Commissioned by Korri09 featuring his Sheila and the trainer. :3

In the vibrant and mystical world of Pokémon, the forest the trainer finds himself in is a place of wonder and enchantment. Towering trees with leaves in various shades of green stretch high into the sky, creating a lush canopy overhead. Shafts of dappled sunlight filter through the dense foliage, casting a gentle, warm glow upon the forest floor. The air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the gentle murmur of hidden streams.

The trainer's footsteps are muffled by the thick layer of fallen leaves and mossy undergrowth that carpets the forest floor. Pokémon of various shapes and sizes, from playful Pidgey to shy Oddish, flit about in the underbrush, creating a symphony of rustling and chirping. It's a serene and inviting place, a testament to the rich diversity of life in this world.

As the trainer ventures deeper into the forest, his focus is on finding his loyal Arcanine, a majestic and fiery Pokémon known for her loyalty and strength. The tall grasses sway gently in the breeze, obscuring his view, and the canopy overhead filters the sunlight into a mesmerizing dance of shadows and light.

However, just as he is about to call out for his Arcanine, a sudden interruption comes in the form of a striking female member of Team Rocket. She steps gracefully from behind a moss-covered tree, her attire a blend of sleek black and red that contrasts sharply with the natural surroundings. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she addresses the trainer.

"Hey there, handsome," she purrs, her tone dripping with allure. "What brings a strong, capable trainer like you into this enchanting forest all alone?"
The trainer's brow furrows in suspicion, knowing the reputation of Team Rocket and their penchant for mischief. But her charm is undeniable, and her presence casts a captivating spell over him.

Undeterred, she continues, taking slow, deliberate steps closer, her boots crunching softly on the forest floor. "You know, there are other things in this forest that could use your attention," she hints, her words laced with innuendo as she gazes at him through long, dark lashes.

Meanwhile, not far away from the two in the heart of a serene and sun-dappled forest, an Arcanine, Sheila, resplendent in her fiery mane and majestic stature, stands before a lush berry bush laden with Mago Berries. These berries, known for their sweet and tangy flavor, hang like vibrant jewels amidst the vibrant green leaves, tempting both Pokémon and humans alike.

With a mix of curiosity and delight, the Arcanine begins to pluck the Mago Berries one by one with her delicate, fiery paws. Each pluck is accompanied by a soft rustle of leaves and a gentle shake of the bush. The berries burst with flavor as she devours them, their juicy sweetness a delectable treat that dances upon her taste buds. Sheila's eyes glint with satisfaction as she continues to indulge in the succulent bounty. She consumes the berries with a deliberate yet graceful manner, savoring each bite and letting out a contented rumble deep in her chest. The Mago Berries seem endless, and her appetite grows insatiable as she loses herself in this delicious feast.

However, as time passes, a subtle change takes place. Arcanine's once-vibrant demeanor begins to shift, her fiery eyes now showing traces of discomfort. She consumes Mago Berries at an increasingly rapid pace, unable to resist their addictive sweetness. Her belly bulged out to the point it pressed against the forest floor between her legs. She eventually paused her feast, leaning her head away from the now empty bushes. “I think…,” she groaned before she felt a rumble in her belly travel up her throat. Her eyes squeezed shut as her maw opened to unleash a powerful belch. The burp was followed by a sigh and smile. “Mmm~ Better. Now to find Master.”


Sheila then made her way through the woods. Her thick mane of fur ripples in the gentle breeze as she moves with a silent and calculated gait, her large, strong legs making her a formidable presence in this serene woodland. As she prowls through the forest, her sensitive ears catch an unusual sound—an unfamiliar voice, dripping with charm and cunning. She recognizes it as the voice of a Team Rocket member, and her trainer is the target of their deceptive advances.
Curiosity mixed with loyalty compels Sheila to move closer, her keen instincts guiding her through the underbrush like a shadow. She silently approaches the scene, her eyes narrowing with a growing sense of concern as she observes the Team Rocket member's seductive tactics.
“Um, that’s nice of you, but…um…I gotta find my Pokémon.”

But when she sees the blush on her trainer's face and hears his stammering words, a fire ignites within her. Arcanine's loyalty to her trainer burns hotter than her own flame, and she springs into action.

In one swift motion, she lunges at the Team Rocket member, her powerful jaws snapping shut around her figure. The attack caused the trainer to stumble and then fall belly-first onto the ground. His face was even more red at watching the woman slide bit by bit behind those lips of Sheila’s.
Surrounded by sudden slimy darkness she blinked in confusion. Only then did she start to struggle. For Sheila’s part, the Arcanine eyes narrowed at the sudden pressure in her throat. Thick furry skin stretched as a great bulge swelled out of her already thick neck. Her vision was occupied by a close-up view of the flirtatious villainess's well-toned rump. The humans’ eyes went wide in the hot slimy dark as the Pokémon’s throat gripped down, rippling over her and squeezing her deeper. She felt the bulge she made move down the beast's long neck as the relentless peristalsis of her swallowing muscles carried her along. By the time the frozen shock of her situation passed the only part of her still exposed to the light breeze of the forest was her bare legs and boot-covered feet. The rest of her had been sucked whole into the Arcanine’s maw.

It was too late for panic to save her from being swallowed. She panicked anyway. With all her toned strength she squirmed and kicked against the thick slimy flesh pressing in all around her. Some sort of muscular ring was squeezing her boobs against her chest and her face was in an even less hospitable place than the slimy gullet. She was all too aware now of what was happening. The wads of mushy and slimy bodies of half-digested Mago Berries pressed against her face and shoulders. All her struggle availed her nothing. As she squirmed in the long chute of gullet the smiling Arcanine lifted her muzzle to let the last of her curvy meal slip into her jaws.

She tensed, swallowed, and the squirming form of an entire woman slid neatly into her lengthy stomach. Now Sheila could breathe while the woman finds herself ensnared within the confines of a wet, warm belly filled with a mixture of mushy berries. The sensations assaulting her senses are unusual and unsettling, creating an atmosphere of confusion and discomfort. The sac envelops her like a cocoon, its interior slick and slippery from the moisture of the berries. The dampness seeps through her clothing, creating an unsettling sensation of warm wetness against her skin, in stark contrast to the gunky coolness of the berries themselves. The mushy berries squish beneath her fingertips as she struggles to free herself, their juices oozing and staining her hands with a vivid array of colors. The scent that fills the stomach is a mixture of sweetness and decay, an odd and discordant blend that seems to hang heavy in the air, making it difficult to breathe…Then again, it was more so her fear making her heavily gasp. The woman's movements are hampered by the clingy nature of the berries, their pulpy consistency making every attempt to escape a strenuous endeavor. With each push and pull, she feels the resistance of the berries' mass, as if they are determined to keep her trapped within their squishy embrace. As she wriggles and fights, the berries seem to surround her, pressing in from all sides like a living entity. Their texture is both unsettling and strangely sensual, not that she would admit it, as they yield and give way beneath her body, molding around her like a second skin. The warmth of the berries intensifies, creating a suffocating and humid environment within the sac. With each passing moment, the woman's efforts become more desperate, her fear of being trapped in this bizarre and claustrophobic situation growing exponentially. The feeling of being submerged in this pulpy sea of berries and saliva is overwhelming, and she longs for the sensation of cool, fresh air on her skin.

Letting out a sigh, she glanced over her shoulder at her trainer with blush and furrowed brows. She was upset with the human woman messing with her trainer, but she couldn’t hide how nice it felt to have someone shove and press around inside of her. Well, the scene seemed to be making her trainer blush as well. Her heavy rump parted with belly bulging out and towards him, seeing the Team Rocket member reach for him and muffle something out. The belly groaned and gurgled to accommodate for such a big meal, which made listening to the trapped human difficult, but he managed to hear a hushed groan, “TELL HER TO SPIT ME OUT! CAN YOU HEAR ME?! I don’t wanna be Pokémon fat! Are you listening?! Its gross in here with all of these berries! How could she be hungry for more?!”

He stared at the stomach that obviously bulged with the woman, face so red as he couldn’t really think about moving or speaking quite yet in response. After all, would she believe him if he told her that the Arcanine had great control of her digestive system. Then again, she’d probably tussle even more so at hearing him say that she’d be coming out as soon as they brought her to custody. Shelia has the habit of snatching up members in Team Rocket after all and spitting them out for officers of the law to handle them.

However, he didn’t expect for Sheila to say the following; “You’re going out those cheeks above your head, hussy. Flirting with my master like that! You oughta be ashamed.”

The Arcanine's normally graceful stride is replaced by an endearing waddle, an awkward but utterly charming gait that draws the eye of any onlooker, especially her trainer, as he begins to follow her. Her powerful legs, now carrying the extra weight of her massive meal, move deliberately and carefully, as if each step requires her full attention. As she walks through the forest, her belly sways gently from side to side, like a pendulum keeping time with the rhythms of nature. A warm, rosy blush tints her cheeks and the tips of her large, pointed ears, at the woman treat bumping and shoving around inside of her. “Mmm~ Its gonna take a few hours to get there. You’re not going to enjoy this…which is good by me, but that means I’m going to enjoy every bit of the journey. You’ll definitely need a bath by the time I let you out.”

Sheila stuck out her tongue deviously, giving a wink to her trainer that blushed at her expression and then glanced to the big belly beneath her. With each shift of her body, the stomach sways, creating a rhythmic motion that causes the Team Rocket member to slosh and splash within the tight confines. The sensation is disorienting and uncomfortable, as if she's being tossed in a strange, berry-filled sea. Sheila wasn’t bothered for her though. It in fact made her pant and sigh erotically at each press from her meal, making this journey even longer with every lustful break they made.

As the Arcanine continues on her path, her belly wobbling and swaying in rhythmic harmony with the forest, she embodies the majesty and wonder of a predator Pokémon.

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