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Penn was already starting to regret this, and he wasn't even at the internship yet. He needed the credits to graduate in time, though. His scholarship only had a semester of wiggle room before it left him out to dry, and every other biology credit required two semesters. As if that wasn't bad enough, the internship payed (even offering room and board "as needed", whatever that meant), making it the very clear best option available for him. What was his best option?

Pokémon Breeding. The flyer promised "incredible, in depth insights" as well as "wonderful new perspectives" and last, but certainly worst, "hands on experience." He had to repress a gag.

Now, he wasn't a prude. It was a natural part of life that every species took part in--but that was their own business, not his. The only kind he wanted part in was his own. Unfortunately, he'd done nothing but strike out in that department. For some reason, girls didn't fall for his winning method of being too busy and scared to ask them out.

Was. Was his first sexual experience really going to be...?

No. No, this was purely educational. Jerking off a fucking rat or four-legged cabbage didn't count. It was a job.

Ferrum Labs stood in front of him before he knew it; he wanted to go back home. The automatic door opened for him. Too late, now. He forced his legs to move and went to the front desk. The receptionist was fairly nice and very understanding. Even when he struggled to tell her the program he was there for, she didn't flinch in the slightest. A simple point down the left hall, a few directions, and well wishes.

She didn't even need his name for confirmation. He just gave it to be polite. Next time, he was giving a fake name.

"Penn?" a woman in a lab coat called from his left.

Penn flinched away from his own name. Maybe he could've gotten away with not responding? "Yeah," he mumbled. For the credit, for the credit.

"Well, don't get too excited now," the doctor chuckled. "I'm Doctor Mendel." Mendel extended her hand with a warm smile. Penn returned the handshake, but not the smile. Doctor Mendel, for her part, didn't seem too offended by his reluctance. If anything, it made her chuckle. "I'm sure this wasn't your first choice, but don't worry." She clapped his back with her palm and started leading him to the final resting place of his pride. "You'll probably find it a lot more fun than you'd expect."

"I don't think so," Penn practically growled back at her. That only made her laugh harder, which made Penn even more angry. He was considering dropping out.

"We'll see," Doctor Mendel practically sang. She pulled up a tablet hanging from a strap over her shoulder and started tapping through it with a stylus tied to the same strap. "As I'm sure you've heard, this is a bit of a different experience than most others." Penn nodded. Either she somehow saw it without looking up, or she wasn't really looking for a response from him in the first place.

"Hmm," she hummed, stylus in her mouth. "We've actually got a few different procedures you could try today." Penn looked over at the tablet in her hands and instantly regretted it. Their reports had pictures that he didn't particularly want to see.

Mendel suddenly looked him up and down with a gaze that gave him chills. She lingered on parts he almost had to assume were random, if only to convince himself she didn't have a good reason to eye his crotch like that. It felt like she was checking him out, but doctors were just weird, right? "I'm feeling pikachu. How much have you worked with thatline?"

Penn tried to shake off the strange stare and snarked, "Oh, I've always wanted to jack off a rat."

Doctor Mendel laughed. "Now, that's the spirit!" Before he had a chance to dispute it, she'd already tapped her way the rest of the way through whatever form she'd started and sealed his fate. "The room should be right... there!"

Three doors down was room 030. The zeroes were colored in red with little pikachu ears penciled on above them. It was honestly kinda cute.

Leading him right up to the door, she grabbed his shoulder before letting him in. Her smile remained, but she put aside her jovial demeanor for one a bit more serious. "Listen, I know you've already agreed to this, but we're not going to force anything on you," she said. "At least, not as much as we absolutely have to for a double blind."

The change in tone was a bit comforting and let Penn release a breath he didn't know he was holding. "If at any point, you're uncomfortable, let us know," she went on. "If no one's around, we have cameras and microphones everywhere." For science? "You can say no at any time. We've got plenty of other work to be done, all right?"

For the first time that morning, Penn managed to catch and release a full two lungs of air. "Thanks," he said.

Doctor Mendel gave a softer smile and said, "No problem." Unlocking the door, she lightly tapped him on the back and opened it up for him. "Now, go jerk off your rats."

Just like that, his moment of peace left. The automatic lights took a moment to activate, but he still felt like he was stepping into a black abyss once they'd turned on. Penn stepped in, and the door fell behind him. Even if it wasn't locked, he felt trapped.

On the left wall, a tray with a pill and a cup of water on a note slid out. It was better to just get it over with, so he downed the pill and read the note as he chased it with water.

"Take this and do what you like ;3 for the next thirty minutes <3

--Doctor Mendel"

... and there was a paw print next to her name. He figured it was from her partner pokémon. Thirty minutes, though? What was he going to do for that long? At least he knew why they'd told him to bring a backpack, now, but he assumed it was to carry stuff home. Not to bring activities to pass the time. What kind of internship was this?

At least he had his phone, and there was a cot on the other wall. He went over to flop down on it. The cot screeched and creaked under his weight, but it survived. He thought. It did feel like it was sagging a bit.

Not like it mattered much. He pulled out his phone and started to burn his time as efficiently as possible. He went for his notifications first, hoping they'd be more than spam from apps. They weren't. He wasn't exactly sociable, but he was hoping at least someone would've checked in on him about the new job. That he hadn't told anyone about. Right, because he wanted absolutely no one to know about this.

He let out a sigh and continued to flip through apps to find one to waste time on. As he did, another option crept up in the back of his mind. There was always some _fun_with himself, but no. That was ridiculous. He felt dirty for having thought of it at all.

The fact it was tempting made him feel even worse. It had barely drifted within the periphery of his mind as a joke, but some part of him was latching onto it hard. He shook his head and tried to focus on the stupid jewel match clone he was playing. It got harder and harder to ignore once a warmth started burning in the pit of his stomach.

"What the fuck?" he mumbled. He'd never felt something like that from getting horny, almost questioned that they were connected at all, but as the inferno lit, his groin responded. Strongly. His jeans had gone from comfortable to tight in one specific area.

Drops of sweat started splashing onto his phone screen--that was new, too. Was it hot in the room? It was comfortable literal seconds ago, and now he was sweating through his shirt. All while this burning in his stomach raged stronger, and the need to indulge his little Penn grew harder to resist.

It started to feel like he didn't have a choice once his dick started getting more sensitive. Just straining against his pants was starting to feel good. Every unconscious throb felt like a stroke, brought him closer. He tried to ignore it, but it kept bringing him closer and closer. If he didn't get it out of there at this rate, it was going to blow a load from fucking his briefs.

An unconscious moan snuck its way out when he threw his hands down to unzip his pants and yank open his briefs. It ached and throbbed from even that little touch so much he was afraid it was too late. He waited, holding his breath and trying to stay completely still, completely relaxed, and waited. It felt so close, but it couldn't bring itself over with just the air touching it.

He let out a breath of relief. With that crisis averted, he could... he, he still couldn't think about anything else. It was so sensitive, and that burning in his stomach, had it gotten worse? He looked back at the note. It had said anything. Why did it--was this why it had a winky face?

The burning started to spread through the rest of his body as did the need. His hips strained to thrust themselves, and he could barely resist. It was getting harder to want to, either. That burning in his stomach had become more of an aching need. He'd never felt this kind of arousal, yet somehow, he knew exactly what he needed. What it wanted.

His hand went to his groin of its own volition, but he didn't stop it. He grabbed his cock and practically seized from the pleasure. Just touching it felt so good. His hand, was it always this soft? He pumped once and knew he couldn't stop anymore.

That aching need released in his hand the more he stroked. Every one had it feeling a little bit softer, a little bit better. He had no idea what was happening, but it felt so good that he didn't care. If this was what they were testing, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Why the fuck they were testing it, he didn't want to know.

The desperate burning started to shift into a warm itch in his hand. He passively looked down at the pleasant feeling and had a double take when he saw it. Yellow, his hand was turning yellow. No, not his hand, that was his hair! When had it gotten so thick--and why was it soft--and why in the hell had it turned yellow?! He brought his other hand over to feel it and felt a familiar throb in his groin.

It felt good to touch. He rubbed his hand down it and felt his cock throb at the touch. Petting it felt nearly as good as stroking himself off, and the pleasure got even better when he could pet further up the length of his arm. The sight of the change terrified him, but he couldn't help himself. He could only watch.

His other hand started to reach for his cock. The single touch made him throb hard enough to squirt out a stream of precum onto his exposed belly. When he looked down at it, he could already see more hair sprouting there. No, it wasn't hair. Hair wasn't this thick, this soft, this yellow, this wonderful to pet. It had to be fur. He was growing fur.

It felt so wrong. The sight of the fur ate at the self he'd seen in the mirror since he'd been born. Who he thought he was, wanted to be. It felt like the fur was stealing his self-hood. He needed to stop--what if someone saw?

His hand stayed clenched around his cock while the other continued to pet his growing fur. It had spread up past his shoulders now. More had spread around his belly, too, though it was a lighter yellow. The more he thought about why he needed to stop, what he was losing, the faster it grew and--to his horror--the more aroused he became. Somehow, that thought, losing himself completely to something else, made him desperately horny.

This had to be wrong--he knew it was!--but he couldn't bring himself to stop. He wished his body was moving on its own, but it wasn't. He had complete control, but he couldn't resist. The disgusting thoughts of what he'd have to do here ran through his mind, and he realized he found them almost irresistible now.

His hands started to snap and shift as his mind filled with thoughts of breeding--what species had he signed up for, right--pikachu. Two pikachu mating played in his mind clearly even though he'd never even seen the act. He could picture one standing over another, ramming its tapered mouse cock into the pussy below. The fantasy made his need insatiable--he needed to cum.

It didn't matter what it took. It didn't matter what it cost him. He needed to cum.

He tried to pump himself harder, faster, but didn't feel himself get any closer. More pleasure came, dragging him deeper into his depravity, but he felt like he'd barely just started. Would he ever be able to cum?

As he kept picturing the pikachu's cock, he felt his own start to shift in shape. Its head faded and shrunk until it was barely discernible from the rest of it. His foreskin started to peel itself back, leaving much more sensitive, slick, pink skin behind. It leaked a bit more and in one stroke, he'd soaked it in precum. The fur started sprouting on his foreskin as it continued to thicken and form around the base.

His balls started to grow fur just the same. They shrunk slightly into his groin and hung so tight and close to his cock. His pride and joy. His manhood. It was a mousehood. A stream of precum spewed out and onto his pants.

Warmth and wetness spread pleasure to every part of his legs the precum soaked its way through. The fur started to spread from his groin, too, and he heard horrific snapping and cracking in his pelvis. Yet, every sound of a bone breaking felt like a well-needed cracking of his back. A slight discomfort finally relieved. The feeling of his humanity leaving him.

His legs started shrinking into his pants. He tried to lift them up to see and found his shoes had already slipped off. His socks had only stayed because they had claws stabbed through them. Yet, even with his pants bunched up his hips, it wasn't long before his legs disappeared inside.

His shirt dwarfed him, too, now. He hadn't noticed because it was flexible enough to bunch up as his shrinking arm stroked his cock.His hands... were they even still...?

Another glob of precum spewed onto his face. The utter horror floored him. He knew what was coming and actually managed to stop from the shock. The terror made another stream spew into his mouth. His nose pulled out with the top of his mouth as he drank in what landed on his tongue. The disgusting bitterness was irresistible.

His cheeks started puffing out, and he felt his nose shrinking down to almost nothing. Despite shrinking, though, he could smell so much more. The sweat from today, most of which was fresh, the detergent--and most delectable, the heady musk of his precum.

He shot his tongue out to lick at what it could reach, and the disgusting taste made him shudder. He was glad this room didn't have any mirrors--yet, imagining his identity fading into a nameless pikachu's face felt so alluring. He wanted to hold onto any part of himself that he could, but that only made it that much more arousing when he felt it ripped from his grasp.

Another shift happened in his forepaws--he couldn't even think of them as hands anymore. It was hard to take them off his cock, but he needed to see the damage. When he saw the growing pads on his shrinking fingers, he felt so much pre start leaking out of his cock that it streamed down his ass crack.

The warmth, the near loss of his hands, it made him so terrified. Was this what they were testing? They had to have a cure, right? Why hadn't anyone come to help him--was this what was supposed to happen?!

Yet, the hope they had a cure didn't have the same draw as imagining losing it all. Stuck as an animal for the rest of his life. All of his accomplishments and dreams now nothing but memories as he's forced to debase himself, become nothing more than a feral pikachu forced to fend for his own survival. Breed, mate--Arceus how he wanted to mate.

That warmth running down his ass had an effect on his fantasies, too. All his life, he'd been nothing but straight. All of a sudden, though, he could only imagine how great it would feel to have a big raichu fill him, spray him with his seed.

The image repulsed him and made his cock throb harder than ever. He reached his paws down to rub at his cock while a torrent of fantasies he couldn't resist tormented his mind. A fat raichu with a massive cock slamming into him so hard. His asshole twitched and clenched with desperate need. The repugnant fantasy made his stomach turn.

His body had changed so much at this point that every movement felt completely different. He'd started pulling his legs back to bring his cock to his paws without even noticing, and now he felt his boxers slip off his hindpaws.

He looked himself over, but he couldn't make anything out beneath his shirt. In an instant, he scurried down and out of it, the motion feeling as natural as breathing. Even in that short time, though, his cock demanded attention to make up for when he couldn't touch it, and he was helpless to resist. He stared down at his body, and it was completely unrecognizable.

An extra layer of pudge jiggled in his belly as he rubbed his forepaw over his mouse cock, and his hindlegs twitched with need. His ears twitched in curiosity, trying to reposition themselves to better hear the lewd sounds of him jerking himself off. He sucked as much air in through his nose to bring all the musk in.

It felt wonderful and horrible to imagine the musk wasn't his. Some other, stronger male overpowering him completely to dominate him. An alpha to take control and take every part of him. He wanted to be nothing but a plaything. He wanted to bury his sensitive snout into the sweaty musk of a big, strong, fat raichu's groin until he could only smell the burning stench of masculinity and sweat.

He tried to course correct, tried to force himself to imagine girls, even if they were chu. It was a lot easier than he expected. The image of a fat, musky raichu slamming into a girl pikachu was just as hot, hell, it was almost hotter. He eagerly switched to imagine that.

By the time he realized he wasn't imagining himself as the raichu, he was too deep in the fantasy. He could almost feel a cock splitting his pussy open. Getting filled with eggs, becoming utterly gravid with a strong man's seed was the worst fantasy he'd lost himself in yet. He wanted to revert, reassert his manhood onto these fantasies, but he couldn't.

His pleasure grew even more, and he finally felt himself getting closerto orgasm. He tried to spur it along, but a sharp ache started behind his asshole. He had one last change left, it seemed. Maybe he could stop this before it was too late--if he could just resist a few minutes, maybe someone would come to save him. His paw stayed firmly gripped around his cock. He started to stroke even harder.

Someone might save him, maybe someone was already on their way, but he was too far gone to stop. They'd see him completely debased, unrecognizable as who he used to be, covered in chu cum that he wished was another man's. Nothing but an animal.

He pumped the cock he'd cherished all his life and found himself wishing it was a pussy. His balls ached at their imagined absence, yet they churned all the harder. The pleasure built in tandem with the pressure on his tailbone as he tried harder and harder to bring himself over the edge, to finally get some release after all this time without indulging in the fantasies that made him gag, but it was a pointless effort.

With more and more desperation he pumped his cock, feeling the pressure mount and mount, but never cross the threshold. Even stroking the soft fur on his balls wasn't enough. He wanted--needed to hold onto whatever parts of himself he could, couldn't let himself fall any further.

He tried all he could to avoid the fantasy of a big, strong raichu towering over him, pumping a fat cock into him, feeling an even fatter belly squish around his chest. Especially he couldn't imagine the weight digging him into the ground while each thrust slammed him deeper. He just knew that if he let himself imagine that fucking Adonis of a mouse pump into his pussy, he'd never recover.

Fuck.

His cock throbbed one last time before spewing a monstrous load all over him. It shot so hard that he actually managed to spray over his face, too. He was smaller now, though, so maybe that wasn't as impressive anymore.

When he thought it was over, he felt the other pressure mounting as well. It felt just as good, just as euphoric at his tail bone. He kept pumping his cock with his paw, even brought his legs up higher to start teasing at his asshole. Despite never experimenting with anything like that before, he felt a shiver of pleasure the instant he poked it with a nubbin.

The pleasure shot over and out of him like lightning as he felt his tail spring out from behind him. It even made him spew another, albeit more anemic, load. The warmth of his own cum coated every inch of his fur, now. He could feel it dripping down his sides, now, too.

He needed to get up, escape, do anything to let the researchers know who he was, but he was completely spent. That was the most involved masturbation he'd ever been through, and sweet Jirachi did it feel amazing. Even in the bliss of afterglow, he longed for it again--but no. He shook his head, trying to rip himself away before he fell into those fantasies again.

No energy remained in his entire body, though. He could barely even look down at himself and see his new body. The cheeks in the corners of his vision were red, and his snout was black. Thank Mew he could still feel his cock, and that gave him just enough strength to bend forward and check his tail.

Blunt. Like a male's. Thank Mew.

With the horny haze fading from his mind, he could almost think straight. It was just fantasies, right? People explore those all the time. It doesn't make him gay, and it definitely didn't make him...

The door to the room opened, and Doctor Mendel walked right in. "Well, someone took to their role quite well," she sang. Penn wanted to sink into the mattress and die. The Doctor carefully walked over to his bed while looking as small as she possibly could and still towered over him with her head alone. "Can you hear me?"

Penn struggled to do more than blink. He felt so completely bereft of energy. Even breathing took a lot more effort than he had. Did that really take that much energy from him?

"Penn?" Doctor Mendel said. She pulled his eye open to flash a light into it. The light hurt, but he didn't have the energy to cringe. "Thank Arceus, you're alive." She pressed two fingers into the crook of his neck. "Pulse... even if you were a human, that'd be slow."

Was this it? As she hoisted him up and into her arms, he felt his consciousness begin to fade. He could vaguely hear the sounds of crowded rooms until they all faded once again. He was awake, but barely. Touch registered in his mind long after he actually felt it. He felt two suction cups sitting on his cheeks before he felt them put there. A tingle started streaming in from them, and he felt his breath start to return.

When Penn's eyes fluttered open, he saw Doctor Mendel standing over him with a wet rag. She dabbed the rag onto his cum-soaked belly and made him shiver, only partially from the temperature.

"Don't worry, I've got you," Mendel explained. Her voice sounded off. No, her voice hadn't changed, it was her tone. "Just cleaning you up, all right little guy?" It instantly became clear to him. She was talking to him like a wild pokémon. Because he was one. When she finished wiping him down, he couldn't help but notice the stench of his own cum still lingered.

Mendel sat at the head of his bed and asked, "Still in there, Penn?"

Penn's eyes shot open. "Yes! It's me! I'm still here, I'm--," he started to exclaim, but Mendel shook her head and noted something on the clipboard in her hands.

"Subject unaware of speech," she whispered. Penn felt his hope start to fade while he tried to understand what she meant, but Mendel didn't leave him in the dark for long. "I can't understand you unless you nod or shake your head, okay?" Right, he was a pikachu. Humans can't understand pokémon. He nodded his head. Mendel nodded back and said, "Very good," as she noted as much down.

"Sorry for the health scare," she said. "You're the first electric type we've tested. Usually, subjects create their own energy during the evolution, but evidently that's not universal. Your life wasn't at risk, but I'm sure it must have been scary."

"A whole fucking lot of this is scary!" Penn screamed at her. "You just do this to people?! I'm not even the first! What kind of Team Rocket shit is this?"

Doctor Mendel patiently listened to his outburst with her full attention, and finally said, "I understand you're probably very frustrated, but I still can't understand you." He started to scream again before smoldering it into a growl. An apologetic smile from the doctor caught him off guard, and the head coming to pet his head did even more so.

The subtle scratchiness of being so covered in fur had faded to the background of his mind, but it still felt wonderful to have her run her fingers through. Tickling and scratching away the minor irritations made all his anger fade to bliss. When she wrapped around to scratch behind his ears, he even squeaked in appreciation.

"Mind is in tact, though novel instincts have a very strong hold already," Mendel noted. Penn was too relaxed to react. "Moving on to next phase of testing." By the time he mustered up the willingness to care what that meant, she'd already scooped him up in her arms.

This woman he'd been taller than less than an hour ago could hold him in her arms easily, now. It felt so surreal. He could only stare up at her and down at himself in amazement.

"You liking the testing so far?" Doctor Mendel asked. She wasn't holding a clipboard, though (she was too occupied holding him). This must have been small talk. He tried to shake his head, but he felt that warmth stirring below again. Even still, as much as he wanted to be human, he felt that need tugging at him. He couldn't resist. He felt a wash of euphoria when he nodded.

"That's interesting," Mendel hummed. "Usually the subjects that didn't read what they signed are a lot more agitated." She smiled down at him with a quirked brow and made blood rush to his cheeks. "Did you maybe want this more than you were letting on?"

Penn squished his head down and looked away. What was she talking about--of course he was agitated! He didn't want this! This kind of thing should've been told to him directly. Who read terms and conditions anymore, anyway?

Mendel's hand came down to scritch away all his frustrations, and just like that, he was calm again. It felt so nice. Being carried, being pet, handled, he loved the attention.

When Mendel put him down, he even whined a little in regret. "Oh, calm down," Mendel chuckled. "Now, this next part is simple. All you need to do is follow the smell you like more, okay?" Penn nodded, trying to hide his lingering disappointment. He wasn't an animal. He didn't want to be pet and held. That is, until Mendel chuckled and came down to pet him some more, and he started squeaking in appreciation.

"Aww, who's a good boy?" she cooed. Penn felt the sting of embarrassment, but it wasn't enough to counteract the soothing sensations. Mendel maneuvered her hands on either side of his face and got him to stared directly at her.

"Now, what I said before still applies," Mendel said. "You can say no at any time. Even right now. Do you want to proceed?" Of course he didn't; Penn nodded his head. "All right. Still, whatever happens, these other pokémon aren't too aggressive. We'll be watching, so just wiggle out of whatever situation you got yourself into and start waving your arms, and we'll come and getcha."

Despite the erupting storm in his mind from saying he _liked_this, Penn simply nodded again. He tried to take back control and protest, but when Mendel reached down to pet him again, he was powerless to do anything but lean into her hand.

_No!_he shouted in his own mind. He had to resist, had to get out of this! None of this was him! Whatever changed him was making him act like a feral pikachu, even making him agree to what he absolutely didn't want to. Every time he did, he got a rush of pleasure--and the petting certainly wasn't helping! He tried to shove her hand away with his head, but Mendel only took that to mean he wanted firmer pets.

"Affectionate little guy, aren't you?" Mendel cooed. Her sing-song tone tickled his ears and made him feel like a toddler. "I can't pet you forever, though, all right? We've got tests to complete." Yes, perfect! Once she pulled away, Penn could take control back.

That's what he thought, at least. Instead, he slumped down and whined, "Chuuu." Mendel chuckled. By the time he pulled himself together, she already had her back to him.

"Remember," Mendel said. "Just go off what smell appeals more. No judgment here, okay?" The door closed behind her before he could ask for clarification. Once again, he was trapped in test chamber.

Penn turned to look around him and felt a growing sense of dread in the pit of his stomach. The whole room felt massive, now, and he was right in the middle of it. Unease welled up from the same part of his mind that brought the rushes of pleasure from acting like an animal. His legs ran him up against the wall before he even thought to move.

He scurried on all fours with ease, as if he'd done it all his life. Through some strike of chance, he'd even run himself between two doggy doors. Were they the doors Doctor Mendel had told him about?

Curiosity fought fear to let him back up and look at the two options. One had the symbol for venus, the other for mars. Female on the left, and male on the right. Wait, no, was this why his fantasies had turned the way they had? Even still, he felt his cock stir at imagining a cock ramming into his pussy.

The two doors opened up simultaneously as a flaming fireball made itself known in the pit of his stomach. He didn't care about science, didn't care about the promise of no judgment. He couldn't let himself fall any further. The more he gave into this, the easier it was to let himself act like a feral pokémon. If he didn't resist, he'd lose everything.

Scents wafted in and blended together in a wondrous cocktail that stole his attention. He sniffed at the miasma of aromas and started sorting them with novel precision. In an instant, he could tell the sweet, tangy scents came from the left.

They were pleasant enough, but he utterly lost himself in the heady musk on the right. It was a relief--he wasn't gonna lose himself any more than he already had! He took comfort in that and let himself indulge in the sour stench that burnt his nose. It smelt like a long day's trip to a gym mixed with ozone, all underscored by a stale impression of sex that drove him wild. The best smell he'd ever sniffed.

As if strong enough to fry his brain, Penn near mindlessly followed the musk into the next test chamber. His loins stirred in that familiar way, though his dick was still soft. He'd only cum a little bit ago, so that must've been why.

Yet, even without hardening or receiving any kind of touch, he felt a thin stream of pre starting to leak from his dick. The Door behind him closed and left the tunnel pitch black, but he didn't mind. He had the musk to lead him forward, and his vision seemed a lot better in the dark than before. Closing his eyes, though, let him better smell it, so he did.

That scent of ozone started growing stronger, almost overpowering the rest. The delicious scents of sex remained, but they had a larger context to them, now. At some point, the ground beneath him shifted to grass.

Sunlight warmed his fur. He squinted his eyes to look around and saw a simple little enclosure surrounding him. A tiny little simulation of a forest, though the grass at least was real. A stream flowed down from an elevated spring and down around the far corner of the room with a nice tree for shade on the opposite side. A delectable sight sat under that shade, too.

The raichu saw him at the same time he saw it. The way it lounged against the tree, it must have been sleeping. It rolled over to stretch, flashing its wide ass right in his direction. Its thighs framed its square backside with a nice layer of soft fat that filled in the scant few areas that weren't flooded with muscle.

Penn practically salivated at the sight of the big, chiseled mouse as it stood up. Its back curved and molded with strength that made him want to roll over and let it... no, no. He'd picked... oh no.

The raichu turned to reveal muscles supporting a wide, jiggling gut above a fat cock half-way out its sheath. And he was the hottest thing Penn had ever seen. When Raichu started forward, Penn tried to flee. He could barely manage to keep himself from running towards the beautiful specimen. The way Raichu sauntered over with confidence, strength made Penn weak in the knees.

"Well, how's it going, pretty little thing?" Raichu asked. It sounded so natural that Penn almost thought it was English, but no. Pokéspeak was just that natural to him, now. "I'm Ray." Ray leaned back and hopped down to the ground, his belly jiggling enough to hypnotize Penn. "You got a name, cutie?"

"C-cutie?" Penn stammered. His cheeks were burning--he was blushing so hard that sparks had started spewing out. He threw his paws over them and forced himself to turn halfway away, though his eyes stayed trained on Ray's cock.

"Aww, you must really like me if you're sparking like a pichu," Ray chuckled. Penn glanced up and lost himself in Ray's dark brown eyes. He couldn't even glance away from the soft gaze anymore. Ray's soft care disarmed even the strongest of Penn's objections. Penn couldn't deny it anymore. He wanted this raichu to fuck him. "Your name really 'Cutie,' though?"

Penn shook his head. His eyes drifted down Ray's chiseled pecs, the pillow of fat hanging off the bottom of them, the billowing belly wiggling with every breath, all the way down to Ray's massive spire of a cock. He needed it. Ray's paw came to pet him on the head, and Penn realized he'd walked the rest of the way over.

"Penn," Penn finally answered. The burning musk finally had a source, and it was this dominant demigod of a mouse. Penn took a sniff and shivered all the way down his spine and up his tail. He needed more. He surged forward to shove his face into Ray's groin.

"Oohh, look who's a needy little girl," Ray moaned. Penn was too busy filling his lungs with Ray's scent to object to being called a girl. He sucked it in like the delicious gift it was and felt that tingle down his spine with every inhale. It started to grow stronger at the end of his tail, and the pleasure made him squirm into Ray's groin even more. Penn rubbed his cheeks into Ray's cock and felt his asshole twitching in anticipation.

Barely an instant of token resistance managed before Penn gave in. It was too much for him, felt too good to submit. Feeling Ray pat him on the head was better than even cumming had been earlier. Already, Penn could smell Ray's scent overpowering his own, and he loved it.

Penn dragged his cheek down Ray's length and gave it a long stare of amazement before wrapping his mouth around the tip. Ray rumbled in appreciation, and Penn felt a string of precum shoot from his own cock. It felt so good to pleasure Ray. Penn darted his tongue over the head and his legs gave out from under him. It was disgusting, bitter and rancid; it was the best thing he'd ever tasted.

More of the flavor assaulted his mouth, and he felt all of his resistances fading. He darted his tongue out of his mouth to taste more of the spire impaling his mouth and got the strength to stand back up. It was delicious, he needed more, so he started dragging himself closer to the base to get as much in his mouth as possible.

Barely half filled his mouth entirely, but Penn wouldn't let himself stop. He couldn't. He needed this. As he tried to suck more in, though, he felt his throat closing in. Part of him told him to stop, but he'd started ignoring the part telling him to stop by now.

That is, until Ray's cock teased the back of his throat and made Penn painfully seize. Everything from his mouth down spasmed as he tried to heave the cock out of his windpipe. Ray jerked back and picked him up in a gentle embrace. He held the gagging chu up with one arm under Penn's armpits while the opposite paw ran down Penn's back.

"Whoah, hey now, you're okay," Ray whispered. Penn kept coughing up his lungs while every muscle in his throat ached. "Pace yourself, all right? You youngins get all frantic about this sorta thing, but it ain't as fun as you'd think, is it?"

Penn, who'd never thought of anyone's cock but his own until that day, nodded along. He could barely manage to breathe while his throat tried not to collapse in on itself. Through all the pain, though, he had Ray's gentle touch and soft voice. Ray didn't say any more on the subject, but he cooed alongside the pets to help soothe the pain and panic. Even as the pain faded, Penn leaned into the comfort. It felt so nice to be cared for.

"Here, let's get you some water," Ray whispered. With a deft and gentle paw, he effortlessly hoisted Penn into his arms in a bridal carry. Penn squeaked in surprise and tried to cozy up further into the hold. The extra weight didn't appear to affect Ray's gait at all, either. Though, as Penn squished against the firm and ample fat of Ray's chest and belly, he had to wonder if he weighed anything in comparison.

"There y'are, sweet cheeks," Ray said. As effortlessly as he'd picked Penn up, he set him back down next to the stream.

Penn didn't even notice the epithet more than a rising burn in his cheeks and ears. As he tried to wonder how he'd drink from the river without a cup, his body answered for him. He bent over to lean his muzzle right above the flowing water and lapped it up with his tongue as naturally as if he'd done it all his life.

Ray's paw came back to his back to rub the anxiety about that away before it came. The cool water chilled the burning aches in Penn's throat as he drank. As the pain faded, though, he grew more and more aware of the other ache's he'd neglected. New aches of need came that he couldn't hardly comprehend. He knew what need felt like, but now it came with this overwhelming sense of emptiness.

The paw brushing through the fur on his back only increased his desires, too. He'd never felt this emptiness before, but he knew on a carnal level how to sate it. The fresh image of Ray's massive cock made Penn gag on his next mouthful of water, but he felt his groin embarrassingly stir.

Ray hadn't forgotten these needs, either. As Penn visibly calmed, Ray's pets grew more and more adventurous. Further back with every pat, a little bit lower on the side, and a long, firm grip to the leg all made Penn start to squirm. Penn couldn't bear to resist and started leaning into the touch. Ray's paw ventured further back, and Penn eagerly raised his ass to meet it.

"Piiiii," Penn cooed in desperate need as Ray finally groped his ass. The violating relief worked in an instant to rewire Penn's brain, and he was powerless to resist. He could feel the new desires, needs, sensations reassert themselves and could only bask in the desecrating pleasure. It felt so disgusting and right. He'd probably have cried if not for his desperate, needy whimpers for more.

With every indulgence, he felt less like himself. Every desperate moan and whine of pleasure gave away more and more of himself. Worse, it became harder and harder to resist. He wanted to be true to himself, but Ray's paw groping deeper and harder felt better than any truth Penn could live.

Penn shrieked in surprise when Ray dipped a nub into his asshole. That aching emptiness blazed in intensity, and he could feel himself slipping further. He tried to resist by squeezing the nub out, but that made both sensation and desire all the stronger.

"Aww,youa good girl, ain't ya?" Ray cooed.

Before Penn could even offer a token resistance, Ray pressed his paw in deeper to milk out a shrieking, "Yes!" The humiliating horror amplified his aching need. He felt his arousal grow so much that his cock began to leak, yet it didn't stir the slightest bit harder. It felt so sensitive that the slightest shake, most minute blow of air sent a shiver all the way up his spine.

His arm reached back on its own to paw for Ray's cock, and it didn't need to search for long. It was such a massive hunk of meat, was it even a cock? Or a beast all its own? It put Penn's to shame, and he started to wonder if he should even have one at all.

That mortifying notion nearly made him cum on the spot.

Penn rolled over to lay on his back and let Ray's cock rest on top of him. Its musky warmth felt so right to bask under. He ran his forepaws along it, but it wasn't enough. He needed more, so he brought his hindpaws up to do the same. He felt it with all fours, caressed it, and even started grinding his groin into it, but he still needed more. Once he finally crunched up to wrap his mouth around the tip, the world felt right.

Hearing Ray's pleasured groans made Penn redouble his efforts. It felt so good, so right to milk those moans out of the strong, musky raichu. The scent drove Penn wild the more he sucked it in, and the only course of action remained to breathe more in.

Unlike a human cock, Ray's had a sheath, which left the entire length nice, slippery and sensitive. Penn felt every curve, bulge, and vein as he dragged his paws along the length. His forepaws got into a rhythm of stroking one after the other and gave him a chance to realize his hindpaws had become a lot more capable. He wiggled and squeezed them at Ray's base and felt how much more nimble they'd become.

His left ducked down to dig a toe into Ray's sheath while his right ground its pads into the throbbing length. Having all four paws so active on Ray's cock meant that Penn couldn't grind into it with his own groin, but it was so worth it once Ray started spouting funky, delectable pre.

Its flow had barely started, and already it was so thick that it caked Penn's mouth in an instant. Even with his mouth wrapped tightly around the cock, Penn could vividly smell the sour tang of the precum filling his mouth. It smelled as wonderful as it tasted: deliciously disgusting. His mind wrestled with itself, but his throat happily swallowed all that it could between sparse breaths.

The more he hated something, the more it turned him on, and the more pleasure it brought. Already, Penn felt himself imagining what it might be like to live as a 'good girl' for Ray. With each new gratification, more of himself slipped through his fingers--if he could even call them fingers anymore.

Ray's delicious precum stole Penn's attention away, though, and he found it more and more impossible to think about anything but its wonderful taste. More, he needed more. He wanted none, but needed it all. His paws moved on their own, forepaws massaging every wonderful, bulging vein they found while his hindpaws squeezed its base for all its worth.

All that effort earned him the reward of another surge of pre. Penn didn't even think before lapping it up with his tongue just like he'd lapped up the water. He sucked so much down that he could feel it stretching out his belly already, and it felt more than eager to accommodate.

He couldn't help imagining how else Ray could stretch out his stomach--if only Penn had a pussy to flood.

Ray let out a guttural moan of pleasure, grunting, "Girl, you gon' make me blow." The warning made Penn instantly, violently more eager. Ray whistled in appreciation. "You really want it, don'tcha?" Penn answered by running his tongue along Ray's tip with even greater fervor. "Damn, well, skilled as y'are, I might end up paintin' you 's well 's fillin' you."

It was like every nightmare had come true, and Penn couldn't wait.

The twitches of Ray's cock grew more and more erratic, and Penn knew from experience with his own that it was cumming any second now. He dropped his hindpaws down a bit to wiggle his toes into the length at the base, bending them in ways he didn't know he could to feel even more and add almost all the pressure his legs could give.

"Raaaaiiiii," Ray growled. Penn rumbled in his own pleasure, and that moan sent Ray over the edge with a thunderous, "CHU!"

A torrent of cum flooded Penn's mouth in an instant. It was ten times thicker, the taste ten times stronger, and Penn sucked it down so desperately that he barely remembered to breathe. Even then, it spewed out of his mouth with every pulse. He felt his belly grow out, but it wasn't the same stretching from earlier. No, in fact, that emptiness had started to return and even hunger.

As pleasure overwhelmed him, his forepaws fell to his now growing belly. The healthy bit of pudge he'd had before now engulfed his paws. He felt it squish between his nubbins and couldn't resist kneading into the newfound dough. It wasn't filling him out the same way that it filled Ray out, though.

Some came to his belly, but his paws felt along his torso and found much more of it along his hips. He didn't even need to reach down to feel his thighs growing so thick that he had more trouble holding them up, and his ass started lifting him further off the ground. His paws came up to feel his chest, and they found fresh, sensitive pillows to grope.

Without touching it, his cock erupted in the strongest orgasm of his life. Penn came so hard that even his insatiable hunger for Ray's cock couldn't keep him from pulling back to scream, "Piiiika CHU!" in euphoric pleasure.

Ray took this opportunity to make true on his promise and spewed cum all over Penn's face. Penn eagerly licked at the gift, hoping for more, but Ray had other plans. See, Penn's orgasm had spewed cum onto the pikachu, and Ray needed his scent soaked so deep into every inch of Penn's fur that no one would even think about touching his lustrous prize.

The spewing cum erupted onto Penn's face as Ray pulled back, but that wasn't enough. Even an entire new load wouldn't have as much of an effect as what Ray had in mind. Penn watched in blissful confusion as Ray continued to aim that massive cock at him long after the cum had stopped.

A rancid, yellow stream started spraying right into Penn's face while he looked up. The acrid scent made him recoil and scrunch up his nose on instinct, but the true turning of his stomach came from that familiar feeling that had plagued him since he'd taken that pill. This horrible disgust was already turning to inflame the pleasure he already felt.

As the piss washed away the cum facial, its heinous scent started to grow on Penn the more it assaulted his nostrils. No matter how hard he tried not to smell it, it completely coated his face at this point. The only solution would be to stop breathing through his nose, which led to the brilliant idea to breathe through his mouth.

The consequences were very foreseeable, and immediate.

Ray took the 'request' for what it obviously seemed to be and redirected his stream ever so slightly to fill Penn's mouth. The moment the caustic fluid touched his tongue, Penn wanted to gag, but the signal didn't quite go through. Instead, he swallowed.

Complete and utter humiliation washed over the yellowing pikachu. The burning in his cheeks went very well with the almost painful warmth of Ray's stream that flowed over him. The floodgates had burst, though, and Penn couldn't stop himself anymore. He could only lay there and let the piss fill his mouth with intermittent swallows to allow even more in.

He tried to resist swallowing, but it was futile. It filled up so much at one point that, when he inevitably gave in, the action caused a bit to overflow and run down his cheeks. More and more coated him inside and out. He felt completely disgusting, completely used, and complete bliss.

An almost burning warmth came down with the piss that he swallowed. It felt horrible, so wonderful, and he could almost feel it spreading all throughout him, though he couldn't quite understand why. It didn't fill him out like the cum had, no, he wasn't gaining any more weight. Instead, he felt the warmth prod out from his belly in every direction as if searching.

The sensation started to focus on his groin which made him assume it was just further arousal, but then it started in his tail as well. It practically (fittingly)flowed to the end of his tail, and he could feel the familiar shifting he'd felt at the start of all of this.

Ray finally started to pull back as the sensation spread and strengthened--seemingly spurred on by his marking. Penn felt his cock start to build and mount pleasure again as another orgasm shook through him. As if knowing what was coming, his cock gave one last, pitiful performance as goodbye. He tried to look down to watch, but only got a face full of splatter from Ray's stream hitting his chest.

Finally, Penn's cock started to harden, though it hardly grew at all. The entirety of its length grew painfully sensitive as his sheath pulled back to reveal the sensitive flesh to the air. Slight drafts were enough to make him shiver, and the warm flow of Ray's piss soaking Penn's fur worked to exacerbate those shivers.

Penn couldn't even fear the inevitable anymore. He'd given in at every point, whether he liked it or not, and every single time felt more amazing than any pleasure that came before it. Even with complete knowledge of every reason he wanted--needed--to resist, to run, his excitement built and built for the final change. His cock, he needed it to be who he was, he'd had it all his life.

But maybe she could be someone else, now.

Ray drew the stream back and forth across Penn's body to soak every single inch of her as he went lower and lower. Penn caught herself catching some with her paw to rub it into her increasingly sensitive nipples, but she didn't stop when she noticed.

The stream couldn't last forever, and it started getting lower and lower until, finally, that blissful warmth sprayed over Penn's cock and sent her over the edge. She shot her last male load into the sea of her mate's piss that soaked her torso now, but that's only where the pleasure began.

Her cock started to shrink andsink into her groin.

She realized she'd never had a chance to use it for its intended purpose, but this felt better than she'd ever imagined that could be. Every single inch of it that sank in pressed into the forming fold with impossible force until its flesh melted and joined herforming vagina. All but the very tip shrank and melted into it, leaving her with a rather impressive clit atop her lustrous, newpiss-soakedcunt.

By the time Ray'sstream tapered off enough to dribble onto her tail, Penn's balls had started to pull into the new entrance. They ached as her cunt tugged them in. Right as the discomfort was about to tip over into pain, they _popped_right in with harsh relief. It felt like swallowing the last morsel of a nice meal.

"Well, look at 'chu," Ray said with a lilt. Penn brought her paws up to do exactly that, and Ray took that as an invitation to grab both and hoist her up and yank her into a hug with no regard for the piss that soaked Penn. "My girl filled out mighty nice."

Penn couldn't figure out what he really thought, but it felt so nice to have Ray's arms around her. Feel his belly squish into hers, his plush chest with firm muscle beneath contrasting against the pure softness of her own. Too soon, Ray pulled back from the hug, but made up for the early parting with a kiss right on Penn's defiled lips.

Ray eventually pulled back and let go, so Penn took a step back to assess the damage. She could definitely feel the extra weight as she stood, but it wasn't remotely debilitating. Just hanging, her arms squished into her belly a bit now, right below the subtle mounds of her new breasts (or were they teats?). She pressed a paw into her belly and watched as it sank all the way in with ease.

All her life, she'd never been exceptionally fit, but this... this was a whole new level. Why had she let herself fall this far? She was an animal, couldn't even think of herself as a guy anymore, and now this. She didn't know what to make of it aside from the shame wetting her eyes.

"Aw, non' o' that, doll," Ray cooed. He pulled her into a hug with one arm while his other paw came to wipe off her tears. "Ain't no chu worth their salt gon' think you's anythin' but a beauty." Penn sheepishly looked up while leaning into him for comfort. Ray nodded down at her with a soft smile. "Ain't really a chu without some paddin', y'know? Aw, hell," he pulled back just enough to give his own pudge a jiggle, "You fell for me, didn't 'cha?"

Penn didn't need to look him over to answer, but she eagerly indulged anyway. She traced her eyes over the chub softening the edges of his chiseled form. His arms, so self-evidently strong, felt like pillows to rest against. He was big enough that she could easily imagine herself comfortably sleeping atop him.

Ray brought a paw up to pet between her ears and said, "'S what I thought." When Penn looked up, Ray bent down to rub his nose into hers, and she eagerly reciprocated. In his arms, she couldn't care about being anything other than his, and she could only imagine wanting him to be hers. All the worries of what she'd left behind melted away.

She hadn't forgotten any of it. She could vividly remember all that she'd had before this moment, all that she'd wanted, all that she'd accomplished, and none of it compared to the simple fulfillment of feeling herself in his arms. She felt like a completely new person.

After all, wasn't she?

"Ray?" she asked, half her face buried in his chest. Ray looked down with that warm smile, and she could feel the beginnings of her emptiness from earlier begin to return. "I think Penny suits me better, don't you?"

"Doll," Ray chuckled with a shake of his head. "I'll call you whatever y'like." Penny leaned into his embrace further and got a firm, loving squeeze. Feeling his strength pull her in to that pillowy soft stability of his chest and belly made the nascent ache of emptiness returning below grow further. She tried to press harder into him and moaned when she felt his package rub into the length of her new entrance.

Ray pulled back to look at her with a knowing smile that made her blush. Penny knew she should've felt embarrassed for wanting to go again so soon after, but Ray's soothing touch wiped that worry away. She looked up at him, and he looked down at her. They both knew what they wanted.

They pulled away in unison as if dancing, Ray tracing a paw down Penny's side as she lay back in preparation for the dicking of her life. After her ass hit the grass, however, she realized the absurdity of laying back to get fucked. Perhaps another time, but she wanted to embrace this new side of herself. She rolled over and hoisted her ass up for Ray to admire.

He stepped back to watch, and she mourned his touch already. To bring it back as soon as possible, she waved her ass around with her tail up, fanning her scent his way to tempt him all she could. She was a natural.

In mere seconds, she felt Ray's weight on top of her. With one paw, he held himself up while his other groped her tit. She moaned as he circled her nipple with a claw, and he nipped at the back of her neck while he lined his cock up to her entrance. She felt its tip teasing at her folds and could almost scream at the anticipation. When Ray bit down a little bit harder, she mewled in excitement for him to claim her.

"Piiiika," Penny moaned, begging for relief. Her new passage ached to be filled. She needed to feel him thrusting into her, spewing his seed to fertilize her (Mew willing) bountiful store of eggs. Ray gnawed the nape of her neck a bit more to tease her, then gently pressed his way into her.

His cock was smoother than a human's, but it still had a defined head at the tip. As he pressed into her, Penny clenched hard enough to feel every nanometer as it surged into her folds. She groaned in pleasure as it slid through her, finally sating that insatiable emptiness she'd suffered through all this time. After his head had fully breached, she could feel him stretching her further, nearly to the point of pain.

Before she'd even whimpered, Ray stopped. He must've felt the resistance and knew he needed to wait for her to adjust. As much as Penny appreciated it, though, she needed that cock inside her. She clenched as hard as she could around it to feel what little she could.

Ray released her nape and said, "Relax." He nuzzled his cheek into her back, and the tingle of his charge popping into her helped soothe her worries. "Much as I'm lovin' it, ain't gon' be fun for you 'f you keep squeezin' s'hard."

"O-oh," Penny mumbled, her own cheeks sparking. Once she relaxed, the building pain started to abate, though she still felt tension from the exertion. Ray eagerly rewarded her effort by shoving more of his cock into her passage. She instinctually started to clench around it again, and Ray stopped to wait.

Knowing better, she still reveled in the feeling of squeezing around his cock. The way it pressed against her walls, her whole passage wrapping around it to feel every vein, every bulge, and even the creeping pain was such bliss she couldn't resist. It felt incredible. It didn't sate her need for more, though, so she eventually had to let go to let him in further.

Feeling him slide in was just as blissful, too. Even if relaxing lessened the resistance, Ray was still massive. Raichu were twice the size, and oh could she feel that difference within. His rod spread her nice and wide inch by lustful inch. Before it had even gotten halfway, Ray began to pull back.

It stimulated her as much as it deepened her need for more. Torturous pleasure as she felt it leave her, but feeling it rub into her was just as wonderful, too. She squeezed as hard as she could to keep him in and felt her knees tremble from the increase of pleasure. The amazing pleasure of feeling every inch rub her insides with greater and greater intensity as it dragged across her walls made her squeak in pleasure. She squeezed him so hard that she could feel his heartbeat, and he started to nip at her neck again.

Ray paused once all but his head was out, and Penny relished in the sensation a moment before relaxing to let him back in. As he started pumping back in that little bit faster this time, Penny could still feel her old self silently objecting, pleading. Beyond the pleasure, she felt a slight sting of regret, but it couldn't last once Ray's head breached even deeper this time.

"Pi!" Penny squeaked as Ray nipped just a bit harder at her neck. She got the message, though, and started clenching down on him once more as he started to pull back. She squeezed his rod for all it was worth and felt a warm dribble of pre milk out to lubricate her passage for its next penetration.

Ray growled possessively over her as he ever so slightly picked up the pace. As well as his precum, Penny had begun to fill herself with her own natural lubricant spurred on by the pleasure. Every throb of his cock slammed into her insides. Penny could feel her own juices dripping down from her sopping cunt, now.

Her cunt. _Her_cunt. She had a cunt. It felt so wrong, so delectable to feel this fat mouse jam his cock into a hole she was never meant to have. Nearly all of her past whimpers of loss had turned to moans of pleasure. Only in her deepest depths could she muster any regret for her fate, and Ray was about to pump those depths free, too. She couldn't wait.

Biting down, Ray pulled back on her nape with his grip to pump his cock in faster this time. An illusion of control--Penny could practically feel him watching her slightest tells. He seemed to know she was at her limit even before she did. Still, it felt nice to indulge in the fantasy.

She'd given up her self, and now, she could give up control.

Ray breached even deeper this time, almost too deep. Penny's passage spasmed at the intrusion, and the slight pain turned to even deeper pleasure as she pressed into her mate in even more novel ways. She only managed to clench down on his rod once he was half-way out, and he almost immediately started thrusting back into her. He was picking up the pace, and it felt better than she could ever have imagined.

Penny started pressing her ass back into him as he surged forward, sparks of pleasure bouncing down Ray's cheeks to meet and mingle with those falling from hers. He pressed deeper into her and let go of her nape, leaning down to rub his cheek into hers.

"Chaaaa," Penny cooed in blissful pleasure, feeling her vagina get filled as her lover exchanged charges with her. Both felt the other charge, and both felt a new insight into the other. In a way beyond conscious thought, or any thought she could comprehend for that matter, Penny knew Ray better, now. She returned the nuzzle, pressing her own cheek into his and felt the shiver of love shock down the length of her spine.

That moment of affection left her utterly unprepared for what was to come. Ray jerked up to chomp down on her nape once again and ripped his cock half-way out to slam deeper in, making Penny scream in pleasure. He spread her further and further with this thrust until she felt his cock hilted inside of her.

Ray had just established a new pace. He started fucking her in earnest now, one paw holding himself up while the other traced her corpulent form. Every thrust, she could feel her fat jiggle into his paw, itself, all the way through her body. He'd slam into her ass, and that ample fat rippled into the same on her back that washed the motion over and down to her belly and tits--oh, her ever more sensitive tits.

Thrusting faster and faster, harder and harder, Penny could feel him spraying more and more precum into her, making what little friction remained disappear completely and leaving only pleasure. He leaned lower and lower as he pulled her harder and harder into himself with the paw holding her up.

All at once, Penny had to hold her own weight up as well as his. Ray threw his other paw around her to squeeze her fat tits with both while he rammed into her leaking pussy. Through sheer, lust-addled strength, she managed to hold both weights up with ease. The added stimulation to her tits was about to bring her over the edge, and based on how much he was spewing into her, Ray was just as close.

Ray's paws sunk deep into her bountiful corpulence as he slammed into her, and he squeezed his own belly into her back so hard that she could feel the firm foundation of muscle that lay beneath. It was the point of no return. Even if she wanted to, Penny couldn't have pulled away. She needed to finish as much as he did.

She couldn't wait to feel their eggs inside her.

"Chuuuuuu!" they cried out in unison as Ray slammed into her, and Penny collapsed as her first orgasm as a girl washed over her. The aching pleasure ebbed out from her violently filled pussy and washed her in euphoria.

Ray slammed into her a few more times, and then she could feel him begin to spray his load. She could feel him filling her with his precious seed, and her cunt milked out the perfect cum enough that she even goaded him into a few more thrusts. Even a man as virile as him, though, had limits to his energy. After pumping into her a few more times, he collapsed on top of her.

His obese form pressed her own into the grass beneath her, and she relished in feeling their fat press into each other. Her fat stretched out enough beneath her to push against her arms, if only slightly.Penny was happy to let herself drift off to sleep beneath him in the afterglow, but Ray had other plans.

Hooking his paws beneath her, he wrapped his arms into the pudge he was smooshing and rolled over beside her. With a simple twist, Ray placed Penny on top of himself to let her rest on his soft belly. Penny scooched forward to press her cheek into his and share her charge. The motion made Ray's payload leak out of her pussy, but she was too tired to care. If she didn't get an egg this time, they could try again.

They drifted off to sleep together. Penny couldn't wait to wake up beside him.

~~~~~~

Food came from the standard spot beneath the fountain. As Penny tried to get up and head towards it, though, her gravid belly protested. It had only been a day, and already she felt something massive and hard rattling around inside. After breakfast, she found she could only manage to walk on all fours.

That, admittedly, kind of turned her on. It felt like falling even further from her past humanity, and she relished in being further forced to let it go. Making eggs was hard work, though! She was hungry, and she needed her food!

She rocked to the side to throw her forepaw forward and managed the first step in her journey. When she looked up to gauge how many more she'd need, she saw Ray walking over with her portion. The sight gave her a sigh of relief.

Ray had been so doting ever since she woke. He seemed as eager as her to see their new little miracles enter the world. If Penny was still cynical, she might've thought it was only because she'd let him back inside when he rubbed her billowing belly after breakfast. She just couldn't think of Ray that way, though. He was too sweet.

"Here you go, my pretty Penny," Ray said, presenting her food to her with a happy flick of his tail.

"Thank you," Penny cooed back. Seeing him so happily help almost made her want to cry. He headed back to his portion, and she started on her own. She wanted to wait so they could eat together, but her stomach ached. Despite being full of eggs that had to be bigger than her, she felt completely empty within. She'd have eaten entire trees of apples if her belly let her.

And humans talked about eating for two. Cute.

When she started to eat, that ache only started to get worse. She tried to eat faster to quell it, but when it started to migrate lower, she realized it probably wasn't hunger. Was she really horny again? So soon? She wouldn't have minded, but another shift in her belly finally brought her the correct answer.

"Oh Arceus," Penny groaned. She lay back and held her paws on her aching tummy. An egg wobbled barely at all into her passage and already began stretching her wider than even Ray had. Ray grabbed one of her paws with his own and started cooing soft encouragement. Penny was too overwhelmed to understand him, but it helped her so much anyway.

All of the last regrets she thought Ray had fucked out of her hit her at once. She wasn't supposed to be a pikachu, she wasn't supposed to be a girl, and she _certainly_wasn't supposed to be laying eggs! What happened? How could she have let this become of herself?

All that terror made it all the better when she pushed it aside to start trying to push that egg out. She squeezed Ray's paw so hard that she felt his bones groan in protest, yet he didn't even flinch. He kept his coos coming with only the lightest wince in his face. The egg spread her day old passage wider, wider, so much wider than she ever thought anything could stretch without tearing open. This had to be her limit.

And then, she felt the one behind it start pressing into her cervix. It poked and prodded at her inner opening as she tried to push the monstrosity out. The sheer pain made her see white, yet it felt so right. It felt amazing to fully give in to what she shouldn't even be able to do.

Her first egg started poking her pussy's entrance (or exit, in this case), and the stimulation made her squirm. It pressed against her folds, spread her so wide. The slightest undercurrent of pleasure came to soothe almost an iota of the pain.

She pushed, pushed, pushed to finally have it breach her pussy. It started poking out, exposing her insides to the air. A cool breeze chilled her burning pussy as the massive egg started ripping her apart from the waist up. It pulled her wider, wider, wider and wider open than she could possibly imagine. When she finally hazarded a glance down, it hadn't even gotten halfway out.

Guttural screams filled the enclosure. Penny used every bit of air in her lungs to wail as she used any energy she could muster to force it out. It got harder and harder, her vision growing spotty as her breath failed her and the pain overwhelmed her.

All at once, the tension reversed. The egg finally breached its widest section, and the slope jettisoned it out of her pussy. It was almost comical to see it shoot out and roll a few feet across the grass.

The next egg slamming her cervix open erased what little humor she could get from the situation. At least its sibling had already widened her plenty, but the exhaustion made it just as hard. If there was another in there, she was honestly just going to hold it.

But, there wasn't. She could feel her womb relieved at its fresh emptiness. And it hurt, oh it hurt, and it was hard--oh was it hard--but Ray stayed by her the entire time. He did nothing but help her, comfort her, even when she thought she could hear his paw popping from her squeezes. He looked down at her with a pained smile, knowing full well that she was enduring worse.

After a million eternities, Penny felt the second egg pop out of her. She could barely keep her eyes open. Ray leaned down to lend some of his charge to her. She wanted to tell him she needed to rest, but then she saw why.

He rushed to bring the first egg over to her. A yellow egg with a black 'scarf' pattern around its center. Her--no--_their_first egg. She held it, tears in her eyes, and began to wholeheartedly sob. More than ever before, no matter what, Penny now knew for certain that she was happy to be what she'd become.

Finally, Penny felt all of her regrets leave her.

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It had been a few weeks since that fateful day. Doctor Mendel took some convincing, but she seemed to understand once Penny finally got through to her. She told Penny she'd take care of it all for her. Though she never explained what that meant, it had somehow led to a very.

Very awkward meeting with Penny's parents. Penny didn't really think they understood. She didn't think she understood herself, really. But, even during the tearful goodbye, she knew it was right.

As she lay next to her mate, as she watched her hatchlings amble around their enclosure, held her newest egg with another already forming inside her, the other hatchling sucking at her teat, Penny was happy. She had a family she loved. Maybe Penny had just lost all of herself already, but she couldn't bring herself to regret it. Her new life was a good one filled with love.

The sex wasn't bad, either.