It's debuted in a Pokémon battle, of course!

The Pokémon Professor turned the screen away from Mandip. "Well, we don't understand where the names are generated from, maybe you ought to try it out and then see how you feel?"

This just piqued Mandip's curiosity more. "Come on, you have to tell me what your fucked up Pokémon fantasy has done to me."

Jack stroked her shiny black hair back. "C'mon, Mandip, do you trust me?"

Fighting back a small smile at being petted like this, Mandip managed to bristle a little, forcing an icy expression. "Fine. So long as what I have to do isn't messed up."

The Professor rummaged in the pockets of his dusty leather jacket, producing his own Poké Ball. "Well, we could have a proper battle."

Mandip turned and looked at him, utterly incredulously. "You want me to fight some bitch?!"

Jack and the Professor stood on opposite sides of the basement that run under the record shop. Much of the room was taken up by a makeshift platform consisting of a number of wires and cables run underneath flat translucent plastic wrap to make a mostly-smooth circular arena, a transparent bubble of plastic also reaching up to the ceiling. To one side, a huge plasma screen hung on the wall, haphazardly wired to a small terminal. "Wow... is this for Pokémon Battles?"

The Professor began typing away on the terminal. They'd put Mandip back in the Ball temporarily; you had to go outside to get into the basement and a naked Mandip would no doubt attract attention. "Yeah; you don't have to do them in an arena, but we're trying to keep this secret, and also we're very data-driven," he gestured at the screen as he booted the battle software, "So we discourage street fighting."

"So, we're gonna battle, huh?" Jack fidgeted with Mandip's Ball in one hand. "How's it work?"

The Professor shrugged. "Well, you tell 'em to fight. You can get her live info up on your Pokédex app while you're battling. Although it's not like a slap fight; y'know, they're digitised biological entities and are programmed to be a certain way. That's not usually noticeable, they are living people even if they're also Pokémon, so they," he shrugged again, "Take turns using Pokémon moves."

Jack took a deep breath. Well, what else had he been expecting? This was the point of the whole Pokémon thing, after all... "Well, alright. Do we just... get started?"

The Professor kept tapping away until suddenly the screen flared to life, showing a blank arena. "Now we do. OK the connections..." Both men tapped on their Pokédex app to confirm they were entering combat, and the screen flashed pixelated fireworks.

'Pokémon Professor has challenged Jack Thomas to a battle!'

Jack chuckled. "Huh, so is that like your actual name?" He threw the Poké Ball. "Mandip, I choose you!" A flash of white light disgorged into Mandip's nude form once more. She no longer bothered to cover her nakedness, but didn't quite look battle-ready, wide-eyed and confused at suddenly finding herself in another strange location. In a big white bubble, no less!

The Professor smirked. "Might as well be as far as you're concerned." He drew out his own Poké Ball, throwing it. Mandip and Jack looked on expectantly, wondering which poor girl the Professor had in his clutches.

The soap actress Tina O'Brien appeared in the arena, also naked as the day she was born. She stood up, also seemingly unconcerned with her own nudity. A flash of recognition came over her face. "Oh my god, Mandip, is that you? How are you, luv?"

Mandip didn't know how to reply. "Uh... Well, I'm a Pokémon now. You?"

"Oh my god, me too! So weird, right?" Tina laughed.

Jack and the Professor ignored their conversation, the Prof pointing out things on the screen, which now showed stylised images of Mandip and Tina, along with their vital statistics: 'Tina, Level 15, Type White/Bimbo vs Mandip, Level 10, Type Asian'

"So Asian type moves are strong against White type Pokémon, Mandip only knows the one Asian type move from her Ability."
"I still think we can win, don't you, Mandip?"

Despite herself, she smiled widely and squared up to Tina. "Nothing personal, sorry babe."

Tina just giggled. "Hey, anything to keep the boss happy, right?"

And the screen lit up, an arrow pointing to the active trainer. "Um... um... shit!" Jack looked at his Pokédex. "Mandip! Use Flaunt!" Flaunt was a Bimbo-type move, where the Pokémon lowered their foes' speed and ability to dodge, but...

A look of vague disgust on her face for a second, Mandip walked into the centre of the ring, facing Tina and took a perfect Page 3 pose, wide smile, hand on hip, shoulders back and... Sploing! Her breasts swelled a full cup size as if by magic. Tina couldn't help but stare at them, her jaw hanging wide. "Holy shit, Mandip, those tits!"

The screen flashed up text along the bottom like a sports ticker: 'Mandip used FLAUNT! Tina's Quickness fell sharply! Mandip's breasts swelled one size!'

As Mandip sheepishly walked back to her line, gawping down at her bouncier chest, the Professor laughed. "Not a bad opener. This is why we've been enjoying this so much: there's maybe 20 Trainers, and 30-40 Pokémon girls, but all of those girls are showing different Moves and Abilities, all based on different elemental Types. And some of the effects are visibly supernatural, look at Mandip's rack. Do you want to see a Bimbo-type move?" Tina turned, and the Professor pointed commandingly. "Tina! Use Chav Slap!"

Tina licked her lips and a fiery expression crossed her face. She strode up to Mandip, one accusing finger pointing into the soft brown flesh of Mandip's expanded breasts. "Why are you looking at my man, you whore?!" Tina shrieked, drawing back a hand. Jack immediately understood why this wasn't a Mundane-type attack, pink sparkles shimmered around Tina's hand, her every motion evoking every slap scene in every Real Housewives show... and it rocked Mandip to stumble to the floor.

"Oh holy shit!" she raised a hand to her cheek... and felt nothing. Pokémon battles were simulated! But her health bar on Jack's Pokédex app and on the screen plummeted, falling into the mid-orange range of the bottom 50%. 'Tina used CHAV SLAP! It did extra damage to the busty slut!'

Jack was taken aback, feeling a rush of concern for Mandip, but also... a geeky enthusiasm for the possibilities here. "Did that do extra damage for having a boosted bra?"

The Professor looked triumphant. "It's a heckuva game, right?" He nodded at Mandip, as she shakily got to her feet. Damn, another hit like that and she'd be out for the count, and the Professor stated so. "Remember, every Pokémon girl is unique. Mandip seems to be a glass cannon, low HP, high Power and Sex Appeal." She felt almost flattered like that, until he continued, "A lot of Asian types seem to be like that."

Jack hesitated. "So, like, this isn't my debut, right? I can ask for advice?"

"I might mislead you to win, kid," the Professor waggled his eyebrows, before rolling his eyes. "Nah, you seem a good kid and you want to learn the game instead of just command the hot girl. I respect that. I think if you use that special Ability she's going to hate so much, it'll win you the battle."

"Alright." Jack mulled it over. "Mandip, we're going to try out your Ability. Just... go with it, and know I'm proud of you." Mandip's eyes went wide. Wait, what was he going to... "Mandip, use Curry Muncher!"

"You want me to what?!" Mandip snarled, even through her artificial co-dependency with her trainer. "What the fuck did you call me?! Is that my super-fucking-special Abilit- woah!" Her body moved on autopilot, she didn't need to consciously know how to use it, but as if by magic, a plastic carton of late night chip shop rice and curry sauce appeared in her hand. "God... No..." Driven by her Pokémon training, she began to shovel it into her mouth, devoid of dignity, Tina, the Professor and even Jack turning away and wincing a bit. When it was done, Mandip tossed the container which faded into... well, wherever it had come from. 'Mandip used her CURRY MUNCHER ability! She regained HP!'

"I'm sorry, babe, some of the girls get a rough deal," Tina cooed sympathetically as Mandip wiped at her cheeks. That brown, cheap, sickly-looking cheap curry sauce that you only got in dodge late night takeaways was smeared all over her face. Her stomach felt warm and full, she was disgusted at how good doing that had felt. The HP bar on the screen at least was back up into the green, she could probably survive another hit after that.

But she was opened up to retaliation. "Stay away from him, you skank!" Tina roared, as she used another Chav Slap attack. Mandip staggered against the wall of the bubble, the screen making that irritating high-pitched bleeping noise as she fell into the red. She looked up at Jack, who called out, "Good girl, Mandip. Hang in there." She stumbled to her feet, facing Tina. "Mandip, use Curry Cannon!"

Driven by instinct, Mandip hefted her tits up until her nipples were pointing to Tina's centre of mass. Her stomach gurgled painfully, her tits swelled, and she breathed, "Oh god no..." A veritable torrent of chip shop curry sauce blasted out of her nipples like two twin flamethrowers, splattering Tina as she stumbled backwards, flailing. She finally spun on one leg before her eyes closed and she dropped on her back snoring. 'Mandip used CURRY CANNON! It's super effective! Tina fainted!'

Mandip looked down at her tits as they deflated back to B cups now the battle was over, the deflation leaving a dribble of errant curry sauce streaking down the underside of each boob. It was plastered over her cheeks and chin. "I... I won?" Jack burst through the entry slit, grabbing Mandip around the waist, lifting her up.

"You won!" He spun her around, and on impulse, she kissed him, leaving behind a glob of curry sauce. "What was that for?"

"For winning!" Mandip let herself be lowered down to the floor. "Even if... look, we need to talk about how degrading that was, OK?" She licked some curry sauce greedily from her cheek.

The Professor ambled into the arena, returning the fainted Tina to her Poké Ball. "Sure, sure, but first let's get you healed up. Then we'll make arrangements to introduce you to some of the other trainers."