PMU Sidestory #1: Scott's Mom is His Pokegirl

Pokegirl maintenance. It was one of the few mandatory classes, for all those Trainers who had acquired a pokegirl. It was held in the evenings, and the classroom had marble flooring, and rather than desks, there were twin beds, two rows deep, eight wide.

"This is so embarrassing..." one of the girls complained to her pokegirl partner.

"I've never done this in public before," another confessed.

"I hope this is a one-time thing only. I already know plenty about keeping my girls in check," a rather more confident girl asserted.

There was a nervous, excited, anxious energy throughout the room. And for the sole male in the room, it was straight out of his fantasies.

"Hot damn, I'm glad I lucked into being a trainer," Scott said, sitting at the edge of his bed, eyes on the other fifteen girls in the room.

Sixteen, once their instructor made her way to the front of the room, high heels clacking on the hard marble floor. Dressed in a white labcoat and lacy black lingerie, she only added fuel to his wild fantasies.

"Evening, everyone. I'm Sabrina Natsume, your professor for tonight. Please, just call me Sabrina." She spoke clearly, and the rest of the room fell silent. Even after only a month in PMU, each of the freshmen knew the reputation the powerful Psychic had, and planned to be on their best behavior. "Tonight, we'll be going over the basics of Pokegirl Maintenance. Do any of you know what that entails?"

One hand went up faster than the others, a petite brunette in twintails and large, round glasses. She answered confidently before even being called on. "Left to their own devices, Pokegirl accrue Corruption. Higher levels of Corruption lead to behavior more in line with their Nature. Maintenance is the act of strengthening the Bond between Pokegirl and Trainer in order to lower the Corruption."

"Yes, well..." Sabrina had a knowing smile on her face. "That's the textbook definition. But let's put it into practice now. Everyone, release your pokegirl."

"Hell yes." Scott whispered, tossing his pokeball. "I've been waiting for this!"

The reddish light coalesced, revealing Isolde. The blue-haired beauty appeared, arms folded over her chest sternly. A reproving look was given towards her son. While she now was his Pokegirl, she was still his mother and the total lack of respect he now showed towards her grated in the worst way. Surely she'd raised him better than that!

An awkward look was given to the entirety of the room as it was clear she was the oldest, and most mature Pokegirl present. She was already beginning to get open looks from all the other female trainers and their Pokegirls—after all, Isolde was wearing an elegant white turtleneck and fashionable darks slacks as opposed to whatever garish styles passed as 'fashion' among today's youth.

After a moment, she found their inquisitive stares tiresome so Isolde singled out the one of them, the petite brunette with the large, round glasses and gave her an icy glare. She was rewarded with a flinch as the twintailed girl hastily averted her eyes off to the side but her happiness was dampened as she felt her new ears twitch as well. Her hands clenched, balling up to make angry fists. Part of her wanted to touch the large fox ears poking out from the mane of her steel-blue hair but Isolde resisted the urge.

Instead, she scanned the room for any other challengers—and things went from bad to worse. "Oh. Oh no," Isolde thought, visibly blanching at the sight of just who was teaching, a clear crack in the frozen lake of her cool self-possession. Nervously, the blue-haired beauty's icy blue eyes darted around like she was seeking the nearest exit. Thankfully, Sabrina hadn't seemed to take note of her yet. And Isolde was planning on keeping it that way.

"Scott, Scott!", she hissed in his general direction, waving a hand down by her waist to signal for his attention. Once she'd caught his attention, Isolde mouthed quietly, "We'll attend the class another night. I can't be seen here. We need to go now, young man!"

"Huh? What's gotten into you? We can't just skip out of class." Scott rejected the idea immediately. “Besides, she’s already talking.”

Not having noticed the two, Sabrina continued. "Now then, about Maintenance. Normally, a Pokegirl and Trainer living together is all that's needed. That relationship keeps corruption from rising. But there's a reason all of you are here." Sabrina paused for dramatic effect. "All of you have had the corruption of your Pokegirls actually rise since the semester started."

"Hah?"

"Ohhh..."

"Ack."

"Yeah..."

There was a mix of reactions around the room, some of the girls having seen it coming, while others were caught unaware. For Scott's part, he had a slightly insufferable look of 'see, I told you' on his face.

"This is serious stuff. I heard that if you let it get too high, you could end up dumb as a cat."

Isolde grit her teeth together. "I know very well how Corruption works," she said, not quite managing to keep her voice from being snippy. She took a deep breath to keep from adding, I also attended PMU and graduated with the highest honors. Recently, she'd found herself saying that. A lot.

Her son's know-it-all look though did cause her to frown. "Don't you dare sass me, young man. My Corruption rising is clearly your doing. The compatibility of our Bond is too low, and that falls on the trainer."

And that's no surprise because you're a complete lazy nev'r do-weller lackwit that likes chasing far too much skirt. Isolde didn't say that out loud and instead offered this. "And that's because I'm your mother, Scott. Of course, it's very awkward for us both that I'm now your Pokegirl."

But seeing Scott wouldn't budge without a further explanation, Isolde gave Sabrina another sideways glance. The Psychic Gym Leader hadn't seemed to notice her yet. Or perhaps Sabrina didn't recognize her? It had been a while, after all. Isolde dared to give herself a bit of hope.

"Let it be suffice to say that I have a history with the professor. We were contemporaries. And I'd rather that she not see me like this if at all possible." There. Perfunctory and to the point. "Now, can we please leave?"

"Ugh. Whatever." Scott knew better than to argue with his mother. Not when she dug her heels in like this, anyway. Trying to change her mind was like trying to stop the rising tide. "I don't see what the big deal is, that was decades ago."

Before he had a chance to retrieve her back into the pokeball or leave though, Sabrina's attention twisted towards them.

"...history together? Oh.” The psychic narrowed her eyes at them, eyes glowing softly purple as she read their minds. “Isolde? Is that you?" There was no attempt to hide the delight in the professor's face. "You're thinking of leaving, are you? Well, I think that just means the two of you volunteered to demonstrate some of the basics for the class."

"Uh, I'm not sure..." Scott started to object. He stood out enough as it was being one of the few men in the University.

Isolde was against it for more personal reasons. Bitch. There was a flash of fire in Isolde's blue eyes before schooling her features into that cool placidity she'd been famous for. More importantly, she drew her thoughts in very tightly around herself.

"Quiet, Scott," she spoke, overriding her son's weak objections even as she stared down her old rival. The blue-haired beauty did her best to hide the hot flash that went through her head to toe as Sabrina's eyes went up to her new, large fluffy ears and lingered for a moment.

Still, there was no point in shirking things now she'd been found out. Instead, she had to try and make it through this class with as much of her dignity intact as possible.

"We'd be delighted to demonstrate whatever you have in mind, Professor Natsume.", Isolde spoke, sizing up the other Psychic warily. She knew that she shouldn't say her very next words, but they bubbled out of her before she could stop herself.

"After all, we all know who had the superior testing scores back then."

"Yes, well... We were only together that one year, what with you about to graduate and my just arriving." Sabrina glanced over towards the legally adult Scott, and with a quick pulse of psychic power, erased the reminiscing from the class's minds. She'd been in her mid-twenties prime for more than a decade now, and she wasn't about to let that image drop. "And I'm glad you're so eager. But please. Call me Sabrina."

Isolde and Scott moved to the front of the classroom, all eyes on them, and Sabrina continued the lecture. "Now then, here we have a mature and powerful pokegirl. Psychic and Ice typing. Can anyone explain those Natures to me?"

"Ice leads to a lethargy and longing for stillness. In extreme cases, to extend that stillness to the rest of the world. And Psychic..." The bespectacled brunette trailed off, the answer not coming to her.

"And for Psychics, it always comes down to control. You stop seeing others as being human and instead look at them as toys. More than familiar with that particular Nature." Sabrina finished for her. "But those are just the broad strokes. There are plenty of exceptions to the rule, and every Nature is unique to the pokegirl herself. But along with destructive or psychopathic urges, you can also expect a regression towards instinct. Becoming more beast than human."

"Of course, with our two volunteers here, things haven't gotten that far along. Just as a quick demonstration, Isolde. Can you give us a quick introduction of yourself and your Master?"

"Certainly," Isolde moved to the center of the class. A slight dip of her head gave a cursory bow to the gathered students as she kept her hands demurely in front of her. "I am Isolde Nakamura. As a Psychic and Ice Pokegirl, I seek synergy between these two types." Pursing her lips together, Isolde blew as a misty cloud of chilly air floated in front of her and snowflakes sparkled.

"Of course, to synergize, one must first master both elements." Isolde now closed her eyes as a bluish-white psychic energy projected out from here. Everyone in the class saw an underground lake, calm and soothing, before Isolde plucked with her fingers as a clear chiming ping was clear as a ripple formed on the surface of the cold waters before the vision faded. "What you all just saw was my own mind's eye of my self-image," she gave by way of off-handed explanation without elaboration.

"What I am most known for is my signature move, Frozen Dominion." Again, Isolde's eyes flashed as they filled with the same bluish-white color. She did not let it loose though. "With it, I can make a Pokegirl or trainer feel as if they were in a state of suspended animation, trapped between two walls of ice."

Slowly, she let the power dissipate. "...and this is my son, Scott Nakamura. Normal type. He's a freshman at PMU like many of you and I hope you'll all get along with him. I'll let him say more about himself if he'd like but he tends to be a bit of a shy boy."

"Well done, Isolde. But... class, what are the signs of Corruption she showed during that quick introduction?"

For once, the brunette was silent. Instead, the goblin-type pokegirl shot her hand up and answered. "She's got a stick up her ass!"

Sabrina covered her mouth to hide a titter while Scott visibly flinched, muttering "yikes" under his breath.

Isolde met the goblin-type with a withering stare. She didn't do anything. Yet. There were too many eyes trained on them. But she made sure to take in the goblin pokegirl's form and sink that image deep down into the depths of the placid lake. She'd deal with her later.

"Well... you're not far off. She introduced herself first and foremost, while her Master was an afterthought. She's presenting herself as the authority figure in charge, and while that does make sense for a mother and son... it's disastrous for a pokegirl and trainer."

Sabrina turned to Scott. "It's clear the two of you have a large Bond connecting you to each other... but a Bond is like a shared muscle. You need to exercise it to strengthen it. Scott, have you asserted your authority over Isolde... ever?"

"Well, uh..." He scratched the back of his head. "I mean... I guess not? We talk things out and decide what to do together."

Sabrina didn't need to be a mindreader to know that meant they would talk things over, then do whatever Isolde decided.

"Well, let's start with something basic." A smile turned up at the corner of her lips. "Scott, try and have Isolde perform a dogeza for us."

"Ahh..." Caught between a rock and a hard place, all eyes on him, the young man looked like he wanted to jump out a window rather than go through with it. But with the look of expectation from everyone around him, he steeled his nerve and...

"Mom... uh, Isolde. Do a dogeza. Please?"

Isolde looked at her son with a familiar expression of disappointment. But she hid that through the excellent use of misdirection.

"Sabrina, really. This is childish." Isolde folded her arms again across her chest. "There are any other number of commands you could have Scott try and I'd be more inclined to obey. But a dogeza is ridiculous. I haven't done a single thing that requires an apology of any sort, much less to the entire class. By setting such a high bar and insisting upon it, all you're doing is encouraging failure and a negative feedback loop between the trainer and Pokegirl. Hardly a recipe for success."

She paused for a moment for effect. "Are you certain this is the best use of precious classroom minutes?" Isolde kept her tone mild, but her criticism was implicit.

"Oh, I think this is very important for the students to see. Because this is a warning to everyone here. Isolde is a former graduate from PMU, but she was still Corrupted into a Pokegirl. She was a top student who knows all the theories, better than most."

Sabrina hardened her tone as she addressed the class. "And yet, even though she knows her Corruption is getting worse, she's done nothing to try and improve it. Rationally, she knows that acting this way will only end up hurting herself in the long run, but she persists in letting the situation fester."

Sabrina turned to the class's only male. "Any idea why that is?"

Scott took a long moment to think, glancing towards Isolde briefly. "...because... she's stubborn?"

"Stubborn and prideful. Too proud to listen to your simple orders. And much, much too proud to publicly humiliate herself." Sabrina stepped behind Scott, then put her hands on his shoulder. "That's what we need to work on. Relax. I'm just going to show you what you're capable of."

A purple aura of energy radiated off of Sabrina, then flowed into Scott, the teacher puppeting his body just long enough to have him say.

"Izzy. Clothes off. Dogeza. Now." Scott heard himself saying the words, and it was easy to forget that Sabrina had compelled him. It felt like he'd just bossed his mother around, using a no-nonsense tone that brooked no argument. More than that, he'd felt... something... happen between him and his mother, a tightness in his chest, a warmth in his head. More than the words he'd spoken, Sabrina had opened up the connection of their Bond to force the command through.

"Nnnnggghhh..." A low moan escaped Isolde's lips along with her breath. “...Izzy!?”

The blue-haired beauty tensed up rigidly from head to toe, twitching as the Bond flowed through her. It was...warm, the kind of warmth that melted ice as she found herself first stepping out of her white flats before starting to fumble at the front of her tan slacks, unbuttoning them. They fell in a puddle down by her ankles, revealing the black pantyhose she was wearing beneath as she stepped out of the pants.

Facing the class, Isolde drew up the sweater over the top of her head in a single, sinuous motion to reveal the black minimizer bra she was wearing. Shocking honestly given how the sweater and curve of her chest had already indicated a well-endowed woman previously.

Thankfully, she still had some wriggle room. Clothes off wasn't the same as 'naked'. So she chose to keep the shreds of her modesty by leaving her undergarments alone. Instead, she carefully gathered up the sweater and slacks, neatly folding them and stacking them.

Then, she gracefully knelt before the clothes and putting her hands out of her, Isolde touched her head to the ground in front of the class and dogeza'd. In that moment, she was glad that her long, silky blue hair hid her face from view because she could feel the heated blush emanating from it.

“I’m sorry… Scott.” Isolde had to drag the words out of her mouth.

Fortunately, Sabrina also didn't have Scott stipulate the length of the dogeza. So after she'd genuflected, Isolde began to rise to her feet and dress herself once more.

"Well, I hope you've made your point, Sabrina," she remarked as she kept her eyes averted towards the floor. Isolde didn't know if she could bear to see the class's expression and worse know what they were thinking. It'd be almost automatic given her psychic nature.

"I don't get it. He doesn't have Psychic powers like you, so how's that going to help?" A blonde girl, the one with the tall amazon pokegirl, asked.

"I only used my Psychic abilities to guide young Nakamura. He can command... Izzy..." Sabrina tittered. "...just as easily after some practice. And should the rest of you build your Bond with your pokegirls, you can do much the same. So that's your first assignment. Take out your pokephones, and I want you all to record your pokegirl doing their own dogeza."

The class was continuing, the rest of the girls buzzing with action, though Scott was only hearing murmurs, all of his focus on his mother.

"Why, uh... that moan. It was kind of... loud. And lewd." Lewd enough that he was having trouble hiding his erection. "Are you okay, Mo... Izz... uh, Isolde?"

"...I'm fine, Scott. Thank you for asking," Isolde replied, tugging her sweater back down into place, the minimizer still on the floor, letting her breasts naturally breathe and spread out even as the sweater clung to her. A sympathetic, pitying look was given towards her son. "And you're a young man with needs so it's no surprise if your imagination runs wild from time to time."

A lie, but a necessary one. Isolde looked at Scott, her icy blue eyes lingering on his face—so much like his father. She did her best not to look down at the straining bulge. Still, there was a whispering wind on her placid lake that made it tremble in a tiny, shivering wave.

So much like his father...

"While I'm glad that you've managed to establish and strengthen our Bond, Scott, it'd be best if you don't continue to take direction from Sabrina." A meaningful pause was given along with a side-eye towards the Psychic Professor. "She doesn't have your, or my, best intentions at heart."

"And Mother is fine. Isolde sounds far too formal." Like we're equals was what she didn't say. She didn't bother mentioning Izzy. That name could be consigned back to the abyss where it came from.

"Ah, okay. Yeah, I uh..." Scott hesitated. What had it been that Sabrina had said? His mother had too much stubbornness and pride. And if he kept doing things her way... well, that was the whole reason they'd been put in this class, wasn't it?

If he was going to be her trainer... her Master... he needed to step up.

"I um... I didn't say that you could..." Scott grabbed at the front of his shirt, staining it with the sweat from his palms. He closed his eyes. How had it felt when Sabrina did it?

"Take that sweater back off." He felt something between them again, though this had the solidness like tipping the ball with a bat, while before when Sabrina had done it, it'd been a home run.

"I need to get a video of you too."

Isolde now paused, turning to regard her son. A long moment stretched out between them as she seemed to be mulling something over. Then, she gave a small exhalation as her shoulders relaxed.

"Of course, Scott. It is for the assignment." That much was true. Whether she liked it or not, Sabrina was the one teaching the class this time. Without bothering to look around, she knew that the other trainers and Pokegirl pairs were also doing their best to put into practice what they'd witnessed.

Without much fanfare, Isolde removed the sweater and exposed herself once again, standing in only her panties and stockings now. Feeling her son's eyes drink in her naked chest. Isolde did her best to ignore the tiny illicit thrill from her small act of obedience and covered herself as best she could with both arms. Her obedience wasn't comfortable, but it was something necessary. After all, she'd promised to keep him safe and she couldn't do that if she were separated from him.

Again, daintily folding the sweater in a neat rectangle, Isolde knelt down before it and looked up expectantly at Scott. "Let me know when you're ready to record and I'll dogeza. Though it's still not clear what I'm apologizing for...", she couldn't help but add with a hint of icy, calm snark.

"Uh..."

At that moment, Scott was feeling annoyed at the grudging nature of her obedience; it was clear she was only responding to the context of the situation, indulging him to not shame him in front of the rest of the class. At the same time, there was the biggest erotic thrill of his life, seeing his mother strip and kneel at his command. Together, the emotions swirled into a maelstrom of confusion.

And curiosity. A need to push further.

He took out his pokephone, but rather than record, he kept it at his hip. "Not yet. First..." Deep breath. With feeling this time. "Don’t hide your chest from me! Take everything off! Get naked!"

That was... louder than he'd meant.

"Relax, Scott. Once you're used to it, you'll be able to command her without even saying a word." Sabrina called out from across the room, before going back to dealing with a minor situation, a pokegirl that had insisted on a makeout session instead of following the assignment.

"Scott!" Isolde sounded, and looked, scandalized even as her arms twisted around behind her back to feel for the hooks of the minimizer bra to undo it. "I'm your mother. You don't get to speak with me that way, young man!", she stated in a tone that brooked no argument. It was the kind of tone she's used when he was a very little boy and being particularly naughty. The kind of tone that meant he got put over her lap for a spanking and sent to his room with no supper (even if she did always stop by his room later with a slice of pineapple upside down and a motherly kiss on his forehead).

Still, the blue-haired beauty looked compelled to obey Scott's demand. Heat rushed to her cheeks as she uncovered her chest and bent forwards to pull down her panties, her heavy breasts swinging forward and stretching towards the floor in that position. All around them, the other trainers had heard Scott's demand and a number of them were also following his example as one by one the Pokegirls went braless (those that'd been wearing bra, anyway. Some hadn't - the dirty little sluts).

In the minimizer bra and hidden behind her sweater, Isolde's breasts easily qualified as sweater puppies. But now? F0ully exposed? Free, unhindered, and unbound?

Those mamas were big. No, that wasn't it. Big didn't do them justice. They weren't just big; they were gazongas. Honkerburgers. Smother Brothers. Big, old MILF jugs. Titties. The list went on and on along with Isolde's expanded cleavage.

"Scott, listen to me," Isolde urged, a hint of panic in her voice. "I need you to think very carefully about what you are doing. The Bond between a Pokegirl and her trainer is built upon mutual respect and trust. This is the exact opposite of that. Negativity and Stress will also cause a Pokegirl's Corruption to skyrocket even if she does obey you..."

Isolde trembled, her arms still behind her back, barely hanging onto her modesty. One more tiny push and she'd tumble down the precipe.

"But... Ah..." Immediately, Scott was blushing, equal parts from the reprimand and his heart overclocking itself seeing his mother's perfects tits on display for the first time since he was a baby. Guilt and shame and arousal were mixing together, and he took a step back. "Sorry, I just..."

"Now, now. Nothing to apologize for." He found himself backing right up into Sabrina, the teacher draping herself over his shoulder. "She might be putting on a brave front, but do you know what she's thinking on the inside?"

Scott's eyebrows raised. "Um... what is she thinking?"

Sabrina leaned in to stage whisper into his ear, projecting so that Isolde could clearly hear, "My son is even more of a stud than his father. He's got me so wet and ready now. I'm such a naughty girl for lusting over my own son like this, and if I'm going to get over this hangup, I need him to force me."

Sabrina locked eyes with Isolde for a brief, smug moment, then continued. "Just have fun with it. If any of the girls in my class are in distress, trust me. I'll be the first to step in."

I should have never let her out of that gym locker, the little bitch, the blue-haired beauty thought vindictively, fuming at how smug Sabrina looked. A clear, seething glare was given towards the Psychic Gym Leader. Even after all the years, there was no love lost between the two women.

Lies - is what Isolde wanted to say to Sabrina's poisonous honeyed words. But the words died in the back of her throat. Isolde wasn't sure she could deny them with any sincerity. After all, she was embarrassed. But she was also equally aroused at this very moment. And yes, it was true she was proud at seeing Scott try to assert himself. She just didn't think she should be the one he tried to do it with!

But since Isolde didn't feel clear about her own feelings at this very moment, it meant the need for caution. Sabrina Natsume was dangerous, a snake in the grass. The exact type she needed to protect her little man from. Though Scott's demands had disrupted her smooth, placid lake of self-possession, agitating the surface with rolling waves. Which meant that while Isolde had drawn in her defenses against psychic probes from Sabrina initially, the Psychic Professor could have easily slipped by and read her thoughts now that she was off balance and on the back foot. And Scott was making her task all the harder with his demands.

"Scott, remember what I said earlier?" Isolde tried to appeal to his rationality, trying to remind him that he should be wary of trusting Sabrina at face value. "You don't need to do this."

This being humiliate your own mother for no other reason than a casual whim. And seeing him hesitate, she took action by beginning to re-clip the minimizer bra and press down her breasts once more.

"Whenever you're ready, Scott. We can shoot this dogeza video and be done with this farce of a class.", Isolde added with a disdainful sniff.

Scott's eyes narrowed as she started to redress. Every single time he gave her an order, it seemed she would go through the motions and then try to pass it off as if nothing had happened. He was getting tired of it.

"Miss Sabrina, do--"

"Oooo... yes, that's an excellent idea." She gave his shoulder a squeeze. "I'm sure you can handle it too. Now if you'll excuse me, I see a ghost-type that's about to sink through the floor."

Feeling more confident now, Scott commanded his mother once more. "From now on, you're not allowed to wear that. I want to see your tits on display at all times."

“...ah?” Isolde let out a little squeak of surprise.

"And no more calling me by name. It's Sir or Master."

“M-m-muh-Master!?” Isolde repeated breathily.

Her meek voice made him wince. Not from shame, but from how painful it was starting to get keeping his cock in his pants. Looking around the classroom for a few seconds, he gathered up some more courage and unbuttoned and unzipped, sighing with relief as his nine inches felt the open air again.

"Now..." He took out his phone, started recording. "Squat. Legs spread. Paws up. Tongue out. Apologize for all the naughty things you've done, then repeat your new rules for me."

He couldn't help himself from stroking his cock as he stared at her on the screen on his phone. "And for everything you don't apologize for, you're getting punished."

Isolde mewed. There was no other word to describe it. Her minimizer bra nervelessly hit the floor in a rumpled pile as she also arched her back, presenting her tits to him for inspection. 'On display' meant on display with zero wriggle room.

They were even better than he'd imagined. He knew his mother's age so how she managed to be so absurdly big yet perky was unfathomable. Perhaps it was genetics? Or a side-effect of being a Pokegirl? Her nipples were a bright, almost bubblegum pink with fat nips that looked just like the pencil erasers he enjoyed chewing on while bored in class.

Meanwhile, Isolde's thighs clenched. There was a look of confidence and satisfaction on her Master's face that hadn't been there before. Somehow, he'd gone and grown up without her even knowing - evidenced by the thick, hard cock he now fished out. Isolde swallowed a mouthful of drool as she felt a clear blush stain her cheeks.

Adopting the pose her Master ordered, Isolde let her tongue hang out. She felt positively slutty and pathetic before him as she stared into the blinking light of the pokephone recording and immortalizing this moment. "I'm sorry, Sir, for constantly tempting you with my mature, womanly body. You're a young, virile man with pressing needs so please forgive me for all the hours I neglected your balls churning with pent-up cum instead of offering myself for your relief. I will do my absolutely best going forward to see to your satisfaction."

Scott’s eyes bulged in his head, and his stroking sped up.

"I'm also sorry for assuming I know what is best for you and for all the underhanded and controlling means I used to manipulate you in your decision-making. I am a Pokegirl and you are the trainer; I should do my absolute best to obey all your commands and accept my punishment with thanksgiving when I fail to do so."

"My new rules are to be I do not wear my minimizer bra from now on. I also assume this to be all bras I own unless specifically picked and chosen by Master to titillate and arouse him."

"My other rule is I am no longer allowed to reference to Master by his first name, but only address him as Sir or Master. This will help to remind myself of our new and proper relationship."

"Now, please punish me for the myriad of items I've overlooked, Sir."

"Fuck..." His hand started speeding up again, and for a hot moment, he almost jacked off right into her face. Reluctantly, slowly, he pulled his hand away, his cock throbbing in time with his heartbeat as he looked down at his mother.

"Punishment. Right. Well... there was..." Damn, it was so hard to think with those big, round tits staring him in the face. Was there anything to punish her for?

"Having these huge milkers and not using them to jack me off every day!" He said, grabbing a big, overflowing handful and squeezing down with all of his strength. The softness and springiness as his fingers sunk in sent him in a feverish state, heightened even further when he released her just to give a hard slap. "You can start making up for lost time now."

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir!" Isolde gasped even as she let him hungrily maul her breasts. Her skin felt pleasantly cool to the touch in contrast to the heat he was supplying. Quickly, she warmed into that pleasant, lukewarm and wet sensation.

"Thank you, Sir!" Isolde gasped as Master slapped her tits, leaving a red hand imprint on the side of the right one. "I'm pleased that my oversized funbags can bring you pleasure," she declared.

Directing and guiding his throbbing cock into the valley of her cleavage, Isolde swallowed up his shaft and began to move her arms up and down while also flexing her abdomen to titty fuck her Master.

"Going forward, I will daily provide Sir with an on-demand titty fuck to serve as his stress relief. Due to the excessive backlog my cock-teasing has formerly caused, my suggestion for Sir is I provide him no less than four titty fucks a day as part of my reparations to him for the month of lost time due to my arrogance and brattiness."

"Please continue recording this, Sir, for your assignment. Unless it is your intent to have me continue to do this and video me at a later date instead."

"Damn right you will!" Scott bellowed, losing himself in the moment.

Isolde kept her icy blue eyes fixed upward on Master's face, her mouth open and her tongue lewdly lolling out as she waited for him to stain her a sticky, off-white.

It was helped when Sabrina started to cloud his senses, blocking out the sound of her voice and that of the other students so the young man could focus on the business at hand.

Isolde, on the other hand, could clearly hear the teacher continuing her lecture.

"Take a good look, girls. This is what you should be aiming for. When the Master’s commands and the Pokegirl obeys, it'll create a feedback loop. The more they respond to each other, the tighter their Bond, the more inflamed their desires are. It's all about building a momentum. You can't let your Pokegirl control the pace. Well, most of the time."

"Now, it might have seemed like a dramatic turnaround. An Instant Loss as you kids like to say. But in big titty Izzy's case, they already have that mother and son Bond and absolutely zero tolerance built up towards each other. After a few days... weeks, months... they should calm down. Relatively speaking."

Isolde's placid lake of self-control was gone. In its place was a hissing, bubbling, and churning hot spring. Sabrina wasn't incorrect; the energy spilling from their Bond was an aftereffect of the explosive release of the escaping Corruption.

She knew she should feel shamed. After all, she was giving a titty fuck to her son in front of a gathered gawking audience. For someone like her that valued propriety along with time and place, there wasn't too much worse than being treated as and acting like a used cum sponge for a watching public.

But mainly Isolde felt proud. Of her Master finally being able to show the whole world exactly the kind of man he was. Of feeling right for the first time since she'd made the choice to become a Pokegirl for the sake of protecting her son. She pulsed with bluish-white psychic energy, a spreading ring escaping her to envelop the entire class. Whispering and inviting trainer and Pokegirl alike to get in line to join Master's harem and experience the blessing of his hot, sticky seed.

There was even a grudging invitation for arrogant psychics that dared call her 'big titty Izzy' thinking they'd be safe for any repercussions. Sabrina was far from that awkward, talented first year that the graduating seniors had picked on to try to cut down to size but still, Isolde fancied her chances if push came to shove and Master decided he wanted another Pokegirl for his harem.

"Well, aren't you naughty? But since he is rather backed up..." Sabrina didn't have any trouble deflecting the broad, indiscriminate wave of Psychic energy coming from the icy Pokegirl, but as she turned to look around at the other new students and their pets, there was a tantalizing collection of glazed eyes and open, panting mouths. “I suppose we can let you indulge this one time.”

"Fuck...!" Scott reached his limit at that moment, grabbing Isolde's head tightly, thumbs pushed against the sensitive interior of her fluffy ears, and he drove his cock all the way down her yielding throat. "Cumming... fuck, cumming so hard!"

Any attempt of skillfully wielding her psychic powers exited Isolde's mind along with all rational thought the moment Master touched her ears. Those new, tall fox ears were just as sensitive as her clit and Isolde's mindscape again went blank. Not due to her tight control but from sheer delight of discovering her mouth's real purpose - to be Master's personal dick sheath.

His thick, hot, gooey cum flooded her senses, overwhelming her as Isolde drowned in a new lake, one full of Master's hot semen as she simply existed only as his cock socket. There was barely even a trace of the self-possessed, cool, mature Pokegirl. Instead, big titty Izzy was there to make sure her Master's balls were totally drained as her head bobbed up and down in rhythm with his hips thrusts. She even came herself, slipping a hand down past her tan slacks, inside her dark pantyhose and find her slick and sopping pussy as she urgently pleasured herself as her fellow Pokegirls mimicked her actions to needily masturbate.

That triggered a sympathetic wave of arousal broadcast from Isolde to the students and pokegirls of the class, so that those who had been slowly walking to get a closer look now fell to their knees and began crawling. Scott kept his cock buried down her throat, cutting off her breathing for a long moment, panting with exhaustion... but by the time he finally started pulling out, he was getting hard again, and started to plunge back in, the start of a thorough skull fucking for his mother as the girls crawled closer.

It was only when they'd formed a half-circle around the pair, each five feet or fewer away, that Sabrina blanketed the students—but not the Pokegirls—from the effect.

"Remember, girls. It's against the rules for a Pokegirl to use her abilities on you. Without her Master's permission, at least."

There was a ripple of shock as they regained their senses, some faster than others.

"Damn, jelly."

"She made it feel so... fulfilling."

"I'd never let a man treat me like a whore the way she is."

"Miss Sabrina?" The brunette asked. "What about our Pokegirls? She’s controlling them against their will!"

The teacher grinned. "Two reasons. First, they're enjoying it. It's not nearly as effective as some more personal attention, but getting caught up in this mindset is a good experience for them. They’ll know just how it should feel when your own Bonds have strengthened to this point."

Sabrina knelt down next to Isolde, her hand going up to the top of her head between Scott's own hands, and she began to speed up the skull fucking, pushing her head into his crotch with an experienced touch. "And second, I think that everyone should remember Izzy's first time showing her true feelings to her Master."

Dimly, Isolde could hear the other Pokegirls moaning, also caught in the grips of her arousal and she could even feel Sabrina's guiding hand that taught her how to still yet a better, even perfect, little cock sucker for her Master. Dimly, Isolde knew she should resist Sabrina but Master's need override even that desire to try and stand up to the Psychic Gym Leader.

There was no resistance as Isolde took direction from both Master and Sabrina as she sank further and further down on his shaft until her nose could touch his pubes. To show everyone present her absolute devotion to Master. How sucking his cock was more crucial than even air to her existence.

She could feel Master's cock tremble again as he unloaded a second time into her waiting throat all the way down deep into her stomach as she accepted all of her Master's love to the gasps and jeers of the waiting female trainers caught both between lust, admiration, and disgust as Isolde also came at that same time.

"Nnnngh...!!!" Somehow, it was even more explosive the second time, his load pumping down her throat before he pulled off to splash the back half over her face and chest, gripping his cock as though it were a firehose. "Ha... hahh..."

Light-headed, Scott stumbled backwards, lost the strength in his legs, and ended up sitting on the floor as he gasped for breath.

Sabrina let the entranced pokegirls fully experience Isolde's feeling of accomplishment and joy... then applied some not-so-gentle pressure on her former bully's mind, cutting off the psychic broadcast and leaving Isolde paralyzed.

"Hhhnnnghhhhh...!" Isolde's focus came back in full blast as she could feel the tendrils of Sabrina's psychic energy sink their claws into her. She felt like a bug trapped under glass, pressed down by an oppressive thumb. Isolde could feel the satisfaction radiating from Sabrina. The other psychic had never gotten the chance to penetrate this far past her defenses...until today.

"Now, don't expect your relationships to hit quite this level just yet." Sabrina said as she smoothly rose up to her feet. "But look at it as a goal to aspire to. In the end, a Bond isn't about controlling your pokegirl. They can't exist without the mutual love between Trainer and Pokegirl. So the closer you get to your Pokegirls, the more you'll be like these two."

"But that’s enough for tonight. As homework, I want you to record your Pokegirls cumming on command." Sabrina said before giving Scott a quick sidehug and kiss on the cheek. “I’m especially looking forward to your performance, young Nakamura.”

"Y-you d-dare?", the blue-haired beauty snarled, looking intimidating despite the fresh white coat she'd been given still drying in her chin and buoyant breasts. She willed herself try and rise to face Sabrina, but she remained submissively kneeling on the floor as the other woman flirted with her son. Isolde couldn't even turn her head to glare.

It was an unsettling feeling to have someone else so deeply inserted into her conscious control. Especially Sabrina who had a clear axe she wanted to grind. Isolde's large, fluffy ears felt particularly exposed and vulnerable to anything the other psychic might want to do when molesting her.

So instead, she tried for a different appeal. "Master...", she cooed in her son's direction. He looked still to be regaining his senses as he came back to reality. "Sabrina here is violating my mindscape intimately. Don't you think she needs to ask for permission to touch what's yours?"

After using Isolde's body to his full satisfaction, Scott was left feeling completely empty. Purged of chaotic emotions, distracting hormonal urges, and worldly desires. Hearing Isolde... Izzy?... call him Master only made an idle thought of 'wow, so cute' bubble through his thoughts before evaporating away.

"Hm?" He looked around the room, saw how close all the girls were, the looks on their faces, and the heat didn't even rise to his cheeks under all that attention. "What happened?"

"Big Titty Izzy got a little carried away, making every girl in here feel the same pleasure of complete submission towards you that she was feeling." Sabrina said, rubbing Isolde's head between the ears. "I only stopped her after it had gone on long enough. Unless you think you're prepared to satisfy fifteen more girls?"

Scott blew air out between his cheeks as he stood up. "No. If they're anything like her, I'd be turned into a mummy." He shook his head. "Thanks for getting her under control."

Looking down on his mother, covered in his cooling jizz, he could feel a twitch from his cock. "Apologize to Miss Sabrina for disrupting the class, and to everyone else for intruding on their minds."

"Without permission," Sabrina amended. "The Psychic trainers already know this, but as long as you take responsibility, feel free to use her powers on any other girls that catch your eye."

"Ah... yeah. Without permission." Scott nodded.

"But Master...!", Isolde whined, both at his order and also at feeling Sabrina's hand on her head. She didn't quite touch Isolde's ears, but that was almost worse.

Still, there was no arguing against the newly established and strengthened Bond. "...you'll have to ease up a bit, you know," Isolde stated sulkily as Sabrina lightened her touch just a smidge. Still ever present and suffocating but Isolde could again move under her own power.

Trembling, she got down on her hands and knees. And then Isolde naked dogeza'd to them all as she full body blushed. She saw a number of the trainer fishing out their pokephones to record her. "I'm sorry for using my powers on you all without permission. I was overly excited and wanted to share my joy in serving my Master. Please forgive me."

The words tasted like ash in her mouth but the worse was next to come. Shuffling on her knees, Isolde faced her old rival and assumed the same position as her blush deepened by a few more degrees.

"I apologize, Miss Sabrina. I am a most willful and spoiled little girl and I thank you for having the wisdom to properly guide the class despite my obnoxious attempts at disrupting it." Isolde took a deep breath, planted her face to the floor, and forced the next words out. After all. She wanted to please her Master.

"I b-beg your f-fo-forgiveness on my most unworthy self and accept any further p-punishment you have in s-store for m-me. Please assist my Master in teaching me my proper place as a l-lo-lowly b-big t-ti-tittied P-Pokegirl."

Scott sucked breath in through his teeth. "Isn't that a little extreme?"

Sabrina laughed, a little girl's giggle mixed with a witch's cackle. "She's a Pokegirl, Scott. They don't do things in half-measures. Still, I never would have expected the girl who tormented me back when I was a student is such a..." Sabrina trailed off, sending out a quick pulse of Psychic energy to once more wipe her words out of student's minds so she didn't inadvertently date herself. "As I was saying, her behavior might be a little odd, but you'll need to indulge her if you want to bring out her full potential. Even if that does mean treating her like a... hehe... lowly big tittied Pokegirl."

"Hah." Scott smiled, looked down at Isolde, her face still against the cold marble floor.

"I'll do my best."

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Big thanks to my friend and co-author of this sidestory, Esclavage! If you'd like to read more of my work, all the relevant links are over here: https://linktr.ee/griztorc