The sounds of pokemon battle rings on outside my office, standing at the very end of my gym's intricate layout. It has been designed such that anyone who comes for me, or more specifically my badge proving domination over the fighting-type pokemon I've carefully trained day in and day out, will have to go through all of my protégés, all with their own gang of battle-ready pokemon. I can't help but get a little excited. Pacing around my room does a bit to temper the excitement welling up inside me. Will this newcomer earn themselves a fair shot at earning a spot among the gym's fighters? I pace a little bit more, feeling every moment, this could be the one! Or maybe they'll just be like the rest, clearly not cut out for pokemon battling despite whatever fancy accoutrements they bring along with hopes it'll carry their lackluster team. Maybe this time will be different. I squeeze my hands together, preparing myself to meet the challenge only mere moments away from showing itself...!
"A-Are you the, uhm, Gym Leader? Or... do I have to fight... more of...?" The smile on my face drains. Not to a smile, something more of surprise. It's an old friend, a hex maniac named Tammy. She seems to have let her question trail into nothing, realizing who exactly I am by the expression on my face. "Oh... it's you."
"Tammy, if you wanted to chat, you didn't have to fight my entire squad," I simply reply, looking down at her. Her face, nervousness, and general low-level panic at all times reveals who she is. But her body, well, she's changed in that department dramatically. She used to be as skinny as she was pale— and she's as pale as always, like she had the color sucked out of her blood... but I'd hardly call her thin anymore. No, instead she's managed to become tantalizingly plump. And though, as a Gym Leader of the fighting-type, I was an embodiment of muscular force to represent my type, I found myself looking at her blatantly piggish, meaty body that her same old dress struggled to hide — I couldn't deny I felt a twitch in my nethers.
"I want more than to t-talk, though! I... I want your badge, so... b-bring out your p-pokemon!"
Another surprise with that one. Never thought I'd see the day. I was tempted to take her up on it, facing her little dark ensemble of psychic, ghostly, and otherwise moody pokemon, but her little meaty quivering body made me consider a different course of action...
Withholding my pokemon, I walked up to the plump woman and slowly began to walk behind her as I spoke. "Oh, but Tammy... look at you. Are you really ready to battle me after all these years?" She did not turn to face me, instead looking with her wimpery, crazed eyes down at her black dress.
"W-What does that have—eep!" She let out a little squeal like the pig she was when I reached around and got a generous handful of the slutty belly that her dress so cleanly presented, its meatiness so perfect. I already felt myself beginning to lose a little control, my erection getting impossibly hard, and I knew I didn't want to let this cute, confused slut go.
"A body like this, and you want to go around becoming the best pokemon trainer, huh?... When already, you're perfectly built for..." My eyes took in her bulging breasts that further strained her poor dress with their irresponsible size. She looked back at me, her face already sweaty and red, clearly feeling a sense of embarrassment and something different. She was waiting for me to finish what I was saying, like a good degraded fat animal. "...sloppy... sweaty... sex." I growled my last word into her ear, making her almost whimper for me again, and then spun her around to face front, keeping her near with a degenerate groping of her plentiful ass-cheeks, squeezing and toying with them. Her lips were moving slightly, trying so hard to say something, but I silenced her with a rough kiss.