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"Ahhh, nice and private!" A jackal in blue and black took a hearty seat on a bench, already experiencing the likes of a steam room where all was fog and nothing but sweat was going to bother him. This jackal was a Lucario-a Pokemon with quite the fan base-and that chest spike could not mistake mistake him for anything else.

"You deserve this, Lorn. You really do..." This sauna was to be the newly known Lorn's escape from being stressed beyond reason; having a job was a lot more taxing than what a fighting type like him should deal with. He was thankful that this place opened up for business a day after his most stressful day at work to date-it was mighty convenient! He was glad to get a room for himself did not empty his wallet like the more expensive places near uptown, though he will admit that it was rather lucky to have a room designated for one. Don't saunas usually call for a group so that everyone can be satisfied at once?

The building itself wasn't even that big really; just a small parlor that acted as a joint for a masseuse spot right next door. Could call it the Building of Breath, because having all those soothing methods of relaxation in one building separated by a wall as thick as hardwood and insulation.

Anyhow, Lorn felt the steam kick up and laid back, towel laid over his sheath and sack despite having the room on his lonesome from here on out until he felt like leaving. Lorn was just trained to keep his naughty bits out of sight in case of a walk-in by any reason. Though even thinking about someone being sent here left his thoughts as the heat smothered his form. A Lucario like him was a perfect candidate to feel the true therapeutic effects of a sauna, for having a natural weakness to fire meant the projected humidity was doubly effective at making him fuzzy putty on the bench. And-in spite of him being a canine-he was sweating up a storm.

The state of mind to which one achieves total relaxation would lead to the deterioration of common and repressed inhibitions trained to be kept away from private use, but Lorn was in a mood to have his wits tested with a little self-pleasure.

Once he felt that point where his mind was a grassland being baked by the sun only to grow, he reached down to remove his towel. Suddenly, a low melody began to fill the room, most likely resonating from the speaker system in the far corner that was shrouded in the dense fog that threatened to suffocate the unprepared. Lorn was so deep into getting himself in the mood he didn't even catch that there was singing with the tune playing. His eyes were shut anyhow, so it didn't matter if he could hear the words precisely.

His paw found his sheath in the midst of his sluggish movements, rubbing around the rim of the opening that led inside to the big red rocket within. Lorn never flaunted his virility at others, but even he can admit that he was quite hung for a Lucario of his age. Though, he's never really "gotten down and dirty" with anyone other than his own paws, so he can't really say if his size meant anything. Oh well, least he can have a better space to get some alone time instead of in his bedroom.

Sauna steam usually blended semen to make it runnier, right?

Lorn's ears took in more of the music and his body started to tingle, his paw jumping up with a lot more energy than it had a second ago and his cock started pulsing its way out of its hiding place. In the midst of the oddly sweet-smelling fog, a faint hint of musk permeated the air from what was apparently Lorn's precum as he felt a shot run out of his tip. Sheesh, he must have been more pent up than he thought. Oh well, more reason to just abandon caution and go for a finish while he still had time.

As the room reached a point where barely anything else in the area was visible and the song was barely audible, Lorn reached peak arousal and felt his shaft stand at a rather rapt attention. The entirety of his length was shiny with a thick coat of preseed, though he only pumped to make matters worse-or better, really. As he sucked in air to keep himself from getting too light-headed, the tingles from earlier came back full-force. The Lucario moaned out into the room's atmosphere like a man starved of attention finally getting what was his, his paw moving ever faster in an effort to achieve satiety.

In the midst of his relish, he missed the lingering tingles at his feet clawing up to his ankles and leaving his fur to "sink" back into his flesh. Lorn kept on jerking off, unintentionally speeding things up down there, and thus missed the prickly feeling of having his body's main storage of heat, protection from the cold and decency recede within him. The pale pink skin that was left behind from the moment suddenly 'fell ill', gray filling out like a blotch of bleach touching on a black shirt from a spill. His feet were quickly rent from having any pads in a similar manner as the fur had been, and with them gone came the steady morphing of his digitigrade stompers into humanoid soles.

Though that wasn't all that transpired unbeknownst to Lorn.

As his masturbating began to climb to undiscovered pinnacles, his cock suddenly gained a layer of sensitivity that beat out brushing the tip with his palm tenfold. It was like being hypnotised and having your cock milked by a psychic type rapidly pumping a toy, or themselves, inside of you-from what Lorn would figure from watching porn of that caliber anyhow. During this revelation that his load was practically gonna leave him out on a loop for hours, his legs began to thicken with new muscle as if asleep from inactivity like a volcano-fitting since the bulking up proceeded with literal bursts of muscle, and only when did his thighs join in did the real transforming start.

"So g-g-g-gooooood...~" Along a brush to keep his tip flowing with precum, white fire of bliss coursed through every vein in Lorn's cock, making his knot swell on the spot and getting him to squeeze it like his life depended on him seeking to tie his own paw for the sake of finishing. But as much as he felt like his load was just around the corner after one final hurdle, and with all the frantic stroking that followed this sudden eruption of pleasure, he just couldn't hit relief at its finest. It was as if the ability to cum evaded him and more bliss was not giving it to him. Though with the sudden numbing of his other sweet spots, keeping a paw circling around his shaft's tip was the only way he'd get any excuse of a point of euphoric achievement.

Though, all of that could have been easier to detect if he opened his eyes to see his own dick shrinking in itself.

"Hooo, f-f-fuck...fffff....ah...! Don't give out on me...!" Lorn's balls were already receding within his crotch, but it was his cock stealing the show that made it clear that he was steadily losing penis mass and size. Slowly, that sheath joined in on the 'hide and seek' game and left that knot to fall away into nothing more than thick flesh within. And right on time, the 'graying' took over the area of which Lorn was rubbing down like a feverish drug addict.

The tune from the speaker was reaching its end, but Lorn could hear it loud and clear for some reason, making out the word "change...." from the otherwise indecipherable lyrics. The air was pink around him when he finally opened his eyes only to be unable to see anything from a foot in front of him, confusing muddling Lorn's otherwise peace-driven state of relaxation. Since when did steam do this...?

"What's g-going....?" That was as much as his current state would allow before he felt a red-hot blaze burn through his crotch like he had been holding a load in for too long across a week, and his body was reprimanding him for being so selfish of its needs, driven with the task to pleasure himself until his orgasm was hit.

But as Lorn reached down to get busy, he noticed that his paw didn't come across fur at all, nor a hot poker meant for plowing willing bitches-the literal ones, not in general-and making puppies. He could barely make it out by touch, but from what he could come across between his legs, there was nothing but an opening to a hole he never had before, hidden by a plethora of beefy folds to keep it from being completely exposed.

Completely when it wasn't puffy and drooling with need now that Lorn was busy on it.

This new entrance of his called for bliss, and while it would make sense to have a cock do the job, the jackal's fingers will have to do. He couldn't get much of his hand busy inside on account of his spike, but his paw pad still made due with his new sweet spot. Pressing on it made Lorn's new hole spasm and eject fluids out onto the bench and the floor below. Of which, Lorn's new feet were able to touch now that his legs were not of his own.

And speaking of his new changes, his resumed playtime got the euphoric tingles to surge once again within his body, getting Lorn's genitalia to quake in a mini-orgasm that only served to rile him up more as his nose picked up the pheromones addling his olfactory senses. As a canine, it was like sniffing pure pleasure, and he wanted more of it. Unfortunately, he wasn't going to get anywhere with junk like his. But at least the metamorphosis from Lucario to...whatever he was turning into now...was kind enough to start on his hands before going up to his chest so that his paws could rightfully lose their canine features and be as humanoid as his new feet. Once his saggy flesh got to work, the gray skin surface over Lorn's digits and within moments muscle burst within his arms as they steadily went from being strength-imbued noodles to actual beef.

"N-need....neeeeeeeeeed!" His mind was a wasteland of desire, everything from wanting to fuck the nearest pussy no matter who it belonged to on to lusting for a big, strong man to come pummel his guts with a cock that probably would make someone faint getting erect. Fantasies are fantasies, after all. Once the transformation coursed through his chest and left his body swarming with the volume of a bodybuilder with no Bulk Up required, it was clear what was actually happening.

Lorn was turning into a Machoke.

Especially with the lack of an extra set of arms slipping out of his shoulder blades like wings, it was clear his body was giving away to a rather beefier physique and the cause was still yet to be known. With the tune on repeat with 'change....change.....change' playing within decipherable earshot, and the fumes in the air practically swimming around Lorn to block his physical vision, it was led to believe that this was the combined force of some magic.

As Lorn's muzzle began to recede, he started to notice how much heavier he was. And not even from his bones, he genuinely felt like he stocked up on weight. He brought his free hand up to check on himself, and nearly punched himself in the eye from the size of his fist! It was a hand, not a paw, and with actual fingers instead of little extensions from his paws that barely had wiggle room.

The Lucario-going-Machoke should have been panicking all over, because aura was not the most optimal ability to lose when becoming something that wasn't yourself, but all Lorn's mind could receive was just how good it felt having a real hand to stuff his vagina with instead of rubbing on the clitoris. Submitting to his desires for sure this time, Lorn ignored the cementing of his new mouth before the gray skin surfaced across his fur-free body and went back to focusing on fisting himself.

"Gotta cum...I gotta....~" He couldn't help it; his clit was at that point where anymore touching would hurt rather than feel good, and exploring his new pussy was better than being confused the whole time. The Lu-Machoke...yeah, he's a Machoke...The Machoke groaned in a baritone voice that reeked of unaddled masculinity as he crammed the majority of his hand into his snatch to get those juices flowing. Legs up in the air like he was doing some leg exercises to tone himself unnecessarily, Lorn pumped in a blur that left him seething. Big guy didn't even notice that the steam had gone back to being white instead of hot pink with his eyes closed again, nor the absence of music since all one could hear was his fingers disappearing into his cunny and his vigorous noises of elation.

"FUCK YEAH!!!" Lorn shouted out in triumph as his pussy finally began the climatic throes of orgasm and started squeezing his hand like a clamp, juices splashing against his digits and soaking his seat and his feet. All that pent up desire from starting off with a little help into going crazy to feel that height of nirvana that almost no one can share....his pussy was shooting for what felt like hours. By the time he came to, the sauna was long since devoid of steam of any kind and he could see himself.

Sweaty, glistening from both the relaxation session and the effort to masturbate to completion; relieved, finally hitting satiety and coming down from an amazing high; and winded, because doing all of that plus changing into a new body had him exhausted.

But Lorn didn't get to rest for long before the door to his room opened. And a Machamp appeared.

Lorn's new senses-duller than actually using aural perception-went ablaze at the sight of the towering muscle god before him, the new arrival turning to lock the door from any intruders before they actually noticed the Machoke actually sitting there.

"Well hello there, handsome....uh...beauty?" Oh yeah, that would be confusing to guys, would it? Machoke were slimmer when they were female, and Lorn was definitely every inch of male except for his pussy.

"Don't worry about it...~" The newly formed humanoid smirked, eyes going lidded as they gazed upon that bulge in that famous black speedo the species line had. Lorn's was probably never gonna appear, and that was good. He didn't want anything blocking his pussy from view anyhow.~

Before the Machamp could question if he was leaving, Lorn spread his legs apart and dislodged his hand from his cunny to lick his fingers clean, his folds clamping shut almost right away in a rather rehearsed motion. Hell, Lorn even felt it tighten, and instead of pain it was pleasure that made him whimper at the newcomer.

"So much for subtlety..." They were on board, and Lorn practically came again when the Machamp threw their towel off to the side to get rid of their underwear. Out flopped a dick that looked like it would punch into Lorn's womb and make some good babies for the long run, and he couldn't wait to have it inside of him.

"Give it to me, big guy...~" No no, this wasn't some sentimental recoupling, this was gonna be a raw fuck. So Lorn moved onto his hands and knees on the bench and reached down to keep his pussy lips open. And as his partner came in and slowly pushed their way inside of his cunt, arms taking a possessive hold on his own and keeping them down so the Machamp could position themselves, Lorn could only think of one thing.

He'll be coming here more often.~