Why you need badges

>Big hipped charizard using her booty to pin her trainer down after he tries to keep her out of the cookies
>Pressing down on him, she shifts around working him deep between her buns, her sweltering body heat making him slick with sweat
>It takes a bit of maneuvering but she feels his head pressed into her hot pucker
>With care she slowly puts more weight on him, grinning to herself as she feels him start to slip in
>It feels like a sauna in the depths of her bowels, uncomfortablly hot but not painfully so
>What little hot damp air and her tight, slick, and very hot flesh has him feel like he's melting in there as her innards pull his sweat lubricated body deeper and deeper
>She lets out a moan as she takes a bite out of her last cookie, feeling her trainer get pulled too deeply for her to get out on her own she vaguely hopes he'll work his way out though she has her doubts
>She riffles through his bags looking for anything else edible he had as she silently thanks him for squirming more than her last trainer
>After finishing everything else off she thinks for a moment before tossing his other pokeballs in her mouth and gulping them dow one by one and flying off, enjoying the feelings comming from deep within her


Not me
>the Pokeballs open in turn when they reach her stomach, exposing a Pikachu, Snivy, Glaceon, Piplup, and Dratini to the harsh heat and stomach acids
>the balls themselves, well, she'd found that they don't digest
>who knows, maybe her ex-trainer will figure out which of the six is necessary to reclaim her before he reaches her belly, too
>she tended to hold onto trainers like that
>gotta respect someone who thinks well under that kind of pressure


Not me
>find a pokeball lying randomly on the ground
>open it to see whats inside
>very lewd looking charizard appears in the throes of orgasm while a bulge struggles outlined in her stomach

Also not me
>"Ahhhh~..."
>the Charizard looks at you, panting with her tongue out
>"Oh, hello. Would you- ah! mind helping me? I've got aaaA rather complex 'toy' stuck in me..."
>she sits back and spreads her legs wide, revealing a pair of puffy, wet lips
>"Sorry, I'm reaaa--aaaly desparate. Could you try t-to reach in and pull it out?"
>"I swear, I'll do anything once you get it out; I can hardly think straight..."
>...
>the Charizard looks down at your slowly-vanishing torso, tail coiled firmly around your legs as another clench pulls you deeper
>"Arms and head, good as dead. Mmm... I should try this trick more often..."
>deftly, she unclips your pokeballs from around your waist, tapping the button once to enlarge them
>reaching around you, she sighs in pleasure as she gently inserts the balls - and soon, the 'mons inside - into her rump, tugging them higher towards her stomach
>"What to do with you, though... my pussy can't digest things, unfortunately. I might have to let you back out at some point."

Me though
>Find pokeball in field
>Inside is a chubby, lusty charizard
>Thank you found a new Pokémon waifu
>Really she just enjoys playing with her food


Not me again
>"You knew this would happen eventually."
"Play with fire, get burned. I get it. And I don't regret a second."
>"Good. Better attitude than most of my trainers."
"Your other trainers didn't know a good thing when they saw them."
>"Compliments won't save you, although I doubt you thought of that. Do me one last favor and kick around in there?"


Not me
>If a pokemon likes their trainer enough, nothing unconscious hurts them
>suffocating smoke, burning fire, poisonous spines, and... stomach acids
>of course, most trainers and mons don't want to test this
>but the few that do, often find their bond tenfold stronger

Idea from me
If I do make it a story I may now put a bit implying he found her in a pokeball in a field cause her last trainer managed to find her ball while squirming in her gut and got her to return but also trapped himself inside her when he did so