Erika Renamon Stream: Unwanted Pokémon get Digitized!

The stream camera records an empty bedroom. The walls are painted a cozy lavender, the carpet a deeper purple. A bed with thick, cozy-looking lavender sheets occupies most of the frame, while a gaming chair is visible off to the side of the room. Hanging on the left wall is a pin-up poster of a female renamon in a seductive pose, cradling her huge, white-furred jugs in the crooks of her arms, her massive yellow rump nearly extending to the edges of the canvas. On the right wall is a decidedly different renamon; sleek and slender with a white tuft of chest fur in place of breasts, striking a cool pose while surrounded with smaller depictions of other digimon and stylishly dressed human kids. At the bottom reads the title: “DIGIMON TAMERS.”

The door to the room gets kicked open by a white footpaw and a renamon stumbles inside, lugging a cardboard box full of red-and-white spheres. She drops the box next to two others with a swish of her tail, giving the camera a teasing view of her wide, plush yellow rump in the process. She’s recognizable as the same renamon as in the left poster, though her assets aren’t nearly as huge.

“Whew!” she sighs, standing up and turning toward the camera. “Sorry about the wait, folks! I wasn’t expecting there to be so many contributions. This might turn into an all-day stream!” She quickly checks the chat, seeing a few questions about where she’d gone to, which were kindly answered by other streamgoers. A new message pops up just as she’s stepping away.

“Nice Tamers poster, Erika! I didn’t know you were a fan of the OG Renamon!”

Erika smiles as she walks back to the boxes containing the red and white balls. “Of course I like her! She wanted to absorb every other Digimon she came across. I can respect that!” She grabs the first box and drags it across the floor as she continues, “She shouldn’t have gotten so sentimental toward the end, though. That tamer really held her back!”

Erika plops her rump down on the edge of her bed, the cardboard box at her feet. “Alright, we’re finally ready to get started! Thanks for waiting, everyone.”

A week ago, Erika had made a meal of a red-and-black fox creature that was not only tasty, but filled out her hips quite well. She later learned that this “Zoroark” is a type of Pokémon, which are entirely different from Digimon! A Pokémon ‘trainer’ can capture many different Pokémon partners—a strange concept to her—and as a result, most trainers have a bunch of captured Pokémon just sitting around that never get used! Such a sad fate. So Erika decided, why not offer those unwanted Pokémon a new home… on her hips?

“Alright! First up we have…” she says, reaching down into the box and pulling out a string of six Poké balls. She checks a tag attached to the end and announces, “...Anon’s Pokémon team! Luxray, Lucario, Houndoom… Salazzle, Lopunny… and Umbreon!” She feigns a look of surprise as she looks at the camera, holding a paw to her chest. “Oh my! They seem powerful. Are you sure you want to give them to me?” She holds one ball up to her muzzle and gives it a sniff, followed by a slow, sensual lick. “Mmm… Well if you’re sure… I’ll make sure their new home is nice and cozy.”

The renamon rolls over with a flourish, lifting her tail to show off her bare yellow-furred rump. She brings the string of Poké balls around while glancing back with a devious smirk. “But first, I should make sure they know who their new ‘trainer’ is, hmm?” She nudges the first Poké ball between her rump cheeks, spreading the plush yellow moons apart to press it against her tailhole. “Ahh… my ‘training’ methods might be a bit different from what they’re used to… After all, my ‘team’ is just my ass and tits! But I’m sure they’ll get used to being a part of it in no time.”

The renamon lets out a moan as she pushes the Poké ball against her sphincter, which slowly relaxes open to allow the metal sphere inside, before squeezing shut around it with a schlup!

“Mmnph.” To think she just stuffed someone’s beloved companion up her ass with so little effort. Which one was it? Lucario, Luxray? She’s already forgotten the rest of their names. These Pokémon are such silly creatures, able to be captured in these little balls and carried around. It’s such a simple matter to stuff them up her rump and relegate them to an unavoidable fate as renamon pudge! It doesn’t matter how well-trained or powerful the ‘mons are; each ball sinks between her cheeks with as little resistance as the last, the renamon skillfully clenching her rump to drag the chain of Poké beads inside. Soon, the final ball is squished between her amber moons, and she places a finger on it while wiggling her rump to the camera. “Time for these Pokémon to meet their new trainer: my guts!”

With a poke from the renamon’s finger, the final ball sinks into her ass with a schlup, and she lets out a moan. “Ooh… Your team didn’t put up too much of a fight, Anon... looks like they’re mine now.” She giggles and gives her perfect, shapely ass a smack to punctuate that sentence, then turns around, presenting her white belly to the camera, which now bulges with the round lumps of all six Poké balls traveling through her guts.

Erika grips her bulging gut with both hands and shakes it, creating audible clanks and clunks through her furred flesh as the balls jostle around. Every few seconds, the lumps visibly move a few inches, the clenching of her bowels ferrying them deeper into her body, following a snakelike, twisting path through her intestines toward their inevitable fate; to be digested in her stomach.

Erika moans as she feels the hard lumps squeeze past an interior sphincter and settle into her belly, sagging into a looser arrangement. “Whew! There we go… now, how do you open these things?”

The renamon toys with the bulges for a few moments before finally finding the release. There’s a faint click, followed by a BWOOOMPH as the renamon’s belly expands to nearly the size of herself, showing off the bulges of some unfortunate creature!

“Oohf! I wonder who this is?” she teases, patting a bulge that looks vaguely like the Pokémon’s head. There’s a confused cry from her gut as the ‘mon starts to squirm in its fleshy prison. Suddenly, there’s a series of additional clicks as the critter’s struggles cause a chain reaction! The digimon’s gut blimps out several times larger, sagging all the way to the floor with the weight of the full, six-Pokémon team! The weight is so great that it drags Erika right off the bed and onto her knees, her tightly stretched flesh forcing her to hug her belly. The renamon lets out an echoing “BWUUUOOORP!” as all the displaced air escapes her gut.

“Whew!” she sighs, looking down as her massive gut as it wiggles and writhes with the struggling team of Pokémon. “Is this what a Pokémon battle feels like?” She smirks and rubs either side of the massive white dome, though she can’t reach her arms around the entire thing. “Why don’t you see how many of them you can identify? Better do it quickly, before my belly finishes them off!”

The renamon’s stomach lets out a Gwuooorrrrll as it prepares to digest its hapless victims. Various bulges in the shape of paws and heads push out from her belly as the Pokémon within struggle in vain against their fate. Unfortunately, the well-trained team will be made quick work of by Erika’s better-trained digestive system.

The renamon’s gut lets out a chorus of gurgles and groans as her swift metabolism goes to work on the Pokémon packed within. Their squirms grow weaker as her gut compacts them into a tighter and tighter shape, which begins to smooth over with a series of wet, digestive noises. Most of the team doesn’t last longer than 15 minutes in her sweltering gut, and Erika can already feel their meaty mush being funneled into her bowels for absorption.

At this point the renamon’s gut resembles a sloshy white beanbag, and she stands up on her tiptoes and flops forward onto it, causing a sloppy Shhlssguooorsh! Erika moans as the Poké-goop in her stomach is compressed beneath her body weight, causing more of it to squeeze down into her bowels. She can still feel some faint movement within her belly from whatever Pokémon have resisted digestion, but judging by how weak it feels they won’t last much longer. Soon enough they’ll join the soup that was their former comrades in coursing through the yellow fox’s bowels to become padding on her assets.

Erika lets out a drawn-out moan as she digs her fingers into either side of her gurgling, white-furred belly. To think that everything inside will soon become weight for her breasts and butt… her tits already feel a little bigger as the first Pokémon to faint find their way through her bowels and settle into their new home as fox fat. The renamon starts to gently roll her hips into the softening bulge beneath her, a hot pink blush filling her cheeks. She’s vaguely aware of the stream chat being spammed with activity in the corner of her vision, but she hardly cares at the moment. All that matters right now is feeling the meat inside her breaking down into a sludgy consistency and being pumped deep into her guts to become fat on her ass.

Over time, the renamon’s gut becomes ever smaller and softer. The Pokémon within are converted into a liquid form, then compacted down into her bowels to be absorbed by her figure. Her white boobs and yellow rump expand as her belly gurgles away, the team of Pokémon being added to her own personal data stores. Eventually she can no longer comfortably rest on top of it, and stands upright, the hefty, sludge-filled pot belly sagging from her midriff.

“Whew!” she sighs, jostling her gut with her hands, creating a chorus of lewd groans and sloshes. “Thanks for the donation, Anon! I’m sure they were good battlers, but they’ll be even better rena pudge.” She gives her soft belly a slap, causing ripples to flow through the veritable sack of goop. The renamon lets out a crude belch, ejecting a pair of drool-covered Poké balls from her gullet, which pop open to reveal nothing inside.

“Oomh! Excuse me.”

The renamon gently rubs her gut, but pauses as she feels a bit of motion inside. A pawprint presses out of her flesh, accompanied by a muffled “Bree!”

“Hmph. What are you still doing in there? You should be on your way to becoming fat, like the rest of your friends.” She jostles her belly in annoyance, feeling the little critter being tossed around with the soup. “Well, if you’re not going to melt then I won’t wait. I’m a busy girl and you’re going on my hips one way or another.”

The renamon places both hands on top of her stomach and presses it down and in. The Umbreon’s squeal of distress is drowned out by the loud Shglurpshh of the goop in her belly being manually squeezed down into her bowels! Erika bites her lip as her belly shrinks away beneath her palms, feeling the wiggly bulge of the Pokémon being sucked into her guts along with the remaining Poké mush. Her tail twitches with each clench of her bowels, sucking the critter deeper until it’s entirely encased in her intestines. Her belly retracts into a soft, bulgeless pot belly, the Umbreon having been compacted along with the rest of the Pokémon sludge into her winding tubes to be absorbed. Solid or liquid, her guts would process them into padding all the same; none would escape her digestive tract.

“Bwuoorp!” The renamon lets out a cute belch as she pats her perfectly round gut, the bulges of the Umbreon no longer visible. Her breasts have expanded to the size of two squishy white melons, resting atop her hefty gut, and her ass cheeks and hips cheeks have blimped outward with fresh, thick Poké pudge. And her guts still have plenty more to work through!

The renamon glances down at the remaining box full of donated Poké balls with a grimace. There must be several dozen more in there! Not to mention the other two boxes! She would have to speed this process up if she wanted to finish the stream before tomorrow!

“Alright, round one’s over,” she announces to the stream, scooting the box closer with her foot. “Round two will consist of… all the rest of these.” She picks up a single Poké ball and pops it into her gullet, swallowing it down with a quick Ghlurk. She traces the round bulge down her neck as it vanishes into her soft, doughy middle.

“Oh, shoot. I forgot to read the label on that one… oh well. It’s as good as pudge now regardless.” The renamon picks up another strand of six Poké balls from the box and dangles them above her drooly maw. “As are all of these…”

She doesn’t even think about how fat she’s about to get from absorbing all these creatures. Time will tell… by the end of the stream, each and every one will be padding on her curves.



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Story written up by  Smuxray! Thanks again for doing it!


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