“This is nonsense! Olivia! This is
unfair!” Daria protested through tears as she recalled her tired Pokémon. No
matter how much training, how many battles with wild Pokémon and trainers
alike, the kahuna’s skill was still far above her own. In frustration, she
screamed into the sky, exciting a flock of bird Pokémon to flee the branches of
their home and escape the perceived threat.
“Now now, it’s alright. Most
people don’t beat me the first time. Go out and train some more and come back
when you’re ready to try it again!” Olivia politely smiled, mildly frustrated
by the temper tantrum of the girl she just beat. Truthfully, she did not even
know how this girl had made it all the way to her, as her first Pokémon felled
her entire team
“I’ll be back!” She screamed,
storming away from the battle site.
“Come back whenever!” Olivia
continued her cheerful façade as she watched the girl storm away down the path.
To her dismay, she was noticing more and more people react to losing with
violent tantrums with this way, a clear disappointment for the sportsmanship
loving kahuna. Looking up at the sky, a dark cloud hovered over the clear blue
sky, grumbling ominously before continuing its passage.
Neither girl would know really
what that cloud’s purpose was, as it treaded overhead, and Olivia would be completely
unaware of why the cloud emitted such a strange noise. Daria, however, would
quickly become all too familiar, as the universe corrected her insolence and
behavior in an instant. One moment she was trudging down the mountain path back
to civilization, the next moment, she was entombed in a hot, sweaty prison,
surrounded by a vast soft fleshy wall. All around her, a rhythmic thumping resonated
across her prison. A faint light creeped in, illuminating the dark skin around
her. A voice overhead confirmed her suspicion. She was trapped underneath
Olivia’s underboob.
Immediately, Daria began trying to
squirm in the rapidly heating titflesh as Olivia went about her day, completely
oblivious that the girl who had just insulted and disrespected by her was being
punished in her by her breasts. Unfortunately for her, the day was a real
scorcher, and the tight prison quickly became a tight and wet one, as sweat
rapidly accumulated in the nasty crevice.
---
Olivia, meanwhile, was completely
oblivious to the plight of that one trainer that called her such rude things. Instead,
her mind was taken to different places as she wandered around the entrance of
the Ruins of Life. The secluded enclave on the south side of Akala Island
granted her solace from the bustle of the other towns on the island. To her
relief, the day seemed to be waning, with the bright blue of the sky slowly
beginning to darken. Unfortunately, this did not translate to the heat, and she
fanned herself with her shirt, hoping to blast some well needed air over her
sweat-drenched body.
---
Daria meanwhile, did not receive
the welcome blast of air that might have soothed her hot body, not that she
deserved it. Olivia’s breasts kept a tight hold on her, restricting her
breathing and barring her from the cooling effect of a nice breeze. She was
trapped, and to her horror, Olivia seemed to be completely unaware of her, and
her pathetic squirms against the dark skin refused to register against reaction
from her captress.
Her
punishment only intensified as Olivia began to walk. Her captress seemed to
have forgone a bra in the heat, meaning that as she strolled across the uneven
terrain, her breasts jiggled and bounced with each step, slamming into her with
the massive weight of the dark, soft orbs. No matter how pillowy the breasts
would have been had she been at a normal size, the enormous weight pummeled the
tiny girl. The weight of a single boob was far more than the tiny girl could
ever hope to resist, and any thin resistance she could put up was quickly
punished with brutal force by the gigantic woman. Above, Olivia missed a step,
staggering for a bit and shaking her breasts. Instantly, a tremendous force smashed
into her body, breaking bones across her body. Daria screamed, though all that
came out was a faint wheeze as her chest burned. Her cracked ribs turned every
breath, already hampered by the weight of her tits, into an excruciatingly
painful endeavor. Olivia’s breasts continued bouncing, pounding down her body
further. As she opened her mouth to scream, the breast slammed down on her jaw,
breaking it open. As her jaw hung loosely from her face, boob sweat began to
drizzle down her throat, filling her with the filthy, salty liquid.
---
Olivia came to a stop on the
shore, admiring the lapis-blue seas of Alola. Although she was a rock
specialist and preferred the mountains and stones of the islands, there was
nevertheless something nice about admiring the seas. A flock of Wingulls soared
overhead, chirping cheerfully as they danced high above the gentle waves of the
peaceful island. Alola truly was a beautiful place.
Some time passed, and the sun
began to gently kiss the surface of the water, transforming the azure sky into
a brilliant orange. With a sigh, Olivia looked back at the mountain. It was
getting late and her Pokémon needed to be fed, not to mention herself. With the
boundless energy and excitement of the day still in her heart, she decided to
trade in a slow walk for an energetic jog back to her home.
---
In an instant, Olivia’s breast
began to violently bounce around her shirt, pummeling the tiny girl trapped
underneath. More and more bones began to crack and break, degrading the tiny
girl in a torrent of sweat. With a single particularly hard step, her body
burst open, ejecting guts from every orifice and tearing apart her chest. Step
by step, her breast quickly processed the unwelcome speck, mulching her guts
and bones into a reddish slurry that was quickly erased in a waterfall of sweat
that ran down her dark skin. By the time Olivia approached her home in the
mountains, the crushed remnants of the rude girl from earlier was now just an
unrecognizable pat of blackened, crusty grime, indistinguishable from the rest
of the filth clinging to the body of the kahuna her pathetic team could never
really hope to surmount.
Not only could her team not
withstand Olivia’s, but her very body was hopelessly pathetic against a single
breast, a single dark-skinned orb of the woman she was just yelling at and
disrespecting. Such a loss and subsequent disrespect was rightfully dealt with
by the universe, using the unaware body of the woman she was so rude to as a
vector for justice. However, Olivia would likely never be able to distinguish
the nasty splotch of grime from the rest of the dirt that clung to her from her
long days in the mountains and forests of the island.
Olivia made her way home quickly,
breathing heavily from the run. Clearly, she needed to devote some more time to
running. For now, however, she quickly prepared bowls of food for her Pokémon,
and began making food for herself. It had been a long day of overseeing her
challenge, and she was eager to eat something and relax for once.