{Cock vore}
He rubs himself more and more until his large fully erect cock protrudes at least 10 inches, he brings his tip right to the top of the bag your in as you begin to regret your decision, he kneels on the floor and feeding the bag down his pride, he moans a little as he feeds the bag further down, at this point his left ball is starting to get bigger, you watch in worried anticipation as he feeds more and more in, you're almost at the enterance now, he feeds the last spot in slowly, your surpried panicing being drowned out by his heavy panting.
You slide quickly down the slick tunnel, being dragged around a corner and into his balls, the faint red glow illuminating the pool of his semen your bag is floating in.
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Back on the outside, Ray is trying to compress the next bag of food into his balls as much as he can, he'll have to get the massive bag to about the size of a baseball to get out without being caught.
Ray's day was a little rough, but the profit to be made off of this haul is certainly worth it.
After around twenty minutes of struggling Ray's cock and balls return to their previous size, tucked away by fur, he can now call off his shift for the day and leave the dingy building.
He gets up and regains his posture, putting a slight smile on and slinging his satchel over his head he exits the toilets.
Stealing things from this place has been getting increasingly harder in recent times, the owner's been adding more security measures to combat thefts, and since he can't afford a decent camera system he's employes some folks to search you before you leave, but they'll never suspect it from him, searching his satchel always brings about the same results of useless equipment, and they'd never dare try and search his innards for contraband.
After hanging up his tag and marking himself off for the day he walks towards the exit and the searching guys show up, he raises his arms to a T-pose as he's patted down, one of the guys searches his bag and asks the usual questions about it's contents, "What is this for?" "What is that for?" All the same, they give him a tick and he passes through, time to go home for the day.
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From your situation everything has gotten very cramped, you're compressed into a very small space with only berries to keep you company, hopefully, this will all brush over soon.
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Ray's treck home has taken quite a while, living on the opposite side of the city has some benefits, mainly the fact that nobody from the inn will recognize you, so reselling their stuff is fairly easy, in any case, he eventually trudges into his small flat, a special grant only for the Pokémon who've shown themselves to be sapient in some way, he lays down his satchel in the kitchen and walks over to his bed, climbing in and resting for the night.
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In the morning, Ray awakens, it's a beautiful Saturday so no work, and that means selling his haul.
He makes his way over to his bathroom and begins trying to make himself sick, he lurches and squeezes himself until the plastic bag finds it's way hastily out of his stomach and into his bath.
Next, he sits himself down on his toilet, and retrieves the two bottles, before finally moving onto his grand prize, a massive stash of berries.
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You feel your body slowly easing out, you appear to be decompressing, and after a few moans from outside you feel a sudden rush as your bag is sent hurling out of the Lucario's cock and thwacked against a tiled wall, after recovering from your dizziness you get a blurred view of the porcelain bathtub with jizz and bile traced along the bottom through the bag.
You feel a sudden cold feeling as the Lucario turns the shower on in an attempt to clean the bags, and after a good while he succeeds, so lays on his satchel and decides to sell his produce at a local market.
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You open your eyes from being carried for ages to find yourself being emptied into a small barrel, back to square one, you guess.
