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The Pokemon Trainers' Club:

Birth of a Pikachu

"Wanted: long-term pet slave. Males only. Must be willing to completely submit to master for undetermined amount of time, possibly rest of life. Serious applicants only." Malcolm nodded, and hit enter, waiting for his computer to notify him of the success of his message being posted on a message board he was on. Malcolm grinned as a success message popped up on his screen. It was just a matter of time now before he became the owner of a pokemon and would be ready to begin training it...

Malcolm, who was fairly rich and lived comfortably in a typical suburban town, was into pet play very heavily. He had just moved to the area recently; in his previous town, he had several friends who he would play with on a regular basis. But they were just that -- play partners. They weren't into it as seriously as he was, nor did they want to try the ideas he had. They were all content to simply be cats and dogs, but he had much more unique plans for what he wished he could do with his pet. Of course, he didn't have the resources to do all the things he wished he could for (and to) his potential pet, either... until he suddenly came into a large sum of money, though. Then, everything changed; he moved to the house he currently lived in, and after making a new group of friends, he was now looking for someone to be his full-time fantasy pet.

Malcolm waited a few days, receiving several responses in that time. He started up conversations with them; most he dismissed pretty fast. They were obviously just looking for quick fun, and were under the impression that "long-term" and "completely submit" meant for a day or two. Others weren't even local, begging Malcolm to move to wherever they happened to be. He didn't want that, either. Still others thought the plans he laid down were too silly, too strict, or just "not their thing." There was one, however, who showed much promise. He sent Malcolm a long, detailed e-mail introducing himself as Jason, telling Malcolm all about himself, how it's been his fantasy to serve a master and be made into his master's pet of choosing, forever if his master should so desire. Malcolm began to talk to Jason, and the more they spoke both through e-mail, online chats, and even on the phone and in person after a while, the more Malcolm knew that Jason would be the one.

After three months of getting to know each other, Malcolm and Jason met one day to finally prepare everything. Malcolm had a lawyer friend with similar interests draw up papers for Jason to sign, basically stating that anything that Malcolm should do to him from this day forward is absolutely legal and desired by Jason. After signing the papers, though, Malcolm explained to Jason that while he is now officially (and legally) his new pet, he will not hear from him for some time, as it will take him a while to get everything together. Jason understood, and the two left; Jason for his house to await the day he would be made Malcolm's new pet, and Malcolm to his own home to begin planning...

After that day, Jason heard nothing from Malcolm for weeks. It wasn't until one day three weeks later when Jason was taking a walk around his block that, unbeknownst to him, he was about to be made into Malcolm's pet. While he walked, humming softly to the music on his CD player, a black van parked across the street a short distance away. Jason, not even noticing the van, was unaware as a man dressed in an all black trenchcoat and wearing dark glasses -- Malcolm -- got out of the van and silently chased Jason. Jason wasn't even aware he was being followed until a gloved hand grabbed his neck and held him in a headlock, Malcolm's other hand pressing a chloroform-soaked rag to Jason's mouth and nose. Jason struggled to get free, but tried not to struggle too hard; he already knew exactly what was happening, but played along as best he could. He suddenly fell limp, unconscious, as Malcolm grabbed him, picking him up and running back to the van, throwing Jason's limp body in the back and driving away. He drove back to his house, a few miles away, and pulled up into his garage, the door closing automatically behind him. He got out, taking off his glasses, trenchcoat, and gloves, leaving him in his standard attire of his shirt and pants, and opened the van's back doors, picking Jason's still-unconscious body up. He carried him to the door of the garage leading into his large house, opening it. It was a huge room that looked somewhat like a workshop, with all kinds of tools and other assorted materials all over the large room. Malcolm laid Jason down on a table, and prepared to get Jason ready for a new life as his pet...

He began by removing all of Jason's clothing, looking over Jason's body. Jason was only in his mid-twenties, and was in pretty good shape. Jason kept his body hair somewhat shaved, but Malcolm took an electric shaver and began to shave Jason completely from head to toe, including his hair and eyebrows. Once that was finished, he pulled on a pair of rubber gloves, and opened a small jar of cream. He began to spread it over Jason's body from head to toe, massaging it into his skin. The depilatory cream took no obvious effect, but worked perfectly -- it killed all the hair follicles in Jason's skin where Malcolm had shaved, ensuring he would never need to be shaved again. After using a towel to wipe Jason's skin dry, Malcolm next took a roll of duct tape, bending Jason's leg as far as it would go until his leg was doubled over, his foot touching his butt. With that, Malcolm began to tightly and fully wrap Jason's right leg in that position. Once he finished, Jason's leg was sealed in that position, and would not be able to unbend unless Malcolm were to remove the tape. Malcolm taped Jason's left leg in an identical manner. He sat Jason up, leaning him against the wall, and next began to wrap Jason's arms tightly to his sides, starting at his shoulders. He stopped at Jason's elbows, though, leaving his arms from his elbows to his hands free. Malcolm took a pair of rubber, paw-shaped mittens with three small fingers on the ends, pulling them onto Jason's hands. He taped the ends of the paw mitts to Jason's wrists, ensuring he would not and could not remove them. With Jason's body mostly ready, Malcolm picked him up and put him into a huge cage sitting nearby on the floor, closing and locking the door while he began the preparations for the next steps.

It was about this time when Jason began to awaken. He slowly opened his eyes, but quickly found he could not move as he expected to. He quickly snapped awake, fully conscious, and found himself in a cage, wrapped up with duct tape. He looked at himself, and in shock tried to unbend his legs or pull his arms away from his body. They wouldn't budge, however; nor would the paw mitts, as he found when he tried to pull them off. He looked up to see Malcolm watching him, amused.

"You're finally awake," Malcolm said with a grin. "I suggest you learn to use your new arms and legs as they are. That's the only way they'll be from this day on." Malcolm walked back off to continue to make preparations to fully transform Jason, and Jason began to try to stand up on his knees, which were now his new feet. The cage was very large, so he had plenty of room to move. After falling over a few times, Jason finally figured out how to shift his weight properly to stand up on his knees as they were, wobbling slightly but standing steadily. With the help of grabbing onto the sides of the cage with his short arms, Jason began to try to walk around in the cage. He was a fast learner; it didn't take him long at all before he was taking a few wobbly steps on his own with no help from the cage. Malcolm's laughter startled Jason, though, as he spun around to see that Malcolm had returned, holding a shiny yellow garment in his hands.

"Excellent! You're a fast learner, aren't you? That will do you good, pet. You'll need to be a fast learner, or else you'll have an even rougher time than you already will."

"What is going on here?!" Jason demanded. Malcolm opened the cage and took the nearby roll of duct tape, tape gagging Jason as he picked him up, removing him from the cage, and sat him down on the workbench where he originally began working on him.

"I suggest you forget about using your mouth to talk, pet. Besides the fact that pets don't speak human language, your mouth probably won't be free to speak anyway," Malcolm said with a slight grin as he nodded over at a nearby table. Jason looked, and his eyes widened in surprise as he saw a large collection of gags of all types sitting on the table -- plug gags, tube gags, funnel gags, penis gags in several sizes, ring gags, and more. He looked back at Malcolm, who shook out the garment he was holding so Jason could see what it. Jason already knew what it was, but he was amazed as it was constructed excellently. It was a one-piece pikachu costume, made out of thick latex. The only opening in the costume was the open face in its full hood. It was colored like a pikachu -- it was mostly yellow, with brown stripes on the back and a small brown area on the base of the attached lightning bolt-shaped tail, and black tips of the ears which were attached to the hood. The suit had an attached sheath in the appropriate position that the wearer's cock and balls would fit snugly into, and a tailhole underneath the base of the tail with an attached tube leading to the wearer's ass.

Dawdling no longer, Malcolm laid Jason down on his side and stretched the open face of the suit open, beginning to slide Jason into it. He worked the suit up Jason's body until Jason's wrapped-up legs fit securely into the legs of the suit, mostly filling them out. The inside of the suit was padded in such a way that Jason's wrapped-up legs filled them out to look almost exactly like a pikachu's legs. Jason wiggled his legs slightly, and the suit's legs moved perfectly in response. Malcolm took a small hose connected to a tank and inserted it into the legs of the suit. He turned it on, and a small amount of foam flowed into the legs of the suit, expanding to completely fill out the shape and appear perfectly like a pikachu's leg. Jason could feel the foam growing warm as it began to harden slightly; it would keep and retain its shape, but being foam it was still soft enough to give a little. Malcolm continued pulling the suit up, inserting Jason's arms into the arms of the suit, the rubber three-fingered paw mitts that Jason was wearing fitting perfectly into the suit's small three-fingered hands. Again, foam was used to fill out the arms, making them look just like a pikachu's. Malcolm took the opportunity at this point to adjust Jason's cock and balls, pulling them into the sheath of the suit. An elastic-like ring around the base kept Jason's cock and balls securely inside the suit's sheath and prevented them from popping out. Malcolm also adjusted the tube in the rump of the suit, inserting the internal end slightly into Jason's ass to ensure anything going in or out of the suit's tailhole will not get inside the suit. Malcolm filled the torso of the suit with foam again from the neck down. Jason squirmed around slightly, looking down at his new pikachu-shaped body. He snapped back to attention as Malcolm ripped the tape off of Jason's mouth, almost causing Jason to scream.

"I suggest you remain silent. Or else," Malcolm warned. Jason swallowed hard, and obeyed. Malcolm opened a small box nearby, first taking out a tiny tube. He put on a pair of disposable rubber gloves, and placed a drop on his finger, smearing the liquid onto Jason's closed left eye, doing the same with another drop on his right eye. Within seconds, Jason found his eyes were glued shut. Malcolm removed the gloves and tossed them aside, then pulled the main piece out of the box next -- a full-face costume prosthetic appliance. It was made in the appearance of a pikachu, and had open nostrils and a movable mouth. There were no openings for Jason's own eyes, though, which didn't matter as his eyes were sealed closed anyway. He would be able to breathe and open his mouth fine, though. Malcolm took a tube of strong prosthetic glue, and spread the glue onto both the prosthetic appliance and Jason's face. Once the glue dried slightly, Malcolm pressed the pikachu face firmly against Jason's own face, holding it in place with his hands for a few moments. After about ten seconds, Malcolm removed his hands, and Jason shook his head slightly, the prosthetic not so much as budging, glued firmly to his face.

With his new face glued on, Jason's transformation was almost complete. Jason felt a somewhat tight metal collar being fastened around his neck, a small box attached to the collar pressing against the front of his throat. It was not painful or uncomfortable, but was pressed just hard enough so he knew it was there. Malcolm also attached a small, silver metal ID tag to the front of the collar, simply engraved with the name "Pikachu" on it.

"You're just about ready to serve as my pet, Pikachu," Malcolm said. "You'd better get used to that name, as it is now yours. As a warning, I suggest you learn very quickly how to communicate as a pikachu." Pikachu was about to ask Malcolm what he meant by that, but as the first syllable of the word "What" began to form in Pikachu's throat, a strong, painful shock was delivered to his cock through the ring holding it in place inside the suit. Pikachu shrieked in pain, doubling over. This happened two more times as Pikachu tried to talk, and he lay on the table in agony, trying to think of what Malcolm could have meant. It suddenly dawned on him, though. Pikachus were only able to say their names.

"Pika?" Pikachu tentatively muttered, pleased to find he didn't receive a shock when he did. Malcolm smiled.

"Very good. That small box on your collar is a voice recognition system, designed to keep you from ever getting in the habit of speaking anything but your own language. If you should ever try to say anything other than some form of the syllables 'pi,' 'ka,' or 'chu,' then I think you'll find your little pika-cock in a world of pain as the sensor sends a signal to the built-in miniature TENS unit in the sheath of your suit, as you've seen." The final step to finish Pikachu's transformation was to stretch the hood of the suit up and onto Pikachu's head. The rest of the suit hid the collar, and Malcolm fit the edges of the face opening over the edges of the prosthetic appliance. After filling the back and sides of the head with foam to shape it properly, he applied some more of the prosthetic glue to the hood to keep it down, and after a coat of yellow liquid latex, the seam between the hood and face appliance was invisible, making it look like Pikachu wasn't even wearing a suit anymore.

Feeling nothing more being done to him, Pikachu slowly sat up, rising to his feet, and trying to get used to moving around in his new body. Malcolm, however, picked up a small remote control.

"Let me explain how things will be from now on, Pikachu," Malcolm began as Pikachu turned his head to look in the direction Malcolm's voice was coming from. "I am holding a remote control I will have with me at all times. It controls various parts of your suit, and I can reward you and punish you as I please. For example, if you've been a good pikachu..." Malcolm pressed a button, and the TENS unit in the sheath of Pikachu's suit switched on, this time delivering a mild, pleasurable tingling feeling to Pikachu's cock and balls, making him subconsciously moan in pleasure. Malcolm turned it off. "You like that?" Pikachu nodded. "Then I suggest you be a good pikachu and do everything you're told from now on. You've already seen that TENS unit is capable of delivering much worse than that, and you don't want that, do you, Pikachu?" Pikachu was about to say no, but was shocked, yelping and falling to the table, tears welling up in his eyes under the prosthetic.

"Chuu," he whined in pain. Malcolm chuckled.

"That's right. There are also electromagnets embedded in the prosthetic covering your face. Meaning if I want you silent, I can keep your mouth from opening in the first place." Malcolm hit another button, and Pikachu felt his prosthetic mouth seal closed as the electromagnets inside turned on, creating an airtight seal. He tried to open his mouth, but it was very strongly held closed. "And if you're being especially naughty, I can close other things, too..." Malcolm hit a button, and Pikachu was caught off-guard by his nostrils being sealed shut as well, preventing him from breathing. He moved his face down and reached up with his short arms to try to open his mouth or nose; when they wouldn't open he tried to pull the prosthetic off altogether. Not only could he not get a good enough grip with his new hands, he found it was firmly stuck in place. Even as he pulled against it, it felt like he was pulling on his own face. Malcolm laughed at Pikachu's futile struggles, and after a few more seconds of pika-panic, Malcolm pressed a button, stopping the electromagnets and letting Pikachu gasp for breath. "As you can see, you'd do well to do exactly as you're told from now on."

While Pikachu lay on the table gasping for breath, Malcolm walked off to a corner of the room, rolling up a huge plastic pokeball. Malcolm pressed a button on the front, and the pokeball began to hiss; after two seconds of hissing, the lid popped open, revealing the inside fully covered with padded rubber, a few air tubes also installed inside to allow air flow. Malcolm picked up Pikachu (startling him), and began to stuff him into the pokeball. It was a bit small, even for Pikachu's new, smaller form, but he fit snugly inside the pokeball when Malcolm bent him into a fetal position. Malcolm grinned.

"This is your pokeball, where I'll be keeping you from today on when I don't need you out. Good night, Pikachu," he said with a smile. "Rest well. Your training will begin tomorrow." With that, he closed the lid of the pokeball, and it clicked shut. He pressed the button on the front and the pokeball began to hiss again as the rubber lining inside began to inflate. It pressed firmly against Pikachu, keeping him not only safe from being jostled around but also preventing any movement whatsoever besides breathing. Pikachu struggled slightly, and was slightly worried about the idea of being "trained," but found it was quite comfortable inside his pokeball. He smiled, and with a soft, content "pika" drifted off to sleep...

[Dec 26 2004]