Randomized Voretober day twenty-four! Prompt 30 - Game

Something I super enjoy is pokemon trainer preds nomfing pokemon! Also, team rocket grunt uniforms are hot. Also, bad guy preds are hot too. So I present to you; this. Once again, this is deeply self-indulgent. My target audience is me, and if I make something other folks can enjoy? Well that's just nice :3c

As an aside. This will be basically the last of my writing for Voretober. I'm out of steam and would rather not force myself into burnout. If I do find the energy to finish up the last of my stories, I will. But otherwise, this is the finale <3 Thanks to everyone for reading!

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You want to do what?” Exclaimed the Team Rocket grunt. His partner, a fellow grunt, shushed him harshly.

“Steve! Keep your voice down, you idiot! Do you want us to get found out?” He hissed back. The two grunts were camped out in an abandoned building. Between them was a small bag full of Pokeballs they’d snagged in their first-ever successful Pokecenter heist. His partner crouched back down to the floor. He was right, the place was abandoned, but too much commotion could attract attention. The attention they didn’t need with the heat so high. The cops had been hot on their tail as they booked it from the center. The pair only escaped by the skin of their teeth. They planned to hide out until night when they could escape.

“I still don’t get what you’re saying here, Doug.”

“All I’m saying is they’re gonna be looking for two guys with way too many Pokemon, right? So why don’t we just offload some of the weaker ones now?”

“But why like that?!” Steve whisper shouted.

“Well, you remember what Jones did with that Rattata that one time in the mess hall?”

“How could I forget?” He could feel a shiver run down his spine. Jones had swallowed the thing alive after finally getting assigned a better stolen Pokemon.

“It would come in handy here.”

“Why can’t we just release them, or stash them for later?”

“One: Do you really think a bunch of pokemon fleeing an abandoned building would go unnoticed, and two: Do you also think it would be a good idea to come back here at all?” Doug asked flatly. Steven looked to the side awkwardly, “That’s what I thought. Here, it can’t be that hard.” Doug grabbed a Pokeball off his belt and released the Skwovet from inside. He wasted no time grabbing the pokemon by its tail and dangling it above his mouth. He opens his mouth wide. He closes his eyes before letting go. Steve watched the little ‘mon flail in the air as it plummeted the short distance to the grunt’s mouth. Its entire body slid into his mouth with a squelch. The tail and kicking back legs stuck out of Doug’s mouth until he swallowed. The bulge traveled down Doug’s throat, dragging the fluffy tail into his mouth and down with the rest of it. The small squirming bulge settled into his stomach.

Doug smacked his lips with his fellow grunt looking on in intrigue. “Fuzzy. Kinda tastes like a berry blend.”

“How does it feel?” Steve asked. He pointed at the bulge.

“Different. Weird? Not bad though. I get why Jones likes doing this.” He fished through the bag and pulled out the Pokeball of a stronger pokemon and attached it to his belt. “Alright, your turn.”

“Me!? I’m not swallowing a Pokemon! Mine are probably too big for me anyway.”

“You can’t expect me to eat all of them myself!”

“Can’t you try?” He offered pathetically with an awkward shrug.

“No! Here,” He grabbed a ball off of Steve’s belt, “What if you just swallow the ball? It’s smaller. There’s no struggle or anything.” Doug held out the Pokeball to his grunt partner. Steven eyed it skeptically. “Listen, you either do this, or we get caught.” Dough said flatly.

“Alright alright, hold your Horseas.” He snatched the ball and held it in front of his face. He barely opened his mouth and brought it closer at a painfully slow pace.

“Oh for the love of…” Fed up with his partner’s reluctance, Doug snatched the Pokeball out of Steve’s hand and shoved it into his mouth. Steve didn’t react in time. With his mouth blacked he swallowed on instinct to clear his airway. The round shape bulged out his neck as it slowly traveled down to his stomach. Steve coughed and sputtered as he caught his breath again.

“What the heck, Doug!” He coughed out

“We can’t spend all day waiting on you to grow a pair. Now hold still.” He grumbled as he started to poke at Steve’s stomach.

“Now what are you doing?”

“This’ll be easier, trust me.” He finally struck the right place and hit the button on the ball. The pokemon inside was released with a flash of energy. Steven’s stomach swelled out as the pokemon formed. His midsection squirmed and bulged with the trapped pokemon’s protests.

“Woah!” His gloved hands gripped his stomach as it shook.

“Weird but good, right?” Doug smiled.

“Yea…” He stared in awe at his stomach.

“What’s in there anyway?”

“Gotta be honest, I don’t exactly know.” Steve couldn’t see any distinct shapes or hear any clear cries. A sharp punch that made him wince did answer his question. “Oof! Yep… that’s a Croagunk.”

“Hey… that gives me an idea. Let’s have some fun with this, yea?”

“What do you mean?”

“Here lemme show you.” Doug grabbed the second of the three Pokeballs off his belt. He popped it into his mouth and swallowed it. The once active stomach had stilled in the moments prior. The sole bulge of the ball slid into his stomach and he poked around until it activated and swelled up like Steve’s “Now, you try to guess who I ate.” He grabbed another ball from the bag and attached it to his belt.

“Uhh, I dunno.” He said looking at the struggles underneath Doug’s Rocket uniform, “A Meowth?”

“Come on, Steve, humor me, would you? When have you ever seen me use a mouth? Hurry, before it digests.” Steve sighed and stared harder at the stomach while his own processed the poison-fighting type. The squirms were shallow, but frantic and fast. It seemed kind of like wing beats.

“Noibat, right?”

“Yes! Alright, your turn, and don’t keep me waiting this time.” He said, shooting him a look. Steve rolled his eyes. He grabbed a second ball off his belt and swallowed it. He grabbed two Pokeballs out of the bag and clipped them onto his belt, replacing where the other two had been. Then he rubbed his hand over his stomach until he felt the ball. He pressed down on the sphere and it opened. His stomach plumped out larger than before. It was mostly round but nearly dragged him over with how heavy it was. Doug eyed it carefully.

“Voltorb?”

“Nah.” He let out a small burp. Doug could see some movement, he could make out the bulge of a thick conical tail and short limbs.

“Oh, duh,” He said while hitting his forehead, “I forgot you traded up for a Sandshrew.”

“Mhmm, I never realized how heavy it was.” He grumbled clutching his distended gut. Doug quickly grabbed his last Pokeball and gulped it down. He slapped his stomach, Immediately it was bouncing and squirming with loud yaps coming from inside.

“Oh, that’s easy. That freaking yappy Poochyena. Good riddance there.” He snickered replacing the last space on his belt.

“Hah, yea. Remember the hiker we stole it from though?”

“How could I not? He pissed his pants!” Steve laughed.

“I know right? What a wimp.”

“Alright, my turn again.” He plucked a ball from his belt and sent it down. Quickly finding the button, he pressed it. However, he was in for a surprise as his gut quickly grew far past what it should have. He wasn’t paying attention and accidentally swallowed one of the balls he’d just clipped on. Steve groaned as his belly was stretched far beyond anything it had been before. He cradled it on the floor. The large pokemon bulge forced the top of his uniform up over his stomach exposing his skin.

“Oof! That’s a Pidgeot.” He could clearly see the outline of the beak and wings, along with tell-tale long crest feathers, “Are you okay steve?”

“So… full…” He groaned. Doug rolled his eyes. He snatched the last original ball from Steve’s belt while he was incapacitated. He was kind enough to fish two more Pokemon out and clip them on the belt for his fellow grunt.

“I’ll just help myself.” He said releasing the last pokemon. A red light flashed from the ball, and from it formed a Buizel staring up at him with a curious expression. He smiled at the little orange otter Pokemon and slipped his gloved hands under its arms. He stuck fast. He shoveled the Buizel into his mouth. It squirmed and yelped as it found itself crammed deep into the human grunt’s mouth. Doug quickly gulped and slurped the water type down until he was slurping down its twin tails.

Doug patted his small squirming belly with a contented sigh. He could really get used to this. Steve was still incapacitated for the moment as his stomach worked on the large bird. Doug checked in the bag one last time. He realized there was one Pokeball left. He thought for a bit. He hated to waste good pokemon, but they each could only hold three. Any extras risked them getting caught. Doug shrugged, his mind made up. He pushed the ball into his mouth and swallowed it down to his still squirming belly. The fighting Buizel activated the ball and his gut surged out.

When it settled his skin was stretched taut around a canine form and a pleasant heat radiated from his belly. Doug belched out a small flame.

“Definitely an Arcanine.” he smiled, rubbing his hands over his large full stomach. He figured this ‘mon was why the cops were so adamant about catching the two. Good riddance, he thought. One less pokemon helping them was one less thorn in their side. This large fire dog meal was made extra sweet with the knowledge of who it probably belonged to.

“Just hope we still fit into our disguises after this.” He said to himself.