" No I can't let the Pokémon I raised and cared for die because I was selfish" Hunter growled.
As the thrashing of her Pokémon continued and pained her, Hunter yelled "Calm down and listen for second so I can help you get out of there"
The Pokémon growled and stopped their thrashing. " Alright try returning to your balls then it will be easier to get you out" Hunter said.
After some more scratches and pain, the bulges from Hunters sack return to softball size. Then a few seconds later the balloon of hunters stomach returns to a small bulge. " Hunnghhhhhh..... phew...Alright this should be easy " she said. Hunter grabbed her the balls inside her balls and twisted them so they returned to golfball size.
Hunter looked down at her groaning stomach " I can't get this one to normal size until it comes out...hmm how do I get it out..." Hunter mumbled. Then an idea popped into her mind and a mischievous look on her face. " Well why don't I let it out the same way it came in and get rid of some more stress in the process" she thought.
"Or I guess I could do it the old fashioned way and throw it up".
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