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Bringing the Party (and Hell) Home

By Jakealope

“Dom, you gotta believe me… it was the real deal. I'm one hundred percent telling you the truth!"

Reggie combed one hand through his mop of hair, one foot hanging over the edge of the couch, incessantly tapping against the hardwood flooring. He badly needed a shower and rest, but that wasn't a priority. How could he explain what happened without coming off as a lunatic?

“—I don't how else to say it man. I was bored at work and was looking up some crummy app I could get a few laughs out of, and suddenly… I was Mewtwo!"

Reggie turned his head to gauge his buddy's reaction. Oh yeah, there was no avoiding the obvious skepticism on Dom's scrunched face. His look was definitely screaming “You're a lunatic!" vibes.

“…You're sure you're alright dude?"

Reggie sighed. Convincing Dom would be more than a miracle, but he tried anyways. “Look, from the top: I went to work. I downloaded an app on my phone. It told me to input whatever came to mind, and I chose Mewtwo. It didn't do anything else on screen, but—I don't know. It was like one moment I was my normal self, then the next I was suddenly aware of how abnormal everything was!"

“…And by abnormal you mean…?"

“Yes Dom—by abnormal I mean that I was Mewtwo! Psychic powers and all!"

Dominic smirked at his friend. “So, on the smallest of chances that I believed you, how come you're not Mewtwo anymore?"

“Because I checked the app again, saw there was an option to change back, and so I did." Reggie said, only telling half the truth.

There was a bit more to his wild night that he wasn't so inclined to share about his hours spent exploring his new body and powers. He had checked the app again, and there was a button that changed him back, but there'd also been a second, more alluring option.

He remembered how thoroughly he'd considered that option. He remembered how long his gray, stubby digit hovered over that button, so close to pressing down—thereby making the change permanent. To permanently be a Mewtwo…

Even to him it sounded ridiculous!

At the time however, it'd been nearly tantalizing enough to convince Reggie. So, so torturously tantalizing. A voice in his head that urged him to take the leap, to permanently alter his life forever. It wasn't some evil voice with silky words and a cackling laugh. It was his own voice. It was his own coherent thoughts that nearly made the decision to leave his old life behind in an instant, with the only sound reason not to do so being that he wanted to explore what else the app was capable of.

Because when he'd soared around, swirling and diving and circling above the small guard booth he'd abandoned and all the midnight world beneath him… He'd felt so free. He'd felt so powerful. An invisible spectator above the sleeping city. No, more than a spectator. It was the closest to being a real-life superhero—maybe with a tiny amount of god-complex sprinkled in there too—and it felt exhilarating.

Then there was the exploration his new body. He'd been changed into a spitting image of Mewtwo. It'd been a stunning sight to see, and even more stunning to touch. The sleekness of his gray skin from head to toe, the flexibility of his purple appendage, the vibrant glow coming from his alien eyes... It'd felt all too real—more so than his own body. In a matter of a few hours, Mewtwo Reggie was more Reggie than human Reggie.

In the end, he did make the tough choice to be himself again, deciding that he'd wait until he was back home to play around with the app some more… and then he'd made the mistake of changing back.

Changing back wasn't the screwup in itself; the real screwup was on the commute back home after he'd finished his shift. The screwup of a lifetime was when he'd gotten off the bus, his phone still displaying the mysterious app's home screen, completely unaware of where he was and the people he was around. It was an unwelcome surprise across the back of Reggie's dome that dropped him like a sack of potatoes. By the time he recovered from the nasty blow, the thief and his phone were already long out of sight.

Reggie lamented over his mistake once more from the comfort of his friend's couch, hoping he might sink deep enough into the cushions to block all the aggravations that weighed down on him, but there was no such luck. His mind was still far too scattered between the elation of last night's discovery and the dread of losing what he should've been guarding with his life.

“Look man, I'm sorry about your phone getting stolen and all that, but uhh…" Dominic cleared his throat and stepped into Reggie's view. “You might want to get your head checked—you know, to make sure there's nothing wrong with you up there."

“There's nothing wrong with me," Reggie lied. His head did hurt—not any more than his pride did. One would certainly heal quicker than the other. A bag of ice helped to soothe the pounding headache already. “I don't care enough anyways. I lost the best thing that's ever happened to me. I freakin' hope I have brain damage after messing up that bad."

“Come on Reg. I don't want to rain on your already shit day, but you gotta face it: there's no such thing as an app that changes how you look!"

“It. Was. Real. How many times I gotta say that Dom."

“Look. If it was real, then I should be able to find it on my app store, right?"

“…Wait! Holy crap, you're right! It might still be there!"

Reggie sat up quickly—too quickly for his brain's liking, flaring up his headache again. He tried to ignore the pain while watching Dominic scroll through his phone.

“What was the app's name again?"

“Find Your Fantasy… No, wait. It was Feed Your Fantasy."

Dominic snorted. “That's just gonna bring up porn apps dude."

“Just type it in. It should have Pokémon on splash art."

“Alright, alright." Dom typed away at his phone, then silently scrolled through the results. “Not seeing anything. Sorry man."

“Let me see."

“Come on Reg—"

Reggie held out his hand. “Please just let me look."

“…Fine. But if you don't see it, you gotta drop it. Got it?"

Reggie nodded, aware enough this time to not be too vigorous with his head bobbing, and gratefully accepted the phone from Dom. He looked through the app selections that Dom had pulled up. He scrolled and scrolled—it really was a bunch of weirdly erotic stuff—losing hope as he did so…

“Done yet?" asked Dom.

“No, I'm still—wait! It's here, I found it!" Reggie clicked on the app, and sure enough, the same description popped up for it. “I told you Dom! I told you I wasn't imagining it!"

Dominic moved seats to get a better look beside Reggie. He stared critically at the phone screen. “Oh yeah, looks like what you said. Huh. How'd I miss that?"

“I told you, Dom, I told you! Come on, you gotta try this—here." Already clicking the download button, Reggie hands the phone back over, excited to see how his buddy would react. “Okay, when you open the app, there'll be a place to type, and you can put whatever you want to be… Right there—yeah, that's it. So what're you picking?"

Dom stared at the prompt, then glanced to Reggie. “You chose a Pokémon, so I'll pick… Riolu."

“Riolu? Come on man, you're not gonna pick something better—at least pick Lucario!"

“Hey man, I thought you asked what I wanted, not what you wanted!" Dom countered, throwing Reggie a soured look. “And you damn well know Riolu is my favorite. So back off! Besides, it's not like this is gonna work anyways…"

Dom typed in the letters anyways, pressing the submit key at the end. The field cleared out on screen, but nothing happened.

“Gotta give it a sec to work its magic…" But another minute later, and his friend was still his same old self. Reggie swallowed his disappointment. “Maybe… maybe you can try again. Or maybe I can try…"

“Come on man, quit screwing with me. It doesn't work."

Reg didn't want to hear those words. He wanted to believe. “Let me try it. Please."

“…Whatever it'll take to get you out of this delusion," Dom said, handing over his phone with a shake of his head.

Reggie delicately held the phone in his sweaty palms. It had to work. He wasn't going crazy. He had to prove it right here, right now. Without taking time to consider what he'd type, he copied Dom's choice of Riolu, causing his friend to grumble under his breath. He hovered for a second over the submit button, then pressed down, causing the input field to be cleared once again. Nothing else changed on-screen.

“See? It's not real. It's just a stupid app."

“Come on… Come on…"

…

“Reg, can I have my phone back now?"

“Just—just hold on a second! It'll work!"

“Dude…"

…

“It'll work. Any second now…"

…

Feeding your Fantasy…

Reggie's next breath was a sharp gasp. “Yes! Yes, I knew it!"

“Forming your fantasy?" Dom read the prompt aloud with a confused tone. “The hell does that mean?"

“It means that I wasn't lying, haha!" Reggie bounced up and down with giddy excitement, because something was happening to him. It was more obvious this time, because his head suddenly felt… perfectly fine. It felt like he hadn't been knocked senseless at all. The headache disappeared in an instant. A burning sensation had replaced the dull throbbing within his skull. It spread throughout his entire body.

“It's ha-happening! I told ya!"

Just like before, the transformation was a swift and startling one. He was staring at his human hands, spotting just a hint of blue spreading from his palm outward, and when he blinked again, he was looking at two entirely blue paws.

“Holy shit."

Reggie turned to his friend, getting startled all over again; everything looked bigger from this point of view, including his open-mouthed friend. It was enough to require the newly transformed Pokémon to crane his neck upwards. After the initial shock value wore off, it wasn't so absurd a difference.

“It worked! You're Riolu—and so freakin' small!" exclaimed Dominic.

…Well. It wasn't so absurd until he was called out like that.

“Who're you calling small?" Reggie shot back.

“I'm calling YOU small, pipsqueak." Dom's index finger nudged into Reggie's chest, the little bit of force enough to rock his body. “Don't act like it's not true. And I know you like it, too!"

“I do not!" the Riolu fought back. Luckily his voice had remained true throughout the change; it wouldn't be a very convincing argument if he sounded just as tiny as he looked. “I like smaller Pokémon, but I never wanted to be one!"

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, short stuff."

Reggie stood up on the couch, his weight barely making a dent in the cushion. He waggled a forepaw at his friend. “You're lucky it didn't work on you, otherwise you'd be the small, dorky Riolu, not me!"

A buzz emanated from something touching up against his foot. Startled, Reggie picked one paw from whatever it was, only to realize it was Dom's phone, still open to the app. Picking up the device, he noticed it wasn't so big to be unwieldy, but it certainly wasn't as light as it was before. Even more importantly, he noticed the new options that had popped up on the screen.

The obvious one was the big, vibrant-red button at the bottom. There it was again—the option to make the change permanent. He spent too much time thinking about that button, given his prior mistake. Just think—if he'd been Mewtwo, that thief wouldn't have stood a chance against his might. Then again, he wouldn't been riding the bus home either, not when he had the ability to fly.

“What're you looking at?" Piped up Dom, who tried to bend over the couch for a better look at his phone.

“N-nothing!" replied Reggie. At least the distraction helped him snap out of his trance, which he noted with some unease had his paw hovered frighteningly close over the button. He hastily drew it away; Riolu was a cool Pokémon and all, but not something he wanted to be stuck as. It was Dom's choice in the first place. He should've been the feeble black-and-blue mon.

Some on the screen began to blink, catching Reggie's attention. It was another button, a new one, labelled “Transfer Fantasy". His red eyes lit up. Did that mean what he interpreted it as? Well, it didn't sound as condemning as the permanent button did, so might as well give it a try.

He tapped the button.

“Hey, what're you doing now? It's my phone—lemme see!"

The Riolu hopped away further, bounding up on the armrest furthest from his friend. Another popup appeared with a single button prompt.

Select Transferee:

Dom

Weird. How'd it know Dom's name?

“Gimme my phone back you little twerp!"

Reggie jumped across to the nearby loveseat, spinning to meet his friend's stare. “Call me another name, I dare ya."

“Huh?" Dom looked confusingly to his friend, then to the phone in his tiny paws. He smirked. “Thinking about changing into something else? Too bad I'll always know you're a small…"

Reggie tapped Dom's name on the phone screen.

“Wimpy…"

Reggie felt something run though his body, like blood rushing to a sleeping limb.

“Puny…"

He could already see the transfer well underway; Blue fur quickly sprouted from his shrinking friend's body, while his own line of sight climbed back up to the ceiling.

“Pintsized… Dork…?"

Dom blinked rapidly several times over, completely losing track of whatever insults he had prepared on deck. Everything seemed to flip upside down in his head. He was poking fun at his friend who, what felt like a fraction of a second ago, was a Riolu… but now he was back to being his normal self—except, things weren't normal at all. His vision had drifted down to the floor by a considerable margin, enough to leave him taken aback by the shift in worldview.

On the other hand, Reggie was back in his usual body—not necessarily that he missed his usual body, or didn't like the teasing minutes that he was Riolu—and watching his friend's reaction to the table's being turned on him. Stepping down from the loveseat cushions, his weight sinking deeper into the plush material, he was thankful once again for the fact that his clothes remained intact on his returned human body. His friend could not say the same, a spitting image of the mon he'd been just seconds before.

“I'm… I'm…"

Dom sputtered out sentences he couldn't finish, so Reggie helped him, “You're a… how did you put it? A small, wimpy, puny, pintsized dork Riolu."

“I-I'm Riolu? No, no. There's no way. But it didn't work before…" Dom looked over his newly formed forepaws, arms, chest, and anything else he could see without a mirror. “Is this really me?"

“Yeah, it is. You can thank me for that, by the way."

“So unreal…" Dom muttered to himself. He still poked at his various body parts, confirming each was really made of flesh and bone. “I'm actually Riolu. This is awesome. I am actually a freakin' Pokémon!"

Reggie smiled at his friend. “Yup! An itty-bitty Riolu, just like you wanted. Fits you much better than it did me, don't you think?"

“Yeah, I guess so… How long am I gonna be like this?"

“As long as you want… or maybe as long as I want, since I'm holding all the power in my palm, after all."

Dom finally shifted his attention away from examining himself. Both his red eyes narrowed to slits on his friend. “What do you mean by that? It's my phone that I'm letting you borrow."

“Oh yeah? Well come and get it, little guy."

The Riolu did just that; he hopped along the couch, over the armrests that nearly stood as tall as his hip, and scampered his way up to the standing human. “Come on, Reggie. This is cool and all, but I've got shit to do, and I can't be Riolu forever."

“Hmm. You got a good point; you can't be Riolu forever—not unless I make it so." Reggie snorted to himself. “Wouldn't you rather be a cute, dorky Riolu?"

“Come on man, this isn't funny. You aren't gonna… you wouldn't…" Dom came to a stark realization that spread across his entire snout. It was an expression of horror. “Don't you dare do what I know you're thinking about doing. I can read your mind, remember?"

Oh, right. Riolu does have the ability to read minds. “Trying to figure out if I'm pure of heart? Come on buddy, I'm doing this because I care about you! This is your fantasy made real!"

“It's not my fantasy if I didn't ask for it!" growled Dom. “Give me back my phone!"

“No!" Reggie looked back to the phone screen. “If you don't realize what you're missing out on, then I'm gonna have to make you understand—ow, hey!"

Reggie looked down in surprise at the Riolu wrapped around his waist. Dom got hold of his baggy shirt no problem with his claws—claws that pushed into his skin—and began to climb his way up the human's torso, aiming to get back his phone. Reggie squirmed at the painful nicks, but his focus kept true on the phone in his hand. All he had to do was hit the button, and it'd be a done deal for his ignorant friend. But then he'd never hear the end of his complaining. If only there was a way to get Dom to be a bit more agreeable…

Ding!

A new menu appeared on the phone, a slew of options coming with it.

“Hey! What was that? You better not have done anything to me!"

Reggie ignored Dom's remarks, quickly scrolling through the options presented to him. They were modifications—a lot of them. But there was one that immediately caught his attention: personality traits.

“Maybe you need to realize just how much of a dork you are," Reggie said, and he began typing into the input field, finishing with a click of the confirm button…

…And not a moment before the phone went flying from his hand!

“Damnit Dom! Why do you gotta be so difficult!"

“Because you're the one trying to force me to be… to be… what's happening?"

Reggie shoved at the staggered Riolu hard enough to unlatch him from his chest. Dom flops onto the loveseat, bouncing a few times before going still on his back. While his tiny friend seems momentarily stunned, Reggie takes the opportunity to grab the phone from across the room.

“Why do I feel…? Eww—WHY DO I SOUND LIKE A DORK?"

Dom shrieked out the last words in a nasally voice that was nothing like his own. It was completely lacking any masculinity that the former human once had. He wasn't a star-athlete by any means, but he certainly wasn't a four-eyed bookworm either.

Speaking of four-eyes.

Poof!

As soon as he confirmed the entry “needs prescription glasses" into the eyesight category, a thick-framed pair popped onto Dom's face.

“Hey! What the hell are these—" Dom ripped off the newest nerdy décor from his face, but shouted as soon as he did so, “What happened to my eyesight! I CAN'T SEE A FREAKIN' THING!"

“Then you better not damage those cute looking glasses you just got!"

The Riolu put the nerdy spectacles back on—out of pure necessity—and shot a magnified glare at the human, which Reggie could not take seriously in the slightest. “It's not funny—change me back!"

Reggie purposefully misheard his friend's squeaky voice, “Change you more? Sure, I can do that! Strength? Nah, don't need that!"

“Stop! Reg, please don't do this!"

“Maybe introverted, or—ooh, how about a cute little stutter?"

“C-cut it ou-ut! I'm-m you—I'm y-your f-friend!"

“Loves a bit of nerd talk…"

“I, I do n-not…"

Reggie smiled at the newest thought. “And we can't forget how much of a klutz you are!"

Dom, halfway from climbing down the couch, chooses to instead faceplant his way down, throwing his glasses off his face in the process. “My glas-s-sses… I c-can't see…"

With the dorky little Riolu worming his way across the floor, arms swinging in half circles to feel for his lost eyewear, a hand touched at the top of his head. Looking above him, he can spot the blurry outline of the much taller human, as well as something he was holding out in his hand. “Th-thanks."

Reggie lets Dom take his glasses back with a smile, loving every second of his dorkier friend. “Your welcome. Just about wrapped up here, okay buddy? Just gonna add that you hate altercations of any kind—you know, a real pushover, just like a nerd should be—and that should do it… oh."

Reggie stared curiously at the latest prompt. It simply read “kinks". He nearly thought against adding anything there. I mean, what kinks would a nerdy Riolu be able to satisfy? But when he really did put one did come to mind…

“There. That ought to do it. Now to make it permanent…"

“Please d-don't." Dom whimpered. “I don't w-wan-nt to be st-stuck l-like this. Please…"

“Don't worry Dom; you'll thank me eventually, I'm sure of it."

Tap.

It was done. Whether or not Dom felt the changes settle permanently into his wimpy body, he slumped against the hardwood flooring all the same. His old self was erased in that very instant. It was a superior version of himself that ceased to exist, now replaced by the body and characteristics of an utterly pathetic looking Riolu. At least he was pathetic looking in a sweet, sorry-feeling way.

“Don't worry Dom. You'll be taken good care of, I promise." Reggie tapped his bare foot against Dom's arm as some sort of sympathy. He might've imagined it, but his friend's snout seemed to perk up a bit at that.

“Alright! Time to figure out what else we can do with this app. You don't mind if I take your phone, do you?" When there was no response from the laid out Riolu, Reggie prompted his friend again. “Wanna tell me the code, or do I gotta tickle it out of you?"

“N-no! Don't t-tick-kle!"

Reggie couched down with a laugh, hovering his fingers over the quivering Riolu after placing the phone down. “Too late, here comes the claws! Better tell me quick!"

“Nno-ooo! Ple-ehehehease! Stahhahap! It is sevehehe-en-six-one-fo-ohhoho-ur!"

Reggie continued his tickle assault on Dom's ribcage. “Too complicated—change it to one-two-three-four, or I'm not stopping!"

“Ok-kahahaay!" The Riolu struggled to navigate the settings menu while being assaulted so mercilessly. Tears blurred his vision as badly as not having his glasses did, and it took him multiple tries to get the correct new password entered into his phone, but finally he did it. “D-done! Stop! Stop-p p-plehehehaha!"

“Thanks dork!" Reggie said appreciatively, taking the unlocked phone from Dom's paws. Scrolling through contacts, he spotted the two people he wanted to hear from. “We gotta get Malcolm and Wheeler over here to try out some other options; I bet they'd love it nearly as much as you do!"

After ringing up the other two close friends in their group, Reggie knew he had to give the app another whirl as soon as possible. He couldn't wait for them to show up, and what better way to convince them of the wonders he was capable of than to give them a visual show of it! Granted, he could use Dom as his example, but it certainly wouldn't garner the same interest; a Riolu that wore prescription lenses nearly as thick as his thumb wasn't exactly a grandiose specimen.

“…But what to choose?" he pondered, fingers hovered over the on-screen keyboard. Something with fiery attitude, an explosive amount of pep, and an overall sense of excitement. Something that matched Reggie's burning desire to be in the spotlight…

“Oh! Cinderace. Now that's a mon that'll bring the energy level up a few notches. I gotta try him!"

And Reggie was right about his choice, to some degree; the newly transformed Cinderace that stared into the bathroom mirror was a looker. He loved the bounce in his navy-blue and orange furred steps. He loved the striking force behind each of his moves. He really loved the burning passion that ignited behind his red-orange eyes. His smile was a cocky one, and it felt good. The spotlight was meant to be on Cinderace—all eyes was meant to be on him.

He only had to press that alluring button once to finish the look. One click, just as he'd done for Dom, and he'd be Cinderace for good. One click of the button to permanently become the blazing individual he saw in the mirror.

Yet…

“Not quite right…" Reggie mumbled, still feeling something missing. He eased the tension that'd built up in his wavering index finger, using his thumb to click the power button instead. His reflection frowned to share his disappointment; but what was the missing ingredient to his fantasies?

A knocking distracted him from his thoughts. There was no time for being disappointed, not when he had friends to join in on the fun! Reggie bounded to the front entrance—glancing to confirm that Dom hadn't budged an inch towards the door, no surprise from the dweeb—and swung the door open wide for the newcomers.

“Hey guys, thanks so much for stopping by on short notice! Come on in, come on in—"

“Holy shit! Reggie?!" exclaimed Wheeler, holding his open palms towards the strange creature standing in the doorway. Malcolm, while not so quick to throw up his own defenses, seemed equally thrown by the surprising face that greeted them.

“Yup! In the flesh—well, my newest flesh, I suppose," Reggie said with a laugh. “This is what I was telling you guys on the phone! Get in, quickly, quickly; I gotta speed you two up on the craziness that Dom and I have been up to!"

Wheeler seemed only more fight or flight-y after the Cinderace's invitation inside. “You and Dom… what the hell is going on?!"

“That's what I'm trying to tell you guys! Are you gonna come on in or not?"

Each of the two friends side-eyed the other. Malcom gave a half-hearted shrug, then waved his hand for Wheeler to go in first. Wheeler cursed under his breath. Both filed through the doorway, giving wide berth to Reggie-Cinderace, and were startled a second time by the Riolu sitting in the living room.

“Riolu?... Dom???"

“Hi Whe-eeler," Dom squeaked, adjusting the rim of his glasses up his snout.

“That's Dom?!"

Malcom's first words seemed to be the result of his brain exploding; the biggest of the friend group was usually the most resigned, but even this seemed too much for him to comprehend. “Dom is Riolu… and Reggie is Cinderace… and I think I need a drink."

“Not a bad idea. I can get us something!" said Reggie, bouncing over to the fridge, rabbit ears flopping with each hop he took.

“Get one for me too—something strong. Dom, do you want uhh…"

Wheeler's question to the small mon petered off awkwardly. Sure, the old Dom drank, but should the tiny Pokémon be doing the same?

“I d-don't want anyt-thing, thanks-s though."

Dom's answer didn't matter anyways; Reggie was back in the living room with three drinks in hand already, seeming to agree that only the bigger three friends would be enjoying a drink. He dropped two glasses on the coffee table and kept the third to himself.

“Alright, so, I guess I should start from the beginning," the Cinderace said as he sat beside Dom on the loveseat, with the other two sitting across from them. Neither interrupted Reggie's recap of the past day's events, only taking thirsty gulps of their drinks while they listened. Reggie never mentioned anything about Dom's resistance to being changed, and in fact made it out to be quite the opposite, as if he'd Dom had been begging to be changed. Dom never interrupted with his side of the story.

“…and then I went with Cinderace next—which still doesn't feel quite right for me. But yeah, that's about it. Pretty crazy, right?"

“I've got a question," Wheeler said, and Reggie nodded for him to have the floor. “What's the deal with the glasses—and why do you sound like that?" Malcom elbowed Wheeler, saying something about how he shouldn't ask like that, but he didn't back down. “What? I just wanna know why!"

Reggie waved Malcom off with a laugh. “It's no big deal, really! It's a fair question. There's a lot that this app can change. Dom got to test out a few of them: you've got the main transformation to a Riolu of course, but there's also—"

“I actually wanted to hear it from Dom, if that's cool with you," interrupted Wheeler.

An unnoticeable twitch comes and goes from the corner of the Cinderace's wide grin. “Of course! Sorry, got carried away. Go ahead Dom."

“Well… I ch-chose Rio-ol-lu, and I…" he glanced at the bigger mon that was intently focused on his every stuttered word. “…I wanted t-to be c-cuter, and… and geeky. I-I told Regg-gie to make m-me look and soun-nd like a n-ner-rd."

“And how could I say no to this adorable little face!" Reggie exclaimed, pinching each cheek underneath the thick-framed glasses. “That's not all! He wanted something else… didn't you pipsqueak?"

“I-I did?"

“Oh come on, you know exactly what I'm referring to." Reggie kicked up one paw over his leg, his beaned sole facing the smaller mon, and Dom locked eyes on it. “We're all friends here. No one's gonna kink-shame you. Go on, give in like the good little nerd you are."

Dom opened his mouth as if he might say something else. Instead, a salivating tongue lolled out his jaws, his gaze fixated on the meaty pads he so badly yearned for. Without much concern for what his friends might think, he crawled towards that irresistible paw, sniffing the air as he closed in on his prize. When his snout bumped into the surface, his tiny brain exploded with euphoria. The smells that assaulted him were heavenly. The sheen of sweat that slicked his fur was a vile goodness that Dom craved. He'd never felt like this before Reggie's trickery, but… maybe it was the blossoming nerd in him talking, but he was happy to give into this new feeling. It was right for him to snuff down drag after drag of Cinderace's stink. It was right for him to be a pathetic Riolu at the feet of a superior Pokémon.

“He's… he's really getting into it," said Wheeler. Both the friends on the opposite couch were very much surprised by the eagerness of Dom's subservience. The tiny dude was really putting his nose to work. His tongue soon joined in, lapping up plenty of sweat from the orange-tipped paw.

“He sure is! Hah, it tickles a bit!" Reggie flexed his toes over the diligent snout, admiring how quickly the Riolu slotted into his new role. “He really is an absolute dork, just giving himself to my paws like that." Scratching between Dom's ears, with a slight pressure to keep the dork's head down where it belonged, Reggie turns his attention to the others. “You guys gotta try it out too!"

They both looked apprehensive, especially when seeing how odd Dom was acting. It wasn't like him at all, a fact that Reggie was as distinctly aware of as they were. It'd take a bit more convincing to have them play along.

“Another round maybe? Let's have some fun!"

There was more than one way to loosen the guys up, and some social lubricant ought to do the trick. The four-foot rabbit kept the energy high, bounding back and forth from the kitchen as the two humans enjoyed the hospitality of the mon. Of course, they thought the Cinderace was drinking with him, which he was drinking—only water though, after the first glassful. Reggie needed a clear mind to continue his plans, and it was easy enough to feign drunkenness around other drunks.

“Can I h-have a drink-k n-now?" asked Dom.

Cinderace had been partly ignoring his underfoot pet. “Oh, sure." A bowl of water was placed at the foot of the loveseat, big enough to allow Reggie to dip both his paws into, and Reggie looked expectantly at Dom. “Drink up!"

That got a giggle from Wheeler and Malcolm. Seeing the Riolu struggle to get around the frisky toes that poked his snout really got them in tears, even more so when the nerd's glasses slipped into the bowl.

“I'd love to get my own foot rub from the dork," said Wheeler, a thought he unintentionally aired in the room. Dom seemed to have something to say about that remark, but thought against it—more like he was forced to shut up by the sopping wet paw weighing down on the back of his head.

“He can be shared around," replied Reggie. Now was his time to strike. “…though I think he prefers a fellow mon more than he does a human."

“I'll do it," piped up Malcom.

Cinderace's smile was oh so deliciously sweet. “Oh, sure, if you want to! Let me just…"

Tap.

…

Feeding your Fantasy…

“Oh, I'm feeling kinda funny…"

The newly changed Malcom was slow to react to the change. Nearly a minute passed before he did a double-take of the white-furred hands before his eyes. He gasped, half in drunken delight, half in drunken bewilderment. The Cinderace was a bit wobbly in his new form, no thanks to the combination of liquor and piloting an alien form.

“Enjoying the new look?" said Reggie, back to his human self again, a feeling that was more and more out of place every time he changed back.

“Uhh. I was thinking I'd pick which Pokémon I'd be."

“Oh, duh! Sorry, brain's moving slow," Reggie lied. “Which mon did you want? And do you have any ideas for yours?" he asked Wheeler.

Wheeler nursed his current drink while answering, “Well, I was thinking: can I do something different besides Pokémon? Like, uhm—like maybe Helluva Boss?"

“Yeah, that's a great idea! It'd be nice to get some variety going."

“Wait, can I also be something besides a mon?" asked Malcom.

“Oh, sorry Mac. Once I choose a theme for the first change, I have to stick with it from thereon. Rules of the app."

“Oh…"

Reggie smiled in an effort to keep his friend's enthusiasm up. “But don't worry, I've got the perfect mon for you to be! You'll love it as much as Dom is loving being a Riolu!"

“O-okay, yeah. That'll be good, I think. Which mon is it?"

Tap.

“Wouldn't it be better to see for yourself?"

Within the span of a few blinks, Malcom's world shrunk away to a less than a third of what it'd been—which was already a few feet under his normally tall stature. Now he was hardly any bigger than the Riolu he'd been laughing at moments before. Perhaps without his rabbit ears to gain the height advantage, he'd actually be shorter. His hands were still coated with a dazzling-white fur, though with a much simpler look than before, and his legs no longer quite had the same bounciness. Overall he felt… devolved?

Conveniently, that was the exact slider that Reggie had found on the app: An evolution slider, ramped up to two before, was now back to zero, the lowest it could go.

“You're a Scorbunny!" Wheeler stated matter-of-factly, or at least close enough for his slurred speech.

“I'm… just a Scorbunny? But I don't—"

“Don't worry Mac. Like I said, you'll love it!" Reggie said, already making quick work of the configurable options in the app. “Just think of how happy Dom will be to have another paw pet to help him out!"

Starting with personality, that needed that to be as timid and dorky as possible. Having two stuttering mons would be insanity-inducing, so a lisp would have to make do instead. Braces would add hilariously to his new lisp, so let's get those added in. He couldn't forget a matching pair of chunky frames to match Dom's. Better be sure the Scorbunny's body was equally lackluster as Riolu's. Make him a kiss ass so he'd behave. A sprinkle of sweaty nervousness on top of it all. And of course he had to sneak in a few kinks to bring home the nerdy rabbit's identity crisis.

Oh. Can't forget to make it permanent of course.

Tap.

The Scorbunny acted like a thunderbolt hit him directly in his rear. “Ah! What—What's wrong with me?!"

Eugh. Maybe Reggie should've heard Dom's lisp before locking it in. It was as big a spotlight on the nerd as anything else, and a far bigger turnoff. Definitely wasn't going to win over any ladies with his words… not that his inadequately small frame would score anything more than a vote of sympathy.

“There's nothing wrong with you. You just need to get used to your new body is all."

“But my voice… my head… my eyesight!" Mac put his glasses back on so he could see again. “And why do I have these braces on? My teeth aren't even crooked…"

“Are you complaining about the best thing to happen to you? You're a Pokémon now, and you're still going to a sniffling whiner about it?"

“But… But… I just…"

“Whine some more and see what happens."

The Scorbunny clammed up at the threat, even if it was a hollow one; there was nothing more that Reggie could do, even if he wanted to. He'd noticed before that, when he transferred Cinderace to Mac, Dom was no longer a choice on the list. Permanent really meant that: a permanent change of Dom's—and now Mac's—life. There was no going back for them. Reggie knew he'd forever warped the bodies and minds of his friends for the worst.

…And didn't feel a drop of remorse from it.

“Much better. You're much cuter with your mouth shut and your ears open. Are you going to listen, dork?"

Mac nodded vehemently, his enthusiasm to fall in line much greater than the Riolu's, an imperfection to be expected from a beginner craftsman; Reggie would refine his techniques and perfect his methods, crafting an army of flawless drones to do his bidding, directed by the app only he controlled. Yes, that sounded like music to his ears. Everyone would beg for his undivided attention. Everyone would follow his every command without hesitation. Everyone would know him to be the life of the party.

The life of the party…

An idea sparked from the depths of Reggie's daydreams. “You mentioned Helluva Boss?" he asked Wheeler, who remained as the last to be untouched by the app.

“Y-yeah, but I'd rather not… end up like them," Wheeler answered, eyeing both the puny dorks with some amount of unease. “I think I should leave—"

“Relax dude! I know exactly what you mean: you deserve to be someone."

Reggie stepped over to the couch, lingering his gaze over the cowering Scorbunny. It looked like the nervous sweating was already taking affect; his white fur shown with a sheen of beady moisture, thick enough to drip off his body.

Reggie waved generally at the sad sight. “You don't wanna end up like… this. No no no. A nerd's life would be too lowly for you. You've always been the life of the party. So, we should obviously keep it that way." He focused his attention back on the other human. “Sound good to you?"

“Yeah. I guess that'd be cool. I wanna be someone big, someone that's respected. Which is why I was thinking I could be Stol—"

“Beelzebub! Yes, I was thinking the exact same thing!"

“That's not—I'm not sure I'd wanna be a chick…"

“Come on! Beelzebub would be so YOU."

Not waiting to hear what his friend had to say, Reggie typed in the name, confirming the selection with a final press of his index finger. The transformation came with an invigorating warmth that blossomed throughout his body. It might've been his imagination that the changes seemed to be even more intense than the last one… not that he paid much heed to the powerful but brief feeling.

Reggie-Beelzebub spun a tight circle, getting a feel for his—now her—new body. The four arms were a bit trippy. “How do I look? Amazing, right? Oh, but my voice doesn't match at all. No worries. we'll get that fixed up for you." She sat down on the couch—directly over top where the Scorbunny sat, squishing him between her rump and the cushion.

Reggie acknowledged the mistake with a snicker. “Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to sit on you. I'm sure you don't mind though; may not be this close to another woman's ass for a loooong while, so drink me up while you can short stuff," she said, rubbing the top of Dom's sweat-slicked head from between her legs, then slipping the ugly frames from his face. “You won't need these while you're down there. You look cuter without them anyways."

“Wait. I thought you couldn't change into anything else after picking a theme?" Wheeler said.

“Oh. Did I say that? Huh, I must've been mistaken." Reggie shrugged it off without a second thought. “So, like I was saying… what was I saying again?"

Reggie was having a hard time concentrating. There was a slew of energies buzzing within her, emanating from each of the three friends, and it only made her hunger for more. There was the warm haze coming from the Scorbunny she was smothering. The confusing threads from the Riolu were less delectable, something she'd have to fix. And then there was the lingering hesitance of the human, with a hint of shy arousal…

“Oh! Yeah, that was it! I was going to get you fixed up!"

The phone in her one of four hands was gripped as if it was her lifeline. Once again, there was the alluring danger of the permanence she could force upon herself. Being the embodiment of gluttony for eternity. It was a temptation she swatted away with some effort, knowing this was not her final desired form, as enticing as it sounded. She tapped the transfer option instead.

“Let's get you shaped up to be the true life of the party."

Tap.

The ravenous feelings seeped out with the dissipating fur along his body. In a few more seconds, his body returned to a state more alien than what it came from. He needed to be changed again, so badly…

“Oh! Oooohhh YES!"

Wheeler was basking in the euphoria of his first ever transformation, one that was much stronger than the previous two mons felt. The power gained from becoming one of the seven deadly sins was like a potent drug fed into his veins. He was giggling as the changes coursed through his body, and still cackling after she was born into existence.

“Mm—you were so right! I will love being the queen bee."

Reggie smiled at the dazzling demon. “I bet you will, so let's finish it out."

Unlike for the nerds, there were only a few settings to change about Beelzebub. The big one was of course Wheeler's voice to match her body. From there, it was simply a matter of parameterizing her loyalty to him, and then she'd be ready to never look back.

Tap.

“…And done! How do you feel?"

A joyful shiver seemed to shoot up her spine. “I feel… I feel like we should get this party started!"

The room responded to her boisterous cheer; the boring wallpaper peeled away to a dazzling golden sheen. The floor melted and reshaped into a marbled tile. The couch they sat on sprouted ornate designs and was washed over with wine-red fabric. The room expanded in every which way, like the room's lungs were expanding for the party to come. Reggie smiled at the unexpected but welcome sight. It'd certainly be a night to remember by the end of it.

But he couldn't be expected at the party without his own outfit picked out! And since it seemed hell was coming along with the party, she might as well look the part.

L-O-O-N-A

Tap.

…

Feeding your Fantasy…

The same powerful rush trickled over his skin, soon to be replaced with a fur coat of gray and white. Reggie was addicted to the momentary buzz of the transformation as much as anything. It was the feeling of a new power settling into his newly formed bones. It was the excitement of experiencing the world through his newest set of uniquely red eyes. He was once again no longer his boring human self, nor a male in general. She was now a wicked hellhound with a bark just as bad as her bite.

“Now this feels… hmm." No, there was still something missing. What was it? She flipped through the options available to her. Changing her voice wasn't what she was looking for. She considered the gender selection next. “Maybe I need to grow back what's missing between my legs?"

She groaned unintentionally when the booty shorts she wore swelled at the front, barely making room for the meaty addition. Reggie knew it was a hefty tool without even looking. Her old human cock would look like a nub compared to what was bulging out her pants. Already she was feeling more comfortable… yet that wasn't quite enough, and she growing annoyed at trying to figure out what would be.

Loona-Reggie wasn't the only one that was groaning at the girthy growth. More of Mac's face was buried under the musky hellhound cock. The Scorbunny had already been sweating profusely from the sweltering heat of the ass that smothered him, but the heat of the close by shaft was enough to turn him into a puddle. It didn't help that his self-induced swamp was beginning to mix with her own dick sweat, fogging up his mind with perverted thoughts.

She hardly noticed the squirming activity, yet it was enough to get her attention. “Heh. Wanting to see what I'm packing? Hmph. What a pervert." She slipped the waistband of her shorts down, exposing more and more pink flesh that was crammed inside. “You're lucky I'm feeling generous, nerd. I shouldn't spoil a good dick on a virgin like you, but I'll make an exception this time." Her cock flopped out and down over the Scorbunny's snout, nearly matching the length of his entire face. “Lap me up, perv; I wanna see what your dorky tongue is capable of."

Mac easily gives into the demands of the hellhound, not that he had much choice. With her body breaking his body and the app breaking his will, the suck up Scorbunny was unable to resist a taste of the pre-slickened girl-cock. Reggie slumped back into the seat while she enjoyed the nerd's attempt at a blowjob. While the mon's tongue wasn't doing anything remarkable, the power she had over him was plenty enough satisfying to make up for it—enough to quickly paint the couch and nerd's fur with a healthy spray of cum.

But there was still another nerd indisposed of, sitting on the opposite loveseat. He'd been a silent bystander to the recent events: watching as Wheeler succumbed to the app's magic. Feeling ever smaller and pathetic in the lavish party house. Experiencing second-hand embarrassment from his other friend's submission to Reggie's newly changed body. He was lucky to be spared this long, but there was a pair of eyes on him now.

“I'm sensing some odd vibes in the room," Wheeler piped up, pausing her party crafting to flutter her way over beside the Riolu. “What's going on little guy?"

“I-I… I'm a litt-tle conf-fused-d."

“Aww. What's got you in a tangle?"

Dom, turning away from the lewd sight on the other couch, tried to play off his awkward arousal. “Feeling l-left out, I-I guess."

“Feeling like the odd man out—or maybe odd dork out?" Beelzebub trailed her fingers up the Riolu's chest. “Hmm. Must be a shock for you to realize that. It's natural for nerds to not feel included—or have any sort of satisfaction at all. Not unless we say they can. You've gotta wait for us to play with you. Does that make sense?"

“Can I p-play n-now?" Dom asked, and Beelzebub nodded.

“Of course, honey! I'm never gonna turn down another mouth to feed at my party, no matter how wimpy or undesirable they might be!"

While the Riolu tried to figure out if he should be happy or hurt by her words, she took the opportunity to give him what he really wanted: two fuzzy paws were dropped onto the pipsqueak's lap. “Here, why don't we do this: while I'm putting the last touches on my party planning, you can feed on my sweaty paws, and I can feed on those buzzing urges you've got bottled away! Super cute that you have a crush on me, by the way, but just know that it's never gonna happen between us, dork."

Dom wanted to be disappointed by how quickly she shot any prospect of getting with him down. He wanted to try to speak up and defend himself, but that wasn't going to happen. She was too far out of his league. She was the queen bee, and he was… nothing. A nerd was nothing but a handy tongue to scrub her paw pads on.

It ashamed him to know this was the unequivocal truth, and to know his heart leapt at the sight of her paws and his arousal peaked at her condescending words. Not wanting to disappoint on the one thing she asked of him, he put his mind towards pleasuring her paws, satisfying his own lustful cravings with every lick of her Beelzejuice-infused sweat. This would perhaps be his one and only chance to serve her. He'd make the most of the moment, knowing it would not last for more than a fleeting moment, and that he'd be craving those Beelzejuice-soaked toes for a very, very long time after.

The last furnishings of the party settled into place; bars with filled shelves, tables stacked with sweet and savory delights, and an open floor to dance the night away on. The stage was set, and now it was time for the audience to arrive, and arrive they did. A knock sounded out from the ornate double doors. Once opened, they did not close again, and droves of none other than demons were pouring into the space.

“Party's on bitches!" shouted Wheeler, mashing his paw one last time into Dom's snout before fluttering up to the massive chandelier hanging at the center of the open space. “Dig in! Indulge yourselves! Drink the night away, and every night thereafter! We're gonna keep this party alive 'til the end of time, baby!"

The crowd roared to life, cheering at the somewhat-dark prospect of an endless party of food, booze, and sweat-dripping fun. Everyone was down for the idea, everyone except for the only one that was able to resist the temptation: a hellhound observing from the sidelines, thinking about the one thing that'd been cursing her thoughts all day.

What was she missing?

She'd already given up on this being her final form, no matter how itchy her body got around the idea of pressing that button. This wasn't yet the end of her fun with the app. This wasn't the satisfaction she was justified. She wanted something more. She didn't have any use of the transfer button either, with no one to pick from anymore, so she chose to revert back.

None of the other partygoers were attentive enough to notice the one human sticking out like a sore thumb, yet it felt so utterly wrong when Reggie did switch back, enough to make him wonder if that was a mistake. Was Loona the right choice after all? Was any choice going to be right for him?

He looked at the screen once more. There was another idea that might be the one. He had to hope that it really was the one. With the phone's battery nearly spent, it seemed unlikely he'd find a charging cable in the transformed party house.

Please, let it be the one.

S-T-O-L-A-S

Tap.

…

Feeding your Fantasy…

His excitement for the transformation was electric before anything even happened. When the changes did kick in, it was a pure, potent ecstasy. The sequence had become a drug he so desperately needed to escape his human chains. And when the changes abated as quickly as they started—leaving blue feathers in place of skin, slender talons in place of hands and feet, and a face of royalty to replace the greasy, miserable face he'd worn before—he realized that elated feeling did not fade. There was a burning passion in his core, a giddiness in his heart, and a surge of power at his claw tips.

This was his final form. Reggie was sure of it—no, not Reggie anymore.

“Stolas. I am Stolas."

His voice already trilled with the perfect regalness he expected from a prince of hell. He was beautiful in every way already; there would be no need for any changes. Only one more decision was required. An easy decision, one that he'd been avoiding several times before, and now could finally give into.

Tap.

Whether by a magical seal or by his own imagination, the rush of energy through him felt very real. It was done. He was permanently transformed by the app, for better or worse. In his heart, he knew it would be better—for him.

The phone in his hand started to vibrate. Loosening from his hand to hover in the air, the electronic device whirled like a spinning top, enlarging as it did so. The spinning object slowed to a few lazy circles, then settled just above his outstretched talons—no longer a phone, or anything that'd exist on Earth. It was a grimoire. His very own grimoire.

A smile spread across the entirety of the owl's face. Stolas stood up then, sparing his Scorbunny friend any further torment, and looked out at the mass of demonic faces. An endless party of sweating and dancing and gorging, one that he was at the center of making.

Yes, he'd find a place in this new world. He'd carve his own path. He'd build his own fortune. It'd likely be a messy path of delicious unknowns, and he was ready for that. And of course he had his friends to keep him company; a pair of nerdy Pokémon to satiate his desires, and the sin of gluttony to build the road to greatness. What more might he ask for?

And while the world succumbed to the gates of hell opening damnation across land and sea, one individual freely enjoyed their first night born anew, partying and drinking alongside countless others. The first of an endless series of nights in this hell he called home.