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Time. Simon was always cognizant of time and as the buzzer beeped he realized this wonderful time was up. He sighed as the female Weavile morph slid off him and stepped off the bed, giving her tush a wiggle before she tapped the timer. It ceased beeping. She turned back to him, still as naked as she had been in bed and it was quite the sight to see. She retained all the best characteristics of the Pokemon combined with a womanly figure, bountiful breasts, and a slick slit that Simon had had fun exploring. He stared at her, wishing he could have more time with her even if their already energetic activities have left him drained. Still, he enjoyed cuddling just as much as the next person.

"I suppose that's it," Simon said, sitting up on the bed and wobbling as it squished strangely. He looked down at it and placed a hand upon its ebony surface, shivering at the feel of its smooth, shining texture. The whole bed was like that, a solid block of black stuff that had been surprisingly comfortable to engage in erotic activities on.

"Yes," the Weavile said, her voice appropriately sultry. She placed her hands on her hips and swayed them back and forth. "That's what you paid for. But..."

"But?" Simon said, a flicker of hope in his eyes.

The Weavile smiled. "Why don't you wait here a bit? You were good." She shivered and moaned. "Oh so very good. I'll be right back, just a check, and then I can give you a short massage if you'd like?"

Simon nodded eagerly. "Yes please!"

The Weavile's smiled deepened. She turned around and closed the door as she stepped out of the room, curiously still unclothed. Simon shrugged. This was a strange place, a busy brothel with all sorts of choices. He could have gone with a sexbot or a succubus or a busty bovine, but as soon as he had seen the Weavile he had known he had to experience her. The time limits were short and outrageously expensive, but so far it had been worth it and now that he was getting a bonus...well! He had nothing to complain about. All he had to do at this moment was lay back and relax.

And so he did, slowly letting his body fall back onto the bed. Sighing in contentment, he closed his eyes and began to imagine what that Weavile girl might be able to do with her hands that she hadn't already done. He smiled when he felt his manhood stiffen at the thought. Who knows? Maybe he could convince her for another round entirely...and all without paying any extra.

Simon was broken out of his reverie when the bed suddenly lurched. He blinked and sat up, or at least tried to. Instead, the black material of the bed snaked out and grabbed at his arms and legs. He struggled, but it was futile as he pulled tightly against the bed.

"What the--" he began, yelping in surprise when more of the bed's substance wrapped around his torso. It squeezed his waist into an hourglass shape and all breath rushed out of him, preventing him from yelling as he meant to do. He gasped, desperately trying to breath while his mind raced to figure out what the hell was going on.

The bed lurched again and this time he was able to let out a small scream as he felt himself draw down into the bed. He flailed, but his bindings stayed firm even as the substance around his torso loosened.

"Help!" he yelled. "He--"

His screams were silenced as a spike of substance arose from the bed and fell over his face. Strangely it splashed, each rivulet sliding down his face some distance before stopping and clinging to his skin. He groaned in discomfort and confusion, especially as the binding around his limbs and chest let loose their own slimy secretions. He shivered. The stuff felt warm and comforting, but this was not a comfortable situation. It only worsened when the bed began to writhe and contort so that the black liquid splashed and spread over the rest of his naked body. Already confused, he could barely concentrate as his body bounced and rolled with the chaotic movements of the bed. His gaze wavered and his focus was swept away until he caught sight of something different.

His hands, balled up into fists and covered with the slimy substance, weren't what they were supposed to be. Most of his fingers were fading away, with only his index finger extending and altering in shape, the black stuff taking on an ivory coloration as his two remaining digits became long, hardened claws. From his altered hands, a shining, pointing purple protrusion began to grow, a thin shape that extending far away from his thinning arms in the appearance of fins for flight.

"Huh?" Simon groaned, then giggled as his toes tickled and wiggled. Twisted his head, he watched as five toes became three with the same ivory coloration as his sole remaining "finger." They too grew out, sharp and pointed as his heels hiked up, the skin of his feet subsumed by the substance, taking on a glossy, purple appearance. He was treated to the sight of the purple skin spread up his thinning legs when he was abruptly flipped over and positioned perpendicular to the bed so that his head pressed into it while his legs stayed straight up in the air.

Before Simon could react to his new positioning, he was dragged into the bed, his head entering and passing through its slimy surface along with his arms and shoulders. He sputtered and coughed as the black stuff flowed all around him, caressing him, clinging to him, changing him. His submerged ears were first to go, flattening into featurelessness while shining purple began to shed his hair and cover his skin. He took one last inhale with his nose and smelled rubber before it too shrank away, his jaws suddenly pained as they pushed forward. He grunted as his skull shifted, cranium flattened to a more draconic, bullet shaped form. The stuff entered his new mouth, toying with his tongue to make it thicker and flatter while his teeth sharpened and thinned so that they were as keen as the sharpest razor. At the tip of his purple bullet shaped head a patch of yellow appeared, spreading into the shape of a star while two protrusions poked out from either side of his cranium. These shapes rounded out into thick horns so that he now resembled an odd mix of dragon and hammerhead shark. His neck began to thin, his prominent Adam's apple shrinking away as his vocal cords shifted. Submerged as he was, he could not speak, but he still let out a high-pitched moan as the stuff on his neck shifted into a shining red, the purple spreading to his broad, masculine shoulders and slimming them so that they were much less prominent.

Simon blinked as he tried to see through the strangely liquid blackness of the bed, but all that he managed to achieve was getting the stuff into his eyes. Quickly their coloration changed, sclera darkening into black while his blue irises brightened into gold. Though he couldn't quite the changes to his cranium yet, he could certainly feel them and so he opened his muzzle over and over to get a feel for it. He was distracted from this activity when his submerged arms shook, the stuff spread over them. They swept away his hair and masculine muscles and left only thin, purple limbs behind, his single claws twitching as he tried to sift through the bed's depths. At the middle of each arm two spikes sprouted, their appearance felt but not yet seen.

The changing man let out a cry as his position was suddenly spun around, his body just up to his shoulders submerged while his head and arms remained forcibly above the bed. With his head now above the "water", he gasped.

"Help!" he shrieked, his next plead for aid dying away as he heard his own voice. It was high, sultry, and somehow seductive, surely not the voice he was meant to have.

He hardly had time to think about this because beneath the bed's surface, he felt its substance squeeze and caress at at him. He shivered as it pulled and plied, hips expanding wider while shiny red stuff overcame his chest, siphoning off muscle and hair though leaving his nipples intact. These itched when they thickened and fattened, the flesh beneath them suddenly swelling out. He gasped, feeling the sensitivity of his chest grow as what were breasts bubbled their way into existence, some cleavage just barely visible above the surface. The substance squeezed at them, eliciting a high pitched moan from Simon and a jolt of excitement down below as his cock stood at his attention. The stuff suddenly surged down below, up and over his long purple legs, thickening his thighs, and gifting his two spikes similar to the ones on his arms near the top of each leg before it squeezed at his crotch. Simon moaned again as the stuff clutched at his manhood and pressed down. He trembled in pleasure, his cock shrinking and burying itself deeper and deeper into him until it simply vanished while yellow stuff splashed over his groin. The yellow spread, leaving him smooth and hairless down there. This only lasted for a few seconds before a sensitive slit opened where his manhood had been only moments ago. Simon moaned once again, the development of her newfound femininity leaving her in the throes of near-orgasm. Already her clit, a small red nub being the only remainder of her cock, throbbed and her slit was slick with arousal.

Simon's pleasure was only aided by the feel of something pushing out just above her rear. Moaning despite herself, she shivered, the bed taking this opportunity to round out her rear just a little as a tail pushed out inch by inch. When it reached completion, thick and terminating in the tailfin of a shark, she too reached climax. She groaned and gushed, growth of a dorsal fin marking the end of her changes.

In the throes of ecstasy, she barely noticed as the bed released her legs and pulled her up by her arms so that she hung above it, the claws on her feet just trailing its surface while her thick tail certainly touched it. There she stayed, pleasure of her transformation induced orgasm leaving her incoherent as the traces of her climax dripped down her thick thighs.

Simon only began to think again when the door opened and someone opened the room. She lifted her head and blinked as she saw the Weavile step in, smiling. She was clothed this now, garbed in leather gear that covered her up but still show enough to be tantalizing.

"You..." Simon said, stopping as she recalled how her voice sounded. She blinked again once she noticed the tip of her muzzle in her vision. Wondering what else had changed, she tipped her head and saw the results.

The Garchomp gasped. She could no longer consider herself human or male. Her body was like the Weavile's own--a mixture of Pokemon and woman along with something else. She had the claws, spikes, and the shark-dragon hybrid form of a Garchomp, the modest breasts, soft curves, and the feminine flower down below of a woman, and shiny, glossy scaly skin as if she were constructed of some sort of latexy substance. She looked up at the Weavile.

"Why did you do this?" she asked with a whimper.

"Me?" The Weavile snickered. "It wasn't me. It was the bed. It feeds off your fetishes."

The Weavile moved towards the bed. Simon would have backed away if she could, but she was held in place. The best she could do was talk and wiggle her legs.

"Why?" she squeaked.

"It's the nature of this place," the Weavile replied. "Some visitors serve as patrons, others as potential prostitute. And you..." Her smile deepened. "It seems you will serve as a big breasted Garchomp girl."

Simon gasped and looked down at her bust. They weren't that big, not really.

As if reading her mind, the Weavile spoke:

"Oh, we'll get there. The bed is good at what it does, but not perfect. That's why I'm here to make adjustments."

"No!" Simon wailed. "Leave me alone! Change me back!"

"Insolent!" the Weavile shrieked. Before Simon knew what was happening she was thrust forward by the tendrils holding her arms to hang just before the weasel. The Weavile looked over her and shook her head, pulling on a pair of tough leather gloves. "It seems like I have some work to do."

"No," Simon said, desperately trying to summon some confidence. "You will let me go and then--"

Simon squealed as the Weavile dashed behind her and slapped her rear. It stung, but the worst part was Simon felt her rear react in other ways to the touch. She looked over her slim shoulder and hissed as she saw her rear bubbled, leaving her with quite an ass. She would have been attracted to it if it weren't her own.

"Please," Simon said. "No--"

The Weavile slapped again and Simon moaned again. Despite herself, she was turned on by this and watching her rear round out only increased her arousal.

"I knew it," The Weavile laughed. "You like this sort of stuff."

"No, I--"

Simon gasped as the Weavile squeezed her plush rear, the tough touch furthering her arousal and clouding her mind, just a little. It felt good to be touched like that, so much so that she wondered what even rougher, masculine hands would--

She shook her head and swung her tail, hoping to catch the Weavile with it. The weasel merely stepped back and looked up disapprovingly at the shark 'Mon.

"Trying to harm your mistress?" she said. "That just won't do."

Three more tendrils burst from the bed, two tying Simon's legs together while the other locked her tail in place. Simon squirmed, but it was again useless. All she could do was wait helplessly as the Weavile came around to her front. She waited with apprehension as the weasel looked over.

"These hips," the Weavile murmured, stepping forward and placing her hands on Simon's hips. "Too small."

Simon shuddered as the Weavile pulled, and her flesh yielded. Bone snapped, flesh cracked, and in a moment Simon's hips were much wider than they used to be in a manner that was exaggeratedly feminine. The Weavile then traced her claws over Simon's thighs. They thickened and soon they matched her hips in proportions.

"No, no, no..." Simon wailed. "No, no, no..."

"No what?" the Weavile said, tracing up Simon's crotch up to her slick slit. She flicked a claw up against the Garchomp's clit and laughed when Simon moaned. "I know what."

She abruptly reached up and squeezed Simon's breasts, their shining surface squeaking. The Garchomp couldn't help but close her eyes and moan again, the sensitivity and size of her breasts increasing with each squeeze with her nipples thickening along with them. They swelled from squeeze to squeeze, from firm breasts the size of an orange, to bouncing boobs like ripe cantaloupes, and finally to hanging, hefty tits the size of watermelons. When the Weavile removed her hands, Simon's opened her eyes and looked down. Her snout fell open at the sight of her bulging breasts and the feeling of gravity dragging them down. It was bad enough she had breasts before, but now she had these knockers?

"Please..." she pleaded, looking to the Weavile.

The Weavile shook her head. "Not done yet."

Powerless to stop her, Simon could only moan again as the Weavile massaged her breasts. They swelled again, this time not in size but merely filling out as they filled up with warm milk. This extra liquid weight only made the Garchomp more cognizant of the heft of her breasts, but also introduced her to the maddening feeling of being so full and yet so empty below.

"Nuhhhh..." the Garchomp moaned, desperately trying to reach her arms so she could pinch her nipples and relief some of that pressure.

"Too full?" the Weavile said.

Simon nodded, and so the other Pokemon squeezed at her nipples for her. The Garchomp groaned as droplets of milk spilled out of her fat nipples, dripping onto the floor with wet splashes. For a moment there was the wonderful sensation of release, and then it was gone as the Weavile stepped away.

"No!" Simon said. "Please..."

"Please what?" the Weavile asked.

"Please..." Simon said. She didn't really know how to answer that question. One part of her wanted to be turned back, another just wanted the pressure and fullness in her breasts to be relieved, and the last part...

She shivered. No, she had to resist. She wanted to be herself again, manly and human, not female and some sort of shark monster.

"Turn me back," she demanded.

"No," the Weavile said, shaking her head and throwing off her gloves. "It's too late for that, don't you know?"

"No, it's--"

"Enough!" the Weavile snarled, and there was so much force in that one word that Simon couldn't help but be quiet. "I tire of your insolence. What is your role?"

"I'm a patron, a man and--"

"No!" the Weavile said, darting forward and grabbing Simon's tits again. She squeezed, and the Garchomp moaned through the pleasure and pain. She closed her eyes, unable to handle it, but a slap from the Weavile caused her to yelp and stare down at the Weavile into her eyes.

"Look, girl," the Weavile said. "You're one of the pretty prostitutes here, right?"

Simon meant to shake her head, but the Weavile began to nod and the Garchomp couldn't help but nod along.

"Yes, yes," the Weavile purred. "That's it. What are you?"

"Pr...pr..." Simon murmured.

"Say it!" the Weavile snarled, reaching around and giving Simon's ass a hard smack.

"Prostitute!" Simon said.

"Good! And what's your name?"

"Simon."

"No!" Another swat to her rear and a yelp from Simon. "Is Simon a name of a big breasted Garchomp girl?"

The Garchomp shook her head. No, no it wasn't.

"Si...si...." The Garchomp whimpered. "Simone?"

The Weavile shook her head.

"You're trying me, girl."

The weasel reached down with her claws and traced a red shape right above the Garchomp's pussy. .

"What is this?" The Weavile asked.

"A star?"

The Weavile nodded and carved another shape into her, a red arrow pointing down towards the Garchomp's slit. The Garchomp gawked. It was so tacky, so base, so crude to have something like that on her body and yet it turned her on for some reason, as if she was excited at the prospect of having such an open invitation for anyone to shove their dick up her pussy. She blinked. Why was that a bad thing again?

"Yes," the Weavile said, reaching up and tapping the star upon the Garchomp's nose. "And this?"

"A star?" the Garchomp blinked.

Yes, and your name?"

The Garchomp concentrated hard. What was her name? It was out there somewhere, but it had slipped out. She searched her mind, but all she could think about was the stars, the one on her snout and the other on her crotch. She giggled.

"Starry," she said. "I'm Starry."

Starry yelped as the Weavile gave her ass another slap.

"Starry what?" the Weavile growled.

"Starry, mistress!" Starry said quickly. "I'm Starry, mistress."

"Good. And do you like girl, Starry?"

Starry nodded. Of course she liked girls! She liked tits and curves and sometimes there was a rear that did catch her fancy once in a while.

"Yes, mistress!"

"What about men?"

Starry paused. Men? Why would she like men? But then, she looked down at herself, her feminine form, and the the arrow on her crotch pointing so crassly towards her pussy. Why else would she have it there if not for the boys?

"Of course, mistress!" Starry giggled. "Duh!"

This earned her another slap, though Starry felt this one was deserved. She moaned this time, very much turned on.

"Good. And why are you here, Starry?"

Starry stared at the Weavile and found the answer came to her easily.

"To serve you, mistress!" she said. "And the...uh...what's that word again?"

"Patrons?"

The Garchomp nodded. "Yeah, them!"

The Weavile smiled, satisfied. She took a step back and snapped her fingers. Immediately, Starry was released from her bonds. The Garchomp girl fell with a heavy thud on the floor, her breasts absorbing most of the impact while milk squirted out from her taut nipples. She groaned and stood, kneading her breasts with her claws and hefting them as best she could with her slender arms.

"Oooh," Starry moaned. "So full..."

"Perfect," the Weavile said, stepping towards the door. "Would you like me to get someone to help you with that, Starry? A patron?"

Starry nodded eagerly.

"Yes, mistress! Yes, mistress, please!"

The Weavile smiled. "Ok, Starry. Someone will be in soon. Just remember, they have a time limit!"

Starry nodded again and the Weavile vanished. Time was something she was always cognizant of and she knew this wonderful time had just begun.