Gym Leader Whitney

It was a sunny day in Johto and Goldenrod was as bustling as ever. The place was the biggest city in the region and one of the largest in the whole world. Great for economy, telecommunications, entertainment, dining, the whole nine yards.

In the Goldenrod City Gym, Whitney was busy tapping away at her Pokegear, playing what seemed like a little minigame while she waited for her next challenger to arrive. Today was actually a tad slow in terms of opponents, but at least that gave all the girls in the gym time to gossip.

When the gym doors swung open, the trainers perked up and Whitney snapped to attention. “Huh? Oh!” A challenger? Finally. Hopefully this one is pretty good and will be a solid challenge. “Hiya! Name’s Whitney and I’m a gym leader!” She said with a wave of her hands. “Ain’t I a cutie? Try not to get too infatuated, okay?”

She came closer to the newcomer with a pep in her step. “You’re a new face, ain’t ya? Never seen you around here! But you look pretty good! However, don’t go doubtin’ me! I’m warning ya, I’m good too!” She said with a little giggle.

“So, how about it?”

Miltank went down to the floor, defeated by that last attack that its opponent had landed. That was Whitney’s best Pokemon and yet despite giving it her all, it still wasn’t enough to win. The challenger snatched victory right out from under Whitney’s nose. As the Gym Leader recalled her Pokemon to its Pokeball, she let out plenty of sniffles. “Uuuugh...” Uh oh.

“Waaaaaaaaah! Waaaaaaah!” Whitney’s head went skyward as she stomped her feet on the ground in frustration, each impact causing a little jiggle in her body’s very generous features, despite her clothing holding them back. “sniiiiff! hic You... you meanie! Why’d you have to go so hard on me?” She complained to her, her face a childish pout and her eyes still tearing up.

Well, you just made the gym leader cry. Cheer her up, will ya?

The Moomoo Farm was peaceful this early morning. The sun was just rising, the Miltanks were walking or rolling around. The Tauros were just waking up from their naps, but they were still pretty drowsy, and all the other Pokemon were out doing their usual activities.

Whitney stepped out of the farm house and into a barn where the Miltanks were. “Okay fellas! It’s that time again!” She announced. At her command, the Miltank group lined up in front of a machine and let Whitney hook their udders up to tubes. And with a flick of the switch, the cows became relaxed as the tubes started a suction function, milking them.

Next, Whitney checked up on the Tauros. “Look at y’all! Buncha sleepyheads, aren’t ya? Didn’t get good sleep today?” She asked as she reached out to gently rub one of the bulls. Still, she had a job to do. She supplied the Pokemon with their usual food mixture of hay, grass, grains, and just a little bit of berries to give them a boost. Once they started eating, they let out content moos.

Whitney stepped out of the Tauros pen and looked out at the expansive farm, catching the light of the rising sun. “Ah... Now that’s a good sight...”

It was a really tough competition this time at the Pokeathlon. Across all the events, trainers and Pokemon were tested based on their Speed, Power, Skill, Stamina, and Jump. The crowd absolutely loved it, going wild as the athletes did all they could.

Ultimately, a winner was chosen. Taking first place by just a handful of points, the victor of this competition was Whitney! The crowd erupted in cheers and shouts of her name, sparking surprise and joy from the Goldenrodian girl.

“Thank you! Thank you! I love you! Thank you!” She repeated as she waved all around to the people observing her. Once she and her Pokemon accepted their medal, she couldn’t stop addressing and thanking the crowd for their support. However, she had to get outta there eventually. And so, to the locker rooms with her.

“Phew! Ahaha! That was great!” Whitney said as she admired her shiny golden award. It wasn’t the first gold medal she got and it won’t be the last, but she still felt a rush of accomplishment. She hung it up with the rest of her medals, an archive of the hard work between her and her Pokemon.

If only she remembered to close her locker room door, because while she was in the middle of taking of her jersey, she noticed someone’s eyes in the mirror and turned around. “Gah! What in the?! H-hi! Um... big fan?”

Today was gonna be a clear day in Johto. Perfect for playing around in Johto’s National Park. Unfortunately, it was also a hot day. A very very VERY hot day. Like a Primal Groudon’s Desolate Land was out here. Okay, there wasn’t actually a Primal Groudon but it was really hot. And Whitney was feeling it.

“I’m burnin’ up here!” Whitney complained as she tugged on her shirt for like the 20th time within the last 10 minutes. “And here I thought this would be perfect to go for a run but yikes...” She wiped her brow clean, but it was futile. Sweat would just come down her whole body, decorating her figure.

She slumped down at a bench in a very shady part of the park and reeled her head back. “Oooh... Too hot... I gotta get cool!” She slowly tinkered with one of the golden buttons on her white and red shirt. “C’mon you little...” click! “There we go.” She said before repeating it with the rest of her buttons before her shirt was open. She spread it out to air her upper body out a bit, accidentally striking a pose that emphasized her sports bra clad bust a bit more than she wanted. “Phew! Needed that!“

It was evening by now, the sun setting on the Johto region. The Moomoo Farm was quieting down, the Miltanks and Tauros going to sleep and general activity going down to a low. After a long hard day of work, to Whitney, that sound, or lack there of, was a reward. “Phew... That’s another day done!” Whitney propped her hands on her broad hips before turning to you. “Ain’t it nice to have all your work pay off? Now, let’s get inside and relax, alright?”

Whitney led the way to the farmhouse, which was a pretty large place all things considered. “Yeah, you’d be surprised how much the stuff I do pays.” Whitney said as she opened the front door. “Selling Moomoo Milk, working a gym, being an Pokeathlete... Uncle Milton’s proud of me, Y’know.” She guided you inside the house, revealing the spacious first floor. “Bedrooms are upstairs. Feel free to stay the night if you really wanna!”

Whitney undid her top and tossed it on the couch, leaving her sports bra out. Well, this was her place so I guess she could do whatever she wanted. She roamed to the kitchen and opened the fridge. “Hey, what would you like to eat? We got plenty of fresh soup, lots of cheese, yogurt, some burgers to heat up, meatloaf...” She listed off food items, not knowing that her bent over position emphasized her big backside. Not that she cared anyway.

Moomoo Milk Deliveries was a process that would normally be a little tough. But for Whitney, it was a cakewalk, thanks to the speed of her Tauros. With both hands on the harness’s handlebars, she held on tight as the bull charged through. “Comin’ through!” She announced as a warning to anyone that was in her way.

*When she reached her destination, she yanked a bit on the handlebars to signal to her Pokemon to stop. The bull did skid a little bit but ultimately came to a halt. Whitney hopped off the seat, picked the crate of milk that was attached to the left side, and then walked up to the front door. She bent down to briefly set the crate on the floor before rising up and knocking on the front door in a rhythm. “Hello? Anyone home? Delivery!”

When the door opened, Whitney picked up the crate of milk again and smiled brightly. “Hiya! Whitney here! Someone order some Moomoo Milk? It’s nice and fresh, just like we promised!” She said, “You did order a lot though. Short on dairy products or are you just really into the taste?” Her tease was accompanied by a giggle. “Anyway, your total is gonna be... 12,000 Pokedollars!”

It was a silly idea. Maybe a stupid idea. Scandalous even. But Whitney did have an idea and offered it. She noticed that some people and Pokemon go around looking all tired and out of it and figured that the people need a way to let out their emotions and pent up stress. People get weary every now and then and need help getting their spirits back.

So Whitney offered to put herself in a pillory and stand on the side of Route 39 and essentially act as a little of a venting station. Those riled up or burdened by life could use her to get their relief. With her colossal bubble butt in the air and her giant JJ cup boobs framed, she was the thiccest and cutest little station for people and Pokemon to use.

Funny thing is, while stupid and maybe a little humiliating as this was, it paid Whitney some crazy cash. Some folks gave out plenty of good tips after rounds of playing patty cake with the pink pretty girl’s plump posterior of plapping her fleshy funbags. Once a week during the evening, Whitney would tally up all the cash she’s earned. Some might laugh at her earlier, but when she’s getting thousands in an afternoon, she’s the one that’s really laughing.

Today, Whitney was at her pillory again. “Heeeey! Need a little help getting your mojo back? Well I’m here to help you! A little playtime can do you good!” She said as she swayed her backside, hoping to invite someone in.

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