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“Oh, Ke~ell…" Gods, there was such promise in that teasing tone. Kell couldn't help but shiver - Sly had just perfected the suggestive tone that told him something fun was coming, with just the right hint of aggressiveness that told him that there was no chance he was getting out of it. All he could do was wait until the reveal was sprung on him, and he hadn't been disappointed yet.

“What is it, Sly?" He smiled at the Heliolisk as the Pokémon entered the room, followed by Gammon, his Wartortle partner. Both of them, this was definitely a plan they had concocted together. Who knew what they could have in mind?

“Ooh, our pet sounds like he's got a cheeky tongue on him today." Well, that was telling...if they were in a 'masters and pet' mood then they were definitely going to be putting him through his paces. “But then again, we've heard all about that, haven't we?"

“I don't know what you're talking about."

“Oh, we've heard what some of the others have been saying lately," snickered Gammon. “That you think we're 'easy masters.' Which means we clearly haven't been asking you to do enough for us. Think we're getting soft on you?"

“Ah…" Kell flushed. That wasn't what he'd said at all, but he knew a set-up when he saw one. They were clearly planning on doing something that involved giving him quite the experience...this wasn't the first time they'd concocted a fictional transgression that he had needed punishment for. And if the past experiences were any indication, he was going to love paying the price. “I'm very sorry, masters. I've been bad and I need to be put in my place...please punish me any way you see fit."

“Oh, we're going to do just that. But first, you're going to run an errand for us." Sly beckoned to Kell to come to him, and the human did as instructed, rising from his temporary bed - which was a rather smaller cushion that was next to his actual bed. Such was the adjustment one had to make when they were half their usual height - he didn't want to break a leg trying to jump down from his normal furniture.

“We asked someone in the forest to make a special concoction for us," explained Gammon as he and Sly led the human outside. It was nice warm weather, a good thing because it wasn't like Kell had anything to wear, or that the two Pokémon would let him even if he did. “A Charmeleon by the name of Dragaz. You're going to go retrieve it for us. He lives near the grand oak by the Sitrus trees."

Not too far a trek, it would probably take him about an hour there and an hour back. “Yes, sir. I didn't know there was a Charmeleon that nearby…"

“We didn't either until recently," Sly chuckled. “He's Cyrax's brother."

“Oh, wow. So that's why you know him…" Kell flushed a bit at that memory. Cyrax was a Charmander and another one of the Pokémon at Syntel, the lab that Kell worked for - and secretly the vigilante science lab police organization that Kell and his Pokémon also served. Cyrax was among those vigilantes as well, and one of the most relentless Pokémon agents they had - his everyday appearance was as one of the test subjects, but that was to hide that he was a potent and powerful force that eschewed trainers and forged his own path. And he was the only one at the lab to have been brought to have 'fun' with Kell since his own change - and that little guy was just as aggressive in bed as in battle.

“Yeah, he followed a different path but apparently he's an ace-tier apothecary. So we asked him to make something special for us. So you'd better make sure you don't leave without it and don't lose it."

“I understand...but what if a Pokémon comes by and tries to take it?"

“Well, you're just going to have to convince them to leave you alone," Gammon said with a knowing grin. “So I hope you rested well…"

“Yes, sir...I'll be back as soon as I can."

“Don't wear yourself out too much, we've got plenty we have to do with you today," warned Sly as Kell walked off into the woods. If only Kell knew what they had in store, there was no way he was prepared for the ideas they had been throwing around…

---

The woods were fairly peaceful overall, which was definitely to Kell's advantage. He had half-expected some Pokémon to jump out of the woodwork and take advantage of a small, vulnerable human - either just by happenstance, or because Sly and Gammon had arranged it. It certainly wouldn't have been the first time, and he couldn't say he would be necessarily opposed to it. After two months of this, he had gotten plenty familiar with it, and yet not so used to it that he wasn't looking forward to it. Then again, maybe that was because the two Pokémon in charge kept it nice and fresh, constantly on his toes and always over his shoulder.

High over his shoulder, given his current altitude.

Being part of a vigilante organization meant plenty of new experiences, and one of those experiences was size alteration. Part of the research into adaptability that their lab did, they had a machine for transformations, including human-to-Pokémon transformation and size modification (with others in development that were kept closely guarded secrets). It was still relatively new technology, but other labs were working with the same kinds of machines, all trying to work out the various kinks that were associated with such changes. In the case of Syntel, it also happened to be a useful tool for accomplishing their other goals. Turning into a Pokémon tended to make one a little more clandestine, and one could even infiltrate labs in that form...though, one ran the risk of being experimented on in nefarious ways, too. And being shrunken down was an effective way of getting into small spaces without being detected, though it did tend to leave one more vulnerable.

Kell was a bit too nervous about what might happen if he was caught by one of those labs as a Pokémon to try that one - some of the things he had seen were sickening, and he was certain he wouldn't be able to hold out going through them. But he was less worried about the size alteration, having a couple Pokémon to defend him anyway, so he had been willing to go through that here and there in order to infiltrate some labs and download key data. In fact, he was the one with the most experience being minimized in the lab...which had less to do with his duties and more to do with extracurricular activities.

It was no secret that Pokémon often harbored sexual feelings for their trainers, and Sly and Gammon were among the norm. They had messed around with Kell a few times under typical circumstances, but they gained a special eagerness when the human was more around their size - something about it triggered some dominance instinct that was common in Pokémon and made them more randy than usual. Not that Kell was much different - much as he enjoyed their normal-sized sessions, there was something more exciting about having creatures his size going at him. Which made him quick to volunteer for any missions that required it - the payoff was more than just the good deed he was doing.

Of course, there were complications - the mechanisms to alter and transform had flaws that needed to be worked out, one of which was the issue of foreign genetic material causing errors and potential mutations. So they had always had to go at it safe, and had done so for all of Kell's minimized experiences...until two months ago, when they were on their own in the woods after a narrow lab escape and their desires had gotten the better of them. Kell had let them go at him raw, and after an unusually dominant performance by the Pokémon, had taken in more than just their fluids. And as a result, he had been barred from going through any reversion until they were certain of his systemic stability - a process that took a long time.

Since then, Kell had been very much deferring to the whims of the two Pokémon, and Sly and Gammon had taken full advantage. The two expressed their dominance time and time again, screwing him by surprise, ordering him around, tying him up, and having plenty of different Pokémon use him freely on both ends. In fact turning them down wasn't really an option, only Sly and Gammon could decline an overture to use him and to this point that had happened only twice - thankfully, because those two Pokémon had seemed a bit on the nastier side. It had mostly stayed between them, Syntel wasn't privy to what was going on with him...most of Syntel, anyway. It had been a surprise to Kell when his masters brought in Cyrax, who had proved every bit as domineering as the two of them, if not more so. Although the Charmander was still smaller than him, it wasn't by much, and he didn't exactly feel like he was the bigger man by the time Cyrax got done with him. Or any of the other Pokémon on that scale, really...they might have been shorter, but they were easily more powerful for their size than he was. Vulnerability, indeed.

Not that Kell could say he minded, not one bit. Somehow the constant use and submission remained just as thrilling now as it had that first time he had fully conceded to Sly and Gammon, and there were no indications that was changing any time soon. In fact, he was already wondering how they were going to manage this after his ostensible quarantine ended - no way he was going to go back to before when they had reined it in and used protection and all that. And he wondered how long it was going to be before he was pining for it enough that he made sure he got 'stuck' again. He'd never really thought of himself as slutty before, but at this size, with the Pokémon in charge, he felt very much like one.

Of course, there were still a few worries. Like right now, walking through the woods, there was always a chance that he would encounter a Pokémon that had no interest in his ass, and more interest in ripping his lungs out. It was rare for Pokémon to be like that, but not unheard of...sometimes just an effect of being strung out on some chemical from some plant, or under the effects of confusion. Kell was utterly incapable of defending himself from a Pokémon - he simply didn't have the physical strength to do so. When Sly or Gammon was with him, it was less a concern, but on his own…

His luck seemed to be holding out, though, as he reached what had to be the indicated den. The mound of dirt with the opening in it had a sort of glassy sheen, which had to be from rather intense heat. Hopefully he was a friendly reptile...if he was anything like Cyrax, though, friendly or not, he was going to be a rough sort. Still, Kell was here, and he had a task. “Hello? Dragaz? I'm here to pick something up for Sly and Gammon...are you here?"

It took a few moments, but he definitely heard something from within the den. Eventually, a red head popped out, definitely on the bigger side for a Charmeleon - and definitely on the bigger side compared to Kell. “Damn...they SAID it, but I still wasn't ready for it. You're a tiny fucker!"

More like tiny fuckee, all things considered. Holding back the full magnitude of his grin, Kell nodded in reply. “Yeah, it's definitely not something you see every day, I guess. And you're surprisingly big...guess that runs in the family."

“Damn straight. Cyrax and I got good genes. Though, he got the urge to throw himself into the line of fire, I didn't. He probably needs them more than I do, but hey, I'm not complaining." Dragaz was emerging from the den, some kind of odd crystal bottle in his hand. Kell was certainly impressed, Dragaz was quite a bit bigger than Sly and Gammon were. Probably a close match for that first Zangoose they had had him take...and he definitely had a bit more defined muscle on him, much like Cyrax did. Yeah, if one saw the two of them, they would have no doubt that they were brothers. He wondered who was the elder - some might be inclined to think Dragaz because he was evolved, but it wasn't that unusual to meet a Pokémon that deliberately staved off or denied evolution, so that was never a given. He wasn't here to talk family, though.

“So, I'm guessing that that bottle is what I'm supposed to be getting for Sly and Gammon?"

“Easy guess!" Dragaz's grin was almost boastful as he tapped the bottle with a claw. “This baby packs a punch I'm sure they're gonna find enjoyable!"

“What does it do?"

“That's for me to know and you to find out. All I'll say is that you're part of the fun they're planning with it." Which gave Kell no real information whatsoever, as he'd already suspected that to be the case - they wouldn't have him getting it if not to tease him with the prospect of something.

“Ah, well, I suppose I'll have to find out when the fun comes, then. I guess I'll have to take that to them-"

“Ah-ah!" Dragaz pulled it up higher as Kell tried to step towards him. “Hang on there, I don't do this stuff for free! Well, not all the time, anyway. I gotta get my promised payment first."

Payment? They didn't give me any...oh. Right. This was a pretty obvious set-up from the start. Kell smiled shyly up at the big lizard. “Oh, but they didn't give me anything to pay with. Is there something I can do for you that will be...satisfactory?"

“Heh, I'm going for more than satisfactory. You want this, open wide and let me rut your face."

Well, there was no question he knew what he wanted. But actually fucking his face? He knew the size wasn't going to be an issue, there was no way Dragaz was bigger than Gammon and he'd been made to hilt that monster before...but that had always been more cautious, his face had significantly less padding than his rear end and they hadn't pounded him hard. And Dragaz didn't look like the type to go easy on him.

Still, what choice did he have? He had a mission and he had to get it done. “Of course, sir...however you like."

“Heh, if it was just how I liked it I'd be hammering that ass of yours right after. But they told me to make sure you could still walk back, so another time. Bend down in front of me, and open as wide as you can...not that that's gonna help you much."

Dragaz lowered the bottle and handed it to Kell as he knelt in front of the Charmeleon. Theoretically, he could have made a break for it, but he doubted that there was any way he could out-speed Dragaz even if he did try that...and there was no way that anyone would be happy with that, either. Including himself. So he grabbed the bottle and held tight as he opened his mouth...already the spicy, sulfuric musk was working over his senses, filling his nose and making his head swim. He could only watch as that red shaft emerged from its hiding spot, from the pointed tip to the wide base where he could see the telltale swell of a bulbous knot starting to form. Dragaz was definitely packing a healthy size just like his brother, and from the way it was steaming, it had plenty of heat to give him. Kell had felt that heat before, with Cyrax and others, he knew it wouldn't damage him but it was going to feel REALLY intense. The way he was getting hard, though, clearly he didn't mind that.

He knew it was going to be rough, Dragaz had warned him as much. But he still wasn't expected Dragaz to take hold of his head with both clawed hands and just SHOVE the whole thing up to the knot inside his mouth hole, spearing his throat with his volcanic spear and starting to rut like he was using an inanimate toy. Kell hadn't even prepared enough to take a proper breath, and there was precious little time to catch up after he started getting plowed. His eyes watered as the furious heat raked over his sensitive inner flesh, the spicy taste on his tongue ruthlessly powerful and endlessly lingering, his lips being shoved hard against that knot and giving him nothing but thick musk when he actually got a chance to suck in a little air. Despite the less-than-ideal situation, though, he didn't protest, and in fact shifted his hands to grip the Charmeleon's ankles, leaving the bottle on the grass below him.

He heard a murr above him as he settled in. “Rrrr, you fuckin' know your place, little human…" Kell's flush deepened, he really did, he'd learned rather quickly that Pokémon liked this position a lot, it was as full a demonstration of surrender as he could do for them when blowing them. Forced to be close, completely ceding to the Pokémon's control...it was no lie to say that those factors made it one of his favorites as well. He did his best to fight through the adversity, trying to draw in a little air when that cock was pulled out, or get rid of some of that pent-up breath whenever possible, the ravaging heat was making that difficult but he was somehow managing to keep up enough not to get more than mildly dizzy.

Dragaz wasn't making it any easier, of course. He would change up his thrusting every now and them, shifting the rhythm off of what he seemed to be settling into and altering the speed or force. His scalding precum was constantly gushing down Kell's throat, and whenever he pulled out enough to get it into his mouth Kell could get the full taste of the Charmeleon, at least until he had access to his full-fledged cum. Fiercely spicy and intensely hot, it burned on two fronts and his tongue never could adjust to it, both sensations together far too powerful for him to attenuate. When the hot flesh raked against his throat, it made him convulse a bit automatically, tightening down for that thick tool that was already stretching him pretty madly. It would have been a jawbreaker if he wasn't a Pokémon...this was something he had been wanting to research for a while, how Pokémon could screw something so much smaller than them without damaging anything. Maybe Syntel would give him a grant to look into that…

He was starting to feel that telltale throb in the Charmeleon's cock as it punched its way into him, accompanied by stronger gushes of precum. Dragaz was close, and for that matter, so was Kell...his untouched, unstimulated cock was alight with need, the musk and the sensations of being throatfucked getting him turned on beyond belief. Even a little bit of contact probably would have set him off, but he kept his hands firmly latched onto Dragaz's ankles, demonstrating the remarkable self-control that had been drilled into him by his current masters. He was doing his best to add his own touches to the facefucking, swallowing and moaning to try to provide a touch more stimulation, encouraging Dragaz to release as soon as possible.

He was completely unprepared for the sudden, intense heat that engulfed his cock and balls. He had only the briefest moments to register what happened before his eyes rolled back as he came hard, shooting onto the Charmeleon's tail as it had snuck underneath him. But there turned out to be a more nefarious purpose...his mouth stretched a bit wider in his muffled cry, and Dragaz took that opportunity to SLAM in hard, distending Kell's jaw as the knot forced its way into his maw. His air was completely cut off, oral cavity stretched to the limit as his eyes bugged out from the sheer intensity of the sensations...and then, just a moment later, Dragaz let out a roar and a jet of flame into the air as he unloaded his volcanic spunk into the human.

Round after round of lava-like jizz poured down Kell's throat, coming so fast it couldn't all find space to go down. He felt the blazing, spicy, searing taste rake his tongue as the seed flushed back into his mouth, trying to find space while his throat worked to drain him. That seed was all that could get in, as there was no air coming in or going out through his mouth or his nose, not with that massively effective plug clogging him up...and with the power of Kell's own orgasm, he was squirming about and using up plenty of oxygen. Some of the stray seed leaked from his lips, dribbling down onto and around that tail that was still bathing his gonads in flame. He couldn't do anything to keep it in, not while trying to handle every shot that filled his gullet...and Dragaz showed no sign of wanting to try to work himself free.

He was starting to feel dizzy, overwhelmed by the lack of air, his body heating up more as the heat from Dragaz's cock was pouring directly into him, making him flush further. He couldn't move his jaw at all, couldn't get even the slightest bit of space in there, not that it wouldn't have been filled with cum immediately, the Charmeleon still pumping steadily into him. The strain was definitely getting to him...yet, he hadn't felt his orgasm fade away, the pleasure peak was staying put despite the fact that he wasn't releasing anymore. It was like that was being plugged up, too, keeping him from coming down from the peak until he exhaled it out. He wasn't sure whether it was that or the lack of oxygen making his vision start to swim, it might have been both…

Just as he felt himself start to fade into blackness, the knot started to shrink, and Dragaz pulled out rather bombastically, a loud pop accompanying his extrusion from the human's mouth. Kell collapsed onto the ground, heaving hard as cool air replaced the hot steam that had flooded his lungs. Things righted themselves in his brain after a minute or so, allowing him to sit up and look up at the satisfied Charmeleon. “Not bad for no prep, bitch."

“Ah...that was…"

“Crazy? Not as much as you think. Never had anyone knot your mouth before? I could feel you squirming, you were loving it."

Kell was too flushed to get more red, but the feeling of embarrassment was definitely there. “I...what would've happened if you stayed in too long?"

“Heh, I had ways of making sure you wouldn't cark it. But you handled it fine for your first time...I aim to make sure it's not your last."

Doing that again seemed daunting, now that he knew it was potentially coming...but he couldn't deny being a bit excited for it, too. Maybe it was just the lingering high from everything else...he could still taste that spiciness on his tongue...that was going to take a while to go away, but it was so worth it, somehow that spiciness was a billion times more flavorful and more attractive than any hot food he'd had. Maybe it was the musk mixed in with it...he slowly got back up and looked deferentially at Dragaz, red-faced for about six different reasons. “Thank you...for that last bit, Dragaz…"

“Well, you were enjoying yourself so much, I didn't think it would be right not to give you the finish," replied the Charmeleon with no shortage of cheek. “Not like it's hard to get that tiny cock shooting its few droplets."

Kell flushed even harder. Pokémon certainly loved pointing out his small size...granted, he was a lot smaller than any Pokémon his current size, and a lot that were smaller than him. They were just bigger in general than humans were, and they seemed to think size DID matter in some respects...though, as much as he felt embarrassed by it, he didn't feel insulted, the way they said it didn't seem like it was making fun of him, in fact sometimes it seemed almost appreciative. Sly and Gammon didn't usually say anything unless other Pokémon were pointing it out, though they had remarked once or twice how it was there for display only...he wasn't big enough to pleasure any Pokémon with it anyway, even if they would have considered that. “I'm still glad you were willing to do it...thank you. Ah, I guess I should start getting back…are you gonna be doing more for Sly and Gammon?"

“Heh, you bet your ass," Dragaz replied with a hint of smugness. “We worked out a deal - I make stuff for them, and I get my crack at you any time I want. So every bit of you is gonna get to know me QUITE well, including my knot in all your holes. Something tells me you're not gonna mind that."

“Not at all, sir…" That did sound exciting, Kell had to admit - the big Charmeleon was more than effective at making him feel good, even when he was pushing him to the extreme limit. Though, how he was going to cash in when Kell was at his normal size was a question...would he be okay with a full-sized human? Some Pokémon wanted to feel like the bigger partner, after all...but he decided now wasn't the time to worry about that. “I suppose I'll be seeing you again fairly soon, then."

“No doubt. Now get your ass home, Sly and Gammon are gonna be chomping at the bit for you and that mix. Trust me...it's gonna be a life-changing experience for all of you."

“That sounds promising. Okay, then, until next time…" Kell waved to the Charmeleon and started to walk. He was definitely curious now, but he knew his curiosity would be sated soon enough...and the mystery made him more excited.

---

Given what Sly had said at the outset, Kell had half-expected to be ambushed by a Pokémon on the way home, and made to bend over to keep that bottle safe. But the walk home was just as uneventful as the walk there...which might have been a good thing, as a large enough cock in his ass would make his legs nice and wobbly, making it difficult to actually get back. If they really wanted this, maybe they had gone the opposite direction, making sure he wouldn't have any trouble getting back home. Not that he wasn't still somewhat weary from that oral knotting, but at least his breath had come back pretty quickly after that.

It was definitely getting cooler outside, the sun making its way down as he was nearing home, letting the air temperature fall as less light reached through the trees. But the hefty load of fire left inside him by Dragaz kept Kell nice and warm all throughout him...that was one of the upsides of taking a Fire-type, you were never cold for a good while afterwards. It also provided him with a bit of extra energy, a good thing after two hours of walking and one quite rough oral copulation. By the time he reached home, he was definitely feeling a good bit of fatigue...a rest was going to be nice before whatever Sly and Gammon had planned.

Gammon was waiting at the door for him, grinning in that devilish way that Wartortles just seemed to be really good at. “So, I take it by the mess on your face that the mission was a success?"

“I'm not even sure why you went to all the trouble," Kell shot back playfully. “It's not like I would have said no if you just sent me over there to get fucked."

“That part was his idea. He apparently really likes the idea of being paid by getting to fuck a bitch. Come to think of it, we kinda like that idea too. But yeah, when we heard he was Cyrax's brother we thought he was perfect as a more routine partner. Now get your ass inside and wash up, because what comes next is special and just for the three of us. Once you're clean, hit the basement."

“Yes, sir!" It was a slightly playful response, with an undercurrent of realness. Sly and Gammon weren't always all that serious with their orders, but something about that sense of compliance was appealing...Kell kinda liked the idea that he had to obey. He had told the two that they were in charge as long as he was small, so why not indulge them, and himself? It had somewhat surprised him how much he liked playing the 'pet' role, but if that was the case, then he might as well enjoy it.

Once inside, Kell made his way to the bathroom and started cleaning up. By now this was a very familiar routine, he'd gotten used to washing himself off virtually every day, and most of the mess on him was semen every time. It was a bit too awkward to shower with the head so far above him, so he usually just drew a bath, though he had to keep from filling it too high since his smaller stature made it easier for him to get overwhelmed. There were all sorts of adjustments he had to make with his height...and the odd thing was how quickly he took to them, he adjusted surprisingly rapidly. He always had, it was like part of him knew instinctively how to be this small.

Within a few minutes he was mostly clear inside and out, and ready for more. Which was no doubt coming, they hadn't gotten him to fetch that potion just for nothing. He didn't know what was in it, but perhaps it was one of those fabled aphrodisiacs that would let the two Pokémon have at him all night long. They had threatened so numerous times before, so it wouldn't have surprised Kell. If that was the case, he was definitely going to have to be ready for it...though, he really doubted he could get more ready than he was.

Once cleaned off and dried off, he headed for the basement, stepping carefully down the stairs to the cool tile. There was a rug that they spent a lot of time fornicating on, a little easier on Kell than the harder tile surface, though it was probably in need of cleaning beyond the blasts of water Gammon gave it. Something else was present this time, though: a wooden sort of rig with rings that looked suspiciously well-placed to keep someone spread-eagled on it. Perhaps meant to tie him down, but it looked oddly complicated for that…

Sly and Gammon were standing next to a small table, with the Heliolisk doling out doses of that elixir into two cups of berry juice. “Good, that didn't take too long at all. I was going to have to go harder on you if you lollygagged," said Gammon with a playful threatening tease.

“Maybe I should have waited a bit then, and seen how you would have punished me," Kell toyed back.

“Oh, trust me, there will be PLENTY of punishment tonight. Sly, you almost done dithering with that shit?"

“Just done!" Sly tossed the now empty bottle of the draught away and handed the glass to Gammon. Interestingly, none for Kell, who figured he'd be the target of that potion as well...well, he'd find out soon enough. “Down the hatch!"

“Let's see what this bad boy does!" Both Pokémon downed their drinks quickly, slugging the sweetness into their throats like it was giving them life. Kell had to watch curiously, there was clearly supposed to be some effect, but he didn't know what it was going to be. Surely there wouldn't be that much production if it was just to make them horny, right?

His attention was rewarded as he saw the first change. Not a huge one, but there was definitely something happening with their bodies...the limbs of the two Pokémon were getting a bit thicker and beefier. Not a huge change, but noticeable muscle crept into them...it was more pronounced on Sly, whose limbs were pretty thin naturally, while Gammon's already had a fair bit of girth.

“Ooh, this was unexpected…" Sly hissed giddily. “A nice touch from that Charmeleon, now I know where he gets that muscle mass he has on him."

“Ooh, yeah, this is pretty nice...mmph, but it's even sweeter down below, damn, I can feel it…" Gammon was rubbing his crotch, getting his cock out to play...and Kell's eyes widened as he saw what was going on down THERE, which was much more obvious. The entire length of the Wartortle's cock was being studded with warty bumps, which were popping up as Kell watched. They looked tough and even a little coarse on the surface, maybe even slightly pointy...that was going to feel very odd inside him, he couldn't think of a Pokémon that had quite the same texture on its sex, at least among the types he had personal experience with.

There were changes to Sly, as well, as the reptile's twins pushed out of his slit, the Heliolisk's finger toying with himself. There were sharp barbs developing through the surface, poking out and curling back, sparks jolting between them. Barbs were something Kell had felt before, but these ones looked a bit more wicked, like they would claw through him while Sly was pulling out of him. The designs were unquestionably harsher than before, and there was no question where they were going to be directed...Kell felt a bit of a thrill through him, this must have been part of the 'punishment' they'd been talking about.

“You just gonna stare, or are you gonna get to work?" Gammon's voice cut through his reverie, more bossy and controlling than usual, and Kell felt a shiver as he got up close to the two Pokémon and started playing with their dicks. One hand on each...he could only really focus on one of Sly's two at once, and Gammon's was so long and thick that a hand barely felt sufficient. But that was what his mouth was for - as usual, he started to rotate back and forth, sucking on the tips a bit while his hands worked over the shafts. Now he had a new thing to focus on, and he got his fingers toying with the sharp barbs of Sly's pene while he rubbed and poked at the bumps on Gammon's. Both were responding, Gammon especially - it seemed those bumps were more sensitive. He was the first to be leaking pre, which Kell eagerly lapped up.

He wasn't expecting what came next. The moment after the fluid hit his tongue and throat, the human felt a powerful stinging sensation where it had touched. That sting spread through him as the fluid went into him, radiating from his core out to his extremities. It wasn't making him numb, in fact it made everything feel a bit sharper, like it was firing up his nerves. “What...what's going on here?"

“No words, pet. You listen now." Sly's voice was more intense than usual, making Kell truly feel like he HAD to obey. So he did, focusing on sucking on the two in shifts, wincing at the stinging but still working through it. Those barbs were quite scratchy. and they shocked him as he touched them, intensifying the sting. And when his tongue rubbed over the bumps on Gammon, he could feel their roughness as well, confirming that they would be rubbing quite harshly at his insides. Whatever had been in that potion had REALLY had an effect on them!

Sly's voice started again, and he made himself listen as he tried to keep up his pleasuring. “We've been talking about this for a while...both of us have been wanting to try it, but we weren't sure about you. But after this past couple months, we've pretty much had all doubt removed about how you feel about this."

“You're a bitch," said Gammon. “You're a bitch who loves being a bitch. And you've truly shown it over this period. And you're a very popular bitch, everyone we've talked to gives you rave reviews. You seem happier now than you were before, and there's no doubt we are. So we came to a decision...we're gonna keep you that way."

Kell's eyes shot open, and not just because he got a fresh dose of precum from Sly - the electric-tinged fluid made that sting feel even sharper, though it didn't have quite as much spread as Gammon's did. But he had heard what the Wartortle had said - they were going to keep him this way? As in, permanently?

Sly hissed in amusement. “That's right. That stinging you're feeling right now? That's from a special berry that's got mutagenic properties. With this neat little mixture, it'll activate from our seed pouring into you. The oral's the prep work to get it in your system enough...once we rut you, it'll take hold and alter you how the other chemicals say. And it's full-on permanent, no machine's gonna undo this."

“And we're planning on a little more, too," snickered Gammon. “We like you small, so we're gonna make you a bit smaller. Not too much...but enough that Cyrax will be bigger than you and can dominate you properly. Heh, lucky for you he's big for a Charmander."

“Oh, and one more thing…" Sly said with a slick tone that left a chill of foreboding in Kell's spine. “Much as we've had fun with it, that dinky little dick of yours isn't really necessary. And if you need it to get to orgasm, it's kind of in the way of our fun. So, we're getting rid of it. Once we've both cum inside you, it'll be gone. Dragaz told us you'll still have pleasure, but I'm not sure how it'll work...but consider that a punishment for denying us for so long. You don't deserve a dick, and you don't need it anyway…"

The human's heart was thudding against his chest as he heard those words spoken. This was insane! They'd never hinted at any of this before, now they were just throwing it out like it was nothing! Permanent size reduction, even more shrinking, and losing his dick completely, those were extreme things they were planning to do to him, and they sounded so EAGER about it...his mouth switched back to Gammon's cock, though, taking in more of that smoother sting that spread through him as the turtle's precum met his mouth. His eyes were watering at the sensation in his tongue and throat, a harsh sharp prickling that was impossible to ignore. Taking in more of the stuff that was supposed to start changing him…

And yet...he noticed he wasn't trying to stop. And wasn't exactly protesting, he hadn't said a word about it. True, they had wanted him silent, but for this he could break that silence, reassert his position as the trainer. Even as he thought that, though, he started sucking more on Gammon, stroking both Pokémon with his small hands, playing with the barbs and bumps that were oddly compelling to him. Nor had his own arousal gone away...if anything, it was sharper than before.

Was part of him actually agreeing with this?

“Now, don't think we're just gonna do this to torment you or wreck your life," Gammon spoke up again, interrupting his thoughts. “We don't want you thinking about anything else when you think about this...nothing about Syntel, we've already told them what we're planning to do and you're not gonna be thrown out. Might be part of some experiments rather than just running them, but we gave them good reason to see you being tiny as an asset. And if anyone can adapt equipment to you, it'll be them."

“And we can figure out this place, too," added Sly with an amused hiss. “Get you some small-fry stuff that'll match your proper size. After all, we're not gonna be humping you ALL the time, and we don't want you to be put out a whole ton over this. That wouldn't make it any fun at all, we want to be sure you ENJOY being our eternal bitch."

They had put a lot of thought into this, for sure, and as Kell switched back to the half of the Heliolisk he'd been playing with earlier, taking the tip in and letting the barbs scratch his throat and tongue, he was finding it harder than he thought to come up with objections. Part of that might have been the sharp stinging all throughout his insides, and partly on his outsides as well as the caustic precum dribbled onto parts of him, including his own minute dick. Thinking around that was hard enough, for sure. But the more they spoke about it, the more clear it became how much they wanted it, and that oddly enough was making HIM want it more. Maybe all that submissive play wasn't just play after all...maybe he really did want to be obedient to them, even for something this extreme.

But it appeared Sly wasn't done laying it on just yet. “Now, you know exactly what we want. There's no question, we've just laid it out for you, clear as can be. The only thing left is YOUR feelings...because as much as we want it, we can't make you do it if YOU don't want it. As disappointed as we'd be, well, we'd get over it if you refused...but, I think YOU know you want it as well. And I think you know full well that this is the life you've preferred over the last one. So...let's make this nice and simple. I'm ordering you to keep sucking us off until we cum, and swallow as much of our seed as you can get in you so we can finish these changes. If you really, truly don't want to do it...all you have to do is refuse that order. Very simple, isn't it? Just stop pleasuring us. But if you keep going and swallow our loads...there's no going back."

Of course...he should have known they wouldn't spring this on him and then not give him the choice. Aggressive as they could be - and he was WELL aware of how aggressive that was lately - Sly and Gammon were as close to him as anyone could be and he knew they cared about his feelings. So that meant he had a little bit to think about this, mull it over and assess what it was that he wanted...so why was it his mind was going back to what THEY wanted? He switched back over to Gammon's leaking shaft, he could feel the light throb that suggested that he was pretty close to shooting off, sending that stinging seed into Kell and ensuring that he was going forward. His decision time was growing quite short, he knew he had to try to think it out, but every time he composed a thought it lingered briefly before being pushed aside by the knowledge that Sly and Gammon wanted to do this to him. Like nothing else was as important as that...maybe it would have helped if he could clear his head of the musk of the two Pokémon, their powerful sexy tastes, but he couldn't even make himself pull off of Gammon long enough to let the sting settle down. How harsh was it going to be when it was the Wartortle's actual semen?

Gammon sure seemed to be enjoying the sight of the trying-to-waffle human. “Heh...you can't stop yourself, can you? Even knowing exactly what's going to happen, you keep working on us...well, I guess that tells you something, doesn't it?"

Maybe it did, Kell realized. Perhaps a lot more than he would have thought...this deep-rooted desire for obedience, this innermost command to put Sly and Gammon's will before his own, he hadn't realized until now just how powerful it was. The truth was becoming more and more clear, he really WAS a bitch, not just in behavior but in spirit, and somewhere along the way he had fully ingrained Sly and Gammon as his masters. And now he understood, he wanted it because THEY wanted it...he couldn't have been happy denying this to them, he knew it would eat at him until he eventually agreed to it anyway. With that in mind, there was only one thing left to do…

He pushed his head down on Gammon's thick cock, getting a couple of inches into his throat and running his tongue over the blunt, sensitive head while he played with the new bumps all over the surface. It didn't take long from there, and he felt it coming just before it happened, and secured himself on that cocktip just in time for the first deluge. It stung like madness, his whole mouth and throat got it first as the cum pumped deep into him, but rapidly it spread all the way through the rest of his body, making Kell tear up as he felt the fierce buzz permeate his entire being. He didn't let up, though, continuing to swallow and suck and get filled up with the huge amount of seed Gammon could produce until the Wartortle pulled him off, letting the last deluge coat Kell thoroughly. At least the sting was potent enough that that surface covering didn't add much to it...he was clearly wincing from the effect, but he didn't regret it - it would all be worth it in the end.

“Heh...you've made us very, VERY happy, bitch," Gammon murred approvingly. “Now get Sly off, while I get the last stuff we need."

Moaning a bit, Kell complied, sidling over to Sly and starting on that well-attended shaft once again. Each of his wasn't quite as momentous as Gammon's, so he could more easily pleasure the Heliolisk orally; he opened wide and pushed himself down much further on Sly's shaft, slowly working it into his throat, eyes watering more as the sting intensified and the electricity surged through him. As he took the one in, his hand started to play with the other more, trying to help Sly get to the pinnacle faster. His throat was slightly painfully scratched by those barbs as they slid back and forth, but he didn't let up - it sounded like this might be a permanent change as well, so he would be wise to get used to it. It was making the sting so much sharper, but that was just starting to pump up Kell's arousal more.

“Oh, yeah...keep that up, you're gonna be SUCH a fun pet, I can't wait to show you all the things we have in store for you…" It was all worth it to hear Sly so excited, so clearly happy about what was going down. It made Kell swell with pride, he was doing such a good job for his masters...funny that they had gotten such power over him, they hadn't even really been trying, this had pretty much been all Kell. Perhaps they had recognized it, though, and that was why they pulled the trigger on this plan...and soon, he'd be theirs for good. Wasn't he already wondering how he was ever going to handle going without this? Now he'd never have to worry about that again.

Maybe his eagerness was reflected in his performance, or maybe Sly was so on edge because of his own excitement and the previous stimulation...or maybe both. The end result was the same, the Heliolisk was throbbing so quickly, gushing out precum that Kell was trying to swallow despite the growing pain, intent on making sure that he got his master all the way off and could get his ravaging seed inside him. Sly ended up helping out a bit, grabbing Kell's head and holding it in place as he pushed in further and let loose, discharging lightning as well as spunk into his bitch, his other shaft unloading mostly into the air. The caustic fluid surged into Kell, making his eyes water hard as the pain spiked from the fresh load and the electricity coursing through it - it felt like that charge was ramping up the agony, making his nerves that much more sensitive, and he was wincing and whimpering as much as he was moaning. It was hard, but he knew that the payoff would be so worth it, and even though the pain was touching every part of him now it was also arousing him fiercely, his cock throbbing hard and balls buzzing with ache, readying themselves for their last hurrah. Oddly, a part of him was excited to see them go, without really understanding why...even knowing that that could seriously impact his sexual enjoyment wasn't really sinking in. Even Sly and Gammon didn't know what was going to happen...

He had barely pulled off of the half of Sly that he'd been servicing before Gammon had shoved something else in his mouth, which was then strapped to his head. A gag, one that pushed into his mouth, keeping him from closing it or saying anything. They had meant it when they said no going back, they had made sure he couldn't voice any more objection...no last-minute asking for a moment to think, he'd made his decision in the heat of the moment and that was what mattered. Then again, it wasn't like he was reconsidering at all, not after hearing how much they desired this.

With his mouth taken care of, Gammon went to work getting the rest of his body under their control, hefting him over to the rack and setting him down on it. Kell was totally compliant as the Wartortle put his limbs in position and locked them down in the cuffs. The panels the cuffs were strapped to could move a little bit, and now he understood the reason for the odd design - it was made so he could stay restrained even while he was shrinking down further. A lot of work for something that would only happen once, but they'd probably reconfigure it after it had served its initial purpose - Kell had no doubt they'd want to bind him a lot more often.

With all his limbs locked down, he was stuck in a spread-eagle position, his legs wide open and nothing stopping the Pokémon from pounding his ass and finalizing the alterations. He was feeling more and more eager for that, as much for the relief from the constant stinging in his body as the prospect of what it would mean for him in the future. Even though he couldn't talk, his squirming was as much an indication of what he desired Sly and Gammon to do as any words could be.

“We gotta get him trussed up like this more often," cackled Sly as he admired his buddy's handiwork. “Listen to him whimper, I think he's ready to be converted into our little fuck slave."

“I'm ready to convert him," agreed Gammon. “Mind if I go first?"

“Yeah, I wanna make sure I have a bit of time to recharge this load, don't wanna leave him incomplete."

“Definitely not." Gammon strutted up to Kell, enjoying the grimace on the human's face. “Don't worry, we'll make sure to take the pain away...all you gotta do is lay there and take our loads. But don't act like some part of you doesn't enjoy it, no matter how much it stings...I can see that eagerness in your face."

Kell nodded with what little motion he had available to him. And it wasn't just placating Gammon by being obedient...it was an odd mix, the pain was powerful enough to not just be an erotic embellishment, but at the same time it WAS part of what had him so revved up, he wouldn't have been nearly so hot and bothered if not for that. And while he was looking forward to the relief for sure, he was glad it was there even if he was fighting not to tear up. His asshole twitched in anticipation of being broken open by Gammon's newly-enhanced endowment, wondering what those hard bumps would feel like against his walls…

Gammon didn't keep him waiting any longer, mounting up and slamming in without reservation. His slick cock spread more of his acidic fluids through Kell, lighting up his innards with more of that sting, making Kell emit muffled cries, but mingled in with the agony was ecstasy as his prostate was hammered...the sting was hitting that part as well, but that wasn't eliciting any pain, just a whole mess of pleasure when it was struck, having gotten incredibly sensitive. The Wartortle snickered as he saw Kell twist in the bonds from that blissful battering. “Heh, I hope these changes don't take that nice little hot button away from you. It's so much fun whaling on it."

Of course Kell didn't really have any way of speaking up about that at this point, but he was hoping the same thing. He wanted to feel just as good all the time when his masters took him, after all...the sting was getting ever stronger, but so was the pleasure, and they were starting to become hard to tell apart as they saturated his senses. That bumpy cock felt absolutely incredible inside him, it was an enormous difference from his previous experiences with Gammon - though the cock was as slick as ever, the bumps felt harder and rougher, stimulating his insides in a way they weren't fully used to. They also added to the pressure Gammon was putting on him, pushing harder against his walls and making that already imposing size feel even huger. Also adding to that pressure was the tension in his pained body, making Kell tighten down whenever the sting spiked, which it was doing more frequently as gushes of precum pulsed deeper into him.

“Hng...damn, you really wanna feel stretched out, don't you? Heh, just think, you're gonna be even tighter soon...gonna be small enough that you'll be able to see my cock slamming into you…" Gammon was panting hard, he was intensely aroused, the thought of what he was about to do to Kell so exciting that it was overwhelming him a bit. “Gonna give you the biggest load you've ever had so far, you're gonna be swollen up more than ever...might get so tight when you shrink that even my cum won't leak out while I'm stuck in there…"

That only encouraged Kell, who clenched down harder to try to stimulate the Wartortle even more. He could feel the sting starting to sharpen in his cock and balls, the closer he got to orgasm the fiercer the pain became there. Part of him was actually starting to feel thrilled by the intense sting, this wasn't something he'd expected...he'd been looking forward to relief, but now pant of him wanted it to stick around, to work him up more fiercely like it was now. Maybe there was something they could to to make this happen again without the transformations...if anyone could figure it out, it was Pokémon, they seemed endlessly resourceful when it came to sexual adventurousness. Something that Kell had already come to appreciate, and was going to even more after this.

Gammon was starting to throb in a familiar way, and his breath was getting more labored. “Mmph...wish I could make this last longer...but that stuff's gotta be activated kinda quickly. Better be ready, bitch, you're gonna be feeling it in a moment…"

Kell did his best to brace himself, to be ready for what Gammon was about to give him...it was always an intense thing, hard to handle that entire massive load, but he knew he could if he needed to. But as Gammon cried out and sent his first massive gush of seed into Kell, the human hit his own orgasm and the blinding pain that accompanied the massive pleasure threw him off completely. Streaks of vicious agony and heavenly ecstasy twined together as he spurted his tiny load out, and he could FEEL his cock and balls diminishing with each paltry shot, diminishing to just a bit less than half what he started with over the few seconds of release he had. His orgasm persisted for longer than his balls could hold out, and the euphoria and dysphoria continued to swirl within him as he felt his body get smaller as well...there was a clicking in the bondage rig as his limbs pulled the panels inward, the cuffs squeezing down a bit more as his arms and legs got narrower, ensuring he stayed captive. His ass tightened hard around that cock, and slowly the leakage of that runny cum stopped...he was so tight now that Gammon's cum was indeed stuck inside, and with so much of it it was making him balloon out quite a bit. That stretch and bloat felt strange, so much stronger than the usual...but on a deeper level it was so satisfying, he knew Gammon would never have to pull out and he could still take it all.

“Fuck...like a damn water balloon. Too bad I can't plug you up and keep you looking like this...well, that'll be something to look forward to later." Gammon pulled out, slowly enough to make sure Kell felt those bumps rubbing against him quite starkly. As soon as the Wartortle had made his exit, so did much of his cum, shooting out rather vigorously until the pressure of Kell's body had reduced enough. He could still feel plenty inside him, which was going to make what came next even more intense...the fierce pain in his diminutive gonads hadn't receded, he was still aroused as hell and his body seemed more than eager to cum out that last inch of maleness he possessed.

And above him was Sly, ready to make that happen. “Fuck...that was even hotter to watch than I thought it would be. Now it's my turn...I heard how much you loved being stretched, so let's make sure you get plenty of that again." Kell moaned as he felt both the Heliolisk's twins line up at his even smaller passage. He wouldn't have wanted any less than that...Sly felt even a little thicker than Gammon when he used both, though the Wartortle had a touch more reach to him. And there were also the brand-new barbs that were going to be clawing at him...he couldn't wait.

Neither could Sly, apparently, as he shoved in very quickly, giving Kell virtually no time to prepare. The human's muffled cry was as loud as possible - the stretch, the sting, the sharpness, the shock, all wound together immediately and put his brain at max capacity. He was already extra-sensitive to Sly's electricity - it turned out routine sex with an Electric-type sensitized one to electrostimulation - but on top of that, Gammon's seed ravaged his body's natural resistance, making the charge flow far more freely. Each jolt brutalized Kell's prostate, making his tiny cock jerk and twitch as it tried to push to its last hurrah.

“Gods above, you feel so damn good!" screeched the Heliolisk as he hammered away with all the speed that he naturally possessed. “Fuck, you're hanging onto those barbs like you want to tear them off! I never knew what that felt like, no wonder other Pokémon envy them!"

Kell couldn't have agreed more - he certainly was loving how they felt inside him. They brought the pain and sting to a new height, and left lingering trails of sparking fluid that made his innards buzz continually. He could feel them catching in his flesh, then dragging along it, harmlessly but it felt violent, like he was being sliced and diced in there. And those, it sounded like, weren't going away...this was going to be so much fun going forward. He clenched down just as he had on Gammon, though he wasn't sure how much it helped, he felt almost like he was stretched as tight around them as he could get.

Soon Sly was letting loose more deliberate jolts in addition to the ones that were coming off him involuntarily, forcing Kell's muscles to contract around him. It was more effective than Kell's own efforts, driving home to him that his masters were better at manipulating his own body than he was...as if he needed another reason to believe they were more than deserving of being over him. He let Sly take over the process of tightening him down and reveled in the dual pain and pleasure...the ever-present sting was almost blissful at this point, his body was so alight with sensations he couldn't even differentiate anymore, all that mattered was that he felt better than he'd ever felt in his life.

It wasn't going to last much longer, as Sly's cocks started to jolt more frequently and throb a bit more...they never quite were as vigorous in throbbing as Gammon's cock was, but the jolts were more than effective at communicating his closeness. As was Sly's more labored breath, the efforts catching up to him...he leaned over Kell more, his ionized breath getting in the humans face teasingly. “Heheheh...I COULD pull out before cumming, you know...let you have this little tiny worthless cock and have a little something to rub on. Is that what you want?"

It wasn't an offer Kell was expecting, but by now, any thought of going back on his word was beyond him. His masters had already deemed him unworthy of a cock, it would be wrong to oppose that. So he shook his head no, as vigorously as possible.

“That's a good bitch. You know how to obey your masters...then, let's make you ours for good!" The bucks ramped up to the maximum, slamming into the human and flaying his insides with the sharp barbs, making Kell cry out louder. The sudden surge didn't last much longer, as that telltale throb suddenly became fiercer, and then with a screech from the Heliolisk the rush of mutating seed flooded Kell. He let out another muffled cry as he felt the sting sharpen again, and suddenly he too was hitting his climax. He felt his cock spurt a tiny bit, the fluid searing what remained of it as he released his last semen, his balls and cock rapidly vanishing. The pleasure didn't, his body rocking as he felt the other changes coming in…

Once again he felt himself getting smaller, a little more quickly this time as the electric shocks seemed to be speeding up the process. His limbs pulled against the bonds, dragging them inwards...he heard a click as they locked into place, his arms and legs straining slightly but the resizing appeared to have ended. Sly felt so much bigger inside of him now, he could hardly believe the two cocks could fit inside him...but something wasn't done, he was still feeling a churning within his body, and a heat that was almost as harsh as the sting had been. That had receded significantly, but he was still squirming...what else was there?

Slowly Sly pulled out of him, and those barbs distracted him from the multitude of sensations as they clawed at his insides and jolted him again. “Sssssssso damn tight…oh, you're gonna be a blast…" murred the reptile as he finally pulled free. “Heh, gonna have to see how you...wait, WHAT?!"

Gammon jerked his head around at the Heliolisk's exclamation, and his eyes went wide when he saw Kell as well. The human was a bit confused, wondering what it was that could have surprised them...and then he saw it as he tilted his head up. It was HIM, or more specifically what had happened between his legs. His cock and balls were as gone as they had promised...clearly, though, they hadn't been expecting something else to show up. A set of puffy lips, swollen and beckoning...and all of a sudden Kell had a good idea what it was that had been responsible for all that inner twisting.

“Holy shit...is that what I think it is?" gasped Gammon.

“Yeah, it is...a pussy. Dragaz, you devil...guess you had one more surprise up your ass. I wondered what he was talking about when he said 'alternatives.'"

The two stared at it a moment longer, before looking up at each other and exchanging grins. “You think we can knock him up?" the Wartortle asked with clear excitement.

“Only one way to find out...and the bitch ain't going anywhere."

There wasn't much Kell could do or say - he was still locked down tight, still gagged completely, and still catching up with the sudden alteration to his body that only the Charmeleon who had made the concoction had known would appear. But even if those hadn't been true...well, in what world was he going to tell his masters no? Even if he wanted to, which he most certainly didn't - on the contrary, the idea that he had been relieved of his maleness and given another hole to be used by them only made him hotter. Maybe his pussy would keep up better than his worthless dick had…

Gammon's dick looked flat-out enormous now, in his newly christened size. Really, the Wartortle now towered over him completely, he seemed more like a Blastoise compared to what he had been before. That sight was so imposing and yet comforting at the same time. “Hope you're ready, bitch, you just got a new form of virginity for me to take." Kell could only nod, he wanted that cock in him bad and nothing less than the full power of his master would suffice.

Maybe he should have asked for a bit less, at least first off, because Gammon's cock plowing into his cunt nearly knocked him out. If he thought his ass was sensitive, his new twat was multitudes more so, and it was a part of him that had no experience with this kind of stretch. Gammon hadn't gone easy, punching inside beyond what felt like a tighter and more sensitive point, hilting in the first thrust. Somehow Kell clung to sensibility, but it was only just. Despite all that, though, the pleasure was CRAZY and it wasn't going away...he already had to compare it favorably to the cock he'd given up.

“Oh, gods, this is unbelievable...he's even tighter here!" moaned out Gammon breathlessly as he started to thrust in. The enormous presence of his cock was stretching Kell out quite visibly, the outline of his shaft distending his midsection in a way that looked like it should have been agonizing, but instead actually felt pretty good as far as the human was concerned.

“Of course he is, he's smaller and you're using an untested hole," snickered Sly.

“Ngh, you wait, you'll...think the same thing…" Even as slick as he was, it was tougher for Gammon to thrust from the sheer tautness of the flesh around him. He had to push hard to get in, and Kell's cunt clung to his dick like it was trying to claim it for itself. He was braced as firmly as he could, using his considerable power to force his way in and loosen Kell up even just the slightest bit.

Kell was mostly just along for the ride, even more so than usual as his brain had given up trying to keep pace. Everything about this was entirely new for him, he didn't really know how to process it all. There was the brand new experience of sexual stimulation in an organ set he hadn't previously had, and which was wildly more pleasurable than his previous set. There was the furious stretch that was being imposed on his body, not just in an area that wasn't used to it but to a magnitude he'd yet to experience. There was the rubbing of those bumps against his inner walls, the firmness and friction of which sent sparks wherever they touched, and they touched oh-so-much. And there was the persistent sting that felt mildly painful and wildly stimulating - it wasn't nearly as powerful as it had been, mainly standing out because of being in such a sensitive area, but it was easily making this better than it had been, and it was already mind-blowing, almost literally.

Before he knew it, he had hit an orgasm, shuddering and crying out through his gag as pleasure wracked him viciously. It made his head swim, the sheer vigor of that climax, and yet his body didn't deaden one whit, the pleasure failed to abate and he was quickly on his way to another. Keeping his wits about him was proving almost impossible with the overwhelming experience, the only thing keeping him clinging precariously to mindfulness was the desire to try to keep the pleasure of his masters at its peak...he was experimenting a bit, trying to squeeze those revised muscles to add to Gammon's pleasure. His rewards were gushes of precum inside him that stretched him even further and more climaxes which tightened him down without his own volition. Everything felt like it was building on itself, preparing him for a much more momentous reaction…

And suddenly he was there, before he could have ever been ready for it. His scream was as loud as it could be with the gag still in his mouth as the sudden explosion of pleasure buffeted his overstimulated body, making him thrash wildly in his bonds. His rapid squirming and clenching added to the tension on Gammon's dick, and his own warm fluid gushing out over the Wartortle's sensitive tip proved to be the final trigger he needed; Gammon gave a heavy cry as he too came, and his furious geyser of seed made Kell balloon up even more rapidly than the first time. Once again, the tightness was too great to allow any seed to leak out around that massive dick, and Kell was subject to feeling the entirety of that cool flood bloating his new womb - a hell of an introduction to that sensation, but he was far too zonked by the cataclysmic euphoria that was still rushing rampant through him to care about that. In fact, it had hit so hard that it had actually knocked him out of his mind…

Not for long, though, as he was quickly brought around by a jolt of electricity that startled him back to his senses. Of course that had to be Sly, he wouldn't want to miss his turn...shaking off the fog a bit, he looked around. His stomach was still well swollen, but not nearly as much as it had been, since Gammon had pulled out...Kell could only wonder how much of a mess the floor was right now. Thank goodness the basement wasn't carpeted. His body was weary, wracked with fatigue, yet he could still feel arousal in his loins...whether that was a direct result of his new equipment or some other effect that had been laid on him, he didn't know and at the moment didn't care.

“You weren't about to say good night without letting me have my turn, were you?" Sly hissed slyly. Kell shook his head, feeling himself flush again at the sight of those twin shafts standing at the ready, sparking between the barbs. He definitely didn't want to miss out on that, even if it was going to be much more intense…

“Good. Don't worry, I'm gonna send you to slumberland when I'm done with you." The Heliolisk mounted up, so fired up that Kell could feel the electricity charging the air around him. Sly was struggling a bit to get his cocks stuck close enough together to bring them both into Kell's pussy, and it was making the tips rub on his lips and clit and shooting some jolts through him already, making him squirm a lot more and causing Sly's job to get harder. “Mmph, I'm gonna have to practice, you're smaller than ever...or maybe I'll take both holes more, I'm sure you'd have a blast with that." Kell gave a slight nod, though Sly didn't seem to be paying attention. He certainly wouldn't be opposed to that, he could only imagine what it would be like...Sly dividing up down below and someone else skewering his throat, there'd be more cock than Kell occupying his space.

Finally Sly hit the mark, and when he shoved in, Kell nearly blacked out again. It was all the stretch and sting Gammon had, mixed with a powerful electricity and a sharp clawing that was brain-fryingly excruciating. The added sensitivity from his sopping wet cunt only added to the force of it all, threatening to completely shatter his consciousness...and Sly wasn't giving him any time to adapt, the Heliolisk started to hammer away at his top speed right off the bat, sawing in and out of that spasming snatch like he was in a race. Too much, again Kell was barely hanging on, sheer desire to feel that seismic climax once more the only thing holding him to his senses now. The way he was being pounded, he was sure it couldn't be long...sure enough, he felt the first climax hit within seconds, his body involuntarily clenching around the sharp barbs and making them jab in and scratch harder, sending a fierce jolt of electricity right into his flesh.

All of which was entirely fine by Sly, by the sound of his blissful hisses. “Fuuuuucking hell, you weren't kidding about the tightness...it's like he clenches harder here than he does with his ass! Haah, maybe that's what that extra sensitivity gets you…gods, you feel too good, Kell, I'm barely gonna be able to hold back..."

Kell didn't even really pick up on that, his was in another haze of constant euphoria too thick to pierce. His body was so incredibly electrosensitive right now that just the charge alone was propelling him close to each new orgasm scant seconds after the previous one - everything else was merely working him that last little bit to push him over the edge and make him howl out into his gag almost constantly. It was getting hard to breathe, his body was getting so tense from the overload of pleasure and the shocks that he was having to strain to take in air, and then it was rapidly knocked out of him by Sly's next hard thrust. But though his head was swimming, he never for a moment doubted how fantastic it was, this was easily the most exciting thing that he'd ever been through and he wouldn't have taken it back for anything.

This time it was the master than finished first - Sly, quicker even than usual, screeched out and let loose, flooding Kell's hypersensitive and defenseless womb with searing electricity and potent Pokémon spunk. And the sudden surge brought Kell immediately to the pinnacle, making his eyes roll back as heaven became all he knew - another round of that resounding, complete bliss that broke him utterly, made him fade into a mindless fog that was more exciting and enjoyable than anything else he'd ever known. His vision went white once again, and consciousness escaped him once more, this time not to be brought back around any time soon.

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When he finally did awaken again, Kell was back in his mini bed. He felt exhausted, yet utterly tranquil and content...it took a moment for him to even register that this wasn't going to be a 'temporary' bed anymore, he'd probably want to find a way to get rid of the big one that he'd never have to use anymore. Slowly he tried to sit up...and that was when he registered the solid mass in his body that made that motion more difficult than it should have been.

“Yeah, you might wanna hold off on moving around too much for a bit." Sly's voice graced his ear, and he looked over at the grinning Heliolisk and Wartortle standing nearby.

“Mmph...so...is that…"

“Yup. An egg." Gammon sounded immensely pleased to reveal that.

“Wow. Uh...do you know whose?"

“Nope. Won't know until it comes out. Not even a guarantee that it's actually a viable one, regardless. But believe me, it's fun just having the ability to plant an egg in you, whether it's live or not."

“Don't worry, we won't make it happen all the time...we'll get you some of those herbs that block egg production," cackled Sly. “Wouldn't want to keep you out of action for too long, would we? But it's gonna be fun getting you plump with egg now and then, for sure. And that's just one of the ways we can rock your world with this new layout."

Kell smiled wearily. “I hope you at least leave me a little time to do the job I was supposed to be doing."

“Oh, we will...but you've still got two months left on your leave of absence, so we're gonna have plenty of fun before then."

Still two months to go...there was definitely question whether he'd be in shape to even stand by then, or if his legs would just be in a constant state of loose rubber. But the excitement in the voices of his masters made it impossible for him to be worried about it...there was definitely NO question it was going to be a lot of fun.