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“You're really thinking it'll be fine?"

Marina nodded. “I think so. I mean, it's been, what, six and a half weeks now? He's kept his tongue at least, even if he's still not on board."

Kerry didn't seem as confident. “That's true and all, but it's a little bit different. You and I can look at him and not really feel much from the way he grouses, but Bramford's got that aura sense. Even if Jason's only thinking it, it could be awkward for him."

“Ah...well, maybe, but he doesn't want to be driven off so easily, either. He likes being able to help out from time to time, and you know he makes moving some of the heavier stuff a lot easier."

“Is this about the new testing room being set up?" Raine strode into the break room, looking pretty chipper. “It's gonna be so nice getting to play with some new toys, finally. Been almost a year since they proposed these experiments, almost can't believe Morgan finally got off his ass and ordered the stuff."

“Just make sure you don't overdo it," cautioned Kerry. “I still remember your 'punch speed test' with that Machamp."

“Hey, he was all for it! I didn't do anything he didn't want to do!"

“You're supposed to step in if they try to overdo it, though," Marina pointed out. “You could get in trouble for that sort of thing if they think you're trying to abuse them. We're just saying, make sure the curiosity doesn't overpower the duty."

Raine frowned. “Yeah, I know. I do feel a bit bad about that, but you guys don't have to keep harping on it, I haven't had another episode like that since then."

“Hey, reminders are how we keep you honest. It's not like we're browbeating you, just reminding every now and then."

“That could be construed as browbeating! I'm sure people on those court shows would agree!"

“The judges wouldn't," cracked Kerry.

“Oh, please, they're being browbeaten all the time...probably worse than any of us, really-"

The door opened again, and in stepped Jason. Of course their conversation stopped as that happened, a lingering air of tension falling over the room. Once again, just as he had pretty much every day, he gave them a dark look as he passed by them - it wasn't as sharp as it had been earlier on after his change, but it still wasn't anything close to contrite or amicable. Marina and Kerry were content to let it pass as usual, keep waiting for something to happen...Raine, however, was not feeling so inclined to quiet this time. “Are you still grousing? Do you think being sulky and bitter's gonna make things better on its own?"

“I've got nothing to say to you," grumbled Jason huffily as he poured himself his coffee.

“Nothing, huh? You know, I was rather surprised how quickly you shut up. First few days you were swearing, threatening us, demanding we get you back to normal...haven't heard you yapping about any of that in weeks. Especially that last one. What, did you stop being in a hurry to get back to normal? Or are you just getting used to-"

“I'm NOT getting used to it!" Jason suddenly spat, making Kerry jump a bit. “Just because I gave up trying to reason with youuuuuu women, doesn't mean I want this any more than I ever did! It's already bad enough I have to live with this, I don't need you rubbing it in my face!"

“You could put a stop to it at any time if you really wanted to," Raine replied without a hint of sympathy or concern. “You're the one who's keeping it this way by refusing to change your attitudes. Is hating women really that important to you that you'd give up your precious manhood forever to keep at it?"

“...I don't have to listen to this. Leave me alone." Without another word Jason stomped out, though he left a layer of that pall of awkwardness behind.

“...Jeez, Raine. And YOU were complaining about being browbeaten?" remarked Kerry, sounding slightly incredulous.

“Not my fault the big baby can't grow up. I'm getting tired of him acting like a pill, if he's not gonna change his ways he deserves to be called out."

“I'm not sure that's helpful," said Marina. “I mean, yeah, I'm annoyed he's still resisting so much, too, but do you really think going after him like that'll change his mind?"

Raine shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not. Honestly I don't know what's going on in his head. But, hey, you guys said it best - reminders, right? I just felt like giving him a dose of perspective...we'll see if it takes."

———

Raine's words did in fact have an effect on Jason. Perhaps not precisely the one she was going for, but one that was fairly impactful nonetheless. Because Jason HAD been rather quiet on that front lately, not making any effort to try to goad them into ending his punishment already or trying to take matters into his own hands. And being reminded of that, it had put it in the fore of his mind properly...leading him to question his own actions.

Why haven't I fought harder? I do want to go back to normal, don't I? There's only one way that's going to happen...well, MAYBE two ways, but like hell I want to grovel to them...why am I not trying to force the issue?

It was easy enough to come up with an excuse...time and energy, each of which he was rather lacking lately thanks to his nightly excursions to sate the need in his loins. He hadn't been getting as much sleep recently, being very reliant on coffee to keep himself going, and he was sure it was affecting his work as well, but he had his priorities. Or so he wanted to think, but it was harder to excuse him not acting on them...if getting back to normal was a priority, why was he letting himself go back into the habitats every evening to be fucked like a bitch by Pokémon?

I can't let this keep happening. I need to stop letting this cunt rule me...I need to take control back and start making things happen. No matter how bad it gets, I have to stop letting myself be so...slutty. I don't care if there's corruption, surely I can do it, I've done challenging things before.

And the first step of that was not using anything as an excuse to avoid it. He wouldn't be going for a visit tonight, he'd be going home, riding out the need and beating it, hopefully once and for all. All he needed to do was make sure his Pokémon didn't get any funny ideas...the scent on him was enticing, and he wasn't sure he could blame them if they were tempted to have a go at him after smelling him. There were ways of reducing scents, though, the lab had some supplies for that, he doubted a few going missing would be especially noticed so long as the supplies were fairly robust, it wasn't like they were in constant use.

A sense of determination rose in him...and then was quickly combated by a tingle in his nethers. A little reminder that this wasn't going to be easy...but he could overcome. Right?

———

It started out well enough…from a certain standpoint, anyway.

Jason managed to get out of the lab as he had hoped. That didn't mean it was easy to tear himself away from what had become his normal - the need was once again fierce in his loins, and the desire to sate it just awful. But he knew he had to try to fight it if he wanted to regain any control of himself, so he powered through it as best he could. Agon would probably wonder why he'd ditched, but he could confront the Pangoro when he had finally staved that burn off.

He'd also managed to get some of the stronger scent masks and pads snuck out of one of the supply closets. He been using stuff like this since the change to hide the truth from his own Pokémon, but they weren't sufficient for the way he was leaking now. Using them to cover up the scent of himself was a bit awkward, but vital to the success of his efforts, he was sure of it. It wasn't going to be perfect, but he could explain away what remained - the scents of other Pokémon were getting on him frequently just due to his work, and there were females as part of the lab studies, even if he'd gotten much more 'cozy' with the males. His own mons weren't terribly interested in his work, so they wouldn't ask too many questions, he was pretty confident.

The X factor was that intractable feeling of need. He had hoped leaving the lab would settle it, getting him out of the presence of familiar scents that had become associated with his submission and the corruption, but that wasn't the case - it built slowly during the drive home, providing a distraction he really could have done without. It forced him to slow down his drive, which meant longer before he got home, which meant longer for it to build...not to mention his mind was having a hard time keeping on his driving, repeatedly straying towards thoughts of big-dicked Pokémon plowing him. He somehow managed to make it back without too much trouble, but his distraction nearly caused him to miss a couple of stop lights and swerve a bit too quickly at one corner; he was definitely glad to be off the road.

A bit of fumbling with his keys later, he stepped inside his home...and was instantly assaulted by rather potent male Pokémon scents. He winced, almost staggering a bit...ever since the change, he'd noticed them more strongly than ever, but this time they almost bowled him over. Had they been doing something that had spread them around, or was his needy state just making him more receptive to them? Maybe it was both...he felt the pad in his groin start to moisten a bit, and hoped that it was as effective at trapping scent as he was aiming for.

Moving further in, he found his Pokémon lounging casually in the main room. Of course the scents would be strongest here...it was almost a little like a test, pushing himself to endure it without breaking. Maybe once he'd been in there for a while it'd get easier. “Hey, guys...you been busy in here?"

“Well, well, look who it is...finally decided to come home in time for dinner, did you?" It was a good-natured chide from his Nidoking, Treg.

“Yeah, I know, it's been a while...finally was able to break away from the late nights for a bit, at least."

“Never thought I'd see you have to put in so much overtime," remarked Bangel, his Kommo-o. “Thought you said the lab didn't really have a need for it, since the Pokémon pretty much did their own thing and didn't need a lot of oversight."

“New experiments. You know, there's always a fight for funding, and sometimes you gotta put in the extra mile. I just happened to draw the short straw."

“Sure you're not seeing anyone on the sly?" chuckled Meritor, his Passimian. “Could swear I smell a little female on you. Catch the interest of one of your experiments, or just hiding a date from us so we don't swipe her from you?"

Jason had to keep from tensing up a bit. His crew made jokes about being interested in human females here and there, and usually that was of no consequence to him...now, though, it was a bit of a reminder of some of what got him in this mess in the first place. It wasn't THEIR fault, though, everyone knew Pokémon got attracted to humans pretty easily and didn't exactly have the same taboos over sex - a consequence of being able to reproduce with creatures that looked up to literally nothing like you. “I think there's one or two who are, uh, I dunno, in heat or something? They're certainly noticeable, even to me."

“You'd think they'd be able to find someone in there," grunted Tsylas, Jason's Feraligatr and last of the group. “Pokémon only get like that when they haven't gotten any for too long. Or take something to put them in it. I'm not sure why they'd really enjoy that, but I'm not a female, I just take care of them."

“I'm not sure what the deal is, I haven't asked and I'm not sure I want to dally around long enough to find out."

“What, you worried about her jumping your bone or something?" Treg gave a little playful growl. “Might help you forget about some of those dates you're always complaining about, you know."

“Goodness, no. I'm not desperate." He was trying to believe that, anyway...he certainly wasn't desperate in the way that he was trying to suggest, but things were getting wetter down there and the proximity to the studly males wasn't helping...nor was his mind immediately jumping to the idea of 'studly males.'

“Ah, come on, we all have needs sometimes, ain't nothing wrong with taking care of them," snickered Meritor. “Gotta be better than whining about not getting laid all the time."

“Excuse you, I do NOT whine about that all the time." The slight wasn't very nice, but it was actually kind of welcome, the affront distracting him a bit from his troublesome loins. “I've certainly expressed my opinion after being treated poorly by those I give the honor of a date to, but that's as far as I go."

“Yeah, but we know you stew over it more than that." Jason glowered at Bangel, who just grinned back. “Don't give me that look, you know I'm right. We're just telling you there's things you can do, right?"

“I get the feeling he doesn't want to hear it," remarked Tsylas with an eye roll. “Much as I don't. Can't we just relax? Jason's dealing with enough, he doesn't need us piling on."

Thank goodness for the Feraligatr, who was more right than he knew. “Yeah, I think I'd rather not talk about this. Ah, let me go get changed and then I'll get some chow ready for us." He made a rather hasty exit, hurrying towards his bedroom and the attached bathroom, the less male-suffused air helping to shake the fuzz from his head. He was leaking madly, though...his body knew there were four big male Pokémon nearby, and it wanted them BAD. He hoped his supplies would be enough to last him out the rest of the day...unless he got a hold of himself, they wouldn't be a long-term solution. But once he had himself in control and them on board, he wouldn't have to hide it anymore...he'd made it this far, surely he could keep going.

———

His confidence may not have been entirely warranted.

Jason had resolved that he needed to act as normal as possible - they would start to get suspicious if he was evasive, because he was almost NEVER evasive with his Pokémon. They were the boys, they were HIS boys, they could talk about anything together. So even with the constant distraction, he felt it was important to at least give the impression of normalcy. Besides, he figured that was the best way to push past the struggles.

It didn't take long for him to feel that this was a misjudgment. Hanging around them exposed Jason to more of their potent scents, which were driving his body wild. He could barely focus on eating, the need in his cunt was leaking into his brain, telling him the only thing he should be getting into his mouth were virile male Pokémon cocks. He could swear he could almost taste them already, the odors heavy in the air were almost flavoring the food he was eating, and it was impossible to shove the thoughts away...and he could feel himself getting wetter the more he dwelled on it. Was his own scent coming out, despite his best efforts? If it was, they weren't saying it, but he couldn't help but squirm uncomfortably being so near to them.

“You doing all right, there?" Treg's voice made him jump a bit.

“Fine! Just, ngh, a little sore, been running around a lot these past few weeks, uh, being kept busy way more than usual." It was true, in a way...he was DEFINITELY being kept busy, in a way that was talking below the belt.

“You definitely look like you could use some relaxation," the Nidoking agreed. “You wanna dose of something?"

“...No, thank you." Jason rather did, actually, want something, and he was pretty sure Treg could suppress the heat...but it was no guarantee that he could do so without repercussion. Corruption was sticky, and sometimes the measures you took against it could make things worse...it was something to keep in mind for later, if he could determine it was safe. What Treg was probably actually offering, a relaxant or slight intoxicant, would probably have just destroyed his fragile restraint.

Things didn't get much better, as the Pokémon started talking rather energetically about some of the fun they'd been having the past few days. Jason usually wouldn't have minded hearing about it, even the raunchy parts - in some ways he sort of vicariously enjoyed their conquests, at least the ones that had the potential to interest him - but for obvious reasons, it was not something he needed right now, and it was unusually graphic even for them. But the worst part about it…every single one of them was talking about humans.

“You guys really oughta hit the underground fight rings more often," Meritor declared with a wide grin. “I was in the mix a few days ago, made sure to put on a good show for them. And it was against a human female, no less."

“Sounds like a totally fair fight," snickered Tsylas.

“Snrk, like anyone goes there for FAIR fights! Because three out of every four humans are really taking on Pokémon seriously rather than putting on a show before throwing the match. But this chick was serious, she was definitely a fighter! She might actually have stood a decent chance against some mons, but you get matched up against a Fighting-type as a human and the match is already decided."

“Attitudes like that are the ones that get more asses kicked than you'd think," Treg snorted.

“Yeah, yeah, you show me the human who can stand up to ANY of us and I'll tone it down. But seriously, she was probably the best fighter I'd been up against, blew most of the dudes out of the water." A cackle from the Passimian. “Didn't stop me from spearing my dick into her in front of a bunch of hooting Pokémon and humans and making her scream as I soaked her cunt." Jason tensed slightly, imagining the scene in his head…and inevitably, he saw himself in the place of the woman, playing the exact same role…he shook his head, trying to dispel the image, but it wasn't going away easily.

“Better not have," agreed Bangel. “They know what they're getting into when they sign up for those fights, no one hides what happens to the loser, you'd get a pissed crowd if you held back."

“Oh, hell yeah, that's the best part. It's basically consensual rape. You get all the fight, the resistance, the conquest, but everyone's agreed to it, so it's all above-board. A good way to indulge those urges. And hell, after I took her to the showers, she even said she signed up because she wanted to improve and wanted something with actual consequences to push her."

“I assume round two happened while you were in the showers," remarked Treg.

“Rounds two AND three, I'll have you know."

“Nice. Didn't get quite so many cracks at the girl two nights ago, but I made the most of it."

“Oh, really?" Tsylas growled cheekily. “I've never known you to call an early end to things."

“Quiet, you. It was a stage show, you don't get to linger around, you gotta get your in and out so that the next one can come up. And trust me, you all woulda wanted in if you'd been there, she was trussed up and helpless, gagged nice and tight, no way she was getting out until her handler was satisfied. And I'm pretty sure said handler was the Malamar off in the corner…he didn't even look to be close to moving the whole time, I'll bet she was at it for hours." Once again, Jason's head brought the idea to mind, unbidden, and quickly replaced the female with himself. Tied up, exposed, helpless as one mon after another used him…the wetness in his loins was starting to get a bit uncomfortable.

“And let me guess, you're sure you blew them all out of the water?" cracked Meritor.

“Of course I did. Gave her everything I had, got her since and sensitive, heated up nice and strong, and plowed her with everything I had for a good fifteen minutes. Oh, the way she was screaming in bliss behind that gag…it's so much fun having them so muffled and still being able to hear every word of praise, she was calling me an actual god, at one point she was even saying I could breed her."

“Hopefully you didn't bite for that," said Tsylas.

“Hah, don't think I wasn't tempted, but I know the rules, and there was nothing saying she was allowed or open to that, so I kept myself in check. I get enough chances where they make that an option anyway."

“Someone's gonna do a study on the male Nidorans around here and wonder why so many of them have the same genetic markers," Bangel snickered. “But I might have you beat, from the club last night…at least I got in there, Tsylas couldn't even manage that, and it was his idea."

“Hey, I had a perfectly good time OUTSIDE the club, I'll have you know," the Feraligatr responded indignantly. “You know me, I don't like it when it's THAT crowded and loud in there, and they had that music I hate in there. I don't want pounding bass, I want pounding asses, and I can get THAT outside if I have to."

“Did you?"

“Hell, yeah." Tsylas gave a wide, toothy grin. “That and then some. Actually got three different guys pumped full of my jizz. But the first was definitely the best…I went back behind the building and saw a shy male human, looking like he was trying to work up the courage to get in there, and based on where his hand was, the boner to draw eyes to him. Chatted him up a few minutes, he was such a damn novice, didn't have any idea what to expect, he just wanted to lose his virginity. And I told him he could tell all his friends he lost his virginity to a Feraligatr."

“Khh, I don't know HOW you do it," Meritor said with a shake of his head. “What is this, the sixth human you've broken in? How do you find 'em? I haven't even had one newbie!"

“It's not like it's THAT different," rumbled Treg. “Humans're small enough that first or hundredth time, we're gonna stretch 'em out nice and wide anyway."

“Yeah, but still, it's about leaving that first impression! And easy for you to downplay it, you've had a few yourself because you can smell it better than the rest of us!"

“You'll just have to learn to be lucky, eh?" chuckled Tsylas. “I gave it to him, though, made sure he got the full experience…and I mean FULL, he was nice and bloated by the time I was done pouring my all into him. Even got to do my favorite position, got 'im in a tight hold and sat down and just went to down, pulling him down like he was a seasoned slut. He was SO flexible for a virgin, they usually want ya to take it nice and slow, but this one wanted my cock to ruin him, or at least try as hard as I could." Jason felt a heat creeping to his face imagining Tsylas drilling a human like that…this time his mind filled in the blank from the start, putting him in place of the other, being conquered by that beastly gator cock. A challenge to get that thought out of mind, especially because what his head really wanted to go back to were the other deviant ones…

“Not bad, not bad at all…but you still missed out a bit," Bangel remarked, grinning with that look that he had something particularly juicy to spill.

“You must really think so if you're being THAT coy," Meritor remarked.

“Oh, trust me. You'd've killed to have the chance. It's a rare treat that none of us get to enjoy very often, even less frequently than first-timers."

“Seriously, just say it already, the build-up's overkill," growled Tsylas.

“Oh, we'll see if you're still saying that. Feast on this: trans dude."

Immediately all three were suddenly very interested. “PLEASE tell me he still had a pussy," Treg said eagerly.

“100% breeder down below. And not just that, but he WANTED it, too - you could tell, his choice and his pleasure." Suddenly, Jason could have sworn he thought he saw Bangel's eyes flicker towards him. But it passed so quickly he thought maybe it was his imagination. “And the moment he saw me, he was all over me. Wanted my cock like it was elixir of life. Which, as it turns out, might not've been too far off the truth."

“Okay, THAT'S a bit more cocky than even I'D get," Treg laughed. “And I can LITERALLY make people addicted to my dick."

“Heh, I didn't mean it that way, though. I meant life as in new life…I could smell it on him. My dude was fertile, and he was crossable. Wasn't a full-on frenzy, it was low-grade, don't know if he was trying or just liked the risk of it, but there was definitely a chance of putting an egg in there. And of course I only realized this while I was leaning back in my seat, yanking him down like I was trying to push right out the other end." There went that mental image again, Jason's fingers curling into his seat cushion as his brain once again inserted him into that scene…except somehow it was even more potent, because it was about as close a match to him as any of their dalliances. It streamlined the image when things lined up so much.

And he could swear Bangel was giving him looks again, but he couldn't really PROVE it, as the Kommo-o continued. “And I was THIS close to stopping the whole thing, trying to ask what he wanted…and then he leans forward onto me, looks me in the eye with this desperate look, and practically BEGS me to lock him."

“Holy FUCK, you're gonna make me pop a fat one right here." Treg's voice had a huskiness to it that made his arousal even more clear. “If you didn't fuckin' do just that, I'm gonna have to revoke your cock and balls permanently."

“What do you take me for? I couldn't have hilted him fast enough. Flared that ring out and flooded his womb with the biggest load I've pumped out in a damn year. If that didn't do the trick it wasn't meant to be…probably won't ever know if it took, but hell if I didn't make it as likely as I could. And having him laying on me moaning and squeezing down on me, damn if I didn't feel more satisfied than I've felt in ages."

“No kidding, I couldn't be more envious," sighed Meritor. “Most of 'em wouldn't be nearly comfortable enough to go someplace like that…I'd wanna give one that was all the good times they could ever ask for."

“Would help if normie humans weren't all uptight about that shit," Tsylas agreed. “Oughta treat it more like we do, you know? Ain't no big deal to have some variety out there, and ain't like everyone pops outta the egg exactly as they wanted to be. Or maybe they did but it still ain't right for them."

“Definitely," Treg rounded out the sentiment. “I've said it, you know, more human dudes should have cunts."

“And I'VE said that's a dangerous thing to hear coming from someone who could make it happen," snickered Bangel.

“Bah, truth is truth! Buncha them obsessed with dick size, treating it like some big-ass mystery what happens with them, acting like they should cater to their whims regardless of the person that's got them…maybe if more human guys had pussies they'd stop being so nutso about everything to do with them. And they'd know what it was like to get fucked in one, too…hrrr, they'd stop thinking less of them once they felt a nice cock shoving in and out of one, I'd bet, making them moan and scream, maybe better than their own dick ever did…"

Jason suddenly jumped up, flushed and sweaty, trying not to be totally intimidated by the sudden looks. “S-sorry! I, uh, I've got a bit of…um, stomach trouble…n-need to hit the bathroom quick!" He hurried away, thankfully not getting any questioning after him, because he would've crumbled at the slightest pressure at that point. He rushed up the stairs, into his bedroom - bypassing the bathroom entirely, which he knew might give him away but at this point he wasn't totally thinking straight - and threw off his clothes as fast as he could, his pants completely soaked as the pad was sopping wet. He'd cracked HARD under the pressure, the urges couldn't be ignored anymore, not after all the raunchy talk, the mental images, the lusty scents, the incessant burn inside him that almost demanded he get something into him and pouring virile cum to soothe it…had he spent one more minute down there, he would have been begging for them, breaking completely. And they wouldn't have given it a second thought…

He flopped onto his bed, one hand working two, three, four fingers inside him, desperately trying to relieve the need, to get himself some little bit of satisfaction, some little bit of control. But even as he was doing so, the images come to him, setting down in his head, of the four of them doing what they were doing, images of their bodies and their dicks, all serving to heat him up, make the need burn hotter. He didn't know what he was doing, he'd never tried to masturbate like this, he was just winging it and it wasn't doing the trick, only making him needier, as if he needed to be. And there was the other thought running through him - they wouldn't help me, they'd tell me to get over it, they wouldn't even care - the entire purpose of his trying to hold out completely undermined, and the worst part was, fixating on that thought only seemed to arouse him MORE, like their 'betrayal' was exactly what he wanted and needed. At what point was there no higher feeling of need left to go? He didn't know, but there was every chance he'd find out, his flexing fingers doing nothing to diminish it…

The door swung open, making Jason yelp - he hadn't even realized he hadn't properly closed it. Before he could do anything, though, Bangel rushed forth, almost pouncing on him, grabbing his wrists and pinning them to the bed. His fierce gaze almost bore into Jason, the human couldn't look away from the Kommo-o, that raw power and dominance on display now as Bangel licked his chops like Jason was a piece of meat. “Just as I thought…no way that was 'Pokémon' heat, not when the only breeder scent was from you…all the other scents were the spunk that's been pumped into you." Jason felt a shiver run through him - that deep dragon voice was slightly accusatory…but not in the hostile way…no, there was EXCITEMENT there. “Means you've been holding out on us all this time…rrr, all that 'overtime' was just you getting railed, wasn't it?"

Jason knew he shouldn't, but he gave the slightest of nods, almost involuntarily. As he did, he saw what was dripping onto him - that thick, daunting Kommo-o cock, standing at full attention. Studded with small, angled bumps, which flexed and rubbed, but the more notable feature was the flexing ring of small plates at the base of the pointed head - the part which flared out and 'locked' when a Kommo-o went deep enough, trapping them inside until their release was finished. Every drop of that seed fated to pack inside him until the dragon was done, maximizing the chances of a successful breeding…Jason didn't even realize how much he was panting and staring until he heard Bangel rumble above him. “Starting to get it, Jason? Just WHY so many humans go for us? Heh, you tried to pretend, but you're not any different, are you?" Bangel leaned in, mouth next to Jason's ear as he dropped it lower. “I know you were paying attention down there…heard what I did to that guy in the club. That's what I'm gonna do to YOU…and you're gonna tell me, right now, how much you want it."

Resistance was futile. Even if it hadn't been, it had been crushed to dust like a pebble under Bangel's foot. Jason could only spread his legs for that thick cock and plead to the dragon it was attached to. “P-please…Bangel…f-fuck me…stuff…me full…pound me li-ike you're ruining me…and…l…lock me…"

“Heh, without question." Bangel pushed forward, his right hand slipping under Jason's back and gripping him tight as his left still held those wrists over the human's head. The head pressed against Jason's entrance, and then he THRUST - and what a thrust it was, making Jason jerk and cry out as his body immediately shot a mini-orgasm through him, his extreme lust and sensitivity getting him so keyed up there was little that needed to be done to shove him over. And still Bangel was doing a HELL of a lot, and he wasn't even thrusting in all the way - the point of his cock stopping just at the right pressure against Jason's cervix, threatening but not breaching yet.

“Rrrr…fuck, your cunt feels good." Jason jerked again at hearing that. His own dragon, a partner he'd been holding onto hope for so long that he would help him fix things, asserting and approving of the way he was now…it shattered conclusively any illusion that they would do anything other than use him. And he needed that, he couldn't even try to deny anything about it…and with the other three stepping in and watching as Bangel hammered into him, clearly erect, clearly giving off more of that musk, which he'd soon be swimming in and would be priming him for more arousal, more need…all of them clearly planning to use him rather than help him, clearly not bothered at all by what happened…and at the moment, Jason couldn't care, couldn't want anything else, he needed it too much, needed that furious fucking that he was destined to receive from all of them.

And boy, was Bangel providing a potent opening salvo. Even while several inches of thick, knobby cock not pushing inside yet, he was delivering a plowing that was on par with or even more intense than any he'd had at the lab. His walls were rabidly scraped by those little bumps, making him jerk and spasm and leak all over; that pointed head was bumping deviously against that tight spot deep within him, loosening him up and promising to overpower him before long; and ring was already flexing, spreading out and rubbing sharply along his insides and making him almost tingle. Every thrust was wildly powerful yet tightly controlled, the Kommo-o knew exactly what he was doing and was doing it with incredible expertise…Jason was gasping, crying out, shuddering from raw bliss, the most wanton and sluttiest display he'd put on yet, zero inhibition or reluctance.

“Damn, this is what we've been missing out on?" growled Treg salaciously, as he squeezed and rubbed at his own cock, keeping it nice and primed for his turn. “Never woulda thought he'd be so vocal, it's revvin' me up bad."

“I'm not the audiophile you are, but it sure as hell works for me, too," chuckled Tsylas. “Louder than mosta the humans I get."

“And lookit him squirm!" Meritor cackled. “Usually gotta have a type advantage to get 'em THAT wound up!"

The commentary only made Jason feel hotter, and he was about to lose it yet again - a much more potent and thorough climax was building in him, driven into him through the spikes of pleasure by that conquering dragon cock. His eyes rolled back as he was on the verge of release - and that was when Bangel chose to strike, driving himself in to the hilt and breaking through to Jason's womb. The human screamed out as the intense sensation blew up that pleasure, sending him into a dizzying climax that had him thrashing under Bangel, the powerful Kommo-o keeping him stable enough to keep fucking him through his climax. His thrusts were far shorter now, not pulling out at all, the flared scaly ring locking him inside Jason until he did what he came to do.

It didn't take much longer - Bangel's voice roared out and his body rang blissfully as he unloaded his draconic essence into Jason. The forceful shots hit hard inside Jason, making him even more breathless as he tried to endure both his own furious orgasm and the intensity of Bangel's. He was already feeling so full, nothing could escape that thick blockade, and there was no way the Kommo-o would leave until every drop he could produce was nestled inside his depths - and he had so much to give, Jason could feel the stretch getting stronger, and it felt SO good…

When Jason finally slumped back, he was already a heaving, sweaty mess, moaning constantly with each release of air as he felt that thick cock stay firmly planted inside him. So different from being breached, or even knotted, that feeling of that studly dragon literally locking into his defenseless depths felt wildly thrilling, on a level he couldn't even fully understand. Maybe because it felt somehow wrong, a deeper violation than he should have been able to feel…or maybe it was because it made him feel truly defenseless, utterly vulnerable to the powerful dragon growling pleasantly over him. He still felt so full, with no movement coming quickly, he just had to take the feeling of that thick spunk being blocked off from any release by that massive tool, until the Kommo-o was finally finished.

Which felt like it took a while, particularly with several other big mons bearing down on him eagerly. Meritor was the first to join in, clambering onto the bed near Jason's head, dragging his smooth but musky cock over the human's face. “I can't wait any longer, get that mouth to work, bud."

“You're passing up the prime spot?" Bangel asked curiously.

“I'll get my chance." That was a very determined statement that Jason felt sure would be fulfilled. And he didn't bother saying anything about it, instead opening his mouth and licking and slurping at the Passimian's tool, the salty and musky taste getting all over his face and up in his mouth in nose. He'd been reluctantly getting better at using his mouth for pleasure - orders and demands from the Pokémon at the lab who wanted him to do more of the work if he wasn't going to change his ways - but this was the first time he'd felt as uninhibited over it, almost eager even…his tongue ran along the entire underside, right up to the monkey's sheath, feeling those balls rub onto his face a bit and leave their oily muskiness all over him.

Bangel finally relaxed enough to pull out, that ring scratching a bit but dragging out of Jason's depths, scraping along his passage until he was finally extracted with a pop. But Jason still felt quite loose, primed and ready for someone to take Bangel's place and add to the mess - and that someone was Tsylas, the Feraligatr stepping up within moments. He grabbed Jason's legs and tried to turn him, and Meritor helped out, flipping Jason onto his front; that thick, rubbery, slick Feraligatr cock pressed up to his nether lips, while Meritor pushed his cock partway into Jason's mouth, letting salty precum leak into the human that Jason fought to swallow. His tongue started to play with the tip of the Passimian's tool, shifting a little bit to try to bob more on it.

That wasn't easy to focus on when Tsylas shoved his cock inside his gaping cunt, slamming in all the way with virtually no hint of resistance. Jason was so stretched open, and Tsylas was so incredibly slick and slippery, that even that first thrust seemed like it was lubed up to the max, even though his sheer girth was still providing quite a potent stretch for the human. It was far cooler than most he had taken, but it felt GOOD, causing him to moan around Meritor's cock delightfully, intentionally squeezing down on it and encouraging the Feraligatr to step it up. Which didn't go unnoticed by the gator, who growled eagerly as he leaned forward and started bucking in with more fervor. “Hah, he's clenching on me like he can't bear to let me go. I never thought I'd see Jason this fuckin' needy and greedy, it's a hell of a change."

“Hah, no kidding. He's not bad with his mouth, either." Meritor was using his hand to help things along now, but still making Jason do most of the work, and the human's tongue was working over everywhere it had to. The Passimian was big, but Jason had taken so many big cocks by now that he was used to it, and it wasn't throwing him off anymore; he focused on licking over the tip when he could, delving down and taking it all the way down his throat, then slurping and swallowing as he pulled back, massaging that staff with his throat muscles and being rewarded by the musky taste and scent and the feeling of salty pre pouring down his throat. His hands were free now, but he only held Meritor's thighs, bracing himself to worship the Passimian more. “Wonder where he learned all these tricks…probably all those late nights at the lab, bet he was getting this day after day."

Tsylas snickered. “You can smell it on 'im, he's been getting rut like nobody's business. Thought it was funny there were all these scent maskers in the air lately, he's been trying not to let on how absolutely fucked he's been."

They had him sussed out, but at the moment Jason didn't care - all he cared about was the thick scent of Passimian all over him, and the raw rubbery girth plowing his cunt. Tsylas was hung huge, but he was pounding away without any difficulty at all, sliding back and forth with his naturally-lubed tool. He was gushing precum copiously, it felt like he was spurting as much into Jason as some mons came with their full climax…that was something he knew about Water-types, they were impressively voluminous, though their spunk was thinner and easier to make a mess with. Said mess was already being made on his bed, with some of that precum leaking out, along with some of Bangel's jizz as well. His bed was going to be soaked with Pokémon semen…Jason couldn't even care about that.

Once again, Jason found himself hitting his limit, pleasure surging through him as he squirmed and writhed between the two big beasts, held in check from flailing his limbs by the tight holds of Meritor and Tsylas. And they didn't give him a break, no chance to rest or relax or come down from that high, instead they kept going and kept driving into him, harder and faster, their cocks throbbing in anticipation of their own release. Once more Jason found his head fuzzing over a bit, it was an overwhelming ride and it somehow felt better than it ever had before, the ecstasy was pounding his brain just as hard as Tsylas was pounding his cunt, driving into him in a way that he'd never allowed it to before. The heat in him was desperate for that cooling cum that Tsylos could offer, and he started to clench and twist around him, trying to amplify his pleasure. He was working harder on Meritor as well, bobbing as much as he could between the Passimian's thrusts, slurping and humming around it to coax that load out of him and into his gullet.

Finally he found success, as Meritor howled out and slammed in, mashing the human's face into his musky crotch fur and gushing out a hefty barrage of monkey spunk for Jason to swallow and slurp up what escaped him, the salty thick taste lighting up his tongue. Moments later, Tsylas' roar echoed through the room as he drove in once more and unloaded his hose, massive amounts of runny cum plunging into the human's body, making him swell and bloat from the sheer volume. Even as plenty of that seed squirted out around even the thick tool plugging him up, Tyslas was pumping more into him that was leaking out, and before long Jason could feel his stomach brushing against the wet bedcovers, sloshing with the volume of fluid in his womb. That chill was tempering the heat pretty nicely, but not putting it all the way out…still, the reprieve was a bit of a blissful relief for him, making him shiver and relax in a way he hadn't been for so long.

Jason wasn't even entirely aware of time at this point…he wasn't sure how long it was before he felt Meritor and Tsylas pull out of him. What he did know was that when the Feraligatr removed himself, a LOT of his seed gushed out, the bed and floor getting thoroughly abused and suffused. He laid there for a bit, panting hard, the musk in the air relighting that burn slowly, more slowly than it would have before…he might have been able to handle it at this point, but there was still one Pokémon who hadn't taken him, and zero chance Treg would even think of passing up on this. Indeed, he could feel a weight getting on the bed, and suddenly he was pulled up, turned and twisted, simply being a rag doll that Treg could manipulate until he was happy. And when he was happy, Jason's back was up against the Nidoking's chest, feeling the short barbs on his body scratch lightly against him, those muscular arms were around him and holding him tight, and the Nidoking's thick, barbed cock was sliding between his legs.

“You smell like the most eager slut I've ever seen…I love it." Treg's voice was right in his ear, and the imperious Nidoking wasn't going to waste that opportunity. “And you still want more, don't you?"

“T…Treg…I…please…" Jason struggled to get any words out, but the plea in his voice was obvious enough. Treg growled, rubbing his cock against the human's labia, letting those barbs scratch and leak a bit their dangerous fluids…and then he pulled back a little more, the tip of his cock catching inside, those arms lifting Jason just a little bit…and then came the THRUST, burying that entire purple fuckstick to the hilt inside him. Jason jerked in Treg's arms, he'd tightened up against just enough to feel that potent stretch all over again, especially because Treg was probably just about as big as Tsylas but without the slickness that made it so smooth - in fact, he was actually a little gritty and abrasive, thanks to his Ground-type nature.

Treg's fucking wasn't as forceful as the other two to start, but it was still plenty powerful, driving in to maximum depth and drawing back a little more slowly. But it was that drawback that was the thing to remember, those barbs scratching against his walls and leaking noxious fluids into him, toxins his body would readily absorb, doing to him exactly what Treg would want them to do. And they were reigniting those fires ever so much harder, making him cry out as the desperate need to be cum into latched on and flared up. He was breathless, yet crying out in both contented bliss and agonized need, squirming in Treg's arms and clamping down on that intruding dick, no matter how rough it felt.

“Rrrr…bet you've been a supremely enjoyable bitch to all those Pokémon at the lab, haven't you?" The Nidoking's growl was power incarnate. “I've been having fun sniffing out who's been pumping you full every night…" Jason gasped a bit as he heard that, and it turned into a moan when he felt Treg drive in harder. “Oh, you thought you were hiding it? Heh, from the other three, maybe…I told them all about it, though. You're not getting anything past MY nose, scent packs or not. We've been waiting for this, for when you either broke down and came to us, or we finally had a chance to see if we could break you…rrrr, it's been fun hunting down humans for the last couple weeks, coming up with some lovely experiences to turn the screws on you with…"

Nothing but mewls escaping Jason as his body begged for Treg's cock, and got what it wanted, but not enough of it. Treg was building up slowly, the speed and force increasing at a gradual rate, the pleasure spiking for Jason here and there but he wasn't quite there yet, not quite to his next orgasm…Treg was going to make sure it was a wild one, he was sure of it, the Nidoking had been PLANNING for this, and the others had gone along with it…and all of that was just making him hot now.

“You heard what I said down there…I said that more human dudes should have cunts." A lecherous growl escaped Treg as the took it up a notch again, rising up a bit to hump harder into Jason and make the human cry out and squirm more, those raking barbs starting to feel REALLY good. “Heh…you know, you've ALWAYS been the perfect example to me. All those issues with women because of your hang-ups about your dick, feeling so insecure and inadequate…you know, I find that the best way to fix those 'inadequacy' issues is just to take them out of the game entirely. Once they're not feeling the need to compete, things get so much better…and you're a perfect example of that, too. Even when you got laid, you never felt satisfied…well, now you're getting dicked in a tight twat and you're loving the shit out of it. I think I like you better this way…and I think YOU like you better this way, too."

Jason tried to speak, but it was cut off by a cry as Treg suddenly started pounding him HARD…the Nidoking's restraint was gone, he'd been waiting so long for his turn and now he had it, he was making the most of it, snorting into the human's ear and thumping his body into Jason's, leaking his thick gritty fluid into those well-used depths. Jason's head was spinning, he felt loopy, he felt unreasonably aroused, he needed that cum, needed Treg to finish it, to finally give him the relief he sought…he'd do anything for it just about, and his efforts to twist and turn and add to the friction and the flexing of those barbs was yielding results, working Treg very close to the limit.

“F-fuck…you're really tryna' get me flooding you, aren't you?!" snarled Treg. “You're just a slut who can't get over your newest toy, huh? Bet you wanna stay this way for good, don't you?!"

“Y-yes!" Jason's voice broke a bit - he wasn't even totally aware of what he was saying. “I want this! I want, I want, aargh!" He threw his head back into the Nidoking's chest as he came, rocking and clenching as he was overwhelmed by delirious pleasure - and Treg joined him moments later, roaring loudly as he drove in and fired off his thick, powerful load into Jason's womb, that baneful essence pouring not just seed but also more chemicals into the human, unlocking his inhibitions even more and amplifying the pleasure until it was almost blinding. Wave after wave crested in Jason, radiating out from his overused gonads and flooding the rest of his body, rocking his drugged brain to the point where he could barely tell which way was up. He went limp in Treg's arms, helpless to the almighty power of the Nidoking as it invaded and conquered his body, leaving him an incoherent mess…and heaven help him, he couldn't remember ever feeling as good as he did right in that moment, with nothing more under the veil and no ability to care about the image or the pride. He was just there, in the moment, a bitch to his Pokémon, surrendering to a Nidoking who would approve of keeping him just the way he was…and there was nothing he wanted more.

His head spun more and more as he slumped over, being dropped onto the bed by Treg as the Nidoking pulled out, most of his cum staying inside as Jason flopped onto his side on the bed. He could dimly hear voices as he phased out of consciousness. “Laying it on a bit, Treg?"

“C'mon, you all saw him, he was fucking INTO it."

“I don't think 'drugged and in heat' is the time to be trying to get decisions like that out of him."

“Bah, that's called 'honesty mode.' He's so out of it he can't even think of how to lie. Besides, don't tell me that wasn't what you wanted to hear anyway."

“Oh, hell yeah, it was. Definitely prefer this Jason, he seems a lot more fun."

“I'm happy if he's happier for sure, and he sure seems to be."

“Hah, I think he'll find it a lot easier to get laid, too. Especially because he's obsessed with Pokémon dicks, ain't gonna be any shortage of those…"

———

It was an unusually subdued Jason who woke up next morning. Something was unquestionably different...probably a lot of things were, but something specific in particular was off, he couldn't quite put his finger on what. One thing that was definitely off was the tension in his torso...it felt like there was a thickness in there that didn't want to go away. Maybe one of his Pokémon had left enough in there to coalesce...or more than one, maybe it was an interaction between some of them. He didn't spend much time thinking about it.

His Pokémon teased him about yesterday, something which should have rankled him a bit, but instead he found himself oddly unbothered by it...it almost kind of made him feel good in a way, a way that was still tinged with embarrassment and yet he found himself not quite minding said embarrassment, either. The subtle promises of much more fun to come didn't hurt, either…somehow he found himself a lot more receptive to them than before. Well, it wasn't like he could look to them for help in countering this, not when they clearly saw this as no issue whatsoever…

He was at least clearer-headed as he drove to work, a drive that was a lot less harried and stressful. He wasn't sure what was going on with him, he still felt quite strange physically and mentally...it was slowly starting to dawn on him that he wasn't stressing out over the state of his body anymore. It was like that part of him had just burned out, no longer struggling with having this altered anatomy, no longer missing his old way of being. Jason recalled what Treg had said yesterday while rutting him...had he done something to Jason? Even if he had, Jason found himself lacking in any sort of upset over it…

Something's definitely not what it was. I don't know what...but I don't feel like I did yesterday. I don't feel that strangeness about this whole thing. What happened?

No answers came to him on his drive, so he tried to put the matter out of his mind as he walked into the research complex. Things seemed to be a bit more active than usual in there...he wasn't really sure why. Was something going on? He'd been so preoccupied with his issues that he'd rather lost track of the goings-on around him, he barely had enough focus to do his actual job. He'd have to ask someone to find out...knowing his luck, it would be the women he had to go to.

...Even something about that felt different. It didn't raise the burn inside him that it usually did...it just made him feel hollow and empty. Something was definitely off.

He made his way to the break room, hoping to get some coffee to clear his head before he talked to anyone. Of course, that was where people were gathered...Marina, Kerry, Raine, and Gladys, and that Lucario of Marina's, Bramford. All five looked his way as he entered, and whatever they'd been talking about went by the wayside. “You look like hell," remarked Raine.

“Mmph." It was all the answer he could muster...for some reason even the desire to bite back had been dulled down to nothing. “What's going on? What's he doing here?" Bramford got a touch on the guarded side at Jason's remark, though it ended up being pretty flat. The Lucario was looking at him rather strangely, something he wanted to comment on...except, as he thought about what he had been saying about the Lucario before, he didn't feel any satisfaction, amusement, frustration, or anything he might normally have...no, there was a new feeling. Shame. He didn't like that one at all…

“He's here helping move equipment," Marina said, offering him something else to focus on...though, the sense of shame hadn't quite gone away. “For the new lab room? The one we've all been talking about the last couple weeks?"

“Oh. That." What new lab room? He really HAD been preoccupied. “Well, whatever. I've got stuff to do, just don't let it bother me." He tried to put an edge on those words, but it utterly failed...it felt hollow, weak, like he didn't even mean it. In fact it felt ugly coming off his tongue...what was going on with him?

“Right, sure." Kerry's cool reply stung a bit, when it really shouldn't have. Suddenly Jason wasn't feeling like getting coffee right now was a good idea. Maybe he needed to come back later, when it wasn't so crowded with people he didn't want to see right now...he turned to leave, mind stuck on all sorts of things.

“WAIT!"

Jason jumped a bit, and turned just in time to see Bramford rushing at him. For a brief moment, he was terrified that the Lucario was going to jump on him and rut him - and equally terrified that he'd be exposing how much he would have liked that to all of those women. But Bramford stopped in front of him, leaning down and staring at his stomach. That got him a bit nervous, he was still feeling some odd tension in there, could the Lucario sense something was wrong with him? Could they do that? They did have funny ways of seeing things that weren't all physical stuff, but he didn't really know what the extent of that was…

But then Bramford said something that he never saw coming. “Mistress! He has an EGG in him!"

“WHAT?!" If there was anything that unnerved Jason more, it was that all of the women seemed a whole lot more shocked by that than he was.

———

Minutes later, Jason was an an exam room, being looked at by far too many eyes for his liking. Gladys was running the portable ultrasound over him...and even he could tell that there was something there. “I don't believe it...it's an egg, all right." The elder researcher switched off the machine.

“Dammit...this another one of your tricks?" Jason muttered. “Trying to get me further by getting me knocked up?"

“Absolutely not," declared Marina, a bit defensively but more shaky than anything. “Not even close to that, we specifically ordered a dose of Dittoplasm where you COULDN'T get pregnant. I couldn't imagine any way that wouldn't be too messy. I don't know how this could have happened."

“Can Dittoplasm change over time?" asked Kerry.

“No, it's very stable," replied Raine grimly. “Unless it's programmed to change, it doesn't. If Marina didn't order it made that way, it wouldn't just happen without warning. Something else must have happened to make it possible."

“Wh-what could have happened?!" Jason stammered out. This was definitely more than he had bargained for, if even they didn't know what was going on! Surely this was too far, they had to do something about this now...though, somehow he wasn't feeling very hung up on that, more on the surprise of it.

“I don't know...it had to be something else, but we didn't do anything else to you…"

Suddenly Bramford spoke up. “I...think I know." All eyes turned towards the Lucario, who had a rather awkward look on his face. “I, ah...I can smell something kind of...noticeable on him...I don't know if he wants me to ask him, though."

“Ask! I need to know what's going on!" Jason didn't think that statement all the way through, and the moment his mind caught up with his mouth he had a feeling he would regret it.

“...You had sex with a Nidoking, didn't you?"

Never had his face burned so badly as when they all looked at him for an answer that they all knew was coming. “Y...yes...I, uh, have a Nidoking, and he...hrm...last night...but...wh-why would that…"

“Oh, jeez…" Kerry groaned. “Don't tell me you don't know...Nidokings can make ANYONE with egg-bearing organs fertile. Poison-types in general can make some useful compounds for enhancing fertility, but Nidokings are so good at it they can even undo total sterility."

“I remember using something made from some of their chemicals to help me bear my son," affirmed Gladys. “It works wonders. And...well, I don't see any reason why it wouldn't work with you…"

“Heck, they're probably just as good at doing to you what we did, except without the need for something else to make it happen," added Marina. “Or the other way around, for that matter. Nidoqueens can do all that, too...shit, I didn't even know you had a Nidoking, I might have rethought this whole thing…"

“So what the hell do I do now? I have to lay this thing?" It was more the embarrassment than anything else getting to Jason. “Can you at least change me back after that? Don't you think this has been enough punishment?"

“That's...not going to be possible," said Raine tensely, and the others were getting nervous as well. “There's a thing about Dittoplasm where you can't get pregnant...if you DO, the stuff to undo it stops working. There's changes in the body that prevent it from transforming you again...I don't really know how it all works, but it's an interference that doesn't go away. If there's a way to undo that, I don't know what it is…"

That took a bit to sink in for Jason. Treg had implied he didn't want Jason to change back, …none of the others had wanted him to either…this had to have been what he meant. Which meant the egg growing inside him was most likely Treg's, with an outside change of belonging to Tsylas or Bangel if there had been any of their fluids still in him. How enduring was it? Would he risk getting pregnant every time, or had he just done it as one shot to lock him into his fate? Too many questions he didn't know the answer to...it seemed, though, that he would no longer have to worry about coming up with a plan to circumvent their punishment. Maybe that would free up some space in his mind for all the rest of what was coming...

———

Change and clarity were both brought to him soon enough...in more ways than one.

They had insisted on keeping him at the lab until the egg was laid, which thankfully didn't require an extensive stay - as was typical with Pokémon eggs, the one in Jason grew quickly, and he was forcing it out that evening. The laying event was an experience Jason certainly wouldn't forget, pushing out something as large as that from his body was exhausting and and uncomfortable, how women could do something like that with babies was beyond him. He had no objection to the egg being taken for study; he couldn't say that all that had happened put him much in a motherly mood.

He'd gotten to leave and head back home after that, straight into the arms of the four males that had gone at him the evening before, making no effort to hide things this time. That was when the next point was cleared up, as the moment those scents hit his nose, the lust was back, as potent as ever, and there was no chance of him stopping his boys from rutting him like animals again - if anything, he enjoyed it even more. And all four of them made it even more clear than before that they considered his change an upgrade, ending any thoughts about asking them if there was anything he could do about it now. Not that he had really had many, but there was no longer even the illusion of denial left.

He'd at some point after the banging gotten to probe Treg, and the Nidoking had been more than forthcoming. Yes, he had fully intended to impregnate Jason and ingrain the changes for good - in fact he'd been planning to even before getting Jason's confession, would have done it unless Jason had been emphatically hostile to it, was sure that even if he was wavering he would have convinced the human. Yes, the egg was probably his, though he agreed that it was possible for to be one of the others - it wasn't terribly important, there being an egg was all that mattered. Yes, he had in fact made Jason permanently fertile, though only to a low degree - without any active chemical intervention to enhance it, the odds were low enough that it would likely have taken several hundred attempts...though, of course, that would also depend on the males, and given how often one could be nailed in a given night, that left fairly high chances of multiple eggs per year. And, most importantly, no, he had absolutely no regrets.

The next work day, once the need hit, Jason didn't even try to fight it - he went and sought out Agon, who had been thoroughly amused to hear about what had transpired, and had taken everything that was thrown at him without complaint. The corruption that had been instilled in him was also a permanent fixture now, as the Pangoro explained to him - being stable in him when his body was fixed made it also ingrained deep enough that only a new layer of corruption could do anything about it - and Agon neither offered that nor did Jason even ask. At this point, he would have missed it, that influence that made him sink into submission, more aroused by Pokémon, more willing to spread for them…those musky scents were something he craved now, and their influence on him had dramatically increased. Other little effects were coming to the fore as well - his sexual stamina building, allowing him to last through more rounds, and even when he was fully drained, it was far easier to get him back into the mix, especially with the right triggers. It was easier to stretch around any of those thick tools that wanted to push into him, and he felt more and more sensitive to it, cumming faster and harder than he had before. For all the world, it seemed like he had truly been broken - turned into a ravenous Poké-slut with a heat destined to never truly end.

At this point, though, that was only proving to be an asset. Because Jason had finally come to terms with it - as much as he'd protested against it before, this really WAS what he wanted. He'd said as much, hadn't he? Telling Treg that he was happier with a pussy than a cock. Something that had already been suggested to him before, more than a few times…and he was dimly aware that his change in attitude had come when the prospect of losing the change had been forever removed. And it was bringing on acceptance of other things as well - the fact that he'd never felt as much pleasure as a normal male as he did now, either from his own cock or sex with another; the realization that he really had been trying to ensure its persistence rather than actually making any effort to change anything; and the awareness that, for all his grousing and complaining, not once had he actually physically MISSED his dick. Never found himself wishing he could touch it, wishing he could pleasure it, lamenting its absence for what it was rather than for the sake of personal pride...he'd taken to the sensations and adjustments so easily that he wondered if maybe all along he hadn't been wanting exactly this without ever realizing it. The added oppressive need that forced him to submit to the big Pokémon also felt like it was meant to be there, ensuring he would take what he wanted as they wanted to give it to him...it was a piece of control wrest from him and he knew in his heart that he didn't want it back.

Something else had come to him, though. Shame. Regret. Remorse. Deeply unpleasant feelings that clung to him like barnacles, burdening him with reminders. As his new reality truly set in, all the things he'd said and implied towards and about his female colleagues inspired deep revulsion within him. Particularly anything about them fucking Pokémon...he clearly was in no position to judge, he'd let himself be open season with far more mons than any of them. But even beyond that, his shitty attitude towards them disgusted him more the more he dwelled on it. He didn't know why things had changed...maybe it was because now that he wasn't capable of impregnating a woman, he couldn't truly see them as conquests anymore. Maybe it was because he no longer had any real illusion of superiority or power, with how much of it he'd relinquished to the Pokémon who could use him freely. Maybe it was because all along he'd just been jealous of the idea, and now that it was his reality his mind could see his attitude in a different light. Whatever the case, it was a side of him that he now found ugly and abhorrent, and he wanted to get it gone...and he knew how he had to start that.

Which was why, days after pushing out the egg, he was in front of Director Morgan, the older male reading from the letter he'd been given. He was now aware of Jason's changes, though not the full circumstances behind them; Jason had given him a variant of the story that didn't implicate the women, instead putting it on himself as he felt it truly was, and wasn't linking his current actions with the change at all. “Hm...this is, you understand, a very unusual request. No one requests a position change from a principal researcher to a bottom-level position like care staff."

“Yes...I realize that's unusual. But...I've been making the work environment a nightmare for everyone down there. I didn't realize it before, didn't believe them when they said it or objected to my behavior, but, I guess, I've realized it now. And knowing that...until I've cut out that part of me that has those attitudes, I can't allow myself to risk poisoning that atmosphere anymore."

“I'm pleased to hear that you're making an effort to better yourself, but I have to think there were options other than a dramatic demotion."

“Well...I'm...sort of thinking of it as something to work for. That I can't bring myself back into a position of prestige until I find myself respectable enough for it. That's why I wanted to take the night shift position as well...it's easier for me to avoid the people I've caused the most trouble to." That was indeed part of the reason...though, the other part was, he wanted some of his day time free for his Pokémon to engage him in some of what they wanted to do with him. Hearing them talk about things like the clubs and the underground and the stage shows...he'd heard them mention them before but never with the idea of him getting involved, much less in the role he knew he would be in. And now he couldn't get that out of his head…particularly when his buddies had spoken some graphic statements about what he could expect from some of them.

“Well...if that's a goal you have, I wouldn't want to get in the way of it. Still, I feel like we could still use your talents, and I'm not sure how right I'd feel letting them languish in a low-level position. But...perhaps there's a happy medium. What would you say to taking the position, but having an additional...professional duty?"

Jason blinked. “What...kind of duty?"

“Hm. It should come as no surprise, Jason, that there's a lot to learn out there that just isn't going to be funded. Questions that could stand to be answered but no one willing to make the investment to get them answered. Learning about your, ehm, unique position presents a research opportunity that wouldn't ordinarily be available to us, certainly no one would be throwing grants at us for it. In particular, I'd be interested in some data regarding cross-species breeding."

It was about the last thing he expected to hear from Director Morgan. It might have been the first thing he wanted to hear...maybe the zeroth thing, so wanted he couldn't have come up with it on his own. “You'd...like me to get...bred?"

“You could call it a sort of side position. We could set up a mini lab space for you, cut off from the main lab space but with easy access to the environs. It would be a very free-form project, but anything we could learn about the circumstances that facilitate breeding could have some important implications for others in similar positions. And of course, I'd be very interested in seeing what differences, if any, can be observed in the offspring. There are many fanciful rumors about low-grade hybrids bandying about, but no one's really made the effort to study them. If we had a source of such hybrids…"

Jason could see where that was going - this could be a direct contribution to scientific knowledge he could provide while still performing the grunt duties he intended to do as part of his penance. The fact that it basically required him to slut himself out to the lab's Pokémon was...well, who was he kidding, it was the main appeal, but he liked the idea of being able to still have some value to science, even if it was more as part of the experiment. “I would accept that role, sir."

“Ah, I figured you would. I can tell you still have that eagerness to help us discover and advance knowledge. Very well, I'll get the transfer in the works, you'll be officially in the care staff position but your additional duties will provide you compensation closer to what you have been getting. You should be able to start in short order."

“Thank you, sir." Jason smiled, the first genuine smile he'd had without a dick in him in a while. No point in correcting Morgan on what his eagerness was really about…maybe this was just the sort of change he had really been needing in his life, to make him a better and happier person. And once he'd really purged those toxic mindsets, he had a few people to thank for that.