More Potent Than He Looks

1 June 2018

21:19 < Saul Ashle> SO...do your meals stay shrunken the entire time? :P

21:43 < Wes the Wurmple> They do if they digest

21:44 < Saul Ashle> Darn! The thought of micro-pred always amuses me. Wes with a massive belly n all :P

21:48 < Wes the Wurmple> It’s certainly not that it can’t happen…

21:49 < Wes the Wurmple> Shrinking is a preference. I could have Wes stretch over prey, in private perhaps.

21:50 < Saul Ashle> MMmmm~ That certainly does sound fun

21:52 < Wes the Wurmple> Would take him a while to digest

21:52 < Saul Ashle> Probably would leave a fair mess in the end too :P

21:52 < Wes the Wurmple> Oh definitely! That’s a casting for the ages.

21:56 < Saul Ashle> like a 4 ft salazzle to your 1 ft wurmple~

21:57 < Wes the Wurmple> Thank goodness he’s essentially a tube!

21:57 < Saul Ashle> Indeed~ Makes him only probably 6-8 times your mass instead of 16 :P

21:58 < Wes the Wurmple> I meant Wes. He’s a tunnel inside~

21:59 < Saul Ashle> Ooooh!

22:01 < Saul Ashle> I do wonder if you might be intersted this evening

22:02 < Wes the Wurmple> Hmm…perhaps~

22:03 < Saul Ashle> I'm thinking a lizard might perhaps underestimate his opponents abilities as he hunts him, unless you've another idea?

22:06 < Wes the Wurmple> I mean, that sounds good to me. I couldn’t think of anything much better

22:12 Saul Ashle steps forward, towering over the Wurmple he'd been hunting after for about an hour. He has the little treat cornered now, and as he approaches, a menacing grin spreads across the lizard's lips, followed by the glint of his wet tongue running over them. "Lookssss like I've got youuu nowww, my little trrreat~" he hisses, taking another step forward.

22:15 Wes the Wurmple is backed up into a corner, stones and a tree nearby, and the Wurmple not wanting to elevate himself exactly.* Trust me, you crazy scaly thing…you really don’t want to do this. Stay back! You’ll get a big ol’ dose of poison…I mean it! *he waggles the tall back spines*

22:19 Saul Ashle chortles mirthfully before him, causing his chest to rise and fall at a rapid pace. "Oh come now, you silly little bug, you should know that my type are immune to your little stingers. He takes a step forward and reaches his hand forward, swiping down and attempting to grab the little treat up by his tail.

22:25 Wes the Wurmple starts to curl defensively, a cute little hissing coming from it.* I said stay back! I’m no silly bug, I’m a Wurmple! A powerful one. *he tries to feint a sting to get the Salazzle to back off, seeing how jumpy it would be*

22:32 Saul Ashle ignores the feint entirely and grasps the curling wrmple by his tail. Keeping his grasp, he lifts the wiggling creature towards his face, before he leans down and licks over the creature with his tongue. Bright purple slobber dribbles off Wes's body now in the wake of the slippery muscle, while saul tastes him. He's so unworried about the smaller mon, that he's easily within stinging distance.

22:38 < Wes the Wurmple> (But you wanna be eaten normal size, right? X3)

22:42 < Saul Ashle> (Up to you! I do wanna gurgle normal size)

22:44 Wes the Wurmple blughs and wriggles away from that tongue* Agh! No! Stop! I warned you. *he finds an opening and jabs the stingers in. Both stingers, and works on injecting his liquid…it does feel like a minor injection, but he can only hope it works.*

22:51 Saul Ashle hisses when the dull pain of the stingers hit his body and glares daggers at the little Wurmple. Once the pain passes, he begins to laugh darkly at the little mon. "Is that all you've got? I think that means you're destined to be lizard food~" He hisses. What the lizard doesnt realize though, is that these toxins are a little different, and are still effective against him as they drift through his body.

23:00 Wes the Wurmple huffs gently and continues to wriggle* And I think you’re wrong. And if you’ll wait just a moment, I’ll either prove I’m right, or if a minute goes by and nothing happens, I…guess I have to let you eat me. Just be patient, and you’ll know soon enough. *But the Wurmple knew already, staring to see his captor dwindle…it’d worked!*

23:04 Saul Ashle stares at him in disbelief for only a moment before shaking his head. The salazzle's jaw opens wide, and he stuffs Wes in, face first, pressing him down into the stale breath of the lizard's gullet. As he shrinks though, this victory would come to be rather short lived. First he feels the morsel get caught in his throat, and then get forced on out as his gullet continues to diminish in size.

23:05 Wes the Wurmple faces certain doom, nearly considering a second sting,

23:05 < Wes the Wurmple> (enter key)

23:07 < Wes the Wurmple> , but once the Salazzle’s mouth starts to get smaller, he reconsiders and just lets it happen. To keep from getting caught in that throat, he is spit out, now left to watch the Salazzle shrink more, watching the dwindling and scooting a little closer.*

23:10 < Saul Ashle> (How small do they get?

23:12 Saul Ashle coughs several times as the treat he was so close to having slides from his throat, and then his eyes widen as he realizes the cause. Something was wrong, Wes was getting bigger...or...was he getting smaller? That ground seemed quite a bit closer. "W-what did you do to me?!" he demands, red patches starting to glow as he generates flames.

23:12 < Wes the Wurmple> (Depends on length of sting. Salazzle might be going down to about 4-5 inches tall.)

23:18 Wes the Wurmple gets good and close now* Not so big and bad now, are ya, little scaly thing? Maybe you’ll take my threats more seriously when I’m staring you down…who’s looking like food now? Because it’s you!

23:19 Saul Ashle finds himself shrunk down less than half the height of the bug that he previously thought of as food. The lizard gulps and then blasts out his fire before turning tail and running. At his new diminuative size, the little bit of fire he generated did little more than lick against Wes's chitinous body.

23:25 Wes the Wurmple gets an eye on the Salazzle, working on his aim…he would then fire off some silk at him, hoping to either secure him in place or even slow him down as the Bug-type scampers after him* Get back over here… we’re only just getting started!

23:27 Saul Ashle is not hit dead on, but the string sprays against one of his hind legs, and anchors him to a nearby blade of grass. As it catches his leg, he tumbles down to the ground, bending the blade all the way forward in his trip. It takes him several seconds to manage to work himself free of the sticky substance, giving Wes time to string him up more, or catch up.

23:38 < Saul Ashle> (boop

23:48 Wes the Wurmple would fire a couple more shots as he gets closer, increasing the odds of a hit that would stop the Salazzle in his tracks* Seems the shoe is on the other foot now!

23:49 Saul Ashle is rather unfortnately brought to a stop as a couple more strings hit him, getting him so tangled up that he cant get free. Cinders form along some of the strings as he slowly burns his way through them, but htere's no way he'll be out in time.

23:50 Wes the Wurmple gets before him now* I would just stop if I were you. You break free, and I’ll just make more, until I have you trapped…

23:54 Saul Ashle turns and Hisses at Wes as the Wrmple's shadow suddenly overtakes him. "No! Let me go you dumb little bug!" Another line snaps, but there's still one or two more keeping him anchored.

23:58 Wes the Wurmple snickers* Might just have to… *he spits silk at the extremities, trapping hands, feet, and tail.* Get you trapped there. How do you like it, eh? How does it feel to be trapped and helpless?

00:02 Saul Ashle hisses once more when he's entwined in the mess, leaving him helplessly trapped before the towering creature. "This is not natrual! Its the way of the world for us to eat you bugs...I'm not supposed to be this small!" The lizard is shivering now, knowing there's no way he's escaping the other.

00:10 Wes the Wurmple would lean in and let his head go over the Salazzle’s lower body and along that body, he brushes his head against it. More than that, he feels some…strange mouthparts, the Wurmple -tasting- the body over and leaving drool* Goodness, you are a little flavorful bite there, aren’t you? Just wanna stuff you inside me! I see why you’re so insistent on eating me now~

00:15 Saul Ashle flares up his fire again in his frustration as the shadow creeps over him, drawing the slippery mandible over his form. The tongue's liquid sizzles upon him and instantly puts out the fire, leaving him rather defenseless in the face fo the creature. The insects drool smells unpleasantly stale, and clings to him, leaving some residue even after it steams off.

00:19 Wes the Wurmple chuckles some* Why wait any longer? I think I’m going to devour you right here, right now! Any last words before you get stuffed inside me, you nasty old scaly brute? *he’s drooling once again, it’s clearly from those licks and nibbles*

00:24 Saul Ashle hisses and shrinks back at the threat, quivering in terror beneath the much larger bug. "W-wait, perhaps we can work something out? I wasnt really going to eat you...I was just teasing you." He winces as anothe rglob of drool splashes down on his form from above.

00:41 < Saul Ashle> (Boop~ Falling asleep on me?

21:38 Wes the Wurmple chuckles* Yeah, teasing. I’ve seen more of your mouth than I care to…you nearly swallowed me! And now that I have the advantage, I can show you what that might be like, and then some. What’s going to work out, is making you part of me, to avenge all the Bug types that have no doubt fallen to your appetite~

21:53 Saul Ashle whines and attempts to deploy more of his mind clouding smoke from beneath his tail. He'd normally not worry about such things against a tiny morsel...but now he found himself on the recieving hend. The salazzle shudders, looking up into the eager mouth parts of the creature, and pulls at the silk further. "N-no...really You dont have to do this."

22:10 Wes the Wurmple spits a bit more silk, though he would deliberately miss this time.* Believe me, I feel like I really do have to do this, for the good of all Bug types. And you’re not going to change my mind. *He crawls up, seeming immune to such gasses.* Now then, any last profound words before I devour you?

22:12 Saul Ashle gulps, staring straight up at the hungry bug as he stands above him. "B-but I usually...prefer rodents like Ratatta. There's just none around her...Surely you'd like me to help keep the population down..." He's shuddering now, unable to get free of that string.

22:28 Wes the Wurmple mmmhs.* So you think you can just waltz on up and bully and coerce those smaller than you to waltz right into your gut? Well, it looks like you chose the wrong bug to pick on! *He leans down and plucks the lizard up, not at all hesitant to gobble up the Salazzle, silk and all…he produces it, after all. He brings him up and starts to gobble him up, bringing him toward those mouthparts*

22:36 Saul Ashle hisses as he's drawn up into the creature's jaws, gripped on both sides by the chinous mouth parts that normally barricade the entrance to that gullet. He can feel the warm wet muscles insice sliding against his spicy scales, adding a sheen of drool onto his form. The lizard squirms as much as he's allowed in that silk, crying out ineffectually.

22:53 Wes the Wurmple munches and crunches at the lizard, drawing him in. The mouthparts and gnawing bits continue to draw him further and deeper into the Wurmple’s…interesting anatomy. As his head and neck gets pulled deeper, he feels the warmth and the depth of the Wurmple’s innards, starting to tug him into a place he never thought he would see.*

23:02 Saul Ashle finds everything goes dark as he pushes on into the warm mouthparts of the strange bug. He can feel the motions of the gullet squeezing around his from, kneading him inwards as the sounds of the bugs heart equivalents thump in time in his ears. Up ahead he can hear the gurgling of the greedy stomach beyond, while the sharp acidic smell invades his nostrils.

23:16 Wes the Wurmple keeps munching away and swallowing at him, not stopping now, rather greedy with his own hunger as he would keep ingesting the Salazzle, getting to swallowing more of him now, taking the silk down with him. It would dissolve as it comes into contact with his saliva, giving him ironic freedom as he is trapped deeper and deeper in the bug*

21:16 < Wes the Wurmple> I guess we can continue if you like.

21:18 < Wes the Wurmple> Would be your post

21:25 Saul Ashle 's butt slides in past those chitonous teeth, forcing his head thorugh a tight sphincter at the end of the throat. The awful scent of the wurmple's bile assaults his senses, made only slightly better as some of his own smokey musk travels down with him. Uncacooned by the string, he's still held tightly by the constricting walls of the slippery tube around him, leaving just his tail and hind legs outside.

21:38 Wes the Wurmple continues to swallow the Salazzle in and down, those chitinous teeth and mouthparts working quickly to process the lizard, the feet and tail soon slurped away. The Salazzle begins to enter the belly, squeezes into the esophageal sphincter, emerging into that buggy gut. Loud grumbles rumble in welcome.*

21:42 Saul Ashle hisses loudly in discomfort as he's pressed all the way down into that slippery stomach, feelign the alien surfaces embracing him. His tail lashes around angrily and his hands and feet push out against the walls, attempting to break free of his chamber. What the two of them dont realize, however, si that, as a result of the salazzles poison resistant biology, that shrink venom is due to slowly wear off in short order.

21:46 Wes the Wurmple chuckles a bit* How’s it feel? How does it feel to be inside the same bug that you were about to stuff yourself with? You feel some indignance, don’t you? You wanna try and do something about it? Good luck! What’s little ol’ you gonna do about your situation?

21:48 Saul Ashle hisses out his indignance too, and then reaches into his gut to produce a goopy liquid. The salazzle hisses and and unleases a toxic shock against the walls of the stomach. The slime protects it though, causing the goopy sticky ball to slide off the flesh and pool at the bottom of the stomach. "SPit me out right now, or so help me, you'll regret it! I'm going to burn my way out of here!"

21:51 Wes the Wurmple mmmphs* I’ll digest you long before you can do anything to me. Face it, you’re toast! And food for a bug. Let that sink in! *his stomach rumbles a bit deeper, the acids starting to roll in and down along the walls*

21:59 Saul Ashle closes his eyes and attempts to create another blast of fire, but it quickly fizzles out in the liquid that surrounds him as more of the acids pour in. Its about at this point that he begins to notice the stomach seems quite a bit tighter than it had been when he'd first entered. His body was begining to return to its normal size, leaving strange bulges on the exterior of the Wrmple too.

22:17 Wes the Wurmple soon finds that he can’t move. In fact, he finds that he’s much more full than he was a few moments ago.* H-hey, hey hey hey! What’s going on? What did you do in there? I’m…I’m swelling up! You’re not gonna take me with you

22:22 Saul Ashle groans and hisses inside of there, sounding in much more discomfort than the bug whom he's stuck inside. "Mmmph! Spit me out dammit, this is cramped..." he cries out, though its barely audible with his lungs compressed as they are. He continues to get bigger inside of the bug, making much more definite shapes while he expands. Head and tail become clearly visible lumps beneath his softer belly.

22:29 Wes the Wurmple nnnnghs and rolls around a bit, not of his own volition, however…he’s swelling and has lost contact with the ground with his legs* You poisoned me! You’re trying to make me pop! How dare you! I’ll get you for this if it’s the last thing I do!

22:37 Saul Ashle soon manages to reach his own full size, making the form of the salazzle very definite beneath his incredibly taut flesh. The pokemon can hardly move in his predicament, and it seems like the flesh of the stomach has a difficult time squeezing over his form as well. "I...I did not do...this..." he grunts out softly, his muzzle pressed up against his own skin. "Its your own...damn fault." It does seem, however that his prey is no longer growing.

22:44 Wes the Wurmple guuuuhs and rolls a bit more, still struggling and rolling about, but not able to do much of anything.* MY fault? You’re the one with all the poison and maliciousness toward me! You had every reason to blow me up like a balloon!

22:48 Saul Ashle hisses louder inside there, and manages to wiggle his tail around some, causing the surpentine bulge to wiggle on the surface fo teh Wurmple. "Well...Its a shame when I'm my full size, I'm not big enough to pop you...I shoulda been just a little faster and it seems I'd have been free..." Already he can feel stinging upon his scales though, as the juices he'd been simmering in start to have their affect on his from.

22:56 Wes the Wurmple ughs* I’m not gonna be able to move for at least a day or two! How did you manage to do this? You must have done something! Spit some kind of poison into me? This some kind of gas? Tell me!

23:06 Saul Ashle shuffles around in the chamber, smearing the slowly producing acids further on his scales. "If I'd have known how to do this...I'd not have gotten eaten, you nonce! Get me out somehow and we'll both be happy" He responds, muffledly to Wes. His much larger form is using up a fair amount of the air though, and he can feel his head begining to swim, while the juices tingle at his scales further. Some of the weaker scales are begning to shed, allowing the acidic juice in deeper inside.

23:14 Wes the Wurmple spits some silk to try and ease the discomfort.* No way I can get you out of there! I had to shrink you to get you inside! The only way you’re coming out is after quite a long time in there, especially being back big again! *gwoooorrrgl, the acids start to pick up, sloughing away the weaker layers of scales, working to get at the flesh within*

23:19 Saul Ashle hisses in obvious pain as he feels the acides really staring to get down into his body, right at the base of his tail. As the entrance to his cloaca is worn away, it allows the slowly rising liquid an interior into his body as well, to help work on him from both ends. His breath is becoming more shallow in there, and he finds it hard to come up with any words to say.

23:19 < Saul Ashle> (I should ask, how do you take your digestion anyway?

23:20 < Wes the Wurmple> (Can go as rough and as far as you like.(

23:26 Wes the Wurmple mmmmphs, and chuckles* Well, I guess I may be stuck for a while, but at least I will still get to enjoy you! I just get you for a little longer, is all. *the acids continue their rough penetration and invasion of the Salazzle’s body. Even though he’s primarily herbivorous and berry-vorous, he still has the capability of digesting meat and bones…and he damn well will, it seems!*

23:33 Saul Ashle finds the lack of air really getting to him now, and his struggles begin to slow as the cold blooded lizard drops into a daze. The streched body of the Wurmple is permeable enough that he's not truly gone, just unconcious, as the juices work on him. Over the course of the next couple hours the bug's fluids slowly work their way through his scales, to teh soft muscular flesh beneath. He's totally at the bug's mercy too, to be awakened whenever he chooses to force down a little more air.

23:33 < Saul Ashle> (I hope a bit of timeskip is fine, you've got a lot to work through :P

23:39 < Wes the Wurmple> (I have to get to bed, unfortunately)

23:41 < Saul Ashle> (alright, I didnt put you off right?

23:42 < Wes the Wurmple> (Absolutely not, I have to work at 8:30am. X3)

23:42 < Wes the Wurmple> (Hope we get a chance to finish things off soon!)

23:43 < Saul Ashle> (Cool cool~ Me too

23:43 < Wes the Wurmple> Have a good night!

23:43 < Saul Ashle> You too!

19:25 Wes the Wurmple is bloated, rounded, and definitely in need of some room to move. He won’t get it until the lizard is digested more…and digest onward he does. More acids and enzymes pile up, practically drowning the Salazzle as they get higher and higher. The gentle tingle is no longer gentle, and if anyone were around, they would hear loud, long digestive churns and gurgles…the poor lizard slowly and surely softening.*

19:31 Saul Ashle takes hours to be mostly submerged by the juices as his body has expanded the wurmple's gut far beyond the usual mess it deals with. By that time, the scales along the bottom of the stomach, especially his back and sides, have begun to slidoe off into the muck around him, which thickens with his own body. The tender flesh revealed inside burns mightily, slowly melting away to reveal bones beyond the tender muscles. The poor pokemon in the worms gut has been worn out by time however, , robbing him of his ability to really struggle or even speak to his predator.

19:35 Wes the Wurmple takes probably about 8-10 hours to have fully processed the Salazzle…or at least broken him down enough to begin the arduous process of moving him deeper into the gut. It’s going to take more hours, even, for him to start reducing back to a more normal size-*

19:39 < Saul Ashle> The mass in the stomach takes many hours yet to be fully processed, with much of it absorbing into wess to be built into fat on his form. Still though, eventually the first act to begin reducing in size becomes apparent to the wurmple. The thick sludge of hwat remains of the tasty lizard, mixed with unprocessed bones and scales begins to push at the pokemon's pucker, infomring him of his most urgent need.

19:50 < Saul Ashle> (Boooooop

20:04 < Wes the Wurmple> (Had to drive a bit)

20:04 < Saul Ashle> (ahh

20:04 < Wes the Wurmple> (I may be a little slow. Hope that’s okay!)

20:21 Wes the Wurmple would start to huff and puff…this is no ordinary bit of waste, after all! The pucker has to open to a greater extent than he’s used to. He puts the effort in, grunting and pushing and squelching the wastes toward the open pucker. He starts to clench, and grunt, and cry out. His poison sprays out from the stingers as those glands are pushed against, and a reeling pile of stench and half-digested meat begins to pile out of him*
The mess is quite thick, and yet, has failed to solidify into distinguishable chunks as his body was just not meant to process so much at once. His tailhole is streched uncomfortably wide around some of the larger bones as they slide on out. There's quite a bit of the brown muck and within it the glint of scales can be seen, deep red among the otherwise smooth surface. The smell is incredibly and the pile is growing to be as large as himself.

20:37 Wes the Wurmple rather enjoys the smell, as one does of their own waste…but the feeling is another story entirely! He’s squelching and grunting, working more of that waste out, one massive log of waste and bone, not to mention less…digested bits, almost making the Salazzle recognizable!*
But only if one knew what they were looking for and wanted to dig through the fetid pile as it curls around behind him. The biggest bit, the skull seems to cause a blockage for a moment, but with a little bit of effort, even that soon passes. This opens the floodgates, allowing the more watery bits to flow forth at a rapid rate. Wes finally feels himself mostly deflated as he pinches off the last log, leaving a mound that is certainly bigger than he is.

20:54 Wes the Wurmple is finally and once again able to move! Though, having churned that large meal and shat about 93% of the weight out, he’s still left with a fair bit of pudge and fat, not to mention an interesting and alluring scent that has rubbed off on him!

20:55 < Saul Ashle> hope that was fun ^^