Pokemon Master or Bust!

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“Have a nice day…” you mumble, your cheek resting against the pillow while your body lies limp in your bed.

The woman on top of you, having just finished fucking you senseless with a strap-on, rolls over and starts getting dressed. Before you’ve even finished catching your breath, she’s walking out the door with a spring in her step.

“Thanks for another fuck, Emilia!” she shouts as she departs. You vocalize something that vaguely resembles English in response.

Your fellow townspeople have been taking more and more liberties lately, having apparently reached the point that they’ll enter your home in order to have some fun with the unofficial “town whore”. Just how far have you fallen…?

You wipe the sweat from your forehead, and after looking at the clock, you remember that you have something very important to do today. Something that will change your life! Something that will all these degenerates in Rifure Town to acknowledge that you’re more than just some slut to use for their pleasure!

The way the townspeople treat you has been worsening for some time now. You can’t go anywhere without getting groped out in the open, or having your clothing mysteriously ruined in revealing ways. Even the women brazenly you! Sure, you’ve lived here your whole life, so you know most of the people here pretty well, but they shouldn’t be getting THAT friendly...

It all started with a dumb bet with your friend, Samantha, and you never back down from a challenge. You can’t even remember what the bet was, but you sure remember the forfeit. Sitting in the middle of a crowded restaurant, you had to flash your tits for 30 consecutive seconds. Embarrassing as it was, you thought it wouldn’t be such a big deal. Well, things slowly spiraled out of control after that. Many more wagers were made, some of them from total strangers, and unbelievably, you lost every single one… The forfeits grew more and more severe, and at some point, people started skipping the bets and just sort of did as they pleased, bringing you to your state of affairs today, where people just waltz into your home and help themselves.

Yet, a pokemon trainer came into town yesterday, and was treated like some sort of special guest! She was given free lodging, treated to your local delicacies, and had men and women alike waiting on her beck and call. And while she was grinding her cunt on your face as another free service the townspeople offered her, you had an idea. If you were a trainer, you could be treated like this too! Of course, you wouldn’t be content to half-ass it. You wouldn’t just wear the title like some sort of trophy and expect things to change. You would do even more. You would become a Pokemon Master, and earn the respect you deserve!

First, you’ll have to shower and get dressed. Oh, and lock your front door, to stop any more uninvited guests. Your shower is uneventful (thankfully) and you move on to getting dressed. You start by tossing on a bra big enough to contain your generous D cup breasts. At least, it was last time you checked, but now you can barely get it to hook in the back. Geez, did your boobs grow again? What a hassle… Moving on, you pull on a skimpy g-string, the “back” slipping completely between your ample asscheecks, leaving your ass bare. You don’t really like wearing such revealing underwear, but the more conservative pairs always seem to vanish without a trace, so this is what you’re stuck with.

Next, you throw a tank top on. It’s a bit loose, but it’s comfy so you like it, lechers be damned. Fortunately, people seem to leave this top alone. Looking at your skirt, it looks a bit shorter than you remember, but you’re probably imagining things. Once you pull it on, you’re fully dressed. Examining yourself in the mirror, everything seems to be in order. Your long, pitch black hair seems to have dried from your shower, and your soft, pale skin is free of any traces of your unexpected visit this morning. You stand proudly at just under 5 feet tall. What you lack in height, you make up for in determination. Now, your next step is to visit your local Pokemon Professor.