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It wasn't often you found a Ditto in the wild.

Any you did were quickly snatched up - they were, after all, desperately needed for Breeders, and many Daycares had started providing their own (for a fee, of course) so they were in higher demand than ever. Kate had, personally, seen a hoard of trainers fly in on their Pokemon to descend on a clearing not far from her home when a man had posted a picture of what looked to be a wild Ditto. It had taken the entire police force to clear them all out when, some three weeks later, not a single Ditto had been found.

Kate had wanted something different - her current neighbors at the hotel were_loud_, horribly so, and she couldn't get a moment's peace without one of them yelling or screaming - so she'd made for that clearing. No one dared go near it, not after remembering the crowds of trainers and breeders searching every nook and cranny trying to find that Ditto, but she'd been there once or twice and found it rather nice and peaceful, so it was there she went.

And it was as peaceful as she remembered. The grass was thick and lush, a handsome dark green from the plentiful rains, and the trees that surrounded the clearing were heavy with fruits that she paused to graze on, the pecha berries juicy, exploding in her mouth. It felt almost sinful to sully it with what she was about to do, but she felt far more comfortable out here than in her room with her raucous neighbors, so she shrugged off her sweater, slinging it over a fallen tree to protect her shirt and her arms from the rough bark before leaning against it, splaying out her legs and grabbing her phone, looking for her bookmarked, favorited videos. She was already tingling between her legs but it could never hurt, right?

Blasting a porn video in the pretty, serene glade felt horribly awkward, but it was better than putting in her headphones and getting walked 'in' on. Besides, there were Pokemon around (though not many, and generally not dangerous Pokemon) and she didn't quite fancy getting mauled in the middle of fucking herself.

Or stared at. Nothing was more disturbing than looking up during your climax to find a Pokemon's beady eyes staring at you, not knowing that they were watching something that was supposed to be private.

Her eyes stared hungrily at the video as she unbuttoned her pants, unzipped them slowly. Licked her lips as the man on the video took himself in hand, pre-cum dripping and ran her fingers along the edges of her lips, scooping up some of the arousal that was starting to build with a shudder, swiping them along the inside of her lips over and over until she could barely hold her phone, biting her lip to keep in her moans before remembering_'Oh, I'm alone,'_ and allowing them to tear out of her throat, nearly pulling the breath from her lungs each time.

And then she_wasn't_ alone, because there was a gluggy "To?" and she yanked her hand from her pants to see a gloopy ball (though not really a ball, it was lumpy) of purple blinking at her, its mouth open in a startled O. It somehow gave off the feeling of tilting its head, saying "To?" again as she gawped back at the Ditto - huh, so that hadn't been a faked picture after all.

A very perverted Ditto, then, considering what had brought it out. "Easy," she whispered, not wanting to alarm it into shifting and attacking her, "We're friends, aren't we?" It wobbled, mouth shifting into an angled, uncertain line.

Without thinking, she reached out a hand like she would to a strange but_friendly_ Pokemon, forgetting that it still dripped with her arousal, gleaming in the bright sunlight, at least until the Ditto slumped forward to 'sniff' at it, eyes going wide and mouth spreading into an open mouthed grin, and she could only stare in horror as it chimed a happy "Ditto!" before leaning forward and engulfing her slick-covered fingers in its goop.

"No!" she hissed, trying to pull back but the Ditto leaned forward, sliding along with it to keep her fingers in its 'mouth', "Don't do that, bad Pokemon!" but it kept going, began to 'suckle', and she couldn't help but to shiver, that tingling between her legs reigniting as its slurping picked up along with the squelching from the video which_'oh I didn't turn that off.'_

"Ditto, no!" but it began to climb her arm, squeezing and releasing in a way that wasn't uncomfortable, its 'face' twisted in an expression that could only be described as pleasure as it tasted her arousal on her hand, watching her in hopes for more. Kate couldn't help but to groan as, with a particularly hard squeeze, her hips bucked and a whine spilled from her throat. "Ditto!" It echoed her, chiming its name back and oozing back to the grass, looking up at her hopefully and all she could think about was that rhythmic pulsating on_other_ places and, though it was completely taboo and completely horrible she hurried to turn off the video and toss her phone aside, fumbling frantically to yank her pants off and join them with her phone.

"Dit!" it sighed, swishing from side to side as it basked in the sight of her cunt, her lips flushed pink and swollen, gleaming with her arousal, the inside of her thighs stained with glistening need. She reached down, parting her fingers around her clit to spread her lips even wider, slick beading at her slit before sliding down, along the crack of her ass before darkening the grass beneath her.

She ground the heel of her palm over her protruding clit and begged, "Ditto, please," and that was all it needed, hurrying up to her as fast as it could to prod at her clit experimentally - this was, after all, very new to the horny Pokemon - and finding that she reacted favorably, hissing through her teeth and arching her back to present her gleaming mound to it and, after a moment's thought, the Ditto plastered itself to her, covering her mound and her ass so large was it, face down against her so it had the best view there was to get, beginning to shake and vibrate and she threw her head back with a loud keen, "Oh Arceus!"

Any reservations she'd held onto were quickly rid of as it continued to sway and move, to vibrate and twist against every sensitive part of her, its goop entwining around her straining clit until, arching her back and bucking until she nearly unseated the Pokemon, her mouth dropping into a soundless scream, she came, fingers digging into the dirt and grass, squirting and soaking the Ditto, the transformation Pokemon absorbing her arousal.

She slumped beneath it, trembling, but the Pokemon didn't stop, only went at her clit harder and harder, a mischievous grin tearing at its face where it was pressed against her until, squealing loudly, she clenched her fingers and tore up clumps of dirt, curling in on herself and flailing in an attempt to escape the overload of pleasure.

Finally she went limp, panting for breath and whimpering "Please Ditto, no more." and it made a protesting sound but stilled, though it didn't let go of its grip on her groin, rather enjoying the slick arousal that continued to leak into its purple goo.

The grass rustled, and the pair froze. Well, Kate froze - the Ditto was already very still. She was a total mess and, if anyone walked up, it would be obvious what had occurred. Her shirt had rumpled up, baring her heaving, sweaty breasts, and the Ditto was still clasped tight to her groin, her mound and her arched ass still visible through its translucent body.

The Ditto panicked - it still remembered all the trainers coming for it, and the near month of endless terror it had suffered through as it fought not to be captured. And so it looked for the nearest hiding spot - somewhere, anywhere, dark and small, where no one would think to look and - oh, duh, there!

And then the trainer couldn't quite focus on her fear of a wild Pokemon that had come to eat her, or someone that would tell everyone that she'd been caught fucking (or would that be getting fucked? having been fucked?) by a Pokemon - and a wild one at that! - as the Ditto seemed to crumple, impossibly shrinking in on itself as it shoved what was almost a tentacle into her cunt, spreading her easily, already well slicked from what of its goop had leaked into her while it had pleasured her and her arousal from working herself over and the Ditto bringing her to climax twice over. It pressed inside easily though quickly it began to hurt, her eyes crossing as her mouth dropped open in shock and horror that quickly turned to arousal, something in the Ditto's make-up making it feel_impossibly_ good, her hips dipping down to help it as it rushed inside her, filling out every nook and cranny, every dip and crook in her arousal-lengthened channel until, finally, she was as full as she could get and it was pressed up against her climax-opened cervix.

It pressed down incessantly against her g-spot and she threw her head back, shrieking so loud Pidgey and Spearow shot from the trees. It was the strongest orgasm she'd ever had, even stronger than the one from before, and her hips bucked up, her back arching as she thrashed as though having a fit, babbling nonsense and pleas, pleasure racing through her in waves like a beach in high tide, rapid and almost constant and_oh god_ she was going to have a heart attack it wouldn't stop and her cervix was opening wider and wider and the Ditto was beginning to ooze inside of her womb, each contraction from her orgasm sucking more and more in and then her orgasm wasn't quite so strong as enough of it was sucked in that it wasn't resting on her pleasure spot and she slumped to the ground, pleasure drunk and drooling, a dumb smile on her face as she stared at the sky.

The Rattata that had had the misfortune to stumble upon them stared in horror, the elder covering the younger's eyes, before leading them back into the trees.

"Holy shit."

She laid there for quite a while, stretched out in the grass and breathless, struck dumb by what had just happened. Had a Ditto really just gone up...inside of her? She hadn't known anything could go that far up inside of her. Her hand reached down to hesitantly rest on her stomach - maybe she had imagined it? (though there was no way she'd imagined such a strong orgasm) - but found it distended, taut to the touch, and her heart leaped into her throat and began to race, oh shit oh shit oh shit there was an Arceusdamned Ditto in her Arceusdamned womb!

And then her taut stomach rippled, the skin seeming to dance beneath her fingers as the Ditto tried to get comfortable, and her vision rippled - oh Arceus, that felt almost good, but she was panicking and oh it was a_Pokemon_ inside of her and not in a good way. This was what she got for letting herself get fucked - and not even fucked! it had only sucked her off! - by a Pokemon out in the open. Karma. Karma is a fucking bitch. Fuck Karma with a spiky Ditto.

"Ditto?" she tried - maybe it just needed a bit of coaxing? "It's safe now, you can come out." The_'please?'_ was obvious but unspoken.

Her stomach rippled, and she'd swear the bulge moved up just a bit. The 'no' was quite obvious. "Ditto, Ditto please?" but that time the Ditto didn't even deign to answer, congealed still and heavy low in her stomach, and her heartbeat ratcheted up. "Oh, please?" but even begging wouldn't work, it didn't move an inch.

Okay. Okay, no panicking. So she had a Ditto in her stomach? That was fine. She could figure this out - surely she wasn't the first person to have this happen? Pokemon were_weird_, they did strange things. This probably had happened to Pokemon before, even! She could do this, she could figure this out.

She just... had to get to her hotel room first. Like hell was she going to the doctor. Any doctor. At all. Not even if it started to kill her. She'd sooner die than have_anyone_ see her this way. This was fine. Pokemon training... happened.

Standing was... hard. She got to her knees, lost her balance as the Ditto sloshed inside of her, and fell forward onto her hands. Planted her hands onto her thighs and started to push herself up again before catching sight of her phone, and realizing that gathering her things would be very hard once she got to her feet. Hell, if getting to her knees was this hard, she could hardly imagine the struggle of bending and kneeling and crouching to pick things up. So, feeling thoroughly embarrassed and half fearful another Pokemon would come across her, her stomach feeling impossibly heavy and straining horribly on her back, she crawled over to her backpack, dragging it to her phone and shoving it carelessly inside. There. Done.

A breeze chilled the slick and Ditto mess on the insides of her thighs, and she cussed. No, not done. She raised her head, looking around for her pants and underwear, and found them not far away though, at the moment, it felt as though it might as well be miles. But she refused to try and walk back without pants - she'd already look strange enough - so she propped herself up on her hands and knees and, struggling to compensate for the wriggling, jiggling, swaying swell of the Ditto, crawled over to them, taking deep breaths every time it swayed, threatening to knock her over. Oh,oh that was a weird feeling. She wasn't sure what to make of it. It didn't hurt, per-say, but it wasn't pleasurable either.

And then came the issue of putting on her pants. Kate had to, awkwardly, feeling like a beached Walrein, roll over onto her back, stomach jiggling and swaying, having to prop herself up laboriously on the log to be able to reach her feet and tug on her pants, having already deemed her underwear a lost cause, not wanting to try to bend over twice, and tossing them in her bag. Jeans, as it turned out, were_hard_, and they barely managed to fit over her sides - finally, she had to leave them unzipped and unbuttoned, tucked under her shirt.

Trying to get back to her hotel was even worse. It took her the better part of half an hour to get to her feet, staggering and stumbling drunkenly, gripping the log until, finally, she grew at least somewhat used to the pull of the Ditto towards the ground and managed to stand up, if not straight, straight enough, slinging her backpack over her shoulders and finding it helped her balance some, clutching her stomach and feeling the Ditto shift (and she'd swear she heard a "Tooo," but nope, that was too weird, no sir no ma'am no way no how,) beneath her palm as she picked her way carefully back to town.

She should go to the doctor, she knew that. But what would she tell them? "Oh excuse me sir, I let a Ditto doodle me and now it's found its way all up inside me, whatever should I do?" Yeah, right. So to the hotel she went. First, though, she mussed her hair up more than it had been, making bangs to hide her face, and tried to hide herself as much as she could - the bulge made her look nine months pregnant, and she couldn't exactly answer "Yeah I got invaded by a Ditto" if someone asked her why she suddenly looked so pregnant, so incognito she went.

By the time she got to the hotel, she'd been 'congratulated' so much that her mouth and neck hurt from smiling and nodding.

She allowed herself an hour of panic at the hotel. By the end, she counted twelve destroyed pillows, forty flung pillows (of course, those were the same pillows flung over and over, she hadn't rented_that_ fancy of a room), twenty four screams muffled behind her hands because she didn't want her neighbors to scream at her, four blows to her stomach and two orgasms from the blows to her stomach Arceus_damn_ but that Ditto felt good.

The next day, having gone to sleep hoping the Ditto would work its way out of her, no longer frightened and her body relaxed, waking up disappointed and feeling horribly full, she went to work trying to get the Ditto out of her.

She remembered, first, how it had gotten into her, (with a great deal of blushing, naturally) and thought, maybe, that was how she could get it out of her. So, awkwardly, she tried to squat on the bed, hands on the wall (it'd make a mess but she'd already lost her security deposit, so oh well) only to find her stomach was too big to reach between her legs and_damn_ she'd been hoping gravity would be on her side but apparently not so she finally flopped onto her side on the bed, the Ditto wobbling in her stomach, taking a moment to catch her breath before working herself onto her back, leaning against the wall and spreading her legs as wide as she could, finding that she could, with some contorting, reach between them.

But she wasn't wet. Wasn't aroused in any way. Which... well. She closed her eyes, imagined all sorts of things, ground the heel of her palm into her mound and found it in no way arousing.

And then her stomach rippled, and she remembered - the Ditto, suckling at her clit - and gasped, twitching her hips - the Ditto, clinging to her - and then she was soaking, began to rub herself with abandon, tilting her head back only to nearly lose her balance, panting for breath, finally slid one, then two, fingers inside, crooking them in a 'come hither' gesture as though to beckon the Ditto out though, of course, that wasn't what she was trying to do. Her fingers pressed against her g-spot and she yelled, free hand flying up to cover her mouth, and finally had to bite the skin to keep from making too much noise, the Ditto writhing inside her as she did the same, bucking and twitching as she grew wetter and wetter, stroking that spot inside of her with precision.

The coil inside her clenched, then released. Her head snapped back on a soundless scream as her hips rolled over and over, walls clenching and releasing on her fingers, trying to draw them deeper inside but she physically couldn't, could only whimper and pant and gasp as she flooded her hand and prayed that the Ditto would be coaxed out.

When she went limp, though, the Ditto was lodged in as deep as ever.

By the end of the hour, she'd put in a rush order for a toy - maybe she needed to be stretched? maybe it couldn't fit? maybe it was desperate hope? - to be delivered the next day.

The toy was much larger than she usually preferred. But she was growing increasingly desperate, so she grabbed the package that she'd had delivered to her hotel room and left in front of her door and brought it inside (granted, squatting down to pick it up had been an effort in and of itself), turning it over and over in her hands, feeling slightly intimidated.

Maybe she should have gone for something_slightly_ smaller...

By the time she felt comfortable to press the toy inside herself, she was shaking and exhausted. The towel she'd put down was soaking wet, having wrung several orgasms out of herself in her attempt to stretch her walls as far as they'd go to the memory of the Ditto clinging to her.

Her throat clinched tight on a scream as she pressed it inside her, deeper and deeper, gasping "Oh, Arceus, oh Arceus, oh Arceus," it was big, so_very_ big, and somewhat uncomfortable but it pressed against her just right and she could have cried as it dragged along her g-spot and then - she came - violently, shaking and convulsing and her vision went white as the Ditto shook in her womb but by the time she went limp it was still stuck tight.

Desperate, she went to sleep with the toy inside her, but when she woke and pulled it out there was no sign of the Ditto having come loose.

By the end of the week, her wrists hurt from using the toy, and even orgasming didn't feel quite so joyous as it used to.

And then her cunt got tight, and things got_weird._

It started with her breasts.

She'd reached up to tweak them, and nearly yelped. They were_sore_, so sore she was sure she'd chapped them from her attempts to get the Ditto out. But a look in the mirror and they looked fine but... had her breasts gotten bigger?

The peeing... well, that wasn't too odd. She put it off to the Ditto sitting on her bladder. It was annoying, though.

And then she started getting sick, and a sinking feeling settled into her stomach. Every morning without fail, and every evening at six pm. The smell of certain foods cooking sent her fleeing for the bathroom, and she could barely keep anything down.

It made her think of... well, it made her think... but surely not? But she'd rather be safe than sorry, so she fled for her laptop and, making sure to turn on incognito mode, searched up_can a pokemon get a human pregnant?_

The answer, it seemed, to her great relief, was_no._

But she didn't get her period, and she was_terrified._

By the end of the first month, she had half a mind to damn it all and go see the professor. But then she imagined the look on his face, feared he'd blab and that she'd forever be known as a Pokemon-fucker, and discarded the thought. Arceus, that reputation would never leave her and she'd never be taken seriously as a trainer.

The second month was much the same as the first, though worse. Her nausea lasted all day, and she could eat only porridge, if that. She spent most of the day sleeping, woken only when the Ditto shifted around in her stomach, leaving her to press her palm against it in hopes of settling it down, and found herself painfully moody, almost crying when, daring to order flavored porridge, the wrong one was delivered.

The third month was... somewhat better. She wasn't as nauseous and, when she began to crave pasta, she dared to order it and found she could keep it down. Her breasts continued to grow, and to ache, and her stomach widened, the Ditto settling in a more comfortable position that let her breathe just that little bit easier. Her tears didn't come so easily - she was sent spaghetti instead of al pesto at one point and merely ate it to keep from wasting food.

The fourth, she felt much better. Her nausea and cravings died (at least for the most part, she'd kill a bitch for ramen of any sort), but she grew an absolutely depraved sex drive. When she wasn't napping she had her fingers inside of herself, the jostling of the Ditto inside her serving only to spur her on and_Arceus_ it felt so good. She found herself ordering more toys (and prayed that the site's privacy promises held up, she couldn't imagine what her bank would think at some of the things she chose) as the first threatened to wear out.

The fifth, she couldn't stop eating. The place she ordered her ramen from seemed to have guessed her worry, as they wrote 'congratulations!' ':D' ':)' and drew little baby-themed doodles on her cartons. She'd half a mind to switch to another take out place but it was_so good_ and just the thought brought tears to her eyes, she craved that place and that place only and her appetite had increased to the point she was ordering out twice a day (and her wallet was sobbing). Her days were... interesting, most of them spent napping, eating or trying to get herself off when she was awake, pleading and trying to convince the Ditto to get out of her when she could.

It never did work.

The sixth, her breasts were as large as they'd ever gotten. Her teeth ached, and her legs cramped. She couldn't touch her breasts without flinching, and her attempts at crouching, desperately trying to work the Ditto out, were harder to do than ever.

The seventh, she dared to prod her breast, and nearly keeled over as lightning shot up her back and milk beaded on her tit. Kate cussed, and curled up on her side, that_need_ that had never quite left her burning through her like a forest fire, reaching out and grabbing the cup she'd been using to keep some water by her bed, blessedly empty, and putting it below her tit so she could knead at her breast, crying out unabashedly as pleasure shot through her, milk dribbling into the cup. With every knead the coil in her lower stomach drew tighter and tighter, and more milk dripped from her tit until it was streaming and then she came, convulsing and gasping and barely managing to keep from screaming, and it sprayed into the cup.

From then on, she had to milk herself every day or hurt horribly.

The eighth month, she was filling up several cups a day, and still hurting.

Towards the end of the eighth month, she woke to a cramp in her stomach. And then another, and another and_oh no_ she'd spent a few days every week trying to get it out and had long accepted that her body thought itself pregnant (or, even, that she was pregnant by the Ditto and the thought that she might be carrying a Ditto or a baby or some horrible hybrid of the two set her stomach to churning without fail) but she'd never thought she'd actually have to give birth.

Another cramp tightened in her stomach, shot through her back, and she clenched her fingers in the blankets, took a deep breath. Shit, but that hurt! Another, and she arched her back, the breath torn from her lungs, and she started counting - how many minutes between them? Not many, they were coming fast and oh this was going to make a mess, wasn't it? Maybe... the bathtub?

She moved to sit up, yelped in pain and doubled over as another tore through her, stealing the breath from her lungs.'Arceus in hell this hurts!' The moment she could catch her breath she shoved up only for a strange pop that she felt more than heard to go through her, then something trickled down her leg - wet and goopy, like the Ditto had been but more liquidy and... was that her waters breaking? Oh, she'd never thought she'd have a water.

Something strange every day, she supposed, when you were pregnant by a Ditto.

Another contraction, more liquid trickling down her legs, another bitten off cry to keep her neighbors from calling the cops. Finally she managed to stand, clutching her stomach and panting for breath, trying not to grimace at the way it swayed and sloshed as though the Ditto were fighting, trying to get out, though the skin was tense to the touch despite it.

She waddled to the bathroom, stopping every few steps to lean against the wall, a table, a chair, as contractions tore through her, stealing her breath and leaving her bending double as best she could, tears trickling down her face. Some of them were so painful she almost buckled and called the professor, but as the pain would fade (though still the Ditto thrashed and fought) she'd change her mind.

Getting to the bathroom was agonizing but, impossibly, she did it. Thanked every god she knew of that she slept only in a shirt as she suffered hot flashes she shucked it, struggling to step over the rim of the bathtub and cross her arms, resting against the wall of the tub. Crouching had grown harder over the months but she found it made the contractions that left her biting her arm hurt less and then,oh, she needed to push, oh Arceus she needed to push -

• but she couldn't fight it. Could only bear down, eyes crossing with the effort, trying to dig her nails into the wall but it was tile and so all she could do was strain, making sounds like an Emboar in heat, contractions coming on top of each other, unable to stop to catch her breath, sweat soaking her skin and tears dripping down her face. The liquid - some strange mix of Ditto and her birth-fluid - dripped down her leg, more and more.

A push, and nothing.

Another push, and nothing.

Finally, her knees buckled under her own weight and the thrashing of the Ditto, and she had to slump to the ground, her stomach rippling with the Ditto as it slowly moved down, taut with the force of her contractions, and she had to stop to breathe between several of them, slowly rolling over to brace herself against the side of the tub, her feet not reaching the other end.

Say what you will about the hotel, but it had big tubs.

She dug her feet into the porcelain, pushing, and pushing, and pushing, the contractions never-ending, crashing down on top of each other, her stomach wobbling and twitching and convulsing. Her nails tried to dig into the tub, skidded along it, and finally there was some sort of ooze at her lips and the Ditto began to slide out, gushing more and more with each agonizing push until, with a bellow she'd never known herself capable of, it plopped out of her, squinting in the light.

Kate slumped down, gasping desperately for breath, as the Ditto began to split, tiny little Dittos breaking off from the sides of it, blinking in surprise while the original wrapped around her sweaty leg.