To the Cerulean Gym, of course!

(This is a smut chapter.)

You’re awake! It’s time! Brush teeth, get dressed, pick up Diglett, it’s time it’s time it’s time! Okay, maybe you should calm down. You stand outside the Cerulean Gym, a big multi-story complex known for holding weekly events on top of being a Pokemon Gym. Multiple renovations have left it much larger than it was when you were a kid. You’ve dressed yourself in the most decent clothes you brought, a plain t-shirt and a pair of baggy shorts that, miraculously, go all the way down to your knees. You even have underwear that fits you! You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Cool and confident, same as always. That’s how you’ll enter the gym.

You step inside and find many boys and girls swimming in the gym’s pool or lounging around it. You kind of thought you’d see an important-looking person standing in the center, or on the opposite end, or maybe right at the door. Something to indicate who the Gym Leader was. You stand at the door, scanning the large room for your target, until a boy notices you and walks over. “Yo what’s up, you here to swim?”

Huh. He seems friendly enough. “Not exactly,” you reply. “I’m here to battle the Cerulean Gym Leader.”

“Ah, bad luck,” he says. “She’s not here today, some kinda meeting at the City Hall. She’ll be back tomorrow. Since you’re here, though, why don’t you go for a swim? Pool’s huge, there’s plenty of room.” You’re about to decline when an older boy and a girl run over to join the conversation.

“Yeah yeah, you should join in!”

“Do it, it’ll be tons of fun!”

Urgh, peer pressure… It’s okay. You don’t even have to say no, you have an excuse. “I-I don’t have a swimsuit so I really can’t-”

The girl cuts you off, “Oh don’t worry, we can lend you one! Here, follow me!” You’re dragged off to the changing room without any further chance to object. Guess this is happening now. It’ll be fine though… right?

This isn’t fine. These flimsy pieces of purple fabric do not meet your requirements for a swimsuit. The top is two tiny triangles that barely manage to cover your nipples, while the bottom is a v-shaped thong with a waist so high it provides almost no coverage for your ass at all! This is absurd.

All eyes in the gym are on you as you step out of the changing room, so you quickly jump into the water to avoid further embarrassment. The girl who “helped” you change slides into the water next to you. “Hey, race you to the other side!”

You shake your head. “I’m not racing anyone in this thing.”

“Aww, are you scared? I bet you can’t swim at all with those big melons weighing you down. Or do they keep you afloat?”

Many of the bystanders join her in laughing at you. You won’t stand for this! “I can swim just fine, and I’ll prove it!” you shout. The two of you get in position, and when someone outside the pool gives the signal, you’re off.

The girl breaks into a magnificent breaststroke, clearly demonstrating that she has some experience, but you know she can’t keep that pace up forever. Slow and steady wins the race, so you bust out your valiant doggypaddle. Some have criticized your swimming methods as unorthodox, but doggypaddling hasn’t failed you before and it won’t this time either. As you continue on, the gap between you and your opponent widens.

Phew… Swimming is way more tiring than you remember. How’s that one story about the tortoise and the hare go? One of them had to take a break midway through, right? Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. You spot a ladder coming up, so you swim over to it and climb up to catch your breath. It isn’t until you hear laughter and see camera flashes that you realize something is wrong.

Looking down, your top is completely missing, leaving your tits on full display as it floats in the water, and what little fabric was protecting your pussy’s modesty has bunched up and slipped between your labia, leaving you practically naked as you breathe heavily.

Exposure Gained: +100 (The Cerulean Gym has a website, and those pictures will be great for attracting visitors.)

Time seems to slow down as you realize your predicament. How could you let this happen!? **** to fix the situation, you dive back into the water to retrieve your top. You thought it was right in front of you, but you look around frantically as the article is suddenly nowhere to be found. You dive underwater and look around, still having no luck, and soon your lack of breath forces you to surface.

Above water, you’re greeted once again by camera flashes despite most of your body being hidden below water. That’s when you realize it. Your bikini top. It’s on your head. As you grumble and secure the fabric around your perky boobs, your opponent declares, “Done!” Ugh, looks like you lost all because of your damn swimsuit…

One of the boys outside of the pool raises his voice like an announcer. “The winner is Nami! There was really no contest, either. Looks like the challenger was completely out of shape, despite her awesome body that she was generous enough to show us all. For such a poor performance, I think a penalty’s in order.” The rest of the gym cheers, save you, who just snarls at him. Fuck this guy. It’s just been a while since you went swimming, that’s all. You’re perfectly healthy. He’s holding something weird in his hand though… What is that?

Before you can find out, an intense vibrating sensation hits all your most sensitive areas at once. You cry out, caught completely off-guard by the ambush of pleasure as you splash about, barely able to keep yourself above water. You don’t understand how this could happen! If there were vibrators in the suit, certainly you would have felt them, right? As if on cue, the boy launches into some explanation about how the fabric in the suit itself is vibrating, which seems to be accurate considering that you can feel the buzzing even in the crevice between your asscheeks. He also thanks you for being the first girl dumb enough to put on their vibrating bikini, and you open your mouth to curse him out but the only noises you make are moans. “If it’s too much to handle, you can always take it off!” he offers. No way. Not an option. You can handle this, and it’s way better than giving them another photoshoot. Though it is getting a little bit hard to think...

Amidst your lewd dilemma, a boy swims over to you from the other side of the pool. “Hey babe, I noticed you had some trouble with swimming back there. Doggypaddling is for kids after all.” How rude! He continues, “I could teach you how to breaststroke if you want.” Something in the back of your head is telling you this isn’t a great idea, but more than that, you know that you’re in trouble right now and he’s offering to help you. You should accept, right?

“Y-yeah. *ah* Okay,” you mumble. He grabs your hand and takes you to the edge of the pool. It’s good that he’s helping you, but you still have to kick your legs to keep up, which is only making the vibrating worse. You don’t know how much longer you can keep this up…

Once there, the boy starts a lecture about the importance of stretching, technique, and a bunch of other swimmer stuff that would probably go over your head even if you weren’t on the verge of cumming. But with your mind as clouded as it is, he might as well be speaking a different language. You just smile and nod, doing your best not to moan like a whore in the middle of his serious explanation. He then swims behind you, probably to demonstrate a technique or something. “It’s called a breaststroke, so your breasts have to be nice and loose to start off.” Wait, that line sounded important. Maybe you should stop hi-

Before you can react, he grabs your tits roughly from behind, and every square inch of your hardened nipples gets pressed against the oppressive fabric, tipping you over the edge and into an embarrassing orgasm. “Fwaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!” you cry out, clenching your eyes shut and throwing your head back.

“Yup, your breasts were way too tense, no wonder you lost. I better keep massaging them, you’ll never be able to pull off a breaststroke like this.” Sure enough, his groping continues, and as the vibrations ruthlessly prolong your orgasm, your legs slowly stop keeping you afloat. The boy forcefully pulls you closer to him, not letting go of your chest for a second as he shifts to support your weight. As you whimper under his ministrations, you try to somehow put an end to the situation, but all your brain can manage is to lightly slap your hands into the water. This effectively gives him free reign over your body as you helplessly flap your arms like a bird trying to take flight.

Eventually he releases you, and you sigh in relief. Though you can’t be too relieved, as your skimpy bikini continues to torment you. In fact, it feels as though it’s gotten even more intense, but that might just be your body growing sensitive under the constant ****. “Alright, now watch me and follow along.” You rattle your head and try to gather your bearings. Right, you’re being taught how to swim. The adult way, because doggypaddling isn’t for adults.

You watch as the boy swings his arms and seems to effortlessly glide through the water, scooping the water behind him as he goes. Reaching the other side, he motions that it’s your turn. Oh, is that it? Easy. You can do that no problem. You reach forward with one arm, scoop it through the water, and begin to sink. Panicking, you start kicking your legs rapidly, which has the unfortunate effect of sending pleasure coursing through your body. You keep trying to move your limbs in different ways but you just keep starting to sink, recovering, and moaning as your body grows more and more overwhelmed by the vibrations. At some point, you just give up and start doggypaddling, your trainer looking disappointed. But not even that saves you from your torturously buzzing swimsuit, and before you can reach the other side, your body caves in beneath another orgasm. “Cumm-blghblgh,” you utter, not even able to finish your admission before going limp and sinking beneath the surface. Swimming is hard…

You’re dragged out of the pool and left lying on your back. As your vision clears, you see your impromptu instructor crouching next to you. “You saved me,” you say groggily.

“I don’t know if it was really saving,” he replies. “You were in the shallow end. You could have just stood up.” Oh. Of course. You knew that all along. Ahaha.

As if on cue with your embarrassment, your suit starts vibrating so hard that your ass is shaking. You try to fight it, to withstand the barrage against each of your weak spots, but you have absolutely no resistance left. Even with your bottoms as wet as they are, you’re sure that your pussy is gushing, and as you lay there cumming, you eventually black out.

You awaken in the lobby of the Pokemon Center, lying nude on a stretcher with Nurse Joy standing over you. “See? I told you it would happen. Trainers like you always end up in here. But it usually takes longer than a day. Guess all that talk was for nothing~!” Any witty rebuttal you could come up with is lost as you fade back into sleep.