Summoned To Professor Oak's Lab

You wake up the next morning to the usual sound of bird pokemon flying past your bedroom window, and slowly climb out of bed, incredibly glad that the morning sickness phase of your pregnancy is largely a thing of the past. You pick out some clothes for the day, deciding on a white t-shirt and a loose denim skirt. Your swollen breasts and baby bump put a strain on the t-shirt's fit, and it exposes a fair amount of your pregnant midriff, but you figure your job doesn't exactly demand modesty, so you're not bothering buying bigger clothes until you decide to take a break for 'maternity leave'.

You head into the bathroom and take a shower, before drying yourself off and pulling the clothes on. You then make your way downstairs, and go to greet your mom, but and find a note from her on the kitchen table informing you that she's gone to Viridian City to do some shopping. She could have invited me, you frown, getting some cereal out of the cupboard before heading over to the fridge for milk.

When you've finished breakfast, you turn on your phone to find you've got an email on the account you use for 'business arrangements'. You open the message, expecting it to be from one of your regular clients, but are surprised to find it's instead from Professor Oak. The perverted old man paying to fuck you was nothing new, of course, but once your bump had started showing his requests had pretty much entirely ceased. Whether paying for a pregnant prostitute bothered him on a moral level or if he just didn't find your body as attractive anymore you didn't know, and didn't much care; lost money was lost money. Maybe now he's got over whatever his problem was... you think to yourself. Oak being so pathetic and horny that he'd push aside whatever reservations he had about having sex with you seemed pretty in character from what you little you know about him as a person.

You begin to read the contents of the email, but there's not much to it. All it says is 'Amber, please come to the lab at your earliest convenience. - Professor Oak.' Nothing about payment, or what he had in mind for you, or anything. Huh... you smile to yourself. Guess he's really fucking ****...

You figure you've got nothing else to do right now, and getting Oak off is easy money, so you grab your keys, put on some shoes, and head out of the door, locking it behind you. You walk to the lab, unable to help being reminded of the day you started your incredibly short-lived pokemon journey all those months ago. Feels more like years... you think to yourself wistfully. What a naïve kid I was back then. All that shit about changing the world... so fucking cringe...

You arrive at the lab's door, and ring the bell. Oak comes to the door in his usual lab coat, looking pleased that you're here. "Ah, Amber," he says, not even your pregnant belly enough to distract him from looking straight at your tits as he speaks to you. "Glad you could make it. Come in." He opens the door and moves aside to allow you to enter the main room of the lab.

He shuts the door behind you and you turn to face him. "So, what do you want from me, Professor?" you ask, not wanting to waste time with pleasantries as you've never liked conversing with the man. "My normal rates still apply, but I'm sure money isn't a problem for you."

"Uh, actually, it's... not me who wants to see you," he says, and he gestures towards the door to one of the research facility's other rooms,.

The door swings open and a chill runs down your spine as you hear the familiar voice from behind it. "Long time no see, slut..."

Blue steps into the room. He's wearing a navy blue t-shirt, black jeans, and his usual smug expression, but there's a noticeable addition to his attire. A huge golden belt is strapped around his waist, looking like a boxing or wrestling championship. Your throat goes dry as you realise what this means.

Blue Oak is the Pokemon League Champion.