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Waking up from a deep, groggy sleep, Tyler took a moment to judge his surroundings as he slowly came to. The last thing he recalled was being harassed by Team Rocket with the usual threats of having his Pokemon taken. He'd wanted to fight, but before he could grab one of his Pokeballs, he'd been hit with a pinprick of something akin to a dart, and passed out...

It seemed like he was in a padded cell of some kind, with no visible windows and only one outline of a door. It seemed to be his only potential escape and he rushed for it, feeling along the wall for any way to open the mechanism. To his dismay, there was nothing he could find to aid in his release. However this room was constructed, it did not seem to be meant to be open from this side!

Why was he in a cell like this? He'd never heard of Team Rocket kidnapping trainers. Was he being held for ransom? To be brainwashed to help their cause? What was their endgame!?

"Aww, it looks like our newest subject is finally awake! And, just in time, too!" Came a woman's voice over an intercom that Tyler hadn't noticed before now. It seemed mounted in the corner of the chamber with a camera, though too high up for him to do anything about.

"What are you going to do with me?" Tyler asked, not entirely sure how to respond. He didn't want to come off as too confrontational, lest they were aggressive with whatever plan they had for him. Despite how much he detested their organization, there were still many things they could do that he had no inclination of being involved in. Psychic Pokemon were powerful and dangerous, after all, especially in the wrong hands! They could attempt to mind control him, or worse!

"Do to you? We've already done it, silly boy!" the woman's voice replied in a tone that was almost mocking.

Tyler felt himself fume at that. How dare he be treated like a child?! He was almost thirty, and had been a professional trainer for several years!

"I can see that you have a hot streak. That's good for us. I can only hope that carries over to your new form," the woman continued, obviously not caring for Tyler's state of being.

"Let me out of here! You aren't getting away with this!" Tyler yelled his defiance. He was sure the Saffron police would be here sooner or later! They had to come looking for him, right?

"You won't get away with this? Really? Those are some of your last words? Well, enjoy them while you can, I guess," she remarked.

"Don't worry, this won't hurt. You might feel a bit of a jolt as the process starts, but once it does, you'll get used to it!" Said the woman, emphasis on that one word that made Tyler nervous. What was going on?

An ache in his hands drew Tyler's attention downward towards digits that were feeling tingly and stiff. He tried to flex them a few times, to remove the irritation that had suddenly overcome him. Yet, to Tyler's dismay, the ache only seemed to grow worse the more he wrigged his fingers. It was akin to carrying heavy groceries with his fingers and being unable to flex them afterward. Yet there was nothing to explain their present numbness.

"The hell...?" Tyler muttered, not sure what to think with the ache growing worse and worse. He tried to move his fingers one more time, realizing with certainty that he no longer seemed to have that ability.

Yet, he was shocked to feel them start to twitch beyond his control. Tyler stared at the impossibility of his fingers shrinking, the tips thickened as his nails grew longer and began to poke into points. What the hell was happening to him!?

In terror, he looked up at the camera, a pleading expression on his face as the aches from his hands continued to grow more insistent with each passing second. It had to be something the Rockets had done to him. But what could make him change so drastically? Was this some sort of illusion?

"Now, now, if I told you this soon, it would ruin the surprise! Just watch for now!" Said the woman's voice over the intercom, as though reading his thoughts.

Despite himself, Tyler could feel tears falling from his face in fear of what could be happening. The fingers on both hands continued to shrink, as though withering away. There was hardly anything left of them as they diminished into the edges of his palms, small nubs that he could barely twitch even with all his effort. With his fingers in their current state, Tyler barely noticed that his wrists were getting longer, pulling up his thumbs as they, too, started to shrink. His hands almost looked like...

A million thoughts raced through his mind as his fingers finished their regression. He had seen such a thing before, of course. The thickening skin on his palms and fingertips only served to cement his suspicions. His hands had turned into a set of paws! But, it was impossible, wasn't it? He had to be dreaming!

Yet, regardless of how much he tried to wake up, he couldn't deny that his fingers were growing claws from the tips, or that the thick skin at the bottom of each looked like paw pads. No matter how much Tyler wished it away, there was no denying that all that remained of his hands looked exactly like paws!

"W-what are you doing to me! Help!" Tyler yelled to the uncaring camera. He raised his new paws to the screen, as though showing the unseen force what was becoming of him, in a desperate bid to have it reversed.

"Now, now, it's too soon for that! Let's watch it happen together, shall we? Maybe the next part will give you an idea of what kind of power Team Rocket possesses!" Said the malavent voice, seemingly more interesting in mocking Tyler's reactions than helping him!

Tyler could only moan as the backs of his paws started to itch, as though the skin was afflicted by something. To his detriment, he could see a smattering of yellow hairs start to cover the area, running up his arms and shoulders. It became apparent that they were coating his chest and back as well, the itching getting more severe all over his body.

Yet, Tyler was soon distracted from the itching by an ache in his ears. Reaching up, his paws bushed against something longer and more pointed than what he'd been expecting. Without a mirror, it was impossible for him to tell for sure. Were his ears changing next?

"Oh, I knew I forgot something! It's much more fun to have you see the process firsthand. Mirror?" She asked, as though in offering.

Without waiting for a reply, a panel in the wall in front of him slid open, and a mirror became exposed as Tyler started into it. He was just in time to see his ears being molded, pushing outward as the tips started to grow pointed. They lengthened triple beyond their former size, and were still growing. They curved inward slightly, the insides peppered with dark hairs as the same sickly yellow ones coated the outsides.

A shiver of fear ran through Tyler's body. It looked like he was becoming some sort of canine. The yellow fur was a dead indication. As impossible as it was, Tyler was turning into a Pokemon!

Pitifully, he looked up at the camera, imagining the sadistic look in the woman's features as tears started to flow from his eyes. He couldn't be turning into a Pokemon! He didn't want this!

"What are you doing to me! Stop!" He tried to yell out, unable to keep the fear from his voice. How could he not be afraid when his body was literally being reshaped with each passing moment!

"I love this part. It's far better than explaining to you fools beforehand. The realization that we do have the technology to turn humans into Pokemon. Knowing that it's your fate to be used by a trainer to fight. And you can't do a damn thing about it! HAHAHA!" Cackled the woman in a sadistic manner that made Tyler's blood run cold.

How could she be doing this to him? It was impossible to turn humans into Pokemon, no matter how much stolen technology that Team Rocket had at their disposal. It had to be some sort of illusion or dream.

Yet, it certainly felt real. To his shock, Tyler could feel the ears moving this way and that, the muscles underneath twitching with their new-found development. They were like the ears of an animal now. He couldn't even feel them with his hands transformed into useless paws! He was slowly having his humanity stripped away from him!

It was then that Tyler became aware of how much better his hearing was. The panicked cries of what sounded like other people caught his ears, as well as who he assumed were Rocket members. Worse, however, were the various Pokemon cries. Some sounded like actual Pokemon, but some were in a hybrid state, as though they were being changed as well. How many people were being transformed against their will?!

"Free poffins for a year if you can guess which Pokemon you're becoming before you lose your voice!" Laughed the woman maniacally.

"W-why are you doing this to me!" Tyler cried, as though the answer wasn't obvious. Team Rocket trafficked in stolen Pokemon, selling them under the guise of being breeders. But why would they need to turn humans into Pokemon? It made no sense! Wouldn't it be easier just to steal Pokemon from trainers?

"It's obvious, you foolish boy! Humans are so much smarter than Pokemon. You won't lose yourself, you don't have to worry about that. But part of the process allows us total control of your actions. You won't be able to resist whenever your trainer tells you to do something. You'll be the perfect Pokemon!" She said, with a laugh.

"And, best of all, you're going to make Team Rocket a lot of money! Our humans-turned Pokemon fetch a good price on the market, and their loyalty and ease in training keep trainers coming back to our operations!"

Tyler wanted to protest, to try and fight back if he even had the slightest possibility. Never could he have imagined a fate worse than this. He had to resist!

Yet, a tingling in his nose brought his attention away from those thoughts. Despite his reluctance to look in the mirror, he had to see what was happening to him. It looked as though his nose was turning black, swelling slightly as it steadily encompassed the space towards his lips. His nostrils seemed to be forming slits on the side, just like the nose of a Pokemon!

"This isn't real! I don't want to be a Pokemon!" Tyler cried, before suddenly becoming distracted by the scents assaulting him. Taking a sniff of the air reflexively, Tyler nearly gagged, the odors too much for him to bear. There was the stench of his own sweat and fear, to be certain. But there were odors underneath that scared him to the core. There were a myriad of stenches, like he was scenting beings that were half human and half something else. Were they all people who had been changed? How many people were Team Rocket doing this to?!

"You're coming along so well! Any guesses yet? You better say it quickly, while you can still speak!" Taunted the woman, laughing all the while.

"I don't *cough* Know what you mean-eon!" Tyler started and then gasped. What had he just said?

"What did you do to my voice?" Tyler questioned, a little afraid of her answer. Was he going to lose his voice, his speech, if the changes continued?

Just then, a crack echoed in his jaw as though it was being forced forward. He tried his best to cough but could do nothing to stop it as his new muzzle started to extend another inch, taking his nose with it.

"Please stop! I do-olteon!" Tyler cried, his voice coming out all high-pitched and wrong. He was starting to sound less and less like himself!

"What's that, sweetie? Speak up. I can't quite understand you!" Laughed the woman in that tortuous voice that made Tyler wince. How could this be happening?!

"I'm a boy! Rfff! Jolt...jolteeeeeeeon! Help me! *cough*" Tyler struggled, his voice faltering with every syllable as he struggled to speak.

Rubbing his throat as best he could with his paws, Tyler desperately tried to plead with his captor, in a last-ditch effort to prevent his transformation.

"I'm not a Poke-eon! You can't jolt this to meon! Jolteon!" He cried, not caring how much his voice was changing to fit his new form. Yet, he had no control over the sounds coming from his mouth as the changes continued to assault him!

"What's that? Speak up? That doesn't sound like a human talking!" Replied the woman, clearly delighting in Tyler's suffering. How could she be so ruthless to be turning him into a Pokemon? He was human, damnit! He didn't deserve this!

"Jolt-meon! I'm *Jolteon*! Not a Jolt-eon! Jolteon!" Tyler cried, the last of his human words fading as he was seemingly unable to make them any longer. He wanted to keep crying out, but his stretching jaw made him frightened that he would sound only like a Pokemon for the rest of his days!

Tears continued to run down his face as his features narrowed, his face pressing out into a pointed snout as the bones of his jaw continued to stretch out. Tyler wanted desperately to put his paws in front of his muzzle to keep it from growing but could do nothing about the changes as the sight of his new addition reached his periphery.

His sniffing nose started working of its own accord, better drinking in scent molecules now that his muzzle had finished growing. To his horror, the scent of fear wafting from his own form was steadily being replaced by the hormones that marked him as a Pokemon. He was slowly losing himself!

His head continued to change as yellow fur peppered his cheeks, forming pointed spikes in a beard of sorts. His own hair shrank down to match the bright yellow fur that was steadily encroaching over what remaining skin he had.

Though the image reflected at him was that of a Jolteon, nothing in the very human expression of fear was bestial. Tyler felt no stirrings of instinct or drives as his body continued to mutate. He thought maybe they had simply not come yet, though it was impossible to say with any certainty. In some ways, that would be worse, to be trapped in a Pokemon's body and never be able to forget who or what he was for the rest of his days!

"Look at that, just a cute little Jolteon's face now. Only a little bit more to go and you'll just be a trainer's Pokemon forever. For your sake, I hope you get a kind trainer. I don't care either way, as long as Team Rocket keeps profiting!" The woman laughed in her sadistic manner, making Tyler blush with fear. Was that to be his fate?

Tyler hadn't realized it, but his clothes were starting to get a size or two too large on his frame. Yet, Tyler soon became aware that he was the one shrinking, that his clothes were simply looking larger on his minimizing body. It was horrifying to think he was shrinking down into a dog-sized Pokemon for the rest of his days. His shirt was far too billowy, and his belt was unable to keep his pants up as they slid to the floor, forcing his legs to step carefully out of them and his shoes, lest he trip.

Tyler struggled for the door in a brief bit of desperation, but a pain in his back made him pause for a brief moment. An audible crack resonated through his body as his spine started to stretch, forcing him forward uncomfortably. It seemed as though the bones were poking further through his pelvis than normal, forcing it to crack and reshape to accommodate it. The result left his posture hunched over as Tyler desperately tried to paw at the door in an attempt to escape.

Tyler tried in vain one more time to stand, but his hips were already starting to realign, the sensations of change making them sink into his newly realigned pelvis. Tyler was helpless to do anything but paw at the door as his body was forced onto all fours. His stance felt a little awkward as his legs had not changed to keep up. Yet, any attempts to stand only felt him falling over and helpless!

A strange sensation flowed from his legs as much of their fat started to dissipate and the muscle constricted on his form. A thin layer of skin swelled out to fuse his knees with his belly as his thighs started to contract and his hips flattened into newly formed flanks. His four-legged stance was now more comfortable as befitting the quadrupedal form he was becoming!

The same fate as his hands was quickly befalling his feet now as the toes started to compress inward, nails thickening into blunt claws as they did so. Only four toes remained as his big toes retreated and his heels cracked and stretched to compensate for the loss in length. Soon, all four sets of paw pads rested on the floor as Tyler was trapped with his new paws, likely forever if Team Rocket had their say!

Tyler could only cry as more and more of his humanity was robbed from him. Compressing shoulder blades left no place for his sleeves as his entire shirt slid to the floor. He tried desperately to rotate his shoulders to keep even one article of clothing on him, but it was to no avail. Struggling with unfamiliar anatomy, Tyler ended up crawling out of his clothes completely!

By now, the yellow hairs were spreading over his body, pricking as they did so. There was an energy there that made Tyler nervous. He was turning into a Jolteon, an electric Pokemon. The hairs on his body should generate and store electricity for his attacks. Would he injure himself or worse from the changes before his body could adapt to compensate?

He needn't have worried. The energy being generated was circulated through the coarse hairs that were growing from his skin. Some seemed to harden, curling together as they formed a ring of spines over his flanks that itched like mad. His neck, in particular, was now covered with a crown of white hairs that matched the ones spreading up his belly. They sparked with energy, as though his body was being charged with static.

A thought occurred to him as he felt the energy building up witing his fur. Tyler wondered if he could blast the door with his powerful electrical abilities, perhaps get out before the changes were completed. It was one advantage of being a Pokemon, he soon realized.

"You silly boy! You can't just do attacks whenever you want! You're going to need your trainer's commands to trigger your attacks, just like a good Pokemon!" The woman said, as though reading his mind. The words sent a cold shiver through Tyler's body. If that were true, he was absolutely at her mercy!

A tingling in his groin brought his attention down to the last bits of his anatomy that were still human. He hadn't even thought of it before, but his penis would not remain human any longer, either. Blushing in shame, he tried to cover his underwear, the last part of his human clothing adorning his skin. Yet, he could not stop the tingling from his member as it started to change.

The hiss of a door opening caught his attention, and he turned to run when the words 'Stop!' hit his ears. Tyler tried desperately to rush forward, but the command sat in his mind. To his abject horror, Tyler found that he could not move an inch!

Standing in the doorway was the woman who had been tormenting him the entire time. "Ah, I see the mental implant is working just fine! You have to obey every word from the human we program it with, and right now, that's any member of Team Rocket! It only works on a human mind in a Pokemon's body, hence why we transformed you!"

Coming up to him, the woman wore an almost concerned expression on her features as she reached down to pull off Tyler's last remaining vestige of humanity. "Aww, you poor boy! Pokemon don't need those things to cover themselves. Let me help you, sweetie!" Said the woman as she quickly removed Tyler's underwear.

She was just in time for Tyler to see his member was in the process of change. The cut skin around his cock head started to peel away as the tip grew tapered, turning as red as lipstick as his newly-grown foreskin formed around it. His quivering cock tip began to sprout minute, backward-facing spines as it shrank. The warm, fuzzy, fur-coated sheath sucked his manhood inside, a small reprieve from the embarrassment of being seen in the nude by this woman. With his balls rotating further back on his anatomy, covered with whitish hairs, he looked exactly what he'd expect a Jolteon to be!

"JOOOOOLT! JOLTEEEEON!" He cried, but it was no use. No human words escaped his lips, only the cries of his own name that signaled he was now a Pokemon.

"Aww, I bet you're feeling a little pent-up, little guy. Is that what's wrong? Suck yourself off, Jolteon," She said, the words making Tyler's face flush as his features went cold. Why would she ask him to do that?!

Tyler struggled, trying to keep his body stiff so he would not have to endure the depraved act. But it was as though a puppet master was working his strings, making it impossible to resist as he was compelled to get down on his ass and lift his leg, drawing his muzzle towards his cock. To his horror, he could feel the sensual warmth of his penis coming to life, the red tip poking out of his sheath and drooling fluids as it seemed to look him in the eyes. It was revolting!

"Go on now, you're a Pokemon. This is how you get off now unless your trainer is kind enough to breed you!" Cackled the woman, clearly delighting in Tyler's embarrassment.

To his horror, Tyler felt his tongue exit his mouth as it reached towards his cock head, tasting the salty fluid. It greatly grossed him out, making him lament this fate. Yet, he was compelled to keep sucking, no matter how terrible he found the taste. It was revolting to lick at the salty, sticky, bestial fluid leaking from his cock-tip. But no matter how much he struggled, there was no reprieve from tasting himself in such a depraved fashion.

"That's a good boy, keep sucking until you cum, Jolteon!" The woman laughed, Tyler's will firmly in her power.

Much too quickly for Tyler to prepare for, he felt his balls start to tense as his end drew near. He growled a bestial sound as his balls started to throb with their need to release. Yet, there was nothing he could do to stop the deranged action. He was going to cum in his mouth and drink down his own spunk, whether he wanted to or not!

Tyler's mouth was suddenly assaulted with a flood of semen, as his orgasm came to fruition. There was nothing he could do to halt the sticky, musky fluid being pumped into his mouth so forcibly that he nearly gagged on his own cum. The taste was disgusting, the texture revolting

Worse, the waves of pleasure emanating from his dick felt amazing. It was wonderous to drain his balls of his seed, having no other way to get off in his current form. The idea of mating with a compatible Pokemon was the only thing worse than the idea of sucking his own dick!

"That's a good Jolteon! Rest here while we find a nice trainer to buy you! It won't be much longer, not with how handsome you are!" She cooed, making Tyler shiver inwardly.

"Jooool... Jolteon...." he muttered, softly as the lights went out and he was left alone. The slight glow of crackling electricity off his body was his only reprieve from the dark as he lamented his fate and sat waiting alone.

******.

"And here's a recently evolved Jolteon," Came a frighteningly familiar voice. Tyler roused from sleep and looked up from his cage to see the woman from before, waking in with a younger trainer in tow. The realization hit him like a Charizard's tackle. He was about to be sold as some Pokemon to be used by a trainer to fight and battle!

"Now, he's new, and a little shy, but he will obey all your commands in battle without question. Since he's a fully evolved Pokemon, we will need to charge you a little more. But, he's properly bred, with good individual stats I'm sure. And you don't even need to splurge on a thunderstone for him!"

"Not gonna lie, I need an electric type, and a Jolteon would be just perfect! I couldn't find a wild Eevee in months, so I've been saving up! I've just gotta have him!" The young man said, seeming to tip his hand with his eagerness. Tyler couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the poor man. He was certainly going to get swindled for every Pokedollar that the Rockets could squeeze from him!

"Well, then, if you're sure, it would be our pleasure to help match you with your new team member! Just head out into the main room and our receptionist will help you with the financial details. We just need a few moments to get him ready, and then he's all yours!"

"Oh, don't worry, he'll be treated the best I can! He'll make a perfect addition to my team!" Said the overly enthusiastic man as the sound of the door opening hit Tyler's pointed ears.

Internally, he sighed, not wanting to give anything away in his body language. He couldn't believe he had no choice but to become a trainer's Pokemon, possibly for the rest of his life! He had to think of some plan to inform the trainer that he was once human, in the hopes that he could get some help and be changed back!

"Now, now, I can see those wheels turning. You think you can just try and tell your trainer who you are? Maybe convince him to help you change back? I've seen it all before, of course," the woman said, in a manor that almost gave Tyler hope.

"Well, you can forget about that. You are completely subject to your trainer's commands. You didn't forget so soon, did you? How easy is it for me to command you? I can make you do whatever it is that I want..." the woman said in a tone that made Tyler shiver. She wasn't going to make him do that again, was she? She couldn't...

It was as though she could read his mind like his thoughts were on full display. "Suck yourself off," she commanded, full conviction in her voice.

As before, Tyler lowered his muzzle on his dick, new flexibility making it an easy task as his muzzle began with the work. He was embarrassed beyond belief as his tongue started lapping of its own accord. It was as though his body was eager to carry out the mission that his mind detested so much! He couldn't do a thing about it!

His cock was pulled nearly to the back of his throat, his entire tongue taking it inside and sucking with a fervor that made Tyler sick. How could the woman be making him do this? Did she get off on the power trip?!

"Never forget, you belong to your trainer now. You're just another Pokemon, obeying your trainer is your life now," said the Rocket, with an almost sympathetic tone.

The waves of ecstasy rolling off his body only filled Tyler with a sense of deep shame as his end drew near. There was no option for him to even enjoy himself, compelled as he was to cum at whatever tempo was necessary to achieve the fastest result. Much too soon, his muzzle was filled with the acrid taste of cum, only a semblance of pleasure waving through his body as his balls were emptied of their Jolteon seed and down his throat.

Tyler lay there, awash in hormones with the taste of his dick on his breath. Not since the change had he allowed himself such depraved pleasure, and the load that had been injected into his mouth was indicative of that. It was akin to being blue balled for days, forced to drink the reservoir of spunk that had been building. Worse, though the disgusting taste lingered on his mouth, it was impossible to deny the relaxation it gave him, a warmth and satisfaction from release that was beyond his ability to fully fathom.

"Now, now, time to get you ready! Your new trainer is going to love you!" She said as she pulled something out of her pocket.

Lost in post-orgasmic haze, Tyler barely had the wherewithal to realize that after pressing a button, the object was thrown into the air, hitting him directly on the forehead. A light enveloped him, and he was suddenly pulled into the darkness of a Pokeball, to await his new trainer and his life. Even if it was one he never wanted, he had little choice to spend the rest of his days as a Jolteon!