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Return To… Goodra?

Written by: Screpter

Date: 19/11/2025

Content Warning : vore (slime), transformation, willing prey, willing pred,

The door of their home slammed closed with an angry swing as Mason barged through it, muttering under his nose as he threw his drenched jacket down, not caring in the slightest about getting the floor wet. He kicked his shoes off and continued to undress until he was in nothing but boxer shorts. He left mostly everything behind as he moved towards the living room and threw himself onto the massive couch.

“Stupid rent, damned bills, good for nothing parasitic landlord…” He still grumbled, even as his goodra friend, Gat, came from the hallway, her massive form barely fitting in between the walls. She curiously glanced at him, then at his clothes on the ground.

“I assume it didn’t go well?” She asked as she set out to pick up his clothes and shoes. Her slime quickly began to cover them, her hands and arms merging around them as all the dirt and water were absorbed from them. She set his shoes down, then hung the jacket up before beginning to fold his now clean clothes as Mason began to talk.

“Oh, it just went peachy! The old guy wants to increase rent, as if we don’t already struggle with money. I bet he is laughing even now as he thinks I’m his personal little piggybank.” He groaned, picking up a Rubik’s cube from the low coffee table, focusing on it for a few seconds as he turned the sides. Then, he let it fall on the ground as he huffed.

“And even this cursed rain. Of course, he would ask me to come over when an entire ocean is being rained down on us! If I could just…” He pushed his hands in front of himself, as if grabbing someone’s throat and squeezing. “Aaargh!” He let his hands fall, listening to the squelching footsteps of Gat as she walked up to him.

“I could eat him,” She offered helpfully, leaning over Mason to look down at him. He sighed, gazing deep into her green eyes, a hint of a smile forming at the edges of his mouth.

“Yeah… no. Thank you, but it wouldn’t go well. They would know, and then the police would come after you. I don’t want that.” He said with a sigh, closing his eyes. He could still feel her big body looming above him, especially as her slime slowly dripped onto him. She then lifted her head and looked towards the windows.

“I like the rain.” She noted softly, then turned back to him as he looked at her. “And I also like you.” She winked playfully, placing one of her hands on his chest. A small shiver shook his body upon contact, as her slime stuck to his chest, her gelatinous hand pressing down slightly.

“I like you too. Even though your belly is like an endless cauldron, just consuming everything.” He chuckled, reaching out with a hand to poke her soft belly. His finger pressed in for a few moments before the gelatinous body gave way, and almost his entire hand sank into it. Gat giggled, her body shaking from it as she moved closer, beginning to envelop his forearm.

“That tickles.” She said as she settled down close to him, trying to relax her belly as he moved his hand around.

“How? You do this all the time.” He noted with a small smirk as he bent his elbow slightly, his hand moving up towards her chest. She continued to giggle and shift, her hand and forearm losing shape as it began to spread over his chest. The sensation, as always, was incredibly alien as her slime spread over most of his chest and lower abdomen.

“Because I do that consciously! But you are poking around. I almost think you want me to just pull you right in~” She teased, then leaned down and dragged her thick, incredibly agile tongue along his face.

“Gat!” Mason called out, laughing as he tried to push his friend’s head away, only for her to suddenly capture his hand in her mouth. Her tongue wrapped around his hand, then snuck out from between her semi-translucent lips, coiling around his forearm. Her shapeless arm began to slide downwards, and Mason could feel the slight pull on his chest as it did so, soon covering his hips, wetting his boxer shorts.

His arm was freed from her mouth with a wet pop, and he tried to shake off the slimy saliva that clung to his skin uselessly. She grinned down at him, and he couldn’t help but laugh again as he sat up, throwing his legs over the edge of the couch.

“Sometimes I do wish that. You know, becoming nothing but goo… maybe turning into a Pokémon, like you. Live in the wild, no rent, no stinky, old landlord. Even the rain couldn’t bother me.” Mason mulled over the thought before shaking his head. “Shame it’s just a fantasy.”

“I could help with that, you know.” His head snapped up to look at her slowly forming grin, her eyes slowly traveling up and down his body, as if assessing him.

“You could? You don’t just say it to simply get to eat me again, are you?” He watched her with suspicion, but his heartbeat increased, which she definitely felt as she leaned down until their heads were at the same height.

“Of course I can. I could eat any Pokémon or human, assimilate them, then put them back together as another goodra. Smaller, but still one that could grow. “ She explained, a damp mist escaping her mouth as she breathed over his face. Then, her eyes glinted playfully. “And of course, I would love to feel you squirm as you get melted. It would give me quite the boost in energy, too.” She added.

“You are pulling my leg.” He shook his head with a smile, finally pulling his arm free from her body. At the same time, her arm reformed into its previous shape, now sliding along his side to curl around his lower back, pulling him closer. Their faces were now barely a hair away from each other as she whispered.

“Of course I’m not. Nothing would make me happier than to move out into the wilderness with you at my side. I can make it fun too.” She whispered.

Mason opened his mouth to question how, when her head shot forward, her gelatinous jaws opened to cover his entire face. Her tongue found its way into his mouth, and they moaned at the same time as she pushed it deeper. He began to squirm, but didn’t pull away as he was forced to swallow, her tongue wiggling its way down his throat as they shared this deep kiss.

His squirming slowed as Gat pulled him closer, her tongue reaching down to his stomach with wet squelches and moans. His throat, along with his belly, stretched out as she lifted him, standing up to her full height. Something thicker and more solid than traveled down his throat inside her tongue, settling in his stomach, before her tongue began to retract.

He coughed for a moment, wiping his face from the saliva when she released his face with a satisfied expression.

“What was… what was that?” He questioned when his coughing died down, blinking rapidly as he shook his head.

“A seed that I will use to turn you.” She responded matter-of-factly, setting him down on his feet, but still keeping her arms around him, hugging him against her round belly.

“You can really…” His eyes widened as he realized the weight of what was happening. She wasn’t joking; she could really turn him into a goodra. But did he actually want it? Did he want to leave his life behind? He would change forever, possibly even his personality, too. Would he still be himself?

But then he remembered all the pressing issues he had. His job sucked, the apartment was honestly too small, and there was so much to do. The bills to pay, the rent, his asshole landlord…

He realized with shock in his eyes that he no longer wanted to deal with all these things. Gat could teach him; he would be alone, as she would help him out. They would still be friends.

He looked back up into her eyes and nodded slowly.

“Do it. Turn me.” He stated, watching as a grin formed on her lips.

“Gladly.” She said, her arms tightening on his body. His feet left the ground again, but she didn’t lift him high enough to swallow him. Instead, his body and head were pressed against her belly and partially her chest. The solid flesh gave way, and he was drawn in slowly, the slime gripping his skin to pull him in more. He shifted and moved as her body shook in what he realized to be her insides rumbling, rearranging to form a visible, solid stomach.

He was pushed towards it as she moaned, squeezing him tighter until he mostly disappeared in her body. His head and upper body were the first to push into the stomach, and as he found out when he reached out to steady himself, it was incredibly slippery. Mason was forced to begin curling up, while slime began to rapidly fill the empty air around him. For a moment, he panicked and began to thrash around, calling out to Gat, but she just continued to pull until he was completely inside.

He tried his best to keep his head above the rising slime. His movements felt slow, as if he was swimming in honey, but eventually, the rising slime moved over his head too, filling up the stomach around him fully. Mason held his breath for as long as he could, his lungs burning from the strain, until he was forced to exhale and breathe in the slime. He trashed and squirmed around, pushing out against the hard-to-stretch stomach walls to no avail. Only as he tired himself out did his panic begin to fade, and he realized he was still breathing; he wasn’t choking.

He had to swallow some slime, the urge to do so a reflex as it filled his mouth, and soon his entire body. The area around him heated up gradually until he felt like he was in a sauna. He tried to look around, but the apartment around them was too blurry to make out anything. The only thing he could see was that Gat began to move, opening the entrance and stepping out of their apartment.

Then, he noticed it. He lifted an arm in front of himself, seeing how his skin became translucent, then his muscles, his bone. His sight began to darken until he saw nothing, then he felt nothing. His thoughts became sluggish, but he was still there, still alive as his body turned into nothing but viscous slime.

Mason couldn’t tell how long had passed when he fully regained consciousness. All he knew was that he was still in warmth, but his body felt wrong. He felt elongated, wider in all four directions. His legs felt stumpier, and he felt several appendages, both at his lower back and his head. He had to strain himself not to just turn into a puddle.

“Mason? Are you awake?” A familiar voice called out his name, the sound coming from all directions. He was still in her stomach? No, there was no stronger surface around him. Was he just floating in her body?

“Y-yes…” He muttered, slowly opening his eyes. His sigh was clearer than before, and he could clearly see the outside world through her body. There was also a new connection between them. He could feel an embarrassingly large amount of sensations that came from her, her feelings, her thoughts, the way her feet touched the ground, and the dampness of the earth. It was all too much to process.

“Easy now. You are safe; it worked. I will keep you in there until you are ready to come out.” She reassured him, and he could feel her calmness and how happy she was. He was happy too.

“We are going to have so much fun, Mason. I can’t wait to see your new form.” She began to hum as they traveled in the forest, their goal clear as day.

He couldn’t wait to get there and see himself.