Find the research lab

With a spring in your step and a warm meal in your stomach, you leave the Pokemon Center and easily spot a large, white building stretching above Cinnabar Island’s humble skyline. You set out towards the building with no hesitation, confident that such a boring building could only possibly be used for equally boring science stuff.

You have considerably more hesitation when it comes time to step inside. The building seems a bit cold and unwelcoming, quite a difference from the tropical warmth outside. The reception has no one in it, just some signs pointing down different hallways, assigning them various department names that you can’t understand. One sign, however, simply points towards a ‘Doctor Blaire’. You follow the sign down the end of a hall, find a solitary door, and gingerly stick your head inside.

The room is expansive and sterile white, reminding you of the room where those dastardly researchers took you in Saffron City. There’s a table in the middle of the room, covered in what appear to be a slew of sex toys, all standing up straight. A girl in a lab coat stands beside the table, bending one of the toys with her hand as though testing its elasticity. Faced with so many objects designed to fuck you, it’s starting to look like you’re in the wrong place… The very wrong place…

As you turn to leave, the scientist girl calls out. “Wait! I’ll be right there!”

She begins shuffling over to you with urgency. She’s wearing a buttoned-up lab coat like any researcher, but it’s a bit baggy on her. The sleeves are so long that they go past her hands. Her neat, snow-white hair extends a bit past her shoulders, giving her a prim and proper look. The black-framed, rectangular glasses on her face add some extra assurance that she’s smart, as if the lab coat wasn’t enough. But, unlike the other lab coat-clad woman you know, Professor Stump, this girl looks to be just as short as you. She also sets herself apart from your professor by smiling and just generally looking adorable. Maybe she wouldn’t mind being your Pokemon Professor…?

As the girl finishes her short trip across the massive room, she issues her greeting. “Hi! If you don’t mind me asking… are you stupid?”

…You no longer like this girl. “Excuse me!?” you sputter.

“I-I don’t mean it to be insulting! I just thought, considering your apparel, and your proportions… A-Anyway, I don’t have any appointments for test subjects today, but I won’t turn away walk-ins! Especially considering your endowments…” She makes no attempt to hide her gaze as she stares lasers into your chest, her mouth open like a lecher the entire time. The most frustrating part is, she’s still cute even as she’s ogling you. Pervy old men wish they had that kind of privilege. “Right this way, ma’am!”

“Wh- B- That’s not how you do introductions! Who even are you!?” you scold.

“Oh, I’m sorry! You’re right. What am I doing?” The girl pats her cheeks with both hands, even though her hands are still covered by the lab coat sleeves. “I’m Blaire, the Head of Research for Female Biology and Sexuality! …Oh, and the Cinnabar Gym Leader! That too.” She strikes a dramatic pose, standing on one leg with her arms in the air. Cute. If she wasn’t so suspicious, you’d wrap her in a hug, but something about this girl is definitely off.

“I’m Emilia. I’m here for a pokemon battle, but more importantly, I’m not stupid!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Like I said, your breasts are just so extraordinarily gorgeous and large, I thought it might have some correlation with your intelligence.”

“You… you’re just jealous! I bet you have nothing to work with under that lab coat and that’s why you’re being so mean!”

Blaire pulls her lab coat tight against her body to accentuate a nice, full pair of breasts squarely in the medium range. “I’m actually quite happy with my size. Not so small that I lose a woman’s pride, but not so big that they take nutrients from my brain and make me stupid. Speaking of which… can I touch them? Your breasts?” She grins at you innocently, as though nothing is amiss and her request is perfectly normal. She’s so freaking cute…

Willpower Check: Failed!

“Fine. But only a little.”

“Yay!”

You grit your teeth as Blaire helps herself to handful after handful of your boobs. She digs her hands into your exposed bra, courtesy of your mostly-buttonless flannel shirt, and scoops out your melons so she can hold and squeeze them uninhibited. The amount of privilege this girl gets just from being cute is unreal. The worst part is, your heart feels a bit warmer just from seeing how happy she is. Her eyes fixate on your tits with fascination as she gropes you freely. Finally, you’ve had enough.

“N-No more! That was more than a little. We’re battling now!”

“Okay!” She shuffles off to one side of the room then points at the other end. Apparently, she intends to use this lab for battling as well.