Gym Leader Flannery

The Lavaridge Town Gym was steaming with lots of warm water, fitting for a place that was not only a Pokemon Gym but also a hot spring hub. The hot springs were only for those in the gym looking to battle (the public hot springs were outside), but Flannery wasn’t taking a dip in the water yet.

“Okay Flannery. You got this. You got this.” She said between deep breaths as she paced back and forth in the center of the gym, her steps tracing a rectangle on the rocky ground. Internally, the weight of living up to her grandfather’s legacy was heavy. It held her down a bit often. More often than Flannery liked to admit. “Grandpa didn’t raise a quitter. He didn’t raise a loser. You’re the one in charge, Flannery... Yeah! You’re in charge!” She said as she slapped her cheeks to get herself together.

The doors of the gym swung open, the sound sparking Flannery out of her mini pep talk and making her turn around. “H-hey! Hi! Welcome to the Lavaridge Gym! Name’s Flannery!” She approached the new challenger. “Hm... you look new. Just visiting? Or are you here for a badge?”

You noticed Flannery passing by. The gorgeous Lavaridge Gym Leader was not just good at her job, but she was also thiiiiiiiiiicc. You noticed how much that booty bounced and jiggled in those tight jeans of yours. Sure, you might not have any gym badges, but shooting your shot can’t hurt you, right? And so, you took the chance and asked her out.

Him? With no badges? Ugh, as if. Internally, she was disgusted by that news. I’d only go out with good trainers, not badgeless losers... She added to her thoughts.

“Oh! Sorry! I um... look, I think you’re nice and all but I kinda gotta watch my grandpa’s gym right now.” Flannery said as she glanced at you over her shoulder. “Um... maybe some other time, Y’know?” And with that, she walked off, ass still bouncing.

Have fun fapping over my phat ass, loser. Get some badges before coming back to me. Her internal self kept thinking about you.

You just gonna take that rejection? C’mon!

It was late at night, the sun being replaced with the moon. Nocturnal Pokemon were active now and when most people were heading home, Flannery wasn’t. At least not yet. She actually was heading out with you towards her gym. “Don’t worry, the place is closed! Nobody’s gonna come in to disturb us!”

After you entered with her, she locked the doors behind you. The gym’s hot spring water was still warm and steaming, perfect for a dip. “Y’know, I wonder how my grandpa would react if he knew I was using his gym as a hot spring joint and bringing folks like you after hours for private dips.” She joked. “Don’t worry. He’s not gonna see us or anything.”

Flannery began to undo her clothing, tossing away her crop top, jeans, and shoes, slightly exposing her very voluptuous form before your eyes. Then she hopped right into the water. “C’mon! Water’s fine!”

You came in right after, letting the liquids wash away all the worries you had.

“Good, right?” Flannery asked. “Just let it all go... Let everything go... all your worries... all your struggles... just... Ah...” She reeled her head back as she leaned on the edge of the spring, closing her eyes with a smile.

“Hey, whatcha looking at?”

Flannery asked when she thought she noticed your eyes on her for a little too long. In truth, you were staring at her bust. Her big, fat, round, thick, jiggly bust. Like holy shit. Did the Lava Cookies she ate go all the way to her boobs?

“Oh, I get it.” Flannery said with a little laugh, catching on. “Hey, you’re not the first to look at me. I kinda got a rep for being a pretty face alongside my skill with Fire-types.” She said as she leaned closer to you, a sly smile coming across her pink lips.

“They’re big, aren’t they?” Flannery’s smile became a smirk as she came closer, her arms fell and her hands came together between her legs, her upper arms framing her chest. “Big... Round... Bouncy... Big enough to train a Magmortar...” Her voice became low and whispery. “You wanna toy with ‘em, huh? You wanna play with me?”

Her eyes became half lidded as she kept her eyes on you. “Y’know... Some trainers like Bug Maniacs or even Ace Trainers like to battle me in a... special way. I always win against those boys. But you? You look like you’re special. You look like you can handle that special kind of battle.”

“So go on. Hit me with your best shot.”

Flannery once heard of a new type of fashion that was going around. Some female trainers have opted to sport generally dolled up looks with heeled footwear, plump lips, eyeshadow, and thicc assets that clothing can hardly cover up. It was only for the confident girls that aren’t ashamed of anything. So Flannery gave it a shot.

Next thing she knew, she felt like a kinda different woman. Her lips became fuller and thicker, painted and glossed a flaming orange. Matching eyeshadow decorated over her eyes. Her nails were longer and painted matching orange color too. Her hair became thicker, her fringe fully covering her right eye and her ponytail becoming flared out even more wildly than before. Her top felt a little smaller, unable to fully hold back her larger plumper bust, which now spilled over the fabric.

She swapped out her jeans for tighter short shorts, letting her longer legs and thicker thighs breathe, even if her bigger backside was a bit more emphasized. Her shoes were swapped out with black and red platform heels. And for the final touch, she put on Heat Badge earrings.

“Hm...” Flannery admired herself in her reflection of her gym’s hot spring water. She struck a few poses, thinking about the comments she got from passerby’s on her way to the gym in the first place. “Maybe they’re right. This style does kinda suit a red hot girl like me!” She said to herself. “Hopefully my challengers won’t mind me looking like this!”

Unova was a unique place. More urban than Hoenn, actually. It was still a bit of a melting pot, so it wouldn’t be too hard for a trainer visiting from another region to fit in. In fact, Unova wanted to promote how inviting it was to visitors (as if the Pokemon World Tournament in Driftveil City wasn’t enough)

So the magazine Pokémon Pals wanted to have a non-Unova trainer be the cover of an issue, and the photo must be taken in Unova as well! So on Route 18, a photoshoot was set up.

“Heeeey! Is this outfit good?” Flannery, the subject of this photoshoot, ran across the grass and onto the sandy shore. She was sporting a red and white bikini set with Gen 3 marked on the right breast side. She wore it under a navy and white crop top jacket. And she even put on red and white glasses because cool reasons. “I never did this kinda thing before so I wanna know if I make it look good!”

As the chosen photographer for this photoshoot, it was up to you to give your opinion and your directions for Flannery. So... whatcha think of her clothing?

You did it. It was a real intense and white hot battle, but you defeated Flannery and all her Fire-type Pokemon. “Ugh... Okay, maybe I was trying too hard...” Flannery said as she recalled her Torkoal to its Pokeball. “B-But I’m not done! N-no way! I-I still got a trick up my uh... sleeve!”

You weren’t sure what she meant by that, but next thing you knew, Flannery came closer and squatted down, rubbing your thigh. “You and your stupidly... big amount... of spirit got me...” She sounded anxious but desperate. Unsure but longing. Ultimately, her spirit won out.

Flannery was on the floor, shirt raised and jeans lowered, swirling and lapping her pink tongue around your head. “You’re not getting your Heat Badge until you spray me with all your piping hot lava!” She said as she gazed up at you with fiery but frantic look. Her hand rapidly pumped away at the base of your girth. “Show me your spirit! And I won’t take a quitter!” She panted out.

For someone so desperate, she was definitely good. If your Pokemon had any vitality left, you’d probably get them in on the action. But for now, it’s just you and this pretty little lady.

Flannery’s a pretty face. Yeah. She was quite beautiful. But she’s been getting more than a few comments about the opposite area. Her backside. And when Flannery glanced back, it made her realize that she has quite the junk in her trunk. “Hm...”

In her secret base at Mt. Chimney’s Jagged Pass, essentially her little home away from home, Flannery set up her PokeNav to record herself. With that, she turned around and tried rocking her hips. “Is it really that big...?” She said to nobody in particular, mostly herself.

After a little bit, she stopped recording and checked the video. “Oh yeah. It is fatter than I thought.” She was surprised a little, but she was now concerned about her technique. She remembered how some girls made their backsides wiggle and shake a lot, but she never tried that out herself. “How do I...”

She used her PC to do a little research. And that required a lot of video watching. “Bend a little... plant your hands...” Flannery tried mimicking the motions, bending her back and knees slightly and resting her hands on her thighs. “Like this, I think...”

That’s when you just so happened to wander in. Help Flannery out here, would you?

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