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At first he thought that it might have been some punk trainer trying to attack him. He had been walking through the dark streets of Saffron city alone, mind a whirl after getting his butt handed to him by Sabrina, the resident gym leader, not more than two hours ago. However, as his body was assaulted by a strange force which seemed to permeate his very being, Jacob realized that something...was really off.

Trying to to command his arm to reach down and draw forth one of his partners from their pokeball, the dark brown haired teenager could only to watch in horror when his pokebelt went flying off into the distance. Swallowing thickly, the young trainer opened his mouth to begin pleading for his life - hey, he was not too proud to beg. Whoever was doing this seemed not to want to hear it though as his throat locked up against his will, the muscles cutting off the air to brain making him gasp for air. Grunting, he tried to will himself to fight back against whatever it was that was manipulating him to no avail.

And then he felt it.

The feeling of a pervasive heat radiating inside of his body made Jacob's eyes water, steam slowly drifting up from off of his body as his DNA was reshaped by a power he couldn't understand. The sensation of his heartbeat slowing down, his blood turning into liquid jelly inside of his veins, made the young trainer whimper a cry out into the night, however no one came to his rescue. Desperate flailing, Jacob tried to frantically think of a way to get himself out of this situation, yet there was nothing he could do. And as some animalistic part of himself realized this the young trainer soon stilled, his body going limp.

It was at the point where he surrendered himself to the inevitable Jacob found a pressure pulling at his spine. In response to this his knees buckled, the one behind him allowing the teen to fall onto his knees. Jacob meeped when he felt his pants split at the seams, something long and thick bursting through the denim. Shivering from the signals his brain was sending him, the young man wouldn't have believe it if someone told him that he now had a bright pink tail waving above his ass. He REALLY wouldn't have believed them if they said that the new appendage was slowly turning a bright orange color, the beginning of crisscrossing scales pushing up against his skin.

Huffing as the heat within him began to pool inside of his chest, Jacob found himself bowing down onto the dark concrete. A snort behind him made the trainer realize that whoever was doing this seemed to find his bowing position almost laughable. Not that the teen cared. He was so hot.

Too hot.

Panting to try and lower his temperature, the young trainer groaned in pain when a massive headache began building within his skull. Growling in pain, Jacob hissed as pressure built within his left arm. Turning his green eyes to look, he was shocked to see his veins pulsing, bright orange glistening down into his right hand. Which was consequently shifting and flexing, his pinkie and ring finger merging into each other while his middle and index digit did the same. Whipping his head around to look at his other arm, Jacob wasn't prepared to see that his other arm was having the same reaction as the right. When his biceps began to swell, the green eyed teen shook his head. Yet when bright orange scales started to slowly knit their way down the length of his forearm Jacob began to grunt and growl in earnest, his mind willing the transformation to cease and desist.

Sadly, the opposite happened as his fingers merged together, claws pushing free from weak fingernails, his new weapons to defend himself from other pokemon.

But he wasn't supposed to have claws.

He wasn't a pokemon!

He was human, damnit!

And then a blast of energy tore that thought, and the grey sweater he was wearing, off from his pale skinned body.

The headache returned, this time with a vengeance as strange new thoughts began to roll around inside of his mind with the force of a hurricane. The images of learning how to breath fire, of his to bite down and hold another pokemon into submission, of rutting and mating to claim his place within the world against other males, all swirled around inside of Jacob's mind like whirlwind. That a strange sense of elation began to grow within his mind alongside those thoughts was something the brown haired teen didn't want to think about. Yet it was hard to stop that twisted feeling of pride, especially when the all-encompassing warmth from before began to roar inside of his his chest alongside his heart.

Bowing his head, Jacob shut his eyes to try and will everything away.

Had he been able to see himself in a mirror Jacob would have been gobsmacked to see orange scales dotting his forehead, the thick plates sweeping away much of his dark brown hair as it went. Hissing and grunting, the young man felt his lower half twitch, the muscles of his thighs and legs ballooning as jeans he had on began to creak and then rip, revealing massive orange calves as they did so. The shoes he was wearing were the next to suffer from his transmogrification. The grey sneaker audibly popping as his toes expanded. When the bones in his heel began to tug upwards Jacob grunted and kicked out mindlessly.

When the cold night air touched the bottom of his calves, the young trainer chuckled. A tear streaming from his eye as he realized that another small piece of his humanity had just exited the door.

But...wasn't it better to get rid of his shoes now that he no longer needed them?

After all, it's not like they would have done him any good outside in the wild.

And why the fuck did he have that thought?!

Sadly, the young transformee couldn't say, his pounding skull hurting so bad that it made trying to figure out certain things very, very difficult. Like...what his name again? Gasping as he tried to search for it, the still growing human realized that he couldn't grasp onto who he was anymore. Trying to think, it became harder and harder for him to even recall why he was there in the first place.

He was on an adventure...right?

To become a...pokemon...trainer...??

But that couldn't be right. Why would he be a trainer? He was a...no...his mom had told him that he would be the very best if he...wait? His mother? What was her name again???

Like a nightmare come to life, he realized that he was slowly losing the names of various people and places he had known all his life. They all just seemed to get swept away from his thoughts as burning hot blood coursed through his veins, erasing the parts of himself that were human in favor of replacing them with something betters.

Stronger.

More in control.

Ironic that at the exact same moment he lost the name of the place where he had been born was the exact second when a bright burst of flame lit up the end of his tail, the vermillion hue shedding light for all who might be in the area.

Growling as he quickly became use to the heat and pressure inside of his chest, Ja... no charmander, found himself chuckling as soft cream scales began to decorate the inside of his chest and torso. Moaning as the cold of the night was quickly replaced with his natural heat, the fire type pokemon raised his head up, his face slowly pushing out to become a rounded snout. The feeling was slightly odd, but it was easily pushed aside as his muscles continued to burn and swell. The strength inside of him needing to become greater in order for him to protect himself from the harsh realities of the world.

A strange chuckle bounced free from the pokemon-human hybrid at that thought, starling the one who was cloaked in shadows behind him.

Glowing amber eyes watched as the creature before him began to writhe against the ground, moans of pleasure seeping from the perfectly extended face as swelling hips started to dance within the air. Pulling back on the power which had was keeping the mutating human on his knees, the on-looker watched in mild curiosity as the pokemon-human hybrid raised himself up onto his knees, his lean stomach swelling out nicely as lighter cream colored scales drifted down towards his crotch. The laughter which had been heard before grew louder as the hybrid lifted his fully transformed right hand in front of his fully extended face, the curved muzzle looking sleek and dangerous as green eyes fluttered slightly in unexpected euphoria.

Smiling with a mouth filled with knife-like fangs, the charmander anthromorph growled its name, a slow slide of his taloned hand underneath his orange scaled chin confirming that he was indeed no longer human.

At least, most of him wasn't.

Still on his knees, the flame pokemorph grunted as green eyes locked onto its cloth covered crotch. Snarling in disgust, the charmander reached down to rip the cotton away from his sweltering, muscled form. Tossing the now ruined article of clothing off to his side, the charmander snorted as he looked in between his legs to see a pitifully small, pink colored erection staring back up at him. The sac beneath them nothing more than a small sack filled with grape sized testicles which did not belong on such a great pokemon such as himself.

Not at all pleased with this strange aberration connected to his studly body, he carefully reached down to begin toying with the bobbing piece of flesh.

Maybe it was just that way because he wasn't fully aroused?

Lifting his paw-hand to hack a wad of spit into his palm, the charmander reached down to begin tugging at himself. As expected, when the burning heat of his arousal began to soar higher within him the shaft within his hold began to grow both longer and darker. Wrapping his other clawed digits around too small balls, careful not to nick himself, as that would be no fun, the flame type pokemorph murred in pleasure as thoughts of mounting another charmander drifted through his head.

Preferably another male. One he could dominate and then seed until his cum rushed free from their rear like oozing trail of lava.

That would be fun.

The one watching behind him lowered their arm as its creation took steps to handle its own metamorphosis, the creature's gentle tugging making its cock swelling fatter while its testicles drew inwards into the protection of his white scaled groin.

Kneeling back down, his left paw-hand holding him up, the charmander barked its name several times as scalding hot pre-come began to fire free from its tapering erection. The feeling of his seed sacs growing larger, pumping out what was left of Jacob's human fluids, brought a sensation of rapture to the predatory pokemon. Grinning like mad, the fire type pokemorph rolled his digits faster and faster up the length of his manhood, the darkening flesh now a bright ruby color as he sought to find that pinnacle of satisfaction that would leave him drowning in wave after wave of pure bliss. Rolling his hips forward, the mutated human-pokemon hybrid licked its long reptilian tongue out across the underside of his muzzle, the yearning to bite down on the flesh of a taken mate, driving his mind wild.

Had anyone come along at that hour they would have been very surprised to see the fire type pokemon, its tail waved up into the air, taut rump glistening with sweat, as the creature worked to stroke itself off. Growls of passion littered the night sky while trickles of clear liquid poured out in small arcs down onto the ground in front of the oddly muscled pokemon. Yet what happened next would have easily shocked an onlooker into a stupor.

It was right when the charmander was about to hit his peak, the claws of his feet digging deep furrows into the concrete beneath him, steam vapors rising from off of his body in literal waves, that another transformation overcame the pokemorph. Raising his head to release a rocket of flame up into the sky, the charmander's form pulsed with a brilliant white light that shone brighter than the half moon up above. The figure watching behind the glowing creature narrowed its eyes but refused to look away as the flame pokemon began to bulk with muscle once again.

Sliding across the ground, his entire form swelling wider and longer, the fire type pokemorph took its second stage of evolution in stride as he transformed from a charmander into a charmeleon. A single growing from the center of its head, the transforming creature continued to mastubate, not at all caring as everything along his form nearly tripled in width and height. No. All that mattered how good his now foot long erection felt within his hand. The pleasure so intense that it made the nagging voice inside of his head fell away so that his inborn drive to mate and lay claim to another body took him over fully. Lifting his tail up, the flame burning like a torch within the night, the first generation pokemorph yowled its name to the sky as it hit it's peak, white streams of steaming cum jettisoning out of its cock with enough force to make audible *plop* *splash* *glorp* noises.

That the charmeleon's seed began to melt the concrete was not missed by the fire type. A satisfied grumble exited his purring throat as heavy lidded green orbs watched the tip of his manhood twitch as it continued to spurt long streams of white onto the ground.

It took several minutes for his bucking hips to settle themselves, the flame of passion within him demanding more, but once the last ribbon of juice had trickled out of him though, the recently evolved pokemorph lifted itself up onto his newly grown thighs to reassert his position within the world. Hazy from his transformation, the charmeleon didn't know what to think as out of place thoughts screamed at him that this was wrong. That he was not supposed to be this way. That he was...

...what? A human?

The mere thought made the fire type chuckle.

As if.

There was no way that this studly body could have ever belonged to a human, especially not this strange green eyes human boy who danced within the darkness of his mind. Grumbling at the absurdity of such thoughts, he shook his head. Willing such notions out of his pleasure soaked brain. When the absurdity of being human flung itself fully into the back of his head, the charmeleon popped his neck to get some of the tension loose from his shoulders. Standing up on shaky legs, his balance having to be recalibrated from kneeling for so long, he reached up to the halfmoon to stretch, his ivory claws winking into the distance before he sniffed around for something to eat.

Just as he was turning to face them, the onlooker jumped into the air, its form quickly shrinking before the small speck that it was darted away to the west.

The charmeleon grunted in annoyance, quite sure that he had smelled something, before shrugging and then heading southwards towards the woods.

It smelled like pikachu over that way and his stomach was grumbling something awful.

It was days later when reports started to come in that a charmeleon, with brown hair of all things, was stalking the forests of Saffron city. The very odd pokemon receiving a high level of notoriety for being not only MUCH bigger than the average charmeleon, but almost a whole lot stronger and much, much more clever. The number of trainers which had come to the pokemon center after trying to capture the creature, many of them having to be treated themselves for...injuries which the news would not report, had made Sabrina, the town's psychic gym leader, go after the creature itself.

The mostly at the prodding from the local officer Jenny.

Finding the creature had been easy enough, her psychic powers alerting her of certain abnormalities with the pokemon surrounding the area the charmeleon had decided to take up residence within.

Walking up to the other just as it finished slurping from a pool of water surrounded by the leftover remains of its previous meals, the black haired gym trainer cocked her head when green eyes narrowed at her.

She would have sworn that the creature looked at her up and down with something like...disgust(?) written on his face but she had no time to philosophize on what could mean because soon the fire type stood before her, a challenge written clearly on its sharply pointed muzzle.

It was a half hour into doing battle with the creature, her kadabra getting slammed to the ground and then charred by a blast of fire so intense that the psychic type was unable to block it, that the woman realized that something was wrong. Dreadfully wrong in fact as she listened to the sounds of someone screaming within her mind nearly breaking her psychic walls. Recalling her partner, the woman brought forth her alakazam, quite sure that after the first two bouts with her team that the strange creature wouldn't be able to handle this final one.

She was wrong.

The charmeleon seemed to get more pumped up at the prospect of fighting a new opponent, the fire at the end of his tail billowing like a blowtorch as narrowed green eyes stared joyfully at the whiskered pokemon before it.

A lick of a reptilian tongue along the rim of the fire type's lips made the psychic pokemon blink.

Shouting a command, the psychic type gym leader watched as her longtime partner crossed its twin spoons in front of his face, the metal bending. Instantly a wave of psychokinetic energy exploded outwards raising the fire type up and then throwing it bodily into a nearby tree. The loud slam of the charmeleon hitting wood was quickly echoed by the massive oak snapping at the base and then falling to the ground with an earthshaking thud.

Sabrina watched, pink eyes daring the other to rise as she pulled a black and yellow ultra ball from her pocket. When the sounds of laughter began to pour from the charmeleon, the black haired gym leader paused. Eyes wide with disbelief as the fire type eased itself back onto its feet as though having only tripped, Sabrina clicked and then threw the enlarged pokeball at the charmeleon. Only to gasp as the capture device was caught in a three clawed hand. The charmeleon looked at the black and yellow sphere, snorting a burst of laughter...and then crushed the metal in between its paw as though it were a cheap piece of glass.

Watching as the first generation pokemon opened its paw-hand to drop the now ruined ultra ball onto the ground, Sabrina found the voice from before shouting at her to run away. Pink eyes wide, the young gym leader shouted for her partner to cast a defensive barrier in front of itself.

The alakazam immediately obeyed.

A twisting funnel of fire was released by the charmeleon, belling in front of the psychic pokemon.

Thankfully for all, the flames hit a pink wall of light in front of it, protecting both Sabrina and her partner from the physical brunt of the special attack. Sadly, this did nothing to stop the intense amount of heat which came packaged with the assault as the trees around the area soon began to burst into flame. Sweat quickly began to pour onto both human and pokemon as Sabrina and her partner used all of his mental energy to deflect the attack. When the flame spiral died down the charmeleon seemed slightly annoyed for some reason. Concentrating, Sabrina could hear the voice within her head shouting, begging, pleading for the creature to stop this before it actually killed somebody.

The charmeleon snarled in anger, it's green eyes narrowed as glimmering ivory fangs shone from beneath the creature's lips.

Not knowing exactly what was going on, Sabrina shut her eyes and then began to concentrate. When her alakazam began to follow suit, the pair melding minds as they had long since trained how to do, the two sent their mental energy into the distracted charmeleon.

The fire type pokemorph let out a howl and then went stockstill.

Instantaneously Sabrina/alakazam found themselves awash within the fire type's mind, the duo drifting within a sea of thoughts/instincts/desires/shatter memories which seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Keeping her cool and remembering the training her father had taught her as a little girl, Sabirna/alakazam swam within the whirlpool that was the pokemorph's mind, searching for the voice that had been trying to call out to her.

It took minutes for them to finally do so, the level of aggression and passion within the fire type so great that outside in the real world Sabrina's lithe frame began visibly trembling.

Standing in between a the mental projection of a charmander and a disfigured embodiment of something that looked like a young trainer, the face shadowed and fragmented, Sabrina/alakazam reached out to both.

Outside in the real world the charmeleon screamed, a gout of vermillion flame surging into the air. A second later Sabrina/alakazam was thrown back into their respective bodies, their connection broken. Falling onto one knee, the black haired gym leader panted harshly, her mental walls tattered beyond all reason. Looking up as an array of white light filled the clearing the three of them were standing within, pink eyes watched as the charmeleon began to increase in size.

Hisses and growls flowed out from the fire type as the charmeleon went through another transformation, this one greater than the two before as twin extensions began to slide free from its back. Arms, legs, and chest expanding with muscle, the pokemorph roared as his single horn moved the side, a second sprouting from the screeching creature's head.

Watching as the fire type pokemorph's arms lengthening, bulking with muscles as biceps and triceps expanding to near cantaloupe size, both the psychic pokemon and trainer gaped as the creature's neck lengthened, the muscles growing fatter while the charmeleon's muzzle pulled out further from his face. Sabrina watched in mild awe as an the fire type's already long tail became massive, the pillar of flame at the end of its tail surging with power as the vermillion flame became even more brilliant.

Once the light began to die down Sabrina and her psychic pokemon were unsurprised to see a panting charizard standing there before them. Of course the creature was quite different, what with its long mane of dusty brown mane of hair streaming down the center of its head in between the two horns which had grown from its skull. Packed like a brickhouse with row after row of solid muscle, the draconic looking pokemon slowly blinked green eyes open, smoke pouring from its lips. A cough of flame followed a grunt of annoyance. When his focus had fully been restored the charizard blinked at the black haired gym leader and then tilted its head down to look at itself.

Gargantuan wings fluttering behind it, the wonderment which appeared on the pokemorph's orange scaled muzzle made a smile twitch at the corners of Sabrina's lips. Looking itself over, the flame pokemon seemed to find awe with itself as it used its three fingered claws over its biceps and torso, the length of its tail curling around to the front so that the fire at the end could dance before the other's face. That the other had gone from being a tightly packed powerhouse filled with muscle to a muscle gut tower of virility wasn't missed by anyone, the charizard taking a moment to poke it's bloated belly, which was grumbling in want, before dipping its hand down to the slit in between its legs.

At this point Sabrina blushed and then found the leaves on the tree behind her very interesting.

The alakazam did no such thing, instead nodding in approval as the dragonic beast began to roll a claw down the genital slit in between its legs, drawing out the first few inches of its now much thicker shaft in order to check that everything was where it was supposed to be.

Thank you...

The thought came to both psychic and psychic pokemon making them nod, Sabrina refusing to turn around.

When the wind began to whip around them the black haired gym leader didn't have to guess what was happening.

The sound of a bestial roar echoing out made shivers run throughout the young psychic's pale frame. And then a large shadow drew itself over her before quickly passing by.

Pink eyes shifted up to watch as the charizard flew south, a feeling of joy coming from the pokemon-human hybrid that made the young woman chuckle slightly.

On top of Silph Co's main headquarters a certain figure watched the flame pokemorph without saying a word.