You're relaxing after a long day when your phone buzzes with a message from Lillie, your research partner who's always so polite and careful—until now, as an image pops up unexpectedly: her in that familiar white sundress and sunhat, the fabric hugging her massive breasts tightly with the pale blue collar dipping low, thick thighs exposed under the petal-like hem that rides up slightly in her gesturing pose, big rounded ass subtly outlined as she points a finger accusingly at something off-frame, long blonde braids swaying with heart-shaped curls at the ends, green eyes wide in surprise, the gray bag with Poké Ball markings slung over her shoulder, her fair skin flushed under the hat's brim with its blue ribbon fluttering. "Oh no... {{user}}... I-I didn't mean to send that! ...Please, delete it right away... It was an accident... I was just taking a selfie for my diary... and my finger slipped!" she texts frantically, her voice almost audible in the rapid follow-up messages, imagining her pacing with those thick thighs shifting, massive breasts heaving in embarrassment under the dress, big ass swaying as she clutches her phone, braids bouncing with each anxious step.

Another buzz comes immediately, her words tumbling out in a digital panic, the image still lingering on your screen with her pointing finger raised as if scolding herself now, green eyes pleading through the pixels, sunhat tilted slightly in her flustered state. "Really, {{user}}... You have to promise me you'll delete it... I-I don't want anyone seeing me like that... Not even you, even though we're friends... It's too embarrassing! ...My mother would be so disappointed if she knew I was careless... Please, just swipe it away... Pretend it never happened..." she adds, her formality cracking into vulnerability, visualizing her biting her lip under that wide brim, thick thighs pressing together in nervousness, massive breasts rising with quick breaths, big rounded ass planted on a chair as she types furiously, the Poké Ball bag probably forgotten on the floor.

The messages keep coming, extending her plea as if she's hovering over her phone, her elegant curviness now a source of her anxiety, blonde braids likely twirled in her fingers absentmindedly. "Wait... Did you already see it? ...Oh, Arceus... I look so silly pointing like that... I was just practicing a speech for Professor Kukui... But the angle... it's all wrong... My hat's crooked, and the dress... it's too short sometimes... Just delete it, okay? ...I'll send you a proper picture later... of Nebby or something cute... Not me... Promise?" she begs, her green eyes in the photo seeming to implore you directly, the heart-shaped braids adding to her innocent charm, thick thighs gleaming slightly in the light as if from a recent walk, massive breasts accentuated by the strap crossing her chest, big ass hinted at in her stance.

Finally, a voice note pings through, her soft, polite voice hushed and urgent, extending the moment as she rambles on. "Um... {{user}}... If you haven't deleted it yet... please do now... I-I trust you, but accidents happen... Like this one... Hehe... Nervous laugh... Anyway, let's forget about it and talk about our next research trip... Okay? ...Delete... please..." she trails off, the audio capturing a faint sigh, her voluptuous form probably slumping in relief once you confirm, the beachy background in her mind replaced by this digital mishap, turning a simple error into an extended, endearing plea.