The Day had started so well for Misty. After another Battle with Team Rocket was won, she and her friends had been enjyoing the morning sun at the beach. Her Pokemon loved the Ocean so she freed them all from their pokeballs, so they could enjoy the day as well. All was perfect until she had started exploring the beach a little on her own and stumbled upon Jessie, the red and hot headed female of Team Rocket. She was laying face down in the sand, not moving a single Muscle. Misty was about to turn around and call out for her friends and more importantly her trusty Pokemon, but she also started to feel bad abit. Yes, Team Rocket kept attacking their little group in attempts to steal their Pokemon, but seeing her all helpless and alone, knocked out on the beach like this, was stil something else. So Misty slowly walked up to the fully grown woman and started to softly shake her, "Hello, Jessie? Can you hear me?". Before she could think another thought, Jessie had suddenly rolled around and away from her, right before a blinding, white light claimed her vision and an impulse of some sort knocked her right over and out.





Things were finaly looking good for Jessie for once. After she had lost another close battle to those pesky Twerps, thanks to her incompetent assistants, she was separated from them as they were all send flying by that overpowered Pikachu they were supposed to steal for their Boss. She was just throwing a little tandrum, lying face down in the sand, as she heard steps approaching and decided to pretend she was knocked out. She had to think quickly, most people werent all too keen on finding members of the famous Team Rocket and her Pokemon were stil beaten up from the fight earlyer. Thats when she remembered the weird looking blaster she had stolen from a laboratory recently, she had just hidden it in her boot and never gotten around to see what it was actualy capable of. Thinking this was as good of a time as any, she started to slowly and carefully reach for it, while steps slowly got closer. As the person started to softly shake her by her shoulders, and speak some words she ignored, she rolled over and away from the stranger, pointed the blaster in one swift motion and pulled the trigger.

A bright light had enveloped the stranger as he was send back flying a few feet, Jessie closed her in eyes in suprise for a moment and she opened them again, the light was gone, the stranger with it, the only evidence something had happened was the steaming, little blaster in her hand that radiated an unpleasant heat. Jessie tossed it aside and got up to her feet, she walked over to where she had last seen the stranger and scanned around... Then her eyes and mouth shot wide open and was lost for words, there right before she saw the loud, little red head of the Twerp-Group and to her big suprise, she had somehow been reduced to a size of a few inches. She crouched down and plugged the little pest from the sand, "Now, now what do we have here?", she cooed in a playful, taunting tone. Slowly the small woman opened her eyes and started to scream and struggle in fear and anger right away, Jessie closed her gloved right hand around the head and upper body of her new little toy to silence her. "You know i had a long and painful morning, thanks to you and your stupid friends! Im not realy in the mood to listen to high pitched, puny screams right now.", she lectured the red head in her hands. What was she going to do with this anoying, litttle bitch? Sell her? Crush her? Send her to the boss? Jessie had no idea and just kept on silencing her little foe with her hand. Right then it hit her, in the form of a loud and boneshaking rumble coming from her stomach. After all it was the fault of this pest and her pesky friends that she never got around to eat her fill these days, so it would be fair play to get back her like this, right? It would also get rid of any evidence of her actions, if anyone would come looking for their missing friend. So without uttering another word Jessie tilted her head back, brought her little snack right above it and let go....



Mist was in hell. It was dark and humid, the air was drenched with the smell of burned meat and gastric juices, her lower body was in so much pain she could barely hold herself upright. She was hammering away at the soft yet firm flesh all around her, clawing, hitting, kicking nothing she did seemed to disturb the digestive process happening all around her. No, that was happening to her, to be precise. She was screaming her heart out, barely feeling the tears streaming down her face, trying to reach the cruel woman that had doomed her to this fate, trying to make her understand what she was going through, pleading, begging, anything to escape this fate that should have never been hers. But all she got in response, were some distant giggles and the deafening gurgles and glorbs of her new home. ....She would die in here and even if her friends were looking for her, they would never find out what pityful and agonizing end she had met.



Jessie had meanwhile walked along the beach a fair distance to make sure nobody would interrupt her little lunchbreak. She had thrown her sticky clothes aside and decided to take a little nap right there on the soft sand. Life was good, she felt a little breeze cool her overworked body, heard the calming waves of the ocean from the distance, and the little bumps and gurgles coming from her stomach... they were quite pleasant actualy, she realy enjoyed the feeling of fullness for once. A well earned, wonderful day at the beach :)
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