schlop in their headsets. For the longest time, the head-cam's image was a mixture of both constant change and none at all as it ventured deeper and deeper into her body. Always the near-identical image of her tight insides clenching against the lens before pulsate and open up just enough for the boy to get pushed deeper inside. The outside camera capturing how the strangely bulged Pokémon kept lowering herself over the human who showed no sign of resistance, even as her lips graced his elbows and naked stomach. Miles' troubled breathing growing more evident from the internal camera as his oxygen supply ran dry both around him and within, his body craving what it could not find and making it loudly obvious to anyone BUT the calm and happy young man himself.

The number of screenshots taken as the Gardevoir's crouched and inflated figure reached the groin of her course would never be countable. But images of the half-swallowed man with his erect member, still glistering with her juices and dripping with its own seed, pushing into her plush chest as if it had a will and desire of its own would be posted across the net within seconds of the brief moment taking place. Sadly, that was also all that the main camera would catch for several minutes. A sudden and much closer movement of some bird-Pokémon flying just past the device captured its automatic senses and made it follow the brown mark as it flew away above the trees. The poor camera quickly growing its very own hate-group for its poor AI and detection focus. Thankfully, the internal camera mounted on Miles himself still sent feed. Displaying when he entered the small sac within the psychic and how it stretched around him to give him space. The chatroom exploded in raging comments over not being able to see him finally fill her up from the outside, but this time a moderator of the server who had been supervising the chat since the crash (due to it being the source) quickly muted the chat after just a handful of comments to prevent another costly breakdown and restart. Even as the sounds of the Gardevoir's internals churned and groaned along with Mile's wet body quickly filling up the tight and stretchy space with wet and slippery splashes and rubs, the main camera showed nothing but the blue sky and green trees for a while longer as it moved around to try and locate living creatures to focus on.

Miles' struggle to breathe was obvious from the sounds his body was making. He was both koffing and weezing as he tried to breathe the gastly fumes the stomach provided, rather than any proper air. But his aware mind, if one could call it that, still seemed calm and gathered. As his legs finally joined him and he could curl up within his new home, he began to waste the last of his breath on mumbling happy thoughts about being a good provider to his kids. How he would make them strong and healthy. Complimenting the female around him, who let loose a passionate- almost orgasmic sigh upon him curling up within.

There was then a deafening rumble in perfect unison, even if they sounded different. The internal camera captured the deep belch that robbed Miles of what little air and gas he had around him as a monstrous and echoing squeeze... like a miner's tunnel collapsing around him and crushing him with surprisingly wet and squishy rocks. Whilst the exterior camera captured the nearby and outside belch as a long and moist but surprisingly feminine outlet of compressed air. The mixture of the two caused shivers in the audience, but also great joy as the sound had alerted the outside camera to its original target, which it quickly located and re-centred upon. Gardevoir sat on her rump now, her legs folded like a pretzel beneath the massive and tightly packed, oddly shaped bulge jutting out between her dress' folds and pushing up her jugs. She was stroking it with an honestly grateful smile, carrying none of that sinister or sly lust from before... no, she looked content. Satisfied. Carefully caressing her gut with closed eyes, sending soothing messages to the boy within. None of the cameras were able to pick up whatever images, words or maybe wholesome scenarios she brought up before his mind, but she couldn't prevent his body from reacting as it did. She had managed to keep him collected as he nearly choked within her throat and when entering her stomach, due to air being sparse... but he had gone past choking into fully suffocating now. Both cameras showed from their own perspectives how his body had begun to shake and thrash from the should-be-painful experience of suffocation, causing the interior camera to shake from his vibrations and the outer to capture his how the bulges he created shifted and moved. As horrific a sight as it was to some, many were quick to point out that Miles surely felt nothing of it, that he no doubt was in a hypnotized state since quite a while back. And thankfully... the moving soon stopped. Allowing the predatory matron to lay down on her side and curl up around the massive orb that poked out from her torso, embracing it. From there on, the cameras would not capture anything worth mentioning for almost a full day. The outside camera in the tree kept shifting its focus to different nearby creatures after Gardevoir raised a protective field of thick, blue energies around her to keep her safe as she digested. However, the field also further disrupted the weak transmitter from the tiny camera on Miles' head... her body had been enough to cause momentary lag in the feed from it, but the field's protective energies simply scrambled it almost completely. Every once in a while, during a strong wind or something else disrupting or weakening the field, a few frames or even seconds of feed would break through. Showing with several hours between the constantly dwindling amounts that remained of Miles as he digested within the Pokémon...

But many hours later, the main camera would suddenly turn back to the field! It had registered sound or movements, but was too late to capture what it had been. The smaller camera still didn't transmit as the field was up, but about an hour later the field began to weaken and disperse. Showing Miles laying there in his birthday suit! His skin was far more tanned than most remembered it to be, and looked a bit uneven, but it turned to its regular colour and texture very rapidly. The smaller camera began to send again, but there was nothing but darkness and sounds... groans and wet squirms, along with a... heartbeat? As Miles reformation reached its peak, he slowly woke up and began to stretch. Checking and confirming his body to work before standing up and looking around. Seeing the imprints in the grass from where his one-night stand had rested, and where she had squatted his remains... He smiled softly before venturing back to the main camera in the tree to end the show. However, as he was walking over to it and thinking about what he would say, a voice drippled over his mind and made him feel momentarily weak and happy. "Make sure to visit me again sometime, loverboy... we Pokémon never go pregnant for long times."

The Gardevoir's voice vanished, along with the clouding sensation as he returned to full awareness. Smiling shyly, he continued on the short walk and picked up the camera with a grin and red tint on his cheeks.

"Well guys... that's it for today! I'm gonna try and find my clothes and head back to the nearby Poké-Centre to go over your comments and whatnot! I'll of course rent a PC and edit the videos before uploading them on my channel as a more compact version so you can all re-visit it! Remember to thumbs-up, catch, comment and subscribe if you enjoyed the show and wanna see more! Because I got more planned." Miles grinned to the camera and made a sign before turning it off. Forgetting all about the smaller camera that continued to transmit for several hours to come without his awareness, something the net would troll him over for months to come... especially when he figured out where it had ended up within him during the reform, something that would only reveal itself the next day when he had to visit the loo himself...