Meet a famous reporter

As soon as you are visible, people begin to swarm around you. They congratulate you, take photos, ask a wide variety of questions, even get you to sign a few autographs. While this happens, your eyes scan the crowd for your friends, who you eventually find stuck in a similar situation. Poor Kayla looks like she’s about to explode from stress, though she’s hanging in there somehow. Daniel is less anxious, but even he seems slightly overwhelmed.

“Ah, here he is! Outta the way people!” The crowd parts for the woman speaking, and she approaches you. Her way of talking is odd, like she’s in a noir film or something, and a camerawoman follows behind her, not recording just yet. The aggressive woman that the crowd parts for is stunning; In her early thirties, she has lightly tanned skin, sea-green eyes, wavy blonde hair down to her shoulders framing beautiful features… and the biggest fucking tits you have ever seen, and F-cup rack straining against her white button-up. You recognize this woman instantly. A famous reporter with a… famous interviewing style, known to talk to trainers of any rank, rookie to master, all over the country. Her name… is Tits McGee.

You gulp as she approaches, waiting for her to speak. You are almost physically incapable of tearing your eyes off of her chest. “Hey, kid, nice to meet you. Name’s Tits McGee, and I’m a reporter for Channel 6 News.”

She holds out her hand, which you shake, causing her most prominent feature to jiggle slightly. “I know who you are… big fan. Nice to meet you.” You’ve watched basically all of her interviews, because they’re… special.

She smirks at you knowingly. “Always happy to meet a fan. And always happy to become a fan of an up-and-comer! Now, would you be willing to answer a few questions for me?”

“Absolutely!” You say enthusiastically.

“Great! Since you’re a fan of mine, I assume you know about the special part of my interviews?” Her green eyes twinkle at you.

You gulp again. “Maybe explain it for me anyway… just so I don’t do anything… wrong.”

The mature woman smiles, squeezing your hand. Oh, you had never let go after the handshake. “Sure thing, pal. So, once the camera is rolling, you grope my massive milkers however you like. Grip ‘em, pull ‘em, knead ‘em, keep me clothed or strip me, whatever you like. It’s part of the show. Just make sure you keep talking, answering my questions. Simple, yeah?”

This is why her interviews are always so popular. Everyone wants to see the absurdly busty woman getting casually molested on camera, while she just doesn’t acknowledge it. You’re honestly pretty… intimidated by this, but you did just have a foursome on camera. This is fine. This is fine. “Okay, I’ve got it. When do we start?”

Tits’ smile brightens. “Spectacular chief! Okay, Ayla, count us down!” Oh this is just happening now. The throng of people actually back up without being told, giving you guys some space. The relatively flat camerawoman, Ayla, fiddles with her equipment for a bit, then holds up three fingers. Two fingers… one… thumbs-up! “Hi everyone, Tits McGee here with another rookie interview. A third one in Pewter City in the same day! I’m sure most of you saw the sexy fourway earlier, so this young man may need no introduction, but let’s introduce him anyway! Time to start, pal.”

The ‘time to start’ was probably to remind you to get groping. “My name is Red, I’m from Pallet Town.” You reach up to her chest, and press your hands lightly against her thinly-clothed breasts. Your hands sink in a little, even like this.

“Nice to meet you Red. Now, first question; The esteemed Professor Oak lives in Pallet Town, right? Do you know him?”

Her tone hasn’t changed at all. “Yes, I’ve known him all my life, and he’s the one who gave me my Charmander.” Squeezing her soft pillows, you marvel at just how much give there is, like your fingers could push so far in.

“I see, I see. Now, about the Professor’s granddaughter, Blue Oak; how well do you know her?” A curious glint fills her eyes that you aren’t looking at.

So soft… “We’re the same age, and we’ve both always lived in Pallet. We started our journeys on the same day.” Cupping her boobs, you can feel the heft to them. They really are massive.

“Oh, and is that all?” Her voice takes on a teasing tone. “There’s been quite the stir about you two all over Trainer Profile Pages.”

Smirking, you respond. “Who knows? Even I’m not sure what our relationship is.” You take the plunge and begin unbuttoning her tight white shirt.

“Oho, some youthful fiery emotions, yet to be understood? You two continue to fascinate.” She grins, and you’re just happy you’ve been able to remember to answer questions. “Next, what about the two trainers from Vermillion City I interviewed earlier? How do you know them?”

So Daniel and Kayla already got to do this? Did she ask them this question too? Is she cross-referencing? “We met here in Pewter City. Started training together and struck up a friendship.” You open the front of her now unbuttoned shirt, revealing the slightly paler skin of her stomach and cleavage.

“That’s about what they said. Now, what made you three decide on that amazing triple-forfeit from Brooke?” So she is asking you the same questions? Maybe it’s to extend the interview.

“That was Daniel’s idea. He didn’t even tell Kayla or I beforehand, he just surprised everyone.” Sliding the shirt completely off her shoulders, you now have a view of the world’s hardest working bra. An elaborately lacy dark red prison, locking away her jugs, with a clasp on the front for easier removal.

“Sounds like Little Surge is a real go-getter!” Poor Daniel. “Now, about your chat afterwards with Brooke; what was it about?” The buxom blonde asks excitedly.

“Oh, I helped out Brooke’s younger sister Leah not long ago. She wanted to thank me, and ask me for a favor.” Not wasting anymore time, you unclasp that fiendish bra and reveal Tits’ tits. They’re glorious; smooth, pale globes topped by large pink nipples, with enough natural adherence to gravity to let you know that they aren’t fake.

“A favor for a gym leader? Do tell!” A very faint pink color tinges Tits’ cheeks, though her demeanor doesn’t change.

Are you allowed to say? Brooke didn’t say you couldn’t, and you’ll almost certainly be using the Pokémon in official matches eventually. “She gave me an Aerodactyl to take care of, said she needed a good trainer to raise it for research purposes.” If you thought they were soft before, her huge melons are heavenly now. They fill your entire hands with ease, your fingers and even your palms sinking into her pliant titflesh.

Ms. McGee’s eyes widen. “A Fossil Pokémon!? Wow, Brooke must really have a high opinion of you. Most of those are given to researchers or very powerful trainers like Brooke herself. I believe Lady Violet and her brother were each given one as well.”

‘Her brother’. Poor Gabriel. “It feels like a little much to trust me with, but I’m going to do my best.” Kneading her huge marshmallows like dough, you roll your thumbs over her large nipples in an attempt to turn her on.

It actually does work, her face is even pinker now and her breathing quickens just a little. “Incredible. Last question; what is it with those ‘heart’ pictures you keep taking?”

“They’re… like my trademark, I guess. My ‘thing’. I’m a heart-stealer.” You feel dopey even saying that out loud honestly, but you’ve committed. Gripping Tits’ left boob firmly, you lightly twist the nipple on her right, earning a very small gasp.

“I see. Watch out ladies, he may be coming for your heart next!” The gorgeous reporter says, winking into the camera. “Well, that’s all the time we have for today folks. Thank you so much for the interview, Red. Hope we can do it again sometime!”

“I hope so too! Thank you!” A couple of seconds later, Ayla gives a hand signal, assumedly saying that the camera is off. You hang onto Tits’ chest, maybe a little too long, before going to remove your hands.

She stops you though, using her own hands to keep yours in place. “You did great, pal. Not many people handle their first interview with me so well. Stayed focused, gave good answers, fondled me real nice.” The woman smiles up at you, her sea-green eyes warm.

You certainly aren’t complaining about leaving your hands where they are. “Thanks, I was definitely a little nervous.”

“It didn’t show buddy, not one bit! Great work!” You feel your heart skip a beat at her genuine, happy praise.

“Oh, um… can I ask you a question, by the way?” You say hesitantly, half just wanting to continue this conversation as long as possible.

“Yes I like it.” She replies quickly. When you give her a puzzled look, she elaborates. “Oh, I thought you were going to ask if I like doing this. And I do. It brings in crazy ratings, and I love just getting grabbed, I really do. If you’re the brave type, then just grope me whenever you see me, seriously. I know what I’m about, it turns me on. And I’m not ashamed.” She says almost defiantly.

You’re a little stunned by her blunt admission, but far be it for you to judge. “Nooo reason to be. That’s cool. Hopefully I am brave, whenever I see you again. But, that’s not what I wanted to ask.” You keep on playing with her plush boobs, which she apparently really enjoys.

“Oh? What’s eating you then?” Now that she isn’t doing her ‘ignore the person fondling me’ act, she’s reacting much more openly. Letting her breath grow shallow, pressing your hands harder against her with her own. She is super hot…

“Uh, right. I’ve kinda always wanted to know… Is Tits McGee actually your name?”

The reporter throws her head back and laughs. “Fuck no! It’s a screen name, kid.” She smirks at you and winks. “Name’s Tina. Tina McFlynn. Not many people ask that question, honestly.”

Still manhandling her breasts, you smile back. “Well, that’s a shame. Nice to meet you Tina.”

She gives you a long look, before smiling a bright, white-toothed grin. “You too. Call me Tits when we’re on air though. Now,“ Like a knife to your heart, she removes your hands from her boobs. “time for me to get moving. Doing three interviews has made horny beyond belief. Gonna need to have Ayla munch my rug until I’ve practically waterboarded her with my cum.” The camerawoman instantly turns beet-red, staring at her shoes. “Good luck dealing with the mob, pal. See you again sometime!”

“Oh, bye!” Without even redressing, Tina suddenly takes off into the crowd, her blushing… friend(?) in tow. Well, that’s one thing off your bucket list. Now, how to deal with the rest of the people who want your attention…