Chapter #3Mr. Blue Sky by: Venris Daisy Oak was considered by many trainers to be a sweet little girl, although the little part of the description was misleading.
From a young age she had be a chubby girl and now in her early twenties, she was as heavy as a Munchlax. Her 230+ pounds had given her an exagerated hourglass shape. Her large breasts were on par with several varieties of melons, although gravity caused them to hang low. In contrast, her hips and rear which were so firm despite the weight that they stuck out and gave her an impressive bubble butt. Even the twin doughy rolls of her stomach were no slouch when it came to stretching thin the green fabric of her modest dress.
She always wore a smile on her pretty face, one that dimpled her rosy cheeks and called to mind the image of jolly cherubs.
(For that very reason, she was called an angel by trainers who brought their pokemon to her, which she would massage with her small pudgy hands.)
She started her mornings bright and early, waking up well before her brother and Grandfather. After making herself a hot cup of tea, she would change into her clothes for the day. Then came breakfast, a hearty meal that would put some meat on your bones (as she was living proof of) which would be done just in time when her Grandfather came downstairs.
Professor Oak was an old man, as stout as his granddaughter, with a boxy build that came from years of sitting in a lab and writing research papers. Although they ate together every morning, they spoke little, Daisy happily sipping her tea while the old professor drank the first of several coffees saturated with several teaspoons of sugar and cream as he ate and read his morning paper.
A brief hug was the first sign of family love they shared before Oak left for his labs for the day.
"Oh. Daisy.." Oak turned from the door. "Remind your brother that I want to see him in my lab today."
"Sure thing, Grampa."
At this point, Blue Oak was still fast asleep in bed.
He had never been a morning person, not even on Saturdays when all the best cartoons were on.
Not even breakfast would rouse him. Regardless of when he woke up, the young teen would just eat whatever he wanted whenever he wanted during the day. He was the grandson of a world famous pokemon professor, it wasn't like anyone would tell him he couldn't, least of all his well mannered sister.
Spoiled, arrogant, and a bit of a bully... Blue seemed to be the exact opposite of his sister in terms of personality.
That didn't mean it was impossible to wake him up. Daisy was skilled at rousing her brother after years of practice.
"Blue." She called softly, walking into his room with a slight waddle. Sweet as she was, she was still an older sibling and often adorned a baby-talk voice when speaking with him. "It's twime to get up baybee brwadda...."
Like always, the mound of blankets gave a grunt and rolled away from her and like before Daisy sat on the edge of his bed as much as her butt would alow, hovering only centimeters above him before burrowing her hands into the blankets with a cry of "TICKLE ATTACK!"
Blue yelped and struggled, shouting angrily as plump little fingers danced along his skin. It wasn't until he fell out of bed and onto the floor with a whine of 'GRAAAMPS' that Daisy stopped, smiling happily as if she hadn't just tried to tickle her brother to death.
"He's not here." She said as she sat up from the bed. "He's waiting for you at the lab. You better hurry, or..." Daisy wiggled her fingers at her brother, who glared at her from under his messy brown hair.
"You're so uncool, sis."
Daisy left her brother to get dress with only the wiggling threat of her fingers as warning to hurry up as she backed out of the room. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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