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It took more than a little effort and willpower for Isaac to finish getting dressed that morning, but eventually the Umbreon did manage to stuff his sore balls and raging hard-on into his pants and head out the door. The bus ride to work provided a brief opportunity for the male to cool down and recover, but his heavy cock twitched at the sight of every female who walked past his seat, and every little bump of the bus sent a fresh jolt of nutpain through his abdomen. When the bus hit one particularly nasty pothole, he couldn't help but let out a short soprano squeak, his eyes watering. The Persian seated next to him gave him an odd look.

Thankfully, the ride to work was a short one...walkable, even, if your balls weren't swollen to the size of avocados. Isaac had worked at the local Pokémart for almost two years now, and while it wasn't the most glamorous thing in the world, it did pay the bills. He'd been promoted twice already, to assistant manager. A part of him bristled at that title -- it just sounded so lame -- but his attempts to find another job had so far been fruitless.

Now that the Underground League had arrived in Jubilife City, though, maybe the Umbreon would finally have a chance to make a name for himself. Thousands of people would be watching his battle tonight -- tens of thousands, if he was lucky. If he managed to pull off a win, he'd have a lot to be proud of.

All that training is worth it, he reminded himself, wincing as he stepped off the bus.

The Pokémart was only half a block from the bus stop, and good thing too, as that was about as far as Isaac could manage right after one of Amber's training sessions. He tried to hide his bow-legged walk, but his well-worked testicles throbbed with each step. He knew from experience that the worst of the ache would disappear within an hour or so, but Arceus, that Lucario sure did know how to leave an impression.

When Isaac finally reached the front door of the mart, he unlocked it and stepped inside. The store was still dark and quiet, as though the building itself had decided to sleep in. He flipped a switch and suddenly the rows of shelves were illuminated by harsh, fluorescent light. A freezer full of frozen foods hummed restlessly.

He glanced up at the big red clock that hung over the entrance to the bathroom. It was still 15 minutes to opening. That was nice. Even if Charlie actually showed up on time for once (which was a big if), that still gave him a few minutes to be alone and settle himself before facing the rest of the day. Today especially, he was going to need some peace of mind to survive a full day with Charlie.

Isaac's Pokémart wasn't exactly in a high-traffic location -- the most customers he had ever seen at once was five -- so the store usually ran with a skeleton crew. Since late May or so, that skeleton crew had typically been just him and Charlie. On a random Thursday like today, it wasn't unusual to go hours without a single customer. That meant Isaac and Charlie had spent a lot of time getting to know each other over the summer.

Charlise -- "Charlie" for short -- was a Charmeleon, on summer break from her studies at Sinnoh U. She was a bubbly, energetic girl, with an easy laugh and a playful wit. Isaac had been skeptical at first about babysitting a random college student for the summer, but Charlie had proven herself to be surprisingly capable: sharp, independent, well-organized. She was chronically late to everything, so he couldn't really trust her to open the shop, and occasionally she could be a bit absent-minded, but otherwise her work ethic was strong. After just a few weeks, she had learned how to handle pretty much every task around the store. Isaac had come to enjoy working with her quite a bit.

Yes, there was only one thing that made working with Charlie difficult. That one thing was the Charmeleon's complete inability to adhere to any sort of dress code.

Isaac could sort of understand where she was coming from -- after all, he had been a college student just a few years earlier. In college, people wore whatever they wanted: flip-flops in the winter, sweatpants every day, you name it. And Sinnoh summers were hot, so it made sense that she'd end up showing some skin. But Charlie...well, Charlie didn't wear much. Bare legs, bare midriff, bare shoulders, bare everything. Most of her outfits covered less than the average bathing suit. On any given day, she could have posed for a pin-up poster and fit the role perfectly.

In fairness, the Charmeleon had a figure that was very hard to hide: a classic hourglass shape, with perhaps a little more oomph in the rear. She had strong legs, wide hips, and breasts that were a constant distraction. Still, she didn't quite seem to understand the effect that her body could have on other people. The one time Isaac had insisted she wear something that reached below mid-thigh, she had arrived in yoga pants, and then spent half the day on her paws and knees cleaning the floor. That was before the male's Underground League training had begun, and the poor Umbreon had been so flustered by her perfect peach of an ass that he'd wound up jerking off in the bathroom -- twice.

Of course, it had only gotten worse from there. As the summer continued and the weather got warmer, his curvy co-worker kept shedding clothes. Over this past month, with Amber's training in full effect, it had grown almost unbearable. His bruised balls were boiling over with unspent spunk, and as a result, Isaac had spent entire days in a hormonal haze, his stiff cock straining against his shorts.

This day would be no exception. The front door swung open with a friendly chime, and in strode Charlie: a bounce in her step, her thick tail swaying behind her. Today the Charmeleon was wearing a pair of neon yellow, skin-tight short shorts that exposed every inch of her long orange legs, and an equally loud pair of flip-flops in neon pink. A black "Squirtle Squad" tube-top struggled to contain her rack, exposing a truly generous amount of cleavage and leaving her shoulders and most of her stomach bare. And judging from the two small bumps poking through her shirt, it was clear that she had chosen not to wear a bra today, either.

It was probably the most revealing thing she'd worn all summer.

"Hey boss!" she called out cheerfully, her eyes lighting up as she spotted him tidying up behind the counter. "How are ya?"

For a moment, the Umbreon could only stare. "...Seriously?" he asked finally. His eyes scanned her body from headspike to toeclaws, and his long-denied dick pulsed with appreciation.

She looked down at herself with a mild blush. "I know, I know, sorry! I was doing laundry last night but I ran out of quarters -- this is all I had left in my dresser." She bit her lip. "It is okay though, right?"

In truth, Charlie had probably failed to satisfy the Officlal Pokémart Dress Code on every single day since her employment. That said, the odds of Isaac actually demanding that she put on more clothing was, likewise, approximately 0%.

"...Yeah, it's okay," he conceded. His gaze had eventually settled on the female's chest, which jiggled gently with the fire-type's every step. Her tube-top was clearly left over from high school, or from some other time before she had finished developing, as it was barely large enough to contain her chest. Bare orange skin peeked out from the bottom of her shirt: the undersides of her breasts, left out to breathe in the August heat. Isaac's member twitched again, trapped in its own cloth prison.

Charlie giggled, seemingly oblivious to the Umbreon's arousal. "Phew. Thanks." She hopped up onto the counter, her butt coming down on the laminated wood with a healthy whump. "So what are we working on today?"

"Well, uh..." The male swallowed, forcing himself to regain his composure. "We've got a bunch of inventory and restocking to do."

"Works for me." She grinned a toothy grin. "Where do you wanna start?"

--

Eight hours later, it was looking like Isaac might just survive the workday. Amber had left his balls in a sorry state this morning, but eventually the deep, throbbing agony in his gonads had evened out into a gentler, steadier ache, just as he'd known it would. And yes, his dick had been hard as a rock all day, but that was no surprise -- at this point, he'd been hard as a rock all WEEK.

Despite her risqué choice of outfit, Charlie hadn't been too too much of a distraction. The store had been a bit busy, and so there had been fewer opportunities than usual for the male to get lost staring at his co-worker. He made an effort to assign her tasks that she could do on her own, without his direct supervision, so that he could give himself the occasional moment to cool down and re-focus.

That said, Isaac's hormones were still revved into overdrive, and the curvy Charmeleon always seemed to be just moments away from a wardrobe malfunction. Before lunch, she'd started doing inventory on all the bottom shelves, down on all fours with her ass up in the air behind her. Only a thin strip of neon yellow managed to keep her modest -- and honestly, the majority of her bare butt was showing anyway. Isaac couldn't help but watch, and then spent his entire lunch break imagining what it would be like to bend her over the counter, his hips slamming into hers. Eventually he forced himself to clear his mind...only to stumble across the female again a few minutes later, this time sucking on a bright red popsicle that was slowly dripping into her cleavage. He'd then spent another hour daydreaming about her muzzle wrapped around his aching cock, fighting the urge to run to the bathroom and spray his seed across the ceiling.

Okay, so maybe he'd actually been pretty distracted after all. But at least he hadn't left a wet spot on his shorts or anything, right?

...The Umbreon glanced down at himself to double-check.

Yeah, he was fine.

As their final customer of the day headed out the door (an Exeggutor who purchased a box of Froslass Flakes), Isaac flipped the sign in the Pokémart window from "OPEN" to "CLOSED", and breathed a huge sigh of relief. He'd almost made it. The match was just a few hours away, and then all the madness of the past month would finally pay off. There was still plenty to be nervous about on the battlefield itself, of course, but after all he'd been through, just making it to the match was a hell of an accomplishment.

Charlie was at the cash register, busily smacking on some bubble gum and double-checking the day's totals as the two 'mon started to close up shop. She looked up with a smile as Isaac approached. "Hey man, you up to anything tonight? Me and some friends are gonna check out this new trivia night downtown -- you and Amber would be welcome to join."

The Umbreon smiled back, leaning against the counter. "Aw, that sounds nice, but I've actually got plans already. There's, uh..."

He hesitated for a moment. What was he supposed to say here, exactly? The Underground League was a pretty taboo subject for a work conversation. He could just make up some other excuse, but--

"...I've got a battle tonight," he finished. That was no big deal, right? 'Mon had recreational battles all the time; it wasn't that odd.

"Oh -- well that's pretty cool! I haven't battled since, like, middle school gym class. There was this one--" The Charmeleon paused mid-sentence, as though interrupted by her own thoughts. She frowned for a moment, chewing her gum slowly...and then her eyes widened. "Wait. Waaaaaaait a minute. Are you...?"

Suddenly, Isaac felt like a Deerling in the headlights. "...What?"

"...Are you joining the Underground League?!" When the Umbreon didn't immediately reply, Charlie leaned across the counter eagerly, suddenly bubbling over with curiosity. "Holy shit, you ARE, aren't you?!"

"I--...I don't--," Isaac stuttered. "How did you--?"

"Wow, this makes so much sense now!" The fire-type was gushing with enthusiasm. "Amber told me she was a fan once, and they just expanded to Sinnoh, and I was wondering why you've been working out so much lately..." She beamed at him. "That's awesome, congratulations!!!"

"I--..." The Umbreon was still flummoxed. "...Thanks?"

Charlie still had lots to say. "Arceus, this is SO crazy. You know, my roommate just joined too! Maybe you're..." She stopped, tilting her head to one side. "Hm, no, her first battle isn't until tomorrow, so I guess you wouldn't be opponents yet. But I should introduce you two! I bet you'd hit it off."

"Uh, y-yeah, that would be...great?" replied Isaac uncertainly.

"Wow. And you're battling tonight?!" Suddenly her voice dropped to an energetic whisper, and she leaned in even closer. "Holy shit, dude. Are you freaking out?"

The Umbreon laughed nervously, resisting the urge to look down into his co-worker's cleavage. "Well, um...yeah. How could I not be, right?" He fidgeted. "But um, I dunno, I'm excited too. I think I've got a real shot at winning."

"Fuck yeah, of course you do!" Her eyes twinkled. "And they'll be streaming your match online, right?"

"Yeah, they should be." He paused, suddenly realizing her intent. "Oh no, no no, you shouldn't--"

Charlie scoffed. "Are you kidding? How often do you get to see your boss naked? I OBVIOUSLY have to watch now. Hell, I should invite all my friends! Or...actually." The fire-type glanced down at Isaac's groin -- only for a split second, but the Umbreon definitely saw it. "Hm. Maybe it'd be more fun to watch alone...?"

Isaac was struck with a vivid mental image: the Charmeleon alone in her dorm room, her laptop propped open, her neon shorts on the floor, her paw buried between her thick orange thighs. His dick throbbed.

"Okay, wait, we should keep closing up the shop but I have SO many questions." The female stepped away, a renewed bounce in her step as she continued cleaning up behind the counter. "Like, how have you been training? I know you've been going to the gym a lot, but have you been, like...training training?" She squatted down to retrieve a discarded lottery ticket that some customer had dropped on the floor.

How was he supposed to respond to that? "Um...yes?" He blushed, his eyes glued to her rear end while she was turned away. "Amber's been, uh, helping at home."

"Ooooh," she giggled, straightening. "Lucky you. And lucky her, too!" Charlie chewed her gum some more, dropping the ticket into a small metal trash bin. "Y'know, Violet was telling me about the training that some of the league champs do -- did you know the Clawjob Queen has a whole team of guys that she practices with? Like, she'll jack off six guys at once just because she can. Have you ever seen her tapes? She can get a guy off in, like, 15 seconds."

As a matter of fact, Isaac had a very vivid memory of Amber jerking him off while watching one of those tapes, trying to beat the Clawjob Queen's time. "Y-yeah, I have seen--"

"Ooh, or Blaze?" the female continued, barreling onwards. "I heard her personal trainer is a Ditto -- you know, so she can practice sparring against any species that she wants to." She nodded sagely. "And that lets her practice her ball-popping, too! You know, since Dittos can always just shapeshift new ones. Hard to find a sparring partner that lets you practice ball-popping, right?"

"That's...smart," he answered hesitantly, feeling rather queasy at the thought. That poor, poor Ditto. Then again, he probably made quite a salary if he could keep up with Blaze's famous Blaze Kicks.

"Lol, yeah -- pretty funny, too." She grinned a toothy grin. "It reminds me of that thing we used to do as teenagers -- blowing Ditto nuts."

That was not a phrase that Isaac had been expecting. The Umbreon blinked in confusion. "Uh...excuse me?"

"You know, Ditto nuts! We'd blow them out of bubble gum?" When Isaac showed no signs of understanding, she rolled her eyes. "Seriously? Arceus, you're so old. Here, I'll show you--"

The buxom fire-type planted one paw on her hip, chewing her gum for another moment. Then she pursed her lips and began to blow. From the end of her muzzle, a thin film of bubblegum began to stretch and grow, filling with air, expanding into a bubble until it reached the size of a large Apicot berry. Charlie gestured at the pink ball expectantly, waiting for the male to connect the dots.

It took a moment, but eventually recognition dawned on Isaac. "Ah. Okay." He could see how the taut bubble might resemble a big pink Ditto's gonad...though it was perhaps a bit more spherical than an actual testicle would be.

Her point made, Charlie waggled her eyebrows at Isaac, then raised her paw, casually jabbing one claw into the side of the pink orb--

POP!

Isaac jumped as the "Ditto nut" disappeared in a messy explosion of pink, the remnants of the bubble splattered across the Charmeleon's muzzle. His own balls suddenly ached in sympathy.

Charlie grinned and wiped the back of her paw across her face, scraping off the sticky mess of gum. "Ta-da! A Ditto nut. We used to blow them all the time in high school -- it was a great way to tease the boys. Though, like, I hope a Ditto's balls don't pop THAT easily." She stopped for a moment, biting her lip in thought. "Yeah. Otherwise, there's a guy from high school that I owe a pretty big apology."

Once again, Isaac wasn't quite sure how to respond, so instead he just stared at the Charmeleon. His gaze drifted from one curve to the next: her breasts, her stomach, her hips, her thighs. When he realized the fire-type was looking back at him, he shook his head and quickly looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment.

The female smirked, but said nothing. After all, the tent in his shorts had been pretty obvious all day.

"...Do you know who your opponent is yet?" she asked, grabbing a broom from the corner to continue cleaning up.

The Umbreon shook his head, searching for some task to busy himself. He ended up idly straightening some boxes in the next aisle over. "Nope. Rookies get matched up sort of randomly -- they don't start scheduling specific opponents for you until you've fought a few matches first."

"Ah, that sucks." She peered at him through a half-empty section of cereal boxes. "Do you have, like...a strategy, I guess?"

"Well, yeah, I mean...I guess I'm planning to play it defensive?" The male glanced down at his own crotch, thinking about the thousands of practice kicks in the groin that he'd persevered through over the past month. Hopefully all that experience would give him the ability to soak up a few hits while he probed his opponent for an opening. "You know -- I'll wait for the other 'mon to make a mistake, and then I'll take advantage."

"Pfft." Charlie snorted in disapproval. "Well THAT's boring."

"Yeah, well what would you do?" he countered, slightly indignant.

"Me?" The fire-type scrunched up her muzzle in thought. "Huh. Well, I'd probably just grab the guy by the dick and start sucking, honestly."

The Umbreon's length gave a forceful twitch. "R-really?"

"Well yeah! No need to be mean unless he deserves it." She curled one paw around the shaft of her broom like it was an imaginary shaft, giving it a few quick pumps. Her other paw settled just below, claws closing around an imaginary sack. "And blowjobs are perfect for the Underground League! If he's good, you swallow. If he's bad, then you can just start squeezing."

Isaac's member felt like a bar of iron. He took a long breath, trying to still his nerves even as his dick throbbed harder with each word. "You don't think the guy would...I dunno, take advantage of that?"

"I mean, maybe? I give pretty good blowjobs, though." She stuck out her tongue. "And depends how he wants to take advantage. If some hung, fit 'mon wants to fuck me silly, that doesn't sound SO bad."

Okay, now Isaac had a wet spot on his shorts. Unfortunate timing, too, since he and Charlie were about to meet up on the other end of the aisle. He bit back a moan, and did his best to cover up with his shirt. "Mmph. I hadn't, um...I hadn't thought of it that way."

Charlie nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure there's a lot more to worry about as a guy. Takes a lot of balls." She stopped short, laughing at her own accidental turn of phrase. "Lol, was that a pun? I'm not sure if that was a pun."

The Umbreon chuckled nervously. "Yeah, uh, I'm not totally sure either."

"Ha, that's funny." As the two 'mon reached the end of the aisle, the Charmeleon leaned on her broom, her body language softening a bit. "Also, uh, dude -- I'm sure you have a lot of preparation and stuff to do before your match, right? I can totally finish closing up without you if you want."

Despite his nervousness, Isaac smiled. That was sweet. "Oh no, I couldn't--"

"Oh come on, I can handle it! I know all the steps, I have my own keys..." She shook her hips to demonstrate, the ring of keys clipped to her belt jangling loudly. "I got this."

The sway of her hips was quite persuasive. "Um..." He looked up at the ceiling, evaluating his options. "You know what? Yeah. Yeah, that sounds awesome. Thank you."

"Don't mention it!" She bounced happily in place, clearly pleased with herself. "Besides, it sounds like you'll be giving me a show later, so it's the least I can do."

The Umbreon blushed, feeling very distracted by the way her curves jiggled. "Um, haha. You're welcome?" Arceus, it was going to feel good to cum soon. "I guess I'll just drop my work stuff behind the counter and head out, then."

"Go for it!" Charlie gave an exaggerated thumbs-up, then returned to her sweeping, starting to make her way down the next aisle.

Isaac took a short walk back to the counter, glancing around at the store to make sure he hadn't somehow overlooked something important. After all, he'd spent a large chunk of the day picturing Charlie naked. It wouldn't have been that surprising if he'd overlooked some minor incident in need of a clean-up.

But no, everything looked good. The Umbreon dropped a few work things in a drawer behind the counter, then took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. This was happening! It was really happening. Normally after work, he'd be headed home for another round of nut-kicking and blue-balling with Amber, but not tonight. Tonight was going to be the real deal. He was going to battle in front of thousands of people -- including Charlie, apparently. He was going to win.

And then, he was going to fuck his girlfriend. A lot.

He was headed towards the door when Charlie called out to him one last time.

"Hey Isaac, wait up!" she shouted, scampering to catch up with him. "One more thing for good luck!"

The Umbreon turned...and his jaw dropped. Charlie had crossed her arms and hooked her claws on the bottom of her black tube-top, and in one smooth motion, she peeled it upwards.

Time seemed to slow down as her perfect rack came into view, inch by inch. First were the undersides of her breasts...then the bottom half of each pink areola...but then, for an agonizingly long moment, her twins seemed to defy gravity, still caught inside the tight grip of her shirt. As she continued pulling up her top, the heavy orbs hung there, held back only by the stiffness of her nipples -- until finally, in one glorious moment, they broke free. With an audible clap they spilled out onto her chest, jostling each other for room until they settled into place.

Isaac nearly came in his pants. Sure, he got to see Amber's amazing tits all the time -- he'd been staring at them just this morning, in fact -- but somehow, the magnificence of Charlie's tits was made a hundred times stronger by his genuine surprise. He had not prepared for this. He'd spent months picturing the Charmeleon naked, and now, on the horniest day of his life, she was just...topless! Right in front of him! Hell, if any other 'mon were walking by outside, they could probably see her through the windows! Surprise!

So dumbfounded was the Umbreon that he completely failed to notice Charlie's bare thigh swinging upwards until her knee had already arrived between his legs, flattening his tender jewels with a hearty thump.

For a split second, in a moment of lust-fueled perfection, Isaac was captivated by the slight jiggle of her breasts. Then the pain arrived.

The Umbreon crumpled to the floor in an instant. If surprise had multiplied his arousal by a hundred, then it multiplied his agony by a thousand. Even as one part of his brain evaluated the damage -- it was a hard knee, but not a vicious one; he'd be fine -- another part of his brain shrieked in alarm. Nausea exploded through his gut. Somehow, the complete betrayal of the moment made it feel like his balls had shattered into pieces.

"...Arceus," he squeaked, eyes watering.

Charlie took a half-step backwards, clearly surprised that her sneak attack had succeeded. She covered her mouth with one paw, unable to contain an involuntary snort of laughter. "Oh my...shit, dude! I'm so sorry! I thought you'd defend yourself!"

Isaac tried to open his muzzle to reply, but all that came out was a noise that was half-groan, half-mewl. His member still felt like a diamond, but his gonads felt like they had been obliterated. The smooth orange expanse of Charlie's legs stretched up before him. He craned his neck to look up at the fire-type, catching one more glimpse of her bared breasts.

"Ahh, did I--...? Are you--...?" She bit her lip guiltily. "I was just, you know, trying to warm you up for your match."

Shakily, the male reached between his legs with one paw, confirming to himself that his oranges had not in fact been crushed to a pulp. A small consolation, given that this was perhaps the worst hit to the groin that he had ever received in his life.

"Guess I overdid it?" The Charmeleon pulled her tube-top back down over her breasts, giving the fabric several firm tugs as it stretched once more to cover her ample chest. She looked down at her stricken co-worker, wincing in sympathy. "Um...well at least now you know to guard your balls if your opponent shows off her tits, right?"

"Awwuugh," warbled Isaac, like a wounded puppy. How could one low blow hurt so much? "Ohhh, my fucking BALLS!"

"O-okay." The female twiddled her claws nervously. "Why don't...why don't you stay here and take your time getting up, and I'll keep closing up the store, okay? Just, uh...let me know if I should get you an icepack or something."

The male shuddered. "My BALLS," he croaked once more, rolling over onto his side.

"...Yeahhhhh I'm gonna get you an icepack," said Charlie. The Charmeleon skittered off to go raid the freezer for a bag of peas.

Isaac whimpered.

The day still wasn't over.