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Cult's Transformation

Yveltal Futa

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Glimmershine

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"Hey - no! Let me go! I don't want any part in this - no! Let me gooooo!"

For a Yveltal, Lex perhaps was not the most powerful of Pokemon, though he squirmed and fought, thrashing weakly even as his moves, in his state of stress, remained acutely out of his reach. He had not expected to be lifted from his comfortable home in the Pokemon world, the large cabin on the edge of the mountains that he called his own, but it had happened, nonetheless.

They hefted him up, so many unseen hands lifting him above the ground, clouds covering the night sky, even though there were flaming torches to slice through the shadows. He grunted, stubbornness kicking in, the Yveltal twisting back and forth, though the problem with his capture in the dead of the night was that there was only one of him and many, many of the Pokemon cult members.

Still, he snarled and spat, defiance kicking in, not willing to give in without a fight.

"I said let me go!" He kicked out, but someone grabbed his foot, yanking it down and jerking him to the side. "I'm not doing this - someone will come for me!"

He cursed, heat flooding his cheeks, fury searing through. With his curvy frame, the Yveltal was quite comfortable with calling himself a femboy, though some thought of it as a disparaging term. And yet that very notion may well have been his undoing as he was tied between two upright posts, stretching up onto the tips of his toes to stay in place, chest heaving. The dark of the night clung to him, his red hide on show and wing arms outstretched, so that Lex was uncomfortably aware of the fact that he was spread out like an offering, in a Y-shape. The shape of his body, slim with curvy hips and thicker thighs, only enhanced the effect as his chest rose and fall sharply with stress.

"Ra na cha ma ma, ra na cha ma ma, ra na cha ma ma..."

The Pokemon chanted, so many species circling him, from Furret to Pikachu and Weasel, but there was no rhyme or reason between their species. He tried to track them, grunting, heaving, though there was no chance for words to pass his lips as they circled him increasingly tightly, only seeing the subject of their worship.

"Oh, mighty, Yveltal," they cried, some speaking in time with one another. "Thank you for gracing us with your presence, oh mighty one! Deliver us from this mortal coil!"

He pulled back, straining at the ropes binding him between the two posts, but they held fast with his body pulled tautly.

"Release me right away!" He growled, but Lex didn't have the standing to demand anything, not as the dark, crackling aura that he was more familiar with emitting himself when he was at full strength, was carried before him, spitting and snarling in a crate-like device. "I'm not staying here - you will feel my wrath!"

It was not the way that he would usually speak, though the outmatched Yveltal had to clutch at straws, gnashing his teeth, the cultists pressing in. The crackling dark aura glanced off them, though he reeled in sickening fear that he would not show, trying to call on his energy and power.

Yet it was not there, not in the face of so many, not as the Pokemon crowded in, a Growlithe taking charge, attaching something to him. He wriggled and fought, trying and failing to kick out, even as thick tubes with strange cups on the ends were latched onto his chest, over his small, neat nipples.

"What in Arceus' name are you doing?"

But they did not say anything, their chants rising as another tube was shoved between his bare legs. Even though he was an anthro, he didn't usually wear clothes even though they could, the rough pressure into his anal pucker making him buck and hiss through his teeth. Yet he didn't get a chance to snap at them and try to pull on his power before the pressure there forced his shaft to attention too, a part of him that he had not paid much attention to so far. Being captured rather than being nude, clearly had demanded more of his attention...

Lex growled, whipping his head back and forth, grinding his teeth together as he struggled to bear through, the tube shoving deeper into his backside as another penetrated his cock. For the cups concealed smaller, penetrating tubes that drove into his cock and even his nipples too, the burn of lancing pain swiftly overruled by a sense of cold numbness.

He would never have admitted his fear, but it was there, leaping and churning in the pit of his stomach, taking in the cultists with a suck of sharply cold air slashing his lungs.

The chants wound around him as the pressure on his nipples, backdoor passage and dick built and built, channelling what seemed to be the same dark aura into the tubes, into his body. The Yveltal gave a great, shuddering gasp, his body bowing forward as if drawn there by a puppeteer's string, but he was no longer in control of the world around him, his little corner of it. He wouldn't admit it, seething with defiance, yet his body was called to the aura like a fire Pokemon to lava.

His cries sliced through the air, rising above even the chanting, the dull drone of it in the background, blistering his senses. His shaft pumped up, the aura pouring into him, though it only seemed to make his cock bigger, swelling, every pump of the aura into it making it thicker, longer, the head more defined and swollen than it had been before.

His head lolled, pressure overcoming in, prickling heat crackling through his groin. Was it...arousing? He knew that sensation, that desire, but he couldn't make sense of it, not as his body ached and churned, hide bubbling as if something was moving under the surface.

Where was it going? He looked down at himself, horrified by the changes in himself, though the burning swell of arousal pressing out through his cock demanded attention, even as his chest started to rise. It was as if the aura was inflating him, even as it changed him, though Lex had never seen his aura have that effect before.

It was new and it was dangerous, his thighs and buttocks thickening, rounding out, swelling with the influence of the dark aura, Lex squirming in uncomfortable arousal. He clamped his jaws shut against it, grunting thickly, trying to deny it, that it didn't actually feel good. He'd always been like that, turning his mind away from things that made him feel good, even fetishes and the like, though it was too much for him to take in, the centre of attention, too much pressing in on his mind all at once.

No more was he just an anthro Yveltal with a rich, striking red hide sliced through with the black markings laid over the top, almost as if he had a skeleton over the base of his hide. His wing arms should have been strong with muscle, though the wing that layered each one was more delicate than anyone could have anticipated. His strong tail swung out behind him, but it was no use in pushing the cultists away, as if Lex had lost control over his body. He ground his teeth together, fighting the aura every inch of the way, massive, clawed feet digging into the ground, cutting up the soil. Where the night should have been quiet and peaceful, it rang with chanting, swirling around him, dragging the poor Yveltal under.

Could he fight it? Oh, he did not know...

"Unnnffff..."

He let out a groan, heaving, grunting, licking his lips as he tried to hold through the strain in him. No, he couldn't let it win, couldn't give in, defiant to the last moment, his body inflating. Even though the inflation and swelling of his already thick, curvy body was centred around his shaft and the rising pair of breasts on his chest, his thighs and buttocks too, there was a thickness about him that had not been there before. Even though he'd had a feminine figure before, there were new layers of inflated, dark aura fat on him, giving him a chubbier appearance even as the breasts grew and he panted heavily.

"Oh... Ohhhhh..."

He shuddered, cock throbbing, his balls swelling too, growing larger and heavier, so many things colliding all at once in his mind. His belly softened with the dark aura, though he rolled his head from one shoulder to the other, his breasts surpassing normal sizes, a strange part of him that was more turned on than he wanted to admit wanting to see how big his breasts were, even as they pressed out. They had to be bigger than his torso, though he could only see the torchlight flickering from them, feeling the weight without feeling like he had to tip forward. His centre of balance was still pulled back in his bondage, locked down there while his dark aura was forcibly fed back into his body.

"Great one!" The cultists cried out, raising their hands in worshipping adoration. "We give you your dark aura returned, all for your service! Thank you, oh great one, thank you, oh, thank you!"

Hands caressed him and Lex muttered curses, his powers still out of his reach, mind hazy, losing himself. But he could not afford to lose himself as they chanted and encouraged him to grow, hands on his balls, his backside, even when he tried to wriggle away from him. There was no sense of space around him, even as lips brushed his belly adoringly, the cultists still mainly focused on pumping him full of the dark aura to prickling, growing delights.

He moaned, breasts bigger and bigger, his arse rounder and rounder. His body felt small in comparison to those body parts, so thick and swollen, his lithe appearance lost in the mass of new, squishy curves. His belly ached and churned weirdly and wonderfully and, even then, the Yveltal tried to rock his hips, lost in the moment, his stubbornness wavering.

If he'd fought sooner, he might have been able to get out of it. He might have been able to strain out of it as his backside bloated, his body attached in such a way that his rump ended up looking like a small shed and still growing. But Lex did not fight in time, too caught up in the torn arousal and fear, as his breasts bloated out and out, wobbling with the pressure of so much aura swelling inside, as if it was threatening to burst through.

"Ohhhhh..."

He didn't want to admit the pleasure, though the cultists were not paying him any attention as an individual, not as he twisted back and forth, the rocking of his body driven by inflation. Defined by his body, something of a futa, he was still himself, still Lex the Yveltal, but his life and role in the world would never again be the same.

Not that Lex knew that, of course. He wouldn't have to know anything like that ever again.

The aura filtered down and down and down the tubes, fed directly into four points of his body, the Yveltal's head lolling forward. He barely had the strength to keep it up from his tits anymore, need churning inside him, though he tried not to think of it, even as the aching pulse of his cock ground out tenaciously to furiously hyper proportions. It ached and pulsed, dripping and drooling pre-cum, his balls more than large enough that he could sit on them, squashing out in front of and behind his body. For, even then, they sought enough space to grow into.

When there was no more aura to transfer, his body jiggled and groaned, straining with the force of so much dark aura inside. He moaned, tongue pushing out against his lips, though there was no moisture there with which to ease his discomfort, not as the tubes were pulled away. The removal of them, dripping dark aura, did not bring him any relief as he groaned, mind racing to keep up with the horror.

And to think that he had just been sleeping in his bed until the cultists had taken him... They pressed in on all sides, crowding him tightly, hands raised in triumph and worship. Though the Yveltal had never wanted to be worshipped! Even with his grossly, hugely inflated body, the posts comically straining to hold him when the weight of his new tits and inflated parts was more than enough to keep him in place, a kind of bondage all by itself.

"No... No!" He shook his head, eyes wide, straining to make them see sense, though the cultist Pokemon barely seemed to even hear him, chants rising. "Stop this - change me back! Now! I don't want any of this!"

And yet Lex's cock throbbed even without the pressure of the tubes and the aura forcing him to respond, his balls aching, churning with the pressure of so much inside that needed to be let out. The cultists crowded around him, rubbing him all over, kissing and stroking and licking his body, though they moved so swiftly, one pushing in on the one that came before, that he could barely keep track of them. There was no rush to them in the sense that they knew that they had Lex right where they wanted him, but there was a rush for them to all get what they wanted from him, to all get their chance to worship and to please, to tease and to adore.

He trembled, the word striking home with him, though shifting his weight from foot to foot, the dark aura churning within, did not get him anywhere. Was that really how far he'd fallen? His skin prickled, the bird Pokemon panting too heavily, rasping breath into lungs that were too tight with emotion to take in all the air that he needed to.

Worship. That's what it was, though it was not something that he had ever wanted, oh no. He wriggled and whimpered and stubbornly tried to push them away even with shoves of his hips, one of the only body parts that he could still move, kind of, but they still came, rubbing his chest, climbing up his body to reach them, though they spilt down under their weight, such a great size needing somewhere to grow.

"We offer ourselves to you, oh lord!" They professed. "We wish to become one with you, to increase your magnificent size! Swallow us, oh great one!"

He reeled, shaking his head, though it was not the answer that they wanted from him.

"What - no!" He tried to stomp a foot, but all he managed to do was bump his soft, squishy balls. "I'm not... That's vore, I'm not damn swallowing anyone! I'm not a god! You shouldn't be worshipping me!"

And yet they weren't about to take no for an answer, a stream of Pokemon bodies crowding him. He barely got a glimpse of what types they were, from Charmeleon to Pidgeot to Luxray, but they all pressed in, hands grabbing, preying, seeking out any hole that they could.

He howled, trying to wrench his head back, but his bonds held him in place as they swarmed his body, scaling his squishy flesh as he tried to escape them, though there was nowhere for him to go. Strong hands, perhaps a Blastoise, forced his jaws apart, though the stream of cultists did not only need to enter his body through his mouth.

They clawed at every part of him, every hole their goal, squirming into his mouth and forcing their way down his throat, straining his nipples wide with the influence, from the inside, of his dark aura making it possible. Horror swamped the Yveltal, though he could not even fight back, not with so many bodies pressing in on him from all sides.

Was that worship? Was that really want they wanted, ending their lives in vore in an act of it? He didn't know, could not say, his stomach churning as they entered his cock, big, fat bulges of bodies fighting their way down into him. Even though it meant the end of their lives, they still were fanatical enough to burrow into him, to become one with him, even more pushing at his anal ring to climb inside the tight passage of his rump. He groaned, shaking in horror, though the light, teasing pressure on his anal ring was hard to ignore too.

As much as he wanted to forget it, panting heavily, he moaned aloud once again. No, he couldn't act like that, not at all, not as his head spun and he tried to strain, once again, against his bonds. But they just kept coming, seemingly absorbed by his body, though the squirming kick of them down his throat, dropping into his stomach, was perhaps the worst of all. He could feel how they wriggled down his throat, the pressing kicks and twists of their fighting bodies, for a body would still fight to survive even though the mind wanted to become one with him.

The Yveltal didn't know how to take that, didn't know what to think about it, not as he grunted, shaking in place, the strain of the ropes on his wrists growing and growing. Yet not even the burn of the rope could distract his attention from the thick bulges travelling down his cock, his dick, and other orifices too for that matter, more than large enough to take them all easily. That didn't mean that his cock did not try to close again tightly after every cultist that sought to become one with him, his balls aching and churning as more and more sacrificial bodies were added to them.

He shook his head, groaning as his tits swelled, though he could barely keep himself contained, the bulges of them growing with the force of so many bodies. Even then, Lex could not have said what he would have done if his hands had been free to touch and caress himself, the thickness of his new body alluring. Though Lex very much did not want to admit it, his red hide quivering, still laid over his anthro form like an exoskeleton. Even that had been one of the reasons that Pokemon had adored and worshipped him, how different he was from everyone else, even though he despairingly wished for a life of quiet peace as more and more cultists dove into him.

Clenching his jaw, the Yveltal swallowed hard, but he could not hide his groan, no matter what he tried. Despite everything, how much he tried to deny it, through the burning need of his body...it felt good. Even as they wormed into his nipples, filling his body, making him larger and larger, weighing him down.

Maybe it was that sense of pleasure that made him fight it, eyes wide, heaving and grunting. He snarled as he fought, calling on a strength that had not been at the forefront of his mind in too long, though the weight of the cultists adding to the "meat" of his body weighed him down, making him feel duller and slower and heavier than he ever had been before. Even then, he had a lot to contend with, heaving and wrenching one post free of the ground, snapping the other rope, eyes wide with treacherous glee.

Yes!

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It was a small triumph as he swung his hand through the crowd, pushing the cultists off their feet, even though he didn't want to hurt the other Pokemon either.

"Let me go!"

He fought back, seeking freedom, but no matter where he turned, at the base of a large valley, there were cultists as far as the eye could see, a shimmering, juddering swathe of them that moved and flowed like white water rapids. However, his attempt to flee was entirely in vain as he grunted and heaved. He'd never been that heavy before, so lumbering and slow, as if his feet were stuck in quicksand, dragging him down and down and down. He grunted thickly, fear clawing at him through the confusing arousal, pressing on, though they dove into him.

His cock took them. His nipples took them. His anus took them. The only part of him that he was able to keep further away from the cultists, on making his weak escape, was his mouth, though flying-type Pokemon and those with a good spring, enough to leap up his body, were still very much a threat there. He grunted, shaking his head, though the pressure upon his holes could not be denied, cock throbbing, even trying to drool pre-cum as a series of Raichu and other electric-type Pokemon pressed down his cock, worming and wriggling with their sparking tails flicking out behind them.

And yet...he couldn't get away. The cultists churned within him, swelling his body with more and more flab, though most of it seemed to pool in his belly. He'd thought that his body was huge enough as it was, but the swollen belch of his gut challenged even his tits for size and there were still many, many more cultists to go. There seemed to be a never-ending sea of them and he whipped his head from left to right, an air of desperation entering his lumbering, thundering steps.

"Unff... No... Please..."

Lex begged, but, well, it was not as if they were listening to him. There was a stage set up where the cultists had gathered and what looked to be further poles erected, supposedly to bind him when he grew to a larger size still with his wobbling tits. Yet the cultists seemed to have forgotten about that even as he strove to wedge himself between them, grunting and heaving, his belly churning as it billowed out and out and out. All the cultist Pokemon, after all that, had to go somewhere, after all.

He grunted, trying to press through, but the cultists took advantage of his half-trapped position, trying to edge between the poles and getting his thick backside stuck instead. His anal pucker was the best target for them and they made full use of it, chanting and squirming and chirping as they all poured inside.

"No... Unff... Please... Stop... Ohhhhh..."

Lex trembled, but he didn't want to move, not even as his belly swelled and churned. He swore he could feel every individual body in there, warping his mind, making him feel that every push of a new body entering him was going directly into his cock, fuelling his arousal. He panted and whimpered, but the Yveltal could only spread his arms, trying to find something to brace against, even as electric thrills zapped straight through his nipples. They had not been much of an erogenous zone before, but all that changed with his growth and swelling, his tiny body stuck to the hugeness of his breasts, belly, cock, balls and backside... The Yveltal would not even have recognised himself at the end of it, though it was not as if he had a mirror to see himself in. He most likely would never need a mirror ever again, not when he was bloated and huge, shocked to find that he could even still walk and wobble with such huge breasts and a fat belly. His balls rubbed against his legs with every step, confusing the way that he moved, though he could just about shuffle past them, eyes wide with horrified arousal.

Not everyone, it seemed, wanted to sacrifice themselves to him, being vored and devoured through one body hole or the other. The Yveltal could not tell whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, the bird-type Pokemon groaning as his mind wavered.

He didn't know what was him anymore, heat coursing through. With the swathe of cultists wanting to be vored by him slowing somewhat, they were free to massage and grope his huge body. Their hands were so small on his massively swollen form that he hardly knew where he was being touched at any one time, whimpering and grunting, though his head swam and turned dizzyingly.

The arousal... It was hard not to give into it, panting heavily, breasts wobbling and jiggling, however faintly at their size, with every gasp. Lex tried to shake his head, but he could not, cultists under his arse, nuzzling and lapping at his tail hole. There were no more chants that he could decipher, not that it had been all that clear, but the lapping and the teasing and the pressing into his big, soft backside swamped him with far too much sensation all at once.

His mind trembled, though the dark aura inside, churning and swimming through the bulk of his body, was not to be set aside. Warmth flooded him and he raised his hands, trembling, running them, finally, over his breasts, though he could only reach the sides of them. At his largest, he had to have his breasts and belly the size of a small home - each, that was. That meant that there was more of him to praise and worship, even as he tried to rub and caress his body, settling for bucking and grinding against the cultists when his hands simply did not reach that far anymore.

They still slid down his throat more slowly, bulging and rippling through him where he was forced to gulp down some of the larger cultists, though it seemed that his body was digesting them too. Or absorbing... With a whimper, the Yveltal didn't quite know what was going on, why his mind was so fuzzy around the edges, why he was filled with a sense of warmth and motherly pride for those around him.

He wanted to pull back, wanted to press away, though he could not move, not at all. The lumbering steps were denied to him as the flab and fat on his transformed body became more evident, breasts settling into beautiful rounds, the mounds of flesh born from the bodies of the cultists. And yet it was one way of putting them to use as he shifted his big hips from side to side, some part of him relishing in the sensation of his weighty backside pulling him down. He must have been sitting on his balls, but the Yveltal could not bring himself to care, not as they massaged him, so many tongues lapping and caressing his balls that it made his head spin.

"Ohhhh, yesssss..."

It didn't sound like him, his voice lighter and a little more feminine as he indulged himself, though Lex broke into a smile. He was still himself, yes, even as the dark aura influenced him, working too deeply for him to push back against, winding around and around his mind, dragging him down. To have such a sexy body, to be so full and voluptuous... It might have been just the sort of thing that he would have fantasised about, alone in his cabin, his stomach churning and gurgling.

"Mmmmm..."

Lex submitted to the groan, as if it had always been meant to come, the notion of stubbornness tickling at the back of his mind. And yet it didn't seem all that important anymore, not as a horde of Pokemon worshipped his cock. No one, of course, could fit a hyper dick like that inside them, but they could squirm and rub their whole bodies against it, greedy hands groping as much as they worshipped. Those that did not want to slither down his cock in a vore-like display, melding with his throbbing nuts, pulled back the slit of his cock and lapped at the inside, leaving Lex squirming and panting in overstimulation.

"Oh, oh, ohhh... Yes... Yes, ohhhh... So good..."

The lilt of his voice was higher pitched again, though he could only see his body, the feel of everything, how the smallest of sensations prickled through as if it shot luxury straight into his cock. He wanted more, even then, despite being immobile, the concept exciting him, pulling at the corners of his mind.

Oh... Yes, that was not new, but it was still something that he wanted to lean into, panting and licking his lips, his massive breasts heaving and wobbling, though it was not with his breath. No, he could no longer affect something so large, his tits blocking out his entire vision, seeing nothing before him but the swathe of flesh, how they bulged out before him, aching with tingling sensation.

And...there was a part of him that wanted it too, his lips ghosting in a smile, rocking his hips back, even though he was rendered immobile by the weight of his swollen, hyper parts. He could not help but lean into it, rocking back onto the many tongues caressing his anal ring, the tongues wriggling inside, though there were still some that pushed inside. He could put them from his mind a little more, a little more easily than before, letting their bodies rub over his balls, pleasuring him even as they pleased themselves. Their moans wound around him and Lex caught himself wanting to do more for them too, the sweet cultists that worshipped him so.

If they looked after and cared for him, after all, why shouldn't he do the same for them? He groaned softly, hands rubbing the sides of his breasts, revelling in even that sensation, panting and whimpering.

"Yes..." He breathed. "Yes... Come to me..."

Oh, that was not like him, not like him at all, though that did not matter, not wholly. His mind slipped away as his body ached, swollen and heady in lust, cock throbbing as he tried to grind his arse back. And yet the weight of his body locked him down to a point that he still did not wholly mind, wriggling and squirming, relishing in the heft of his tits, how good it felt to have a body like that.

Inside, the dark aura worked away, changing his mind, making him more and more amenable to a shift in personality, even though poor Lex could not honestly do anything about it anyway. What had been done was done and there was no going back for the Yveltal.

He giggled, lighter of heart and spirit than he ever had been, his hands running over the additional fat that had layered his body, however lightly. It was just good to be as he was, revelling in it, head back for a moan that rang out from the very core of his being. Panting heavily, Lex groped his breasts and squeezed his fingers into the flesh, letting them dig in, trying to roll his body forward as many cultists, all at once, climbed his breasts.

"Oh, yesss..." He moaned, losing himself, not even questioning how he was saying what he was anymore, even if they were lusts that he would never have given breath and life to before. "Yes... Ohhh... So good... Fill me, my sweets, fill me!"

Lex held out his arms in welcome for them, the tight grip of his nipples suctioning around more cultists entering his body, but what was more hypnotic still was just how they caressed his breasts, nuzzling around his nipples, so fat and full. There was so much of him to worship as he quivered in place, tongue pushing out from his lips, dragging his attention from one part of his body to the next.

They rubbed over his breasts, using their bodies to worship him even as he rocked back, losing himself in one sensation after the other driving him to further heights of lust. It was all he could to soak it all in, their hands caressing, lips kissing and murmuring, even more sexual body parts grinding into him. He could not tell whether any individual was male or female, but, honestly, Lex didn't have it in himself to care as he groaned openly, panting with his tongue half-lolling out. It was not a natural position for his tongue to be in, though it felt right for him, whimpering and moaning, for himself and them.

All for his loving followers, the worshippers, yes... Oh, it was so sweet of them to caress him, to worship him, all to the point that the Yveltal did not even know why he had fought back so much against it before. He should have been leaning into their praise and adoration, yes! But his thoughts then were not the same as what he had felt before, his mind warping into a new framework - one all influenced by the dark aura crackling and sparking within. For it would always be there, encouraging him on into a life of bimbo lust, loving and learning how to best please his subjects and, of course, be even further pleased by them.

What more could a Yveltal just like him want, after all?

His cock dripped and drooled, though the pre-cum did not push any cultists from his body, all absorbed into his balls, aiding in their swollen beauty. Lex whined. If his hands would only have reached, he would have laid them upon his nuts even as more Pokemon kissed and pleasured them, drowning him in sensation, his balls aching and churning. It made him want to thrust and hump his hips, though doing that only pushed into his huge nuts even more, barely able to shift the gargantuan weight of his backside. But he didn't mind that all that much, groaning deep in the back of his throat with a delirious smile, though the transformed Pokemon could barely remember how he had been before.

Did it matter? He didn't think so, his cock needing so much touch, so much connection, many cultist Pokemon sitting astride his cock, riding him while they didn't want to enter him or be absorbed, breasts and cocks alike grinding into his body. Still, he needed more, so much more, losing himself in moan after moan, his backside pressing down into the ground at its lowest point where the grass flattened under him. Indeed, when he was finally able to move under the influence and will of the cultists that adored him, there would be a large, flattened-out hollow in the grass and ground where his weight had finally immobilised him. Though even the greatest of Yveltal, designed to be worshipped by those so much lower in status than he, could not remain immobile. That, however, was the future and to come - not Lex's present moment.

He pressed his hands under his tits, just about able to reach the upper curve of his bloated belly, surprised to find more cultists squirming about in there. It seemed, with a rush of warm pleasure, that not all the cultists wanted to be absorbed by him and added to the gluttonous, swollen parts of his body, no. But he liked that, enjoying their wriggling and even opening his mouth wide for them, though that was rather on the difficult side, considering just how he was smiling and giggling.

Oh, to be so light-hearted and at ease with himself! He loved that, trembling with pleasure, though a thought tugged at the back of his mind that, well, he had not always been like that. But Lex simply could no longer see as his mind twisted and broke, deliriously so in teasing pleasure, ecstasy taking the place of anything that could have locked him down before.

His past life... Oh, he could have turned back to that, but, honestly, it was his oncoming orgasm that ripped all notion of that from him. Repeatedly, he moaned, letting them wriggle down his throat into his belly, hands caressing and rubbing into the squishiness of his flesh all that he could. He only wished that he could do more, though it was not as if he wasn't getting all that he needed, his hands rising reverently to his throat to massage it as more cultists dropped down.

"Mmmm... My sweets..."

He crooned to them as if he had known each and every one of them for much, much longer than he had, though that was not something, not even then, that Lex had to worry about. Frankly, the Yveltal did not have to worry about anything at all for the rest of his life, his body beautifully transformed, rippling in hyper glory and a layer of soft flab that he would most certainly have chosen for himself if he had had the option. The cultists trembled with pleasure at being addressed, though only some of them were chanting by then, worshipping rather than chanting to help progress the ritual. They most likely did not even remember just how it was that the Yveltal had ended up in such a glorious form, more caught up in pleasing him than they were about what had gone by.

The stars twinkled high above, though Lex was not even conscious of the weight of his body bearing down into his feet, how heavy he should have felt. Of course, he did feel heavy and yet there was no pressure there, no sense of strain. He whimpered, licking his lips lustfully, the throb and pulse of his cock taking up too much of his attention. Even with electric tingles shooting through him from his nipples and a deeper thrum of deeply rooted pleasure from the bud of his pleasured tail hole,

No one seeing Lex, at the cumulation of his first orgasm and session, would have taken him to be male. Even his facial features had softened with so much chub and softness to them, a ready smile on his face, more feminine, more like an older Pokemon woman that wanted to take everyone under her wing and look after them. All in a highly sexual way, of course, but that was all a part of being worshipped, of being the Yveltal in power that he had always been meant to be.

He did not realise that the clouds above had cleared to allow the stars to shine through, too caught up in pleasure, running his tongue softly around a Vulpix cultist slipping into his mouth and down his throat. Lex didn't know how much more he could take, throb after throb of lust pouring through him, cock drooling thick dollops of pre-cum, lust curling through from the pit of his belly. And yet it seemed as if it flowed through his nervous system like liquid fire, pressing and pushing at him more urgently, reminding him that he had more to do, a new role in life with a hyper, voluptuous body, assets jiggling with every caress and nuance of worship.

"Ohhhh, yes," he moaned, arms spread wide, inviting them in, losing himself more and more. "Yes, so close... I'm so close, my lovelies..."

They were, again, not words that he would naturally have used to speak to someone, but, truly, Lex was not the Pokemon that he had once been either. He could be more than that, his huge breasts heaving, cultists crawling over them, though every sensation fed back to his cock, adding to the throbbing delight, how his squashy balls felt hotter and tighter with every pulse.

He needed it and there was no holding back from it, not as the Yveltal arched his back and slapped his tail down over his thick backside, the rounded flesh giving him a backside to be worshipped indeed, tongues running around and around his tail hole. And yet the throbbing pulse of his cock could not be held back as his oncoming orgasm forever locked him in his Yveltal bimbo form, though Lex would never see that as a bad thing.

For it was his howl of pleasure that rolled through the valley and hills beyond as he climaxed, cum bubbling up from his nuts, melded with the forms of the cultists that had been absorbed by his body. But it was what they had wanted, spilling out cum in spurt after spurt of delight, flooding the cultists, his balls sending so much forth with the might of his hugely swollen cock that they could not help but be swept away by it. But it was what they wanted to, turning over and over in the river of cum as his transformation was sealed, forever to remain the Yveltal of their worship, of their adoration, forever hyper and deliciously sealed in passion.

He did not mind. It was hard to mind anything as every part of his body, all at once, ached with lust, as if his nerve endings had become so much more sensitive. He moaned aloud, over and over again, but could not soften the flow of cum, not as Pokemon spiralled away from him in the flow of it, slipping and sliding back and forth even as some braced on her balls, holding on while cum pooled around them. With such huge balls, after all, it had to come from somewhere, grunting thickly, wanting more, though he would never again be without the pleasure that he had denied himself, in his fantasies, for so long prior.

It was the way of it... And, in a sense, Lex should have been glad that he had come to the cultists' hands. It had changed his life, all for the better. At least, that was what he thought, with his mind brimming over with motherly warmth and love for his subjects, arousal tingling a hair's breadth beneath the surface.

And that was how he ended, his breasts and butt and balls all as large as a Pokemon's home, unable to move but learning how to - oh yes. For that would all come in time as the cultists bathed and squirmed in the delirious offering of his seed, though their worship would only increase, now that they had the Yveltal right where he belonged, in the midst of their home and worship.

Lex moaned, open-mouthed, cock throbbing, spilling out more cum, even when he thought that he was quite done.

Perhaps the cult's transformation had not been such a bad thing after all...

But he would never know the difference, one way or the other.