Life for Misty Waterflower wasn't easy. 10 years old and with dreams of becoming a water-Pokemon Master, her training was often stifled due to the unfortunate reality that she was always overlooked by her three older sisters, Daisy, Violet, and Lily...otherwise known as the Sensational Sisters of Cerulean City.
Or, alternatively, the Busty Bombshells of Cerulean City.
It was impossible for anyone to ignore. Their reputations spread like wildfire across the entire Kanto Region. Misty's three teenage sisters were considered gorgeous. Perfect smiles, perfect hair, perfect skin, and an amazingly slim waistline that would make jaws drops even if they weren't blessed with their most obvious feature...their giant, perky, naturally-grown breasts.
They didn't all match in size, the youngest of the trio, Lily, actually sported the biggest bust. The pink-haired Gym Leader's bosom was slightly bigger than her head, while the blonde Daisy and the indigo-haired Violet were exactly at head-sized, tying for second place. But, that would be subject to change every once in a while. The three sisters were obsessed with their breast sizes, constantly searching and seeking out new ways to enhance themselves with creams, supplements, foods, exercises, whatever they could find. Whether or not any of them worked, was a different story. Measurements were a daily tradition as they constantly kept watch for even the most insignificant boost to their busts, and they'd use it as a means of advertising the gym to receive challengers.
After all, they were supposed to be the Gym Leaders. What good was a gym with no challengers? This was one of the main frustrations towards her sisters for Misty. Not only was she often overlooked due to her lack of huge breasts - she was barely an A-cup at this stage in her life - but her desire to improve as a trainer was neglected with her sisters' painfully passive approach towards battling.
They were talented to be sure, but they held no passion for Pokemon Battles. Most of their wins consisted of distracting the opponent with their tits and then taking advantage of their lack of focus. Rarely did their actual prowess in battle make the difference. If they couldn't use their boobs, they usually just let the opponent win, not caring what happened. So in the rare instances that Misty was allowed to battle, as she was the 4th Gym Leader, she overcompensated. Misty pushed harder than any of her sisters...perhaps as a way to stand out above them in at least some fashion.
Still, talented as she was, she was inexperienced, and Misty didn't win nearly as often as she'd like to admit. The redhead started becoming defensive, her sisters teasing her if she lost because she didn't have the family gift of giant boobies. Daisy would sometimes comes to her defense, kind of, saying she'd grow up eventually. But even still, that didn't do anything to help Misty feel better. It still implied she wasn't really one of them.
She was a pariah within her own family, and that gnawed at her every single day. Misty was always the runt, sometimes she felt like the unwanted 4th child of an intended trio. No one ever stated that she was an accident baby, but she rarely got assurance that wasn't the case. Growing up she received hand-me-down clothes, shoes, toys, even bras, embarrassingly enough. She even tried to put herself in her sisters' world sometimes, trying to ask for help with makeup and fashion, but she was always brushed off as not meeting the qualifications of being a Sensational Sister, so they left her behind.
The constant rejection led to Misty becoming a tomboy of sorts. She would cut her hair short so that it only reached her shoulders - directly opposing her sisters' long and luscious locks of hair. Even more, she wrapped her hair into a side ponytail just to ensure she wouldn't let her hair sway. She wore denim shorts and a yellow top with red suspenders, and sneakers instead of heels. Of course this did nothing to catch her sisters' attention other than a passive shrug. As a result of the constant exclusion, Misty became aggressive, often succumbing to bouts of seething anger, not shy about speaking her mind to anyone who would listen, and even those who didn't want to listen.
All the while, her sisters just happily kept on doing their thing. They wanted to start planning underwater ballets, which was mostly an excuse for them to better show off their growing bosoms. It always came back to that, Misty fumed. Their breasts, their true passion.
Misty wanted to be a water-Pokemon Master, her sisters wanted to be beauty icons.
Misty wanted to be accepted, her sisters kept her excluded.
Misty wanted to have attention, her sisters ignored her.
All because she didn't have the required bust size. Well no more, Misty finally decided...she was going to start making plans. It would take her a few days to put everything together, but Misty wasn't going to be taking the proverbial scraps of her sisters any longer. She wasn't going to accept only battling whenever her sisters were bored and didn't feel like it. She wasn't going to accept the title of runt. From this day forward, Misty resolved to not only become the best water-Pokemon trainer in the world...but to grow the biggest boobs in all of recorded history and make her sisters pay for their vanity.
She didn't know how she'd do it yet, but she would find a way. Misty was a very determined girl, and once she achieved her goals, her sisters would have no choice but to accept her...or be jealous of her. It was never going to be the other way around again, that she swore.
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