She Loses Her Shorts

Hilda had just recently battled Cheren and got the Insect Badge, something she struggled with due to picking Snivy as a her starter pokemon, and headed to route 4 to continue her journey to become in becoming the champion of her region. And while walking around this desert, with the heat of the sun beating down on her, Hilda was never more gland to be wearing a pair of short-shorts.

Or maybe they weren't short-shorts, maybe instead they were just small on her because of how fat Hilda's ass was, or it could be a combination of both. Either way, whenever Hilda walked by people they would turn. She was getting so tired of the stares that she had actually once contemplated ditching her favorite shorts in favor of a skirt or actual pants. A shiver went down Hilda's spine as those disgusting thought entered her mind. No way was she ever ditching this shorts, the only way they were coming off is if something took them from her.

Anyways there was a few Pokemon in this region that had caught Hilda's interest, such as the Darumaka she was currently fighting. She wanted it to be apart of her team, but due to what she current team consisted of, she was struggling hard. The Darumaka had even in fact beat her last pokemon, forcing her to return her adorable Pidov back to its pokeball. The Darumaka laughed at her before running away.

Hilda: Oh yeah, well I didn't want you on my team anyways, you stupid fire-turd!

Hilda let out a steam of insults at the Darumaka which fell on empty ears as if decided to just ignore her. Her yelling did catching the attention of something else though and with her attention being interally focused on the Darumaka, Hilda failed to notice the pair of eye poke out of the sand behind her, staring directly at her fat ass.

Hilda would continue screaming at the Darumaka who was now long gone, before being interrupted when she heard something burst out of the ground behind her and clamp hold of her short-shorts. Just as Hilda turned out to she what had grabbed her, the creature pulled away, tearing her beloved short off of her and leaving her standing in the desert with only a white thong managing to give her bottom half some form of cover. It was the only underwear she could wear that was both comfortable and wouldn't get ruined by the size of her rump.

Hilda let out a gasp and place her hands between her crotch, which was probably not the area she should focus on, but the sudden public exposure caused her face to turn bright red.

A Sandile had snatched the shorts off of her and it seemed content with the article of clothing as it immediately dove back underground with them still clamped in it jaws.

Hilda: NOOOOOOOO!!!

Hilda dove to the ground and tried to dig the Sandile out with bare hands but it was pointless as she could never compete with it.

Hilda: GET BACK HERE WITH MY SHORTS!!!!!!!!!!