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There were definite times where Kell questioned the way things were going in his life. Running for his life through a harshly-lit hallway, completely naked, half his normal size, while being assaulted by various Pokémon attacks, was one of those times, without question...there would be something wrong with him if he didn’t. Not that he could really dwell on it at the heat of the moment.

A loud blast and crash behind him made him yelp and almost stumble, though he managed to right himself and keep going. A yellow streak sipped by him, shooting down the hallway and taking a hard right down the next intersection. “Maybeslowedemdownforyabookinitstaysafe!”

“Go, Sly!” Kell urged the Heliolisk forward, giving him permission not to wait up. Much as he would have liked the support, at least one of them had to get out of there safely...that would be the only good way to get a rescue going if that was needed. Hopefully it wouldn’t be, but as he made the turn, Kell wasn’t totally sure how long he would last.

And then there was the third of the equation, as he slowed to look back at the third member of the crew, his Wartortle Gammon, who was decidedly not a swift one. “C’mon, man! Get it going, we’re almost there! Exit’s up ahead!”

“Haah...gah!” Gammon didn’t really get a chance to say anything, but Kell could see from the way his eyes bugged out that something was coming at him. He turned, just in time to see a Voltorb coming his way. He reacted just in time, catching the Pokémon and hurling it back in the direction it came from, where several humans and Pokémon were coming out at him. The resulting explosion created a heavy cloud of smoke and debris, which certainly would have slowed them down...if not doing some serious injuries or worse outright.

He might have felt worse about it if not for the situation. He was here in the first place because of their actions, and it was hard to feel remorse for people this terrible.

This hadn’t been what he’d had in mind when he’d accepted a job at a Pokémon research lab. He’d just been planning to be a Pokémon researcher, getting the inside scoop on how they worked with the help of his buddies Sly and Gammon. And for a while it had seemed normal...until he’d learned that his bosses considered themselves something akin to vigilantes who investigated and exposed illegal research and illicit labs. When they approached him for recruitment, he had been naturally hesitant, agreeing to a very simple infiltration posing as a prospective employee only because it sounded like there was no one else who could do it. He didn’t figure he’d like it much, or could even pull it off...but when he saw the horrific things they got up to in that lab, he was sold. There was no way he could tolerate that kind of thing going on knowing there was something that could be done about it. Now he was one of the most reliable agents they had, and Sly and Gammon were doing their share of work as well.

The mission today had been a more dangerous one than usual. It was an illegal lab, and secretive and suspicious enough that there was no way he could put up a front they would buy - it had to be a stealth mission. And for that, he was adjusted in a special way. The lab they worked at had numerous different machines for physical alteration - transformation into Pokémon, changing biological sex, and other things. One machine was designed to simply and cleanly reduce or increase the size of a human or Pokémon. There were upper and lower limits, but so far it hadn’t produced any side effects of note. This was the one that Kell particularly liked - there was something about being smaller that was interesting and fun, offering a new perspective to life, and plus it was a lot easier to hang out with Sly and Gammon on their scale - in fact they were even a bit bigger than he was. So he didn’t really have many problems getting shrunken down, apart from the fact that it was going to make him more vulnerable...but, that was why he had Pokémon.

On paper it was simple - sneak in, download data from their computers about their research, send the drive back to the lab, and then get out. The drive was equipped with the same technology used to send Poké Balls to computer systems, allowing them to just warp it back to them and not risk having it caught on them if they were captured. And everything had gone to plan up to that point - it had been nerve-wracking, getting in without being seen by anyone, trying to get to the systems and grab the data, but they’d somehow pulled it off and sent the drive back to home base.

But then things had gone south. Just as they’d left the room, they’d been seen by an employee, and the attack had been swift. Sly and Gammon had fought back a little, but there were too many for them to take on and they all knew it, all they did was try to slow things down and clear the way for their escape. Kell had tried to run away as well, doing his best to evade, but an errant Flamethrower from a Typhlosion had set his jumpsuit on fire. Dignity meant little in the face of life or death, and he’d shed the garment as quickly as possible...the exposure would be a pain to deal with later, but better than burns all over his body.

They’d managed to get some lucky turns here, and the slowly closing door at the end of the hallway told him that Sly had already gotten out, already good news. Now it was him and Gammon. “C’mon, pick it up, we’re almost there!”

“Easy for you to say, you’re not a fucking turtle!”

“I know, but you can use your water! Just do it, quickly!”

“Fine, just watch yourself!” Gammon spun into his shell and started rocketing around as jets of water shot out of the holes. He didn’t really have a lot of control, and went bouncing around the walls as he sailed down the hallway. It was good for covering Kell’s escape, at least, as any pursuers were bound to be thrown by the water jets. He rushed for the exit as the flying shell shot past him, slamming into the door and knocking it off its hinges. Kell was out a couple seconds later, booking it for the forest, following the trail of wet ground to catch up with Gammon.

He staggered up to the Wartortle, who was woozily pushing his limbs out of his shell, shaking his head. “Guh. That was a bit more than I expected. Guess it worked, though.”

“Yeah…” The shrunken human was panting raggedly. Adrenaline was still pumping through him, but he knew he didn’t have too much gas left in the tank.

“We can’t stop here, Kell, they could still be tracking us!”

“I know! But we’ve gotta find Sly’s trail, we need to meet back up with him.”

“To heck with that, let him find us! He’s the fast one, he’ll have an easier time with it!”

Kell couldn’t really argue with that; Sly was far quicker than either of them, naturally, and he wouldn’t have any trouble escaping no matter how he moved, while he and Gammon definitely risked being outrun. So he followed the direction, sticking to a straight-line escape, trailed by Gammon.

They ran until their legs couldn’t carry them any farther. Kell was the first to go down, heaving as his body gave out on him, almost blacking out from the exhaustion. Gammon stayed upright, but he looked as if he was about to drop himself. Neither one could speak for the time being, too caught up in recovering their breath to do anything else.

“Hey! You guys made it after all!” Sly popped out of the trees and landed on the ground next to them, looking very relieved. There wasn’t nearly as much fatigue on him - a limber mon made for agility, plus the use of Agility had eased the strain on his body. “I was worried I was gonna have to come back and make a daring and stylish rescue.”

“Sorry...to...burst...your...bubble…” Gammon panted.

“No, trust me, not even joking. I didn’t want anything more to do with that place. I don’t think anyone’s after us now...I think we might have thrown them into enough chaos that they lost us. Still, I wouldn’t mind putting some more distance between us.”

“If we can...get our breaths...then...I think...we should do that…” Kell agreed through heavy breaths. “Just...give us...a few minutes…”

---

The sunlight was starting to fade, as was the fatigue. The three had taken it slower for the last few hours, getting further away from the lab without any real concern for finding a way back to familiar territory. Weary as they were, they would be easy pickings if there were any pursuers, so distance was the best course of action.

After they finally came to rest, Sly dashed back out to check for trailers. Kell was a bit nervous about letting the only team member who was in decent shape leave him and a still tired Gammon alone, but if they were going to be ambushed either way it didn’t really matter much. However, Sly came back about ten minutes later with good news.

“I’ve checked around. No sign of anyone hanging around.” The other two let out sighs of relief at this news. “Still, we have no idea where we are, and we’re not gonna be able to contact anyone. So we could be out here for a while.”

“Better than trapped in there,” Kell reasoned. “Look on the bright side, Sly, you’ve always said we need to get out to nature more.”

“Yeah, well, I was hoping you’d be at full size so we wouldn’t have to constantly defend your ass.”

“You’d have to do that anyway. You think me at six feet is any more intimidating than me at three?”

“He’s got a point there,” Gammon chuckled. “I’m gonna count my blessings that we made it out. Those guys were nuts, and some of the stuff they were doing was scary. I wouldn’t want to be a Pokémon anywhere near there.”

“I wouldn’t want to be anyone anywhere near there,” Kell agreed. “I don’t trust that they’re not doing some nefarious experiments with humans as well. They seemed like the type to do just about anything.”

“Yeah...you think we’re gonna be able to catch them? The guys at the lab got our data, but I dunno if they can act on it, and they’ve gotta be on high alert there now...might be scrapping it all.”

“Man, I don’t care,” Sly cut in before Kell had a chance to respond. “I’m tired, annoyed, and ready to be done with this shit. And I’m so fucking horny I can hardly think straight.”

“Really?” Kell shot back. “We just had to race for our lives, run from creatures and scientists that might have captured and killed us or worse, have no clue where we really are, and you can only think about your dicks?”

“Yep, pretty much.”

He broke into a grin. “Thank god! I thought I was the only one.”

“Excitement’s good for the libido,” Gammon said with a smirk. “Why do you think I like to get it on right after a tough battle?”

“Yeah, makes sense. The blood gets pumping to a lot of places. Well, I guess that means we should figure out where we are fast so we can get a start on heading home. The sooner we do, the sooner we can get our rocks off.

Gammon shook his head. “Fuck that. Let’s just do it right here, right now. It could take ages to figure out where we need to go, I don’t wanna end up with blue balls because we waited until we weren’t lost.”

“Now? But…we haven’t got any condoms on us...” It was almost painful to voice the objection because he wanted it as bad as they did. But Kell knew that the machine that performed miraculous changes on them also had some issues, including dealing poorly with foreign genetic material when it was time to change back. In past times when they’d done this, Kell had always insisted on minimizing the risk of introducing that material, which meant safe sex practices...but that wouldn’t be possible in their current state. And there was no way it wasn’t going to be the two of them claiming his ass - that was how all of them liked it.

“We’ll be careful,” Sly assured him. “We’ll just pull out before we let anything loose in there.”

“Well...okay, that’s fine, I guess.” Sly couldn’t help but smirk a bit - the immediate acceptance showed just how much Kell wanted this, maybe more than the Pokémon did. “Just make sure to let me know when it’s coming, all right?”

“No problem, Kell. Now, shall we get started? Nice that it’s so easy to get to the goods.”

“Thank the idiot that burned off my uniform.” Kell could see Sly’s hemipenes emerging from his slit, dripping and fully hard in moments. Not that Kell wasn’t in the same boat, minus one of the organs; it was obvious that they were both wanting it bad. Without further hesitation, the human bent over for the Heliolisk, shaking his rear at him. “Well, best come and get it!”

“Oh, you’re the one who’s gonna get it,” Sly shot back with a snicker as he stepped up behind Kell. The touch of those dual cocks at his hole sent a slight spark through Kell’s spine, and he realized that he’d be feeling the double treatment properly for the first time - before, they’d just wrapped a single condom around the two, so it felt a bit more like one. The electrical tingling was new, too, usually prevented by such measures...Kell only had a moment to really realize that this was going to be very different before Sly took action.

With a single thrust, the Heliolisk embedded his twins fully into Kell. The human let out a yelp as the impact was punctuated by a shock, one that raced through him, especially into his gonads. It felt almost TOO good, the pleasure making him shake already. “Fuck, Sly, that’s incredible…”

“Brace yourself, we’re just getting started!” Suddenly Sly’s hips started flying, the reptile going full-speed as he rammed himself into Kell, reveling in the feel of the human’s ass around his poles. He actually felt it this time around, rather than having the sensations dulled by the irritating condoms, and it was as great as he could have hoped. “Damn, Gammon, you’re gonna love this, his ass feels great when there’s nothing in the way!”

“Heh, I believe it,” the Wartortle snickered, stroking his own cock as we watched the scene. He only had one, but it was big, a lot bigger than Sly’s, and he couldn’t wait to get his turn in Kell. Nothing was going to make it less than perfect this time.

Kell was certainly having the time of his life. The shocks were coming in time with the thrusts, and each one sent a wave of pleasure through him, radiating through his gonads and up his spine all the way to his brain. He couldn’t believe how good it felt...nothing they’d done before had been like this, not even close. And the slick fluids from Sly’s cocks almost felt like they were making him more sensitive to the electric surges, amplifying his pleasure. “F-fuck, harder, Sly!”

On command, Sly indeed went harder, grabbing Kell tight as he drove in with all he could muster. He loved the squeezes he got when he let jolts out, the warmth of the human’s tight ass...and he was getting a thrill out of the thought that his ample pre was probably already invading Kell with his genetic material. He and Gammon had always harbored a secret desire to “trap” their trainer, force him to stay small for an extended period of time while they had their fun. They’d never acted on it, but the temptation was certainly there. Of course, minimal stuff like precum probably wasn’t enough to interfere with the machine, but he could pretend...

He raised the intensity of the shocks he sent into Kell, and the human’s cries grew in volume as he did. “Sly! I’m so...I’m so close!” he almost yelled, his hands gripping the grass and almost pulling it out as he tried to get as much pleasure out of the rapid humping as he could. He was on the verge of cumming, and hard...

“You’re really getting into this,” Sly hissed as he pounded the human below him. He was getting close himself, and it was taking all his self-control to keep from blowing how he really wanted to, but Kell’s moans were just so deliciously tempting to him. He couldn’t help but lean down and tease, in a low, sensual yet aggressive voice, “I’ll bet you want me to release inside you anyway, don’t you? Want me to fuck you until I shoot everything I have into your ass, make sure you stay small like this for however long I can. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“Ngh...yes!” came the unexpected reply. “Sly, please...fill me, let it all go inside me, I don’t care if it keeps me from going back, I need it!”

“Really? You really want my seed inside you? You wanna feel me let loose and keep you like this?”

“Yes! Do it, Sly!”

That was all he needed to hear, and he let go of all his inhibitions to pound himself to climax in rapid order. “Can’t take it back now, Kell, ‘cause I’m...gonna...now!” With a tight grip and a final slam home, Sly shot off, spewing a plentiful amount of lizard batter deep into the shrunken human. The thundershock that joined with his climax coursed through Kell, triggering his own intense orgasm, his balls jerking almost painfully tight as he squirted hard onto the ground beneath them. In the throes of ecstasy, he pushed back against Sly, grinding into him and milking him for all he could deposit into his needy ass.

It was a nice, long reign at the top for both of them, and extremely satisfying as they finally started on their way down. Kell slumped forward a bit, ass raised in the air as Sly pulled out of him, his fluids draining deeper into him. It was an exquisite feeling, and he had no regrets about what had just transpired.

Sly didn’t, either, feeling quite pleased at the sight of his trainer properly bred. “I hope you weren’t just playing around…”

“N-no...I really did want it. They way you spoke, it was so hot I could hardly fucking stand it...and how you felt inside me, I couldn’t have handled not feeling everything, especially because I knew you wanted to…that just made it better...”

“Oh, really? You liked a little bit of domination, did you?”

“Gods, yes. Why haven’t we done that before?”

“Because those condoms kind of kill the mood for that sort of thing. Real domination needs to end with a bitch taking in his superior’s seed. You can’t really feel it right unless you’ve got that going.”

“Ah...well...now we’ve got that, right? Nothing getting in the way...and I took in your seed...so that makes me the bitch, right?”

“Yeah, you’re the bitch all right,” Gammon cut in, panting hard; his erection was throbbing and all the hot talk was only making his lust worse. “Now get in position because you’ve got another load to take in. I’m gonna make sure you’ve got enough cum in you to keep you like this for a year.”

“Heh...it’s quality, not quantity that rules the day there.” Not that it slowed Kell down any from turning himself over onto his back and spreading his legs for the Wartortle. “But you’re more than welcome to try anyway...I’ve seen how much you fill those condoms, you’re gonna make me swell up like a water balloon.”

“I’m going to try.” Gammon gripped the human’s shoulders and leaned over him, pressing the tip of his overlarge dick against that dripping asshole. With a grunt, he shoved in to the hilt, cool flesh filling Kell way beyond reason. A loud moan escaped him as he felt the intense stretch reaching so deep inside him...this, at least, was familiar, he’d taken Gammon to the hilt plenty of times. What wasn’t familiar was the slickness and coolness of the turtle shaft buried inside him; that felt incredibly nice and cool and soothing, relaxing even, making him more pliable for what was coming.

Gammon had to pause before he started thrusting - the pleasure was THAT good. It felt so nice to have the full heat and sensation of that tight booty wrapped around him, rather than a barrier in between. And on top of that, the remnants of Sly’s cum in Kell’s passages were sending sparks through his sensitive cock, making it even more stimulating. They’d talked a lot about that effect, but this was the first time actually able to realize it...it was almost too good, threatening to make him pop before he even got to the good part. But he managed to hold it back enough, and finally he was able to get his rhythm going, rocking back and forth and punishing Kell with quite a few thick inches of turtle meat.

Kell was brought to wanton moans in short order. Gammon was always a contrast to Sly - slower but more forceful and pushing deeper, taxing the limits of his body’s ability to adapt rather than trying to get as much energy out of it as quickly as possible. But the cool slickness was something entirely new; no lubricant of any kind felt as slippery or as fantastic on his insides as this did. “Oh, gods…Gammon, it’s...it’s so good...”

“Now you see why we didn’t like those things,” Gammon said with a slight menace in his tone. “Never feels good as the natural thing, does it?”

“N-no, not even close…”

“Damn right. And the way I see it, you owe us for keeping us stuck on that for so long.”

“Haah...make me pay, you big stud.”

“With pleasure.” Gammon drove in as deep as he could, using his weight to bear down on Kell and shove in harder. He was so naturally slick that the rubbers always threatened to come right off, forcing him to take Kell more slowly than he wanted before...now he intended to show the human such a good time that he’d never even think of constraining him again. Hard and fast his shell slapped against the human’s rear, slick slurps and squelches joining in here and there from the fluids gathering inside Kell; his precum was coming in healthy spurts, making him even wetter and the glide easier, as well as amping up the sparks that lingered around.

Kell was almost lost in heaven. First Sly had taken him there, and now Gammon...he’d really underestimated how much different it would be with that one small change. This was what he’d been missing out on...he was definitely not going to forget it. He was fully hard again, his dangling dick flopping back and forth, showering his own precum all over the place. Not even a drop in the bucket compared to what Gammon was producing...he’d seen the evidence, but feeling it was very different, he felt pretty full up already and that was just precum.

Soon Gammon started huffing; he was going to blow more quickly than usual, the amplified sensations driving him to the top with dizzying speed. “G-get...ready! Gonna...blow in you, make sure you stick around nice and small for us...for a good long while!”

“Ah, do it, Gammon! You know what it’ll do to me, make it happen and lock me in!”

“Ngah! Yeah!” One last thrust and a gusher went off inside Kell. Gammon’s arms wrapped around him as much as possible and the Wartortle made quick, short thrusts to aid on his emission, a massive spray of runny seed washing through his insides. There was so much, too much, his body couldn’t contain it, and plenty of it started squirting out of Kell’s rear around Gammon’s dick, covering his legs and crotch in white. It set off Kell’s second orgasm as well; he cried out and clenched down, squirming back and forth and slightly rutting himself on that great thick turtle cock to shoot his load all over the two of them. It was fairly limited...he had just cum out a ton from Sly’s treatment, after all. But Gammon was making enough mess for about ten of them.

He didn’t quite swell up like a water balloon, but it sure felt like he was about to by the time Gammon’s orgasm finally came to a stop. Even with everything that had come out, he was packed to the brim with the water-type’s seed; only a small amount of Sly’s tingling spunk remained within him, crackling a bit through the permissive fluid to send tiny shocks through him. He was well worn out now, at the end of the romp, but he’d be damned if it wasn’t worth every moment.

Gammon slowly pulled out of the human, panting heavily himself; it had been a while since he’d been able to let go like that. “Fuck...that was everything that a good lay is supposed to be.”

“Looks like we wore him out,” Sly snickered, nudging Kell with a foot. “Better hope no one’s chasing us, because I think we’ll be caught.”

“Don’t ruin the mood, thunderbutt. But we should get to a little more sheltered area...something tells me we’re not getting out of this forest today.”

The Heliolisk nodded; he had a thoughtful and devilish expression on his face, once that told Gammon that he was scheming or plotting something, and would have told Kell if he’d been in any state to notice. “Yeah, sounds good to me.

---

Kell had conked out as Gammon had been carrying him, and awoke again in the middle of the night. There was a small fire going not too far from where he was laying, by which he could see Sly and Gammon at rest.

The Zangoose was a complete mystery.

It took Kell’s breath away a bit to see the white furry creature sitting nearby him. Namely, just how HUGE he was. He’d gotten used to a lot of weird perceptions of size in his altered states - after all, both Sly and Gammon were taller than he was like this, a very different state from when he was normal. But the Zangoose was comparatively massive, standing half-again as high as he did now. He’d always thought of them as a smaller Pokémon, but that was proving not to be the case at all.

“Well now, about time you came around.” Sly’s voice, with a tone befitting the Heliolisk’s name perfectly, waded through his ears. “Thought we might have to carry you all the way home, and I wasn’t looking forward to that.”

“Mmph...you might have to anyway if you keep pounding me like that. But...uh...who’s the, uh, other guy?”

“Oh, just a guy Sly found wandering around the forest,” Gammon replied oh-so-innocently. “He helped us find a place to settle down for the night, out of the way and probably far enough away from anyone we might have recently pissed off. Also carried you part of the time, since he’s bigger than either of us and wasn’t slowed down at all.”

“You’re the tiniest human I’ve ever seen,” the Zangoose added with a smirk. “I didn’t even think they made them that small, at least not the old ones.”

“Well...this isn’t the usual me. Just a temporary thing, though, a couple of guys I know are trying to make it less temporary than usual.” It wasn’t hard for Kell to put two and two together - the Zangoose wasn’t just there as a random samaritan, and his own Pokémon weren’t grinning conspiratorially because they liked the look. No question he was going to be put to work again...and a part of him was liking that idea for sure.

The way the two of them talked earlier...they must have been wanting to do something like this for a long time. Maybe...I wanted them to. I didn’t really put up much of an argument when they suggested it, did I? And them doing it was so thrilling...if they’re just trying to confound things even more...I kinda don’t want to stop them.

“Interesting...I hope they make more. Toy-sized humans are interesting, and they look like they could be fun.” The Zangoose shifted towards Kell, getting on all fours and almost crawling over him. Sly and Gammon were doing absolutely nothing to stop him - confirmation of his suspicions if he needed any more. “They said you would repay me for my assistance...you gonna honor that?”

“Ah...well…I’m sure I should, it would be awfully rude not to. Do I...really need to ask what you want?”

The grin on the Zangoose’s face widened further, almost threateningly. “If you’re asking that question, then you already know. Turn over, bitch.”

Kell couldn’t have turned fast enough. His dick was already stiffening at the thought of what was coming...the big Pokémon being mildly threatening and clearly dominant was turning him on so much. He’d never realized how much he enjoyed stuff like this, the dominance and force from the Pokémon, and the thrill of being threatened into being locked down this way was turning him on even more. And it only got better once he saw what the furry Pokémon was packing between his legs - it would have seemed big to him normal-sized, but here it was a monster, bigger even than Gammon’s, and dotted with barbs all the way down. And he was going to get that all raw...he shivered in gleeful anticipation, which resulted in him looking like he was wiggling his rear to entice the Zangoose.

Not that he had needed much enticing...his weight came down on Kell, clawed hands locking onto his arms and pinning him in place. He gave Kell a lick on the back of his neck with his scratchy tongue, making the human gasp and tense up...right before drilling his cock all the way in, taking advantage of that added tightness to make the human see stars. And before any recovery could happen, he was dragging himself out and then slamming back in, taking long, somewhat slow strokes with incredible force behind them.

Kell’s voice was almost gone in an instant, the strain so potent that he could only let out quiet squeaks of moans. The sensations were crazy, his ass felt almost on fire from the friction of that massive cock stretching his orifice and the barbs constantly raking against his walls, leaving sharp tingles that lit his body up like never before. Such wonderful raw contact, sending his heart pounding wildly, making him squirm and tense and squirt precum all over the ground, what little movement he was capable of only pushing him back into the thrusts from the huge creature on top of him.

“Fuuuuck...he’s as good as you said,” the Zangoose hissed in bliss, his body starting to hump faster as his control ebbed from the overload of pleasure raging through him. “Haah, no wonder you want to keep him this way…”

“Fun, isn’t it?” Sly replied with a snicker. “Remember what we said, you gotta fill him up nice and deep.”

“Hah, wouldn’t dream of doing anything else. Bitch wants my seed badly, you don’t pull outta a nice ass like this.” He nipped on Kell’s ear. “Ain’t that right, little bitch? You eager to get nice and filled?”

Words failed Kell. “Aaaah...yaaah...haaagh…”

“Think that means yes, on so many levels,” Gammon cracked.

He couldn’t have been more right. Had he had the voice for it, Kell would almost have been begging. The desire was overwhelming, to be overpowered and controlled, to have his fate taken out of his hands and put into theirs...it hit buttons he didn’t even know he had, but now wanted to be mashed endlessly. Their forcing him to stay this way was the apex of those desires...he craved their superiority, and his shrunken size would reinforce that so much better.

Harder and faster went the Zangoose, ramming into him and panting hot breath onto the back of his neck. Kell could swear he could feel the racing heart against the furry chest on top of him, almost like it was in time with his own. The barbs on that Zangoose cock flared out further, scratching a bit more as he neared his peak. Kell could do nothing but eagerly anticipate the release, and his own as well...his throbbing dick was just waiting for the trigger.

And then he got it, as the Zangoose yowled out loudly. A gush of seed poured into him, and with that the tension was snapped, he cried out high and loud as he came as well, unloading onto the grass below, cum mixing with the pre that already was pooling beneath him. His ass clenched and milked that barbed dick, each shot sealing his fate further in his mind, building upon his already resplendent climax and nearly making him lose his mind. The slight jerking thrusts scratching those barbs against his walls kept him grounded, awakening him and stimulating him without fail.

He wasn’t quite as productive as Gammon had been, but when it was finally over Kell still felt a good bit of weight inside him from the fluid, a pleasantly warm sensation that made him tingle all over. As the Zangoose pulled out, it was clear that he’d given every drop he could; his dick was barely even dripping upon its removal. His ass felt mildly sore, but the wonderful soreness that came with the right use, and the feeling of rawness that he knew he was going to crave for good. It was as good as he could ever have imagined.

“That was way too much fun,” the Zangoose sighed as he stepped back and admired his handiwork. “I’m definitely gonna have to see if I can get one of these for my own personal use. Let me know if anyone’s offering.”

“I’ll have to keep that in mind,” Sly snickered. “You did great...heh, I think it’s our turn now.” Kell was pretty worn out, but he could see the Heliolisk and Wartortle approaching with eager erections jutting out in front of them, and no weariness was going to keep him from enjoying them.

As tempted as he was to ask the Zangoose to stick around for more, it seemed he had other plans. “I warmed him up for you nicely. Try not to wake the whole forest with his cries...maybe you’ll just have to stuff something in there to keep him quiet. Thanks for the ride.”

“Thank YOU for doing your part,” Gammon repiled. The Zangoose chuckled a bit and then trod off into the woods...and Kell had little more time to dwell on that as Sly’s dual cocks got right up in his face. He opened up, letting one push in while the other sparked against his face, then moaned around it as he felt another thick invader at his rear, Gammon ramming in and squirting a bit of the Zangoose’s cum out of him. They were really going to wear him out...not that he minded in the slightest, he was going to sleep well afterwards.

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A few days had passed since the escape, and Sly and Gammon were lounging around the house, killing time until Kell returned from the lab. The break was a nice change of pace from the recent weeks, and they were hoping it would last a while.

“You think they’ll find a way to turn him back?” Gammon asked lazily.

“They’d better not. We didn’t go to all that effort of mixing it up just to have them get around those issues that easily.” Sly chuckled. “I mean, he’ll get back to normal eventually...it just should take a while to make it safe again.”

The three of them had eventually found their way out of the forest, albeit slowly, since Kell was a bit worn out from the romps Sly and Gammon had put him through. Mostly the three of them together, but they’d ambushed him with a Nidorino just before they got out. The lab techs had been a bit short with them upon finding out what they’d done, but there was no helping it after the fact, and all they could do was perform examinations on Kell to see if there was something that could be done to avert the lockdown period. And Sly and Gammon weren’t exactly making any secret that they were hoping that wasn’t the case.

“Feels like it’s taken a long time...maybe they’re really trying to push something to fix it.”

“Or he’s just taking longer to get around because he’s so tiny. Or maybe he got gangbanged by wild Pokémon on the way back.”

“Oh, I hope not. I wouldn’t want to miss out on that fun.”

“I know, right? Maybe we should go looking for him, just in case?”

“Nah, I doubt that’s the case anyway. Perhaps we could make it happen ourselves, if he’s still tiny. Though we should watch out, we’re liable to wear him out.”

“Oh, I think I know a few ways around that. Get the right Pokémon, some berry or herb aphrodisiacs, or a bit of assistance from a Poison-type...he’ll be ours to do with as we please for a long time.”

Gammon’s gaze shifted over to Sly. “You sure that’s all right? He’s not exactly a sex fiend, we’ve been pushing him the past couple days...I don’t know that he’d be digging the kind of thing you’re thinking of, fun as it sounds.”

Sly just grinned back at the Wartortle. “You don’t know how kinky he really is. I’ve spied on some of the stuff he reads when we’re not looking over his shoulder, he has a thing for this kinda kinky stuff. Just because he never acts on it doesn’t mean he wouldn’t like to...and you saw how he got in the forest when we really took over, he was loving every second of it.”

“You think he’s been wanting us to make him our bitch then?”

“Hell yeah. I mean, if he’d had a problem with it, I think he’d’ve told us right off. Certainly before we let a Zangoose nail him. I think he wants us to do what we want, and show him what it’s like...and don’t tell me you don’t like the idea of that.”

“Hell to the no. I wasn’t gonna force it on him if he wasn’t really into that, but...if he is...well, I’ll keep pace with you in one way at least.”

“You’d better. Because I just saw him through the window.” Sly grinned as he hopped up. “And he’s just how we last remember him.”

Indeed, as Kell came through the doorway, he was still in his minimized state. Dressed in something this time, at least, but still undersized. “Hey, you two. I guess you’ve been waiting eagerly for my return?”

“As we always do...maybe a bit more eagerly than usual this time, though. So they couldn’t find a way to turn you back, eh?”

Kell nodded. “They wouldn’t even try it after the scanning was done. So much disruption, I think it wasn’t just the foreign DNA but also that Nidorino’s toxins. I’d taken too many different Pokémon, and even if it was just you guys the amount of spunk you’d shot into me would’ve made compensation more challenging than they were willing to risk. Heh, I guess quantity did matter after all.”

“So getting that help was a good idea after all,” Gammon remarked with a smirk. “So how long do we have?”

“I’m on 90-day leave, and they’re gonna examine me again at the end of it. Maybe I’ll be stabilized by then, though it could be even longer, they won’t know since I’ve never been destabilized before. Apparently it’s different for everyone.”

“So that means we’ve got a good three months of you all to ourselves…” hissed Sly as he rubbed Kell’s chest under his shirt. “I think we can have a lot of fun in three months…”

“Oh, yeah, plenty of fun…” chuckled Gammon, slightly menacingly. “We’ve got to make up for all the times we had to wrap up. You know you can’t ever make us even touch one of those stupid things again, right?”

“I’ve already tossed ‘em all. You’ll never have to think about it again, and neither will I. I’d sooner take being locked down again than miss out on feeling you guys for real...the tech guys said they were working on a way to make it so I wouldn’t have to be, but I kinda like the idea of being forced to stay this way. It’s like a vacation, though you guys are gonna keep me busy, I suspect.”

“Oh, you’d better believe it,” Sly said, humming a bit in the shrunken human’s ear. His fingers sparked a slight bit, sending mild jolts into Kell. “That’s just what we want to do, and that’s all that matters, isn’t it?”

“Ah...y-yeah. Damn, you’re good at that…”

“You sure about this, Kell?” Gammon asked cautiously, though there was a hint of definite excitement in his voice. “It’s gonna be awfully different from usual…”

“I’m sure. I...guess I’ve always kinda fantasized about it, and while I was walking back I kind of got more sure than ever. It’s fun ceding control to you guys...the time in the forest was the most fun I’ve had being small like this, it just kinda feels right. So I really wanna do the role reversal, have you guys be the ones in control of me. Just so long as we’re clear on where we stand when I’m normal.”

“Wouldn’t dream of questioning it,” Gammon assured him.

“Nor I,” agreed Sly. “You’re way more fun to boss around when you’re tiny like this anyway. But I hope you’re ready, because we’re gonna make you feel a lot of things...you’ll know what it’s like to be a real bitch before this is over, and you’re gonna learn just how kinky we can really get. But then again, you’ve been wanting that, haven’t you?”

“Haah...can’t get anything past you, Sly…y-you know...I’m still unstable...for a few more days...and I overheard them saying that...ah...the effects persist longer if you have...more different types of DNA influencing things...”

Sly and Gammon exchanged sinister looks; Kell wasn’t just throwing that out there for nothing. “Well then...I think we’ll try to go for the record. Hope you’re ready for a nice, long workout.”

Kell nodded in eager compliance. He was more than ready to reassert himself when he was back to normal...but he couldn’t have been in any less of a rush to get there, not when there was so much fun he wanted to have. “I sure hope so...I can’t wait.”