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Agent Watkins approached the venue without trepidation despite what he knew what activities it hosted and the fact that a rather large Aggron morph in an unfitting business suit stood in front of its doors, his large arms folded over his metallic chest. The agent sneered at the Pokemorph as it looked over him. Its eyes seemed so empty that he figured it only had half a brain if that yet when it spoke its deep tone was crisp and proper.

"What are you here for," the Aggron rumbled. "Business or pleasure?"

"Neither," Watkins said, pulling out his badge. "I'm here to shut you down."

The Aggron nodded slowly and stepped out of the way. Watkins chuckled. Just as he had suspected.

"Secret agent coming through!" the Aggron yelled into the venue.

Watkins winced, but there seemed to be no reaction from inside. The Aggron motioned towards the opening and seemed to smile.

"Enjoy your stay, sir," he said.

"Idiot," Watkins grumbled to himself as he stepped inside. "I'm surprised this place has lasted this long with oafs like him guarding it..."

Inside was not as Watkins expected. The floors and walls were all the same shade of deep blue and there was nothing upon them save lights intermittently hanging from the ceiling. A few humans hung around, mostly young men, but the place was mostly occupied by Pokemorphs like the Aggron outside, though nowhere near as classy. They conversed amongst each other and didn't seem to notice Watkins.

"Huh," Watkins said and turned his gaze to examine the place further when he found himself face to face with a male Blaziken dressed in a nice suit. The agent jumped back and the Blaziken smiled down at him.

"Hello there," the Blaziken said. "Agent Watkins, I presume?"

"Uh..." Watkins mumbled and then shut his mouth. He sounded like a fool.

"I'm Vim," the Blaziken said, holding out a taloned hand.

"And I'm Vam!" said a busty female Lopunny morph wearing casual clothes that jumped out from behind the Blaziken's back. She giggled and held out a paw, her breasts bouncing. "We're glad to have you here!"

"Uh..." Watkins said again and shook his head. He grimaced and looked at the extended hands before giving Vim and Vam both a glare. They seemed to get the message, with Vim dropping his hand while Vam laughed and shrugged her shoulders.

"Who are you?" Watkins asked. "And how...?"

"We've been expecting you," Vim said. "We've been looking forward to your visit all day!"

"All day? But..." Watkins frowned. How could they have known? While the Aggron hadn't made his presence secret, this had been an impromptu operation, carried out on a whim after enough reports had been compiled. Could there be a mole in the force? He'd have to remember that for late. For now, it was time to do his job. He looked back to Vim.

"Alright," Watkins said. "So you know why I'm here then?"

"Of course!" Via giggled. "You're here to investigate us!"

"Yes." Watkins nodded. "There's reports that you run some illicit activities here such as..." He glared at Vam. "Cockfighting."

"Oh my!" Vam said, placing her paws on her cheeks before giggling again. "No, we don't do that?"

"No?"

"No, no, of course not, Agent Watkins," Vim said. "Nothing of the sort. No, we do something much, much worse. Would you like to see?"

Watkins was dumbfounded.

"Just like that?" he asked.

"Well duh!" Vam said. "You've found us out! What else can we do but show you how bad we are?" She fluffed one ear. "It'll reduce our sentences, right?"

"Usually, yes, but..." He narrowed his eyes at the Lopunny, doing his best to ignore her chest. "Most criminals try to hide their activities."

"And what would be the point in that, Agent Watkins?" Vim asked. "As my associate said, you've found us out. If we weren't forthright...why, your organization would found out sooner or later anyhow. Come, come, we have much to show you."

Vim briskly walked off and Vam bounced after him. Watkins paused and then started to follow them.

"If you're not hosting fights," Watkins said, struggling to keep up with the taller Pokemorph. "What are you doing?"

"Well, I sort of lied back there, teehee," Vam said. "We do host fights."

"Of a sort," Vim said, leading them down a long hallway lined with door. He gestured towards the left side. "The watching rooms. Private and soundproof. Of course, there is the common area but our mostly male clientele seems to prefer being alone and..." He smiled. "In the dark if you know what I mean."

Watkins lifted an eyebrow. Vam pointed towards the doors to the right.

"And that's where we keep the fighters!" she said. "Our clients really seem to enjoy the idea that their not too far from where their fighters eat, drink, and...well..." She laughed and batted her lashes at Watkins. "You know of course."

Watkins was starting to wonder whether he did.

"Would you like to meet them?" Vim said. "Not many do and this will be the last time anyways before they're out of a job."

"Out of a job?"

"Of course!" Vam said. "Because you're going to shut us down."

"Right." Watkins nodded. "Right."

They walked down the hall for a bit until they stopped at the third door on the right. Vim placed his talon on the handle.

"Here we are," the Blaziken rumbled. "The big reveal."

He opened the door. Curious, Watkins stepped forward and peered inside. He blinked. The grey room was empty. He turned towards the Pokemorph duo, confusion on his face.

"What--" he began but got no farther as Vam suddenly hopped forward and embraced him. He tried to push her off but then she leaned forward, kissing and pressing her breasts into his chest.

"Mmph!" he protested.

Vam giggled and ended the kiss, pushing Watkins as she let him go. He stumbled a few steps back, just far enough to cross the threshold.

"What?" he said, staring at Vam and wiping his lips. "You--I--"

Vim lunged and prodded Watkins with his talons. The movement and strength of it was so surprising that Watkins fell back into rear. In the next moment, the door slammed shut.

"Hey!" he shouted, quickly getting to his feet. He pounded his fists against the door. "Let me out! You're under investigation!"

"Enjoy the show, Agent Watkins," Vim said from outside, his voice muffled.

"The show?" Watkins sputtered. "You--"

The room suddenly shook and Watkins felt as if the floor had suddenly dropped out from under him. He fell onto his hands and knees, cursing as the room seemingly lowered.

"Hey!" he shouted. "Stop this!"

He heard a distant giggle from Vam and then the speed of the room's descent really speed up. Watkins screamed, clutching at the flat floor as he plummeted.

The room came to a sudden halt, either hitting the bottom or stopping because it was supposed to Watkins couldn't be sure. The sudden stop caused Watkins to yell again and tumble across the room. He hit a hard wall, groaning as he bounced off it. He heard something shatter.

"Urgh," he groaned, reaching into his pants. He took out his cell phone, or really pieces of plastic that had once been his cell phone. "Son of a bitch!"

"Well, well, well," a familiar voice said, rumbling through the room. "What do we have hear, Vam?"

"Well, Vim," Vam's annoying high-pitched tone answered, coming from everywhere at once. "It's a mean little man trying to shut down our business!"

"I'm not little!" Watkins protested. "I'm just an inch under average height!"

"Hmm," Vim said. "That doesn't seem very nice, does it?"

"No, not at all!" Vam agreed. "And he's so out of place!"

"No, I'm not!" Watkins said, getting to his feet. "I'm doing my job!" "Yes, he is, isn't he?" Vim said. "He's in a fighter's cage but he doesn't look the part."

"Hey!" Watkins said, pulling out his pistol. "I can hear you, you know!"

"Oh no, not at all!" Vam said. "Our clients would hate him. He's not sexy, not sexy at all!"

Watkins growled and flicked the safety on his weapon. He took aim and fired at the wall. The gun clicked and then vanished into thin air.

"Huh?" Watkins said.

"And would you look at that," Vim said. "Actually trying to fight. That's not like a fighter at all. Vam, what shall we do with him?"

"Oh, I don't know." There was a pause and then: "Oh, I do! Let's make him a fighter. A real fighter!"

"What type?"

"Hey!" Watkins shouted. "I am a fighter. I have a black belt in--" "Something cold," Vam said, her voice drowning him out. "He needs to chill out."

"Very well," Vim said.

Then there was silence. Watkins looked around, expecting something to happen but nothing did until...

Until the temperature in the room dropped. It had been comfortably cool before and now it was freezing. Watkins shivered and clutched his arms across his chest and felt only naked flesh.

"Huh?"

He looked over at himself and saw that his clothes were just gone like his gun. He was completely naked and suffering because of it.

"You b-bastards!" he said through chattering teeth. "You're going to kill me!"

"Teehee!" Vam giggled. "He thinks we're going to harm him. No, silly girl, we're going to turn you beautiful!"

Watkins shook his head. This had all been a big mistake. He was going to die in some cold, dark grey room because he'd been outsmarted by a couple of morphs. He looked mournfully down at his body and blinked. His hair was falling out and his skin was turning blue. Well, of course. He was getting colder and colder, of course he should be blue. Except...

Except his skin wasn't turning blue, it was actually turning blue and not just that, but blue feathers were growing out over the skin, feathers that were rushing to cover every bit of his exposed body.

"What the..." he said and yelped as his hips snapped and pulled apart. He groaned and looked down, noticing that hips were wider, fuller, and more feminine. He placed his hands on his hips and watched as his thighs thickened juicily while blue feathers ran over them and down towards his feet. When they reached his feet, he yelped and lifted one as it tickled. His ankles cracked and his stance shifted as the skin from there and below became grey and scaly and his toes extended out into avians talons. He squawked and jumped back at the sight of his altered feet, flapping his arms as if he had...wings?

He looked at his outstretched arms and gaped as a multitude of blue feathers grew out in waves, more and more extending to create the semblance of wings. He cried out as his hands ceased to be, melding in with the rest of his well-feathered limbs so that they really were wings. He flapped them experimentally, mourning the loss of his hands even as the instincts for flight pushed up into his brain.

Watkins' head ached. He brought his wings to his head and fell to his knees as seemingly everything pulled and pushed at once. His rear bubbled to well-rounded proportions and lifted suddenly as a stream of blue tail feathers grew out of above. They grew out longer and longer as something pulled in.

Watkins screeched, his wings flying to his crotch while his cranium reshaped, his mouth and nose pressing together into a hardened, short grey beak. His ears melted away into the sides of his avian head while a crest of three rhombus-shaped blue feathers sprouted above his skull in a crest. His already wide eyes grew larger still, round with red pupils and possessive of three long lashes each. He squawked with this new beak and rubbed his wings futilely against his shrinking crotch.

When he felt a forceful tug, the changing agent looked down just in time to see what remained of his masculinity shrink out of sight. He stared at the curves of his finely feathered crotch and then he shivered as it opened up into a freshly formed slit, making him a her.

"W-what," she said and snapped her beak shut. Her voice was so high and feminine and didn't sound like her at all.

She suddenly lurched forward as new weight bulged on her chest. Somehow she caught herself with her wings, but that wasn't enough to stop her chest from going lower and lower as soft, sensitive rounded mounds grew larger and larger upon it while the tail feathers grew out long and luxurious. Still her breasts continued to grow until they were so large that they pressed into the ground, a sensation made all the more strange by her stiff rosy nipples rubbing against the same surface. She moaned despite herself and felt a heat start to rise below.

Watkins forced herself to sit up, but was so unused to the weight of her breasts that she ended up falling off of her rounded rump onto her back. She squawked, flailing her wings and talons as she felt her breasts bounce around.

"Oh!" Vam spoke. "She's so cute!"

"That she is," Vim said.

"She could use a little more, don't you think?"

Watkins shook her head as she managed to sit up. Standing would be another matter.

"No!" she said. "No more! Change me back or--"

"Curves," Vam decided. "And boobies. The boys really like those."

Watkins squawked as her breasts swelled a couple sizes more, leaving her with tits the size of beach balls but much less airy. She shivered when shortly afterwards her waist pressed in while her hips drew that much further apart. She stared down at herself. Though she was no longer cold, she was now a big-breasted bird, a voluptuous one at that, and one without hands, just wings that could never really lift someone as top heavy as she. Worse, she was a Pokemorph of some kind, but which name eluded her.

"There we have it," Vam giggled. "The Articuno fighter they'll want to see. And now she's ready!"

Fighter? Watkins looked over herself dubiously. The only thing she was going to be fighting like this was gravity.

"Ready?" Vim rumbled. "You're forgetting one thing for our Articuno."

"I am?" Vam asked.

"Yes. The Conditioning."

"Oh right!" Vam giggled. "The Conditioning."

Watkins shivered. The Conditioning? What was that? Whatever it was, she didn't like the sound of it.

"Let me out!" she demanded. "But turn me back first!"

"So demanding!" Vam exclaimed. "Silly girl, you don't run the show."

Watkins stiffened. She blinked as her view became progressively hazier. Didn't run the show?

"No, she doesn't," Vim affirmed. "We do. Vim--"

"And Vam!"

"The crowd cares what you do, but mostly with what we say."

Watkins shook her head.

"No," she began. "I--"

"They don't want a loud mouthed braggart bird," Vim said. "They want a fighter sure, but not a rude one."

Watkins blinked. Was she a little rude? She supposed so, but--

"Oh, Vim!" Vam said. "They only care about her boobs."

Watkins looked down at her boobs. She cooed and ran her wings over them, shivering as feathers brushed against her nipples. They really were quite nice and she did want people to care them about them, they were front and center after all...

"Someone submissive," Vim said. "Especially considering her opponent."

Opponent? Watkins looked up. What was this about? She was going to be fighting someone? But that wasn't what she was here for, she was here to--

"Oh yes!" Vam said. "Quite a fiery one with quite a rack. Maybe bigger than our little snowbird here!"

Watkins bristled and stood. No, no one was bustier than she! Wait, but--

"And so far the sexiest, at least according to our clients," Vim said. "It's going to be stiff competition."

"No, no!" Watkins squawked indignantly. "I'm the sexiest!"

"Hmm," Vim murmured. "Maybe tone it down a little. Shyer, cold and calm like a silent snowfall."

Watkins' anger melted away and she pulled her wings up closer to her chest. She felt a little worried now. Was she really the sexiest? She had a nice bust, sure but...

"That's it!" Vim exclaimed. "She seems ready."

"I think so!" Vam squealed. "Let's start this."

Start what? Watkins looked up to the ceiling. She was sure she was here to finish something but that couldn't be right, at least according to the casters.

The busty bird's thoughts were interrupted as the room suddenly shook. She stumbled, and nearly fell but kept herself upright. The wall in front of her gave way, revealing a circular arena. A soft, padded arena littered with implements she was curious to try but an area nonetheless. She stepped out of the opening and jumped when it slammed shut behind her.

"Ladies and gentlemen, but mostly gentlemen," Vim said, his voice booming out over the arena. "Welcome to tonight's showing! Tonight we have our newcomer here Articuno versus our fiery favorite--"

"Moltres!" Vam shouted.

A portion of the arena opened up and out popped a female Moltres morph. Watkins felt jealousy surge at the sight of her. She wasn't as busty or curvy, but she had talons on her wings!

"And how does our shy snowbird react?"

Shy? Watkins blinked and drew back, away from the advancing Moltres. She covered her breasts as best she could with her wings and looked away.

"Ah, how adorable, but I know Moltres won't accept it. This fierce fire bird is here for one thing and one thing only."

"And what would that be, Vam?"

"Some hot on cold!"

Moltres shrieked, causing Watkins to look up. Her eyes widened as the female fire bird leapt at her and she raised her wings to ward her off. It was all for naught as Moltres pounced upon her, taking them both to the ground. Watkins squawked and wrestled with the bigger bird so that their rears and breasts bounced enticingly on the soft surface of the arena.

"Oh! And how does our shy snowbird react, Vam?"

"She gives in, of course! She might be a snow bird, but she's no ice queen!" Watkins ceased fighting and Moltres seized the opportunity. Before the Articuno morph knew what was happening, the firebird's talons were upon her, groping and kneading at her breasts. Watkins squawked and moaned and everything in between.

"S-s-s--" She tried to say as the Moltres caressed her breasts.

"What?" Moltres sneered as she ran her claws over her prey, testing the sensitivity of the flesh with each squeeze and pinch and finding the expected results. She brought her talons to the Articuno's puffy pink nipples and let them stay there. "Were you going to say something?"

Watkins meant to respond but Moltres chose that moment to squeeze at her nipples. She squawked and shrieked as heat flushed right to her tight pussy and a few dribbles of cold milk spurted out of her nipples. It felt so good, all of it felt so good...

"Mhmm," Moltres snorted. "That's what I thought. You got nothing."

"No!" Watkins said, then squealed as her nipples were given another hearty squeeze. "I meant, I meant--"

"Meant what?"

"Start the fire!" Watkins shrieked. "Start the fire!"

"Oh. Oh...." Moltres purred and began to do just that.

"And she's liking it and no doubt our viewers are too!"

"There we go, Vim, some hot on cold, some hot on cold!"

Hot was indeed on cold. Breasts pressed against breasts, nipples tickled and kissed, their beaks came into contact, and before Watkins knew it the Moltres was pressing her talons into her wet slit. She moaned and wished she could return the favor so much pleasure did it bring and soon enough she was, pressing her beak into the firebird's snatch.

"What a show, what a show!" Vim crowed. "Enjoy yourself folks!"

Watkins certainly was.